By Invitation Only: Exclusively Yours Private Party Secret Encounter

179 Pages·2011·0.78 MB·English

by  Lori Wilde

Look what people are saying about these talented
authors…
Lori Wilde
“Wilde’s clever combination of humor, sorrow and
love brings a deeply appealing sense of realism.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Lori Wilde pens a winner with terrific characters
who feel like friends, chemistry, great sex scenes
and a happily-ever-after.”
—RT Book Reviews
Wendy Etherington
“Another winner from Etherington with
great humor and unexpected characters.”
—RT Book Reviews on After Dark
“Gavin is, as the title suggests, irresistible,
and readers will be delighted with the antics
of this Indiana Jones of the high seas.”
—RT Book Reviews on Irresistible Fortune
Jillian Burns
“With Let it Ride, Jillian Burns has written a
wonderfully steamy, fast-paced story that will keep
you turning pages until the very end.”
—Kwips and Kritiques
“Jillian Burns is an author who can take an ordinary,
everyday story and make it her own. Burns fans will
love this beautifully woven story and new readers
will become lifelong fans!”
—FreshFiction on Seduce and Rescue
LORI WILDE
is a New York Times bestselling author and has written more than forty books.
She’s been nominated for a RITA® Award and four RT Book Reviews Reviewers’
Choice Awards. Her books have been excerpted in Cosmopolitan, Redbook and
Quick & Simple. Lori teaches writing online through Ed2go. She’s also an R.N.
trained in forensics and she volunteers at a women’s shelter. Visit her website at
www.loriwilde.com.
WENDY ETHERINGTON
was born and raised in the deep South—and she has the fried-chicken recipes
and NASCAR ticket stubs to prove it. The author of more than twenty books,
she writes full-time from her home in South Carolina, where she lives with her
husband, two daughters and an energetic shih tzu named Cody. She can be
reached via her website, www.wendyetherington.com.
JILLIAN BURNS
has always read romance, and spent her teens immersed in the worlds of Jane
Eyre and Elizabeth Bennett. She lives in Texas with her husband of twenty years
and their three active kids. Jillian likes to think her emotional nature—
sometimes referred to as moodiness—has found the perfect outlet in writing
stories filled with passion and romance. She believes romance novels have the
power to change lives with their message of eternal love and hope. For more
information on Jillian, check out www.julietburns.com.
Lori Wilde
Wendy Etherington
Jillian Burns
BY INVITATION ONLY
CONTENTS
EXCLUSIVELY YOURS
Lori Wilde
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7

PRIVATE PARTY
Wendy Etherington
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9

SECRET ENCOUNTER
Jillian Burns
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
EXCLUSIVELY YOURS
Lori Wilde
To Debi Little. I so appreciate all your support.
Thanks for reading!
1
Breaking news from the blog, Man About Texas, by Nicolas
Greer
Have you heard the word? Another good bachelor bites the
dust. Playboy extraordinaire, J. D. Maynard, (yes, he is the
son of James Dallas Maynard Sr., the richest oil tycoon in
Texas), went down on one knee in front of Hollywood’s
latest “it” girl, überglam Holly Addison. Rumor has it that
Holly’s said yes, and they’re planning a summer wedding.
My heart is breaking, fellas. Say it ain’t so, J.D.! Holly’s hot
as a firecracker and all that, but this is your freedom we’re
talking about here. Run for the hills while you still can….
“YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.” Olivia Carmichael crumpled the printout of the
odious Nicolas Greer’s blog in one hand and stared at her boss as if he’d just
ordered her to strip off her clothes and streak naked through Austin’s state
capitol building.
The managing editor of the Austin Daily News, Ross Gregson,
shook his head. Ross was a crusty holdout from journalism’s hard news heyday
and she loved him for it. He was a visage of her childhood filled with arguing
reporters ringing the dinner table and the television set perpetually tuned to
CNN.
“Much as it pains me to say this, kiddo, ’fraid not.” Ross was
pushing seventy and sported a shock of stark white hair that sprouted straight up
from his head in an old-fashioned crew cut. He always wore white dress shirts
with the sleeves rolled up three turns so that the makeshift cuff hit him mid-
elbow. At his neck lay a stained tie gone crooked from where he repeatedly
tugged at the knot. He possessed a sandpaper-like voice, pugnacious nose and
caterpillar eyebrows. He kept an unlit cigar permanently chomped in the left
corner of his mouth and a foam cup of stale coffee on his desk.
“You want me to write like an uneducated frat boy high on Krispy