Archive | June 2015

Body Lock ~ Kimmie Easley

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BODY LOCK

AUTHOR: Kimmie Easley

Genre: Erotic Romance
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Boring and comfortable. Dakota Asher functions best under a structured routine. However, her mundane life has other plans as she violently loses the love of her life. Realizing the boring lifestyle now only leaves her with her own, crippling thoughts, Dakota puts a new plan in motion.
Adrenaline.
MMA coach, Ford Herveaux specializing in adrenaline.
Dakota now specializes in Ford.
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In that moment I knew I would always love Scott, but I had come to terms with his death. What I was struggling with now was the guilt.
Ford turned and gazed at me. His magnetic eyes were now stormy and dark.
“Dakota, there’s nothing I can say that would keep you from beating yourself up. The way I see it, the ball’s in your court. You’re either in the ring or you’re on the sideline watching. That’s no way to live. It looks like you’re trying, and to be honest, that’s all a person can do, keep moving forward. I know it’s easier said than done, but it’s live or die. There’s no in between. There’s always going to be hurdles, hopefully nothing of this magnitude, but you have to look at it like everything is outside of your circle. You have to choose one thing at a time to bring in and deal with. If it’s too much or overwhelming, you kick it back out.”
I was fixated on him and his unexpected words of wisdom. “Something tells me there’s some deeply rooted baggage behind that advice.”
“Maybe.”
“Anything else you want to share?”
“Without a doubt.” Ford turned and positioned himself in front of me. “But I’m not so sure this is the right time or not.”
My chest felt weightless, the air bouncing around on the inside leaving me winded. “What if I told you it was the perfect time?”
He pressed himself against my bare legs. “I would say you’re a smart lady. Who am I to argue?” He used his weight to make my knees fall to the sides. He leaned in further and I felt the heat rolling off his skin.
Ford’s eyes locked on mine as he moved in to claim my lips. The pressure from his sensual mouth bit at my sensitive bottom lip, but I didn’t care. The taste of Shiner was enthralling. I wanted more. I wound my arms around his hard, muscular neck, pulling him in closer. My body begging for more.
I moaned in his mouth, causing his body to react. His hands moved from my face, trailing down my back and gripping my bottom. He squeezed and pressed me further into him. The erotic kiss left me breathless. Ford’s hot lips moved, peppering my silky shoulders with urgent kisses.
Gasping for air, I dug my fingers through his short hair. The muscles in my body contracted as his rough hands skimmed my upper thighs.
Heat surged to the apex between my legs.
“Shit, I can’t get enough of you. It’s messing with my fucking head.” Ford took a step backwards. His excitement was obvious by his aroused cock straining to break free, which only made me wetter.
“But it’s okay, really. I want it. I want you. Don’t you feel the same way?” There was a pinch in my chest, like a knife nicking at my heart.
He lowered his head to make eye contact. He took my face in his hands. “So much it fucking hurts to breathe right now.”
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Kimmie is an Amazon International bestselling romance author who grew up traveling the country, rarely settling in one place for much longer than a minute. Being no stranger to heartache and love, she allows her unconventional life to fuel her writing.

Kimmie is addicted to all things books, wine, cupcakes and flip-flops. She is a homeschool momma, southern wife and pug wrangler.Kimmie can be found somewhere in the south writing wine worthy stories.

 

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Speedy Rewards ~ Jeff Arno

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Phil Mitchell pours his heart and soul into his job as manager of Speedy Mart, a local convenience store. He loves his work and he loves his fellow employees, but when it comes to his personal life, Phil is lonely and depressed and still pining for his long-departed ex.

He embarks upon the week from hell where anything that can go wrong does. It begins with a truck crashing into his outdoor sign and only goes downhill from there.

Add an asshole homophobic boss hell bent on seeing him fired and Phil realizes he needs to put into place a plan to save himself and his job.

First step in his plan… do something about his love life.

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Meanwhile, Ezra, one of Phil’s team members, is dealing with his own roller coaster ride of a week.

As is Brandon, the local cop…

And Mark, the homophobic boss…

Perhaps, with a little… luck, the next week will be better.

