Jan 8 2014 1:00pm
Heroes and Heartbreakers is thrilled to host an exclusive deleted scene from Roxanne St. Claire's second book in her Billionaires of Barefoot Bay series, Seduction on the Sand, released January 7. Back in November, we were excited to share the news of this new series, and we're so happy to welcome Roxanne to the site today to share this outtake. Thanks, Roxanne!
In Seduction on the Sand, just released this week, billionaire Elliott Becker has his eye on a piece of property in Barefoot Bay that he needs to complete his plans to start a minor league baseball team on the island. But landowner Frankie Cardinale has deeply personal reasons for not selling her grandfather’s little goat farm, no matter how sky high Becker’s offers go. He finally settles on another strategy...one that puts him on her farm for a week.
I wrote the scene where he tries to put his plan in action several different ways but finally settled on an approach that intensified the conflict and offered some serious repercussions (also known as “the black moment”!) in the end of the story. Here’s one version that, while it ended up on the cutting room floor, will give you a sense of the chemistry between the billionaire and the goatherd:
Get a sneak peek at Roxanne St. Claire's Seduction on the Sand with this exclusive outtake from the book, out now.
He wanted to stay there? On her farm? For a week?
Just...no. “Look.” Frankie dialed down the response that bubbled up, working to stay completely calm. “I really appreciate your concern for my safety, I do. It’s chivalrous and...and nice. I mean, you act nice. But then you act like a lot of things — cowboy, hero, mogul. Nice Guy might just be another persona.”
He let out an exhale, closing his eyes as if she’d actually hit a target. “I’ll sleep on the sofa, Frankie.”
She considered the offer. It would be great to not be alone. Secure and peaceful to know she didn’t have to worry, but...no. Giving into this would just make him more determined to wheedle her out of her land. When that didn’t work, who knows what he’d try?
Oh, she knew. One look at him and she knew. And then she’d surely respond like any breathing human female. “You need to leave,” she said.
She straightened her back, spearing him with a warning look. “Don’t make me get the .22 and stick it in your face, Becker.”
He just laughed, infuriating her and making Boomer bark for joy at the sound. Well, the little dog didn’t hear much laughter in this place anymore.
“It’s the money, isn’t it?” he asked.
She scowled at the question, not following.
“You have issues with money,” he explained.
Was she that transparent? “Who doesn’t?”
“Hey, newsflash, Becker.” She snapped her fingers in his face. “I am not most women.”
Charcoal black eyes raked her from face to body and back up again, just as smoky and sexy as a man could look. “I noticed.”
Damn it, she hated the heat that generated. Two words. One look. And a couple of billion dollars. “I don’t believe money buys you happiness.”
“So says everyone who doesn’t have any.”
She ignored the dig. “Money buys nothing but misery, trust me, I know firsthand. Misery.” She jutted her chin toward the trailer door. “Honestly, thanks for the concern, but I can handle everything on my own. You can leave now.”
Instead of leaving, he crouched down and gave Boomer another scratch, glancing around. “Where’s the little one?” he asked.
Out trotted the wiener dog, the cowboy hat still firmly in his teeth. Well, what was left of it. Most of the brim had been chewed.
“Well, shoot, pooch. That was a Stetson.”
“Sorry,” Frankie said softly, fighting a smile.
He winked at her. “I can buy more, whether you like that or not. Which apparently you don’t.” He leaned closer and for a second she thought he was going to kiss her goodbye, but he fooled her by bending over to get his hat. After a quick snort of laughter, he placed it on his head, the chewed up rim right over his handsome face.
He walked to the door and opened it, taking one step down to the ground, looking up at the sky. “Nice evening to sleep with the goats, don’t you think?”
Her jaw dropped but before she could reply, he closed the door. She kneeled on the sofa, tipping the jalousie window an inch so she could see. It was pitch black out there, but her eyes adjusted quickly enough.
He walked to the goat pen, opened the gate, and disappear into the darkness. The girls bleated and nayed, but then they were all quiet. No doubt he was using those magic hands to calm the ladies and get them settled.
Exactly the opposite of what those hands did to her.
“Well, what do you think of that?” she whispered to Boomer. “There’s a billionaire sleeping with my does.”
Boomer barked once, then flattened himself like a pancake on the carpet, staring up at her with penetrating and unhappy eyes.
“I know you liked him.”
He made a quick whimper.
“Well, I didn’t.”
And a long, low moan.
“I know, I know. Great looking, loaded, caring, funny. Why wouldn’t I like him? Well, I’ll tell you why, Boom. Money is the root of all evil and pain and no one knows that better than I do.” She snapped the window back in place and locked the front door. And double bolted it.
Then she dug out the .22 and went to bed.
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Roxanne St. Claire is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than thirty novels of suspense and romance, including three popular series (The Bullet Catchers, The Guardian Angelinos, and Barefoot Bay) and multiple stand alone books.
In addition to being a six-time nominee and one-time winner of the RITA Award, Roxanne’s novels have won the National Reader’s Choice Award for best romantic suspense three times, as well as the Daphne du Maurier Award, the HOLT Medallion, the Maggie, Booksellers Best, Book Buyers Best, the Award of Excellence, and many others. Her books have been translated into dozens of languages and are routinely included as a Doubleday/Rhapsody Book Club Selection of the Month.
Roxanne lives in Florida with her family, and can be reached via her website, www.roxannestclaire.com or on her Facebook Reader page, www.facebook.com/roxannestclaire and on Twitter at www.twitter.com/roxannestclaire.