SYNOPSIS
Sweet
Sophie Harlow hasn't had sex in almost two years...
Before
she turns thirty, she's determined to end her dry spell.
Sexy
Lucas Sinclair finds himself in a bar sitting right next to Sophie and her best
friend as they strategize on how to get Sophie back in the proverbial saddle.
Unable to stop listening to their hysterical conversation, when he sees the
face and body that belongs to Sophie's voice, he makes plans to help an
unknowing Sophie along on her quest.
He
pursues her with everything at his disposal, but when she realizes exactly what
she’s dealing with, Sophie is determined to be the one woman he doesn't get. Already
experienced in relationships with wealthy egomaniacs, she wants nothing to do
with his type.
When
he invades her space, she's helpless to resist the chemistry between them.
Will Lucas destroy her heart, or will he be her
bliss? 
EXCERPT
“Do you remember what happened to me the last time I
took your advice?” Sophie demanded heatedly. “No, absolutely not. Keep it to
yourself.”
“You’re going about this all wrong,” her friend
continued, ignoring her. “You can work this to your advantage.”
...
Liz shook her head and smiled wickedly. “My love, it
benefits you because you have the chance for revenge.”
"While he's making your life miserable, you can
turn his into a living hell. Remember, you have the vagina. It is mysterious
and magical and has goddess-like qualities. You think it was really Helen of
Troy's face that launched a thousand ships? That might had been a small part of
it, but I guarantee you that what was between her legs launched entire fleets.
You have the power, you just need to learn how to use it wisely."
Sophie gave her a dour look. "He is not getting
my vagina—again," she amended at Liz's incredulous hoot.
"Sophie, my child, you are not listening to me.
You don't give it, that's the whole point. You tempt and then giveth not. Guaranteed
to drive him nuts. You might as well try to have fun with this."
Liz's
insane words slowly sank in. She looked at her friend thoughtfully. "You
know what? I'm probably going to regret this, but you may be onto something.
Where do we start?"
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Delia
Foster fell in love with love after discovering her mother's old Harlequin
novels in the garage--at the tender age of twelve. Her hobbies include writing,
reading, copious amounts of wine, and a serious addiction to handbags (it's
bad). She lives in Texas with her family and two fur babies.
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