Double Take
Getting under her skin…
When her research about orgasms goes viral, sex therapist Lindsey Smith needs a place to lie low. Substitute teaching on Wild Boar Island, Michigan, promises not only privacy, but an opportunity to not think about sex. Which, thanks to the town’s too-tasty police chief, lasts exactly one second.
After the dangerous streets of Chicago, Mike Santori figured the island was a safe, sane place to settle down. Getting hot for the new teacher wasn’t in the plan. Especially when he discovers that Lindsey is more than she claims to be. Mike decides to use every sexy trick in the book to strip Lindsey of her defenses and reveal all of her secrets. It’s a wickedly sensuous journey, one that pushes both of them beyond their limits…to the heart of their desires.
Praise for
New York Times
Bestselling
Author Leslie Kelly
“Sexy, funny and a little outrageous,
Leslie Kelly is a must read!”
—
New York Times
bestselling author Carly Phillips
“Leslie Kelly is a rising star of romance!”
—#1
New York Times
bestselling author
Debbie Macomber
“Kelly succeeds with this sexy story,
keeping the tension high.”
—
RT Book Reviews
on
Waking Up to You
“Kelly is a top writer,
and this is another excellent book. 4 ½ stars.”
—
RT Book Reviews
on
Play with Me
“A hip contemporary romance packed with
great one-liners! 4 ½ stars.”
—
RT Book Reviews
on
Terms of Surrender
“Whoa baby,
Overexposed
is hot stuff!
Ms. Kelly employs a great deal of heart and humor
to achieve balance with this incendiary romance.
Great characters, many of whom fans
will recognize, and a vibrant narrative kept
this reader glued to each and every word.
Overexposed
is without a doubt one of the
better Blaze books I have read to date.”
—
The Romance Reader’s Connection
Dear Reader,
Although I have written more than fifty books over the past decade, I have never stopped feeling a special fondness for the stories about a very special family, the Santoris of Chicago. I wrote the first Santori story way back in 2001. The hero’s name was Joe, he was the second oldest in a family of six kids, and he was a blue collar construction worker who fell in love with a sweet-natured teacher. I loved Joe from day one and still consider him one of my best heroes.
I never intended to write more stories about the family, until a couple of years later, when readers began asking me what had happened to all those siblings. So I did a cute little story about Lucas, the third son. I really enjoyed writing that story, and so I came up with stories for all the siblings. The last one came out in 2008. Since then, I’ve occasionally referred to the clan or had a family member pop up in another, unrelated book, but I’d never really focused on them again until last year. Readers seemed to want more of this big Italian family, and I decided to explore the idea of another branch on the Santori family tree. Deciding on a family with three sons, I had a fantastic time writing about Leonardo (Leo,
Lying in Your Arms
), Rafael (Rafe,
A Soldier’s Christmas
) and Michaelangelo (Mike,
Double Take)
. I loved these big, strong, sexy guys and the women who tamed them.
You might have noticed that the stories do not take place in Chicago. I intended to revisit the family, but wanted these books to have a very different feel from the original six. That’s why these three Santori boys find love outside of Chicago, and why you don’t see a lot of the “old” characters (though, the appearance of the twins, Nick and Mark, in this book, is one of my favorite scenes!)
I hope you enjoy getting to visit with this big, crazy family again. Who knows? Maybe in a few years we’ll see what the next generation of Santori men is up to!
Happy reading!
Leslie
LESLIE KELLY
Double Take
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times
bestselling
author Leslie Kelly has written dozens of books and novellas for the Harlequin
Blaze, Temptation and HQN lines. Known for her sparkling dialogue, fun
characters and steamy sensuality, she has been honored with numerous awards,
including a National Readers’ Choice Award, a Colorado Award of Excellence, a
Golden Quill and an
RT Book Reviews
Career
Achievement Award in Series Romance. Leslie has also been nominated four times
for the highest award in romance fiction, the RWA RITA® Award. Leslie lives in
Maryland with her own romantic hero, Bruce, and their daughters.
Visit her online at
www.lesliekelly.com
or at her blog,
www.plotmonkeys.com
.
Books by Leslie Kelly
HARLEQUIN BLAZE
347—OVEREXPOSED
369—ONE WILD
WEDDING NIGHT
402—SLOW HANDS
408—HEATED RUSH
447—BLAZING
BEDTIME STORIES
“My,
What a Big…You Have!”
