Hot for It [NOOK Book]

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SEX ON THE BEACH NEVER TASTED SOOO GOOD!

Living on her own private Caribbean island home would be bliss for romance writer Cat Gamble.if she had some studly hunk to share it with. All work and no foreplay make Cat a very dull girl! So she puts an ad on the Internet inviting some good-looking boy-toys to come play. When Captain Jack Spankevopoulos offers to kidnap her and make her an exotic love slave on his ...

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Overview

SEX ON THE BEACH NEVER TASTED SOOO GOOD!

Living on her own private Caribbean island home would be bliss for romance writer Cat Gamble.if she had some studly hunk to share it with. All work and no foreplay make Cat a very dull girl! So she puts an ad on the Internet inviting some good-looking boy-toys to come play. When Captain Jack Spankevopoulos offers to kidnap her and make her an exotic love slave on his Captive Fantasy, she's hot for it-and for him.

But who knew she would be captured by the wrong pirates?

Now Cat is the sex slave of two real pirates who are holding her for ransom.and their own personal sexual pleasure. Instead of being scared, Cat is aroused by the sensual orgy surrounding her. Now free to indulge in every secret fantasy she's ever had, Cat wonders whether she wants to escape-or surrender to her own erotic desires.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758228338
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 10/1/2007
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 689,648
  • File size: 751 KB

Meet the Author

When she's not writing, Melissa Macneal loves to travel, cook, speak at conferences, and yes.watch dirty movies. She lives in the Midwest with her husband, but spends most of her time in imaginary places. Melissa loves to hear from readers!
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First Chapter

HOT FOR IT


By MELISSA MacNEAL

APHRODISIA BOOKS

Copyright © 2007 Melissa MacNeal
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-1412-6


Chapter One

Cat Gamble rested her aching head in her hands, squinting at the manuscript page on her laptop screen. Her lips moved as she read silently.

Clarissa's heart thundered when he tossed her onto his bed. The pirate's lips, so brutally chiseled into his sea-beaten but handsome face, parted in a hard smile as he ripped open her bodice. "Ah, such lush beauties, these," he breathed, wedging his knee between her thighs. "Peaks like berries, just awaitin' my tongue ... lappin' at your creamy skin, sweet lady, as I feast upon your fleshly delights." Gasping at the sandpaper texture of his face, Clarissa curled in upon herself. Quite against her will, she writhed beneath his hot, solid weight. That was no ordinary sword pressing into her abdomen ... surely long and thick enough to ravage her down there, the way this swashbuckler had already taken her imagination captive. Again against her will, of course. "Please, sir," she rasped. "I'm betrothed to Lord Lustingworth, pledged to him as a virgin bride-" "Lustingworth, eh?" The buccaneer raised up, shaking with his laughter. "You haven't heard about all his little bastards? By all the wenches a-workin' in his castle?He won't notice your bein' broke in. Ripe and ready for-"

"YO, HO, HO!"

"-and a bottle of rum!"

"-it's a poi-rate's loife fer me!"

"No! No! That's the wrong frickin' movie, Trev!" came a strident cry. "You can't play Captain Jack if you're gonna mess up the script and-"

A startled intake of breath made Cat look up from her story. From her nook in the loft, she peered over the railing to see the tallest of the three costumed swashbucklers pressing the point of his glimmering sword to his challenger's bare chest ... right between the swells of that low-cut hot pink evening gown.

"It's my house," came Trevor Teague's terse reply. "If you don't like the way I play pirate, take your balls and bat and go elsewhere, Bruce."

"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" Grant Carey crooned. The sleeves of his flowing laced-front shirt billowed as he stepped up to deflect Trevor's sword with his finger. "I see no need for bickering over petty-"

"I am not being petty!" Bruce insisted with a swish of his long blond wig. "As Elizabeth-the smart one, who gets things accomplished!-I'm only pointing out-"

"If you want to make points, stud your bra," Trevor muttered. "Cat should play the part of Elizabeth. She would at least bring some originality-and real breasts-to the role. Something besides flicking that fake hair in my face every time-"

"Don't even think about it, guys. I'm trying to work." Cat immediately regretted the frustration in her voice, but it was getting late and she hadn't reached her page quota for today. Her story felt way too clichéd, and Lord Lustingworth's name had flown too far over the top. She'd lost sight of the solid grounding this whole book needed but didn't have a clue what to do about it.

She had no room for whining or feeling ungrateful, however: as Trevor's house guest, living rent-free, thanks to the architect's compassion, she was damn glad for this loft ... even if, as the choir loft of a Catholic church he'd renovated, it overlooked the open great room where voices carried with crystal clarity up into the vaulted, frescoed ceilings he'd restored.

"Oh, dear, we've interrupted you again," he said with an apologetic smile. "I'm terribly sorry, sweetheart. Rough day?"

