Definitely Naughty

By Jo Leigh

Single Gal Seeks Naughty Inspiration

Aubrey Hayes @windowUndresser

Window dressing at Le Muse lingerie = best job ever. LOVE. But must design The Ultimate Window Display Of Hot Sex before Xmas. #panic 24h

A Hot Guys Trading Card just fell from the sky. Could this beautiful piece of man be my muse? It's raining men. #hallelujah 23h

OMFG, Detective Liam Flynn even hotter in person. May explode into a million pieces of lusty lady bits. #HandcuffMeNow 15h

It's on. Have convinced the über–hot cop to be my naughty muse until Xmas. Two weeks of sex, here I come! *ahem* 14h

Muse Plan already working. Creative juices flowing. And Detective Liam Hotness is the best "inspiration" ever. Owe the Fates BIG time. 8h

But I only have him until Christmas. Keep it together, Aubrey–and DON'T fall for him. #SexNotLove 3m.

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Australia
• Release date: Dec 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9781743648810

Jo Leigh

Jo Leigh has written over 50 books for Harlequin and Silhouette since 1994. She's a triple RITA finalist and was part of the Blaze launch. She also teaches story structure in workshops across the country. Jo lives in Utah. If you twitter, come tweet her at @Jo_Leigh, or find out the latest news at http://www.tumblr.com/blog/joleighwrites/

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Chapter One

Even Florence killing Shake It Out couldn’t pull Aubrey Hayes out of her funk. She balled up her latest sketch and tossed it atop the pile of previously crumpled drawings that cascaded out of her trash can like a river of failure. She should have brought in the Dumpster from outside just to handle the night’s work. A glance at her watch told her the store had been closed for twenty minutes and that the inspiration she’d sought at the old drafting table her boss, Yvonne, had shoved in the corner of the stockroom had deserted her like a rat on a sinking ship. She might as well give it up before she imploded into a puddle of dark curls and red lipstick.

She grabbed her bag, slapped her fedora on her head, wrapped a stripy scarf around her neck and kicked her way out of the mess she’d made. At least the one on the floor. The mess she’d made of her life would take a bit more work. She’d heard about a monastery in upstate New York. Were there female monks? Was the vow of silence a deal breaker?

Aubrey slipped on her coat and made her way into the store proper, where the girl-on-girl mannequin display she’d set up last week caught her eye. The lingerie was part of the Deco collection. Two styles, both see-through bra and panty sets with detailing to die for. She’d been pleased that Yvonne had approved of her decision to position the two girls a hairsbreadth away from a steamy kiss. Equally pleased that a complementary duo had been installed in the men’s department, but with dudes, of course.

That was her boss all over. Groundbreaking, savvy and always standing at the very edge of a cliff, whether she was mounting risqué displays or building a whole new empire of lingerie stores to rival La Perla and Agent Provocateur. Yvonne’s risk-taking had gotten Aubrey her job. A quirky window display at a Brooklyn boutique had caught Yvonne’s attention last August. The fall window design for Le Muse—daring and different enough to catch the eye of anyone walking down Broadway—had been her triumphant debut.

Yvonne’s voice scared the bejesus out of her as she reached the front door. Aubrey, my love, I meant to come see you. How are things coming along?

Panic blossomed like a mushroom cloud. Great, she lied, hoping against hope that her high voice didn’t give her away. Although next to Yvonne’s elegant French accent, Aubrey always sounded like the hick she was.

Of course it is. I know it will be fantastic, but the suspense is driving me mad.

Me, too, Aubrey whispered, then called out, Have a great night.

You, as well.

It took longer to lock up because of her shaky fingers, but finally she was outside, the sounds of Manhattan soothing her more than a hot bath. She might have been raised in a flyspeck town in Utah, but the minute she’d walked off the plane at JFK, wow, four years ago, she’d found home.

God, she needed a drink or seven. It wasn’t even nine yet, so she had a good chance of getting the roomies together for cocktails. She could always count on Sanjula and Caro for support when her own life went up in flames.

Although this crisis was particularly difficult because there was a secret she had to keep from her friends. The night of the Christmas window extravaganza, the one that was giving Aubrey fits, Yvonne was hosting a celebrity cocktail party in the store. So many models and designers and movie stars would be passing through, her roommates would go insane. But Aubrey couldn’t mention a word of it to anyone until Yvonne gave her the go-ahead.

As she pulled her cell out of her bag, her gaze returned to Le Muse. The display window itself was one of the largest in the city. Yvonne had made sure it was equipped with everything a designer could hope for, including enough depth to stage a play if she wanted to. The only limitation Aubrey faced was her own creativity. Or lack thereof.

She had to admit her fall design had been a stroke of genius. A fluke, but a brilliant one. The window display had launched the store’s soft opening in October and everyone loved her flashers. Three mannequins wearing opaque plastic raincoats held wide open, their feet planted far apart, arms spread. Really flashing the hell out of the city. Though not at first glimpse.

From the front of Le Muse you could only see the girls’ backs. Luckily, a columnist from the Huffington Post had been the first to discover that the whole window was a puzzle. Using mirrors, monitors and cameras set up from different angles, there were all kinds of ways to see that the mannequins wore to-die-for sexy lingerie. A bustier and thigh-high stockings on the redhead, a nearly nude—and barely-there—push-up bra on the brunette, and the blonde dressed in a strapless bodysuit. At least, that’s what they were wearing now. Aubrey changed things up from time to time, from the outfits to the film clips playing on the monitors. It had been the talk of the town, and in a remarkably short time they’d built a solid base of repeat customers.

