A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint…
She's going to break all of his rules…
Tech Sergeant John O'Donnell was never fond of his hometown. Too many reminders of poverty, his rocky family life, and the girl he was never allowed to have. Now he has exactly two weeks to sort out his mother's finances before he heads back overseas. Two weeks that he's determined to spend as far from his best friend's little sister as possible.
Alea Heling has a naughty streak a mile wide. Sweet and simple? Boring. She's been craving a bad boy like John since their wild days together in high school, and this time, she's not taking no for an answer. But with every panty-meltingly hot encounter, Alea forgets one hard, cold reality—this soldier won't let a fortnight turn into forever...and forever might be exactly what they both need.
About the Author
Kathy Lyons is the fun, contemporary side of USA TODAY bestselling author Jade Lee. She loves sassy romance with lots of laughter and sex. Spice is the variety of life, right? Okay, so maybe two kids, two cats, two pennames, and writing over 40 books has messed with her mind, but she still keeps having fun.
Check her out at www.KathyLyons.com. Or hang out with her sexy historical half, Jade Lee. Titled heroes with dark secrets are Jade's passion. Especially when they fall for women who add more than just spice to their lives. Find her at www.JadeLeeAuthor.com. Facebook: JadeLeeBooks Twitter: JadeLeeAuthor
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Two Week Seduction
By Kathy Lyons, Liz Pelletier
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2014 Katherine Grill
All rights reserved.
Alea Heling froze, her tube of Seduce lipstick an inch from her mouth. She was going to a welcome home party for John O'Donnell, the man she'd been lusting for since tenth grade. He was finally home from the Air Force and she'd have the chance to see if the reality of him lived up to her nearly decade-long fantasy.
But even if she was headed to his party with the idea of seduction, she had to consider her strategy. John didn't like bold colors on her. She'd learned that at sixteen when she'd attempted to attract him with a tight red tank top and a black miniskirt. The thigh-high leather boots had been icing on the Alea cake, or so she'd thought. Instead, he'd called her a tart, spanked her ass, and sent her right back home via her older brother. The humiliation of the moment still made her cheeks burn.
So with a sigh, she put down the lipstick and reached for the pale pink tube of Darling. Instead of letting him see her bad girl self, now relegated to blowout weekends, she changed her curve-hugging tee with the plunging V-neck to a pale yellow blouse that looked stylish with her jeans. She finger combed her short bob with a dark red highlight that made her feel wild, even as she opted for professional black pumps over strappy sandals. There. Her alter ego as a high school teacher. Boring, sedate, proper.
"Alea!" her brother Sam called from the living room of her tiny apartment. "If I'd known you were going to take this long, I wouldn't have offered to pick you up."
"Chill," she shot back. "I'm coming. And here I thought it was lucky that you and John happened to get leave at the same time. How wrong I was." Resisting the urge to make her eye shadow way more dramatic, she grabbed her teacher purse — a massive tote with every office supply known to man in it — and headed out, only to have her brother gasp.
"Who the hell are you and what have you done with my sister?"
He gestured at her outfit. "All you need are pearls and you'd be Nana."
She grimaced, horrified by the idea. Then she reminded herself that was probably the image John preferred. If dressing more maturely fed into that endgame, so be it. "Nana was a class act," she said to her brother.
"Of course she was. But when have you ever said so? I believe your words for her were stuffy, old-fashioned, snobbish —"
"That's our grandmother you're insulting," she huffed.
"No, that's our grandmother you insulted. Before, during, and after every society party we were forced to attend." He straightened up from the couch with a shrug. "Hey, if you want to dress like we're going to dinner with Mom and Dad, then who am I to care? I just thought since we were going to see John you'd be in thigh highs and stripper heels."
"Yeah, when I was sixteen. And you made your opinion on that very clear."
"Why do you think I came over here before the party?"
Alea swallowed, trying to find her way through her emotions.
"Look, Sam, you've been away a long time." Fourteen months, three weeks, and two days, to be exact, since his last leave. Being a fighter pilot wasn't exactly a nine to five job. "It's possible I've grown up since you've been gone. It's possible that I'm not the wild child you remember."
"Whatever, Little Nana," he said.
In response, she slugged his arm. Hard. He didn't even bother to duck. Then he laughed while she rubbed her hand in pain.
"Next time, go for the nuts. It's the only part of a man you're strong enough to hurt."
She glared at him. He had no idea what part of a man she knew how to hurt. But before she could say anything, she remembered if she put her big, bad brother on the floor, she'd likely mess up her sedate-as-Nana makeup.
