âNick, I canât do this.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause youâre not the kind of manââ
âNot the kind of man you should want? God, Sara, youâre dying for a man like me.â
âNickââ
âA man who canât wait to drive you absolutely wild in ways you canât even imagine. You want all those things as much as you want your next breath, Sara. And thatâs exactly what Iâm going to give you.â
Pulling her forward, he smothered her mouth in a kiss. He held her tightly, his kiss raw and hot and possessive; he made her mind go blank and her insides turn to mush.
So this is what itâs supposed to feel like.
Sara thought about the other kisses sheâd experienced over the years, those bland, boring, halfhearted attempts that had been cool and hesitant and had left her dying for more. Dying for this. And now she wondered what other wondrous things might be out there that sheâd been missing all her life.
She had a feeling this man knew every one of them.
Dear Reader,
The moment this story came to mind, I couldnât wait to write it. Nick Chandler is my favorite kind of bad boy, one whose good looks, abundance of charm and killer smile are so disarming that he can talk his way into any womanâs heart.
But what happens when the woman Nick wants is Sara Davenport, a psychologist who has written a book that teaches other women how to resist heartbreakers like him? And what happens when the expert on avoiding the bad boy falls for him herself?
The conflict between the good girl and the bad boy is always such fun to write. I hope you enjoy the story!
Visit my Web site at www.janesullivan.com for news of future releases, or write to me at [email protected]. Iâd love to hear from you!
Best wishes,
Jane Sullivan
Heâs a daredevil on a motorcycle, a rebel with his own cause, a careless heartbreaker or an intriguing man of mystery.
Heâs a handsome devil with a buff bod, or a tattooed badass spoiling for a fight. Heâs a seductive charmer who will bring out the best in you.
And the worst.
Heâs a self-absorbed loner, aloof and jealous and tantalizingly possessive, attracting you with enough charisma for ten men; at the same time, he holds you at armâs length.
Caught up in the thrill of the chase, you try to grasp his heart and soul, only to feel him slipping away like sand through your fingers.
And while you know you should resist, with just a crook of his finger and a devastating smile, off you go with him, your mind filled with delusions of taming this enigmatic man. And when he has you melting under his hypnotic gaze, falling so fast your head is spinning, thatâs when he leaves you like a shadow in the night, never to be seen againâ¦
SARA DAVENPORT knew every one of those men inside and out. She could quote their characteristics, chapter and verseâevery nuance of behavior, every game they played, every brand of falsehood that passed their lips. After all, sheâd written the book on bad boys.
Literally.
She took a sip of coffee, then sat back on the sofa in her office and spread her planner out in her lap. Next to her, Karen paged through her own planner, lining out their schedule for the coming week.
âIâve set up book signings for Wednesday and Thursday evening,â Karen told her. âTheyâre here in Boulder, so thereâs no travel involved.â She flipped to another page. âI arranged a phone interview for you with a regional magazine in Charleston. The reporter will e-mail you tomorrow to set up a time. And I booked you for a Friday evening Internet chat with a readerâs group in Spokane.â
Sara made a few notes. âWow. Youâre keeping me busy.â
Karen smiled. âBusy is good. It wonât be long before your name is a household word.â
Sara didnât doubt that. Her friendâs PR wizardry was a big reason the book had been successful so far. Karen knew just which newspapers and magazines to target with advance reading copies to garner the most articles and reviews. Sheâd brought Sara untold numbers of new readers by suggesting she pair a minilecture with book signings. Sheâd gotten her a cameo in Cosmopolitan. All that publicity had put Sara on the fast track to success, but still it was hard for her to believe that sheâd barely turned thirty and already her dream was coming true.
Not that sheâd intended for things to work out the way they had. Sheâd initially envisioned the book as an expansion of her dissertation, a serious examination of the psychological, social and emotional reasons women make poor choices in men. But one year, three edits and a show-stopping cover later, it had become a shorter, slicker book with a pop psychology tone and a title that made her cringe: Chasing the Bad Boy.