A spy, a
thief and a CEO…Be Accidentally Seduced Carmen Falcone!
Coming August 25th is the third novel in the Naked
Truth series, Accidentally Seduced from Carmen Falcone! Read about a man trying
to become the CEO, a assistant who is really spying on her boss and both are
trying to stay ahead of a thief determined to rob the company blind.
About ACCIDENTALLY SEDUCED
Devon Wilder
wants to leave the scandal involving his name behind and focus on the race for
the CEO title. Yet, his sexy assistant is an unexpected and dangerous
liability—especially after he suspects she could be the one stealing money from
the company.
Elena
Moretti’s libido was comatose until Devon strode into her life. Ever since the
end of a troubled marriage, she never wanted any man the way she does him.
Unfortunately for her, Devon is also the man she’s been hired to spy on and
find evidence to prove he’s embezzling and dragging Wilder & Co.’s name
through the mud.
As the hunt
for the real thief advances, they need to figure out if they’ll cling to old
fears or throw themselves at the new, tempting opportunities—and each other.
On Sale in Digital: August 25, 2015
Excerpt
***
Showing up at Smolder, after work,
without texting Devon, was a bad idea. Elena cemented her insecurity the minute
a couple of tall women with fiery red hair strode into the club the same time
as she. Everyone seemed to be way cool and too hip. She touched her
fifties-style black dress—tight on top, with a flowing skirt down to her knees,
and reached for her chunky pearl necklace. I
look like a vintage Stepford wife.
Ugh. Why had she changed her mind? Going
far from her comfort zone was one thing. Visiting his second place of work
carved a pitiful hole between them. She leaned across from the bartender, and
waved at the bald chick with purple lipstick and dark clothes. “Red wine,
please.”
The bartender nodded, and turned around
to get the bottle. Some alcohol had to loosen her violin string-tight nerves.
Right? She lifted her hands and fiddled with the pearls, and wondered if taking
them off wouldn’t be a better choice. Ah. Might as well own it.
Her gaze zapped from the bar area to the
dance floor. It was strangely intimate. The nightclub had a theater-like feel,
with special VIP boxes that overlooked the dance floor like old-fashioned
terraces, and several antique chandeliers dropping from the ceiling. Gorgeous
GoGo girls dangling on trapezes and the ultramodern music—a tattooed DJ worked
the tunes in a higher box—gave the place an edge.
A lot of the women could be models, and
probably were, with their slinky bodies and sophisticated get-ups.
“Here,” the bartender said, and she
turned to grab the drink.
She sipped the wine a tad too quickly.
Was it too late to go home? No. Besides, her pragmatic side warned, she was
checking out the club. Matthew had hinted Devon could be stealing from the
company because of the other clubs he was about to open, but a glance at her
surroundings was all she needed. Why would he need to embezzle money? This club
was in full swing, and given the classy décor and overpriced drinks, she
doubted Smolder was on its last legs.
She eyed Devon, before she was prepared.
He was talking to a couple of gorgeous brunettes. Her heart raced. She lifted
her shoulders, and finished the remains of her drink.
“Another.” She pointed her head in the
direction of the glass to the bartender. “Please.”
The woman smiled and turned around to
get the bottle.
Damn it. Of course he flirted with other
women. The man had an open relationship before her, and what guarantee did she
have he wasn’t planning on screwing any of them tonight? She had told him she
wouldn’t come. Besides, they didn’t have anything concrete. Anything lasting.
Do
you want to? No. Of course not. If she hadn’t
been able to handle a man like Timothy, crazy and sick as he was, how about a
man like Devon? He oozed sexiness. And trouble. Especially trouble.
She gave herself a mental slap on the
forehead, and searched for him again. Her pulse spiked. Across from her, a few
inches from the entrance to the VIP area, he still talked to the two women, and
nodded. She zoomed on his face. No smile. A stupid part of her rejoiced. The
women leaned forward, one of them laughing while the other batted her
eyelashes. He shook his head and said something, then walked away from them.
Well, if body language was anything to go by, he wasn’t interested in a
threesome. Phew.
Stupid. Stupid, stupid. He also wasn’t
interested in a long-term commitment. And neither was she—not with him. She
longed to find someone for a meaningful relationship, and should be thankful
Devon was giving her good sexual memories to cling to for the near future. Sex.
Good. Hot. Sex.
His gaze found hers, and she shifted on
her seat. While he erased the distance between them with long, graceful
strides, she parted her mouth. All of a sudden, it was like she had a freaking
cold. Air restricted in her lungs, she had to clear her throat. Twice.
“Look who’s here.”
“I… I was in the neighborhood.”
He threw his head back, and laughed.
“That’s right. You were in the neighborhood,” he said, a silver spark in his
eyes mocking her. “And no vagina dress?”
“A pity, I know.” Her lips broke into a
smile, and she lifted her hand to her neckline. She was burning. “I changed my
mind. Wanted to see how you can do this. Work all hours.”
“This is pleasure.”
She frowned. “How so?”
“I have a great team, they make it easy
for me.”
“Yes. I noticed that besides the
bouncers, they are all women,” she said, and wished she had a freaking filter.
She coughed. “Which is nice. Great.”
He gave out his hand. “Wanna dance?”
“Oh, I’m not really the best dancer,”
she said, and made a face she doubted came anywhere close to sexy. God. What
was wrong with her? She had been out of the dating pool for too long. Now…now
was the time to freaking change that. Live it up. Go girl.
“I’m not asking you to be Julliard
material. You can move your hips, right?”
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