Scent of a Woman

Scent of a Woman
Jo Leigh

Her scent intrigued him…Arousing. Exciting. Those words and more fit the woman David Levinson met purely by chance at the scarf counter. Susan was sunshine, flowers, silkiness and sex…and David ached to have her.And so did her propositionHeiress Susan Carrington was tired of being the good girl, playing it safe, protecting her heart. She craved adventure–with no strings. "Meet me on Wednesday night," she whispered in David's ear, shocked at her boldness.It was an incredibly hot encounter. Arousing. Exciting. As was every Wednesday they met after that… Except soon David wanted Susan seven days a week–with strings attached.

“You’re exquisite,” David murmured

Susan closed her eyes and leaned her head back after another spine-melting kiss.

His warm breath on the tops of her breasts made her sigh, and when his fingers traced lazy circles around her lace-covered nipples, she had to steady herself.

David’s mouth closed over her right nipple, and even through the material she felt his delicate lips, his teasing tongue. She broke out in goose bumps from head to toe.

His hand slipped around her waist, pulling her tight against him. His erection was no gentle tease this time. It was hard with promise…and intent.

“David,” she whispered, opening her eyes.

He mumbled something, not moving an inch.

“Bedroom.”

That got his attention. He stood straight, grinned, kissed her hard on the lips, then took her hand. As they passed the ice bucket, he grabbed the champagne bottle by the neck without breaking his stride.

A moment later it was her, him, champagne and a king-size, four-poster bed.

Exquisite, indeed.

Dear Reader,

If you’re a Temptation Blaze reader (and who isn’t?) you might remember two books from the past couple of years: Hot and Bothered and Ms. Taken. I’ve received so many letters asking if my characters, Susan from Hot and Bothered and David from Ms. Taken, were going to have their own happy endings.

Scent of a Woman is the answer.

This is by far my sexiest book, but it wasn’t my fault—honest! I blame it all on Susan and David, who insisted their inhibitions were off limits. Frankly, I was shocked. And intrigued. Well, you’ll see what I mean as you read!

Maybe there are some things you can learn from Susan and David. I suggest sneaking away with your significant other to a hotel room, and letting your imagination go wild. Don’t forget to wear your sexiest perfume…and nothing else.

I’d love to hear from you. Come visit my Web site at www.joleigh.com. And check out the special Blaze site at www.tryblaze.com.

Happy reading,

Jo Leigh

Scent of a Woman

Jo Leigh

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

This book is dedicated to JJ Medeiros, for the inspiration, the encouragement and mostly, for the friendship. Love you.

And to Jack Galle, for helping me to see what’s what.

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

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Epilogue

1

SHE KNEW BETTER THAN THIS. Buying new shoes was only a temporary fix. It would lift her spirits for what, an hour? Two? Then she’d be right back in the doldrums.

Susan Carrington shifted her gaze from the display window and forced herself to walk away. She was stronger than shoes, right? Even if they were Jimmy Choos. On sale. And those pink stilettos would be killer with her Dolce & Gabbana duchess satin jacket.