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’‚

๐‘ฉ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’‡๐’‚๐’„๐’•๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’”

5’6 150 ๐‘ท๐’๐’–๐’๐’…๐’”

๐‘พ๐’‚๐’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’Œ๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’š ๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’‚๐’š 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’†

๐‘ท๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’‘๐’Š๐’”๐’•

๐‘พ๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’›๐’†๐’“

๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’†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,

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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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๐‘น๐’†๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’† ๐’…๐’‚๐’•๐’†: ๐‘บ๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’†๐’“ 5, 2019

๐ˆ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ ๐๐ฒ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐œ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ!

๐‘ป๐’‰๐’“๐’†๐’† ๐’‡๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’๐’…๐’”. ๐‘จ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•. ๐‘ซ๐’†๐’”๐’Š๐’“๐’†, ๐’–๐’๐’Š๐’๐’‰๐’Š๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’•๐’†๐’….

๐‘ผ๐’๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’‚๐’๐’๐’†๐’๐’†๐’… ๐‘ณ๐’๐’—๐’†, ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’”.

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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Did you hear? Wait No More released May 2, 2019! Woot! Again, you have gathered around this story and took the book to number one on Amazon, which is amazing each and every time it happens. I want you to know, I take nothing for granted. Thank you for reading and sharing. You are without a doubt #SquadGoals! Aye!

Wait BestSeller

If you haven’t had a chance to pick up this redemption romance. Find it HERE.

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.

โœจย When you’re done reading please leave me a review! A fantastic one that is.ย ๐Ÿ˜‚

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.

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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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Merry Christmas!

Santa baby… ๐Ÿ’‹

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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. ๐ŸŒน

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โœจ Merry Christmas! โœจ

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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. ๐ŸšจThis is not their full story. ๐ŸšจIt is a glimpse inside their holiday season. If you care to find out what theyโ€™re up too. ๐Ÿ’‹

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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.

Are you up to date on the Falling for a Rose and In the Heart of a Valentine series?

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Give Me A Reason A Preview

โ€œThereโ€™s someone I want you to meet.โ€

Her momโ€™s brow rose, and her eyes held a twinkle of excitement.ย 

โ€œSomeone like a man?โ€

Allison smirked. โ€œYes.โ€

โ€œWhen do I get to meet this man?โ€ In the distance, Mrs. Sullivanโ€™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, โ€œHot tamale, two oโ€™clock.โ€

Allisonโ€™s brows dipped. โ€œHuh?โ€

Mrs. Sullivan cleared her throat and went to speak again. โ€œI think heโ€™s coming to our table.โ€

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

โ€œGood afternoon.โ€

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, Allisonโ€™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.ย 

โ€œBeautyโ€ฆโ€ he said, giving Allison an improper once over. Lanceโ€™s gaze shifted to Mrs. Sullivan, โ€œTwins,โ€ he said. Lance glanced between Allison and her mother. โ€œYou didnโ€™t tell me you had a twin.โ€

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

โ€œFor you,โ€ he said, offering the roses to each of them.

โ€œThank you,โ€ they sang.ย 

โ€œMother, this is Lance Valentine; Lance, this is my mother, Mrs. Margaret Sullivan.โ€

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.ย 

โ€œI know who Lance Valentine is. So, does everyone whoโ€™s got their camera phones out recording right now.โ€ Mrs. Sullivan beamed and lifted her chin. โ€œHave a seat, Lance. My daughter didnโ€™t tell me we would be on the evening news.โ€

A smooth rising laugh seeped from his throat.

โ€œLet me be the one to apologize,โ€ he said. โ€œI didnโ€™t give Allison much of a choice.โ€

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