Sequel to Naughty Godmother.
As far as Naughty Godmothers go, Mila is the cream of the crop. She's never met a man she couldn't seduce. When she sees emotionally wounded army Ranger Trent Beauford, she knows deep down she's just the fairy to mend his broken heart and reawaken his dormant passion. The question is, will she be able to let him go once her job is done?
Trent Beauford's wife is dead and she's not coming back. It's been two years, and life without her is still hardly worth living. So when the sexiest woman he's ever laid eyes on propositions him, he manages to say no...the first time. But his neglected libido can only stand so much. If he's going to give in to the grinding need--and he is--he's going to make it count.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Tempting Trent by Chloe Cole
"I'm going to try the five again."
Trent gave a curt nod but didn't look up.
This was going to be a tough one. He was obviously attracted to her, but it was clear his attraction was nothing more than an unwanted nuisance to him. Almost like a reflex, the one thing he couldn't just turn off with a little well-placed, military-grade discipline. She was unsure how to proceed, other than with a blatant seduction. Even then, she wasn't sure it would work.
Mila gave herself a mental shake. This was a first--a man she might not have the power to seduce. He must have really loved his wife to still feel that kind of loyalty, as misguided as it was. Surely if she loved him with the same passion, she would want him to allow himself to enjoy life again. He must know that, and still, after two years he hadn't been swayed.
A sort of grudging respect for her unwilling charge began to form and she squashed it down. She couldn't let her feelings get in the way of her mission. And despite his admirable loyalty, his actions weren't healthy. He needed a push to rejoin the living, and she was just the fairy to give it to him.
Time to put the pedal to the metal.
She shot the orange ball into the side pocket and continued to her next shot, making short work of the rest of the table. All that remained was the eight ball, but it was butted tight against the rail in a very difficult shot.
She made a show of eyeing it this way and that, before calling it, "Triple bank," and indicating the corner pocket with her cue.
"Seriously. You don't think I can?"
"I guess it's possible. Do I think it's going to happen? No way."
"Well let's make this interesting, a little wager then? If I miss, I buy you and your brother both a drink and give you back your table. I make it, you have to dance with me and then we play one more time."
"I don't dance."
"Oh, come on, what are you afraid of? I'm not looking for Fred Astaire. I just feel like dancing and don't have anyone handy to do it with. One dance?"
"It's early yet for O'Toole's. Wait an hour, the place will be a lot busier and there will be at least a dozen guys who would love to dance with you."
"I want to dance with you," she said in a low voice.
He met her eyes and held her gaze for a tense moment before looking away.
"I don't think it's a good idea."
She closed the space between them, stopping only a foot away and whispered, "Chicken."
His stormy eyes narrowed as he stared down at her. "You really think that's going to work? Are you going to double-dog dare me next?"
Close. "No, no. If you're scared to get shown up by a woman, it's cool. I just didn't figure you for that type of guy."
He let out a long, impatient sigh. "Okay, fine. Let's do it. I don't even know why I said no in the first place. That's like a thousand-to-one shot. Go for it."
Mila tried not to show her elation. It was a thousand-to-one shot. If she played fair. In this case, that wasn't an option. She had a limited amount of time to get through to this guy and the sooner she got her hands on him, the better her chance of success.
She bent low and lined up while visualizing the desired path of the ball. As she released her arm, she let the magic flow. The ball caromed off three rails, landing neatly into the pocket.
"Holy shit." Trent's eyes were wide as he shook his head. "I can't believe you made that."
"I had a feeling." She gave him a broad grin and laid the cue on the table then held out a hand. "Ready to pay up, soldier?"
He nodded and hesitated, then took the proffered hand. His was so big and strong, it dwarfed hers and she resisted the urge to squeeze.
She pulled him to the juke box to make a selection. The last strains of a second Marvin Gaye song rang out and she smothered a laugh. Sexual Healing. Bryan was nothing if not persistent.
"What kind of music do you like?" she asked. The place had started to fill out a bit already and the quiet atmosphere was changing fast. She needed to get him to someplace where they could be alone. Dance first and then work on a plan to get him out of there.
"I like all types of music, I don't discriminate."
"Okay, then I'll pick." She browsed the selections and chose one of her favorites, then pulled him onto the tiny dance floor.
He put both hands high on her waist and made sure he was a full foot and a half from her body as they began to sway. She swallowed back a laugh as she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck and leaned in. She inhaled his clean, masculine scent.
As they shuffled in time, she inched her way closer until they touched, chest to chest. Her nipples hardened as she brushed against him. His hands tightened on her rib cage for an instant before he relaxed them, clearing his throat.
"Did you say what brought you to West Chester?"
"Business." She wasn't going to lie any more than absolutely necessary so she hoped he didn't ask her to elaborate. She also didn't want to tip him off to the rest of her plans for the week if he didn't bite tonight. Still, it was time to make a bold move. "But I could be convinced to mix that with pleasure." As she spoke she leaned in hard until her hips were flush with his. A shiver stole through her and she tried not to groan. He felt damn good. And that was bad. She was supposed to be trying to turn him on, not vice versa.
He sucked in a breath and bowed his head.
"Listen, you seem like a nice enough person. And there's no doubt about it, you're gorgeous. But I'm not in the market for a girlfriend."
"That's perfect, because I'm not in the market to be a girlfriend."
He gritted his teeth and tightened his hold on her. "Well, I should tell you that I'm not in the market for a meaningless fuck, either."