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Safe Sisters 

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

 

Safe Promises

She was good at keeping secrets.

 

Zee was a woman of her word, but honoring her promise to a dead man was proving more and more difficult. And keeping secrets from Miles, the sexy sheriff, a man who ignites her passion and fulfills her every fantasy, only leads to more friction in their already volatile relationship. 

 

Miles knows Zee is hiding something from him and it has everything to do with his missing fugitive. He can’t allow his personal feelings or his relationship with Zee to prevent him from doing his job. After all, it’s his reputation on the line, his heart will heal. Or will it?   

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At the moment, she was pretty sure the man in question was still observing the house, but for Miles’ benefit, she allowed relief to sag her shoulders. Despite her role in everything, she couldn’t live with herself if Kyle did anything to hurt her sister Na’arah again. The first time it had been touch and go when Kyle nearly drowned her, and now that Na’arah was seven months pregnant...

Zee chewed her bottom lip. If only she hadn’t made that promise to Auggie.

“What are you keeping from me, Zemira?”

Her nipples tightened further and she sucked in a breath. The man missed nothing. Some of her guilt must have shown on her face. She swallowed and met his gaze, barely able to resist flinching beneath his scrutiny.

He crooked a finger.

She obliged him by stepping down one stair.

A half smile teased his lips.

Did he really think she was just going to jump in his arms? She wasn’t that easy.

He mounted the first step and even then, he rose above her by a good three inches. She was forced to tilt her head to maintain eye contact.

“You will tell me what you’re keeping from me.”

She lifted a hand and traced the buttons on his shirt, releasing each one as she went. “I tell you what you need to know, Miles.”

His hand closed over her wrist and he pinned her with that penetrating gaze of his. This time she did flinch. A girl could withstand just so much.

“Tell me. Are you wearing any panties beneath that tight short skirt?”

In answer, she grabbed his hand and shoved it beneath her skirt. “What do you think?”

His eyes widened at her boldness. She smirked. He should know better than to ask her questions like that.

“Still a bawdy little minx, I see.” He stroked her swollen lips dragging her honey to the half-hidden bundle of nerves.

She sucked in a breath as lightning quickened in her veins. Her grip tightened on the banister. He plunged two fingers into her welcoming channel, thrusting in and out. Her hips moved of their own volition. She moistened her lips with a quick dart of her tongue.

“That’s how you like me.”

He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth. “Some days.”

A chuckle escaped her throat. “The feeling is mutual.” She tugged down the hem of her skirt, moved to step down and Miles threw an arm out, his hand grasped the rail just below hers, blocking her path. She fought down mild annoyance. “I have somewhere to be.”

The clock in the hall chimed eight bells. “And where is that?”

She chose her words carefully. “I have a tattoo I need to fill in and this is the only time he has free.” If Miles suspected for one moment she wasn’t being entirely truthful, he’d never let her leave or worse demand to know what she was doing.

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Safe Sisters: Street Safe #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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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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His eyes were really mean. #MFRWhooks

 

An ancient sect of gods, known as Sin-Eaters, have one last chance to save humanity from an Emperor God bent on world domination. And it all begins with Gluttony.

Tialoc had one mission, find gluttony and return it to the tlazolli or sin box. He doesn’t expect to find the sin wrapped in a sexy chocolate-skinned woman or that she is his mate.

CJ accepts a trip to paradise to meet Tialoc. When an accident sidelines her before their first date, she’s hesitant to go at all. What she isn’t prepared for is the passion or love they share.

When their lovemaking has unexpected consequences, time is of the essence. Tialoc must convince CJ to embrace her destiny or lose him forever.

 

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The door opened with a whisper. CJ formed a greeting, but no sound emerged from her throat. She sucked in a breath as a tall, broad-shouldered man seemed to take up the entire doorway entered.

This couldn’t be the same man from the dating service. When he sent her his picture via text, she could’ve sworn it had been digitally altered. Now, staring at the strong square jaw, full lips and piercing dark eyes, the photo had not done him justice. His ebony hair was on the long side and framed his face like a fallen angel or lost god. CJ had the overwhelming desire to run her fingers through his wavy locks.

He strolled forward calling attention to the fluid way he moved. The man was built. His short-sleeve white polo showed off his bronzed skin. He lifted a hand drawing her gaze to the ink wrapped around one bicep. She couldn’t quite make out the design, but she’d love an opportunity to find out.

“CJ. You should have called as soon as you arrived.”

She snapped her mouth closed. His voice was as sinful as his body, low, smooth and decadent. And his accent. She heaved a sigh, then realized where she was. With a gasp, she ran her fingers through her hair. The sweet little twisted updo she’d sported earlier was loose and lopsided. This was not how she wanted to meet Tialoc for the first time.

“I brought flowers.” He placed a bouquet of orchids and lilies in her lap. Their fingers touched and a jolt of awareness raced up her arm.

She met his gaze. Desire simmered in his obsidian depths. For a moment she had the sensation of falling as she stared into his eyes. Warmth and security wrapped around her as easily as a hug. She longed to stay there. Such emotion and passion, it embraced and enfolded. Anything seemed possible...

“You didn’t tell me he was so yummy.” Tessie breezed in a man in a suit close on her heels. She dropped the balloons clutched in her fist. “I tell you if I didn’t have Avery...”

CJ tore her attention from Tialoc to her best friend. “Yeah. Is there anyone you didn’t call?”

Tessie plopped on the window seat. “Your parents. I didn’t want to worry them.”

Worry them indeed. Her parents would’ve been on the first flight out and would’ve pestered her every step of the way. Suddenly having Tessie and her fiancé hovering didn’t seem like a bad idea, but there was another person in the equation.

Her gaze wandered to the hunk seated next to the bed. His long jean-clad legs were stretched in front of him and crossed at the ankles. The man was such perfection she yearned to see him naked, to trace the definition of each muscle with her fingertips and then her lips.

CJ gripped the sheet in her fists and heat flooded her cheeks, desire ignited in her veins. Shocked at her reaction she gulped a deep breath.

“So when are they going to release you?” This was from Avery.

CJ returned her attention to the couple seated on her right. “I’m uh not sure. A doctor came in to see me, but I’m not sure he was really here.”

Avery patted her hand. A rumble of thunder filtered through the air. All looked toward the window.

“And the weatherman said no rain,” Tessie quipped.

“What did the doctor look like, maybe we passed him in the hall,” Avery suggested.

CJ shrugged. What could it hurt? “Average height, dark hair, mean eyes.” She shuddered as she recalled the coldness she’d seen. “His eyes were really mean.”

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