About
SEDUCED BY A STEELE:
New York Times bestselling author Brenda Jackson
brings you a brand-new story in the Forged of Steele series. Perfect for
fans of the popular Westmoreland series and readers of passionate
contemporary romances!
A notorious heartbreaker is about to meet his match…Will a damsel in distress be his redemption?
When the “thief” caught driving his stolen vintage car turns out to be a stunning runaway heiress, Mercury Steele is conflicted. On the one hand, Sloan Donahue, penniless and on the run from her tyrannical family, triggers the billionaire playboy’s protective instincts. But she also triggers red-hot desire. Mercury refuses to think his simple seduction is becoming something deeper, especially when Sloan is keeping secrets…
A notorious heartbreaker is about to meet his match…Will a damsel in distress be his redemption?
When the “thief” caught driving his stolen vintage car turns out to be a stunning runaway heiress, Mercury Steele is conflicted. On the one hand, Sloan Donahue, penniless and on the run from her tyrannical family, triggers the billionaire playboy’s protective instincts. But she also triggers red-hot desire. Mercury refuses to think his simple seduction is becoming something deeper, especially when Sloan is keeping secrets…
SEDUCED BY A STEELE by Brenda Jackson:
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Excerpt,
SEDUCED BY A STEELE by Brenda Jackson
A feeling of relief swept through Mercury when he located his car.
Parking in the space beside it, he quickly got out and glanced around the shops
in the mall, wondering where the driver had gone.
He was pissed when he pulled his phone out of his jacket to call
the police again to give them his exact location. Putting his phone back, he
walked around his car and was glad not to see any dents. Other than need-ing a
good wash job, the old girl looked good. Deciding to check the interior, he
pulled his car keys out of his pocket to open the door.
“Get away from my car!”
Mercury snatched his head up and was instantly mesmerized by the
beauty of the woman’s dark brown eyes, shoulder-length curly hair that cascaded
around an oval face, high cheekbones, the smooth and creamy texture of her
cocoa-colored skin and one pair of the sexiest lips he’d ever seen on a woman.
He immediately flashed her one of his wolfish smiles and was about
to go into man-whore mode until what she’d said stopped him. Then he became
blinded to all that gorgeous beauty. “Your car?”
“Yes, my car. Now get away from it before I call the police.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “This is my car. It was stolen
from me three nights ago.”
“You’re lying,” the woman snapped.
Calling him a liar was a big mistake. The one thing he despised
more than anything was for someone to question his integrity. “If you think
that, then by all means call the police. However, you don’t have to call them
since I already have. You’re the thief, not me.”
“I am not a thief,” she said, feeling brave enough to step closer
and glare at him.
“Nor am I a liar,” he said, glaring back. Suddenly a police
cruiser with flashing blue lights pulled up and two officers quickly got out.
One was Sherman Aikens, one of Jonas’s old high school friends. “I see you’ve
found your car, Mercury.”
Mercury frowned over at him. “No thanks to you guys who should
have been looking for it. And my car was never lost, it was stolen, and she’s
the person who has it.”
“It’s my car!”
Both officers glanced over at the woman and Mercury glowered.
Instead of saying anything, they just stared at her, male appreciation obvious
in their gazes. “For crying out loud, aren’t you going to ask to see her papers
on the vehicle since she claims to be the owner?” he snapped out at the
officers.
Sherman broke eye contact with the woman to frown at Mercury. “I
was going to get to that.” In a voice Mercury felt was way too accommodating,
considering the circumstances, Sherman said, “Ma’am, I need to see papers on
this vehicle, because it resembles one reported stolen three nights ago.”
“It is the one that was stolen three nights ago,” Mercury snapped
while ignoring Sherman’s frown. As far as Mercury was concerned, Sherman could
become smitten with the woman on someone else’s time.
“Stolen! That’s not possible, Officer,” the woman said, looking
alarmed. “Why would anyone want to steal that car? Look at it. It’s old.”
Mercury glared at her while Sherman and the other officer
unsuccessfully tried hiding their grins. “It’s a classic, and if it’s so old
for your taste, why did you buy it like you claim you did?” Mercury asked her.
