Raised as a debutante, ladylike, and reserved, London Jones has stepped into unknown territory. From the moment her life collided with a man who should’ve been off-limits, a bachelor with a hot reputation—staying out of his way was the sensible thing to do. However, she finds herself caught in a tangled web of passionate fervor whenever he comes near. So much so that her ability to place a barrier between them becomes a futile battle. The heart wants what it wants, and London’s heart yearns for him.
She was the impetus of his desire. The only one who captured his eye for more than a moment and beckoned his soul to blend in beautiful bliss with hers. For software engineer Kyle Valentine, his attempt to hold back the hedonism that struck whenever they were together threatened to be his undoing. His heart yearned to connect with London’s soul, and soon he finds himself questioning if he’s worthy of her love. But now that he’s gotten next to London, determination becomes the motto for his pursuit and his ultimate will to hold on to her, forever.
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“About what I said before.”
Claudia shook her head. “Don’t even apologize. I mean, you did come all the way to Brazil because of an invitation. So why wouldn’t you want to spend a night with him?”
London sighed. “So, I’m not crazy then?”
“I’ll tell you what you are. Human. And, if the Valentines are the type of men I’ve seen from the outside in, you should be okay with him.”
“I can’t be sure, but I’m hopeful.”
“Okay. Really, I only want one night with him.”
Claudia dropped her chin. “I can’t believe you just let that bald-faced lie slip out of your mouth.”
London gawked. “What?”
Claudia left her side and returned with two champagne-filled flutes.
“We’ve already established that you like him because of the mileage between here and home, right?”
“So, there’s no need for you to turn around and say you only want one night with him.”
“Okay, but he may not be the several-nights type of guy.”
“You’re right. But say, for a second, birds of a feather really do flock together, then he is a several-nights type of guy, sis.”
“I don’t need this kind of inspiration.”
Claudia laughed and sipped, her eyes scanning the room to see Kyle’s dark attention pointing their way.
“Girl, that man wants you like, like…” Claudia thought of her husband, Jaden, and her body responded with flurrying tingles. “Nah, he couldn’t want you like that.” She chuckled.
London’s eyes squinted. “Anything is possible,” she whispered as if knowing what Claudia alluded to.
“You’re right. So, follow your instincts, girl.”
“You never answered my question.”
“Would you call me a slut if I said I want to fuck him tonight?”
London held her smirk as she stared Claudia down.
“No. This is your ballgame. Play it how you wish.”
London’s smile filled her face. “Honestly, him being the man of my dreams is a wish too cliché to believe in.” London’s mouth dropped, and her lips puckered. “I’m sorry if that let you down.”
“Girl. You’re right to have reservations.”
“I do…want to get to know his heart a bit more. But tonight, I just want to…”
“I know,” Claudia said. “Fuck.”
London laughed, and so did Claudia, sipping their champagne and sighing simultaneously.
“Do you think he’ll think I’m fast?”
“That’s always a possibility. But somehow, I doubt it.”
“You’re full of yes-and-no tonight.”
They laughed again, and Claudia emptied her glass.
“Honey, I’m going to call it a night. It was fun, and we have a flight out tomorrow morning. Should I look for you to be in the limo on time?”
“No.” She said it with such conviction.
A smile lingered around Claudia’s lips.
“Okay. I’ll see you in a few days?”
“Yes.” They pulled one another in for a hug. “Thank you for coming all this way with me.”
“Oh, what? A short vacation across the globe, please. I’d do it if it weren’t you.”
They fell into laughter.
“You better be!”
“Do you need me to walk you to your room? It’s the least I could do, right?”
“Girl, no. Jaden has a GPS on this ass; he’ll know where I’m at, at all times.”
Laughter rocked London’s soul, and she waved at Claudia and watched her sashay away.
Filled with amusement, London strolled to the drink table, retrieving another flute. When her eyes landed on Kyle, it was at the same moment that his gaze left his current conversation and traveled to her.
His wink settled in her soul, and biting her lip, she turned and left the room treading back to the beach beyond the ceremony.
Warm grains of sand sank between her toes as she strolled, face to the wind that blew her straight black mane from her shoulders. Pausing, London considered the moon, bright and full behind the dark firmament.
A peaceful ambiance fell over her, and as she took it all in, eyes closed, there was nowhere else she wanted to be.
“You should try falling asleep under the sky. The calm is like no other.”
London bit down on her lip, a heat moving through her system like ignition.
“I was just wondering about that,” she said, twirling on her bare sandy feet to face him.
“And here I thought you were going to say, I know.”
Her smile deepened, but she kept her lips closed.
“Hmmm. What makes you think I would know?”
