DON'T TEMPT ME
Chapter One
Paris, France-1780
He was the sort of man who could enslave a woman with
a single glance.
A glance such as the one he was presently giving to her.
Lynette Baillon watched the notorious Simon Quinn with
similar shamelessness, admiring the raven blackness of his
hair and the brilliant blue of his eyes.
Quinn lounged against a fluted column in the Baroness
Orlinda's ballroom, his arms crossing his broad chest and one
ankle hooked carelessly over the other. He looked both leisurely
and alert, a dichotomy she had noted the first time she saw
him riding through the moonlit Parisian streets. Tonight he
was dressed in somber shades of dark blue and gray, a combination
that created an understated elegance she found extremely
appealing. Amid the flagrantly sensual theme of the
intimate gathering-candles scented of exotic spices, chaises
cleverly hidden by a faux forest, and servants dressed in revealing
costume-he was austerely attractive. His quiet intensity
was far more alluring than the deportment of those
who cavorted in blatant rut.
For her part, she was dressed in wh ... read full excerpt from: Don't Tempt me ebook