A look inside Her Naughty Suitor

A Pool Fête

Ten minutes. That’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 didn’t take longer than a mere blink and turn of her head to connect with Derek’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.

  With his attention on her, Derek’s lips moved at the group, and with one proceeding step, his stroll carried the strength of his muscular physique on a path in Eden’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 Eden’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.

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

“I missed you,” 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.

“Is that so?”

“Damn right it is.”

A heavy chuckle eased off her lips.

“I missed you as well.”

“Did you?”

Eden nodded, her cheeks stretched with heat. “I did.”

“Then what took you so long to get to me, woman?”

Eden tilted her head to the side. “I couldn’t figure out which swimsuit to wear.”

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

“And what did you decide?”

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 Derek’s dark gaze never made it there—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 Derek’s chest.

A growl trekked from his mouth. “What exactly are you trying to do to me in this sexy ass swimsuit?”

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

“I was hoping,” she said, her backside rubbing into his crotch, “that maybe, you’d like it.” Her hips wined, unearthing a sweltering fire that attacked their loins.

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

“Mona Lisa…” 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.

“What? Don’t you like it?”

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

“Like doesn’t begin to describe what I feel regarding anything concerning you. But especially, this…” He sucked his teeth, reining in his thunderous heart. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

Eden’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 couldn’t control herself, wanting, yearning, craving to connect with him. It was the same voodoo she felt at her family’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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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 wouldn’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 Sophia’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 he’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 lost—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 could’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 Sophia’s lungs were resilient, punching out a command that forced her to release an extensive breath. Observing the pace of Dean’s swaggered stroll kicked her heart into overdrive, running amok, like a gallop that bounced between her breasts. She’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 Sophia’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 winter…

“Six long years…” 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. He’d walked right out of Sophia’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 Dean’s direction as she wiped down the counter.

Sophia didn’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 true—even after everything she’d endured since they’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  the bar, the patron sitting in front of Taylor with glossed-over blue eyes, a thick nose and olive skin waved his empty glass.

“Do you mind if I have another?” 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. He’d come by after work, after church, and after hours.

“Are you sure you don’t want to slow down, Mr. Miller?” Taylor asked.

Frank’s nose wrinkled as he frowned. “I think I can handle it, little lady. Now that we’ve got that out of the way…” 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 grandson’s babysitter.

Taylor turned her back to refill his drink, but Sophia’s peripheral vision followed Dean as he slapped hands and gave handshakes to former friends whom he appeared to be meeting up with tonight. Sophia’s mind continued to reel at his sudden manifestation. She’d heard through the grapevine that Dean had been discharged from the Army. She didn’t have the specifics, but if you lived in the northside of Chicago long enough, you’d know who’s who. Despite how large the city was, some news never made it past the locals who’d grown up in the area.

Sophia pressed a button on her wireless earpiece and spoke through her mic. “Taylor, your microphone is still on. If you have a problem with Mr. Miller, let Clarence know and he’ll escort him out.” Sophia removed her hand just as Taylor responded.

“I always forget to turn this mic off,” Taylor huffed. Sophia cracked a smile. “Trust me, if Mr. Miller gets out of line, I’ll throw him out myself.”

Sophia’s smile held, and she pressed the button again. “I’m sure you would, but you don’t want to break a leg, do you?” 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 they’d both felt the heartbreak from being left behind by their fiancés as the men enlisted and were shipped off to the army. Taylor was gorgeous, and leggy. It didn’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.

“Hey, boss lady, did you see Dean walk through the door?!”

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

“Dean who?” Sophia asked.

Sophia watched as Taylor’s mouth dropped open. “Dean who? Hello, army fatigue jacket, ten o’clock,” Taylor said, glancing up at Sophia.

Taylor couldn’t see Sophia through the dark tinted window that closed around Sophia’s office, but Taylor knew she was there; staring out at the club like she always did. Sophia continued with her charade.

“Get out! Is that who I think it is?”

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

“He’s not my man,” Sophia said as she watched Dean nod and signal he’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 Taylor’s attention.

“Dean!” Taylor screeched. “Oh my God, come around the bar so I can get a hug!”

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.

“I guess it’s safe to say you missed me,” his deep voice grooved.

Taylor pulled away and settled back on her feet. “Of course, I do, it’s only been six years!” she squealed.

