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Book Spotlight: Her Perfect Candidate

A HUGE congratulations to my author friend, Candace Shaw, on her latest release! HER PERFECT CANDIDATE, which is Candace’s Harlequin Kimani Romance debut novel, is now available!! Candace is sharing an excerpt. Check it out! Isn’t the cover gorgeous?

Her Perfect Candidate



Co-owner of an up-and-coming interior-decorating firm, Megan Chase loves being a single woman on the fast track to success. But everything changes when a flat tire brings Georgia senator Steven Monroe into her life. The sinfully sexy politician needs the right woman to clean up his image. And with Megan’s fine eye for detail, she just may be the woman for the job.

Steven’s reputation as a player could cost him his chance at a U.S. senate seat. But when the cameras catch him and Megan in a kiss that’s all too real, it’s not only his future candidacy in jeopardy. As the lines between politics and desire begin to blur, how much will he risk to transform their passionate pretense into a landslide for love.


At exactly seven that evening, Megan’s phone rang. She was sitting on the floor brushing Percy, a weekly ritual that he hated. She glanced at the caller ID and saw Steven’s name. He was in a meeting earlier when she called him with her decision. They agreed to talk that evening, and he was punctually calling at the time she’d suggested.

She stood up to grab her notepad that she had earlier jotted some general questions in to ask Steven. Free from Megan’s hands, Percy darted out of the bedroom to escape the brushing ritual.

“Hello?” Megan plopped down on the bed.

“Hey, it’s Steven. How are you doing this evening?”

“Fine, Stevo. And how are you?”

“Stevo?” he asked taken aback.

“Well, I figured you need a pet name for me to call you. You don’t like Stevo?”

“No, it reminds me of my days in high school when the nerds would call me Stevo or worse Stevster.”

“I see. Well, I guess we’ll think of something else. In the meantime, I have some questions that every girlfriend should know,” Megan said getting her pen ready.

“Yes, I have big feet and great hands to give body massages with,” he joked.

Megan felt her face getting hot at the thought of his great hands giving her a body massage with hot oil. A man with big feet could only mean one thing, at least most of the time. She smiled at the thought.

“I already have my list of questions.”

“That’s fine. How was your day?”

“It was good, and yours?”

“I spent most of the day reviewing a possible campaign budget with Shawn just in case I receive the nomination. I need to do some fund-raising if I’m to have a successful campaign.”

“I thought all you needed was a great platform and a speech,” Megan said, sounding a little naive on that subject. She was never one for keeping up with politics.

He chuckled softly before answering her.

“That’s part of it, but I also have to rent the headquarters, pay people to work there or find volunteers, buy materials, pay for advertisements, but that’s not my biggest dilemma at the moment. The community center that I started and help fund is losing one of its grants, therefore losing about ten college students that would normally assist with events with the children during the summer camp.”

“Can you do a fund-raiser?”

“Yes, I’m considering hosting a fund-raiser party and then writing a check to match whatever is raised. The grant funded quite a bit.”

“Well, maybe I can help.” Megan was always one for volunteering her services or expertise if the need arose. “I’m the assistant graduate advisor for one of the undergrad chapters for my sorority. I’ll check to see if some of the girls would like to volunteer their services this summer. A lot of them are education majors so they need the experience of working with children,” she said, taking notes. The undergrads were having their last meeting of the semester the following evening, and she could approach the ones that were staying in Atlanta for the summer.

“That is very thoughtful and supportive of you.”

“No problem. Also, I have a few clients and friends that could possibly give a donation. And I’m sure Braxton won’t mind you using the mezzanine level at his restaurant. Let me make some phone calls tomorrow and work my magic, that’s if you want me to.” She hoped she wasn’t overstepping her bounds. Though she was only supposed to play the make-believe girlfriend, planning and organizing were her specialties.

“No, that’s wonderful. Thank you,” he said in amazement.

“No problem. Isn’t that what girlfriends are for?” she asked jokingly.

“Yes, they are. There’re some other things girlfriends are good for, as well,” Steven said in a sexy tone.

“If you’re going to continue talking like that, the deal is off. Now on to my list of questions,” she said getting back to the real business at hand. As much as she liked Steven, Megan knew that sex was one road she couldn’t travel with him. For if she did, she’d never want to let him go.

