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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. 

EXCERPT

“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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BIO

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: Love Me Again by Cindy Stark

Four years ago, Krystal Collier caved to her fears and chose to leave behind her first love in order to secure her future. Now, she has returned to the small town of Pinecone Valley to begin a new job. Unfortunately, she finds she’s required to work with the one man she thought she could forget. She fights the urge to be near Josh knowing he’s found someone new, but it’s a losing battle. 

Only one woman has ever owned Josh Vansant's heart, and it’s not his supposed new girlfriend. Krystal’s constant presence torments him with what he can’t have. He searches for a way to convince her to leave Pinecone before she discovers his girlfriend is only a ruse to keep him from bleeding from the heart. 

If Krystal can’t look beyond her fears, realign her priorities, and see Josh for the man he has become, she’ll lose the greatest love of her life.

 EXCERPT:

“Krystal.”

The sound of her name transported her back several years to a younger, more carefree time in her life. Josh’s voice had always reminded her of smooth whiskey, dark with the power to swirl her senses and steal her rationality. With apprehension, she lifted her gaze.

Sweet sugar, he looked good. She raked her thirsty gaze over his short, dark hair, trailing across his broad shoulders, and faltering on midnight eyes that set her smoldering with one look. He was rougher around the edges than Rob Matthews, but damn if she didn’t like her men rugged.

“Josh.” Krystal’s heart tightened. What did she say to the man whose heart she’d broken? “It’s good to see you.” Such every day, mundane words for someone who’d meant so much to her.

“What are you doing here?” Tension sharpened his words. “I thought you’d be in Salt Lake or Denver by now.”

She shrugged, trying to keep her own tentative emotions at bay. After they’d separated, she’d avoided the singles’ scene and most community events, choosing to focus on school and hoping to miss exactly what she faced now. For his sake and hers.

“I graduated last December and didn’t intend to stay in Pinecone, but this job came open, and it seemed like a good springboard to my career.” It would be pointless to tell him about her mom’s problems, the reason she’d returned home. The time when she and Josh had shared their lives with each other was over.

He stared at her, and she yearned to find warmth in his eyes. “I thought maybe you’d decided our little town was big enough for you after all.”

Familiar disappointment and heartbreak washed over her. “I had a right to my dreams, Josh.”

“I never said you didn’t. Just never understood why it had to be me or them.”

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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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Shades of Desire 2: A CRASHING LOVE BY YVETTE HINES

Ace never planned that one crash could bring him the woman of his dreams. Just when love has found Jaide, her career could be in jeopardy. Can they handle the pressure and battle coming their way or will it end it all?

“What do you expect from me, Ace?” She leaned her head against the side of her door.

Looking at her fresh, picturesque face with her hair pulled back out of the way in a frenzy of natural waves, her appearance screamed vulnerable. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

“Nothing. I just don’t want you under any illusions.” Lowering his hands, he buried them in the pocket of his slacks, fisting them.

“Was today just a ploy to get into my pants? The car assistance, the meal and movies? Did I seem like a desperate easy mark to you?” There was more than a bit of tension in her words.

“Hell, no!” Lifting a hand, he ran it through his hair, frustrated. “The truth is I was so attracted to you, I went above and beyond what was needed to make things right after hitting your car.”

Lowering her gaze for a moment, she stared at the wood flooring and tapped her fingers against her door. When she looked up, her eyes were darker, a natural chocolate. They met his, and electricity arced between them.

“I can feel that there’s something potent and all-consuming between us, but truthfully I have to keep reminding myself that I should be apprehensive, scared.”

Placing a hand onto his chest, over his heart, he said, “I promise I’ll do my best not to hurt you, Jaide.” He meant that. At lunch he’d gotten a glimpse into her heart and emotions, and he didn’t want to see that pained look on her face again.

Moving away, she stood framed in the doorway. “Promise you’ll pleasure me, Ace.”

While his mind was registering the revelation of her words, his body took action. Bounding across the threshold he swooped her into his arms. Kicking the door closed, he heard the window rattle as he claimed her mouth in a kiss. If he would have thought about it first or prepared this moment in his mind, he might have gently seduced her mouth to open beneath his, but his world was colored red and clouded by a haze of pleasure. It left no space for finesse, just an urge to taste Jaide.

She must have been just as consumed, because she wrapped her arms around him and gripped the back of his neck and fused her mouth to his. Guiding his tongue between her lips, he almost sighed at the warm, satin texture of her mouth. She gave just as much to the kiss as she slid along the tip of his tongue until she entered his mouth and caressed the inside of his lip. Groaning, he pressed one hand to her back, and the other lowered to cup her ass. Grinding his hips against her, he allowed her to feel his cock as it pressed into her, hard and demanding.

Moaning, she arched her pelvis. Taking command of the kiss again, he entered her mouth and licked the roof of it. She gasped at the tickling sensation. He sealed his mouth to hers and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. Thrusting in and out, he fucked her orally, mimicking what he wanted her to understand: that he had every intention of burying his length between her thighs and making her take every ounce and inch of his passion.

Jaide’s body trembled along his and dipped as if her knees had gone out. He held her tight. His plans for them didn’t include her collapsing into a heap—well, maybe later from exhaustion, but not until he’d made good on his promise to pleasure her, and he planned to do that to the fullest.

Pulling back, she gazed into his eyes and said, “I want to feel you inside of me. Don’t make me wait.”

His gut clenched at her words and the passion in her tone. “Never. If an earthquake caused the ground to open up beneath us, I’d go down making love to you.”

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