My Daring Seduction

My Daring Seduction
Isabel Sharpe

Dared to seduce the man she’s most attracted to, independent Boston bar owner Lindsay Beckham is nervous.Is she really ready to give in to her dirtiest fantasies and entice tantalisingly tempting Denver Langston, her best friend and employee, into her bed?

My Daring Seduction

Isabel Sharpe

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Dear Reader,

February can be cruel. Up here in the frozen north, the weather can be stubbornly brutal when our thoughts are turning hopefully towards spring. Valentine’s Day can be a day of love and joy or of loneliness and sadness.

This month the women of the Martinis & Bikinis Club chase away February blahs with their usual meeting, which includes sexually provocative Martini Dares, but also a surprise for my heroine Lindsay. She’s off on the wildest ride of her life, thanks to sexy Denver Langston. Along the way she uncovers more Winfield family secrets and finally finds the key to real happiness. Hint: it’s not staying home playing it safe.

Curl up with a hot toddy, enjoy the story and think about starting up a Martinis & Bikinis chapter in your town. Then let me know how you like your dares! Cool and calm or sizzling hot?

Cheers,

Isabel Sharpe www.IsabelSharpe.com

Lindsay’s Ruby Valentini

4 parts vodka2 parts pomegranate juice1 part triple secSplash of lemon juiceServe ice-cold (with a warm heart)in sugar-rimmed martini glasses!

Table of Contents

Cover (#uc68faa2b-545d-51b8-96a5-d93660912818)

Title Page (#u47f21c44-6f5a-5200-ae19-42291db0a7e7)

About the Author (#uc26679df-4b60-56ee-85dd-e860b042cada)

Dedication (#u931f48dc-7f49-5504-b478-9c3bb9fac700)

Prologue (#ue3d7d691-65e3-5e47-834a-49fd5aac8ca3)

Chapter One (#u6f9c89b9-3a59-5c59-bc01-a0c8a49e2ff7)

Chapter Two (#u0c5d4d3f-1d03-5afa-885f-4a3d90b5ec64)

Chapter Three (#ub057ace9-4129-5ff1-a4ca-74b190489a2e)

Chapter Four (#u46843b8a-68e6-54cf-9936-4bd304efd13d)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

ISABEL SHARPE

was not born pen in hand like so many of her fellow writers. after she quit work in 1994 to stay at home with her firstborn son and nearly went out of her mind, she started writing. after more than twenty novels – along with another son – Isabel is more than happy with her choice these days. She loves hearing from readers. Write to her at www. IsabelSharpe.com.

To my wonderful, wild and talented friends and

writing partners in this terrific series:

Lori Wilde, Carrie Alexander and

Jamie Denton.

Prologue

Dear Daughter,

What a difficult letter this is to write. I am ill now and you are probably reading this after I am gone as it will no doubt take my lawyer some time to find you. It is clichéd but true that looking at the end of life makes you think about what you would have done differently. If I had mine to do it over again, I would not have given you up for adoption, no matter the cost. That pain never left me. But once my life had become stable enough to support you properly, you had already settled in with your new family. What rights did I have to you after all? This I would also change. I could have met you at least, and told you where you came from.

However, one thing I can give you now is knowledge of your three wonderful sisters, my other daughters. Brooke, your eldest sister, is two years younger than you. She is my most sensible, practical and gracious daughter, though I suspect a wild streak she has dutifully suppressed. Next is Joey, my brilliant lawyer, who believes ambition and strength can hide her vulnerability and rebelliousness. Lastly, Katie, my baby. She needs to learn to celebrate her impulsive behavior more creatively and constructively.

What you do with this is up to you. All three girls still live in Boston, where they grew up with me. I hope you will seek them out and make our family whole again.

I want you to know that not a day went by when I didn’t look at them and also think of you, and the lovely young woman you have no doubt become.

Daisy Breckenridge Winfield

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LINDSAY BECKHAM PUT DOWN the phone in her office carefully as if the receiver harbored an explosive. The calls from Gina were always surreal. On television blackmail was a dramatic high-stakes affair—threats, strong language, wrung hands and curses. Or excruciating, calculated and cruelly exciting.

These talks were bizarre simply because they were so ordinary. Gina was an old friend—or so Lindsay had had the typically poor judgment to think—so their exchanges were familiar, and while not exactly warm and fuzzy anymore, neither were they hostile. Gina treated her “salary” as if she were providing a service Lindsay should feel thrilled to purchase and chatted about personal matters as if their friendship hadn’t taken this baffling turn several months ago when, in the middle of a catch-up phone call, Gina had blurted out, “Did you know there is no statute of limitations on murder?”