Risque Business (Harlequin Blaze) (Mass Market Paperback)

by Tawny Weber (Author)

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When professor/literary reviewer Delaney Conner wins a makeover, she's suddenly getting lots of attention! Too bad it's from bad boy—and very sexy—author Nick Angel, whose latest book Delaney shredded. Her main complaint? All of Nick's sex scenes lack emotion. Where's the passion? The feelings? But when she and Nick find themselves between the sheets, Delaney ends up feeling far more than she ever expected….

Nick finds Delaney frustrating and very, very attractive. But experience tells him it's just skin-deep. So he challenges the seductive Delaney—either prove that love makes good sex great (her theory), or else admit that the world's greatest sex is purely physical (his theory). No matter who wins, they're going to have a deliciously decadent time proving each other wrong….

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Her hot, desperate breaths echoed down the long, dark hallway. Terror coalesced into a black swirl of passion as his mouth slid down the concave silk of her belly. His fingers gripped her butt, lifting her for his pleasure, totally in control. He held complete dominance over her. Damp heat pooled between her legs, making her squirm in silent supplication. His fingers tightened, holding her prisoner, demanding she await his command.

Delaney Conner's own breath puffed out as the words blurred on the page. God, to be that woman! She'd already read this scene three times since she'd gotten Nick Angel's latest erotic thriller, but it still fascinated her. Fascinated, hell. She'd had two orgasms thanks to this chapter alone. Three, if she counted the memory it'd invoked in the shower.

She traced a finger over the face on the back cover. The author's eyes, vivid and piercing, promised an ability to live up to the heat between the pages. She wondered how much of the sexual appeal was the words themselves, and how much was knowing they'd been written by the man with the sexiest face she'd ever seen grace a book jacket.

"Professor Conner?"

With a gasp, Delaney tossed the book in her canvas tote as if it had spouted flames. Cheeks on fire, she plastered a look of ingenuous questioning on her face. Hopefully the rapid flutter of her eyelashes conveyed innocence, in addition to cooling off her cheeks.

"Mr. Sims, hello," Delaney said, her tone tight and stiff, as suited a professor at Rosewood.

Women like the heroines in Nick Angel's books, when busted having sex in public places, gave a wicked smile and made you envy their moxie. Her? She couldn't even read sexy books in public without blushing and worrying someone was going to rat her out for ill-advised reading choices.After all, reading was meant to be an educational pursuit, never for tawdry entertainment.

"I just wanted to say how much I got out of today's lecture. The evolution of character archetypes fascinates me."

Her discomfort dissipated as Delaney shifted into teaching mode. The two of them fell into a discussion of the topic, Delaney growing more animated and excited the more they talked. She loved it when a student grasped her concepts, loved even more seeing the spark of excitement in his eyes. Delaney wasn't an easy teacher by any means. She pushed her students, keeping her curriculum dynamic and challenging. But she prided herself on having the lowest failure rate of any other professor in the English department.

And her success would only help in her bid to become assistant head of the Department. A plum promotion, it'd put her in the position to take over as department head within the next ten years. Exactly as she'd planned. And maybe, just maybe, it'd have the added bonus of actually getting her father's attention.

"Excuse me," said a husky voice.

Delaney and Sims moved aside to let a gorgeous brunette pass. Stunning from the top of her perfectly straight hair to the bottom of her sleek black heels, even her little red suit screamed power. Now she was a perfect Nick Angel heroine. Sexy, savvy and confident.

They both watched the woman pass, Delaney envying her sense of presence and Sims obviously admiring her ass. While he gathered his composure, Delaney glanced at her watch.

Damn. Late again. With a quick goodbye to her student, she hurried down the hall to the dean's office.

She flew into the reception area. The tiny blonde at the desk looked like a kewpie doll. Flaxen curls, huge blue eyes and a round dimpled face hid a razor-sharp mind and a wicked sense of humor. She was Delaney's best friend, and the two women had bonded over an obsession with Johnny Depp, eighties rock music and their mutual love for romance novels, a top-secret subject here at the college. Rosewood was that uptight and narrow-minded.

