Seduced in Sand

  Winning her heart may require sneaking a dink past her defenses.

  Tulle and Tulips, Book 5

  If Queen of Venues Tabatha Sampson wasn’t so easy to like she’d be universally hated. At Tulle and Tulips, she wins over her clients with a deft likeability, and a gift for finding them the wedding venue of their dreams.

  Her polished veneer fools everyone into thinking she’s never known hardship, that everything she touches is blessed with perfection. In truth, her deepest secret is her life’s biggest failure—her husband.

  A reformed beach bum turned professional volleyball player, Danny Hampton knows a thing or two about how to work a crowd. On the circuit he wins the hearts of spectators and sponsors while keeping his own safely shielded. Since stepping onto the sand he’s done nothing but win. Behind his easy smile lies the heart of his biggest loss—his wife.

  Now he’s determined to show Tabatha he’s a changed man. But it’ll take more than heated kisses to keep her pen off the dotted line at the bottom of their divorce papers.

  Warning: This title contains a man determined to be the hero every woman could want, and one woman needs.

  Seduced in Sand

  Nikki Duncan

  Dedication

  To Gracen, my Twitter go-to girl for volleyball questions.

  Chapter One

  Romeo, Romeo, where for art my Romeo? #onlinedating

  Tabatha Sampson set her phone on the bar, well aware that her date was ten minutes late, and turned her attention from Twitter and what-ifs to the glass of Moscato sitting before her. After a crap day at work, she’d seriously considered a heavier drink, a triple shot of something one hundred proof, but stopped herself for the sake of her date.

  If she’d met the man before, even once, she’d have been more inclined to go ahead and indulge in the stronger drink. Predictably, first dates, especially those planned over the Internet, were tricky enough with the need to be on her best behavior and make a good first impression. Wouldn’t want to do anything remotely scandalous that could turn a man off. Booze, especially too much or something too hard, put first impressions in jeopardy.

  She’d also learned the worst time to reach for liquor was when she felt a need for it. That was when she was more inclined to overindulge. Overindulgence never really killed the pain, only dulled it temporarily.

  “Rough day?”

  “Not the smoothest.”

  Sam, a bartender Tabatha had met through her co-worker and friend Misty, leaned against the bar and sent her steady I’m-a-bartender-and-can-see-into-your-soul stare across the bar. “You sure that wine is going to be enough?”

  “It’s going to have to be.” Tabatha smiled, almost feeling like it was real.

  “Bride trouble?”

  “Venue trouble, which caused the bride trouble.”

  Tabatha prided herself on being the Master of Venues at Tulle and Tulips Designer Weddings. But when a hotel double-booked a space and forgot to mention the issue until a month before a wedding, even the master struggled to pull picturesque bliss out of her hat. The need for perfection had required her to rearrange her day and spend seven hours with an understandably panicked bride.

  It had taken the efforts of Tabatha, Kayla, Lori and Tess to ease the bride’s anxieties and prevent her from severing the heads of innocent bystanders. After several hours of last-minute appointments and venue visits, they’d found a place suitable for the bride’s vision. It had actually been a place she looked at early in the planning stages but vetoed because of price. In addition to being a venue master, Tabatha also had a reputation as a tough negotiator. Due to the hotel’s mistake, they would be paying a breach of contract fine that made the new location more than affordable.

  The satisfaction of the win had soothed the bride’s feathers nicely, but the remnants of the stress took longer to fade from Tabatha’s neck and shoulders.

  “If you change your mind,” Sam said as she smiled at an approaching customer, “just let me know.”

  “I won’t, but thanks for the offer.” Tabatha caught sight of the newcomer in the mirror behind the bar. Her pulse jumped.

  “Yeah, Tabatha never changes her mind once it’s made up.” The man spoke near her ear as be brushed aside her hair and sniffed her. “Still too uptight for the good stuff I see.”

  Shivers ran down her neck and she knew, instantly and instinctively, that her date was the one man she’d expected never to hear from again, at least not in person. As quickly as she recognized him all the old feelings kicked in.

  Disappointment and lust, anger and rapture. Danny awakened every emotion by existing. His free-spirited approach to life made her feel more alive than anyone or anything else. And he always let her down by his inability to be dependable.

  Shivers of attraction turned to the heat of resentment. She’d finally decided to start dating again, to see if anyone could make her feel half of what her friends seemed to be finding, and in walked her husband.

  He would be her ex-husband if he stopped playing games with the attorneys and signed the divorce papers. But no. He did just enough to keep them legally married, so the best she’d gotten in over a year after leaving him was a legal separation.

  “Danny. What are you doing here?”

  “We have a date.”

  “No.” He couldn’t be Daniel, the man she’d been communicating with through the dating site. The man whose profile picture, and every other picture she found online, was an action shot of him spiking a ball over a volleyball net. Dark glasses, a ball cap and white sunblock on his nose added to his appeal and left her imagination free to fill in the details.

  The wildest musings of her imagination hadn’t filled in details resembling Danny.

