Sharon C. Cooper

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Here it is – Truth or Consequences!

I’m happy to announce the early release of my latest novel, Truth or Consequences, Book 3 of the Reunited Series! Malik Lewis was first introduced in Rendezvous with Danger, Book 2 of the Reunited Series. Malik – the slick talker, larger than life, I’ll-never-give-my-heart-to-a-woman kind of guy, was one of Quinn’s SEAL teammates and best friends. In Rendezvous, you were also introduced to Natasha Lockham – Alandra’s sister. Well … Natasha and Malik … ‘hooked up’!

Without further ado, here’s a snippet from Truth or Consequences

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Hospital Chief of Staff Natasha Lockham’s life has been all about work and no play. That is until a one-night stand with a man who lives his life on the edge, turns her sexual fantasies into reality. She never expects to see him again, but their paths cross when Natasha suspects an esteemed doctor of committing an unspeakable crime against his patients and danger lands at her doorstep. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes she’s not prepared for the truth – or the consequences.

Former Navy SEAL, Malik Lewis, will always remember the night he spent with Natasha. It was the single most amazing night of his life. So when Natasha narrowly escapes a brutal attempt on her life, Malik stops at nothing to protect her, including hunting a man whose skills match his. Can Malik and Natasha outsmart a vicious assassin who has nothing to lose? And will they ever get to explore the sizzling passion between them that neither can deny?

Excerpt

Natasha sluggishly opened her eyes, blackness surrounding her. In the distance, the hum of an air conditioner pierced the silence of the room and a surge of anxiety leapt within her body. Wha … Where am I? Her hands fisted the sheet as her gaze darted back and forth in the dark trying to figure out where she was.

Okay. Okay. Calm down and relax. Calm down and relax, she told herself, using the same chant she had used plenty of times when doing a surgery. Just calm down. She breathed, inhaling a deep breath and releasing it slowly as her eyes began to adjust to the darkness. Memories of the evening slowly penetrated her mind.

I’m at Malik’s house.

She sighed in relief and turned onto her side, snuggling into the pillow and hoping that sleep would once again claim her. Time passed and like earlier, when she closed her eyes, the scene at the café infiltrated her mind. She didn’t want to think. She didn’t want to remember. All she wanted was to be lulled back into the mindless, dreamless state she’d just come out of.

When she realized that wasn’t going to happen, she sat up in bed, only to sway to the left and then to the right. Whoa. She grabbed her head. Once the room stopped spinning, she planted her feet on the floor and felt her way to the adjoining bathroom. She wasn’t much of a drinker and the queasiness flowing through her body reminded her why. She hated the after effects of alcohol.

Happy to see a new toothbrush and toothpaste near the sink, she brushed her teeth and splashed cold water on her face. The small gesture had her feeling somewhat alive. Returning to the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed. It was too quiet. She could turn on the television mounted on the wall, but that’s not what she wanted. What she really wanted was to be wherever Malik was.

That’s not a good idea.

Ignoring her inner voice, she went in search of him. When she stepped into the hallway, it was just as quiet and dark. A light from the lower level illuminated part of the staircase, whereas the other end of the hallway was pitch-black. She didn’t hear Tank, so she assumed Malik had put him in the basement since he had mentioned it earlier.

She glanced across the hall at Malik’s bedroom, his door slightly opened.

Natasha brought her hand up to her mouth, her bottom lip folded between her teeth. She knew she was asking for trouble if she went to him in the middle of the night, but the need to be held was overriding all common sense.

With one foot in front of the other, she approached his door and slowly pushed it open. He had showed her around upstairs, but with the darkness, she could barely see her hand in front of her face. A sliver of moonlight shone through the slats of the blinds, guiding her to the massive bed in the middle of the room.

There wasn’t enough light for her to see him clearly, but it didn’t matter. She remembered every inch of his strong, enticing body. She licked her lips recalling how she dug her fingernails into his unbelievably broad shoulders the night he rocked her world. And she would never forget his wide chest, sprinkled with soft, dark hair perfect for running her fingers through.