So instead, she simply glared. "Cool it, or I'll tell everyone to call you pencil dick."
"That would be scary if half the women at the party didn't already know the truth."
* * *
"It's so good to have you back home."
John O'Donnell smiled at his sister as he tossed his bag into the back of her Jeep. His sister rarely needed him to fill in the conversation, even when there were only two of them, so he settled back into his seat as she pulled away from the airport. Five minutes later, he was watching the familiar sights of home roll past the window. Unease gripped his gut.
"I'm not staying," he said. Best get that information out early.
Gail shot him a motherly look. She was only four years older, but she'd been giving him that look since he was in diapers. "Don't make any rash decisions."
"I'm never rash."
"Things are different now. Better. You'll see."
He didn't answer. She meant things were better because their father was gone. The man had died four weeks ago by wrapping his car around a tree. When John had gotten the news, he'd asked three questions. First, had anyone else been hurt? Answer: no, though the tree probably wouldn't survive. Second, was Mom taken care of? Answer: his two older sisters, Gail and Jean, were handling things. Since Gail was a paralegal, she was taking care of the official matters. Jean and her twin toddlers were helping with the emotional.
The third question was a repeat of the second: was Mom taken care of? And by that he meant financially. Answer: no. That was why he was here now. It had taken him weeks to get leave from the Air Force so he could sort through the money and then get the hell out of Florida. There was nothing holding him here and a thousand memories urging him to fly fast and far away.
"Come on, John. I miss my baby bro."
He didn't answer. She commented with a heavy sigh.
"Look, I know you're all big, bad, and surly."
His snort was eloquent.
"But do you think you could attempt to be nice for a bit? Remember, we all love and miss you. Better still, you could pretend to like us back."
He almost spoke, but her words stopped him cold. All? Us? "There better not be a welcome home party."
She winced. It was a quick move, but he was a trained observer. "No welcome home party," she deadpanned.
He groaned. "How many people?"
"Come on, Gail, who? Who is going to leap out at me?"
"No leaping going to happen."
"I'm military. I shoot on reflex."
He waited in silence.
"Really. We all know how you're a killjoy. We know better than to surprise you with good food, friends, and family gathering around."
His sister might be a tough paralegal, but under the right kind of silence, she cracked like an egg. It took thirty-two seconds.
"Don't shoot anyone. It's just a few people."
It could be three people or three thousand, just so long as one petite brunette with a shock of red hair wasn't among them.
She lasted twenty seconds this time.
"Look, they've all been really helpful. Mom's been struggling. Damn, I can't believe you got me to tell."
He shrugged. "I am military security."
"Yeah. Glorified TSA —"
"You did not just say that."
She waved her hand dismissively at him. "Okay, okay. So you're a big guy with an important job."
He was, but clearly that made no impact on his sister.
"You can be nice for one evening. After that, you can go back to your normal surly self."
"I'm not surly," he said. Though even he had to admit his tone could possibly be construed as ... less than nice. It was the Florida air. The humidity brought out the worst in him. "Who's going to be there?"
"You're just going to have to wait and find out."
"Too late. We're here." She pulled the car into the driveway. "And you better act surprised."
"Or what? You'll wake me with a wet rag and an order to go clean the bathroom?"
"Worse," she said in dire tones. "I'll tell Mom you're dying for her special seven bean salad. That you couldn't stop talking about it all the drive home."
Damn. She had him there. "I'll squeal like a girl."
"If only that were true," she said as she put the car in park.
His gut tightened as he looked out on the house he'd grown up in. He saw the peeling paint, the sagging front porch, and his mom's rusted VW bug parked on the grass. But what he saw most of all was his father running after him the day he left for the Air Force. The man was screaming something — the words didn't matter — but the meaning was clear. No son of mine will ever enlist. And the dumb-ass teenager he'd been had responded by proving that he was bigger and stronger. He'd had the man face down in the dirt within seconds. The last time he ever touched his father was to dislocate the man's shoulder before calmly walking to Sam's car and heading off for base training.
That's what he saw when he looked at his childhood home, and the knot of emotions that curdled in his stomach left him physically ill.
"Remember, you're happy to be home," his sister hissed as she grabbed his bag. He reached for it, but she held it away. "Go straight to Mom and hug her tight. For the last week, she's been talking about nothing but you."
He nodded, knowing that he owed his mother that and so much more. But he'd be damned if he squealed no matter what he'd just promised his sister. They walked together up the walk as she continued to give him orders.
"She's looking frail, so don't be surprised. Dad's death was hard on her."
His life had been hard on her. On them all.