It'd taken Delaney until last year to finally confide in Mindy Adams her deepest, darkest secret. She not only loved to read popular fiction, but unbeknownst to anyone other than Mindy, she also made a tidy income reviewing it for various magazines and newspapers. She'd heard a rumor that two years ago, the college had fired an art history professor when they'd discovered she modeled on the side. That her modeling had been of historical costumes in a magazine layout had seemed to make no difference to the dean. Delaney could only assume that he and the trustees saw it as frivolous and mocking.

So she kept her reviews top secret and used her middle name, Madison. She'd have been crazy not to.

"Am I too late? Is my father still here?" she asked, catching her breath.

"He's still here," Mindy responded slowly.

"What's wrong?" Delaney asked, still panting slightly.

"I just thought you might want to know, um—" Mindy hesitated, then sighed. "Did you notice that brunette leaving a few minutes ago?"

"She had a great laptop bag, with plenty of room for books and papers." She glanced at her own canvas bag, ratty and worn. She hated shopping, but she lusted after practical totes, especially in leather. Maybe after she got the promotion she'd treat herself to one like that.

"She was here about the position in your department."

Brow furrowed in confusion, Delaney stared. "My position?"

She hadn't ever considered there would be competition for it. She tilted her head in silent question and Mindy nudged a paper toward her. Delaney scanned the woman's resume.

"Nice, but not as strong as mine."

Mindy winced.

"I'd heard talk Professor Belkin wants someone who's going to attract attention," the girl said, referring to the head of the English department. "Attendance is down in the department and he's taking it personally. He seems to think a more attractive assistant head will help boost the numbers."

"A dynamic curriculum and strong teaching reputation aren't enough?"

They both knew it was a rhetorical question. Where Delaney might hide a mystery novel behind her textbook, Belkin was the kind of guy who hid a Hustler magazine behind his. The man was all about looks, the hotter, the better.

And even though the position was awarded by a hiring committee, he headed it. Which meant he had a lot of influence.

"I heard Belkin tell the dean he wanted someone with a lot of charisma and looks, who could not only handle the academic side of the job, but the PR angle he's planning to push," Mindy said to the top of her desk. She obviously couldn't meet her friend's eyes.

Delaney clenched her jaw to keep from screaming in frustration. Temper never helped, but imagining how good it would feel to throw her ratty bag across the room sure did.

Mindy took a deep breath and shot her a long, considering look, probably to make sure Delaney wasn't going to pitch a fit. Reassured, she tapped the magazine on the desk in front of her.

"Maybe if you'd consider a makeover…" she suggested hesitantly, not for the first time. Delaney was already shaking her head before the blonde continued. "You know, something to change the visual so maybe people will give you the attention you deserve?"

Delaney sighed. Spoken like a true girly girl. Mindy never left the house without lipstick, how could she be considered unbiased? Delaney figured it was because she'd grown up motherless that she'd never been inducted into the girly club.

"Why bother? I am who I am. Will mascara and a push-up bra make me someone else?" The thought made her cringe. Makeup, fancy clothes, they baffled her.

"No, but they'll get you noticed." Mindy waved the magazine in her hand. Risqué. Delaney rolled her eyes. What a title. She looked at the tagline, "You're only as confident as you look." Right.

"Who needs that kind of attention?" Delaney groused. She tugged at the frayed hem of her tweed jacket and frowned. "What about that whole 'inner beauty being more important than outer beauty' thing?"

"It's a feel-good myth, like Santa Claus," Mindy deadpanned.

Delaney snorted.

"You've got looks under all that tweed. You've definitely got brains, and you're a nice person," Mindy mused. "You just need to learn to make the most of it all. Take my advice, read this magazine. It'll have you on the road to satisfaction. Better yet, I'll bet you even get laid."

Delaney snorted again.

"Unlike some people, I don't think sex is a cure-all." Well, she was alarmingly addicted to a certain author's books. But that had nothing to do with real life. Their only purpose was titillation. They had the reality level of SpongeBob SquarePants and even less emotional depth.

"How would you know? When was the last time you had sex?"

When Delaney opened her mouth to retort, Mindy shook her head. "With someone else actually in the room with you."

Damn. She clamped her lips closed.

