Dance of Seduction

By E. Connally

Mike Rizzo is working a photo shoot as security when the male model in the shoot fails to show. Because of his rugged good looks, he is pulled into the photo shoot as a substitute male model. In doing so, encounters a dancer whose haunting green eyes capture his heart and his protective instincts. He is drawn to her, only to discover her abusive and famous director husband wants to use him as an excuse to get rid of her. He sees the abuse first hand and acts to save Jennifer from her husband.

As Mike helps her stay safe from her husband they begin to develop strong feelings for each other. By pure luck they both survive the car bomb that was his first attempt to kill them. During their fight to keep away from Jennifer’s husband, they find something worth living for, each other. Mike fights the attraction, trying to be a friend and protector, but as his feelings for her grow till he can’t be dispassionate anymore and they fall deeply in love.

As their love for each other grows, only luck and self-sacrifice keeps them from being victims of Jennifer’s husband. During her husband's second attempt to kill them Jennifer sacrifices herself to save the man she loves, narrowly escapes death and is badly hurt. Mike and Jennifer must stay one-step ahead of her husband and his henchmen to stay alive. Their growing love forces them to take crazy chances and ultimately for them to survive they must face their own demons as well as Jennifer’s husband.

(LHEA - Live Happily Ever After )

• Language: English
• Publisher: E. Connally
• Release date: Sep 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301882557

E. Connally

E. Connally - I am an engineer, IT Manager and Entrepreneur. I have been writing for fifteen years and I am also a professional photographer. I have lived in Jamaica, Texas and all over the United States, but now live in Tennessee. I have traveled extensively in Africa, Asia, India and the Caribbean. There's something sensual and romantic about visiting another country and trying to understand its people and culture, so I try and weave my travels into all my stories.I love creating things, whether it be a beautiful sensual photo, building a chemical process or a rich steamy story. Creating things is a very personal, romantic and sensual act. I have been a photographer for over 30 years and a writer for 15. I published my first photography book over 25 years ago and my first written book 14 years ago.Being a hopeless romantic I began writing romance stories in 2005. Somehow hot and steamy passion seemed to enter into every story. So began my new career as an romance author that also believes wistful, daring, uninhibited desire is part of beautiful intimate love. All of us want to find that love. The one that conquers us, makes us weak in the knees and has a sense of belonging that completes us. It takes real strength and courage to surrender complete control to your lover, but without yielding to your lover you will never find what you seek. Submission in a relationship is strength covered in dignity. While love is a delicate balance between preserving who you are and at the same time giving all you have to your lover.To truly love you must be able to sacrifice. You must be able to give of yourself completely and totally without any regard to the consequences. Likewise, you must be able to take what you want from your lover, what you need, as well as what you desire. It's this intimate dance of give-and-take that makes love so powerful and earth shattering. As mere mortals, all we crave for someone to love us with as much passion and commitment as we love them. As simple as that sounds is incredibly hard to achieve, but when it happens look out because your world will never be the same.

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Dance of Seduction

by

E. Connally

Dance of Seduction

by

E. Connally

Copyright © 2013

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Acknowledgement

I wanted to thank all my fans that gave me ideas for various scenes in this book. Your feedback is the food for my writer's soul and your ideas feed my writing compulsion. I wanted to single out ess, mishfoxyy17, Navaura, and tiemeup.makemecum for their ideas and feedback.

I also want to thank two very special people. First my editor, Ann, without her, my ideas would be here, but in an unreadable format. She structured and crafted my words into proper English language making everything readable. I did not do well in English Grammar class, so trust me you are very happy that I have such a wonderful editor. In addition, she gave me ideas for character development and directions for the story. This story is as much hers as mine.

The second special person is Brandi at ebook Cover Designs. She put together the cover design and it pulled a story into a book. I have worked with many other artists, but Brandi is incredible, easy to work with, resulting in covers beyond my wildest expectations. The Covers make the book, and they are better than I ever envisioned.

Thank you all for helping this come together into the ebook Dance of Seduction.

