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The Gold Standard | VIBE Romance #MFRWhooks

The Gold Standard | VIBE Romance #MFRWhooks

The Gold Standard (VIBE a Steamy Romance Book 8) by Lynn Chantale

Pain can be pleasurable, but secrets never are. 

Troy Curtis knows pain. He lives with it day in and day out. Only his daily workouts keep him sane. When he gets a new trainee at his gym, he wonders if his pain could be her pleasure.

Gold Falls needs to destress and one way of doing that is working out with a group of other VIPs. Sensing there is more to his bluster, she finds Troy’s gruff, trash-talking nature sexy and intriguing.

As their relationship heats up, a secret could tear them asunder.

Coming June 13th!

Chapter One

 

The sweet aroma of chocolate, cinnamon, and warm yeast greeted Troy as he rolled into PB & J Bakery. A bald black man, in a pale blue apron emblazoned with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on the bib, offered a quick nod of acknowledgment as he slid several cherry- and  chocolate-topped cupcakes into a waiting box. Troy returned the greeting as he waited his turn.

He perused the glass cases full of cookies, cupcakes individual pies cakes, and other pastries as he waited.  By the time it was his turn, Troy had his choices narrowed down to a creme brulee and a couple of the chocolate croissants.

“Hey Troy.”

“Avery!” he greeted. “How’s it going?”

Avery Cheathams grinned. “Great if I could keep my wife out the kitchen,” he said loud enough for a red-haired and very pregnant woman to hear.

“Penelope, it’s Troy.”

Penelope placed a tray of chocolate and fruit tarts on the top of the case.

“Hi Troy.” She blew a wisp of hair from her face. “I miss coming to class.”

“Miss having you there.”

“You were only supposed to work on Geneva’s cake, not plate the desserts,” Avery admonished.

“Sweetheart, you’re shorthanded in the kitchen.” Opening the display case door, she hesitated and then traded an empty tray for the full one. “See. Easy-peasy.” Clutching the empty tray to her bulging middle, Penelope waddled back through the swinging double doors.

Avery shook his head. “The woman will be the death of me.”

“She looks great.”

“The important thing is she’s happy,” Avery told him.

A pang of longing filled Troy.


 

VIBE Steamy Romance Series

The Baker's Touch (VIBE a Steamy Romance Book 1)

Valentine’s is always a busy time of year for PB and J Bakery.

With love fueling the need for sweet confections, there’s always room for romance. Even the anonymous gifts left for Penelope, by a secret admirer, are a welcome distraction from the chaos of chocolate and spongecake.

Penelope Bishop has an idea who’s sending the gifts, or at least she hopes it’s her sexy mystery man who stole a kiss on New Year’s Eve. The trouble is, she’s never seen him. Her only clues are dancing skills, a great pair of lips, and a sensual voice that haunts her dreams and every waking fantasy. All that pales when her assistant, Avery, inspires those same lustful thoughts.

Avery has loved Penelope from afar, but with her recent breakup, he doubts she’ll view him beyond the current role he has in her life...seeing eye person. He has one chance to woo a woman who defines her world through touch, scent, sound, and taste--think outside the dating box. When an old flame comes courting and makes Penelope an offer she just may accept, Avery has one last opportunity to make her his Valentine...he’ll have to bare all.


 

Blind Secrets (VIBE a Steamy Romance Book 2) by [Lynn Chantale]

When one is blind trust is important, but who can you trust when someone is trying to kill you? 

Wealthy, blind and grieving, Amelia Hastings-Bedford would gladly give away her fortune if it would bring back her beloved, Joshua. Knowing her money can’t, she forges into a marriage of convenience with Gareth, family friend and law partner.

Gareth Bedford knows two things; someone is trying to kill Amelia and someone is embezzling company funds. Gareth does all he can to protect Amelia from her enemies., but doing so places him in the crosshairs.

When a family member’s action creates tragic consequences only one thing can save Amelia. Joshua.


 

Broken Lens (VIBE a Steamy Romance Book 3) by [Lynn Chantale]

Geneva Martin enjoys photography and has earned quite a reputation for her prints. Armed with an ordinary smartphone, Geneva captures the world around her. What’s amazing is she can’t see.

