CAPTIVATING BARBARA (Seduced by Mr. Right, Book #2)

Barbara Ryan is a woman of unwavering independence who longs for a soulmate to fulfill her dream of a traditional family. The last man she expected it to be was the commanding, overbearing detective who keeps meddling in her life, stirring her body and emotions in unexpected ways.

Detective Adam Sinclair sees beyond the irresistible woman’s tough exterior. He recognizes her true nature: sensuality, goodness, and vulnerability. After three years of holding back, Adam is determined to break through Barbara’s barriers to claim her heart, body, and soul.

When Barbara trusts the wrong man, Adam must intervene and persuade her that relying on others doesn’t make her weak, but rather a blessing to be embraced.

EXCERPT

Barbara Ryan, a successful business owner who liked being in charge of her own life, nuzzled the warm, sexy neck of the man who’d become her favorite antagonist, Detective Adam Sinclair. The groom’s sexy partner was the bossiest man she’d ever met, and too damn attractive. He made her body sizzle every time he focused his attention on her, which seemed more often since the night of their friends’ engagement. For the three years she’d known him, he’d driven her crazy with his arrogant authoritarianism. Still at this moment, she wanted nothing more than to surrender to him her most guarded possession—her virginity.

~ COMING SOON ~

EMBRACING NICKI (Seduced by Mr. Right, Book #3)

Court clerk Nicki Hamilton is a loyal and faithful friend. But she carries trust issues, having been victimized as a teenager. If she is to gain her dream of finding true love, Nicki will need to step out of her comfort zone and take a chance on the one good man willing to discover what lies beneath the veil.

Attorney and former pro footballer Trent Brannigan is intrigued by the first woman to resist his charm. When he discovers a sensual woman behind the protective wall, he longs to break through her resistance to prove that a relationship with an honorable man is worth exposing her vulnerability.

The resurgence of the monster determined to finish what he started with Nicki, the office psychopath, who will stop at nothing to have Trent, and an unexpected complication between them will challenge the dream of joining their friends in a genuine and everlasting love.

EXCERPT

“I want to get to know you better. We’re neighbors and work in the same field. And we’re both single heterosexuals. I’m attracted to you.”

She couldn’t believe he said all that out loud. “Why?”

“Enough with the questions. Why? Because you’re beautiful, you’re bright, you’re sweet. And, if I could risk adding, you’re as sexy as hell. That’s why.”

A SPARK OF ROMANCE

Brandy Harding, a thirty-eight-year-old mother with a propensity to put herself at risk for her love of animals, finds herself with a severe case of empty nest. What does she do? She decides it’s the perfect time to dump her discontent with their twenty-year marriage on her unsuspecting hero husband.

Lucas Harding, a forty-two-year-old fire inspector with a protective streak a mile long, suddenly faces the loss of daily control over his last remaining princess, and now he learns his beautiful wife is dissatisfied with the future of their marriage.

In the prime of their lives, and no longer responsible for the daily needs of their three children, Lucas embarks on an endeavor to bring back the spark of sexual adventure they once shared. The two insatiable lovers discover that the end of one phase only opens the door to the beginning of another, equally rewarding and limited only by the boundaries of their imagination.

A SOUL’S DESIRE

Hailey Madison wants her bodyguard, and she’s not letting anything get in her way—not her father and not Logan’s job or the enemy stalking him—now that she’s got him all to herself on the high seas. The unexpected appearance of a jealous ghost is a minor glitch in her carefully planned seduction.

Logan DeAngelo knows his boss’s daughter is off limits. Despite his good intentions, guarding her body keeps him within firing range of her seductive determination. The Caribbean sunshine is nothing compared to the heat between them, and Logan’s running out of reasons not to get seared. He can protect her from the ghost and her dad, but protecting her from his stalker could mean choosing between keeping her and keeping her alive.

Five days to melt the ice from Logan’s heart, but is she woman enough to ignite the fire…

EXCERPT

"Hasn’t anyone warned you against traipsing all over the place, rescuing animals, and getting yourself hurt?”

A thrill shot through her heart at his lighthearted demeanor. Maybe he was no longer mad at her. “Well, my husband has mentioned it a time or two.” She batted her eyelashes in playful innocence.

Laughter rumbled through his chest. “I guess you’re the type of woman who ignores her man’s wishes. I gather you have a mind of your own.”

She fidgeted, but he held tight.

“That’s not completely true, but I don’t let him tell me what to do.” A hint of stubborn pride surfaced. Was he attempting to add spark by pretending he wasn’t her husband? This was something they did often when they were younger. A thrill shot through her heart. Had something she said this morning triggered this response? It was confusing, but she’d play along.

He looked down at her face, his brow raised. “Is that right? You don’t like being led by your husband?”

Heat washed over her face and neck. “Well, I don’t like him thinking for me. I have my brain for a reason.”

“Is that right?” He frowned. “He sounds like an asshole.”

She squirmed as he took the wooden steps up to the porch. He gently dropped her on the swing and leaned against the rail in front of her, crossing his ankles and folding his arms over his chest.

She shook her head. “No, he isn’t an asshole. Just a bit bossy.”

“If you were mine, I’d take you over my knee for pulling a stunt like that.” He pointed next door.

Brandy drew a quick breath. He continued the game with her. Intrigued, she gave him a teasing smile while playing along. “What’s your name, Inspector?”