He took a step forward, close enough that their shadows merged.
“Because you seem like the type of woman to travel the globe, experiencing everything new that is good.”
“Is that right?”
His smile energized her heart. “It is.”
“Well, you would be surprised to know that Brazil is my first overseas adventure.”
His dark gaze widened, then squinted. “What a surprise. I’ve popped your international cherry,” he teased.
Laughter sprinted from her lips, but it wasn’t just because of his joke, but more so because she was interested in him popping her official cherry.
A flowing river of warmth sailed down Kyle’s body. He’d never kindled so much from a woman’s mere laugh, and her enjoyment lit up her face in the moonlight, turning her into a midnight goddess.
Accessing her from head to toe while she reined in her merriment, Kyle bit his bottom lip, taking careful consideration of the curves in her hips and design of her pretty crafted feet.
Seeing the dark red polish peek from her sandy toenails filled him with hunger. He was a foot man, after all. When he realized he had this fetish, Kyle thought it was a bit unusual. Why would feet, of all things, turn him on with such magnification? But it soon became a beautiful revelation of art he considered given to him by the Creator. The delicacy, intricacy, and originality of a woman’s foot were art defined.
He decided God was showing off by presenting to Kyle what a master Creator He was.
Down, boy, he inwardly warned as his libido began to rise.
“That was pretty funny, Mr. Valentine.”
Kyle’s lips spread into a daring smile. “Mr. Valentine is my father.” He winked, teasing her.
“What shall I call you then, sir?”
He took in an elongated breath. “Be warned, while sir is fine with me, it may get you in trouble, borboleta.”
“I see.” London nodded. “What if I want to get in trouble?” She traced the rim of her top lip with her tongue as her eyes settled on his mouth.
Kyle tilted his head, a smirk lifting the corner of his lip.
“I would say you’re a very dangerous woman.”
She laughed. “Not usually, but tonight, I am feeling oddly precarious.”
Pulling her hands behind her back, London unzipped her dress and peeled the fabric over her skin, revealing bare shoulders and dark honey brown flesh. Before he could stop her, not that he rushed to try, London removed the garment, allowing it to fall to her ankles.
A strapless bikini top and thin bikini bottoms were plastered against her skin. The nude color teased Kyle’s senses, and his nostrils flared, his gaze piercingly thorough as he scanned her body.
He’d been right. She was the butterfly he’d imagined she would be once she shed from her cocoon.
“Careful. While I commend myself for having self-restraint in most areas of my life, this, with you, is not one of them.”
His jaw locked, and London backpedaled, sultry eyes drawing his footsteps forward as she moved.
“There’s no restraint needed tonight, sir. I think we could both stand to get a little…wet.”
A splash of water from the rushing shoreline pushed against their legs. Splitting the button-down shirt he wore with a single heavy-handed jerk, Kyle tossed the garment aside and, just as quickly, removed the pants that were now wet up to his calves.
Desire spilled from their eyes as they held on to each other’s gaze in the torch of moonlight. As another wave coasted forward, they were drenched—Kyle up to his waist, London up to her belly.
Reaching for her, Kyle drew London into his arms, her wet body sliding up the hardness of his regime. Her arms slipped around his neck as their lips crashed together, pulses knocking along with their hearts, his dick, her plum.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned.
Kyle had been more than a drug for London. The type of intoxication she felt under his spell was DUI-certifiable. Still, she thirsted for him to the point of not giving a damn about anything in that moment. Her hips ground, rotating against his hardness, and she shook with desire so splintering, her lungs aspirated from the deep breaths of shared oxygen she took in from his mouth.
“Sir…” she purred, eyes locked on his spearing gaze, “take me as I am.”
As the matriarch in one of Chicago’s elite families, Bridgette Valentine has the weight of the world on her shoulders. Coordinating soirees for every season, along with pulling her weight as the co-owner of Valentine Media Group, Bridgette is left little time to indulge in the one person who rocks her world, Leslie Valentine.
As a domineering force to be reckoned with and head honcho of their dynasty, Leslie is the epitome of Bridgette’s wildest dreams. He’s not clueless to the way she’s withdrawn from him, and instead of forcing her attention, Leslie sets out to eliminate anything that threatens to come between them, determined to reclaim her soul and nourish her heart once again.
Contains mature themes.
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Small-business owner and financial advisor Samiyah Manhattan is mourning the death of her six-year marriage when she vows never to trust men again. Alone at a local bar, Samiyah attempts to put her situation in perspective when she is drawn inexorably to the presence of a nearby patron.
