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Janz Reviews For RIGHT MAN…RIGHT NOW Book 1: THE PERFECT PACKAGE by Kayla Janz I enjoyed reading THE RIGHT MAN, RIGHT NOW BOOK 1: THE PERFECT PACKAGE. It was witty, romantic, sensual, suspenseful and extremely hot, hot, hot! I recommend this charming story. Dottie - Romance Junkies I enjoyed reading RIGHT MAN...RIGHT NOW, BOOK 1: THE PERFECT PACKAGE. It was witty, romantic, sensual, suspenseful and extremely hot, hot, hot! The secondary characters enrich the story and I look forward to reading their stories. I recommend this charming story. ~Dottie, RomanceJunkies.com Sample Chapter For RIGHT MAN…RIGHT NOW Book 1: THE PERFECT PACKAGE by Kayla Janz Gwen shuffled papers on her desk. “Okay, Belinda, I’m going to read the ad back to you.” Impatiently, she waited while her assistant, Belinda Swanson, squirmed around, finally folding her legs underneath her in the overstuffed office chair. Gwen frowned at her from over the desk. “Are you ready yet?” Belinda giggled and gave her boss a wicked grin. “Sorry, yes I’m ready. I can’t wait to hear it out loud. This is gonna be so cool.” Gwen cleared her throat. “Ahem, attention men! Think you’ve got ‘The Perfect Package’? If so, we’re looking for you. Adult novelty toy company seeking well-endowed male models for an upcoming product line. Serious inquiries only please, as this is not a joke. Submit picture of erection along with contact information to: Fantasies in Form, PO Box 1127, Phoenix, AZ, 85002 Attention: Ms. Mira Minx. You must be at least eighteen years of age, no child pornography; we will turn you in to the police. ” She set the paper down and studied her assistant. “Well, what do you think?” “I love it. I can’t wait to see the pics we get in the mail.” Belinda snickered, rubbing her hands together in lascivious glee. Gwen’s manicured fingertips thrummed across the mahogany desk, a sign of nervous concentration before she too broke into a large grin. “I like it, it’s direct and to the point. I think it’s gonna work.” Belinda uncurled her legs and slid her feet into her sandals. “I’ll call the newspaper and get the ad placed for this weekend’s paper.” “Thanks, Beli. I want the line started this summer and into production by fall. Just think of how many women ‘The Perfect Package’ will make happy this holiday season.” “I’d like a naughty blonde, blue-eyed elf with broad shoulders to bring one to me.” Belinda giggled as she exited the room. Gwen Parker, a.k.a. Mira Minx, smiled at her assistant’s back. Once alone, she spun around in her chair and gazed out the window. The heat of the sun warmed her face. Closing her eyes, she basked in the bliss of a quiet moment. She enjoyed this time of day, right before the sun sank into the western horizon and the workday wound down to a close. A few minutes later, a soft knock at her door brought her out of her reverie. “Come in, Beli.” Belinda’s exuberance was evident as she all but bounced across the room. “Everything’s set. The ad will run in Saturday, Sunday and Wednesday’s paper. Now that’s all taken care of, you have one hour, that’s sixty minutes, to get ready. Kendra and I are kidnapping you tonight. It’s ladies’ night at The Library Café, and you know how much I love the men who hang out there.” “I don’t know, Beli. I’m not in much of a partying mood tonight.” “I know. I don’t know what’s been bothering you lately, but that’s why you’re being kidnapped. You don’t have a choice in the matter. Who knows, you might get lucky and end up getting laid.” Gwen giggled. “I’m not looking for Mr. Right in a bar, Belinda.” Belinda waggled her white blonde eyebrows, her blue eyes bright with mischief. “Who said anything about Mr. Right? I’m talking about Mr. Right Now. Come on, I’ve taken the liberty of calling ahead and arranging a driver for us. All our cars stay here and we get as silly drunk as we want. We deserve it, Gwen. Fantasies kicked major butt last quarter and you know it.” She leaned over the desk. “If you don’t want to play, I know Mira does,” she taunted. “I’ve talked to her when you’re not around. She’s your evil twin,” she finished in a whisper. Against her will, the laughter bubbled up and out. “You’re crazy, you and my alter ego conspiring against me. Okay, you win. I’ll go, I’ll go.” She put her hands up in surrender. “Give me twenty minutes to change.” “Woo-hoo!” The bubbly five foot two woman hopped off the desk and did a booty shake around the office. “I knew you’d cave. Kendra has to buy the first round. Don’t be long; we’ll wait for you downstairs.” “You bet on whether I’d come along willingly?” Belinda flashed Gwen one of her famous, wicked grins and cocked her hip. “Of course, Kendra and I bet on everything. Now hurry up. There’s a cheap drink with my name on it and I don’t plan to keep it waiting any longer than I have to.” As she clapped her hands together, she