Jo Leigh - Definitely Naughty

Single Gal Seeks Naughty Inspiration

Aubrey Hayes @windowUndresser

Window dressing at Le Muse lingerie = best job ever. LOVE. But must design The Ultimate Window Display Of Hot Sex before Xmas. #panic 24h

A Hot Guys Trading Card just fell from the sky. Could this beautiful piece of man be my muse? It’s raining men. #hallelujah 23h

OMFG, Detective Liam Flynn even hotter in person. May explode into a million pieces of lusty lady bits. #HandcuffMeNow 15h

It’s on. Have convinced the über-hot cop to be my naughty muse until Xmas. Two weeks of sex, here I come! *ahem* 14h

Muse Plan already working. Creative juices flowing. And Detective Liam Hotness is the best “inspiration” ever. Owe the Fates BIG time. 8h

But I only have him until Christmas. Keep it together, Aubrey—and DON’T fall for him. #SexNotLove 3m

Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women.

Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon

www.millsandboon.co.uk/cosmo

To the fabulous Breetel, Yael and Debbi—you guys rock!

And to my editor Birgit Davis-Todd for always being in my corner.

Dear Reader,

Did you know trading cards aren’t just for sports anymore? There are all kinds. For movie and television shows, comic books, music…you can even collect history trading cards. What they don’t have is Trading Cards for women. One man per card, all the really important stats and preferences listed on the back. Like…is he Marry/Date/One Night Stand material?

In Definitely Naughty, the trading cards are real, but window dresser Aubrey Hayes doesn’t know about them until one literally falls into her hands. It’s serendipity at its sexy best, as Aubrey decides Detective Liam Flynn is destined to be her inspiration as she designs a sexy Christmas holiday window. The poor man doesn’t know that he’s about to embark on the craziest and best adventure of his life.

I’ve always loved twist of fate stories. And no doubt about it, I’m a romantic at heart. Writing for Cosmo’s Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon combined two of my favorite things and was more fun than I ever imagined. I’m wild about New York, men who serve and protect, and women who don’t need a man to be happy, but know that it helps…if he’s the right one.

I’d love to hear from you at http://www.joleigh.com, or at my tumblr blog at http://www.tumblr.com/blog/joleighwrites/.

Cheers!

Jo Leigh

Definitely Naughty

Jo Leigh

Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women.

Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon

www.millsandboon.co.uk/cosmo

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Jo Leigh is from Los Angeles and always thought she’d end up living in Manhattan like any good Cosmo girl should. 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 www.joleigh.comor contact her at joleigh@joleigh.com.

Books by Jo Leigh

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178—HUSH

227—MINUTE BY MINUTE

265—CLOSER…

289—RELENTLESS

301—RELEASE

313—RECKONING

345—KIDNAPPED!

386—COMING SOON

398—HAVE MERCY

424—MS. MATCH

516—SEXY MS. TAKES

571—SHIVER

628—HOTSHOT

665—CHOOSE ME

671—HAVE ME

677—WANT ME

730—LYING IN BED

752—ALL THE RIGHT MOVES

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Even Florence killing “Shake It Out” couldn’t pull Aubrey Hayes out of her funk. She balled up her latest sketch and tossed it atop the pile of previously crumpled drawings that cascaded out of her trash can like a river of failure. She should have brought in the Dumpster from outside just to handle the night’s work. A glance at her watch told her the store had been closed for twenty minutes and that the inspiration she’d sought at the old drafting table her boss, Yvonne, had shoved in the corner of the stockroom had deserted her like a rat on a sinking ship. She might as well give it up before she imploded into a puddle of dark curls and red lipstick.

She grabbed her bag, slapped her fedora on her head, wrapped a stripy scarf around her neck and kicked her way out of the mess she’d made. At least the one on the floor. The mess she’d made of her life would take a bit more work. She’d heard about a monastery in upstate New York. Were there female monks? Was the vow of silence a deal breaker?

Aubrey slipped on her coat and made her way into the store proper, where the girl-on-girl mannequin display she’d set up last week caught her eye. The lingerie was part of the Deco collection. Two styles, both see-through bra and panty sets with detailing to die for. She’d been pleased that Yvonne had approved of her decision to position the two girls a hairsbreadth away from a steamy kiss. Equally pleased that a complementary duo had been installed in the men’s department, but with dudes, of course.

That was her boss all over. Groundbreaking, savvy and always standing at the very edge of a cliff, whether she was mounting risqué displays or building a whole new empire of lingerie stores to rival La Perla and Agent Provocateur. Yvonne’s risk-taking had gotten Aubrey her job. A quirky window display at a Brooklyn boutique had caught Yvonne’s attention last August. The fall window design for Le Muse—daring and different enough to catch the eye of anyone walking down Broadway—had been her triumphant debut.

Yvonne’s voice scared the bejesus out of her as she reached the front door. “Aubrey, my love, I meant to come see you. How are things coming along?”

Panic blossomed like a mushroom cloud. “Great,” she lied, hoping against hope that her high voice didn’t give her away. Although next to Yvonne’s elegant French accent, Aubrey always sounded like the hick she was.

“Of course it is. I know it will be fantastic, but the suspense is driving me mad.”

“Me, too,” Aubrey whispered, then called out, “Have a great night.”

“You, as well.”

It took longer to lock up because of her shaky fingers, but finally she was outside, the sounds of Manhattan soothing her more than a hot bath. She might have been raised in a flyspeck town in Utah, but the minute she’d walked off the plane at JFK, wow, four years ago, she’d found home.

God, she needed a drink or seven. It wasn’t even nine yet, so she had a good chance of getting the roomies together for cocktails. She could always count on Sanjula and Caro for support when her own life went up in flames.