  Yeah, he was as gorgeous as ever. Tall and lean, tan and blond, in amazing shape. But Danny was Danny, a beach bum with a good heart and crappy follow-through. Danny defined forgetfulness and adventure. The man she’d agreed to meet was Daniel, a serious athlete respected for his dedication to his teammate and named as a favorite for the Olympic team. Daniel was a man who defined commitment and follow-through.

  She’d had Danny, the man who’d given her no reason to stay with him. She wanted Daniel, the man who’d given her every reason to think he was worth a risk. “We do not have a date.”

  He slid onto the stool beside her and reached for her hand. She pulled it away.

  “You’re here for Daniel, an Olympic-caliber volleyball player.”

  “Yes, and though you might be comfortable in the sand—” and anyplace else that allowed him to be a responsibility-shirking bum, “—you lack the dedication to be a serious athlete or dependable partner. I won’t go into the list of other things you lack, but someone should warn your teammate.”

  “I never thought you had it in you to be cold, Tabatha.”

  “That’s just the thing, Danny.” The old hurt that came from wanting him to be different and always being disappointed when he wasn’t took control. “You know nothing about me.” She reached into her purse and pulled out some cash to pay for her drink. “You never did. I, however, know you. Like if you’d been honest with your identity on your profile I’d have known you’d be late.”

  “And I know more than you think. Like if I’d been completely honest on my profile we wouldn’t be here now. I know I’ve changed and could convince you if you gave me a chance.” He grabbed her hand when she stood to leave. “I especially knew how to make your body hum. And I’d bet I still do.”

  Her body heated, blood and vein and muscle, in an instant. The day’s stress that hadn’t eased faded beneath the warmth to be replaced by irritation. I
rritation that she had no control of her reactions to his touch. Instead of saying anything, she stared at him.

  “Come back to my place.” He smiled the charming smile that had always weakened her knees or diffused her anger or kicked her libido into overdrive. “Let me remind you of all the ways we’ve always been right together.”

  Calmly, when she didn’t feel calm at all, she pulled her hand from his grasp and took a step away from him and the barstools. Every inch she put between them helped her resist the temptation to give in to him. She’d needed to distance herself from him when they were together. She needed to stay away now.

  He could turn her resistance to mush with nothing more than a look. A touch sent her heart racing and fuzzed her mind of everything but thoughts of him. A whisper or breath against her skin had her ready to rip off her clothes. And his.

  Sex had never been a problem for them.

  He claimed to be different, and she wanted it to be the truth. The idea that he would move from California to Miami and become a responsible man capable of dedicating himself to something was appealing. Thinking he did it for her, even partially, ignited a dangerous excitement.

  She held firm in her resolve.

  “I am not going anywhere with you. Whatever game you’re playing, give it up and sign the divorce papers. Sam,” Tabatha said as she grabbed her phone, “have a great night.”

  “Tell Jace we miss him around here,” Sam said with a goodbye wave.

  “You bet.” It was a harmless statement, but it filled Tabatha with pleasure when she saw Danny’s brown eyes darken until the green flecks in their depths vanished. He was jealous, and she wasn’t going to tell him Jace was a friend’s fiancé. Jealousy suggested he cared about something other than himself.

  She was smiling as she promised to deliver Sam’s message. She was tweeting as she crossed the bar for the exit.

  A douche is a douche of course of course and no woman should date a douche of course. #onlinedating

  Her phone jingled with every retweet and mention notification as she drove from Sam’s to the bar where some of the Tulle and Tulips ladies were having dinner. With the girls, unlike with Danny or any other man, she could be herself. She could drink the less-girly drinks and talk about whatever she wanted.

  She hadn’t realized until after she’d ended the relationship with Danny how much of herself she’d held back when they were together. Tan, athletic, charming and great in bed, she’d done everything possible to be happy with him and to keep him happy. Eventually, the weight of always pretending not to care that he spent more time playing at the beach than holding down a job had become too much.

  Walking into Blackbird Ordinary, Lori’s bar of choice when she was staying in Trevor’s downtown apartment, Tabatha found herself looking forward to some downtime with friends.

  “I thought you had plans tonight,” Shayna said. “I saw your tweet and was curious.”

  “The tweet was mild.” There were worse things she could say about Danny, things she’d definitely thought at times. She’d held back, though, because there was a thin line between professionalism and dirty laundry airing. “He was the biggest douche I’ve ever had the unfortunate experience of meeting. I left before finishing the first drink.”

  “That’s bad.” Darci wasted no time leaping on the new distraction. “What did he do?”

  “It wasn’t any one thing as much as it was his arrogance.”

  “Arrogance hasn’t bothered you before,” Lori pointed out.

  “No, but this guy… He said I’m stiff and uptight.” Her teeth ground audibly. For a man who’d primarily paid attention to her with the goal of getting her naked he had a knack for pushing her buttons. Maybe because he knew which ones to push in bed. “He’s an ass.”

  “Ha!” Shayna laughed in a quick burst. “What gave him that impression?”

  She wouldn’t go into explanations on why he’d think anything about her, especially in front of Lori who, in addition to being the only one to know about her marital status was always ready to jump on an opportunity to start asking questions. “Running late, which I could forgive, he slid onto the stool beside me, leaned close and sniffed me. He sniffed me.”

