2 Complete Novels for 1 Price! My Double Life: A new sizzling sensual adventure…As a financial researcher at a successful firm, I'm all about professionalism. At the office I'm calm, capable…and when a delish new client like Trey Fraser shows up, I retreat behind a facade that hides my deepest insecurities.Pole-dancing class makes me come alive. So when I'm asked to stand in as a feature dancer for one night, all I need is a mask and the knowledge that as "Natalie Night," I'm irresistible. But when I see Trey in the front row, I turn up the heat—big-time! And suddenly I'm offering a provocative private dance meant only for him….My alter ego has just opened the door to the one man who is totally off-limits. The man whose eyes tell me how badly he wants me. And the one man who can never know who I really am…Reader favorite *Wild and Wicked:* How does a girl make her sexy best friend notice her as a woman? Why, kidnap him, of course!About the AuthorThree-time RITA nominee Joanne Rock turned a passion for writing into a career when imaginary characters kept her awake at night, demanding she tell their stories. Author of over sixty romances in a variety of subgenres, she enjoys writing contemporary romance and medieval historials. A former Golden Heart recipient, Joanne has won numerous awards for her stories. Learn more about Joanne and her work by visiting her website at: www.joannerock.com Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved."Courtney, I have two words. Washboard. Abs," My colleague Fawn hissed in my ear as we walked down the hall toward the private entrance to the company conference room. "This talent agent is hotter than most of the A-list actors he represents."I worked as a financial researcher at one of the most prestigious private wealth management firms in Los Angeles, but the chat around the watercooler was probably the same as in any other office. We drooled over hot guys as much as the girls working the counter at the local In-N-Out Burger. We just saved the ogling for behind closed doors. Like now."Really? Did you want to brief me on the prospective client then?" I asked, pausing outside the conference space to wave a file folder under her nose. I had worked hard to compile the background details on this potential client's financial picture so Fawn could go into her meeting prepared. "I forgot to include the latest report from TMZ in my research notes, so maybe you know more about this guy than me."Frowning, the fastest-rising account executive at Sphere Asset Management poked me in the arm with the cap of her pen."Wise ass." Fawn shook her hair for the third time in the last two minutes, a needless habit she had for making sure every golden tress was in place. But she was the head of the team that had put together Trey Fraser's financial profile, giving a face to the anonymous underlings who actually did more of the grunt work in financial analysis. With her taupe pantsuit elegantly draping her slim, toned physique, she turned heads everywhere she went—no easy feat in Hollywood, land of the beautiful. "I know the basics about his assets. I can close this deal with my eyes shut. But if there's a chance Trey Fraser is not seeing anyone, I'm going to make my move."I liked Fawn. Really, I did. She was a brilliant market analyst and down-to-earth enough to hang out with the support staffers like me, a behind-the-scenes researcher for the big shots in the company. But since she was a great example of the universe blessing some people with way too much, she made the more insecure women of the world feel a bit…lacking.For example, I would never dream of making a play for Trey Fraser, Hollywood royalty and son of the most famous independent producer of the last decade. All of our clients were high-net-worth individuals, but Trey was in a different class with a healthy dose of fame and personal magnetism in the mix. So I couldn't help but be a little contrary as I heard our receptionist show the client into the meeting room on the other side of the sleek cherry door."You can't flirt with clients," I warned Fawn. "Let alone date them." The rules were strict at Sphere."Are you kidding me?" Fawn smoothed the front of her suit jacket and pinched some color into her cheeks in a trick I'd seen Scarlett O'Hara perform once onscreen. "Scoring with a guy like Trey is worth leaving the company. Wealth management firms are a dime a dozen in L.A. Men like that, on the other hand, are rare."It took an effort not to roll my eyes. "Easy for you to say when you've got headhunters calling you every week."And even though I'd always been great at my job, I'd never had those kinds of opportunities. Face-to-face interviews were a unique brand of torture for me. I would be researching investment portfolio options and computing potential stock returns for our clients for the rest of my career.Fawn winked before she opened the door, totally unruffled. Normally, I would have scurried right back to my office since speaking with clients was definitely not my thing, even though, technically, I could have sat in on the meeting. I usually took a behind-the-scenes approach, even if I had made some strides toward greater self-confidence after discovering some aptitude for dancing this year. But I was curious about our visitor.Besides, who would notice me standing in the shadows when our star asset advisor walked in to take her seat at the head of that polished mahogany table? I probably wouldn't have any chance to glimpse Trey Fraser's touted washboard abs. But sometimes even those of us who had grown up surrounded by