The American Princess - Best Love Story Ever

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-1- BETTY-JO & BRAD Trifling with Breasts that don't
belong to you

-2- MERCURY Speed Bumps

-3- FELICITY READY A Love Child for Felicity

-4- VENUS Sex is Best with Someone You Love

-5- BETTY-JO CHANCE A Loveable Lover

-6- BETTY-JO CHANCE The Mystery Hero

-7- BRAD RAIDEN Something Bad

-8-...BRAD RAIDEN A Barracuda for a Minnow?

-9- BETTY-JO CHANCE & RICHARD WHITTLE Beware The Dung
Beetle

-10- BRAD RAIDEN & SANDRA MANDERVILLE You Sexy
Thing

-11- BRAD RAIDEN & SANDRA MANDERVILLE The Rain
Dance

-12- BETTY-JO CHANCE & THE DUNG BEETLE Richard Wins a
Party Favor

-13-.BRAD RAIDEN The Sixty Kilometers Per Hour
Club

-14- BETTY-JO CHANCE & JIM BOB O'HARA Goodbye
Virginity?

-15- BRAD & SANDRA MANDERVILLE Will You Walk into My
Parlor?

-16- BRAD RAIDEN & SANDRA MANDERVILLE Open
Sesame?

-17- BETTY-JO CHANCE & JIM BOB O'HARA Witchcraft in a
Pickup

-18- BRAD RAIDEN & SANDRA MANDERVILLE Souvenir
Panties

-19- BETTY-JO CHANCE Daddy's Girl

-20- BETTY-JO CHANCE & VICTOR Dirty Old
Robin

-21- BRAD RAIDEN & PUSSCAT Bull Fighting
PussCat

-22- BRAD RAIDEN Carolina Bound

-23- JIM BOB O'HARA Trouble

-24- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Capture a
Rainbow

-25- FELICITY READY The Real Enemy

-26- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN A Love for
Eternity

-27- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Forever a
Virgin?

-28- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Loony as Lemmings in
Love

-29- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Branding the Tawny
Cat

-30- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN A Tawny Working
Girl?

-31- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN The Perfect
Fit

-32- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN O'Hara's
Revenge

-33- BRAD RAIDEN A Hex on Happiness

-34- BETTY-JO CHANCE Drifting on Dreams

-35- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Training for
Glory

-36- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN A Sinister
Venus

-37- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Betty-Jo—A Tawny
Concubine?

-38- THE DUNG BEETLE Revenge

-39- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Goodbye
PussCat

-40- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Tough
Love

-41- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN What Price
Fame?

-42- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN A Tawny Mountain
Woman Fantasy

-43- BRAD RAIDEN Return of The Tooth Fairy

-44- BETTY-JO CHANCE Jealousy and Heartache

-45- BRAD RAIDEN & SANDRA MANDERVILLE A Fond
Farewell?

-46- BETTY-JO & BRAD Love, Trust and a Conniving Tooth
Fairy

-47- BETTY-JO CHANCE Dressing for Show

-48- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Moisture Conducts
Electricity

-49- FELICITY READY A Man for Felicity

-50- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN A Proposal—Raiden
Style

-51- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Every Male's Fondest
Fantasy

-52- BETTY-JO & BRAD Helen of Troy and a Tawny
Enchantress

-53- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Mr. Thirty Million
and One

-54- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Wedding Vows and
Jockey Shorts

-55- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Belting a Tawny
Cat

-56-.BETTY-JO CHANCE & LORD WORTHINGTON The Gray Ghost's
Warning

-57- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Grand Slam Sex
Appeal

-58- FELICITY READY Fight Fire With Fire

-59- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN Tawny—A Playboy
Centerfold?

-60- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN A Tawny
Exhibitionist

-61- FELICITY READY Payback Time

-62- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN A Tawny
Trophy

-63- FELICITY READY When the Moon is in the Eighth
House

-64- BRAD RAIDEN Protecting Tawny

-65- BETTY-JO CHANCE Return of The Dung
Beetle

-66- FELICITY READY A Blow for the Cause

-67- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN A Love Worth Dying
For

-68- BETTY-JO CHANCE & BRAD RAIDEN A Love for
Eternity

EPILOGUE

-1-

Brad Raiden clasped his hands together and
sank to his knees. "Bless you, Venus. You received my e-mail."

It was a balmy Monday afternoon, in September
of 94, at the Coastal Carolina University tennis courts, and Brad
was being undone by the impossibly beautiful woman whose life he
had saved six months earlier—but more than her beauty, there was a
joyousness that frolicked in her smile, and sparkled in her emerald
eyes. It was as if he was seeing a woman for the first time.

