Just Toying Around...

Just Toying Around...

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by Rhonda Nelson

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Meg Sugarbaker is living a secret life. By day she's a pastry chef. By night she's the notorious Desiree Moon, acclaimed online sex-toy critic. Which wouldn't be so bad if she had some experience. But she's about to get some—big time. Because when gorgeous Nick Devereau shows up at her door wearing nothing but a towel, all Meg wants to do is play with


Meg Sugarbaker is living a secret life. By day she's a pastry chef. By night she's the notorious Desiree Moon, acclaimed online sex-toy critic. Which wouldn't be so bad if she had some experience. But she's about to get some—big time. Because when gorgeous Nick Devereau shows up at her door wearing nothing but a towel, all Meg wants to do is play with him.…

Ultraconservative lawyer Nick Devereau is still wondering how he ended up at a sex-toy convention! He was just trying to straighten out his brother, Ron. Instead, he'd been talked into helping Ron expose Desiree Moon—the critic panning Ron's products—as a fraud. Only, once Nick sets eyes on Desiree, his plans take a radical turn. Yes, he'll still do his best to expose Desiree. But he'll be keeping her sexual secrets to himself.…

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Just Toying Around

By Rhonda Nelson

Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.

Copyright © 2003 Rhonda Nelson
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ISBN: 0373790791

Chapter One

"Are you sure that's her?"

"Yes, that's her," Nick Devereau's brother, Ron, hissed impatiently. "What do you take me for? An idiot?"

Ninety-nine percent of the time, yes, Nick thought with a beleaguered sigh. There were times when being the responsible son was really inconvenient. Like now.

"I've done my homework on this one," Ron insisted. "That's definitely Desiree Moon."

"If you'd done your homework," Nick retorted tightly, "you'd know her real name by now."

Which would have made Nick's work considerably easier. He could have simply threatened her with a libel suit, instead of resorting to tactics so beneath him it made his gut clench with dread. Nick had foisted his substantial caseload off onto his partner, had essentially put his entire life on hold in order to handle another Ron crisis. Honestly, would he never shrug this albatross off his neck? Would he always wear an armor of guilt beneath the hardearned suit of his success?

How on earth had he let Ron talk him into this ill-conceived plan? he wondered again. Nick mentally snorted. Hell, he hadn't been talked into anything.

He'd been blackmailed. Threatened. Coerced. Sent on the you-were-Dad's-favorite Guilt Express, a one-way ticket to the land of self-reproof. It didn't matter that Nick was blameless, that he hadn't been responsible for his father's unfair favoritism. It only mattered that it was true. And therein lay the rub.

Forcing the somber thoughts away, Nick shifted in the comfortable hotel chair and continued to pretend to read the paper while he covertly studied his prey.

Desiree Moon.

The infamous online sex-toy critic.

The woman Ron had asked him to seduce. Nick had flatly refused, of course. Honestly. He'd be damned before he'd become Ron's whore. But he had agreed to spy on her, charm her, to see if he could discover any information Ron might use against her to save his business.

Thank God she wasn't the pock-faced-three-hundred pound-mustached-hag-standing-at-the-ironing-board- wearing-a-muumuu nightmare his overactive imagination had tortured him with over the past week.

As a corporate attorney Nick had learned how to finesse both genders, learned how to study body language and pinpoint weaknesses, vanities. The art of flirtation was also a handy tool and Nick had mastered it over the years. Still, if she'd been the nightmare his sadistic imagination had recently plagued him with, Nick would have been hard pressed to pull off this charade. He was good, but not that good.

Nick's lips twisted into a wry grin. His conscience had devised a peculiar punishment - penance, he supposed - for agreeing to do something so underhanded. As soon as he'd committed himself to helping Ron, it had staged a rebellion in his dreams, had tantalized him with visions of himself and a voluptuous goddess in the throes of acts so carnal, so depraved that Nick could scarcely believe they could be borne of his own imagination. Then, in the dream, just as he lay poised on the brink of the ultimate, most mind-blowing orgasm ... she'd change - into the hag.

It was horrid.

And all he deserved, given what he'd agreed to do.

Regrettably, he'd been left with little choice. In addition to sending him on another lengthy guilt trip, Ron had played the Mother card, and Nick would do whatever he had to in order to protect his mother. Nick wasn't the only one Ron could play and, though Nick had tried for years, he still hadn't been able to get his mother to protect her retirement funds, shelter them out of Ron's reach. If she couldn't earn absolution for her husband's shortcomings, she'd buy it. Nick sighed. He couldn't let her do it again. It was that simple, and that complicated.

