Night Whispers - Leslie Kelly [0]
Around the room, conversations quieted. Mitch had never heard of Night Whispers and he couldn’t believe there was this much stir over some radio show.
“What’s it all about?” he asked his friend Paul.
“It’s a sex show,” Paul said with a grin. “Well, not really sex, I guess. Women call it romance or passion, but let me tell you, I hear Lady Love’s voice and I just ache.”
Ache? Paul ached? Mitch nearly laughed out loud at his friend’s exaggeration until he noticed the man was dead serious.
“Laugh if you want, but I’m telling you, this show is great. This woman, she just…I don’t know how to describe it. She speaks, and it’s not just how sexy her voice is…it’s that you almost feel like she’s speaking directly to you. Teasing you. Inviting you.”
Mitch raised a skeptical eyebrow at Paul as he lifted his drink to his mouth. A few slow, mellow notes of a saxophone underscored the prerecorded introduction, setting a lazy, relaxed mood. Then a smooth voice spoke.
“Hello, Baltimore. This is Lady Love, and tonight I want to talk about sensual pleasures.”
“Oh my God,” Mitch sputtered as he nearly choked on his beer.
It was Kelsey.
Dear Reader,
Imagine the freedom of talking openly about your innermost thoughts and desires. Though you’re alone, in a studio, talking into a microphone, you know that out there, in the dark, thousands of people are listening to you. Fantasizing with you.
Writing the radio segments in Night Whispers was, for me, the most exciting part of this project. Like my heroine, Kelsey Logan, I really dug down deep and thought about seduction. Of course, I also considered how a man like Mitch Wymore would react, listening to Kelsey each night, knowing she lives right upstairs and is someone he’s sworn not to touch.
How long can any red-blooded man hold out when an audacious and sexy young woman decides she has to have him?
I hope you find Night Whispers a worthy addition to your romance library.
Sincerely,
Leslie Kelly
LESLIE KELLY
night whispers
For the Tuesday night group,
I couldn’t have done it without you.
And for Bruce.
Thanks for always being my pirate.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Prologue
“I WANT TO SEDUCE YOU.”
The five words were spoken softly, nearly whispered, yet Baltimore heard. Throughout the bustling city, people paused, falling under the spell of the sultry declaration that seemed to echo in the hot September night. Patrons in a Harbor Place bar hushed one another. Riders aboard a city bus craned forward to hear from the driver’s tinny speakers. Lights were flicked off in apartments around town as residents sat back in the candlelight to listen to her voice.
“Seduction. Even the word sounds erotic, doesn’t it? It rolls off the tongue and instantly floods the brain with the images that most excite us. Gentlemen, what would it take to seduce you? Is it soft, white lingerie, so pure and innocent it’s utterly sinful? Is it the flash of a woman’s eyes that says yes, even before you’ve asked the question?”
It was ten o’clock and tonight, as it had been for the past two months, Baltimore was at the feet of a mystery woman calling herself “Lady Love.” Near Charles Street a cabdriver flicked off his “available” light, slid his car behind a closed shopping center and settled in his seat to listen. A woman in a downtown row house lay in her bubble-filled tub, letting Lady Love take her away. Couples married twenty-five years turned off their televisions and looked at each other, feeling the spark her words always ignited.
“Maybe it’s a touch. If she runs the tip of her finger across your bottom lip, will you be able to think of anything except how much you want to kiss her? If she feeds you succulent fruit, letting you lick its juice from her hand, will you want to taste more? When she so carefully allows her short skirt to ride dangerously