Praise for Rhonda Nelsonâs
Chicks in Chargeâ¦
On Getting It!
âRhonda Nelson will have readers chuckling and sighing with Getting It! (4.5), a witty, sensual tale featuring a completely unforgettable pair of lovers. Very, very hot!â
âRomantic Times
âRhonda Nelson takes you on quite an adventure in Getting It! She gives the reader everythingâhilarious scenes, passionate and tender love and a serious message as well. The reader is in for quite a ride with this one.â
âCataromance
âGetting It! demonstrates how much fun falling in love can be when it is between the right two people. Pick it up and enjoy.â
âThe Romance Reader
On Getting It Good!
âWith exciting, believable characters and hot passion, Rhonda Nelson has created an exciting series. I canât wait to see who will be getting it next.â
âA Romance Review
âGetting It Good! (4) by Rhonda Nelson has humor and great characters, which make for a fun read.â
âRomantic Times
âThe latest Chicks in Charge tale, Getting It Good! is a delightfully amusing contemporary romance starring two likable combatants.â
âThe Best Reviews
Dear Reader,
I hope that youâre enjoying my CHICKS IN CHARGE series. If you missed the first two books, please be sure to check them out. (Getting It! Harlequin Temptation January 2005 and Getting It Good! Harlequin Blaze February 2005). Iâve had a ball writing these feisty heroines and finding the perfect guys for them.
Since the debut book Iâve been asked many times where I got the idea for this series. It was funny, really. I was sitting in my office, absently listening to a panel of âexpertsâ talk about why The Bachelorette had been more of a success than The Bachelor. One of the women shrugged and said, âItâs because a chickâs in charge.â Something about the girl power in that phrase really appealed to me and I started playing the âWhat ifâ¦â game. The result was this series of books with smart, determined women who know their own worth. Pairing them with guys who figure it out as well has been a very fun and fulfilling experience.
Donât miss the final book in my CHICKS IN CHARGE seriesâGetting It Now!âavailable next month. Iâd love to know what you think. Be sure to swing by my Web siteâwww.booksbyRhondaNelson.com and let me know how youâre enjoying the ride.
Happy reading!
Rhonda Nelson
This book is dedicated to one of the nicest people
I have ever known, my good friend Pam Farris. PTO, sons and daughters, Girl Scouts, midnight movies, countless lunches, hair days and pool days, your unfailing friendship has been a source of great joy for me over the years and I look forward to many more.
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
Epilogue
UNDER ORDINARY circumstances, April Wilson was just vain enough to appreciate a hot stare from an equally hot guy. What woman didnât like a lingering appreciative look? One that somehow managed to validate those extra minutes spent in front of the mirror, that additional time rifling through the closet to find the perfect outfit, or taking those few seconds to repair a chipped nail?
Usually one flicker of interest from a pair of intrigued masculine eyes was enough to make her inwardly preen with satisfaction because it meant she hadnât wasted her time, that her somewhat manic attention to detail had paid off.
Unfortunately, in this case, it was the particular source of interest that was causing herâ¦discomfort.
Looking equally relaxed and dangerous, Ben Hayes sat sprawled on a chair at the end of the bar. The Blue Monkey Pub on the edge of New Orleansâ famed French Quarter was technically her haunt, but over the past few months Ben had been showing up with disconcerting regularity and had easily made it his preferred hang out, as well. It was unnerving to say the least. Her gaze was inexplicably drawn to him once more, causing a flutter of awareness to skim up her spine.
Mercy.
A navy-blue designer T-shirt clung to his broad shoulders and muscled chest, serving as both a testament to his casual style and the pricey label, a silent affirmation that heâd arrived. April swallowed.
That, she knew, was important to him.
Worn denim clung to his hardened thighs and a pair of ridiculously expensive boots rounded out the ensemble. Dark brown hair just a shade shy of black hung in loose waves around a face that held more character than beauty and, though she couldnât see them clearly from hereâand she refused to lookâmemory painted an accurate picture of his eyes. Pale golden brown, the shade of light arcing off a crystal tumbler of good Kentucky bourbon.
Occasionally heâd hoist the longneck held carelessly between his fingers to that insanely carnal mouth and, though she seriously doubted he was even aware of it, every move he made exuded an effortless, sexy sort of grace that was essentially mesmerizing to every femaleâattached and unattachedâin the room.