Bared. Jill Shalvis

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      “Emma, turn toward me,”

      Rafe demanded, not caring that he sounded abrupt. “Tilt your head down, eyes up at me.”

      Without a word, Emma did, and he took those shots, too. Her slight stiffness actually worked in his favor, the slightly shy, outrageously sexy schoolgirl. It was wrong but he wanted her, wanted so damn much. By the time he put down the camera, his hands were shaking.

      “Is that it?” she asked, still leaning against the lockers.

      “That’s it.”

      She pushed away and walked toward him, every sway of her hips a slam to his gut.

      “What are you doing?” he asked, and backed up a step.

      She didn’t stop until their toes touched. “I didn’t like that.”

      “I didn’t, either.”

      She cocked a hip and looked at him from carefully made-up eyes. “And I don’t like you.”

      He waited, tense, for what she would say next.

      “But I’ve never wanted you more,” she said in a frustrated voice.

      That was all the invitation he needed….

      Dear Reader,

      I really wondered whether I had another Blaze story in me. The sexy premises always seem to escape me. Then my husband got this wildly sexy calendar from a friend—twelve shots of beautiful women in erotic poses—and I thought, surely, these women are just like me. Well, except for the perfect bodies and gorgeous faces, that is.

      That calendar started me thinking how a woman would find herself posing for such pictures, and Bared was born. Take one hot, but slightly repressed soap opera writer and one sexy, but slightly attitudinal photographer stuck together for this job of shooting twelve months of fantasies….

      Some of you might recognize my hero Rafe in this story. He briefly appeared in my February 2004 Temptation novel, Back in the Bedroom. I hope you enjoy reading his story!

      Happy reading,

      Jill Shalvis

      Bared

      Jill Shalvis

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Epilogue

      1

      RAFE DELACANTRO WAS IN HELL and, as usual, it was a woman’s fault.

      The lush, vibrant green tropical forest of Kauai surrounded him. With the hanging vines and myriad trees and bushes, not to mention the buzz of strange and exotic insects and who knew what else, the place was a virtual paradise.

      But all he felt was pent-up frustration and resentment, both of which he needed to get rid of in order to make this photo shoot work. It was his last photo shoot, at least for Hollywood, and he couldn’t wait to get it done. For ten years he’d been snapping images of the rich and famous, the spoiled beauties, the up-and-comers, working mostly in fashion and for magazines, making a name for himself as one of the best photographers. And it had been a good run. He was proud of all that he’d accomplished.

      But at age thirty-two he was tired of the demands, of the games. Tired of being at the beck and call of people who had too much fame, too much money and not a clue as to what real life was about.

      Rafe had a clue, and he wanted more of it.

      Still, being a photographer defined him, so he wouldn’t—couldn’t—retire his camera entirely. After this last series of shoots, he’d use a camera for himself only, trying his hand at something other than people. Plants, landscapes, even animals—anything that couldn’t talk back, argue or con. Yeah, his retirement was well earned and it would be amazing.

      As soon as this job was done—this one last favor for a good friend. It was a calendar spread, twelve months of fantasies…which, for Rafe, equaled twelve different, difficult shoots in various locales. They were working on the March page of the calendar today, and his crew stood by. The lighting seemed perfect at the moment, but given the rumbling in the sky, this would be temporary.

      They really needed to get started right now, but they were missing one important, necessary element—the model.

      Hence his frustration, resentment and seething temper.

      Finally, just as the last of his patience vanished, she showed up, taking her sweet time sauntering through

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