Virgin Seductress

Virgin Seductress
J.M. Jeffries

Nell Evans has a surprise inheritance, a lust for adventure and a makeover. But her plans for a new life in New York don't include being a virgin at age thirty! She never had the chance to dream beyond her small Mississippi town–but with a little help from Riley Martin, that's about to change….This bad boy done good left for the big city but returned to his roots. Now divorced, he is just the man Nell should see about her…uh, problem. Riley can't believe the offer of seduction coming from the sweet, shy woman of his secret fantasies, but he's going to do his very best to convince her, in the most intimate ways, that her place always was, is and will be–with him.

Virgin Seductress

J.M. Jeffries

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

Jackie: For my father, Earl Alexander Hamilton, you

taught me the magic of dreams and the power of

wishes. I have loved you since my first breath and I will

miss you until my last. For Miriam, this would never

have been possible if you didn’t believe in me. You are

the ultimate fairy godmother.

Miriam: To my husband, Parker, thank you for your

love, your loyalty and your perpetual faith in me.

When I was writing stories and hiding them, you

taught me to believe in myself. I would not be at this

point in my life and my career without your incredible

belief that I would succeed. To Jackie: You have

brought so much energy to my life, I can never thank

you enough. This book is your gift.

Contents

Acknowledgment

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Epilogue

Acknowledgment

For Sherrie, you put up with us and in our book that earns you the Nobel Peace Prize.

“Never thought you’d get one of those, huh?”

Prologue

Wayloo, Mississippi

Nell Evans gripped the armrest of the navy leather chair in her grandmother’s lawyer’s office. “How much money did she leave me?” She doubted it was too much. She and her grandmother had lived simple lives.

Billy Ray Cross swiped the snow-white handkerchief across his balding forehead. “Including stocks, bank accounts, a few outstanding loans and property after estate taxes, Miss Sarah left you about eighteen-point-five.”

Numb, she gazed out of the office window and studied the statue of Robert E. Lee on a rearing horse in the town square. Nell flexed her fingers hoping to get some feeling back. Eighteen point five what? Thousand? Hundred thousand? Her mind refused to go beyond that. There was no way her grandmother could have had anything more than that. Was there?

“Nell, honey?”

“Hundred?” Not possible, she thought even as the word left her mouth. Grandmother had complained over every little expenditure and when gas prices had passed the two-dollar mark, she’d parked the old big-as-a-boat Buick away in the garage and insisted Nell walk everywhere.

“Million.” Billy Ray grinned over the tops of his steepled fingers. “Give or take.”

The least he could do was look as shocked as she felt. “Oh, my,” she croaked. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Her face got hot. Her heart raced as if it would burst out of her chest. She was too young to have a heart attack, but her chest was tightening. Panic and disbelief set in. Inhaling deeply, she tried to get some air into her lungs before she fainted.

Billy Ray leaned forward and grabbed a glass pitcher of water off his desktop. He turned over a glass and started pouring some water into it. “Nell, honey, are you okay?” He stopped pouring and held out the glass to her. “You want some water?”