Bedroom
Eyes & Perfect Match
By: Hailey North
First
Time in Digital
Releasing
Feb 24th & March 10th
Avon
Boudoir Lies...
Overworked tax attorney Penelope Sue
fields never had time for romance—so she invented a phantom lover named Raoul
to fill the gaping hole in her love life. But all it takes is one chance
encounter with hunky undercover cop Tony Olano in a New Orleans elevator, and
Penelope is ready to give her fantasy man the boot in favor of the flesh and
blood, rippling muscled real thing. Now if only he would notice her.
Bedroom Eyes...
Badboy-turned-cop Tony Olano can’t
help but notice the dreamy-eyed lawyer—she’s not only desirable, she’s a
suspect in his ongoing criminal investigation! And that’s where grandmotherly
Mrs. Maebelle Merlin comes in. A well-meaning meddler, Mrs. Merlin’s prepared
to use mystical arts to unite the “all-work-no-play” lady lawyer and the sexy,
sensitive lawman. Trouble is that her spell goes seriously awry, leaving Tony
and Penelope to forge their own tumultuous path to good old-fashioned passion.
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BEDROOM
EYES
by Hailey North
Excerpt:
“Oh,
Tony,” Penelope cried out, “Raoul was never like this.”
“Raoul?” Tony stilled his kisses, lifted his
head, and gazed toward her face, a face intensely passionate, intensely
concentrated on the pleasure he’d been giving her. Dragging the name out into
three syllables, he said, “Raoul? Who’s he?”
“Oh, nobody,” she said, opening her eyes and
looking rather sheepishly at him.
Tony stroked the side of her thigh. “Your
mama never told you not to talk about other guys?” He was too excited to be
annoyed…yet.
“Raoul’s not just another guy.”
“Oh, no?” Tony edged up on his elbows. “Then
who the hell is he?”
“Oh!” Penelope seemed to snap back to the
reality around her. She blinked, then said, “Raoul’s not another man. He’s um,
he’s…well, he’s a figment of my imagination.”
“Uh-huh.” Tony didn’t feel too impressed by
that explanation. She might have started off the reference to this mystery man
with a less than favorable comparison, but Tony wasn’t into any
compare-and-contrast point systems.
He wanted Penelope to think only of him.
Penelope pushed up on the pillows. “It’s
true. Raoul’s an invention of my imagination. He’s like a …” She waved one hand
in a slow circle, as if trying to whisk an explanation out of thin air. “…an imaginary lover to keep me from missing
all the things I’ve not had a chance to experience while I’ve been
concentrating on my career.”
“Such as?” Tony wanted to stop talking and
get back to business. The way he’d been pleasuring and kissing Penelope had him
so excited he couldn’t stand this interruption. But neither could he stand her
thinking of another guy.
She giggled, a bit nervously. Tony stroked
her beautifully flat stomach, then edged his hand higher, past her ribs, until
he captured first one breast, then the other.
She sighed and said, “This.”
He followed his hands with his lips, leaning
over her, claiming her, tasting her. When he could force himself to pause, he
lifted his mouth and said, “You mean this, for instance?”
She nodded.
He returned his lips to hers, to the warmth
and excitement of her mouth, her tongue responding to the dancing inquiry of
his own.
Then his tongue slowed as the messages she’d
been sending him filtered through the haze of desire ruling his mind. An imaginary lover. To make up for what
she’d never experienced. He added up her words, plus what she hadn’t said,
to what her almost-surprised reactions to his lovemaking signaled.
Lifting off her, he said very slowly and very
clearly, “Penelope, are you a virgin?”
While
Not Looking For Mr. Right...
Although she vows that she's locked
her heart and thrown away the key, ravishing red-headed Lauren Stevens suddenly
has several men vying to prove her wrong—and to win the right to set free her
passionate self. Button-down banker Oliver Gotho seems like a good candidate,
but it's Oliver's sexy brother Alistair who has invited the beautiful,
penniless free spirit to share his living space—temporarily, of course. She
thinks she should encourage the successful businessman brother, yet is it
Alistair with the oh-so-sensual magic touch who holds the key to her happiness?
Has
She Found Her Perfect Match?
Sexy, wise, and charismatic,
Alistair has offered Lauren a place to stay out of the goodness of his
heart—and certainly not because of her gorgeous eyes, luscious lips and
enchanting body. Lauren may entrance him, but it's time for him to find a
sensible woman to take to wife. And Lauren, with her penchant for peccadilloes,
spells nothing but trouble. But spring is in the balmy New Orleans air, and so
is love, as both Lauren and Alistair discover that the heart-pounding perfect
match isn't always the one knocking at the door…
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PERFECT
MATCH
by Hailey North (www.haileynorth.com)
Excerpt:
Alistair Gotho could crook a finger and have
any woman he wanted. She’d seen the evidence of his former lovers—why, she was
wearing a dress she’d found in one of his closets!
But who wanted her—a dyslexic, hyperactive,
unemployed doctoral student? Wistfully, almost afraid to ask the question, but
dying to know the answer, Lauren said, “If you were going to conjure your
perfect match, what would she be like?”
Alistair shifted closer. Waiting for his
response, her feelings of vulnerability mounted. She grabbed the hem of her
dress and started rolling the fabric between her fingers.
Alistair paused. His silent scrutiny only fed
her nervousness. Earlier, when he’d been kissing her, she hadn’t been at all
anxious, but holding her breath for his answer, plus remembering what he’d said
about taking up where they’d left off once they were alone, she was paralyzed.
What if she disappointed him? What if the feelings he’d roused in her last
night and again in the shop had been a fluke? What if she was a failure at
being with a man?
Yet, oddly enough, coupled with all her
fears, came the crazed wish that he would describe her to a “T” and then sweep
her into his arms and kiss her senseless.
“My perfect match?” The words rolled slowly
off his tongue even as he lifted one strand of her rich red hair. “Definitely a
redhead,” he said.
“Really?”
“Oh, yes.” He glanced away, then shifted his
gaze back. “Funny, but I’ve never dated a redhead before.”
Tracing his finger lightly over her forehead,
he said, “My perfect match is wise and witty.” His hand moved lower, hovering
above her breast. “And warm and loving,” he said.
“And kissable,” he added, lowering his lips
to hers.
Author Info
She has also created a three-book “afterlife” series that
celebrates creative, but accidentally dead, characters trying their darnedest
to win a second chance at life. North lives in Louisiana with her husband, her
food-centric Labrador Shelby and her two kindred-spirit felines, Ali Kat and
Rosa Pax.
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