Some Like It Hot (Main Agenda; Strictly Business; Irresistible Attraction; The Hunter; Extreme Satisfaction)

342 Pages·2006·1.23 MB·English

by  Jackson Brenda

Dear Readers,
I’m excited about the first of its kind—a collection of my stories—that were
written for several anthologies I participated in with other authors and include a
Madaris story.
Over the years I’ve received e-mails and letters from readers asking for a
particular story that was no longer in print or hard to find. I appreciate St.
Martin’s Press for seeing the need to put together such a collection for my
readers.
In this book you have five of my stories taken from The Best Man, Welcome
to Leo’s, Let’s Get It On, An All Night Man, and Mr. Satisfaction. The title of
this book speaks for itself—Some Like It Hot—and for those who enjoy sizzle
and steam, between these pages are stories that are hot as well as romantic. And
I hope you will also find them unforgettable.
Happy Reading,
BRENDA JACKSON

To my sister, Robin Hawk Ware.
This one is for you.
Contents
Main Agenda
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Strictly Business
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Irresistible Attraction
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
The Hunter
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Extreme Satisfaction
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
Preview
Acknowledgments
Main Agenda
We can make our plans, but the final outcome is in God’s hands.
— 16:1 ( )
PROVERBS THE LIVING BIBLE
One
Lincoln Corbain sat at the bar of Leo’s sizing up the crowd of people there.
Since moving to D.C. over a month ago, he had discovered the upscale
establishment was one with a very impressive clientele that ranged from
politicians, musicians, and foreign dignitaries to college professors, bankers,
and, like him, attorneys.
Compared to many of the supper clubs he had patronized in other major
cities, this one had a certain homey warmth with its round rosewood tables that
held small Tiffany-style lamps and colored oil candles. But at the same time it
maintained a high degree of classiness with its double mahogany doors with
brass fixtures, narrow floor-to-ceiling stained-glass windows, and intricately
patterned parquet floor area specially designed for dancing. Even the bar stool he
was sitting on was tall and padded with a contoured back that provided comfort
to one’s body while it coaxed you to relax and get in the groove.
Most of the people here tonight were, as he was fast becoming, regulars who
usually rounded out certain evenings by dropping by to enjoy the good food, live
entertainment, and an atmosphere that allowed you to unwind with someone or,
if you preferred, by yourself, the latter of which he had decided to do tonight.
“So are you all settled in now?” the bartender named Flint asked Linc as he
took away Linc’s empty glass and placed another mixed drink in front of him.
During the day Flint St. Johns worked as an agent for the IRS. He claimed the
reason he moonlighted as a bartender one or two nights a week was because the
extra money was too good to pass up and he enjoyed meeting people. He was
also a close friend of Noah Hardcastle, one of the owners. Noah shared that
ownership position with his younger identical twin brothers, Tyrell and Tyrone,
and Ayanna Hardcastle, their female cousin.
Since the night Linc had first visited Leo’s he’d decided that another thing
he liked about this place was the open friendliness of the four owners. They
usually made themselves visible each night and occasionally mingled with their
customers.
“Yeah, I’m pretty much settled in,” Linc replied, lifting the glass to his lips
to take a sip of his drink. Whatever comment he intended to add was forgotten
when he noticed the couple who walked in. He frowned, thinking that even in