A Calculated Seduction is another winner from Melissa Schroeder… A Calculated Seduction should be on everyone’s to-be-read list.  Melissa, Enchanted in Romance Reviewed by Enchanted in Romance

She continues to get better with every story she pens and A Calculated Seduction is no different. Not only does her writing style continually improve, but also her characters are likable, believable and just people the reader can relate to. As always, Melissa Schroeder writes a compelling romance by combining lots of outrageous lovemaking with a very passionate and loving relationship that develops between the two protagonists. This is a Melissa Schroeder story that won’t disappoint.” -Sarah W., Romance Junkies

Melissa Schroeder astounds the reader once again with her compelling characters and her well-paced love story. From the very first page, Ethan and Dulcy are two characters that the reader feels an immediate connection to. …I’ve read just about everything Ms. Schroeder has written and I have to say, she keeps getting better and better, A Calculated Seduction being the perfect story to show off her incredible talent as a writer. This is one story you won’t want miss. -Sarah, Fallen Angel Reviews

Ethan let loose an aggravated sigh and shoved his hand through his hair. Every day he inched a step closer to embarrassing himself. He didn’t believe in fraternization with secretaries. Especially those under investigation.

And even though he knew it was a bad idea, he’d come close to asking Miss Menendez to dinner, to his bed. His dick jerked.

“And that’d be really sharp, MacMillan. Screwing your main suspect.”

Never in his life had he felt this need to conquer a woman, to own her, body and soul. He didn’t know what inspired such a reaction. Dulcy Menendez was a little mouse of a woman. She wasn’t small but she had dull brown hair, usually worn in a braid, dark brown eyes and glasses too big for her face. He couldn’t comprehend why his blood heated when she smiled her crooked smile.

He walked to his window and studied the landscape outside when he noticed Miss Menendez rushing out the door to her car. In three months, he’d never detected a man in her life. Other than the man he suspected she was helping embezzle from MacMillan Boots.

After meeting her, with her innocent eyes and her quiet nature, he’d pegged her for a goody two shoes. He’d been so convinced she was a “nice girl”. Then Bill had taken him aside and told him she was a suspect. And Ethan, after years of investigating people and shown the things she did, was stunned. Completely flabbergasted she would do something like that. To make matters worse, he was attracted to her.

God, she was built just like he preferred his women. A decent amount on top but a nice round bottom, shaped like a pear. What he wouldn’t do to take that rear end in his hands.

He shifted his feet to ease the tightness in his pants while he watched her taillights as she drove out of the parking lot. At first, he thought his attraction stemmed from going without a woman for so long. It had been over a year since he broke off his engagement with Fiona. There hadn’t been a steady woman in his life since then. But he knew better. If that were the problem, he’d jump the first available woman. Other women didn’t interest him. Dulcinea Menendez did.

All he had to do was find out who she was working for. And he needed to do it before he jumped Miss Menendez’s bones. He shut down his computer and headed out for the evening. Long days of running figures and resisting that cute little body of hers were stressing him out. As he turned to lock the door, he noticed her briefcase sitting on the floor beside her desk.

He picked it up and placed it on the desk. Deciding he couldn’t let the opportunity pass him by, he compressed the buttons and was pleased to find it unlocked. He rifled through the few papers she had, but most of it had to do with her family. A snapshot was hung on one of the pockets with a paperclip. Miss Menendez stood next to a blonde-headed boy in a baseball uniform. Both wore huge grins. He flipped it over.

Richy and me, followed by a date last spring.

He recognized the boy from the photograph on her desk. Hmm, must be the stepsister’s kid. He closed it up and bent to place it on the floor. He could take it to her. It was Friday evening and she might need something in the briefcase. Stopping by her apartment on the way home would be easy. It was on his way and he needed to check on her. It was just part of the job.