“Because I needed transportation and it was in my budget,” she
said, pulling papers from her purse. “I just bought it yesterday.” She handed
the papers to Sherman.
Mercury thought it took Sherman longer than necesary to switch his
gaze from the woman to the papers. He then said in a too-apologetic voice,
“Sorry, ma’am, but these papers are fake.”
Shock flew to her face. “Fake? But that’s not possible. A nice
gentleman sold the car to me.”
“That ‘nice’ man conned you into buying a stolen car,” Mercury
said, ignoring Sherman’s narrowed gaze as well as the woman’s thunderstruck
expression.
Switching her gaze from Mercury to Sherman, she said, “Please tell
me that’s not true, Officer. I gave him three hundred dollars.”
“Three hundred dollars?” Mercury asked, not believing what she’d
said.
Lifting her chin, she added, “Yes, I knew the car wasn’t worth
that much, but the man looked a little down on his luck and needed the money.”
Mercury shook his head. “You got that car for a steal, no pun
intended. Do you not know the value of that car? It’s worth over two hundred
thousand dollars easily.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Ridiculous? She had
bought a stolen car from some-one who she thought was a nice man, and she
thought he was being ridiculous? He was about to give her a scathing reply, but
Sherman’s look warned him not to do so.
“Yes, ma’am, unfortunately that man did run a scam on you,”
Sherman said. “I hate you lost all that money. I need you to come down to
police headquarters and give us a statement, including a description of the man
who sold you the car. We will be on the lookout for him.”
“Like you guys were on the lookout for my car?” Mercury said under
his breath, but when Sherman shot him a disapproving glare, he knew he’d been
heard regardless.
Sherman turned to him. “We’re going to have to impound the car.
You and Miss Donahue need to come down to police headquarters to give
statements.”
“But I’m on my way to a job interview,” the woman said, suddenly
looking distressed.
Mercury refused to feel an ounce of sympathy for her since he too
would be late for an interview with a potential new client. Now he would have
to reschedule. Every sports agent alive would want to sign on Nor-ris Eastwood,
but the parents of the high school senior with plans to go straight into the
NBA had sought out Mercury. He hoped being a no-show this morning wouldn’t be a
negative against him. If it was, then he had this woman to blame.
“Are you okay with that, Mercury?”
When he heard his name, he glanced up. “Am I okay with what?” He
saw the other officer had pulled the woman off to the side to take down some
information. “Giving Miss Donahue a ride to the police station,” Sherman said.
“Don’t you have room in the police car? That’s the normal way you
transport criminals, isn’t it? For all we know, she could be in cahoots with
the person who stole my car.”
Sherman rolled his eyes. “You don’t believe that any more than I
do, Mercury. It’s obvious she’s an innocent victim who doesn’t belong in the
back of a patrol car. She’s no more a thief than we are. Look at her.”
Mercury didn’t want to look at her, but he did any-way. He
immediately thought the same thing he had when he’d first seen her. She was a
very beautiful woman. Her features were just that striking. And then there was
that delectable-looking figure in a navy blue pencil skirt and white blouse.
Sexy as hell. But still…
MY REVIEW:
Seduced by a Steele by Brenda Jackson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Mercury Steele's classic car has been stolen and the police hadn't found it. While driving he realizes that he sees the car. He call the police and then proceeds to follow the car. When the car is stopped it is a beautiful woman, Sloan Donahue, driving it. Said she bought it real cheap and she didn't think it was worth much as it was old. She was on the run from her family who was telling her who she had to marry and what to do.
Mercury is a billionaire playboy and doesn't know what to do with her so he takes Sloan to his mother to deal with her. What he doesn't count on is in helping her find an apartment and get her a bank account, because her dad has reaches in high places to stop her every move. Falling for her is not in his cards.
You could tell these 2 had chemistry off the bat and I enjoyed seeing what was going to happen to bring these 2 together.
I received this from Harlequin and NetGalley for review.
About
Brenda Jackson: Brenda Jackson is a New York Times
bestselling author of more than one hundred romance titles. Brenda lives in
Jacksonville, Florida, and divides her time between family, writing and
traveling. Email Brenda at authorbrendajackson@gmail.com or visit her on her
website at brendajackson.net.
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