The Scavenger Hunt Game Rules: Draw a card. Seduce the man. End of game.
Consequences for failure: Two weeks on a remote island with no internet—a career killer.
The Player Dakota
She started the game so she sort of has to play, except the guy on the card is a nerd. Although a nerd would be perfect since she's sworn off the one-night-stand lifestyle. Only one problem, sexy playboy actor, Jake Collier, is trying to seduce her. Not gonna happen!
Jake Collier knows he has a love 'em and leave 'em reputation but he wants Dakota and he's determined to have her.
Dakota says he's not in the cards but he might just be her ace in the hole.
The Scavenger Hunt series is intended for an 18+ audience and contains lots of raunchy love scenes. If you’re a family member and want to keep the image in your head that I’m sweet and would never have naughty thoughts, then I’d advise you not to read these books. I’m an introvert—big difference.
“I’m pretty sure the card I was supposed to draw was not this guy,” Dakota glared at the card that was still face up on the table, then at the other five women trying to hold back their amusement.
“How nice. How very, very nice,” Samantha drawled.
Abbie stifled a laugh.
Dakota turned her fiercest gaze on her soon-to-be ex-friends. If anything, it seemed to amuse them more.
“The scavenger hunt was your idea,” Candace reminded her.
"I know." Dakota pushed her coal-black hair behind her ears. Yes, she knew she'd convinced them all to draw a scrabble tile and whoever drew the closest to an A went next. Then they had to draw a card that depicted a man wearing the clothes of his profession.
She looked at the card again. The man had a pocket protector attached to his buttoned-all-the-way-up plaid shirt, and the lenses of his glasses were coke bottle thick. Really? She sniffed. “He’s a nerd! What the hell am I supposed to do with a nerd?” she wailed.
“Corrupt him?” Josie innocently asked.
“That was not funny.” Her friends weren’t at all helpful. “I doubt nerds even have sex. If they do, it’s probably very analytical.”
Bree frowned. “How do you even have analytical sex?”
Dakota shrugged. “I’m not sure. Maybe look at a manual. Slot A goes in slot B?”
“If whatever he’s sticking into your slot is large enough, I wouldn’t think there would be a problem.”
Dakota raised an eyebrow. “Not at all funny.”
"Well, you have one month to find out," Bree said. "Or pay the consequences. Two weeks on an island with no internet."
Dakota turned her attention to Bree, hoping to take the attention off herself. “You still haven’t told us how moving in with Edmond is going.”
Bree's expression turned dreamy. That's the kind of look Dakota wanted. She wasn't like the others. She had frequent sex, but she was tired of the one-night stands, the meaningless sex. Shoot, she'd only started the game because she was bored. Well, that, and there had been something mystical about the psychic who sold her the cards.
Dakota was smart, a businesswoman. Of course, there was nothing special about the cards. But darn it, maybe she wanted to believe the cards showed more than just men in their different professions. She wanted to believe the psychic was right when she said they were special cards.
“Edmond is everything I've ever wanted in a man," Bree continued. Her forehead wrinkled. "It's the oddest thing. We were afraid to introduce his cat, Morticia, to my Smokey. His cat is so snotty that I was afraid Smokey would be traumatized. Pekingese can be so emotional. Not these two. They act like they've always been the best of friends. Strangest thing we've ever seen."
“You’re meant to be together,” Abbie sighed.
Dakota picked up her card again. "I have a feeling that old psychic who sold me these laughed for a month after I left. Gullible, that's me." She shook her head, staring at the card. "How could I draw a freakin' nerd?" She wanted a meaningful relationship. She wanted someone who would be there when she came home at night. Someone she could share things with when they sat at the dining room table eating dinner. Okay, she was ready to admit she was lonely.
She sighed. Now it looked like she'd be spending time on a remote island without internet.
No, she was going into this with a positive attitude. No more quickie relationships with men who only wanted sex. Sure, she wanted sex, too, but she wanted it to mean something. The cards had been right so far. She would find true love.
Even if it killed her.