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Authors: Selena Robins

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What a Girl Wants

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She’s got the moxie. He’s got the sexy.


“Life’s a beach. Then you have sex on it.”

Travel journalist Maddie Saunders has new attitude, and wants two new accessories to go with it. One, turn her triple-X fantasies into reality with Mr. Sex-On-Legs—her friend, Alex Donovan. And two, find her biological father to see if her gene pool has a deep end. She never expected fulfilling both wishes would take her life down a drastically different path.

“Sometimes you’re the windshield, and sometimes you’re the bug.”

Alex, an investigative reporter, grits his teeth when he accepts a joint assignment to Hawaii with Maddie. He’s vowed to never get involved with any woman he can’t walk away from. Maddie falls under the heading of “Look, but don’t touch”. Trouble is, she excels at giving him a hard time—in more ways than one.

He manages to fend off her guerilla seduction tactics until a bone-melting kiss throws his resolve into the ocean. Complicated? Absolutely. Especially when he discovers the real reason they were sent to the island…


Warning: Side effects may include but not limited to, spontaneous, uncontrollable laughter, hot flashes and dangerous chocolate cravings. Contents include, one kick-ass heroine and a sex-on-legs hero whose kiss could singe the eyebrows off a mannequin. Can be read in bed with someone special or a BOB (battery operated boyfriend). Please note: Batteries not included.

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Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

577 Mulberry Street, Suite 1520

Macon GA 31201


What a Girl Wants

Copyright © 2010 by Selena Robins

ISBN: 978-1-60504-982-3

Edited by Bethany Morgan

Cover by Natalie Winters


All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.


Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
electronic publication: April 2010

What a Girl Wants




Selena Robins


To my husband who brings out the Maddie in me. I love you.



A big thanks to the romance readers for their passionate support of the genre, because without you, we writers wouldn’t have a purpose to unleash the characters taking up space rent-free in our heads.

My gratitude and appreciation for my family’s love and support. To my friends and critique partners; Denise Agnew, Nancy Darryl, Trish Kassotis and Michelina Pagano for their cheerleading, and gift of time. To friends and family who have allowed me to assign their first names for some of the characters.

My appreciation to the wonderful staff at Samhain Publishing, who gave me a warm welcome and especially to my editor, Bethany Morgan, for her support and enthusiasm.


Please note: Makana Island is a fictitious Island in Hawaii.

Chapter One


“I wrote the story myself.

It’s about a girl who lost her reputation and never missed it.”

—Mae West


“Will Work For Sex.”

Maddie Saunders read the message stitched on the pink lace panties and grinned. “Oh, my.” She dangled a black thong before her girlfriend’s eyes. “And look what this baby says: ‘Just Do Me.’”

“Love it.” Reece Anderson picked up a pair of white panties from another bin. “Feel how soft these are.” She handed them to Maddie. “They’re made out of macrobiotic bamboo.”

“They should print ‘Eat Organic’ on them.”

Reece laughed and scooped up three pairs and dropped them into a shopping basket already laden with lingerie. “You never told me about your uncle’s dinner party. Did you connect with the guy he tried to set you up with?”

Maddie slipped a black camisole off the rack. “I couldn’t connect with that guy if he was a Snickers bar and I had PMS.”

“Ouch. Who was it? Anybody I know?”

“The new director of publications, Robert Neilson.” If Uncle G. weren’t her boss and publisher of New York’s
Eye on the World
magazine, she would have given him major attitude for trying to hook her up with the college-educated caveman.

“I met him last week,” Reece said with a thoughtful expression. “He’s kinda cute in a commitment-ready sort of way.”

“Yeah.” Maddie headed to the change rooms. “He made it very clear he’s
for a Wilma to complement his Fred Flintstone personality.”

Reece followed her inside the large cubicle and shut the door. “Didn’t you say you were coming out of dating exile and gearing up for a relationship?”

Maddie took her brown leather jacket off, cloaked it on the back of a chair, and glanced at her blonde friend in the mirror. “I don’t want a relationship. I want sex. Sweaty, no-strings-attached sex. The kind that’s so freaking hot the neighbors will light cigarettes afterwards.”

“Good luck with that.” Reece laughed and shook her head. “My booty call runs a distant second to a Brad Pitt marathon and cheesecake.”

Maddie gathered her hair into a ponytail. “At least you have a booty to call.”

“He’s history.”

“I thought things were working out great with your arrangement,” Maddie said.

“For about five minutes.” Reece put her purse on the chair. “Our conversations consisted of him telling me what
likes in bed. When he called, he never asked how I was doing. He never picked up the tab or even offered to split for takeout. We had fun in bed, but that grew old real fast.” She sighed. “Last time we hooked up he told me to hurry because he wanted his turn.”

“He sounds like a selfish bore,” Maddie said. “No wonder you never introduced me to him. I probably would have told him so.”

“I know you would have.” Reece nodded. “I should have known better. With no strings in the relationship, it was always about him.” She unbuttoned her coat and slipped it off. “Still think you want casual sex?”

