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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SPLIT DECISION by Wendy Ely

Sports reporter Grace Avery is up for a promotion, but only if she gets an interview with the notoriously private, heavy weight champion, Rally Brewer. Grace discovers who Rally is beyond the boxing ring. Little does anyone know, as Grace gets Rally to open up, a two-year-old secret is in jeopardy. Is revealing his secret worth gaining Grace's love?

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The next morning, Grace stood in front of the mirror and wanted to cry. Her nose had grown at least three sizes, and if this continued, the circus would surely be over to recruit her. And it hurt like hell. Not to mention that she couldn’t breathe out of either nostril. Both problems brought her a poor night’s sleep and she had a big day ahead of her. At least her hair looked good with the soft curls swept into a clip. Pretty and professional…until anyone looked at her face.

She grabbed her cell and punched the number listed on the business card. Sucking in her breath, she waited for the ringing to be replaced by a deep, masculine voice. One belonging to…

“Brewer.” Rally Brewer.  She started to swoon but caught herself when he barked an impatient, “Hello?”

Heat burned her cheeks as she stammered out a quick, “Mr. Brewer, this is Grace—the woman with a swollen nose.”

“Oh,” came the reply. After a heartbeat, he continued with, “I’m sorry about yesterday, Grace. I’m sure your clothes are ruined and I insist on paying you for them. Meet me at the motel restaurant for an early lunch.”

A smile spread over her lips as her pulse pounded. Lunch with Rally Brewer? Hell yes! Maybe her career wouldn’t be smashed after all. She tried sounding as nonchalant as she could manage when she said, “Sure. When is good for you?” Hopefully soon, in order for her to make her flight early afternoon.

“Can you meet me now? I have a plane to catch soon.”

“Yes, I can meet you.”

She scribbled the address to his hotel and called a cab. Fifteen minutes later, she flinched at the glances from the taxi driver through the rearview mirror and wished she could strap a giant bandage over her bruised nose. The driver looked at her again and shook his head. Yep, he wanted to know what happened to her. Why didn’t he just come out and ask? She might as well get used to the questions now that she’d left her hotel room.

“I look like shit, huh?” she asked, a calm smile splayed across her lips. “It’s okay. You can say so.”

The driver nodded. “Boyfriend do that to you? I hope the bastard gets what he deserves.”

She laughed. “Actually, no. Someone smacked a door into my face. It was mostly my fault, but he is making it up to me by taking me to lunch right now.”

A thin slice of hair fell down against the man’s wrinkled forehead. “A lunch date, huh?”

“Oh, nothing like that. He wants to pay for my outfit that got ruined.” She motioned to the swollen mound and flinched as a sharp pain raced through her face. “And he might want to apologize, I suppose.”

“Keep your eyes open, dear,” the driver said. “Accidents happen, but they also bring people together. It’s going to happen with you, too.”

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12 Authors Setting Sheets on Fire with Cowboys

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AFTER THE FIRE by Cora Seton
When a series of fires keeps bringing him to her door, a firefighter must uncover his ex-girlfriend’s secret or risk losing her forever.
WHERE THERE'S SMOKE (A Cowboy Way Novella) by Becky McGraw
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.
SADDLES AND SOOT by Cynthia D’Alba
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.
CONTROLLED BURN (Cowboys on the Edge, Book One) by Delilah Devlin
Rancher and volunteer firefighter assigns himself to watch a reformed firebug during a controlled burn but she lights the fire inside him instead of the dead grass around them.
 
HIS FIREFLY COWGIRL by Beth Williamson
When an arson investigator returns to her hometown she clashes with the firefighter cowboy who broke her heart. Embers turn to sparks between a cowboy and his firefly cowgirl.
HER VOLUNTEER COWBOY (Book 6: Harland County) by Donna Michaels
Sparks reignite when one-nighters reunite. Can the firefighter/Guardsman convince the reforming bad girl she’s worth fighting for, or will she leave before he finds the courage to volunteer his heart?
COWBOY'S MATCH by Lexi Post
When a cowboy firefighter works a fire at a nudist resort, he’s sure his ex-girlfriend, the bookkeeper, is to blame. But as he investigates her, his gut tells him he’s going to get burned.
HELLFIRE, TEXAS by Elle James
A Cowboy-Volunteer Firefighter helps a runaway city girl put out a car fire only to find himself embroiled in a hot little mess of the mob persuasion.
REKINDLED (Dallas Fire & Rescue, Book One) by Paige Tyler
A hunky firefighter rescues his best friend’s sexy sister from a hotel fire set by her psychotic ex-boyfriend who’d rather see her dead than with another man.
TEXAS WILDFIRE by Sable Hunter
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.
HOT IN THE SADDLE – Randi Alexander
When a rancher/volunteer firefighter is injured saving the life of a female stockcar racer, she stays to pay her debt of gratitude. Will he regret risking his life when he learns why she came to Texas?
COME HELL OR HIGH WATER by Sabrina York
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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Who Doesn't Enjoy a Good Christmas in July...When You Get a Sexy Santa

