Make That Man Mine by Shelley Munro

On her twenty-fifth birthday, Emma Montrose decides it's time to show bad-boy investigator Jack Sullivan she's more than an efficient secretary. She's a woman with needs, and she needs him.

Jack is a taniwha, a shifter, who requires women to satiate the sexual demands of the serpent within. Nothing more. Then work forces the reluctant Jack and ecstatic Emma undercover as a couple. Thrown together, pretence and reality blur, generating hot sex laced with risk...


No one talked to them.

Not that Emma could blame them. Jack could look scary to the uninitiated with his unruly dark hair and the serpent tattoo that wound around his left biceps.

Of course, there were some who saw past the tough guy disguise. Emma knew that he gave up his time to help out at a local foster home. She knew there was gentleness beneath the grumpy outer exterior. But he kept it well hidden.

Deep in thought, she leapt in fright when a masculine arm curved around her waist.

“You’re gonna have to cure the jumpiness around me. We’re meant to be lovers.”

Emma’s gaze shot up to meet dark chocolate brown eyes. Sinful eyes, she thought with an inward sigh. Those eyes could certainly lead her into sin.


“Sure, honey,” Emma said, miffed for almost giving them away. Yet she was angry with Jack, too, because she thought he was doing his best to show her up. He’d certainly tried hard enough to talk her out of the assignment. Emma wanted to glare but it wasn’t loverlike. Most of all she wanted to needle him. Yes, she felt like poking the man with a sharp stick to see if she could rattle him.

“How long before we get to our room?” she cooed, fluttering her lashes at him. “I need your cock inside me.” Part of Emma was shocked at her words, but the couple standing in front of them grinned at her in sympathy.

“Have you seen the contents of those goody bags the hostess is giving out?” the young woman said. A theatrical shiver jiggled her pert, braless breasts.

“No, what?” Emma asked, her fertile imagination creating all sorts of pictures. Handcuffs? Powerful aphrodisiacs? Torturous sex toys?

The woman leaned closer to whisper, “A pair of edible undies.”

“Both his and hers,” her partner added with a grin.

“No!” Emma breathed. Good grief. It would probably be like trying to choke down pills. She’d gag and throw up all over the man’s groin. All over Jack’s groin. “I hope they’re chocolate,” Emma said, waggling her brows.

“Oh, you’re terrible,” the woman said with a giggle.

So terrible that Jack’s arm tightened around her in silent warning, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh at her waist. Emma smothered a grin. Perhaps if she kept needling him, she’d forget her nervousness.

“I’m looking forward to this week,” Emma confided to the young woman. “My honey works so hard. He’s exhausted when he gets home and most nights just falls asleep.” Emma peeked through lowered lashes to gauge Jack’s reaction. Her stomach flipped anxiously when she noticed the tic in his shadowed jaw. He looked as though he might burst while the arm around her waist tensed until it felt like a shackle. But not enough to make her stop goading him. “Too tired for good sex, if you know what I mean.”

A low growl vibrated through his chest. Emma stilled and the hair on her forearms stood to attention. Slowly, her gaze rose from his broad chest, and traveled up his neck, across his rigid jaw and collided with eyes the color of onyx.

“We intend to make up for that, don’t we, sweetheart?” His flashing eyes promised retribution when they were alone. “Can’t have you saying I can’t get it up often enough to keep you satisfied. Wouldn’t want you to wander to greener pastures.”

Oops. Perhaps she’d pushed a little hard.

The line moved, and Emma nudged her bag forward with her foot. She was very conscious of Jack standing close behind.

“Hello. Names, please,” the hostess said.

“Jack Sullivan and Emma Montrose.” Jack stepped up beside her, taking control and smiling at the hostess.

“Ah, yes. Here we go. Here are your goody bags.” The hostess handed one bag to each of them. “Your room assignment and everything you need to know about the resort is in there along with a few surprises.”

“Thanks,” Emma murmured accepting the bag. Her hand shook. It was like stepping over an invisible line. A gateway into sin. She glanced at Jack to find him watching her with the inscrutable expression that gave nothing away. Emma’s mouth firmed with determination, and her chin shot up into the air. She could do this. She would do this despite Jack’s silent censure. She intended to complete this assignment to the best of her ability. And if she managed to make Jack notice her as a female, a hot sexual being, then so much the better.

Adventure into Romance