Xxx Marks The Spot

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One week. One list.
One very hot vacation....

Springing for an impromptu getaway with her two best girlfriends wasn't entirely a selfless act on Kennedy James's part. Sure, she wanted to help Lisa get over her cheating ex-husband, and Justine to quit obsessing about the ticking of her biological clock. But Kennedy had her own raging libido in mind when she booked their trip to a southeast coast golf resort. What could be more fun than a week in...

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Overview

One week. One list.
One very hot vacation....

Springing for an impromptu getaway with her two best girlfriends wasn't entirely a selfless act on Kennedy James's part. Sure, she wanted to help Lisa get over her cheating ex-husband, and Justine to quit obsessing about the ticking of her biological clock. But Kennedy had her own raging libido in mind when she booked their trip to a southeast coast golf resort. What could be more fun than a week in a beach paradise surrounded by wealthy, eligible, and smokingly sexy men? What about an X-rated scavenger hunt? Kennedy's cooked up a checklist to die for: Your date's boxers...Sex in a limo...Skinny-dipping with him...A shooter he slurps from your belly button....and more wickedly erotic adventures sure to blissfully obliterate their heartaches back home in Seattle. The first one among their try-anything trio to complete the list is the winner -- but in sexcapades this uninhibited, you just might bag a prize even bigger and more irresistible than you ever dreamed...with a lover who knows just the right spot for unleashing sensations not even these daring huntresses have experienced.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416532743
  • Publisher: Gallery Books
  • Publication date: 4/1/2008
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 240
  • Product dimensions: 0.55 (w) x 5.50 (h) x 8.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Kathleen Lawless is a pseudonym. The author of A Hard Man to Love and three other erotic romances from Pocket Books, she finds her inspiration on the beaches of British Columbia. She believes chocolate and red wine are basic food groups and knows firsthand that oysters are a natural aphrodisiac.

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Chapter One

"Remember girls," Kennedy said as she led her two friends through the clubhouse to the bar, "tonight is just for practice. Our sexcapades don't officially start until tomorrow."

"Midnight or daybreak?" Justine asked.

Lisa smiled. Typical Justine-like question; her friend had voiced dozens ever since their plane landed on Walker Hook and Kennedy presented them with this irresistible challenge.

Lisa, normally the quietest of the three, was determined to show her friends that she could play as wild as they could.

"Your interpretation of tomorrow," Kennedy said as she wangled a spot for the three of them at the bar before she scampered off.

"Gotta admire her style," Justine said as their vivacious, redheaded friend lost no time in becoming the center of attention among a group of male golfers. "When I see her like this I wonder, is she for real? Or just so deep into her public relations persona that Kennedy ceases to exist?"

"I doubt even Kennedy knows the answer to that one," Lisa said.

"I have all the answers." Kennedy squidged in between them and linked an arm around each of their shoulders. "Smile. The long, tall Texan's taking our picture. He's calling us the blonde, the brunette, and the redhead."

Lisa turned her attention to the man with the camera. Very yummy. "Think it's true what they say about Texas?"

"That everything's bigger? I sure hope to find out." With a quick kiss to the cheek of each of her friends, Kennedy scampered back to her waiting fans.

"You know she'll win. This is her kind of game." Lisa slipped her hand into her skirt pocket and fingered the folds of the sexcapades hunt Kennedy had distributed upon their arrival at the luxurious private villa where they were staying on the island.

"Kennedy went to a lot of trouble to surprise us with this vacation and invent an excuse to behave outrageously. And she did it because she loves us."

"I know," Lisa said. "I'm just freaking at the thought of even kissing someone new, never mind anything else. It might be easier to get my wallet out right now."

"I don't know about you." Justine ran a hand through her thick chestnut curls that Lisa, with her fine, straight blonde hair, had always envied. "But I fully intend to give Kennedy a run for her money."

"Me too," Lisa said quickly. Whoever lost paid their bar tab for the week.

How hard can it be? Lisa chided herself. I used to be a first-class flirt. Just because I married a loser doesn't mean I've forgotten how to attract a man.

"Time to troll. Wish me luck." She navigated her way through the room, pleased to see more than one man giving her the bar-code. They're probably all married and looking for a quick, easy diversion.

Stop that, she told herself. Not all men cheat.

