Not Another Blind Date...: Skin Deep / Hold On / Ex Marks the Spot

Not Another Blind Date...: Skin Deep / Hold On / Ex Marks the Spot

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by Janelle Denison, Leslie Kelly, Jo Leigh

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These Valentine's Day dates have all the markings of blind-date disaster! Or do they?

Skin Deep by Janelle Denison

Who says nice girls can't have fun? And Jayne does—dirty dancing and a lot more!—with a hot bad boy one night. Still, it was a onetime thing. Really! But when she's set up on a blind date with her…  See more details below


These Valentine's Day dates have all the markings of blind-date disaster! Or do they?

Skin Deep by Janelle Denison

Who says nice girls can't have fun? And Jayne does—dirty dancing and a lot more!—with a hot bad boy one night. Still, it was a onetime thing. Really! But when she's set up on a blind date with her sexy stranger, she realizes Cupid must have other ideas….

Hold On by Leslie Kelly

Shy Sarah Holt has a bad case of unrequited lust. She's hopelessly enamored with a client—sexy Steve Wilshire. So, when she gets the chance to impersonate the very kissable doctor's blind date, she takes it….and has the most torrid night of her sheltered life. But will Steve still be "holding on" when the truth comes out?

Ex Marks the Spot by Jo Leigh

Oh, no. Paige Callahan just got set up on a blind date—arranged by her ex-boyfriend! But potential catastrophe turns into flirty fun—and then some!—when she meets sexy, very wealthy Noah Hastings.

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Sex with a stranger was a fantasy Jayne Young had often entertained in her mind while she lay in bed at night, but she never in her wildest dreams would have believed that such a fanciful illusion would ever become reality.

She'd always been a quintessential good girl who took things slowly with a guy, and she'd never been tempted to indulge in a one-night stand with any man she'd dated. Yet here she was, allowing a gorgeous, smoldering hot pirate she'd met only a few hours ago to lead her away from the crush of people packed into the nightclub—all of whom were dressed in various costumes for Halloween—to somewhere more secluded where they could be alone and finally give in to the lust that had been simmering between them since the moment their gazes had met from across the room.

In a club full of scantily clad costumed women, she'd been surprised that he'd singled her out. With a slow, dev-astatingly sexy smile on his lips, he'd strolled toward her, a dashing figure in a billowing white cotton shirt that was halfway unbuttoned and gave every woman in the place a glimpse of his well-defined chest and washboard abs. Tight black breeches molded to his lean hips and hard, muscular thighs, and a royal blue sash cinched his waist.

He'd completed the look of a rogue with his tousled dark brown hair, and a black patch covering one eye. The other was a piercing shade of blue that made her heart flutter in her chest and raised the level of awareness thrumming through her veins.

Stopping before her, he'd executed a gallant, charming bow, his manner reminiscent of Orlando Bloom in The Pirates of The Caribbean. "You must be Jane."

That he knew her name had initially startled her, until she realized he was referring to the formfitting, one-shouldered, leopard print mini dress her best friend Dar-cie, had coaxed her into wearing in hopes of bringing out Jayne's wilder side for the evening. The sexy costume, complete with four-inch leopard print heels and a necklace of faux tiger teeth, had been an amusing and deliberate twist on her own name.

Darcie had glammed up her hair and make-up in hopes that Plain Jayne would find her Tarzan at the club. But even though her character's counter part was nowhere to be found, Jayne was sure her friend would be thrilled to know her efforts to transform Jayne had attracted such a smoking-hot hunk.

"I am Jayne," she replied, raising her voice above the loud music. It didn't matter that he believed she was playing a role—in fact, she preferred it that way. In this sexually charged environment, dressed so provocatively and way outside her personal comfort zone, she liked the fact that she was able to maintain her anonymity.

He straightened, then inclined his head and offered his hand in a sweeping gesture. "Care to take a whirl on the dance floor with a swashbuckling pirate?" he drawled.

She found his attempt to persuade her irresistible, and the seductive look on his handsome face triggered a jolt of excitement unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Since Darcie had been enticed out onto the dance floor by a vampire, Jayne figured she might as well have some fun, too.

Exhaling a deep breath, she placed her hand in his. "I'd love to join you."

