Second chances and a secret baby…with a twist!
Jack Sullivan has seduced some of the world’s
most beautiful women. As a notorious, world-renowned photographer, his affairs
are always hot, always scandalous—and never satisfying. So when he has a chance
for a wild fling with high school sweetheart, he can’t resist. Only Angela
Harris isn’t so sweet anymore. She has a secret that will rock him to his core
and change his life forever. Their sultry reunion proves the bad boy can be
seduced…but can he be reformed?
Note from Julie
Leto:
Old...or new?
I want to be entirely up front with my readers...Seducing the BAD BOY is
a revised version of my very first book, Seducing Sullivan, which was published
in 1998. I never dreamed I'd ever get the rights back and in fact, I'd
even taken a couple of years off of writing for various reasons and was
struggling with how to jumpstart my career. Then, like a gift, I learned
that Harlequin was reverting the rights. I never expected to have a
second chance with this book...but as it is a book about second chances, it was
fitting!
But I didn't
want to just update the technology and slap it online. I wanted it to be
the debut of the "new and improved" me...writing-wise, at least.
So I decided to do a major revision, expanding and exploring the characters
and romance more in-depth. I added a secondary storyline that would
connect this book to others I'd had reverted, thus the Kiss & Tell series
was born. If readers are new to my work, I know they'll enjoy this
super-hot, sexy contemporary romance. If readers read the original, I
have no doubt they will find it familiar, but with the new material, it may
well surprise them! Either way, I'm excited to be writing and publishing
again and I'm grateful to readers who are willing to give the book a chance!
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Exclusive Excerpt:
Jack
held his breath, fighting the urge to kiss her right then and there. All
night, he’d been amazed at the changes in his “sweet, innocent angel,” and he’d
wondered how much was real and how much was an act meant to punish him for
breaking her heart in high school.
When she started down the walkway toward the beach, he hoped for
punishment—long, unending torture like what he felt as she glided away with a
wanton swing to her hips.
He followed Angela out the door, over and across the deck, where
she stopped to wait for him at the three-foot stone wall separating the resort
from the beach. Moonlight glinted off foamy waves breaking gently on the shore
about fifty yards away. A touch of the silver shine caught a diamond on
Angela’s earring and beckoned Jack to her like a light to a lost mariner.
Memories of Angela had always drifted back now and then over the
years. Her willful eyes and her stubborn pout flashed into his mind often at
the strangest times. And since he’d received the invite to the reunion, with
growing frequency. He’d received the email only weeks after Lily’s betrayal.
He’d been devastated. Broken in places he hadn’t known existed.
The invitation, almost a non-sequitur, seemed like a perfect way to reboot what
was turning into a blue-screen-of-death life.
Angela would be there. Angela, who had always been honest,
straight-forward and caring. Angela, who had always told him the truth, even
when it wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
And here she was. Ready and willing to fulfill a fantasy he’d had
for over a decade.
She’d been on his mind constantly since he’d checked the “yes” box
on the RSVP. He’d have written his renewed interest off to the consequences of
first love syndrome, but they’d never been in love. How could they have been?
They’d been too young to know what love was. He’d been in lust, for sure.
Fire-hot, cold-sweat, prepubescent lust. But sweet, prudish, obstinate Angela
had refused to give in when he’d wanted to and when she’d finally changed his
mind, he’d decided the stakes had been too high.
Now, they were on even ground. They were both consenting adults.
From the look of things, Angela was no longer afraid of her sensual side. In
fact, she embraced it. How lucky could he be?
“Do you remember taking me to the beach that one time after the
basketball game?” Leaning against the wall, she lifted her ankle to unbuckle
the thin strap of one of her spiky silver heels. Her slim calves flexed and
shimmered. All thoughts of his needs—except a physical one—vanished.
He knelt beside her and stared intently upward, aching to touch
her. “We live in Florida. We went to the beach a lot.”
She slid her foot closer to him, accepting his invitation to help
remove her shoes.
“Yeah, but this time was particularly memorable.”
For a moment, Jack couldn’t remember anything. His mind focused
solely on her slim ankle and shapely calf. Before he worked the tiny buckle of
the strap, he smoothed his hands over the soft silk of her stocking, imagining
the feel of her skin. When she nearly pulled away but didn’t, he looked up and caught
her biting her bottom lip.
She cleared her throat. “It was after the game where you’d missed
that three-pointer.”
The memory flashed. “As I recall, you wouldn’t get out of the
car.”
“You had a blanket in the backseat and a look in your eyes that
said you had something to prove. It was terrifying.”
“You don’t look scared now.”
She slid her hands down, then under her skirt and closed her
fingers around shiny black garter snaps.
“A lot has changed in a decade, Jack.”
Jack’s mouth went dry. “I can see that.”
“Can you?”
In the uncertain light, what he thought he saw was her shaking
hands. Did she want him as much as he wanted her or was she still afraid? All
evening, she’d watched him with a bold curiosity that questioned and promised
at the same time. Every signal, right down to her naughty lingerie, conveyed
seductive intentions. It crossed his mind that she’d come to the reunion
specifically to have him, though he tried to muster enough humility to wonder
if he was being cocky.
This is Angela Harris. The one
girl who had the good sense to keep you from flopping on top of her.
But then she took his hands and guided them to her garters. The
tightening in his groin increased.
She leaned forward and traced his ear with tiny, gentle strokes.
“Now you have the idea.”
