Cara Summers - Flirting With Temptation

When it finally disappeared beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, Corie’s mouth went dry. She was suddenly aware of his scent—sunshine, sweat and something very male. She tried to turn her eyes away, to gather her thoughts. But it was useless.

“What are you doing here?” Jack asked.

Staring. That’s what she was doing, and her imagination kicked into overdrive, picturing what might happen if she had the courage to go to him now and with her hand, her tongue, follow the path that drop of water had taken.

“I thought…” In a minute she’d be able to speak coherently. But first she had to get her eyes off the waistband of his pants. Dragging her gaze up to meet his, she said, “You said we’d talk in the morning.”

“Talk. Yeah. What do you want to talk about?” he asked awkwardly.

Narrowing her gaze, Corie studied Jack, and for the first time noticed that he looked a little dazed. Could he possibly be feeling even a fraction of what she was experiencing? The possibility gave her courage. Tell the man what you want. Her friend’s words became a chant in her head.

Corie cleared her throat. “Well, I was thinking…I’d like to have hot, wild sex with you.”

Dear Reader,

Being a part of Temptation’s SINGLE IN THE CITY miniseries has been such fun. First the man-magnet skirt took Manhattan, and now it’s causing havoc in one of the most romantic cities in the world—San Francisco.

Small-town librarian Corie Benjamin wants to change her life! All she has to do is give in to temptation.

Temptation #1—Jack Kincaid’s offer to fly her to San Francisco. If she goes, she can kill two birds with one stone. She can meet the man Jack claims is her father and find out why her mother lied about his death, and she can turn herself into a whole new woman.

Temptation #2—a man-magnet skirt. Wearing it will supposedly increase her ability to attract men. Corie figures it’s just the ticket she needs to get everything she’s looking for.

Temptation #3—Jack Kincaid, who is exactly what she’s looking for, the perfect man to have a fling with in San Francisco.

How can a girl possibly say no?

I hope you have fun watching Jack and Corie struggle against temptation and their hearts’ desires. And if you want to discover how the man-magnet skirt got its start, visit eHarlequin.com and read my online story Single in San Francisco. For contests and excerpts of my upcoming books, visit carasummers.com and singleinthecity.org.

Happy reading,

Cara Summers

Flirting with Temptation

Cara Summers

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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To Heather MacAllister and Kristin Gabriel, my two writing cohorts in this Single in the City adventure. I have learned so much from working with the two of you. Thanks for the inspiration and the fun!

Prologue Prologue Dear Mrs. H, Spectacular! That’s the only word that I can think of to describe your wedding photos. Green was the perfect choice for the bridesmaids’ dresses. But then our tastes always did coincide. My research for my screenplay is going well. The two young women who have rented my apartment on a time-share basis are giving me lots of ideas. I’ve lent the man-magnet skirt to each of them, and the “adventure has begun”! The skirt hasn’t lost a bit of its power since you gave it to me. You wouldn’t believe some of the male visitors these two women have—from hunky construction workers to alien-abductee investigators. I kid you not! And I thought I’d seen everything while I was living in Manhattan. I’ve already accumulated copious notes. The path of true love never runs smoothly—even when it has a little help from a man-magnet skirt. As I mentioned in my last letter, I’ve had a devil of a time finding a third tenant, thanks to all the construction work on the other buildings on the block. And I do need the money. With any luck my old college roommate, Jack Kincaid, will come through for me. He has a line on a third young woman—a college librarian from Fairview, Ohio. If he can convince her to fly out here, I may have my best research subject yet. Her story has the potential for an Oscar-winning screenplay—murder, mayhem, old secrets from the past and, of course, true love. More later. Give my best to Pierre—and to Cleo and Antoine and their new litter of puppies. And let them know that the urban legend of the skirt is living on in San Francisco! Ta! Franco Rossi

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

Epilogue

Dear Mrs. H,

Spectacular! That’s the only word that I can think of to describe your wedding photos. Green was the perfect choice for the bridesmaids’ dresses. But then our tastes always did coincide.

My research for my screenplay is going well. The two young women who have rented my apartment on a time-share basis are giving me lots of ideas. I’ve lent the man-magnet skirt to each of them, and the “adventure has begun”! The skirt hasn’t lost a bit of its power since you gave it to me. You wouldn’t believe some of the male visitors these two women have—from hunky construction workers to alien-abductee investigators. I kid you not! And I thought I’d seen everything while I was living in Manhattan.

I’ve already accumulated copious notes. The path of true love never runs smoothly—even when it has a little help from a man-magnet skirt.

As I mentioned in my last letter, I’ve had a devil of a time finding a third tenant, thanks to all the construction work on the other buildings on the block. And I do need the money. With any luck my old college roommate, Jack Kincaid, will come through for me. He has a line on a third young woman—a college librarian from Fairview, Ohio. If he can convince her to fly out here, I may have my best research subject yet. Her story has the potential for an Oscar-winning screenplay—murder, mayhem, old secrets from the past and, of course, true love.

More later. Give my best to Pierre—and to Cleo and Antoine and their new litter of puppies. And let them know that the urban legend of the skirt is living on in San Francisco!

Ta!

Franco Rossi

SAN FRANCISCO, HERE I COME…

As she pulled her car into her driveway, Corie Benjamin tried to ignore the little tune that had been playing in her head all day. The moment she turned off the ignition, her gaze strayed to the overnight delivery envelope on the passenger seat. Inside was a plane ticket to San Francisco. Even though she hadn’t yet agreed to use it, Jack Kincaid had still sent it to her. The man knew how to tempt a woman.

She picked up the envelope and traced her finger along his name on the return address. The first time she’d heard from him, he’d left a message on her answering machine, telling her his name and how to reach him at the San Francisco Chronicle. Of course, none of the details had registered until she’d replayed the message. The first time she’d listened to it, she’d been totally absorbed in his voice. Soft velvet with sandpapery edges was the only way she could describe it, and each time she heard it, a tingle of awareness went right through her. She’d called him back, and what he’d told her had set her head spinning. If she would fly to San Francisco, he would help her meet her father.