Her shoulders sagged. Cat shook her head, more at herself than at the three gay blades who loved to cavort in costume. This huge unique house was the perfect place to pretend they were pirates instead of an architect, an attorney, and a landscape designer, and she envied them their sense of play. She'd never known grown men who gave themselves over to role playing with such childlike glee and dedication to detail.

"Just a little distracted. Conflicted. Whatever," she muttered. "The beginnings of books are always the hardest part."

"You've had enough on your plate since Laird died to distract even the most disciplined writer," Grant remarked. He placed a placating hand on his companions' shoulders. "Come on, guys, let's give her some peace and quiet while she-"

"No, it's all right. Tomorrow is another day," she drawled, trying to match their sense of movie drama. "Didn't mean to spoil your fun with my funk."

The three smiled up at her, raising two swords and a beaded fan in salute. They exited the great room through the door behind the tall carved pulpit that Trevor had ingeniously transformed into a freestanding waterfall.

The room-still a sanctuary in a very real sense-sighed with silence and the sound of the trickling water then. Tall stained-glass windows depicting the miracles of Christ glowed with the direct rays of the sunset, casting the cavernous room in brilliant hues of ruby, cobalt, and amber. These colors had inspired Trevor's decor when he removed the pews and chose the groupings of furniture that made his unique home such a showplace. Cat sighed again, awed by the beauty of this sanctum . . . at how fortunate she was to be here after her husband's suicide had revealed his extensive gambling debts and an excessive lifestyle she'd had no idea about.

Things would be so much easier if she'd suspected Laird's secrets-if his creditors hadn't swooped down on the accounts and repo'd her car and her home the day after his funeral. She'd felt damn lucky to come away from the ordeal with her clothes and computer. Gazing alongside this choir loft at the stained-glass Shepherd holding His sheep, Cat wished He'd work a miracle for her about now.

But all this wishful thinking wasn't getting her new book written, was it? She couldn't keep calling herself a writer if she didn't land another contract soon. Couldn't land another contract if she didn't get a handle on these gawdawful characters who eluded her efforts to motivate them.

Cat looked at the half page of crap she'd struggled over all day and clicked the file closed. Maybe writing a pirate romance wasn't such a hot idea-no matter how those Pirates of the Caribbean movies had recaptured the romance of swashbuckling and bad-boy heroes. She gathered up the notes she'd scribbled, wishing she'd been a better sport with Trevor and his friends. Where would she be if Trev hadn't invited her to live here? Or if Grant Carey hadn't taken her as a pro-bono client, to fight the tangle of red tape those creditors had tied her up with?

As she focused on the top slip of paper, Cat blinked. It was a Powerball ticket, compliments of Bruce Bigelow-who, thank goodness, designed industrial parks and city greenways with more élan than he played the part of Elizabeth Swann. When the jackpot had swelled to $258 million last night, he'd bought tickets for all of them. Liquor had spurred his generosity, but the numbers still counted, didn't they?

"And I hope you win it, honey! The whole frickin' jackpot!" he'd slurred as he closed her hands around the ticket. "Nobody deserves a new life more than you, sweetheart."

Cat's gut fluttered. A whole new life ... maybe even like the ones she'd been researching for her book, complete with a private island villa and a high-dollar yacht ... white sand beaches with palm trees. The images in her mind were so vivid she could feel the ocean breeze caressing her cheek-

And that's the whole damn problem with you and your imagination, her mind muttered. Always wishing-spinning something from nothing. Then you get upset because it isn't real.

She stepped outside to the small balcony Trevor had built between the bell tower and the main building. Maybe some cold evening air would clear her head. It was a brisk winter night just made for cuddling naked under the covers with a lover.

"Oh, stop it!" Cat hugged herself, blinking at tears-tears that came way too easily these days. When would she get past this mess Laird had left her in? When would she feel like herself again, competent and capable and-

When you wish upon a star ...

She held her breath, listening. Had the guys tuned in to an old Disney flick? It was the voice she remembered from her childhood crooning that sentimental tune-Jiminy Cricket in Pinocchio-wasn't it? The music swelled, taking her weary heart with it, and she sighed up at the evening sky with tears dribbling down her cheeks. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be a child again, to believe she could wish upon a star and her dreams would come true?

"I wish I could find a man who truly loved me," she whispered.

The solitary star above her shimmered. And then it winked.

Cat's mouth dropped open. She had not imagined that! That star had flickered-at her! And as she watched, it winked again-and then it shot across the sky with a glorious burst of star fire!

Got your attention yet, Cat?

She glanced quickly around. Had one of the guys come upstairs? Had anyone else heard that voice-or seen that shooting star?

Nope. It's just you and me, babe.

