Book Description:
What starts out as a simple massage treatment for spa manager David’s best friend
Kim, turns into a night of seduction and sexual discovery.
Always relegated to the friend zone, David is determined to show Kim what she’s
been missing…one erogenous zone at a time. Sure, their friendship is on the line.
And sure, David’s hiding a motive larger than either him or Kim. But the second
his hands touch her smooth skin, he just doesn’t care anymore.
Kim’s been so focused on the loss of her sports career that she’s had no time for
romance or sex. But her response to David can’t be denied. Is it just that her body’s
been missing out, or could her heart be involved too?
Thoughts for the book;
The story is pretty good yet short. Maybe this way is good for the book,I don't know but you can read it's very funny Kim and David. In the end it took me surprise that there's secret..David's secret. And if you find out you have read! Good Luck :)
Excerpt From One night in the SPA
"It's from my friend's aunt Tilde, okay? It's one of her favorite words. Have no idea what it
means. Don't even know how to spell it. Now for the love of God, will you tell me what's wrong with
you?"
"I'm developing!"
He stared at her. He looked at her, replayed the conversation in his brain, and still didn't get it.
What the hell did “developing” mean? "Um—"
"I'm going through puberty, okay? I've suddenly got real periods, I've gained like a hundred
pounds, and these things won't stop!" She gestured to her breasts. Come to think of it, they were fuller
than he remembered. Beautifully so.
"Um, Kim. Aren't you twenty-four?"
"And a half. Yes."
"So didn't you—"
"Go through puberty eons ago? Yeah, that's what I thought. But think about my life for the last
decade. I was working out six, eight, sometimes ten hours a day. It wasn't just the racquetball training. I
was teaching aerobics classes, self-defense, and lifting weights too. Add to that my school schedule,
and I've never had more than fifteen percent body fat. Apparently, that's not enough to develop into a
full woman."
He nodded slowly, processing her words. It aligned pretty clearly with what he had already
guessed. Given her knee injury, she'd suddenly stopped most of her activity. Her body had finally had a
chance to rest, put on some fat, and get back on track in the propagation-of-the-species way. It all made
sense.
So why did she say she was sick? Why did she write in her journal that she was insane?
"Kim—"
"Look, my doctor says it's normal—and let me tell you, that was one conversation I never want
to have again—but it's just driving me insane. Everything's accelerated, apparently. More intense
because I'm so late doing this. But until my hormones balance out and…whatever…I have trouble
focusing. I'm antsy and irritable and…and…"
"Horny?"
Her skin flushed a bright red and she suddenly dropped her head into her hands. "Kill me now,"
she moaned.
He laughed. What would it be like to be going along in what you thought was a normal adult
life, then suddenly lose your career and get hit with puberty all at once? Not only did she have all this
grief about racquetball, but suddenly her hormones were throwing her emotions around like a Ping-
Pong ball. No wonder she thought she was going insane.
He exhaled loudly, feeling his tension drain away. "Well, that's a relief. At least I know you're
not dying of a brain tumor or something."
She lifted her head to glare at him. "So glad I could help."
He smiled at her. "Come on, Kim. You've got to see the humor in this. I've always envied how
together you are—so cool under pressure, unstoppable on the court, driven at work. Hell, I have no idea
how you managed to train and go to school at the same time."
"By being focused."
"Well, yeah. It's easy to be focused when you don't have adolescent distractions hitting you all
the time. You basically grew up in a hormonal monastery and now—"
"I'm stepping onto a porn set."
He knew she was joking. He knew it, and yet his belly tightened up as his stomach sank to his
heels. The image of her shaking her stuff and moaning in orgasm during an orgy had him nearly
choking on his combined lust and horror.
"Oh my God, Pepke, you should see your face." She threw a pillow at him. "I'm not actually
doing a porn show."
"I didn't think—"
"Sure you didn't. You just got sickly pale there for no reason at all." She flopped back into her
chair. "I meant that everywhere I look, all I can think about is sex, sex, sex. Is this what is wrong with
all those teenagers? It's a wonder they can sit through a class. I can barely sit at my desk for two
minutes before I have to be up and doing something. But God forbid I walk into the weight room or the
training studio. All those…" She choked off her words.
"Hot, sweaty men?"
"They don't even have to be hot, David. I'm seeing everything and everyone."
She made it sound as though she was depraved. She certainly looked as if she'd rather die than
admit this to anyone, but he was still trying to process the details.
