Cindi Myers

What Phoebe Wants


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      Dear Reader,

      We’ve all had those days when nothing seems to go our way. Days when our work is full of jerks, PMS, hair that won’t behave and cars that don’t run. “If we were in charge,” we say, “things would be different!”

      My heroine Phoebe Frame has had one day too many like this and decides to do something about it. Writing in first person, I felt as though I was an observer along for the ride, taking dictation as Phoebe set out to exact revenge and make the kind of life she’s always wanted for herself. And believe me, I never knew what Phoebe was going to do next!

      I hope you enjoy reading about “our” adventure! Let me know what you think of this story—I always love to hear from readers. E-mail me at [email protected]. And stop by my Web site at www.cindimyers.com to see what’s new with me.

      Happy reading!

      Cindi Myers

      “Get your hands off of me!”

      “You’re the one who ran into me, lady.” He was quite tall and, in a better mood, I probably would have thought he was handsome.

      We glared at each other, neither one wanting to be the first to look away. However, as much fun as this was, I had tons of work to finish.

      The thing to do was act calm and collected. Ms. Cool. “If you’re here to see the doctor, his office is back there.” I pointed down the hallway.

      “Actually, I’m looking for a Phoebe Frame.” The man glanced around. “Maybe you could point me in the right direction and I promise to stay out of your way.”

      “Phoebe Frame?” Ooh, this day was improving by leaps and bounds…not. “I’m Phoebe.” I cleared my throat. “And you are…?”

      “Jeff Fischer. My friends call me Jeff, but you can call me Mr. Fischer.”

      Wonderful. This was the software specialist I would be working with—closely. Young, too good-looking and a delightful attitude. Could things possibly get better?

      What Phoebe Wants

      Cindi Myers

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      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Cindi Myers believes in love at first sight, good chocolate, cold champagne, that people who don’t like animals can’t be trusted and that God obviously has a sense of humor. She also believes in writing fun, sexy romances about people she hopes readers will fall in love with. In addition to writing, Cindi enjoys reading, quilting, gardening, hiking and downhill skiing. She lives in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado with her husband (whom she met on a blind date and agreed to marry six weeks later) and two spoiled dogs.

      Books by Cindi Myers

      HARLEQUIN FLIPSIDE

      10—LIFE ACCORDING TO LUCY

      HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION

      902—IT’S A GUY THING!

      935—SAY YOU WANT ME

      HARLEQUIN BLAZE

      82—JUST 4 PLAY

      118—RUMOR HAS IT

      For Pam Hopkins who never gave up on this one.

      And special thanks to Wanda Ottewell for giving Phoebe a chance.

      Contents

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

      1

      MY GRANDMOTHER ALWAYS TOLD ME, you make your own luck. As if luck was something that could be baked like a cake or sewn like a shirt. Of course, my cakes could be used as first base down at the ballpark, and my ninth-grade home-ec class voted me “girl most likely to do bodily harm with a sewing machine.” This could explain why I haven’t had much luck lately, of any kind.

      Which would you say is worse: being dumped by your husband who then takes up with a twenty-four-year-old