The Naughty Corner
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Authors: Jasmine Haynes
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Jasmine Haynes
“Deliciously erotic and completely captivating.”
—Susan Johnson,
New York Times
bestselling author
“An erotic, emotional adventure of discovery you don’t want to miss.”
—Lora Leigh, #1
New York Times
bestselling author
“So incredibly hot that I’m trying to find the right words to describe it without having to be edited for content . . . Extremely stimulating from the first page to the last! Of course, that means that I loved it! . . . One of the hottest, sexiest erotic books I have read so far.”
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Romance Reader at Heart
“Sexy.”
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Sensual Romance Reviews
“Delightfully torrid.”
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Midwest Book Review
“More than a fast-paced erotic romance, this is a story of family, filled with memorable characters who will keep you engaged in the plot and the great sex. A good read to warm a winter’s night.”
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RT Book Reviews
“Bursting with sensuality and eroticism.”
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In the Library Reviews
“The passion is intense, hot, and purely erotic . . . Recommended for any reader who likes their stories realistic, hot, captivating, and very, very well written.”
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Road to Romance
“Not your typical romance. This one’s going to remain one of my favorites.”
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The Romance Studio
“Jasmine Haynes keeps the plot moving and the love scenes very hot.”
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“A wonderful novel . . . Try this one—you won’t be sorry.”
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Berkley titles by Jasmine Haynes
THE NAUGHTY CORNER
THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE
WHAT HAPPENS AFTER DARK
PAST MIDNIGHT
MINE UNTIL MORNING
HERS FOR THE EVENING
YOURS FOR THE NIGHT
FAIR GAME
LACED WITH DESIRE
(with Jaci Burton, Joey W. Hill, and Denise Rossetti)
UNLACED
(with Jaci Burton, Joey W. Hill, and Denise Rossetti)
SHOW AND TELL
THE FORTUNE HUNTER
OPEN INVITATION
TWIN PEAKS
(with Susan Johnson)
SOMEBODY’S LOVER
Specials
LA PETITE MORT
UNDONE
THE NAUGHTY CORNER
Jasmine Haynes
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Copyright © 2013 by Jennifer Skullestad.
Excerpt from
Teach Me a Lesson
by Jasmine Haynes copyright © 2013 by Jennifer Skullestad.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Haynes, Jasmine.
The naughty corner / Jasmine Haynes.—Heat Trade paperback edition.
pages cm.
ISBN 978-0-425-26623-6
I. Title.
PS3608.A936N38 2013
813'.6—dc23
2013002894
PUBLISHING HISTORY
Heat trade paperback edition / October 2013
Cover photograph: Tied Hands © Boyan1971 / Shutterstock.
Cover design by Diana Kolsky.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.
Contents
Berkley titles by Jasmine Haynes
Special Excerpt from
Teach Me A Lesson
To my husband, Ole,
for standing behind me 100 percent in everything I do
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks to my special network of friends who support me, brainstorm with me, and encourage me: Bella Andre, Shelley Bates, Jenny Andersen, Jackie Yau, Ellen Higuchi, Kathy Coatney, Pamela Fryer, Rosemary Gunn, and Laurel Jacobson. Thanks also to my editor, Wendy McCurdy, and my agent, Lucienne Diver.
1
“NOW THAT IS ONE HOT MALE ANIMAL.” FROM HER PERCH IN THE
bleachers, Lola Cook pointed with a small flick of her finger at the football field below as the coach strutted in front of his line of players, counting out their jumping jacks.
Coach Gray Barnett was a hell of a fine specimen.
“He’s old.” Charlotte Moore, Lola’s best friend since they’d attended this very same high school, made a face. “He must be close to forty-five.”
Lola laughed. “That’s only seven years older than we are.” Which made him an excellent match for Lola. She preferred seasoned men who wanted good sex without entanglements. Just the way she liked it. At least she did when she found time to date, which certainly hadn’t been much in the last few months.
Charlotte, on the other hand, with her curly red hair, emerald green eyes, and petite buxom frame, took her pick of buff, outdoorsy younger men,
her
favorite kind. “I mean, he’s good-looking and all . . .” She trailed off, leaving the
but
unsaid.
Lola studied him. At this distance, his dark hair almost seemed to gleam in the morning sun. He was tall and broad-shouldered, had the calf muscles of a runner, and his butt in those shorts was definitely squeezable. “So he’s some big CEO?” Not a full-time coach.
“Yeah. A global manufacturing company headquartered in Mountain View.” Close to Google and a bunch of the other Silicon Valley giants. “This is his way of giving back to the community. It’s his fourth year coaching the football camp.”
In addition to being a psychologist with a list of private patients, Charlotte was also a guidance counselor at the high school, and she’d given Lola a heads-up to enroll her two nephews. Without the camp, Lola hadn’t a clue what she would have done with the boys for the summer.
The
boys
were now prone on the ground, obviously incapable of the push-ups Coach Barnett wanted out of them. He stood over them, coaxing. It was Tuesday, the first day of camp, and at a little before nine, the July sun was already warm on her head; the high school football field would be roasting by midday. Andrea would kill her if the twins got heatstroke, but barrels of iced sports drinks lined the benches, and a huge thermos, presumably filled with water, sat on a table along with baskets of fruit and power bars.
“So what did Andrea say when she heard what you did?”
Lola snorted. “She had a hissy fit. But I told her it was either football camp or I was shipping Heckle and Jeckle to her over in Europe.”
“Heckle and Jeckle.” Charlotte snorted a laugh in return.
“Oops.” Lola covered her mouth with her hand. That was her nickname for the twins, after the naughty magpies from the ancient cartoon. And that’s how she thought of her nephews, as naughty brats. “I mean Harry and William,” she said with a dramatic elongation.
On her best days, Lola wasn’t a
kid
person, but where the twins were concerned . . . she shuddered.
“They’re fifteen and a half years old,” Charlotte groused. “I don’t understand why Andrea has to have a nanny, for God’s sake.”
“Because my sister is a freak.” Which Charlotte knew well. Andrea was five years younger than Lola and so overprotective, it was pathetic. Though in a way, Lola couldn’t blame her. Andrea had suffered through four miscarriages before she conceived the twins. She thought she’d never have her own child. But honestly, the experience had warped her. She’d been terrified of coughs and colds, scrapes and bruises. She hadn’t even let the boys have bikes in case they were hit by a wayward car. What kid didn’t know how to ride a bike? Overprotective to the extreme, their mother had turned the twins into brats. Naming them Harry and William after the English princes said it all.