books similar to 50 shades of grey

Complete Amazon Back Catalog - Jamila Jasper | BWWM Romance Author

 

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Here's my complete back catalog, available on Amazon, iBooks, Kobo, Google Play, and Nook. I also have most books available as a paperback version with even more audiobooks in production! 

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Books Similar To 50 Shades Of Grey: Bound & Gagged

books similar to 50 shades to greyBound & Gagged isn't just one of those books similar to 50 Shades of Grey. It gives you something much, much different. Yes, there's plenty of steamy sex. Yes, there's a HOT interracial romance between a black woman and white man. But there's also a story of deep and passionate love that you won't want to miss.

In this novel, African American women who love romantic stories will find important representation. They'll find lust, passion, and lots of hot sex. 

This book is so controversial that the negative reviews about "too much sex" could have deterred me from publishing.

But I write for the women who LOVE to push the envelope...

Interested in learning more? Keep reading to get the full description and a steamy excerpt from this kinky novel.

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Description: 

After taking one look at May Roberts, Ben knows he has to have her.

But he's a player known for breaking hearts and May is tired of playing games. 

After a night of the hottest sex she's ever experienced, May promises herself it won't happen again.

But something about Ben awakens kinky cravings she never knew she had. It's hard to stay away from him after lusty late night romps

...in his BMW
...in coat check
... and all over the city

Ben must convince her that he's changed, but with his shady past, he has an uphill battle ahead. 

This book is for lovers of hot and steamy action between the sheets. If you enjoy romance between beautiful, strong black women and handsome, alpha male white men, you'll enjoy this book. Take a look inside to get a taste of what you're missing...

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Or... Check out the excerpt below.

Books Similar To 50 Shades of Grey Excerpts: Bound & Gagged

 

... ...

“Nice place,” Ben asserted once he entered May’s house. 

 

He stood in her foyer with his hands in his pockets, taking in every inch of her wall space and home. The place was spotless, as usual, with New England country design. May flicked on the light and kept her eyes on Ben. If he was going to expose himself as a creepy killer, he’d probably start now.

 

“Wow,” He said, “Well… Take me to the Etta James.”

 

“Whiskey?”

“Bourbon. No ice,” He replied.

 

May took her shoes off and walked into the living room. She gestured towards her eggshell colored sofa and offered Ben a seat.

 

“Thanks, but I think I’ll take my station at the record player.”

 

May’s vinyl collection was the focal point of the room. Her shelves were organized by decade and then alphabetically by artist. Her record player was wiped clean and inside, there was Purple Rain — an artifact from last week’s “date night” when May had danced alone in her undies to Prince for three hours.

 

Ben ran his hands through her records, searching for one that caught his eye, so May took that opportunity to pour them both glasses of bourbon. She hadn’t quite reached Ben’s level of appreciation for whiskey, so she added a bit of ginger ale to hers and copious amounts of ice. May always thought of her grandfather when she poured a glass of bourbon.

 

She re-emerged and found Ben placing a Whitney Houston record on her turntable.

 

“Modern,” May said, “Bourbon?”

 

Ben walked towards her and grabbed the bourbon. Standing inches away from her, he was growing tired of playing this game. He wanted to take her now — sweep her off her feet and get those feet behind her head. Whitney Houston and bourbon was putting him in a mood that he no longer wanted to ignore.

 

Ben downed the glass in one big gulp and slammed it down on the shelf.

“Ah. Perfection.”

 

“Aren’t you supposed to sip bourbon?” May teased shyly.

 

Ben shook his head, “Sipping takes too long. I prefer to get my liquor hard… and fast…”

 

He moved closer to May and then plucked her drink from her hand, setting it down next to his empty glass.

 

“Ben…” She started.

 

“Don’t say anything,” He replied, “Just let this happen… And admit you always knew this was going to happen.”

 

May closed her eyes and allowed Ben’s lips to touch hers. Holy shit. Kissing him send jolts of electric energy surging through her body, forcing her to stand at attention. May pulled away with widened eyes. For something so wrong, it felt so right.

 

“Ben, we can’t do this. We just met,” May whispered.

 

“Then why does it feel like we’ve known each other a thousand years?” 

 

This time, he grabbed her. Ben clutched May’s waist as he pulled her close to him and kissed her. This time, his tongue thrust down her throat and her heart ached with anxiety and excitement. He was right — she didn’t want to say no.

 

May pressed her palms against Ben’s chest. She felt his lion’s heart beating slow and dull. He was calm, as if he’d orchestrated the entire evening. He felt none of her prey animal jitters, just desire.

 

“Please… We need to stop.”

“Why…” He growled, his lips pressed to May’s neck as he sucked her flesh between them.

