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Up to No Good

Up to No Good

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by Julie Leto

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She needs to escape into fantasy. He needs to learn to lose control. Little do they dream that a book of sensual invitations will give them both exactly what they need...

After years on the streets as a runaway, Micki Carmichael suddenly has more than she ever wanted. She's saved her best friend's life, reconnected with her twin sister and is now the proud


She needs to escape into fantasy. He needs to learn to lose control. Little do they dream that a book of sensual invitations will give them both exactly what they need...

After years on the streets as a runaway, Micki Carmichael suddenly has more than she ever wanted. She's saved her best friend's life, reconnected with her twin sister and is now the proud owner of Sexcapades, a book of naughty, sexy invitations for lovers. Better still, she also has gorgeous multimillionaire Sebastian Stone all to herself for seven days. He's offering to make all her dreams come true--and from the look in his eyes, it's the X-rated ones he's talking about....

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Up To No Good

By Julie Leto

Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.

Copyright © 2003 Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.
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ISBN: 0373791046

Chapter One

"Tell me your most secret fantasy."

Micki Carmichael swiveled in the surprisingly plush leather seat, nearly sloshing the contents of her complimentary orange juice over the sides of the cut-crystal glass. She'd never flown in first class before. She'd never been on an airplane, period. Made sense she'd be nervous, right? Made sense that she'd jump like a red-handed pickpocket when her friend Danielle, whom she'd thought had zonked out the minute she'd buckled her seat belt ten minutes ago, threw out such an intimate topic of conversation.

Secret fantasy? How about making it from takeoff to landing in one piece?

"Go to sleep, Danielle," Micki answered. "This is going to be a long flight."

Danielle pressed a button in the arm of her chair, extending a footrest hidden beneath the seat and lowering the backrest until she was nearly fully reclined. Micki imagined that before Danielle had run away from home, she'd traveled lots of times in first class. Even if Micki hadn't ditched her home with her grandmother, great aunt and twin sister ten years ago at age fifteen, she never could have afforded to fly in such luxury. The chair she would occupy for the next eight and a half hours was more comfortable than the moth-eaten mattress she'd recently called her bed.

"Oh, yeah. This is going to be a real chore to travel," Danielle said with a luxurious yawn. She peeked one eye open when the flight attendant approached with another tray of assorted juices and coffee. "Add some vodka to that O.J., would you?" she requested.

Micki instantly held up her hand. "She'll take it straight, thanks."

"The vodka?" the flight attendant asked, eyeing Danielle warily.

Micki chuckled. No doubt, Danielle would have preferred only the vodka, but with Micki as her designated watchdog, she'd have to make do with the orange stuff alone. "No, the juice. Thanks."

Surprisingly, Danielle didn't argue or even throw a rancid look her way. Instead, she smiled politely and accepted the glass from the flight attendant, then immediately placed it, unsipped, on Micki's tray. Mumbling, Danielle unhooked her seat belt so she could dig through the bag she'd stored at her feet, rising triumphantly when she extracted a collection of papers haphazardly bundled together. She shuffled through them, pulled one out by its frayed edges, scanned it, then tossed it beside her drink.

"Read it," Danielle ordered.

Micki complied. "This is your birth certificate."

"Yes. And if you'll make note of the line near the center, you will see that you are not my mother."

Micki shook her head. Her pal was notorious for going to great lengths to prove a point. Unfortunately, she had forgotten one important detail.

"And if you'll look at the line near the top, you'll see that you're not yet twenty-one."



End of discussion. They dissolved into snickers and chuckles, which only got worse when the flight attendant walked by again, a little pale after hearing their earthy exchange. God help the strangers who tried to understand the dynamic between Micki and Danielle. Hell, they didn't even understand it. When they'd met five years ago, the differences between them had been so pronounced, Micki couldn't remember why or how she'd hooked up with the kid. Danielle had been fifteen, Micki twenty. Though they'd both lived on the streets of Chicago, Micki had been close to kicking her bad habits and working up her courage to attempt a reconciliation with her family. Danielle, on the other hand, had just escaped her parents, a rich Michigan couple completely out of touch with their daughter. Micki had had a hard time understanding why Danielle had bolted from a house that sported two swimming pools and a full staff, but figured Danielle had had her reasons as much as Micki'd once had hers.