  “Did he say you smelled funny?” Darci asked.

  “No, but after sniffing me he asked if I’d be going back to his place with him.” As if she would drop her panties as easily as she had years earlier. She’d defeated that weakness in herself. The temptation had shown itself in a very real way, but she’d controlled it.

  “It’s an uncommon way to begin a first date, but not enough to leave so soon when you could just as easily set him straight.”

  “As if you and Trevor had a normal start, Lori. And I could have stayed to correct him, but trust me when I say he’s not worth it. Life is too short to waste it on men like that.”

  Lori shot her a look that said she knew Tabatha was leaving something important out. Fortunately she didn’t push the topic in front of the other gals.

  “Who’s to say what’s normal in this world?” Shayna asked. “Lori was a spy posing as a call girl when she met and almost killed Trevor. Now they’d be engaged if she would just say yes already.”

  “And Leigh met Burton when he was handcuffed naked to a toilet in a home goods store,” Lori said.

  “Misty’s the most normal of us so far. If being saved from a mugger by Captain Hook in a parking garage can be counted as normal.”

  “I’m still not calling him.” Tabatha shook her head. She wouldn’t be giving in to her friends. “He isn’t welcome in my life.”

  “It’s sad that the majority of the women in my life seem content to stay single,” Lori said with a sadness in her eyes. “I wish you guys understood what you were missing.”

  Her friends turned their attention to Darci and the status of her dating life. The distraction might have been fun if Tabatha’s mind hadn’t gotten stuck on Lori’s comment about understanding what they were missing.

  She knew well what she was missing—the good and the bad. Companionship, when he decided to show up. Regular, mind-melting sex. A sounding board, not that he’d ever really listened. There were more items for both columns, but the bad had begun to outweigh the good.

  Darci’s grin winked as brightly as the diamonds in her tie necklace. “What’s the real reason you walked out?”

  “He lied on his dating profile, and I don’t mean about what he looked like, which he kept hidden with hats and glasses. I mean in everything else.”

  “Like what?” Shayna asked. “If he’s hot enough it might not matter.”

  “His name, who he is as a person, what he considers most important in life.”

  Darci took a drink of her drink and nodded. “Those are important.”

  “Hmmm.” Lori shook her head. “It would depend on the extent of the lie.”

  “Says the former spy who made a living lying,” Shayna joked with a bump of her shoulder against Lori’s.

  Lori shrugged. “Some lies, told for the right reasons, should be forgiven.”

  “How about lies told for the purpose of entrapping someone?”

  “What kind of trap?” Darci’s grin became almost lecherous. “I’m pretty sure Burton would tell you his last trap worked out pretty well.”

  “Not the handcuff kind.” Though she and Danny had been known to use cuffs once upon a time or two. “He said his name was Daniel and that he’s a volleyball player with Olympic expectations. He said making the people he loved happy made him happy. He said the most important thing in life was a woman who understood him, who he could respect because she stood up for what she wanted, and who he could spend evenings, nights and mornings making happy.”

  Darci, Lori and Shayna all shuddered and made gagging faces. Darci was the first to speak. “He sounds atrocious. I would have walked out too.”

  “Ha
.” Tabatha mocked. “Daniel may think he’s that guy. Danny, which is who showed up, is a beach bum who never knew a day of responsibility and discipline in his life. If it wasn’t fun he wasn’t interested.”

  “That’s a lot to know about a man you only spent a few minutes with.” Lori, who always saw the untold story beneath the surface looked at her closely. “Unless you’ve known him longer than a few minutes.”

  Like two bodybuilders on steroids arm wrestling, the urge to squirm beneath Lori’s scrutiny wrestled with the urge to keep the past a secret. As much as she’d shared with her friends, she’d never talked about her time with Danny. Lori knew he existed, but only as the man she was trying to divorce.

  When she’d made her decision to leave her husband, to walk away and leave Danny, she’d known it needed to be done but she’d been unsure if she was making the right choice. Now, she was just as conflicted.

  Chapter Two

  “That’s some power you have. Of the repellant variety.” Sam took Tabatha’s wine glass, somehow sounding sympathetic. “Tabatha’s meet-ups normally last longer.”

  Sensing he had a chance to learn about his wife’s new life, Danny turned and faced Sam more directly. “She have a lot of meet-ups?”

  “A girl has to kiss a lot of frogs.” Sam leaned on the bar and winked. “You wanted to be one of her frogs, huh?”

  “I wouldn’t say it like that, but I used to be her favorite.” Wouldn’t mind being her favorite again.

  Nodding, like she understood everything she couldn’t even know, Sam went to serve some other customers. Her distraction gave Danny time to doubt—again—the wisdom of his decisions.

  Tabatha’s attorney had refused to divulge her new address, so Danny had Googled her. Finding her neck deep in wedding planning in Miami, he’d set a plan in action.

  He moved. Then he heard of a spot on a pairs beach volleyball team, and being as at home in the sand as he was in his own skin, he’d gone to the tryouts. His years on high school and college teams had helped him win the spot. With a new purpose in his life, a plan for winning Tabatha back began to form.