“Ohhh,” May moaned, as his tongue flicked over one of the most sensitive spots on her neck.

 

She didn’t recall what question he’d asked. Ben’s hands clutched her ass cheeks and he lifted her off the ground. May wrapped her thighs tightly around his muscled physique and allowed him to kiss her like this. Ben pressed her against the nearest wall and allowed his fingers to run through her hair as he kissed her.

 

May squeezed her thighs around Ben and ran her hands through his hair. His cologne had a cinnamon and citrus scent that drove her mad. His thick tufts of hair beneath her finger tips also pushed May over the edge of desire. She wasn’t sure what had come over her — what had possessed her to leap into Ben’s arms. She knew nothing about him, but her body propelled her forward like this.

 

Thud.

 

Ben carried May to another wall and pressed her up against the wall as he kissed her lips and neck.

“I can’t wait to take you upstairs and fuck your brains out,” He whispered.

 

May was taken aback by the dirty talk. It wasn’t typical for guys that she’d just met to go that far on the first night. But coming from Ben, she felt her pussy getting wet. That was exactly what she wanted from him. Ben set May on the ground and then turned her around, pressing her against the wall.

 

“Before I fuck you upstairs, I’m going to pin you down and fuck you against this wall until you scream.”

 

May did nothing to resist. She pressed her hands against the wall and stuck her ass out. Ben hiked her skirt up and slid her underwear to the ground. 

 

“Mmm,” He groaned when he saw May’s perfect, large ass. 

 

Her butt cheeks were large, round and juicy. May jiggled her ass cheeks a little, tantalizing Ben and activating his desires for her further. He rubbed the area of May’s ass cheeks and felt his cock stirring to attention. For a woman with such a slim waist, May’s butt was deliciously large. 

 

Ben got down on his knees and grabbed May’s thighs.

 

“Don’t turn around,” He commanded, “Just feel.”

 

May closed her eyes, waiting for what was coming next. She expected to feel Ben’s member sliding towards her pussy, but instead, she felt the warm wetness of Ben’s tongue touch the soft area between her legs.

 

“Ahh,” May moaned.

 

She had no idea what she was in for. Ben squeezed her thighs tighter and began to move his tongue smoothly across the length of her pussy.

“Yes! Oh yes…” May cooed.

 

Ben began to lap at her pussy faster and faster. His lips suckled around May’s engorged clit as he licked the length of her pussy, even allowing his tongue to dare graze her puckered asshole.

“Ohhh!” May cried out as his tongue grazed against the forbidden hole again.

 

Ben stood up and then pressed May into the wall further with his body.

 

“Stay still,” He whispered, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

 

May remained still and she could hear Ben undoing his pants. She could feel the heat of his cock pressing up against her ass cheeks as he kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. 

 

“Condom?” May asked.

 

“Yes,” Ben replied.

 

As he answered her, he shoved the full length of his sheathed cock into her wetness. May let out a loud squeal. Ben began to pummel into her pussy. He gripped her waist and fucked her against the wall, right there in her foyer. May began to cry out louder and louder as she felt her body approaching climax.

 

When Ben’s cock first slid inside her pussy he felt incredibly huge — bigger than any guy she’d been with. Now, May struggled to accommodate each powerful thrust. He was pounding into her harder and harder. Her pussy juiced with each thrust and May found herself gasping and gasping until she reached release.

“Ohhh yess!” May cried out as she came. 

 

Feeling her tightness grabbing onto his cock like a vice, Ben pulled out of her.

 

“Take me upstairs,” He demanded.

 

May turned around and caught a glimpse of the monster cock Ben was packing. His lust muscle was even bigger than she’d envisioned it. She couldn’t wait to impale herself on his dick again and allow herself stronger and stronger climaxes than ever before.

 

May led Ben upstairs to her bedroom. She saw the look of animalistic desire in his eyes. She saw that he wanted her more than everything and that he’d been hunting her from the moment he’d seen her. May had to admit to herself that it felt good to be a prize to a man like Ben. He could have had any girl in the room but he’d chosen her — the klutz that had caused a public scene at a fancy restaurant.

 

Once in the bedroom, May turned to face him with a smile on her face.

 

“Wow… You’re… really big,” She said.

 

Ben grinned, “Oh yeah? Never noticed.”

 

“Funny.”

 

“Turn around sweetheart before you lose a chance to experience all of this.”

 

“I think I’ll need help getting out of these clothes,” May teased.

 

Ben rushed to her and unzipped her dress. He stripped it off of her and then unhooked her bra. For the first time, he caught a glimpse of May fully nude and his cock twitched to attention again.