Serefina Gellar has idolized Geneva from afar. When she gets the opportunity to meet Geneva, Serefina realizes she wants to be Geneva and will do anything to achieve that goal.

Geneva doesn’t realize she now has a stalker. However, after taking a random photo, Geneva also becomes a killer’s target.

Stalker. Killer. It’s just a matter of time before one of them gets to her first.


 

There’s a crazed killer on the loose and part-time pro wrestler/full-time private investigator Swift Time fears this case just might be his last.

 

Luckily this PI has an advantage in the ring and when it comes to tracking down fugitives: he's got a touch of ESP and he's not afraid to use it. Swift Time has no problem utilizing his unique skill to find a missing person, solve a murder, or bring in the bad guy but when it comes to his affection for successful bar owner Abigal Alexander, his power is useless.

 

While their love blooms, bodies are stacking up and only Swift Time can put a stop to it. With his wrestling career and new relationship hanging in the balance, can he protect Abigail while tracking down the relentless murderer? Or will he lose everything because he neglected his supernatural ability to see it all coming?


 

Samson “Stx” Denver had a fabulous life until a careless mistake robs him of his sight. Angry and bitter, the last thing Stx wants is a relationship. No matter how much he shoves away the woman with the siren’s voice, the more she gets in his head and heart.

 

August “Sol” River knows what it’s like to have one’s world rip apart. She, too, is visually impaired, but she has to put away her personal feelings in order to raise a child that isn’t hers.

 

The heart wants what the heart wants. Neither can deny the attraction or love, but will their love be enough to overcome their personal challenges?


 

VIP's Revenge (VIBE a Steamy Romance Book 6) by [Lynn Chantale]

Blind does not mean helpless. 

Friends Penelope and Amelia have faced challenges their entire lives, but they didn't expect being hunted by a maniac hellbent on ridding the world of successful blind people to be one of them.

The way Mr. VIP sees it, he's waited long enough to seek revenge on those who have wronged him. After breaking out of jail, he hopes to join forces with other like-minded criminals to carry out his plan. But can there truly be honor among killers?

When both Penelope and Amelia's sighted husbands are kidnapped, the women know they are going to have to face off against Mr. VIP and his band of villains. But they refuse to be afraid. They are not easy targets and will not go down without a fight.


 

Jason wants to break his rules, but sabotage is on the horizon.

 

As a rule, Jason Michaels never dates co-workers or subordinates. Whenever his assistant GG it around, he finds the rule difficult to keep. Not only was she his sous chef before a tragic accident left him blind, but she’s followed him to help in his lucrative food truck business.

Greta “GG” Gaines has loved Jason as long as she’s known him. She knows he lives an alternative lifestyle, but she’s willing to learn in order to be with him. At long last, romance blossoms between them, but her efforts will have to face one more challenge.

As the two pursue the chemistry between them a much larger threat looms. Someone is intent on sabotaging the business. Will their love and devotion be enough to overcome their obstacles? Or will yet another villain prevail?

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Forever In Love #MFRWhooks

Forever In Love #MFRWhooks

Bonnie wants a life devoid of her past, but she lost her heart to an older man years ago when she was too young to do more than wish for a knight in tarnished armor. Now that she's all grown up, maybe reconnecting with the man who holds her heart isn't such a bad idea after all.

Buck has waited a long time for the woman of his dreams, but he's nobody's hero. He's played the game, made mistakes, and paid his debt to society. Now that he's changed his ways and professed his intentions to Bonnie, his past deeds could cost him his future.

 


5 Star Review

EC "This book reminds me of a great love"

PLEASE BUY THIS BOOK IF YOU BELIEVE IN A LOVE THAT LAST FOREVER!!!!!!

I loved this books it was written so well that I got lost in the book and devour every page at one setting. SO much background given you begin to fall in love with Buck and Bonnie (Sassy) buy this book and you will not be disappointed and will beg for more which is what I am about to do.

Excerpt

“Ms. Carson—”

“I’m coming!” Bonnie snapped. Once the board was pried loose, she dropped the pack into the waiting opening, then replaced the wood. She stood and dusted off her clothes. She closed the closet, then yanked open the front door. A quick glance at the heavy wrought iron screen door, as much for decoration as it was for security, was sufficiently locked. She twisted the deadbolt for added insurance. “Do you have identification?”

