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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.
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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
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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