“Yeah,” Dean said. “It’s been a stretch.”

Something in his voice made Sophia wonder what all Dean had been through. She couldn’t imagine what type of life being a US Army soldier entailed.

“Dex got here a week ago,” Taylor announced.

“So I heard. I’ve got to catch up with him. I know you were ecstatic upon his return.”

“Yes,” Taylor said eagerly. “Elated,” she shimmied where she stood, thrilled as memories of their reunion hit her quickly. “But enough about me. I bet your family was overjoyed to have you home.”

Dean rubbed a hand along his rugged jaw and smiled. “It was pretty heartfelt.”

Seeing his family for the first time face-to-face in six years lifted a weight off of his shoulders. One he hadn’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. “Oh my God!” 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 Dean’s chest into his open arms. He held her tight and dropped his lips to her temple for a warm kiss.

“Hey sis, it feels like it’s been forever. Did you miss me, because I sure missed you.”

A caterwauling cry spilled from Bri and with her eyes closed she kept her forehead buried in his chest, soothed by his warm embrace. Dean’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.

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

“I heard she works at Rendezvous. It’s a nightclub in the heart of the city.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

Bri’s head fell back into his embrace and again, Dean held on with a vise grip.

“I know you must be hungry,” Mrs. St. James blurted.

“I am.”

“Great,” Mr. St. James’ burly voice bellowed. “Let’s go inside and eat. Your mother and sister fixed a spread of food that we won’t be able to put a dent in.”

“I don’t know about that, Pops, I can put away a couple of plates.”

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.

“Yeah,” Taylor went on, pulling Dean out of his reverie. “I can image how they must feel. It’s so good to have you back and I’m glad that you’re safe.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” He paused. “So, Taylor, have you heard from Sophia?”

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

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Taylor said.

At Dean’s puzzled look, Taylor continued, “Sophia owns this club.”

Dean’s brow’s rose. “Rendezvous?” he asked for clarification.

“Yeah. 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 it’s one of the hottest and most frequented clubs in town.”

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

“Do you think she would spare me a minute?” Dean asked.

Sophia exhaled a long breath. For years she’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 would’ve jumped for joy. It would’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 Sophia’s heart palpitated just thinking of it. From the moment Dean departed, she had been suspended on his words and loving promises—hanging on as if they were the very thread that gave her life.

“I won’t be away forever. Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m already a soldier. You know that, right?”

His reassurance didn’t relieve Sophia of the pain in her heart and on her face as she pouted, while tears continued to stain her cinnamon face.

“You can’t be sure! Why wouldn’t you tell me that this was something you wanted to do?”

“You’re right. I should’ve told you, and it’s not just about me, but—”

“It’s your father isn’t it?”

Sophia’s distress was mounting at the very thought of her Dean caught in the middle of a war. “Tell me—is this about making your father proud because he’s already—”

“Sophia, I love you.” Dean sighed and reached out to caress her face “Please don’t make this harder than it already is.” Sophia dropped her head and Dean lifted her chin. “Baby, it’s never been about my father and I haven’t forgotten our dreams or hopes for the future.”

“Then how can you do this?”

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

“This will put us in the position to make those dreams a reality. Money won’t be an issue; our children will come into a world with their paths set for them to be great—as great as we want to be, if not more.”

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

“Give me a little time, my love, and wait for me.”

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. Sophia’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.

“I can buzz her and see if she’s available,” Taylor said, reaching for her earpiece.

Dean pointed to Taylor with a smirk, motioning toward the device on her ear. “You joined the Men in Black?” Dean joked.

Taylor slapped at his arm. “And I see you still think you’re a funny man. News flash, you weren’t in college, you’re not now.”

Dean guffawed, his deep laugh wrapping Sophia in a layer of chills. Taylor’s voice came through the buzzer. “Hey Sophia, do you have a minute?”

Sophia hesitated then responded. “You know I’ve been listening this whole time, right?”

Taylor snorted. “This time it was on purpose.”

“I see.”

“Anyway, you’ll never believe who’s down here,” Taylor said as if they hadn’t just had the conversation moments before.

“Okay, I’ll play along; who’s down there, girl?”

Taylor smirked. “Dean, and he wants to speak to you.”

“Dean, hmmm…Dean who?” Sophia said.


“Yes, I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Dean St. James,” 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.


