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Shades of Desire 2: The Right Temptation by Diane Escalera

Last thing Nico needs is a broken arm. Worse, now his pal’s kid sister wants to soothe his pain. It’s just like Kayla to play the seductive nurse. She’s always had a thing for Nico. Problem is, Kayla’s not a girl anymore. She’s one hot-blooded woman. And Nico’s body is heating up.

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Excerpt

Kayla ambled to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and perused it. Not bad. He had a few things she could work with. “What do you normally eat?”

“Grilled chicken, brown rice and broccoli,” he said without missing a beat.

Kayla laughed at his bland regimen. “I had a feeling.”

“Well, I try to take care of my body.”

“So I see.” Her gaze skittered over his physique. Whatever he did worked magically delicious.

“Although lately, I’ve been pigging out like a fat kid,” he said, with a disgusted look. “That’s what happens when you’re bored to death.”

She had a cure for his restlessness. The thought made her thighs go up in flames. Kayla shoved her head inside the cool refrigerator and peered into several plastic containers. “Some of this looks good.” She could’ve taken the easy way out, but she preferred to make something fresh, show off a little bit.

“It is. But I had so much of it already.” He puffed out his cheeks.

How adorable. She found everything he did entertaining. Kayla shut the fridge and, without asking, opened the cupboards. She found one with canned goods and food staples. “Hmm,” she mumbled, scanning the contents. She’d have to improvise. “You like omelets?”

Nico’s face lit up. “I love me some eggs.”

“Cool. I’ll whip up some veggie omelets.”

“You don’t have to cook for me, you know.”

She had a weakness for nursing people back to health. She had a weakness for one man named Nico. 

The combination of the two pulled on her heartstrings. “I want to,” she said, setting aside her personal agenda.

“Don’t you have something better to do than hang out with an invalid? I’m not a barrel of laughs right now.”

Good time to gauge his interest. She locked eyes on him. “Why? You want me to leave?”

“It’s not that,” he said. Nico strode to the kitchen. He took one of her long curls and tugged on it. “I just don’t want you to waste your free time.”

She wanted to close her eyes, bottle his woodsy scent. Kayla palmed his solid chest. The touch sent a shocking bolt through her already-charged system. She kept her hand there, reveling in the feel of his potent masculinity. “Who says I’m wasting my time?”

Nico closed the space between them. Too bad his bulky cast kept their bodies from totally connecting. Several inches taller, he stared down at her with pure intensity. The heat level shot up so fast she thought they’d set off the smoke alarm in the kitchen. Kayla tilted her head back and shook her wild curls off her face. He helped by sliding a few fingers into her hair. Her heart practically jumped out of her chest. Kiss me. She’d waited years for this.

His body trapped her against the counter. Kayla shifted her position so she could feel the full force of his strength without the barrier of his injured arm. Oh God. He had an erection. Her hip acted alone and pressed up against it. She swore she heard him moan. Wait. That was her.

“Kayla,” he muttered, in a voice huskier than before.

Kiss me. She tried to send a telepathic message.

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Born and raised in the Bronx, NY, Diane Escalera makes her home in coastal North Carolina. The sultry surroundings are a steady source of inspiration for her hot love stories. Diane is married, has two children and a super cute dachshund she can’t get enough of. She writes contemporary romance and is published with Kensington Publishing and Lyrical Press.

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Shades of Desire 2: To Catch a Star by Dorothy Callahan

Hollywood’s hottest action hero finds himself rescued by the very woman whose livelihood he’s about to destroy. 

Excerpt from “To Catch a Star”

Rex guzzled his drink and soon after flopped back in his chair. He reached for the napkin and wiped himself clean. “Again, thank you. Your hospitality—”

“Is what I do.” Tori watched him for a few seconds. “How long were you out to sea?”

He let out another deep breath, this one from a full stomach. “Three, four days. I lost a guy on Kaho’olawe when the storm blew in. Then the boat broke down about ten minutes later. I was trying to call the cops to report the accident.”