 

May turned away from him and positioned herself on all fours like he’d demanded. With baby hairs slicked to her head with sweat and makeup running off her face, May found herself desperate for another climax. She felt Ben climb into the bed behind her. She felt his warm, large hands running all over her flesh and then she felt his cock lining up with her tightness.

“Ready baby?”

 

“Mmhmm,” May whimpered. Ben shoved the full length of his cock into her with one stroke. 

 

May cried out and Ben continued to pound into her harder and harder. He felt himself coming close to climax, close to claiming this beautiful dark-skinned beauty as his own. May moaned and cried out as she came; she thrust her hips back against Ben as she writhed in orgasm. Unable to contain himself a second longer, Ben grunted and emptied himself into the condom that separated their flesh.

 

He squeezed May’s hips as he came and then slowly removed his long member from her tightness. They both gasped for breath, high from the intensity of the climaxes between them. 

 

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Books Similar To 50 Shades Of Grey: Father By Choice (BWWM Romance Novel) by Jamila Jasper

books similar to 50 shades of grey father by choice If you love romantic stories and books similar to 50 shades of grey, you'll enjoy this new interracial romance story featuring a powerful alpha male hero and a strong female heroine who falls in love with him. This story explores strength, power dynamics and finding healing from your past through love.

If you enjoy BWWM books and you're interested in pregnancy fiction featuring strong African American women, you'll want to check this book out. It's ultra-steamy with plenty of love scenes and touching romantic plot lines.

Check out the official description and then take a look at the sample below.

Description:
 

The night Blue Summers met Damon, everything seemed to be going wrong.

Falling into his arms was easy... too easy for a girl who had sworn off men for good.

Blue discovers that Damon is her biggest political rival but getting rid of him won't be so easy now that she's carrying his child.

As the run for office gets tougher, Blue finds it hard to deny that her feelings for Damon are getting as hot as the race itself.

Romance Novel Excerpt: Father By Choice

 

 

1 FLATS

 

Blue was a horrible candidate for an adoption agency. And for IVF. Both sets of terrible news had rained down on the 30-year-old in the span of seven days and she was starting to think that the universe was in on this giant joke. With no boyfriend in sight, and with no desire for one, Blue had decided to make the choices that any smart, modern, career woman would make. 

 

And in trying to step outside the box of her traditional upbringing, she’d fallen flat on her face. She was becoming the spinster that her twin sister Ruby had warned her she would become. Ruby had married a recent widower fifteen years her senior who already had two kids of his own. But together, they were onto their third child.

 

But Blue didn’t need a man the same way Ruby did; she never had. Whereas Ruby had always used boyfriends and the attentions of men to cope, Blue had never quite been that person. She reminded herself every time she grew tempted to succumb to a man what her mother’s life had been like. There was no way Blue was ever going to be like that. If she had a kid, she’d do it on her own and not rely on men for anything. It would be better to keep men away from her child than to do what her mother had done. 

 

Nyah and Jan had convinced her to come out tonight. Blue was reeling from the news from the agencies and somehow they thought coming to the bar would cheer her up. Blue was convinced they were both just looking for a wing woman and used Blue’s bad news as an excuse. They were good friends, but their priorities could be twisted sometimes. 

 

Nyah and Blue worked together as a part of Jim Rosenberg campaign team. Nyah handled public relations and Blue worked in the background as a project manager to a section of Jim Rosenberg’s team. Jim believed that she’d been solely responsible for many election victories on the East Coast. Blue knew that she couldn’t have had any of her career success if it weren’t for the teams of people she’d managed. Jim didn’t give them enough credit.

 

Law school had prepared Blue for politics, but in so many ways Blue felt like she was just getting off the ground. At least her father had helped pay for law school, so she didn’t have the burdens some of her other coworkers did.

 

“Blue!” Nyah called from across the bar.

 

“Come dance!” Jan called afterwards.

 

Blue sucked back the rest of her whiskey sour and shook her head at her friends. She was too depressed for dancing. Seeing that she hadn’t replied to her plea, Nyah approached Blue at the bar.

 

“Girl, what’s wrong with you? This is supposed to be cheering you up!”

 

“The bar’s basically empty,” Blue mumbled.

 

“No it isn’t! There are some really hot guys in here and Jan recognized one of them. He’s in finance. A guy in finance is a catch.” 

 

Blue shrugged, “Why don’t y’all have fun. I’ll talk to… the bartender. Or finish up some work emails.”

Nyah folded her arms crossly. She could see that Blue was reluctant to follow but she wasn’t about to ruin her night because Blue was in a pissy mood. Nyah was tall, ridiculously thin with skin so dark it was almost purple. She looked like a model, and she was one of the best public relations experts in politics.