I love a good Christmas in July story. Latrivia Nelson's Seeking Santa has rounded out the calendar men with a sexy romance to put you in the mood for the mood for the holiday. So come on, start the fire, toss up some tinsel and climb into the sheets because Mr. December is hurrying down the chimney to join you.

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Alone during the Christmas holidays in a new city, Jade sets out on a mission to find happiness.

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      Selma’s party was in Mid-town Memphis, in a rehabbed 1930’s bungalow-styled home that had been gutted and transformed into something worthy of style magazines.  Her best friend and maid of honor, Evey Hilliard, had pulled out all the stops for her friend.  In celebration of not only the wedding but the holiday, white Christmas lights had been strung across the property, making it light up the entire street.  A huge Christmas tree had been erected in the living room and the curtains drawn for everyone to see.  Foreign cars lined the quiet lane and old school Hip Hop music could be heard coming from inside the house as normally upscale professional women stood out laughing on the porch and drinking like sorority girls.  
      Jade parked and made her way inside with a bottle of Glenlivet 21 Scotch and present for Selma.  As soon as she walked in, she was greeted by a few of the bridesmaids and a few very inebriated ladies from work.  They put a pink lei around her neck and gave her a pink plastic cup of “wedding juice.”
      “It’s time to party!” Selma said, making her way around the corner with a hurricane glass full of alcohol. She had on a real party dress, hot red, tight, short, and sexy.  It screamed Christian Dior and further made Jade feel shabby.  As soon as Selma caught of glimpse of Jade, she threw her hands up. “Yes, you came!” she said,  prancing over and giving her a hug.  
      “I didn’t want to disappoint,” Jade said, handing off her gift.
      “Are you kidding,” Selma said, winking at her, “I had to get you here in hopes of getting you to forgive me for this morning.”
      “Mums is still the word,” Jade snickered.
      “Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans before,” Selma said, stepping back. “You have quite the body on you.  Always keeping it hidden behind those suits.  Girl, you need to show your shit off every once in a while.”
      One of the other girls stammered over to join the conversation. “Well, I’ll be damned.  Jade is in the building.  And she brought her camel toe with her.” 
      All eyes went to the center of Jade’s pants, including Jade, who tried to look down but couldn’t quite see.
      “Yep, it’s out there,” Selma nodded. “But only a drunk bitch like Phyllis would notice and mention it.”
      Jade turned and looked toward the exit with a mind to bolt right of the door that she had just come in, but Selma saw her face and stopped her.  “You look fine.  In fact, you look great.”  
      “Where’s your restroom?” Jade asked.
      “Down the hall to the left,” Selma said, cutting her eyes at Phyllis.  “You really have no class.”
      “What?” Phyllis asked, shrugging her shoulders.  “When did camel toe become a crime?”