Suddenly the meet-market atmosphere of the bar became stifling and she stepped out onto the wraparound veranda. It was blessedly quiet, and the balmy warmth felt good compared to Seattle's typical soggy spring. She breathed the tropical air, heavy with the scent of magnolias. In the background, the rhythmic chirping of the watering system did its part to keep the golf course lush and green.

"A pretty lady without a flower is a crime against nature," said a deep masculine voice from the shadows. The voice's owner stepped forward and presented her with a lily. "Please allow me to right that wrong."

Not knowing what else to do, Lisa took the flower and buried her nose in its center. "Thank you." She gave her companion a covert once-over. Nice-looking without being flashy. Dark hair, dark eyes, a cute dimple. "Does that line usually get results?"

"I wouldn't know; I've never used it before." He was dressed in the golfer's uniform: crisply pressed pants in a tasteful neutral with a matching, discreetly logo'd golf shirt.

"I'm Rich," her companion said, extending a hand her way. Before she could offer him hers, he brushed her cheek with his fingertips. "You have pollen on your face."

"Oh." Lisa didn't know what to say or where to look. Her face was burning and it took every ounce of self-preservation not to grab his hand and hold it against her cheek.

It's natural to want to jump from one relationship to another, her counselor's words rang in her head. But it's not smart. Take the time to explore yourself. To learn about Lisa.

"Rich. Is that your name or a financial summary?"

His smile lit up his eyes and made him even more attractive. "Better make that Richard. I'm not used to following a beautiful but sad-looking woman to see if I can make her laugh."

Lisa stiffened. "I'm not sad. I'm on vacation."

"I was watching you earlier. You hide it well, but there's a faint shadow behind your smile."

Before she fully digested the fact that he'd been watching her, a second man stuck his head out the door. "Hey, Rich. Early tee time tomorrow. You coming?"

"Be right there." He turned to Lisa. "I hope to see you again. Maybe next time you'll tell me your name."

"It's Lisa," she called after him.

Tucking the flower behind her ear, she turned and went back inside.

Justine raised her brow at the sight of the lily. "A conquest so soon?"

"Perhaps." Lisa glanced quickly around the bar but Richard was nowhere in sight.

"I think the time change is getting to me." Justine slid off the stool and jangled the car keys. "You ready to go?"

"I guess. Where's Kennedy?"

Justine cocked her head to where Kennedy's shiny red head was tilted against her Texan. "It appears she's having a practice round. I need my beauty sleep to be in fighting form."

Outside the clubhouse, Lisa slid into the passenger seat of their rented Jag convertible. "You never said much about when you and Mr. Married split up."

Justine shrugged. "You were going through your own stuff with Les. My problems seemed petty in comparison."

"Nothing about supporting a friend is ever petty."

"Lisa, he was married. You were always pretty vocal concerning your view on men who cheat."

"Oh." Yes, she'd struggled with Les's infidelity. For some reason, it had been harder to accept than his death. She laid a hand on Justine's arm, forcing her friend to look at her. "Did you know he was married, or did he lie to you?"

Justine's lips thinned. "I knew he was married; and yes, he lied. He said they were estranged. He was leaving. They weren't sleeping together."

"None of which was true, I take it?"

"When his wife got pregnant, he didn't even have the decency to tell me. Someone else did." Her eyes were shiny as she blinked furiously. "He knew I wanted to have a baby and was just waiting for him to be free. More fool me. But I'm glad to be here."

"Me too," Lisa said. "This is going to be a whole lot of fun."

Justine started the ignition and the car's headlights came on, illuminating Kennedy as she broke out of a very tight clinch and tossed a tiny wave to her disappointed suitor before sashaying toward the car.

"What happened?" Lisa flipped the seat forward so Kennedy could climb in the back.

"Bad kisser," Kennedy said, running her fingers through her shoulder-length hair, fluffing back its bounce.

"How bad?" Justine asked.

"Let's just say I think my tonsils drowned."

"EEEEWWWW!"

"If I don't want that mouth on mine, I sure don't want it anyplace else," Kennedy said. "He used his tongue like a battering ram." She pulled out a mirror and lipstick and inspected the damage. "How about you two?"

"We're not quite as quick off the mark as you are," Justine said. "Do you think there's anything to eat at the villa?"

"We'll get Miles to make us something."

"Welcome back, darlings," Miles sang out as they tumbled into the villa, arm-in-arm.

