âYou wanted a stranger. I just went along with you.â
Tony looked haggard, as if he hadnât slept since the cruise. âYou donât know how Iâve felt, knowing I might lose you all over again once you knew the truth,â he continued.
âYou never had me to lose. You agreed it was just going to be sex and you would walk away!â How could Emma be so angry that he hadnât really walked out of her life when just moments ago sheâd been cursing herself for letting him do just that? How could she want to throw herself into his arms and strangle him at the same time?
âI knew Iâd have to see you again,â he said simply. âBut I wanted you to have your fantasy first.â
She smiled grimly. âYes, you were my fantasy, all rightâ¦.â She wrapped her arms around her waist. âI donât even know you.â
âOh, I think we got to know each other rather intimately,â he said, cupping her chin in his hand. âI know that your eyes go all hazy when you get aroused, and I know the way you like to be stroked along your beautiful back. I know that youâre ticklish behind your knees and that you sigh in your sleep.â
He tilted her face so that she looked him in the eye. âAnd I think we both know that this fantasy isnât overâ¦.â
Dear Reader,
When I won the Romantic Times BOOKclub Reviewers Choice Award for Best First Series Romance for 2004, I was writing for Harlequin Temptation. Then I was told that I would be writing my first book for Harlequin Blaze, and I was so intrigued. It couldnât have come at a more remarkable time in my lifeâIâm single again. So Emmaâs cruise into sexual experimentation might be based on my own voyage of sexual discovery. Of course, in the old days a lady never told, but today a lady not only tells, she goes for it!
I hope you enjoy discovering Emmaâs sexual exploits with her Bahama boy toy. And I hope youâll be excited to know that her best friend, Tina, is getting her own book. Because being a sexual mentor and sidekick just didnât do this girl justice. Sheâs got a stripper in her wrong bed and what she does with him will heat up your sheets! Be sure to read it in bed, preferably with someone to strip down for you!
I hope you enjoy reading about these very different but enticing women stepping up to the challenge of finding a man who gives them all the pleasure theyâve dreamed about. Enjoy the adventure!
Sincerely,
Mara Fox
After wandering the county as a military brat, author Mara Fox was happy to settle in a little Texas town with the friendliest people sheâd ever met and the biggest sky sheâd ever seen. And she thought it was like catching hold of one of those stars when she won the Romantic Times BOOKclub Reviewers Choice Award for Best First Series Romance for 2004. These days sheâs going to college and spreading her single wings, both figuratively and not so figuratively. Turns out that Emma and Mara have a lot in common! There might even be a singles cruise to the Bahamas in the worksâ¦.
Iâm happy to dedicate this book to Brenda Chin,
the best editor, mentor and friend anyone could have in her corner, especially in a tight spot.
GAZING THROUGH the glass at Emma, Anthony Enderlin wondered if this would be a good time to introduce himself to the woman who had lured him to the law firm of Anderson-Harding with her siren voice.
Though he felt they knew each other, theyâd never actually met. Theyâd only spoken. And her voice had teased, cajoled and flirted with him, affecting him the way he imagined good phone sex might. It had stayed with him, sneaking into the most unexpected corners of his life.
And theyâd only talked a couple of times while coordinating a work program.
It was damn disconcerting.
So heâd decided to come and do the computer installation himself. It would surely get her out of his system, so to speak. Heâd sold the idea to his boss as a field test of sorts and vacation. Now he was spinning his wheelsâ¦lurking.
He heard footsteps in the hall. Emmaâs best friend, the lady lawyer they called The Shark, was approaching, and feeling guilty, he stepped back as though he hadnât been hanging around outside the employee break room like a moonstruck idiot.
He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Turning, he headed towards the office where yet another lawyer would expect him to debug a computer constipated with porn, viruses and fragments of old games.
Which was a huge waste of his expertise.
After all, he was the designer of the software, and heâd coordinated the project with Emma, the companyâs liaison. When heâd come to do the install, he hadnât planned on spending his time cleaning up each and every lawyerâs computer system.
Heâd hoped to do a bit more liaisoning.
With Emma.
Because that voice had flowed over him like silk and sex.