Frankie heaved a long-suffering sigh. âAre you always so arrogant?â
âThat depends,â Ross countered. âAre your nipples always so hard?â
She glanced at his crotch. âAre you always so hard?â
Ross chuckled. He wasnât the least surprised by her candor, but he wasnât going to let her get off easily. In fact, he wasnât planning on letting her get off for a whileâ¦. He hauled her against him, rocked his pelvis forward and swiftly lowered his head, catching her surprised gasp with his mouth. âI am around you, Frankie,â he admitted with a resigned laugh. âAlways around you.â
Then he nudged her forward, ending the moment. âBut right now, Carnal Contessa, our fans are waiting for our advice. So move your ass, dearest.â
Their public wanted heat, Ross thought. Fine, heâd give them some heat. And by the time this session was finished, heâd make sure that nothing but ashes remained of the doubts Frankie pretended to have about the authenticity of their attraction.
Playtime was over. It was time for truth or consequences.
Dear Reader,
Welcome back to my CHICKS IN CHARGE series! (If you missed Getting It! last month in Harlequin Temptation, be sure to check out eHarlequin for a new copy. You wonât want to miss it.) To say that Iâm enjoying this group of feisty women-âand finding their perfect heroesâwould be a huge understatement.
Card-carrying member of CHICKS IN CHARGE Frankie Salvaterra is the Carnal Contessa of the up-and-coming magazineâCHiCs. Sheâs the resident sexpert, and her plain speaking and outrageous suggestions for spicing up a flavorless sex life have quickly propelled her to semistardom. But when a meddling matchmaking friend steps in, Frankie finds herself sharing a room with CHiCâs newest employeeâThe Duke of Desire, Ross Hartford. Too-sexy Ross is every bit as outrageous as she is, every bit as confident when it comes to bed playâa lethal combination, to be sure. When Ross and Frankie are thrust into a royal âHe Said, She Saidâ promotional tour for the magazine, Frankie finds it harder and harder to hang on to her righteous indignationâ¦particularly since sheâd rather hold on to him.
Be sure to look for my first single title release, The Future Widowsâ Club, coming to Harlequin Signature Spotlight in April. Also, I love to hear from my readers, so swing by my Web siteâwww.booksbyRhondaNelson.comâand sign my guest book.
Enjoy!
Rhonda Nelson
Dear Reader,
An Evening To Remember⦠Those words evoke all kinds of emotions and memories. How do you plan a romantic evening with your guy that will help you get in touch with each other on every level?
Start with a great dinner that you cook together. Be sure to light several candles and put fresh flowers on the table. Enjoy a few glasses of wine and pick out your favorite music to set the mood. After dinner take the time to really talk to each other. Hold hands and snuggle on the sofa in front of the fireplace. And maybe take a few minutes to read aloud selected sexy scenes from your favorite Harlequin Blaze novel. After that, anything can happenâ¦.
Thatâs just one way to have an evening to remember. There are so many more. Write and tell us how you keep the spark in your relationship. And donât forget to check out our Web site at www.eHarlequin.com.
Sincerely,
Birgit Davis-Todd
Executive Editor
Though the dedication is the only part of this book she can read until sheâs much older, this book is lovingly dedicated to my darling daughter, Allie.
Youâre the best, ma petite amie. Iâm growing my very own best friend. How cool is that?
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
Epilogue
The Bet
âIâLL SEE YOUR MASSAGE and raise you a blow job.â
A slow, wicked smile curved Tate Hatcherâs mouth. âConfident, are you?â
Zora slid the customized fellatio chip to the center of the table and gave her husband a small enigmatic smile. Horny better described her current state, but let him think what he would.
She wasnât a great poker player and, to make matters worse, when she and Tate played Dirty Poker she always seemed to be the first player to lose focus. Her gaze skimmed over him. But who wouldnât, with a husband as sexy as hers? Her nerve endings tingled with needy anticipation and a slow steady throb commenced between her thighs. Hell, she was tempted to fold simply to get the game over with.
But she couldnât.
At least, not yet. Sheâd been waiting for months for a hand like this and, though he didnât know it, she intended to up the ante in an unexpected way very soon.
Tate blew out a breath and those aged-whiskey eyes shrewdly considered her. âI think youâre bluffing⦠But on the off chance that youâre not, Iâm going to see your blow jobââ he dropped another fellatio chip into the growing pile and lowered his voice ââand raise you a secret fantasy.â