Natasha swallowed hard. Why was she torturing herself? Torturing herself with memories of making love with a man who didn’t want the same things she wanted? Marriage. Children. She asked herself the question, but she knew the answer. Malik had brought her more pleasure in one night than her own husband had brought her in all the years they were together. She shook her head knowing she should go back to her room, but she couldn’t. She wanted him. Right now, she needed him.

Natasha stepped closer to the bed. Her heart lurched when her gaze landed on the spot where he’d been shot just below his ribcage during a mission in Afghanistan years earlier. She stretched out her hand, her fingers grazing the wound that had almost cost him his life.

Malik bolted upright with his gun drawn.

Natasha screamed when he grabbed her by the front of her T-shirt, the barrel of his gun between her eyes. Her heart slammed against her chest. Fear kept her from breathing. “Ma–Malik!” she cried, tears clouding her vision. “Please …”

Malik released her and slapped his hand against the side table. Light illuminated the room.

“What the hell?” he roared, his gun still drawn. “Are you crazy? You could have been killed!”

Natasha stumbled back. Tripping over his shoes, she landed hard on her tailbone. Fear kept her moving. She shuffled her feet and scooted away from him until she hit a wall, unable to go any further, unable to breathe.

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April 28, 2014 Posted by | New Release | , , , , | 8 Comments

Truth or Consequences

Look what’s coming April 30, 2014!  Truth or Consequences, book 3 of the Reunited Series

Here’s a little preview:

 

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About the Book:

Hospital Chief of Staff Natasha Lockham’s life has been all about work and no play. That is until a one-night stand with a man who lives his life on the edge, turns her sexual fantasies into reality. She never expects to see him again, but their paths cross when Natasha suspects an esteemed doctor of committing an unspeakable crime against his patients and danger lands at her doorstep. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes she’s not prepared for the truth – or the consequences.

Former Navy SEAL, Malik Lewis, will always remember the night he spent with Natasha. It was the single most amazing night of his life. So when Natasha narrowly escapes a brutal attempt on her life, Malik stops at nothing to protect her, including hunting a man whose skills match his. Can Malik and Natasha outsmart a vicious assassin who has nothing to lose? And will they ever get to explore the sizzling passion between them that neither can deny?

Excerpt of Truth or Consequences

Malik glanced up from reviewing the documents Wiz had just dropped off, surprised to see Natasha. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. His anger had lingered, but seeing her curvy figure near the door began to slowly thaw the ice running through his veins.

“Hi,” she said shyly, keeping her distance.

Malik, though still pissed, had never been happier to see anyone in all of his life. Stan told him about the reporters at the hospital and how shaken she was when more media people showed up at her house. Malik almost went to her. Almost.

He stood, but didn’t move from behind his desk. His gaze traveled over her body from her hair loosely piled on top of her head, down to the short-sleeved wrap dress that hugged her hourglass shape. He didn’t stop his perusal until he got to her slender feet, which were encased in high-heeled orange strappy sandals that matched her dress. Her favorite color was orange and it was quickly becoming his favorite, too.

Damn she looks good.

Seeing her now, dressed as she was, he couldn’t help but think about something he once heard someone say. The first step in getting what you want is looking like you mean business. And damn if she wasn’t dressed to get whatever the hell she wanted from him.

“Hey,” he finally said. He wasn’t going to make this easy for her, yet it was taking everything in him not to bolt across the room and pull her into his arms. What helped him stay put was the fact that she’d kicked him out of her house. Never had a woman dismissed him, especially twice, and it was about time she understood exactly what he wouldn’t accept.

“I’m surprised to see you here. What can I do for you?” he asked coldly.

She didn’t move from where she stood and her nervousness showed with the death grip she had on the strap of her handbag.

“Thank you for having the house alarm installed. I just wanted to stop by and pay for the system and the services.”

He studied her for a long time. He didn’t want her money. He wanted her.

“The bill has been taken care of. Anything else?”

“Uh,” she glanced around the room, still standing near the door, “I’d like for you to call off the bodyguard.”

