I have a release date for my new sexy contemporary romance from the Ellora’s Cave Blush Line, Perfect Persuasion…July 5th! This one’s been in the pipeline for a little while, so I’m happy to finally have the opportunity to share it with you. For those of you who like series, this is the sequel to Reprieve, my first contemporary romance from Blush, which you can find here or anywhere else you’d prefer. But don’t worry. Perfect Persuasion is also a stand-alone read. To celebrate its upcoming release, I’m planning some giveaways and fun, so stay tuned.
Here’s an excerpt from my sexy contemporary romance Perfect Persuasion in the mean time:
“Logan,” she managed, amazed to see him standing before her. “What are you doing here?”
He flashed her a mocking smile. “Do you always greet your guests so warmly, or do you just reserve it for me?”
“I think it’s just you.”
The mocking smile faded from his lips. “Invite me in.”
So arrogant, she thought, so typical Logan Monroe. He would never dream of asking her to invite him inside. He ordered it.
“What if I don’t want to invite you in?” she challenged him, recalling all too well that fateful evening when he’d demanded she invite him into her hotel room in New York. Look at what that had resulted in. Images flashed through her mind, of Logan looking down at her with those stormy brown eyes, of naked skin and cool white sheets and hot, steamy sex.
Logan braced a big hand on the doorframe and leaned forward, his face alarmingly close to hers. “You’re being childish. Just let me in.”
She couldn’t resist leaning into him so that her lips nearly brushed his. Claire knew she played with fire, baiting him like this. They were no longer in the safe confines of the office and the sexual tension simmering between them was palpable. There was also nothing to inhibit it.
“And if I don’t let you in, what will you do? Break the door down like you’re the big bad wolf?” He certainly looked the part with the way he was eying her just now. As if he was starving for supper and she was it.
“I can if you want.”
Though his words sent heat snaking low into her belly, she took a step back, gripping the forgotten yogurt container so tightly it cracked. “Go away.” She glared at him. “You have my notice. What more do you need?”
Logan crowded her with his big body until she took several more steps in retreat and he strode into the house, arrogant as ever. She noticed that he hadn’t changed from his work clothes and she wondered if he’d even stopped at home before coming here to see her. Not that it would matter, of course. She still couldn’t stand him, even if she did have an unfortunate, explosive sexual attraction for the man.
“I hope you’re hungry,” he said, his tone curt.
Her traitorous stomach growled on cue.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“We’re not going to dinner.” She hoped her voice sounded firm. Firmer than she felt, anyway. When Logan Monroe turned on the charm, she found it very difficult to resist him.
Logan raised a black brow at her. “Presumptuous of you to assume I’d ask.”
“Not when you were going to.”
“I knew you’d say no.”
“I wouldn’t have,” Claire denied, so caught up in the flow of their verbal exchange that she didn’t realize she’d been duped until she saw the smug grin on his face.
He sauntered toward her, pausing only when he was uncomfortably close. “In that case, I guess I’ll ask you. Will you go to dinner with me?”
“Logan.” She tried to convey annoyance in her tone, truly she did.
“I promise to be on my best behavior,” he coaxed. “It’ll be all business.”
“You won’t change my mind about leaving LM,” she felt compelled to warn. Allowing him to schmooze her into dinner was one thing. Staying on at LM and admitting he was the father of her child was in another spectrum entirely. Claire had absolutely no choice in the matter if she wanted to maintain control over her child’s life and her own. No choice at all.
“I can be a very persuasive man,” he told her, obviously confident that he would get his way just as he did in every other aspect of his life. “Why don’t you go find some more comfortable shoes? Those heels you wore today are sexy as hell, but they have to be murder on your feet.”
Claire didn’t know what to say, so she nodded and told him she’d be right back as she headed upstairs to the guest bedroom she now occupied. Logan had noticed her shoes? And, he was concerned about her comfort? He really must be laying it on thick to win her over, she decided as she rummaged through the closet for some sensible shoes. She found a pair of strappy black sandals. When she’d moved into Sophie’s house, she’d brought only a small portion of her wardrobe and no furniture whatsoever. Her life had imploded in the divorce, or so it had seemed at the time, and her sister had been the one person in the world who held her together.
Logan was waiting for her at the front door, looking every inch the polite gentleman. He smiled when he saw her, his gaze lowering to her feet. “Red toenails and a toe ring. You surprise me.”
Claire stopped and glanced down at the diamond toe ring she wore on her left foot. She thought it cute and flirty.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing.” He rocked back on his heels. “You just seem like a French manicure kind of woman, that’s all. And I’ve always thought toe rings are a little kinky.”
Claire’s mouth dropped open. “Kinky? It’s just jewelry.”
Logan cocked his head to the side, his gaze unnervingly intense. “Is there something you want to tell me, Claire?”
She realized he was teasing her, as impossible as that seemed. Claire grabbed her purse and keys from the side table. “You wish, Monroe. Now are we going to dinner or not? I’m starved.”
He pulled open the door and gestured for her to precede him. His eyes dropped to her mouth. “Not as hungry as I am.”