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Name: Dr. Daniel Cassidy
Marry, date or one-night stand: The rarest of all...marry.
Warning: Gold diggers, keep your distance.
Bottom line: Perfect for playing a naughty game of doctor.
PI Lisa McCabe just found the perfect man. Dr. Daniel Cassidy is 100 percent hotness. Unfortunately, Daniel’s Hot Guys Trading Card doesn’t belong to Lisa. It belongs to another woman who’s hired Lisa to go undercover and get the real scoop on Dr. Delish.
Lisa should keep her distance and stay professional. She certainly shouldn’t have hot, lust-filled sex with the subject of her investigation. Especially because Lisa knows never to get too close to anyone...especially a sexy doctor who’s hiding secrets.
“You’re a very distracting woman...”
The kiss was glorious. A stroke of his tongue at the front of her upper palate, a nip on her bottom lip. Then Daniel pressed against her as he thrust into her mouth, their rhythm perfectly in sync, possessive, unguarded and hot as hell.
Lisa moaned when he brought his hand between them and cupped her breast.
“Shh,” he whispered. “Don’t make a sound.”
She was so wired, she could probably start electrical fires. The door might be locked, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t be discovered. Public sex wasn’t her thing, but this? Her breathlessness was a sure sign that she was up for the challenge.
He was quicker than her. He’d opened the top button of her jeans, and he was starting to push them down her hips. A moment later he gave each cheek a squeeze she’d remember for a while.
Quickly she had his belt open, button undone and zipper down.
“The rest is up to you, Dr. Cassidy...”
Intrigue Me is the sixth book of the It’s Trading Men! miniseries, and I’ve enjoyed writing them so much. But another miniseries has been calling me, so this will be the last of the trading card novels, at least for a while.
My heroine, Lisa, is a wounded ex-cop who’s now an undercover private eye. The hero, Daniel, is the Hot Guy she’s investigating while he’s working at a Bronx free clinic. They think it’s just a physical attraction. It can’t turn into anything more. Daniel doesn’t even know her real name! But the best laid plans...
Just thinking about their rocky road from no-strings nights to life-changing confessions, and how they help each other grow and open up to love gives me goosebumps.
Some books just get under my skin, and Daniel and Lisa’s story is one of those. I hope it becomes one of those for you, too.
You can write to me at [email protected], or find me on Twitter @Jo_Leigh.
Sincerely,
Jo Leigh
Intrigue Me
Jo Leigh
JO LEIGH is from Los Angeles and always thought she’d end up living in Manhattan. So how did she end up in Utah in a tiny town with a terrible internet connection being bossed around by a house full of rescued cats and dogs? What the heck, she says, predictability is boring. Jo has written more than forty-five novels for Mills & Boon. Visit her website at joleigh.com or contact her at [email protected].
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LISA MCCABE MADE sure no one was close enough to overhear her before she answered her brother’s call. “What is it, Logan?”
“Where are you?” he asked. “Why are you whispering?”
“The Moss Street free clinic in the Bronx.” She scanned the crowded waiting room again. “I’m checking out someone for our Hot Guys Trading Cards client.”
“What about the Murphy divorce? I need that wrapped up today. They go to court next week.”
“I typed up the report yesterday. The file’s on your desk.” She caught a glimpse of a tall man in scrubs and pulled a folded paper out of her purse.
“I don’t see it.”
“Did you check your in-box?” she asked. For a man who was on the verge of taking his security firm to