From the glitter of Regency London to a sun-kissed Mediterranean paradise, Nicole Jordan captivates with her breathtaking sensuality and unforgettable romance. No woman could tame him . . . until he met his match. With his reckless charm and lust for danger, Viscount Thorne is one of England's most elusive bachelors-and member of a secret league of protectors known as the Guardians. To thwart his father's matchmaking schemes, Thorne asks an alluring artist to pose as his betrothed. Burned once by desire, Diana Sheridan swears off love.
Ladies, loosen your corsets and take a deep breath, because Jordan's newest (after Master of Temptation) is another sensual Regency starring an alpha male and the spirited woman who captures his heart. Viscount Christopher Thorne, a member of the secret society Guardians of the Sword, sworn to uphold honor and defeat tyranny, has his world shattered by the killing of his best friend and fellow Guardian, Nathaniel. A year later, on the Mediterranean isle of Cyrene, Nathaniel's beautiful cousin Diana gives Thorne a letter written by Nathaniel shortly before his death that makes Thorne realize that his friend was murdered and all the Guardians are vulnerable. To keep his dynasty-obsessed father off his back while he returns to London to investigate, Thorne proposes a sham betrothal to Diana-which he soon wants to make real. Wary of Thorne's rakehell past, Diana refuses to believe he loves her, and it's only during the gripping climax that Diana admits that she can't live without him. Though the first half is light on plot and heavy on sensual encounters, the pace of the second half soon picks up, plunging Thorne and Diana into the mystery of Nathaniel's death. The tame jacket art gives no clue to the story's high sex content, but those familiar with Jordan's work won't be fooled. Agent, Karen Solem. (Dec.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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November 23, 2004
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Excerpt from Lord of Seduction by Nicole Jordan
THE ISLE OF CYRENE MARCH 1815
She wished she could paint him. His nude body was beautiful, set against the backdrop of a turquoise sea.
Feeling her pulse leap, Diana Sheridan stared transfixed at the breathtaking sight as Christopher Thorne rose from the gently foaming waves.
The sun-drenched cove below the bluffs was one of many small bays and inlets secreted along the island's rugged, picturesque shoreline. The scene would make a magnificent landscape on canvas, Diana well knew. The golden line of sand dotted with palms, the white, rocky promontory stretching to meet the sparkling, endless Mediterranean beyond, dazzled in the sunlight. But it was the man's virile form glistening with seawater that most captured her attention.
She wet her dry lips.
She had seen Lord Thorne only once from afar, several years ago. If she'd thought him a beautiful man then, she was even more captivated by his physical attributes now. Unable to help herself, Diana studied his body, admiring him from both artistic and feminine perspectives.
She had never seen a completely nude man, nor had she ever painted one. She'd trained in human anatomy and the techniques of oils by duplicating sketchings and paintings by prominent artists and by studying plaster casts of ancient statues. But canvas was still inanimate, and statues had no color, no life.
Not as this man did.
Even the great masters would have relished so vital a subject.
Admittedly she had a measure of talent, yet she wasn't certain she could do Christopher Thorne justice. If she could capture the vivid feeling of life, the play and ripple of muscle in his lean, lithe body, or the way the sun's glowing warmth caressed his skin like a lover's touch.
He looked almost leonine. His streaming wet hair was dark gold in color, while a sprinkling of hair on his powerful chest arrowed down to his groin to widen in a thicker thatch. He moved with the grace of a lion, as well, as he climbed up the narrow beach and flung himself down on a linen towel spread on the sand.