Lying in Your Arms
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Only a firefighter can handle this blaze...
Madison Reid’s engagement is a sham. Her movie-star fiancé is actually her childhood friend...who’s gay. When he decides he can’t keep living a lie, Madison ends things by leaking a salacious story about a hot—if fictional—affair. Now surrounded by swarms of news-hungry paparazzi, Madison escapes to the beauty of Costa Rica until things cool down....
Firefighter Leo Santori is on his honeymoon. Alone. Still torn up about losing his fiancée to another guy, Leo isn’t expecting anything from Costa Rica. That is, until Madison steps into his world, rocks it and then lights it on fire. The heat between them is undeniable—and irresistible. But when Madison’s scandalous past catches up with them, will it extinguish the flames...or will they both end up burned?
Praise for Leslie Kelly
“Leslie Kelly is a rising star of romance!”
—#1 New York Times bestselling author
Debbie Macomber
“Kelly is a top writer,
and this is another excellent book. 4 ½ stars.”
—RT Book Reviews on Play with Me
“A hip contemporary romance
packed with great one-liners! 4 ½ stars.”
—RT Book Reviews on Terms of Surrender
“One Wild Wedding Night features sexy and
fun stories with likable characters, only to
end with a sexy story that floors me with how well it resonates with me. Oh, this one is definitely wild, but even better, it also aims for the heart.”
—Mrs. Giggles
“Whoa, baby, Overexposed is hot stuff!
Ms. Kelly employs a great deal of heart and humor to achieve balance with this incendiary romance. Great characters, many of whom fans will recognize, and a vibrant narrative kept this reader glued to each and every word. Overexposed is without a doubt one of the better Blaze books
I have read to date.”
—The Romance Reader’s Connection
Dear Reader,
Although I’ve written many books for Harlequin Blaze, the ones readers most often ask me about are the Santori stories. Something about that big Italian family in Chicago just strikes a chord with people. I can’t tell you how often I’m asked if I ever plan to go back and show where the family is now and how everybody is doing.
I’ve thought about it for a long time—these beloved characters are never far from my thoughts. How are Lottie and Simon doing? Is he still dark and haunted? What about Izzie and Nick—any chance the stripper and the bouncer ever had kids? Believe me, I’m just as curious as some of you.
So, when I started working on a sequel to Waking Up to You, and decided I wanted the hero to be a firefighter from Chicago, I couldn’t help but think he had to be a Santori. He’s not a sibling of the first six, he’s a cousin. But believe me, I loved Leo Santori just as much as I did all those originals.
Fortunately, Leo has two brothers, too! And lots and lots of cousins.
I do hope you enjoy Leo and Madison’s story. Thank you for your constant support.
Happy reading!
Leslie Kelly
Lying in
Your Arms
Leslie Kelly
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Leslie Kelly has written dozens of books and novellas for Harlequin Blaze, Temptation and Harlequin HQN. Known for her sparkling dialogue, fun characters and steamy sensuality, she has been honored with numerous awards, including a National Reader’s Choice Award, a Colorado Award of Excellence, a Golden Quill and a RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award in Series Romance. Leslie has also been nominated four times for the highest award in romance fiction, the RWA RITA® Award.
Leslie lives in Maryland with her own romantic hero, Bruce, and their daughters. Visit her online at www.lesliekelly.com or at her blog, www.plotmonkeys.com.
Books by Leslie Kelly
HARLEQUIN BLAZE
347—OVEREXPOSED
369—ONE WILD WEDDING NIGHT
402—SLOW HANDS
408—HEATED RUSH
447—BLAZING BEDTIME STORIES
“My, What a Big…You Have!”
501—MORE BLAZING BEDTIME STORIES
“Once Upon a Mattress”
521—PLAY WITH ME
537—BLAZING BEDTIME STORIES, VOLUME V
“A Prince of a Guy”
567—ANOTHER WILD WEDDING NIGHT
616—TERMS OF SURRENDER
650—IT HAPPENED ONE CHRISTMAS
663—ONCE UPON A VALENTINE
“Sleeping with a Beauty”
689—BLAZING MIDSUMMER NIGHTS
723—LET IT SNOW...
“The Prince Who Stole Christmas”
747—WAKING UP TO YOU
To get the inside scoop on Harlequin Blaze and its talented writers, be sure to check out blazeauthors.com.
To my sisters, Lynn, Donna, Karen and Cheri.
You are all always in my heart.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Excerpt
Prologue
The Hollywood Tattler—
Shane Going NC-17?
WELL, LADIES, GET ready to indulge in a sexy lovefest with superhot movie star Tommy Shane. Word is circulating that Shane’s fiancée, screenwriter Madison Reid, is on the verge of selling her naughtily-ever-after screenplay and her hubby-to-be is going to star in it!
Shane, who regularly lands on everyone’s sexiest men alive lists, has played action heroes, romantic leads and innocent soldiers. But my sources tell me this next role—as a mysterious, dangerous man who lures an innocent young woman into his dark sexual fantasies—will be the edgiest, hottest performance of his career.
As if women all over the world didn’t already have enough to fantasize about when it came to this golden-haired Adonis.