"She'll be standing just to the right of the door. When you fake surprised, do it so she can see you."
"At least let me carry my bag," he said, reaching for it again.
"You don't get your stuff back unless you make everyone here think you're in hog heaven to be home."
He glared at her. "Ever think of a career in the military? You'd make a great drill sergeant."
"That's the Marines."
"Smile!" Her last order before she threw open the front door.
He flinched from the sheer volume of the roar. Damn, it felt like a thousand people had just screamed in unison. He blinked as a zillion phones flashed in his face, and then he looked right where his sister had told him to. His mother, grinning from ear to ear, tears already sheening her eyes. And standing right behind her, the damned sexy imp with the shock of red hair.
She found him around midnight. John knew from the jut of her jaw that she was determined to corner him, but it was late and most of the guests had left. A surprising number of people had shown up for his party. High school classmates, though it was nearly ten years since he'd last seen them. Relatives he barely remembered from Christmases past. And a bunch of new neighbors he'd never met, but who all brought casseroles and beer as they shook his hand and thanked him for his service to his country.
It took him about twenty minutes to realize that the party wasn't really for him. It was for his mother, who had somehow managed to nurse most of the neighborhood children even while working double shifts at the hospital to pay for his father's latest business scheme. Time after time, someone shook his hand and told him how wonderful his mother was, how she'd checked in on a broken arm or brought medicine for someone's fever. That she was the local Florence Nightingale, and he couldn't be more honored to have her as his mother.
If only the guest list had been restricted to just those people he would have been happy to grin and bear it. But she was there the whole time, bringing his mother a chair when Mom started to fatigue, handing someone else a beer before picking up an empty paper plate. She played hostess in her butter soft blouse and tight black jeans. She smiled when someone complimented the food. And twice she had laughed — that low, throaty sound that settled in his belly like a hot coal. God, he remembered that laugh. There were whole nights overseas when that laugh had kept him sane. And then there were times like this when the sound of her made him want to throw a chair through a window because she was the one thing he could never have.
And now she was coming toward him just when he'd escaped to the backyard. She carried a plate in one hand and a beer in the other. As he'd just finished his fourth bottle, the last thing he needed was another, but he knew he'd take it. He hadn't the willpower to refuse her. It was only a question of how long he'd hold out.
"Thought you'd like some hors d'oeuvres," she said as she held out the plate. Ritz crackers piled high with Cheez Whiz. "Weren't these your favorites?"
They were. And of course she remembered. "Actually," he drawled, "they were always your favorite."
She set the plate down on the TV tray at his elbow, then collapsed onto the seat beside him. He was leaning forward to take the beer from her hand when she tilted it up to her mouth and took a swig. She grinned at him as he fell back.
"You drink beer?" he asked.
"I started about the same time you did."
She shook her head. "You were fourteen. I was eleven. Sam paid me in beer to keep quiet."
He frowned, trying to remember. Every six-pack had come to them as a five-pack. Now he knew why. "I always thought he drank it himself."
She grinned and took another healthy swig. Pink lips surrounding a dark bottle neck. His gut tightened. How many times had he imagined her lips around him like that?
"So you going to eat these or what?"
He responded as he always did when his dick tried to talk for him. He clenched his jaw and looked somewhere else. In this case, it was across the lawn to the neighbor's swing set. Weeds choked the fence separating the two houses and his mother's lavender shrubs were all but lost amid the crap. He'd have to mow first thing tomorrow, and then he'd think about tackling the weeds.
"I'll take that as a 'or what,'" she said. In his peripheral vision, he watched her grab a cracker and pop it into her mouth. She murmured something low and throaty — a sound that was going to haunt him for the next decade — and then swallowed it all down with another swig of beer. "Ambrosia," she murmured. "Cheez Whiz and beer. Definitely food for the gods."
"I know what ambrosia is," he said, the words escaping through his clenched jaw.
She glanced at him, her brows tightened into a frown. "I never said you didn't. Wow, your sister is right. The military has made you crankier."
If he were talking to Gail, he'd have a smart-ass comeback. But Alea wasn't his sister, and the things he wanted to say to her were forbidden. So he ground his back teeth and thought about house repairs. There was painting, a rickety step out the back door ...
"You know," she said. "I've been working really hard today to make sure your party goes well. I did it for your mom, but the least you can do is say something nice to me. And hey, I brought you snacks."
He looked back at her, guilt making him flush. She had been especially nice to him and his mother. It wasn't her fault that she embodied everything he'd run from as a teen. All those things he wanted but could never have.
"Thank you for your help," he said. His voice was rusty, but clear enough.
