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by Karen Anders

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When a quiz in a hot women's magazine reveals the secret truth about the kind of man she desires, Laurel Malone is not surprised. The ultimate bad boy has been her ultimate fantasy for a long time. Tired of denying herself the one guilty pleasure she's never had, Laurel's ready to manhandle the biggest, baddest guy she can find….

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When a quiz in a hot women's magazine reveals the secret truth about the kind of man she desires, Laurel Malone is not surprised. The ultimate bad boy has been her ultimate fantasy for a long time. Tired of denying herself the one guilty pleasure she's never had, Laurel's ready to manhandle the biggest, baddest guy she can find….

When stockbroker Mac Tolliver spots Laurel's answers to the “Who's Your Hottie?” quiz, he hopes a change of his attire, not to mention his attitude, will catch her eye. Satisfying the gorgeous, sexy woman quickly consumes him. Not to mention, how will he ever reveal who he really is? But then, maybe he won't have to…since Laurel's hiding a sexy secret of her very own!

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By Karen Anders

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
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ISBN: 0-373-79158-5

Chapter One

Pour the honey on him. Let it flow across his chest, down over his washboard abs and pool in his naval. Lap it up with your tongue and taste the golden sweetness. Stroking is an erotic sensation sure to give him slow, muscle-melting pleasure.

Honey is the nectar of the gods, the food of love, apply generously and go slooow....

"MISS MALONE, I'm afraid your father is going to be delayed. He apologizes." Laurel Malone's father's secretary, Lucy Sheridan, stood at the large double doors of her father's office, her lips pinched, and her eyes cold.

Laurel dropped the copy of SPICE magazine into her lap, the article describing the uses of aphrodisiacs to enhance sex forgotten. Chilled by the blunt, unfeeling sound of Lucy's voice, a voice that could wilt a flower like a killing frost, Laurel shifted. Lucy was just one more unpleasant aspect of her father's multimillion dollar Wall Street brokerage house, a longtime fixture in upper Manhattan. She hated this place. This empty, dead place where people moved around like automatons.

With an irritable flick of her wrist, she sent the ends of her long black hair over her shoulder.

She closed her eyes to collect her composure. She'd specifically asked her father to lunch, so that she could talk to him about her mother's memorial and his lack of interest in it.

Anne Wilks Malone had been a driving force behind the large art deco collection that now was on exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. To honor her mother, Laurel had come up with the idea of holding an auction in her mother's name and donate the proceeds to the Met. It seemed a fitting way to celebrate her mother's anniversary.

The auction would be held two short weeks from now and they had lost their room at Christie's. The New York auction house had doubled-booked and so they were out of a place to host their event.

She needed his help and advice, but every time she'd tried to talk to him, he put her off or sidestepped the discussion. He couldn't possibly be avoiding the subject - no, that couldn't be it. He'd worshipped her mother and would want an update as to the progress of the preparations for the charity auction of art deco pieces.

With a practiced voice devoid of annoyance, she replied. "That's fine. I'll wait."

Her father's very efficient personal assistant nodded and closed the heavy oak door to her father's plush office.

Anticipating her father's somewhat unpredictable schedule, she'd brought the latest issue of SPICE magazine.

Laurel tried to focus on the words, but decided to wait and read the rest of the article at home later in a more comfortable environment. Contemplating what she could do to a man with honey was best done in private.

The auction and her father's reluctance to help weren't the only things on her mind. Annoyance snapped through her like currents of dangerous electricity.

She grabbed up the magazine and turned the pages with short, choppy movements.

Calm, cool, collected, she heard her mother's soft voice in her head. A lady always acts professional.

But Laurel couldn't help her anger, even as she slowed her movements and tried to, at least, act calm. She'd only been a senior analyst at Waterford Scott for one month and now Mr. Herman was making noises about taking the Spegelman account away and giving it to Mark Dalton, the once pleasant Mark Dalton who now looked at her like she was a sneaky backstabber.

She couldn't understand why he was getting the big account. Mr. Herman's excuse was that her job needed to be pared down so that she could focus on her other more demanding clients, but it didn't ring true for Laurel. She was on the fast track to make partner, and she couldn't see how taking a big client away from her was going to make her a better analyst. It didn't make sense to her.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Worrying about it now would only give her heartburn. Let it go, she told herself as she looked down at her open magazine. Her sister-in- law Haley, editor of SPICE, sure knew how to pick the men she showcased in her magazine. In advance of the quickly approaching summer, this issue had numerous guys sprawled in the sand, over a surfboard, and one fine example standing underneath an outside shower. Hoo boy!

