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My very first book I ever wrote, Executive Seduction, is now only .99!

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I always love writing about the difference between men and women in a romance. In this quick teaser, my heroine Chandler, is upset about a miscommunication with my hero, Logan. They both approach this hurdle in opposite ways. Females like to talk. Men like action. Enjoy!

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EXCERPT FROM EXECUTIVE SEDUCTION

Chandler dragged in a breath. “I think last night proved that ultimatums do not work in a relationship. When you told me to be home by a certain hour, I felt threatened, so I tried to do something to reassert my independence. But my plan backfired, and only ended up getting us confused and dragged poor Harry into our mess. I think this whole episode showed we’re having problems facing our emotions.”

She stopped for a moment to judge his reaction. He shrugged out of his leather jacket and stood before her in his t-shirt and jeans, hands on hips. The thin cotton material stretched lovingly over his muscular chest. He seemed to be listening to what she said, even though he had an oddly determined expression on his face. Knowing she had a bad habit of chattering when she was nervous, she paced the room and tried to find the right words.

“Perhaps this is a sign for us to slow things down. Trust and communication are the basics for a successful relationship. Maybe we need to get to know each other a little better. Maybe we should get used to the idea of compromise.” She pushed back her heavy mane of hair and sighed. “I admit my fault in this, and I’m sure you’re sorry for the way you communicated your concerns and barged into Harry’s apartment. Maybe we can turn this episode into something of a learning experience. What do you think?”

He reminded her of a warrior. He stood by the door. Legs braced apart. Thumbs hooked in his pocket as he waited. Dark hair mussed. Eyes narrowed. An unreadable expression on his face that made her more nervous than a testosterone-fueled temper tantrum. Waves of energy and tension emanated from his figure and pulled her to him in a way she recognized all too well. She fought the physical attraction that raged between them and awaited his response.

“Are you finished?”

“Yes. I’ve told you how I feel. Now, I think you should explain your feelings and maybe we can work something out that would be agreeable to both of us.”

Suddenly his mouth curved into a lazy smile and displayed a set of perfectly straight, white teeth. A purely devilish smile that promised retribution, and promised it slowly. Her stomach twisted in response to the predatory look on his face. With ease he closed the distance between them. His hands reached out to settle on her shoulders, then he ran his palms down her arms in a caress. His voice poured over her like warm, sticky molasses.

“Chandler, in a couple of hours everything will be clear. You’ll know me in every way imaginable, and I’ll know you. There will be no more communication problems, no more games, and no more lies. I’m taking you to bed, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

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