While Micki knew that the unique friendship had kept her on the streets longer than she'd planned, looking out for Danielle had also kept her on the straight and narrow. And so far their connection had also kept hardheaded Danielle out of a coffin. Micki never could have guessed that she'd morph into a guardian angel when, just ten years ago, she'd been just like Danielle - young, alone and on her own in a world that enjoyed chewing up and spitting out misguided teenagers searching for independence.

Independence. Micki rolled her eyes, then checked the seat belt again. Running away from home at fifteen had indeed put her on her own, but the word independence had taken on a whole new, more significant meaning now that she'd finally gone home - or at least, since she'd renewed contact with her twin, Rory. And with her twin's help, Micki now had a decent place to crash and a job lined up. For the first time in a decade, Micki could make choices based on her deepest desires, not on a basic need to remain alive. She could move into an apartment in order to explore new experiences and improve herself, not to escape mutant cockroaches or to avoid an angry landlord chasing her down for rent money she didn't have.

But as bright as the future seemed, Micki couldn't really focus on her tomorrows until she put her yesterdays to rest. First and most important - she needed to deliver Danielle to the care of her brother, the enigmatic venture capitalist, Sebastian Stone. He'd arranged for top-notch, professional care to address his sister's addictions. And he'd seemed more than willing to accept the responsibility for his sister's care.

According to Danielle, her much older brother had also run away from home, though Sebastian had done so by going to college at sixteen and becoming a millionaire in his own right before his twenty-first birthday. Micki couldn't understand how Danielle could idolize a brother she spoke with less than twice a year, but she did. The kid rarely respected anyone more than a minute older than she was. But it seemed if anyone could influence her friend to accept the help she needed, it was "Bastian," as Danielle called him - although according to her, everyone else simply called him "Bas."

Micki had had to move heaven and earth to get the man's phone number. She'd even gone as far as paying Mr. And Mrs. Stone an unexpected visit. When Danielle's parents had refused to intervene for their daughter, dismissing their child's addiction to cocaine as just a "phase," Micki had exploded. She'd pulled every bullying tactic out of her extensive arsenal, figuring William and Dorothy Stone would either call the cops or help Micki contact the brother. Since they feared scandal above all else, they'd given her the phone number and then had the butler politely escort her to the door.

Sebastian Stone had been in China when the call went through, yet only thirty minutes after she'd contacted Danielle's brother from a pay phone just outside of the ritzy Lansing neighborhood where he'd grown up, he'd sent a limousine to collect her.

Riding home to her sister's place in Chicago in the stretch Cadillac sure as hell had beat the bus. And when Micki had finally arrived at Rory's apartment where she'd left Danielle for safekeeping, Sebastian's attorney had been waiting for her with first-class tickets to Paris and instructions as to when and where to meet Bas.

Sebastian had even sent along a brochure of a beautiful rehabilitation facility in the countryside north of Paris and had included enough spending cash to break the bank. Not that she needed it. Micki could make do with very little, but money had been Danielle's downfall, even after she'd run away. One trip home with a sob story, and the Stones took their daughter back into their mansion, dressed her in designer clothes and ignored whatever troubles had led her to the streets in the first place. Usually less than two weeks later, Danielle had turned back to the streets in Chicago, armed with a wad of cash swiped from her parents' safe or with bounty from a trip to the pawn shop with Mommy's diamond bracelet. Each and every time, she'd steal enough to live on, with plenty left so Danielle could get high, no matter how Micki begged, threatened and bullied her friend to stop.


