A woman with the golden touch…

When a quiz in a hot women’s magazine reveals the secret truth about the kind of man she desires, Laurel Malone is not surprised. The ultimate bad boy has been her ultimate fantasy for a long time. Tired of denying herself the one guilty pleasure she’s never had, Laurel’s ready to manhandle the biggest, baddest guy she can find. . .

When stockbroker Mac Tolliver spots Laurel’s answers to the “Who’s Your Hottie?” quiz, he hopes a change of his attire, not to mention his attitude, will catch her eye. Satisfying the gorgeous, sexy woman quickly consumes him. Not to mention, how will he ever reveal who he really is? But then, maybe he won’t have to…since Laurel’s hiding a sexy secret of her very own!

2005 Nominee National Readers Choice Award

Harlequin Blaze | ISBN 0373791585 | October 2004 | BUY IT HERE

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“What is it you want?” Mac asked.

“You.”

He swallowed, another weird thing that didn’t seem to mesh with the man, the leather and the bike, but she was beyond deciphering him, beyond waiting.

“Come on,” she said.

He followed her up the stairs, waited while she opened the door.

He tried to stop her again. “Are you sure about this Laurel ? Really sure?”

She leaned forward and grabbed a hold of the belt of his leathers and jerked him inside. She slammed the door and without preamble pushed him against it. Her mouth found his. She was hungry for his strength, his heat. Breathless with anticipation. Maddened.

This was what she had been missing, passion for life. Heat, sweat, energy. She felt it all pulsating through her. That little voice tried to talk her out of taking this man right in the hallway of her conservative brownstone, but she pushed that voice aside and silenced it.

The sense of power pulsed through her, beating in time to her racing heart. She wrestled with his jacket as her mouth devoured his. Something heavy hit the floor just before the leather, but she paid it no heed, more interested in getting his t-shirt off. When he protested, she pushed him harder against the door, holding his wrists tight in her grasp.

He whispered softly when she removed her mouth, “You want to be a bad girl, Laurel?”

Vibrating with lust and need, she slid her hands over his glorious chest, the muscles hard and thick beneath her hands.

“Slow down, babe. Slow down.”

“I don’t want to slow down. I want you, Mac, now.” Now that the time had come to take that first step into unfamiliar territory, she wanted to know if he would be game for anything uninhibited and unadulterated. She wanted to be assured that he was what she was looking for.

She wanted a man dominant enough to take her beyond her comfort zone and be open enough to let her do the same with him. She wanted aggressive sex, not gentle, polite or altogether civilized. She was sick to death of civilized.

His brows raised in surprise and a primal light flamed in his deep blue eyes.

“Surprised?” she asked.

“Yes. I thought you’d be the missionary type. Not so it seems.”

“No.”

“You want to show me how bad you can be, Laurel ?” Mac said in a voice that sent shivers down her spine.

From the book: Manhandling
By: Karen Anders
Imprint and Series: Harlequin Blaze
Publication Date: 10/04
ISBN: 0-373-79158-5
Copyright ©: 2004
By Karen Alarie

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