THE ULTIMATE SEDUCTION – On sale July 15, 2014
About the book –
“I’m about to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”
Tiffany Davis takes her first delicious step into the exclusive masquerade ball hosted by the secretive Q Virtus gentleman’s club. Here, behind the mask, Tiffany can hide her scars and reveal her true self—a powerful businesswoman with an offer for the president of Bregnovia, Ryzard Vrbancic.
Astounded by her audacity, only the fire in Tiffany’s eyes makes Ryzard look twice. He has no interest in her business deal, but the promise of a woman who can match his ruthless determination makes him eager to seduce from her the one thing she’s not offering….
Ryzard followed the man’s gaze and his entire being crackled to attention.
Well beyond the pool’s light, in a corner mostly blocked by a buffet table and ice sculpture, a woman undulated like a cobra, utterly fascinating in her hypnotic movements timed perfectly with the music. Her splayed hands slid down her body with sexy knowledge, her hips popped in time to the beat, and her feet kick-stepped into motion.
She twirled. The motion lifted her brassy curls like a skirt before she planted her feet wide and swayed her weight between them. The flex of her spine gave way to a roll of her hips, and she was back into motion again.
Setting down his drink, Ryzard beelined toward her. He couldn’t tell if the woman had a partner, but it didn’t matter. He was cutting in.
She was alone, lifting her arms to gather her hair, eyes closed as she felt the music as much as heard it. She arched and stretched—
He caught her around the waist and used the shocked press of her hands at his shoulders to push her into accepting his lead, stepping into her space, then retreating, bringing her with him. As he moved her into a side step, she recovered, matching his move while her gaze pinned to his.
He couldn’t tell what color her eyes were. The light was too low, her feathery mask shadowing her gaze into twin glinting lights, but he reacted to the fixation in them. She was deciding whether to accept him.
A rush of excitement for the challenge ran through him. After a few more quick steps, he swung her into half pivots, catching each of her wrists in turn, one bare, one clad in silk, enjoying the flash of her bare knee through the slit of her skirt.
How had she been overlooked by every man here? She was exquisite.
Lifting her hand over her head, he spun her around then clasped her shoulder blades into his chest. Her buttocks—fine, firm, round globes as if heaven had sent him a valentine—pressed into his lap. Bending her before him, he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled, then followed her push to straighten and matched the sway of her hips with his own.
Tiffany’s heart pounded so hard she thought it would escape her chest. One second she’d been slightly drunk, lost in the joy of letting the salsa rhythm control her muscles. Now a stranger was doing it. And doing it well. He pulled her around into a waltz stance that he quickly shifted so they grazed each other’s sides, left, right, left.
She kicked each time, surprised how easily the movements came back to her. It had been years, but this man knew what he was doing, sliding her slowly behind his back, then catching her hand on the other side. He pushed her to back up a step, bringing one of her arms behind his head, the other behind her own. A few backward steps and they were connected by only one hand, arms outstretched, then he spun her back into him, catching her into his chest.
The conga beat pulsed through her as he ran his hands down her sides. Her own flew to cover his knuckles, but she didn’t stop him. It felt too amazing. His fingertips grazed the sides of her breasts, flexed into the taut muscles of her waist and clasped her hips to push them in a hula circle that he followed with his own, his crotch pressed tight to her buttocks.
Sensual pleasure electrified her. No one touched her anymore. After being a genderless automaton for so long, she was a woman again, alive, capable of captivating and enticing a man. She nudged her hips into his and flashed a cheeky glance back at him.
Author guest post –
QVirtus: Where Anything Can Happen! – by Dani Collins
The Ultimate Seduction, 21st Century Gentlemen’s Club
About a year ago, I changed editors at Harlequin Mills & Boon in London. My new editor wanted a get-to-know-you chat and we’d barely said hello when she said, “Dani, I’ve just picked up an email about a special project. Would you like to be involved in a collaboration?”
I didn’t know anything more than that, but I was flattered and excited and said, “Of course.” This did not turn out badly, I promise. It was a wonderful experience.
However, the premise was sent along to me and I immediately had concerns. They wanted a modern take on an old fashioned Gentlemen’s Club. My first thought was The Playboy Mansion. My second thought, BDSM, right?
This was a serious concern for me as I was in the middle of writing a pair of eroticas for HarlequinE. By ‘in the middle’ I mean that I had written one and had the outline for the second. The second one would take place in a BDSM club. I was afraid the stories would be too similar.
As it turns out, they were looking for fantasy-fulfillment, but not of the sexual kind. More like the luxury lifestyle of the uber-rich with gambling and vice, maybe the seduction of a virgin or two, but nothing kinky.
And so QVirtus was born. I actually worked with two other authors on this (Maya Blake and Victoria Parker.) We had a ball! We were under the gun time-wise, which is probably a good thing in the long run, otherwise I think we would have got lost in our own club, it was so fun with Bond-like gadgets and rules for entry and such.
What we landed on was masquerade masks that have an embedded chip to log the entry of the guest. The club is global and meets quarterly, always in a different location like Macau, Venezuela and Zanzibar, to name a few. The members are disgustingly rich, sometimes famous, more often infamous. They’re there to network, party, take private business meetings and go home with the very latest technology and industry gossip.
My hero is seen as a despot who has ‘bought’ his own country. My heroine, well, Tiffany is extra-special because she’s been a recluse since she was badly burned in a car crash on her wedding day. For her, the anonymity of the mask is the liberation she needs from having people stare at her scars. She dances with a stranger, makes love with him, then finds out the next day his name is Ryzard—and he is the president of unrecognized Bregnovia. Oops!
Yes, anything can happen in QVirtus!
Have you read historical romances that feature these Gentlemen’s clubs? What did you think of them (besides that they’re sexist to the max!?) Have you always wondered what really went on behind those closed doors? How would you design a modern version? What would you include?
I’d love to send a signed copy of THE ULTIMATE SEDUCTION to one lucky commenter.
About the author –
After a brilliant debut in the UK with No Longer Forbidden, a Mills & Boon Modern Book Of The Month January 2013, Dani’s first Harlequin Presents, Proof Of Their Sin, won the Reviewer’s Choice by Romantic Times Book Reviews for Best First In Series. While her focus is Harlequin Presents, Dani also writes romantic comedy, medieval fantasy, and coming August of 2014, erotic romance. Whatever the genre, she always delivers sexy alpha heroes, witty, spirited heroines, complex emotions and loads of passion.
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