“That’s not going to happen,” he said. The media had backed off, but he still wasn’t comfortable with her roaming around the city alone.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not.”

He wasn’t convinced that she wasn’t in danger. Now that he knew that Sheldon and his men still didn’t have much on Halsey’s death, not only was he keeping eyes on Natasha, but Malik had decided to start his own covert investigation.

“Malik, I’m sorry, all right?” Natasha said, taking a step toward him. He looked up just as she captured her lower lip between her teeth. “I know you’re mad, and you have every right to be. I was wrong asking you to leave.”

Malik said nothing. The only reason he could come up with of why she asked him to leave instead of Martin was because she was still in love with her ex. And there was no way in hell he was sharing her with anyone else.

“You scare me.”

Malik drew his eyebrows together. “Excuse me?” Her voice was so low he wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly.

“You make me nervous. We come from two different worlds. You’re like the star basketball player being pursued by a hundred colleges to play for their school, and I’m the geeky nerd who always gets looked over by the popular kids.”

Malik frowned, not knowing what she was talking about, but he had to admit she was damn cute.

“I don’t understand.”

She sighed and narrowed her eyes at him as if he was the one who’d done something wrong.

“Why are you making this so hard?” She raised her voice and put her hands on her hips. “I like you, all right? I really like you and I can’t stand the thought of you being angry with me.”

The jerk in Malik wanted to let her stew, but Malik the man wanted to pull her into his arms and taste those sweet, pouty lips. There was something about this woman that stirred things within him that had never been touched, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Her shoulders dropped. “Malik, don’t look at me like that. Say something.”

He laid down the file and walked around the desk, one hand stuffed into his pants pocket and the other rubbing his forehead. It was no wonder he didn’t do relationships, because whatever was transpiring between him and Natasha was frustrating as hell. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be seriously involved, or even married for that matter.

“Let’s get something straight. I don’t play games,” he said, staring into her beautiful brown eyes. “I mean what I say and I say what I mean. So whatever the hell type of game you and your ex are playing, count me out. I like you,” he eased up on her, “but I will not come second to some punk-ass professor, who doesn’t know how to move on when it’s over. Do we understand each other?”

Her jerky nod came without words so he continued, “I want you. Baby, I want you in every way a man wants a woman. If you’re not ready for what you know I can offer, then you need to tell me now. Otherwise, I’m going to pursue you to no end.”

Copyright © by Sharon C. Cooper

If you haven’t read Blue Roses (book 1) or Rendezvous with Danger (book 2), get your copies today!

Truth or Consequences, Available April 30, 2014!

April 24, 2014 Posted by | Coming Soon, Sneak Peek | , | 14 Comments

Stay in Balance

BalanceFor the last two days, I’ve taken a much-needed break – short – but a break nonetheless. So as I prepared for my busy day today, I started it the way I usually do, with a morning devotion. My devotion this morning came from RUMC – The Word for You Today. Here’s the part that really caught my attention:

“If you are an ‘all-or-nothing’ person, the word for you today is, ‘stay in balance.’ Serve God fervently, but don’t forget to love your family and spend time with them. Work hard, but don’t forget to play, relax and ‘smell the roses.’ Think regularly about heaven, your permanent residence, but maximize every moment you have here on earth for God’s glory.”

Or as Joyce Meyer says: “I believe one of the major reasons why many people are stressed and burned out is because they’re going their own way instead of following God’s plan.”

As an entrepreneur, it’s real easy for my life to become unbalanced or stressed. I’m often trying to squeeze in that one more thing, or pull an all-nighter to get everything done. So I appreciate reminders such as this devotion, to reel me back in when I’m going a hundred miles per hour, or lose sight of what’s most important.

So how’s your life? Is it balanced?

April 21, 2014 Posted by | Just Thinking | 13 Comments

New Release – Love Redeemed by Love Belvin

Congratulations to Love Belvin on her new release: Love Redeemed! In celebration, Love is doing a giveaway (see details below on how you can enter to win).

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Life’s complicated…
Life’s not fair…
All is fair in love and war…

You ever wonder what events led up to an individual’s inability to trust? Love Lost starts off by peeling back layers of a young girl who experienced the loss of essential, reliable and nurturing love.

