“Trust me. Your technique leaves nothing to be desired.”
Eve breathed in deeply.
Carter leaned into her. “Now that we’ve established that, maybe it’s time I seized the opportunity.”
“Seized the opportunity?”
“To have my way with you.”
Oh. His offer should have sounded tacky. Instead, because it was offered in such a lighthearted, self-mocking tone, it sent shock waves of desire through every fiber of her being. “Do you have a habit of saying things like that to all women?”
“No. Never. It must be something you bring out in me.” He gave her a little squeeze.
She worked her lower lip. She wasn’t the kind of person who could ignore the obvious. Yes, she wanted Carter. She looked up into his face, noticing for the first time that he had a freckle half-hidden in the hairline at his temple. It looked entirely kissable. And that‘s what scared her silly.
Dear Reader,
Lingerie is one of the few things a woman can indulge in that doesn’t add extra pounds to her hips. Besides, as we all know, it’s also a necessity. Whose mother hasn’t advised her to always wear good underwear in case of an emergency?
And speaking of indulging, what better profession to give my newest heroine, Eve Cantoro, than owner of an upscale lingerie shop? After years of being responsible for four unruly younger brothers, Eve finally achieves blissful independence and a chance to focus on her professional ambitions. But her successful business attracts trouble, starting with a serial lingerie thief. Enter Carter Moran, a police detective with a seriously sinful smile and a passel of secrets all his own. The solution to the crimes, as well as true happiness, means they both need to learn a few things along the way. Not surprisingly, a silky little camisole comes in handy on the journey.
So curl up with Eve and Carter and indulge in your own silken fantasies. After all, your mother was right about some things.
Many thanks to Anne Zuckerman for teaching me the finer points of the lingerie business.
All the best,
Tracy Kelleher
Books by Tracy Kelleher
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
908—EVERYBODY’S HERO
It’s All About Eve…
Tracy Kelleher
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Contents
1
IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE RED tap pants, Eve Cantoro never would have known that she had problems.
Of course, problems—like underwear—came in all shapes and sizes. And one thing Eve knew was underwear.
Men, especially relationships involving men, were another thing. Take the man standing next to her.
“You say they were here?” Detective Carter Moran pointed his index finger dangerously close to the hairless, triangular juncture of the model’s legs. He hesitated, then dropped his hand abruptly. “I mean, there?”
Eve nodded. “Yes, there.” She looked at the stylized, gray mannequin and sighed.
Why was it that when confronted with women’s lingerie, men inevitably fell into two categories? The first were the sniggering lechers who sounded off about “some women always wanting it,” implying they could easily supply the “it.” The second were the embarrassed types who, in contrast, seemed incapable of saying or doing anything beyond spouting beads of sweat along their upper lips and getting a petrified look in their eyes.
Detective Moran stood there—on the verge of jumping into one or the other category. He stared at the model in the store window and rubbed his jaw. A very nice, square jaw,
