"When phone sex becomes the real thing, passions ignite"

Kirby Prescott likes her life just the way it is. She's CEO of her own small cosmetics company. She has no desire to get married and have kids, despite her engaged twin sister's nagging. She prefers her vibrator, Mr. Perfect, or casual sex with no strings attached to hearts and flowers -- like the phone sex she has a couple of times a week with Jack Taylor, the salesman who handles her account. She's never met him, there are no messy entanglements, and he gives great phone, which allows her to explore her submissive side safely with a man she's never met face to face.

But Jack has other ideas. He's not just a salesman. He's a VP. And he's opening a new sales office in San Francisco, Kirby's home town. More importantly, he isn't satisfied with just a phone relationship. He wants the real thing, and he's willing to gamble everything on one weekend together. Kirby isn't happy when he informs her he'll be in town that weekend, but she agrees to meet him.

When she opens the door on Friday, she's in for a surprise. Jack is her height -- in high heels she's taller than he is, not that it bothers him; he tells her the heels make him hot. He's also bald. Granted, other than that, he's gorgeous -- handsome face and a body to die for -- but can Kirby get past the fact that he isn't a Brad Pitt clone? And can Jack break down her defenses in one all-or-nothing attempt to win her heart? When phone sex becomes real sex, their passions ignite, but will it be enough?

A book with an imperfect hero? Fancy that! Jack may lack hair and inches, but when it really matters, he's got more than what it takes to fill Kirby's needs. Charming, gallant, and stubborn as hell, he plays Petruchio to her unwilling Kate, proving that the Bard of Avon understood prickly women who've been hurt too much to risk their hearts. With dogged persistence, he ignores her anger and her fear, and just keeps on coming. With foreplay that involves a creative use of whipped cream and fruit, he proceeds to the bedroom where he displays his prowess admirably. But he's more than a pretty face and a hard cock, and his determination teaches Kirby the difference between a good dominating Asshole and the bad kind. Kirby herself is a rich portrait of a complicated woman who's had her heart broken by a man who not only hurt her but stole her company and has vowed never to let any man get that close again. At turns bitchy and vulnerable, she is no match for the doggedly patient Jack.

In this story that is by turns funny, heart-wrenching and scorchingly sensual, Jasmine Haynes has written another winner with a message that inner beauty matters more than a full head of hair or a couple of extra inches, (Of height, silly; what did you think I meant?)

Sensuality Rating: NC-17; oral sex, sex toys, bondage, public sex

Reviewed by Gillian Fitzgerald
Courtesy Sensual Romance Reviews
Posted June 27, 2004

Summary

You met Kirby, Kristin Prescottıs ball-busting twin, in Double the Pleasure, part of the anthology Business or Pleasure...Or Both, with Rae Morgan. Now Kirby has her own story to tell.

Kirby Prescott is a woman in control of her life. She owns a thriving company, has her pick of gorgeous escorts, and no one to tell her what to do. And she has Jack Taylor, a man sheıs never met but who knows her more intimately than almost anyone. Only a phone call away, Jack feeds her deepest desires with hot phone sex. Afterwards, all she has to do is hang up. No fuss, no mess, no entanglements. Just the way Kirby likes it.

Jack Taylor isnıt staying long distance anymore. He knows what he wants, and he plans on showing Kirby that having him in her life doesnıt mean giving up her independence. Turning a simple business trip into a sensual journey, Jack is determined to win her over, body and soul.

Will taking the long distance out of their relationship ruin the perfect thing they have going?