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About the author

JEFF ERNO began writing LGBT fiction in the late 1990s. Although an avid reader and amateur writer from a very young age, Jeff pursued a career as a retail store manager in Northern Michigan. When his first gay-themed novel was published, he was shocked that anyone would even want to read it. So far, he’s published over thirty novels. Jeff lives in Southern Michigan, where he works part time at a convenience store.

Jeff’s writing credits include a variety of themes and sub-genres including male romance, Young Adult, Science Fiction, erotica, and BDSM. He is the winner of a 2012 Rainbow Award and an Honorable Mention in 2011. His style is unpretentious and focused upon emotionally-driven, character-based stories that touch the heart. Jeff is especially passionate about young adult literature and combating teen bullying and youth suicide.

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Making Ends Meet ~ Anna Clifton

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From Anna Clifton comes a sweet, emotional, beautiful romance about a man whose life has been derailed and the unexpected woman who can help him get it back on track.

‘It’s for other reasons that I won’t need a nanny beyond a month.’

Twenty-three year old nanny Somer Sullivan has never had a job quite like this one: fix the messed-up, out-of-control life of high-profile artist and thirty-something dad Harry Halligan. But Somer is organised, efficient and not afraid of a challenge. She will do everything Harry needs her to do, including bringing his ex-wife home for good.

‘One month, Harry, and I’ll be out of here.’

Harry Halligan doesn’t want a nanny, but he needs one—he needs Somer. She’s the only one who can reach his troubled daughter, who can bring some measure of peace to his home. But as Somer advances her mission to fix his life, a few things become clear: his ex-wife might not be the answer, and Somer just might be. But Somer is running like hell from something in her own life and hiding in his.

Only one thing is for sure. Harry now has less than a month to make the hardest decision he’ll ever have to make—a decision that will change all of their lives forever.

Bio

Anna Clifton is a lawyer by trade and a mother to several children and a couple of cats. Her passion is writing warm, family oriented contemporary romance novels with a special focus on legal eagles. Making Ends Meet is her fourth novel.

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Are you mad? You want to write a love story about a marriage breakdown, with children involved and the ex still on the scene?

They were the thoughts that ran through my head as I jotted down early plot notes for Making Ends Meet. Perhaps I was mad, but I’m also a romantic at heart. Marriage breakdown, particularly where one party has little to no control over the decision to end it, has touched the lives of many people I care about. Incredibly, their heartbreaking journeys have brought home to me, like nothing else, the healing power of love and forgiveness, the miracle of optimism and second chances, and the truth that the end of a marriage does not have to spell ‘the end of love’ – far from it. I hope you enjoy Harry and Somer’s story.

Excerpt

‘Ask my ex-wife out!’ Harry spluttered. ‘What do you mean, on a date?’

‘Yes.’ Somer looked genuinely mystified at his reaction.

‘What for?’

‘Harry!’ she lobbed back at him, disgust heavy in her voice. ‘Have you no clue about women? Where were you planning on meeting her to talk about reconciliation?’

‘I don’t know,’ Harry admitted, flummoxed by her questions as he ran a hand through his hair. ‘My place. Hers. A coffee shop …’

‘A coffee shop!’ Somer nearly exploded. ‘Do you want her back or not?’

‘What do you suggest?’

‘Dinner, of course—somewhere special!’

Harry shook his head.

‘What?’ Somer challenged, leaning her elbows on the table again.

‘Won’t that scare her off?’

‘You’ve both been through a lot. You need to show her that you want a fresh start. You’ll never convince her of that in a coffee shop. Which brings me to my next concern.’

Harry pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes before dropping them into his lap again. ‘I should have known that a Sullivan woman would have a ‘next concern’.

Somer shrugged.

‘Okay, let me have it.’

‘Your appearance.’

‘What’s wrong with my appearance?’

‘You look like an unmade bed.’

‘Guy told me that women find that attractive,’ Harry countered with checkmate smugness.

‘What would Zegna-Man know about unmade beds?’

‘Are you saying I’m unattractive, Somer Sullivan?’

‘Are you fishing for compliments, Harry Halligan?’