celebrities had our moments of rubbernecking with the really big names.And frankly, as someone interested in business and finance, I was more curious about a mogul-inthe-making like Trey than I would have been about a flavor-of-the-week movie star. Even though he had taken some serious flack in the media for the lawsuit he was rumored to have in the works against his famous father, who'd been Trey's former employer before Trey had opened the talent agency.So, walking through the open door, I helped myself to a tiny peek from under bangs so long the tips touched my lashes.I expected a big group would be accompanying him, but there was only one man waiting for Fawn as she walked in. Tall and slim-hipped, he wore a black suit with a black dress shirt open at the collar. He would have appeared vaguely dangerous with high cheekbones, angular features and dark eyes. But when he smiled, his whole face changed, his eyes crinkling into familiar lines at the corners. He looked a bit Mediterranean, and I remembered some old scuttlebutt that his mother was an Italian actress whom his famous father seduced when she was barely legal.Trey Fraser was only thirtyish, but he was handsome in that George Clooney, gorgeous-even-when-he'd-be-eighty way. No wonder Fawn had been fluffing her hair and pinching her cheeks."Hi," he said suddenly, turning toward me. "I'm Trey Fraser."I'd been spotted.He stalked toward me, hand extended as if to draw me into the room. Heart pounding and feet sticking to the floor, I froze in disbelief that he'd seen through the camouflage my long bangs usually provided. Along with my poorly fitting suit, which I wore with running shoes since I never met with clients.Who noticed Courtney Masterson when Fawn was around?"H-h-hi," I managed, though my stuttered greeting was so quiet he might not have heard.Damn it. Hadn't I conquered the speech impediment?His hand enveloped mine with a warm squeeze while I sought any excuse to leave. Out of your league! my brain shouted at me. Retreat!The moment in which our hands clasped probably only lasted a fraction of a second. But since I'd never been that close to a certified hunk, let alone touched one, I took in every last detail from the clean scent of his faint aftershave to the way his hair swooped in a wave over his forehead."Courtney?" Fawn said from behind him, sounding puzzled. "Would you like to join us?"Of course not. I didn't make a habit of sitting in on client meetings, even though as a financial researcher I had more knowledge about the person's assets than anyone on staff. But saying as much meant risking another mortifying stutter-fest.Why had I decided to play Peeping Tom today?"Come on in," Trey said, stepping out of the doorway to gesture me inside.It'd be impolite to utter something like "No freaking way" in front of a customer. So I did the next-best thing.I spun around and fled the scene, my tennis shoes making quick work of the hallway as I dashed into my office and shut the door behind me.Was I a little shy? Duh. It had started with the childhood stutter, continued with a mom who was embarrassed by me and snowballed into an insecurity with a life of its own. Going near a Hollywood hottie was—for a girl like me—just plain stupid. Moth to a flame and all that. I think my wings were already singed.But I was working hard to overcome the shyness.I'd never get close to the Trey Frasers of the world, though he was seriously hot and would probably fuel my private fantasies for a long time. Instead, I was working on another approach to my issues and making baby steps toward conquering those self-doubting demons in my head.In fact, I needed a dose of that heady medicine right now before my heart pounded out of my chest. So I grabbed my gym bag from under the desk, and checking to be sure the hallway was clear, headed out the back door. I would indulge in the latest fitness craze, which had slowly turned into my one source of real physical confidence in the past year.I'd learned that there was nothing like a little pole dancing to bring out the tigress in any woman.Nice girls ran from him.As he sat through his meeting at Sphere Asset Management, Trey Fraser couldn't stop thinking about the brunette who'd fled from his presence earlier.He tried to listen to her colleague as she walked him through the nuances of interest allocation, but he kept seeing a pair of darting gray eyes that looked anywhere but at him. He told himself it didn't matter, since he had no time for women in his life right now, anyway. His father had thwarted him professionally last winter, and Trey would have his hands full for the next few years just trying to prove to the world that he was a different kind of man—a man of his word. Tough to do when they were both in the film industry and his father—Thomas Fraser II—had a hell of a lot of clout.Still, it frustrated Trey that his ongoing and very public rift with his dad had made the kind of headlines that sent Pretty Gray Eyes running. Courtney, he recalled. He'd been deemed the most ungrateful son in Hollywood history for even considering a lawsuit against his father for breach of contract. He'd been dubbed "Mr. Entitled" in industry papers and the mainstream press hadn't painted him much better. Didn't they realize that the only reason his father threw up one roadblock after another in Trey's career was to make sure success never came too easily? As a self-made man, Thomas insisted that obstacles made a person stronger. Tougher.So he considered it his parental duty to be sure Trey encountered plenty, even when they bordered on il...