Over the next hour, Megan learned that Steven liked to fish, and listen to jazz, classical, R&B and hip-hop. He played the guitar and gave lessons to the children during the summer camp. He was a running back during his freshman year of college but got hurt and decided not to play anymore. He never wanted to go professional, but he enjoyed football. His parents were relieved he could no longer play, especially his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps and go into politics. He loved seafood especially shrimp, and he liked Bruce Lee movies. His pet peeve was people who complained about issues but did nothing to make a change. It was also the reason he decided to go into politics and not become a practicing attorney like Bryce. He had a brownstone in Washington, D.C., that he shared with his brother and a townhome in historic Savannah.

“Do you feel that you really know me now?” he asked in a low, deep voice that sent goose bumps down her arms. This man was driving her insane, and she didn’t know how much longer she could stand having his voice in her ear.

“Overall.” She put down her pen and notepad as Percy jumped into her lap. “I’m sure I’ll learn more in the months to come. But I just thought of something else. When I was online looking at pictures of you, I only saw you with a bunch of females. There were only a few family pictures and some of you giving speeches during your last campaign. However, there was nothing with you and the good you do for the communities in your district such as the center and the gardens. Why is that?”

“Well one reason is that all the media and gossip blogs tend to care about is who I’m dating. Plus, I do what I do for my community because it’s my passion. I’m not doing it for the publicity. I do it because I care, and I’m in the position to make a change. Everyone wasn’t born wealthy like me, but it doesn’t mean they can’t have the same advantages. There’re some articles out there though, about some of the things I’ve done, but unfortunately my past lifestyle outweighs the good.”

“We’re going to change that, Steven. It’ll help with cleaning up your image. They need to see you playing the guitar with the children and getting dirty in the community garden. They need to see your philanthropy side not the philandering one. I have a reporter friend at one of the local news stations. I’ll see if she can come to the fund-raiser.”

He laughed. “Wow. Are you an interior decorator or an image consultant?”

“I’m the woman who believes in you and what you stand for.”

“Thank you. That truly means a lot to me. Out of all of the women I’ve dated, including my ex-wife, you’ve been the only one to say that, and you’re not even my real girlfriend. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you when this ends. Promise me we’ll always be friends.”

“Of course.” A lump formed in her throat. She didn’t want to think about the end.


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Candace Shaw’s Bio

Candace Shaw was born and raised under the sunny skies of northwest Florida and knew she wanted to become a writer after reading Little Women in fourth grade. Once graduating from the University of West Florida with a degree in elementary education, Candace began teaching and put her dream of becoming a writer on hold until one summer vacation she started writing again and hasn’t stopped.

When Candace is not writing or researching for a book, she’s reading, shopping, learning how to cook a new dish or spending time with her loving husband and their loyal, overprotective Weimaraner, Ali. Candace is currently working on her next fun, flirty and sexy romance novel.

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June 9, 2014 Posted by | Blog Guest | , | 8 Comments

Prescription for Desire by Candace Shaw

I love it when my author friends come and hang out with me!

Join me in welcoming back author Candace Shaw to my blog! Candace is introducing us to her new release – Prescription for Desire and sharing a hot excerpt!

Prescription for Desire


Dr. Raven Arrington has found herself in the same mundane routine for the past three years after her husband’s death. Needing a change of scenery, she escapes to a little town outside of Buenos Aries to work temporarily at a medical facility. Raven didn’t realize what prescription of medicine she needed until she meets Chief of Staff, Dr. Armand Phillips. The gray-eyed, sinfully suave doctor awakens a part of her she’d suppressed with just the right dose of desire.

Armand knows having a fling with a co-worker is a prescription for trouble, but the older, sophisticated doctor is like no other woman he’s met. He’s used to no responsibilities outside of his career and loves his freedom to travel wherever needed. However, Armand is willing to sacrifice in order to make Raven his, despite her reservations, and to give her what she wants more than anything.


Raven opened the door, and collided into a white-coated chest. Her hands rested on pure hardness that radiated strength and power from him. Strength and power that she could only imagine handling her exactly how she wanted in the bedroom or wherever. He seemed the type of man that could get busy whenever or wherever need be, considering he’d mentioned laying her out on the desk in her office. She hadn’t been able to sleep for the past two nights with that comment lodged in her brain.