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Meet the Author

USA TODAY bestselling author Julie Elizabeth Leto started her career at Harlequin in 1998 and has since sold over twenty projects for the Signature, Blaze and Temptation lines. Lucky to win a few awards in her career, Julie rates the two she's received from the readers at eHarlequin.com as her favorites--"Steamiest Book of the Year" for her launch Blaze title, Exposed and "Most Passionate Pick" for her Temptation book, What's Your Pleasure? A Florida native, Julie lives in Tampa with her husband, daughter and a very spoiled dachshund and can often be found visiting with readers in Community. You can find out more about Julie, including information on the mainstream action-adventure novels she writes for Simon & Schuster, by visiting her web site.

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Leto gives us the second tale of two about twins: women with the same face, but inside they are opposites. In June 2003, # 92 Blaze¿s - LOOKING FOR TROUBLE, we met the first side of the mirror in Rory Carmichael. She was the 'nice girl' who wanted to shake loose from that image and find all the thrills of being just a wee bit wicked. She also wanted to find her long lost twin sister, Micki, who ran away when she was fifteen. In UP TO NO GOOD, August 2003 Blaze¿s #100, we take that turn of the screw and meet the 'bad girl' sister who would like to be oh so good! Now the proud possessor of the Sexcapades book - a gift from Rory - Micki holds the key to make her fantasies come true. The book worked to help Rory find Mr. Right, so she hopes it will carry on and bring her sister the same magic. It's a special book, sort of a Aladdin¿s Lamp of 1001 adventures guarantee to spice up any romance. Each adventure is on a perforated page so you can tear them out and present them to your lover. You won't know precisely what the sexual fantasy is, because each one is sealed and you are not to open it until you are ready to use them, this way maintaining the spontaneity. Micki is a brassy, very down to earth woman who has faced the world and its harsh realities on her own. Unable to endure the oppressive restrictions of being raised by her strict grandmother, she fled small town life and the overbearing guardian, leaving her twin, Rory, behind at the age of fifteen. Now 10 years later they reunite. Rory gives her a place to crash and a chance at a good job. Micki wants to face a bright future for a change instead of just struggling to survive, but first, she must put her past in order. Soon after running away, Micki hooked up with a teen on the street, Danielle, and this young woman filled that hole in her life, taking the place of Rory. Danielle kept Micki grounded; Micki kept Danielle alive through fighting the girls addictions. Micki is delivering Danielle to Sebastian Stone in Paris. The multimillionaire is more than willing to accept care of his sister, Danielle, see she gets good doctors in hopes of kicking her drug habits. Danielle's much older brother also ran away from home, but instead of living a harsh existence as Micki did, he went to College at 16 and by his 21st birthday was a millionaire in his own right! Danielle's very rich parents had time and again washed their hands on the druggie daughter. When Micki found Danielle overdosed again, she rushes her to hospital. The doctor advises that unless Danielle get intensive care, she would be dead before reaching her 21st birthday. In desperation, Micki contacted Sebastian, who agrees to step in to help his younger sister. Though Micki loves Danielle's, she is tired of playing guardian angel, and just wishes to 'play', and sexy Sebastian suits her fantasies completely. Only, Sebastian is a control freak, right down to simple nervous gestures - he does not make them because they were a waste of time. Micki's secret dreams is about a lord of the castle and the lady who finds her own strengths and captures him, but could she cast the uptight Bastian in that role and ever hope to hold him? She is deeply attracted to him, but she knows he was 'out of her league', a rich man's son who had faced the world and grown ever richer. But with a couple of pages from Sexcapades anything is possible! Leto once again skates on that red-hot edge, delivering up a tale of very realistic people with strong emotions that sets her far ahead of the pack of other series romance writers and proves she is a force! So grab up a nice tall cold drink and enjoy Leto¿s sizzle and sparkle. I think Leto needs to write Sexcapdes for real and sell it, certain to be a bestseller and make her a tidy fortune!