Teaser Tuesday – Everlasting Desire

Hey reading family! Today I bring you an un-edited teaser of Everlasting Desire for your reading pleasure. As you may be aware, Everlasting Desire is a part of a three book series and the other books, Heart’s Desire, and Soul’s Desire, is written by best selling, award winning author’s Delaney Diamond and Sharon C. Cooper.

Our books are currently available for pre-order, and here’s a sneak peek into my contribution to the series. Enjoy! ๐Ÿ’‹

The rise of a new day

Warm arms, strong and muscular wrapped Jada in a shell. Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned, slowly facing a rugged goatee. Her eyes ran up his lips, so succulent and tempting, over a strong nose, into dark brown eyesโ€”a glimmer of hazel sparkling in the depth of his gaze.

โ€œYouโ€™re… awake,โ€ she announced.

His arms pulled her tight.

โ€œI am,โ€ he responded, his unblinking stare, piercing.

โ€œI know that look and before you ask, can I brush my teeth first?โ€

If she admitted to herself that being this close to him was causing absolute wreckage on her spirit, maybe he would grant her request a little faster.


He eyed her a second longer, considered denying her request because this was typical Jada. She wanted to hide from him, and there was so much that needed to be said.

โ€œWe need to talk.โ€

โ€œI know, and we will,โ€ she moved to slip out of his arms, and he released her, with frustration in a sigh that dispersed on his lips.

Running into the sanctuary of his master bathroom, Jada shut the door without bothering to lock it, knowing Solomon wouldnโ€™t interrupt whatever quiet moment was needed. He was so considering. Always on the lookout for others and making sure at every moment that Jada was good or possessed what she needed.

Not only that, but their friendship, from the moment they met in grade school, grew, as their fondness for one another developed. Their similarities became more apparent, and they exercised those commonalities daily. Like adding martial arts to their regular exercise regimen or watching dark rom-com movies like A Thin Line Between Love and Hate. It was their all-time favorite. Theyโ€™d hit the streets for any political front-runner they believed in and even had the pleasure of being partners on daytime game shows like Family Feud.

But most importantly, Jada and Solomon had been able to do with one another, something that theyโ€™d yet to accomplish with anyone else. They recognized each otherโ€™s differences and understood that those distinctions played a vital role in their individual character. Whether it was Jadaโ€™s need to unplug every appliance or electronic in the house because she swore the energy used from them while they were off was money that could be saved, to Solomon walking out of the room and leaving the lightโ€™s on because he would return shortly or that it slipped his mind.

Regardless of which, instead of demanding the other get with the program, they individually worked on their own accord to bring ease to the otherโ€™s anxiety by being mindful of those instances.

 It was everything she needed in a mate. He was everything she needed.

That thought made Jada shake her head and push off the door and make her way over cold Italian marble tile to the glass shower door. She reached for the nozzle and checked the temperature of the water as her thoughts rewound to yesterday, then last night.


Jada had the hard evidence to prove that heโ€™d been cheating on her. As she added the camera to the stuffed animal heโ€™d purchased for her birthday the day before, second thoughts had riddled Jadaโ€™s mind. But she needed to know. More importantly, she was desperate to find out if her assumptions were just that.

But they hadnโ€™t been. And the raw, ugly truth made Jada lift her hand to her chest and massage a thumb between her breasts as if to console the pain that rested there.

It was time to leave him once and for all. But that wasnโ€™t the biggest issue of yesterday.

She kissed her best friend and remembered it as if she was sober and full of sound mind when sheโ€™d lifted into his mouth.

Excuses taunted her.

You were drunk. You needed consoling. You wanted to feel loved again.

And even after all of those half-truths floated around her mind, Jada shed her clothes and stepped into the downpour of crushing water, knowing, it was something else altogether.

โ€œWhat is happening?โ€ She murmured, exhaling while entertaining risky possibilities.

Release Date: 9.5.19


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Heart’s Desire ๐Ÿ’‹

Co-workers Nathan Crenshaw and Janice Livingston once had a passionate relationship that went up in flames and created a strained environment at their place of employment. Since then Janice has tried to move on. Unfortunately, they have to work together, and unfortunately, sheโ€™s still very attracted to Nathan.

