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of muffins wrapped in bright yellow cellophane and orange ribbon. He crouched down and lifted the basket. Even before he plucked free the hot pink envelope and retrieved the card tucked inside, he knew who'd placed the basket on his doorstep. Corrie's loopy handwriting greeted him.
    From your very, very good girl…
    Smiling, he noticed the little arrow on the bottom right corner of the card. He turned it over—and nearly fainted. It was a picture of Corrie's bare pussy and ass with a hot pink butt plug in place. White-hot need pierced his belly. His gaze scanned her message.
    And your very, very bad girl.
    Chuckling to himself, Jamie tucked the picture into his wallet and carried the basket of muffins to his truck. For the first time in a long time, he couldn't wait to finish his shift and get home. That lonely, empty apartment no longer seemed so daunting.
    Besides, he had a feeling a certain dirty girl was going to need to be taught another lesson tonight. A very long, very hard lesson…
    The End.

SEDUCING THE CONGRESSMAN EXCERPT
     
    The second I ducked into the small room, I realized my mistake. I spotted the impeccably dressed man with his back to me and the phone he held to his ear. It took me only a heartbeat to realize it was Jack Richmond, the conservative politician headlining the night's fundraiser and one of my father's good friends. Apparently, this room, a sort of staging area for the ballroom, wasn't a safe hideout after all.
    I started to retreat but Jack turned just in time to see me. The glimmer of recognition in his pale brown eyes fixed me in place. With a crook of his finger, he beckoned me to stay. Reluctantly, I stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind me. He made a locking gesture with his hand. I thought it odd but didn't hesitate to do as he'd asked. He probably didn't want anyone else barging in on his private call.
    When he finished his call, he slipped his phone into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. "So, Bee, what are you running from?"
    He'd known me long enough to feel comfortable using my father's nickname for me. I shrugged and leaned back against the door. "I've heard enough speeches about health care and family values to last me a lifetime."
    His smile surprised me. It wasn't the cheesy politician smile plastered on his campaign materials. This was a real, warm smile that momentarily disarmed me. "We're in Texas, Bee. You're in the wrong state for hearing speeches on the liberal agenda."
    I rolled my eyes. "I'm not a liberal."
    "No?" His eyes glinted with amusement. "I'm pretty sure that protest where you got picked up for disorderly conduct had some rather liberal roots."
    I sighed. "It wasn't like that."
    "Your father would disagree."
    "My father is out of bounds tonight." The last thing I wanted to do was talk about my father's disappointment in me.
    His smile faded and he took a step toward me. "I'm sorry, Bee. I didn't mean to upset you."
    "It's fine."
    "It's not. I know things are tense between the two of you. I shouldn't have gone there with the protest arrest."
    "No," I agreed. "But it is what it is, Jack."
    "He'll come around. You'll see. You're his baby girl and he loves you."
    I bit my tongue instead of pointing out that my father loved the person he wanted me to be not the person I actually was. Desperate to change the subject, I asked, "So what's your keynote speech about?"
    Jack chuckled. "Family values. Fiscal policy. Health care reform."
    I groaned and tipped my head back against the door. "I like you, Jack, but I don't think I can sit through another speech like that."
    He feigned an injury and touched a hand to his chest. "I'm hurt, Bee."
    That teasing grin of his warmed me. Not for the first time, I was forced to admit that Jack had that sexy, clean-cut thing going for him. He had classic good looks with his square jaw and dark hair. I liked that he didn't do that shellac hairstyle so many male politicians favored. He had that All-American boyishness