Spellbound - Softcover

Savoy, Deirdre

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ISBN 10: 1600430570 ISBN 13: 9781600430572

Publisher: Parker Publishing, LLC, 2008

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A family curse. A mismatched couple. Magic in the air at Martha's Vineyard. Ariel Windsor is home for her cousin's wedding. When she crosses paths with filmmaker Jarad Naughton, nothing is easy. They are as different as night and day. But sparks fly, and these two thrust and parry their way through their own unique battle of the sexes.

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About the Author

Native New Yorker Deirdre Savoy spent her summers on the shores of Martha's Vineyard, soaking up the sun and scribbling in one of her many notebooks. It was here that she first started writing romance as a teenager. The island proved to be the perfect setting for her first novel, Spellbound. Since then, Deirdre has published more than a dozen books and two novellas, all of which have garnered critical acclaim and honors. Deirdre has won two prestigious Emma awards. Her work has been featured in a variety of publications, including Black Issues Book Review, Romantic Times, Affaire de Coeur and Blackboard Bestsellers List. Deirdre lives in Bronx, New York, with her husband and their two children. She enjoys reading, dancing, calligraphy, and "wicked" crossword puzzles. Please visit Deirdre at her Web site, www.dsavoy.com.

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"Aren't you going to kiss me good night?"

"No." Not if she had any sense she wasn't. His hands went to her shoulders, massaging them. It was a delicious, delicate caress that sent a flood of heat coursing through her. "You tried that on the ferry. It didn't work the first time."

"How do you know? I'd barely touched you when you ran off to your car."

"I did not run off," she protested, even though she knew she had. "Besides," she continued. "I'm not the little girl that everyone's been telling you about anymore. I know what a woman is supposed to do when a man she wants kisses her.

"She's supposed to melt against him and put her fingers in his hair and sigh longingly against his lips. It it's a particularly good kiss, she might even tremble a little. At the very least, she kisses him back. I didn't do any of those things."

She'd hoped to wound his ego with her provocative words, but it had the opposite effect. His smile broadened as his hands slid down her arms to settle on her waist. They left behind a trail of fire on her heated skin.

"As you said, there wasn't time. I think we owe it to ourselves to try it again."

"I told you on the ferry. I'm not interested."

"Prove it."

She crossed her arms in front of her. "What exactly do you expect to gain by this?"

"I get to have my way with you."

"What?"

"I get to have my way with you. I'm sure they've heard about these things, even in such remote places as Martha's Vineyard."

Oh, yes, she'd heard of it. It was near impossible to think about anything else. But with all these people in the house, "having his way with her" was at best an idle threat."And if I win, I get to--"

"Have your way with me," he interjected.

"To be left alone." She couldn't believe she was actually going to submit to this. "Is that a promise?"

"Scout's Honor." He lifted one hand from her to make the obligatory sign.

She let out a sigh. "Go ahead." There was a side benefit to this madness. She could put an end to her cousin's ridiculous matchmaking schemes. Jenny couldn't fault her if he avoided her of his own free will. "You don't welsh on your bets, do you?" she asked, just to be sure.

"I won't have to."

Watching his lips descend toward hers, she held herself still, arms at her sides, teeth and lips clamped firmly shut. He'd get no reaction from her whatsoever. That would teach him.

That's what she thought before his mouth touched hers. His lips were not sweet and gentle as they had been before. This was an urgent, passionate kiss that demanded a response. She couldn't give him one, nor could she pull away; then he would win by default. How on earth had she gotten herself into this mess?It only went to prove Gran's old saying about "fixing" people was true: whenever you set out to dig a grave, dig two.

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