And they so rarely received unplanned customers during the social hours that she hadn't argued with her uncle's pleas to man the desk. She had just received the advance book this morning, freshly printed and bound. If only Peter hadn't taken ill and left her to work the late-afternoon shift in his absence. “Hmmm?” she murmured, her concentration wavering for a moment. “Third shelf from the right.”ĭismissing the customer's interference in the twining hedges and the closing maze, she urged the heroine on. Without lifting her eyes from the page, Miranda absently pointed a slender finger to a corner of the store. Cloven and provocative to match the smoky timbre uttering each syllable. She could feel the warm breath of the villain as he closed in on the heroine's position. “Where can I find the section on enlightenment?” A circuitous route that could offer the freedom she desired or deliver her into his evil clutches for good.Ī deep voice came from a hedge in her mind. Lock the door.”īut the heroine darted into the maze of hedges instead. “No, not to the open gardensâthat is exactly where he wants you to go. M iranda Chase leaned against the smoothly worn counter and absently curled a finger around a tendril of hair, rubbing her thumbnail along the hump, creating a soft, steady rhythm of sound against her ear as she devoured the words on the page. Secret #1: Every good seduction first begins with a baited hook.
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