In this witty, sensual, poignant tale, New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Brockmann explores destiny, deception, and that steamy tipping point between deep friendship and romantic love.
Photograher Clint McCade was a rugged free spirit with the perfect life, until he realized something vital was missing--Sandy Kirk. Since grade school, Sandy had been Clint's best friend and closest confidante. She was smart, beautiful, shy--and clueless about her power over men. But when Clint finally seeks her out to declare his love, he finds she's fallen for another man.
Sandy knew she was a lot of things to Clint--except what she'd always longed to be: the woman he loved. So it comes as no surprise when he encourages her pursuit of another, even offering to coach her in the art of seduction. But soon the friends find themselves engaged in a series of crossed signals, mixed messages, and unbearably titillating close encounters that prove only one thing is certain: body language doesn't lie.
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May 19, 2008
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Excerpt from Body Language by Suzanne Brockmann
"First of all, don't sit like that," he said. McCade pulled her so that she faced him, so that their knees were almost touching, and he leaned forward slightly. "Step one: Invade the woman's personal space. Step two: Direct eye contact." He smiled into Sandy's eyes.
"McCade, this is silly--"
"I'm not finished. Now, without saying a word, a man can let a woman know he's interested in her." He let his eyes drop, focusing for a moment on her full lips, then lingering on the low neckline of her dress. "That's step number three. And if by now she hasn't run away, he might try step four--a nonsexual touch, something harmless like a handshake..." He lifted her hand, drawing her fingers into his. "...but turn that handshake into a caress," he continued, running his thumb lightly over the back of her hand.
Sandy stared down at her hand as he continued the sensuous movement. When she met his gaze, she could see the heat in his blue eyes. He moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue and her mouth went dry.
"Or you could try surrogate touching." He used one finger to trace the pattern of the fabric covering her couch. "It sends out a signal that says...I'd really rather be touching you..."
Excerpted from Body Language by Suzanne Brockmann Copyright (c) 1998 by Suzanne Brockmann. Excerpted by permission of Bantam, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.