Nathan canโ€™t forget his connection with Janiceโ€”a connection he hasnโ€™t experienced with any other woman. After an earth-shattering kiss rekindles their flame, will these two finally get it rightโ€”or will an outside force get in the way?

Soul’s Desire ๐Ÿ’‹

Some past loves can stand the test of timeโ€ฆ

Ballet dancer Soul Carrington has lived her dream of traveling the world. But the past year has been one life hurdle after another until she moves back to Atlanta. Now life is looking up, especially when she comes face to face with a past love. A man who makes her heart dance pirouettes and her body pulse with desire.

Not a day has gone by that police officer Micah Olsen hasnโ€™t longed for his first love. However, their encounter in Atlanta is not accidental. Yet, against his better judgment, he has to let her believe it is, which isnโ€™t easy. All of the emotions he once felt for her return with a vengeance. Their attraction is more powerful than ever, and when hot kisses turn into heated nights, Micah knows he has to come clean. But will it be too late?

Unparalleled Love Series

๐‡๐ž๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ! ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ฃ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž.

๐Ž๐จ๐ก ๐ฅ๐š ๐ฅ๐š… ๐Ÿ’‹

๐ˆ’๐ฏ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐”๐’๐€ ๐“๐จ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญs๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐€๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฒ ๐ƒ๐ข๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐€๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐–๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญs๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐€๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ ๐’๐ก๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ง ๐‚. ๐‚๐จ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐š ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž, ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ž, ๐ซ๐ž๐๐ž๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž. ๐‚๐š๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ’๐ฌ ๐ก๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ž๐ž๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ, ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ๐ž.

๐Œ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐‰๐š๐๐š ๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง

๐‘ผ๐’‘ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ฐ๐’๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’“ ๐‘ซ๐’†๐’”๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’“

๐‘จ๐’•๐’๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’‚ ๐‘ฎ๐’†๐’๐’“๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’‚ ๐‘ต๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’—๐’†

๐‘บ๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’๐’†๐’ˆ๐’† ๐‘จ๐’๐’–๐’Ž๐’๐’‚


5’6 150 ๐‘ท๐’๐’–๐’๐’…๐’”


๐‘ฉ๐’“๐’๐’Œ๐’†๐’ ๐‘ฏ๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•๐’†๐’…

๐‘ท๐’“๐’๐’‡๐’†๐’”๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’‡๐’Š๐’…๐’†๐’๐’•

๐‘ณ๐’๐’—๐’† ๐‘ฐ๐’๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’•, ๐‘บ๐’๐’๐’๐’Ž๐’๐’ ๐‘ด๐’„๐‘ฉ๐’“๐’Š๐’…๐’†

๐Œ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง ๐Œ๐œ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž

๐‘จ๐’˜๐’‚๐’“๐’…-๐‘พ๐’Š๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’†๐’‡

๐‘ช๐’๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ ๐‘จ๐’•๐’๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’‚ ๐‘ผ๐’๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’”๐’Š๐’•๐’š ๐‘จ๐’๐’–๐’Ž๐’๐’Š

๐‘จ๐’•๐’๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’‚ ๐‘ฎ๐’†๐’๐’“๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’‚ ๐‘ต๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’—๐’†




6’3 260 ๐‘ท๐’๐’–๐’๐’…๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’†๐’”๐’•๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’๐’๐’†

๐‘ฏ๐’‚๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’๐’‡๐’• ๐’”๐’‘๐’๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’”๐’• ๐’‡๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’๐’….

๐‘ณ๐’๐’—๐’† ๐‘ฐ๐’๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’•, ๐‘ฑ๐’‚๐’…๐’‚ ๐‘พ๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’๐’

๐‘จ ๐’…๐’†๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’†๐’… ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’

๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ’๐ฏ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฒ ๐’๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐š ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‰๐š๐๐š ๐š๐ง๐ ๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ž๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ง’๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ง๐จ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ’๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ. ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ’๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐‰๐š๐๐š ๐š๐ง๐ ๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง’๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ๐ž. ๐Ÿ’‹

๐…๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐ฌ๐จ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ๐ž.