“Yup. I’ll take my chances.” Maddie took Reece’s coat and draped it over hers. “I’m sorry you met an insensitive he-man and I’m glad you didn’t put up with any more of his BS. But I’m long overdue.” She toed off her ankle boots. “I’ve ignored my lust life for way too long.”

Over the past few years, Maddie had been devoting herself to her career. Her twenty-eight-year-old hormones were now giving off signals like liquid gave off vapor.

She owed it to herself to embrace and liberate her inner sex siren. But not a one-night stand of meaningless sex with a plenty-of-game stranger
or a college-educated caveman. Not her style. Not that forever love was her style, either. How could the daughter of a flake who’d married half a dozen times even believe in forever love?

No, she wanted red-blazing sex, ripped from the pages of
Venus Envy
magazine, and then some with an experienced take-charge man. A guy she trusted and connected with on every level.

A flush of heat spread across her forehead at the thought of releasing her inhibitions. Maddie unraveled the scarf around her neck and gave her face a quick swipe. “It’s time I have a fling.”

“I’ve flung my last fling.” Reece emptied the lingerie items and placed them on the bench. “The big three-oh is just around the corner. Love and marriage is the answer for me.”

“If marriage is the answer then I’ll take another question.”

Reece tried on a peach sleep shirt over her clothes, moved side to side and examined herself in the mirror. “Not all marriages go south. Some are made in heaven.”

“So are earthquakes.”

“Okay, time to change the subject.” Reece removed the sleep shirt, hung it on a hook and slipped a black silk dress off its hanger. “When do you leave for your Hawaiian assignment?”

“In two weeks.” Maddie slid out of her jeans and T-shirt and sighed as she caught sight of herself. As much as she exercised, she still had generous hips. Curvy wasn’t too bad, she supposed. It had worked for Monroe and Loren.

Unfortunately, her breasts, although fine and firm, were small, which meant she wouldn’t be inducted into the bombshell hall of fame anytime soon. She’d have to buy a padded bra to impress the man who headlined her fantasies and turned her panties into an X-rated film festival.

“I should try to convince your uncle to send me with you. My comic strip needs new material, and a few weeks in the sun would chase away the February blues.” Reece gave Maddie a cheeky grin. “If he doesn’t bite, don’t forget to e-mail me the details of the trouble you’re sure to get into.”

Maddie rolled her eyes and threw a lace camisole over her friend’s head. “I’m not going to get into any trouble.”

“Knowing you, I’m sure something will happen on the island.”

“I’ve already written the headline for my article: ‘Gateway to the Seductive Tropics’,” Maddie announced with pride. “I intend to research the seductive part thoroughly.”

“I know that look.” Reece handed Maddie the black dress. “What are you up to?”

The designer silk number would cost Maddie more than one week’s salary, but she shrugged off the price and slipped on the dress. “I’m not traveling alone this time.”

“I heard Tim Graham is doing the photo shoot.” Reece pulled the zipper up on the back of Maddie’s dress. “Is this Dolce and Gabbana for his benefit?”

Maddie noticed a subtle blush bloom on Reece’s cheeks when she spoke Tim’s name. Hmmm, interesting. “No, not Tim. Even though he
cuter than a basket full of puppies.”

“Then I don’t have a clue who you’re talking about.”

Maddie wasn’t surprised Reece didn’t know who the lust-of-her-life was. She’d hidden her secret crush well for the past few years
had even fooled herself into thinking of him as a friend. She’d finally worked up the confidence to go after what she wanted.

“Since Flintstone’s off the table,” Reece tucked in the label on the back of the dress, “who’s the lucky guy?”

“I’ll give you a few hints. He’s about six-foot-two. He has dark hair and his eyes are the color of rich Godiva chocolate. Looks great in his faded-in-all-the-right-places jeans, especially from behind, and he resembles a young George Clooney.”

“Mmmm, I’ll have one of those draped in soft buckskin.” Reece adjusted the spaghetti straps on Maddie’s shoulders. “The only guy I can think of who fits that description is…” Reece stared in surprise. “Whoa,
. Our hotter-than-a-sunburn reporter?”

“The one and only.” Maddie shot her friend a saucy wink. “I plan to model this dress
the sexy underwear for Alex.” She checked her profile. Oh, yes, he’d never know what hit him. She would do without groceries to buy this dress.

Reece planted her hands on her hips. “I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think it’s going to happen.”

“Why not?”

“Besides the fact that you two have never been on a real date, you mean? You’re total opposites. He’s as serious as a judge and you’re about as shy as a
Girls Gone Wild

“Sometimes he needs a little help to bring out his sense of fun.” Maddie dug out a red satin teddy from the basket. “I’m going to drive him crazy with this.”

“You do drive him crazy.” Reece tugged Maddie’s ponytail. “With aggravation. I have to hand it to you. You’re the only person who can get away with it.”

Maddie waved her hand. “A few little incidents
he’s probably forgotten.”

“Have you forgotten he calls you the Green-Eyed Angel of Planet Crazy? Can’t say I blame him, considering those stunts you’ve pulled.”

“He also calls me doll

“Yeah, like that has nothing to do with the inflatable seven-foot thing you sent him on his birthday?”