He gave her a flirtatious grin that made her stomach do a little flip, then led her into the throng of costumed revelers who were dancing without inhibition or modesty—a brash and bold attitude that Jayne didn't have much experience with. The atmosphere was electric, and for the first time in her life she threw caution, and her more reserved nature, aside and let herself enjoy the inviting beat of the music, and the pirate who'd picked her out of all the other women in the club.

It didn't take her long to get drawn into the suggestive scene around her, and since she didn't know anyone at the club other than Darcie, it was easy to relax and let loose. The next few hours were filled with heated looks and subtle touches between her and her pirate. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and what started as an instant attraction and flirtation quickly escalated to something hotter, sexier and oh-so-arousing.

The press of people forced her into close proximity with her hunk, not that she minded, and when she faltered on her too-high heels he caught her around the waist and brought her flush against him, searing her with the heat and strength of his body imprinting her breasts, her belly, her thighs.

That's when everything between them changed. With their hips pressed so intimately together, she could feel the hard length of him, could see the desire gleaming in his one dark blue eye. For her. A reckless thrill raced through her, and for what seemed like forever they stared at one another while everyone else continued to dance around them. Then his hungry, searing gaze dropped to her mouth.

Breathless with anticipation, her lips parted, and she dampened them with her tongue. That seemed to be the only invitation he needed to lower his head and kiss her…and she didn't even try to stop him. His lips were warm and soft and persuasive, seducing not only her mouth, but her senses. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling sensuously with hers, while one of his hands drifted over the curve of her bottom to haul her even closer. A hard thigh slid between hers, and his hips moved against hers in their own private dance—a slow, deliberate gyration that caused a pulsing, throbbing heat to settle between her legs.

She should have been mortified that she was acting so wanton in public, but she couldn't bring herself to care, not when he kissed her like a man who was dying of thirst and she was a tall, cool glass of water he couldn't get enough of. She'd never felt so desirable, had never experienced such an all-consuming sexual need.

And, oh, God, she didn't want it to end.

Too soon, he broke their potent kiss, and they were both breathing hard when he lifted his head, his gaze capturing hers in the flash of bright, colorful lights the deejay had aimed toward the dance floor. A silent, mutual acknowledgment passed between them—a bold, sexual invitation from him, and a too-easy acceptance from her.

He grabbed her hand and took charge, and she followed him as he navigated the crowd and the club, knowing that every smoldering look, every tempting touch and their deliciously drugging kiss had been building up to what they were about to do. She'd expected him to lead her down to the first floor of the club and outside somewhere, but instead he veered toward a door marked "emergency stairwell" and pulled her inside.

The door shut after them, enclosing them in a dim area that was as secluded as they were going to get for their hot, quick tryst. She had the fleeting thought that he probably did this kind of thing all the time, then immediately shoved the notion from her mind because right now, it didn't matter. Not when she was so turned on and aching for the kind of relief he could provide.

It had been a few years since she'd been with a flesh and blood man, and even then the sex had been lukewarm and nothing like the heat that was pooling in her belly and spreading like wildfire through her limbs. While she had zero experience with one-night stands, she was feeling impulsive and daring enough to let this incredibly hot guy have his way with her.

Darcie would be so proud of her for finally breaking free of the too-modest values that had been instilled in her from a young age and doing something outrageous to shake up her dull and boring love life. Having sex with a stranger in a darkened stairwell where the risk of getting caught was high was about as scandalous as she'd ever get.

With a sinful, I-can't-wait-to-have-you grin, he pressed her against the cool, concrete wall, then framed her face in his hands and locked his lips with hers and replaced every thought in her head with pure pleasure. Like the pirate he was, he plundered the depths of her mouth, using his tongue and teeth in erotic ways that made her moan and melt and primed her for so much more.

All around her, she could feel the loud pulse of the music rocking the nightclub, an encouraging beat that thrummed through her body and released something wild and wicked inside her. Determined to make the most of this onetime encounter, she slipped her hands into his unbuttoned shirt, his skin taut and blazing hot beneath the tips of her fingers. Her flattened palms boldly explored the hard, defined contours of his chest, and when her thumbs grazed his erect nipples he released a deep groan of approval that bolstered her confidence and gave her a sense of feminine empowerment.

