Book Two in the Scavenger Hunt Series.
Samantha has kept her deepest, darkest
secrets hidden but they’ll soon become
exposed when she lays the scavenger hunt.
Derek already knows all about Samantha
when she enters his private club---daughter
of a preacher and working for the man who
wants to shut Derek down. He’ll show her
just how much fun walking on the wild side
Samantha Tarlton looked at her friends. “Y’all can’t be serious. This card is a joke, right?” Her soft Southern drawl became
more pronounced when she was nervous. Right now, it was thicker than sorghum molasses on a cold day. She cleared her
throat and stared down at the card she was holding. This was unacceptable. Totally unacceptable.
“You know the rules,” Josie told her. “Either you accept the dare or pay the consequences. Your choice.”
“Easy for you to say.” Samantha knew she should’ve bowed out at the beginning, but she hadn’t really thought it would go this
far. She eyed Josephine with just a tad of resentment. Her friend was the first one to go, so she was finished. Sure, everything
worked out great for her. She’d even shortened her name to Josie. Which suited her so much better.
Who came up with this silly game anyway? Oh, right, Dakota. What had she called it? A scavenger hunt—for a man.
Bless Dakota’s heart, the poor girl was horny and thought this was a good way for everyone to step out of their comfort zones.
Had the girl never heard of vibrators? Samantha was from one of the oldest families in Atlanta, a so-called Southern belle, and
even she knew about sex toys.
They were her guilty secret.
Heat crawled up her face.
No one ever spoke about sex. It just wasn’t done, even in this day and time. Not in her family, especially when her daddy was a
preacher, and his daddy before him. She shouldn’t even be thinking about it now.
Except she was being forced to do more than think about sex.
What was she going to do?
Samantha’s gaze swept around her tastefully decorated living room with its soft green chintz sofa with pink roses climbing
across the back and pink cushioned side chairs—then back at the five women staring her down while they waited for her
answer. She’d known them far too long and, from their unwavering expressions, there was no way they would let her off the
They’d met in college, graduated, and then found jobs in their respective fields in Dallas. Rather than going their separate ways,
they met each month, rain or shine. Their standing date summed up their social lives since they were all too busy focusing on
their careers. Now they were nearing their thirties with nothing much to write home about other than their jobs.
Beyond frustrated by her lack of sexual encounters, Dakota came up with the ridiculous idea they should each draw a scrabble
tile and whoever came closest to A would choose a card from a very special deck. Each card had a picture of a man wearing
the uniform of his profession. You had to find someone from that profession, then seduce him before the next meeting or take a
two week vacation to a remote island where there was no internet or, even worse, phone service.
With her, it was different. Reverend Reed was about to start his book tour and she was one of a team of six who would be
working on his promotion. Her career would go down the toilet if word got out about the game they were playing.
But then, the others were in the same boat, yet they were still willing to take a chance.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” she finally capitulated. She glanced at the card she’d drawn and her stomach began to churn again. How was
she going to seduce a plumber? Better yet, why would she want to? Her sainted grandmother was probably turning over in her