Soon, fantasizing will be all other women can do. Because we’re also hearing rumors that Tommy and his fiancée have finally started making wedding plans for next year. Although Shane and Reid—his childhood sweetheart—live in a swanky beachside house in Laguna, they’re heading to the other coast for the nuptial celebration. They will reportedly be having a small, private ceremony with their families in Florida, where they grew up as next-door neighbors.
Can you imagine Thomas Superstud Shane being the boy next door? Be still my heart.
We don’t know a whole lot about the beautiful Miss Reid. But we suspect millions of women around the world would give anything and everything to be in her shoes. Or at least in her bed. I mean, who doesn’t want to know just how much of her sultry screenplay is based on her real-life adventures with Tommy!
Congratulations and good luck you gorgeous lovebirds. I’ll be watching the mail for my invitation.
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“WAIT, ARE YOU SAYING you want me to break up with you?”
Not sure she’d correctly heard the drop-dead gorgeous man sitting across from her, Madison waited for a response from Tommy Shane. Aka her fiancé, aka the handsomest man alive, aka Superstud, aka Academy Award nominee.
Aka the man who wanted her to dump him right after they’d intentionally leaked details about their hush-hush wedding.
Aka...WTF?
“Yeah, Mad. I do.”
She didn’t get angry, the way most fiancées probably would. She wasn’t the typical fiancée and theirs wasn’t a typical relationship. Not by a long shot. If they knew the truth, most people would
say she and Tommy put the “dys” in dysfunctional.
So, no, she wasn’t angry. She was just confused, not sure what was going on. “You’re the one who wanted this engagement.”
“I know.”
“You’re the one who leaked the wedding date to the press.”
“I know that, too.”
“You’re the one who played up the childhood-sweethearts-going-home-to-Florida-to-get-married angle.”
“Yes.”
“You convinced me to leave New York and move out here.”
He shook his head. “But you’re glad about that, aren’t you? Look how well you’re doing. Any day now, you’re going to get a call that one of the big studios is going to produce your screenplay.”
She wished she could be as sure. Madison had confidence in the story she’d crafted and pitched to the studios, with Tommy’s help. But that didn’t make it a done deal, even with his name attached to it as the star. Although, that sure didn’t hurt.
She hadn’t written it with him in mind. She’d seen her possibly murderous hero being someone much more dark and twisted. But he’d read the script, loved it and asked for the role. Who was she to turn down Hollywood’s number one box office draw?
“This isn’t simply cold feet, is it?” she asked, glancing down at the feet in question. “Make that cold ginormous feet.”
“They’re warm and toasty,” he said with a flirtatious grin that would melt the underwear off any woman. Well, any woman who didn’t know him well. “And you know what they say, big feet...”
“Big, fat ego,” she said with a definite eye roll. Tommy Shane had long ago lost the ability to flirt his way around her common sense. She liked him—loved him, in fact—but she was wise to his antics and not susceptible to his looks or his charm.
“So, what do you say? Will you dump me, ASAP, preferably in as public a manner as possible?”
“Dude, seriously? I’d be happy to dump you on your ass so hard your butt cheeks will look like pancakes,” she said, feeling far more relieved than a supposedly blushing bride should. “But I have two questions. First, will anybody buy it?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, why would any woman ever break up with you?”
“Well, I’m gay.”
There was that.
Tommy’s legion of worldwide fans wouldn’t believe it, but his sexuality hadn’t been a secret to her, not for a long time. He might play the part of sex symbol to every woman on the planet, but in his private life, Tommy Shane was strictly attracted to men—lately one particular man—and was very happy about it.
“Yeah, but nobody knows about that. Wasn’t your in-the-closet-ness the reason we got engaged in the first place?”
“Of course.”
“And haven’t we been playing lovebirds to the press to cement your cover story so you can keep those sexy-leading-man roles coming your way?”
He smirked. “Well, it wasn’t for your smoking-hot bod.”
Chuckling, she placed a hand against her smoking-hot hip, knowing she held as much sex appeal for him as a beach ball. The one time she’d tried to kiss him romantically—when they were in middle school—she’d known they lacked any chemistry. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out why. Hell, she should have figured it out in elementary school when the two of them would always fight over who got to be Buttercup when they played Powerpuff Girls.
Although the story they’d fed to the press had been fairy-tale nonsense, there had been some truth in it. They had known each other from childhood. She, Tommy and her twin sister Candace—who’d always played Bubbles to their Buttercup during The Powerpuff Girls days—had been inseparable growing up. He’d climbed into their window for secret sleepovers, had spent long summer days with them at the beach. He had taught Candace how to dance, and Madison how to give a blow job...using a banana, of course. He’d always loved to perform, but had also been strong—he even punched a guy once who’d groped Madison at a concert. Heck, he’d been the one who’d bought a pregnancy test kit for her when she’d had a late-period scare in high school. He’d even offered to marry her if the stick turned blue!
He was a wonderful, loyal, devoted friend. Which was why she had stepped in and agreed to get engaged to him in his time of need...after her sister, who was supposed to be the false fiancée, had gone and fallen in love with her dream man.