***

      Jade didn’t even knock before barging into the bathroom.  Slamming the door behind her and locking it, she found a long mirror hanging right behind it.  Talk about a godsend.  She looked down at her reflection and there it was.  CAMEL TOE.  The pants didn’t feel that tight at the house, but she didn’t see herself fully in the mirror, otherwise, she might have noticed the high-definition view of her vagina.
      “Son of bitch,” she said, shaking her head. Pulling at the crotch to give herself some room, she struggled in front of the mirror.
      “Bad night?” a deep baritone asked from behind the wall of the sink.
      Jade’s neck snapped toward the voice.  “The door was unlocked.  Sorry,” she said, wanting to just curl up and die.
      “I’m almost done. No worries.  Sounds like you need a minute away,” the man said, sounding pre-occupied. 
      “You aren’t doing number two, are you?” Jade asked, frowning up.  “Because that would just be the perfect end to my crazy day.”  She suddenly cut her breaths short as to not inhale anything that she might regret. 
      The man stepped out from behind the wall and smiled at her.  It was as if he expected a certain amount of reaction to his presence, because he had a smirk on his full lips.  “No number two.”  He looked her up and down. “No number one either.  Just getting dressed.”         Jade stopped in her tracks.  As their eyes met, her heart nearly stopped beating.  In only a satin red thong, a red Santa Claus hat and a white beard, the man who had been so cordial behind the wall approached her, nearly naked.  What a first impression?
      He stood over six feet, five inches tall, muscles carved to perfection from his wide shoulders to his slim waist to his unbelievable thighs.  He had a perfect tan – the kind that was made in the sun, not in a tanning bed.  Tribal tattoos were inked up and down both arms and across his monstrous chest.  Mossy green eyes glared under thick black lashes at her as she placed her hands instinctively over the front of her pants.
      This was not, after all, a man that she wanted to see her….camel toe.
      His eyes followed her hands to her crotch and instantly made him curious.  “I’m used to a woman being aroused, but…”
      Jade blinked. “What?  No.”
      He smiled, a dimple bursting in the left cheek of his square jaw.  “Okay.  What then?  You have to pee?  I can leave.  It’s almost time for me to go on anyway.” He didn’t know why but he felt strangely comfortable with the uncomfortable woman.  Something about her spirit was genuine.  Plus, she was pretty. 
      Jade rolled her eyes out of pure embarrassment. “I’d rather not say what’s wrong with me.” She looked like she wanted to cry. 
      An anxious knock at the door let him know it was time.  He walked up to her and moved her hair from her shoulder.  “Don’t stay in here so long that you miss my show.”  He smelled like coconut oil, and suddenly her mouth watered for a taste. 
      “Your show?”  She looked at his cock, eyes bright and in pure disbelief at the gigantic size.  Was that real? 
      He looked down passed his rock hard abdomen to the rock hard penis dangling in his costume only inches away from her. “Yeah, my show.  You didn’t think I was the cook, did you?” He winked at her,  slowly put his hands on her hips and moved her out of the way.  She moved hesitantly, keeping her crotch covered by her hands.
      “I didn’t pee myself or anything,” she explained.  “It’s far more cosmetic than that.”
      “I’m sure,” he nodded.  “Whatever it is, I can tell you in my line of business, I’ve seen worse.”
      She looked up at him, into his beautiful, enchanting eyes, and dared smile.  “Doubt it.”
      “Don’t take too long in here with your lady parts,” he joked. “I want to see you again.”
      Closing the door behind her, he left Jade there alone to slide down on the floor and catch her breath. WTF?!!

 

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Set a Goal for Sensual Romance...Mr. November Awaits

One of the best thing about watching sports, are the sexy men on the field...And when sexy athlete meets romance in a book it is oh, so worth the buy. Di Topaz's Mr. November in the Ultimate Goal has a big heart and has the skills on and of the soccer field to have you eating out of his hand. So, come on, turn the pages and fall in love.

 

Meet Mr. November

Will Justice and Angelique put their difference aside and go for the Ultimate Goal?

Angelique could not believe the feeling that caused her body to tingle. She’d had orgasms before, but none that compared to the one she’d just experienced. It was so massive it could, from her perspective, count as more than one. She could not move. She wanted to lift her body onto her high bed, but that was a task she was not ready for as of yet. Her legs were still unstable. When she’d purchased the bed she thought of how sexy it would be. Never did she think she’d be too exhausted to get into the bed.

 When she finally opened her eyes, she looked down into Justice’s face. He still sat kneeling before her. She focused on his eyes and they had darkened with passion. She reached down and rubbed her hand across his face. He tilted his head and kissed her hand. The slight movement melted her heart. That was the motivation she needed to finally stand on her own.

Pushing away from the side of the bed, she reached for his hand. He placed his into hers and finally rose to his feet. She was quickly reminded that his bottom half was still covered with clothing. Placing her hand at the waistband of the sweatpants she pulled them over his hips. His member sprang forward ready for action. She had never been one of those people who believed in stereotypes. He was blessed with both girth and length.

“I have condoms in there,” she said as she pointed toward the nightstand.

 Justice wasted no time. He quickly stepped out of his pants and went to retrieve them. The shocked look on his face was enough to have her wondering if she’d left her magic mike there instead.

“What in the world?” he asked.

 He lifted his hand from the drawer holding several packages of condoms. All sizes and styles rained from his fingers. He looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“Hey, a girl can’t be too careful,” she laughed.

 

 

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