“I love you, Anna. Not for your beauty, although there is plenty of that. No, I love that you are irritated with me right now, that you give your time to help those children, and I also love the fact that you probably have more courage than a woman should have. You are too intelligent for your own good. And I particularly love the way you call me Danny.”
“Truly?”
He nodded. “So, will you marry me, love me?”
Tears of happiness streamed down her face. “Oh, Daniel, I have loved you for so very long.” She hugged him then. “Yes. Yes, I will marry you.”
“Now that is cleared up, I have gone two days without touching you and it has been driving me insane.”
She giggled and tried to bat his hands away.
“Danny, we can’t. You are not well enough, and besides the door isn’t locked.”
“Higgens.”
The door opened slightly. “Yes, my lord.”
“Shut the door and lock it.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Knowing his order would be obeyed, he smiled at Anna. “I assure you, I am well enough for certain activities.”
The mischievous light in her eyes, the way her lips curved in invitation, was all he needed. His blood heated, his heart expanding with the love he saw there in her gaze.
“I do love you, Anna.”
“Show me, Danny.”
He smiled as he moved his mouth over hers, her sigh of pleasure filling the air as the bright sun lightened the room. She was his. Forever.
About the Author
Born to an Air Force family at an Army hospital, Melissa has always been a little bit screwy. She was further warped by her years of watching Monty Python and her strange family. Her love of romance novels developed after accidentally picking up a Linda Howard book. Since her first release in 2004, Melissa has had close to 30 short stories, novellas and novels released with seven different publishers in a variety of genres and time periods. Those releases included an Eppie nomination and two CAPA nominations, along with a multitude of best sellers. Her contemporary, A Little Harmless Sex became an international best seller in June of 2005 and was named one of the 100 best selling Nookbooks of 2010.
Since she was a military brat, she vowed never to marry military. Alas, Fate always has her way with mortals. Her husband is an Air Force major, and together they have their own military brats, two girls, an adopted dog daughter and they live wherever the military sticks them. Which until recently always involved heat and bugs only seen on the Animal Discovery Channel. In her spare time, she reads, complains about bugs, travels, cooks, reads some more, and tries to convince her family that she truly is a delicate genius. She has yet to achieve her last goal.
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Look for these titles by Melissa Schroeder
Now Available:
Grace Under Pressure
The Seduction of Widow McEwan
Harmless
A Little Harmless Sex
A Little Harmless Pleasure
A Little Harmless Obsession
A Little Harmless Lie
Once Upon an Accident
The Accidental Countess
Lessons in Seduction
The Spy Who Loved Her
Coming Soon:
A Little Harmless Addiction
The Last Detail
Purgatory: Devil’s Rise
Being a spinster was much easier than becoming the accidental countess and it definitely didn’t prepare her for falling in love.
The Accidental Countess
© 2007 Melissa Schroeder
Once Upon an Accident, Book 1
Colleen MacGregor doesn’t like rich men, especially rich titled men. Still, her guilt won’t allow her to leave Sebastian passed out in the snow. Before he can leave, they are caught in a compromising situation. Under an agreement he will leave and never bother her again, Colleen marries a man she barely knows to save her reputation. Before she can really stop anything, she is whisked to London, where she is transformed into an Original and captures the attention of the ton—not to mention her husband.
Sebastian Ware thinks he’ll never see the sharp-tongued spinster again. He never planned on becoming the next Earl of Penwyth…or on falling in love. But before he can declare his feelings, he must protect her from an enemy who wants them both dead. Racing against the clock, Sebastian strives to save them both so he can turn their accidental love into a love for eternity.
Warning this title contains the following: somewhat explicit love scenes, drunken earls, irritating relatives and bathing activities that leave the floor wet and the hero and heroine exhausted.
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Accidental Countess:
“Jameson, I can undressh myshelf,” Sebastian slurred loud enough for everyone on Curzon Street to hear.
Colleen opened her eyes, her husband’s voice bringing her out of a sound sleep. She sat up, testing her body. No more dizziness and just a few aches. She grabbed her spectacles off her nightstand and donned them and her wrapper. She rose out of bed and crept to the door she assumed connected her chamber to her husband’s room.
“I’ll tell you when I want some help from you, Jameson. This ish not one of those times.”
Jameson’s “Yes, my lord” was barely audible.
The door opened then closed, telling Colleen that her husband must be alone. She waited, wondering if she should interrupt him to make sure he could make it to bed.
“Bloody hell!” he yelled, which was followed by the sound of a large body falling to the floor. Colleen threw the door open and rushed into the room to find her husband in much the same condition as she had found him that very first time. Laid out flat on the floor. Only this time he was fully awake, a sloppy drunken grin on his face.
Impatience and resentment sped through her. Not twenty-four hours in London, and the idiot was drunk as a sailor.
“Ahhh, wife. I see that you have rushed to my rescue again. I can’t seem to get the other sleeve off.”
