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Sexy Ms. Takes
Jo Leigh
Starting off the New Year – wow! Ms. Cast: Actress Bella Lacarie is looking for her shot at stardom – but ends up nearly getting shot! Good thing Detective Delicious is there…especially once he pulls out his secret weapon.Ms. Step: Instead of “breaking a leg” at her audition, Willow Hill actually breaks her leg! Lucky for her, Dr. Dreamy is by her side to administer some sexual healing.Ms. Sing: Maggie Trent can tell her best friend anything – except that she’s in love with him.Mr. Stiff Upper Lip has one more chance… three sizzling Encounters, one Blazing book!
This was no sexy mistake.
“I want you,” she said.
She didn’t touch him. Or act desperate or scared or tough.
“I know exactly where we are and who I’m with. I want you. I would like to have something good happen tonight. Something I choose. I would like to remember this day not for losing an opportunity, but for taking the opportunity to connect with someone I like. Who I admire.” She grinned. “Who I think is really hot.”
He grinned at her in return as he pulled her down onto the bed.
“This doesn’t have to be the worst New Year’s Eve ever,” he murmured. His mouth teased her lips, then started a downward trail as his hold on her tightened.
She pushed herself against him. An unmistakable message. His answer was in his arousal, in his low moan.
Oh, yes, this was sexy—and definitely not a mistake!
Dear Reader,
How fun to do a threesome for Blaze
! No, not that kind of threesome. Three short stories all in one book, which is more fun to write than you can imagine. I hope you enjoy it!
It all kicks off on New Year’s Eve. Three sexy, spirited women all hoping their lives will change after a career-making audition for a hot new Broadway show. All three lives do change, but not in the way any of them dreamed.
The sparks fly when each encounters a gorgeous man.
Detective John Greco… Duty bound and forced to face the family that betrayed him. Only actress Bella can make things right.
Dr Flynn Bradshaw… Off for a much-needed vacation from his residency until he crashes into dancer Willow.
Colin Griffith… An Englishman who turns to his best friend, singer Maggie, when his brother goes missing.
All three relationships deepen as the clock ticks past midnight to bring them not only a new year, but a new life…together.
Happy holidays, and as always, much love,
Jo Leigh
About the Author
JO LEIGH has written more than forty novels since 1994. She’s thrilled that she can write mysteries, suspense and comedies all under the Blaze
banner, especially because the heart of each and every book is the love story.
A triple RITA
Award finalist, Jo shares her home in Utah with her cute dog, Jessie. You can chat with Jo at her website, www.joleigh.com, and don’t forget to check out her daily blog!
SEXY MS. TAKES
JO LEIGH
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Once again, this is for Debbi and Birgit,
who, as always, have my back.
Ms. Cast
1
“TAXI!”
Yet another Yellow Cab passed Bella Lacarie, this one stopping half a block up for an older, well-dressed man. She kept her curses soft but vehement as she fought the urge to look once again at her watch. She wasn’t late. Yet. But the traffic was insane. Yes, it was New Year’s Eve Day, but it wasn’t technically a holiday until tonight, and that meant midtown was a mad mix of jostling pedestrians and unruly vehicles all coated with black slush.
Another cab came, numbers lit, and this time she stepped right into the gutter, threw her right hand in the air and whistled with her left. The combination worked, and the taxi pulled up, spraying her coat with a fine mist of mud.
“520 Eighth Ave,” she said, climbing in, then immediately spilled the entire contents of her tote bag on the floor. She would not take this as an omen. For all she knew, spilling an overloaded huge purse was the best luck ever. Still, it was hard not to sigh as she bent to collect her belongings.
Just as she picked up her hairbrush and lip gloss, she heard the driver’s door open and a man yell, “Get out!”
“What the hell?” came a high-pitched, accented voice that had to belong to the driver. “Who are you? What do you want?”
Fear froze Bella as she listened to the scuffle.
“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot!”
Oh, God, that was still the driver. The taxi rocked. She reached for the door handle, but before she could grab it, the cab shot forward, throwing her back.
She stilled where she landed. If she sat up, the assailant would see her. He had a gun. He’d shoot her. But she wasn’t all that well hidden, and the floor was big enough to hold tote bags, but not bodies.
Okay, she had to breathe. Stay quiet. He’d get where he needed to go and then run away, because the cabbie would certainly call the cops, right? So no reason to panic. Especially if she couldn’t identify the man behind the wheel.
The cab turned a sharp corner, sending her and everything on the floor into the door. She squelched a cry, but not completely. Oh, God. The only good sign was that she wasn’t seeing a montage of her life flash by.
He sped up, cursed, then said, quite calmly, “This is Detective Greco. My car’s been disabled on Church and Leonard, it’ll need a tow. I’m currently in pursuit of—”
Bella bolted upright. “Detective?”
The car swerved into oncoming traffic and the detective cursed her roundly as he struggled with the wheel. “What the hell?”
“You’re a detective? A police officer?”
He looked at her in the mirror, his brown eyes wide, then he cursed again and took a hard left that sent her back down onto the seat.
“Hey!”
“Where’d you come from?” he asked.
