Seduce Me

Seduce Me
Jill Shalvis

A man this hot is worth breaking all of her rules for…Rule # 1–No blind dates.Having suffered through one too many, there's no way Samantha O'Ryan will agree to a blind date. Until her best friend needs a favor, that is. Enter Jack Knight. If she'd known how hot he is, she never would have protested.Rule # 2–No kissing on the first date. Sam can't resist Jack. And before the night is over, she wants to do a lot more than just kiss him. For someone like Sam, who runs from all commitment, that fact should be enough to make her refuse the second date. It's not.Rule # 3–No falling in love.Sam is determined to keep this fling on sizzle with no strings attached. But Jack starts hinting about something more, and suddenly she's being seduced in the most tempting way.

“Sam, what are you doing to me?”

Hopefully driving him half as wild as he was driving her. With Jack standing so close, cupping her face with his big hands, avoiding a dance had become the last thing on her mind. “I should mention—” Sam sank her teeth into his earlobe, thrilling to the sound that dragged from him “—it’s been a little too long for me. I’m liking this way too much.”

“Don’t tell me that.” His hand skimmed up her back, while the other rested on her hip. His thumb glided over her belly, then moved upward, stroking each rib as it climbed. He traced her last rib, then just barely touched the bottom curve of her breast.

All the while his gaze held her, conveying hunger, passion, desire…more heady than the champagne she’d sipped. She let out a shuddery breath.

Then his thumb made another sweep, not quite touching her nipple, and she had to concentrate on breathing.

Sinking her fingers into his hair, she brought his mouth back to hers, and their moans mingled, becoming part of the crazy, wild kiss.

Dear Reader,

I’ve always wanted to be a surfer girl. I grew up in L.A. in the fun and sun, but alas, I was never coordinated enough to make it on a surfboard. So I created a heroine who was. Samantha O’Ryan—Sam to her friends—is one tough cookie. She’s had to be. Surfing in the mornings, running her little café in the afternoons, she thinks she has it all.

Enter one Jack Knight, ex-basketball star and current rich bum. After a life in the limelight, all he wants is peace and quiet. But then these two are thrown together by one well-meaning nosy older sister, a fancy charity event complete with obnoxious paparazzi, and a dunking booth.

Oh, and throw in a red-hot, undeniable attraction like nothing either Sam or Jack have ever experienced. Watch them both fall hard. Hope you do, too.

Best wishes and happy reading,

Jill Shalvis

Seduce Me

Jill Shalvis

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

To my very own future basketball stars

Contents

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

1

SAMANTHA O’RYAN had been eyeing half-naked, wet, glistening men for hours under the guise of teaching them to surf. They’d offered to pay her but, truthfully, she’d gotten the most out of the deal. She just loved being in the water, on her board. After she finished giving the group of college kids pointers, she walked down the beach and up the stairs to let herself into her outdoor café, where she went to work on her second love—creating fun, exotic sandwiches.

As she served her customers, she realized she had no plans after work, her favorite kind of evening. She could bodysurf by moonlight if she chose, or drive up Pacific Coast Highway as far as a tank of gas would take her…anything.

That was the beauty of being unencumbered.

Although she wouldn’t mind being temporarily encumbered—for a night, that is. It had been a long dry spell without a guy around.

Her own fault.

“You sold everything.” Lorissa Barrett, her best friend and part-time server at the Wild Cherries café, looked surprised as she surveyed the empty display cases at the cash register. “Well, except the brownies. You make terrible brownies.”

“Hey, thanks.”

But Lorissa was right. Everything but the brownies were gone, including the new turkey-with-mango-spread special. Sam could drum up inventive stuff like that with ease, bake the most mouthwatering cookies on the planet, but she failed at brownies every single time. She knew why; she just didn’t like to think about it.

“Sorry.” Looking anything but, Lorissa leaned against the counter, her amusement slowly fading.

“Uh-oh,” Sam said. “What is it?”

“Nothing.”

They had a long history and knew each other better than anyone else did. “If it’s nothing, then stop staring at me like you’re trying to get your nerve up for something.”

“I’m not.”

Sam shrugged and turned back to cleaning the countertop.

Lorissa sighed. “Okay, I have this favor.”