 

“Why are you acting like this? We’re supposed to be cheering you up and we don’t want to abandon you.”

 

“Trust me Nyah… I’ll be fine. And it looks like Jan will be fine too.”

 

They turned to look at their mutual friend Jan and giggled. One of the finance guys she’d been pursuing was grabbing onto her hips tightly as they danced together. She looked a bit tipsy and Jan was tripping over herself as she tried to reach up and kiss the guy on the lips. Jan was short — under five feet tall — so seeing her with a guy who was over six feet cracked both of them up.

 

“Well if you promise you’ll be okay… One of these guys already bought me a drink.”

 

Blue wrinkled her nose.

 

“What about Tom?”

 

Nyah sighed, “Blue, I told you already. Tom and I are in an open relationship.”

 

“I don’t get relationships these days.”

 

“It’s nothing to get. I have fun. He has fun. And we love each other. That’s all.” 

 

Blue smiled, hoping to ease Nyah’s mind about having her fun.

 

“Well then go on ahead and have your fun.”

 

“Okay fine.”

 

Nyah sauntered off and Blue sat alone at the bar. The bartender offered her another whiskey sour and she agreed. There was a time and a place for fruity girly drinks but it wasn’t today. Blue’s hopes of starting a family independently of a man had been dashed against the rocks and she was losing hope that she would ever be able to find the independence that she needed so badly.

 

The whiskey sour burned at her throat. Nyah and Jan always acted like she had a problem because she didn’t enjoy going out drinking and meeting random guys in the club. Blue disagreed. She didn’t have a problem. Sure, she hadn’t had a date in over four years, but that didn’t mean there was a problem.

 

It was just hard to find good men. It was hard to find men who didn’t end up being just like her mother. Most girls chose men like their daddies but since Blue hadn’t spent much time with her daddy, she ended up falling for men with a problem. And most times that problem was booze. If it wasn’t booze, it was pills. In cities like this, you could fool yourself for a long long time and spend years believing that you didn’t have a problem. 

 

This was a city of politicians, bankers and financiers who thought that a little money in the bank meant they were immune to getting pulled down into the abyss of addiction. But addiction didn’t  care how old you were or how much money you had. Addiction would drag you down regardless. Blue had seen that happen with her own two eyes.

 

Blue had first hand knowledge that money wouldn’t make you immune to addiction. And she refused to let anyone take away all that she’d built for herself in her life. She’d gone through too much to get here. She’d surmounted barriers that most people couldn’t dream of. In fact, most people who knew Blue thought she’d led a charmed life. She had grown up with money, had no student loans and had landed the perfect job.

 

Blue knew that her musing was getting unspeakably depressing. Before she could order another drink, a man slipped into the bar stool next to her. Before looking up, Blue had already prepared to reject him. But he didn’t say a word for a few moments. He ordered a Grey Goose on ice and after he’d had a few sips, he turned to look at Blue, greeting her with a simple hello.

 

Blue turned to look at him and instantly, her will to reject him dissipated. He had the strongest face she’d ever seen. Each feature was so pronounced that he looked like a he’d stepped off of a Calvin Klein runway.

 

“I’m Damon,” He said, sticking his hand out.

 

She shook his hand. He had a strong, firm handshake that told Blue he did business around here. People from this city always shook your hand like they were in a negotiation even if they’d just met you.

 

“Blue. Nice to meet you,” She said.

 

Damon smiled. 

 

“Blue. That’s a pretty name.”

 

“Thanks.”

Something about Damon looked familiar, but Blue couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She scrutinized his face for an instant, trying to place where she’d seen him before. While Blue was uncertain about who Damon was, he had no uncertainty about who she was. He had recognized her from the moment he saw her across the bar. 

 

She worked on the Rosenberg campaign and she’d worked on a few others before then. Ryan Cook’s campaign, Lester Freeman’s campaign and a few other gubernatorial elections out of state. She was good at what she did even if Damon knew her as a woman who was more interested in staying out of the limelight.

 

He was surprised that she didn’t recognize him, but he didn’t fill in the blanks.

 

“So, catching up on work?”

 

Blue chuckled, “No. Just here with friends. Being a stick in the mud, as usual.”

 

Her flirting game was off. Way off. But something about Damon forced her out of his shell. Blue wasn't sure if she was biased by the slight recognition she’d experienced, but something about Damon was alarmingly attractive to her.

 

He was tall, well over 6 foot five and his thick brown hair was cut short. He had beautiful green eyes as deep and luminous as the Caribbean Sea. Damon was dressed well in what must have been an Armani suit. Or something equally nice. The silver Rolex on his wrist had caught Blue's eye as well. 

