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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Directing Claire--Shara Lanel: Devon Marceau, Special Agent for the FBI, thinks horoscopes are a crock, especially this morning's, which tells him that today he'll find love. Yeah, right! Forget love, just give him Scott Creighton, the big bad he's been chasing for years. It looks like the man's about to slip through Devon's fingers again, unless he can convince his sexy receptionist to take on a role that certainly is not in her job description. Claire Reed is a writer and a romantic, so when her horoscope tells her to take a risk, she steps up to the challenge. Sure, she can play the lead starlet in a porn movie, even though she's never acted before. Especially if that means starring opposite her sexy boss, Devon. What she doesn't bargain for are the men with guns watching her every move and getting far too engrossed in their little performance, or how far she and Devon might have to go to keep Creighton from suspecting a set-up. Good thing kissing Devon in her underwear is such an enjoyable activity, even with the cameras rolling. Heart's Desire--Mackenzie Reed: It's been three years since Cassidy DeWitt has seen Nicholas Kinkaide. Three years since the man she loved wholeheartedly had made passionate love to her under the stars, taken her home, and then vanished into thin air. Her heart in pieces, Cassidy isn't prepared for Nicholas's return or his explanation for where he's been. When Nicholas sets eyes on Cassidy again, his heart races, and his body responds. Too bad she's mad as hell and won't listen to his explanation about where he's been the past three years. The night he and Cassidy affirmed their love for each other, Nick's life changed forever--but not in the way he expected. Even now, Nick knows what he did was right, but it cost him the most precious thing: Cassidy. Now he's back and he plans to court the lady of his desire and win her back. With a little help from Madame Zorkoff, the carnival fortuneteller, Nicholas storms the walls of Cassidy's heart. Will this stubborn Gemini learn to love his Aquarian hide once again or are they doomed to be apart forever?

eBook Publisher: Atlantic Bridge/Liquid Silver Books, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2005

This eBook is part of the following series:

• The Zodiac Series

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Words: 28188
Reading time: 80-112 min.
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ISBN: ISBN 1-59578-126-9

Devon Marceau flicked the newspaper closed and laid it on the pockmarked desk in front of him. The cavernous, near-empty warehouse magnified the sound of the crinkling paper as well as the tinny voices emanating from the black and white TV his partner Jim watched. Jim sat on a canvas folding chair near the large rolling doors at the rear of the building. He smoked a cigarette and seemed oblivious to the bad reception as he concentrated on Seinfeld reruns. Devon swore he could smell the Marlboro smoke from where his desk was, yards away, near the "movie set" and the side emergency exit.

That was probably the ex-smoker in him longing for a puff. Times like these, when the waiting for action went on for days, the craving for a cigarette grew into an obsession. He glanced at the Motorola cell phone on the Formica top of the cheap desk, willing it to ring. It didn't. It had been two weeks now without a bite.

Devon sighed. It was about time to pack it in. This sting wasn't going to take.

The only thing distracting him from the foul mood caused by weeks of manpower going to waste was the glossy black hair cascading down his receptionist's back.

Claire Reed was the one innocent civvie on this job. She'd been hired from a temp agency to answer the public phone if it ever rang, which was highly unlikely since they weren't in any phone book, and to look pretty if anyone ever came to the "studio" unannounced. The plan was for her to be long gone before the action started--if it ever started, which seemed more and more unlikely with each passing day.

Yeah, if only he could see more of Claire from her perch at the front desk. That would take his mind off Scott Creighton slipping through his grasp once again. He clenched his fist and thumped it against the desk. His partner didn't react to the echoing sound--he was used to Devon's little outbursts. But the delectable morsel at the front peeked over her shoulder and gave him a dirty look. Then her big brown eyes went dreamy and she went back to typing on her laptop.

The warehouse had weird acoustics, causing some sounds to magnify while others were muffled, like Claire's voice whenever he heard her talking into her cell phone. Devon had interviewed her for the job personally, letting her know that they were waiting for investors, that she didn't have to worry--they'd pay her no matter what, that she'd likely be bored to tears so she could bring a book or whatever to pass the time. She'd looked suspicious at first and had asked a lot of questions--Devon's answers had remained on the vague side--but then she'd seemed gleeful. He later discovered her secret passion. During her second day on the job, she'd brought in her laptop and set to typing.

"What are you working on?" Devon had asked, glancing at the door beyond her, still antsy that Creighton might show up unannounced before they were ready.

"The great American novel."

"Huh?" He turned back to her. God, he itched to run his fingers through her luxurious hair.

She laughed, a light, feminine laugh that stirred his blood. "A romance really. I like happy endings."

Devon shook his head at the memory, coming back to the too-dull present. He didn't believe in happy endings, any more than he believed in the horoscopes on the back page of the paper in front of him. He'd known too many bad people in his life. But he didn't tell Claire that. He didn't want to take that light out of her eyes, and she had continued typing, day after day, filling up pages.

One evening when he'd said good-night, she'd been smiling, almost laughing. "I can't believe I'm getting paid to work on my book. Thank you so much!"

At least one person was happy with this waiting game.

Picking up the paper, he glanced at the horoscope section just to pass the time. The words came into focus. He was a Gemini, born June 5. His horoscope read: "Today you'll struggle with the dual sides of your Gemini personality. Loosen up and enjoy life. A phone call is a blessing and a curse. Venus smiles on you. Love is coming your way."

What a load of crap! Vague statements that any susceptible person could bend to fit their life. Well, not him. That damn phone call was what he'd been waiting two weeks for, and if it didn't come today, they might as well wrap up this gig. And forget love--who needed the aggravation? Hearts and flowers certainly didn't fit into his life, when he was undercover half the time and in danger the rest.

Claire rose from her chair and stretched, turning as she did so, giving him a nice view of perky breasts under a tight pink sweater buttoned to the very top. He so wanted to undo two, maybe three of those pearly buttons, to see the creamy olive skin beneath.

She walked toward him, hips swaying, gray skirt touching the tops of her knees, sensible low heels clicking on the cement floor. What was the matter with him that the librarian look stirred his libido?

"Mr. Marceau," she began.

"Devon, please."

She blushed. She had almond-shaped brown eyes, light brown lashes, and arched brows, but the facial feature Devon couldn't keep his eyes off of was her luscious red lips. They were the most perfectly shaped lips he'd ever seen in his life and all he could imagine was covering them with his mouth and sliding them open with his tongue.