Intent To Seduce. Cara Summers

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      “If you’re not waiting for someone…”

      Lucas’s eyes shot open. That voice belonged to Mac, but the blonde standing a few feet away from his table looked like a stranger.

      The woman wore a bright red skirt, barely the length of a dinner napkin. It fit her like a second skin and seemed to stop where her legs began. Lucas’s mouth went dry. Was she wearing anything beneath it?

      “You like?” She whirled in front of him, causing the skirt to inch up even higher.

      Lucas dragged his eyes from the miraculous legs up her body. Beneath the stretchy fabric of her tank top, he could see the outline of her perfect breasts, beaded with excitement. Her blond hair was mussed, as if some man had just run his hands through it several times. And her eyes—they were huge, heavy-lidded…but there was no mistaking that golden-brown color.

      “Mac, what in hell are you doing?”

      In a flash, she slid in beside him in the back of the booth. “Shh.” She gave him a slow wink. “You’re mistaken. I’m not Mac. I’m Sally. And you’re…John. We’re complete strangers.” She slipped a finger beneath his shirt, popping the first button free of its hole, then moving on to the next. “Feel like getting lucky, John?”

      Dear Reader,

      Is seduction a science or an art?

      The brilliant Dr. MacKenzie Lloyd firmly believes it’s a science and that all she has to do to keep her future husband from straying is to become skilled in pleasing a man in bed. Her plan for acquiring that expertise is the same three-step process that has brought her so much success in the lab.

      Step 1: gather data on male sexual fantasies

      Step 2: formulate some theories

      Step 3: put those theories into practice, practice, practice!

      But when Mac starts to practice her techniques on sexy CEO Lucas Wainwright, her plan hits a few unforeseen snags….

      I love writing books about women who have the courage to take risks. And writing my first Blaze novel has allowed me to do just that. It’s also been about the most fun a girl can have—unless, of course, she decides to try some of Mac’s research out for herself….

      I’d love to know what you think about my first Blaze book. You can write to me at P.O. Box 718, Fayetteville, NY 13066, or visit my Web site at www.carasummers.com.

      Enjoy,

      Cara Summers

      Intent to Seduce

      Cara Summers

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      To my sister-in-law and friend, Julie Oliver Fulgenzi—the risk-taker who married my brother. Thanks for always being there and for being the voice of reason. I love you.

      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

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Epilogue

      1

      “LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT,” Sophie said. “You’re planning to ask some man to offer himself up as a sex object so that you can practice on him?”

      “Sex object isn’t exactly the word I would have chosen.” MacKenzie Lloyd kept her gaze locked on her best friend. Just as long as she didn’t look down at the ground, the bubbles of panic rolling around in her stomach were going to subside. “I’ve conducted all these surveys on techniques and collected all this narrative data on male sexual fantasies. The next step is to test its validity in the field. What I need now is a research companion.”

      Sophie rolled her eyes. “Okay, nix sex object. We’ll go with research companion. But I got the practice part right. You’re not quibbling over semantics there.”

      Sophie was clearly upset. Mac could tell by the way she slapped her wineglass down and began to tap her fingers on the wide-planked floor of the tree house. They were seated just outside the doorway on a narrow platform. Only a small, flimsy railing separated them from a drop to the ground thirty feet below. If she let herself think about that…

      Biting down on her lip, she fought against the sudden spin of dizziness that whipped through her. She would have been just fine if she hadn’t glanced down on her climb-up-the-rope ladder. It had been the laughter from the tennis courts that had distracted her. The sound floated up again, bright, rich and infectious, but this time she resisted the temptation to look to her left beyond the hedge of forsythia bushes where four Wainrights were playing.

      Tomorrow was Sophie Wainright’s birthday, and the entire clan had gathered to celebrate it. Family was important to the Wainrights. It was something Mac had always admired about them—and envied.

      What she intended to do was the best chance she had of creating and preserving that kind of family for herself.

      “I know what I’m doing, Sophie.”

      “Do you?”

      “I’ve been very thorough in my research, and I’ve learned so much.”

      Sophie rolled her eyes. “Some research. You’ve interviewed hookers and madams.”

      “Madame Gervais does not refer to herself as a madam. She runs a very exclusive finishing school for female companions. It’s really more like a matchmaking service. Most of the girls she’s trained have married the men she’s introduced them to. They’re really very bright women. The only difference between them and me is that they were very beautiful and very skilled at pleasuring a man in bed.”

      “And they shared all their secrets with you?”

      Mac studied her friend. In addition to the worry in Sophie’s eyes, she saw curiosity. Leaning a little closer, she said, “Pretty much. Did you know that if you wrap a string of pearls around a