The slightly plump, white haired woman huffed, her smooth walnut skin held tiny lines around her mouth and eyes. Those lines only deepened when she pursed her coral-lined lips. “Young lady, we’re here to investigate a complaint that there are minors in the home without proper supervision.”

Bonnie lifted her chin in defiance. “Who made that ridiculous call?”

“I’m not at liberty to say.”

“We need to come in.”

“No, you don’t. This is my home and for all I know you could be some sort of serial killer pretending to be a social worker,” Bonnie said with a slight sneer. “I watch the news. Just last week some couple called this co-ed and said she needed to come home right away because something happened to her mother. When she left her dorm, two men kidnapped and killed her.” She shook her head. “I’m not letting you in my home.”

Behind her, Dexter’s giggle drifted to her from the kitchen and it took all her willpower to maintain a straight face at the woman’s wide-eyed shock.

“Now do you have ID?”

With a huff, the woman and the male officer behind her produced the required items. “Now open the door.”

Bonnie scoffed. “Pu-leeze. I let you in and that gives you license to go through my underwear drawer. You can say what you have to say from here, and if I open the door wide enough you can see the whole house.”

Metal scraping concrete pulled her focus from the couple standing in front of her to the tall lean figure at the bottom of the stoop. He eased the rickety chain-link fence gate closed behind him. As she met his gaze, her breath stilled in her throat. She always loved the deep blue of his eyes, but he never noticed her and why should he? She was just a kid. Just another runner on the block whose only edict was not to look in the bag. She kept her end of the deal and he kept his, but it didn’t stop her from fantasizing about his chocolate brown hair or full lips. What would it be like to steal a kiss from an older man?

“Hey, sassy. You didn’t tell me we were having company. I’d have come home sooner,” the newcomer said shouldering his way past the couple on the porch.

Bonnie stood dumbstruck. Was he really coming to her rescue?

He twisted the knob, then patted his pockets. “I seem to have left my keys.”

That pulled her from her stupor. “Right, right. I found them on the dresser,” she replied smoothly and turned the locks. “They surprised me as well, Buck.”

Buck flashed a knee-weakening smile. “That’s all right. You should’ve called me,” he admonished as he entered the house, then leaned down to hug her.

He was a little sweaty, but not unpleasant and his scent—outdoors, fresh cut grass and musk—teased her senses. If she could hold onto him forever it wouldn’t be long enough.

“Reach in my shirt pocket and grab the envelope. Everything you need’s inside,” he whispered in her ear.

With trembling fingers she obeyed, and he shifted to mask her movements as she jammed the paper in her pocket. He released her and straightened, but kept an arm around her shoulders. For the first time since her parents walked out just before Christmas five months ago, she felt safe.

“You live here?” This was from the woman, her face all scrunched and frowny.

Buck glanced over his shoulder. “Is that a problem?”

“We thought they were unsupervised.”

“Since when did a legal adult require supervision?” Buck demanded, a hint of a smile on his lean face. “I know my girl here looks young, but she’s of age. Finished her first semester at the local college, didn’t ya, babe?”

Bonnie nodded. “Mid-terms are this week and I really need to get back to studying.”

“What exactly is it you need to see?” Buck gently nudged Bonnie behind him as he blocked the entrance.

“We need to know that the minor in the home is taken care of,” the woman said.

He glanced at Bonnie.

“Fine,” she muttered. She did not want these people in her home, but if it got them out of her hair faster than so be it.

The social worker filed in, while the officer stayed on the porch and lit a cigarette. Menthol trailed the woman into the house. Bonnie stood to one side watching her.

“You’ve a very nice home.”

She opened her mouth to say something snide and Buck squeezed her shoulder. “Thank you,” she said instead. Did this heifer think everyone who lived in the hood had nasty houses with rats and bugs crawling over everything? That was not how she was raised, even if her parents decided they were no longer fit to finish raising them.

The woman nodded and continued into the kitchen. Dexter paused long enough to look up from his homework, shook his head and returned his attention to the book on the table.

“If she’s staying for dinner, I’m eating in my room,” he muttered.

Bonnie bit back a laugh while Buck chuckled then coughed behind her. “She’s not staying for dinner.”