Chapter 1- The Shoot

Because of his massive size, Mike was in huge demand as extra security for various events. This was one of those times and like every cop, Mike picked up a few extra dollars by working security in various capacities. Mike had done enough security that all the top security people knew his capabilities and his 6’4" frame of solid muscle helped his mystic.

Today Mike had been called to be extra security on a photo shoot. When he was offered security for a photo shoot full of scantily clad models, he jumped at the chance. He freely admitted passing the afternoon surrounded by, stunningly beautiful women could be a lot of fun. In this case, he had taken three days of vacation so he could work security for the shoot.

Mike’s connections and his reputation got him the plum assignment and it involved the security of the performers. His task meant he had to make sure no one interfered with the entertainers. This gave him lots opportunities to watch all the dancers, or that's what he had been told they were. All eight of the women dressed in slightly opaque leotards cut high on the hips and dipped low between their breasts. The leotards were skin-tight and looked like they were painted on, transparent enough to make out hints of everyone's navels and nipples.

All the women had slender waists and hips with smallish breasts. They were all athletic, elegant with lithe dancer’s bodies and long hair in varying colors and styles. They varied in height from roughly 5-foot to 5-foot 9 inches and every one of them had a spectacularly beautiful face to match their stunning figure. However, there was one woman that drew Mike's eyes.

She was one of the smallest women there with a tiny waist, slender hips and butt, with enough breasts to provide extraordinary womanly curves. Like all the others, she was spectacularly beautiful with something indefinably alluring and different about her. As she walked around the set, she had grace that was hard to define almost as if she was gliding. She floated seductively as though every step she took was part of an intricate dance. Her eyes separated her from the other beautiful women. They were a pale green and contrasted with her golden tanned skin and pale brown hair, the combination was very exotic and attractive.

However, it wasn't the color of her eyes that drew Mike in; it was the shy haunted looks that seemed permanently etched in eyes. Her extraordinary grace and beauty belied the seemingly painful, shy and troublesome look in her eyes. Mike would do his security thing, glancing around the perimeter making sure everything was okay, as the dancers milled around waiting for something to happen. However, his eyes always wandered back to this captivating green-eyed dancer. Whenever she saw him looking at her, she would blush and turn away as though she was afraid or embarrassed to be noticed.

How could an extraordinarily beautiful woman who happened to be on stage all the time, shy away from other people? Mike was intrigued. He wondered what her story was and resolved to find out more about this intriguing woman.

Mike’s attention was pulled away by a commotion on the left-hand side of the stage. A man holding a camera was ranting, raving and seemed visibly upset about something. He was screaming at anyone who would listen. Mike concluded that he was the photographer for this event. Something made him angry and he was very upset. He had no idea what it was, so he migrated over to that area to see if he could find out.

Mike walked over to where the photographer was letting one of his underlings endure the most of his frustration and asked if he could help resolve the problem. The photographer at first glanced over at Mike in annoyance and was about to tell him to mind his own business. Then he did a double take, looking at the magnificent male specimen standing before him. He realized in this moment, that his problem might be solved. Whipping around to face Mike and ignoring the underling, whom a few seconds ago he had been berating, he inquired. Who are you?

My name is Mike and I'm on the security staff here. What seems to be the problem? He queried.

Well, the problem is, everyone is here except the male model scheduled to be the centerpiece in our photo shoot. He's a no show today. The photographer gave Mike a long appraising look and continued, You would be perfect. Have you ever done any modeling?

Mike had done a photo shoot on police fitness routines for a fitness magazine and told the photographer so. However, he added, I'm a policeman and I see where you're headed. Before I could commit to anything you would have to run it up my chain of command. We have morals clauses and I not going to risk my job for one off model shoot.

First things first. Said the photographer, Could you take off your shirt, let me see your build and see if you would fit the bill?

Mike didn't see any harm in this, so he stripped off his black polo shirt and revealed his ripped torso. Mike worked hard at keeping his body in tiptop shape and that was readily apparent, as he stood there topless. From his bulging muscular arms, broad muscle defined chest, small waist and tight defined six-pack abs, Mike was the perfect example of the masculine Adonis.

The photographer vigorously started nodding his head up and down, started mumbling things to himself about sets and costumes then said, Yes, yes you're perfect. Who do I have to call to get permission for you to be in my photo shoot?