Her milky-white skin paled under her hat. “Dear Lord, somebody died? I’m so sorry.”

Rex could only look down. His director would be alive if it weren’t for him. He’d failed someone again. His stunt double was dead because of Rex, and now, so was the kid.

“Was it engine trouble? Dear God, if you landed on this side of the island, then you were almost swept out to sea.” Her fingers danced on her lips like she couldn’t imagine how terrified he must have felt.

He looked down, nodded. “I jumped in and swam the mile or so to shore the second that last storm died down.”

“A mile? You must be a powerful swimmer to pull that off.”

He lowered his gaze to his wadded up napkin. “Amazing what the drive to survive will do for a man. All I kept thinking about was getting to fresh water. And avoiding sharks.”

She smiled, leaned forward and patted his hand. “Statistically, you’re more likely to die from a coconut hitting your head than a shark attack, and more likely to get mugged than attacked by a shark, even if you’re swimming a mile back to shore by yourself.”

“Forgive me if I have no interest in attempting it again.”

She smiled. “Rather brave down a mugger?”

Her gentle tease made him smile. He’d had enough hand-to-hand training for his action scenes that he could take down an armed thug. His fans loved watching him enact the Russian self-defense called Krav Maga onscreen, so his scriptwriters always worked in some physical attacks, no stunt men. Ever again. “Actually, yes, any day.”

“Brave man. Give me a shark Monday through Saturday and twice on Sunday.”

He considered her in that moment. What woman would take a dangerous animal over a man? She was unlike any woman he’d known in the past ten years, and he had to study her through her mesh brim to get a bead on her. She had tan lines, but was not golden from hours under a UV lamp; no, this was from the sun. Her clothes looked practical and breathable and old, no designer label to be found. Her blonde hair sagged from her loose ponytail, and from what he could see, harbored natural streaks from sun-bleaching. Tori Jackson was as far removed from Hollywood as Rex could imagine.

And a complete breath of fresh air. Their conversation came easily and didn’t focus on name-dropping or gossip. Her dog, an old, muddy-toed Lab, looked nothing like the frou-frou designer mutts that the debutants carried in their designer shoulder bags, and as said beast nudged him, he felt a cold stab of realization: Tori Jackson was a hero, a genuine people-saving hero. She didn’t play one on the silver screen; she acted it out in real life. Humbled, he asked, “Why are you so kind to a bum like me?”

She stood and smiled and collected his empty plate. “Every living thing is deserving of kindness, even if its purpose is veiled to our eyes. I just ask that one day you forward the favor to another creature, large or small, in equal need.”

 

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Shades of Desire 2: Enticed by Chanta Jefferson Rand (Contest)

Action star, Lucas Stone isn’t afraid of anything—except commitment. When he butts heads with photographer, Nyla Maxwell, he thinks he may have finally found his real-life leading lady. Too bad she can’t stand his guts. 

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“Hold that cab!”

Nyla turned to see Lucas Stone sprinting toward her. He looked like he was enacting a scene from his latest series, Omega, about a bounty hunter in space. A pack of screeching females dogged his heels.

She stared, open-mouth as he approached. His muscular thighs visibly flexed against his designer pants with each step he took. Within seconds, he’d reached the curb where her taxi sat.

He dove through the open door of the cab, landing in the back seat.

Her jaw dropped. “Wait a minute. You can’t—”

“Get in!” He tugged her arm, pulling her through the door. “Hurry, before they catch up.” The pack had almost reached the taxi. “Go! Go!” he shouted to the cabbie.

The driver peeled away from the curb just as Nyla wedged herself inside and slammed the door shut. “Where to?” the driver asked.

Lucas tossed his leather duffle bag to the cab’s floor. “Drop me at the ferry. I’m going to Martinique.”

Nyla scowled. “Excuse you. This is my cab.” Then she turned to the driver. “Take me downtown.”