“I was here,” she said, sitting up again, “when you hijacked the cab.”
“Great. Jesus. Just great.”
“I’m not thrilled about this, either. Let me out.”
He said nothing, just stepped on the gas, narrowly missing another car.
She clutched the seat. “Detective! Let me out.”
“Can’t.”
“What? You have to. You can’t take an innocent person on a car chase.” Besides scaring the crap out of her, she was pretty sure this was illegal. She stared at the back of his dark head, wondering if she should try to knock him out, although that might get them both killed. “Did you hear me?”
“If I stop, I lose ‘im.”
They drove way too close to a black SUV and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for impact. Seconds later, she opened her eyes. “Can’t you radio for help?”
“Yeah.” He snorted. “I will. I just can’t lose him. Hold on.” He took a sharp left, cutting off two other cars, and throwing her against the door.
She groaned at the force of the door handle jabbing into her side. That was going to be a nice bruise.
“The scumbag is going to jail if it’s the last thing I ever do,” he muttered. But at least he flipped open his phone.
“I don’t need it to be the last thing I ever do. Pull over.”
The detective didn’t seem to hear her. “He’s right over there. In the old Caddy. Bastard isn’t even stopping at the lights.”
“Detective Greco, I’m going to have you arrested if you don’t let me go.” She looked in her tote, but of course, her cell wasn’t there. “Now.”
“Look, ma’am, I’m sorry. I’ll let you out. I just need to—”
“The only thing you need to do is stop this car.” This was the most important audition of her life. It could change everything. She’d worked very, very hard for this chance, and she wasn’t going to let anyone blow it. Not to mention get her killed. She lifted a shaky hand and shoved the hair away from her face. “I mean it.”
He cursed again.
“Yeah, that’s going to help.”
A MINUTE LATER, John pulled the car to the curb, trying not to go ballistic as he grimly watched Sal get away. The prick had been right there, and if he hadn’t slashed his tires.
His passenger hadn’t even opened her door. He looked at his phone, but calling in was useless. Sal would be long gone by the time another unit could be dispatched. He turned to his unwilling passenger only to find her bent over the backseat. Great. Now he’d have to pay to get the cab cleaned. He didn’t hear anything, though. “Ma’am?”
“What?” she asked, surly as hell.
“I’ve pulled over.”
“Your reckless driving tossed my bag all over the floor. You’ll sit there and wait while I get it picked up.”
He turned back to the wheel. Anger flared again as he realized he’d have to come up with a way to explain all this to the captain. As a rule, they frowned on cops commandeering a working hack to go in pursuit. Especially one with a passenger on board.
“Dammit, I can’t find my cell phone. Look under your seat.”
She didn’t sound like a native, but her attitude was pure New York. “Yes, ma’am.”
He bent, awkwardly, and fished around for the cell, knowing he wouldn’t find the damn thing. Not the way this day was going. “Nothing.”
“My whole life is on that cell. It has to be here.”
“What’s the number?”
She was silent for a moment. Then she gave it to him, her voice slightly mollified. Maybe even impressed enough not to report him.
He dialed and a tune rang out. Jesus, the opening notes from A Chorus Line. Shaking his head, he turned to give her a hand. That’s when he saw the gun. Sticking in through the window. Pointed at her.
John dropped his cell and went for his weapon.
“Uh-uh, Johnny. I don’t want to hurt the pretty lady, but if I have to, I will.”
John stared at the beefy man, slowly showing him his hands. Clearly he knew who John was, but John didn’t recognize the guy. He wasn’t from the neighborhood, even though he had a trace of an Italian accent. Was this even about Sal? Or another case John had been working on?
“You wanna go down with Sal?” he asked the man, who smiled calmly as if he knew John was fishing.
“Pass me your gun. Nice and easy.”
Shit. John picked up from where he’d left it on the seat and slowly handed it over his shoulder.
“Excuse me. Sir?”
His passenger’s voice was remarkably steady, given the circumstances. John finally got a good look at her. She was pretty, all right. A damn knockout. Long, silky, brown hair. Red lips, pale skin. But her eyes, they were light blue, aquamarine. Doe eyes with dark lashes.
She turned to the guy with the gun. “I don’t know this man,” she said. “I’m just trying to get to Eighth Avenue, so if you don’t mind, I’ll just slip right away and leave you two to work this out.”
“Sorry, doll. I can’t let you do that.”
The woman faced John again. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Let the lady go. Whatever this is about, she has nothing to do with it.”
“No can do, Johnny.” He opened the back door and stuffed himself into the rear seat, forcing the woman to slide over. She reached for the door handle, but the guy’s thick hand stopped her. “Unless Johnny here does something stupid, you’ll be fine. So sit back, relax, and before you know it, you’ll be where you need to go.”
“I’m already late for an audition. This is a callback for me. I’m so close. I know the director wants me and I’ll be the lead ingenue. Please, try to understand my position.”
The big man sighed, and Johnny could swear he smelled garlic. “You seem like a nice lady, but I don’t got a choice here. Shut up and you’ll be all right.” Keeping his gun pointed straight at his target, he said, “Drive.”
“Where?”