 

She could tell that whoever he was, and whatever he did for a living, he had a lot of money. And clearly, he did some sort of business in the city. His strong handshake had made a mark. 

 

Unlike most people, Blue didn't like to start a conversation by asking what someone did for a living. There was too much of that already everywhere you went. People were obsessed with their jobs, how much money they made and how much money they planned to make. Work had become an addiction in itself. Blue found all addictions repulsive. That shallowness had kept Blue assured that her reasoning behind not dating was sound. 

 

"Well, Miss stick in the mud, do you mind if I buy you a drink?"

 

Blue agreed. This guy was attractive and he didn't ooze that sleazy vibe that some white guys did when they approached her. She could tell Damon was one of the good ones. He saw her as a real human being — she was more than a fetish to him. 

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Books Similar To 50 Shades of Grey: The Investor's Baby

Books Similar To 50 Shades of Grey The Investor's Baby"The Investor's Baby" is one of Jamila's new books similar to 50 Shades of Grey. In this story, there's an attractive white billionaire investor who falls in love with a gorgeous African American woman from a small Vermont town.

This story deals with many issues different from other interracial romance books. For example, what is it like to be an African American woman in a majority white town? This contemporary romance fiction story deals with dark themes of abuse as the main character Moesha grapples with the difficult escape from an abusive relationship.

As this book deals with Moesha's experiences, we're forced to acknowledge the lived reality of many women in our society. These women are trapped in situations and sometimes wonder how they got in so deep... 

If you enjoy reading free romance books online, you'll love this delectable excerpt and the limited time price for this full-length 50,000+ word story. 

Read the description of this story below to find out more, and keep reading for an excerpt from the prologue of this story: 

Full-figured, African American woman Moesha is trapped in an abusive relationship with no visible way out. Her boyfriend Chase is cruel and sadistic. Staying with him means constant pain, but leaving him means certain death. He's a dangerous man and not the guy she thought he was. However, it's too late for escape. Moesha has lost a piece of herself to be with this man and she can see no way out...

When she meets a local legendary investor named Cliff Blackwood, Moesha's life begins to change. Cliff's had a troubled past and he's desperate to reach out to this local African American woman. Cliff isn't looking to save her, but he can't help but want to convince her to save herself.

As Moesha finds herself falling for Cliff, Chase's grip on her life increases. She doesn't have much time before she'll have to make a choice. The problem is, either decision could cost Moesha her life. 

A pregnancy changes everything for Moesha and puts the pressure on for her to make some changes and grow up if she wants to protect the babies she's carrying in her womb.

Is it possible for her to have a happy ending or will the mistake of dating Chase haunt her forever?

Books Like 50 Shades of Grey Excerpt: The Investor's Baby

Prologue

 

To understand Moesha’s story you have to have been there at the beginning...

The Vermont bar was crowded for a Friday night. The line to go in had been out the door and it had been almost 11:30 since Moesha, Tonya and Marie got in through the front door. In Vermont, women of color had to stick together. Moesha and Tonya weren’t fully convinced that Marie’s story about being half Abenaki Indian checked out, but she certainly got treated like an outcast when they were in school together so they became fast and close friends.

 

Moesha was beyond thrilled to get a chance to go out with her girlfriends. It had been a long time since she’d been able to cut loose. She’d been rejected to two of the top art programs in the country and she’d been working around the clock to make ends meet. Moesha’s long braids dangled down to her waist. Her chubby waist made her look better than both her friends.

 

She was large, in charge and owning it. Moesha loved being a confident black woman in this small town. You didn’t see many women like that in Vermont and Moesha had come to enjoy the whispers and stares from the white people around her. She knew they were judging her but she didn’t care… Moesha had everything she wanted in life. She was thick and gorgeous, pursuing her career and she had a clan of amazing friends who would stick by her no matter what.

 

The music was pumping through the bar. Moesha and her friends were dancing better than everyone in the place and drawing a lot of attention. Tonya was looking around the bar anxiously, waiting for her second group of friends to arrive. Tonya had plans for her friends that night that didn’t involve another boring night of dancing and ending up alone. Tonya was tired of the routine and she wanted to shake things up. Tonya knew a couple of guys who were amateur boxers just outside of town and they promised to bring their rugby player friends over to the bar. It was a little surprise for Moesha. Tonya knew one of those guys had “a thing” for black girls and she couldn’t wait to introduce them.

 

Three drinks in, Tony’s gang of friends finally arrived to spice things up. She motioned them over to the table where the women were taking a break from dancing.

 

“Chase! Ryan! Come here!” Tonya called.