Rayna Brimm, hailing from an inner-city in New Jersey, survives a series of betrayal and loss only to forge forward in self-preservation and obtain an education in North Carolina. After receiving her degree, vowing never return home, she finds herself in California where she tries to build a self-contained life. She made a personal declaration to get through life without further dependence on others in order to avoid yet another heartbreak. Only, fate said otherwise.

Enter Azmir Jacobs, a tall, dark, handsome and very wealthy man, who has street credibility and executive power in the corporate world. Azmir has money, power and beautiful women at his beck and call, but only one woman has caught his eye. The resilient Rayna Brimm, a woman whose dysfunctional upbringing contributes towards her tough skin, issues with trust and a deep-seated fear to love, turns out to be more than he bargained for when he discovered her in his boardroom presenting a leasing proposal.

Rayna isn’t the only one with a checkered past. Can Azmir conceal his convoluted life long enough to prove that he can provide Rayna the stable and reliable love that she clearly needs and deserves? Or will his lofty lifestyle and endless resources scare her away?

Find out in this riveting conclusion how Rayna reconciles her inability to trust and willingness to explore love in ways she thought she wasn’t worthy of. See love redeemed for someone who thought it was not in the cards. Also, experience Azmir’s lessons on love, forgiveness, and acceptance as his world is transformed to include a life partner.

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April 19, 2014 Posted by | Blog Guest | , | Comments Off on New Release – Love Redeemed by Love Belvin

Taste for Love

It is with great pleasure that I welcome back author Tia Kelly to my blog! Tia is on a virtual book tour to promote her latest release Taste for Love. Remember heartthrob Carlos Ortiz (whew!) from Playing for Love? Well he’s back with his own story in Taste for Love! Check it out!

Taste for Love

Rochelle “Shelly” Gauthier is no stranger to loss. Hurricane Katrina taught her that in the blink of an eye, you can lose everything and everyone who matters most to you. So being cast out of the Wilkerson clan for betraying her cousin Kenneth, his fiancée Paige and their best friend Carlos only resulted in her being exactly how she always knew she would wind up anyway: alone.

Carlos Ortiz, on the other hand is alone by choice. Or so he tells himself. When Shelly makes an unexpected request for help from the Wilkersons, Carlos recalls a time when fate put him in a position where he had no choice but to accept Shelly’s assistance.

Now he must decide whether what he feels for her is a sense of obligation, or something else.

Taste for Love is the third novel from the Wilkersons in Love series.

Tia Kelly invites you to come meet the Wilkersons and get ready to fall in love.

 

Excerpt from – ‘Taste for Love’

Shelly stood from the table and smiled when her aunt walked toward their table in the middle of the restaurant. The January snowy forecast had almost caused the two to reschedule, but Shelly was glad they didn’t. Lourdes Wilkerson slipped out of her coat and draped it over a chair back before opening her arms.

Shelly hugged her a little longer than usual, wanting to admit she missed seeing her since their last lunch date.

“What have you been up to in the past month, cariño?” Lourdes asked, once they sat down. “You keeping busy now that school is behind you?”

“I have. The owner called me last week to offer me a permanent position as a baker, but I declined.”

Lourdes arched a dark, perfectly arched brow and questioned her. “Really? From what I’ve heard about the place, it’s would be a great starting point for a culinary career.”

Shelly shook her head and nervously balled her fists under the table. “But that’s not what I want to do, Aunt Lori.”

Lourdes nodded. The conversation paused briefly when they ordered lunch.

“Still want to open your own place?” Lourdes asked.

Shelly nodded, holding her breath as she wondered what her aunt was going to say next. Her Aunt Lori never held back from sharing her opinion, but she always waited until she knew it was going to be well received when she chose the right time to express.

“Publicity and a candy store are two different operations to run and it wouldn’t hurt to learn more about it before committing to your own business.”

“I know what I want to do and I’m not going to let anything get in the way of doing it. Of course, I don’t want to be stupid and jump in with my eyes closed, but I feel like this is the direction I need to go in now.”