As his mouth continued to devour hers, his hands moved, too, skimming down her neck and along her shoulders, leaving fire in the wake of his touch. His fingers caught the strap of her jungle-themed dress and tugged it down her arm to the crook of her elbow, then he pushed the cups of her strapless bra out of his way, as well. In the next instant, his mouth was on her bared breast, sucking hard, while his tongue flicked and swirled around her nipple.

Then she felt his hand between her widened legs, traveling up the inside of her thigh until he reached the elastic band of her panties. Undeterred, he slipped his fingers beneath the damp silk and stroked with such expertise and purpose that she raced quickly toward orgasm.

Pulling her breast deeper into his mouth, he increased the pressure on her clit, pushed a long finger inside her, and she plunged all ten of her fingers into his silky hair, her back arching and her breath hitching in her throat as her entire body convulsed in a shuddering orgasm.

He buried his face against her neck, the erotic brush of his breath against her skin arousing her all over again. "Jesus," he said in a voice that sounded like pure gravel. "I want you, but I don't have a condom."

Even though he'd just given her the most earth-shattering orgasm, she was still anxious to feel him inside her, and was eternally grateful that Darcie had tucked a condom into the small purse clipped to the leopard sash around her waist—in hopes that Jayne would get lucky. At the time, Jayne had humored her best friend, but as she retrieved the protection and handed it to her pirate she knew she owed Darcie a huge thank you.

The relief in her hunk's gaze spoke volumes. "You're amazing," he said, and kissed her lips again.

His compliment warmed her, spurred her, and she fumbled to open the top snap of his pants, then his zipper, to help him along. "Hurry, please."

"Impatient, too," he murmured with an amused chuckle, then groaned when she wrapped her fingers around his thick, impressive erection and gave it a squeeze.

He cursed beneath his breath and pushed her hand away so he could sheath himself. She took off her panties, unsure what to do with them until he grabbed them from her and tucked them into his pants pocket.

Suddenly, she was back against the concrete wall, his hands pushing up the skirt of her dress to her waist then hitching one of her knees over his hip. Both of his hands dropped to her backside, lifting her higher, until the broad tip of his rigid shaft found her entrance, teasing her with the promise of filling her completely.

Instinctively, she locked her ankles around his waist, and gasped in shock as he plunged inside her to the hilt. He was so large that the first thrust was almost painful, but as soon as he began to move, she softened around him and unadulterated pleasure began to vibrate through her in overwhelming waves.

She didn't think it was possible for her to have an orgasm during actual penetration, but this man and the skillful way he stroked deep inside her was proving her wrong. The slick length of him sliding in and out of her, the granite hardness of his body straining toward hers, the demanding passion of his kisses, all were designed to send her right over the edge.

Sex with him was raw and primitive, unleashing an equally untamed side of her she never knew she possessed. She welcomed every frenzied lunge, every rough, driving thrust that pushed her higher. Fast and furious had never felt so good. Feeling as though she was spiraling out of control, she clutched at his shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscles of his back as an irrepressible tension spiraled tighter and tighter inside her.

Like a dream-fueled fantasy, her mind fogged with lust and need, and she gave herself up to what her body was chasing. As soon as she started pulsating around him, he stepped up the pace even more, then released a low, guttural growl as he came, too.

"Wow," he murmured against her throat, and Jayne silently echoed his sentiment.

Long moments passed where they both tried to catch their breath, then he withdrew from her and she unlocked her ankles as he lowered her to the ground. The moment he stepped away from her, reality hit her like a slap in the face, and along with it came a heaping dose of embarrassment she could feel scorching her cheeks.

Self-conscious now, she looked away as she quickly pulled up the bodice of her jungle dress and tugged the skirt back into place. Now that their mutual itch had been scratched, she had no idea what to do or how to proceed, and he didn't seem inclined to dispel the awkwardness and uncertainty settling over her while he made some clothing adjustments of his own.

Jayne was smart enough to know that phenomenal sex did not equate to anything beyond this onetime fling, and the last thing she wanted to hear or face was a rejection from the hottest, sexiest man she'd ever been with.

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Meet the Author


Leslie Kelly has written dozens of books and novellas for Harlequin Blaze, Temptation and HQN. Known for her sparkling dialogue, fun characters and depth of emotion, her books have been honored with numerous awards.  Leslie lives in Maryland with her own romantic hero, Bruce, and their three daughters. Visit her online at

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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