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      “Live the magic,” Quint murmured

      Jorgie hadn’t realized Quint had been inching his body closer, but now she felt his thigh pressed against hers and his hand had slipped from her shoulders to her waist. He was reaching up with his other hand to gently stroke her cheek.

      He gazed into her eyes. He was going to kiss her. She should move. But Jorgie was caught up in the moment. By the singing gondolier, by the Grand Canal, by the full moon rising over the Venetian sky, by the dark water and the summer breeze and Quint, Quint, Quint.

      Slowly she closed her eyes, puckered her lips and waited. And when his mouth touched hers, she understood the true appeal of Casanova.

      He made a woman feel cherished and adored.

      Dear Reader,

      Did you ever have a schoolgirl crush on the cute older guy in your neighborhood? Do you remember the way your heart beat faster whenever you caught a glimpse of him mowing his lawn without a shirt on? And how you spent those long summer nights imagining he was trailing his calloused masculine fingers over your tender feminine flesh? Well, Jorgie Gerard sure did, even though she’d almost forgotten about her teenage infatuation with Quint Mason. That is, until she runs into him in the airport on her way to an erotic, adults-only vacation in Venice, Italy.

      What Jorgie doesn’t realize is that Quint has fond memories of her, as well. Nor does she know that he’s really an undercover agent on his way to the same resort destination, posing as a guest lecturer and expert on Casanova in order to catch a criminal. By day he does his job, but by night…oh, the heat of the wicked Venetian evenings spent alone with Jorgie…Quint is beginning to realize this could very well be his last seduction.

      I hope you enjoy His Final Seduction. Visit my Web site, www.loriwilde.com, for news on upcoming books and more!

      Happy reading,

      Lori Wilde

      Lori Wilde

      HIS FINAL SEDUCTION

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Lori Wilde is the author of forty books. She’s been nominated for a RITA^® Award and four RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Awards. Her books have been excerpted in Cosmopolitan, Redbook and Quick & Simple. Lori teaches writing online through Ed2go. She’s also an R.N. trained in forensics, and volunteers at a women’s shelter. Visit her Web site at www.loriwilde.com.

      Books by Lori Wilde

      HARLEQUIN BLAZE

      30—A TOUCH OF SILK

      66—A THRILL TO REMEMBER

      106—PACKED WITH PLEASURE

      123—AS YOU LIKE IT

      152—GOTTA HAVE IT

      175—SHOCKINGLY SENSUAL

      230—ANGELS AND OUTLAWS*

      260—DESTINY’S HAND*

      346—MY SECRET LIFE**

      399—CROSSING THE LINE†

      411—SECRET SEDUCTION†

      423—LETHAL EXPOSURE†

      463—THE RIGHT STUFF††

      506—ZERO CONTROL

      To the staff at eHarlequin, who all work so hard to

       get the word out about our books.

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      1

      Something Sexy in the Air

      —Eros Airlines

      SEX HAD NEVER LOOKED so intriguing.

      Or so scary.

      That’s precisely the point. You need to step outside your comfort zone.

      Jorgina Gerard closed the glossy brochure, featuring Eros Airlines and Fantasy Resort erotic vacation packages, and fanned herself with it. She was alarmed that her body was suddenly aroused at—of all places—the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport ticket kiosk. Mentally, she gave herself a shake. What was the matter with her?

      Um, could it be because you haven’t had sex since your boyfriend dumped you?

      Cringing, Jorgie bit down on her bottom lip. All around her there was bustling activity—business travelers rolling their carry-on bags toward the taxi stands, separated lovers reuniting with heartfelt hugs, harried moms and dads herding ebullient children away from the enticing dangers of escalators and baggage carousels.

      What was she doing? Why had she let her best friend since kindergarten, Avery Bodel, talk her into this? Was she insane? Embarking on an exotic itinerary dubbed with the provocative title Make Love Like A Courtesan. She didn’t need sex lessons. She was twenty-five. She watched cable television. She’d been in a serious relationship and…and…

      And as Brian had walked out the door he’d tossed the accusation over his shoulder. “You’re just too damned conventional in the sack, Jorgina. Men need variety, excitement, danger.”

      Danger? Jorgie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe she wasn’t the problem, maybe it was Brian.

      And if Brian was the problem, then she didn’t need to be here, right? She just needed to find some guy who could appreciate conventional.

      “You know,” she began, turning to her friend. This week, Avery’s hair was dyed the color of muscat grapes—a deep hue of acrid purple. As a hairdresser, Avery changed her hair style and color as often as most people changed clothes. “Maybe this—”

      “Oh, no,” said Avery. She wrapped a restraining hand around Jorgie’s wrist. “You are not!”

      “Not what?” Jorgie asked, but her voice came out high and squeaky, giving her away.

      “You’re not fooling me. I’ve known you too long. You’ve got that I’m-gonna-run-away-from-fun look in your eyes. Same look you had in eighth grade when we played Spin The Bottle at Miley Kinslow’s birthday party and it pointed to the guy you’d been mooning over.”

      “Quint Mason,” Jorgie supplied, wondering if he liked conventional girls.

      She’d had a puppy-love crush on Quint for the entire school year and he barely knew she existed. If she squeezed her eyes closed tightly enough, she could still see him as he’d looked then—lanky, medium brown hair, a devilish grin that melted tweenaged hearts. Of course as a tenth grader, he’d never given her the time of day and she’d been far too shy to even say boo to him, but she’d been besotted. Jorgie sighed. She’d been getting it wrong with the opposite sex ever since.

      Wonder what ever happened to him? Then she remembered