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Award-winning and bestselling author, Sharon C. Cooper, is a romance-a-holic – loving anything that involves romance with a happily-ever-after, whether in books, movies, or real life. Sharon writes contemporary romance, as well as romantic suspense and enjoys rainy days, carpet picnics, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She’s been nominated for numerous awards and is the recipient of an Emma Award for Romantic Suspense of the Year 2015 (All You’ll Ever Need), BRAB- Breakout Author of the Year 2014, and BRAB – Book Wifey of the Year 2018 (Vindicated). When Sharon is not writing or working, she’s hanging out with her amazing husband, doing volunteer work or reading a good book (a romance of course). To read more about Sharon and her novels, visit,


Delaney Diamond is the USA Today Bestselling Author of sweet, sensual, passionate romance novels, born and raised in the U.S. Virgin Islands. She reads romance novels, mysteries, thrillers, and a fair amount of nonfiction. When she’s not busy reading or writing, she’s in the kitchen trying out new recipes, dining at one of her favorite restaurants, or traveling to an interesting locale. To get sneak peeks, notices of sale prices, and find out about new releases, visit her website and join her mailing list. Enjoy free reads and the first chapter of all her novels at,


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Her Naughty Suitor

โ€œTell me what you want from me, and Iโ€™ll give it to you.โ€

Love. Sex. A lifetime together. But she said, โ€œI want everything you have to offer.โ€ It was the closest sheโ€™d gotten to admitting her truth, and if the dimness of Derekโ€™s gaze and the unsteady way his heart rate sped were an indication of his excitement, Eden was eager to explore what they could become, too.

Derek reclaimed the soft contour of her lips, moans bouncing between them as his dick grew between her legs.

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A Pool Fรชte

Ten minutes. Thatโ€™s all the time it had taken to enter the pool area. With the sun no longer a beacon of light in the sky, the nightlife of Bali in full swing, Eden sauntered across the brick cemented ground, past a line of firepits that were stationed along the out skirted pathway of the swimming pool. Heat from the flames warmed the atmosphere, carrying soft winds in a mingling current against the palm trees.

Guests lounged, some in small circles, some holding discreet conversations, while others laughed out loud and made a show of their spirited dialogue.

Eden felt the rouse of her nerves settle against her skin before she saw him. But it didnโ€™t take longer than a mere blink and turn of her head to connect with Derekโ€™s golden brown gaze. He was crowded with three men and four women that laughed and swatted playfully as his group reveled in their entertaining banter.

ย ย With his attention on her, Derekโ€™s lips moved at the group, and with one proceeding step, his stroll carried the strength of his muscular physique on a path in Edenโ€™s direction.

She inhaled a soft breath, carrying her eyes over the snug fit of his unbuttoned white oxford shirt. Broad shoulders stretched the material with each influential move toward her, and the pectoral build of his torso teased Edenโ€™s eyes as they traveled down his navel, aware of the bulge in his shorts as her gaze settled on the beach sandals on his feet.

Edenโ€™s nerves were even more galvanized now, and it was then that she realized the type of trouble that truly lied ahead.

โ€œI missed you,โ€ Derek said, slipping an arm around her waist as he drew her into the shield of his embrace.

A wide-spread smile transformed her mouth, lifting the sparkle in her eye as she moved her hands up his chest and around his neck.

โ€œIs that so?โ€

โ€œDamn right it is.โ€

A heavy chuckle eased off her lips.

โ€œI missed you as well.โ€

โ€œDid you?โ€

Eden nodded, her cheeks stretched with heat. โ€œI did.โ€

โ€œThen what took you so long to get to me, woman?โ€

Eden tilted her head to the side. โ€œI couldnโ€™t figure out which swimsuit to wear.โ€

Derek sucked off his teeth, his gaze roaming over the silk wrap she wore.

โ€œAnd what did you decide?โ€

Eden took a step out of his arms, then another as she unfolded the tie that held the garment closed. When it opened, she blocked the second thoughts that flooded her mind, removing the wrap from her shoulders. It fell to the ground into a pool at her feet, but Derekโ€™s dark gaze never made it thereโ€”frozen as he took in every inch of her striking curvaceous form.

