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Meet Tenaj Miller #KindleVella #MFRWhooks

Meet Tenaj Miller #KindleVella #MFRWhooks

Mayoral candidate Myron Parker knows what he wants and pursues his ambitions with calculated precision. Tenaj Miller Isn't taken in by Myron's glib manner or sexy voice. She knows he's a playboy and wants nothing to do with him. A chance meeting across a crowded room is enough to spark an already smoldering need Myron never knew he needed. With forces determined to undermine Myron and Tenaj at every turn only one thing can save them both a marriage of convenience. 

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Tenaj Miller had no idea why she agreed to come to this dinner. She had to be totally out of her mind. She peered around the atrium, the lush, green vegetation and hot house flowers, a fragrant backdrop for a veritable who’s who of Detroit’s money and power. She glanced at her watch. Five minutes and she still didn’t see her boss.

She huffed. The man pressured her to be here and he wasn’t even in sight. She advanced a few more steps into the room, aiming for the large glass windows overlooking the water. If she didn’t see Oscar Wallingburg in the next few minutes she was leaving and whatever or whomever he wanted her to contact could make an appointment.

Tenaj gave the dress a vicious tug and cursed herself for wearing it. The long, black dress sparkled with strategically placed crystals while beautiful and flattering was backless which meant she couldn’t wear a bra and it had a split that wouldn’t quit. The vee in the bodice dived too deep for her modest tastes and she feared her boobs would pop out. The only thing she could say about the whole evening was her hair withstood the ordeal. She and her roommate, Corrine, had carefully curled her ebony tresses into tiny spirals and then pinned them up and to one side. The effect was a cascade of curls that fell over one shoulder. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in one of the windows. Her best friend said she had the sensual mystique of a sex goddess. Tenaj thought she looked foolish. From the moment she entered the ballroom she’d been aware of the covert and overt looks, along with whispered comments.. All the attention made her wish she hadn’t worn the dress. She silently cursed her roommate for talking her in to the dress from Hell. She would’ve been more comfortable in a business suit. Which no one in the ballroom wore. Even the servers were in bowties and cummerbunds. Still she longed for a conservative business suit or at least a dress not so revealing. Even though many of the women were similarly attired.

 

“Hmm baby you are fine!”

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A Suitable Wife #MFRWhooks #KindleVella

A Suitable Wife #MFRWhooks #KindleVella

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Mayoral candidate Myron Parker knows what he wants and pursues his ambitions with calculated precision. Tenaj Miller Isn't taken in by Myron's glib manner or sexy voice. She knows he's a playboy and wants nothing to do with him. A chance meeting across a crowded room is enough to spark an already smoldering need Myron never knew he needed. With forces determined to undermine Myron and Tenaj at every turn only one thing can save them both a marriage of convenience. 

Myron Parker couldn't believe he signed on for this. All he needed was a few moments of silence or to get away from glad handing the people funding him. He may be running for Mayor, but his integrity was not for sale.

 

Scanning the ballroom, he pretended not to see his campaign manager trying to catch his eye. Myron turned to gaze out the window at the Detroit skyline. The buildings rose majestically against the blazing reds and pinks of the sun sinking below the horizon. Nearby lights danced across the inky water, distorted in the ensuing ripples as the riverboat ‘Detroit Princess’ chugged along. The meandering view was a perfect photo opp. for any legitimate camera buff.

 

Behind him, the ballroom pulsed with happy mood music and smattered laughter. Alcohol flowed freely, as did the false compliments. He grimaced. This lavish affair with seven buffet tables, champagne fountain, and open bar was on his behalf. He was the guest of honor, and he couldn’t have cared less.

 

Not that he didn’t appreciate the effort his campaign manager put forth, but the time could be better spent wooing the voters in a different way. The city, already in dire need of financial assistance, scrutinized any un-necessary spending, especially with Emergency Services and the education system failing. Detroit was his home and he didn’t like seeing it viewed as the worst city in America.

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The Cage Chronicles #MFRWhooks

The Cage Chronicles #MFRWhooks

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Decadence, indulgence, and anticipation are the things Essence desires of her night in the Cage. And she’s bought the perfect dress for the occasion. 
Sir has planned the perfect evening for his tardy sub in Chicago’s exclusive sex club. 
Seduction comes at the edge of a blade. Pleasure at the whisper of a caress, all is a prelude to Essence’s ultimate fantasy. But there are consequences to being late… 

The Cage is an on-premise lifestyle club, located in Chicago's chic, up and coming West Loop neighborhood. In this compilation of short chronicles, the hottest list of talented, best-selling authors from every genre will take you on an erotic tour through five floors of fantasy.

by Phoenix Daniels (Author), Lynn Chantale (Author), Cereza (Author), A. Monique (Author), Jeanie Johnsom (Author), Jayha Leigh (Author), King Elle (Author), Tony Rich (Author)  

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A smile curved her lips. a rocking good party was in full swing, and she couldn’t wait to participate. The wall in front of her slid open and sound slammed into her.

For a moment she was deafened by music, voices, and heat. She almost stepped back with the onslaught, but squared her shoulders and shoved through the thick soup of gyrating bodies, techno music and humidity.

A few heads swiveled her way, smiling or winking appreciation. Smiling, she added an extra hip sway. She loved this dress. She spent the better part of three months, brown bagging her lunch and extra hours in the gym just to make sure she was toned and curved for this dress.

By the time she reached the long sleek bar, the slinky, silk chemise was near transparent with perspiration and clung to her ample curves.

“Pink moscato,” she ordered when she caught the bartender’s attention.

While she waited for her drink she turned and scanned the crowd. Odd. She figured Sir would already be here. If he was here, he wouldn’t be hard to find. He was an easy six-two and built like a linebacker. And he would easily stand out amongst the slender, pretty, and less built patrons.

“Here ya go.”

Turning, she found her drink waiting. She picked it up and stopped. Something was written on the napkin She set the glass aside to read.

“Open the package and put it on.’

Essence dragged the package from her purse and ripped off the brown paper. Inside was a simple blindfold. Her heart skipped a beat. She was supposed to wear a blindfold in a sex club with a bunch of strangers.

She worked a little spit around her mouth thought better of it and took a fortifying gulp of wine. This was probably her punishment for being late. Well, it was her own fault. Had she not indulged in the extra twenty minutes of hydromassage after her workout, changed into the dress she was now wearing, and hit traffic, she’d have been here on time.

 

She slid the blindfold in place. Who was she kidding? Had she not changed at the gym, she’d be in even more trouble. It wasn’t like she went around in silk without underwear. Sipping her wine, she listened to the ebb and flow of the club. This was the main floor, well the party floor where all the bars, music and dance floors were centered.

A hand brushed her behind and she stiffened. Slowly she relaxed. Just someone walking by and got a little too close, she reasoned.

A flush of heat bloomed through her body. The sweetness of the wine helped settle any lingering nerves.

A hard body pressed into hers. “Are you here with anyone?” came the rich baritone.

“I am.”

He leaned close so his lips brushed her ear. A small shiver of awareness danced through her veins. “Maybe I see you with your man and he let me have a taste?”

Before she could respond, he was gone. She was so tempted to tear off the blindfold and see who he was.

Maybe she drank the wine a little too fast, but she definitely had a slight buzz from the alcohol. Glass now empty, she set it aside and leaned against the counter more for support than leisure.

A familiar scent, a deep woodsy pine whispered pass. She turned to get a better sniff and was grabbed around the waist. She opened her mouth to protest, and a hand was clamped over her lips.

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