"You mean you've never gone through adolescence at all?" That couldn't be true. She had
breasts and hips. Granted, they were curvier now than before, but she had to have gone through some
sort of puberty. Right?
She sighed, the sound mournful. "Well, that's what I thought too. And yes, I've had periods and
stuff, but they were always light, never regular. And they'd stop altogether during tournament season."
Okay, so she'd been slowed, not stopped. "But you've had boyfriends. I've seen you date."
She nodded. "And I did." She started listing off the men he'd had burned into his brain years
before. Brian, Danny, and Bastard Rick—the one who had pushed for more in their relationship, so
she'd just dumped him. Flat-out told him to fuck off. Never spoke to him again.
The men lined up in his brain and he realized that she'd never spoken about them with any kind
of passion. Just a casual kind of he-and-I-used-to-hang-out way. She'd made it sound as though they'd
barely been a blip on her radar. Now he knew why. She'd been dating more because that's what people
did, not because she had any true interest in it.
He nodded slowly, his mind finally processing what had happened. "All your time was spent at
school or training." Until a little over ten months ago when she'd blown her knee. Then there'd been
surgery and three months in a cast and now…and now her body was making up for lost time.
She pushed out of her chair to pace around the room. "Look, I haven't been like a monk or
anything. I've kissed. I've had sex…sort of."
"But you never got into it?" he asked.
"Not like everyone else did. I just never understood what the big deal was."
He felt his lips curve at that. Boy, was she in for a change in perspective. "So are you figuring it
out now?"
"Yeah," she ground out. "And it sucks!" She stopped pacing, closed her eyes and let her head
drop back with an anguished moan. It was a pose of defeat, and yet he couldn't help but see every line
over her curvaceous body. She'd been too thin before, too much like a marathon runner with no body
fat, minimal curves, and no chest to speak of. Now she was bursting out of her yoga gear, and it was all
he could do not to throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to his caveman bedroom.
Then she turned her head to stare at him. "What are you grinning at?"
He tried to wipe the smile off his face, but he couldn't quite do it. It was terrible of him—she
was really struggling here—but all he could think was: no wonder. No wonder he was just her sports
buddy. It was because her body had been shut down. Her female urges had been locked away, but not
any more. Finally, he could relate to her as a man who wants a woman.
Hallelujah!
Except he had to tread carefully. After all, any Tom, Dick, or Harry could sexually overwhelm a
woman, especially one as confused as she was right then. But he didn't want to overwhelm her. He
wanted to seduce her correctly, show her the delights of sexuality in the right way. He wanted to love
her, and that took a delicate hand.
means. Don't even know how to spell it. Now for the love of God, will you tell me what's wrong with
you?"
"I'm developing!"
He stared at her. He looked at her, replayed the conversation in his brain, and still didn't get it.
What the hell did “developing” mean? "Um—"
"I'm going through puberty, okay? I've suddenly got real periods, I've gained like a hundred
pounds, and these things won't stop!" She gestured to her breasts. Come to think of it, they were fuller
than he remembered. Beautifully so.
"Um, Kim. Aren't you twenty-four?"
"And a half. Yes."
"So didn't you—"
"Go through puberty eons ago? Yeah, that's what I thought. But think about my life for the last
decade. I was working out six, eight, sometimes ten hours a day. It wasn't just the racquetball training. I
was teaching aerobics classes, self-defense, and lifting weights too. Add to that my school schedule,
and I've never had more than fifteen percent body fat. Apparently, that's not enough to develop into a
full woman."
He nodded slowly, processing her words. It aligned pretty clearly with what he had already
guessed. Given her knee injury, she'd suddenly stopped most of her activity. Her body had finally had a
chance to rest, put on some fat, and get back on track in the propagation-of-the-species way. It all made
sense.
So why did she say she was sick? Why did she write in her journal that she was insane?
"Kim—"
"Look, my doctor says it's normal—and let me tell you, that was one conversation I never want
to have again—but it's just driving me insane. Everything's accelerated, apparently. More intense
because I'm so late doing this. But until my hormones balance out and…whatever…I have trouble
focusing. I'm antsy and irritable and…and…"
"Horny?"
Her skin flushed a bright red and she suddenly dropped her head into her hands. "Kill me now,"
she moaned.
He laughed. What would it be like to be going along in what you thought was a normal adult
life, then suddenly lose your career and get hit with puberty all at once? Not only did she have all this
grief about racquetball, but suddenly her hormones were throwing her emotions around like a Ping-
Pong ball. No wonder she thought she was going insane.
