April Vine

Intrigue in India

“All you have to do is disguise yourself, pretend to be me, go to India and meet the man I’m supposed to marry. By the time he realizes you’re not me, I’ll have already eloped…”

After a break up with her boyfriend, Haley Kent agrees to her best friend, Anjali’s madcap plan, hoping mystical India will help her find inner peace. Instead Anjali’s arranged future husband turns out to be a gorgeous Indian God with a touch that scorches.

Rajeev Yuvaraj refuses to be outsmarted by the sexy, blonde, blue-eyed American and devises his own retribution. A bride is what he expected and a bride is what he would get even if it meant handcuffing Haley to his wrist during the marriage ceremony.

But when Haley discovers the true nature of his secret scheme, can Rajeev seduce her back into his arms again?

Intrigue in India

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EXCERPT:

“Any luck?”

Haley spun around, her breath freezing as she took in the man standing in the center of the room. He had removed his bridegroom clothes and wore only a pair of black silk drawstring sleeping pants. Her eyes grazed over his golden skin and followed the contours of his wide shoulders, deep collar bones, angles, planes and sinewy muscles of his chest and abdomen and lower to the impressive bulge in his pants.

She ignored the need to rake her fingers through his midnight blue hair, denying the need to know if it felt as soft as it looked. She refused to be mesmerized by his aphrodisiac hazel eyes, veiled with the thickest, silkiest, and darkest eyelashes. She had no desire for him to drag her beneath his body while his beautifully chiseled lips skimmed her skin. She swallowed uncomfortably. Then why were those thoughts rampant in her head? It must be the air.

“Gandhi would have turned the other cheek.”

“I am hardly as saintly.” His eyes roved the length of her body, lazily outlining her nakedness beneath the negligee. She held her breath as his blazing gaze scorched the delicate red lace scarcely concealing her breasts. Her nipples swelled in supplication. He glanced back up at her, daring to her react. Haley barely resisted the overwhelming urge to offer them up to him.

She tilted her head, narrowed her eyes and hoped for a show of indifference. He licked his sensual lips and her indifference faltered. Even tightening her legs failed to prevent the drizzle of cream seeping onto her thighs.

“Have you ever been cuffed and fucked before, Haley?” he drawled, leaning onto a marble desk, nonchalantly twirling the set of satin-covered handcuffs in his long, toffee-colored fingers. The very handcuffs she wore to her wedding.

The Midnight Rose

Ryan Redford's reputation as a hard-nosed secret service agent in Cape Town, South Africa nearly goes out the window when his best friend's sexy, all grown up, little sister orchestrates an all-out, everything bared, seduction. To protect both his body and his heart, he describes the most depraved acts he can think of--everything he's fantasized about doing to her--sure to scare the virgin away. Hell, they scared him. Except when she takes his threats as promises, she expects him to deliver. Leah Jenkins was not taking no for an answer. She would deal with the consequences tomorrow but, tonight, Ryan Redford owed her--big time. Eight-year-old memories etched into her brain like a perpetual flame had kept her a virgin because no other man but Ryan would do.

Payback was said to be a bitch, but this time it's guaranteed to be a pleasure.

EXCERPT:

“Ah,” the saleslady said over her spectacles as she peered over the counter at Leah. “There are only three ways to dress up for a man, my dear.”

“Really?” Leah asked. Only three ways?

“Oh, yes. The Morning Rose. The Afternoon Rose.” Her eyes grew wide with mischief. “And, The Midnight Rose.”

“Of course,” Leah replied, her hand on her pounding heart. If it all boiled down to three ways in which a woman could dress up for her man, than she wanted to know them all. It would be an imperative decision to make and one made primarily for Ryan, naturally.

“Let me explain. The Morning Rose is shy. An example might be, I’ll take a kiss on my hand as a goodnight.”

A kiss on her hand? The last thing Leah needed was for Ryan to give her a chaste goodnight kiss, and on her hand on top of that. No, she wanted his lips on every inch of her body.

“The Afternoon Rose means you can touch me if you want, with the lights off and nothing kinky,” the sales lady continued.

Nothing kinky? She wanted everything kinky Ryan could give her. She was way too starved for just the missionary position. Leah turned an expectant look on the sales lady.

“And The Midnight Rose…” The sales lady paused for effect.

“The Midnight Rose?” Leah leaned forward, her entire attention focused now, her eyes widened and her breath caught. She was struck with a premonition that whatever The Midnight Rose meant, it would be something deliciously, daringly licentious.