She gasped in mock shock. "He speaks! Five words and it wasn't rude!"
Against his will, his lips twitched. She always could make him smile when he least wanted to.
She leaned forward, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Let's try something else. I know it's dangerous — I mean, your head might explode or something — but I say we risk it. Give me a compliment."
"Fishing?" he drawled.
She tsked. "That wasn't a compliment. You're supposed to say something nice. About me."
He didn't answer. Mostly because he was thinking of all the things he wanted to say. That her skin looked soft and her eyes were a changeable hazel that always kept him guessing. That her tits were round and full, just begging to be nipped. That she was small compared to his six foot three frame, but she had legs long enough to wrap around his waist as he buried himself inside her. And that red hair, a bright red flash of color on her perfect body, was a scream of danger he lusted after.
While those thoughts spun through his mind, her expression soured. With a sigh, she grabbed his empty beer bottle and held it before his eyes. "Say something nice to me and I'll get you another beer."
She shook the bottle a little to grab his attention. It didn't work. He was too busy watching how the breeze pressed her blouse flat against her chest. Her bra had lace, which meant texture, and he wondered what sound she'd make if he tugged it back and forth against her nipples.
"That's a nice b-blouse." Damn it, he'd almost said bra.
Her mouth flattened with a sigh. "I thought you'd like it."
Alea leaned forward as she pushed to her feet. A curl of brown hair tumbled forward, pushing past the tiny gold hoop in her ear to dangle right before him. Without thinking, he grabbed the lock, winding it around his fingers. It wasn't even long enough to pull into his fist. But it was close enough to hold her still. Her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth — those plump, pink lips — formed a perfect O.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
There are some editing problems. First the book starts off with the main female character then all at once she is a brunette. You would have thought the author would have noticed this. Good book, but things like this bother me. The author changing physical descriptions of main characters from one page to the next, I mean really.
The protagonists haven't seen each other in ten years since high school when he was from the wrong side of the tracks and she was a wild girl from a wealthy family of lawyers. She wanted him then and he discovers she still wants him now. Will they have a wild ride during his two week leave or will they find forever despite their families?
Good love story that addresses loving someone outside youf social station in life Love wins
Review: 5 Stars! Who doesn’t love a story about two people from different sides of town with a twist. Growing up Alea had a crush on her brother’s best friend, John. But no matter what she did, he wouldn’t notice her. She even wore a short skirt and thigh high boots and he told her to go home, like what the heck is wrong with this guy? But what Alea doesn’t know is that John can’t have her (you’ll find out why if you read the book!) Years later, John is on leave, home for only two weeks and Alea realizes this is her time. She will seduce John like she wanted to in high school. So when she hears John is home and there’s a party in his honor, she changes herself from her crazy self to her teacher self and attends the party to get John’s attention. There’s a problem with Alea’s plan, war has changed John. He doesn’t want a relationship, he just wants to be home for his two weeks and then leave, no strings attached to him and his hometown that he absolutely loathes. But once John sees Alea again he can’t help himself when the opportunity to kiss her presents itself. Like all things though, they get interrupted and things get sticky. One thing that hasn’t changed though is that Alea and John still come from different lifestyles. John is living the life of a soldier and Alea is a school teacher. This helps in the sticky situation, but also the flaming chemistry they have makes the solid ground they once lived on turn molten. John was supposed to stay away from Alea, but he couldn’t. What is he going to do if their lust turns into something else, what if everything he ever dreamed of happening happens. Will John stick around or will he let stereotypes and voices in his head lead him astray and back on a plane to his next mission? I fell in love with this book. All Alea ever wanted was John and all John wanted was Alea but life, threats, and judgements got in the way. The kind of things that shouldn’t affect someone’s choice in a loved one, did in this book. This story reiterates that love can be true and the forever kind. That even though divorce is a recurring reality in our daily lives, in this book and many others, helps those who have lost faith believe that love can be true if you take a risk and work at it. This book left me smiling and it will do the same to you. There’s no reason to skip over this book.
Alea is off-limits to John and has been since they were teenagers. They come from opposite sides of the fence. She’s following in her family’s footsteps as prestigious lawyers, while he’s struggling to support his mother and sister while serving in the Air Force. Her brother Sam is John’s best friend who never realized the attraction between the pair. Alea has loved John from afar for ten years and is determined to get his full attention while he’s home on a two-week leave. Passion blossoms between the couple, but their differences threaten to overcome that newfound bliss. They both have life-altering decisions to make before they can find any sort of happily-ever-after. Lyons’ sexy offering is a quick, entertaining read that steams up the pages while telling a story that will hold your interest from beginning to end. I especially like the fact that the protagonists were willing to take that extra step necessary to cement their relationship.