“Excuse me, Dr. Phillips.” Her hands balled into fists when she realized they were still pressed against him. She immediately jerked them away, placing them in the pockets of her white coat.

“Sorry,” he said as his eyes roamed over her before they settled on her face with a knowing gleam. “Um … I was just going into the supply room.” He took out his keys and stepped toward the door across the hall from her exam room.

“While you’re in there, can you get me a box of hand sanitizer? I’m almost out.” She turned to walk down the hall, but he gently grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room with him.

“What?” she whispered as Armand closed the door.

He grinned. “Why are you whispering? There’s no rule against us being in the supply room. You need hand sanitizer, don’t you?”

Heat rushed over her face. A part of her was glad that was the only reason he pulled her into the room, but another part of her actually thought he was going to extinguish the fire that blazed in her when she ran into him. Correction. That had blazed in her since their tryst in his apartment.

“Yes … I just …” She raked her hair behind her ears. “I just thought you could grab them for me, Dr. Phillips.” She tried to concentrate on the task of breathing, but she wasn’t having any luck.

The side of his mouth etched into a grin. “You have a patient waiting?”

He stepped closer, and she moved back with a gulp, finding herself against a shelf.


He reached his hand out, and she sucked in her breath. She thought he was about to caress her face, but instead his arm passed her and slid something down from the shelf above her. Backing out of her personal space, he handed her a box.

“Do you need more than one? There’re four containers in here.”

She glanced at the box of hand sanitizer in her hands and realized how paranoid she’d been. Apparently he was keeping his promise of not mixing business with pleasure. Deep down, she wanted to forget they’d agreed to it.

“No.” Relief swept over her, and her breathing relaxed. “This should be plenty.”

“Anything else you need while we’re here?”

Was that a trick question?

“I’ll look around,” Raven said, setting the box on a swivel chair, feeling much better and comfortable. She laughed at the thought of them actually making out in the supply room. She didn’t even know why that notion had crossed her mind in the first place. Oh wait, it was because the night in his apartment hadn’t left her mind, or that sensitive spot that made her a woman.

She took a few moments to browse the shelves and rack her brain for any other supplies her three examination rooms were almost out of. They were usually well stocked, thanks to the medical assistants, but she had a habit of overusing sanitizer. She glanced at Armand, who stood by the door, and she grabbed a box of gloves.

“Am I keeping you from something?” she asked, wondering why he was just standing there watching her and not gathering whatever it was he needed.

“Nope.” Armand shrugged nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets. “I have a conference call with the board in an hour, so I’m good. Take your time.”

She glanced around the small room again before her eyes settled back on his handsome face. “I believe I have everything I need. I’ll just leave so you can get whatever it is you want,” she said, turning toward the swivel chair to retrieve the box.

“Then you can’t leave,” he whispered.

Raven stopped in her tracks at his words. Her breathe halted in her throat, and her pulse raced as she waited with baited breath for his next move.

Armand’s hands reached under her coat and pulled her by the waist to his body. Juicy, thick lips hit the back of her neck and she exhaled a moan of relief. The warmth of his mouth on her skin sent tingles racing through her. The box of gloves dropped to her feet, and she clasped her hands in his to hold on, for she feared she’d fall over just from the passionate way his tongue ravished her neck uncontrollably.

“How did you know I wanted you to touch me? Kiss me?” Her breathing became unraveled again.

“You told me,” he answered gruffly. His hands roamed over her breasts while his mouth continued to press kisses all over her bare neck, reaching around to her collarbone.

“I never … said … a word.” She could barely stand up straight; heat ran through her body, lingering between her legs.

“Remind me to have a mirror the next time you’re in my presence. Your face told me everything I needed to know. Oh, yeah, and your breathing was somewhat staggered. Either you wanted me to touch you, or you’re having a heart attack.”

“What if someone comes in?” she whispered as his lips moved to her jawline. She turned her body to imprison his lips, winding her tongue with his in a fast rumba.

“Then we’re caught.”

Normally a statement like that would’ve had Raven pushing him away and sprinting out of the room without her supplies. However, all logic and sensibility had escaped her the moment she met him. For some reason the thought of getting caught turned her on, and she kissed him more intensely, meeting and matching his powerful kisses.

