Candace Shaw - Journey to Seduction

About the Author CANDACE SHAW was born and raised under the sunny skies of northwest Florida and knew she wanted to become a writer after reading Little Women in fourth grade. After graduating from the University of West Florida with a degree in elementary education, Candace began teaching and put her dream of becoming a writer on hold, until one summer vacation she started writing again and hasn’t stopped. When Candace is not writing or researching for a book, she’s reading, shopping, learning how to cook a new dish or spending time with her loving husband and their loyal, overprotective Weimaraner, Ali. She is currently working on her next fun, flirty and sexy romance novel. You can contact Candace on her website at candaceshaw.net , on Facebook at facebook.com/authorcandaceshaw or you can Tweet her at twitter.com/candace_shaw .

Acknowledgments Acknowledgments Acknowledgments 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 Copyright Thank you to the ladies of Building Relationships Around Books book club! You ladies rock!

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

Copyright

Chapter 1

“Anyone have any pain killers?” Sydney Chase asked the five other agents on her team of the Georgia Bureau of Investigation that sat around the conference room table. “I feel a headache coming on.” Actually, she felt light-headed, nauseous, hot and achy. Sydney would’ve thought she was having pregnancy symptoms if it wasn’t for the fact she was single and couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had sex. However, she couldn’t let the team made up of all men know that she felt like crap.

Once they all responded no, she waved it off and convinced herself that she’d be fine. She tried to place her concentration on her boss, Joseph Mumford, as he munched on a jelly-filled doughnut. They’d just wrapped up a big high-profile case, and Mumford was going around the table giving everyone accolades for a job well done.

“Syd,” he began, wearing a huge, fatherly grin, “I’m so proud of your level of expertise on this case. By figuring out the perps weaknesses, we were able to use them against him to bring that sucker down. You’re the best criminal profiler this organization has.”

Not only was she the best; she was also the youngest at age twenty-nine and the only female in her division.

She wiped the sweat that had formed on her hairline before it could trickle down her brow. “Thanks, Mumford,” she said, flashing him a smile as best as she could. “We all did an outstanding job.”

Syd glanced at her watch and hoped that he would hurry up and dismiss them. It was one o’clock in the afternoon on a Friday. It was also Valentine’s Day. While her only plans were to order a pizza, sip a cool glass of white zinfandel and watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s , she needed to beat the Atlanta rush hour and dinner traffic. She lived in the downtown area of Decatur, where all the popular restaurants would be overcrowded with couples celebrating a day she couldn’t care less about. She wanted to make it home before she sat stuck in traffic. She chastised herself for driving her Mustang that day. She should’ve ridden her pink Harley so she could’ve weaved in and out of the cars.

Thirty minutes later, she was grateful to head back to her office to grab her purse and coat so she could skedaddle to the parking lot before the technical analyst—who had a crush on her—asked her out for the hundredth time that day.

When she reached her office, Sydney made a beeline to the desk drawer to grab her purse but instead she stopped in her tracks. Her heart thumped hard against her chest as if it were being kicked by a dinosaur’s foot. The sweat she’d tried to suppress earlier rushed down her brow. She staggered toward her desk chair but stumbled as she reached out for it, falling onto the floor with the chair following. The last sound she heard in the distance was Mumford yelling her name in a panic-stricken tone just as darkness engulfed her.

* * *

“Calm down, Megan,” Bryce Monroe spoke in a soothing tone to his brother’s wife. She was already a fast talker but when she was nervous or overly excited, he couldn’t understand her at all. “Now slowly repeat what you said.” He tossed his name plate in a box, grabbed it up and strode out of the office doors of Baxter, Clemmons and Strouse for the last time without looking back.

Megan Chase-Monroe took a deep breath. “I just spoke to Syd. She passed out at work from exhaustion and dehydration. She said she’s fine, but I’m worried sick. Goodness, I wish I was there, but Steven and I just landed in Hilton Head for Valentine’s weekend.”

The fear in her voice seeped through the phone, and he had a feeling where this conversation was going. He dreaded the outcome.

“Where’s Braxton?” he questioned, wondering why Megan called him and not their big, overprotective brother.

“He’s out of town with his jazz band, and Syd made me promise not to call our parents.”

Bryce let out a long sigh. “Where is she?”

“DeKalb Medical Center.” He heard a hopeful tone in her response.

“Okay, I’ll swing by there on my way home. Will that make you feel better?” He nodded and smiled at a few people who were still in the law firm finishing up important cases, some of which used to belong to him. He couldn’t focus on that at the present moment. His sister-in-law was distraught over her twin sister. The twin sister that disliked him... No, wait...hated him.

“Thank you so much, Bryce. I sincerely appreciate this.”

He stepped onto the elevator and pushed the ground floor button. “No problem. I’ll call you later with an update.”

Bryce chuckled. His original plans for the evening were to go home, drink a beer and watch Miami beat whoever they were playing. But this unwelcomed distraction might be just what he needed to get his mind off the fact that he’d just quit his job at one of the top law firms in the country. He’d worked his ass off for the past seven years at the firm, and at age thirty-two, was the youngest junior partner amid men ten years his senior. However, over a month ago, the senior partners had informed him that he would never make it to their position. That was all the ammunition he needed to change his current situation. Shortly thereafter, he’d submitted his two-week notice.

After placing the box into the trunk of his black Mercedes S-65 AMG, he slammed it a little too hard and unloosened his Burberry tie as he thought about his upcoming task. He’d known Sydney Chase for about five years. They ran in the same circles, and, considering he was a criminal defense attorney, some of his clients had been arrested by her division of the GBI. Their conversations were always heated. And she was ruthless. Sydney never backed down during court hearings whenever she was called to the stand to give her opinion as a criminal profiler. However, he rarely lost a case, and she’d often glare at him when the jury would read the not guilty verdicts. He’d wink and offer her his most gracious smile, which always resulted in a huff and an eye roll from her. Then she’d swing her head away from his gaze as her sexy, layered bob cut swooshed across her delicate face.

When his older brother, Steven, married her twin sister a year ago, Bryce tried to be cordial whenever he saw Sydney at family gatherings. She’d ignore him unless the topic was an upcoming case. Their conversations would then become intense, and he sometimes figured if he’d just kiss her luscious lips then maybe she’d be quiet for once. He’d definitely found her attractive when he’d first laid eyes on her across the courtroom some years ago, but her stubbornness and aloofness toward him had changed his mind about ever asking her out. Though there was something about her that still always held his attention. He sometimes looked forward to their heated discussions just to see her cinnamon eyes turn chocolate and the quiver of her lips while she disagreed with him.