What's in a title? In my heroine's case, apparently a lot. The last thing Cait Daniels wants is a boy toy so instead she gets herself The Toy Boy.
Lusting over her neighbor’s too-young-to-touch hot nephew while he mowed
the lawn in the hot sun was one thing and bad for her sparkling
reputation. Finding him in the same sex shop where she is purchasing
artificial gratification to ease the sexual bother he evoked in the
first place is quite another and forces thirty-four-year-old stickler
for rules Cait Daniels to fly red-faced through the doors of Curious
Coition without her paid for merchandize in hand.
Since he is
staying with his aunt for a few days, twenty-four-year-old Declan Meyer
wants to do the neighborly thing and return the orphaned sex toy to its
rightful owner. Only in this case the rightful owner is the same woman
he wants in his bed, his heart, and his life. He is not above holding
the pleasure tool over her head and threatening her good standing in an
attempt to show her the real thing with him, never mind his age.
"Declan loves them. That boy eats like a horse,
I tell you. God knows where he puts it all though. Ah, but it’s so good to have
him visiting his old aunt."
Cait forced her mind to blank out the mention of his
name. Already a deep flush set into her skin, and it wouldn’t be long before
she crumbled in complete embarrassment in front of Mrs. Meyer. She had to get
rid of her quickly. The instant her attention turned onto the street at an
oncoming car, Cait started to say good-bye and had the door almost halfway
closed already.
"Oh, look, it’s Declan."
She didn’t mean to look, really. But who couldn’t
when he drove one of those horrendously old-fashioned jeep things that looked
as if it would leave a trail of parts in its wake?
"Thanks for the cookies, Mrs. Meyer. I really
must go."
"Oh, hold on a minute. You haven’t said a
proper hello to him yet. I’m so proud of that boy. He’s grown into such a
lovely man and takes such good care of his mother." Mrs. Meyer’s eyes
misted over as she glanced at her nephew descending from his excuse for a car.
Yeah? Did she know he frequented sex shops on a
Saturday morning? Not only that, he was some kind of VIP, too; or else what
would he have been doing behind the counter if he weren’t an honest regular
customer, like her? "Declan," Mrs. Meyer called to him. No, she had
to get out of this.
"Maybe another time, but I really have to
go…"
He reached his arm through the open window and
retrieved a package that dried her mouth and constricted her heart. With a few
long strides, he was at her door. Her gaze glued to the bag he nonchalantly
held in his hand.
The Toy Boy is available at:
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