Covered in a swarm of heat, his pulse hitching, and heart slamming, Derek murmured a vile oath, his life suddenly endangered under the rickety knock tumbling in his chest.

It had taken massive effort for Eden to stand poised as he watched her, but she was breaking under his silence, her nerves getting the better of her. She glanced at the pool, suddenly interested in hiding beneath the warmth of its aqua blue shelter. And without warning, she slipped off her heels, took the three steps to the edge, and dived right in, calmed by the exhilarating rush of its wave.

On her heels, Derek stripped the shirt off his back, his arms outstretched as he took on the same plunge as she. Eden swam with the grace of a mermaid, and when she rose from the surface at the back of the pool, she was covered in shadow.

Her eyes fluttered open, water running down her face as she was suddenly engulfed in rock hard arms and a heated sheet of muscle that was Derekโ€™s chest.

A growl trekked from his mouth. โ€œWhat exactly are you trying to do to me in this sexy ass swimsuit?โ€

Her ears tingled, the coolness of his breath thrilling as it flowed down her wet neck.

โ€œI was hoping,โ€ she said, her backside rubbing into his crotch, โ€œthat maybe, youโ€™d like it.โ€ Her hips wined, unearthing a sweltering fire that attacked their loins.

Derek spun Eden in his arms, his mouth dropping to her nose.

โ€œMona Lisaโ€ฆโ€ He gritted his teeth, the lock of his jaw containing his sudden urge to swallow her mouth and fuck Eden with unstrained vigor against the wall of the pool.

โ€œWhat? Donโ€™t you like it?โ€

His gaze drove over the architecture of her feminine face, watching her eyes flutter innocently and wickedly simultaneously.

โ€œLike doesnโ€™t begin to describe what I feel regarding anything concerning you. But especially, thisโ€ฆโ€ He sucked his teeth, reining in his thunderous heart. โ€œYouโ€™re so fuckinโ€™ perfect.โ€

Edenโ€™s pussy thumped, her breath hitched, and her eyes became expressively adoring. She was completely unhinged around Derek. For whatever hand fate was dealing her, Eden couldnโ€™t control herself, wanting, yearning, craving to connect with him. It was the same voodoo she felt at her familyโ€™s annual Christmas party that had her seizing in his grasp as he fed off her plum with the deep thrusts of his tongue.

June 13, 2019


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Wait No More

The rumors… they came from sources that she trusted; the news, the neighborhood, and now the patrons in her night club, Rendezvous. Still, Sophia Clark wouldnโ€™t believe that the soldiers who returned from their tours included the only man she ever loved. But when Dean St. James strolled through the door, the shock to Sophiaโ€™s spirit nearly disassembled her. There was no explanation for the reckless up-surging beat of her heart, not after the way Dean disappeared, leaving Sophia to wonder if heโ€™d become a casualty of war.

Now, without time to process her turbulent emotions, Sophia comes face to face with his return, which proves to challenge the love they lostโ€”bringing them together or closing the door on what could have been for all time.

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Chapter One

Sophia Carter never believed rumors until they were a proven truth, so when Dean St. James strolled through the doors of her three-story nightclub, Rendezvous, the jolt in her spirit couldโ€™ve easily disassembled her. She held her breath, stirring a tightening in her chest, that gave her veins a cautionary squeeze. She could pass out at any moment, but Sophiaโ€™s lungs were resilient, punching out a command that forced her to release an extensive breath. Observing the pace of Deanโ€™s swaggered stroll kicked her heart into overdrive, running amok, like a gallop that bounced between her breasts. Sheโ€™d never been deceived by her eyes before, so she refused to believe his embodiment was a thing of her imagination.

Images of their freshman and sophomore year at the University of Chicago were unearthed, sailing to the forefront of her mind as if it had only been yesterday. Dean St. James was Sophiaโ€™s high school sweetheart, the love of her life, her one and only. Their plans to get married, buy land, build a house from the ground up, and have children were their own personal American dream. However, those dreams were torn apart when Sophia found out that Dean had other plans. It was through the Chicago Tribune newspaper, one that Sophia read on a daily basis during her drive from the bakery where she was employed part-time.

