"No one can write such rousing love stories."—Rendezvous
"Erotic...Susan Johnson at her hottest."—Sensual Romance Reviews
When Chloe Chislom realized she was more infatuated with her boyfriend's apartment than with her boyfriend, she had no choice but to add him to her jam-packed list of exes. All this Minneapolis web designer wants now is an erotic fling with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. But when a very eventful elevator ride with a seductive stranger ignites a steamy affair, she
When Chloe Chislom realized she was more infatuated with her boyfriend's apartment than with her boyfriend, she had no choice but to add him to her jam-packed list of exes. All this Minneapolis web designer wants now is an erotic fling with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. But when a very eventful elevator ride with a seductive stranger ignites a steamy affair, she finds herself plummeting back to earth. For Rocco Vinelli is not only driving Chloe wild with uncontrollable desire, he also happens to be melting her hardened heart.
"No one can write such rousing love stories."—Rendezvous
"Erotic...Susan Johnson at her hottest."—Sensual Romance Reviews
I like me men tall, dark and handsome.
I don't mean six-foot-one in hiking boots.
I mean barefoot and six-foot-four.
And when I say dark, I don't mean brownish hair and a light tan.
I mean Goran Visnjic on ERblack-as-sin hair and swarthy skin.
And handsome? Well, that's all a matter of mood...
And Chloe was definitely in the mood after working day and night for three weeks on a humongous web site that she'd finally finished for a new kids' cereal.
So what the hell was she doing sitting across from this really smarmy-looking guy with a button-down collar and hair the shade of snail shells who had his elbows braced on the table to look taller? Was he even within shouting distance of her tried-and-true criteria for desirable men? No. Did he meet even one of her criteria? The answer to that was obvious. More to the point, hadn't she sworn that she would never, ever again fall for that line: You have to meet this friend of mine?
Particularly when the speaker was Tess, who everyone knew had absolutely no taste in men. Okay, to be fair, not Chloe's taste in men. Or possibly that of any female with normal vision.
But what made a bad decision even worse was that her be-nice-to-Tess obligation had inconveniently fallen on the day she'd finished her project.
This was not her idea of celebrating.
“Huh? Sure.” Chloe quickly smiled, not sure she'd heard what the annoying little man had said, but he was holding up her glass and pointing to the bar so she was probably on track. “Thanks,” she added with another smile, because her mother had insisted she not only learn but use good manners, and all those years of training kicked in independent of reason or alcohol consumption. Politeness aside, though, there was no way she was going to spend the rest of the night listening to this man's unending complaints about his work environment.
One more drink and she was outta here.
So when he returned with her drinkan umbrella drink that Chino's was famous forshe was really, really polite and smiley and sort of listened while he told her about his new turntable that cost three million dollars or something. But as soon as she'd sipped the last drop of mango-juiced alcohol, she uttered the lie that always saved her from any disagreeable obligation. “Thanks so much, but I have a project that has to be finished, so tomorrow's a workday for me.” Easing down from a bar stool that overlooked the night sky of downtown Minneapolis, she teetered briefly on her really adorable green-lizard strappy Jimmy Choos, smiled her last artificial smile and waved. “Say hi to Tess.”
“Tess didn't tell me you had pink hair.”
Her fake it's-been-nice smile froze on her face at his peevish tone. Her pink hair went with a damn nice face if she said so herself, along with her three-times-a-week-in-the-gym toned bodywell, okay, ideally three times a week. And her pink hair sat atop a reasonably fine brain, certified by a couple degrees from reputable schools. “Pink hair's a problem?”
“I usually don't go out with up-towner types...”
Or anyone at all, she wanted to say, but damn those childhood lessons on civility were hard to break. “Well, then, everything worked out great,” she replied in her best fuck-you tone. Swiveling around on stiletto heels that clearly were made for such dramatic gestures, she walked away, half pissed, totally relieved and seriously on her way home because she suddenly felt wasted after three weeks of little sleep.
Five minutes later she was still waiting for the elevator outside the bar.
These were, without doubt, the slowest elevators in town, and if the best bar in town wasn't on the top floor of this building, she'd not be reduced to a state of frustration too many times a week for a serious working girl. Swearing softly, she jabbed the down button again.
