Art & Seduction












ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-326-1
Page Count: 52
Word Count: 11274
Rating: Mature


The moment playboy Daniel Shaw walked into the gallery, Eliza Kendrick knew she had a problem. All that wavy, dark hair, his crystal-blue eyes, and a sexy sideways smile threatens her control. But she didn't want a player. She wanted a future. So what if she'd had one lapse.  The "elevator incident" shouldn't count.  Even if it did, it was only one time...

Daniel’s reputation preceded him, but it wasn't that bad. Was it? Even so, it was time to settle down, and he knew who he wanted by his side. He simply needed to convince Eliza. Of course, words can get in the way. They can even get you in trouble. Sometimes it's best just to let passion speak for you.

Rated

Rosette (52 pages/11274 words)

Digital ISBN: 978-1-62830-326-1

Excerpt:

Daniel stood in the entry, drenched. His white T-shirt clung to him, revealing sculpted shoulders and biceps. His hair, too heavy with moisture to hold its waves, fell forward across one eye, but the other sparkled at her. His jeans were darkened by the storm as were his blue sneakers. In his arms he held a rectangular parcel wrapped in a garbage bag. He cradled it protectively, but smiled his sideways grin. “Hi. Good thing I thought to bring my canoe.”

She opened her mouth, closed it, licked her lips, and flushed at the inadvertent gesture. Trying again, her vocal chords cracked. “What are you doing here?”

His smile faltered, attempted to recover but fell from his face despite its valiant struggle. “I was hoping we could talk.”

“Talk.” Eliza repeated the word but without expectation. She didn’t move from the entry. She couldn’t. The sultry air from the storm rushed forward, wrapping around her in a makeshift sauna.

Daniel waited for more of a response, frustration edging his features. “Look, I know why you’re upset, and I can’t say I blame you. After all, you have no reason to think otherwise.”

“And why would I be upset?” Her tone remained hollow, but her insides were twisting upon themselves, vacillating between distrust and carnal hunger. The battle made her nauseas and a little lightheaded.

“Can I come in?” Daniel didn’t assume and waited.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“How about this? You hear me out from a safe distance and then decide if you want to send me back out into the storm.” His smile returned, but in miniature. “I hear they’re predicting flash floods.”

Not fair. Even through her inward complaints, she knew she wouldn’t send him away. Even worse: he knew.




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