Discover persuasion today with Nikki
Duncan's sultry, smoking hot Scent of Persuasion released from
Samhain Publishing. The second in the delicious Sensory Ops series
focuses on Breck Lawson and Kami Evans. You might remember Breck from
Nikki's release last year, Sounds to
Die By. If you missed that, now you have two great books to
read. Sounds to Die By will be released in print in August, 2010.
Five Reasons to Seduce Your Senses
Checking out an author or a book, new or familiar, means opening yourself up to
being seduced. Scent of Persuasion will seduce all your
senses. Want five great reasons to pick up this book?
- The sight of Kami in her drop dead red dress is enough to make any man's
blood pump.
- The feel of Breck's arms is enough to make even the most determined woman
forget her mission
- The sound of throaty laughter and masculine chuckles shiver the skin
- The taste of champagne and burgers never mingled so sweetly
- The scent of persuasion drifts off every page
Seriously -- if you need more, just check out this blurb and excerpt and pick up
your copy of
Scent of Persuasion, a new romantic suspense from Samhain
Publishing.
About Scent of Persuasion
Actress Kami Evans is tackling the biggest role of her life—as an escort.
There’s definitely something going on in Madame V’s mansion, but Kami has to
prove herself trustworthy before she can dig deeper and prove her stepbrother
didn’t commit suicide.
Her first assignment: seduce a CEO and, oddly, steal his hair brush. He’s
everything she avoids in a man: suave, sexy, suited. She plays her role all the
way to the bedroom…and finds it stunningly difficult to walk away.
Breck Lawson’s undercover assignment, posing as a replacement CEO, is yielding
zero clues as to why his friend tried to kill himself—until Kami comes on the
scene. She’s everything he likes in a woman: safe, sexy, temporary. She also
arouses him just by walking into a room, a sure sign it’s time to push her away.
Then he connects the dots she unwittingly shares, and realizes their
investigations are linked by delicate strands of DNA. Keeping her near isn’t
wise, but he has to know her secrets and keep her safe.
Unless they trust each other and come clean, those dots could lead to death for
both of them…
Excerpt
This is a necessity. This is not promiscuous. This is not immoral or
degrading.
Kamille Evans swiped her tongue across her scarlet-fever-red-painted lips and
tucked the thick, coordinated streak of hair behind her ear. She’d gotten used
to long hair, but the shoulder-length, tapered cut Madame V had forced on her
actually suited her face better. Studying herself in the elevator’s black,
glossy wall, Kami took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders back and straightened
the most amazing red gown she’d ever slipped on.
Seduction.
The silk slithered and shimmered with every move. She turned and studied the
back—or rather her back, as the dress had only two crisscrossing straps
that were barely thicker than strands of thread.
Repulsion rippled beneath the dress, coating her skin in shame. Telling herself
she hadn’t stepped onto a degrading path was a lie. Staring at her misshapen
reflection, she shook her head.
Madame V would filet her, but she could send someone else to play date-the-CEO.
Donning an elegant dress and using a soft word like escort detracted
nothing from reality. She was whoring herself for truths that might not be found.
Reaching out, she pushed the button for the lobby. The twisted chain decorating
her neck distorted and became a strangling rope. Her eyes bulged. Breaths
gurgled in her throat as she clawed free of the golden noose. The shiny walls
closed in. Shrinking. Suffocating.
The elevator doors slid open.
Gasping in untainted air, she stumbled into the glamorous lobby decorated in
more black marble and varying shades of cream.
No! Turning back, unable to move forward to the assignment, she reached
for the doors as they whisked shut with a dismembering finality.
Behind the double glass doors separating upper management’s inner sanctum from
mundane comings and goings, a handsome man a few inches shorter than her stood
from behind the mahogany assistant’s desk. He quirked an urbanely waxed brow and
waited, judging her as below his station.
It was the same judgment she’d seen on the faces of the cops who’d worked
Channing’s crime scene. The cops who’d negated her claims that he’d been murdered.
Demeaning methods aside, her brother deserved justice. Resolve wove through the
hollow spaces of her spine.
Glancing heavenward, she sent up a silent prayer. If you’re real, find me a
way out of this with my soul intact.
Reassured she’d made the right choice, that she was on the right course for
achieving her goals, she crossed the sumptuous foyer. Her stilettos struck the
marble floor with decisiveness.
Huge photographed landscapes printed in black and white and hung in simple black
frames added a welcoming warmth she hadn’t anticipated, while making it evident
that powerful people made powerful deals where she now stood.
The depravity behind the purpose of her visit in the lushness surrounding her
reminded her of Julia Roberts walking through that glorious lobby she hadn’t
belonged in. Kami no longer belonged in this moneyed world, but she would not
fidget.
This night is no different from the thousand others. Well, except my
reason for being here. The staff at Elegant Entertainment knew how to perfectly
wrap the merchandise.
Tonight, she was the merchandise.
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