A SEAL's Temptation

Subject: Navy SEAL Shane “Scavenger” O’Brian

Mission: Seduce and satisfy Lark Sommers!

Lark Sommers’s dry spell is officially a sex-starved desert. Since taking over her mom’s quirky coffee shop in Nowhere, Idaho—putting her own career on permanent hold—Lark’s been, well, miserable. But her friends have a plan...one that starts with a superhot guy with a rockin’ hard bod.

US Navy SEAL Shane O’Brian has no clue he’s being set up. All he knows is that Lark does incredible things to his libido. Still, Shane can’t quite bring himself to tell her what he does for a living. After all, their risqué business is temporary—no strings, no falling in love. Especially when there’s no way this SEAL would ever be tempted into anything more than a sexy little fling...

She’d been right. He was gorgeous...

Oh, that mouth. Those lips. Mmm.

Lark didn’t know if it was all the talk of sex today, or if Shane was simply the most desirable man she’d ever seen in her life.

Oh, yeah, she suspected he was even better naked. Long, lean and luscious, he’d know what to do with his body. Better yet, he’d know what to do with hers. She’d bet he could do things she’d only read about in those sexy romance novels.

It wasn’t against the rules to look, and he looked even better up close.

Her heart beat a little faster, her breath shaky as she offered him her best smile. “You’ll have to try our sugar cookies. Everyone loves them. They’re soft and sweet, but everyone says they get a guy hard—”

Holey moley. The heat that’d been stirring in her belly climbed its way up to coat her cheeks.

She’d just offered the sexiest man she’d ever met a copulation cookie...

Dear Reader,

One of the things I love about September is the change it brings. To the weather, to our clothing choices and most of all to my footwear. Out with the sandals, in with the boots. Yay. So I had change on my mind as I wrote A SEAL’s Temptation. Not only was it fun to contrast the difference between the states of Idaho and California, but it was also fun to play with what Lark and Shane think they want and what their actual wishes change into.

Even more fun, for me, was exploring the world of pottery and ceramics through Lark. It’s an art I’ve always admired and, well, lusted after, to be honest. For fun, I’ll share a few of my favorite pieces of pottery I’ve gotten over the years on my blog this September. I hope you’ll stop by and check them out, as well as the fun contests and sexy hunks I’ll be featuring.

Wishing you a wonderful autumn, and if any changes come your way, I hope you embrace them as Lark and Shane did. Visit me at tawnyweber.com or find me on Facebook at TawnyWeber.RomanceAuthor.

Happy reading,

Tawny Weber

A SEAL’s Temptation

Tawny Weber

www.millsandboon.co.uk

A New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of over thirty books, TAWNY WEBER has been writing sassy, sexy romances since her first Harlequin Blaze book was published in 2007. A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes and color coordination, she spends a lot of her time shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking and hanging out on Facebook.

Readers can check out Tawny’s books at her website, tawnyweber.com, or join her Red Hot Readers Club for goodies such as free reads, complete first-chapter excerpts, recipes, insider story info and much more. Look for her on Facebook at facebook.com/TawnyWeber.RomanceAuthor and follow her on Twitter @TawnyWeber.

With heartfelt thanks to Pat Jones for her brilliant gift with ceramics and pottery. I so appreciated all of the insights you shared, and, of course, all of the lovely pieces gracing my home. I love you.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Prologue

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Extract

Copyright

Prologue

Last Month

“HEY, LARK. WE need two double-whipped, triple-caramel mocha lattes.”

“And one of those passionflower tarts.” The woman leaned so close she was bent over the counter, then said in a faux whisper, “You know, the ones Heather makes. She told me the ingredients in one of those is enough to make a girl irresistible to any man.”

“Heather said what?” Lark Sommers stopped in the act of ringing up their order to stare.

“You know, that the baked goods here are aphrodisiacs,” Cassia said with a wide grin.

“Hey,” Sara O’Brian whispered at the same time, smacking her cousin on the shoulder. “I thought you said that was a secret.”

“Right, like Lark doesn’t know that Heather’s making her aphrodisiacs for the coffeehouse,” Cassia said, rolling her eyes.

Lark frowned at two of her favorite customers turned good friends, then blinked. First at the curvaceous redhead, then at the kewpie doll blonde. The cousins looked nothing alike. Cassia was as sassy as Sara was sweet. And both were usually pretty perceptive.

Sure, Heather baked for the coffeehouse. Lark’s aunt also baked for the market, for the high school and for three local restaurants. She provided everything from cupcakes to croissants to half the town. So why would Cassia think the tarts were a turn-on?