Cat swallowed hard. She gripped the railing, aware that her pulse was pounding and goose bumps were running up and down her spine. Was this how it felt when you lost your mind? First you thought stars were signaling, and then you heard disembodied voices, and then-

I'm not gonna show myself, so you better listen up. Check your Powerball numbers, got it?

"Who are you?" Cat was shaking now, looking anxiously around the little balcony. Inside, the loft she'd just left was shadowy enough that she was half afraid some weirdo was hiding behind the pipe organ to pounce on her if she-

Angels don't pounce, Cat. Get a grip.

"Angels," she rasped. "Right. An angel's telling me to check my Powerball ticket. Like I'm supposed to believe that."

Believing in things you can't see is the first lesson in Wish Fulfillment 101. I'm Spike, by the way. Your guardian angel, reporting for active duty.

Her pirate story was over the top, but this! Now she was hearing voices-some tough guy named Spike, claiming he was her guardian angel-

You've always wanted to believe in me, so here I am. It was a street-savvy baritone that spouted attitude all over the place and smelled like a sports bar on play-off night.

Cat wrinkled her nose. She did smell cigarettes! And beer!

Okay, fine, I'll take my Luckies and my Bud and butt outta your life, Cat. But I'm tellin' ya, you're already a winner. If you don't believe me, it's your loss, doll.

"Doll?" Cat snickered at the hint of gangster in his tone, still wondering why she was even holding this conversation. Yet she could see him perfectly in her mind's eye ... realized her body was thrumming on a whole new wave length now. She felt the caress of an unseen hand as surely as she'd imagined the Caribbean breeze earlier.

And then he was gone. Only the subtle apple-wood smoke from Trevor's fireplace wafted around her now.

She glanced inside again, wondering what to believe. Should she check those numbers? Should she-

On instinct, Cat looked up. The dusk had deepened, and another star above her shone more brightly than the others coming out around it. When it winked at her, she went inside: who was she to disregard a third sign? Messing with stuff like that meant trouble ... especially since there were no witnesses to this little incident. Except for Spike, of course.

She opened her laptop again, willing it to hurry as the familiar beeps and whirring sounds brought pictures to her screen. Wistfully she picked up the lottery ticket, wishing she could believe the brief conversation with an angel that already felt, well-unreal.

Cat typed in the URL listed on the ticket ... Powerball.com. By now, the day's numbers would be displayed and they'd have upped the jackpot amount because no one's numbers matched-

WINNER! WINNER! WINNER! flashed across the screen.

Cat scrolled down to where the numbers were listed-on a ticket purchased in Crystal City, just south of here, the sidebar said! Hadn't Bruce bought their tickets in a trendy little watering hole near the interstate?

She held her breath, glancing from the cash-register receipt to the screen. 34-and 34.18-and 18.48-and 48-

Voices rose below her as the three pretend pirates cussed the television in the parlor.

"Damn! Isn't Crystal City where you bought these-"

"So much for retiring early."

"Hey, I bought you the damn chances, guys!" Bruce's tenor whine rang out. "It's not like my numbers were any better than-"

"Holy shit," Cat whispered. Her hand shook so badly the receipt fluttered to the floor. Surely she'd misread; she turned on the desk lamp to compare those numbers again.

A few moments later Trevor's voice ascended the narrow wooden stairway ahead of their footsteps. "Let's see if Cat's checked her numbers yet. We need to help her lighten up tonight, guys. Maybe order in some pizzas and-"

She stared at the three men approaching from the other side of the pipe organ console. Trevor Teague in his mascara and beaded scarf; Grant Carey in his flowing shirt with a sword swinging from his magenta sash; Bruce Bigelow who'd ditched the blond wig but still wore a fitted gown of hot-pink brocade with matching kid slippers.

"Are you all right, Cat? You-"

"-look like you saw a ghost or-"

"I won," she squeaked. "I think, anyway. Here-you check the numbers!"

Trevor snatched the receipt from her hand and then murmured the digits in turn as he checked her screen. "Holy mother of God, would you look at-she won it!" he crowed. "Our very own Cat Woman won the fuckin' Powerball!"

"On my ticket!" Bruce chimed in. "Do I know how to pick numbers or what?!"

"And-and by all rights that money is yours. Fair and square, Bruce."

Cat swallowed hard and held out the receipt. Damn that angel for showing up and telling her she'd won, when it wasn't rightfully her money anyway!

Bruce Bigelow's eyes glowed an enhanced emerald green as he gripped the other end of the lottery ticket. He had the sunbleached hair and perfectly bronzed pecs of an all-American surf bum, and Cat had no trouble imagining him as some rich bitch's cabana boy, hot and tanned and alluring in his Speedo. Without the dress, of course.

Bruce folded her fingers around the receipt and then kissed her fist. "This calls for champagne. A toast to your new life, Catalina Gamble."