A local University of Chicago undergraduate football star, Dean St. James, has decided not to continue his studies in the fall and instead will begin his training at Fort Knox this winterโ€ฆ

โ€œSix long yearsโ€ฆโ€ Sophia managed to whisper. It was a long time to go without seeing the only man you ever loved.

Broken promises of a lifetime and love everlasting murmured in the unruly winds that flew in when Dean strode through the door. Heโ€™d walked right out of Sophiaโ€™s life before they had a chance to say I do. And now he was back, like some sort of herculean apparition in the flesh. And although Sophia fought the turbulent emotions inside her, she was still in love with him, as if not a day had passed.

Standing by the entrance, Dean spoke through a cell phone that was connected to a Bluetooth device in his ear. But his gaze was set, determined, searching the area for what he came to find. Supervising the sea of people, Sophia was hoisted on the balcony of Rendezvous nightclub, in a section cut off from patrons that was meant for staff only. Behind the bar, Taylor Murphy tossed a dark brown curl behind her ear, then shouted in Deanโ€™s direction as she wiped down the counter.

Sophia didnโ€™t know if she wanted to believe the picture before her; that Dean was standing in her place of business. Maybe this time she had imagined him. A part of Sophia wanted to close her eyes and hope that he would be gone when she reopened them. But, Sophia struggled to pull her gaze away, because another part of her wanted this to be trueโ€”even after everything sheโ€™d endured since theyโ€™d parted ways.

It was unsettling to her spirit, especially since Sophia told herself repeatedly that it was over between the two of them. She watched Dean from her spot, taking in his entire masculine persona.

When Dean left for basic training, he carried a medium build with equaled portions of a simple muscle tone that resembled a young rising athlete. Football had been the highlight of his days at the university, and there were plenty of opportunities to play for other schools as scholarships poured in before his spell in college. Then, Dean was easily six three, one hundred seventy pounds and his agility on the field were unmatched. He was a fan of dark brown close-cropped hair that in the past was his signature color, but those previous images, along with his boyish features, now were removed. His facial features had grown into their own, appearing sharp and defined on his ruggedly handsome face.

Her eyes carried over the muscular pack in his formation, and if she had to guess, he was easily over two hundred pounds. Even in his army fatigue jacket, the defined muscles in his arms could be seen as they branded through the camouflage coat. The brown hair that once sprouted from his head was now black but still cut short to the frame of his face. Sophia swept an eye over him. The fluttering in her heart was a continuous kick as her gaze settled on his thick powerful thighs that were covered in dark denim.


Pulling her attention over to ย the bar, the patron sitting in front of Taylor with glossed-over blue eyes, a thick nose and olive skin waved his empty glass.

โ€œDo you mind if I have another?โ€ Frank Miller asked. It was barely eight p.m., and Frank had already guzzled three shot glasses of whiskey on the rocks. Frank was a regular in Rendezvous. Heโ€™d come by after work, after church, and after hours.

โ€œAre you sure you donโ€™t want to slow down, Mr. Miller?โ€ Taylor asked.

Frankโ€™s nose wrinkled as he frowned. โ€œI think I can handle it, little lady. Now that weโ€™ve got that out of the wayโ€ฆโ€ Frank waved his glass again and Taylor hesitated a moment before taking it off his hands. Frank was newly divorced. He and his wife Francesca Miller were married forty years before she came home from bingo one night and caught Frank feeling up their grandsonโ€™s babysitter.

Taylor turned her back to refill his drink, but Sophiaโ€™s peripheral vision followed Dean as he slapped hands and gave handshakes to former friends whom he appeared to be meeting up with tonight. Sophiaโ€™s mind continued to reel at his sudden manifestation. Sheโ€™d heard through the grapevine that Dean had been discharged from the Army. She didnโ€™t have the specifics, but if you lived in the northside of Chicago long enough, youโ€™d know whoโ€™s who. Despite how large the city was, some news never made it past the locals whoโ€™d grown up in the area.

Sophia pressed a button on her wireless earpiece and spoke through her mic. โ€œTaylor, your microphone is still on. If you have a problem with Mr. Miller, let Clarence know and heโ€™ll escort him out.โ€ Sophia removed her hand just as Taylor responded.

