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Her nipples were so hard they ached behind the confines of silk
and lace. Without conscious thought, she arched her back, rubbing
them against him for relief.
Lucilla, Jager moaned. Please, don t send me out on another
bad date when I already know who I want.
For a second she tensed, until she realized what he meant. She
wanted to hear it. Needed to hear it. Who do you want?
He laid his forehead against hers. I m holding her right now.
If that s true, why did you sign up for my services?
I didn t know it was you. He put his finger under her chin,
tilting her face up to his. I m not used to begging. It s not in my
nature. But if you make me go out with the djinn, I ll be reduced to
it.
A fallen god begging? It made for an intriguing picture, but
Lucilla had never been that cruel. She slid her hand in his then
turned to the door. Why don t you come inside and we can discuss
what we re going to do with you.
She led him through the living room and into the den. The
room was filled with earthy colors, rich and warm. It was her
favorite room in the house. Large, overstuffed furniture was
grouped in the middle of the space to make for an intimate setting.
Lucilla indicated the sectional with a turn of her hand. Have a
seat and I ll bring us some drinks.
He released the button on his jacket and sat on the sofa. You
have a beautiful home.
Thank you. I like it. She poured them both some brandy and
carried it over to him.
She took a seat across from him, balancing her drink on her
crossed legs. Did something happen tonight to make you come
over here and wait at the curb for me? The words, and kiss me,
echoed in her head, but she refrained from saying them.
He swirled the brandy around in the snifter. I had a date with
Maribon Seacrest.
A hand clamped around Lucilla s heart to squeeze. Wasn t that
what she was being paid for? She d only done her job in setting
them up.
I see. Her throat tried to close around the words. Even though
it was obvious he hadn t had a good time on the date, it was like a
knife going through her gut.
The night will not be repeated.
Oh, Jager. She hid her smile behind her hand. You really
know how to charm the ladies, don t you?
He frowned. What makes you think the failure of the date was
my fault?
Your track record. You ve found fault with them all.
Warming to the conversation, she shifted in her seat. How do I
know, if I go with you to the Legion Halloween Dance, you won t
say the same thing about me?
You are going with me to the dance. You ve already agreed.
I agreed to it on the stipulation you went out with both of my
clients. Now you re here wanting to go back on your word. Lucilla
shook her head in mock pity. I don t know, sounds to me as if I
may need to apologize to my other clients for sending them on dates
with you.
She watched his jaw tighten. He turned his head to avoid
looking at her. I ve never gone back on my word. When his gaze
connected with hers again, his eyes were hot, intense. I want you. I
don t want to wait.
It s not smart to piss off a poltergiest
The Ghost Shrink, the Accidental
Gigolo & the Poltergeist Accountant
©2009 Vivi Andrews
A Tickle My Fantasy story.
It s bad enough to be sexually frustrated. But as a medium, it
means until Lucy Cartwright gets some, she s doomed. Oh no, not
to death. Worse. To nightly visitations by recently deceased, wanna-
be Cassanovas without the bodies to back it up. Then a living,
breathing fantasy arrives on her doorstep, and Lucy thinks her dry
spell is at an end.
Much as he would like to be Lucy s personal gigolo, PI Jake
Cox has a job to do. He s been sent to prevent her from getting laid
until a particular horny phantom and key witness in his mob
investigation pays her a visit. The real challenge? Keeping his
own hands off Lucy long enough to get the job done.
Or the lonely, geeky ghost of a murdered mob accountant could
rip a hole in the fabric of the universe&
Warning: This book contains cheesy pick-up lines, amateur
stripteases, and voyeuristic intentions all by dead men. And the
living behave just as badly...
Enjoy the following excerpt from The Ghost Shrink, the Accidental
Gigolo & the Poltergeist Accountant:
Lucy slipped past the eye-candy in her kitchen, set the timer
and shoved the muffin tray into the oven. Then she heard him
breathing. He s allowed to breathe, dammit, she told her hormones,
but they weren t listening. They were already summoning up
fantasies involving breathing. And panting. And gasping.
So Lucy gasped, and swore, as her hand brushed the hot oven
rack. She snatched her hand out of the oven, mentally cursing her
stupidity, and slammed the door closed.
Did you burn yourself? Jake demanded, stepping forward
and immediately taking control.
He caught her wrist and held it up for inspection. Seeing the
vivid red welt rising on the back her hand, he tugged her over to the
sink and turned on the faucet with a single-minded economy of
movement that was somehow indescribably hot.
Dear God, I m doomed. Even his first aid is sexy.
He temperature-tested the tap with his own hand before
thrusting her burn beneath the cool, running water. Keep it there,
he ordered, already on his way to the freezer. He was back a
moment later, a clean dishtowel wrapped around a bundle of ice.
Here, let me see.
