Tempt Me

Nina Valentine is done with New York. After spending the last year struggling to make it as a painter, all she has to show for it are bills she can't pay. Out of money and sick of struggling, she decides it's time to pack it up and head back to her hometown in New Hampshire.

When she meets Ian Sinclair at her going away party, Nina's instantly attracted to his dark, smoldering looks and lean athletic body. When he asks her back to his apartment, she's willing to overlook the fact that he's a high-powered lawyer. It's just for one night, and guys as gorgeous as Ian don't come around every day.

Ian has never had a problem getting women into his bed, but after his hot night with Nina, all he wants is more of her. So he makes the curvy painter a deal – stay in the city for a few weeks and he'll take care of everything.

Nina agrees, even though she knows better than to get attached. He's a rich corporate suit, she's a struggling artist. But as the connection between them deepens and Ian takes her to places she's never been – both in and out of the bedroom – Nina doesn't know how much longer she can resist.

Tempt Me is a 28,000 word light erotic novella.

EXCERPT:

"Just my luck to meet you right before you leave."

"I'm not gone yet," Nina replied, the words leaving her mouth before she realized what she was saying.

Mortified, knowing her face was blazing, she looked down at her wine with utter concentration. What was wrong with her? She was practically throwing herself at the man and she'd known him less than an hour.

Ian said nothing. When she dared look at him again she saw he'd gone utterly still. His gaze moved from her eyes to her mouth.

"No, you're not gone yet," he repeated, his low voice sending a shiver along her spine.

It was the bedroomiest voice she'd ever heard, and the sound of it affected her like a touch. Just like that she was fully aroused, her nipples tightening, her pulse racing.

Slowly he walked toward her, pressing her back against the wall, his hands on her hips as his mouth descended.

Nothing in her life had ever felt so good. He was a slow burn, his tongue slipping between her lips to explore, plunging and stroking with leisurely devastation.

Without hesitation she opened for him, oblivious to the party around her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He shut out all sound, all thought, everything but the feel and taste of him.

His hands left her hips and moved to her waist, then higher, his thumbs stroking just below her breasts as his mouth moved down her throat. She could feel him hard against her and his own arousal stoked hers higher. Finally he pulled away, his breathing ragged as he looked down at her.

"Christ, Nina, let me take you home."

Everything in her wanted to say yes, but she hesitated, so out of her element she didn't know how to reply. He was so overwhelming. Would she be enough for him?