Raven was on a high she couldn’t explain. The wild and crazy kisses were foreign to her, to say the least. While she wasn’t a prudish, buttoned up, kind of a woman, she wasn’t the type to get hot and heavy in the supply closet with the chief of staff who was younger than her. However, he’d unleashed a sexual side that she never knew existed. All of her inhibitions no longer mattered, and she could just be free with her emotions and feelings. She felt empowered, and more feminine than ever.


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Candace’s Biography

Born and raised under the sunny skies and on the whitest beaches in northwest Florida, Candace Shaw knew she wanted to become a writer after she read Little Women in fourth grade. After graduating from the University of West Florida with a degree in Elementary Education, Candace began teaching and put her dream of becoming a writer on hold until one summer vacation she started writing again and hasn’t stopped.

When Candace is not writing or researching information for a book, she’s reading, shopping, learning how to cook a new dish or spending time with her loving husband and their loyal, over-protective weimaraner, Ali. She is currently working on her next fun, flirty, and sexy romance novel. You can contact Candace on her website at, on Facebook at or tweet her at

May 14, 2014 Posted by | Blog Guest | , | 2 Comments

Book Spotlight – Only One for Me by Candace Shaw

It is with great pleasure that I welcome my friend, author Candace Shaw to my blog! Candace is the author of Cooking Up Love, The Game of Seduction, and Simply Amazing. Today she’s sharing an excerpt from her latest release, Only One for Me, book 3 in the Arrington Family Series. Check it out below!

Candace - Book Cover- Only One


Dr. Cannon Arrington’s mission is to help people in need. But when his ex fiancée re enters his life after twelve years, he has a new mission. Never let her get away again.

Yasmine Dubose never stopped loving Cannon. Instead, she learned to live without him, guarding her heart in the process. However, when they are brought together to plan a wedding for their best friends, Yasmine is faced with the challenge of following her heart this time around or risk losing the only man she’s ever loved.


When Yasmine heard her name from the familiar deep voice from the past, she thought she was dreaming, for in her dreams was the only place she experienced it. Her heart thumped against her chest as if it was ready to jump out, and the simple task of breathing was the hardest thing she’d ever done. Cannon Arrington stood less than twenty feet away from her, even more handsome and debonair than she remembered. Feelings she’d buried crept into her heart and mind, overwhelming her. Part of her wanted to run, and another part wanted to curse him out. But her aching heart wanted to fly into his warm embrace and exhale from all of the years she’d spent without him.

Instead, she stayed glued to the chair as her eyes roamed over him. His black trench coat was opened, exposing a blue suit that fit his in-shape six foot one frame as if it were made especially for him. His clean-shaven face was more chiseled and defined. Gone were his boyish grin and innocent features. He was all man now. His captivating presence in the small room reeked of importance and respect.

Yasmine told herself if she ever saw him again, she would be cordial. What happened twelve years ago was in the past, even though he’d hurt her more than she could have ever imagined. She’d managed to avoid seeing him by not coming home to Memphis often. Instead, she would give her mother an excuse as to why she should come to Atlanta or suggest they take a vacation together.

Nonetheless, there he stood, holding her eyes in a trance with his. Her skin was flushed and nausea overtook her as he casually strode over wearing that damn delicious smile as if they saw each other every day. Yasmine mustered up all the strength she had left in her as he suavely approached. She hoped she could keep her voice steady. Hoped he wouldn’t realize she’d never fully gotten over him.

“I asked you a question.” She was surprised her voice didn’t crack, but she wasn’t going to allow him to see her sweat.

“I’m here to meet with the wedding coordinator,” he answered matter-of-factly.

Cannon’s voice was deeper, sexier—sending goose bumps trailing down her arm. His woodsy aroma caught in her nose, reminding her of the times when his scent was intertwined with hers as they made love.

“But why? Doug’s brother is supposed to meet me here. He’s the best man.”

“Change of plans. I’m the best man now.”

Before she could protest, the door opened and the receptionist stuck her head in.

“Ms. Jackson is ready. I’ll show you to the conference room.”

Yasmine grabbed her belongings as frustration deepened in her.

Why on earth is he the best man all of a sudden, and why didn’t Sherika call to tell me?

