Seduce Me: Heat

Seduce Me: Heat

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by Jill Shalvis

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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

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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.

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Seduce Me

By Jill Shalvis

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
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ISBN: 0-373-69195-5

Chapter One

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 cafe, 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 cafe, 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?"


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."

"Pass." It was a hot one today, and Sam swiped at her forehead, then dusted off the display cases.

"You can't turn down a favor when you don't even know what it is." Lorissa tossed back her long, red, wildly curly hair and pushed out her full, highly glossed lower lip in a pout that was extremely effective on men, but not on Sam.

"Sure I can. In fact, I just did." Sam moved outside to the bright red plastic tables, wiping them down, lowering their red-and-white-striped umbrellas, all the while watching the sun slowly sink into the glorious Pacific Ocean. "When you ask for a favor in the same tone you might mention a funeral, I know better than to even hesitate." Sam stretched out the muscles in her neck and back, and thought a midnight swim later tonight might be just the thing she needed, especially in lieu of a man.

"You could at least let me tell you what the favor is."

"I do not want a blind date," Sam said emphatically.

Lorissa rolled her eyes. "The way you read my mind really creeps me out."

"It doesn't take a psychic. You've got a hot new fling going with that rich Cole guy, and he keeps asking you to set up his friends with your friends."

"I'm sorry. This is what happens when you're my bestest friend."

"Flattery will get you nowhere." Sam shifted to the covered patio area and checked the tables there. All clean. "You know I've been quite patient through all the hideous blind dates you've set me up with over the years. I'm not interested in trying another."

"They haven't all been hideous."

"I have two words for you - Toe Guy."

"Okay, that one can be explained. I forgot your weird foot fetish, and how was I supposed to know about his accident with the lawn mower?"

"I don't want a date tonight."

"Good. Because it's for tomorrow night."

Sam walked back inside to the kitchen and looked around, cleaning up as she went. All she needed to do now was shut off the lights and she was done. She could head out ... or simply go upstairs, where she had a nice little apartment. Little being the key word, of course, but she liked little, and the place was her own. She'd made it so.

"I'm busy tomorrow night."

"Please, Sam. One date, that's all I'm asking." Lorissa batted her long lashes over her light caramel eyes. "Cole promises me this guy is rich."

"And yet he can't get his own date." Sam hit the switches and the main part of the cafe went dark. She locked the small kitchen and pulled the retractable gate around the patio area. "What's wrong with that picture, Lorissa?"

"Listen." Lorissa pressed her fingers to her temples, closing her eyes for a second. When she opened them, they were filled with emotion. "I really like this one, Sammie."

Sam took a good look at her. She'd known Lorissa twenty-odd years, since kindergarten. Together, they'd already been through so much: Lorissa's parents' nasty divorce, her mother's suicide when they'd been twelve, and a close friend's overdose at age thirteen. Then Sam losing her parents in a car wreck on the night of their eighth-grade graduation. Between them they'd racked up more mileage on the road of life than most others their age.


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