To Tempt a SEAL
Sin City SEAL’s #1
By: Sara Jane Stone
Releasing June 30, 2015
Entangled: Brazen
To Tempt A SEAL
To Tempt A SEAL
Sin City SEAL's Series
For the first time in her life, social worker Lucia Lewis is ready to live. And the masquerade ball in Las Vegas is just the place to find a ridiculously hot guy to complete her wicked to-do list. The only rule? Her elegant Venetian mask—which conceals the scars that have always held her back from the life she deserves—stays on.
Navy SEAL Cade Daniels heads to Vegas on a mission to keep his best friend's little sister out of trouble. Except the woman he’s sent to find is all heat and flame…and perfectly capable of handling herself. And him. But the moment Lucia's mask slips, the need to heal her, body and soul, is complete and absolute temptation.
But revealing himself could cost him the one thing he isn't willing to risk...his heart.
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“Don’t
tell me you came for the artwork,” a deep, masculine voice said
from behind her. She closed her eyes briefly, sucking in a sharp
breath at the sound that seemingly had a direct line to the parts of
her body craving male attention.
Wow,
that was fast. Good job, dress.
“What
else would I come for?” she replied without turning to face him.
“I
don’t know about you, but my eye’s been on a table filled with
chocolate five feet away,” the mystery man said.
Chocolate.
She
opened her eyes. Melt-in-your-mouth sugary goodness came a close
second to orgasms on her list of wants.
“What
kind of chocolate?” She kept her gaze fixed on the bold red
brushstrokes running through the center of the first painting.
He
chuckled. “I didn’t look too closely. Does it matter?”
“The
details are always important.” Like if the man behind her filled
out his suit with a body that promised to make her dreams for tonight
a reality. “Milk chocolate tastes different from dark. Do they have
fillings that melt in your mouth or ones that explode with flavor?”
She
felt him move closer. His heat merging with hers. Without the mask,
she might have caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye,
enough to know if the man matched the panty-melting voice.
“You
like things that explode in your mouth?” he said, the words a low
growl in her ear.
“Yes.”
This man could read the phone book and leave her breathless and
brimming with desire. But she wanted more than words tonight.
So
she turned to face him.
And
oh, God help her, she needed a taste of this man. Her lips refused to
form the words “but I’m partial to caramel,” because one look
and she was partial to him.
Mr.
Panty-Melting Voice had a body that begged to be explored,
worshipped, and painted. From his square jaw to the way he filled out
his tuxedo, he looked as if he was auditioning to be the next James
Bond. Maybe he was. This was Vegas, only a hop, skip, and a jump from
Hollywood. And in her humble opinion, his short brown hair and green
eyes were a lethal combination.
Move
over, Daniel Craig...
“I’ve
been watching you stare at those paintings for the last few minutes,”
he said, his full lips offering a hint of a smile beneath his plain
black mask. “Without even glancing at the chocolate fountain.”
“There’s
a fountain?” She heard the note of longing in her voice. Chocolate,
carbs—those had topped the list of diet no-no’s for the past six
months. But tonight, everything was on the table.
“Yes.
You might have noticed if you had moved from this spot. So I have to
ask, are you waiting for your date? A boyfriend?”
“No.”
Her breath caught on the one word. This man had to be someone—a
movie star, a model, the perfect male specimen—he couldn’t be for
her.
But
the thought of walking away and finding another man to explore her
fantasies? Impossible. In her mind, she would hear this stranger’s
voice. She’d spend the next forty- eight hours craving the deep
sound, wishing she could listen to him murmur sweet nothings in her
ear as they acted out her fantasies—or even better, his
fantasies.
If she walked away from him now, she would spend every minute until
sunrise wondering about his top four, though she had a feeling he
didn’t carry around a pink Post-it note with his wicked desires
spelled out.
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