You never know who will end up in your bed…
NYC in the summer is unbearable. So when a former coworker invites Allie McDonald to stay at his family’s “summer home” (read: rich manor) for two weeks, how can she say no? She may end up spending most of her time avoiding his not-so-subtle advances—but his ridiculously hot brother, Jonas Meyer, will be there, too….
And Jonas has a seriously fine physique. Allie gets a sneak preview one night when she accidentally crawls into his bed and discovers, uh…wow. Now she’s running from one guy while seducing his brother with some super-sexy vintage lingerie and a little inspiration. And with (almost) nothing to hide, Allie also has nothing to lose!
“Let’s start here…”
Jonas’s lips were soft, responsive, warm. Allie closed her eyes to concentrate on their shape, their taste, the change between the moist curves of his mouth and the smooth skin of his cheeks and chin, delicious contact that shot shivers through her body.
He let her keep leading the pace and their movements. Jonas Meyer, who had all the power associated with his wealth, breeding and connections, was leaving Little Brooklyn Allie in control.
Very gradually she started to rock back and forth over the thin fabric of his shorts, continuing to explore his mouth, without kissing him full-on or deeply. Always hold something back.
Jonas inhaled through his teeth. Allie let her head drop back, riding him, eyes still closed, taking her pleasure.
“Allie.” He’d bent forward, murmured against her throat. “You’re making me crazy.”
You’re making me crazy, too.
She had to work harder and harder to appear calm. Her breath caught in little gasps, and her thighs began to tremble. Not the plan. Not what was supposed to—
To hell with the plan.
Dear Reader,
I have always been fascinated by what draws people to one another, and often wondered why we should have to fall for people who aren’t right for us. Wouldn’t it be nice if you were only attracted to the perfect partner? In Nothing to Hide, part of The Wrong Bed miniseries, I had a lot of fun mixing up the chemistry among my quartet of heroes and heroines before guiding them to the person they were meant to love.
For the perfect setting, I stumbled over Lake George, NY, in an online article about a summer lake house. It turned out to be just the elegant playground I wanted for the wealthy Meyer brothers Jonas and Erik, and just the kind of place least comfortable for Allie and Sandra, the two feisty women they bring there for a hot, crazy and somewhat confusing week.
Finally, I threw in absolutely gorgeous clothing from the 1920s and 1940s left in the house by Jonas and Erik’s grandmother and great-grandmother. I had so much fun researching these fabulous pieces. I hope you enjoy the creative and seductive way my clothing designer heroine Allie wears them!
Visit my website, www.isabelsharpe.com, for news and more.
Cheers,
Isabel Sharpe
Nothing to Hide
Isabel Sharpe
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Isabel Sharpe was not born pen in hand like so many of her fellow writers. After she quit work to stay home with her firstborn son and nearly went out of her mind, she started writing. After more than thirty novels for Mills & Boon, a second son and eventually a new, improved husband, Isabel is more than happy with her choices these days. She loves hearing from readers. Write to her at www.isabelsharpe.com.
To my wonderful new brothers- and sisters-in-law,
John and Nicky, David and Mary, Matt and Lisa,
and Seth and Bridie.
You couldn’t have made me feel more welcome
to the family.
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“I STILL CAN’T believe I was fired. Everyone loved my work. They told me so every day. Well, okay, most days.” Allie McDonald paced from one end of her and Julie’s living room to the other, which took about four and a half steps. You had to love the wide-open spaces of Manhattan apartments. She could pace the kitchen standing still. “Clients loved my ideas, too. I heard a hundred times how their products or services really popped in the pieces I designed. And most of all, it makes no sense that they’d let me go and keep old whatshername, who everyone hated, even though she’s been there forever.”
“Yeah?” Her roommate sedately turned a page of Saveur magazine, her long legs tucked under her on their bright red couch. “Get over it.”
“I know, I know, you’re sick of me.” Allie stopped pacing and shoved her hands through her long hair. Her bangs were getting caught on her eyelashes. At least she could hack those off herself. The rest could just keep growing until she got another job. With luck she wouldn’t look like Rapunzel by then. “I’ve been whining about this for the past week.”
“Have you?” Julie turned another page, examining it with apparent fascination. “Honestly, I stopped listening after the first four or five hundred times.”
Allie cracked up. A native New Yorker through and through, Julie Turner talked tough but she’d walk through lava to help those she loved. They’d been roommates and fast friends at the Rhode Island School of Design—Allie with a full scholarship, Julie with a full tuition check from Mom and Dad—and had found this apartment through one of Julie’s parents’ friends.