 

Chase and Ryan were both boxers and they’d brought their equally thick, meaty and muscular friends with them for a fun night out on one of the few January nights that there wasn’t a snowstorm gripping the Vermont countryside. The rugby players were Tommy, Tanner and Tim. Tonya had trouble keeping track of all the T’s.

 

She introduced all the men who had arrived to her table of friends and then took special attention to introduce Chase and Moesha.

 

“Chase… This is my good friend Moesha. She’s an artist and… she’s single.”

 

Moesha turned to look at Chase and smiled. He was exactly the kind of guy she liked and exactly the kind of guy who never looked twice at her. The group split off and left Moesha alone to chat with Chase. It was an obvious set up but Moesha didn’t mind. Her friends had been lecturing her for a long time on being so reclusive. But Moesha was tired of the dating scene in Vermont. Moesha had been black in the state her whole life and dating had never really gotten anywhere.

 

She tried dating black men but they were all interested in chasing white girls and using Moesha just as a sexual object. The white men in Vermont were different but not necessarily much better. Most of them expected Moesha to act out their “ghetto fantasy”. Moesha wasn’t a stereotype and she wasn’t going to be a caricature of herself to get some white boy into bed. So Moesha was wary about meeting Chase.

 

“Moesha… That’s a nice name…” Chase said.

 

Moesha nodded. “Yup.”

 

“Wanna dance?”

 

“Chase, right?”

 

Chase nodded and grabbed Moesha’s hand, leading her to the dance floor. As the music blasted, Chase held onto Moesha’s hips and pulled her close as they danced together. Moesha swiveled her hips and rocked as Chase held her. For a white boy, Chase had rhythm and before long, Moesha found herself enjoying dancing with him. Chase knew how to move and he pulled Moesha close, pulling her hair out of her face and looking her right in the eye. Moesha’s eyes were a deep brown color that nearly matched the dark sienna color of her skin. She was gorgeous and confident and exactly the kind of woman Chase liked.

 

There was something about Chase that made him unlike most of the guys Moesha met around her. He seemed to have the power of seduction on lock. And he was holding her as if he wanted to be with her forever. When Chase whispered into Moesha’s ear, all she wanted to do was comply.

 

“Let’s go somewhere quiet… On the tables outside,” He said.

 

Moesha nodded and followed Chase onto the tables outside. He ordered them another round of drinks and sat across from her, holding her hand and staring into her eyes. Staring into Chase’s eyes was like getting swept up in a hypnotic storm. They were a gorgeous teal color and his blond hair was cut short, allowing the angles on his face to show.

 

“So… you’re a boxer?” Moesha asked.

 

Chase nodded and grinned, his perfect Vermont-boy, smile.

 

“Yes. I’m a boxer. I love it… There’s nothing better than knocking a guy out. It’s a rush you know? I had a tough life but I’ve always been an active guy. I love a sport that just allows me to be who I really am…”

 

“Violent?” Moesha asked.

 

Chase chuckled, “No… It’s not about violence Moesha. That’s just not me.”

 

“Oh yeah? So what type of guy gets a rush from knocking another man out then?”

 

“A man who’s passionate about what he does… And passionate about everything else,” Chase said, lifting Moesha’s hand off the table and planting a kiss on it.

 

“What other things are you passionate about?”

 

“Women… Having a family someday,” Chase said.

 

Moesha giggled, “Pulling out the big guns on the first date, wow…”

 

“Who said this is a date?”

 

“Oh so it isn’t?” Moesha said with a smile.

 

“You got me there,” Chase said grinning, “I’m sorry but you’re just one of the prettiest, realest women I’ve seen around these parts. You know… I love me some brown sugar.”

 

Moesha smiled. It was one of the least offensive ways she’d heard a guy say he liked black women. Moesha figured he still had a chance of proving himself to be worthy. They talked for a while with the sound of the music outside. Moesha found herself quickly attracted to Chase. He was handsome, flirtatious and charming.

 

“I want to make you my girlfriend,” Chase said after around an hour.

 

Moesha laughed, “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve only known me for a little while.”

 

“But I’ve heard about you from Tonya,” He said.

 

“So this is a blatant set up then?”

 

Chase smiled, “I want the same things you want Moesha. Why not give me a chance?”

 

He had a point. Moesha nodded, “Okay then Chase. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

 

“I can already tell, you’re the kind of girl who will last forever…” Chase replied.

 

Moesha leaned over the table, allowing her sizable bosom to droop down and touch the table. Chase planted a kiss on her lips -- a delicious kiss that let Moesha know she’d made the right choice. It was the fastest she’d ever jumped into calling someone her boyfriend but Moesha wanted to settle down and she knew that her biological clock was ticking. Heck, she’d vowed to do something different next time she got back into dating, and dating a guy she just met certainly counted as “something different.”