"What good is another department-store makeup fiasco?" she asked instead. She'd tried that once in her teens and discovered being invisible was much preferable to being mocked.

"No, you need something much bigger." Mindy leaned over to push the magazine into her hands.

Delaney glanced at the cover, then at the dog-eared page. Risqué? "A makeover contest? You're kidding, right?"

"Not at all. It's a killer deal. Complete makeover. Hair, makeup, completely new wardrobe. Not some cheesy thing, either, it's custom created just for you. They even teach the winners how to maintain her new look."

"Why on earth would I want to do this?"

"It's your shot. You win, you'll see what a difference it makes."

Delaney tossed the magazine back on the desk with a roll of her eyes. "What's the point? I hardly think something as shallow as eye shadow and hairspray will cure my problems."

Mindy pulled a face, then shrugged. Delaney felt bad for hurting the other woman's feelings. Before she could apologize, Mindy slipped the magazine into her drawer. The alarm on her desk squawked a reminder.

"He's leaving in ten minutes. If you want to see him, you'd better go in now," Mindy reminded her.

Frowning, Delaney nodded her thanks, scooped up the tote and squared her shoulders.

She strode through the heavy doors, lifted he...

Product Details

• Mass Market Paperback: 224 pages
• Publisher: Harlequin (September 1, 2008)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0373794223
• ISBN-13: 978-0373794225
• Product Dimensions: 6.5 x 4.1 x 0.3 inches
• Shipping Weight: 2.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars See all reviews (1 customer review)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #825,024 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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5.0 out of 5 stars Sexy, sweet, and inspiring..., August 25, 2008

By	Jennifer Ray "Reviewer for Wild on Books (www... (Nashville, TN United States) - See all my reviews (TOP 500 REVIEWER)    (REAL NAME)

Delaney Conner leads a double life - respected college professor by day, and well-known reviewer of popular fiction by night. Of course, she is well-known only under the pen name she uses for reviewing, since the college administration tends to frown on popular fiction, and she is angling for a new promotion in her department.

It is that very promotion that prompts her to enter a national magazine's make-over contest to improve her physical appeal and then take a temporary job as a reviewer on a small TV show in another city in order to develop her charisma. The idea is to catch the attention of the college administration, who wants to promote someone with more of a `stage presence' than she currently has.

It was the magazine article that first caught author Nick Angel's eye. Or rather, Delaney's critique of his books in that article. It seems the lovely reviewer doesn't think he has enough emotion in his stories, and his publisher is listening to her. He devises a plan to prove she is wrong about his writing, and challenges her with a public bet on her television show. But it is the risqué private bet he proposes off the air that really heats things up between them...

RISQUÉ BUSINESS by Tawny Weber appealed to me on so many levels. First off, I have really come to enjoy the books published in the Harlequin Blaze line, so even though Ms. Weber was a new author to me, I had a good amount of faith that the story would be good simply based on the publisher.

Then there is the fact that the story and the characters caught my interest.

Lastly, what reviewer of romantic fiction would not be enticed by a romance where the reviewer is swept off her feet by the hunky author she critiqued?

And make no mistake about it, Nick Angel is definitely hunky. More than hunky, actually. He's smart, funny, sexy, confident, and a bit arrogant - everything a girl could want in a hero. He also admits when he is wrong, even if he has to go to considerable lengths before his fallacy is proved to him. A man who learns from his mistakes and grows from them is the kind of realistic hero women dream about. When that man also pushes his heroine's limits as Nick does, that is just icing on the cake.

Delaney begins the story with a tremendous amount of unrealized potential and lack of confidence. Yes, she has no doubts about her intellectual prowess, but when it comes to her looks and matters of the heart, she is on shaky ground. The make-over helps build her confidence a bit, and the television spot assists with her charisma issue, but it is her romance with Nick that really helps her blossom into the woman she has always denied was inside of her.

RISQUÉ BUSINESS is pure reading pleasure that is sure to leave readers with a few new fantasies! Tawny Weber delivers a story that is sexy, romantic, and inspirational. I will be very much looking forward to more from this talented author.

**Courtesy of Wild on Books**