“Oh, no,” Lucas informed her. “That’s the opposite direction of where I’m headed.”

“Sounds like a personal problem to me.”

“Listen lady, you don’t have to be such a ball buster.”

“What?”

I said you don’t have to be such—”

She formed a stop sign with her palm and thrust it in his face. Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath. The last man to give her that label walked out on her a year ago. He’d accused her of being too uptight and putting too many expectations on him. Now, this braggart was here making the same accusation, dredging up painful memories.

“Woman, what are you doing?”

Her eyes snapped open, pinning Lucas Stone with a look of annoyance. “I’m visualizing duct tape over your mouth.”

He plastered on a fake smile. “You need to give all that hostility a one-way ticket back to where it came from.”

“I’ll try being nicer if you try being smarter.”

The cab curved sharply, flinging her from her side of the backseat to Lucas’s. She collided with the action star’s solid chest. She didn’t know which was worse. Being shoved against him or practically going deaf from the cabbie’s loud horn blast.

The cabbie shouted a string of expletives that would’ve made a sailor blush. Seconds later, he resumed his breakneck speed—barreling down the left side of the road.

“Oh, my God!” Nyla yelled. “You’re on the wrong side of the road.”

Both the cabdriver and Lucas cracked up laughing. “Calm down,” Lucas told her. “They drive on the opposite side over here. Like the Brits.”

“I’m not trying to die in St Lucia,” she declared.

“What’s with the negativity, lady? You’re not gonna die. Don’t get your panties in a knot.”

She scooted back to her side of the cab, furiously searching for her seatbelt. “My luggage is lost. My camera equipment is missing. And my cab has been hijacked by a conceited jerk who thinks he’s acting out a scene from his next movie. I think I have a right to have a negative attitude. Also, seeing as how all my panties are in my lost luggage, I highly doubt they will be tied in knots—unless the person who finds them does it.”

He winked. “I meant the panties you have on.”

She cut her eyes at him. “The ones I have on are none of your business.”

“Yep. Sounds like I’m too late. They’re already in a knot.”

“Listen, I’m sure you’re a nice guy—well, not really—but we’re turning this cab around. I need to buy new clothes. So, if you don’t mind…” She didn’t finish her thought. She didn’t have to explain herself to him. She was tired of kowtowing to everyone else while her needs languished on the side. She’d be damned if she was going to do it on her vacation. “Driver, I want to go downtown!”

“Okay,” he answered. 

He made a quick U-turn, this time flinging Lucas against her. Suddenly, the superstar was too close for comfort. The woodsy smell of his cologne teased her nostrils. Despite the warmth of his firm physique pressed against her, shivers of excitement puckered her skin. She huffed loudly, exasperated by her reaction to him. Lucas chuckled as he slid back to his side of the cab. Nyla shot a glare at the cabbie.

“You said you wanted to go downtown,” the cabbie replied. “I had to make the turn before the last exit.”

She could have sworn she saw a slight smile creep across his lips.

Lucas pulled a crisp one hundred dollar bill from his eel-skin wallet and thrust the money toward the driver. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you turn around and head for the ferry.”

“Okay.” 

“Hey!” Nyla shot toward the edge of her seat. “What about me? I need to get downtown.”

“Can you beat one hundred dollars?” the cab driver asked.

No, she couldn’t. Even if she could, Lucas would no doubt pull ten times that amount from his wallet.

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Chanta Rand has been a matchmaker since she found a boyfriend for her best friend in the seventh grade. Today, she’s putting that talent to use every time she brings an alpha hero and a headstrong heroine together in one of her many steamy novels.

Chanta is a multi-published author of contemporary and historical romances, and the former host of The Chanta Rand Show. After obtaining a Bachelor’s Degree in Finance, she finally felt free to pursue her passion for writing. She made her publishing debut in 2010, with her first historical romance, Pharaoh's Desire. In 2012, she won the Emma Award for Debut Author of the Year for her contemporary romance, The Highest Bidder.