โ€œI always forget to turn this mic off,โ€ Taylor huffed. Sophia cracked a smile. โ€œTrust me, if Mr. Miller gets out of line, Iโ€™ll throw him out myself.โ€

Sophiaโ€™s smile held, and she pressed the button again. โ€œIโ€™m sure you would, but you donโ€™t want to break a leg, do you?โ€ Sophia knew that would keep Taylor in line. Taylor was as tomboyish as tomboyish could be.

The two had also attended the university together, and theyโ€™d both felt the heartbreak from being left behind by their fiancรฉs as the men enlisted and were shipped off to the army. Taylor was gorgeous, and leggy. It didnโ€™t take long for model companies around the world to offer her a chance to walk their runway, and needing the distraction, Taylor took that opportunity to free her mind from her personal life troubles. It also gave her the chance to take care of her father, who was widowed after the death of her mother. Due to her modeling career, her legs were insured, and she was careful to refrain from athletic feats which could damage her assets.

โ€œHey, boss lady, did you see Dean walk through the door?!โ€

How could she not? Sophia saw everything. But instead of alluding to that, Sophia pretended to be oblivious.

โ€œDean who?โ€ Sophia asked.

Sophia watched as Taylorโ€™s mouth dropped open. โ€œDean who? Hello, army fatigue jacket, ten oโ€™clock,โ€ Taylor said, glancing up at Sophia.

Taylor couldnโ€™t see Sophia through the dark tinted window that closed around Sophiaโ€™s office, but Taylor knew she was there; staring out at the club like she always did. Sophia continued with her charade.

โ€œGet out! Is that who I think it is?โ€

Taylor sighed. โ€œGirl, you better come get your man before one of these other heffas beat you to the punch.โ€ Taylor smirked, and Sophia shook her head and turned her attention back to Dean. Heโ€™d shed his jacket and now the bulging biceps in his arms were evident, garnering attention from every woman in the nearby vicinity.

โ€œHeโ€™s not my man,โ€ Sophia said as she watched Dean nod and signal heโ€™d be back.

His powerful strides across the room pulled eyes from anyone in the place with a vagina. Once he made it to the bar, Dean cut through two women to grab Taylorโ€™s attention.

โ€œDean!โ€ Taylor screeched. โ€œOh my God, come around the bar so I can get a hug!โ€

Dean strolled to the entrance of the bar and Taylor tossed her arms around his neck, jumping on the tips of her toes with glee. Dean laughed, candidly amused.

โ€œI guess itโ€™s safe to say you missed me,โ€ his deep voice grooved.

Taylor pulled away and settled back on her feet. โ€œOf course, I do, itโ€™s only been six years!โ€ she squealed.

โ€œYeah,โ€ Dean said. โ€œItโ€™s been a stretch.โ€

Something in his voice made Sophia wonder what all Dean had been through. She couldnโ€™t imagine what type of life being a US Army soldier entailed.

โ€œDex got here a week ago,โ€ Taylor announced.

โ€œSo I heard. Iโ€™ve got to catch up with him. I know you were ecstatic upon his return.โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ Taylor said eagerly. โ€œElated,โ€ she shimmied where she stood, thrilled as memories of their reunion hit her quickly. โ€œBut enough about me. I bet your family was overjoyed to have you home.โ€

Dean rubbed a hand along his rugged jaw and smiled. โ€œIt was pretty heartfelt.โ€

Seeing his family for the first time face-to-face in six years lifted a weight off of his shoulders. One he hadnโ€™t realized he was carrying until the moment he exited the taxi in front of the Mediterranean-styled home.

The front door opened, and a gasp broke through the air. โ€œOh my God!โ€ Bri St. James, his sister and best friend, framed her face with her hands. Astonishment was written in her eyes as she broke out into a sprint, jumping off the porch and running down the stone walkway, colliding with Deanโ€™s chest into his open arms. He held her tight and dropped his lips to her temple for a warm kiss.

