Jack Lazar, the primary character in my Jack Lazar Series of action, mystery & suspense novels, is an electromagnet for trouble.

It's sometimes difficult to understand how or why, but it began on a beach one night at the brink of a raging storm when a beautiful woman was shot, and he raced to save her life. Since then, danger and mayhem haven't stopped coming at him.

Jack also has an obsession with women, and his inability to resist them is usually what gets him into trouble in the first place. You'd think, as the author of his books, that I could talk some sense into him. But I haven't had any luck. He needs to be who he needs to be, after all, whether I like it or not.

Take the following scene from Lazar's Challenge where Jack is trying his best NOT to sleep with a smoking hot French girl in Paris, and she's not happy about it:

“No other man has ever said no to me. What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong with me. I told you, this is about loyalty and friendship, and those are damn good reasons for me to say no. Under any other circumstances…well…I doubt I could keep my hands off you.”

“Really?” She seemed to enjoy that little piece of knowledge.

“Yeah, really.”

“I would love to feel your hands on me, Jacques.”

Oh dear, I just created a monster.

“Michele, please.”

She released the clasp of her bra and let it fall away.

“Do you not want to touch these? Would you not like to put them in your mouth? They taste really nice, mon ami.” She raised a breast to her lips and ran her tongue around the nipple.

God help me.

“I can’t imagine anything more exciting than that, but you have to stop now.”

Michele rolled her eyes, picked up the bra and returned to the bathroom without saying a word. Jack watched through the mirror as she put it on again and began fiddling with her blouse.

Jack had smoothed over tough negotiations with dozens of high-dollar business deals. Surely, he could find some common ground with this woman.

“Look, Michele. I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement. Why don’t you just get in here, lie down, and I’ll hold you again, just like before.”

“Non. Merci.” Short and to the point.

“Let me put it another way. I’m not letting you leave.”

She laughed. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you aren’t walking out that door tonight.”

She stepped back into the room, now fully dressed in her flight attendant uniform, and she gave him a wicked smile. “How do you plan on stopping me? Are you going to tie me up?”

Jack couldn’t help but be amused. “If necessary. But it won’t be what you have in mind.”

Michele pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes in defiance.

He looked her up and down and waggled a finger at her. “You can take off the skirt and the shoes, but that’s it. Then get into bed.”

“I have not agreed to stay here. And I will not do it until you ask nicely.”

“I’ve already tried that.”

She laughed. “That was asking nicely?”

Impossible.

“Okay. Let’s start over. Now, Michele. Please stay the night with me. I really want you to be here, and it would be my honor to protect you.”

“I do not believe you.”

“Why not?”

“You sound insincere.”

“For chrissake, just get in the goddamn bed!”

“No blouse.”

“What?”

“I am not wearing the blouse. It is stiff, tight, uncomfortable, and it will bunch up underneath me. I do not like that.”

“A little while ago you got into bed with your skirt and your blouse. Seems like you’re already ahead of the game here.”

“I would never have fallen asleep like that.”

Jack sighed. “Don’t you have a nightgown around here or something?”

“I sleep naked.” She flashed him that wicked smile again. “You are lucky to have me in my bra and panties.”

That shot another bolt of fire to his groin.

Shit.

“Fine. But no funny business.” He raised a resolute eyebrow.

“I would not dream of it.”

“Uh-huh. Right.”

Michele began to undress again, this time doing it directly in front of Jack as she stared into his eyes. The woman simply wasn’t going to stop screwing with him. In no time she was back to her negligible bra and panties, and she slid into the bed, once again patting the mattress next to her. “C’mon, Jacques.”

He took a deep breath and obeyed, but this time positioned himself on top of the comforter so their bodies wouldn’t touch. Perhaps that would compensate for the “no blouse rule”.

Michele placed her head on Jack’s chest, and it seemed like she was trying to get situated, but in less than a minute she was back out of the covers with a generous portion of her body draped over Jack, her leg resting on his crotch, her arm slid underneath his neck. She writhed around several times, apparently trying to find the right position, and each time she brushed against his groin, arousing him again.

There was no question in Jack’s mind that she noticed his partial erection and was continuing to work him on purpose, perhaps to see how big she could get him.

Naughty little minx.

He couldn’t imagine anything more intimate, and once again he found himself struggling with a combination of guilt and intense sexual energy shooting up from his tailbone and intensifying in his chest. The kind of force that compels a man to succumb to his primitive instincts, to take a woman in no uncertain terms, to overpower her with his strength and plant his seed.

The urge was oh so hard to resist, but somehow Jack mustered up the strength to endure, and he began to relax as Michele finally drifted to sleep, her soft breath wafting across his neck, the faint aroma of red wine floating into his nostrils.

Eventually, his arousal graduated into a strange form of intoxication, and the torture subsided, finally giving him the means to make it through the night.

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It probably goes without saying that Michele eventually ends up wearing down Jack's resistance, but you'll have to read the book to find out how.

Cheers.