Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Sexual Deceptions 3 by Rayne Forrest and Brenda Williamson
Sexual Deceptions 3 by Brenda Williamson & Rayne Forrest
Two futuristic romances in one volume now available at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
Tempting Her Heart by Brenda Williamson
Money Back Guarantee by Rayne Forrest
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TEMPTING HER HEART by Brenda Williamson
When Marigold’s father dies, leaving her penniless, she believes marriage to a wealthy man would correct her situation. Only the fellow she chooses has a poor, yet extremely attractive cousin, and he distracts her at every turn with his unique charm and searing passion.
Felix doesn’t like the con his cousin is pulling on Marigold, except when he figures out she’s playing the same game, he sees nothing wrong in pursuing her for fun, until he seriously falls for her.
When the deceptions unravel, Marigold has to decide between a dream and the wealth of love Felix offers.
MONEY BACK GUARANTEE by Rayne Forrest
Slade Martin is under attack. An electronic thief absconded with all his liquid personal wealth. The obvious culprit isn’t the guilty party, and Slade gets help to find the real perpetrator from a surprise source – Iris D’Vance.
Iris D’Vance is determined not to repeat her mistakes with men – until she meets Slade Martin, and decides all bets are off. Slade needs her help, and offers her a money back guarantee she can’t turn down.
Slade and Iris join forces to unravel the plot to ruin Slade, and discover sometimes a money back guarantee is better paid off in trade.
EXCERPT - MONEY BACK GUARANTEE
“Iris. What a pleasure to run into you again. How was the movie?”
“Slade.” She licked her rosy pink lips with her moist tongue. Slade stared, forgetting to breathe. Thankfully, she kept talking and he managed to keep from dissolving into a puddle at her feet. “How nice to see you again. I didn’t know you were a movie devotee.”
Slade smiled down at her. “That’s movie ‘buff’, Iris.”
“Of course. Sorry. I don’t do well with slang.”
“I don’t always, either. Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee? Or a nightcap? Your choice.”
Iris looked him up and down, a curious glint in her honey-hazel eyes. “I’d love to.” She pointed at the limo. “That’s my car.”
“I’m glad. You shouldn’t be walking about the city alone, you know.”
“Oh, Mr. Martin. If I were you, I wouldn’t presume to tell me what to do.”
The light, teasing way she said it didn’t belie the seriousness with which her warning was delivered. Slade heard the message loud and clear. They’d reached the limo and he opened the door for her, taking her hand to balance her as she climbed in.
A shock akin to electricity shot up his arm. Her scent, all fresh strawberry and vanilla, from her soap or maybe shampoo, embedded in his brain as she brushed against him. No cloying perfumes for Iris, just natural woman.
Slade was in trouble, the kind that he didn’t have time for right now, and he knew it. He hopped in after her and slammed the door shut.
“Can your chauffeur hear us?”
Her chin lifted. “If I want him to, yes. Should I want him to, Mr. Martin?”
Slade shook his head. “No. I’m glad we can speak freely.”
He groaned inwardly as Iris pursed her pouty lips. The woman was just too sexy. He had to get a grip on his libido, and the situation. There were more pressing issues to discuss than stealing a kiss.
“Slade, perhaps you should just blurt out what you think it is I’m going to do to you and your precious foundation.”
“Oh, so now it’s ‘Slade’ again, is it?”
Iris sighed and ran her fingers through her shoulder-length, brown tresses. The silver ring sparkled on her finger. She leaned back in the corner of the seat and glared at him.
“Here it is, Slade. I’m not sure how I came to be invited to sit on your board. If you didn’t want me there, why ask me?”
Slade appreciated her gloves-off approach, and adopted it in the hopes she would feel likewise.
“Farnsmore recommended you, and the other board members agreed.”
She met his gaze without flinching. “All but you?”
His Iris certainly was direct, and he admired that. “I agreed. I’m familiar with your charitable endeavors.” He leaned back on the leather seat and crossed his legs at the ankles in the roomy space between them before he continued.
“What puzzles me is your connection to Farnsmore.”
Iris shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I tried to tell you. I never met Reginald Farnsmore before today, but I’m going to make it my business to find out whatever I can about him. Are you curious as to why, Mr. Martin?”
“Sure. Enlighten me.”
Her eyebrow rose at his brazen challenge. “He makes the hair on my arms stand on end.”
Slade watched her without comment. She stared back, unblinking. Iris D’Vance was cold as ice and he planned to be the one to heat her up.
“I bet if I tried to kiss you, you’d rip my lips off my face, wouldn’t you, Iris?”
SEXUAL DECEPTIONS 3
SEXUAL DECEPTIONS 2
To Bed a Spy and Undercover Lovers
SEXUAL DECEPTIONS 1
Mischief at Midnight and Slave of Saharic