Arm Candy

Arm Candy

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by Jo Leigh

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Marketing whiz Jessica Howell needs some “arm candy”—a deliciously sexy man by her side to keep her married playboy boss in line. Dan Crawford fits the bill—he's handsome, discreet and available. Definitely the perfect escort for the party circuit and media blitz surrounding Jessica's hot new cosmetics campaign.

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Marketing whiz Jessica Howell needs some “arm candy”—a deliciously sexy man by her side to keep her married playboy boss in line. Dan Crawford fits the bill—he's handsome, discreet and available. Definitely the perfect escort for the party circuit and media blitz surrounding Jessica's hot new cosmetics campaign.

Helping gorgeous Jess with her dilemma is a treat for Dan—and very tempting. Attend a few parties, exchange heated glances, kiss her senseless…pretend to be in love. Tough job? Except there's no pretense after they share one night of sizzling no-holds-barred sex. Dan doesn't want to be kept at arm's length anymore. But will Jess see their hot fling leading to the real thing?

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Arm Candy

By Jo Leigh

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
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ISBN: 0-373-79126-7

Chapter One

Jessica was seconds away from a clean getaway. At a quarter to midnight on a Thursday night, she figured everyone else had left Geller and Patrick, Inc., and she could simply go to the elevator and make it to the street and a taxi without interference. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Owen McCabe, her boss, her former mentor and current major pain in the butt, popped out of his office one second before she pressed the down button. Not only did he scare the bejesus out of her, but he also made her drop her portfolio, which gave him an excuse to rush over and help her pick up her papers.

"Burning the midnight oil, Jess?"

"Yep, and now I'm exhausted, so if you'll just give me the -"

"I know," he said, handing her the prospectus on the new eyeshadow line, "why don't we go get ourselves a nice nightcap. That'll help you get right to sleep."

She took a deep breath as she slipped the papers back into the portfolio. "Thanks, Owen, but I don't need any help. Just a taxi."

"I've got my car right downstairs."

"No, that's okay. You go on home. I'm sure Ellen's worried that it's so late."

"She went to bed hours ago," he said. "The boys had track today and they wore her out."

"I understand how she feels." Jessica pressed the down button again and silently prayed for the elevator to arrive.

"So," Owen said, leaning against the wall in a not-socasual effort to appear relaxed, "you all set for next week?"

"Pretty much. Just a few more odds and ends. We'll be fine. It's going to be a huge success."

"Yeah, yeah, it will. Mostly due to your efforts."

"Nonsense. Everyone's been working like dogs."

"With you as captain and commander."

Six months ago she would have been thrilled by the compliment, but things had changed.

Somewhere along the way, her boss had gotten the idea that the two of them could be more than co-workers. Despite the fact that he was married with twin boys. Despite the fact that she'd never given him a smidgen of encouragement. Despite the fact that he knew she had no time or desire to date anyone, period.

She'd given the situation a lot of thought. She could complain about harassment, make a stink, but for all practical purposes, she'd ultimately be the loser. No matter the outcome, a suit would put a very large dent in her career plans. Instead, she'd decided to deal somehow with Owen until the new line was in place, then, with that success under her belt, make her move. Revlon had expressed interest in her, and she was pretty sure there was going to be a shake-up at Clinique. All she had to do was get through the next two weeks without a major fiasco, and she could write her own ticket.

"Sure I can't persuade you?" Owen asked as the elevator doors hissed open.

"Not tonight. Thanks anyway, I appreciate it."

He touched her arm as she walked into the car. "And I appreciate you."

She smiled until the doors closed, then she let out a loud groan. God, what a nightmare. And it was only going to get worse.

In four days, the new line would be launched with one of the most elaborate campaigns and media focus in cosmetics history. A solid week of high-impact promos featuring A-list celebrities, all taking place in Manhattan with locations from the Rainbow Room to Central Park, and she was in charge of seeing that nothing went wrong. Luckily, her team was top-notch, especially her assistant, Marla, which meant she could concentrate on putting out fires rather than concerning herself with the details. Unfortunately, the biggest fire she'd have to put out was in Owen's pants.