Celebrity ex-boxer and heavyweight champion turned business mogul Jonas Alexander Rose never takes women too seriously. They only attach themselves to him because of his star-studded status. However, when he meets the beautiful Samiyah Manhattan mulling over a mimosa at his favorite bar and grill, Jonas is overwhelmed by the heart-throbbing, heated attraction, and now he is on a mission to explore this thing called love. But can Jonas break the barrier that Samiyah’s put up, and is he even ready?
Find out if Jonas and Samiyah are a match made in heaven or if they will miss out on their happily ever after in Safe with Me.
Contains mature themes.
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Great news! There are two new additions to the my Lunch Break series.
For those of you who may be unfamiliar, The Lunch Break Series is not a continuation of the same story in parts. It is a series of standalone novellas that you can enjoy on your lunch break hour. These stories are written purely for your quick gratification.
The latest story, A Moment of Forever, was released yesterday. Keep reading to learn more about this and Cabin Fever.
Kickstart Dance Studio owner Tatiana Anderson is excited about her squad’s upcoming competition at the Afro Caribbean Carnivale. Practicing day and night has her team in tip-top shape, and she’s confident they will take home the win. That is, until she discovers the rival dance studio across the street is who they’ll be facing off against.
And not only will they compete for the victory, but getting to know the leader, Messiah West, has Tatiana wondering if they’re battling for something a little more. Determined to ward off any sentiments of desire, Tatiana’s guard remains elevated. But Messiah’s perseverance is just as strong in his ambition to break down her walls.
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He was sure she hadn’t heard the bell chime when he walked through her studio doors. It was most likely because of the upbeat Caribbean music that vibrated through surround sound speakers.
Standing at the entrance, off to the side that kept him hidden from the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, Messiah West watched Tatiana Anderson as her hips rotated, round and round, back dipping as her hands swayed with her motion. He instinctively began to move as his torso mimicked a few of her gyrating drifts while his gaze remained glued to her steps.
Messiah hadn’t meant to spy on Tatiana. His reasoning for being there was innocent, or so he told himself. In actuality, Messiah was looking for an excuse to present himself a bit more appropriately—because their initial meeting didn’t go as well as it was planned in his head.
A year ago, Messiah had been forced to break a lease on a studio with a landlord who he found was unceremoniously using the business for money laundering. And by unceremoniously, the feds had shown up at Messiah’s dance hall, questioning Messiah about his dealing with his now-ex-landlord.
The problems stemming from that situation had been odious, but the first thing on Messiah’s to-do list was to get as far away from his scamming landlord as fast as possible.
His only problem with that was trying to find a place suitable for his needs, and that wasn’t easy. As an A-list celebrity choreographer, Messiah needed not only a large floor plan, but his new location would require a friendly, yet secure neighborhood where his clients would have the pleasure to come and go without being bombarded by fans or paparazzi.
It had taken him six dreadful months when a friend of a friend introduced him to a building manager who was looking to sell his state-of-the-art dance facility. One look at the place and Messiah was sold.
But then another problem reared its ugly—or not-so-ugly—head. That problem came in the name of Tatiana Anderson. When Messiah first laid eyes on her beauty, unpleasantry was far from his mind. That was until he crossed the street to speak.
He would never forget that day.
The Chicago wind had been a soft flurry of ruffling as Messiah crossed the road. Tatiana watched him stroll forward, and Messiah wondered what the thought process was behind the way her eyes roamed from his dark brown eyes, past his bearded mouth and thick neck, to the stretch of his T-shirt over the hills of his shoulders to his washboard abdomen.
A grin arched at the corners of his mouth. Just as he jumped the curb and held out a hand, her pleasant semi-oval face, full lips, ebony nose, and cat-like eyes turned into a steely scowl. She folded her arms and leaned into a curvaceous hip that had been covered in skinny denim jeans.
Messiah’s grin dropped just a little, and with his greeting unaccepted, his hand lingered in the air.
Her eyes roamed over him again, then flipped over his shoulder to his building name that was strewn across the top of the door across the street.
“Move Your Body?” she questioned.
Messiah dropped his hand and took a glance over his shoulder before bringing his gaze back to her pecan skin and sharp cinnamon glare.
“Yes. I’m your new neighbor. I wanted to introduce myself since my dance studio is right across the way from yours.”
“That much I can see. But what kind of name is Move Your Body, anyway?”
Messiah’s hesitation was fleeting. “I thought it was fitting, considering my line of work.”
“Ah, yes, cute.”
She dropped her arms and reached for the entry to her door, dismissing him without so much as another word.
“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong here?” he asked.
Tatiana turned back around, studying him for a moment before she responded.
“Oh, I don’t know. I find it interesting that you found the only other dance studio in this area and moved yourself right across from it. But hey, it’s your choice, right?”
