By day, he'll show her a side of Paris not found in any guidebook. By night, he'll introduce her to a passion beyond her wildest dreams. In this sensuous story of indulgence and desire, Jeanette Grey delivers one of the most romantic reads of the year and proves why she is fast becoming a must-read star.
SEVEN NIGHTS TO SURRENDER...
Kate arrives in Paris hoping to find inspiration. Instead she finds Rylan. In a swirl of stolen kisses and hot, tangled sheets, Kate is quickly swept away by the sexy stranger, longing to surrender to his expert touch. With Rylan, nothing is forbidden-except the truth.
An American ex-pat worth millions, Rylan never flaunts his fortune. Rather, he guards his identity from everyone, especially women. No strings, no commitments, no complications. But the second his lips taste Kate's soft, sweet skin, everything changes. For the first time, Rylan has found someone to share his every want and need. Yet he knows that secrets stand between them. To keep her, he'll need to confess the truth before it's too late . . . even if doing so could mean losing Kate forever.
SEVEN NIGHTS TO SURRENDER...
Kate arrives in Paris hoping to find inspiration. Instead she finds Rylan. In a swirl of stolen kisses and hot, tangled sheets, Kate is quickly swept away by the sexy stranger, longing to surrender to his expert touch. With Rylan, nothing is forbidden-except the truth.
An American ex-pat worth millions, Rylan never flaunts his fortune. Rather, he guards his identity from everyone, especially women. No strings, no commitments, no complications. But the second his lips taste Kate's soft, sweet skin, everything changes. For the first time, Rylan has found someone to share his every want and need. Yet he knows that secrets stand between them. To keep her, he'll need to confess the truth before it's too late . . . even if doing so could mean losing Kate forever.
Author's Bio:
Jeanette Grey started out with degrees in physics and painting, which she dutifully applied to stunted careers in teaching, technical support, and advertising. When she isn't writing, Jeanette enjoys making pottery, playing board games, and spending time with her husband and her pet frog. She lives, loves, and writes in upstate New York.
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Kate stayed firmly planted in her
seat as he offered to help her up. Trying her best to appear unaffected, she
arched one eyebrow. "Does this usually work for you?"
The guy didn't pull his hand back or
in any other way appear to alter his strategy, and Kate had to give him points
for that. "Yes, actually."
"Interesting."
The sad truth was, his offer was
beyond tempting. The attention was nice, especially after her self-esteem had
been beaten down the way it had in the past year. Hell, in the past twenty-two.
It wouldn't hurt to have someone who spoke fluent French showing her around,
either. That he was as attractive as he was just made the deal sweeter.
"Not working so well on you,
then?" he asked as she considered him.
"Not so far."
His smile only widened. "Good.
I like a girl who's hard to crack." Standing up straighter, he held his
palms out at his sides. "Come on, what have you got to lose?"
"I'd say my wallet, but that's
already gone."
"See? Low stakes. Listen, you
don't trust me." That was an understatement. Was there a man left on Earth
that she did? "I don't blame you. Devilishly handsome man wanders into a
café and buys you a drink without asking? Offers to show you around town? Very
suspicious."
"Very."
"So let's make this safe. You
said you wanted to see the Louvre? Let's go to the Louvre. I'll show you all my
favorites, and then if I haven't murdered you by supper time, you let me take
you someplace special. Someplace no guide book in the world would ever
recommend."
She was really running out of
reasons to say no. It was a good plan, this one. They'd be in a public place.
She'd have time to feel him out a little more. And if he wasn't too much of a
psycho, well, everyone had to eat, didn't they?
Still, she kept up her air of
skepticism. She rather liked all his efforts to convince her. "I don't
even know your name."
The way his dimples shone when he
lifted up one corner of his mouth was completely unfair. Extending his hand
again, he offered, "Rylan. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Rylan. That was unusual. She liked
it.
"Kate," she volunteered in
return, and with no more real excuse not to, she accepted the handshake,
slipping her palm into his. Warm fingers curled around hers, his thumb stroking
the side of her hand, and oh. The
rake. He bent forward as he tugged on her hand, twisting ever so slightly so he
could press his lips to the back of her palm.
"Charmed."
"I'll bet you are." But
her pulse was racing faster, and the kiss felt like it seared all the way to
her spine.
This man was dangerous.
He straightened up but he didn't let
go. Sweeping his other arm toward the door, he asked, "So?"
She hummed to herself as she gazed
up at him, as if there was any question of what she was going to do. His blue
eyes sparkled, like he already knew her answer, too.
"Well." She rose from her
seat, feeling taller than usual. More powerful. Maybe it was all the flattery
of a guy like this hitting on her. Maybe it was the headiness of making this
kind of a decision. Either way, it made her straighten her shoulders and insert
a little sway into the movement of her hips.
"Well?"
"Lead on," she said.
He didn't let go of her hand.
"That's what I was hoping you'd say." With a squeeze of her fingers,
he took a step toward the door. "Let's go look at some art."
External pressures aside, she had
come to Paris to be inspired by beauty. She could find it on the walls of a
famous museum. And she could find it in the lines of this man's shoulders and
throat. The latter might not have been what she'd had in mind when she'd set
out, but what was a little bit of a diversion?
You couldn't find yourself without
taking a couple of side trips, after all.
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