Furthermore, after Ron's last so-called loan - a substantial sum Nick had never seen a penny of returned - Nick had vowed not to lend him any more money. He would help Ron any other way he could, but the days of simply handing money over to him to help assuage his own guilt for being the favorite son were a thing of the past. It hadn't been his fault that their father had showered Nick with attention and praise and that Ron had essentially been a forgotten child. No, not forgotten, Nick realized. More like ignored. But no matter how many times Nick tried to tell himself that his father's partiality wasn't his fault, there still remained a little part of him that couldn't be convinced, that held on to the guilt.

So here he sat in the hotel lobby of one of Atlanta's premiere hotels to attend a sex-toy trade show and charm Desiree Moon, the Howard Stern of the online sex-toy world. The woman who, with her acid-tongued reviews of Ron's products, had slowly but surely run his brother's first semi-lucrative business into the ground. The only way to save the business was to discredit her as a critic. For reasons which escaped Nick, Ron suspected her of being a fraud, of lying about her expertise.

That's where Nick came in. He would spy on her, gather the necessary information to prove Ron's theory, and Ron would out her to the adult-toy world. Ron's business would rebound, thus - since Nick had absolutely refused to bail him out of another deal gone sour - Ron wouldn't approach their mother for help.

Though pride would never allow Abigail Devereau to admit it, her funds were in serious trouble from previous Ron-bail-outs and they simply couldn't withstand another handout of this magnitude. Nick knew that she'd do it anyway. She always had. That had been her way of dealing with their father's lack of attention to his youngest son. His mother had overcompensated, showering Ron with love, with gifts, with whatever she could in order to fill the void of his father's inattention. Sadly, the money would be gone before she'd run out of guilt.

So Nick had stepped in to prevent that from happening - he owed his mother too much. Though she wouldn't allow him to manage her funds - the result of Ron's interference - he still couldn't permit her to essentially commit financial suicide.

Nick wasn't absolutely certain that Ron would go to their mother, but the threat had been enough to keep Nick from calling Ron's bluff. Had been enough to propel Nick to help him. Furthermore, though he didn't always understand him, Nick loved Ron and longed for a closer relationship with him.

Besides, there was something distinctly distasteful about his mother's retirement money being used to produce and market sex toys. It was unnatural.

Just like the damned toys.


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Meet the Author

Rhonda can't remember when she hasn't had her nose buried in a book, and most likely, her husband can't, either. Though she took several creative writing courses in college, she never considered a career in writing until her mother pointed out—as mothers are everlastingly wont to do—that she should give it a try. Thus, after giving up her dream of becoming an intergalactic princess or a mermaid—it was a toss-up because both are so cool—an author was born! (Thank you, Momma.)

Rhonda married her very own hero many moons ago, and she and her family make their home in a small town in northern Alabama. Between volunteering at her children's school (she's practicing a new word called "no") and the typical glamorous duties of a domestic goddess (does it ever end?), she escapes into her office where it's safe to talk to the voices in her head, to tell their stories, and hopefully to entertain her readers. If you like a little giggle amid the sizzle, then her books just might be for you.

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harstan More than 1 year ago
Attorney Nick Deveraux hates his brother¿s plan because he feels it is sneaky going against his personal ethics. If Desiree Moon has acted libelelous towards Ron¿s Internet company, Guilty Pleasures, Nick prefers suing. However, Ron plays his only hand using their mother as blackmail. Nick knows that Ron has no compunctions to ¿borrow¿ from their widowed mom who cannot absorb another assault on her finances. Thus Nick is in a hotel ready prove on-line sex critic Desiree Moon is a fraud. Meg Sugarbaker has no idea how a chef at Atlanta¿s exclusive Renaud became a sex expert writing about gadgets for the Emagazine Foreplay when she cannot get a date. When Nick and Meg meet in the hotel sparks fly. However, as they fall in love and he becomes her ¿boy toy¿ testing devices, he knows he will have to somehow reveal the truth about his sibling, but hopes that he does not have to choose between his beloved and his loved ones. JUST TOYING AROUND is an exciting contemporary romance starring two delectable lead characters whose antics are fun, eminently refined when they employ sex gadgetry. Ron is a loser and his blackmailing Nick to do his bidding seems a stretch to accept especially since readers will see just how ethical one is and how sleazy the other is. Still fans will enjoy JUST TOYING AROUND, but should be forewarned that these are professional charcaters trained to use the gadgets so test the toys on him (not yourself) first in case you obtain one manufactured by Ron. Harriet Klausner