Maddie exchanged a look of amusement with her friend.

“Yup.” Reece collected the scattered lingerie. “You two are definitely in platonic country.”

“I’m not in any such country.”

“You’re the
of that country.”

Maddie untied her hair and shook it out. “Alex is the logical choice. We don’t have to get into all the boring, get-to-know-you chitchat.” In addition, every time she saw him lately, she ended the night burning the batteries on her frisky finger while fantasizing about him. The hell with that. She wanted reality sex—the heart-pounding, crash-the-headboard-through-the-wall kind. “And he’s easy to talk to
well, most of the time.”

“Sure.” Reece swung a scarlet bustier. “Conversation is what you have in mind, right?”

Maddie grabbed the bustier. “Pillow talk

“Seriously though, I’d hate to see you get hurt.”

“Ha, no worries there. I’m so flexible, Gumby’s rigid next to me.”

“You nut.” Reece snorted. “You know what I mean.”

“I do and I appreciate your concern, but it’s not as if I’m going to hop into bed with a random stranger.”

“True,” Reece said. “But you’re lacking a little in the experience department—”

“I’ve been around.” Maddie caught Reece’s smirk. “Okay, maybe not around, exactly, but I’ve been in the vicinity.”

“Reading my blog doesn’t qualify.”

Maddie twirled. “What do you think?” The silk hemline sashayed across her upper thighs. “Does this dress scream Maddie the Fellatio-nista?” In one of her fantasies, Maddie pictured herself licking Alex’s hardness like an ice cream cone—up one side, down the other and then sucking the head like a lollipop.

“Fellatio-nista? You slay me.” Reece laughed and hiccupped. “Add a pair of kick-ass heels and monks will hit on you.”

“I’ll show you the bikini I picked up on clearance when you come over.”

“You’ll be the island knockout with those long legs and killer complexion,” Reece said. “Hmmm. Is it a coincidence you’re both assigned to the same island?”

Maddie beamed. “Luck.”

“Holy crap.” Reece pinched Maddie’s hot cheek. “Look at you. You’re really serious about a friends-with-benefits arrangement with Alex?”

“Definitely.” In an attempt to move the conversation away from Reece trying to talk her out of a sexual connection with Alex, Maddie pointed to the peach sleep shirt. “Did you see the matching lounge pants for that shirt? They’d look cute together.”

“I’m not feeling this color.” Reece grabbed the sleep shirt, threw it over her arm and opened the door. “I’m going to look for a blue one and pick up some moisturizer. See you in a bit.” Reece left.

With a pert wiggle, Maddie checked the three-way mirror to see how the dress complimented her butt.
Not bad.
She turned and twisted, loving the way the sleek material caressed her skin—the same way she imagined Alex’s fingers, kisses and tongue would feel under every inch of the black silk.

Running her hand through her hair, she imagined Alex tangling his fingers in the long, auburn strands. She tossed her head side to side, fluffing and finger-teasing it into a messy wild style. With her hands on her hips, she scrutinized the look.

Hmmm-mmm, the freshly screwed hairdo rocks with this dress

The Hawaiian assignment was about shifting her lust life out of neutral. Of course, she also intended on writing a killer article, not her usual travel antics, but still a stellar piece. With that in mind, she fished out the mini tape recorder she used for brainstorming out of her purse and pressed the record button.

“Prep notes,” she said in a quiet tone, testing her voice. “After reading exotic travel destinations or listening to your friends talk about their pleasure-seeking adventures, do you feel as if the world is throwing a party and you’re not invited?” Something Maddie could identify with, big time. “Get your sexy back. Ideas from a sensual tripper.”

“What’s going to make your gateway to the seductive tropics sexy, you ask?” She took a step back from the mirror. “One. Attitude.” With one hand on her hip, she practiced different poses. “Two. A plan.” She picked up the white lace, crotchless peek-a-boo baby doll and held it up, nodding with approval. “Three. A provocative imagination.”

Tossing the baby doll into her to-buy pile, she continued, “Imagine a ten-foot round bed draped with white netting in a candlelit private villa. Sheer curtains blowing from a tropical breeze and cooling your hot naked flesh.”

She visualized Alex naked and primed, sprawled on the made-for-bone-breaking-sex-bed. The stark-white Egyptian cotton bedding was a delicious contrast against Alex’s olive skin tone as he commanded her to strip for him. Machismo suited her desire to be taught—her nipples tightened and the mouth-watering visual enhanced all her senses.

Inhaling deep into her lungs she could practically smell the aromatic floral bouquets and refreshing citrus infused with the scent of pure lust. She imagined the sounds of the sea churning with waves crashing on the breakers and Marvin Gaye singing in the background, encouraging her and Alex to get it on.

She wanted to experience new, hot sex and falling asleep on top of Alex, their bodies touching from ankle to head. Lifting one leg on the chair, she imitated a seductive pose she had seen on the cover of

“Alex waking me,” she whispered into her recorder. “Flipping me over, lifting my legs straight up in the air as I clench around him, and drink in the sight of his gorgeous face while he’s hammering an intense orgasm into me.”

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