She smiled impishly and Harry dropped his gaze from her face to steady his thoughts, and his pulse rate. For God help him, she was so mind-blowingly, breathtakingly wonderful. She was dropping her guard with him, as though knowing that he wanted Freya back had wiped out all the tension she was carrying around him. The effect was unintentionally cataclysmic, and not in a way that could ever be good for either of them…

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Stalker ~ Clarissa Wild

Title: Stalker
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: June 16th, 2015
Genre: Dark Romance (18+)

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Fuck me once, I’ll fuck you twice … then I’ll bury you.

No prison can keep me from seeking revenge. Especially when it comes to her.

She, the woman who put me in jail.

I swore that I’d come for her, to claim what belongs to me: Her life.

I’m not a good man. On the contrary, I love to be bad. It’s in my veins. Just like it’s in my veins to ruin her.

She’s an actress, pretending to be a saint, but we both know that isn’t true. One way or another, she’ll pay for what she did.

I will hunt for her. Make her fear me. Make her body mine.

Bad deeds never go unpunished … And I always go out with a bang.



WARNING: This book is a DARK ROMANCE STANDALONE – it has a non-conventional ending. This isn’t rainbow sprinkles & unicorn fluff. It’s a dark, thrilling journey of two people clashing over love, lust, and hatred. Heed the warning. Contains graphic violence, alcohol, drugs & other disturbing content. 



No Cliffhanger. Stand Alone.

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Frowning, I walk toward the door and notice it’s been left open. Outside are red drops scattered across the floor. I lean forward, so I can scour the premise, and that’s when I notice the pool of blood lying on the porch.
My eyes widen and I scream.
Stumbling backward inside the house, I slam the door shut with shaky hands.
That blood, is it Arthur’s? What’s going on? Is he here?
Shit, I knew it.
I immediately reach for my umbrella stand and fish out the rifle hidden behind all the umbrellas. I should’ve prepared more for this day, but I didn’t think it would arrive so soon. I lock and load the rifle, turning around quickly to surprise my attacker.
“Show yourself, you motherfucker,” I scream. “I know it’s you.”
“Hello, Vanessa ….” His voice brings me chills to the bone. “Long time, no see.”
“Get the fuck out of my house!” I yell, turning circles.
The voice is coming from everywhere, and I don’t know where he is. If I move, I’m afraid he’ll catch me.
All I hear is vicious, uncontrollable laughter. “Did you miss me? No need to be angry, I’m here now.”
“What do you want?” I scream.
“Oh … you know exactly what I want.” The grim harshness in his voice makes me tremble. “I told you that I’d come for you. Ready or not, here I come, Princess.”
“No! Stay away!” I scream, turning to the hallway. I could swear his voice came from there.
But there’s nothing to be seen.
Nothing except the filthy boot prints on the wooden floor behind me, leading into the hallway to the right.
I follow the trail into my living room, holding out my gun, ready to shoot if I must.
But then the trail suddenly ends.
My lips part in confusion as I wonder where in the hell the dirt has gone. I can’t find the boots anywhere. And then I realize what’s going on.
Too late.
Something is pulled over my head, pulling me into the dark. A bag.
His hands twist and twist until I choke. The gun drops to the floor. He’s suffocating me, and no matter how much I claw at the bag, it won’t break.

The last thing I hear before I pass out is, “Playtime is over. You can’t hide, Princess. Now you’re mine.”

 
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, and Stalker. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.


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From Me to You Friday – Tamara – What’s Up?

WOW! June has been a crazy month!We started off at Lori Foster’s Reader Author Get Together
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I guested at two release parties: One for my my friend Flossie Benton Rogers release of
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And then for the fabulous Jean Joachim and her hunky football hero Pete Sebastian, Coach
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My adorable grandsons both finished up their spots leagues. The oldest, Tristan, made it to the Championships! Unfortunately, they lost in the final game. 😦
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I am editing a Military box set for Secret Craving Publishing that you are all going to want to add to your wish lists! No Heart Left Behind! Proceeds from the sales will be going to Support Troop Aid, and the books are FANTASTIC!
We have 5 fabulous authors: Natasza Waters, Beverly Ovalle, Debra Parmley, Amanda Clark, and Tammy Godfrey.
I’m also working on book 3 in the Animal in me series, Grin and Bear it.
So, as you can see I’m a busy lady!
Secret Cravings Publishing has a special treat for you, TOMORROW ONLY!
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A great time to stock up on all those books you’ve been wanting to buy! Hopefully a few of mine are in the mix! lol.
Hugs until next time.
Tamara
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The Penhallow Train Incident ~ M.S. Spencer

