The Boy Toy

The Boy Toy
Eugenia Riley

Relationships are just too much work! That's what Allison Tracy thinks…but she's not about to give up the pleasures in life. So she's determined to find a boy toy - a good-time guy for some sensual fun with no strings attached. And sexy Pete Chisholm is the perfect partner for the adult games she has in mind. But what's she supposed to do when the fun starts to turn serious?Pete is only too happy to play a few sexy games with the gorgeous Allison. In fact, after just a few rounds of setting the sheets on fire, he's prepared to take their sensual fun to a whole new level. So he'll just have to convince her that he's one toy she can keep….

“What do you want to bet you can take me?”

Pete’s taunt proved irresistible. Allison lunged for him, determined to knock him on his gorgeous butt.

Instead she found herself gripped by strong hands, hauled into the air and thrown across his hard shoulder. With quick strides he crossed the room, then she landed beneath him on the couch. They lay locked body-to-body, sex to aching sex, regarding each other breathlessly.

“A kiss?” he asked.

Before she could respond, he kissed her, brazenly, stabbing his tongue inside her mouth. She kissed him back, boldly biting his underlip.

A rumble of pleasure escaped him. His hands tugged at her top, pulling it up and over her head.

Just the heat of his gaze excited her and she arched closer to him. He dropped his head and placed a tantalizing kiss on the curve of her breast, just above her bra, drawing a moan from her.

If this was his idea of a kiss, there was no way she’d let him stop there….

Dear Reader,

When people find out that I’m an author, they often say, “You write about things that really happen, don’t you?”

Oh, I wish! Every time I hear this question I yearn to be swept away from the world of dirty dishes and stock market crashes to an erotic adventure with a rakish hero…when in reality, I’m a caveperson, hunched over my computer plotting romantic fantasies.

But it’s true that we authors write out of some wellspring deep within our own psyches. In the case of The Boy Toy, it’s the native Texan in my soul. I may have read Louisa May Alcott by the age of five, but by six, I wanted my first pair of red cowboy boots!

In this story, my heroine, Allison Tracy, is a chic city girl who has this same secret longing for those hot cowboy boots. Wary of commitment and ready for a fling, Allison sets her cap for the sexiest cowboy she can find. Gorgeous Pete Chisholm seems the perfect empty-headed stud; but like every good hero, Pete has a few surprises in store for our heroine. Now watch the sparks fly as he teaches her what she really wants, in and out of bed!

I loved writing about Allison and Pete because they’re so outrageous and hot! And I’m delighted to be writing for Blaze, a line that showcases the type of edgy, erotic, fun romances I so enjoy reading and writing. Please visit my Web site at www.eugeniariley.com or write to me at P.O. Box 840526, Houston, TX 77284-0526.

Happy reading!

Eugenia Riley

The Boy Toy

Eugenia Riley

To Linda Michael—

with affection and appreciation

for being such an extraordinary fan and friend

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

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

1

ALLISON TRACY lifted her glass of white wine and glumly saluted her two girlfriends. “A solemn oath, ladies—I’m giving up men until the next millennium.”

Predictably, Allison’s pals Erin Bridges and T.J. Skaggs fell into such gales of laughter that around them at the upscale River Oaks cottage restaurant, heads were turned and disapproving glances were slanted their way. The three longtime friends were having an informal luncheon celebration of Allison’s breakup with her latest boyfriend a week ago. As the youngest of the three, Allison thought of the other two as trusted older sisters. She’d known them both since middle school back in Dallas.

Erin, a lovely, petite brunette, leaned across the table to cast Allison a forbearing look. “You, give up on men, Allie? Perhaps when our stuffy mayor attends a city council meeting in drag.”