The worker flashed a tight smile. “No, I have my own family dinner to get to.” She walked over to the cabinets and opened each one. “Kitchen seems well stocked.”

Bonnie opened her mouth and, again, Buck squeezed her shoulder. “I do my best,” she managed through clenched teeth.

The social worker nodded. “Very well. Thank you for your time, Ms. Carson, but you understand we have to check out these complaints.”

She nodded as the worker left the house. Bonnie waited until her unwanted guests walked down the porch and entered their vehicles before she confronted Buck. Fists on hips, she gazed up at him. “What do you want?”

A smirk twisted his lips. “Nothing at all, sassy.”

“Right. Tell me another one.”

He chuckled. “You’re a suspicious little thing. I was just helping.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Why?”

“Because, unlike a lot of the other people around here, you’re actually trying to make something of yourself. I can respect that.”

“So what do you want?”

When he stepped closer, she held her ground. If he could intimidate her by invading her space, he was sadly mistaken. Any kind of weakness on the street and she wouldn’t last a day, and then there was her brother. His welfare was paramount. She met and held Buck’s gaze. Something flickered in the cerulean depths then disappeared before she could decipher it.

“If you were a little older, I’d tell you, but for now a thank you will suffice.”

She swallowed hard. Owing a debt to a man like Buck was not what she wanted. It was one thing to help him keep his business going, but this, him rescuing her, was something different.

Buck was dangerous. Well, to maintain his business and stature he had to be. He was the savior of a dying and dysfunctional neighborhood, keeping a semblance of order when the police were afraid to answer emergency calls. She saw him here and there, but for the most part he stayed in the shadows. And now he was in her living room playing the white knight, and she was thankful he’d given her a chance to work for him so she could support herself and her brother. Between being a runner and her part-time job at the local supermarket, she could just scrape by.

“You have a problem with that?”

She nodded.

“Get over it, sassy. You’re under my protection and that means no more hustling on the streets.”

She scoffed. “I don’t need your help.”

He arched a brow. “No? And what if I hadn’t showed up?”

She opened her mouth and quickly snapped it shut. If he hadn’t showed up the officer and social worker would have probably forced their way in and taken them both. “Fine. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. You all right in there, young blood?”

“Yeah. I don’t like this reading thing,” Dexter answered.

“Keep at it. You’ll need it if you want to go far in this life.”

“I want to build things. I don’t need to read if I want to build things,” he replied stubbornly.

Bonnie watched the exchange with some amusement. Buck appeared to give the statement some consideration and she couldn’t wait to hear his answer.

“Then how will you know what materials to order or the architect’s specifications if you can’t read very well?”

She tuned out of their conversation as she made her way to the kitchen to finish dinner.

“Can Buck stay for dinner?” Dexter asked.

“I’m sure he doesn’t want neck bones and greens.” She glanced over her shoulder.

“And why wouldn’t I?” A distinct challenge in his warm honeyed voice. “Because I’m white?”

She looked at him, then at her brother and finally back at him. The thought had crossed her mind, but not just his skin color. She was sure a man like Buck would rather have a thick steak and a fat juicy potato on his plate than what she could afford on five dollars a day, if that.

Buck shifted from his post on the wall and sat at the head of the scarred dining table. “I grew up on a farm in Arkansas and we ate plenty of greens, beans and purple hull peas.”

She huffed and set a plate in front of him, then Dexter. She placed a small plate of cornbread on the table near Buck’s elbow. “And you decided Michigan would be a better place to live?”

“I was stationed here for a bit while I was in the military and after I left I never went back home.”

She filled her own plate and sat down at the only vacant chair at the table, between her brother and Buck. A sense of peace stole through her. She didn’t have many of these moments in her life and she was determined to hold on to this for as long as it lasted.

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Sex, Lies, & Joysticks #MFRWhooks

Sex, Lies, & Joysticks #MFRWhooks

For the first time in a long time, Randa Arnold is happy beyond measure. She has the love of her husband, Linc and her paramour Matteo. After the fulfillment of a mutual sex fantasy and an unbelievable night of passion her world is turned upside down.