"Oh, good. You're still up." Kennedy tossed her bag on the couch, sparing the barest glance at their surroundings. The girls had oohed and aahed when they first arrived, forcing Kennedy to take a second look — at her life, as well as her surroundings. She was accustomed to the best, along with someone who provided it. What fun to share with the others things she took for granted, like this luxury villa with a private swimming pool and live-in butler.

She was spoiled, but why have it any other way? Her thoughts darkened. Except for work. All those nubile twenty-somethings the agency had hired lately were making her feel old and tired, and she didn't enjoy the feeling.

"So..." Miles said expectantly. "I'm waiting to live vicariously through all of you, so spill. I prepared a little midnight snack."

"You're a marvel," Kennedy said. "Will you marry me?"

"Kennedy, love, not even if I preferred women over men would I marry you. You'd break my heart a million times."

"You're right," Kennedy said. "I'm not the settling down type. Much better you and I stay friends."

"There isn't much to tell." Justine pounced on the plate of bruschetta. "Kennedy picked up some guy from Texas who didn't understand that saliva is a condiment, not a main course. And some dude hit on Lisa with the 'pretty lady, pretty flower' line."

"Try the ceviche," Miles said. "I just made it."

"Out of this world," Lisa said.

"Is there any champagne left?" Kennedy asked.

"If there isn't, we'll open more."

Four glasses were quickly filled and raised together in a toast. "To the hunt for Ted October," the girls sang out in unison.

"And to Miles, for agreeing to keep score," Kennedy added.

"Anything for you, darling. You were my favorite of all Mr. Macho's dates."

Kennedy batted her lashes. "Shucks, I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Only the ones who are nice to me. Now tell me, why Ted October?"

"There was this hunk calendar we all had. Mr. October was the hunkiest and had signed it Ted. It kind of became a moniker for Mr. Right."

"Surely that's not how you three met," Miles said.

"No," Justine said. "Once upon a time we were all dating men who golfed, and wound up taking golf lessons together."

"The men are history," Kennedy said airily. "The friendship stuck. And here we are, once more on the hunt for the perfect man."

The chime of the doorbell interrupted their banter, and Kennedy glanced over at Miles. "Expecting a little late-night booty call?"

"I wish." Miles put down his glass and headed for the door. "More likely a tipsy neighbor at the wrong villa. They all look pretty much the same in the dark."

He returned in seconds, trailing a colorful gauzy scarf through the air with an exaggerated flourish. Behind him, a dark-haired man filled the doorway.

"Kennedy, I believe this is yours?"

"It is," she cooed, eyes locked on the yummy raven-haired specimen of manhood behind Miles as she made her way to his side. "And I believe there is a reward for its safe return."

"Your beautiful smile is more than reward enough."

Kennedy gave a theatrical sigh. "A gentleman through and through. I insist you stay and share a glass of champagne with me and my friends, Mr.... ?"

"Sam Watson," he said with an easy smile.

"I'm Kennedy James, and these are my two best friends, Justine and Lisa. You met Miles at the door. How did you ever track me down?"

"I just missed you in the parking lot, but managed to follow you here. I was worried about the late hour, but since the lights were still on..." He didn't bother finishing his sentence.

"Most resourceful." Kennedy slowly circled him as if he wore a "for sale" sign. "Where are you staying?"

"Just down the road."

"And for how long?" Visual complete, she handed him a glass of champagne, leaning in close as she did so. A girl could tell a lot by a man's choice of fragrance and this one didn't disappoint, sporting a subtle blend of citrus and woods.

"I'll be in and out a fair amount over the next short while."

Kennedy smiled a secret smile. She'd been thinking the same thing, but not in the way he meant.

"Doesn't that interfere with the golf game?"

"It might," he said, looking down at her, the hint of a smile playing with his sexy lips. "If I were here to golf."

Her hormones kicked into overdrive, eager to suggest a few rounds of her favorite recreational activity.

"So you're not here on vacation," Kennedy said with a mock pout, pretending to straighten the collar of his shirt, letting her fingertips linger near his collarbone.

"Being here is all in a day's work for me."

She cocked her head. "What sort of work?"

"I'm a pilot."

"For one of the big airlines?"

"Nope. For whoever can afford me."

"Fascinating," Kennedy said. "I love planes."

He took the bait exactly the way she'd hoped. "I'd be happy to give you a tour through mine."

"I'd adore that." Kennedy set down her champagne glass. "Anything wrong with right now?"

"Not a thing."

