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Sara Broussard is a single mother facing an empty nest. Content, if not blissfully happy, she is not looking for love. Her past has hardened her to the whispered sweet nothings of any man that attempts to seduce her. That changes when she meets Eric Leland, a smart, successful journalist, a sexy, playful, bad boy.

Eric is every woman’s fantasy. He can have any woman he wants, and he often does. He is bemused by the friendly, but unequivocal “no thank you,” he receives from Sara when he turns on his, until now, infallible charm. Unaccustomed to being turned down, Eric sets out to bed the tenacious Sara. What begins as an entertaining challenge quickly turns into something more as Eric’s uncompromising pursuit becomes a quest to win the heart of the woman who has captivated him.

Can a love so sweet and tender last?

Nathan Remington, a ruthless politician, is every woman’s darker, secret fantasy. Arrogant and dynamic, he is a man that takes what he wants, and what he wants is Sara. From their first passionate encounter, she cannot deny the sensuality Nathan awakens in her. Her sexual naiveté leaves her completely unprepared for the wicked eroticism he excites in her. Unable to resist her own physical response to his demanding love making, she becomes his willing mistress and pampered plaything. Risking all, her happiness, her self-respect, even her family and friends, Sara yields to this domineering lover.

Torn between her love for these two men, Sara learns harsh lessons about love and lust as she is swept up in a journey of emotion and self-discovery. Will she choose Eric, who offers her everything – love, stability, and a future? Or will it be Nathan, who offers nothing, but has inflamed in Sara a primitive passion that only he can satisfy?

The novel contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts.

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Excerpts from Ingénue:

When his hand slid over to her pants zipper, she placed a hand on top of his and moved it away. He kept kissing her, but when she deterred him the second time, he pulled away looking at her quizzically. “I’m getting mixed signals here.” He was genuinely perplexed. “Is this yes or no?”

She realized at that very second the answer to his question, and her own, was no. She felt more than a little guilty for leading him on. “I’m sorry. I’m just not ready, Eric,” she said.

His lips tightened, and he sat up. Sara lay still on the couch, expecting him to try to change her mind. She pulled her camisole down to cover herself. He sat on the side of the couch, resting his elbows on his knees, his shirt hanging loose. Sara peered at him through half closed eyes. He looked so damn sexy! He reached up and rubbed the back of neck. He sighed heavily. “Wow,” he said. “Okay.”

He stood up and buttoned his shirt. She expected him to be angry. She expected him to leave. Instead, he caught her completely off guard. He bent down, and sliding an arm behind her back, and his other under her knees, he swept her up and turned, sitting back on the couch, cradling her in his lap. She stared at him.

“You must think I’m crazy,” she said.

He chuckled, caressing her cheek. “Maybe a little.”

“I’m sorry, Eric. I really am. I feel like an idiot and another very unpleasant word.”

“It’s alright Sara. Despite my reputation, I actually can control myself.”

“I know your reputation. ’Notorious womanizer’ I believe, is what people say.”

He shrugged. “People say a lot of things.”

“Yes, but in your case, it’s true.”

“Look Sara, what do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “If I was going to have a one night stand, it would definitely be with you. Really! It’s not that I don’t want to.”

He squeezed her hand which he was holding. “Yeah, I get it,” he said. “You don’t trust me. I wouldn’t either. So, let’s forget about sex for now. I’d really just like to spend some time with you.”



“You could have told me that Eric was Eric Leland, Mom,” Levi said when she came back upstairs. “It was kind of embarrassing to find out when he showed up at the door with flowers.”

“I didn’t want you to worry,” she replied. “Come help me clean up the kitchen, and tell me what you think.”

Levi began gathering the dirty dishes and setting them on the counter by the sink. She started rinsing the stacked plates and putting them in the dishwasher. “So…?” she said.

“He’s pretty cool, Mom. I like him. He’s not anything like I would have expected. He comes across so arrogant on TV, but he’s surprisingly down-to-earth. Smart, too! And funny. I can see why you fell for him.” Sara smiled. “You didn’t have to send him home because of me you know,” he said as she filled the sink with pots and pans and hot, soapy water.

“Thanks for your permission,” she said, throwing the dish towel at him so he could dry, “but we’re not sleeping together.”

“Okay, Mom,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Levi,” she said evenly, looking him straight in the eyes, “not that this is any of your business, but I am not sleeping with Eric.”

“Why not?” he asked, shaking his head. “You two are great together. And if I recall correctly, you always told me ‘a physical relationship can be part of a loving relationship,'” he said in a high pitched voice, imitating her.

“Smart ass.”

