Risqué Business

“It’ll just be hot, wild sex—nothing more, nothing less,” Nick continued, backing her up to the wall, bringing his body flush against hers. Delaney bit back a whimper at the sweet pressure of his chest brushing her aching nipples, his thigh, warm and hard, pressed between her legs.

He placed his hands on either side of her head and lowered his face until his mouth was within inches of hers. Delaney swallowed, unable to tear her gaze from the hypnotic blue depths of his. As though under an irresistible spell, she simply waited, both eager and terrified to see if he’d follow through.

She didn’t have to wait long. His mouth plunged, taking hers with a fierceness that shot straight down to her belly. Heat, flashing hot and intense, flamed as he traced the soft silk of her blouse with his hand, sliding his fingers over her collarbone, her shoulder, brushing the side of her breast. Then, growing bolder, he moved his palms over the curve of her backside, pulling her closer to him.

Without offering any resistance, Delaney shifted her leg to wrap it around his hard muscular thigh, giving him better access. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. And she could barely hold herself upright when he suddenly stepped back, leaving her cold and wanting.

“Just one month, Delaney,” he whispered. “Think about the possibilities.”

Dear Reader,

I’m a sucker for makeovers. It’s like playing dress-up for adults, and I’ve always been a dress-up kind of girl. Even now I love nothing better than experimenting with a new hairstyle and makeup or coming up with a new look for my entire house. Paint, pillows, you name it, I’m game. But a total life makeover? Wow, that’s a little more than even I would want to take on….

But Delaney Conner risks it all, and the results are beyond anything she could have dreamed up. Especially when the benefits include having an incredibly sexy erotic suspense author make her an offer she doesn’t want to refuse. Nick Angel definitely tempts Delaney to stray out of her comfort zone. But the closer they get, the more Delaney worries that he’ll see beneath the glossy surface to the real her.

I hope you enjoy Nick and Delaney’s story. I sure did. Be sure to drop by my Web site at www.TawnyWeber.com to let me know. And while you’re there, check out my blog, my latest contest or vote for the hunk of the month. I’d love to hear from you.

Enjoy,

Tawny Weber

Tawny Weber is usually found dreaming up stories in her California home, surrounded by dogs, cats and kids. When she’s not writing hot, spicy stories for Harlequin Blaze, she’s testing her latest margarita recipe, shopping for the perfect pair of boots or drooling over Johnny Depp pictures (when her husband isn’t looking, of course). When she’s not doing any of that, she spends her time scrapbooking and playing in the garden. She’d love to hear from readers, so drop by her home on the Web, www.TawnyWeber.com.

HARLEQUIN BLAZE

324—DOUBLE DARE

372—DOES SHE DARE?

“It takes courage to grow up and

become who you really are.”

—E.E. cummings

To my parents, who always encouraged me

to be who I really am.

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

Chapter 15

HER HOT, DESPERATEbreaths echoed down the long, dark hallway. Terror coalesced into a black swirl of passion as his mouth slid down the concave silk of her belly. His fingers gripped her butt, lifting her for his pleasure, totally in control. He held complete dominance over her. Damp heat pooled between her legs, making her squirm in silent supplication. His fingers tightened, holding her prisoner, demanding she await his command.

Delaney Conner’s own breath puffed out as the words blurred on the page. God, to be that woman! She’d already read this scene three times since she’d gotten Nick Angel’s latest erotic thriller, but it still fascinated her. Fascinated, hell. She’d had two orgasms thanks to this chapter alone. Three, if she counted the memory it’d invoked in the shower.

She traced a finger over the face on the back cover. The author’s eyes, vivid and piercing, promised an ability to live up to the heat between the pages. She wondered how much of the sexual appeal was the words themselves, and how much was knowing they’d been written by the man with the sexiest face she’d ever seen grace a book jacket.

“Professor Conner?”

With a gasp, Delaney tossed the book in her canvas tote as if it had spouted flames. Cheeks on fire, she plastered a look of ingenuous questioning on her face. Hopefully the rapid flutter of her eyelashes conveyed innocence, in addition to cooling off her cheeks.

“Mr. Sims, hello,” Delaney said, her tone tight and stiff, as suited a professor at Rosewood.

Women like the heroines in Nick Angel’s books, when busted having sex in public places, gave a wicked smile and made you envy their moxie. Her? She couldn’t even read sexy books in public without blushing and worrying someone was going to rat her out for ill-advised reading choices. After all, reading was meant to be an educational pursuit, never for tawdry entertainment.