She saw the corners of her aunt’s mouth curve into a smile. Lourdes winked and leaned back in her seat. “That’s my girl.”

“I’m happy to see you, but there’s another reason I needed to talk to you,” Shelly said. “I’ve had my eye on a place that would be the perfect location, but if I don’t act now I could lose it.”

Lourdes shrugged. “If it goes, perhaps it’s not meant to be.”

“No, I know this is the spot. There’s just one small problem,” Shelly explained. “With my lack of experience in the industry, I am having a hard time finding investors or to qualify for a loan. My savings can help cover the lease, but I won’t have enough for the renovation and other expenses. Is there any way I can have early access to the money from my parents?”

Ever since her parents died, Shelly never cared to use the money they left her, or the life insurance disbursements that came after their death. She couldn’t touch the bulk of it even if she wanted to prior to her thirtieth birthday, unless James and Lourdes Wilkerson allowed it. In the meantime, a living expense allotment was given to her and her college tuition had been paid from it. Otherwise she still had another four years to go before she could touch the funds without their permission.

Lourdes appeared surprised, but she didn’t say much after Shelly’s request. “Sounds serious.”

“I really want this, but I need to let them know soon.”

“I have to think about it and discuss this with James,” Lourdes replied, placing her napkin in her lap and giving the server time to set their plates in front of them before she continued. “But I need more than just words right now.”

Shelly nodded and reached for a binder she had placed on the chair beside her. “I have this for you to review to help you make your decision. It outlines everything you would probably want to know.”

Lourdes took it from Shelly and glanced down at the cover. She nodded subtly. “I’ll look it over and let you know. Now, what else is new with you?”

Shelly considered telling her that her roommate decided to move out last weekend after the lease she had with her expired, but chose not to. “Nothing much. How is everyone?”

Lourdes looked up and smiled. Shelly did not miss the tenderness in her eyes and knew her aunt couldn’t wait to share something about the family, but also avoided the topic to spare Shelly’s feelings. “I have pictures from the wedding with me this time.”

“I’d love to see them. I only saw the one they allowed to go public.” Shelly leaned forward, eager to catch a glimpse of her family. “If you don’t mind.”

“Of course, I don’t.” Lourdes pulled out her tablet and showed her the electronic gallery taken six months before. “My favorite is this one of all the flower girls throwing petals at Kenneth after the ceremony.”

Shelly smiled. It was a precious moment the photographer happened to catch on film. She slid her finger across the screen to get to the next image and saw one of Melody with her arms wrapped around Carlos’s neck. He was holding his daughter close and kissing the top of her head. They appeared to be surrounded by couples on the dance floor.

“Poor baby was a trooper that day. She didn’t complain once about her leg bothering her,” Lourdes explained, catching which photo Shelly was looking at. “Melody fell the day before the wedding and needed stitches. Carlos doted on her the entire time. Melody was so cute. She ate up every second of his attention.”

Shelly didn’t have to try too hard to imagine it. The way Carlos reacted during the whole ordeal still touched her. She never expected him to have a softer side.

“The next is one of all three boys,” Lourdes commented, bringing Shelly’s attention back to the photo gallery. “My sons are so handsome.”

Shelly swiped and an image of her three surrogate cousins smiled back at her. Jeremy, Kenneth and Andrew were caught in a candid moment laughing together. “They are.”

But what Shelly really wanted to do was return to the picture before it where Carlos held onto his little girl as if he never wanted to let her go. There was a time when her own father treated her the same way, but in the blink of an eye that changed.

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April 8 – Nia Forrester (www.niaforrester.com)

April 9 – Love Belvin (www.lovebelvin.com)

April 10 – MJ Kane (www.authormjkanebooks.wordpress.com)

April 11 – Christopher Bynum (www.theblackwriter.wordpress.com)

April 14 – Delaney Diamond (www.delaneydiamond.com)

April 15 – Sharon C. Cooper (www.sharoncooper.net)

April 16 – Candace Shaw (www.candaceshaw.net)

April 18 – Christina Jones (www.beingmrsjones.com)

 

About Tia Kelly

Tia Kelly may be witty and feisty on the outside, but she is a die hard romantic at heart. She likes to bring ‘life moments… one character at a time’ in the contemporary fiction and is the author of nine books.

