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“Beautiful name.” #MFRWhooks

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Safe Sisters 

Two sisters, one treasure, and a killer determined to have it all.

 

Street Safe 

Street Callan wants only one thing from the sultry voluptuous woman in red heels, a night of steamy, unadulterated sex.
Na’arah Simmons has no problem submitting to Street’s seductive allure, since she shares in the attraction.

 

When their one night stand leaves her with an unplanned souvenir, his less than desired response will force her to move on.

However, when she’s the only witness to a brutal murder, Na’arah has only Street to turn to if she wants to save herself and her unborn child.

Excerpt

“Na’arah.”

“Beautiful name.”

She inclined her head, but not before he’d seen her pretty pout.

His smooth recovery wasn’t smooth enough.

“I think a bunch of fruity drinks will suit them just fine. I’ll have a cranberry juice.” She rested her fingertips on the counter, her nails, painted in the same stunning red as her lipstick, were just the perfect length. He could already imagine the way they’d feel scraping along the muscles of his back.

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “Nothing stronger?”

“Designated driver. Thanks.” She pushed off the bar and sashayed away.

Damn, baby girl had a body on her.

“A bib would keep your shirt from getting wet,” Auggie said. Street closed his mouth. “Whatever.”

“The woman’s been stroking your leg for months and you forget her name?” Auggie shook his head. “Real smooth, nephew. Real smooth.”

“Ain’t it time for you to go home to your girlfriend?”

He shrugged. “Ask her. She’s sitting over in the corner with a group of her friends.”

Street swung his gaze to the far corner of the room. Sure enough Na’arah was headed toward them. She stood just in front of younger woman with a sequined gold top.

“I guess I will.”

****

Na’arah slid into the chair and pushed it as far against the wall

as she could. The slightly woodsy scent of Street’s after shave still clung to her hand. How could one man smell so good? And he still didn’t recognize her, not that she expected him to, but a small part of her hoped he would.

She sighed. Why should he? She was only there to help ease his pain, nothing more. Somewhere between smoothing her hands over twisted sinew and coarse skin, she’d developed a crush for the brooding bartender. In all the time she’d known him, not once had she seen him smile, until tonight.

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Street Safe #MFRWhooks

Safe Sisters 

Two sisters, one treasure, and a killer determined to have it all.

 

Street Safe 

Street Callan wants only one thing from the sultry voluptuous woman in red heels, a night of steamy, unadulterated sex.  

 

Na’arah Simmons has no problem submitting to Street’s seductive allure, since she shares in the attraction.

When their one night stand leaves her with an unplanned souvenir, his less than desired response will force her to move on. 

 

However, when she’s the only witness to a brutal murder, Na’arah has only Street to turn to if she wants to save herself and her unborn child.

Excerpt

Street rounded the corner and paused. His heart pounded a little harder and the hard-on he’d sported most of the night came roaring to life. Oh yeah, tonight must be his night if Na’arah was standing next to his office alone.

 

He limped closer, the sweet, intoxicating scent of her perfume beckoning as easily as her sultry pose.

 

She probably had no idea of the alluring picture she presented. Eyes closed, full lips parted as if waiting for a lover’s kiss and one shapely leg bent so her heel rested on the wall behind her. That position also allowed the skirt of her dress to rise a little higher on her thighs. Tonight was definitely his night.

 

He stopped in front of her and still she hadn’t moved. This close, and the heat of her body wrapped around his.

 

Resisting the urge to mold his body into the temptation of her soft front he leaned closer, resting a hand near her head and dragging her scent deep into his lungs.

 

“Not liking the party?” he murmured.

 

She snapped open her eyes, a small gasp accompanied the quick rise and fall of her lovely breasts. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and he stifled a groan. What he wouldn’t give to feel her mouth on his, or anywhere else on his body, for that matter.

 

“Not particularly, but they’re not my friends,” she answered. She straightened, her breasts brushing his chest, but he didn’t move.

 

She merely arched a brow and he smiled. So she didn’t seem to mind that he was invading her space. How far could he test her limits?

