One Breathless Night

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Jenna Delaney has her life all mapped out—work, fiancé, financial plan. But when the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve, Jenna’s best-laid plans disappear. Instead, she finds herself lip-locked with the hunkiest of all hot male strangers. And whoa, serious fireworks. The kind that make a girl plan on how to get best laid!

Rick Sinclair is blown away by the sheer force of their chemistry, especially when they end up at his borrowed high-tech “smart” apartment. Except that this apartment seems to know just how to set up a seduction...because suddenly Jenna is in Rick’s bed. And this one breathless night could take them anywhere...

“It’s the start of a whole new year...”

“Hmm,” Rick said as he tugged the duvet over them. “In all the drama I forgot about that. We’re off to an interesting start.”

“Yes, very interesting.” She realized something else...she wasn’t cold anymore. But she snuggled closer just the same. “Care to make it even more interesting?” she murmured, equal parts thrilled and alarmed to see his eyes darken.

Rick grinned. “I’m a storm chaser. I’m always game for more,” he said and stroked her cheek. “Are you sure, though?”

“Oh, Rick...” Jenna studied his handsome face. “I’m going to regret a lot of things about this night. But none of them are you.”

He shifted close enough that their bare legs tangled. And when she leaned in for one of his steamy kisses, he met her more than halfway.

No hint of shyness, no reluctance. Her hands were on his back, on his sides, exploring.

His free hand cupped her breast, and all was right with the world.

Dear Reader,

New Year’s Eve is a great holiday. No gifts are demanded, it’s practically illegal not to have a drink, it feels fantastic to forget what went wrong the past year and believe that the coming year is going to be your best one ever.

What is never supposed to happen, not even as a joke, is to find your fiancé in the hallway kissing his former college girlfriend at the stroke of midnight.

It doesn’t just suck for Jenna Delaney, who has come with her betrothed to the same James Bond costume party in downtown Boston for the fifth year in a row. It’s also a pretty major kick in the heart to Rick Sinclair, the boyfriend of the woman kissing Jenna’s fiancé. Especially since Rick was going to propose at midnight.

The odds of Jenna and Rick getting snowed in together at a very swanky “smart” apartment in the heart of Boston are slim, and the chance that their heartbreak could turn into something better is off the charts. But love finds a way.

I hope you’ll find Jenna and Rick as funny, bright and sexy as I did, and that you’ll look for the next books in the Three Wicked Nights trilogy. All three heroes were best friends at MIT, and the smart apartment...the really smart apartment...belongs to their friend Sam, who’s asked the guys to test the surprising tricks and treats they’ll discover during their very wicked nights in Boston.

I’d love to hear from you! You can catch me as @Jo_Leigh on Twitter and at jomk.tumblr.com on Tumblr!

Jo Leigh

One Breathless Night

Jo Leigh

www.millsandboon.co.uk

JO LEIGH is from Los Angeles and always thought she’d end up living in Manhattan. So how did she end up in Utah in a tiny town with a terrible internet connection, being bossed around by a houseful of rescued cats and dogs? What the heck, she says, predictability is boring. Jo has written more than forty-five novels for Harlequin. Visit her website at joleigh.com or contact her at [email protected].

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Dear Reader

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“GUESS HOW MANY James Bonds there are in this room right now.” Jenna Delaney tugged up her neckline as she watched the Bonds interact. Some were short, some rotund, some blond; quite a few had the beginnings of beer bellies. But they were all clearly dressed as the one and only Double O Seven.

Jenna and her friend Mindy were stationed perfectly: close enough to the New Year’s Eve buffet table that they could nibble all they wanted, yet still have a great view of the reunion suite. “Ten? Twelve?” Mindy shook her head. “I give up. How many are there?”

“They’re all Bonds,” Jenna said. “Every single man here. All they had to do for their costume was rent a tux. That’s it. Unless they already owned one, which would have made it even easier. Meanwhile I, silly fool that I am, shelled out big bucks for Mimco bloodred lipstick, OPI blackish-purplish nail polish that’s the perfect shade but hideous, a necklace that looks like a noose, nearly cried putting my hair up in this awful twist and I’m wearing a dress that is far too revealing, just to match the outfit Vesper Lynd wore in Casino Royale.”

“You looked all that stuff up, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did. All the Bond girls have their own wikis.” Jenna took her cosplay as seriously as she did her job teaching middle school English.