In addition to her love for writing, reading, playing chef in her own kitchen and traveling, Tia loves to kick back with a glass of wine and a good game on her television screen. And if it’s baseball season, you will probably hear Tia shouting the loudest (or checking out the cuties in the dugout)!

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April 15, 2014 Posted by | Blog Guest | | 2 Comments

When Ice Melts

Here’s a Book Blast and Giveaway by author AlTonya Washington.

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The author is giving away a $10.00 Amazon gift card, one signed autograph copy and one ebook copy of When Ice Melts. See details about the giveaway below, but first, check out When Ice Melts.

When Ice melts

Icia Graham’s love affair with Rakim Transou had the makings of a fairy tale romance with the happily ever after ending, until the night of Rakim’s college graduation party. For Icia, it was the night her life was forever changed. So desperate to escape the horrific memories she’d suddenly been saddled with, Icia left school and the man she loved. The years passed and; in that time, both Rakim and Icia reached goals that carried them to the heights of success. For Rakim it was a powerful advertising agency that brought him a respected and revered name in the business. Icia’s accomplishment was a bit darker, but no less revered and she had no desire to revisit the past and be tortured by thoughts of love lost with the only man she’d ever wanted. A series of events however, would bring Icia right back to where she swore she’d never return. Once more Rakim Transou was back in her life and she was simultaneously overjoyed and distraught. How could she start anew with the man who still meant everything to her, when there were so many secrets between them? When the need for vengeance on those; who were still very much a part of Rakim’s life, still raged so viciously inside her?

Excerpt:

Houston, Texas~

“Here you go, Val,” Rakim Transou was saying to his assistant as he signed the last of the three contracts on his desk. “I don’t have time, man,” he grumbled to his Vice President.

Charles ‘Cory” Henderson shook his head at his boss and best friend, before perching his lean body on the edge of the desk. “You need to think about this, Kimm.”

“Is that it, Valerie?” Rakim sighed, pleased to see his mound of work slowly dissolving.

Val scanned the documents and smiled. “That’s it,” she sang and headed out of the office.

“Kimm, what’s the point of owning this place if you’re not gonna have fun runnin’ it?” Cory asked, once Val was gone.

Rakim ran both hands over his soft, close-cut hair. “The last thing I need to do is waste my day looking at pictures.”

“Of models,” Cory pointed out, smiling devilishly. “Do you know how stress-relieving that can be?”

Rakim groaned. “Here we go,” he said, leaning back in his leather swivel chair. “You know I get tired of you telling me how sad my life is. If I hadn’t been focused on business all these years, you wouldn’t be working for one of the most successful ad agencies in the country.”

Cory nodded, familiar with the speech. He cleared his throat and braced his hands on top of the polished cherry wood desk. “And given that you own one of the most successful agencies in the country, why can’t you have some fun?”

Rakim leaned forward to pin Cory with his deep, obsidian stare. “I don’t want one of the most successful agencies. I want the most successful agency, period.”

Cory slapped a hand against his bald head. “Man, thinking like that’ll never get you a steady woman.”

“I can live with that,” Rakim easily replied, focusing his attention on the appointment book lying open on the desk.

“I give up,” Cory mumbled and walked out of the plush, twentieth floor office.

Alone, Rakim allowed the facade to fade. He massaged the bridge of his nose, then opened the bottom desk drawer and pulled a tattered envelope from the back. The expression was fixed, intense on his handsome, dark-chocolate face. His midnight gaze was riveted on the contents of the note he knew by heart.

Rakim,

I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there today. Something’s happened and I have to leave. I’ll be changing schools. Don’t try to find me. My parents won’t tell you anything. I hate doing this to you, but I can’t see you again.  I just can’t. I do love you-so much. It’s really better like this. I love you, but if you hate me now, I understand.  Coco.