While she waited, any number of pithy retorts for Mr. Dweeb had come to mind. Isn't that always the way? Butbottom linedid she really give a damn if he didn't like pink hair? Fuck no. Did she care about anything at all he liked? Same answer. Did she care if he lived or died? Well, it was only ostensibly a drink date or meeting or whatever that miserable encounter could be designated...life or death was probably extending the thought process into the surreal. Although, let's face it, Dweeb Man had to be damned near the last person in the world who could afford to be picky about a date. Unless a subset of women existed who were turned on by whiny men or lengthy descriptions of stereo equipment.
Finally...finallythe elevator. Thank God.
Seeing it was empty, she offered up a double thank-you to God, Buddha and her own personal goddess, who had curly red hair and was trés understanding of her foibles. She thanked all three because she was superstitious. She counted stairs way too much for her own good as well, but when you had a grandma like hers, it was inevitable. Genetic, even.
The doors began closing and she leaned back against the rosewood wall, relieved. She'd escaped; she was on her way home.
“Hey!! Hold the doors!!”
She almost didn't look up; she almost pretended she hadn't heard. But her mother had much to answer for, she resentfully thought, already lunging to catch the doors. Between her leaping and glancing up and fear of having her fingers crushed, it took her synapses an extra millisecond before the explosive wow registered in her brain.
The man sprinting toward her had black ruffled hair, increasingly ruffled by his headlong pace. His lean, broad-shouldered frame was well over six feet, even estimating it at a distance. And he was racing toward her on what could only be hand-sewn black custom-made shoes because she knew shoes like nobody knew shoes.
“Thanks,” he gasped, charging into the elevator. He immediately began punching the door-close icon.
Thank you she felt like saying, absorbing the full impact of his stark beauty. Definitely a ten, maybe even a twenty, certainly a damned fine representative of his gender.
The elevator doors finally started to slide shut. Blowing out an explosive breath, he turned to Chloe. “Thanks again.”
“Were the fiends of hell after you?” Okay, so she never talked to strangers in elevators; she never even looked at them if she could help it. But Jesus, anyone would make an exception for this very close approximation to Visnjic on ER.
“Yeah, absolutely.” He suddenly grinned. “Nice hair.”
Obviously he was not only a TV star but a man of impeccable taste. “Thanks.”
She would have said more, but the elevator abruptly came to a stop on the observation-deck level and a crowd of sightseers jammed in, separating them. The IMC Tower was a favorite date-night destination for too-young-to-drink teens. They all seemed to be from one incestuous social group, so the decibel levels were ear-shattering.
Thankfully, they emptied the elevator in a lemminglike rush at the ground floor.
Her ER fantasy smiled faintly and moved toward the door. “Thanks again. For saving me from the fiends of hell and all...”
“No problem. Anytime,” she said like some klutz, when in her fantasy world she would have said something incredibly clever and witty.
She watched him walk out and turn left.
Unfortunately, she was going the same way, and for an awkward moment she debated standing in the empty lobby until he was out of sight. Deciding that was juvenile for someone who owned her own companyalbeit a very small oneor for anyone who perceived themselves as a modern, independent, take-charge kind of woman, she followed himalthough she hung back, hoping he wouldn't notice.
Just because she read the books on assertiveness and empowerment didn't mean she practiced the art every tiny second of the day. Okay?
Additionally, she was experiencing that twinge of fear that reflexively comes from being alone in the vastness of an empty hallway...at night...in the city. With serial killers and rapists too much in the news, this was definitely a creepy venue. And regardless of the man's incredible good looks, he might just be a very handsome serial killer.
“Are you following me?”
Jolted from her musing, she glanced up to see him standing at the side doors, looking bemusedand drop-dead gorgeous.
Could serial killers be über-charming?
How much had she drunk that she was obsessing about serial killers?
“Or are you parked in the same loading zone?”
“My permit's legal.” If she was Catholic, she'd have to go to confession.
“I didn't say it wasn't. I just thought a woman with pink hair might be driving that silver Audi TT next to my car.”
“Tell me you're not a serial killer.” Christ, she must have had too much to drink.
“I was tempted tonight, but no.”
“The fiends of hell, right?”
He grimaced. “I probably would have lost the fight anyway.”
“So we both had an evening from hell. Mine didn't like pink hair.”