“After you, Yasmine,” Cannon said, stepping back so she could walk in front of him.

A heat wave washed over her as he said her name in a sexy, seductive tone. She found herself being extra conscious of her appearance as he walked behind her. A winter white sheath dress, which stopped at her knees with a black belt wrapped around her waist, accentuating her curvy hips. Her mother had joked that morning about how sexy she looked and was she trying to score a man. Now, as Cannon cleared his throat a few times along their walk, Yasmine wondered did he think the same as her mother.

Moments later, they were settled across from each other at the conference table, with Ms. Jackson at the head going over the information for the wedding, but Yasmine couldn’t concentrate. Even though she was looking at Ms. Jackson, she could feel Cannon’s eyes on her, causing heat to ignite over her skin.

“So, is that okay with you?” Yasmine heard the coordinator say, but wasn’t sure what it was in reference to.

“What?” Yasmine snapped out of her daze as she glanced back and forth from Cannon to Ms. Jackson.

Cannon, who could apparently listen and stare at her at the same time, chimed in.

“Can you do the cake tasting Friday afternoon?”

“Oh, sure,” Yasmine said, trying to focus her attention on Ms. Jackson, but Cannon’s eyes wouldn’t leave her face. She crossed and uncrossed her legs as warmth shocked her womanly center. “Sherika likes amaretto and vanilla flavors, so I have an idea of what she would like.”

“Perfect.” Ms. Jackson flashed a smile and scratched something off of her to do list. “I forwarded the picture of the cake the bride emailed me to the bakery …”

Yasmine tuned out once again as Cannon’s eyes trailed along her face and neck. She swore she could feel the heat from his breath on her skin, and she reached for the bottle of sparkling water the receptionist brought in earlier. She decided to tune back into the conversation when Ms. Jackson mentioned the music.

“I’ll contact the wedding bands I usually use to see if they’re available for that day. The bride said as long as they can play “Ribbon in the Sky” for their first dance, they’re hired.”

Yasmine’s heart sank at the mention of the song. It was the song he had chosen for their wedding, and she couldn’t stand to listen to it. She glanced at Cannon, who had flinched. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes locked with hers as she tried to hold back the tears. Placing her notepad into her purse, she fished for her keys. She needed to escape now.

“Anything else?” Yasmine’s voice croaked as she cleared her throat and took one more swig of the water. Her mouth had turned to cotton.

Ms. Jackson closed her laptop and scooted her chair back. “Nope, I think we’ve covered everything for now. You two just let me know your progress, and I’ll do the same.”

Moments later, Yasmine high-tailed it out of the office building toward the parking lot with Cannon behind her. When she stepped outside, the cold air greeted her and she realized her coat was draped over her arm, but she didn’t care. She needed to get to the car. She needed to get away from him.

“Yasmine … wait.”

She hit the unlock button on her key remote. “I have to go.” She opened the driver’s door of her Lexus, but Cannon pushed it shut.

“Not until you look at me.” His voice caressed over her like silk as he stood behind her with his hand still on top of the car.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him. Her breathing stifled as she looked up at his handsome face. It took everything she had not to run her hand along his strong jawline up to his hair and twirl a finger around a curl.


“I know this has to be uncomfortable for you, but I just hope we’ll be able to work together to make Sherika and Doug’s special day perfect.”

“I don’t see that as a problem considering there really isn’t a need to see or speak to you again until the wedding weekend.”

“Um … no. I’ll see you this Friday at the cake tasting.”

“Wait? What? Why do you have to be there? I’m just sampling cakes for the bridal cake.”

“But Doug wants a groom’s cake, so I told him I would take care of that. Weren’t you listening to the conversation earlier?” he asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Of course she wasn’t paying attention to the conversation. She was too busy trying to pretend to listen as Cannon stared her down like a tiger ready to pounce on his prey.

“I … must’ve misunderstood.”

“How’s your mother?”

“Fine.” She wanted to keep her answers short. The less he knew about her life the better.

“I was disappointed to learn she has cancer,” he said with sincerity in his voice. “Please give her my best.”

“She’s in remission and doing a lot better.” Yasmine tried to avoid eye contact with him, but it was hard since he overpowered her personal space. Plus, she was pinned against the car and his hand was still on top of it over her shoulder.

“How long will you be in Memphis?”