Is it really Venus who has brought us
together again? He didn't know. What he did know, was that the
tennis playing vision had to be a Darwinian creation, because
nobody could have created her in only a day. In simply bending to
pick up a ball, she conjured up an obvious need that tugged at him
without permission. He was a kamikaze moth being drawn to a moth
slayer's flame. I have to meet this moth slayer, but how? Guys hung
around her. One of them, a tough-looking football-hero type,
appeared to be especially tight with her.

Fortunately, Venus must have also received
his follow-up e-mail, because how else could he explain the moth
slayer's appearance in his economics class the next day. He moved
as close to her as he dared—and she took his breath away. I have to
meet this moth slayer, he thought, but how? He ran through his
options again. All were still bad.

* * *

When Betty-Jo Chance arrived for her
economics class on Thursday, she found hockey-playing Brad Raiden
lounging in the seat next to hers. Thanks to the Fox, she knew who
he was. A day earlier, her friend had dragged her to the varsity,
Gray Ghost's season opener, against the Florida State Lancers.
Then, with her skirt riding halfway up her
come-get-to-know-me-better thighs, the Fox had seated them two rows
behind the Gray Ghost bench.

Brad came in a magnificent package that
included looks, size, and a captivating grin—and he could play
hockey. He had the speed of a Custer at full charge, the wizardry
of a Picasso with his brush, and the fearlessness of a Mighty Mouse
in the nasty zone, that area in front of the opponent's net where
no mercy was expected, and none was given.

"How tall do you think Raiden is?" she'd
asked the Fox.

"Six one maybe."

"Good. I like my men to be taller than I am
when I'm wearing heels."

"Forget it, B-J. I saw him the other day.
I've already put him at the top of my
To Do
list." Then the
Fox had shrugged and hugged her. "T' hell with first—we'll share
him."

"You know sharing never works," she had
replied.

"It will this time. I'll have him Monday
through Thursday, and you can have him Friday, Saturday and
Sunday."

"Why do I get him Friday and the weekend?
Those are the best days to have a guy."

"I know, but I already have more than a few
weekend guys. What I need is a weekday guy or two—so I won't get
stale. My body is my amusement park, seven days a week."

She'd grinned at her only close friend.
"You're a pathetic, oversexed fox."

"I know that too. But I'm not your average
sex muffin. By my reckoning, I've taken more guys to the Promised
Land than Moses."

She'd laughed with the Fox. "Maybe all you
need is a vacation...."

When Brad scored his second goal, the Lancer
goon—number thirteen, LaPointe—had decided to rearrange Brad's
face. As Brad and the goon squared off, an anxious feeling had
startled Betty-Jo, but she needn't have been concerned because, as
the Fox put it, "Brad's all over that nasty goon 'like a fat boy on
a Smartie.'"

LaPointe had exited the fracas with a bloody
nose and a cut lip, while Brad had skated to the penalty box with a
self-assured grin and a carefree wave.

"I wonder what my life would be like if I
were the only other player on Bad Brad's team?" she had thought out
loud.

The Fox had tapped her shoulder. "Don't
forget, you've agreed to share your prospective playmate with your
best friend."

* * *

Now there Bad Brad was, crowding her seat in
her economics class, and looking scrumptious. He was wearing a
faded blue, button-down dress-shirt, a beige sports-jacket, aging,
fitted, denim jeans, and adidas tennis shoes. The way he lounged in
his seat, his thumb hooked casually in a belt-loop, gave him a
commanding presence, and the stubble on his face combined with the
dimples in his cheeks to elicit an unwelcome feeling within
her.

What is the matter with you? She gripped the
seat beside her, nibbled at her lower lip, and brushed back her
hair with her fingers. Then, as her erratic breathing steadied, she
shrugged and undid a button on her blouse. Easier to entice a bear
with honey, she thought, as she walked down the isle, and
sidestepped across three seats toward Bad Brad Raiden.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" she
asked.

He hesitated, so his reply came as she was
half seated. "...Matter of fact—it is."

She almost fell, as she struggled back up.
'Not all men are annoying,' she thought. 'Some of them are dead!'
Peeved, but not knowing what else to do, she crossed her arms, and
glowered at him.

A cocky, yet engaging Tom Cruise kind of grin
appeared, and his amused brown eyes held hers—longer than they
should have—refusing to let them slip away. "I'm saving it for B-J
Chance, Coastal's hot, new, tennis-playing sensation."

"Why thank you, Mr. Raiden." She uncrossed
her arms and sat down. I can't believe what his voice is doing to
me. It was warm and deep, with a caress like velvet, and a sound
like leather.

His eyes left hers, and moved casually past
her throat to linger on her breasts—before returning. Then he
shifted closer, as if he had a God-given right to be in her space.
"How do you know my name?"