Seductively Yours by Anise Storm

Mason Steele
As one of the city’s most eligible bachelors and owner of the hottest new nightclub in the city, Mason’s fame and fortune were amassed by following two cardinal rules: Always keep sex casual Never mix business with pleasure Following the rules had never been a problem until he hires a new dancer who turns out to be a recent notch on his playboy bedpost. Drawn to her in a way he’d never been to anyone else, will he be able to keep her that way?

Rhyann Ward
After being awarded a ballet scholarship to an exclusive arts school, this Midwestern girl trades one Manhattan for another, moving from Kansas to New York, ready to follow her dreams with two goals in mind: Maintain her scholarship Land a spot in a world-wide production Quickly learning it takes more than passion, Rhyann discovers she also needs money. Convinced by her roommate to pole dance at a local club, she realizes her new boss is none other than the man she’d had a one night stand with. Her life begins to unravel when she is pulled into a new and dangerous world. Lust, intrigue, seduction, and temptation have consequences. As the pieces begin to fall apart, his past and her future pull together to create something neither can resist.


Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.

Lust, intrigue, seduction, and temptation have consequences. As the pieces begin to fall apart, his past and her future pull together to create something neither can resist.

What surprised you the most while writing this book?

I was surprised at how easy the dancing scenes came especially since I have two left feet.

Why did you pick the setting you used for your book?

I love the glitz and glamor of Manhattan, and it was the perfect setting for my billionaire series.

What is the sexiest trait of your hero(s)?

Mason is very unapologetic in everything he does. Rhyann is slightly insecure, but she is able to channel that into confidence.

What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?

I loved their NYC Christmas date.

What did you have to cut out of your book but wish you could have included?

I didn’t have to cut anything out of this book.

Tropes get a bad name, but they’re often the biggest draw for readers. What tropes do you love to write and read?

I love to read and write enemies to lovers. I have also been hooked on mafia books as well.

What are your favorite genres/sub-genres to write in? Are there any you love to read but cannot write in?

I love both contemporary and dark romance. I can read some paranormal, but I could never write it.

Which do you love to write best: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?

I love writing all the above but one.

Which do you hate to write: dialogue, setting, action, love scenes, or other?

That one is dialogue. I am naturally very introverted so my conversational skills are not always so interesting, and it is difficult for me to be witty when writing conversations between characters.


“Don’t stop on my account,” I murmured. My lips lingered close to her earlobe as I inhaled the scent of her shampoo. It wasn’t the cutesy flowery scents most women I knew used, but rather something more exotic. Notes of spice, possibly cinnamon, worked as a pheromone, drawing me in even closer. “What’s your name?”

She went to turn and when she did, I was able to snake one arm around her. My hand was now perilously close to one of her breasts and my smirk grew wider. She still hadn’t really started to dance again yet, and the way her eyes were trying to read mine, I didn’t think she intended to rectify that any time soon.

“What do you want it to be?”

I almost hadn’t heard her, and when I did, I blinked as if to refocus. A slight growl escaped my lips, and hers quirked upward this time.

“I should ask if it even matters.”

I chuckled, then replied, “And why would that be?”

I held her gaze the entire time, even when she ran one of her hands up my chest. I had ditched the jacket and tie on the plane, but I still had my button-down shirt on, even though the top three buttons had been left undone.

She had long fingernails, and I could feel the slight scrape of them over the bared patch of skin. Fuck, I wanted to feel all of her on me, skin to skin. I finally covered her hand with mine as it moved up my chest and now rested on my heart.

“Your name…”

Her smile grew wider, too. “I can be whoever you want me to be.”

Hmmm. Little did she know, she would be.

I’m a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary and dark romance.

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