Two Week Seduction by Kathy Lyons On a two week leave from the Air Force, John comes face to face with the one thing he can never have, his best friend's little sister. All Alea has ever wanted was John, and when he comes home for leave, she gets her chance to seduce him once and for all. The story picks up right before John's welcome home party and things quickly take off between Alea and John by the end of the night. John and Alea find a connection in their need to live up to their family and their desire to do what's right for them. Both struggle with the dicision before them and their attraction between each other. You'll find yourself unsure till the very end. Two Week Seduction is a nice quick read if you're in the mood for something light. There were some times I felt bits of the conversations were missing and some info was left out or not explained well enough, but overall I enjoyed the book.
A Book To Read Over and Over Rating: 4 1/2 stars I received a copy of this book from the publisher and the author in exchange for an honest review. I was not compensated in any way. The author will suck you in so that everything else will just disappear - so be careful whom you sit next to. It’s a great book to escape with when the stress of the day is really getting to you. If you’ve never read Kathy’s work before, this book may leave you craving more. Besides being a great hot and sexy romance, it’s a book that reminds the reader what family and loved ones have to deal with when they have someone in the military. With Fourth of July coming up, you couldn’t ask for a more perfect time to read this book. It’s a book that was too short but one you can read again and again when you only have a short amount of time and need your sexy read fix. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did.
Alea has crushed on her older brother's best friend John her entire life. She grew up in a privilege family of lawyers, who expect her to follow their lead. She works as a high school math teacher, while applying to law schools. John comes from a humble family, without money to spare. He works in the Air Force as a security specialist, he is deciding whether or not to re-enlist. They meet up at a return home party for John, because he has just returned from Afghanistan. Alea has always crushed on John and they immediately have awsome chemistry. Their road to romance is well balanced with heat, humor, and witty support characters. I have enjoyed all of Kathy's contempary romance and would reccomend them to anyone looking for a fast fun read! I was given a free copy for an honest review.
Another winner from Kathy Lyons. Funny, fast paced and sexy as heck this contemporary romance is a total romp. Alea is a great combination of sweet and sassy and John is just looking to fall he just doesn't know it yet. Complimentary copy provided by author/publisher for an honest review.
Combine a sassy kick-ass lady who is naughty but nice with a delectable Air Force Sergeant who has a heart of gold, a slightly dirty way with words and an insecure streak that makes you want to just cuddle him (amongst many other things), and Two Week Seduction is a fabulous addition to the Brazen family. Alea Heling may be the sensible teacher on the outside, but the woman is as fiery as the red streak in her hair, preferring leather & lace to the twin-set & pearls. And for 10 years she has held a rather large torch for John O’Donnell, her brother's best friend. When John returns home from duty, he plans to keep away from the one woman he could never have, only said woman has other ideas. There's no denying their attraction, question is, can Alea convince her boot-wearing bed-shaking bad-boy that he is worthy of her love? “You can claw the hell out of my back while I ride you. And when you’re done coming from that, I’m going to tie you down and do it all over again.” I found nothing unlikeable about this couple. Their chemistry burned bright from the off, their journey was captivating but fairly simple and their character traits surprised me; I loved Alea's determination & honesty and John's sweet side and they may be opposites in terms of upbringing (I wanted to throttle her parents, her mother...urghh) but in the bedroom they are perfectly compatible and the way they understand one another is heart-warming, touching and at times feisty. In comparison to Kathy Lyons' previous Brazen offering, which was marginally likeable with it's slightly unconventional paranormal plot line, this wipes the floor with it and she's delivered a sexy romance which hits all the right spots. I loved it and needless to say, I recommend. Copy received courtesy of Entangled Publishing for an honest & unbiased opinion
ARC Courtesy of Brazen/Entangled Publishing John is home on a 2 week stateside visit to help his mother get things organised after his father passed away. He is a Tech Sergeant for the US Air force and he loves his job. He hates the fact that he is home because it is a constant reminder to him of how he used to live and where his place is in life. Especially when he is around Sam his best friend and his sister Alea. John has always liked the feisty wild child with the streak of red in her hair, but he knows that he is not good enough for her. Alea has had a crush and been in love with John and she has been waiting for her opportunity for him to notice her. She is determined to do what ever she has to on his 2 week visit to get him to see her for who she is. When these 2 finally give in to all their pent up sexual desire, it is explosive enough to heat up your kindle and leave you panting for more. This is a great little story of friends to lovers, and about learning to love and accept yourself for who you are