March 14, 2019 at 6:43 pm #474
Novelist, Reviewer, Content Editor, Blogger, T-shirt Wearer, and Professional Snacker; Tracy A. Ball is a native Baltimorean and a veteran West Virginian whose family is blended from three cultures. She has opened her home to foster children, drug addicts, AIDS victims, and anyone who needed an assist. She knows people who have committed murder and people who have dined with the Pope.
Which is why she writes sweet stories about tough love, tough stories about sweet love, and takes long naps.March 14, 2019 at 6:51 pm #475
Holden’s desire knew no limits. Holden’s family respected no boundaries. Not to worry, Cherry can fix that. Cherry can fix anything…except herself.
Being in love with Holden, one of the notorious Latche twins, has freed Cherry from her ghosts. Now, she wants to help everyone -with or without their consent. Her unyielding opinions influence every relationship on the Latche family farm. While her involvement may not always be welcome, at least her intentions are pure.
And that’s a problem.
Purity doesn’t work for Holden. Abstinence is not a part of his womanizing agenda. Besides, Cherry has two secrets too many as far as he is concerned. The lack of information about her family and her intimate exchanges with Eric– the other notorious Latche twin.
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Holden poured the wine and served them. They finished the crab in companionable silence. It was too good to talk through.
“I can’t believe I slept so long.” Cherry bit into her duck and moaned with pleasure.
“You were up very early this morning. It was bound to catch up with you.”
“I guess. What did you do today? Besides all of this.” She waved her fork over her plate then stabbed a pepper.
“I took a nap myself, on your sofa. I went home for a while. I went to the store, came back and started dinner.”
Inwardly, it amused Cherry. They sounded so normal.
“Everybody said hello and Pattycakes was wondering if you would consider going with her to the gym again.”
His easy comments made her wistful. She missed the Latches. “This is so good.” Cherry savored the potatoes. She hadn’t forgotten what a good cook he was, but the proof was overwhelming.
“Thank you. I haven’t done it in a while. It was fun.” He studied her across the table, his gaze softly intense.
“So what have you been doing with yourself since…you know?” It had been pleasant. She hadn’t planned to go there.
“Since you’ve been gone? I haven’t done anything. I couldn’t function without you.”
“Holden, let’s not do this. Your dinner is wonderful, but it doesn’t change anything.”
“What?” he scoffed. “Do you think I’m trying to seduce you or something?”
“Aren’t you?” It stung a little that he didn’t seem interested, but she wasn’t going to dwell on that.
“What would that earn me?” His gaze was thick with knowledge. “I cooked because I was hungry and I thought you would be too. There’s no secret meaning behind it.” He picked up a portabella with his fingers and offered the tasty morsel to her with a wink.
She accepted his offering before she realized what she was doing. She squeezed her eyes shut against her unguarded behavior. The man was lethal.
“You might as well relax. This is going to be a bumpy ride but, we’re already on it. There’s no point in making things any harder than they need to be for either of us. Let’s just get through it.”
“You seem… I don’t know, relaxed.”
“I am. At least a little more relaxed. We’ve already survived seeing each other for the first time. Those first moments. I confess, I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. I was terrified when I woke up, but you hadn’t disappeared. I made myself go home. You were still here when I got back. It was a relief.”
“I live here.”
“With your track record, that didn’t give me any confidence.” He refilled their wine glasses. “Being able to breathe for an entire day has been great.”
“Why do you keep saying that?”
“Because that’s what it felt like, not seeing you. Like I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t. Not when I didn’t know if you were okay.”
“Y-you can’t say things like that to me.” Before he could ask why, the phone rang. “I’m sorry. I have to get this,” she said when she heard the ring tone. “My friend’s worried. I should have called her.” She reached for her cordless. “I know. You were worried. Sorry, Jeanie. I should have called.”
“Pppfffhhh. I know you’re all right. I didn’t call for you. Where is that yummy hunk of man of yours?”
“Holden. He’s still there, isn’t he? Tell me you did not send him away. If you did, please tell me you sent him to my house.”
“How did you~”
“Chica, please. I’ve talked to him three times already. I was going to have him for dinner, but he’s an awful lot to eat.”