It was then that she realized Sebastian was bare-chested, one arm still tangled in the sleeve. She hadn’t seen him like this since she had nursed him back to health, and he had been incoherent at the time. But as he struggled with his sleeve, she couldn’t take her eyes off the great expanse of golden skin before her.
He should look ridiculous, fighting with his linen shirt for freedom. But for some reason, Colleen found herself a bit more entranced by the sight. She didn’t know if it was the boyish frown on his sensuous lips or the tingle of warmth chasing down her spine as she gazed at his chest. Either way, she couldn’t prevent the laugh that bubbled up.
He stopped his struggles and stared at her with such an intensity all the breath tangled in her throat, and her laughter died.
“You should do that more often.” His lips curved and his eyes darkened. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard you laugh before, not like that.” Then he shook his head. “No, once. Once I heard you laugh like that.”
She shifted from foot to foot. Uncomfortable with the warmth spreading into her belly at the sound of his deepened voice and frank appraisal, she lashed out, “I don’t have much to laugh about, do I, my lord?”
Instead of pulling back from her as she had intended, his eyes warmed. “You’ve had a hard life, haven’t you?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Her voice was stiff as was her spine. Standing next to the bed, with Sebastian sitting on the floor half-naked, was not good for her composure. She was trying not to stare at him, especially the wa
y his copper nipples had puckered against the chill in the room.
“You’re an orphan, and your sister died last year. You’re alone in the world.”
“I’m not an orphan.” She bit off each word. Mortification that he pitied her caused her tone to sharpen. “I was practically an adult by the time my mother passed on. And I’m married to you, so I am not alone in the world.”
Why she added that last bit of information she did not know, but regretted it the moment his lips curved and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.
“Of course, you have me.” He placed his free hand on the bed and hoisted himself off the floor.
Suddenly, he was no longer the drunken rogue but something much more dangerous. He’d moved so close, the very heat of him warmed her. She took a step back.
His shirt still dangled from one arm, his smile turned completely seductive and his eyes darkened to cobalt. He took a step forward. His bay-rum scent, mixed with the scent of brandy, surrounded her, seduced her.
“You know, Colleen, you look rather fetching in that gown.”
Her stomach clenched at the sloppy compliment. A whisper of need crawled into her heart and she pushed it away. She wouldn’t fall for a charmer. In the end, she would be left lonely by a man who found solace with other women. But even as she hardened her heart against him, she couldn’t fight a smile as she watched him try to remove his shirt with the cufflink still fastened.
“Sebastian, you need to sit down and I’ll help you. Why didn’t you let Jameson help you?”
His whole body stilled. Colleen sensed that his every muscle was tensed and ready to pounce.
“Say that again.”
“Why didn’t you let—?”
“No, say my name. Say Sebastian.”
The air between them thickened. She swallowed as she tried to calm her heart. The intensity in his eyes took her breath away. “Sebastian.”
“I like it when you say my name.” His voice had deepened, causing her blood to rush through her. It danced along her nerve endings and the tingling warmth in her belly now slid between her thighs.
“Sebastian,” she said sharply.
He chuckled, and the sound of it vibrated across her senses. “Even when you sound like a prude you make me hard.”
His blunt words should have embarrassed her or enraged her. Instead, a tiny zing of happiness shot through her blood. She tried her best to squelch her rising desire, but it was hard when a man like her husband admitted to his attraction to her.
“I can’t seem to get this off.” He was swinging his arm back and forth, still attempting to get his arm free of his shirt.
“Here. Sit on the bed, and I’ll help.”
Obediently he sat, his lips still curved into a smile so enticing she had to count backwards from ten trying to ignore it. Then count again.
“I never thought I’d hear you say those words, Colleen.” The dip in his voice could only be termed flirtatious.
“Oh, shut up, you drunken sod,” she said, attempting to disregard the flare of desire his words had caused.
She worked the gold cufflink free of its hole and yanked the shirt off him. Even in the dim candlelight, she could see his muscles flex beneath his golden skin each time he moved. She fought the urge to run her fingers over his muscled chest, to glide them over his warm skin.
“I’m going back to my room.” She had to. He was entirely too attractive with his lips quirked in invitation and his chest bare for her hands to explore.
“But I need help with my pants.”
She heard the amusement in his voice and suppressed a smile. She shouldn’t be amused at his clumsy attempts at seduction, should she?
“Call Jameson.” She turned to leave when his next statement stopped her.
“But I want you to help me, Colleen.” His voice was such a mixture of petulant boy and seductive man that her traitorous heart softened.
She turned and found him sitting in the same spot, and although he still seemed amused, she sensed a deeper vibration between them. Something so strong it wiped every thought from her brain as she watched him raise his hand to her.
For a moment, she hesitated. She didn’t know what he expected from her if she accepted that hand. Even as she yearned to lose herself in his warmth, she still had some concept she could convince him they needed to seek an annulment. For so many—too many—reasons she knew it was for the best. But freeing herself from his influence, and this attraction she had for him, would be the most important.
