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“I’m not in the mood,” Pansy warned
Her back was pressed against the door, her arms crossed over her chest in a way that only served to accentuate full breasts. Everything about her—her high color, her sparkling green eyes—bespoke passion. “You look very much in the mood,” Rex murmured in correction. His fingers touched her lips.
“I’ve got a headache,” she assured him.
His eyes twinkled. “Ah. Good thing I’m here. I’m good with headaches.”
“Good at causing them,” she said breathlessly as his hand crept around the back of her neck and began kneading the skin.
They were amazing together. Driven by desire, Rex inched closer, and because he’d stiffened with arousal, the firm bulk curved against her mound. A soft panting moan filled his ears, and when he glanced down, he saw that her nipples were erect beneath her shirt.
“This—” Pansy’s eyes darted around the room, as if searching for a word “—affair we’re having…”
“Is wonderful,” he finished, his voice hushed with need as he feathered kisses against her cheek. He felt her knees weaken.
“Crazy,” she corrected, turning languid in his arms.
“No…” The words were out before he knew what he was saying. “I’m falling in love with you.”
Dear Reader,
I’m so excited to bring you #883 The Seducerd, the second book in my BIG APPLE BACHELORS miniseries!
The series, including #875 The Hotshot and the final book #891 The Protector, involves three sexy brothers who also happen to be New York City cops. When their mother wins the lottery, she strikes up a deal: if each brother marries within three months, she’ll split the winnings among them. While each book stands alone, much-loved characters are revisited in each story, and you’ll get to see their lives progressing.
This month, you’ll meet Rex Steele, an undercover master of disguise who has more on his mind than sex with a beautiful woman—or does he? When his father disappears, Rex travels to an island to find him…and then finds himself seducing a local woman in the dunes!
I know how much I’ve loved writing these books, so I do hope you’ll continue to enjoy the Steele brothers’ sensual adventures!
Very best,
Meet all of New York’s finest in the BIG APPLE BACHELORS miniseries!
Truman is The Hotshot
Rex is The Seducer
Sullivan is The Protector
The Seducer
Jule McBride
Contents
Prologue
TURN BACK! Pansy Hanley’s instincts silently commanded. “If you don’t quit following him, he’s going to turn around and catch you,” she chastised in a whisper. “And then you’re going to feel like an idiot.” Nevertheless, her eyes remained riveted on the strong, broad back of the dark-haired, dark-eyed stranger she’d been tailing along deserted Sand Road. He was moving in the shadows, his rolling gait slow, easy and oddly compelling. Everyone else on Seduction Island was still at the town meeting, and the souvenir shops and T-shirt kiosks were closed, the windows dark, the silhouettes of clouds overhead dancing mysteriously across the sidewalks.
“The guy’s just a tourist,” Pansy assured herself, but even as she spoke the words, she felt sure—maybe even hoped—they were a lie. Something—maybe the romance of the dark velvet night or the magic of the moon and stars—was convincing her that this stranger was the man of her dreams. Quite literally, since he was the spitting image of a dashing, irresistible pirate ghost who’d been sketched years ago by Pansy’s ancestor and who was said to haunt the nearby dunes.
Not that the man was really a ghost, of course. “The guy’s probably looking for someplace open so he can buy shells,” Pansy assured herself nervously, trying to ignore the night’s sensual, romantic aura. Far off, waves crested. Breakers crashed onto the beach, and the sea breeze blew strands of honey hair across her cheeks, bringing the taste of salt to her lips…a taste that could have been the stranger’s bare skin. Just as she sighed, sinking against the sun-warmed, concrete side of a building, she realized the stranger was starting to head toward the dunes.
Lit by the yellow glow of a three-quarter moon, the majestic sand of the drifts swept upward, casting long dark shadows. As the gorgeous man walked into them, his body seemingly dematerializing and fading into darkness, he appeared oblivious of the peaking bluffs just above his head. Pansy’s heart skipped a beat. Not so much because he was so tall, or so strong, with lanky, sinewy limbs and well-defined muscles, but because, with his flowing black hair and devastating eyes that had captured hers a few minutes before in the town meeting, he really was a dead ringer for Jacques O’Lannaise, the pirate who’d haunted Pansy’s dreams and inspired her fantasies for years, ever since she’d first heard his name. Jacques had been the lover of Pansy’s ancestor, Iris, and after Iris was tragically lost at sea, Jacques was said to have begun walking the dunes at night, searching for Iris as if he was hoping to find her and make wild love to her in the sand.
Pansy tried