“I prefer that you wait until you are in a committed, adult relationship,” he continued in his falsetto, “but if you find yourself swept away, please, please, use protection.”

“There’s a damn good reason I stressed that point,” she said, swatting him with a towel.



When she came back a few minutes later, Eric was sitting on the edge of the bed. He had put his boxers back on and was wearing his shirt. It was a very sexy picture. She walked over and handed him the water.

“You’re getting dressed? I thought we had established I like having you naked in my bed,” she said.

He smiled at her. “And there is no place I would rather be. I’m just trying to be prepared.”

“For what?”

“In case you want me to leave. I don’t want to presume that you want me to stay.”

“Don’t you want to?”

“Yes, of course. But not if you don’t want me to. That’s okay too.”

“This is weird,” she said, shaking her head.

“Your wish is my command,” he said.

She stood up, dropped her robe to the floor, and straddled him, this time it was she who tumbled him backwards on the bed. “Stay,” she said, softly. His hands came up, and pulled her mouth down to his, and they made love yet again.



“What do you want?” she asked.

“Sara,” he said, “aren’t you happy to see me?” It was a good question. She had been thinking obsessively about him ever since he’d ravished her so unexpectedly and so satisfyingly the other day. She had, in fact, just sent away the love of her life so she could see him. The look on Eric’s face as he left floated in her mind’s eye. She pushed the thought away.

Right now, Nathan Remington was standing in front of her. She had not expected to see him again. Was she glad to see him? She was definitely having a physical reaction to his presence. She wondered again why he had this effect on her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, taking a seat away from him. She wanted to keep as much distance as possible between them. She didn’t trust herself to be near him.

“No small talk, Sara?”

“Sure, whatever. Take your time getting to the point, if there is one. It seems I’ve cleared my schedule for you.”

“Don’t be sarcastic. It doesn’t become you.” She shrugged. “Don’t play with me Sara,” he said. She sat, silently waiting for him to tell her why he was there.

“I haven’t been able to think of anything but you since the other day. I don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but you have. I am besotted. I crave you. I’ve got to have you. Don’t you understand?”

She thought she did. She stood up, and started to walk over to him.

“No,” he said, and she stopped. “The other day was so rushed. I want to take my time.” He smiled at her. “Take your clothes off.”

“What?” She stared at him.

“I want you to undress for me.” She realized he was perfectly serious. He sat on the couch looking at her expectantly. “You aren’t going to feign modesty, are you? With me?” She felt herself flush. “I love it when you blush! You look so innocent. But we know better, don’t we?”

Sara sensed that he would not relent until she acquiesced to his demand. She also knew she would do it. She would undress for him. She reached down and grabbed her sweater and pulled it off over her head. Nathan smiled, and leaned back on the couch. She stared at him mutely, unable to stop her body from trembling, whether from shame or excitement, she did not know.

She turned her back to him before reaching behind and unhooking her bra. Her hands were shaking. She slipped it off and let it drop to the floor. She turned to face him, her arms crossed in front of her.

“No, Sara, I want to see. Don’t cover yourself.” She looked at the floor, and slowly lowered her arms. “Look at me.” She forced herself to meet his gaze. “You have lovely breasts. Don’t you want me to look at them?” Despite feeling exposed and embarrassed, Sara had to admit she was aroused. His voice, low and husky, sent shivers through her.

She unzipped her jeans. She hooked her thumbs in the waist and began to slowly inch them down. They were snug fitting so she wriggled a little trying to get them over her hips. She saw Nathan smile. She stooped and pulled them off her feet. She straightened, standing there in nothing but a pair of black, lace underwear. She hesitated.

“Don’t stop,” he said. “Take them off.” His words were a caress. Sara shivered with anticipation, and felt the throb of desire. Trembling, she began to slowly pull the underwear down. Nathan drew in a sharp breath, and leaned forward on the couch.

The panties dropped. Sara straightened up and instinctively crossed her hands in front of her. “No,” Nathan admonished her gently. “Let me see.” Staring at the floor, she let her hands drop to her sides. “Lovely,” Nathan sighed.

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Sara and Eric Bonus Date – Color Tour at Harpers Ferry

It was a beautiful fall day when Sara met Eric.  The DC area can be beautiful this time of year, as long as you know where to look. Eric knew about the Tidal Basin, though his intentions were less about sightseeing than seducing Sara. Great Falls in Virginia is also beautiful in the autumn, as it is most times of the year.

One date that Sara and Eric had that was not in the book was a trip to Harpers Ferry in West Virginia. Harpers Ferry is an historical site. It is also where the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers converge in the Blue Ridge near the Shenandoah Valley. It is stunning in the fall, an annual day trip for almost everyone in DC.