As usual, once Rakim finished reading the letter, he pressed the page to his nose. He swore he could still smell her perfume clinging to it.

The relationship they shared had been so right. She was everything to him and he trusted her with his life. When he walked into his bedroom the afternoon of the graduation, his entire world changed. He found the note lying in the center of the bed. Icia Graham had taken anything else that would have reminded him of her-including all the pictures. The brief letter provided no answers. It was most effective; however, in helping him lose his temper. Rakim grunted as he remembered the way he demolished the house. Cory and Fred had been so spooked by his mood that they left him alone for a week.

Just then, Cory’s earlier comments filtered his mind. He had completely buried himself in work after Icia left. He took the job he’d been offered in Richmond and worked there while obtaining his Masters degree. Afterwards, he went back home to Houston and put everything he had into building his company. Now, The Transou Agency was respected by its competitors and clients alike.

Of course, Rakim acknowledged that his private life may have suffered. Not that there weren’t women. There had been several. Unfortunately, he only had to be in the relationship for a matter of months, before he began to compare his companion to Icia. Not even that flaw could keep the women away, though. Rakim Transou’s good looks seem to intensify with age. He stood well over six feet and had been blessed with a flawless deep chocolate complexion and the type of lean, muscular frame that flattered everything he wore. The thick, curly afro he used to sport had been trimmed to a close-cut fade. The style only enhanced his pitch, deep-set eyes and sleek brows. His wide mouth was made more enticing by the set of double dimples which appeared whenever he spoke or smiled.

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About the author:

Altonya

AlTonya Washington has been a published romance novelist for 10 years. In 2013, her Harlequin Kimani novel “His Texas Touch” won the Romantic Times Magazine Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Series Romance of 2012. In addition to being an author, AlTonya also works as a college Reference Librarian. Writing as T. Onyx, AlTonya released her latest erotica “Ravenous: Ruler of Perfection II” in 2013.

Her newest title with Harlequin Kimani is “Provocative Passion” nominated for an AMB Ovation Award for Outstanding Interracial Romance and the sequel to the January 2013 release “Provocative Territory”. In November she will release “A Lover’s Debt”, the 17th title in the Ramsey Tesano saga.

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April 10, 2014 Posted by | Blog Guest | , | 7 Comments

Literary Nook Celebration and Giveaway

If you LOVE books, gift cards and swag by authors, today is your lucky day! Literary Nook is celebrating 3000 “Likes” and is doing a huge giveaway.  The multi-author giveaway starts Friday, April 4, 2014 to Friday, April 11, 2014.

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April 4, 2014 Posted by | Blog Guest | | 1 Comment

Pull Me Closer by Lauren H. Kelley

It is with great pleasure that I welcome fellow author, Lauren H. Kelley to my blog today!  Lauren is introducing us to her novel, Pull Me Closer. Check it out!

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Following the advice of a spastic inspirational speaker, jet-setting advertising executive Kerrigan Mulls decides its time to trade in her chaotic lifestyle for the one she really wants. Relocation to Atlanta is just the opportunity she needs.

Axel Christensen, the ad agency owner of an Atlanta firm, is looking for talent who can help his business expand. When Kerrigan interviews with the insanely hot agency owner, her underactive libido goes into overdrive and the feeling is mutual.

A year and kidnapping later, Axel learns that catching Kerrigan isn’t easy, but keeping her next to impossible. His controversial past and trust issues create the perfect storm, leading to betrayal and heartbreak.

Excerpt

He was already seated when Kerrigan strolled in and found him at the rear of the restaurant. Lunch with her was fun. He always enjoyed the time they spent together, and she seemed to enjoy his company too, although she kept her guard up.

She picked up her fork and poked at her salad. “Exactly why do I need to cancel my plans next Saturday? What’s going on?” she asked.

He thought for a minute before responding. In that instant, he could have lain out his heart and told her how he had been feeling and how much he liked her. How for months, he watched and yearned to be close to her—how much more he liked her now that he was getting to know her better—how much he admired her intelligence and delighted in her beauty. Instead …

“I’ll be out of town all next week for business. I leave this Sunday, and I get back late Friday evening. We’ll need to catch up immediately.”

