Good morning readers!
Today I’m elated to welcome my friend, Sharon C. Cooper back to my blog to share with us a hot, sexy excerpt from her debut Harlequin Kimani Romance, Legal Seduction! I had the pleasure of reading this book before it came out, and I’m so happy that now everyone else has a chance to as well. Nash is definitely a Kimani Hottie! Congrats, girl!
When it comes to desire, they’re both pleading guilty.
In the courtroom, criminal defense attorney Iris Sinclair is cool and confident. Yet, around her new client’s guardian, she loses all composure. Atlanta club owner Nash Dupree is an infamous playboy who could compromise Iris’s heart as well as her case. For once, she feels like a curvy goddess instead of a strait-laced lawyer—even if the evidence suggests what he’s looking for is strictly short-term.
No matter what the tabloids claim, Nash has made his teenage niece his first priority, and without Iris’s help he’ll lose guardianship. What began as seduction, a sweet thrill, has turned into something more—now he wants Iris forever. But proving his intentions means winning her trust before his reputation drives away the only woman who has ever captivated him, body and soul…
Iris’s breath caught in her throat when Nash started toward her, his smooth stride masculine, confident and sexy. Every man in attendance was dressed in black-tie attire, but none worked a tuxedo the way her man did. Black with satin lapels, the jacket draped over his broad shoulders and wide chest like a second skin, cut perfectly for his muscular body. He turned slightly to say something to Tania, and Iris noticed the satin stripe along the outside seam of his long pant leg, complemented by his shiny black wing tips. Good Lord, as dashing as he looks tonight, he could easily play the role of the next James Bond.
A little taken aback when a woman in white stepped in front of him, Iris stood rooted in place, curious to see how Nash would respond. She didn’t miss the once-over he gave the woman’s attire, but was pleased that he didn’t seem interested. Iris couldn’t tell who the woman was from her vantage point, but the lethal glare Nash gave the stranger when she put her hand on his arm could have cut like a knife. Seconds later, he adjusted his suit jacket and continued toward Iris.
“Come with me.” The seductive rumble in his voice demanded her attention. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along, practically knocking her off-balance.
“Nash,” she protested and lifted the train of her gown, barely able to keep up with his long strides. “What is wrong with you?” she said in a frustrated whisper.
He said nothing. Instead, he kept walking. He forged his way through small groups of the fund-raiser’s attendees huddled in the wide hallway, barely giving a cursory glance at those who greeted him. He glimpsed around corners and peeked inside rooms as if searching for something.
“Nash?” He was going too far and the stilettos on her feet were not meant for jogging through the halls of a hotel. “If you don’t tell me what’s going on right now, so help me.”
Instead of responding, he pulled her into a small meeting room and pressed her body against the nearest wall.
“I’ve missed you.”
His mouth covered hers before she could respond and a zap of desire forced her arms up and around his neck. She would never tire of feeling his soft lips against hers and the way his nearness always sent her pulse racing. She pressed against him, savoring the feel of his hard muscles against her soft curves and loving the touch of his hand roaming over her body. His skillful tongue teased and explored her mouth, stoking the sensual flame growing inside her.
He seemed to be in no hurry to end the kiss, but Iris had a sudden flashback of what took place in the community center’s gym weeks ago. She reluctantly pulled back.
“Wow, I’m glad to see you, too,” she said, catching her breath.
“Let’s get out of here.” He continued to run his hands along the curve of her hips until she stepped out of his reach.
“I agree. We really should get back in there.” She ran a hand down her dress to smooth it out. “Tania’s probably wondering where we disappeared to and since I’m already late, I don’t want to miss any more of the program.”
“No, I mean let’s go home. Your place or mine, I don’t care as long as I can bury myself inside you.”
Iris’s eyes grew large. “What? I thought you meant that we should get out of here and go back to the ballroom. We can’t just leave! This is for charity.
Besides, do you know how long it took me to get into this dress and get my hair to cooperate?”
He chuckled and kissed her lips. “Nope, but I can’t wait to get you out of that dress, and I’m looking forward to messing up your hair.
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Bestselling author, Sharon C. Cooper, spent 10 years as a sheet metal worker. And while enjoying that unique line of work, she attended college in the evening and obtained her B.A. from Concordia University in Business Management with an emphasis in Communication. Sharon is a romance-a-holic – loving anything that involves romance with a happily-ever-after, whether in books, movies or real life. She writes contemporary romance, as well as romantic suspense and enjoys rainy days, carpet picnics, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. When Sharon is not writing or working, she’s hanging out with her amazing husband, doing volunteer work or reading a good book (a romance of course). To read more about Sharon and her novels, visit www.sharoncooper.net