 

It wasn’t long after that first night that Chase and Moesha slept together. Chase couldn’t get enough of her and he had her phone blaring off the hook. It felt good to be pursued by someone so aggressively. Normally, men would string Moesha along, forcing her to to do the brunt of the work. With Chase, that wasn’t the case. Chase called her at least fifteen times a day. He checked up on her at work and send her text messages throughout the day.

 

It was a whirlwind romance. Moesha never expected to fall in love with someone so quickly but Chase was her perfect match in every way. Everything she wanted, he wanted too. Everything she liked, he liked. Moesha never expected to have so much in common with a backwater Vermont white guy but Chase proved her wrong. He was everything that she’d wanted in a man and more.

 

Within a month, Chase and Moesha moved in together. Chase had convinced her it was the best move. With his income from boxing he could provide for them, plus he would get occasional cash gifts from some mysterious benefactor that Moesha never questioned. Chase had some eccentricities but overall he was the perfect guy. Moesha figured every guy was a little strange, but Chase’s charm more than made up for the few odd experiences Moesha had with him.

 

The biggest issue Moesha faced once things started getting serious with Chase was her friends’ jealousy. It wasn’t just Tonya and Marie, but all of Moesha’s other friends seemed to judge her relationship. Their jealousy was transparent. What she and Chase had was different, it was special and she couldn’t expect them to understand when they’d never experienced true love. Maybe there was a reason they were still single and she wasn’t…

 

Moesha’s friends complained that Chase hogged her too much. They complained that he called too much. They complained that he wanted her to move in. But weren’t those the things they’d always wanted? Moesha was finally getting the perfect life that they’d all wanted with a man and they were lashing out. Moesha thought friends would be more supportive but the tables were turning quickly.

As she was building her perfect life, Moesha was worried that her friendships wouldn’t last. But sometimes you had to make difficult choices didn’t you? And Moesha was willing to make whatever choices she had to in order to have the perfect life… with the perfect husband, the perfect kids and not a single thing out of place.

Dark Romance Books: Meeting The Twins

dark romance books meeting the twinsLove dark romance books? Jamila Jasper's latest release will satisfy your craving for interracial romance and a dark romance plot. This saucy BWWM romance novel tells the story of a black woman named Alyssa who is caught between two difficult choices. Falling for a pair of intense, masculine white twin brothers completely rocks Alyssa's hum-drum world. Check out more of the description to learn more and keep reading for the full two chapters featured on this website. 

Alyssa Coleman is hard on her luck after losing her job as a programmer and getting dumped by her boyfriend Shawn. A chance encounter in a cafe where she’s drafting her cover letter to a big tech company leads her to meeting Galen Radcliffe, an attractive blonde artist who instantly falls for her sweet demeanor. Their date goes far better than expected and Alyssa’s week is topped off by a swanky new job… 

Her first day at work, Alyssa is shocked to meet her boss who looks exactly like Galen in every way. Did her date lie to her? When Alyssa confronts her boss, she discovers his name is Dante Radcliffe. He’s the CEO of the tech company where she’s just been employed and he’s Galen’s identical twin brother.

At first, Alyssa is able to keep her romance with Galen out of the office, but as she pulls longer and longer hours with Dante, her feelings for both of them begin to get muddled.

When Galen announces a possible move to New York City and Dante proves himself to be more of a playboy than Alyssa realized, she wants to be through with them forever.

But things just aren’t that simple when true love is on the line… 

As Alyssa fights to do what’s right without anyone getting hurt, she’ll have to make more than a few difficult choices. Meeting the Radcliffe twins was far more of a game changer than she could have ever imagined… 

Dark Romance Books Excerpts: Meeting The Twins

 

Chapter 1

 

The whirring of the blender in the café stirred Alyssa Coleman from her deep state of focus. As she heard the friendly blonde barista calling her name, she got her smoothie and re-seated herself at the isolated corner table. She stared at the top of her word processor: To Whom It May Concern

 

Click… Click...Click…

 

She erased the opening and tried again: Dear Sir or Madam…

 

Alyssa sighed and sipped on her “Meta Boost” smoothie. She hadn’t expected to be searching for a job again. She certainly hadn’t expected to have to write another cover letter. The process wasn’t just grueling; it felt pretty fruitless too. Despite her degree and her experience, Alyssa felt like just another nobody. Companies didn’t want to hire her and she couldn’t figure out why: was it racism? Sexism? Was she really just not good enough?

 

When Alyssa got her degree in computer science everyone in her family had shown up to her graduation proud that their baby girl had made it. Now, there were no more cowbells and tambourines to celebrate her every move. Her family questioned why she hadn’t been able to keep a job and then more importantly, why she hadn’t been able to keep a man.

