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• Unravelled   Three

  It was the thong panties that sent Raymond's chair tipping over into the pool. He was no voyeur, but damn, a gorgeous blond jumping on a trampoline flashing him a sweet glimpse of her curvy backside with every bounce? What red blooded american man would be able to resist that? He sure hadn't. So he'd leaned just a little too far and gone for an unexpected swim.The chilly water shocked him. If it hadn't been for the chair hitting him in the head, he would likely have leaped right back out. But the plastic arm of the lounger caught him in the temple, and for a moment or two, he experienced severe disorientation. All he knew was he was in the pool, and a chair and a padded cushion, growing heavier by the second as it soaked up water, were blocking him from air above.Before he could save himself, someone was yanking him by the arm, pulling him from under the obstacle.

• Unravelled   Two

  Tracy managed to fend off conversational gambits from several people as she eased across the room toward the exit. Some didn't try to talk to her, obviously seeing by the glint in her eyes she was in no mood to chat. "Frigid virgin, indeed," she muttered, remembering what Nick had told her before she'd been so thoroughly distracted by the hunk man.As a writer who writes about love and relationships. She favored true love, soul mates and sexual responsibility. Hadn't her childhood, her entire life been a never ending lesson in that regard? With her mother's past and her step father's attitude, Tracy had learned at a very young age that sexual mistakes could shatter lives. Heaven knew her stepfather had never let any of her family forget that lesson. She'd also decided, more out of a need for it to be true to anything else that true love had to exit and was worth waiting for. She would settle for nothing else."Having a nice time, Tracy?" S

• Unravelled   One

  Alone in a throng of elegantly dressed people, in the lavishly appointed reception room of a tasteful baltimore mansion, Tracy Clark began to sweat. Not a ladylike beading of perspiration on her upper lip. Not a moistness at her temple. No. Her tight Black cocktail dress was hanging downright damp as each additional person oozed into the already crowded party. A few minutes and there would be circles under her armpits and her makeup would run off her skin in great bisque streaks."Get me out of here," she murmured, wondering if she could make it through the sea of people to the exit. Surely, no one would notice if she slipped away. After all, she looked like practically every woman in the place. Ninety percent of the females at the party wore the typical city social uniform, a little black cocktail dress, sheer black stockings, shiny, never seamed. Ridiculously high heels, useless tiny bag barely big enough to carry a tub of lipstick. Not to mention the co

• Unravelled   Prologue

  "I need to know your name, so I know what to cry out next time.""And I need to know yours," Raymond replied, giving the beautiful woman beside him a light nip on the neck. "So I know who owns me body and soul."She stretched out lethargically and kissed his jaw. Then, lifting a shoulder, she allowed the robe to fall completely off one arm. As he bent lower to taste that sweet, smooth skin, she whispered, "my name is..."Before she could finish, the door opened, and a light flashed on. "It's David," Raymond said. "Oh, boy.""Oh, boy is right," the woman echoed, her horror undisguised.Raymond shifted slightly to the side, hiding her behind him, as David entered the room.