He exhaled loudly, feeling his tension drain away. "Well, that's a relief. At least I know you're
not dying of a brain tumor or something."
She lifted her head to glare at him. "So glad I could help."
He smiled at her. "Come on, Kim. You've got to see the humor in this. I've always envied how
together you are—so cool under pressure, unstoppable on the court, driven at work. Hell, I have no idea
how you managed to train and go to school at the same time."
"By being focused."
"Well, yeah. It's easy to be focused when you don't have adolescent distractions hitting you all
the time. You basically grew up in a hormonal monastery and now—"
"I'm stepping onto a porn set."
He knew she was joking. He knew it, and yet his belly tightened up as his stomach sank to his
heels. The image of her shaking her stuff and moaning in orgasm during an orgy had him nearly
choking on his combined lust and horror.
"Oh my God, Pepke, you should see your face." She threw a pillow at him. "I'm not actually
doing a porn show."
"I didn't think—"
"Sure you didn't. You just got sickly pale there for no reason at all." She flopped back into her
chair. "I meant that everywhere I look, all I can think about is sex, sex, sex. Is this what is wrong with
all those teenagers? It's a wonder they can sit through a class. I can barely sit at my desk for two
minutes before I have to be up and doing something. But God forbid I walk into the weight room or the
training studio. All those…" She choked off her words.
"Hot, sweaty men?"
"They don't even have to be hot, David. I'm seeing everything and everyone."
She made it sound as though she was depraved. She certainly looked as if she'd rather die than
admit this to anyone, but he was still trying to process the details.
"You mean you've never gone through adolescence at all?" That couldn't be true. She had
breasts and hips. Granted, they were curvier now than before, but she had to have gone through some
sort of puberty. Right?
She sighed, the sound mournful. "Well, that's what I thought too. And yes, I've had periods and
stuff, but they were always light, never regular. And they'd stop altogether during tournament season."
Okay, so she'd been slowed, not stopped. "But you've had boyfriends. I've seen you date."
She nodded. "And I did." She started listing off the men he'd had burned into his brain years
before. Brian, Danny, and Bastard Rick—the one who had pushed for more in their relationship, so
she'd just dumped him. Flat-out told him to fuck off. Never spoke to him again.
The men lined up in his brain and he realized that she'd never spoken about them with any kind
of passion. Just a casual kind of he-and-I-used-to-hang-out way. She'd made it sound as though they'd
barely been a blip on her radar. Now he knew why. She'd been dating more because that's what people
did, not because she had any true interest in it.
He nodded slowly, his mind finally processing what had happened. "All your time was spent at
school or training." Until a little over ten months ago when she'd blown her knee. Then there'd been
surgery and three months in a cast and now…and now her body was making up for lost time.
She pushed out of her chair to pace around the room. "Look, I haven't been like a monk or
anything. I've kissed. I've had sex…sort of."
"But you never got into it?" he asked.
"Not like everyone else did. I just never understood what the big deal was."
He felt his lips curve at that. Boy, was she in for a change in perspective. "So are you figuring it
out now?"
"Yeah," she ground out. "And it sucks!" She stopped pacing, closed her eyes and let her head
drop back with an anguished moan. It was a pose of defeat, and yet he couldn't help but see every line
over her curvaceous body. She'd been too thin before, too much like a marathon runner with no body
fat, minimal curves, and no chest to speak of. Now she was bursting out of her yoga gear, and it was all
he could do not to throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to his caveman bedroom.
Then she turned her head to stare at him. "What are you grinning at?"
He tried to wipe the smile off his face, but he couldn't quite do it. It was terrible of him—she
was really struggling here—but all he could think was: no wonder. No wonder he was just her sports
buddy. It was because her body had been shut down. Her female urges had been locked away, but not
any more. Finally, he could relate to her as a man who wants a woman.
Hallelujah!
Except he had to tread carefully. After all, any Tom, Dick, or Harry could sexually overwhelm a
woman, especially one as confused as she was right then. But he didn't want to overwhelm her. He
wanted to seduce her correctly, show her the delights of sexuality in the right way. He wanted to love
her, and that took a delicate hand.
About the Author:
Kathy Lyons writes light, funny, sexy stories for Harlequin Blaze. She loves the
faster pace of category books and that her humor can shine through.
She leaves the dark, tortured love stories to her alter ego, Jade Lee.
Visit them both on the web at www.kathylyons.com or www.jadeleeauthor.com
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