โ€œHey sis, it feels like itโ€™s been forever. Did you miss me, because I sure missed you.โ€

A caterwauling cry spilled from Bri and with her eyes closed she kept her forehead buried in his chest, soothed by his warm embrace. Deanโ€™s heart had never beat so recklessly, and seconds later their parents joined them, with hugs and soft cries of their own. They consoled each other for such a long spell that none of them could tell how much time had passed before they pulled apart. Slowly but surely, Dean could feel pressure release from his body, even as he knew the only way to rid himself fully of the strain was to get in touch with the one person who undoubtedly wanted nothing to do with him. Sophia. Still, he held on to hope.

โ€œHave you happened to hear from Sophia?โ€ Dean asked his family. His mother and father glanced between each other, but Bri was the one who spoke.

โ€œI heard she works at Rendezvous. Itโ€™s a nightclub in the heart of the city.โ€

He nodded. โ€œThank you.โ€

Briโ€™s head fell back into his embrace and again, Dean held on with a vise grip.

โ€œI know you must be hungry,โ€ Mrs. St. James blurted.

โ€œI am.โ€

โ€œGreat,โ€ Mr. St. Jamesโ€™ burly voice bellowed. โ€œLetโ€™s go inside and eat. Your mother and sister fixed a spread of food that we wonโ€™t be able to put a dent in.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know about that, Pops, I can put away a couple of plates.โ€

They all laughed and reentered their home, helping Dean settle in while catching up on some of the years. When dinner was over, Dean helped his mother with the kitchen, then left for Rendezvous.

โ€œYeah,โ€ Taylor went on, pulling Dean out of his reverie. โ€œI can image how they must feel. Itโ€™s so good to have you back and Iโ€™m glad that youโ€™re safe.โ€

โ€œThank you. I appreciate that.โ€ He paused. โ€œSo, Taylor, have you heard from Sophia?โ€

At the mention of her name, Sophiaโ€™s oxygen was cut again. It had rolled off his tongue with a profound penetration that sent warm tingles coaxing through her skin.

โ€œOh, you didnโ€™t know?โ€ Taylor said.

At Deanโ€™s puzzled look, Taylor continued, โ€œSophia owns this club.โ€

Deanโ€™s browโ€™s rose. โ€œRendezvous?โ€ he asked for clarification.

โ€œYeah. She took the money you guys saved for the wedding and purchased this place years ago. It started out looking like a hole in the wall, but she got the place in tip-top shape pretty quickly. Now itโ€™s one of the hottest and most frequented clubs in town.โ€

Sophia watched Dean closely, noticing the shift in his posture when Taylor mentioned wedding.

โ€œDo you think she would spare me a minute?โ€ Dean asked.

Sophia exhaled a long breath. For years sheโ€™d prayed to God to protect him while he was away and bring him home safe to her. Now, here he was, in her establishment, asking for her, no less. A few years ago, Sophia wouldโ€™ve jumped for joy. It wouldโ€™ve made her the happiest woman alive. But things changed the day he called to tell her to move on with her life.

Her disbelief of his words still stung her soul and Sophiaโ€™s heart palpitated just thinking of it. From the moment Dean departed, she had been suspended on his words and loving promisesโ€”hanging on as if they were the very thread that gave her life.

โ€œI wonโ€™t be away forever. Nothingโ€™s going to happen to me. Iโ€™m already a soldier. You know that, right?โ€

His reassurance didnโ€™t relieve Sophia of the pain in her heart and on her face as she pouted, while tears continued to stain her cinnamon face.

โ€œYou canโ€™t be sure! Why wouldnโ€™t you tell me that this was something you wanted to do?โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re right. I shouldโ€™ve told you, and itโ€™s not just about me, butโ€”โ€

โ€œItโ€™s your father isnโ€™t it?โ€

Sophiaโ€™s distress was mounting at the very thought of her Dean caught in the middle of a war. โ€œTell meโ€”is this about making your father proud because heโ€™s alreadyโ€”โ€

โ€œSophia, I love you.โ€ Dean sighed and reached out to caress her face โ€œPlease donโ€™t make this harder than it already is.โ€ Sophia dropped her head and Dean lifted her chin. โ€œBaby, itโ€™s never been about my father and I havenโ€™t forgotten our dreams or hopes for the future.โ€

โ€œThen how can you do this?โ€

He pulled her in, holding Sophia close to the beat of his heart as her tears soaked his shirt.

