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Test her limits #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.

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Excerpt

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?

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P. Montgomery "Na'arah the masseuse had a thing for her client everyone called Street who owned the bar across from the salon she had just purchased from his uncle Angie, a known ladies man. Little did she know, Street had a thing for her as well. The injury to his leg that caused him to seek a masseuse left him insecure which caused problems for them. An incident occurred which caused Street to bring Na'arah home with him for her safety and they were both happy about it however, things continued to fall apart for them. Na'arah's sister Zemiah (Zee) was in love with the town Sheriff Miles, but had a huge secret she was keeping from him. Moral of the story, communication goes a long way to stop assumptions. Trusting the person. You love with the truth could most likely keep trouble at bay. I enjoyed these sisters."

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Seducing His Wife by Lynn Chantale

Haunted by nightmares, Sheridan Sinclair just wants to get through one night without reliving the terrible accident that led to her miscarriage. And she longs for the arms of the man who betrayed her. Matthew Sinclair has always loved his wife, but when she refuses to speak to him after her accident, he's left to wonder what went wrong. When a stolen kiss ignites their forgotten passion, he'll use their love as a means to get her home and in his bed again.

 

Will a husband’s plan of seduction be enough to heal a wife’s broken heart?

 

"Indulge Your Inner Romantic"

Excerpt

Sheridan laid her needlepoint on her lap and picked up the phone on the second ring. “Hello?”

 

“Did I wake you?” The rich timbre of Matthew’s baritone voice sent tingles down her spine.

 

She wiggled her toes in excitement. He actually called. “No. I couldn’t sleep.”

 

“You have a moment?”

 

“Yeah.” She picked up her needlepoint again, cradling the phone between her shoulder and ear.

 

“I’m working on a presentation, and I haven’t found my attention-getter.”

 

“What’s it about?”

 

“Employee turnover.”

 

“Start with the amount of money a company loses each time they have to train someone who doesn’t stay for more than ninety days.”

 

He chuckled. “That’s not really why I called.”

 

“I know. You’ve had your presentation done for weeks, but I’m glad you called, anyway.”

 

“Really?”

 

She swallowed hard. She hadn’t meant to admit she was glad to hear from him, but the words had already been said, and she wasn’t prepared to lie to him. “Yes.” She cleared her throat. “I’ve made my decision.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“I’ll do what you ask on one condition.”

 

“I’m listening.”

 

“Don’t ever ask me why I left.”

 

He remained silent for so long she pulled the phone from her ear and checked the display screen to make sure he hadn’t disconnected the call.

 

“But…” He fell silent again. “Fine. I’ll agree if you share the same bed with me. We’re not doing separate rooms and all that crap.”

 

She almost laughed. “What is this, quid pro quo?”

 

“I get what I want, and you get what you want. What’s the harm in that?”

 

At the moment, she couldn’t see any harm. All that mattered was he not ask her again why she left. “None, I guess. What time?”

 

“Does tomorrow afternoon work for you?”

 

“All right.”

 

“I’ll drop the keys off at the store before I go to work. What time will you be there?”

 

“Any time after six. I have inventory,” she responded.

 

“So early? And here I am keeping you awake. I’m sorry.”

 

“Don’t be.” She would’ve been up anyway, and she enjoyed talking to him, despite everything. “I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight.”

 

“Goodnight. Oh, and Sheridan?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Thanks.”

 

The line went dead. Sheridan slowly returned the phone to the cradle and turned the ringer off. The soft smile she wore moments ago faded. She was going back home. She clasped a hand over her pounding heart. What had she agreed to? Panic seized her and shook her hard. She and Matthew would be in the same bed. Had she lost her mind? She breathed deep.

 

The situation wasn’t permanent. She was merely helping Carolyn so she could get Sean back as quickly as possible. The thought steadied her. And speaking of Carolyn…

 

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