501—MORE BLAZING BEDTIME
STORIES
“Once Upon a
Mattress”
521—PLAY WITH ME
537—BLAZING BEDTIME STORIES, VOLUME
V
“A Prince of a
Guy”
567—ANOTHER WILD WEDDING NIGHT
616—TERMS OF
SURRENDER
650—IT HAPPENED ONE CHRISTMAS
663—ONCE UPON A
VALENTINE
“Sleeping
with a Beauty”
689—BLAZING MIDSUMMER NIGHTS
723—LET IT SNOW…
“The Prince Who Stole
Christmas”
747—WAKING UP TO YOU
767—LYING IN YOUR ARMS
776—A
SOLDIER’S CHRISTMAS
“I’ll Be Home for Christmas”
To get the inside scoop on
Harlequin Blaze and its talented writers, be sure to check out
www.blazeauthors.com
.
To my dear old high school friends
Lori, Kim, Linda, Rick, Ed, Chris…and so many others.
I’m so thankful for the memories we made so long ago and the new ones we’re creating today.
Prologue
“W
E
’
RE
ASKING
YOU
to take an extended leave of absence.”
Lindsey Smith flinched, even though she had expected the words. She had, in fact, steeled herself for them before she’d taken a seat across from her boss, eminent psychotherapist Walter Ross, of the Ross, Riley and Wilhelm Wellness Center. She had to wonder if the other two partners had drawn the long straws, leaving Ross to take care of “their little problem.”
“It’s not that serious,” she argued, but in her head she was screaming,
This is so serious, your reputation is crap!
“It will die down.”
“So you’ve been saying, Dr. Smith. But that was before you became the subject of a
Jeopardy!
question.”
Well, in her opinion, being on
Jeopardy!
had been kind of awesome, though she wasn’t going to tell her employer that. “But...”
“And today I was informed you’re the subject of a me-me.”
“A what-what?”
Ross pushed a sheet of paper toward her across his desk, using only the tips of his fingers, as if the paper offended him.
She scanned the sheet. Huh.
She
was the one who should be offended. Her picture appeared on the page, over and over, each time with a witty—but so not funny—quip. She read, “Had an orgasm while blinking,” and, “Comes when going,” before snapping, “It’s pronounced
meem
.”
“However you say the word, it reflects badly on us all.”
“You read my dissertation before you hired me.”
He nodded. “I know. It was fine research. Your work with patients with sexual disorders has been outstanding.”
But not outstanding enough for them to defend her when she caught some unpleasant attention. Oh, sure, at first her bosses had enjoyed the publicity when excerpts of her dissertation on women’s ability to climax merely via mental stimulation had hit the media. But when the
Today
show got on it, followed by the tabloids, they’d tensed up.
Things got worse when the internet fell on her head. “Thinkgasm,” the word she’d used to describe mind-initiated climax, had trended on Twitter and she’d become a laughingstock.
Now, because of a game-show question and a stupid meme, they were abandoning her to deal with it on her own. During her “leave of absence,” they’d undoubtedly be watching like Big Brother to see if she could stay “clean” enough to renew their association with her sometime in the future. All because she took seriously what so many found funny: female orgasms.
So much for being a champion for women taking control of their lives, their bodies and their sexuality. Her own life was spinning out of control, courtesy of the man in front of her and other men just like him. It infuriated her.
If there was one thing Lindsey hated, it was being made to feel powerless to shape her own destiny.
Been there, done that
. She’d fought hard to make sure nobody had that kind of dominance over her. Only to come to this.
Ross pasted on his calm, therapist smile. “It’ll be all right, Dr. Smith. Just try to stay out of the limelight, and in a couple of months we’ll revisit things. Why don’t you go away for a while? Leave Chicago. Go somewhere quiet, remote, where your name isn’t going to grab such immediate attention.”
“Where might that be?” she asked, not hiding her sarcasm. “The dark side of the moon?”
It seemed everybody and his uncle had heard her name, and cracked-up over the
silly
idea that a woman’s imaginings could be enough to give her physical, sexual pleasure. Could there be a place left in the country where she wasn’t a joke, where she could live in anonymity and protect her privacy from prying eyes and gossipy rumor mills?
She honestly didn’t know. But considering she was temporarily unemployed, heartsick and living under a spotlight, it was time to find out.