Book Four in the Scavenger Hunt Series.
Bree Evans is on a mission. Find a tour guide. The
tricky part will be seducing him.
Why oh why did Bree Evans, a fashion buyer, agree to go on this idiotic scavenger hunt? Oh yes, the consequences of not completing her task, a two week stint on an island without internet, a killer for her career. But when irresistible, non-tour guide, Edmond Doucet, enters her life and seduces her with his smoldering blue eyes, then all games are off. That is, until she discovers his secret.
Edmond Doucet wants Bree. In his arms and in his bed. He doesn't care which comes first as long as he has her, but when he learns who her business meeting is with, things get complicated.
Undressed is the fourth book in USA Today Bestselling author Karen Kelley's Scavenger Hunt series. If you enjoy steamy, contemporary romances, a feisty heroine and a to-die-for hero then download your copy today.
Bree stared at the card. Why had she agreed to be a part of Dakota’s ridiculous scavenger hunt? The game: draw a scrabble
tile to see who was going on a quest that month. Next, draw a card from a deck that had men wearing clothes depicting their
profession. The rules: You have until the next month to seduce a man from that profession. The consequences: if you don’t follow
through you have to spend two weeks on an island with no internet, a killer for all their careers. The reason for the game: Dakota
was horny and said they all needed a goal.
Really? And she’d agreed to do this?
Bree had to admit, all of them were good at goals. Their objectives usually pertained to the business side of their lives, though.
They had little time for affairs or seduction. Dakota said they needed to make time or they were going to end up old and lonely, and
then they would probably start adopting homeless cats. Bree was actually a dog person. Cats were snotty.
Drat, she didn’t want to go on a quest to find the perfect man. She bit her bottom lip. Or did she? She loved her friends, but she
knew there was something more waiting for her. As if that something was so close she could almost grasp it. Before she could, the
feeling quickly slipped away and she was left frustrated. She could describe her soulmate with one word, illusive. Never to be
“Well, what card did you draw?” Abbie asked.
“Yes, show us the card,” the others chimed in.
Bree glanced around the table. Jo, Samantha and Candace all had good luck on their scavenger hunt, but who was to say she
would? Or Dakota? Or Abbie? It hadn’t come around to their turn yet.
“You have to share,” Samantha drawled.
Bree tossed the card face up on the table.
Jo picked it up. “A tour guide. The man on the card is a tour guide. Interesting.”
“Aren’t you leaving town in a few days?” Dakota asked.
Cold chills popped up on Bree’s arms. Their game was starting to scare her just a little. Jo had found her cowboy, Candace her
fisherman and, okay, so maybe Samantha hadn’t found her plumber but oh my, she’d hit the jackpot with Derek. Maybe the cards
were more than just cards. She was going to New Orleans in a few days and planned to rent a car and go on her own though.
Finding a tour guide might prove…interesting.
“Well, are you?” Abbie prodded.
Bree looked at her. “Am I what?”
Abbie let out an exasperated sigh. “Leaving in a few days?”
She nodded. “I’m meeting with a fashion designer. Maurice Bouchard. He’s the hotshot designer Enchantment has been trying
to snag for months, but he’s very particular who he deals with. The boutique that carries his designer clothes sold out to a
company he doesn’t care for so he’s shopping for another one.
“A friend of a friend convinced him to at least talk to a representative of Enchantment. Jeanie would’ve gone herself, but her
daughter is due any day now and it has been a complicated pregnancy. You should see the list of dos and don’ts she’s given me.”
Bree chuckled. “I asked her if I should sleep with him and see if that would help. I swear, she thought about it, then said she was
pretty sure he was old or gay or something. There’s very little known about the man.”
“So,” Dakota began, “convert him if he’s gay.” She gave Bree the once over. “You have all the right stuff to make men drool, no
matter what their sexual orientation, and age isn’t even a factor. They all lust after you. Why shouldn’t they? Just look at you.” She
ticked off the list on her fingers. “Pale blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, petite figure, you’re gorgeous, you have killer legs and
you can wear stilettos as if they were the most comfy house shoes. I say go for it.”
Bree laughed. “I’m not about to send anyone into therapy.” She picked up the card and stared at it. For a brief moment, she
could’ve sworn she felt a tingle. Nonsense of course. “If I can get this meeting over as soon as possible it might be worth it to take
a few tours to see New Orleans. I’ve always wanted to go there.”
Jo laughed. “They have voodoo. Make sure you don’t get hexed or something.”
“They also have love potions,” Abbie sighed.
Love potion. Now that was an idea. Slip a couple of drops into someone’s drink and they would fall helplessly in love with her.
Having anyone who would give her unconditional love would be nice. Sometimes she thought her parents forgot they had given
birth to her. They were so caught up in their own world of archeological digs and traveling the world that they often forgot her
birthday or a holiday. She was raised mostly by her wealthy grandmother. Actually, a stream of nannies until she outgrew them.
Grandmother’s social calendar was always full.
To be honest, her parents had sent a Christmas card last year and they did call occasionally to see if she needed money. Her
smile was sad. No, she didn’t need money. She needed them to tell her they loved her, except she’d given up on that a long time
She glanced at the card. A tour guide. Maybe she would meet the man of her dreams. Stranger things had happened.