Head over Heels

Head over Heels

by Cindy Procter-King




Magee Sinclair has had it up to her sassy short hairdo with the financial difficulties a recent rash of blunders has caused her family's advertising agency. How will she prove she deserves the promotion her father has in mind for her when she keeps making silly mistakes? New client Justin Kane's goal to expand his bike stores hinges on a distributorship deal with a bike manufacturer he needs to impress during a couples mountain-biking weekend. He's supposed to bring his steady girl. But Justin's girlfriend dumps him, and he needs a woman to replace her. To masquerade as her. By tomorrow. Magee, an expert mountain biker, is the perfect choice... Or so he thinks. Major trouble for Magee, who isn't the expert she's claimed in this comedy of errors abound with fake identities, ex-lovers popping up out of nowhere, and a whole lot of door-slamming in the middle of the night.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781931696678
Publisher: Novelbooks
Publication date: 06/01/2002
Pages: 180
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.75(d)

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After collecting the cotton balls from beneath the sink, Justin bent on one knee in front of her. He set the bowl of water and antiseptic on the floor. His gaze fell to Magee's crossed legs, and stayed there. Her heart raced. She wasn't certain, but she thought she heard him swallow a groan.

"Part for me," he murmured.

A jolt of carnal desire shot through Magee. She licked suddenly dry lips. "Wh-what?"

"The towel," Justin whispered, sounding a bit like he was choking. "Part ... the ... towel. So I can see the scrape."

Finger-combing her hair behind one ear to mask her jumping nerves, Magee extended her left leg inch by slow inch until her pointing toes nearly skimmed Justin's washboard stomach. The towel slipped open to reveal her upper thigh.

Justin's eyes gleamed with non-doctorly lust. "Very nice," he said, his voice low, husky, and tinged with appreciative amusement. "But, it just occurred to me, this sitting down won't work. You scraped yourself on the back of your leg, so I need you to stand ... or lean over ... or lie down."

His gaze rose to link with hers. And pulled her into their swirling blue depths.

Where Magee swam willingly.


Completely submerged.

"I vote for the lying down," she whispered.

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