Hey family, the fifth book in my, Heart of a Valentine series is almost ready for your reading pleasure. This story centers around Raphael Valentine, and Bri St. James. If you’ve been following along with the series then you’ve seen the sparks fly around their brewing romance. This book, With Your Permission, follows the two of them as they explore love while fighting influences that attempt to keep them apart.
This story was an emotional rollercoaster for me. I felt Raphael so deeply that I literally was him. Crazy! Same thing with Bri St. James, wooo child, Lol.
In preparation for this romance, I’ve created a playlist. If you don’t have a Spotify account, grab a free one and groove along with me. This is also perfect for a nightcap with your hubby, or significant other. You can find the playlist here
If you care for a sneak peek, check out this preview.
The next morning, the smell of frying bacon pulled Raphael to a sitting position in bed. Next to him, there was no sign of Bri, so he surmised she was in the kitchen cooking. He tossed his legs over the side and made his way to the bathroom to freshen up.
When Raphael entered the kitchen, Bri stood before the stove with his shirt covering her body and an apron tied around her waist. A spatula was in her hand, and as his gaze traveled down the back of her thighs a storm of heat flooded his veins. Raphael took that moment to enjoy the little dance she did as she flipped the pancakes in the skillet. He imagined her there every morning, with a glow on her face from the love they made and the extra pep in her step; animated.
“Good morning,” his dark voice drummed.
Bri twirled around, an instant smile highlighting her face.
“Good morning.” She looked him up and down boldly, over broad shoulders and deep chocolate skin. His stroll was the swagger of a man confident in his approach and plastered to his hard thighs was a pair of boxer briefs.
His chest was bare, and a powerful sheet of muscle ran down his torso blending into the cut formation of his Adonis belt. Bri’s body flamed instantly, but a secondary crawl of electric currents crept up her spine as she eyed his footsteps, creating a predatory path to tower over her.
“What’s going on in here?”
He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her in.
“I’m…” A shiver eased down Bri’s core. “…cooking breakfast.”
He planted his hands against her waist, and his fingers danced to the tie in the back of her apron that rested on the hill of her derriere.
“Hmmm, I should’ve told you there’s a rule I must live by, and I can’t have you breaking my rules.”
Her brow lifted. “What’s the rule?” she asked, hypnotized by the intensity of his gaze.
Raphael untied the knot. And the apron drifted from her waist to rest around his carved cut abdomen.
“I serve you.”