ThePenhallowTrainIncident_LRGThe Penhallow Train Incident, my new mystery romance, is set on the coast of Maine in the fictional town of Penhallow. Midcoast Maine sits right about where the state begins to change from heading due north to “down East.”  The land is quite different from the southern beaches or the North Woods. Fronting Penobscot Bay, it is a region of lakes, farms, small villages, and lobstermen.  Most people have lived there for generations, and refer to anyone who moves to Maine from elsewhere as “from away.” Our heroine Rachel Tinker and her hero Griffin Tate are both from away, but when a series of murders roils their adopted town, they spring into action.
The Penhallow Train Incident

  1. M.S. Spencer

Sweet Cravings Publishing (June 2, 2015)

Romantic Suspense/Mystery, M/F, 2 flames

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In the sleepy coastal Maine town of Penhallow, a  stranger dies on a train, drawing Rachel Tinker, director of the Penhallow Historical Society, and Griffin Tate,  curmudgeonly retired professor, into a spider’s web of archaeological obsession and greed. The victim’s rival confesses that they were both after a map to the Queen of Sheba’s tomb, and with his help they set out to find it. Their plans are stymied, however, when a tug of war erupts between the sheriff and a state police detective who want to arrest the same man—one for murder and one for bank robbery. It falls to Rachel to solve both crimes…and two more murders, if she is to unlock the soft heart that beats under Griffin’s hard crust.

 

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Rachel tried not to scream. She took a big gulp of air and let the words rush out on the exhale. “It’s the woman. The woman with the deposit slip. She’s dead.”

“I’m coming over.” She heard a click and a buzz.

Fifteen minutes later the screen door slammed and Griffin stalked in without bothering to knock. He went straight to the kitchen, filled two glasses with ice and poured whiskey into both. Carrying them to the living room, he handed one to Rachel without a word. Without a word, she took the remnants of her old drink and poured them into the new one. She set it down. For a second she stared at it, then reached out to pick it up again, but Griffin gently moved the glass away and took her in his arms.

She’d thought she was fine until then.

The tears flowed and she hiccupped and gurgled about life and death while he muttered unintelligible words into her hair. When what had been a mild need for a tissue grew too urgent to ignore, she left his shoulder. A couple of wipes and a swig of bourbon and she could look Griffin in the eye. He dabbed ineffectually at his soaked shirt with a dirty handkerchief. “Better?”

“Yes, thanks. It’s just…I feel so responsible.

His eyebrows rose. “Responsible? Why?”

“She came to me. She gave the purse to me. She wanted me to help her. And for that she was murdered.”

“We don’t know anything of the sort. What did they say on the news?”

“Only that her body was found in the Passagassawaukeag.”

“She could have fallen in. She could have committed suicide. From what you told me she was very upset.”

Rachel recalled the young woman’s face. “Not upset. Frightened.”

“But not of the man she was with?”

“N…no. I don’t know how to describe it. She seemed…hunted. But determined.” She took another sip of bourbon and settled back on the cushion. So what if Griffin’s arm happens to be resting on the back?. “Griffin,” she turned to find his face inches from hers, “we’ve got to find out who she—they—were. And what she was afraid of.”

He gazed into her eyes, his own inscrutable, then faced the television. “No. You have to let the police handle it.”

Rachel, who had forgotten what they were talking about in the overwhelming desire to kiss the man next to her, couldn’t think of anything to say.

Finally, he mumbled, “Turn it up—it looks like they’re talking about her.”

She did as she was told.

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The camera trained on a reporter. Short and stumpy, he tugged at his wrinkled polo before attempting to smooth his waning hair. “That was Sheriff Quimby of the Penhallow police, Andrew. It looks like we won’t get any more information tonight, but he’s scheduled a press conference for tomorrow at noon.”