Mike gave him the name of Captain Greene and said that ultimately the police communications office and lawyers would also have to sign off. The photographer nodded to his assistant and make sure that he got all the information and mumbled something about calling the mayor. Abruptly, the photographer turned grabbed his assistant and walked off leaving Mike standing there with his shirt off. Mike shrugged and put on his shirt then turned back to the stage where all the dancers were. As he did, he saw that intriguing dancer with the green eyes staring at him, but as his eyes connected with hers, she once again blushed and turned away.

Mike decided he'd had enough of the cat and mouse game and boldly walked over to where all the dancers were congregating around the circular stage. He walked up to the beautiful green-eyed dancer and introduced himself.

Hi, my name is Mike and I figured since we would be working together we should at least know each other's names. He said as he held out his hand.

She looked up, met his eyes, startled at his sudden approach, then immediately dropped her eyes in embarrassment. She reached out and put her tiny hand in his. Her hand was engulfed in his massive palm as she replied, Jennifer.

In that instant as their hands touched, she felt something, electricity or a tingling that traveled up her arm, giving her goose bumps. She lifted her eyes to their hands clasped then raised them further to gaze into Mike's warm brown eyes. She held his gaze for a few heartbeats and felt his strength and kindness flow into her. Then she realized what she was doing and dropped her gaze, pulling her hand from his, turned and rushed off to the other side of the stage.

Mike felt it too. When she touched him and placed her soft hand in his, he felt warmth radiate up his whole body and he felt flushed as he held her hand. When she looked up and their eyes met, he felt her beautiful feminine spirit, but it seemed to have been crushed by something. Her sadness, deep and abiding seemed to overwhelm him. When she pulled her hand out of his and ran away, he was left standing there trying to figure out why.

He was about to go after her, to see if she was all right, when the photographer came up and grabbed him by the arm and said. Everything has been approved. Come with me.

Mike turned and looked at the photographer stunned, because nothing in city government was ever done this quickly, however, Mike quickly recovered and spoke. I’ll need to verify that information.

The photographer held up a cell phone with Captain Greene on the other end. Mike took the phone and he verified that everything had indeed been approved at the highest levels. Apparently, this photographer had some real juice, especially with the mayor and Mike hoped that this was not going to turn into something bad. Mike followed the photographer back to his staging area so he could show him what to do.

The photographer explained that there were three parts to this shoot. Most of the underwriting for this shoot revolved around a men's deodorant commercial. This would be shot as a video with all the dancers flocking to Mike, obviously enamored with the scent of the deodorant. The second part would consist of photography once again for the deodorant print ads. The third part would be erotic art that would be part of a photographic exhibition.

The first two parts were relatively straightforward and all he had to do was be a foil for all the dancers. He wanted to get some information about the third shoot and what was expected there. In a casual tone the photographer said, Well there will be full frontal nudity for you but not for the dancers. Now Mike was going to have a problem. He said so as he picked up his cell phone and called Captain Greene to verify that everyone knew there was nudity involved in these photo shoots.

Captain Greene responded that, No, nudity had not been mentioned. I suspect it would not be a problem based on the amount of juice the photographer seemed to have with the mayor. Well officer Rizzo, let me call and verify that.

Mike was feeling uncomfortable right now. His large cock had created problems for him all his life. During his football years in high school and college, his nickname had been horse, which had been a polite public name for the teasing he got over his horse cock. Throughout his succession of girlfriends, none seemed interested in him but only having a go at his legendary cock. He had moved to LA to get rid of the stigma of his monster cock. Only once undercover and once at a private show did anyone ever see his massive unit.

Potentially he was being ordered to; once again, revive the legend of his horse cock. Mike worked hard for people to take him seriously and now was potentially going to get to his old reputation back, all because of the deodorant commercial. Mike didn't have any problem with nudity or even showing off his assets, but he knew what would follow. There would be groupies that only wanted one thing and that was to see what his monster cock would feel like.

Mike had never had any problems getting girls but is massive cock had caused him nothing but grief. Either his large cock was all the women wanted or they were so petrified by its size, they never wanted him near