Simon Says.... Donna Kauffman

      

      About the Author

      USA TODAY bestselling author DONNA KAUFFMAN is a former RITA^® finalist who has seen her books reviewed in venues ranging from Kirkus to Library Journal to Entertainment Weekly, as well as excerpted in periodicals like Cosmopolitan magazine. She lives just outside of the nation’s capital in the lovely Virginia countryside, where her nest has emptied of children, but seems to rapidly be filling back up with an eclectic menagerie that includes Zazu, a bossy little parrot, and Rufus the mutant catfish. Donna and her menagerie love to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website at www.donnakauffman.com

       Simon Says …

       Donna Kauffman

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      Dear Reader,

      It’s so wonderful to be back diving into the sizzling fun of writing for Blaze^® again! Where does the time go when we’re all having fun, anyway? And I had the supreme pleasure of getting to write another WRONG BED story. Nothing is more fun for me than trapping my hero or heroine (preferably both!) in an unforeseen situation that requires fast thinking and quick reflexes to wriggle out of.

      In Simon Says … I admit I was rather wicked in the way I set up Sophie and Simon. But, trust me, it’s so much more fun that way. Night manager Sophie Maplethorpe definitely has her hands full when she’s caught red-handed in a room in her own hotel, trying to steal back her best friend’s phone … only to discover she’s not only in the wrong room, but the man occupying the bed … and presently aiming a gun in her direction, has checked into the Wingate for obviously nefarious reasons. Simon Lassiter, a hot Kiwi with a to-die-for accent and the kind of searing intensity that would make a Bond girl choose him over James any day, now has to figure out what to do with the woman he wakes up to find in his room … and mere steps away from his bed. He’s there to steal a priceless jewel … so why is it all he can think about is stealing a few hours with Sophie instead?

      Thank you for joining me in my romping return to the Blaze^® fold. I hope you have as much fun reading Sophie and Simon’s sexy escapade as I did writing it. A nice cold beverage and a fan might be a good idea to keep nearby while reading. Just sayin’!

      Happy reading,

       Donna Kauffman

      To Mary and Rhonda,

      for your unwavering friendship and support.

      I’m a very lucky girl.

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Epilogue

       Copyright

       1

      SOPHIE MAPLETHORPE PAUSED to look at the naked man sprawled across the hotel bed. Even in the early morning darkness, she immediately understood why her best friend had gone to bed with the complete stranger. Maybe not why she’d done so after her own bachelorette party, but if the bottom half of him was as glorious as the broad shoulders and muscled arms presently splayed across the white linen sheets, not to mention all that thick, dark hair curling against his neck … well, even Sophie might have toyed with the idea of risking her entire future for one last fling.

      Except you are risking your entire future. And she hadn’t even gotten the hot sex first.

      Tearing her gaze away from the bed and the naked man, Sophie took another second to let her eyes adjust to the dim interior of Room 706, king, no smoking. Delia said her cell phone had likely fallen out on one of the chairs while she’d been straddling—Sophie shut that image down immediately. But her gaze was drawn to the bed again. And the man presently in it. Daniel Templeton. Investment capitalist, in Chicago for a few meetings. And, apparently not averse to mixing a little consensual pleasure with business.

      She