Cherry closed her mouth, held out the phone and said, “it’s for you. Although I’ve no idea why you would be getting calls from my so-called friends.”
Holden gave her a shameless grin as he accepted the device. “Jeanie.”
Cherry’s nostrils flared. “Of course.” She remembered when he was on the phone with her, he always sounded like he was in between licks of something he thought was delicious.
“I’m putting you on speaker, Jeanie.” He pushed the button. “We don’t want to give Cherry the wrong idea.”
“Pppfffhhh. Cherry knows me well enough to already have the wrong idea. Did you use the candles?”
“No. I told you, I’m not going for romance.” He shot Cherry a smoldering glance. “Not tonight, anyway.”
“What a waste. Mister, you were made for romance.”
“What are you calling me for?” He didn’t sound at all disturbed.
“‘Cause you’re yummy. And because I couldn’t remember what you said to do with the potatoes.”
“Mash them like you normally do but instead of milk, add about a cup of ranch dressing.”
“Gotcha. And the pumpkin cheese-cake?”
“Drizzle the caramel. If you put on too much, it will overwhelm it. You want to be the sweetest thing in front of him.”
“Ohh baby. Can I keep you?”
“My dinner is getting cold.”
“Set it on your lap. That will heat it right up. That would heat me right up.”
“Have fun tonight, Jeanie.”
“I will. Especially later tonight. You are going to star in my dreams as a pirate.”
“Arrgghhh.”March 15, 2019 at 1:05 am #511
Everything changed with one jump.
Shattered, Leaf fled to the last place she wanted to be— Onyx Narpole’s world…Onyx Narpole’s arms.
Leaf Harper was Onyx’s enemy; he made sure of it. Onyx could forget everybody and everything, but he could not forget why.
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While yachting off the Florida Keys, Leaf came toward Onyx waving a bottle of sunblock.
“What do you want me to do with that?”
“Eat it. What do you think I want you to do? My back.” She presented him with said back.
While she couldn’t see him, he admired her blue one-piece suit. “You don’t have enough back to do. But, I’ll fix it.” He flicked his finger and her suit became a low cut, Mint-green, two-piece. “Hand me the lotion.”
Leaf gave him the bottle.
He poured a liberal amount into his palm. When he looked up, she was wearing a fire-engine-red, string bikini. “Is that enough back for you?” She scooted onto the bench, directly between his outstretched legs and smiled over her shoulder.
Onyx caught his breath and said, “Careful, Harper. If you push me another round, you’ll be in a thong.”
She moved her hair out of his way. “So will you.”
He looked down to see that she turned his trunks into a pair of mint-green Speedos.
Onyx paid her back by taking his time applying the sunblock. He turned the application into a massage. It was a good excuse to touch her. He wanted to touch her. Narpoles did whatever they wanted.
Leaf knew what he was doing. She punished him by allowing it. Yeah. That will teach him.
Onyx was done rubbing in sunblock long before he was done touching her. Having no other excuse, he decided, he didn’t need any. He pulled Leaf back against him and was instantly invigorated by her warmth, her scent.
Leaf stiffened. He had a six-pack and v-lines.
“Cassenia is a half million miles that way,” he pointed. “We’re all by ourselves in the middle of the ocean. There isn’t even a seagull around to see. Who is going to know, Leaf?” One hand encircled her waist, while the other fingered the bouncy strands of her hair.
Leaf relaxed. She thought about the chest she was lounging against. It felt like it was chiseled from granite. “Nobody. Because this isn’t real.”
She rubbed the muscles in his arm and practically purred. Just because it isn’t real, doesn’t mean it isn’t fun.
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Death is my mission. Deserving or not, my onus is to bring it. No one can stop me from wreaking havoc. Not my brothers, not the pirate’s curse I carry, not the sea witch’s bargain, not even the sirens… Perhaps, the sirens…the one siren. But all I can offer the beautiful seductress, all I can bring her, is death. It’s who I am.
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I didn’t know where the others were, but Tristian, Rauel and I were taken to a pen. It wasn’t large or particularly comfortable but a small cave with bars that appeared to have been salvaged from some-long forgotten ship. I imagined lots of things from long-forgotten ships were hoarded in these caves.
