Body Movers: 2 Bodies for the Price of 1

Retail maven Carlotta Wren loves nothing better than to shop, but with her scandalous—and debt-ridden—background, she’s been too busy trying to keep her head above water to have the luxury of shopping for a man!

Now she has three men in her life—a sexy cop hot on the trail of her fugitive parents, a fascinating body mover who has secrets of his own and her repentant first love who’s back with his heart in his hands. Thrust into the middle of yet another crisis, the once-lonely Carlotta finds herself surrounded by lots of prime male merchandise! One man she’ll try on for size …

One man she’ll save for a special occasion …

And one man will make her an offer that’s hard to refuse …

BODY MOVERS:

2 BODIES FOR THE PRICE OF 1

STEPHANIE BOND

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As with every book, there are certain people who made the journey easier. First, thanks to my editors Brenda Chin, Margaret O’Neill Marbury and Dianne Moggy for their assistance in getting the Body Movers series off the ground running, and for the guarantee that, as of this date, the series will last for at least four books. Thanks, too, to my agent Kimberly Whalen of Trident Media Group for handling the logistics, to my critique partner, Rita Herron, for her unflagging support, and to my husband, Christopher Hauck, for his glowing cover quote.:)

Thanks, too, to the booksellers who have recommended this series to their customers, and to all of you readers who e-mailed asking when the second book would hit the shelves—I hope you enjoy 2 Bodies for the Price of 1! Keep those e-mails coming!

Hi, there. My name is Carlotta Wren. I’m a whisper away from being thirty years old. I work for Neiman Marcus in Atlanta. And I’m single. You’re probably thinking, Sounds pretty normal. But let me tell you, friend, you won’t believe what I’ve been through in the last ten years.

I was barely eighteen, a senior in a private high school, living in a mansion in a tony area of Atlanta known as Buckhead, engaged to a handsome rich young man named Peter Ashford and on my way to college when my father was charged with investment fraud. The world as I knew it crumbled around us as my family lost every worldly possession and we were forced to move into a grubby townhouse in a less tony part of town.

My father said he was framed but instead of staying to face down his problems, he decided to skip bail—and town—and my drunken socialite mother went with him. I haven’t seen them since. And here’s the kicker: They left me to raise my nine-year-old brother Wesley. Can you imagine? I was barely an adult and ill-equipped to finish raising myself, much less a sensitive kid with a genius IQ.

But I regrouped. College was obviously out, so I started a retail job and discovered that my life as a rich kid had at least prepared me to sell expensive things to my former friends. Yes, I said “former.” As soon as my father’s scandal hit the papers, my friends fled—and so did my boyfriend—Peter dumped me like last year’s handbag.

But Wesley and I made it through somehow and one day I looked up to discover that he was a grown man. As you can imagine, Wesley and I are close, but we do disagree on a few things. Wesley is convinced my father is innocent and is hiding out until he can prove it … I’m convinced my father is an asshole and is hiding out on a tropical island.

Another area in which my brother and I disagree: Wesley, now nineteen, has an aversion to working a regular job—he’d rather play Texas Hold ‘Em poker and hang out with the wrong sort of people. In fact, he’s up to his—and my—neck in debt to two loan sharks. And recently he was arrested for hacking into the courthouse computer database to delete speeding tickets for his friends. When I went to post bail, I met the arresting officer, Detective Jack Terry, and we didn’t exactly hit it off.

Wesley’s arrest caught the attention of the D.A. who’d arrested our father and decided to take it out on Wesley. My dad’s former attorney—and lover, sheesh—stepped in to help Wesley and he got off with probation and a fine—yay, more debt. But with the Wren family back on the radar, the D.A. decided to reopen my father’s case and assign it to none other than Detective Terry.