âThat part you mentioned about me being ready to pounce?â
Aidanâs eyes wandered over Brianne with slow deliberation. âYou couldnât be more right. Iâm guessing youâve got about three seconds before I zero in on my next target.â
She couldnât have moved to save her life.
Not with his gaze cruising over her with every bit of sensual heat sheâd ever longed for ten years ago. More. She would have never guessed back then that a manâs stare could ignite a small inferno.
For that matter, she hadnât known until just this red-hot, blistering second. If sheâd had any doubt about who Aidanâs next target might be, it was obliterated the second he moved toward her. Invaded her personal space. Crowded her.
This was a bad, bad idea. Her hungry lips and aching body didnât seem to realize it, however.
âDoes this remind you of anything, Bri?â His voice was close. Too close. He bracketed her body with his arms, steadying himself on the wall behind her.
Did it? If she wasnât careful, sheâd be so lostâ¦.
Dear Reader,
Ever since I lived in Miami Beach, Iâve never missed an opportunity to rave about the colorful setting and the vibrant mood of the place. But the challenge remainedâhow could I possibly convey the nuances of the infectious energy of the nightlife, the lure of Latin music, the draw of Caribbean cuisine and the steady backdrop of rolling waves behind it all?
Lucky me, Iâve got six books in which to try! Welcome to SINGLE IN SOUTH BEACH, my first miniseries for Harlequin. This month we begin with one of the new owners of the exotic Club Paradise and over the course of the series weâll meet more of the driven women who put their creative muscle behind this hedonistic playground. Next month, be sure to check out Summerâs story in Blaze #108, Girlâs Guide to Hunting & Kissing.
For now, sit back and enjoy Brianne Wolcott and Aidan Maddockâs story. Since these two hit the town, nightlife on the strip has definitely heated up! Visit me at www.JoanneRock.com to learn more about my future releases or to let me know what you think of my books.
Happy reading,
Joanne Rock
Sex & the Single Girl
Joanne Rock
For fabulous Lisa, Jen and Areteâ
my highly educated, superintelligent girlfriends whose advice I crave most for shoes, shopping and great food. Who says we canât still be divas? I adore you.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
âHOLD ON TO YOUR PANTIES, girlfriends. Itâs raining men just outside our front door.â Brianne Wolcott eyed the monitor from security camera number three, the one with the best view of the crowd gathered at Club Paradiseâs Ocean Drive entranceâand all the gorgeous guys waiting in line. The mob of people would be checking out the newly revamped disco in another hour. Nervous energy hummed through her. As a new part-owner and head of security for the club, Brianne needed to make sure tonightâs reopening ran smoothly. âLooks like weâre in for a busy night.â
âMy panties couldnât be more firmly in place if they were Super Glued to my hips.â Lainie Reynolds, CEO of the reorganized South Beach resort and nightclub, slid into the oversize leather chair behind Brianneâs desk in the slick, modern office housing the clubâs high-tech equipment. âDivorce will do that to you.â
The four founding members of the soon-to-be hottest spot on Miamiâs trendy South Beach had called a meeting an hour before they opened their doors for business. Although Club Paradise had been a wildly successful resort for couples over the last five years, the three former partners behind that businessâknown locally as the Rat Packâhad absconded with the profits. Brianneâs stepfather had been one of those partners, Lainieâs husband another.
With Lainieâs business savvy and legal guidance, the women left behind in the wake of the embezzlement scheme had pulled together to restructure the company. Tonight they were reopening just the club. In a few weeks, theyâd have the rest of the resort refurbished and ready for guests.
The couples theme was out, however. Given that three of the four women who now owned the business had been deceived by husbands or boyfriends in the Rat Pack, the new owners had no desire to market themselves for the sticky-sweet couplesâ demographic. Club Paradise would slowly be overhauled into a singlesâ havenâa lush, hedonistic oasis for the uninhibited.
And although Brianne hadnât been dumped by a husband or boyfriend in the Rat Packâmerely inconvenienced by her highly immoral stepfatherâsheâd still bought into the singles theme. She had a hideous track record in the dating world, and even worse experience as part of a couple. She couldnât wait to enjoy the lavish, sensual luxuries the club would provide.
Summer Farnsworth, another founding partner and the ambiance coordinator for the club, approached the television screen teeming with men. She blew a kinky blond curl out of her eyes and traced a finger over a muscle-bound motorcycle rider who had pulled in front of the line outside. âI donât know, Lainie. Even Super Glue might not be strong enough to resist the temptations we are going to be subjecting ourselves to in this line of work. Have you seen these guys?â