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      To Samantha Hunter, Karen Foley and

      Lisa Renee Jones.

      Ladies, this was a pleasure!

       Prologue

      SURROUNDED BY the makings of a million fantasies, Josie propped her chin on her fist and stared out the plate-glass window at her very own daydream—a hottie in a brown uniform, his name was Tom and he delivered thrills by the truckload. Of course, the thrills were actually costumes, and he didn’t realize he was the star of all of her hottest dreams.

      And at this rate, he never would.

      “Another delivery for Dressed to Thrill,” Tom said as he wheeled a loaded hand truck into the shop. “Hiya, Josie.”

      “Tom,” she said softly, silently cursing her shyness. He was even cuter close-up. Wavy brown hair, bright-blue eyes and shoulders to die for. She always regretted September, since it meant he switched from shorts to long pants and covered those sexy legs.

      Josie cast around for something clever to say, some conversation starter. But as always when she was around him, her mind went blank.

      “How’s business?” he asked as he stacked the boxes by the counter then handed her the electronic board to sign.

      “Giving thrills is always good business,” she responded automatically. His brown eyes widened. Josie realized what she said and blushed. Good thing her hands were full with the board and pen or she’d have slapped them over her mouth.

      Then he grinned. “That’s the store’s tagline, isn’t it? I’ve seen it on the labels. It must fit. This is definitely the place to go to make fantasies come true, huh?”

      Conversation. Wow. Don’t drop the ball now, she warned herself. Josie gave a hesitant smile back and nodded so fast, her blond bangs flew in her eyes. “Definitely. I’ll show you.”

      Glad to finally have his interest as well as an excuse to keep him here a little longer, she grabbed a box opener and cut through the tape on the top carton.

      “We get a lot of requests,” she explained. “People want to live out their wildest desires, you know?”

      She’d spent the past two months wondering what his desires were. Maybe now she’d find out?

      Flipping back the tissue paper, she grabbed the first costume and pulled it out without looking. Her eyes were locked with Tom’s, her mind giddy at finally having his attention.

      “Can’t you see how sexy this could be?” she asked. “Is it the kind of thing you might fantasize about?”

      At the same time, they both glanced at the costume in her hands. A bunny rabbit. White, fluffy, sexless.

      Josie’s cheeks burned. She gripped the costume so tightly, she’d probably find fur under her fingernails.

      Tom laughed and shook his head. “I don’t know, Josie. I think bunnies have to be wearing bow ties to be considered sexy.” With that and a friendly wave, he left. Just like that.

      Josie managed to wait until the door closed before she groaned. As usual, she couldn’t even manage a simple flirtation with the guy.

      Of course, head-to-toe white fur didn’t help matters.

      “Definitely not fantasy material.” She sighed and shook out the bunny costume before sliding it onto a hanger. “At least it wasn’t a Smurf costume.”

      The next box of new costumes was better. A revealing slave-girl outfit, like something Princess Leia would have worn. A gorgeous cabaret getup. And, Josie sighed, a new Marilyn Monroe costume. All very sexy.

      Unlike forest creatures and space aliens. She rolled her eyes. She’d blown it. What a dork, trying to flirt like that. She should have known better. She could no more flirt than she could just ask Tom out. Just imagining how bad she’d mess that up, her cheeks burned again in humiliation. But maybe she could drop a couple of hints next time he was in?

      Contemplating different hints she could give without sounding stupid, Josie started to package costumes.

      She glanced at the stack of Internet orders that needed to be shipped. A dominatrix for New York. A Betty Boop for Idaho. Sexy pirate in Pittsburgh. Gathering outfits for the already labeled boxes, she hummed a little tune. She frowned as she pulled the dominatrix costume from the rack. Could she ever find the nerve to wear something like this?

      “Josie?”

      She spun around, one hand still holding the other on her chest to calm her pounding heart.

      “Tom?” She hoped he’d take her breathlessness as surprise instead of nerves. “What’s up? I thought you’d already left.”

      He gave her a sheepish, little-boy grin that melted her insides. “I forgot to deliver one package.”

      He held out a small box. But he was staring at the costume in her