TAME ME (PAPERBACK)

Chapter 1

I should be at the reception desk doing my job. What I was doing instead was wrong. . . yet I couldn’t stop myself. I stripped off, leaving a trail of clothes in my wake as I strode to the bathroom naked. I applied my Memphis makeup, paying extra attention to my eyes because Magic Maxx, the freaking sexy yoga master I’d met downstairs, had looked right into them. I chose my blue contact lenses and my short blonde wig, and with those final touches in place, I examined my appearance.
With my Retro Red Bobbi Brown lippy jazzing up my look, my transformation was complete. Jane was long gone—the woman in the mirror was hot, beautiful, and so ready for a fun, raunchy romp.
Lack of time required me to make snappy decisions. So, using my lippy for inspiration, I quickly decided on my red Marilyn Monroe dress with the halter-neck strap, tucked-in waist, and flared skirt. I didn’t waste time on a bra and chose a pair of black French knickers.
My shoe choice for tonight was a pair of Saint Laurent black and gold stilettos with gold pencil-thin heels, and I matched them with my Chanel black clutch with a gold clip.
I checked my reflection, and happy with the result, I tossed my necessities into my clutch and strode out the door.
Every second in the elevator was a second too long. The ticking clock in my head didn’t sway me, though—I had a much more important mission on my mind. But I couldn’t help myself, and every step I made toward the stunning yoga master’s room seemed so right.
As I strode along the fifth-floor corridor, my boobs jiggled in time to my steps. It gave me a glorious sense of freedom, and I smiled. At Maxx’s door, I didn’t feel the sense of trepidation that usually gripped me at this point in my ritual. Instead, I was filled with giddy anticipation.
I knocked, pulled my shoulders back, curled my wig around my left ear, and reminded myself to disguise my voice.
The door opened a few heartbeats later, and the man who greeted me made my legs quiver. Magic Maxx had increased in sex appeal tenfold in the twenty minutes since I’d seen him downstairs. He wore just a tiny pair of skin-tight blue shorts that left very little to my imagination.
“Hi,” I said. “Can you help me?” I ensured my voice was elevated sufficiently to disguise me.
He blinked. “Are you okay?”
“Oh yes, I’m fine. May I come in?”
“Of course.” He stepped aside, and I inhaled his manly scent as I glided past him.
I tossed my clutch onto the table and turned to him. “I saw you talking to that lady downstairs. And after you left, once I saw the look on her face, I knew I just had to see more of you.”
“Oh, and she told you what room I was in?”
“Ummm, no. I’m a bit naughty.” I scrunched up my nose, trying to give him my cute-and-innocent look. “I overheard her say your room number.”
“Hmmm.” He skated across the floor toward me and reached for my hand. “So, you want a piece of magic, too.”
“Uh-huh.” Keeping the disguise in my voice was proving very difficult.
He pressed my hand to his chest and rested his palm over mine.
Our eyes locked, and it seemed as if a seismic shift moved the earth, and I truly did feel the magic. We stood rooted together for some time, and I lowered my eyes to take in the muscular miracle before me. A light sheen covered his smooth flesh, highlighting every contour.
Maybe I’d interrupted his exercise routine or something else just as rigorous. Despite the ticking clock in my head, I wanted to see what this man could do.
I cleared my throat. “Would you mind showing me some of your yoga moves?”
“Hmmm.” His eyes twinkled, and I loved the sense of mischief that danced over them. “How about we do this together?”
“Oh.” I flicked my palm. “I can’t do yoga.”
“Everybody can do yoga. Will you try?”

Touch Me
Tempt Me
Tease Me
Tame Me

I’m in so much trouble it hurts.

I've been dreaming of finding Mr. Perfect for years.

Never did I imagine I’d find three men. THREE!

It’s no longer the incredible sex that has my knees buckling; it's how deeply they touch my soul.

But another wonderful night filled with laughter and a little recklessness ends in total disaster, shattering my heart into a million tiny pieces.

My crazy dare suddenly feels like the worst idea of my life.

Am I about to end the year exactly as I started... single?