Chanta lives in Dallas, Texas with her husband. She’s a history junkie, a Walking Dead fan, and a recovering shoe addict. She never met a stiletto she didn't like! If you still want more, check her out at www.ChantaRand.com or email her at Chanta@chantarand.com.

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Shades of Desire 2: Something Old by Lena Hart

Mya wants to win back her old sweetheart--the one she walked out on years before--but Guy isn't the forgiving type. And he doesn't believe in second chances. Will their bond be enough to save their love or is it already too late for them?

Get to know the hero and heroine of Something Old

Name: Zamya Daniels

Favorite motto: “There’s no place like home.”

What does your name stand for?

I read this once about my name: “Creative and outgoing, you are always looking for an opportunity to show your abilities. You are very flexible and likes to feel appreciated.” I think that sums me up nicely but everyone just calls me “Mya.”

On what occasion do you lie?

When I don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings. But mine are little white lies…I hate lying.

What do you most dislike about your body?

My tummy. I have a little pouch, which is why I like to wear long, flowy skirts. I wouldn’t have this problem if I didn’t love cookies so much!

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

When my dad died… He died two years ago and it’s still painful.

Who is the greatest love of your life and why?

Isn’t it obvious…? Guy Lawson. There’s so many reasons why but the main one is that he always made me feel safe and loved.

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Cowboy Austin McBride follows a herd to a new town, but firefighting is his passion, so he applies at a local station. Standing between him and the job is a blonde bombshell who thinks she's a shoe-in.
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Rancher and volunteer firefighter extinguishes a grass fire accidentally started by the town’s sexy temporary veterinarian but there’s something about her that ignites a fire inside of him.
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Honored VFD hero is no angel. In love with his Captain’s wife, all hell breaks loose when Titan learns Makenna is abused. The firestorm their love ignites is so intense no one will emerge unscathed.
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When offered a second chance to seduce his high school crush, cowboy/fireman Cade Silver cannot resist. Despite her resistance, he is determined to win her, come hell or high water.

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A woman stood outside on the phone, staring at him with a mix of horror and shock. Or so he figured given her expression.

“I don’t know,” she said as he neared. “I’m giving it five more minutes then I’m leaving. I don’t care, Regina, not even for the tiniest little fuck.”

He winked at her. Cute little thing even with the scowling disposition. She had a pale pink leather newsboy on her head, an oversized zippered gray hoodie with Shreveport written across the front. Her jeans fit snugly, showing off nice legs and an ass. She had tennis shoes on, toes turned in toward each other.

Exasperation filled her features as her phone call continued. With a curse, she pulled it from her ear and shoved it in her pocket then stormed back to the door. He lengthened his stride and reached the door the same time she did and held it for her.

“Thank you.” Her tone was short.

He entered and scoured the area for his grandfather. The old codger sat in the back. Striding up to him, he slid over the naguahyde bench seat. They stared at each other until his grandfather yawned.

“Have you gone to see Ma and Da?”

“No.”

Such finality in that single word.

Bastian poured himself some coffee, using one of the overturned mugs. Adding a liberal dose of sugar and cream he stirred it until the liquid appeared properly mixed.

“You said you needed my help. I’m here. What with?”

“I promise friend you help.”

An itch between his shoulder blades was born and grew as quickly as a fire could turn. “Doing what?”

He shrugged and Bastian groaned.

“Very well. Where is your friend?”

His grandfather pointed and he turned in the seat to see. The same woman he’d held the door for was on her way back outside.

Facing his Pops again, he lifted one eyebrow. “Really? You befriended a young black woman?”

“Why shocked? I no racist.”

“Because you’re an old crotchety ass.”

His lips thinned below his mustache. “Go talk. Her name, Jazz.”

