The Seduction of Suzanne
Two women and three men, each with that classic well-honed look of lean muscle. Surfers, all their fat stripped away by hour upon hour of paddling. Two of them — a man and a woman — turned back to the water to wade out again, while the other three walked slowly up the beach. They were almost vibrating with good health, even when weary, their skin tanned and hair slicked back against their skulls. With the sun shining so brightly on the sea and sand behind them, they were little more than dark silhouettes, gradually increasing in size as they approached. After a while they were close enough that the wind carried their voices to where she sat.
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These days I can only go a few hours before I run out. He had a good voice, strong and lilting a little. She had a thing for voices, for the spoken word, for language in general, and accents were interesting. She wanted to angle her head a little to stare at him and watch him shape the words, but that would have made it clear she was listening in. Then the American said: There was silence for several minutes. The breeze stirred the fine white grains of sand around her half-buried toes. She listened for a hint that the tall American was still standing close behind her, a peculiar awareness crawling down her spine, so that she had to control an atavistic shiver.
With the sun shining full on his face she could see him perfectly now and good heavens, it was indecent a man should look like that in real life; like one of those surfing posters in motion. He had high, moulded cheekbones, a straight nose and firm jaw, and eyes of such a clear, piercing blue that she could see the colour even from where she sat.
Her gaze flicked quickly, involuntarily over the broad shoulders and narrow waist within his wetsuit, and came to rest on his left wrist.
An Improper Seduction by Suzanne Quill
She resumed breathing as her eyes narrowed and leapt back to his face. His lips parted in an easy grin to reveal perfectly straight white teeth. Her frustration, her annoyance at the world in general and herself in particular, all came rushing back to her, this time with a target. She gritted her teeth and bared them at him in what could possibly have been interpreted as a smile.
Damned good-looking, arrogant, pick-out-a-gullible-local-for-a-summertime-fling tourists. As if she was going to fall for that crap ever again. She sent him an icy glare, watched his eyebrows lift as if he were surprised — Hah! Used to getting your way with every stupid victim of your good looks, you casual bastard — and gave him a cold shoulder for good measure. There was a pause in which she tried not to listen for the shush of retreating footsteps in the sand.
Perhaps he had already left? That was a dumb conversation-starter. It was obviously a textbook, hardly something to generate a relaxed chat. But while she thought that, her brain answered on autopilot as it sometimes did. And got it wrong, as it sometimes did: Which was an appropriately amusing response to give one of her close friends who knew how unlikely that was. Totally inappropriate in a context that included her haughty expression. How could he possibly hear that title and not interpret it as a welcome? Now there was no controlling the warm tide of pink blush that heated her skin. She drew both knees and the book close to her chest like armour, folds of the sarong wrapped around her shoulders getting caught up between the two, and glared out from under her big hat.
That was a much sounder tactic. Thank you brain for delivering the goods this time. He cocked his head to one side and smiled crookedly at her at her, his good cheer unabated. With such fair skin you should take care. The proximity of his large, intensely masculine body set her on an edge of nervous awareness. At five foot ten she was not used to being made to feel small, but now he was so close his sheer size made an impression.
With an effort of will she kept her gaze from scanning his body again. It would be just the reaction he was waiting for. Suzanne only just kept herself from slapping his hand away with a hiss of reaction as she felt the impact of his touch all the way to her toes, like a hot current of electricity.
She glared, outraged that he should casually enter her personal space like that, dare to lay a finger on her without a clear welcome. Should she snatch them off and eyeball him ferociously into shame? You were listening as my friends and I talked.