Tristian and Rauel belonged to my vanguard. Deadly fighters and trustworthy men. That was, if you considered men who plunder to be trustworthy. I knew enough about them to anticipate what was coming. Tristian was claustrophobic. He hesitated at the cave’s entrance and turned on the siren.
I drew my sword and turned on him. “We all must die sooner or later. Your choice.”
Rauel went into the cave without a backward glance. He had called me unpredictable on more than one occasion.
“Baldassare, I can’t go in there,” Tristian said.
“You can, and you will.” I nudged him with my sword tip.
It was low, almost inaudible. I felt it before I heard it, snaking its way around my heart. My sword arm went limp. Tristian didn’t notice. He, too, was captured by the siren’s magic. Rauel came forward, enchanted, called by this temptress. The bitch. I didn’t understand what she was doing, but I didn’t want her to stop.
All too soon, she did stop. I was sure we looked as stupid as we felt.
“Get in the pen.” Her words were cold, but her eyes were black magic. My member stiffened, not for the first time since I’d seen her.
“There are seven deadly sins,” she said. “I can sing and make you guilty of all of them.” She locked the cage behind us.
“Wait,” Rauel called before she moved away. He didn’t have anything to say. He just didn’t want her to leave.
“Who built this?” He touched the bars.
While he talked, I committed her to memory. I wanted a detailed image when I pampered my erection.
“You are not the first men to make landfall.” She spoke as if he was impertinent for asking.
Tristian knelt, pressing his face against the bars, taking deep breaths. “There are other men here?”
“Not any longer.” She thought a minute, then said to me, “Perhaps, you’ll be next.”
“Then I best get busy.” I nodded my head once in the direction of my crotch.
Her exquisite bottom lip dropped open. It quivered like she had something naughty to say. She came very close to me, reached out to touch me…only she didn’t. Damn. I wanted her to touch me. Her fingers were a wisp away from cupping my groin. Oh, please…
“I can sing all seven sins.” This time, she did not look back.March 15, 2019 at 1:33 am #514
Love thy enemy. Thoroughly.
“Oh, Lord. He’s back.”
Lareina and Christian had the love of a lifetime, a lifetime ago. Now, they’re frienemies with not enough benefits for either of them.
Christian wants to get past their problem, but Lareina is not having it, or him. Until a desperate call and a fateful day changes him; changes her; changes everything. Love has forced them to play a dangerous game called KAYOS.
This prequel to KAYOS: The Bad & The Worse is the need-to-know origin of Lareina and Christian’s impossible relationship and includes the how and why the members of KAYOS are who they’ve become.
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Lareina hated Christian. She hated loving him. She hated being her best, happiest self with him. She hated how he made her laugh…and cry. Damn the man. Why did he ever make her cry?
An amazing dinner. A perfect moonlight stroll. His touch was electric and his kisses held every promise she ever wanted. But…
He was working. The evening was a carefully crafted delusion meant to fool an observer into believing they were in love. She wasn’t his woman. She was bait. It didn’t matter what he made her feel. Tonight, she was bait.
Other than to indicate the men following them, and when a team member happened to be near, Christian said very little about his game or her part in it. Being herself was all he required from her. She toyed and flirted and let him see the depth of her feelings. Promising him tomorrow would be an altogether different day.
“How will we know if this is working?” She asked on the way back to the hotel. She curled up under his shoulder as he drove.
“We won’t. You’ll have to spend the night with me to be sure they believe I’m fully distracted.”
“In your wildest wet dreams.” She used the opportunity to rub his crotch. “And, you are fully distracted.”
“Do it again. I dare you.”
“Nope. But only because you want me to.”
“Absolutely.” Over their quiet laughter, she said, “You have me for one more hour, Christian. Once we’re done here, you are going to stay away from me for the rest of the weekend. Understand?”
“You know better. One, I’ve put you out there, I have to protect you.”
“I can protect myself.”
“I have to protect you. Two, avoiding me would blow my cover. And three, you don’t want me away from you any more than I do.”
“You’ve got one hour. Make it special.” She squeezed his leg and slid out of his reach.
The tiger & The Snake is the romantic prequel to KAYOS: The Bad & The Worse
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