Virtually Perfect

Virtually Perfect
Samantha Hunter

Raine Covington has found the perfect lover–online. When Jack's sexy words fly across the computer screen, he can seduce her in a heartbeat. The hot, detailed images of them together feed her sexual fantasies. The best part? Raine doesn't have to make a commitment or even cook dinner for Jack. No fuss, no muss. She can switch him off at any time.Jack's ready for the next step–to meet in person. He wants to make it real with Raine. Their virtual relationship has left him in a constantly aroused state, hungry for a taste of her lips and the touch of her skin. He wants to make love–all night long–to the woman who's captured his heart sight unseen. Except, once Raine and Jack meet face-to-face, both are surprised at the outcome….

“So what are you wearing in bed?” Jack’s voice was like silk on the cell phone.

Raine smiled. “Flannel pajama shorts and a top. Cushy socks. Not exactly Victoria’s Secret, but soft and warm.”

“Very nice… But I want to know what secrets you’re hiding under that flannel.”

Raine felt rather than saw the heated flush on her body. Her breathing was erratic. “Maybe we should just talk….”

She could almost see his naughty grin as he spoke. “Just relax and have fun. I want you to slip out of your clothing. And pretend I’m there with you…watching.”

Talking online had been so much easier. Now he was asking her to do something wildly new and incredibly daring.

“Raine, you make me so hot. I want to touch you.”

She pictured Jack on the other end of the phone, desiring her. Fear and feminine power warred in her mind, and in her heart.

She took a deep breath. “I’m naked now, and I’m under the covers thinking about you. I want to wrap my hands around you. Slide my mouth over you. I want to taste you….”

A strong groan of masculine appreciation came over the line.

Dear Reader,

The thrill of publishing my first romance novel is almost beyond words! I’m so happy to be able to share Jack and Raine’s story with you. Writing for Blaze is a dream come true. I hope to write many more books in the future, but this first one—like a first love, first child or first house—will always be extra special.

Jack and Raine’s story is also very dear to me because it springs from my own experience meeting my husband on the Internet. That happened more than ten years ago, and while our story was very different from Jack and Raine’s, the magic of meeting someone in this particular way always stayed with me and was a source of inspiration for this book.

I hope you enjoy reading Virtually Perfect as much as I enjoyed writing it! And don’t forget to visit my Web site, www.samanthahunter.com.

Best wishes,

Samantha Hunter

Virtually Perfect

Samantha Hunter

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Many thanks to Cara Summers,

from whom I’ve learned so much. Your insight and good humor added so much joy to the writing of this book!

For my husband, Mike:

technical consultant, brainstorming partner and the love of my life. You’re everything to me.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

1

NORMALLY, RAINE COVINGTON would’ve enjoyed a stroll on a snowy evening. Though Salem was renown to tourists as “Witch City” for its gruesome persecution of women and men accused of witchcraft, the town had more than the history of its witch trials and occult legends to offer. It was a quaint New England coastal town, but in many ways it was also a developing metropolis.

She’d always felt comforted by the homey, narrow streets and historic Federal-style homes huddled up against each other. Right now, however, she couldn’t enjoy any of it. She was too preoccupied figuring out some way to escape Jerry Donnelly who was by her side, nudging into her suggestively from time to time. She clenched her jaw, didn’t say a word and walked a little faster.

Jerry was a freelance graphic artist she’d met at an office lunch given in appreciation of freelance workers. He’d seemed nice enough then. Yeah, nice—they were all “nice” until they were trying to slide their hand up your leg under the dinner table. He had beachboy-blond hair and soft, brown eyes that gave him an innocent look that she’d found attractive. It hadn’t taken much time alone with him to discover that he was anything but.

When he’d suggested dessert-to-go so they could enjoy it in more interesting ways, she officially called time and asked to go home. Who the heck suggested something like that two hours after meeting someone on a first date? Well, apparently Jerry did. And she had the feeling he didn’t take rejection easily.

They were finally here. On the sidewalk in front of her house. The porch light warmed the step, and she gazed at the brick-red door wistfully—escape was so close at hand. Jerry moved closer, going for the kill, and Raine, trying to avoid a confrontation, did the only thing she could think of.

“Oh, God!” She doubled at the waist and held her stomach hard, contorting her face in what she hoped looked like a very painful expression. Startled, Jerry stepped back.

“Um…uh…what? What’s the matter?”