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In a Bind
Stephanie Bond
An unfulfilled desire. A life on the verge of change.And an old letter that ignites a delicious chain of events! Zoe Smythe, an engaged international flight attendant, is suddenly very curious. The letter she wrote to herself ten years ago reminds her that her deepest sexual fantasy is bondage. And she's never experienced it!On a flight to Australia, yummy passenger Colin Cannon is very willing to indulge Zoe's every whim. They give the mile-high club a thrilling new definition! And Colin wouldn't mind tying up Zoe for a while. But is mind-blowing sex enough for Zoe to turn her entire life upside down?
Three women. Three fantasies.
Years ago Gemma, Zoe and Violet all took the same
college sex-ed class, one they laughingly referred to as
Sex for Beginners. It was an easy credit—not something
they’d ever need in real life. Or so they thought…
Their professor had them each write a letter, outlining
their most private, most outrageous sexual fantasies.
They never dreamed their letters would be returned
to them when they least expected it. Or that their own
words would change their lives forever…
Don’t miss Stephanie Bond’s newest miniseries:
Sex for Beginners
WATCH AND LEARN
(October 2008)
IN A BIND
(November 2008)
NO PEEKING…
(December 2008)
Sex for Beginners
What you don’t know…might turn you on!
Dear Reader,
Have you ever run across an old childhood diary or a note you wrote in high school or college? It can be fun, and even revealing, to see what you were thinking when you were younger, what things were important to you.
The seniors at Women’s Covington College who took the Sexual Psyche class (dubbed by the students as “Sex for Beginners”) were given an assignment to write down their innermost sexual fantasies in the form of a letter to themselves. Their letter was to be cataloged with a code for anonymity and remain sealed for ten years, then mailed to them.
When international flight attendant Zoe Smythe reads her letter, she’s headed to Sydney, Australia, for a leisurely layover before returning to America to be married. The naughty words she wrote years ago spur her to embark on a last-chance torrid fling with a hunky Aussie…. But will she ever want to leave?
I hope you enjoy In a Bind, the second book in the SEX FOR BEGINNERS trilogy. Please tell your friends about the wonderful stories you find between the pages of Harlequin novels! And visit me at www.stephaniebond.com.
Happy endings always,
Stephanie Bond
STEPHANIE BOND
In a Bind
TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON
AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG
STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID
PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Stephanie Bond credits romance novels with teaching her world history and geography and for giving her a case of wanderlust. It seemed only natural that she would someday be writing romance novels herself. To date, Stephanie has written more than forty romance and mystery novels, and doesn’t plan on slowing down anytime soon at what she considers to be “her dream job.” Stephanie lives in midtown Atlanta with her hunky architect/artist/hero husband.
Books by Stephanie Bond
HARLEQUIN BLAZE
2—TWO SEXY!
169—MY FAVORITE MISTAKE
282—JUST DARE ME…
338—SHE DID A BAD, BAD THING
428—WATCH AND LEARN
MIRA BOOKS
BODY MOVERS
BODY MOVERS: 2 BODIES FOR THE PRICE OF 1
BODY MOVERS: 3 MEN AND A BODY
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
685—MANHUNTING IN MISSISSIPPI
718—CLUB CUPID
751—ABOUT LAST NIGHT…
769—IT TAKES A REBEL
787—TOO HOT TO SLEEP
805—SEEKING SINGLE MALE
964—COVER ME
For Brenda, of course,
for throwing aside the reins
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
1
“JUST THINK—THIS IS YOUR LAST trip as an unmarried woman.”
Zoe Smythe kept nodding and welcoming aboard first-class passengers on the Atlanta flight bound for Sydney, Australia, trying to ignore her friend Erica’s comment. “Welcome aboard…. Good evening…. May I take your coat?”
Erica leaned in. “Are you going to do something wild and outrageous during your layover in Sydney after I leave?”
Zoe gave a dry laugh. “Hardly. I brought a stack of things that have to be finalized for the wedding.”
“That doesn’t sound like fun,” Erica said, then elbowed Zoe. “Welcome to married life.” Erica cackled at her own joke. “Well, for the two days that I’m there, I propose that we ingest large amounts of alcohol and take up residence in the hotel spa.”
“Sounds good,” Zoe agreed.
“Maybe we’ll get lucky and our masseuse will be a big, strapping Aussie.”
“Maybe.” Zoe bit back a smile. Erica’s marriage was sex-starved.
“Seriously, though, I’m going to miss having you on this route, Zoe.”
“Thanks, but a domestic route will allow me to be home more.”
“You’ll be changing back after a couple of years,” Erica said drily.
Zoe frowned good-naturedly, then turned her attention back to the passengers.
“Welcome aboard…. Good evening…. May I take your coat?”
“Yes, thank you.”
At the sound of the thick Australian accent, Zoe tipped up her head to meet the gaze of the clearest, greenest eyes she’d ever seen, slightly hooded and set off with straight, sun-tipped lashes. The man behind them was tall with coarse blond hair cut close to his head and a five o’clock shadow on his square jaw. Zoe sucked in a breath. The stranger exuded raw masculinity. The leather duster he shrugged out of was the color of baked ocher, conjuring up images of the parched land of the Outback. Beneath the rugged coat he wore an impeccably cut gray business suit, although his shirt collar was open and his tie loosened.
A corporate cowboy? How…intriguing. “Did you enjoy your stay in Atlanta, sir?” she asked as she took his coat and suit jacket.
“I did,” he said with a smile. “But it’s always nice to get back home and sleep in my own bed.”
It was an innocent enough statement, one she’d heard travelers say countless times during her stint as a flight attendant. But something about the way he said it conjured up images of the big man sprawled naked in a giant bed made of hand-hewn logs. Zoe gave herself a mental shake. What was wrong with her?
“If I may see your boarding pass, sir, I’ll show you to your seat.”
He handed her the document and her pulse spiked—he was sitting in her section. She glanced at his name—Colin Cannon—then handed back his boarding pass. “Mr. Cannon, right this way.”
