Sultry Pleasure
An attraction like no other… A hot Miami night. A glittering gala. And a gorgeous billionaire who wants to spirit her away. This might be a fantasy for most women, but not Diana Hobbes. She's at the charity event representing the nonprofit adoption agency she's poured her heart and soul into. And despite the hot body, easy charm and luxury ride of playboy Marcus Stanfield, Diana has nothing in common with him.Marcus is unaccustomed to having women refuse him. So he's surprised by Diana's brush-off–and intrigued. Angelically kind and devilishly sexy, Diana is worth more than a little effort…so an epic seduction campaign begins. Lavish evenings, small touches and grand gestures all say "I want you." The desire is mutual, the tension maddening. But which will Diana ultimately choose: holding back…or giving in?
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An attraction like no otherâ¦
A hot Miami night. A glittering gala. And a gorgeous billionaire who wants to spirit her away. This might be a fantasy for most women, but not Diana Hobbes. Sheâs at the charity event representing the nonprofit adoption agency sheâs poured her heart and soul into. And despite the hot body, easy charm and luxury ride of playboy Marcus Stanfield, Diana has nothing in common with him.
Marcus is unaccustomed to having women refuse him. So heâs surprised by Dianaâs brush-offâand intrigued. Angelically kind and devilishly sexy, Diana is worth more than a little effortâ¦so an epic seduction campaign begins. Lavish evenings, small touches and grand gestures all say âI want you.â The desire is mutual, the tension maddening. But which will Diana ultimately choose: holding backâ¦or giving in?
âYou are beautiful,â he murmured.
And God help her, she believed him.
She slipped her arms around his neck and moved closer, a little horrified that she was so susceptible to flattery. But it felt good that this handsome man thought she was beautiful and wanted to spend time with her. She was enjoying his company. When the song ended, they kept dancing by silent agreement, moving even more slowly as the singers took on a Sade song, âLoverâs Rock.â
Their hips swayed together. Flutters of arousal moved through Dianaâs belly, made her skin tingle wherever it touched his. She knew she should be worried, that she should move away from him and regain control of herself, but it felt too good. His touch. The music. The desire winding around them like a silken ribbon.
The song ended, and Marcus slid his hands around her waist, pressed his mouth to her forehead.
âI want to kiss you,â he murmured.
She trembled at the urgency in his voice. Her hands tightened for a moment on his shoulders. Her body was hot with the need for that kiss. âNot here,â she said, not knowing how she would react to his touch in front of all those people.
He pulled back, took her hand and drew her through the thin crowd of dancers. Down a quiet, wood-paneled hallway. The smell of cigars, wood smoke. Emptiness. He pressed her against the wall, hips against hers, hands planted on either side of her head. His mouth swooped down, lightly touching hers and asking permission.
LINDSAY EVANS
is a traveler, lover of food and avid café loafer. Sheâs been reading romances since she was a very young girl and feels touched by a certain amount of surreal magic in that she now gets to write her own love stories. Pleasure Under the Sun was her debut book with Harlequin Kimani Romance.
With one selfish and unforgivable act, Dianaâs father stole her childhood, leaving her broken, yet stronger than ever before. After his betrayal, she built a life for herself from the ground up without anyoneâs help.
When an irresistible millionaire with laughing eyes and unexpected connections to her previous tragedy walks into her life, Diana must fight to separate her past pain from the very present possibilities of pleasure and love.
The sexy millionaire is a master of seduction. But she has always been the mistress of saying âno.â Join me, dear reader, to find out who will win this sensual battle of wills.
Lindsay Evans
For Dorothy Lindsay and Cherie Evans Lyon. Your encouragement and love lifts me up, always.
Many thanks to Kimberly Kaye Terry for her invaluable help on this journey of mine. Also to Khaulah Naima Nuruddin, Sheree L. Greer, Angela Gabriel, Brook Blander and Keturah Israelâmy friends and supporters. The butterflies in my garden.
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Marcus Stanfield walked into the party already looking for the exits. On a Saturday night in Miami, heâd much rather be on his boat or partying with friends than bleeding away the night at a charity ball he had no real interest in attending. The music was calm and laid-back, acceptable jazz that blended into the background while Miami business professionals and philanthropists wove through the crowd in their formal-dinner wearâblack tie and tails, cocktail dresses, diamonds dripping from necks and wrists.
He shifted his shoulders under his unbuttoned black blazer and reached out to take a glass of what he hoped was scotch from one of the passing waiters. He sipped the drink and winced. It was scotch but too cheap for his taste. Maybe he wouldnât even last until the awards were announced.
Marcus left the drink on a nearby table and looked around the room, hoping to find Reynaldo March, one of the men being honored at the nightâs charity banquet and a VP at his company, Sucram Holdings. As Marcus glanced over the crowd in search of the gray-haired VP, he heard the sound of a womanâs laughter, husky and low, nearby.
