Jessica twirled a lock of hair around her finger. âAlex, honey, of course I want youââ
Alex inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening.
âTo do the shot, I mean.â Jessica grabbed a slice of lime from the bowl atop the bar and placed it on her collarbone. Unsure of what to do with the salt and shot glass, she held the shaker in one hand and the tequila in the other. Then she waited, squirming atop the wooden surface, trembling with a combination of anticipation and fear. Sheâd just manipulated Alex into doing a body shot off her in the middle of a crowded bar. If this didnât make her a wild, saucy woman, she didnât know what would.
Jessica almost felt proud of herself for making it this far, until Alex stepped closer and licked the side of her neck, his tongueâmoist and hotâlingering lazily on her skin.
The room began to spin around her, and she shivered, arching toward him.
âYouâre sure this is what you want?â Alexâs voice was low, rough, his breath hot.
Jessica swallowed hard, suddenly caught in a wave of panic. What was she doing? But then Alexâs tongue pressed against her pulse point, and all reason and logic were swept away.
âYes, Alex,â Jessica said with a gasp. âIâm definitely sure.â
Dear Reader,
This is probably my last Dear Reader letter for Harlequin Temptation. I canât even begin to tell you what an honor it has been for me to write for this line or how sad I am for it to come to an end. Some of my all-time-favorite books are Harlequin Temptation novels. Books that are grown-up versions of my favorite fairy tales, like Janice Kaiserâs beauty and the beast story, Wilde at Heart (#429), and Kate Hoffmannâs ugly duckling story, Love Potion #9 (#487). Books that made me laugh out loud, like Stephanie Bondâs About Last Nightâ¦(#751). Books that I love because I felt a deep connection to the heroine, like Barbara Delinskyâs The Outsider (#385) and Selina Sinclairâs A Diamond in the Rough (#688). And finally, there are the books that I just plain love because theyâre so darn good, like Lyn Ellisâs Dear John⦠(#488) and Donna Sterlingâs His Double, Her Trouble (#655).
These are the books that Iâve loved as a reader. For the writer in me, each of these books has raised the bar. Every time I sit down at the computer, this is what I aim for. I hope I reached it with Perfectly Saucy.
As always, Iâd love to hear from you. You can e-mail me at [email protected] or write to me at P.O. Box 163104, Austin, TX 78716-3104.
Enjoy,
Emily McKay
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
912âBABY, BE MINE
976âPERFECTLY SEXY
For my wonderful family. For my father, who taught me to do the right thing, my mother, who taught me how to have fun, and my sister, who is always there for me.
10 THINGS EVERY WOMAN SHOULD DO
âExcerpted from Saucy magazine
1 Find Your FlingâAfter all, when was the last time you had an affair to remember?
2 Donât Be a HomebodyâFly away from your nest to live abroad.
3 Go TribalâGet a tattoo or piercing to channel the wild thing inside.
4 Release Your Inner DominatrixâBuy a leather skirt and wear it proudly. Whip, optional.
5 Be a Diva in BedâDonât just ask for what you want, demand it.
6 Drop the DrawersâHeâll go crazy when he finds out youâre going commando.
7 Live in the Fast LaneâRelive the thrill of the forbidden by having sex in the back seat of the car.
8 Just Admit ItâOwn up to a big mistake. After all, confession is good for your soul and guilt is bad for your skin.
9 Shake Up Your SpaceâBecause life should be shaken, not stirred.
10 Conquer ItâOvercome your greatest fear and youâll know you can do anything.
ALEX MORENO was the first person Jessica Summers had ever heard say the F-word out loud. By the time sheâd heard him say it in the eighth grade, she was fairly certain heâd already doneâ¦it several times.
Even at fourteen heâd had his pick of girls and the girls heâd picked were almost always older, more experienced and willing to do all the things Jessica only whispered about at sleep-overs. In high school heâd been the kind of boy girls fawned over, boys picked fights with and teachers disciplined just to prove they were in control.
Apparently things hadnât changed much. Two weeks ago Jessica had seen him for the first time in more than ten years. Heâd been walking down the street with a kind of lazy confidence that declared he was back in Palo Verde to stay and there was nothing anyone could do about it, short of arresting him and physically hauling his ass out of town. Again.
Even after all this time, they were still polar opposites. He was the son of migrant farm workers. She was the daughter of the townâs most prominent family. He was wild, reckless and brash. The ultimate bad boy.