โ€œThis will put us in the position to make those dreams a reality. Money wonโ€™t be an issue; our children will come into a world with their paths set for them to be greatโ€”as great as we want to be, if not more.โ€

He rubbed her chin and wiped the tears that trudged down her cheeks.

โ€œGive me a little time, my love, and wait for me.โ€

And Sophia did; every second of every minute of every hour of every day; on Sundays and in the midnight hour, too. Sophia waited for Dean. Their conversations every two months via Skype were the highlights of her years, all the way up until the final call three years ago.

Dean kept his message short but not sweet. Something had indeed happened, but Sophia never knew what it was because after that haunting phone call, Dean ceased all contact with her. Sophiaโ€™s heart broke into a million pieces and it took her friends, family, and sheer fortitude to keep from sinking into depression.

Now he wanted a word with her. And although Sophia would like to think she was over him, deep down, Sophia knew better. Seeing Dean, even from the quiet chambers of her balcony, threw her equilibrium into straight chaos.

โ€œI can buzz her and see if sheโ€™s available,โ€ Taylor said, reaching for her earpiece.

Dean pointed to Taylor with a smirk, motioning toward the device on her ear. โ€œYou joined the Men in Black?โ€ Dean joked.

Taylor slapped at his arm. โ€œAnd I see you still think youโ€™re a funny man. News flash, you werenโ€™t in college, youโ€™re not now.โ€

Dean guffawed, his deep laugh wrapping Sophia in a layer of chills. Taylorโ€™s voice came through the buzzer. โ€œHey Sophia, do you have a minute?โ€

Sophia hesitated then responded. โ€œYou know Iโ€™ve been listening this whole time, right?โ€

Taylor snorted. โ€œThis time it was on purpose.โ€

โ€œI see.โ€

โ€œAnyway, youโ€™ll never believe whoโ€™s down here,โ€ Taylor said as if they hadnโ€™t just had the conversation moments before.

โ€œOkay, Iโ€™ll play along; whoโ€™s down there, girl?โ€

Taylor smirked. โ€œDean, and he wants to speak to you.โ€

โ€œDean, hmmmโ€ฆDean who?โ€ Sophia said.


โ€œYes, I have no idea who youโ€™re talking about.โ€

โ€œDean St. James,โ€ Taylor said with less gusto.

Dean arched a brow and stuffed his hands into his jeans. Sophia paused for the longest time; so long, Taylor assumed she had left the line.


โ€œIn five minutes, have Clarence show him up to the office.โ€

โ€œWill do.โ€

With momentum behind her step, Sophia sauntered into the bathroom, taking a calculating eye over her appearance. The brown foundation on her face accentuated her flawless features. The ruby red lipstick sat with a smooth finish on her full lips. Taking a hand to her mouth, she smelled her breath, then grabbed the icy mint oral spray that sat on the counter. Satisfied after freshening her breath, Sophia finger-combed her deep brown mane. The thick strands dropped past her shoulders, caressing her back just slightly. She looked fine; maybe not as sensational as she wouldโ€™ve preferred, but this would have to do.

When a knock on the door came, Sophiaโ€™s heartbeat ricocheted. She stepped out of the bathroom and strolled back to her security monitors.

โ€œCome in,โ€ she said nonchalantly, as if her visitor wasnโ€™t someone who threatened her very sanity.

When the door opened, and Dean strolled in, Sophia realized she underestimated his transformation and like a horny teenager, a sting of heat crawled right down her belly into the seat of her panties.

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With Your Permission

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.

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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.

โ€œGood morning,โ€ his dark voice drummed.

Bri twirled around, an instant smile highlighting her face.

โ€œGood morning.โ€ 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. Briโ€™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.

โ€œWhatโ€™s going on in here?โ€

He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her in.

โ€œIโ€™mโ€ฆโ€ A shiver eased down Briโ€™s core. โ€œโ€ฆcooking breakfast.โ€

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.

โ€œHmmm, I shouldโ€™ve told you thereโ€™s a rule I must live by, and I canโ€™t have you breaking my rules.โ€

Her brow lifted. โ€œWhatโ€™s the rule?โ€ 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.

โ€œI serve you.โ€

February 12, 2019

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