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Authors: Carly Phillips

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Hot Property

Praise for the novels of New York Times bestselling author
CARLY PHILLIPS

“Fast-paced and fabulously fun, Carly Phillips entertains with witty dialogue and delightful characters.”


New York Times
bestselling author Rachel Gibson

“Popular Phillips’ first attempt at romantic suspense should be eagerly received by her loyal readership, and the denouement hints at a future romance for Hunter, as well.”


Booklist
on

“Who doesn’t love a reunion of long-lost loves? Add a diabolical villain as Carly Phillips does and you have everything you need for a beach read.”


Columbus Dispatch
on
Cross My Heart

“Contemporary pizzazz with a good old-fashioned happily ever after.”

—Michelle Buonfiglio,
Romance: B(u)y the Book, WNBC.com/romance


Cross My Heart
engages readers with a light and perky story that will absorb you from start to finish…. You’ll be smiling while you read the book, and grinning when you finish.”

—Lezlie Patterson, MCT News Service

“Phillips has penned a charming, fast-paced contemporary romp.”


Booklist
on
Hot Item

“A great summer read that should not be missed.”


BookReporter.com
on
Hot Item

“A sassy treat full of titillating twists sure to ring your (wedding) bell.”


Playgirl
on
The Bachelor

“A titillating read…on a scale of one to five: a high five for fun, ease of reading and sex

—actually I would’ve given it a six for sex if I could have.”

—Kelly Ripa on
The Bachelor

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Hot Item

Hot Number

Hot Stuff

Hot Property

The Simply series

Simply Sinful

Simply Scandalous

Simply Sensual

Simply Sexy

The Chandler Brothers series

The Bachelor

The Playboy

The Heartbreaker

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Body Heat

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carly phillips

Hot PROPERTY

Dear Reader,

I love writing, but no series has given me more joy than the Hot Zone
,
maybe because of the many personal connections for me in these books. Uncle Yank is based on my grandpa Jack, may he rest in peace, and macular degeneration runs in my family. Giving Uncle Yank a love of life despite his limitations has truly been a labor of love. From your many wonderful letters, I sense you have the same warm, fuzzy feeling for the Jordan sisters and the Hot Zone characters as I do. Thank you so much for letting me know!

Thank you, too, for being diligent, intelligent, smart readers. You picked up on inconsistencies in this series that are—frankly—embarrassing for me. As I explained to those of you who wrote me about the errors, I wasn’t trying to see if you were paying attention (although you definitely were!). All I can say is that I’m human. I have tried to address the inconsistencies in this story and have clarified that both Annabelle and Micki have daughters.

Hot Property
is the last in the Hot Zone series of books. John Roper (Micki’s best friend and high-maintenance client) and Amy Stone (Riley’s cousin from Florida) are about to meet—and when they do, sparks fly!

So enjoy the heat and the fun, and the next time you write to me, I hope it’s because you miss these characters as much as I will!

Best wishes always and happy reading!

Carly

www.carlyphillips.com

e-mail: [email protected]

I write best when I’m on vacation. Maybe it’s the sand, the surf or maybe it’s the company.

This book is dedicated to The Smith Family—

Gary, Tracey, Matthew and Robbie, the greatest (and funniest) family friends ever. Thanks for giving a Table for Four new meaning.

As always, to Phil, Jackie, Jen, Buddy and Bailey—

for making me crazy and keeping me sane…

all at the same time.

To the editor who knows me best and always makes me better, Brenda Chin; and to Janelle Denison, for all you do, they’re all for you!

And to the Plotmonkeys: Janelle, Julie Leto and Leslie Kelly—www.plotmonkeys.com—for having a brain when mine is fried. Love you guys!

Hot PROPERTY

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

EPILOGUE

PROLOGUE

AMY STONE WAS SURROUNDED
by testosterone. Not everyday, average testosterone but the heavy-duty testosterone that could only belong to athletes. She couldn’t stop staring at the quarterbacks, the baseball stars and other large, muscular guests attending her cousin Riley’s wedding reception. The bride, Sophie Jordan, her sisters and their friends appeared unfazed by so many hot men in one place. As publicists for the Hot Zone, a PR firm specializing in athletes, they were probably used to the sight. As a single woman more accustomed to living and working as a social director at a Fort Lauderdale retirement community owned by her relatives, Amy was out of her element.

But that was about to change. Starting in January, Amy would be working at the Hot Zone, too, and she’d have to learn how to handle herself around these big-shot athletes without melting at their feet.

She’d already made a few trips to the city and had begun settling into the apartment Micki Jordan Fuller had leased to her. After spending the holidays with her family, Amy would be leaving her easy life behind.

