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Fearing she carries her mother’s curse of marriage, nineteen-year-old Eleanor Mackenna swore never to vow herself into matrimonial bondage. Nuptials aren’t needed where true love is concerned. A concept she is sure a man like McCrea Coldiron would agree with. The town gossip has him pegged as a heart breaker, but Eleanor knows a different side to McCrea. And years of loving him without seeing his affection returned has made her desperate enough to ask him for advice on seducing a man.
McCrea isn’t proud of his reputation as a brawler and a womanizer. As a teenager the rumors were funny, now they may cost him the land he has worked so hard for. Chatty little Eleanor Mackenna has been chasing his spurs for years and ignoring her was easy to do until she grew up. A beautiful face and curves in all the right places made her hard to resist, and when his granddad lays down an ultimatum to make her his wife, McCrea offers her a first class lesson in seduction.
As with most writers, her stories began at an early age with long sessions of seclusion and secrecy. While her classmates and friends were outside playing, Shannon was locked away in her room hammering out ideas on an old 1940's Royal typewriter.
After finding Mr. Right, Shannon found herself wanting the comfort and security of the small Kentucky town she longed to escape as a child. Fortune smiled upon her and she became the family historian; gathering pictures, wills, marriage certificates and everything else that somehow managed to fall into her lap. Stories flooded her mind and writing quickly became an obsession that turned into the Way of Hearts Saga.
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A Lesson in Seduction
The sound of her pounding heart overpowered the noise of
the drunken crowd, blocking out whistles and lewd cheers when their lips
touched. According to all her research on sex, a kiss could manifest an orgasm,
and McCrea’s had her seconds away from crying out in ecstasy. It was everything
she dreamed it would be soft, sweet, and sexy, and nothing like the boy kisses
she’d had before. His skillful lips were magical
and cast a spell that left her lightheaded and weak. Sweet lord, this was
heaven.
Heaven that ended too soon when he pulled back. “We’re
drawing a crowd.” The alcohol on his breath mingled with his rich cologne that
left her holding onto his shirt for support.
“I don’t care,” she managed.
His low, coarse laughter penetrated every nerve in her body.
“Normally, I wouldn’t either, but─” The unfinished sentence lifted her eyes to
his.
“But what?”
“I don’t want people talking trash about my Eleanor.”
His Eleanor?
“You had to know they’d talk
about anything we do.”
“After tonight, what they say about us won’t matter
anyway.” She wasn’t sure what he meant by that. The hungry hounds of gossip
weren’t easily appeased, and the thought of tomorrow’s gossip headlines almost
had her cringing. Mouthy Mildred’s Hot Topic List would read: Local Playboy Seduces Innocent Neighbor Girl. She could see
poor Rose as her complexion paled, and she tried to explain how it was all just
gossip. Good luck, Grandma.
McCrea looped a loose
strand of her hair around his finger and gently tugged. “What happened to the
little girl in pigtails, and braces that used to chase me around the barnyard?”
Oh, she’s still chasing you. “She grew up,” she whispered, because it was too early to admit
the truth.
His finger traced her jawline,
and ventured down her neck to her collar bone which gave her body an
involuntary shiver. “She sure did.” The depths of his eyes reflected a new
fascination for the woman he saw in her.
The break of his lips and the slant of his head let her
know another kiss was coming, and she didn’t care who saw it. The touch of his
lips fueled her hunger for something more, and the teasing war with his tongue
drove her closer to the sweet release she craved. She was in the hands of a
capable lover, one who could tease her all night. He was five years her senior
and experienced in a way that made him threatening to any woman who wanted to
risk her heart for more than one night in his bed.
What would that be like? Her imagination dove deeper into a
torrid scene of his body entwined with hers. She knew McCrea wasn’t the teasing
and leaving kind, and the scene in her head would happen if she didn’t stop it.
He wanted satisfaction just as much as she did, and his dates didn’t end with
goodnight kisses. Sweet Lord! What am I doing?
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