“Until the beginning of summer.”

“Maybe we can have dinner. Go over the wedding plans and catch up.”

“I can’t,” she said in a strained voice.

His hand slid off of the car, brushing her shoulder and down her bare arm in the process. Yasmine winced at his subtle, warm touch. They stared at each other in silence, and she was scared of what he may do or say, especially when he stepped toward her, closing what little space was between them. His sexy mouth was just inches from hers, and she yearned to kiss him to know what heaven felt like again.

“Well, if you change your mind.” He paused, brushing a curl off her forehead that had fallen out of her headband on her brisk walk to the car. “Call me. My contact information is in the packet the coordinator gave you.”

Stepping back, he turned to open the car door for her. Without acknowledging him, she slid into the car, tossing her coat and purse onto the passenger seat. She reached to close the door, but he shut it for her and stood outside for a second, staring at her through the tinted window before walking away. Tears burned her eyes, but she was too mad to let them roll down her face.

Copyright by Candace Shaw, June 2013

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About the Author

Candace Shaw is the author of fun, flirty, and sexy African-American contemporary romance novels.  She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Georgia Romance Writers. She is also a member of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc.

When Candace is not writing or researching information for a book, she’s reading, window shopping, gardening, listening to music or spending time with her loving husband and their loyal, over-protective weimaraner, Ali.  She is currently working on her next novel.

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June 20, 2013 Posted by | Blog Guest | , | 4 Comments

Breaking News: New Harlequin Kimani Romance Authors

It’s official, in the last few months, Harlequin Kimani Romance has signed on three new authors…guess who! Ahh, you’ll probably never guess, so I’ll tell you. Yours truly, Sharon C. Cooper and my dear friends, Candace Shaw and Delaney Diamond have recently signed with Harlequin! Woo hoo!

We’re all very excited about this new endeavor and are looking forward to working with Harlequin Kimani Romance! Note: make sure you stop by Candace and Delaney’s blogs to congratulate them and to learn more about their exciting news (just click on their name wherever it appears in this post).


How I arrived here:

About a year ago, I did a blog post entitled “My Three-book Deal” where I announced my “self-made” three-book deal, promising to self-publish three books in 2012. Well, imagine my surprised when a few months after publishing my first novel, I was contacted by the senior editor of Harlequin Kimani Romance! Yeah, I know, I was shocked too! Long story short, I now have a two-book deal with Harlequin Kimani Romance and the first book will be released Spring of 2014 and the second book – Fall of 2014.

I won’t go into great detail about how this came to be, but I will tell you this – when I first talked with the editor, I had to ask, “How in the world did you find me?” I’m thinking she probably gets thousands of submissions daily, but nothing from me…so how did she find me? The editor said (her exact words), “I was hanging out on Barnes and Noble’s website and ran across your book Something New.” I’m telling you this part of the story because if you’re an aspiring author, and you haven’t considered self-publishing, you might want to reconsider. Apparently, sending submissions to traditional publishers is not the only way to get discovered.

Okay, so a year ago when I created my “self-made” three-book deal, I never imagined that post would turn into so much more! Not only am I writing for Harlequin, but I will continue to self-publish other titles. So stay tuned as I carry on through this exciting writing journey.

BTW, if you have subscribed to my blog, website or have LIKED my Facebook Fan Page, you’ll get first hand information as well as sneak peeks of all my upcoming novels and book covers.

Last, but not least, to all of you who have supported and have encouraged me during this past year (no matter how big or small) – thank you so much! You have a special spot in my heart and I truly appreciate you!

May 22, 2013 Posted by | Good News | , , , | 33 Comments

The Game of Seduction

It is with great pleasure that I share my blog today with a fellow author, and a very dear friend, Candace Shaw. Candace is here to  introduce her newly released novel, and to share a “hot” excerpt from: The Game of Seduction


Dr. Bria Arrington has had her heart broken by one bad boy playboy and doesn’t want to travel down that road again. However, she finds herself attracted to her best friend, self-proclaimed bachelor, Rasheed Vincent. After a passionate kiss leaves them desiring more, seducing each other is the only cure.

A retired basketball player, Rasheed is a player on and off the court. When a woman gets too close, he bounces to the next one. But the condition he’s in makes him want a permanent dose of Bria’s love, and he’s ready for the shot. She knows falling in love with Rasheed is a prescription for trouble, yet she’s willing to risk it. But can she trust him with her heart?