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In these reader-favorite stories by Joanne Rock, danger, secrets and passion collide as two women get a second chance in the arms of their sexy protectorsDon't Look BackNYPD detective Donata Casale has put her past behind her and is climbing the ranks at her precinct. Until she's assigned to a case with the man who once arrested her: the dangerously sexy P.I. Sean Beringer. Keeping things strictly business proves impossible, and they're soon burning up the sheets together. As her partner brings her to the breaking point of passion, Donata lays it all on the line—to solve the case and win her man.Just One LookFor body double Tabitha Everheart, spending her days practically naked with gorgeous men should be easy. Sure it's a poor imitation of the real thing but her short-lived disastrous marriage has left her gun-shy. When a literal bullet shatters her apartment window and she needs protection, sexy cop Warren Vitalis steps in. But Tabitha can only keep her...

Chance of a lifetime It's finally Heather Finley's moment. After spending years looking after her mother in the tiny town of Heartache, Tennessee, Heather's about to follow her dream of singing country music. She can nearly hear the audiences hollering... until the town's handsome mayor, Zach Chance, comes to her with troubling questions about her late father's past. Once again, Heather has to choose: protect her family or chase her heart's desire? Zach is determined to help, and to convince Heather that she belongs in Heartache - with him. But is he just another distraction? Or could he be the one to show Heather how a small-town love can make her big-time dreams come true?

Full-body contact never felt this good...By rights, they should hate each other.Filmmaker Jennifer Hunter doesn't want to make a hockey documentary any more than hockey defenseman Axel Rankin wants to star in one. But neither of them anticipates the molten rush of pure lust for each other, and they can't help but give in, on and off camera....The last thing Axel needs is a camera shoved in his face, probing into his life and his rocky past. Especially if the woman calling the shots is a mouthy, assertive, drop-dead sexy redhead--who makes him want to do things that definitely require an adults-only rating!His favorite game just got a whole new set of rules....

Can he win back his wife?When Caroline McNeill shows up outside her husband's mansion, she claims to have no memory of the past year...or their passion-filled honeymoon. But faking amnesia is the only way Caroline can find out if Damon was behind her abduction. She needs to trust him—a man she craves but still barely knows—before she can tell him about their infant son. Did the Silicon Valley mogul merely marry to claim an inheritance then dispose of her? Or is what they share real and forever?

What all-American male could resist a sugarcoated seduction?Journalist Hugh Duncan can sniff out international intrigue, but finding a juicy scoop in a Miami singles' club right under his nose? Could a voluptuous chef, singing a siren song while icing a Kama Sutra cream puff, be his next big story -- or is she just a luscious piece of fluff? And if the kitchen contessa insists on giving out free samples -- well, there's an offer no gentleman should refuse...Giselle Cesare has a history of stirring up trouble, and not just on her stove. Even so, the minute a handsome reporter wanders into Club Paradise, she knows she's struck gold. By the time their first date draws to a close, Giselle has hit on the secret to spontaneous combustion! Unfortunately, if Hugh persists in digging up her past, more than her sexplicit desserts will be exposed!

