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Susan Kearney
Bordering on Obsession ...
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Obsession ...
Just one night. That's all it will take to satisfy Maggie Miller's hunger for her boss, movie genious Quinn Scott. But how can she get him into her bed, when Quinn sees her only as his ever efficient secretary? Then a masquerade party on his calendar gives her a wicked idea.
Deception
A blue dress, a feathered mask, a French accent. When Maggie puts them on, she becomes a different woman. Someone shockingly bold, wickedly sexy. Someone Quinn can not, will not, resist! ...
Possession!
After spending the most incredible night of her life in Quinn's arms, Maggie realises she's miscalculated. One night isn't nearly enough. And given Quinn's frenzied attempts to uncover the identity of his mysterious lady, he's got it just as badly. Maggie's solution? To hide behing the mask one more time ...
"... a fun read with engaging characters, hot sex and a great ending." - Romantic Times
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Story start ... "'YOU'RE OBSESSED WITH ME,"' he said, looking up from the script in his hand.
Yes, I am. More than you know.
But Maggie Miller suppressed the thought, and instead dutifully recited her line. "'And you can read my mind."' She kept her eyes lowered to the bound pages on her desk so that her boss, legendary movie writer-director-producer Quinn Scott, wouldn't read more in her expression than she wanted him to see.
Like the fact that she found Quinn's mouth more tempting than a hot fudge sundae with whipped cream and a lush cherry on top. Like the fact that her heart battered her ribs like a sledgehammer. Or that if she hadn't been sitting behind her desk, her legs might not have supported her.
It was all Quinn's fault for providing a show she couldn't ignore. In his excitement over the script, he may have forgotten he'd been on the way to his shower, but she hadn't. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and, bare from the waist up, his shoulders and chest glistened with moisture. His angular frame made her mouth water as he strode into the office after his daily workout. A script in his hand, a white towel around his neck and yards of bronzed skin ...
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"You've got to promise you won't remove the blindfold."
"Okay."
Quinn had no problem with her demand. In fact, he was beginning to realise that not knowing anything about the woman he was involved with lent a definite edge of excitement to their encounters.
He could put up with his burning curiosity about her real identity in exchange for more moments like this one. The precise click of her heels approaching across his marble floor had his naked body tensing in anticipation. And he wondered what she'd do first. Touch him? Kiss him?
She walked behind him, the scent of her light perfume teasing him. He ached to reach out and tug her into his arms, dip his head into her mass of hair and inhale a lungful of her heady fragrance. But sensing she wished him to remain compliant, Quinn stayed still.
For now.
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