continued, “Get movin’, times a wastin’, lady.” Gwen shook her head, crossing the hardwood floor of her office to the black velvet curtain hiding her makeshift living quarters. Late nights at work warranted a close and comfortable bed. Too bad it’s never been used for anything other than sleeping. She made her way to the bathroom. Piling her curly red tresses atop her head, she stepped into the shower. The hot water sluiced across her skin, feeling delectable. The spray brought back memories of warm raindrops and passionate kisses. Closing her eyes, she thought back nine long years to spring break, in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. There she’d met a dark-haired, dark-eyed, young man named Darrin. Together they’d spent five days and nights fulfilling every erotic fantasy either could imagine. She ran her hands across her hardened nipples and moaned. Damn, Belinda’s right. I do need a Mr. Right Now. A loud knock at her bathroom door pulled her back from the fantasy. She turned off the taps and yelled, “I’m in the shower. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” “Well hurry up, the driver’s here,” came Belinda’s muffled response. “I told you I needed twenty minutes. Belinda, I’ve only used five of them!” “What can I say? I’m anxious to shake my ass on the dance floor.” “Beli, get out so I can get some clothes on. The more you pester me, the longer I’m gonna make you wait.” “Wear something sexy.” “Belinda Swanson.” “All right, I know that tone. I’m going, but you know I’m right. You’ve got a great body and need to flaunt it while you still can.” Gwen toweled off and let her hair down. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at her naked reflection. Once again, Belinda was right. The body wasn’t what it used to be, but busting her ass at the gym three days a week did keep her in excellent shape. “Okay, Belinda, sexy it is.” True to her word, ten minutes later Gwen appeared in a teal sequined tank top, a low-rise, form-fitting, long black skirt slit to mid-thigh and strappy high heels dotted with rhinestones that flashed when they caught the light. To complete the ensemble, hidden underneath her clothing, was a black lace thong and matching demi bra. Belinda wolf-whistled and grinned. “Spin around, I want the full effect. I told you so. Mira Minx is ready for action.” Gwen laughed and rolled her eyes. “Puhleeze, Mira has nothing to do with this outfit or tonight. Her mystery and mystique is an integral part of her sexual aura. Trust me, you’ll have a lot more fun with Gwen Parker.” She winked at the young ladies. “Gwen has the credit cards, not Mira.” Belinda’s friend, Kendra, came out of the shadows. She eyed Gwen up and down before she smiled sweetly. “Ladies, our chariot awaits us.” Gwen placed her hands on her hips. “You two make me feel, well, old. Look at you, Belinda, white blonde, petite, lookin’ mighty sexy all dressed in black leather.” She paused for a second and stared. “Are you wearing a bra?” Belinda giggled and shook her perky breasts for added visual effect. “Nope, if I had boobs like yours, I might consider it. I’d kill to have cleavage like that.” Gwen turned to Kendra, the young woman had worked for Fantasies in Form for almost a year now and she hated to admit it but discovered she knew next to nothing about the girl. “And you, all dark, smoky and sizzlin’ hot. I’ve always loved and envied the way you dark-haired beauties can pull off wearing red. I’m jealous; with this mop and my freckles, it makes me look orange.” “Be jealous in the car,” Belinda whined, as she grabbed Gwen by the arm and dragged her out the door. “I told you earlier, I want drinks, loud music, dancing and men, all in that order.” Gwen waited until the girls were piled in before she joined them in the back seat of the rented limo. “We are going to make an entrance in style, ladies. A platinum blonde, a smoky brunette and a redhead all dressed up with one place to go. Hit it, driver!” * * * * Darrin Wells gave his friend Kyle an incredulous look. “You expect me to do what?” Kyle’s lewd smile beamed across the table at him. “You lost the bet, my friend. Now I expect you to be a man about it and pay the consequences.” “Kyle!” he shouted. “I’m not answering this ad!” “Weaseling out on a bet, one you lost fair and square I might add, is going to reflect poorly on your character.” “I don’t give a shit,” he growled through clenched teeth as he reread the ad. “Fantasies in Form produces dildos and vibrators, and, and things like that. If you think backing out on a bet is going to put a bad mark on my character, what do you think something like this will do to my business?” Kyle continued to gloat. “They don’t want your face. You think so highly of yourself you think you’ll be recognized by a lifelike image of your dick? Besides, how do you know you’ll be chosen? You’ll remember this the