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Seducing His Wife | Reviews

Seducing His Wife | Reviews

shonte | 5.0 out of 5 starsLove, love, love!!!!

 I absolutely loved this book, I have a lot of books and have read a lot and every so often I take a long break after reading one before I read another but this just made me think why do I ever stop reading for a long period of time because when I do I miss out on romantic novels like this one I don't intend on going long with out reading again especially if it involve the characters from this book especially Matt he is sooooo romantic and for me it was the perfect love story for husband and wife!

I'm very happy it didn't fit the baby daddy baby momma statistics like other books it was about a successful Africa American couple who was married hit a bump in the road but let their love conquer it and I loved it especially being married it gives me hope! 🙂

Buy it and read it!!!

Kindle Customer | 5.0 out of 5 starsWonderful read!!

 I really enjoy this story. There love was so strong and passionate. Would recommend this love story to my friends.

Brenda | 5.0 out of 5 starsLoved it!!!!!

I love this story. It was amazing, so much pain led to so much love and passion. Very well done!!!!!!!

cdking | 4.0 out of 5 starsGood Read

This was a great read, I could hardly put it down. Great character development. I would definitely read more from this author!!!

Candace H. |5.0 out of 5 stars The Contractor's Baby

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What Had The Demigod Seen? #MFRWhooks

What Had The Demigod Seen? #MFRWhooks

“Once my father found me, I stayed in seclusion with one of the healers and a confidant.” Moctezuma continued as if nothing had happened. “I think that is the real reason my father wishes me to rule. He understands the suffering I’ve experienced and knows I will use my past to help others, to provide a more united front for our people and end the squabbling of who is better.” 

 

Huemac merely nodded. He would eradicate anyone who opposed him—not give peace a chance. Peace didn’t work. History had proven that time and time again. Peace merely prolonged the inevitable takeover by greedy disease-infested interlopers.

 

Still, he refrained from looking Moctezuma directly in the eye. The exchange had left him surprisingly shaken and he didn’t trust his voice not to quaver and betray his true emotions. Belatedly, he swore again. Metztli had done much of the same thing earlier, hadn’t she? Did the siblings share the same gift or was it just the force of their personalities?

 

Icy tendrils of fear crawled through his belly. No could know his plans.

 

“So you understand why this is so important? The last thing I want to do is be the harbinger of war.”

 

“Truly you do not believe that ancient prophecy?”

 

Moctezuma raised an elegant shoulder. “Just as the birth of Christ was foretold, so is war.”

 

Another long moment passed. Huemac was almost certain Moctezuma had seen the plot.

 

A servant, in a long flowing tunic and pale cotton pants the color of dry sand, hurried across the garden. As soon as he was within three feet of Moctezuma, he dropped to his knees and touched his forehead to the stones in front of the demigod’s feet. “Tecutli—Lord, your presence is needed before the priests.” Though muffled, the servant’s voice was clear and crisp.

 

Ehua—rise, Ichtaca.” Moctezuma said.

 

The servant did, but remained in a submissive posture, head bowed and hands clasped behind his back.

 

“Tell the priests I will arrive in due time. I am aware of the hour.”

 

Ichtaca bowed his head, backed away several paces before turning and leaving the garden.

 

Moctezuma glanced at the sky. The sun was still high in the cloudless blue sky, but it had passed its zenith. “I must see to my duties, Huemac. Perhaps before the ceremony, we can both shirk our duties for a time and go fishing.”

 

A real smile touched the corners of Huemac’s mouth. “Perhaps.”

 

Without another word, Moctezuma left the garden in a puff of green mist.

 

Huemac stared at the vacant spot with a mixture of contempt and fear. Just what had the demigod seen when he looked into Huemac’s eyes? 

 


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The Designer’s Bride #MFRWhooks

The Designer’s Bride #MFRWhooks

For cosmetics heiress Elisabeth Bach, finding the right man hasn’t been easy, especially when her father is bent on arranging her love life for his own twisted purposes. When she falls for fashion designer Jordan Carlisle, she knows she’s met The One, and she’ll do anything to keep their relationship secret from her father’s schemes.

Jordan Carlisle has been waiting a long time for a chance to date Elisabeth and he’s determined to make her his wife. Will a Valentine’s Day proposal be enough to keep her or will his checkered past destroy his future?

 


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Excerpt

“Are you playing matchmaker again, Dylan?”

He chuckled. “No ma’am. He saw you sitting alone.”

“I think I can take it from here,” a smooth, velvety voice interrupted.

Dylan nodded and backed away. Elisabeth straightened a little in her chair. Her breath stuck in her throat at the intensity of the newcomer’s stare. His long slow perusal left her body simmering.

His jet black hair was cut close, the smooth hairline tapering to neatly trimmed sideburns. Otherwise, his rugged face was clean-shaven. He smiled and her eyes were drawn to his full, sexy mouth. For a moment, she wondered how his lips would feel pressed against hers. Desire flooded her veins.

“Jordan Carlisle.” He offered his hand. The oversized watch on his wrist winked in the dim light, vying for attention with his gold cufflinks.

She accepted his hand. “Elisabeth.” She snapped her gaze to his at the crackle of electricity between them. He held her hand a second too long and flirtation gleamed in the depths of his coffee-colored eyes.

“Mind if I join you?” He waved to the vacant chair across from hers.

She shook her head and bit back a sigh when his biceps flexed against the dark silk of his suit jacket. He unbuttoned his coat and sat down.

“I hate dining alone,” he said, smiling apologetically.

“I do too. I was just about to leave.” She studied him from beneath her lashes before meeting his eyes a second time. He seemed familiar to her, yet she couldn’t quite place where she’d seen him. “Have we met before?”

He smiled, wide and easy, and her heart fluttered in anticipation.

“Not formally. I’m a friend of your brother’s. We went to college together.”

His dark good looks and devil-may-care eyes slid into place in her memory. The photo in her brother’s room, of the lacrosse team. Jordan had been the captain.

“You and Drew played lacrosse.”

He nodded. “How is Andrew? It’s been a few months since we’ve seen each other.”

“Out of town at the moment. At a conference.” She reached for her water glass and Dylan reappeared with a second menu. “I’ll have to tell Andrew we spoke.”

“I’m sure he won’t mind.” Jordan smiled again and she melted.

She shook her head. “He thinks I should get out more, but my father has a way of sabotaging my love life.” She sipped her water.

He regarded her a moment, avid interest shining in his eyes. “You are definitely worth protecting.”

Heat crept into her cheeks from his scrutiny as well as the compliment. “You’re pretty suave, aren’t you?”

He chuckled, a smooth laugh that reminded her of warm fudge. “When it suits me.”

“Like now?”

He inclined his head.

“And my father knows nothing about you?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

She picked up a menu. “Let’s keep it that way.”


 

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