âStop fighting what you feel.â
Ryan took a step closer. âYou know weâve been headed for this moment from the beginning.â
Sunny didnâtâcouldnâtâstop him as he covered her mouth with his own, slipping his tongue inside, caressing her inner warmth in rhythm to the pounding of her heart. Then his fingers moved to the tightly drawn sash at her waist, loosening it and letting her robe fall open. He reached in and touched her breast, skimming it lightly, starting a thousand fires just beneath the skin, fires that ran down every pulsing vein in her body and settled between her legs.
Ryan didnât try to hide his arousal as he pulled her hard against him. âI have to make love to you, Sunny. We both have to know if this is just a fantasy or if itâs real.â
Her knees trembled, her pulse raced. This was the moment of truth. Then, almost of their own volition, her fingers tugged down on his briefs. She looked at him and caught her breath.
âYou said your bed or mine,â she whispered. âLooks like itâs going to be mine.â
Dear Reader,
Joining the grand roster of Temptation authors is unbelievably exciting. And being asked to write the first book in the Sweet Talkinâ Guys miniseries was a particular thrill and a challenge. After all, itâs not easy creating a hero who personifies every womanâs secret fantasy.
I hope that this will be the beginning of a new and very personal relationship between you and me. So let me tempt you with my first to-die-for Temptation hero, Lord Sin. Heâs an enigmatic, internationally famous exotic dancer, whoâs determined to keep his true identity a secretâuntil he runs into a bright-eyed, idealistic young reporter whoâs determined to expose him to the world. Lies meet the truth, sunshine meets shadows and the unmasking begins.
I try to put a lot of humor, joy and love in all my stories. After all, I come from the land of moonlight and magnolias where true love, hot sex and happily ever afters are very real to me. When youâre finished reading Baring It All, take a cold shower, then let me know what you think. You can write to me at: P.O. Box 67, Smyrna, GA 30082.
Sincerely,
Sandra Chastain
For Ann White, who always asks, âWhatâs he/she feeling here?â
For the over one million readers whoâve read my stories.
Writing is the wellspring of my life from which I draw sustenance. You make that possible. I hope I entertain, satisfy and bring you joy.
RYAN MALONE SAW HER the minute she walked into The Palace Of Sin. She was all legs in an emerald-green gown that was split from the floor to a spot high on her hips that screamed of her lack of undergarment. Her hair was Pretty-Woman-red, falling in a wild mass of curls across her shoulders. He had a sudden mental picture of those red curls cascading across a white satin pillow. He didnât have to ask, he was already certain the color was natural. She was hot, ready to brand any man who dared to touch her.
A totally irrational jolt hit Ryan in the pit of his stomachâlike nothing heâd ever felt before. He knew now what âknees going weakâ meant. This kind of reaction was supposed to happen to the women in the audience, not to him. Wearing no jewelry, nothing to take a manâs eye away from the woman, she was spectacular. Still, an almost imperceptible slump of her shoulders said she might not be entirely comfortable.
Although heâd quit performing five years ago, this night would be the public ending of Lord Sinâs career as the most successful male stripper in history. And Ryan Malone, always in control, was suddenly awash in feelings he couldnât identify. Nostalgia? Intense desire brought on by emotion? He didnât know how to explain or control the turbulence of his physical reaction to the woman.
Normally, as Lord Sin, he would have passed on a woman like her and chosen a patron who was what he politely termed âlonely.â But nothing about tonight was normal, certainly not his physical reaction to the siren in green.
The redhead walked past one of the booths selling roses, paused and gave a puzzled look at the buyers. He frowned. Any other woman would have given the baskets of roses a smile or a glance of longing. But not this one. She took a deep breath and kept going, as if she were looking for someone.
But no one came forward to join her. Maybe she was alone. He liked that idea, then wondered why. A beautiful woman alone was a Ryan Malone thought and tonight he was Lord Sin. He also wondered how sheâd react to Sinâs performance. Would she focus her concentration on him? Or would she be as indifferent to his dancing as she was to the roses?
He considered that and felt his lips curl into a reckless smile. Indifferent? Not if he had anything to do with it. Tonight heâd change his routine. Tonight Lord Sin would give his best performance; heâd play to herâalone. By the time the curtain came down, sheâd leave The Palace Of Sin aching with desire. He certainly was.