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.
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.
***
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?”
Carmen Falcone learned at an early
age that fantasizing about fictional characters beats doing math homework any
day. Brazilian by birth and traveler by nature, she moved to Central Texas
after college and met her broody Swiss husband—living proof that opposites
attract. She found in writing her deepest passion and the best excuse to avoid
the healthy lifestyle everyone keeps bragging about. When she’s not lost in the
world of romance, she enjoys spending time with her two kids, being walked by
her three crazy pugs, reading, catching up with friends, and chatting with
random people in the checkout line.
She loves to procrastinate, so
please indulge her and drop her a line @ carmenauthor@yahoo.com. For more info,
visit her website: carmenfalcone.com
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