“In five minutes, have Clarence show him up to the office.”

“Will do.”

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 would’ve preferred, but this would have to do.

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

“Come in,” she said nonchalantly, as if her visitor wasn’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.

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

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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.”

February 12, 2019

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Merry Christmas!

Santa baby… 💋

She was tired of waiting and his starvation for her had reached its ultimate peak. So when a Christmas party brings Eden Alexandria Rose and Derek James Clark face to face again, sparks turn into a detonation of desire that lands them both, on the naughty list. 🌹

✨ Merry Christmas! ✨

Sooo I know I said A Game-Changing Christmas would be my last release of the year, but Derek James Clark and Eden Alexandria Rose would not tone it down, and now, here we are. 🚨This is not their full story. 🚨It is a glimpse inside their holiday season. If you care to find out what they’re up too. 💋

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A Game-Changing Christmas

Whew! Let me just start with that. It is with great pleasure, blood, sweat, and tears that I bring you this crossover edition of the Falling for a Rose and In the Heart of a Valentine holiday edition!

I have gotten so much feedback about the two families and your love for them both and your desire to see them patch things up that I have lost count. However, I knew trying to create a story like this would be a challenge. Let’s face it, both of these family’s are pretty big, and besides that, the rivalry isn’t something that can just easily go away with a ‘let’s get over it’ attitude.

Nah, the history of this feud runs a little thick, so finding a common solution won’t be easy, if at all. Writing this novella kept my emotions running high, and let me tell you why. We’re catching up with the couples you’ve read about in the Falling for a Rose series, and vice versa for In the Heart of a Valentine. Add a common enemy, a brewing love affair, surrounded by a whole bunch of sexiness and wa-la! Here we are.

I’d like to be clear about the brewing love affair. It is not a Rose and Valentine hookup. The Rose’s are all accounted for. If you’ve read Give Me A Reason, book three in the Valentine series then you’ve met Bri St. James and Raphael Valentine. While their story comes in January, you’ll get an inside look at their brewing romance in this holiday edition, and I hope you love it!

Oh, by the way, if you’d like to pre-order, A Game-Changing Chrismas is available now on Amazon.

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Give Me A Reason A Preview

“There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Her mom’s brow rose, and her eyes held a twinkle of excitement. 

“Someone like a man?”

Allison smirked. “Yes.”

“When do I get to meet this man?” In the distance, Mrs. Sullivan’s gaze captured the stride of a tall, confident specimen headed in their direction. She noticed him immediately as Lance Valentine. Knowing he was someone her daughter crushed on from afar, Margaret snapped a finger and whispered as she leaned in again, “Hot tamale, two o’clock.”

Allison’s brows dipped. “Huh?”

Mrs. Sullivan cleared her throat and went to speak again. “I think he’s coming to our table.”

Allison was slow in moving. By the time she realized what was going on, Lance was upon her.

“Good afternoon.”

The dark drum of his soothing voice filled Allison with an array of warmth. Her pussy thumped, and her body shifted as she worked to calm a quiver. Looking over her shoulder, Allison’s eyes connected with the piercing stare of Lance Valentine, and with another step, he stood beside their table with a bouquet of roses in both hands. 

“Beauty…” he said, giving Allison an improper once over. Lance’s gaze shifted to Mrs. Sullivan, “Twins,” he said. Lance glanced between Allison and her mother. “You didn’t tell me you had a twin.”

Mrs. Sullivan smiled from ear to ear, her cat-like eyes dipping and fluttering with appreciation. Allison smirked and chuckled a bit, catching Lance’s wink as he glanced at her again.

“For you,” he said, offering the roses to each of them.

“Thank you,” they sang. 

“Mother, this is Lance Valentine; Lance, this is my mother, Mrs. Margaret Sullivan.”

Mrs. Sullivan held out her hand gracefully, taking a close eye over his well-built stock shoulders, tailored Brioni suit that fit him so immaculately each edge of his physique was accommodated by the material. 

“I know who Lance Valentine is. So, does everyone who’s got their camera phones out recording right now.” Mrs. Sullivan beamed and lifted her chin. “Have a seat, Lance. My daughter didn’t tell me we would be on the evening news.”

A smooth rising laugh seeped from his throat.

“Let me be the one to apologize,” he said. “I didn’t give Allison much of a choice.”

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