To make matters worse, they were all staying at the Willows hotel for the duration, and Owen had booked her a suite right next to his own. Undoubtedly with connecting doors.

Something had to be done. Something that wouldn't get her fired. Something that would show Owen once and for all that she wasn't available.

The elevator stopped in the lobby and she nodded at the security guy as she headed for the street, her heels clicking on the marble floors. Once she was outside, she stood still for just a moment, letting the cool air of the early-fall evening refresh her. This was her favorite time of year, especially in New York. The whole city seemed more alive. The humidity and heat of summer had finally passed, and the promise of brilliant holidays shimmered just around the corner.

She stepped to the curb and hailed a taxi. In another ten minutes or so, she could take a nice warm shower, crawl between her Egyptian-cotton sheets and forget about Owen, makeup and ad campaigns until five-thirty, when it would all begin again.

The cabbie was mercifully silent, and Jessica leaned her head back on the torn seat. There was so much to do before the premiere, and she felt guilty about leaving work at all.

Ridiculous, but nonetheless it was true. Her job was everything ... No, that wasn't true. Her career was everything. Nothing, not even Owen and his out-of-control libido, was going to stand in her way. She would be an executive VP before she reached thirty, or die trying.

But that meant fending off Owen's advances until the campaign was over. The only thing that would keep Owen away was her having a boyfriend. But he knew she didn't have one, and how in hell was she supposed to come up with one in the next week?

Her gaze flickered over the staccato images flashing by the window as the taxi zoomed toward Chelsea. At the corner of Seventh Avenue and West Twenty-first, she saw a billboard for Angel's Escort Service.

Jessica smiled as she stared, the entire plan falling into place with a sweet little plunk. An escort. Of course. She could say it was someone from Harvard, someone she'd been with before. It would be a simple enough thing to hire a man for the job, someone sophisticated enough to play the part, handsome enough to look good in the inevitable photos, and someone discreet enough not to blow the whistle on her.

Glen. Her best friend. Of course. God, why hadn't she thought of this before? It was so obvious. The only person in the whole office who'd even heard of Glen was Marla, and Marla was the soul of discretion. She'd call him tomorrow. He'd love a week at the Willows. And Owen McCabe could take his advances and shove them right up his Armani.


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Jo Leigh has written over 50 books for Harlequin and Silhouette since 1994.  She's a triple RITA finalist and was part of the Blaze launch.   She also teaches story structure in workshops across the country.  Jo lives in Utah.  If you twitter, come tweet her at @Jo_Leigh, or  find out the latest news at

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Arm Candy (Harlequin Blaze #122) 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ok but not great. I can't pin point one thing but the whole thing seemed odd. Oh the story line was good, but the characters were strange. The heroine was great at business but she kept saying yes, no, yes, no.....annoying, and the hero was weird in the beginning. He turned out ok. He said i love you a lot but not once did the heroine say it, even in the end. Not the worst, not the best. Won't be reading it again. ##
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At Geller and Patrick, Inc knowing her married boss Owen McCabe is a sexual predator, marketing genius Jessica Howell decides she needs a hunk to serve as 'arm candy' to keep him off of her while they work together on her campaign for a new cosmetic line. A mutual friend arranges for sexy Dan Crawford to serve as Jessica¿s escort. He agrees because he learns she has a brilliant mind that interests him while she realizes he is perfect because he offers more than a pretty face as he understands discretion.

Dan enjoys spending time with Jessica even when he shares her with others at parties, media events, and other galas. He looks forward to the displays of affections and kisses, but especially without an audience. The only problem is that he wants it to be real not the sham that Jessica seems to insist on even when she admits to herself this is the bests ex she ever had.

ARM CANDY is a fun contemporary romance starring two lead protagonists who heat up the sheets. Readers will appreciate Jessica¿s woes with occupational sexual harassment though her solution to the odious Owen is unique. Though the topic is serious and the story line avoids the depths of the issue perhaps with too much humor, fans will enjoy this delightful bedroom meets boardroom love story.

Harriet Klausner