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Jessica twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “Alex, honey, of course I want you—”
Alex inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening.
“To do the shot, I mean.” 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. She’d just manipulated Alex into doing a body shot off her in the middle of a crowded bar. If this didn’t make her a wild, saucy woman, she didn’t 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 tongue—moist and hot—lingering lazily on her skin.
The room began to spin around her, and she shivered, arching toward him.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” Alex’s voice was low, rough, his breath hot.
Jessica swallowed hard, suddenly caught in a wave of panic. What was she doing? But then Alex’s tongue pressed against her pulse point, and all reason and logic were swept away.
“Yes, Alex,” Jessica said with a gasp. “I’m definitely sure.”
Perfectly Saucy
Emily McKay
Dear Reader,
This is probably my last Dear Reader letter for Harlequin Temptation. I can’t 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 Kaiser’s beauty and the beast story, Wilde at Heart (#429), and Kate Hoffmann’s ugly duckling story, Love Potion #9 (#487). Books that made me laugh out loud, like Stephanie Bond’s About Last Night…(#751). Books that I love because I felt a deep connection to the heroine, like Barbara Delinsky’s The Outsider (#385) and Selina Sinclair’s A Diamond in the Rough (#688). And finally, there are the books that I just plain love because they’re so darn good, like Lyn Ellis’s Dear John… (#488) and Donna Sterling’s His Double, Her Trouble (#655).
These are the books that I’ve 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, I’d 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
Books by Emily McKay
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
912—BABY, BE MINE
976—PERFECTLY 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.
Contents
Prologue
10 THINGS EVERY WOMAN SHOULD DO
—Excerpted from Saucy magazine
1 Find Your Fling—After all, when was the last time you had an affair to remember?
2 Don’t Be a Homebody—Fly away from your nest to live abroad.
3 Go Tribal—Get a tattoo or piercing to channel the wild thing inside.
4 Release Your Inner Dominatrix—Buy a leather skirt and wear it proudly. Whip, optional.
5 Be a Diva in Bed—Don’t just ask for what you want, demand it.
6 Drop the Drawers—He’ll go crazy when he finds out you’re going commando.
7 Live in the Fast Lane—Relive the thrill of the forbidden by having sex in the back seat of the car.
8 Just Admit It—Own up to a big mistake. After all, confession is good for your soul and guilt is bad for your skin.
9 Shake Up Your Space—Because life should be shaken, not stirred.
10 Conquer It—Overcome your greatest fear and you’ll know you can do anything.
1
ALEX MORENO was the first person Jessica Summers had ever heard say the F-word out loud. By the time she’d heard him say it in the eighth grade, she was fairly certain he’d already done…it several times.
Even at fourteen he’d had his pick of girls and the girls he’d picked were almost always older, more experienced and willing to do all the things Jessica only whispered about at sleep-overs. In high school he’d been the kind of boy girls fawned over, boys picked fights with and teachers disciplined just to prove they were in control.
Apparently things hadn’t changed much. Two weeks ago Jessica had seen him for the first time in more than ten years. He’d 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