“Oh? And we can’t catch up the following week?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No. I’m not available that week until Friday.”

Clearing her throat, she brought the glass of water to her lips and sipped. “So this is related to business?

He leaned in close, glancing around at the restaurant’s patrons as his eyes steadied and met hers. “Yes. Well, no.” Everything around them faded away, including baldy, a businessman who was sitting alone at the next table eavesdropping and ogling at Kerrigan.

Her glass dropped to the clothed table with a loud thud, and she swallowed hard. Kerrigan’s eyes shifted around the room. A waiter, whose mullet was straight out of a 1980’s rock video, stood at the back of the restaurant gawking at them. Kerrigan jerked her hand away and sent the glass into a teeter. Axel’s quick aim landed his hand on hers, and their entwined fingers held the glass steady. Her fingers struggled to break away from the slick, wet cylinder, but his firm grasp held her hand in place. Slowly, she lifted wide nervous eyes to his, and he released her hand.

“Kerrigan, I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a personal angle. I enjoy spending time with you. You’re good company, and we have fun together. Isn’t that what friends do?” The desperation in his voice spoke loudly.

“You’re going to miss me.” She teased boldly.

The dim light from the pendant hanging overhead danced off her angelic face and highlighted the brown and golden tones in Kerrigan’s wavy hair that flowed over her shoulder, gently caressing her right cheek.

His pulse quickened. “Yes, I’m going to miss you, very much.” Her darting eyes stilled, fixed to his, and she froze. “And I know you’re going to miss me too.” A hard lump formed in his throat and his chest tightened, waiting for her reply.

He held her gaze. Beauty radiated from her frigid face. Melting the ice, the corners of her mouth curled into a warm smile. “Then I suppose I can make an exception just this once. May I ask about your trip? Where are you going?”

Tense shoulders relaxing, he swallowed hard and then exhaled. “Yes, of course. I’m going to meet some clients in Denver. They want to discuss a new national campaign for their ski resort.” Wiping his mouth with his napkin as he glanced around, the background came into view again. “I thought I’d invite you along, but I know the kind of rumors that would stir.”

“I think you’re right about the rumors. I wouldn’t have gone anyway,” she said.

If she had gone with him, he would have made sure that the rumors held merit.

When lunch ended, they walked to the restaurant’s waiting area. He guided them to a private corner, surrounded by greenery, to finish their conversation.

Standing close, “While I’m gone, can you gather research on McBride’s markets?” he asked softly.

“Sure. I’ll have the data ready in time for our next meeting.”

“Great. Thank you.” He paused and glimpsed around, discovering they were isolated. “I think we should say our goodbyes here. I know how nervous you are about rumors.”

She extended her arm for a handshake.

Forehead wrinkling, a glint of a smile crossed his lips. He stepped forward, no more than an inch between them. She didn’t move. “I think we can do better than that,” he said.

Intensely focused on nothing but her, for a brief moment, he and Kerrigan were the only two people in the room. With a quick motion, he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, pulled her close to him until her tender breasts pressed into his chest.

Kerrigan’s small hands landed on his biceps, her fingers digging into his arms through his shirtsleeves.

“What are you doing?” She whispered into his chest, her head hung down forestalling his gaze.

“Saying goodbye.” Leaning down, he nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet fragrance that was uniquely hers.

“Umm.” He released a low guttural groan and closed his eyes, succumbing to the serenity that settled over him with her nestled in his arms. Her head tilted to the side, giving him greater access. Softly, his lips brushed the throbbing vein in her neck.

A small gasp escaped her.

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About Lauren H. Kelley
Lauren began writing short stories in high school, but abandoned her first love to pursue a business degree and career in corporate America. A late bloomer to her true calling and craft, she finally figured out what she wanted to do with her life—write! Growing up in a multicultural family, she was exposed to diversity from an early age. She has always had an appreciation and respect for multicultural romance and aims to bridge the racial divide through her novels and short stories. She currently resides in the Southeast.

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