The highly anticipated sequel to SINGLE MAMA DRAMA
This single mama’s been through hell. Her cheating (and
still married) fiancé is dead, her professional
reputation is in tatters, the man she really loves walked
out of her life and, worst of all, she’s about to
lose her fabulous South Beach condo to a conniving bitch.
And it ain’t over yet.
Which makes Lewis Carter’s marriage proposal even worse.
Vanessa’s ex-boyfriend is offering her a way out—marry him
and poof! her financial problems are history. She knows
firsthand what a player he is, but Lewis claims those days
are over, and that if Vanessa loved him once, she can love
him again. All she has to do is say yes. Marrying Lewis
would be the solution to everything—Vanessa could keep her
condo, she’d have security for her daughter, and heaven
knows the man’s hotter than the Miami sunshine.
But how can she when she’s still in love with motivational
speaker Chaz Andersen? Should she follow her head (go with
the money, honey!) or her heart (choose Chaz, choose love!)?
No matter which man wins, this single mama is about to get
even more drama when her daughter’s baby daddy shows up,
wanting the most important thing of all: her child.
Publisher's Weekly called the Essence Bestselling novel SINGLE MAMA
DRAMA “[a] heart-stomping, soul-thumping romantic thriller.” Read
the sequel, SINGLE MAMA'S GOT MORE DRAMA, now available wherever
books are sold!
"Even the score. Sleep with another man. Just don't leave
me."
After her husband
confess to an affair, Sophie Gibson is enraged. And then stunned
when her husband suggests that instead of leaving him, she have
her own tryst to settle the score.
Sophie
isn't interested. But soon, the idea of sex as retaliation begins to
intrigue her. She hooks up with Peter, a darkly sexy artist, who
takes her to sexual heights she never thought possible.
But what starts out
as revenge and a bit of curiosity turns downright scary when
Sophie tries to leave Peter. He is convinced he can't live
without her. One way or another, he will have her. Even
if that means exacting revenge of his own.
The tip of the feather inched its way along my bottom lip. Such a
light, wispy touch, but it sent a jolt of heat through my body,
causing me to part my lips and emit a shuddery moan.
Another stroke. This time across my upper lip. My naked body
quivered.
Quivered with anticipation of the pleasure that was to come.
The feather traveled lower, over my chin, then crossed the expanse
of my neck from left to right. Right to left. All with agonizing
slowness.
Then it stopped. Abruptly. Five seconds went by. I held my breath,
waiting for what would come next. The blindfold over my eyes
prevented me from seeing, but also heightened my sense of
excitement. I could hear every sound in the room, smell everything.
Mostly, I heard only my own raspy breaths and the whirring of the
ceiling fan above the bed. But I could smell the desire in the room,
clinging to drops of warm moisture in the air. I could smell the
sweat dampening his skin. The scent was musky and heady.
And arousing.
When the feather caressed my left nipple, my body jerked, making my
wrists and ankles pull against the ties that bound me to the bed.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I responded, surprised to find my voice faint. “Yes,” I
repeated, louder this time.
Once again, nothing. My hips writhed. I groaned softly. I was eager
for his touch now. Desperate for it.
“Patient, bella,” he murmured.
“Easy for you to say,” I told him. “You have total control over my
body right now.” Total control over my pleasure.
“Have I disappointed you before?” he asked.
“No,” I answered honestly. “Never.”
“And I will not disappoint now.”
The feather touched down between my ribcage, then traveled south,
where it dipped into my belly button. It continued its lazy journey
into my strip of pubic hair, then stopped—just when I wanted it
most.
“I was thinking of some kind of initiation. Tailored just for her. The kind
that will teach her a lesson not to mess with me.” --from We’ll Never Tell
Shandra James is a man stealer. It’s a sport to her, a game that she always
wins. As a pledge of the exclusive Alpha Sigma Pi sorority, she should know
her place, and know not to throw herself at a sister’s boyfriend. But she’s
marked a new target: Henry Reid.
Henry’s fiancée, Phoebe, and her sorority sisters, Miranda and Camille,
decide to teach Shandra a lesson one night. A lesson that involves
humiliation but nothing more. But unexpectedly the lesson turns deadly and
the three women find themselves facing three new rules: Never mention what
happened that night, protect each other, and tell no one. Yet when a
murderer comes calling, they each discover that rules are meant to be
broken. We'll Never Tell is Kayla Perrin's most provocative, suspenseful
novel yet.
Kayla Perrin is the author of sixteen novels. She has received an Arts
Acclaim Award for her writing from the city of Brampton, Ontario, and has
twice won a spot on RWA's Top Ten Favorite Books of the Year list. Kayla
spends her time between Toronto and Miami, Florida.
In GETTING EVEN, they
got some sweet revenge. Now, they're ready to get their groove back . .
.
Lucky Annelise may be having the best sex of her life with her new man, but
she can't help noticing her two closest friends and her sister—fresh from
very recent, very public breakups—are miserable. So she does what any good
friend would do: plans a girls' weekend in Vegas!
In a town that emphasizes hedonism, Lishelle is sorely tempted. Between
sensual masseurs and private exotic dancers…how's a girl to choose? She
finally lets her guard down and beds the perfect guy for a
no-strings-attached affair—a sexy rapper looking for a good time with no
questions asked.
Meanwhile, Claudia is busy getting her groove on with a younger man who
makes her laugh. Even better, he's eager to please and—much to her
delight—wants her to be in control in the bedroom.
It's Samera who hits the jackpot, though, hooking up with a high roller and
finishing off the night in his luxury suite. But Rusty has a dark side, and
Samera can't get home to Atlanta—and away from Rusty's dangerous
friends—fast enough.
But once the friends return from Sin City, they all receive threatening
notes, suggesting someone has been watching them all along. Maybe this time
what happened in Vegas won't stay in Vegas….
They've all been screwed over done wrong in a very big way...
For the past year, self-proclaimed Black American Princess, Claudia, has
been planning her perfect wedding, destined to be the event in Atlanta's
black society. But when her prince gets cold feet, she's stunned and
humiliated. She's done things in the bedroom with this man that her mother
would disown her for!
Annelise is frustrated. How long can a woman go without getting some from
her husband? The man she supported through law school, who she signed a
prenup for. But it seems the man who used to want it all the time is still
getting it... from another woman.
Thank goodness their devotedly single friend Lishelle has a couch to spare.
But when The Guy Who Got Away in college reappears in her life, she starts
envisioning a walk down the aisle. Ignoring her friends' advice, she agrees
to guarantee his bank loans for a new business. A girl's got to invest in
her future husband, right? But once he gets his hands on her money, he
disappears.
Devastated, the scorned friends decide to do some digging. And what they
discover is devastating. Over a bottle of wine, an idea takes shape-letting
these weasels slink quietly out of their lives is too good for them.
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