Geraldine O'Hara


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Going away on a secret holiday with the love of your life should be fun…

Mandy and Leon have plans to go on a week away to Blackpool for uninterrupted time together and lots of hot sex. But before they even manage to leave, things start going wrong. A man accosts Mandy in the pub, then that same man is seen robbing a bank. It’s time to leave the city…

Getting away from crime and their secrets isn’t quite that simple, though. What should have been fun turns into a nightmare. Mandy and Leon bump into the same man again…and again. All Mandy wants to do is enjoy a game of ‘What’s her Secret?’ with Leon and have a great time in the sack, but fate is playing one of her silly games…

With tension mounting as things start going wrong, Mandy wonders whether her happily ever after will happen now. Thrown into turmoil and fear by the gang, she has to search inside herself in order to find even a nugget of the person she used to be. Who is Mandy now? And is she someone Leon wants to be with?


When you’ve fancied someone for a long time and finally get into the bedroom with him, things start hotting up!

Mandy is known as the girl everyone turns to for a good laugh and some fun, but she’s hiding a secret from the friends she usually hangs out with in the local pub, The Rusty Nail. She’s fallen for one man in their group, Leon, a sexy-as-sin piece of deliciousness who gives off the impression he’s a bit of a rake. Mandy doesn’t care—rake or not, she wants him, but the question is, how do you ask a friend out without ruining that friendship?

Thanks to a quirk of fate, Mandy is able to become someone else—a wanton sex siren who gives her the confidence to be whoever she wants to be in the bedroom. Leon has no idea about Mandy’s desire for him, so in a sexy outfit, stockings and high heels, Mandy’s ready to give him the time of his life.



How can a pair of stockings, a PVC corset and a set of high heels make me change so drastically?


On a mad whim, I purchased a pair of fishnet stockings from my local newsagents. After putting them on and instantly changing from Plain Jane Smith into someone totally different, I ordered one hundred pairs online. And a PVC corset. And a set of mile-high heels.

Chantal Rossi was born. French, confident, sexy and wanton—this side of me was nothing like the woman I’d been before those sassy clothes had touched my body. I wanted sex, but the problem was, I didn’t know where to go and get it. Nightclubs and pubs didn’t appeal. Neither did an online dating agency. But trawling the newspaper and seeing the wanted ads was a whole other story…

After arranging to meet with a stranger, I slid on my saucy clothes and prepared myself for the journey of my life—to become the key that fitted into his lock. Or, more to the point, to make sure his key fitted into my lock…



After I’d tapped out a response in the comments section of an online newspaper article regarding slimming pills, I was swept from my life as a lonely wedding planner to be named The Pink Pill Diet Woman. Once the pills had worked their magic, I earned the name of Glamour Girl, and my life became an endless round of TV, radio and newspaper appearances, with stretches of boredom that led to me fantasising about my hunky security guard.


He was sexy as sin and out of my league, but a girl could dream, couldn’t she? And dream I did, any chance I got. I longed for him to slide into bed with me and treat me to a night of passion I’d never forget, but how the devil would I get him there? Management had forbidden us to interact as anything other than what we were—Glamour Girl and her bodyguard. But as well as dreaming, I had a naughty streak. Rules be damned, I was going to break them. He had a pearl necklace I wanted draped around my neck—and I was going to get it.


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