At Her Pleasure. Cindi Myers
“Come with me.”
Nicole took Ian’s hand and led him down to the beach, to a hammock strung between two palm trees.
“Lie down,” she commanded, and pushed him into the hammock.
He did as told, and Nicole crawled on top of him and straddled his stomach. She planted her palms on his chest and stared down at him, her expression serious.
“Yes or no?” she asked. “Do you want to be seduced?”
Heat rushed through her—the heat of desire, and also a great sensation of power. With her eyes locked with his, she reached up, grasped the top of her dress and lowered the silky fabric over her breasts—slowly, revealing an inch of naked skin at a time and watching as Ian’s eyes darkened with desire.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Absolutely yes.”
Dear Reader,
I had a thing for pirates long before Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom made them popular. As a girl, I devoured stories about Blackbeard, Captain Kidd and Jean Lafitte. And as I grew older, I fantasized about being swept off my feet by a dashing pirate and carried away to a tropical paradise. (It beats figuring my taxes or making a grocery list any day of the week.)
That tropical paradise of my dreams seemed the perfect setting for a pair of sexy Harlequin Blaze fantasies. Add in the lure of treasure and legends about pirates and this was a story I couldn’t wait to return to every day. Better than Blackbeard or Captain Kidd, I made my pirate a woman with a scandalous past and a reputation as a skilled seductress. I pulled out all the stops for the character of Passionata, and I hope you’ll enjoy the steamy results.
Look for the second Passionata’s Island story in October 2008, when Her Secret Treasure goes on sale. In the meantime, I love to hear from my readers. You’ll find me on the Web at www.CindiMyers.com. E-mail me at [email protected] or write to me in care of Harlequin Enterprises, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario M3B 3K9, Canada.
Best,
Cindi Myers
AT HER PLEASURE
Cindi Myers
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cindi Myers’s dreams of sailing away to an island paradise with her own swashbuckling pirate have been quashed by rampant seasickness and a tendency to sunburn easily. So she settles for drinking umbrella cocktails and letting her imagination run wild on the sun-washed beaches of her books.
Books by Cindi Myers
HARLEQUIN BLAZE
149—TAKING IT ALL OFF
168—GOOD, BAD…BETTER
180—DO ME RIGHT
215—ROCK MY WORLD *
241—NO REGRETS *
274—FEAR OF FALLING †
323—THE MAN TAMER
333—MEN AT WORK “
Taking His Measure”
360—WILD CHILD ‡
HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE
1498—A SOLDIER COMES HOME
HARLEQUIN ANTHOLOGY
A WEDDING IN PARIS
“Picture Perfect”
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
1182—MARRIAGE ON HER MIND
1199—THE RIGHT MR. WRONG
HARLEQUIN NEXT
MY BACKWARDS LIFE
THE BIRDMAN’S DAUGHTER
HARLEQUIN SIGNATURE SELECT
LEARNING CURVES
BOOTCAMP
“Flirting with an Old Flame”
To Emily McKay, for all her help
in researching diving. Any mistakes are mine, not hers.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
1
THE SUNSET ON THE OCEAN streaked the sky with pink and gold and turned the sea a deep vermillion.
The color of passion.
The color of romance and love and all the things that weren’t a part of Nicole Howard’s life right now. And maybe never would be again.
She leaned on the rail of the yacht and stared out at a horizon as empty and featureless as she felt inside. Maybe agreeing to come on this vacation with her friend, Adam Carroway, hadn’t been such a great idea.
With his usual persuasiveness, Adam had made the trip sound like the perfect way to recover from losing both her lover and her job in the space of a week. They’d sail to a remote island in the Caribbean, do some diving, look for some shipwreck Adam was wild to find, get some sun and forget all about life back in Amity, Michigan.
But forgetting was proving a lot harder than Nicole had expected.
“You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you? Stop it.”
She turned and saw Adam emerging from the ship’s cabin. Broad-shouldered, barrel-chested and tanned from hours sailing on Lake Michigan, he looked nothing like the university history professor he was. Ten years older than Nicole, he had been at various times her roommate, confidant and best buddy. She thought of him as the big brother she’d never had.
He came to stand beside her on the rail. “You should have let me pound him one. Then at least you’d have the memory of him groveling to cheer you up.”
She shook her head. She couldn’t imagine Dr. Kenneth Brambling, chief of Amity Surgical Associates, groveling. When she’d first taken the job as nurse for the busy surgery practice, she’d been intimidated by his dignity. Later, when they’d become lovers, she’d been caught up in the aura of power with which he surrounded himself.
Only recently had she realized Kenneth’s dignity was merely arrogance, and the power an inflated sense of his own importance, and a callousness that had shocked her—and broken her heart. “Beating him up wouldn’t have gotten either of us anything except maybe a lawsuit,” she said.
“Might have made him think twice about cheating on another woman.”
“I doubt it.” As soon as she’d gotten over the shock of learning that she wasn’t the only woman sharing Kenneth’s bed, she’d uncovered