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Her nipples were so hard they ached behind the confines of silk
and lace. Without conscious thought, she arched her back, rubbing
them against him for relief.
Lucilla, Jager moaned. Please, don t send me out on another
bad date when I already know who I want.
For a second she tensed, until she realized what he meant. She
wanted to hear it. Needed to hear it. Who do you want?
He laid his forehead against hers. I m holding her right now.
If that s true, why did you sign up for my services?
I didn t know it was you. He put his finger under her chin,
tilting her face up to his. I m not used to begging. It s not in my
nature. But if you make me go out with the djinn, I ll be reduced to
it.
A fallen god begging? It made for an intriguing picture, but
Lucilla had never been that cruel. She slid her hand in his then
turned to the door. Why don t you come inside and we can discuss
what we re going to do with you.
She led him through the living room and into the den. The
room was filled with earthy colors, rich and warm. It was her
favorite room in the house. Large, overstuffed furniture was
grouped in the middle of the space to make for an intimate setting.
Lucilla indicated the sectional with a turn of her hand. Have a
seat and I ll bring us some drinks.
He released the button on his jacket and sat on the sofa. You
have a beautiful home.
Thank you. I like it. She poured them both some brandy and
carried it over to him.
She took a seat across from him, balancing her drink on her
crossed legs. Did something happen tonight to make you come
over here and wait at the curb for me? The words, and kiss me,
echoed in her head, but she refrained from saying them.
He swirled the brandy around in the snifter. I had a date with
Maribon Seacrest.
A hand clamped around Lucilla s heart to squeeze. Wasn t that
what she was being paid for? She d only done her job in setting
them up.
I see. Her throat tried to close around the words. Even though
it was obvious he hadn t had a good time on the date, it was like a
knife going through her gut.
The night will not be repeated.
Oh, Jager. She hid her smile behind her hand. You really
know how to charm the ladies, don t you?
He frowned. What makes you think the failure of the date was
my fault?
Your track record. You ve found fault with them all.
Warming to the conversation, she shifted in her seat. How do I
know, if I go with you to the Legion Halloween Dance, you won t
say the same thing about me?
You are going with me to the dance. You ve already agreed.
I agreed to it on the stipulation you went out with both of my
clients. Now you re here wanting to go back on your word. Lucilla
shook her head in mock pity. I don t know, sounds to me as if I
may need to apologize to my other clients for sending them on dates
with you.
She watched his jaw tighten. He turned his head to avoid
looking at her. I ve never gone back on my word. When his gaze
connected with hers again, his eyes were hot, intense. I want you. I
don t want to wait.
It s not smart to piss off a poltergiest
The Ghost Shrink, the Accidental
Gigolo & the Poltergeist Accountant
©2009 Vivi Andrews
A Tickle My Fantasy story.
It s bad enough to be sexually frustrated. But as a medium, it
means until Lucy Cartwright gets some, she s doomed. Oh no, not
to death. Worse. To nightly visitations by recently deceased, wanna-
be Cassanovas without the bodies to back it up. Then a living,
breathing fantasy arrives on her doorstep, and Lucy thinks her dry
spell is at an end.
Much as he would like to be Lucy s personal gigolo, PI Jake
Cox has a job to do. He s been sent to prevent her from getting laid
until a particular horny phantom and key witness in his mob
investigation pays her a visit. The real challenge? Keeping his
own hands off Lucy long enough to get the job done.
Or the lonely, geeky ghost of a murdered mob accountant could
rip a hole in the fabric of the universe&
Warning: This book contains cheesy pick-up lines, amateur
stripteases, and voyeuristic intentions all by dead men. And the
living behave just as badly...
Enjoy the following excerpt from The Ghost Shrink, the Accidental
Gigolo & the Poltergeist Accountant:
Lucy slipped past the eye-candy in her kitchen, set the timer
and shoved the muffin tray into the oven. Then she heard him
breathing. He s allowed to breathe, dammit, she told her hormones,
but they weren t listening. They were already summoning up
fantasies involving breathing. And panting. And gasping.
So Lucy gasped, and swore, as her hand brushed the hot oven
rack. She snatched her hand out of the oven, mentally cursing her
stupidity, and slammed the door closed.
Did you burn yourself? Jake demanded, stepping forward
and immediately taking control.
He caught her wrist and held it up for inspection. Seeing the
vivid red welt rising on the back her hand, he tugged her over to the
sink and turned on the faucet with a single-minded economy of
movement that was somehow indescribably hot.
Dear God, I m doomed. Even his first aid is sexy.
He temperature-tested the tap with his own hand before
thrusting her burn beneath the cool, running water. Keep it there,
he ordered, already on his way to the freezer. He was back a
moment later, a clean dishtowel wrapped around a bundle of ice.
Here, let me see.
He gently took her wrist and drew her hand out of the water, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]