The Game of Seduction is the second book in the Arrington Family Series.

***Please be advised that this excerpt has adult content not recommended for those under the age of 18 


Bria stood on the front porch all in a frenzy waiting for him to finish speaking with the driver. Rasheed had set her on fire in the limo, and she knew it wasn’t because she hadn’t had sex in a while. It was him, Rasheed Vincent, turning her out like a teenaged, sex-crazed girl who had just lost her virginity and couldn’t get enough of the guy who took it.

She leaned on the front door to steady herself. The limo pulled away, and Rasheed strode up the steps. His eyes were dark and seemed almost possessed as they raked her body with a fierceness that drove tingles through her. He closed the gap between them and in one swoop lifted her up on his hard body. She wrapped her legs around his torso and cupped her hands around his bald head.

“I can’t wait to get inside,” he whispered before claiming her lips with a wild kiss. Her emotions of lust were running high, making her temperature rise. She was about to break out into a sweat even though it was thirty degrees outside.

“You mean the house or me?”


“Where are the keys?”

“The house key is in my pants’ pocket, and the key for you is in my silk boxers.”

She chuckled. “Okay, well, we have to get into the house first.”

“Reach into my left pocket.”

She moved her hand down to his pocket, but instead of finding his keys she stumbled upon a very hard erection. It was long and hard as brick. It hardened even more in response to her touch. He was right. The condom she bought at the club was a regular-sized one and wouldn’t even fit on what she was feeling.

“Wrong key, Bree,” he teased.

“Oh yeah.” She rummaged around until she felt his key ring, pulled it out, and handed it to him.

“Are you going to put me down first?”

“I’ll put you down when I get you to the bed.” He kissed her softly, letting his lips linger on hers. “Besides, I can bench press twice your weight. Hold on tight.”

He opened the door, turned off the alarm and closed the door back while she still held onto him. She shivered with anticipation as he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. His eyes never left her face. They held an expression she hadn’t seen ever before from him, and it shook her to the core. Intense. Sexual. Animalistic. She almost feared him but not in the true sense of the word. She was scared that once she slept with Rasheed, she would fall for him more than she already had.


He laid her down onto the soft comforter and stretched his long body next to hers. With his head over hers, he stared deeply into her eyes as he tenderly caressed her cheek with his hand. Every fiber in her body was awake as he ran his hand down the length of her body, each touch sending excitement through her veins. She shuddered as he dragged his lips across her cheek and gently kissed the side of her mouth. She was in awe over his tender handling of her, and she turned her mouth to his, tasting the sweet essence of his lips that stroked hers with an intensity she’d never experienced before. Her hands rested on either side of his bald head as he continued ravishing her lips with his as soft moans—which she had no control over—escaped her mouth. He moved on top of her pulling her legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

She closed her eyes so she could better feel his touch on her lips. His kiss deepened as his mouth tasted and pulled on her lips making them swollen. He was kissing her as if she was all his, as if he was taking possession over her which turned her on even more. The moistness between her legs became even slicker as she felt his erection rub against her panties. She met his kisses with more vigor and hunger. The power he had over her was causing her to lose her mind and heart to him with each caress of his lips.

“I wanted you so bad, Bree,” he said in an intoxicating tone. “I promise to show you just how much.”

The passion which erupted in her veins charged through at the intensity of his words. She grasped his shoulders tight to hold onto the roller coaster ride he had her on. When he pulled away from her, she let out a wounded cry.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m nowhere near done. Just taking off this damn tuxedo jacket.” He tossed it to the floor, ripped off his bow tie and sent it flying somewhere across the bedroom.

She sat up and met him, both standing on their knees in the bed. He tossed the pillow shams aside and pulled the comforter to expose the sheets. His lips sought hers once more, claiming power over them and her heart, which was racing with raw pleasure.

“What are you doing to me, Bree?” he asked in an aroused tone as he planted kisses on her neck. “I’ve wanted to taste your beautiful, succulent lips again since the day of the wedding. I can’t sleep without thinking about kissing you and hearing your soft moans as I make love to you.”

Copyrighted by Candace Shaw, August 2012

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