“Is he going to discuss the first murder—the train incident, Lou?”

“Hopefully, although he didn’t mention it tonight.”

“Did anyone ask if the two deaths are related?”

“The sheriff only said that, so far, there’s no indication of either foul play, or of a connection between the two deaths.”

The anchor turned to his partner. “So, Bambi—”

Griffin jerked upright. “Bambi?”

“—are we looking at a rash of thrill crimes down there in the hitherto bucolic town of Penhallow?”

Bambi shook out her hair and touched her ruby lips before facing the camera. “I certainly hope not, Andrew. My grammy lives in Penhallow.”

Andrew stared at her for a long moment before turning to the camera. “Thank you, Lou. Keep us posted.”

Rachel muted the volume. “What should I do?”

Griffin patted her shoulder. “There’s nothing we can do tonight. Toby knows about your encounter with the woman, right?”

“Yes.”

“So he’ll probably want to see you tomorrow.”

“Maybe. I wish we could have found something on the bank. It’s very frustrating.”

….

Her companion bent forward and pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “There’s…nothing…we…can…do…tonight.”

“Nothing?”

For answer he let go of her face, drew her into his arms and kissed her. The kiss was tentative. She kissed him back, tentatively. “I…”

“Shut up.” This time they didn’t come up for air for a while. When they did, they stared at each other as if seeing one another for the first time. He said, “I…uh…didn’t mean to do that. I…”

She rose. “Oh, I see.” She picked up Spot and nuzzled him, hoping Griffin couldn’t see her tears well up. “I guess you’d better go then.”

He stood. “Okay. But…um, actually…what I meant to say is…I’ve been meaning to do that for a while. But I wasn’t sure… I didn’t know…I didn’t think…” He trailed off.

The bewildered look in his cerulean eyes as he shifted his weight from foot to foot reminded her of a kindly giant bobbling a baby bunny. She went up on tiptoe and touched her lips to his cheek.

The response was immediate. Griffin swept her up off the floor and charged through the kitchen door. Confronted with the refrigerator, he stopped, turned, and plunged in the opposite direction. Ending up where they’d started, he bellowed, “Where the hell’s your bedroom?”

She pointed at the ceiling. “Upstairs.”

Without another word he leapt up the steps, only banging her head once on the banisters, and dropped her on the bed. Then he stood, legs set wide like a latter-day Paul Bunyan, and folded his arms.

She lay where he’d dropped her, panting. “Now what?”

“You tell me.”

Oh for heaven’s sake. “Come here, you great gob of indecision.”

Those seemed to be the words he was looking for, since for the rest of the evening he proved to her just how decisive he could be.

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Although M. S. Spencer has lived or traveled in five continents, the last 30 years were spent mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director, and parent. She has two fabulous grown children, and currently divides her time between the Gulf coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.

 

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OTHER BOOKS BY M. S. SPENCER

 

Romantic suspense and mystery, they are available in ebook and print from Secret Cravings Publishing and all fine on-line book stores. For more information, visit http://msspencertalespinner.blogspot.com/p/my-books.html:

 

Whirlwind Romance

The Mason’s Mark: Love and Death in the Tower (an Old Town Romance)

Lapses of Memory

Mai Tais & Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine (a Sarasota Romance)

Artful Dodging: The Torpedo Factory Murders (an Old Town Romance)

Triptych

Losers Keepers

 

With Intent ~ Yvonne Harriott

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Hotshot criminal attorney Tyson Williams has just won the case of his career. His client has been acquitted of murder, a victory that will propel Tyson to partnership and the corner office. Yet he’s not happy. Something is missing … until Sahara walks into his life one warm spring night.
Once a powerhouse of Atlanta’s social circle, Sahara Jenkins is now a fitness instructor at a retirement villa, living a quiet life. She has no interest in Tyson beyond a one-night stand, but that plan backfires. Things get even more complicated when her roommate is murdered. The suspect? Tyson’s client.
When danger creeps too close to home, the two are thrown together to solve a murder. He wants more than a one-night stand, but she can’t see past a bad marriage to give him a chance.
Can they find a middle ground before a killer decides their future?

