clear rules: no expectations, no commitments, no one gets hurt. She doesn’t
need a diamond ring to bring her happiness. She just needs Jared. Fine, fit,
and ferocious in bed, Jared is Calisa’s ideal combination of friend and lover.
But the no-strings status they’ve shared for years is about to get very
most women long for: sexy, successful, and ready to settle down. He knows
convincing the commitment-phobic Calisa that forever is nothing to fear won’t be
easy—especially when his ex turns up with a daughter she never told him about.
In a heartbeat, Jared and Calisa’s passion goes from fiery to fragile. He wants
to hold on to the love they share but is terrified that their next night
together could be their last…
stories with my Barbie Dolls. There was no subject I didn’t tackle. It was
always my dream to write a soap opera. As I grew older, I assumed that dream
was just that… a dream.
always instilled in me the importance of reading. There was never a time when I
wasn’t going to read, in the process of reading, or just finished reading a
book. It was also my mother who, later on in my life, gave me my first romance
novel: Indigo by Beverly Jenkins. From that moment on, I became a fan of Ms.
Jenkins for life and a lover of all things romance.
“Why don’t you get rid of the stiff and come up to my room?”
Tempted as she was, Cali wasn’t going out like that. “No,” she breathed, suddenly feeling very…hot. “I have a date.”
Slowly, Jared edged closer to her. She retreated until the hard doorknob dug into her back. Reaching behind her, he flipped the lock on the door, the click echoing in the empty bathroom. Sucking in a deep breath, she waited, anticipating his next move.
His fingers flitted across the hem of her dress and he inched it up a bit. Kneeling down, he slipped his hands under her dress and slowly pulled down her underwear. She held her breath, wondered what he would do next.
“Step out of them,” he ordered in a low, deep voice.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she stepped out of her lace panties. With a smirk, he stood up, tucked the thin material into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and pulled out a tiny key card. He placed it in her hand and closed her fingers around it. “Room 1179,” he murmured, his lips a mere inch away from hers. Closing her eyes, she took in the smell of cognac on his breath and leaned closer.
His soft laugh brought her mind back to their location and she opened her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but he placed a finger over her lips.
“Shh. Try not to think about what I’m going to do to you, while you’re on your date.” Swinging open the door, he walked out, whistling.
She hated him—in the best way.