If only it hadn’t been the very last good idea Aubrey would ever have.

She turned, unable to look at the display for one more second. That drink was calling her very loudly. A gust of wind hit her out of the blue, almost carrying away her hat. Quick reflexes saved the day, and as she reached up to grab for her fedora, she noticed something drifting down from the darkish sky. At first she thought it was a piece of paper, then a floating leaf. She couldn’t imagine where in the world it had come from, or why it dropped straight into her up-stretched hand.

Aubrey blinked at her prize. It was a picture. Of a man. A very gorgeous man. She didn’t recognize him, and she was familiar with most of the current models working in the fashion world, but from the size of the card, she thought he might be a sports star. Although, didn’t they wear uniforms? Mr. Blue Eyes was in a leather jacket, with a white Oxford shirt underneath.

He had dark, thick hair cut with a knowing hand, a bone structure that made her wish she sculpted and lips…well, damn.

Turning the card over led to another surprise. It was a trading card, like for a baseball star or something, but she’d never seen a baseball card with so much information up front and center. His name, the very Irish sounding Liam Flynn, was accompanied by his phone number. A Manhattan area code. Huh. Submitted by Mary Whittaker.

Submitted by? That was odd.

His profession was listed as Detective. Interesting. Private? Police? Other?

Then came the jaw-dropping words…Marry, Date or One-Night Stand. He wanted to Date. It said so, right there in black and white.

Oh, she whispered. This must be one of the cards from that Hot Guy thingy. The one she’d read about months ago. Actually, she’d only read the first paragraph, but if she recalled correctly, there were groups all over New York that were dedicated to women setting up their girlfriends with guys they knew.

Sanjula would know all about it. Her roomie was a sponge when it came to stuff like this. She was up-to-date on every piece of celebrity gossip, and could explain the ins and outs of Manhattan nightlife in excruciating detail.

Aubrey squinted at her phone, then hit speed dial two and waited, her freezing cold nose and earlobes reminding her that if she had any sense at all, she’d go inside.

Are you still working? Sanjula asked when she picked up.

No. I’m done. But I need you to tell me everything about that Hot Guys thing. The cards.

Not missing a beat, Sanjula said, Hot Guys Trading Cards were all over the news a while back. Someone who owns a printing company came up with the idea for her weekly lunch group. To belong you have to submit at least one guy you can vouch for, a friend, relative or someone you dated. If you choose a card, you have to check in with the person who submitted him, then you call your hot guy and make a date. I personally haven’t seen a card so I don’t know what kind of stats—

Fear not, Aubrey said with a grin. I happen to have that information at my fingertips.

Huh?

Name and phone, Submitted by, Marry, Date or One-Night Stand—

If you knew, why did you ask me?

‘I didn’t know. I saw a card. A trading card from Hot Guys etcetera. It came out of nowhere. Literally. It floated into my hand."

Huh? What do you mean floated?

Aubrey sang the first bar from It’s Raining Men. Like that.

Is he hot?

Hold on. She turned her phone, snapped a pic and sent it directly to Sanjula’s cell.

Holy shit!

I know, right?

Sanjula sighed. Read me the rest of the card while I try not to hate your guts for being the luckiest woman on earth.

Okay. He’s a detective.

Ooh, how Sherlock of him.

He wants to date. Not marry, not have a one-night stand.

Well, that’s good, isn’t it? Sanjula said. You’d want to have second helpings of that dish.

Maybe. The thing is, he’s awfully good-looking.

And that’s bad because…?

Aubrey sighed. The being-beautiful baggage, she said. Ego. Competition. Ego.

All right. I’ll give you that. But it’d be worth it for those blue eyes. Anyway, continue.

His fave restaurant is Parlor Steakhouse. His secret passion is the Mets. Ugh.

Hey, it could be worse.

I know, but come on. Baseball? I was expecting more from you, Liam.

No editorials please, Sanjula said. What else?

Reviews for Definitely Naughty

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*I received this book from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review*"Definitely Naughty" was a nice surprise. I had already read another one of the author's books in early 2013 and I liked it a lot, and with this novella I have confirmed Jo Leigh as an author I'm going to start being attentive about.Aubrey Hayes is starting to get desperate. Hired to design the Christmas window display of the lingerie shop Le Muse, Aubrey is getting out of time and has no ideas... Until one day a trading card literally falls from the sky. But it's not any trading card, it belongs to the Hot Guys Trading Card collection, one that features gorgeous men, with their characteristics, contacts, likes and what they are looking for (marry, date or one-night stand). Obviously Aubrey takes it as a signal from above (she is in front of Le Muse, after all) and assumes that man is supposed to be her inspiring muse.The man on the card is Liam Flynn, a New York City police detective and a complete workaholic, who was convinced all the trading cards featuring him had been destroyed. So, when he is contacted by Aubrey, he decides to meet with her with the intention of recovering the trading card. But Aubrey makes him an offer he can't refuse: to be her inspiring muse until Christmas Eve (when the window display has to be finished), at which time she will give him the trading card. And what exactly is an inspiring muse supposed to do? Lots and lots of hot sex, of course!Aubrey immediately starts feeling inspired but, as the deadline approaches, her time with Liam is also numbered... As it usually happens, what started as a simple agreement, a merely sexual relation with a deadline, ends up becoming so much more than that. And Aubrey knows her heart will be broken this Christmas...But also Liam seems to have been inspired by Aubrey and, for the first time, his priority is not his job. Aubrey seems determined to fulfil her part of the aggreement, but can Liam keep his?A small story, and a fun, exciting, full of Christmas spirit and fast read. Very good!