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.
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! 💋
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 eyes—a glimmer of hazel sparkling in the depth of his gaze.
“You’re… awake,” she announced.
His arms pulled her tight.
“I am,” he responded, his unblinking stare, piercing.
“I know that look and before you ask, can I brush my teeth first?”
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.
“We need to talk.”
“I know, and we will,” 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 wouldn’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. They’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 they’d yet to accomplish with anyone else. They recognized each other’s differences and understood that those distinctions played a vital role in their individual character. Whether it was Jada’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 light’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 other’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 he’d been cheating on her. As she added the camera to the stuffed animal he’d purchased for her birthday the day before, second thoughts had riddled Jada’s mind. But she needed to know. More importantly, she was desperate to find out if her assumptions were just that.
But they hadn’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 wasn’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 she’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.
“What is happening?” She murmured, exhaling while entertaining risky possibilities.
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, she’s still very attracted to Nathan.
Nathan can’t forget his connection with Janice—a connection he hasn’t experienced with any other woman. After an earth-shattering kiss rekindles their flame, will these two finally get it right—or will an outside force get in the way?
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 hasn’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 isn’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?
“Tell me what you want from me, and I’ll give it to you.”
Love. Sex. A lifetime together. But she said, “I want everything you have to offer.” It was the closest she’d gotten to admitting her truth, and if the dimness of Derek’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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.”
“Good morning,” Camilla replied. She glanced around the bistro, noting the bustling activity. “It seems you have a full house.”
The hostess looked around as if she hadn’t notice.
“I have a special spot just for you,” the hostess sang.
Camilla perked. “I’m following,” she sang back.
The hostess put on a bright smile. “Right this way.” She turned with a sharp twist and meandered easily through the restaurant.
A few busboys passed them as they headed for a table to the far right of the eatery. “Excuse me,” one said as he scurried around Camilla, wiping a hand on the neatly folded apron tied around his waist.
“How’s this,” the hostess said, stopping at a small table.
“You did have the perfect spot,” Camilla said, staring out the window to the hustling Chicagoans who strolled through the downtown streets. “Nice and tidy, too,” she continued taking a seat at the short table.
“Yeah, we’re always crowded this early. Are you new to The Regency?”
Camilla smiled. “Yes, I am.”
The hostess’ eyes popped. “In that case, let me be one of the first to welcome you to Benjamin’s Breakfast Hut. I’m Alicia, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Camilla,” Camilla said, offering her a handshake.
“That’s a pretty name,” Alicia beamed.
“Camilla, your server will be with you in just a second.”
“Thank you again,” Camilla responded. She set her briefcase down and pulled out her cell phone. Camilla could sit for thirty minutes before she made her way to work. The beauty of being on the staff at WTZB was that it was within walking distance of The Regency, which was another plus when Camilla decided to rent a space in the luxury towers. It had only cost her a small fortune to lease the mini penthouse suite, but it was well worth the security and convenience.
She strolled through her missed calls. Two of them were from her friend Corinne Thomas whom Camilla had worked with for five of her seven years at News 12 before Corinne left the studio to become a stewardess. Camilla was also supposed to call Corinne for safe check-in as well, but she’d yet to do so. The other five missed calls were from Stephen her ex-boyfriend, the last person Camilla wanted to talk to.
After being engaged to Stephen for three years, Stephen suddenly decided marriage wasn’t for him. He called it off the minute Camilla began bridal shopping. Six months later, Stephen was back, begging for a chance to show Camilla he’d changed. For three months, Camilla let him fester and beg like the dog he was, but she eventually took him back. Another two years of her life later and Stephen was doing it again, calling off the wedding. Camilla had had enough, letting Stephen know there would never be another chance for them. That was eight months ago, and now he was back again, ringing up her phone, probably wondering why there was a for sale sign in her yard.
Camilla skipped right over his number and hit send on Corinne’s. “Pony” by Ginuwine cruised through the receiver, and Camilla frowned.
“I was just getting ready to put an ABP out on you,” Corinne answered.
“Before we can move any further with this conversation, I need to know why Ginuwine is singing to me when I’m calling you. Is that seriously one of those ringback tones?”
Corinne cleared her throat. “Oh, so you didn’t have Missy Elliot singing when someone called you?”
Camilla’s lips thinned out. “Yeah, like ten years ago.”
Camilla laughed in whispered tones. “What happens when your boss calls and ‘Pony’ plays in his ear?” Camilla continued to laugh.
“I like how you just flipped this whole conversation around to me,” Corinne said. “I suppose you’re safe.” Corinne’s voice was stern, and Camilla knew she’d upset her.
“Aww, okay, I’m sorry. There’s nothing wrong with your ring back tone,” Camilla lied. She dropped her head in her hand and shook it slightly. “I’m okay. Thank you for calling to check on me.”
“I told you I would, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you did. And I wish we could’ve come up on the weekend together.”
“Ooh, that would’ve been nice. Then I could get all up in your Chicago business.”
Camilla chuckled. “I don’t have any Chicago business. Yet, anyway—”
The timbre of his voice not only sent a shrill of heat cascading over Camilla’s body, but it also caught her by surprise and threw her off balance. Bringing her eyes up to the mystery man himself, Camilla’s heart skipped a beat as her sight took in the magnificence of his stature. Black suit pants laced around his powerful thighs and what Camilla knew was probably a taut ass. A leather Christian Dior belt buckle aligned through the loopholes of his pants, holding a pristine shine.
The maroon long sleeve button-down shirt stretched up the barrier of his grandiose wall of muscle and waved slightly over the pecs in his chest. With his collar flipped down and the first two buttons undone, his unblemished coffee brown skin was displayed. Camilla swallowed so hard she could’ve ingested her tongue. Her heart binged in her chest, and Camilla had a hard time trying to recover.
As if the palpitations weren’t bad enough, Camilla’s gaze locked with her mystery man, and immediately, she felt pulled toward him. With piercing dark brown eyes, he held her stare just as his tongue cruised across his lips to wet his mouth.
“I don’t mean to interrupt you, but, there’s nowhere else to sit while I have my breakfast, so I was hoping you’d have mercy on me and allow me to dine with you.”
“Corinne,” Camilla said, speaking into the phone, “I’m going to call you back.”
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