One that needed a home and love and home-baked biscuits and cuddles and stories and bonfires with marshmallows and night time adventures in the garden with flashlights and. Usually it was good to be in the middle of things. What if the reason you are here is to express everything inside of you and create the life that looks impossible? Gorgeous surfer Justin discovers her hidden away on her island paradise, and sets out to claim her for his pleasure. A truly great read on a snowy day. Shrieking and chasing and scrambling after one another with an energy that defied adult understanding; or sticky with salt and the iceblocks they had eaten, collapsed on their parents, whining they wanted to go home; or playing in the water, slashing it up in arcs and rooster tails, kicking and churning and bouncing around. Aimee marked it as to-read Sep 21,
Slipping her book quickly into her tote bag, which she slung across one shoulder, she gathered up the edges of her sarong and stood. She flicked a look back over her shoulder at him, ready to sneer, and caught him in the act of giving her a grandiose bow. He straightened to stand with his feet widespread, and for the flash of an instant she saw him as a flamboyant buccaneer, with the sea in his heart and sky in his eyes.
It interrupted her anger, called to the wistful romantic who lived walled up inside her so she suddenly felt a pang of yearning to be someone else for a little while. Someone who would be delighted to have a handsome man approach her with an offer of a light summer dalliance. A wave of revulsion rose in her at the impulse, at the idiocy behind it.
She pushed her halting feet into motion, almost tripping with the slide of sand underneath them, ploughing on, shoulders hunched under the weight of dark memories.
She brought the dusty, battered pick-up roaring to life, the key in the ignition vibrating under her fingers, then she backed out swiftly and was gone, fleeing more than the stranger on a beach. Your email address will not be published. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. About Amelia Hart Amelia writes warm, witty romances, primarily historical and contemporary. She has a degree in psychology, a husband and two children, and a healthy dose of reality to accompany a lifelong love of romance. On this site you will find samples of her published work along with articles, reviews and her writing journal.
Set in non-modern England. Has some sex scenes. Characters were great This was a fun and sexy story. Perhaps just a bit too much sex. It would have been nice to develop the dialog between the two characters more than solve all their relationship problems with sex. May 29, Kathy rated it liked it. It's a good story of seduction. A man inherits a title and now must have an heir. His neighbor must be his wife. He can not get enough of her. However she has no need to marry and refuses him.
It is a battle of wills. It goes on and on The seduction was beyond believable. I doubt any man could keep getting it up in such a short time. And the poor girl must have been in constant pain. Too much by half, as she kept saying.
Jun 26, Svea rated it did not like it Shelves: I honestly skipped most of the book because all it was was sex sex sex. I also did not like the Hero as he was disrespectful of the heroine's wishes. Great story I loved this story. It was sweet and steamy love. A truly great read on a snowy day.
An Improper Seduction
I might read it again! Oct 17, Michelle rated it did not like it. The "hero" and I use that term loosely! An Improper Seduction I loved this story, I recommend everyone to read book. I look forward to reading more of her books. Feb 06, Jeanette rated it really liked it Shelves: This book is an interesting take on seducing a spinster. Lots of sexual activity and not sure if very correct historically, but I enjoyed it anyway. Love love love Entertaining with 2 stubborn main characters. Filled with wit,dry sarcastic honor, and feisty steamy passion..
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Suzanne Quill, the nom-de-plume for Susan Dudics Dean, has been pursuing a fiction career for over ten years. With prior experience writing articles for interior design trade magazines and local newspapers, she decided to find a more creative outlet for her vivid imagination. Inspired by romances from such icons as Amanda Quick, Diana Gabaldon, and Mary Balogh, she chose historicals as her first g Suzanne Quill, the nom-de-plume for Susan Dudics Dean, has been pursuing a fiction career for over ten years. Inspired by romances from such icons as Amanda Quick, Diana Gabaldon, and Mary Balogh, she chose historicals as her first genre.
She is currently writing a sensuous series called The Order of the Crimson Lotus.
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She is happily married, has a beautiful daughter, two inside cats and an outside cat. After years of running a successful interior design business that started in Southern California, relocated to the San Francisco Bay Area and finally in the Greater Washington D.
Area, she has finally retired to pursue her writing dreams full time. Look for more in the Crimson Lotus series soon and contemporary romances under the name of Susan Dean in the near future. Other books in the series. Order of the Crimson Lotus 3 books. Books by Suzanne Quill. Trivia About An Improper Seduc No trivia or quizzes yet.
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