 

Lincoln never expected his wife to fall in love with another man, even though he knew that was a possibility. He loves his wife, but just can't wrap his mind around her emotionally attached to someone else, so he does the only thing he can, he forces Matteo to leave.

 

Forcing Matteo to leave has some unexpected consequences. Randa is despondent, yet keeps a brave face. This only intensifies Linc's sense of guilt. If that weren't enough, someone is threatening his wife. His only chance at redemption and to get to the bottom of the threat is to bring Matteo back. Only one problem, the man can't be found.

Excerpt

Lincoln drummed his fingers on the scarred wood table of the booth. Whatever Selena had to say, she would say it tonight. He lifted the tan ceramic mug of coffee to his lips and sipped the now lukewarm brew.

The bell above the diner door jangled, and Lincoln focused his attention on the newcomer. Average height, dark-brown skin almost the color of soot, and rust-colored hair. She could’ve been beautiful, but too much smoking and partying had hardened her features. The woman was thick and curvy, with full lips and brown eyes. In another time and place, desire would’ve flooded him. Now he felt nothing.

What he ever saw in Selena other than a piece of ass, he couldn’t say. He remembered what it was—he’d been lonely. Randa had been extremely hurt over learning he’d been unfaithful and her subsequent miscarriage. So that left Selena.

Selena was the live-in health aide who had assisted his wife after her surgery nearly six years ago. Since he couldn’t be the one to provide his wife comfort and companionship, he turned to Selena, who was more than happy to fill the void.

She offered him a tight smile as she approached. He didn’t return the gesture.

“What did you need to see me about?” he asked once she sat. The server approached, and he waved the waitress away.

“I don’t even get a hello?” Selena batted her lashes at him.

“Or a glass of water. Now what was so important you couldn’t tell me in a text?”

She huffed, slouched in her seat, and reached in her pants pocket and placed a crumpled piece of paper on the table. “I thought the news would be better in person.”

Lincoln scooted to the edge of the seat, ready to leave. He didn’t have time to play games with her, not after the wonderful afternoon he’d spent with his wife and the evening he still had planned.

“No. Wait. Please.” The desperation and plea held him more than her hand on his wrist. “I’m sorry. You still twist me all in knots, and I can’t have you.”

Lincoln sat. “No, you can’t.”

“Well, here’s a piece of news I know your wife will appreciate. I’m dying.” Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “I swear, I’m telling the truth. I’ve the doctor’s report and everything.” She tapped the paper.

He stared at her, then the page beneath her finger. Surely he hadn’t heard her correctly, but there it was in black and white. Dying? Probably what bothered him most was that he felt nothing. This could be another one of her ploys to work her way back in his life. It wouldn’t be the first time. She’d tried something similar after she realized he wasn’t going to leave Randa for her. Selena went so far as to inject herself with medication that would mimic the symptoms of a chemo patient.

By then, he and Randa were working things out and had come to an agreement to open their marriage, Selena being the first. Her jealousies and undermining Randa’s confidence nearly toppled the tentative bond he and Randa had forged. Randa meant everything to him, and he wasn’t going to let another female destroy what they were building.

Lincoln was so stuck on the first part of Selena’s news he nearly missed the second, more important piece. He focused on her.

“Say that again.”

She sat back with a smug twist of her lips. “I said you have a daughter.”

Anger surged through him. There was no way in hell any of the words she had just spoken were true. He jumped from his seat, tossed some bills on the table, and then jerked her from the booth. Ignoring the stares of the other patrons, Lincoln marched Selena from the diner.

Once they hit the crisp air, heavy with rain, he shoved her against the rough exterior of the building. Eyes wide with fear, she stared up at him. He placed a hand at her throat.

“I’d kill you myself if I thought I could get away with it. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t walk away from you.”

“Because I wanted to hurt you the way you hurt me.” She held up a small envelope, the paper shaking so hard it rattled.

He snatched it from her and stepped away. He ripped it open and pulled out the birth certificate. His name was listed as the father. This still wasn’t enough proof. “And how do I know this is legit and not something you forged?”

She slid down the wall and sat on the asphalt. “You’re the only man I was involved with at that time.” She dropped her head in her hands. “I just need to know my kid will be taken care of after I’m gone.”

Shaking his head, he walked away.

“Please, Lincoln. I have to know.”

 

 

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