More Than Skin Deep - ISBN #1-84360-671-2
Hot Earth By Vonna Harper
You can’t always go back home.
Calina Rambo knows this, but circumstances force her to return to the southern Oregon orchard where her Mexican migrant family had lived. Settling up her mother’s estate was hard enough, but facing orchard owner Sayer Woods was even harder. The sexual heat between them is more than Calina can endure.
But will secrets of the past come between them and the love they find in each other’s arms? Do they have the strength to break the racial barriers between Mexican and Gringo?
Maybe you can go home again, if the love is hot enough to set the earth on fire.
Mostly Sunny With A Chance Of Belgian Chocolate By Elizabeth Jewell
Radio meteorologist Carter Allen has a voice that makes women’s toes curl, so when journalist Alexa Walker goes to interview him, she’s surprised to discover he has a body-and personality-to match. In fact, he’s an African-American, Belgian-chocolate-colored hunk of yummy goodness. Interview leads to lunch which leads to dinner which leads to mostly drunken sex in his apartment-and suddenly Lex finds herself caught in what’s starting to look suspiciously like the beginning of a relationship. But will Carter’s mother ever get over the fact that Lex is an older woman?
Xavier By Stephanie Burke
Life is all about choices, right? So why do all their choices seem to end with confusion?
Alena only wants to finish her college career and live life her way. Xavier wants a fresh start at a life unjustly stolen from him.
When they first meet, sparks fly, passion ignites, and the choices suddenly become much clearer. But with the machinations of a best friend, a prejudice that can’t be ignored, and a pain of betrayal surrounding them, will Xavier and Alena’s passion burn hotter, or explode into emotional despair?
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Excerpt
What was that? Uneasy, she slipped behind the nearest tree so she could watch whoever was approaching without being seen. The tree promised safety and strength, prompting her to run her hand lightly over the bark. It felt alive, like her-alive.
From the way the newcomer walked, she had no doubt it was a man-fairly young if his long, confident strides were any indication. His body language said he understood the lay of the land and was comfortable with the uneven ground. He seemed as one with his surroundings, wedded to and part of it. At home. Obviously she’d been wrong to think no one would be out this early, disturbing her private time.
She decided he was a worker getting an early start on the never-ending task of catering to the orchard’s needs. She could ask him how long he’d been working for Richard Wood and what kind of man his employer was. As for why she needed information about the man she held responsible for her father’s death-
The newcomer had been in shadow, but now he stepped into the newborn sunlight, giving her a much clearer view of him. Her heart all but skipped a beat when she realized he wasn’t Mexican as she’d expected but Caucasian.
What difference did it make? It wasn’t as if she didn’t come into daily contact with Gringos at work. But no matter how many times she did, there was always that first awkward moment while she waited for the white to comprehend she wasn’t some cowed illegal who barely knew a word of English but every bit as much an American citizen as they, complete with a career as a public health nurse.
Added to the mix this morning was the fact that it was just the two of them in this isolated and erotic place.
So? she argued with herself as the tall, too broad-shouldered man gazed around at his surroundings. When’s the last time you bumped into an axe murderer?
No, hardly an axe murderer, she amended as she continued her study of the newcomer. Feeling like a voyeur-a condition she had no intention of changing for the foreseeable future-she noted that although his flesh wasn’t as dark as hers, he was hardly some pale, hot-house creature. She wouldn’t call him stereotypically handsome. More like, damn is that body hot!
Licking her lips and pressing her hands against her middle until she felt the pressure in her groin-she wasn’t about to risk venturing lower again-she took note of muscled legs encased in jeans that looked as if they’d been in daily use for years. God, how she loved a healthy male body in jeans!
His ass was neither small nor large, and had just enough curve to it to make the jeans work at keeping him covered. The way he was turned, she couldn’t see his cock-bulge but a gal could dream, couldn’t she-especially a gal who suddenly felt like a sexual being when she hadn’t since she couldn’t remember when. Then there was that expansive back, the kind of physique a man got from doing physical things with his life.
Well, you can get physical with me, big boy. Don’t ask me why, but I feel as if I’m in heat this morning. So if you’re of a mind to take advantage of my condition, go for it! Go for it!