Bedroom
Eyes & Perfect Match
By:
Hailey North
First
Time in Digital
Releasing
Feb 24th
& March 10th
Avon
Bedroom
Eyes
Boudoir
Lies...
Overworked
tax attorney Penelope Sue fields never had time for romance—so she
invented a phantom lover named Raoul to fill the gaping hole in her
love life. But all it takes is one chance encounter with hunky
undercover cop Tony Olano in a New Orleans elevator, and Penelope is
ready to give her fantasy man the boot in favor of the flesh and
blood, rippling muscled real thing. Now if only he would notice her.
Bedroom
Eyes...
Badboy-turned-cop
Tony Olano can’t help but notice the dreamy-eyed lawyer—she’s
not only desirable, she’s a suspect in his ongoing criminal
investigation! And that’s where grandmotherly Mrs. Maebelle Merlin
comes in. A well-meaning meddler, Mrs. Merlin’s prepared to use
mystical arts to unite the “all-work-no-play” lady lawyer and the
sexy, sensitive lawman. Trouble is that her spell goes seriously
awry, leaving Tony and Penelope to forge their own tumultuous path to
good old-fashioned passion.
“Oh,
Tony,” Penelope cried out, “Raoul was never like this.”
“Raoul?”
Tony stilled his kisses, lifted his head, and gazed toward her face,
a face intensely passionate, intensely concentrated on the pleasure
he’d been giving her. Dragging the name out into three syllables,
he said, “Raoul? Who’s he?”
“Oh,
nobody,” she said, opening her eyes and looking rather sheepishly
at him.
Tony
stroked the side of her thigh. “Your mama never told you not to
talk about other guys?” He was too excited to be annoyed…yet.
“Raoul’s
not just another guy.”
“Oh,
no?” Tony edged up on his elbows. “Then who the hell is he?”
“Oh!”
Penelope seemed to snap back to the reality around her. She blinked,
then said, “Raoul’s not another man. He’s um, he’s…well,
he’s a figment of my imagination.”
“Uh-huh.”
Tony didn’t feel too impressed by that explanation. She might have
started off the reference to this mystery man with a less than
favorable comparison, but Tony wasn’t into any compare-and-contrast
point systems.
He
wanted Penelope to think only of him.
Penelope
pushed up on the pillows. “It’s true. Raoul’s an invention of
my imagination. He’s like a …” She waved one hand in a slow
circle, as if trying to whisk an explanation out of thin air. “…an
imaginary lover to keep me from missing all the things I’ve not had
a chance to experience while I’ve been concentrating on my career.”
“Such
as?” Tony wanted to stop talking and get back to business. The way
he’d been pleasuring and kissing Penelope had him so excited he
couldn’t stand this interruption. But neither could he stand her
thinking of another guy.
She
giggled, a bit nervously. Tony stroked her beautifully flat stomach,
then edged his hand higher, past her ribs, until he captured first
one breast, then the other. She sighed and said, “This.”
He
followed his hands with his lips, leaning over her, claiming her,
tasting her. When he could force himself to pause, he lifted his
mouth and said, “You mean this, for instance?”
She
nodded.
He
returned his lips to hers, to the warmth and excitement of her mouth,
her tongue responding to the dancing inquiry of his own.
Then
his tongue slowed as the messages she’d been sending him filtered
through the haze of desire ruling his mind. An
imaginary lover. To make up for what she’d never experienced. He
added up her words, plus what she hadn’t said, to what her
almost-surprised reactions to his lovemaking signaled.
Lifting
off her, he said very slowly and very clearly, “Penelope, are you a
virgin?”
Perfect
Match
While
Not Looking For Mr. Right...
Although
she vows that she's locked her heart and thrown away the key,
ravishing red-headed Lauren Stevens suddenly has several men vying to
prove her wrong—and to win the right to set free her passionate
self. Button-down banker Oliver Gotho seems like a good candidate,
but it's Oliver's sexy brother Alistair who has invited the
beautiful, penniless free spirit to share his living
space—temporarily, of course. She thinks she should encourage the
successful businessman brother, yet is it Alistair with the
oh-so-sensual magic touch who holds the key to her happiness?
Has
She Found Her Perfect Match?
Sexy,
wise, and charismatic, Alistair has offered Lauren a place to stay
out of the goodness of his heart—and certainly not because of her
gorgeous eyes, luscious lips and enchanting body. Lauren may entrance
him, but it's time for him to find a sensible woman to take to wife.
And Lauren, with her penchant for peccadilloes, spells nothing but
trouble. But spring is in the balmy New Orleans air, and so is love,
as both Lauren and Alistair discover that the heart-pounding perfect
match isn't always the one knocking at the door…
Alistair
Gotho could crook a finger and have any woman he wanted. She’d seen
the evidence of his former lovers—why, she was wearing a dress
she’d found in one of his closets!
But
who wanted her—a dyslexic, hyperactive, unemployed doctoral
student? Wistfully, almost afraid to ask the question, but dying to
know the answer, Lauren said, “If you were going to conjure your
perfect match, what would she be like?”
Alistair
shifted closer. Waiting for his response, her feelings of
vulnerability mounted. She grabbed the hem of her dress and started
rolling the fabric between her fingers.
Alistair
paused. His silent scrutiny only fed her nervousness. Earlier, when
he’d been kissing her, she hadn’t been at all anxious, but
holding her breath for his answer, plus remembering what he’d said
about taking up where they’d left off once they were alone, she was
paralyzed. What if she disappointed him? What if the feelings he’d
roused in her last night and again in the shop had been a fluke? What
if she was a failure at being with a man?
Yet,
oddly enough, coupled with all her fears, came the crazed wish that
he would describe her to a “T” and then sweep her into his arms
and kiss her senseless.
“My
perfect match?” The words rolled slowly off his tongue even as he
lifted one strand of her rich red hair. “Definitely a redhead,”
he said.
“Really?”
“Oh,
yes.” He glanced away, then shifted his gaze back. “Funny, but
I’ve never dated a redhead before.”
Tracing
his finger lightly over her forehead, he said, “My perfect match is
wise and witty.” His hand moved lower, hovering above her breast.
“And warm and loving,” he said.
“And
kissable,” he added, lowering his lips to hers.
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Hailey
North is a USA Today bestselling author who began writing while
employed as a “game show lawyer” for NBC Studios. Tired of
hearing lawyers weren’t creative, she quit her job and typed
“Chapter One” (not the chapter, just the heading!). Since that
day, North has penned eight romantic comedies set in her adopted
hometown of New Orleans, Louisiana, and in her favorite imaginary
town, Doolittle, Arkansas.
She
has also created a three-book “afterlife” series that celebrates
creative, but accidentally dead, characters trying their darnedest to
win a second chance at life. North lives in Louisiana with her
husband, her food-centric Labrador Shelby and her two kindred-spirit
felines, Ali Kat and Rosa Pax.
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