Bastian finished his drink and pushed to his feet. Suspicious? Definitely. His gramps used to speak English well. I’m going to regret this. He paused on his way to the door, pausing once to glance over his shoulder. The old man shooed him along with a gesture. Back outside, he maneuvered behind her. The phone was back to her ear.

“Because I’m not happy, Regina. I’m not even sure what his grandson looks like. I’m surrounded by hillbillies.”

He cleared his throat. She turned slowly before her eyes widened as she gazed him over.

“I have to go,” she muttered, then returned the phone to her pocket. “Can I help you?”

Her voice was husky with an accent which was familiar but he couldn’t quite place at the moment.

He almost smiled. “I believe I’m the hillbilly supposed to help you.”

 

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Stalking Nayla by Yvette Hines

Nayla is being hunted. Shimar has to keep her safe, but convincing her she's his mate is the real challenge.

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Hurrying, she was at almost a run. The revving engine let her know that her pursuers had picked up speed too.  Coming to the end of the deck, she saw an alleyway between the deck and the store. She considered ducking into it, but thought against it.

That’s how women get caught in movies.

“Bitch, stop!”

Pressing her hand to her chest to make sure the thin wallet stashed at the side of one of her breasts didn’t pop out, she began to run. Her low heels tapped fiercely on the concrete.

“Ah!” She screamed and struggled as someone grabbed her arm and yanked.

Dragged into the dark alleyway and pressed against the cool cement of the store, she fought against her captor blindly.

“Let me go, asshole!” She swung her fist and bucked her body as the grip tightened on one wrist and the weight of someone angled into her.

“Calm down—”

“You’ve messed with the wrong woman!” She bucked. Her language ghetto and menacing, evidence of her true roots. “Bastard, get off—”

His strength overpowered her, as he kept a hand over her mouth. “I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Mister Amber Eyes was staring down at her. He had six inches or so over her five ten height. She wasn’t sure where he’d come from, but a part of her mind was glad he was there.

She preferred this stranger to the group in the car, evidenced by her body’s response to him. Yes, her heart was racing, and it would be easy to see it as a fact of her running for her life. However, that didn’t explain her taut nipples, the instant ache in her body or the throbbing of her clit.

The raw scent of cinnamon and sage drew her to him, made her crave his naked skin sliding along her own.

What in the hell? This was no time for her to become aroused. There were men out to get her.

His own gaze was intense as he stared at her, hard. His muscles were tense, not just from holding her, but bunching and flexing as if he fought within himself. There was a deep V over the bridge of his nose as if he were perplexed about something. She even became aware of a slight tremor that shook his form.

With his hand still over her mouth, she couldn’t question him.

There was a wide arc of light coming from the street as the vehicle came to the alley.

“She went down there.” Someone shouted.

The alley was wide enough for a garbage truck to pass through, allowing the car plenty of space to pass.

She wiggled, trying to indicate to her stranger that they needed to go. Soon, the headlights would spotlight them and they’d be caught.

“Be still.” His voice was strong, sure, husky. “Trust me?”

Unsure why he questioned her on that since they hadn’t even really met, or why she was nodding her answer that she did. But, at the center of her core, her very being, she trusted them man.

The car barreled toward them, the beam illuminating the walls and trash littering the alleyway as it drew closer. Any moment the two of them would be spotted.

He leaned in closer and laid his mouth against her ear. “Forgive me,” he whispered, his warm breath captivating her, seducing her senses.

Forgive hi—

Like a strike of lightning, his hand was under her dress and between her thighs. He circumvented the edge her thong and was inside of her.

Two thick fingers were thrust all the way in her sex.

Shocked didn’t begin to explain how she felt. She squeaked and pressed her fists into his chest trying to move him.

“Keep still,” he growled the order.

She froze, as the headlights landed on them.

“Where the fuck is she?”

The harsh rays kept her from seeing who was speaking as the car stopped.

I’m right here. Why can’t they see us standing right here?

Three car doors slammed.

Shivers raced through her. We’re caught.

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