That’s when it hit Messiah, and a smile grew back across his face.
“Oh come on, there’s nothing wrong with a little healthy competition,” he teased.
Tatiana swung the door open and entered her studio, the door slowly closing on a gust of hesitant wind.
“I was just kidding,” he said after her back, knowing she couldn’t hear him any longer.
The door shut that day on his promise to establish a better connection with Tatiana when the opportunity presented itself. But that day seemed to come and go as Tatiana made sure to get in or out without running into him. At least it felt that way to Messiah. But after noticing her leave the building alone for the last few nights, he thought it best to close early in the hopes that she would spare him the chance to assert himself again.
Watching Tatiana now Messiah knew was a dangerous thing. The last scenario he wanted was for her to believe he was a Peeping Tom. But unfortunately, he couldn’t take his gaze off of her routine, or the sway in her hips, and the passion with which she danced.
When the song faded on her final sway and dip, Messiah brought his hands together in applause, causing Tatiana to gasp and spin around so fast she almost became dizzy.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Messiah said, noticing how she covered her heart, eyes wide.
“You didn’t think sneaking up on a girl would startle her?”
“I didn’t sneak up, I—”
“Can I help you with something, Move Your Body?”
Messiah cracked a grin. She was determined to tease him about his studio name.
“Messiah.” He approached her slowly. “West.” He offered her a hand, and her eyes dropped to his open palm, consideration of accepting his greeting roaming through her eyes.
“That’s a nice name. What, you come here to save me, Messiah?” She cracked a smile at her joke, and Messiah’s gaze dimmed. His stare moved through Tatiana in a way she wished it wouldn’t.
“That depends,” his deep baritone murmured. “Do you need rescuing, Tatiana?”
A tinge of incandescent heat sprinted through Tatiana, but she kept her feet planted, determined not to let the desire that moved through her be made known. Her eyes traveled over his fresh low haircut, groomed facial hair, brown piercing soulful eyes, thick nose, and spreading full lips.
“How do you know my name?”
Messiah held on to a sexy smirk.
“Unfortunately, I had to research you since you refused to speak to me. I, unlike you, find pleasure in being well-informed on who my neighbors are. Can’t be moving across the way from a serial killer, you know.”
Tatiana pursed her lips, and her lids lowered to that glare he’d witnessed the first day they met.
“Thank you, by the way,” Messiah said quickly, wanting to stay on her good side before she had a mind to kick him out.
Her glare loosened, and her brows arched. “For what?”
“The compliment. You said I had a nice name. Tatiana is a beautiful name as well.”
He watched her breath quicken as she inhaled, indignantly attempting to hide her undeniable attraction to him. A gleam sailed through her cinnamon-brown eyes, and she turned her head, taking a look at her space as if she hadn’t seen it before—avoiding his eye contact.
“Your moves are professional. Are you the teacher here?”
The drum of his voice pulled her attention back to him.
“I am. I teach Monday through Friday.”
“So do I. Are your classes open to the public?”
“On Wednesdays. Any other day, you’ll need an appointment. Why, are you in need of a course?”
The rumbling undertone of his laugh made her belly flop.
“What’s so funny?”
His laugh faded into a singular grin. “I think I have it covered.”
“Is that so?”
He lifted a hand and rubbed his chin, making her eyes travel to his goatee.
“I think so.”
“Yeah, but there’s always room for improvement.” Her lashes fluttered. “You don’t think?” She stepped to him, getting into his personal space. “Oh, wait. You’re Messiah ‘Mr. Perfect’ West, Teacher of Hollywood and the like.” She nodded in her tease. “I get it now. You couldn’t possibly learn anything new.”
Messiah inhaled her fragrance. The smell of lavender and rose was brimming from her, even in her sweaty state at the end of her day. A hot balm of heat coursed through his veins, and he became entirely aware of her femininity.
The curve in her feline eyes, the vibrancy of cinnamon that glistened from her irises, the bridge of her ebony nose, the perfect circumference of her face…her upturned lashes fluttered right along with his heartbeat, and God help him if he wasn’t in trouble. His gaze ventured down her mocha neck; full, perky breasts; a flat yet wholesome waist that sprouted into full, rotund hips.
“You know what. On second thought, I could use a class or two,” his deep voice murmured.
Tatiana’s brows rose, and she smirked. “Let me check my schedule, and I’ll get back to you.”
“But…” He tugged his bottom lip with a nibble as he eyed the fullness of her mouth. “Today’s Wednesday, so…can’t you take me now?”
They stared at each other hotly, and Tatiana found herself stuck in a dilemma that she herself had created.