Book Two in the Scavenger Hunt Series.
Confessions…

     ​Samantha has kept her deepest, darkest

​​secrets ​​hidden but they’ll soon become

​​exposed when she lays the scavenger hunt.


​​Fantasies…

     ​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

​​can be.

Excerpt

​​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

​​hook.

​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

​​grave.