What you want. What you need. What you crave. Three dangerously hot stories that are 100% ... Pure Sex! Lucinda Betts: "The Bet"--If golden girl Zoe wins the company's big promotion, she gets Phillip's bonus. If Phillip wins, Zoe's his sex slave for twenty-four hours. Losing That is so not going to happen. She'd rather chew off her foot. Phillip has other ideas. He'd rather be in charge of a sinfully uninhibited fantasy encounter. But once all bets are off, there's no going back... Bonnie Edwards: "Slow Hand"--Is that a furious runaway bride marching down the beach Caribbean charter captain Jared McKay to the rescue. She's ready to pitch her wedding shoes overboard and sail away. Aye aye. Whatever the lady wants. Hey, was that a garter flying by And wait a minute--a white lace thong just hit the deck. His wildest dreams are about to come true ... Sasha White: "The Crib"--P.I. Alexis Signorino works undercover as a cocktail waitress in a tough biker bar called The Crib--and she just ran into a suspect: Devon Kaye, looking guilty as sin and twice as hot. Alexis is up for a smokin' sexual adventure--and it's almost closing time.
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June 27, 2006
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Excerpt from Pure Sex by Lucinda Betts
Gritting her teeth, Zoe trailed her colleagues ' all men ' into the bar for happy-hour drinks. Their laughter filled the place, and jealousy zinged through her. What they ' d achieved so effortlessly, she ' d never mastered. Oh, she had the Midas touch when it came to investments, but the easy camaraderie, the feeling like she played on their team . . . for her that was nearly impossible to obtain.
' What ' ll you have ' the bartender asked as she shrugged off her black wool coat.
' Club soda with lime, please, ' she answered, hoping only the bartender heard. She wanted to look like one of the guys, and the guys drank.
Moments later, a martini appeared. A red explosion swirled in the olive ' s place.
' What ' s this ' she asked the bartender.
' An atomic fireball. '
' Like the jawbreaker '
' That ' s what ' s at the bottom. '
Her mouth watered. ' But I didn ' t order it. '
' It ' s from one of the guys, ' he answered, nodding at the men from her firm.
' Really Which one '
' The leader of the pack over there. '
' Oh, ' she said, looking where the bartender pointed. Phillip Kingdom, dark hair shining, smiled at her. Zoe tried not to appreciate the strong line of his jaw, but ignoring his dimpled grin was harder. She raised the glass to him in a stoic thanks.
' He said the drink ' s a lot like you, ' the bartender added, walking away.
That sounded like something Phillip would say.