A spy, a
thief and a CEO…Be Accidentally Seduced Carmen Falcone!
Coming August 25th is the third novel in the Naked
Truth series, Accidentally Seduced from Carmen Falcone! Read about a man trying
to become the CEO, a assistant who is really spying on her boss and both are
trying to stay ahead of a thief determined to rob the company blind.
About ACCIDENTALLY SEDUCED
Devon Wilder
wants to leave the scandal involving his name behind and focus on the race for
the CEO title. Yet, his sexy assistant is an unexpected and dangerous
liability—especially after he suspects she could be the one stealing money from
the company.
Elena
Moretti’s libido was comatose until Devon strode into her life. Ever since the
end of a troubled marriage, she never wanted any man the way she does him.
Unfortunately for her, Devon is also the man she’s been hired to spy on and
find evidence to prove he’s embezzling and dragging Wilder & Co.’s name
through the mud.
As the hunt
for the real thief advances, they need to figure out if they’ll cling to old
fears or throw themselves at the new, tempting opportunities—and each other.
On Sale in Digital: August 25, 2015
Excerpt
Showing
up at Smolder, after work, without texting Devon, was a bad idea. Elena
cemented her insecurity the minute a couple of tall women with fiery red hair
strode into the club the same time as she. Everyone seemed to be way cool and
too hip. She touched her fifties-style black dress—tight on top, with a flowing skirt down to her knees,
and reached for her chunky pearl necklace. I
look like a vintage Stepford wife.
Ugh. Why had she changed her mind? Going far from her
comfort zone was one thing. Visiting his second place of work carved a pitiful
hole between them. She leaned across from the bartender, and waved at the bald
chick with purple lipstick and dark clothes. “Red wine, please.”
The bartender nodded, and turned around to get the
bottle. Some alcohol had to loosen her violin string-tight nerves. Right? She
lifted her hands and fiddled with the pearls, and wondered if taking them off
wouldn’t be a better choice. Ah. Might as well own it.
Her gaze zapped from the bar area to the dance floor.
It was strangely intimate. The nightclub had a theater-like feel, with special
VIP boxes that overlooked the dance floor like old-fashioned terraces, and
several antique chandeliers dropping from the ceiling. Gorgeous GoGo girls
dangling on trapezes and the ultramodern music—a tattooed DJ worked the tunes
in a higher box—gave the place an edge.
A lot of the women could be models, and probably were,
with their slinky bodies and sophisticated get-ups.
“Here,” the bartender said, and she turned to grab the
drink.
She sipped the wine a tad too quickly. Was it too late
to go home? No. Besides, her pragmatic side warned, she was checking out the
club. Matthew had hinted Devon could be stealing from the company because of
the other clubs he was about to open, but a glance at her surroundings was all
she needed. Why would he need to embezzle money? This club was in full swing,
and given the classy décor and overpriced drinks, she doubted Smolder was on
its last legs.
She eyed Devon, before she was prepared. He was
talking to a couple of gorgeous brunettes. Her heart raced. She lifted her
shoulders, and finished the remains of her drink.
“Another.” She pointed her head in the direction of
the glass to the bartender. “Please.”
The woman smiled and turned around to get the bottle.
Damn it. Of course he flirted with other women. The
man had an open relationship before her, and what guarantee did she have he
wasn’t planning on screwing any of them tonight? She had told him she wouldn’t
come. Besides, they didn’t have anything concrete. Anything lasting.
Do you want to?
No. Of course not. If she hadn’t been able to handle a man like Timothy, crazy
and sick as he was, how about a man like Devon? He oozed sexiness. And trouble.
Especially trouble.
She gave herself a mental slap on the forehead, and
searched for him again. Her pulse spiked. Across from her, a few inches from
the entrance to the VIP area, he still talked to the two women, and nodded. She
zoomed on his face. No smile. A stupid part of her rejoiced. The women leaned forward,
one of them laughing while the other batted her eyelashes. He shook his head
and said something, then walked away from them. Well, if body language was
anything to go by, he wasn’t interested in a threesome. Phew.
Stupid. Stupid, stupid. He also wasn’t interested in a
long-term commitment. And neither was she—not with him. She longed to find
someone for a meaningful relationship, and should be thankful Devon was giving
her good sexual memories to cling to for the near future. Sex. Good. Hot. Sex.
His gaze found hers, and she shifted on her seat.
While he erased the distance between them with long, graceful strides, she
parted her mouth. All of a sudden, it was like she had a freaking cold. Air
restricted in her lungs, she had to clear her throat. Twice.
“Look who’s here.”
“I… I was in the neighborhood.”
He threw his head back, and laughed. “That’s right.
You were in the neighborhood,” he said, a silver spark in his eyes mocking her.
“And no vagina dress?”
“A pity, I know.” Her lips broke into a smile, and she
lifted her hand to her neckline. She was burning. “I changed my mind. Wanted to
see how you can do this. Work all hours.”
“This is pleasure.”
She frowned. “How so?”
“I have a great team, they make it easy for me.”
“Yes. I noticed that besides the bouncers, they are
all women,” she said, and wished she had a freaking filter. She coughed. “Which
is nice. Great.”
He gave out his hand. “Wanna dance?”
“Oh, I’m not really the best dancer,” she said, and
made a face she doubted came anywhere close to sexy. God. What was wrong with
her? She had been out of the dating pool for too long. Now…now was the time to
freaking change that. Live it up. Go girl.
“I’m not asking you to be Julliard material. You can
move your hips, right?”
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