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The V-Spot. Wendy S. Marcus
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isbn 9781474006880
Автор произведения Wendy S. Marcus
Жанр Современные любовные романы
Издательство HarperCollins
How hot is your night going to get? Take the quiz and find out!
1. You’re a curvy, cute and practical nurse, ready to unleash your inner naughty nymphette for your 25th birthday. You start with…
a. Chocolate cake.
b. Champagne. Lots of it.
c. Meeting the guy you’ve been “dating” online for the past three months.
2. Your guy turns out to be popular (and insanely hot) wrestler Brody “The Bull” Bullock. You…
a. Run for the door.
b. Admire his hotness, then run for the door.
c. Imagine him naked.
3. You’re meeting Brody at V-Spot, a “Voyeur Motel.” What are you wearing?
a. A cute sundress with wedge sandals
b. You’re not going anywhere without Spanx
c. Doesn’t matter. Brody is sexy enough that it’s all coming off!
If you selected all of the above, you’re in for the night of your life…
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women.
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
This book is dedicated to Fiona Marsden, for being the best Retweeter on Twitter! Thank you for all the support!
With special thanks to:
My wonderful editor, Flo Nicoll, for always pushing me to make my stories better.
My family, for putting up with my long hours on the computer and my addiction to reading and writing sexy romance novels! I love you!
My readers, for visiting me on Facebook, Tweeting with me on Twitter and leaving great reviews for my books. Thank you!
Dear Reader,
After writing six books for the Mills & Boon Medical Romance line, I’m thrilled to up the sexy in this Cosmopolitan Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon. (Although I couldn’t stop myself from writing another nurse heroine, probably because nurses are so AWESOME!)
The V-Spot takes place at, well, The V-Spot, a voyeur motel. A way different setting than I’m used to, but boy did I have fun writing it. Exhibitionists and voyeurs are about as far as you can get from doctors and nurses—at least in their professional capacity. And yet a love story is a love story.
Thank you for reading The V-Spot. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, please make my day and leave a review. And maybe check out some of my other books at www.wendysmarcus.com.
Wishing you all good things,
Wendy S. Marcus
The V-Spot
Wendy S. Marcus
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women.
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
Contents
Chapter One
If Emma Masters had a pen and paper handy, or the inclination to jot down the top four reasons she’d willingly let her best friend, Sadie, set her up on a blind date, the list would look something like:
1 Oxygen deprivation secondary to high-waisted shapewear that’d apparently shrunk in the dryer.
2 Impaired judgment secondary to ingesting a few too many glasses of Skinnygirl Moscato.
3 Sexual deprivation secondary to a crazy-busy schedule that didn’t allow her time to search out a man interested in some naked fun with a woman at least a dozen pounds past pleasingly plump.
4 Severe exhaustion secondary to Sadie’s persuasive persistence which she’d ended with, “Every woman deserves a good fuck on her birthday. If she’s not in a relationship, it’s the best friend’s responsibility to see that she gets it.”
Hard to argue with that logic, but Emma had tried, countering with, “I don’t need a man.” Even though, over time, her need had grown distractingly intense in the presence of certain men.
Intuitive Sadie had seen right through the lie, and once she got an idea in her head... Seeing no other alternative, Emma had ordered another round of drinks determined to set such stringent criteria for her blind date, Sadie would never be able to meet them.
Unfortunately, in her then soused state, she’d failed to adequately assess Sadie’s enthusiasm for the project or her determination. Over the next six weeks Sadie had diligently met every single one, including the full physical exam and STD screening.
That’s how she, Emma Masters, wound up at The V-Spot, a voyeur motel. Who knew such a thing existed? Apparently her best friend did. Note to self: Never trust Sadie when she emails you an address for your GPS—at the last possible minute—accompanied by the words: The location is a surprise. You’re going to love it!
Even though, upon arrival, Emma had been assured the enterprise was completely legit, every time the door to the VIP reception room opened she half expected to be rounded up in a police raid, shoved into the back of a windowless van and taken off to jail. But curiosity regarding who had agreed to Sadie’s scheme kept her rooted in place.
A size-fourteen woman—well, a size sixteen Spanxed-down to a fourteen—in a sea of pert, scantily clad sixes.
A single surrounded by at least twenty couples, not one friend among them.
The clichéd fat chick, standing alone at the snack table.
On her twenty-fifth birthday.
Emma adjusted the nondescript black eye mask she’d been given to ensure anonymity of all V-Spot visitors and did a quick scan of the reception room, noting all the men who’d managed to show up on time for their dates. Concern that Sadie’s mystery man had changed his mind started to build.
She did her best to ignore