Triple Play. Leslie Kelly
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Introducing Unrated!, the hottest—and naughtiest—new miniseries from Blaze! Sneak a playful peek with this sexy prequel novella from New York Times bestselling author Leslie Kelly...
When she was eighteen, Emily Crowder was naughty for the first time in her life. She slipped naked into Rand McConnell’s bed, experienced her first (and best) orgasm...and lost her heart. Then Rand disappeared without a word.
Seven years later, Rand strides back into her life, now a famous ballplayer, every woman’s lust-filled fantasy—and a guest at Emily’s hotel. He says he wants to explain...and he wants to finish what they started. Emily’s Good Girl side reminds her of the pain she felt when Rand left the last time. But Emily has played the Good Girl for far too long. Perhaps it’s time she let her Very, Very Naughty side take over again. Only this time, Rand is going to play by her rules...
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Triple Play:
An Unrated! Prequel
New York Times Bestselling Author
Leslie Kelly
www.millsandboon.co.uk
About the Author
LESLIE KELLY has written dozens of books and novellas for the Mills and Boon Blaze, Temptation and Mills and Boon lines. Known for her sparkling dialog, fun characters and steamy sensuality, she has been honored with numerous awards, including a National Reader’s Choice Award, a Colorado Award of Excellence, a Golden Quill and an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award in Series Romance. Leslie has also been nominated four times for the highest award in romance fiction, the RWA RITA® Award. Leslie lives in Maryland with her own romantic hero, Bruce, and their daughters.
Visit her online at www.lesliekelly.com or at her blog, www.plotmonkeys.com.
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Contents
1
“RAND MCCONNELL IS coming. Here.”
Emily Crowder had no reason to doubt that her ears worked. Still, she couldn’t have heard what she thought her boss, Dawn, had just said. It was impossible that the world’s sexiest athlete—the guy who’d graced magazine covers, who’d sold out stadiums, who’d given Emily her first orgasm—was about to descend on the Chicago hotel where she worked. Im-freaking-possible.
“Did you hear me?” Dawn barked.
“God, I hope not.”
Her boss leaned in. “I said Rand McConnell is coming here. Today.”
Emily was still trying to get her brain to catch up to her ears. “Rand McConnell, the athlete?”
“Athlete? That’s like calling King Kong a monkey. Rand McConnell is the most famous baseball player in the world!”
“But...why here? Don’t all the major league teams have contracts with other Chicago hotels?”
She’d worked at the Black Star Hotel for two months, ever since leaving the resort that had hired her right out of college. It was upscale and would someday be a destination for the rich and shameless. But having opened recently, they hadn’t captured that clientele yet.
“I just got a call from his assistant. She said he was making a last-minute trip to attend tonight’s animal welfare fund-raiser, and wondered if we could find a room for him. The place where he usually stays is booked because it’s New Year’s.”
“Who’d want to leave California for Chicago in December?”
“Guess he’s an animal lover,” Dawn said. Smirking, she added, “And how did you know he lives in California? Sounds like you’re a fan.”
Not even close. “Hardly.”
“Whatever the reason, he is coming to Chicago and he’s staying here.” Dawn sounded as excited as a tween at a Bieber concert.
“Have you forgotten we’re booked solid, too?” Emily asked, her head spinning—though not for the reasons Dawn’s was. No, her feelings about this news couldn’t be called excitement. Nausea? Worry? Humiliation? Hurt? That’d sum it up.
“I put him in the owner’s suite.”
That made sense. The owner of the hotel was almost never here, so the penthouse was seldom used. It might be big enough to contain Rand McConnell, his entourage and his ego. Or at least him and his entourage. His ego was another matter entirely.
“Housekeeping is already there. I want you to supervise.”
“Why me?” she squeaked.
“You’re the daytime floor manager, and the best employee I’ve got. If Rand McConnell has fun at this hotel and spreads the word, maybe his team will decide to give us their business.”
Oh, yay. More sexy athletes to turn young women into fools.
“Make sure everything is perfect for Mr. McConnell.”
Emily