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“Let’s take a little tour.”
Jill took Mitch’s hand and led him out into the darkened store. It was deserted. The doors were locked and the lights were dimmed. The intimacy of the store shot his pulse up. His gaze lingered on her sexy strut. She hadn’t done anything and already he could hardly stand the tension.
She paused in front of a tall bookcase filled with various bottles and jars and pulled him close to her, so that their thighs touched. Her perfume mingled with the spice and floral scents surrounding the display.
“Good sex is a feast for the senses,” she said, her voice hushed. “Men respond most strongly to the visual, so we have a number of items to enhance that visual experience. Costumes. Videos. Props.” A wave of her hand indicated the different displays, from the movies to an arrangement of body jewelry.
“There are the other senses, too. Smell. Taste. Touch,” she continued.
He had to touch her. Now. He slipped a hand behind her back trying to pull her to him, but she resisted. Was this to be a continuation of the demonstration she’d given when she’d handcuffed him to the display? His heart pounded in anticipation when she leaned in close and whispered in his ear.
“Take off your clothes, Mitch.”
Dear Reader,
Some characters are so much fun you never want to leave them. In this book, my first Harlequin Blaze novel, I’m delighted to revisit Jill Sheldon, whom I introduced in my November 2002 Temptation title #902, It’s a Guy Thing!
As soon as brash, fun-loving Jill stepped onto the pages of It’s a Guy Thing! I knew she was the perfect heroine for Blaze. And I think she’s found the perfect hero in Mitch Landry, a man of hidden passions who can capture Jill’s heart.
I had a lot of fun writing this story; I hope it’s fun for you, too. I love to hear from readers. You can e-mail me at [email protected], or write to me in care of Harlequin Books, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario M3B 3K9, Canada. And be sure to look for other exciting Blaze news at www.tryblaze.com.
Happy reading,
Cindi Myers
Just 4 Play
Cindi Myers
To my wonderful editor, Wanda Ottewell.
Thanks for all your encouragement and support. And special thanks to Terri Clark, the title goddess.
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
JILL SHELDON BELIEVED in Happy perfume, Miracle Bras and in not letting a day go by without having fun. So when she’d seen the Help Wanted sign in the window of Just 4 Play, she’d known that was the job for her. What could be more fun than working in a toy shop?
Okay, so Just 4 Play sold sex toys and lingerie. People needed more fun in their sex lives too, didn’t they? In the six months since she’d joined the staff at Just 4 Play, Jill had had plenty of good times, on the job, and off. After all, life was too short not to have fun.
“Should the musical condoms go with the other condoms or in the novelty section?” she asked as she and her co-worker, Sid Crawford, unpacked the latest shipment of merchandise one Wednesday afternoon.
Sid frowned, his eyebrow ring shifting toward his nose. “With the novelties, I think. And rearrange the display so it looks really full. This might be the last shipment we get for a while.”
“Why is that?” She squeezed a condom package and grinned as a tinny rendition of “Bolero” filled the air.
“It’ll take a while to get all the accounts shifted over to the new owner’s name.”
She set the condoms next to a box of edible underwear. Maybe she’d shelve them with the massage oil and bill the set as a total sensual experience. “I’m going to miss old Grif.” She sighed, and paused for a moment in memory of the late Griffeth Landry, former proprietor of Just 4 Play. He’d died suddenly last month when he was struck by lightning while playing golf. All his gold fillings had melted, welding his mouth shut, a final irony for a man who had a mouth every bit as big as his heart.
“Yeah, Grif was cool.” Sid nodded, his pink Mohawk swaying with the movement.
“So what’s his nephew like?” Jill asked.
Sid shrugged. “Don’t know. Haven’t met him.”
“Oh come on. You must know something. What’s his name?”
“His name’s Mitchell Landry, but that’s all I know.”
She set aside a bottle of bubble bath and came over to lean on a tower of boxes next to Sid. “Where’s he from? Does he live here in Boulder?”
“Don’t know.”
“What does he do for a living?”
“I have no idea.”
“How old is he?”
Sid held his hands up in front of his face to ward off this barrage of questions. “I swear, I don’t know anything about him. Honest.” He slit open another carton. “You sure are nosy.”
“I like to know things. Haven’t you ever heard knowledge is power?”
“Right.