 

“So why are you the designated driver?” He leaned closer... His thighs brushed hers and sent a jolt of longing through his system.

 

“My sister.” Na’arah lifted an arm and rested her hand on his chest. “I owed her a favor.”

 

He savored the warmth of her palm. He could imagine the way her hands would feel sliding over his skin, trailing down his stomach and closing around his erection. “I’m glad you did.” He swept a lock of her hair from her shoulder, pleased at the silkiness of the strands.

 

Desire flared in her irises. Maybe she wasn’t as unaffected as he thought.

 

“So what would your girlfriend say if she saw us right now?

 

“Nothing. I don’t have one.”

 

Her shoulders sagged.

 

So she’d been worried about his relationship status. Interesting. “Should I be worried about some pesky boyfriend?”

She shook her head and looked away.

 

He tucked a curl behind her ear, before trailing a finger along her jaw until it rested beneath her chin. Slowly, he tilted her head until she once more met his gaze.

 

“You still have the most amazing eyes. I always remembered that about you.”

 

“I can’t believe you noticed my eyes.”

 

“That’s not the only thing I noticed.” He shifted until his knee slid between her thighs. He longed to explore her heat.  Closer still and he had her effectively trapped between his body and the wall.

 

Not a bad place to be at the moment, but he could think of one better.

 

“And you forgot my name.”

 

Chagrin coursed through him.

 

“Why did you stop coming?” A hint of hurt clung to her voice. “Did I do something you didn’t like?

 

Damn, she didn’t waste words and strangely, he found her candor arousing. He could do no else than be truthful. “Because I’m attracted to you.”

 

Her gaze flew to his then dropped away. A smirk twitched the corners of his mouth. He’d surprised her with his admission.

 

“Nothing to say?”

 

“Prove it.”

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Ominous Silence #MFRWhooks

His True Love 

Book 1 of 2: True Detective Series
Multicultural & Interracial Romance
Romantic Suspense

In a small town, in a popular bar, beautiful women disappear. This could just be a coincidence, but private investigators, Carson, Matt and Nathalie don’t believe in them. So they go undercover.

 

However, when one of the missing women turns up dead, the trio is disturbed to learn the woman bore a striking resemblance to Nathalie; they increase their efforts. When Nathalie disappears from the same bar, Carson and Matt will do anything to find her.

 

*Contains explicit descriptions of sex, strong language, and descriptions of violence.*

Excerpt

Weeping, the kind which does its best to go unnoticed, filled the ominous silence. The constant whimper invaded the consciousness of the woman sprawled half on half off the bed. With effort the woman forced her heavy lids open and blinked in the frail darkness. She shifted, then toppled to the hard packed earth with a grunt.

Gripping her pounding head, she sat cross legged on the floor and rested her back against the wall. She rolled spit around her mouth in an effort to loosen her swollen tongue from the roof of her mouth.  What the heck happened?

“Sean?” she croaked. Her voice was low and rusty from disuse. Had she passed out? They, she and her fiancé Sean, hadn’t even had that much to drink.

“No Sean here,” came a shaky singsong voice.

Had she passed out somewhere else? She shifted, moaning when her stomach shifted and slid like old grease on water. “This isn’t funny, Sean.” Finally she looked upward.

Not home. No where near home.

Weak sunlight filtered through the dingy mullioned glass block windows. From somewhere, a woman wept as if trying to do it in secret. The dirt floor was hard, and sported a colorful rug, a camped with a stingy mattress and rolled sleeping bag sat in one corner. While a toilet and shower, well more like a hose with a nozzle occupied the other corner. At least that section of the room had an actual floor. The faint stench of sewage gave her an idea of what was supposed to go on there.

Definitely not at home.

Rough gray cinder blocks formed the walls and thick wood and bars made up the front of the cell. A soft, soothing alto sang an old Cyndi Lauper song, something about girls having fun.

She was not having fun. She wanted to go home. She didn’t want to be in this dirty, filthy, hovel waiting for God knew what or even worse for whoever had grabbed her to come back and  and do what? Her heart pounded at the question.

 

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