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When I wrote Journey to the Pearl (Ellora's Cave) I was thinking about all the people I've known whomspent their lives searching for the perfectwhat? Perfect job? Perfect hme? Perfect mate? Perfect sex partner? They all, in one way or another, has lives most peopole would envy, b ut it was infected with insideous discontent. Trying to point out that they may be missing exactly what they were looking for because it was staring them in the face only brought an abrupt end to the discussion.

And so it was when I created Miranda Fox, workaholic now uinexpectedly very wealthy,. trying to enjoy life for the first time, and wondering if she would ever find perfection.

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Miranda Fox worked for ten years to build her technology company into a success, then sold it for more money than she could count. But during that time she put her personal life on hold, barely dating, ignoring her sexual urges. Unfortunately, Miranda keeps finding smooth talkers who talk her out of just about anything they can. A Chinese fortune cookie tells her “find the perfect pearl and you will find the perfect lover,” but her search leaves her angry, and frustrated. Her friend, B.J. McNamara, is any woman’s wet dream, but Miranda has somehow never seen him that way, until the afternoon they meet up in a bar and share a casual drink. Miranda feels a sexual pull with B.J. she never felt before. When they give into their erotic fantasies on his boat, she realizes here is a man concerned with her pleasure, and who teaches her what the perfect pearl really is.

“Your problem, my dear friend, is that now you have too much money to spend and too much time on your hands. After all those years of working nonstop now you’re part of the idle rich and maybe you’re too idle.”
“God, you make me sound like a nympho with too much money. Maybe I should find another hobby.”
“Maybe you should find out a little more about your boy toys before you take them home with you.” Leslie suggested.
Miranda sighed. “I do seem to keep finding the ones with smooth looks, big cocks and not much else. Well, I’m getting my favorite private detective after this one first thing in the morning. That pearl is unique enough that it shouldn’t be too hard to trace.” She shook her head in disgust. “I ought to have B.J. start investigating the men I meet before I date them instead of after they make off with the family silver.”
“At least you keep him entertained,” Leslie smiled.
B.J. McNamara had been recommended to her when she suspected someone was pirating a new piece of software just before she sold the company. He’d found the culprit in a very short period of time and she’d used him ever since then whenever she needed an investigator. He was smart, savvy and had all the right connections. And gorgeous to boot. Too bad he had a firm rule about playing house with clients. She’d park his shoes under her bed in a hot minute.
“I’m sure B.J. thinks I’m a dimwit,” Miranda sighed. “I won’t be doing anything to dispel that thought when I call him about my latest fiasco. I suppose this was a damn stupid idea to begin with.”
“There’s nothing wrong with looking for the perfect lover. God knows we’d all like to find him. But…”
“I know, I know. Go about it a little differently.”
They sat quietly while the waiter efficiently cleared their dishes. When the table was empty he discreetly placed a small plastic tray containing their bill and two fortune cookies between them. Miranda opened hers first. Her eyes widened as she read the message, then she burst into full-throated laughter.
“What?” Leslie reached for the slip of paper.
Miranda dangled it just out of reach. “You won’t believe it. Oh, this is just too rich. Leslie, did you bribe someone to give this to me?”
“If you don’t tell me what it says this minute I will reach across the table and smack you.”
Miranda held up the fortune in her small, slim hand with a flourish. “It says, ‘Find the perfect pearl and you will find the perfect lover.’ Can you believe it?”
Leslie grabbed the slip and read it for herself. “So I guess this means the search is still on?”
“How could it not be, after this?”