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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: When a sleazy con-man steals Lucy Hart's last dollar and leaves her handcuffed, stark naked, and in the shower, she figures life's thrown her about all the curves it can dish out. That is until a bounty hunter named Rider comes to her rescue. Well ... sort of. He thinks she's in cahoots with the thief, so he frees her from her rather revealing position, only to snap the cuffs on her again and drag her off into the night! Lucy's not sure who the real bad boy is ... the con or the sexy-as-sin man who keeps her cuffed and blindfolded. But there's no doubt about it ... the temperature's rising and Lucy's in for the ride of her life.

eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: Amber Quill Press, LLC, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2003

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [108 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [113 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [77 KB] , Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [298 KB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [85 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [130 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [143 KB] , hiebook (KML) [245 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [143 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [71 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [89 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [132 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [119 KB]
Words: 26638
Reading time: 76-106 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

"A hook--? I am not a hooker! I'm an innocent victim. I was robbed."

"Mm-hmm, that's what they all say."

"It's true! My name is Lucy Hart. I'm a waitress at the Last Chance Diner. I'm a completely respectable person. I pay my bills. I--I--I have a library card!"

"Sure, whatever you say, honey."

"I am not your honey. Now get me free, you hear me? Or I'll scream. I swear I will. And Mr. Sanchez will come over with his shotgun and he'll blow a hole right through you. You'll end up with only one testicle, or maybe none. Then you'll be sorry you didn't help me--you'll be sorry you were a rude, ogling cretin instead of a nice, helpful gentleman."

"I told you"--his voice moved closer--"I never claimed to be a gentleman." She felt a tug at her breast that sent a weird pleasure/pain sensation through her. But then, with a soft snap, one of the nipple clamps was pulled free. "Ouch, damn it! That hurts," she cried. But when a warm, callused finger smoothed across the tip of her breast, an entirely different sensation coursed through her. It was like boiling magma shooting through her, starting in her aching breast, and spreading all the way to her womanly core. Her body jolted in response. "Stop that!" she gasped. "How dare you touch me."

"Oh, I dare," he rumbled. "If you don't want it touched, you shouldn't put it on display."