No, the engagement wasn’t supposed to culminate in a real marriage, but their planned breakup was a long way off. They’d scheduled everything, figuring in shooting schedules and premieres, knowing how long they needed to keep up the pretense. They’d discussed how to pull off a gradual, friendly breakup once both of them were in good enough career positions to come out of it unscathed. And now he wanted to ditch all that in favor of an impromptu dumping, before they’d even had a chance to stage a public disagreement?
“Nobody’ll buy it. You’re the biggest fish in the ocean. What woman in her right mind would let you slip off her hook?”
“They’ll believe it once the world knows what a cheating mackerel I am,” he said with a simple shrug.
She gaped. “Tell me you’re joking. You did not cheat!”
She didn’t add on me. How could he cheat on her when they weren’t involved? Even if the big rock on her finger said otherwise.
But there was someone else he could have cheated on, which would break Madison’s heart. Tommy’s new guy was wonderful.
“You didn’t betray Simon, did you?”
“No, of course not,” he insisted, looking horrified.
That made her feel a little better. Tommy wasn’t the most reliable sort when it came to his romantic life. If he was stupid enough to screw up this new relationship, she’d personally whack him upside the head with his own SAG Award.
“So you two are still okay?”
“Fine.” Tommy smiled wistfully. “He’s great, isn’t he?”
“More than great.” Simon, a neurosurgeon, made her friend happier than she’d seen him in years. “So who’d you cheat on?”
“You.”
“You’re saying you have another best-friend-turned-fake-fiancée...besides Candace? I mean, I’ve always forgiven you for cheating on me with my sister, even when we were in third grade and you always picked her first for kick ball.”
“Not Candace,” he said. “I meant, you tell the world I cheated on you. Since I’m turning over an open-and-honest leaf, you don’t even have to say it was with a woman. That’ll just be what people will think. Who wouldn’t dump me for cheating?”
Huh. He had a point. Technically, that was true.
“People will buy it. We’ll be all Rob-and-Kristen-like.”
She caught the reference. Madison wasn’t a Hollywood insider, despite her engagement to a crown prince of Tinseltown, but who hadn’t heard of the scandal surrounding one of Hollywood’s “It” couples during the whole Twilight craze?
“Okay, so they probably would believe that. People have been wondering how on earth I caught you in the first place.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, gorgeous.”
She shrugged. Attractive? Yeah, she’d cop to that. But gorgeous? No way. She had never felt more inept and lacking as a woman than when she’d attended some of these L.A. parties packed wall-to-wall with women who were pretzel-stick thin, cover-girl perfect and runway model clothed. Oh, and saber-toothed-tiger clawed. Sheesh, the competition out here was insane.
“But even if it works, why should we do it now rather than sticking to our long engagement, slow-breakup plan?”
He thrust a hand through his thick, sun-streaked hair, looking boyishly adorable. If there’d been an audience, all the women would just have sighed, every one of them dying to smooth that soft hair back into place. Madison just grunted.
Melodrama over, he said, “It’s because of Simon.”
“He asked you to do this?”
“No. We’ve been talking about how important it is to be honest. Me living a lie with you—no mat
ter how good the reason or the fact that you’re fine with it—won’t convince him I’m growing and becoming true to myself.”
“Simon would never want you to sabotage your career.”
“I know. But this is a step toward the kind of life I want, and the kind of man I want to be. One who isn’t afraid, who doesn’t go to crazy lengths to hide who he is.”
She rarely heard Tommy talk this way. His blue eyes didn’t sparkle with mischief. He didn’t appear to be acting. He was just being the sweet boy next door she’d always known, telling her what he really wanted, all the pretense stripped away, all the trappings of his lifestyle shoved into the background. Just Tommy. Just her friend. Her friend who needed her.
She’d always been there when he needed her, and vice versa.
“Besides, you’re not being true to yourself, either,” he added. “You aren’t like Candace. I knew it wouldn’t be a hardship for her to go without sex for a while. You, though... I know you’re horny enough to climb out of your own skin.”
She couldn’t deny that; Tommy knew her well. She’d been the first one of the three of them to lose her virginity—at sixteen—and had probably had more lovers than the other two combined. The six months of their engagement had been the longest she’d gone without sex in years, and her biggest, naughtiest toys just weren’t filling the gap anymore. So to speak.
“You’ve been a great fiancée. Now you can be off the hook and go out there and get some.”
“Sure, I’ll just find a hot guy and say, ‘Do me, baby.’”
“Yep.”
“Not so easy.”
“Not so hard, either. So, will you dump me? Free us both?”
Hell, she’d gotten engaged to him out of love, hadn’t she? Of course she could dump the man for the same reason.
But, she suddenly realized, dumping him might not be in his best interest. Because here was the thing about movie star breakup scandals. It was always the cheater who got slammed, not the cheatee. Frankly, Madison didn’t need public approval. They wouldn’t pay one moment’s attention to a wannabe screenwriter who’d had a fling.
But Tommy Shane? Every woman’s fantasy man, every kid’s comic book hero, every man’s wanna-be-him guy? Well, hell. Tommy Shane couldn’t be a cheater. It would be like...like John Wayne turning out to be a secret communist or something.
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