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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Wanted.... Adult toy company seeks "The Perfect Package." Gwen Parker hides behind the fictitious persona, Mira Minx, owner of sex toy company, Fantasies in Form. Darrin Wells lost a bet over a woman's panties and has to answer Mira's Perfect Package ad. Years ago, Gwen and Darrin spent a sinful and sexual week together on the sandy beaches of Mexico, only to part ways for what they both thought was forever. They were wrong. Gwen doesn't know one of her prospects is Darrin, and Darrin has no idea Mira Minx is really the mysterious lover from his past. Is true love stronger than a sex toy?
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: August 2007

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [182 KB]
Words: 41727
Reading time: 119-166 min.

"I enjoyed reading RIGHT MAN ... RIGHT NOW, BOOK 1: THE PERFECT PACKAGE. It was witty, romantic, sensual, suspenseful and extremely hot, hot, hot! The secondary characters enrich the story and I look forward to reading their stories. I recommend this charming story."--Dottie, RomanceJunkies.com

Chapter 1

Gwen shuffled papers on her desk. "Okay, Belinda, I'm going to read the ad back to you." Impatiently, she waited while her assistant, Belinda Swanson, squirmed around, finally folding her legs underneath her in the overstuffed office chair. Gwen frowned at her from over the desk. "Are you ready yet?"

Belinda giggled and gave her boss a wicked grin. "Sorry, yes I'm ready. I can't wait to hear it out loud. This is gonna be so cool."

Gwen cleared her throat. "Ahem, attention men! Think you've got 'The Perfect Package'? If so, we're looking for you. Adult novelty toy company seeking well-endowed male models for an upcoming product line. Serious inquiries only please, as this is not a joke. Submit picture of erection along with contact information to: Fantasies in Form, PO Box 1127, Phoenix, AZ, 85002 Attention: Ms. Mira Minx. You must be at least eighteen years of age, no child pornography; we will turn you in to the police." She set the paper down and studied her assistant. "Well, what do you think?"

"I love it. I can't wait to see the pics we get in the mail." Belinda snickered, rubbing her hands together in lascivious glee.

Gwen's manicured fingertips thrummed across the mahogany desk, a sign of nervous concentration before she too broke into a large grin. "I like it, it's direct and to the point. I think it's gonna work."

Belinda uncurled her legs and slid her feet into her sandals. "I'll call the newspaper and get the ad placed for this weekend's paper."

"Thanks, Beli. I want the line started this summer and into production by fall. Just think of how many women 'The Perfect Package' will make happy this holiday season."

"I'd like a naughty blonde, blue-eyed elf with broad shoulders to bring one to me." Belinda giggled as she exited the room.

Gwen Parker, a.k.a. Mira Minx, smiled at her assistant's back. Once alone, she spun around in her chair and gazed out the window. The heat of the sun warmed her face. Closing her eyes, she basked in the bliss of a quiet moment. She enjoyed this time of day, right before the sun sank into the western horizon and the workday wound down to a close. A few minutes later, a soft knock at her door brought her out of her reverie. "Come in, Beli."

Belinda's exuberance was evident as she all but bounced across the room. "Everything's set. The ad will run in Saturday, Sunday and Wednesday's paper. Now that's all taken care of, you have one hour, that's sixty minutes, to get ready. Kendra and I are kidnapping you tonight. It's ladies' night at The Library Café, and you know how much I love the men who hang out there."

"I don't know, Beli. I'm not in much of a partying mood tonight."

"I know. I don't know what's been bothering you lately, but that's why you're being kidnapped. You don't have a choice in the matter. Who knows, you might get lucky and end up getting laid."

Gwen giggled. "I'm not looking for Mr. Right in a bar, Belinda."

Belinda waggled her white blonde eyebrows, her blue eyes bright with mischief. "Who said anything about Mr. Right? I'm talking about Mr. Right Now. Come on, I've taken the liberty of calling ahead and arranging a driver for us. All our cars stay here and we get as silly drunk as we want. We deserve it, Gwen. Fantasies kicked major butt last quarter and you know it." She leaned over the desk. "If you don't want to play, I know Mira does," she taunted. "I've talked to her when you're not around. She's your evil twin," she finished in a whisper.

Against her will, the laughter bubbled up and out. "You're crazy, you and my alter ego conspiring against me. Okay, you win. I'll go, I'll go." She put her hands up in surrender. "Give me twenty minutes to change."

"Woo-hoo!" The bubbly five foot two woman hopped off the desk and did a booty shake around the office. "I knew you'd cave. Kendra has to buy the first round. Don't be long; we'll wait for you downstairs."

"You bet on whether I'd come along willingly?"

Belinda flashed Gwen one of her famous, wicked grins and cocked her hip. "Of course, Kendra and I bet on everything. Now hurry up. There's a cheap drink with my name on it and I don't plan to keep it waiting any longer than I have to." As she clapped her hands together, she continued, "Get movin', times a wastin', lady."

Gwen shook her head, crossing the hardwood floor of her office to the black velvet curtain hiding her makeshift living quarters. Late nights at work warranted a close and comfortable bed. Too bad it's never been used for anything other than sleeping. She made her way to the bathroom.