Never in her life had a man’s smile twisted her insides and made her want something…more. The ache in her heart had started the day she found him, and it was growing every day. If she allowed him to ease the pain of loneliness she had fought for so many years, she didn’t know if she would survive when he left.
“I don’t bite unless asked.” His teasing tone was almost her undoing. How long had it been since she’d had someone to share a jest with? She craved that as much as she craved his kisses. “I just need some help and then I’ll leave you be. My fingers just don’t seem to want to work.”
It was a lie, she was sure of it. But the more she tried to keep her composure rigid, the more she found herself softening. He would hurt her in the end. She knew it and he knew it. But in the dark, Colleen allowed the need she’d ignored most of her life to push her forward. She stepped closer and took his hand.
His breath escaped in a sigh, as if he had been worried she’d deny his request. His large, warm fingers wrapped around her hand.
“You’re as cold as ice,” he said, his voice now a whisper that stirred longings and desires she’d never known dwelled within her.
He pulled her closer, his hand still firmly gripping hers. He urged her into the vee of his legs. Her breasts, now level with his eyes, swelled and grew heavy, and her nipples tightened almost painfully.
“You need to stand so I can get your pants off you.”
He chuckled again. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, love. You don’t have to be standing to do that.”
The next instant, he tugged her onto the bed and rolled on top of her. His hardened body covered her from head to toe. His arousal pressed against her most private parts.
“Now, let’s talk about your helping me with my pants.”
Falling for her might be easy, seducing her may be damned hard, but keeping her alive might just be deadly.
A Little Harmless Lie
© 2010 Melissa Schroeder
Harmless, Book 4
Coming from nothing, Micah Ross now has more than he knows what to do with. His Hawaii BDSM club is flourishing, and he has his pick of women. Except one. Dee Sumners is cute, sexy, feisty…and, since she’s on his payroll, off-limits. Plus, she insists she isn’t into the life. Until one heated kiss hints that his head bartender secretly hungers to be his sub.
Life on the run doesn’t allow Dee to indulge in long-term relationships. Still, Micah manages to work his way through her tough armor and under her skin. Yet even as she succumbs to his skilled seduction, her survival instinct forms a plan to leave the island she has grown to love—and the man she’s in danger of loving.
When Dee disappears, Micah’s anger turns to fear when he realizes she didn’t leave willingly. Calling on his skills as a former bounty hunter, he tracks her to the mainland only to discover she is entangled in a web of lies and deceit that not only threatens their love, but her life.
Warning: This book contains more Hawaiian settings, a Native American Dom who always thinks he’s right, a woman on the run, sexy kisses, murderous relatives, a trip to Sin City, and a seduction that is sweet and hot and everything in between. Ice water and a towel are recommended while reading.
Enjoy the following excerpt for A Little Harmless Lie:
He was watching her again.
Dee mixed a Colorado Bulldog as she rolled her shoulders, but it didn’t get rid of the feeling that Micah Ross was watching her. He’d been doing it most of the night and it was ma
king her damned self-conscious.
“Is there something wrong?”
She looked up at Keisha and smiled. The tall black woman had become one of her few friends since moving to the islands two years earlier. “Nope. Just a feeling.”
“Oh, you mean the boss?”
She glanced up sharply and Keisha’s smile widened. “It’s kind of funny how he watches you all the time.”
“Well, I don’t like it. Makes me think he doesn’t trust me.” And while she did lie about some things, she had always been trustworthy in her job.
“Uh, honey, that’s not why he watches you.”
She turned to pull a beer. “Yeah, why else would he do it?”
Keisha said nothing and Dee looked up. Her friend rolled her eyes. “Are you that stupid?”
No, she wasn’t. Most men were easy to read. They wanted one thing, and one thing only from her. Well, two things. First, their booze, then they wanted sex. She had avoided the second problem while making a good living off the first. Either way, she didn’t like deep men. Those men were dangerous. They could hide things from you. Things that could end up getting you killed.
Micah Ross was deeper than any man she had met.
“There’s a pool going,” Keisha said.
That caused Dee to come to a dead stop. “A pool?”
“Yeah, we want to know how long it will be before Ross can’t control himself. I have dibs on two weeks from Tuesday and I really want to go back to the mainland to see my mom.”
“It’s that high?”
Keisha laughed as she hoisted her tray up. “Honey, it’s been building the last six months.”
With that, she turned and sashayed through the crowd. Dammit, Dee hated that. She didn’t need people speculating what was going on between her and Ross. She didn’t like gossip. It made her too interesting. That would cause her too many problems to count.
She rubbed her forehead and tried to get her mind back on work. It was bad enough she’d dreamt of him more than once in the last few months. Who wouldn’t, she thought with irritation. He was gorgeous. Not the usual pretty boy, he was tall, over six feet, with long straight hair, a proud Native American nose and Jesus, his body. She’d seen him just about naked since he’d paired up with subs for the crowd a few times when she first started working there. Saying the man was built just didn’t do him justice. Sinewy muscles, golden skin, not to mention a world-class ass.
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