Playboy's Passionate Pursuit

Extracted 1 threads from 9780373768172-exw.PDFUntitled Article 01: UntitledPlease dont let it be him. Panic seized Amelia Lamberts heart, and then the organ lurched into a rapid, thundering rhythm like thoroughbreds breaking from the Kentucky Derby gate. Her gaze locked onto the back of the man standing at the registration counter, and a cold hard lump of dread formed in her stomach. That sandy-blond hair, those wide shoulders, the mus- cular tush and long legs could only belong to one person. Someone she never wanted to see again. Toby Haynes. Her dumbest mistake. Why was he in Monaconow?She was supposed to have time to prepare for his arrival. Twenty-four days, to be precise. She considered ducking behind one of the fat marble pillars in the glitzy HAtel Reynard lobby until he left, but before she could translate thought into action he turned away from the desk and his gaze plowed right into hers. And then he smiled. That cocky, slightly crooked half smile had earned him the title of NASCARs sexiest driver five years running. Shehatedthat smile. Hated what it did to her. Hated how it made her skin tin- gle and flush. Hated how it made her toes curl. Hated how it tangled and heated her insides and anesthetized her gray matter. Focusing on her as if she were the only other person around for miles, he sauntered toward her with a hotel key card in one hand and a black leather bag in the other. He stopped an arms length away. An Atlantic Ocean too close, in her opinion. oeHello, sweet Amelia, he drawled. Her lungs failed at the intimacy of his leisurely Ive- seen-you-naked inspection. The man had enough magnetism to screw up compasses from here to Timbuktu. Throw in the fact that he possessed a risk-taking adrenaline-junkie personality that spelled doom for any relationship, and Toby Haynes was bad news all around. Never mind that he was every womans dream lover in bed. A woman would have to be a masochist to get entangled with him. Luckily shed wised up. Unfortunately not soon enough. She tipped her head back to look into his silvery-blue eyes and tried to swallow the barge beached in her dry throat with only minimal success. oeWhat are you doing here, Toby? oeVincent asked me to shadow you and your girlfriends until the wedding. Never cared much for following, but for you Ill make an exception. Her stomach landed in her sandals, and chaos erupted in her brain as she scrambled to make sense of his words. Vincent was Vincent Reynard, heir to the HAtel Reynard chain and one of Tobys race-car teams sponsors, as well as the groom-to-be to Amelias best friend, Candace. Vin- cent happened to be footing the bill for Candace and her three bridesmaids to spend a month in Monaco planning the dreamiest wedding ever. The ceremony was scheduled to take place in four weeks. oeWhy you? oeIm the best man. But then, you already know that. I recall you saying so. More than once. His Georgia roots oozed into his gravelly voice and over her skin like a humid southern breeze. She could not believe shed been dumb enough to feed his already Herculean ego with compliments. But heRose, Emilie is the author of 'Playboy's Passionate Pursuit ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373768172 and ISBN 0373768176.