Seducing Liselle releases this Thursday! I’m so excited. This novella that’s special to me because I wanted to write a story that shows how a good man can help a woman become more herself—even while he’s saving her, she’s saving him. I wrote it for a very special lady who has been an enduring cheerleader of mine for a while now.
Here’s a description:
Liselle isn’t looking for a hero, especially not at the ripe old age of forty-three, but when John saves her from a blizzard, she can’t help falling just a little bit in love. He’s sexy, strong, and ex-military, with a sassy niece and four older sisters who clearly adore him.
Even so, looks alone aren’t enough to convince her that he can be trusted. After all, her brother and father tormented her for years—she knows better than to think a man can make her happy.
When John comes to her rescue, will she let old habits rule? Or will she let him heat her up and melt the fear in her heart?
Here’s a new little teaser from the novella:
Liselle’s heart flipped over. She took it from him, staring at the familiar metal tag, then ran a thumb over the gold chain that had somehow appeared around her neck.
“I don’t understand,” she murmured, running the necklace through her fingers.
“The string you had it on broke,” John said, his voice very, very gentle.
She swallowed, afraid to meet his eyes. “So you gave me this?” Was this man for real?
He touched a hand to her cheek, tilted her face up. His green eyes weren’t laughing now, they were warm and serious. The heat in them made her skin prickle. “Yes.”
“John—” she began, but he quieted her with a finger on her lips.
“Shh. Just … shh.” He leaned over and kissed her. His lips were slightly chapped. “I thought my head was going to explode when I saw you in that motel room. You were so pale, Liselle. God.” He kissed her again.
“I’m not worth this,” she said, trying to turn her head away. He wouldn’t let her.
“Bullshit.” He kissed her again. “Why won’t you let me help you?”
She blinked back tears. “This isn’t your job. I don’t want you to get hurt. Or Beth, God forbid.”
He sat back. “Liselle. Don’t you understand? I want to help you. Why won’t you let me?”