He moaned, but grinned. “I’m Lucas. What’s your name?”

“Brandy?”

He bent and brushed a tendril of wayward hair away from her face. “No doubt named for those big, beautiful caramel-colored eyes.”

She raised her shoulders. “I don’t know. Probably for the booze my dad liked to drink.”

He frowned before turning to sit beside her on the padded swing. His hand moved over her thigh, avoiding her scraped knee. “Are you going to invite me in?”

She looked into the mysterious depths of his sea-blue eyes. “Do you want me to?”

His eyebrow arched. “Yeah, I do.”

Brandy bounced up off the swing—sore ankle all but forgotten—grabbed his hand and pulled him across the porch and through the back door, wasting no time on second thoughts.

EXCERPT

Hailey Madison gripped the edge of the limo’s plush leather seat, wrestling with the urge to give a fist pump. The object of her obsession could not conceal his interest, no matter how much he feigned otherwise. The prominent bulge in his tailored slacks was all the motivation Hailey needed to continue her campaign to seduce Logan DeAngelo.

”Who wants champagne?” Hailey reached over and opened the side compartment, letting her short skirt ride high on her toned thighs. Not an ounce of guilt nibbled at Hailey’s conscience over using her feminine wiles to entice Logan. She’d been dropping subtle hints for months with no effect. The man was a rock, taking himself—and his job—way too seriously.

It was time to pull out all the stops. If she failed at gaining Logan’s interest in the next five days—when he had nothing to focus on but her—well then, it was probably time to give up and accept that he was just not that into her. She’d never been a quitter. Defeat was an option she was unwilling to accept without at least giving it her best effort.

She pulled out a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon and leaned forward to hand the frosted bottle to Logan, who sat facing Hailey and her best friend, Tiffany Vargas. Paper-thin glasses clinked as she slipped the long-stemmed crystal from their velvety slots."

“I do,” Tiffany answered with enthusiasm, taking one of the three flutes and holding it out to be filled.

A sizzling charge of energy pervaded the passenger compartment of the luxury car. Hailey was excited for her friend as well. They’d told neither her father nor Logan that Tiffany’s boyfriend, Mario, was joining them on this much-anticipated voyage. Hailey planned to spend alone time with the man whom—to her displeasure—had thus far circumvented every one of her advances. And Tiffany would get to spend quality time with Mario. Once they set sail, Logan was all hers. She licked her lips and tempered the anticipation pumping through her veins.

Hailey snorted as Logan’s jaw twitched, grinding his back teeth as he frowned at her. Familiar with the telltale signs of his irritation, she enjoyed nothing more than pushing his buttons. She’d do anything to gain his attention, good or bad, and it didn’t matter which. With any luck, before this trip was over, Hailey would have this man right where she wanted him, on top of her, providing lots of screaming orgasms.

Logan shook his head with a hint of indulgence as he peeled the foil back and popped the cork. “I told your father this was a bad idea.”

“Oh, don’t be such a fuddy-duddy.” Hailey held out the remaining two glasses. “Loosen up.” She wanted Logan to shed his humorless disposition. It was time he let his hair down, which would be difficult with that military cut. She wanted him to unwind that tight control, hoping he would dismantle the barrier he’d carefully constructed between them.

He filled each of the three narrow champagne flutes. “I probably should refrain.” Contrary to his assertion, he took a glass from her and tapped the delicate rim against each of theirs before swallowing a good portion of the bubbly liquid. “Something tells me I’m going to need a clear head these next five days.”

“Well, I think you should relax and enjoy yourself.” Hailey sat back and crossed her legs, swinging her bare foot. She’d removed her platform sandals for the hour-long ride.

Logan’s gaze dropped to exactly where Hailey wanted, but only momentarily before he looked her in the eyes. His nostrils flared. He lifted his index finger from his glass and pointed at her. “You’re a naughty girl.”

“Why, I assure you. I don’t know what you mean.” Hailey added a dramatic southern drawl to her assertion. Yes, this campaign was moving along nicely; she mentally patted herself on the back, and they hadn’t even left dry land.

This time, he snorted. “Regardless, you need to stop, little girl.” His brow creased in an exaggerated frown. “I’m an employee. I don’t think your father would approve of you toying with me.”

“But my dear man, playing with you is my greatest entertainment.” She didn’t like him identifying himself as hired help. Technically, he was an employee of her father’s company, but so was she. This wasn’t the first time Logan implied he was less than worthy of her adoration. Had someone caused him to believe he was lacking? Anger heated her soul. If only he could see how much everyone respected him, both on the job and off.

“Recreation is overrated. Some forms of amusement are harmful. Better to use caution when picking your toys,” Logan said.

Her heart somersaulted inside her chest at his warning. She enjoyed the challenge. He’d issued her an irresistible one, whether that was his intent.

He didn’t realize she knew how much he’d done for his family. Logan was private and downright closed-lipped. She sighed. His mother called the office once while he was on an errand for her father. Hailey spoke with the woman who’d informed her that Logan had strained his back while cleaning her garage and painting the trim on her house the prior weekend. They had a lengthy conversation about all the things Logan had done for her and his sisters since his father's death. Hailey was attracted to him from the start, but that moment of humanity sealed her affection toward him.