Feature Friday — Faye Avalon

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Recognizing the groom and best man as the men with whom she once enjoyed a ménage, Lissa Delaney’s attempts to avoid them during the wedding drive her straight into the arms of the groom’s cousin. Getting involved with Reed Fitzgerald is bad news, especially since the two men dislike each other, but the attraction is too powerful and soon Lissa is sharing Reed’s bed.

With an ex-lover determined to hold him to a drunken promise, Reed Fitzgerald thinks Lissa might well be his out-clause, especially since she’s up to her pretty neck in debt. His unlikely proposition will solve both their problems and, considering the explosive sex they enjoy, promises to provide plenty of recreational benefits along the way.

But what started as a temporary agreement soon develops into something more meaningful, until a chance meeting sends Reed into a jealous rage and threatens to destroy what they have been building.



“What is this?”

Pointedly, he glanced around the room. “It appears to be my office.”

“I mean, what am I doing here?”

He moved back to his side of the desk and sat. “You’re here to pitch me your wares,” he said, watching the way her eyes narrowed. He was pleased to see a spear of color moving into her cheeks again. “If I like what you have to offer, we may well do business.”

In more ways than one.

Hesitantly, she stepped forward. “Have you been stalking me?”

He grinned, hiding the fact that her comment was too near the truth to completely reject. “Let’s just say I liked your proficiency at my cousin’s wedding and have need of a professional photographer.”

“My boss said you specifically requested me.”

“I ran a check on your company and found them to be highly regarded in the area, but as I told your boss, I prefer the personal touch.” He waited a beat. “Since we already know each other personally, it seemed a perfectly sound business decision.”

With her gaze on his, like a woman afraid to lose eye contact in the company of a wild and marauding beast, she moved to the chair he’d indicated and sat. “We don’t know each other personally.”

He grinned. “Not yet.”

“Not ever. Is this some sort of misguided way to seduce me or something? Don’t you have better things to do with your time? Better priorities?”

“Since it’s my company, I decide my priorities.” Seeing as she still seemed unsettled, he resisted the almost overwhelming need to let his eyes peruse her body, but couldn’t resist holding her steady gaze. “Maybe I’ve decided you’re one of those priorities.”

Levering her chin into the air, she leaned forward to place the black portfolio on his desk and opened it. “You said you needed a professional photographer?”

Reed sat back in his chair and nodded at the portfolio. “You need only do a light sell.” He met her eyes again. “Since I’m basically already hooked.”

Her chin went up another inch and she narrowed those big eyes. He wondered if her breasts were encased in that same white lace, if her ripe, abundant flesh was bursting over the top. Since the jacket of her business suit didn’t afford him so much as a stingy glimpse, he could only swallow his frustration. It didn’t stop him from imagining peeling away the jacket though, or slipping the buttons on the pristine white blouse. Damn. He hadn’t been so powerfully turned on by a woman since…ever, he realized.

The snap of her portfolio jogged him from his salacious musing.

“I don’t intend to sell myself, Mr. Fitzgerald, if that’s what you’re implying. Nor do I intend to sit here and again be subjected to your sordid innuendos.” She stood briskly. “You’d be better talking to one of my associates, that is if you really do want to do business with my company and this is not all some sham to get me into your bed.”


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