Seducing Sullivan
ANGELA HARRIS placed one manicured nail between her teeth, aching to bite the scarlet enamel. She thought she'd cured herself of the habit years ago. But old ways died hard, especially when she stood outside her ten-year reunion staring at an eighteen-by-twenty-seven enlargement of a picture Jack Sullivan had taken of her at their first high school dance.
"It's like staring in a mirror, isn't it?"
Jack's deep, resonant voice drifted past the soft background music and chatter coming from the ballroom behind him. On a current of wine-sweetened breath, his words swept over her bare shoulder and caressed the sensitive shell of her ear. Her jaw slackened, releasing her captive nail from her teeth.
Show time. "I can't remember being that person," she lied, not ready to turn and face the man who'd snapped the shot when he was a yearbook staffer and not a well-known professional photographer. Not that she hadn't spent the majority of the reunion's kick-off cocktail party staring at him. While she had given the impression of listening attentively to former classmates, she'd watched Jack do the same across the room. She studied his square-jawed face, wh ... read full excerpt from Seducing Sullivan ebook