Subject: Navy Lieutenant Brad Riddock, explosives expert.Current Status: On leave...and on alert!Mission: Getting mentally prepared for his next mission.Obstacle: Getting Nikki Thornton out of his head...and into his bed.All Professor Nikki Thornton wants is to fix up the home she's inherited from a friend. The place is run down, and she's at her wit's end dealing with her friend's hostile relations. On the upside, she has a droolingly hot neighbor—whose late-night workouts offer seriously panty-vaporizing entertainment.Explosives expert Navy Lieutenant Brad Riddock is on enforced R&R...but it's rapidly becoming more racy than restful! When Nikki receives threatening letters, Brad immediately offers his protection—his very personal protection. But his leave is soon over, and the threats to Nikki's safety are escalating. Will this volatile situation bring them together...before it tears them apart?

USA TODAY bestselling author"Just because we leave the party doesn't mean the night has to end."Rancher Xander Currin won't commit to anyone after tragedy broke his heart. But when his feisty ranch hand Frankie Walsh puts herself at risk to secure her future, his protective instincts kick in. He offers her a ticket to the rich and connected at the Texas Cattleman's Club gala. But soon combustible desires consume them both...and someone's going to get burned.

Growing up in the Christmas-crazed theme town of Yuletide was fun for fashion designer Rachel Chambers until a family scandal made her unwelcome. Eight years later, she’s home for a friend’s wedding and trying to go incognito… until her old flame spots her.Snowboarder Gavin Blake wants to make things right with Rachel, and smoothing her way back in Yuletide seems like the best way to do just that. Making Rachel his date for a week of pre-wedding parties is sure to bring them closer. Except he underestimated how long a small town can carry a grudge–or how much the memory of a long-ago kiss could tempt him all over again.As the wedding approaches, Rachel remembers all she loved about her close-knit, Christmas-loving neighbors. But even if she can win over the town again, will she be able to convince her footloose, mogul-shredding wedding date that they can find happiness beyond the holidays?

Heartache—the best place to heal Erin Finley heads home to Heartache, Tennesee, after the perfect guy turns out to be anything but. She throws herself into running a vintage store with her sister and surrounding herself with the comforts of her small town. Then one rainy night, TV producer Remy Weldon shows up and almost sweeps her off her feet! Remy sees more in Erin than she sees in herself. Quirky, beautiful and capable, he needs her for his antiques show—and for himself. Because Erin is the first star Remy's found in the very dark night that has become his life. And she might just be able to lead him into the dawn…Review"A sweet tale about the power of love healing wounds and giving second chances. Both Erin and Remy have been badly hurt, and both learn to open their hearts and love again." Romantic Times, 4 starsFrom the AuthorI hope you enjoy my second trip to Heartache, Tennessee, the town I introduced in my first Harlequin Superromance, PROMISES UNDER THE PEACH TREE. I fell in love with the Finley family and all the characters I met in their hometown. It's a world that continues to build in NIGHTS UNDER THE TENNESSEE STARS where we meet Mack's sister Erin and the stranger who finds shelter in her store one spring evening. Up next, look for DANCES UNDER THE HARVEST MOON coming to Superromance in October 2015 and, as always, thank you so much for reading. Hearing from readers makes my work a pleasure! Joanne Rock

Scotland, 1306. Violet of Caladan refuses to be any man’s prize, though her father insists she marry a warrior who can protect their land from a vicious killer. Highlander Finn Mac Néill has answered her father’s call for a champion to hunt the murderer, but it is Violet who catches the seductive warrior’s eye. She cannot long resist Finn’s sensual pursuit, blaming a faulty love potion for her heated response to him. But the longer she serves the Highlander’s pleasure, the more she discovers her own desires….

For every attraction...When it comes to breaking the rules, Summer Farnsworth is an expert. From her wild braids to her vintage bustiers, she lives by her own guide. So how can she explain her attraction to Mr. By-the-Book, Jackson Taggart? Sure, the guy is gorgeous with to-die-for shoulders, but she can't get to those shoulders through all the starch in his shirt! After a few steamy kisses, however, she's willing to play by the rules of seduction...if only for a day or two!There's an equal opposite reaction!Jackson knows that life with Summer would be simpler if he just wanted a fling. But something about her uninhibited ways has him captivated and he knows it will take more than a few weeks to satisfy his desire for her. In fact, it could take forever. So, armed with a few sensual moves, Jackson begins his campaign to persuade Summer that the best sparks fly when opposites attract....