Two sisters, one treasure, and a killer determined to have it all.
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.
Review 5 Stars
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.
Street Safe Excerpt
Those lips curved into a siren’s smile and conjured steamy weekends in bed. He shoved the coffee in Miles’ general direction and ignored his friend’s chuckle.
“May I help you?”
Decadent perfection tilted her head to the side and the tantalizing silkiness of her hair cascaded over a bare shoulder. When he met her eyes, a brownish-green, he nearly stopped breathing. Her! Only one woman he knew had hazel eyes. Surely the temptress standing before him wasn’t his very own masseuse? God, he didn’t even recognize her, all dressed up and with places to go. He drifted his gaze from head to toe. Damn, baby girl should leave her work smock at home. And now he couldn’t remember her name.
“I’m sorry I know you’re busy, but we’re having a little trouble finding our bartender.” Her sultry voice reminded him of satin sheets and candlelight. If she wanted to haunt his fantasies, then he would definitely make them a reality. What did he have to do to get her in bed?
“I’m the bartender.”
She arched a perfectly shaped brow. “For the bachelorette party?” She glanced around. “You seem pretty busy right here.”
He grinned. “I’ll get the first round started and then I’ll be at your beck and call. I’m Street, by the way.”
She lowered her lashes before meeting his gaze. “I know, although I always preferred Rue. Have you been avoiding me?”
Sounds incendiary, Lynn!
Curious bit here
A bilingual pun? I love it.