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.All of this was of little consequence to Taylor, because all she could focus on was her quarry—Cade Harper.He stood behind the bar, a cocktail shaker in one hand and a salt-crusted margarita glass in the other.Tawny, sun-bronzed hair tapered over his collar, and an unruly tendril dipped across his forehead, seemingly refusing to be controlled.He looked good.Very sexy.No tuxedo tonight, but a black T-shirt with the sleeves rolled back, stretched taut over biceps that flexed and…Oh, God.Definitely a bad boy.Taylor wiped a hand across her brow and her tongue over suddenly parched lips.The temperature had escalated several degrees in one blazing second.Partially hidden by a potted ficus, heart dancing an erratic beat, she watched Cade.“Can I help you?”Taylor spun around.“I…”The voice belonged to a female version of Cade.She had the same coloring and the same dark eyes.Taylor glanced toward Cade over the woman’s head.“I’m here to see Mr.Harper,” she mumbled.Mister! Good grief! She wanted to have sex with this man, and she called him mister!“Cade?” his replica responded, eyebrows quirking upward.Taylor nodded, relieved the woman didn’t ask any questions, and wondered at the same time what her reaction would have been if she’d said, “It’s about sex.”“Follow me.” The young woman crooked her finger toward Taylor, turned and wove her way between tables.With trepidation and anticipation colliding inside her stomach, Taylor hurried after the woman.“Cade.”“Yeah.” He handed the margarita to a customer, and Taylor’s gaze followed the salt-rimmed glass.It shimmered under the overhead lighting, and she found herself licking her lips, almost tasting the delicious salt.“Lady to see you.”The moment Cade turned, everything changed.Cade Harper.Bad boy.One sexy guy.Taylor’s voice stalled in her throat, and she knew, when his smiling eyes captured hers, she was in way over her head.Cade wiped his hands on a cloth and again Taylor’s gaze followed.Long, lean fingers.Fingers that would touch… Oh, boy!He smiled.“You wanted to see me?”She nodded and felt herself drowning in that smile.His dark eyes twinkled, a swirl of gold and chocolate brown.Just like Hershey Kisses.Kisses!Yep.She was definitely going under.“Lady, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve got a bar to run,” he said, grabbing a knife and cutting a lemon into wafer-thin slices.Taylor shook herself.Okay.Come on.Just say it.“I’ve got a favor to ask.”“Ask away then,” he said, not looking up.Taylor burned and eyed the milling crowd.“Actually, it’s a proposition.”He definitely looked then, and his gaze focused on her.He placed the razor-sharp knife on the cutting board.His mouth quirked at one corner, smiling, gaze assessing.“Sounds intriguing.”When a good man is hard to find, there’s only one thing left to do.Buy one.My Gigolo© 2010 Molly BurkhartAs far as Gabrielle is concerned, her life isn’t at all a mess.It’s simply taught her a hard lesson—never rely on anyone else for her own happiness.It’s not that she’s against having sex.Far from it.It’s just that if it comes with strings tied to the word “love”, she’ll pass.Now if only she could stop her sister and friends from trying to show her the error of her solitary ways.Especially after their latest trick—hiring a male prostitute for her birthday.In all his time as a male escort, Jack’s never met anyone as intriguing as down-to-earth Gabe.Or as determined to refuse his charms.She has no idea whom she’s dealing with, though.Jack’s a consummate professional in all aspects of his chosen field.Including coercion.One minute, Gabe is agreeing to a night of no-strings sex.The next, she’s staring up at a man who turns her body and soul inside out.Jack is staring down at a woman he can’t imagine never seeing again.Both are suddenly aware there are only two ways this could end: a match made in heaven…or sheer disaster.Warning: Explicit sex, illegal sexual practices, zombies, a clown, and the strangest minigolf course ever conceived.Enjoy the following excerpt for My Gigolo:“If I were a Raiders fan, I’d never admit it to you.And I’d have never survived this long in Kansas City.No, I have to admit to being in a bigger pit of loyalty than you.” Straightening his expression, Jack sat up taller and folded his hands on the table.“If you must know, I am a Bears fan.”“Shut up.”“I will not.Da Bears.” The corner of his mouth twitched.“I live for the times they beat Green Bay.”Gabe threw her head back, hooting at the ceiling at both his preference and at the mental image of such a fine specimen going berserk over a football game.Somehow, she’d have never guessed it of him.“Oh, Jack.Oh, God, that’s hilarious.”“I’m sure.And now I will point out that my reaction to your team preference was far less unkind than yours to mine.You so owe me.”She shot him a glance despite her winding down chuckles.He wore an absolutely angelic expression of patience that she didn’t trust any further than she could spit a dead rat.“Owe you what, exactly?”He picked up his spoon.“A boon, milady
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