"Hear, hear!" Trevor cried. "I'll go fetch a bottle from the cellar!"

"If-if the lottery board verifies these numbers for two hundred fifty-eight million dollars," Grant intoned in his low courtroom voice, "you'll have some important decisions to make very quickly, my dear. If your husband's creditors get wind of this, they'll try to-"

"Screw them."

Cat looked into hypnotic eyes that glistened like indigo crystals. Just like that bad-ass angel had said, she suddenly had answers to all her problems! And thanks to her hours of online research, she knew exactly what she would do and where she wanted to go. At last, she could escape the annoying phone calls and threatening letters from Laird's loan sharks!

"You're my attorney, Grant," she said earnestly, "and you're going to get those bastards off my back. I did not accumulate those gambling debts, nor did I put the house in hock, and-and I'm not going to answer another one of their calls or accusations!"

Grant arched an eyebrow. "You're not suggesting I blow them off? I'm not sure we can-"

"Whatever it takes. Keep it legal without caving in to them," she breathed. "This windfall has just bought you all the time you need, and it's my ticket out of a nightmare."

"You go, girl!" Bruce hooted.

Still in shock from this lucky turn of events, Cat placed her hand on Bigelow's smooth bronzed shoulder. "Even if I split this jackpot with you, Bruce, I'll have more than enough to-"

"I want you to dream big, Cat," the landscaper replied with a happy sigh. "Hey-I never figured on winning, so I won't miss it. Easy come, easy go."

"Don't you tell those guys a thing before I get back up there!" Trevor called from downstairs. "I'm coming as fast as I can!"

(Continues...)



Excerpted from HOT FOR IT by MELISSA MacNEAL Copyright © 2007 by Melissa MacNeal. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2008

    Sexy adventure!!

    Melissa MacNeal brings sexy back with her erotic pirate romance, Hot For It. A series of hard knocks has left romance author Cat Gamble depressed, alone, and unable to work productively on her next novel. Enter a serendipitous Powerball win and Cat leaves the workaday world for a Caribbean island and the chance to make all her dreams¿erotic and otherwise¿come true. Cat purchases an island paradise whose current caretakers are a gorgeous and sexually adventuresome couple. After witnessing one of their trysts on the beach, Cat realizes that life on her private island would be greatly enhanced by her own special someone with whom to share sex on the beach. Cat posts a website advertising her ¿rich, single, and looking¿ status and receives a response from a pirate captain, Jack Spankevopolous, who runs a fantasy vacation company. The chemistry and sexual tension between the two ignite immediately so Cat arranges to be kidnapped by him and his crew. The night of the kidnapping arrives and Cat is ready to begin her romantic adventures on the high seas with sexy Captain Jack. She realizes something is fishy when she wakes up from a drug-induced sleep locked in a castle on a remote island. Cat quickly learns that she will be trained in the sex trade and then sold as a sex slave by her captor, Mr. Wong. While Wong attempts to humiliate Cat at every turn, she defies him by participating willingly in the erotic scenarios he devises for her and his sexy sons. While Cat attempts subtle ways of escaping from the randy Wongs, Captain Jack is hot on their trail with a brilliant plan for rescuing Cat, in swashbuckling pirate style, of course. Readers looking for erotic adventures that end happily, and sexily, ever after will not be disappointed by this book. MacNeal delights with her sense of humor and well-crafted plot. While this book contains plenty of hot sex (heed the warning label!), readers will also cheer for Cat¿s triumph over adversity and her search for a meaningful romantic relationship.--Reviewed by Caroline Springer

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    lighthearted erotic romp

    Romance writer Cat Gamble cannot believe how fast her life has fallen apart. Her husband Laird committed suicide and his ruthless creditors demand she pay off his gambling debts or else. Her late spouse left them penniless, as his vultures took what they had and want the rest, but she has no funds to keep her joints healthy. That is until the angelic voice in her head tells her to check her Powerball ticket.----------- With her lottery winnings Cat buys the Caribbean island Porto Di Angelo. Leaving Crystal City behind she travels to her new home. There she books an erotic fantasy vacation with Captain Jack Spankevopoulos, who vows to make her his sex slave as they ride his vessel the Captive Fantasy. She enthusiastically signs on board only to learn that the best laid (pun intended) plans of mice, men and a Cat go astray when the Wong brothers kidnap her with plans to make her a real sex slave.------------------ HOT FOR IT is a lighthearted erotic romp that sub-genre fans will appreciate as the heroine has more ups and downs than a seesaw. Readers will enjoy the high seas piracy as Captain Jack chases after the Wong Brothers to rescue his client as she has become much more than just a pretend sex slave to him. Far-fetched, but no one will care, as readers will sail with Captain Melissa MacNeal who writes an entertaining sexually driven Caribbean adventure.--------------- Harriet Klausner

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