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EXCERPT

Sahara was the only one on the narrow patio when Tyson stepped out to join her. He stood in the dark shadow and watched as she stepped out of her shoes, flexing one foot then the other. There was something about her … the way she stood lost in thought. She seemed almost unhappy, so unlike her friend. He wanted to change that.
The night air was still. It was the tail end of spring, getting ready for a hot summer. It wasn’t there yet, but it was comfortable already without a jacket. He fought the urge to slip his arm around her waist and pull her close as she stared off into space a million miles away. Then, as if sensing his presence, she turned around abruptly.
“Hi, I’m―”
“Tyson Williams,” she said. Her gazed settled briefly on him, then she looked away. She slipped into her shoes.
He’d moved out of the shadow into the light cast by lanterns that hung from the trellis around the patio, to introduce himself, but an introduction wasn’t required. Nor was his presence welcomed.
Turning her back to him, her eyes drifted toward a couple pressed against the wall, locked in each other’s embrace on the sidewalk.
“You are?”
“Not interested,” she said without turning around.
“No?” A smile played at his lips.
Any other man would have given up. Clearly, she was a tough one—a hostile witness, if you will. But he wasn’t just any other man. He loved a challenge, and he knew that anything this desirable would be a prize worth the chase.
He moved beside her—couldn’t help himself. The night was perfect, with the Latin sounds of Carlos Santana floating out onto the patio. Good wine, great music and a beautiful woman. What more could a man ask for?
Tyson was close enough to touch her, forcing her to make eye contact with him. As he rested her drink on the ledge in front of her, she stepped to the side, reclaiming her personal space, not even looking at the glass of wine. No, she was definitely not on board with any type of contact.
“If you were to get to know me, you would change your mind.” he said, and sipped his wine while watching her over the edge of the glass, liking the soft musk scent that floated from her on the soft night breeze.
“I know your type. I won’t change my mind.”
Tyson didn’t want her to escape, yet he didn’t want to frighten her either. She could make her escape if she chose, but she didn’t. On impulse he reached out and ran his forefinger along her arm, and she drew in a quick breath. Her skin felt like velvet, as he’d known it would. Their eyes locked and she quickly turned away, shrinking from his touch. Whatever had passed between them Tyson knew she felt it too but chose to ignore it. He didn’t—that wasn’t in his nature. He placed his wine glass next to hers on the ledge.
“What’s my type, Sahara?” he whispered.
Her head snapped up, making instant eye contact.
“The bartender told me,” Tyson said, answering her unasked question. “He knows your friend. I’m interested in knowing the type you think I am.”
“The type where money rules.” Her eyes slid from his face all the way down his body. “And the type to put a murderer back on the street.”
“A jury found him not guilty,” he said, shrugging off the comment. He had managed to push Braham Charleston and the shooting to the back of his mind until she brought it up. “I don’t want to talk about my job. I’m more interested in you.”
“And I’m still not interested.”
“I can change your mind.” He was feeling reckless. Leaving the jazz club without her was not an option. He wanted her and didn’t hide it. She, however, apparently pictured it differently.
“Excuse me.” Sahara stepped around him and walked quickly toward the door into the club, back stiffened.
“Sahara?”
She turned around, head held high, cold, dark brown eyes staring at him. Again he had the feeling she was looking right through him. He watched her as if he had all the time in the world.
“I always get what I want,” he said, “and I want you.”

AUTHOR INFO

With an overactive imagination from an early age, Yvonne created vivid stories in her mind in which she was the lead character. It wasn’t long before she decided to take these stories from her mind and pen them to paper.

A romantic at heart, Yvonne writes primarily about relationships and loves a happy ending. 

Yvonne has written two collections of short stories, The Wedding and Other Short Romantic Stories and The Invitation and Other Short Stories. One of those short stories, “The Wedding” was published in Today’s BlackWoman magazine. Her short story, “The Colour of Love” won first prize in The Awaken the Mind Short Story Contest presented by Knowledge Book Store and PoeticSoul.

She has written three top selling romantic suspense novels: Hide’N Seek, Cat ‘N Mouse and Hit ‘N Run. 

When she’s not writing, she loves to travel. She enjoys classic films and fine chocolates.