Sara breathed in the fresh, crisp air when she stepped out of the car. She smiled when Eric came around the car and took her by the hand. She could hear the changeless rush of the river as it made it’s winding way through the valley. They set off toward the railroad trestle. They crossed at a leisurely pace, enjoying the panorama, the sound of the rivers gurgling below. She looked around, taking in all the sumptuous colors Mother Nature had painted this day. The magnificent golds and reds, the amber and the rust, the brilliant yellow, all reaching up to touch the vibrant blue sky.

They reached the other side and began an unhurried walk through autumn’s golden gown. She loved the sound of the leaves crackling beneath their feet. There were plenty of tourists, even though it was the middle of the week. Sara and Eric were not the only couple strolling through the enchanting kaleidoscope of color, holding hands, smiling at each other, feeling certain that this glorious day had been created as a backdrop to their blooming romance.

They shared childhood memories of the season. Eric spoke of adventures in Yosemite and of long drives through the rolling hills of Napa. Sara talked of donuts and apple cider, and hayrides through cornfields. Both recalled the piles of leaves, dry and crunchy that were the target of leaps and jumps, before being bagged up or burned, that distinctive autumn smell an unforgettable trigger of thoughts of Halloween, and snow on the way.

They walked quietly, too, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together. Suddenly, he started to sprint, pulling her along with him. He pulled her off the path, behind a large rock, and took her in his arms and kissed her. She looked up at him, breathless, delighted.

“Eric,” she said, looking into his eyes. They were so blue.

“What, Sara?” he asked, meeting her gaze, smiling down at her upturned face.

“I just really like being with you. You make me feel so…” she hesitated, not sure what word to use.

“I feel the same way,” he said, kissing her again.


Playing Parcheesi with Nathan

What about friends and family? When you’ve written a book that contains explicit sex, what do you do about the people who might want to read the book, but be a little uncomfortable reading the steamy bits? My sons, for instance, who knew I was writing this book? We talked about it frequently. In fact, I’m sure they grew bored listening to my incessant chatter about Sara and the hot guys.

They wanted to read the book. One of them is an adult, and the other is a fairly enlightened teen. In other words, they know about sex. But knowing about sex, and knowing what your mother knows about sex are two rather different perceptions.

I wanted them to be able to read it, so I thought I could create an abridged version, just cut out the parts that were heavy with sex. Knowing this would leave gaps in the story, they suggested that I use some code, or euphemism to replace the content. Thus the Parcheesi version of Ingénue was conceived.

They suggested that whenever the characters in the book were making particularly descriptive love, I should just insert “They played Parcheesi,” or some variation thereof. That is what I did. It actually turned out to be fun, and often funny. I used our newly created euphemism even in places it wasn’t necessarily warranted, for instance, “Eric Leland was a notorious Parcheesi player,” and “Sara couldn’t imagine playing Parcheesi with someone she just met!” My personal favorite: “If I was going to play a one night Parcheesi game, it would definitely be with you. Really! It’s not that I don’t want to.”

The Parcheesi euphemism has now established itself firmly in our family lexicon.

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The Cover – OMG! Those Lips!

A vague idea of what I wanted the cover to look like began to form about midway through writing the book. It was going to be a man, maybe all of him, maybe just a body – a very fit body – with a white dress shirt hanging open. Pants that obviously belonged to an expensive and well tailored suit, and a belt.

Something about a well-dressed man in sexy dishabille is a real turn on. Particularly the shirt hanging open – you may have noticed Eric and Nathan both struck that pose from time to time in the book.

So why is that not on the cover of Ingénue? Mostly because I could not find a picture that suited my taste. I know that shaved chests are the standard of beauty these days, but honestly, that teenage boy look does not do it for me. A man should have some hair on his chest. I’m not talking about a rug. But at least a tuft of hair between the nipples. That is sexy. And the glory trail? Gotta have that!

The cover uses stock photos. I spent endless hours scrolling through images of hot guys. Wow, that was torture. But, the search was in vain. I never found the partially clad chest I was looking for.

Then I came across the kiss. HOT! No idea who the models are, the picture on the cover is the entire photograph. I stared at those lips for a long time. Damn, that man has a sexy mouth! I started rethinking my cover…

The picture of the woman on the cover was easier to come by. I wanted an auburn haired beauty, but not in a state of undress. I like the picture – she looks pensive, determined, wistful, and sexy, all at the same time.

The models in the pictures are younger than the characters in the book. But when you are using someone else’s photos, you have to be flexible. Are the pictures on the cover the way I envisioned Sara and Eric or Nathan? Not necessarily. But I do love the cover. I think it gets the point across.