“How did you know it was a man?”
“Pursed lips like that. I know that look.”
He grinned. “Not anymore.”
Susan Johnson is the award-winning, national bestselling author of the novels Hot Spot, Hot Legs, and Hot Pink, among others.
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I really liked this book because it was witty and very sensual. The ending was really sweet as well. But I was hoping that there would be more sex scenes in it though. ;)
this book was stimulating. it was indeed very descriptive. as if you were there. i would get the book. i'm not much of a reader myself but this wa worth it.
I enjoyed the characters but am still stymied by Chloe's 'pink hair'. Like her other novel, Blonde Heat it reminded me a lot of women from the Sex in the City series. Chloe and Rocco's attraction to each other was 'smoldering' to say the least. A sexy, yet humorous read.
Okay, so I read reviews of the book and how it wasn't her usual flair of erotic and plot book. But I just couldn't listen... I got the book and THEY WERE RIGHT!!!!!!!!! There was like two sex scenes that were okay and thats putting it mildly. The plot completely stunk. If you like the author, then by all means, get the book and add it to your collection. However, if you want a good book with a good plot mixed with eroticism look at her earlier books. For example, Outlaw, Tempting, Sinful, Siezed by love, Pure Sin, Brazen, Wicked or Taboo. You won't be disappointed.
I dion't normally read, but I oicked this book up at the airport because pink was in the title and I would be on a long flight. I could not put this book down, it was fabulous.
If you love Sex novels about how you can love someone more then you want get this one its excelent!!!!!
This was my first Susan Johnson book. I read a briefing of the book in Cosmo and had to read it. The descriptions she gave were amazing. I could not put the book down, and cannot wait to read all her other books.
I love trashy novels, and this one definetly fits the bill. I couldn't put this book down, and frankly didn't want to till I was finished. I highly recommend!!!
This book was amazing... I could not put this book down, I read it at the gym not even realizing how long I was doing my cardio workout, I read it in bed and now that I have finished the book I am eager to find another book just as HOT!
This is actually the first romance novel I have read. It was VERY good! It had a lot of passion, drama, and more passion! I would highly recommend this to anybody. Ms. Johnson really rocked everybody's world with this book. I can just say this...this book probably won't be the last one I purchase!
There is only one thing to say about this book, H-O-T!!!! I could not put it down... Seriously read it in a couple of hours, it strikes you immediately; AWESOME!!!
This book is defiently very 'Cool'. This is a must read trashy romance 4 summer! Normally sometime in books of this nature you have to wait like till the end of the book 4 the leading characters 2 finally do the deed, not this 1! By page 22 the windows begin 2 steam up...IT'S HOTT!!!!
In Minneapolis, web designer Chloe Chisholm feels it is time to delete her latest male companion especially after the blind date fizzled over her pink hair. Leaving the dud behind, Chloe takes the elevator accompanied by tall, dark and handsome Rocco Vinelli. He too is frustrated over the machination of Amy Thiebaud, the younger sister of a friend. Though they went out on an occasional date in the past and he has escorted her to events, he never considered them to be more than friends. That does not stop Amy from hosting a surprise engagement party that Rocco walked out on for he has no plans to marry the witch. Chloe and Rocco share the greatest sex weekend of their lives. As they begin to fall in love, she learns that he is engaged to Amy, which he denies. When Amy claims she is pregnant by him, Chloe drops him, but Rocco insists that if she is pregnant it cannot be his. This erotic contemporary romance shows Susan Johnson at her hottest, which means the lead couple generates enough thermos heat to keep the Northeast warm in winter. Readers will want the hunk for themselves even when he utters perfectly understandable profanity. Though Amy is too much of a twit, the audience will relish HOT PINK. Harriet Klausner
I don't usually go for this kind of book but wholly cow. This one I couldn't put down. I am a huge fan now!
i loved this book. It kept me turning the page like nothing i have ever read before. The author is such a wonderful writer...i am on a hunt for all other books of hers!!
I loved this book, and I don't normally buy novels like this! What made it nice for me was that I could somewhat relate to the life of a Minneapolis dweller. Though my life is much more boring than Chloe's. But a good read for vacations or just sitting around the house in your PJs looking for action! The image of Rocco still stirs me up!