She’d turned twenty-five on Halloween—there was some irony there, she was sure—and she’d woken up, looked at her life and realized a change was long overdue. She belonged in a crowd of young people, not refereeing irreverent retirees who preferred skinny-dipping to swimming with bathing suits and Long Island iced teas to the nonalcoholic variety. But she was worried about the trouble her mother and her friends could get into left on their own.

Which reminded her…She scanned the area looking for her family.

The acreage was huge, the view beautiful. Amy couldn’t find her mother or her aunt Darla, but she consoled herself with the notion that if she couldn’t see or hear them, they couldn’t be causing a ruckus. That had to be a good sign. Especially since the reception was being held at the Brandon, Mississippi, estate of
Senator
Harlan Nash, the man who’d raised Riley as his own son.

She prayed her mother and aunt would behave for a change. As she’d instructed them this morning, no nude bathing in the fountain, no playing tag in the yard. Her relatives lived to enjoy life. And they did—a little too much sometimes, which often got them into trouble, making them all the object of public ridicule. It had often been a point of contention between her parents when her father was alive. When Amy had made the decision to move back home and had taken the job as director, aka babysitter, she’d known her father, who’d died when she was twelve, would approve.

The sun beat down on her head and she envied the senator’s guests who had parasols to shade themselves from the heated rays. The humidity was really getting to her. Her skin was sticky beneath her dress as she strode to the bar.

“Can I get you a drink?” a deep male voice asked.

Amy turned, shading her eyes against the glare of the sun, and stared into the most gorgeous face she’d ever seen on a man. His eyes were a deep shade of green, his features more chiseled than rugged, and when he smiled, dimples embraced his white teeth and oh-so-sexy smile.

“I was just about to order a cola,” she said.

“I think I can manage that for you.” His easygoing smile grew wider.

“Do not go anywhere.”

Amy wouldn’t dream of it. It was one thing to be surrounded by testosterone, another to have one of these men turn his attention her way. Heat suffused her and her pulse rate kicked up so she found it hard to breathe. Amy wasn’t a nun and she’d been with her share of men, but she’d never dated a guy as rugged and…well, hot as this man.

He eased his way between the people at the bar and quickly returned with her drink in one hand, one for himself in the other. “Here you go.”

She accepted the glass. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He nodded and tipped his glass, clinking it against hers. “So, pretty lady, are you a guest of the bride or the groom?”

She tried not to preen under the compliment, but he’d gotten under her skin already. “I’m a guest of the groom. Riley is my cousin,” she explained, before taking a cool, welcome sip of her soda.

“Are you related to the senator?” he asked.

“No, actually, Spencer Atkins is my uncle.” Riley had a complicated family situation, but Amy figured this man, probably an athlete, knew of renowned sports agent, Spencer Atkins, who was Riley’s biological father. “What about you? Which side of the family do you know?”

“I’m a guest of both, actually.”

“Which would make you a client of the Hot Zone PR and Athletes Only?” she said, referring to her uncle’s sports agency.

“Not only beautiful but perceptive, as well.”

She was certain she blushed. “What sport do you play?”

“You don’t know who I am?” His eyes widened. “I’m wounded,” he said in an affected tone with a little boy’s hurt in his expression. But immediate laughter let her know he was just teasing.

Amy smiled, enjoying his sense of humor and easygoing personality.

The attraction went without saying. The man was definitely irresistible.

“John Roper, New York Renegades center fielder at your service.”

He tipped his head toward her, then extended his hand.

“Amy Stone.” She placed her palm inside his. Searing heat branded her, sizzling up her arm and into her chest, knocking the wind out of her completely.

Wow.

She’d
never
had such an intense reaction to a man before. She caught a whiff of his sensual cologne, which caused an erotic spike in her body temperature. “It’s nice to meet you, John.”

A cute smile pulled at his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Amy Stone.” His voice dropped a husky octave.

She ran her tongue over her dry lips. “So what table are you seated at?” she asked him.

He’d been holding her gaze with a look hot enough to melt the ice sculptures she’d seen earlier, but suddenly he twisted his body, looking around before turning back to her again. “Listen, the seating is…um…

complicated.”

“Tell me about it. It’s a wedding. Seating is always complicated. I’m just hoping I’m not at the same table as my mom and her sister.” Amy had picked up her place card earlier, but she hadn’t seen her relatives since they’d left the ceremony to ask where they were seated. Amy rolled her eyes at her predicament and laughed.

John didn’t join her. “It’s not that kind of complicated.” He mulled something over in his mind for a while before finally speaking. “I just didn’t expect to meet someone like you here,” he said, warmth and something inherently more in his tone.

“Tell me about it.” She hadn’t come here with a date or intending to meet a man, either, but she was definitely glad she had met one. Now she didn’t have to survive those awkward moments during slow songs.

If John didn’t ask her to dance, maybe she’d just ask him instead.

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