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Every Monday I'll treat you to a Mystery Date with a character from one of my romantic or erotic fiction novels!
This Week's Mystery Date:
Who: Wealthy Philanderer Bruce Myers
What Book He's In: A GRAND SEDUCTION, a tale of contemporary intrigue and mystery
Where He Lives: Bucks County, PA
Why He's So Fascinating: Bruce Myers has everything--a high paying New York job, fancy home, black BMW. Everything but the one thing he wants--love and true respect from his trophy wife. Like many caught in the disappointment of a sagging marriage, Bruce has sought comfort elsewhere from time to time. Little does he know his wife is not only aware of his latest conquest, she set the whole thing up to trap him into a cush divorce settlement.
A Memorable Moment with Bruce Myers:
Once back at the car, Bruce leaned in over the passenger side, depositing Styrofoam containers on the seat before fiddling with controls that beckoned the black leather soft top to return from hiding. As mechanics whirred and clicked the roof into place, he turned to Ridelle and fixed her with a determined stare. “So, I’m wondering something.”
She cocked her head in reply, and a span of heartbeats passed before he continued. “If I were to ask you what it was that you said you desired back there, would you tell me?”
Oh, sure thing–and in pig Latin, since it comes so natural to me. Besides, if I do and you say no, where does that leave us?
Her eyes dropped to his Adam’s Apple, skimming down past the hollow to where chest hair disappeared under the top button of his shirt. He was close enough now that if she were to lean in and sniff at his pinstriped vest, she would swoon under the faint tang of remaining cologne. A thought which proved insanely appealing, rather than dangerously fatal as it should be.
“I’m not sure I can,” she ventured. “It probably doesn’t matter anyway. I’m used to not getting what I want.”
With a tentative reach, Bruce crooked a finger under her chin and raised her gaze to meet his. His touched seared away thoughts of cold night air. “We all want things, Ridelle.”
Her voice dropped away to an accusing whisper. “But what if...what I want is wrong?”
“There’s nothing wrong with desire. Life deprives us of enough without us holding back from ourselves. If there’s something you want, don’t be afraid to take it. Don’t wonder later what might have been.”
“I...” she paused, a lump rising in her throat as the truth of his words sank far deeper than her current predicament. Was that what held her like a cripple all these years, unable to move ahead with life? Was she afraid to want?
She pulled herself to him, arms wrapping around his surprised shoulders in an embrace that cried for more than friendship. Burying her head in his chest, she let go of restraint and breathed him in deeply. A shuddering gasp elicited a moan from Bruce’s throat, and he pulled her back to hold her at arm’s length.
Studying her clouded gaze, a muscle worked along the set of his jaw. “Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid to want...me.”
--from A GRAND SEDUCTION