next time I ask you what kind of panties a hot girl is wearing. Think before blurting out an answer, my friend.” Darrin stewed. He glanced at Rebecca, the waitress with the infamous panties Kyle referred to. He’d blurted out red bikini because that’s what he’d like to see her in. He never expected her to show them she was wearing a pink thong. Strangely aroused by the idea of answering the ad, he raked his fingers through his thick, coal-black hair before looking at Kyle again. “All right, a bet’s a bet, even though I don’t like it, I’ll do it.” “Excellent, the ad begins its run this weekend. If you hurry, you’ll still be ahead of the competition.” “You son of a bitch, you’re having way too much fun at my expense.” “Darrin,” he sighed, “you’d do the same for me.” “Yeah, you’re damn right I would.” “Let’s get out of here. It’s ladies’ night at The Library Café. What better way to end a lousy week than with hot women, loud music and watered-down booze?” Standing up, Kyle threw a twenty on the table. “I’ve paid for dinner. You get the cover charge and first round.” Darrin followed his friend outside. “I’m gonna go home and change. I’ll meet you there in half an hour.” “Are you tryin’ to welsh on my cover charge?” Darrin chuckled. “No, dumb ass, I’m not wearing a suit and tie to a rock club. If you get there before I do, just wait longer.” Waving over his shoulder, he strode away from Kyle toward his car parked at the end of the block. Darrin dwelled over the bet the whole drive home, which was short and over much sooner than he’d hoped for. “Why should I dread this so much? I get hard, snap a picture with the digital, print it off my computer, delete the file forever and get on with my life,” he muttered. Darrin opened the front door, and dumped his stuff on the couch with the fluid motions of a pro on his way to the kitchen for a beer. He hesitated for a moment and grabbed the digital camera instead. He stripped off his clothes and threw them in a pile by the closet door. As he stood naked in his bedroom, he looked down at his flaccid penis. “Rise and shine, buddy, you’re gonna be in pictures.” No response. “Okay, bad joke. You require a little more stimulation than that, I realize this now.” Darrin lay on his bed and closed his eyes. He conjured up images of his dream girl. The woman who’d stolen his heart in Mexico only had a first name, Gwen. She’d blown into his life during spring break nine years ago and wreaked sexual havoc on him before she disappeared just as quickly. He concentrated hard on the memory and pulled her image to the front of his mind. Reddish-gold hair, wildly curly, emerald green eyes above a pert little nose dusted with freckles, long, curvy body with large, voluptuous breasts. His cock got hard. It was working. His arousal grew as he stroked himself. He squeezed his eyes shut and imagined it was her mouth wrapped around him instead of his hand. “Oh, Gwen,” he moaned. The tip of his rigid cock glistened with pre-cum. He fumbled for the camera on his nightstand and snapped a couple of pictures. His cock throbbed unmercifully, reminding him of unfinished business. “Well fucking great. Now I’m supposed to go out with a loaded weapon?” While heading for the shower to finish the job and wash away the long-distance memories of his mysterious Gwen, his cell phone rang. “Hello?” “Dude, you’ve got to hurry your ass up! The women are showing up in droves. I cannot believe the hotties I’ve seen walk in the door. I’ve got my eye on this little blonde dressed in black leather. If you’re not here in fifteen minutes, I’m going in without you.” “I’ll be there in ten.” As he hung up the phone, he again glanced at his erection, as it still pointed skyward. He stroked his shaft one last time and sighed. “Guess I’m loaded for kitty cat.” Darrin placed the digital camera on its dock and let the computer do its thing while he got dressed. The rigid bulge behind his zipper was evident as he stole a glance at his appearance in the mirror. He returned to the camera and was shocked, not to mention a little impressed, to see his cock in digital color. “Not bad, if I do say so myself,” he said as he filled out the required information on the back. He paused. “What are the odds? They’re not going to pick me. This is absurd. I don’t even know why I’m bothering to go through with it. A precautionary measure…just in case,” he muttered, as he filled out his name as Edward Wells. He listed his post office box for the address and cell phone as a contact number before he threw the picture in an envelope. He deleted the files from his computer and memory card in his camera before he shut everything off. On his way out the door, he hesitated again before he dropped the envelope in the mailbox. “Okay, Ms. Mira Minx, I did my part, the rest will be up to you.” As he raised the mailbox flag, he smiled. “Look out, ladies, here I come!” |