Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Discover Persuasion in the Scent of Seduction

Discover persuasion today with Nikki Duncan's sultry, smoking hot Scent of Persuasion released from Samhain Publishing.  The second in the delicious Sensory Ops series focuses on Breck Lawson and Kami Evans.  You might remember Breck from Nikki's release last year, Sounds to Die By.  If you missed that, now you have two great books to read.  Sounds to Die By will be released in print in August, 2010.

Five Reasons to Seduce Your Senses

Checking out an author or a book, new or familiar, means opening yourself up to being seduced.  Scent of Persuasion will seduce all your senses.  Want five great reasons to pick up this book?

  • The sight of Kami in her drop dead red dress is enough to make any man's blood pump.
  • The feel of Breck's arms is enough to make even the most determined woman forget her mission
  • The sound of throaty laughter and masculine chuckles shiver the skin
  • The taste of champagne and burgers never mingled so sweetly
  • The scent of persuasion drifts off every page
Seriously -- if you need more, just check out this blurb and excerpt and pick up your copy of Scent of Persuasion, a new romantic suspense from Samhain Publishing. 

About Scent of Persuasion

Actress Kami Evans is tackling the biggest role of her life—as an escort. There’s definitely something going on in Madame V’s mansion, but Kami has to prove herself trustworthy before she can dig deeper and prove her stepbrother didn’t commit suicide.

Her first assignment: seduce a CEO and, oddly, steal his hair brush. He’s everything she avoids in a man: suave, sexy, suited. She plays her role all the way to the bedroom…and finds it stunningly difficult to walk away.

Breck Lawson’s undercover assignment, posing as a replacement CEO, is yielding zero clues as to why his friend tried to kill himself—until Kami comes on the scene. She’s everything he likes in a woman: safe, sexy, temporary. She also arouses him just by walking into a room, a sure sign it’s time to push her away.

Then he connects the dots she unwittingly shares, and realizes their investigations are linked by delicate strands of DNA. Keeping her near isn’t wise, but he has to know her secrets and keep her safe.

Unless they trust each other and come clean, those dots could lead to death for both of them…



Excerpt


This is a necessity. This is not promiscuous. This is not immoral or degrading.

Kamille Evans swiped her tongue across her scarlet-fever-red-painted lips and tucked the thick, coordinated streak of hair behind her ear. She’d gotten used to long hair, but the shoulder-length, tapered cut Madame V had forced on her actually suited her face better. Studying herself in the elevator’s black, glossy wall, Kami took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders back and straightened the most amazing red gown she’d ever slipped on.

Seduction.

The silk slithered and shimmered with every move. She turned and studied the back—or rather her back, as the dress had only two crisscrossing straps that were barely thicker than strands of thread.

Repulsion rippled beneath the dress, coating her skin in shame. Telling herself she hadn’t stepped onto a degrading path was a lie. Staring at her misshapen reflection, she shook her head.

Madame V would filet her, but she could send someone else to play date-the-CEO. Donning an elegant dress and using a soft word like escort detracted nothing from reality. She was whoring herself for truths that might not be found.

Reaching out, she pushed the button for the lobby. The twisted chain decorating her neck distorted and became a strangling rope. Her eyes bulged. Breaths gurgled in her throat as she clawed free of the golden noose. The shiny walls closed in. Shrinking. Suffocating.

The elevator doors slid open.

Gasping in untainted air, she stumbled into the glamorous lobby decorated in more black marble and varying shades of cream.

No! Turning back, unable to move forward to the assignment, she reached for the doors as they whisked shut with a dismembering finality.

Behind the double glass doors separating upper management’s inner sanctum from mundane comings and goings, a handsome man a few inches shorter than her stood from behind the mahogany assistant’s desk. He quirked an urbanely waxed brow and waited, judging her as below his station.

It was the same judgment she’d seen on the faces of the cops who’d worked Channing’s crime scene. The cops who’d negated her claims that he’d been murdered.

Demeaning methods aside, her brother deserved justice. Resolve wove through the hollow spaces of her spine.

Glancing heavenward, she sent up a silent prayer. If you’re real, find me a way out of this with my soul intact.

Reassured she’d made the right choice, that she was on the right course for achieving her goals, she crossed the sumptuous foyer. Her stilettos struck the marble floor with decisiveness.

Huge photographed landscapes printed in black and white and hung in simple black frames added a welcoming warmth she hadn’t anticipated, while making it evident that powerful people made powerful deals where she now stood.

The depravity behind the purpose of her visit in the lushness surrounding her reminded her of Julia Roberts walking through that glorious lobby she hadn’t belonged in. Kami no longer belonged in this moneyed world, but she would not fidget.

This night is no different from the thousand others. Well, except my reason for being here. The staff at Elegant Entertainment knew how to perfectly wrap the merchandise.

Tonight, she was the merchandise.

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