She'd been working long hours ever since she'd gotten the promotion. It had been too long since she'd felt the wonderful touch of a man's mouth moving oh-so-slowly across her aching flesh. Too long since she'd felt the exquisite weight and warmth of a hard body covering hers, the sleek stroke and special friction of a man sliding deep in a grinding rhythm. No sex toy could duplicate those wonderful, erotic sensations. She longed for a carnal link with a real-live man.

Another bone of contention with her father. He was very vocal about the kind of men she dated. Even though she was twenty-eight years old, her father continued to try to control her life and, for the most part, Laurel let him. His influence had increased since her mother had died a year ago.

She did value his advice and knew that he had her best interests at heart. So she'd caved when he thought that accounting would suit her. She'd also caved in accepting the lucrative job at Waterford Scott, one of the big five accounting firms in the United States.

She had had her little rebellions, too, such as, the SoHo brownstone when he wanted her in upper Manhattan in one of the posh neighborhoods, and her refusal when he offered to manage her mother's trust.

Her father wanted her to settle down and get married to a respectable, normal guy. It's not that Laurel didn't want that, she did. It was her father's determination that the guy be someone who worked in this mausoleum - boring, unappealing, and dedicated to fulfilling all her father's wishes, that irked her. She wanted a man who'd stand up to her father and fulfill all her wishes. Her father's will was formidable and she suspected she'd end up with exactly the kind of guy her father wanted for her. Then her life would be drab and staid just like his office.

She sighed. She was being overdramatic today and shook off the mood. She continued to flip through the pages until she came across the section that usually showcased the SPICE quiz. A little frisson of excitement sizzled through her.

The title read Who's Your Hottie? Some women prefer a man in uniform, others a man straddling a Harley. What kind of man turns you on? Take the SPICE quiz and see who lights your fire. Laurel looked at her watch and then down at the quiz. Her father would probably be at least another fifteen minutes, and she wasn't going to stew about losing an important client until it actually happened. Besides, it would be fun to see who she might enjoy spending some carnal time with.


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Meet the Author

Karen was a bibliophile at a young age. While other children were dragging around well-worn and well-loved blankets and teddy bears, Karen was dragging around books. In all shapes, sizes, and colors, they were her constant companions. It's no wonder that she is now writing her own books.

Karen read her first romance novel, the The Princess Bride by William Goldman, in high school. After reading about Buttercup and her love Karen was hooked, and moved on to The Sheik, a well-worn copy that was given to her by her Valentino-loving grandmother. These books opened up the world of true love to Karen, bringing with it all the excitement, joy, and heartache contained in the human heart. Karen found out that romance writers know how to make love grow.

Coming from the conservative state of Vermont, it surprised Karen that she loved creating hot, sexy heroes, and the strong women who tame them. But beneath all that conservatism beat the heart of a true rebel! Karen has escaped to culturally diverse Northern Virginia and is doing her best to raise two daughters, each a rebel in their own right. Between her roles as an administrative assistant for a university dean and single working mother, it's an adventure for Karen to find time to get in a few hours of writing amidst the mundane chores and reigning chaos of everyday life.

Karen asks readers to hook themselves to her bandwagon and hopes they enjoy reading her stories as much as she enjoys writing them. But she suggests you don't drag them around--it's murder on the covers.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
##Loved this book. It was fun and sexy, my favorite combination. The hero and heroine were both tremendous. I loved the way they got to know eachother, a lot of dates, a lot of talking. Of course they were also hot for eachother! Most books, the h/h meet and are in love after one conversation. Great read!
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harstan More than 1 year ago
Financial analyst Laurel Malone has a strict rile that she will never date anyone from her father¿s Wall St. brokerage. Laurel fills out a magazine¿s questionnaire on the type of male she desires, but upon completing the test she leaves the magazine behind. Stockbroker Ted Tolliver III, who desires Laurel, picks it up to learn the type of male that she wants..................... Tired of being the good daughter, Laurel wants a fling with a bad dude, but with her doing the manhandling. Mac changes his attire from suit to biker because he plans to make it with Laurel. He also acts like he owns the world with no cares. However, as they fall in love, he wonders how to tell her that he is really a stockbroker working for her father........................ Kind of reminiscent of Steve Gutenberg¿s role in The Boyfriend School (without his health problems), this is a fun lighthearted hot blooded masquerade tale. The lead duet is an interesting match-up because Mac wonders if Laurel fell in love with someone who is not real or did she see deep past the biker shell to his soul. Though the disguising of Mac seems to take too long to unravel, contemporary fans will want to read Laurel¿s heated MANHANDLING of her beloved biker and her broker.............................. Harriet Klausner