Yeah, I’m pretty much bouncing out of my seat. Book birthdays are fantastic, but sometimes they are more fantastic-er than other times. I feel that way about A Dance With Seduction.
Maximilian, the hero, is different from most. Oh, he has his alpha moments, but he’s a bit more beta and way more grouchy. Yet he sees so much, as he’s quite a bit more vulnerable than he lets on.
And then there’s Vivienne. She just stole my heart. I could also hear her voice in my head as I wrote. Every turn of phrase was already created without me having to do anything. Vivienne just was.
Even better, there love just is, no matter what is going on around them.
And so, without further messing about, a little excerpt for you. Enjoy!
“I do not pretend to be anything more than I am.”
Pausing, listening to the meaning behind her words, he held her gaze. “I know you are a man’s mistress, Flower, but never forget you are more than that.”
“Are you sure?” Deep words to match her unfathomable eyes.
“You are a lady of many layers, and every one of them is lovely.” Maximilian meant every word and more than he said.
“If I were a lady, I would not be a spy, would I?” Her lips were still bowed up as she straightened, but he saw the dark pain in her gaze. “You are sweet, monsieur, to call me a lady.”
She leaned down to look at the document, then turned her head to face him. Her mouth was there. Just there. Lips parted as though she planned to ask a question, though she didn’t. She only looked at him, eyes slowly becoming serious and powerful. They were a beautiful shade, dark brown deepening to black in the center. Her lashes swept down to cover those eyes as her gaze fell to his mouth for a moment, before flicking back up.
Suddenly he could not think beyond her lips. Beyond her face and the fresh scent enveloping him.
He leaned forward, desperate for a taste, afraid she would bolt, afraid she would not.
And kissed her.