His grin widened, suggesting perhaps she'd been playing into his hands, not the other way around, and a secret thrill shot through her at the challenge. "Night, girls and boy." Kennedy linked her arm through Sam's, conscious of his tautly muscled forearm and the way the heat of his skin ignited sparks of awareness in all the appropriate places.

She gave an approving sigh as he settled her into his Lamborghini, fastened her seat belt, then leaned in close to her. "We could skip the airport and go straight to my place."

"Sam Watson, what makes you think I'm that kind of girl?"

"Las Vegas, March 2005. You were with Jamir. I was your pilot."

"Oh."

"I was flying my old plane back then."

"In that case we should definitely go see your new plane."

"If you insist."

As Sam drove, Kennedy studied his profile in the lights from the dashboard. From a square-chiseled masculine jaw, to a nose too crooked to be considered pretty, to those full sexy lips, everything about him screamed confident and capable.

"Jamir was in a bad mood that weekend," she said finally.

"He hates to lose."

"Is that why he flew back alone?"

"I was having fun and wasn't ready to leave yet, so I didn't."

"He sent me back for you a few days later, but you weren't there."

She smiled sweetly. "I caught a different ride back."

"I can't express just how disappointed I was. I'd been looking forward to having you all to myself."

She leaned forward so her breasts lightly brushed his arm. "Careful what you wish for."

He flashed her a megawatt smile. "Now, what fun would careful be?"

Ignoring the temptation to glance at her travel clock, Justine rose and tugged a light silk robe over her short nightie before she left the villa. Judging from the ink-dark sky, it was still the wee hours.

Their villa backed onto the seventeenth hole and she found her way there barefoot, enjoying the sensation of cool, dew-dampened grass underfoot.

She knew perfectly well why she couldn't sleep. She was wracked by her own stupidity, and the fact that she was more her mother's daughter than she cared to admit.

Her mother had always been open about her love affair with the married man who disappeared the second he learned Justine was on the way, and Justine had sworn she'd never make that same mistake. The only bright spot was that she now understood her mother a little better. How easy to kid yourself that he loved you more, that he'd leave her one day. When her mother tried to force the issue by getting pregnant, that was the end of the man and the beginning of her mother's downhill slide.

In the midst of her musings, she heard a click just as a stream of cold water hit her full on. She shrieked, frozen in shock.

She didn't see the stranger approach from the shadows and barely felt a tug on her arm before she found herself swept up into strong arms.

Out of sprinkler range, the man set her down by a golf cart as carefully as if she was fragile crystal. He pushed her sodden brown hair back and tilted her head up to meet her eyes.

"What are you doing out here? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, I..." Justine looked up into kind, concerned gray eyes and had the overwhelming urge to bury her head against that warm, strong chest.

Then she realized she could get a head start on her two fellow contestants, who were still asleep. Her competitive streak rose as she tried to recall the sexcapades list. Making love outdoors sprang to mind.

"How embarrassing," she murmured. "I must have been sleepwalking." Her gossamer robe was drenched and clung to every curve, while her nightie might as well have been transparent.

She took a deliberately unsteady step and managed to brush against her companion. "I hope you didn't get all wet rescuing me." She smoothed a hand down the front of his golf shirt, where powerful pecs couldn't disguise the rapid beat of his heart.

"Did you sleepwalk far?" He frowned as if wondering what he was supposed to do with her.

"I'm not sure," she fibbed. "What brings you out here at this time of night?"

"A superintendent's day starts early. Do you know your name?"

"I'm Justine Bates," she said. "I just arrived here from Seattle."

He chuckled. "I hope you didn't sleepwalk all that way." She joined his laughter. Seattle and Mr. Married suddenly seemed a long way away, and she was liking where she'd wound up.

"Are you used to rescuing damsels in damp distress?"

"At first I thought that you might be a ghost. You never know what kind of early settlement might have been here generations before the course was built."

"I hope you're not disappointed to learn I'm just flesh and blood." She hugged herself, sleeking the sheer gown tightly against her curves.

"Disappointed wouldn't be the word. But I have to confess I'm at a loss as to what to do next."

Justine moved flush against him. "How about a nice, big thank-you kiss for rescuing me?"

"That sprinkler was pretty dangerous," he murmured, lowering his head till his lips were a scant inch from hers. His hands settled on her waist, warming her skin.

"I was frozen with fear," Justine said, just as his lips met hers and her pulse leapt with delirious happiness.

Copyright © 2008 by Kathleen Shandley

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