 

Just when Alyssa thought life couldn’t get harder. She’d just lost her job working with a mid-sized tech firm as a programmer when her boyfriend Shawn had dumped her. She was quickly turning from the family’s prized sheep to the black sheep and she didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Life was supposed to work out if you did everything right. And Alyssa had done everything right. She’d been Shawn’s ride or die and he left her for a girl who had barely graduated high school whose “career” was posting half naked photos online.

 

Alyssa felt betrayed by everybody. Nobody had warned her that she could end up thirty years old with no boyfriend, no job and bills on bills on bills.

 

Alyssa kept her mind plastered on her cover letter as she thought about her meeting with Maeve later that day. Alyssa and Maeve Wilson were more different than any two people could be. Alyssa had deep, sable colored skin and Maeve was paper white. Alyssa had black hair that fell in tight ringlets around her shoulders while Maeve was a redhead with pin straight hair that reached her waist. Alyssa was a gritty computer scientist and programmer while Maeve was a spiritual healer who held all kinds of New Age beliefs.

 

Despite their differences, the two were close friends. Even if Alyssa was an out of practice Christian, she had to admit that there was something to Maeve’s beliefs. At least she always felt a sense of peace and calm around Maeve that she didn’t feel around anyone else. Maeve was highly empathetic and gave the best advice. Alyssa was so looking forward to this meeting. She was desperate to meet someone, anyone to take her mind off Shawn.

 

Alyssa clacked away at her keyboard, going through the motions of drafting yet another cover letter. Alyssa heard the sound of the milk steamer as the baristas behind her made yet another drink. As the barista’s heels clicked across the coffee shop floor, Alyssa looked up and watched the next events unfold in slow motion.

 

The barista missed the fact that Alyssa’s computer charger was stretched across the coffee shop floor and inserted into the nearest plug. By the time the barista realized the computer charger was there, her heel got caught in the cord and she fell to the ground in slow motion. The cup of steaming hot coffee she was carrying flew out of her hand and traveled through the air like an ocean wave landing on the customer who it was intended for.

 

“SHIT! OH SHIT!” The man yelled standing up and removing his steaming t-shirt in the middle of the coffee shop. The barista was on the ground looking up at him with the perfect cocktail of shame and humiliation in her eyes.

 

She stood up and tried to apologize with tears in her eyes, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

 

“It’s fine,” The man growled.

 

At that point Alyssa had to step in.

 

“Hey, I’m so sorry,” She said to the barista.

 

Alyssa continued, “And you too sir. I should have warned you about my cord.”
 

“It’s okay,” The barista said.

 

“Yeah… I hope this one’s on the house,” The man growled again.

 

“Yes! Yes of course sir! Why don’t I go get you a warm cookie in the back,” The barista tittered.

 

“Any spare shirts back there?” He teased.

 

The barista looked confused but then scurried to the back of the coffee shop probably to escape more than anything.

 

Alyssa turned to the guy who was standing shirtless in the near empty coffee shop and offered him a personal apology.

 

“Hey, I’m so sorry… Are you hurt from the coffee?”

 

The guy smiled and replied, “Well it certainly hurts but I’ve been burned worse.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“I’m kidding… but also, I’m Galen,” He said.

 

“Alyssa… Nice to meet you.”

 

“Nice to meet you to. Mind if we talk for a while? I’ll share my free cookie with you,” He said.

 

Galen sat across from Alyssa shirtless, apparently not caring about the fact that he was in a public venue. The barista hustled from the back with a warm chocolate chip cookie and apologized profusely for not having extra shirts. Galen didn’t seem to notice. He’d already found something else to occupy his time.

 

He split the cookie in half and handed it to Alyssa. As his hand crossed over the table, Alyssa couldn’t help but notice how thick his hands were and how his bulging blue veins traveled all the way up his arm.

 

“So, what are you up to on this fine day,” Galen said.

“Writing a cover letter. I’m one of America’s many unemployed and I’m struggling to write something that doesn’t sound inauthentic.”

 

“Corporate America values inauthentic.”

 

“Very funny.”

 

“I’m not joking. But I guess I sound a little pretentious don’t I? Curse of being an artist.”

 

“An artist? In this economy?” Alyssa teased.

 

Galen smiled and his hazel eyes gleamed. Alyssa was glad that he could take a joke.

 

“So what kind of job are you looking for?” Galen asked.

 

Alyssa bit down on her lower lip. She was always nervous telling people about her profession. Many people were bold enough to accuse her of lying -- they just couldn’t believe that a black woman could be a programmer. Others would just give her doubtful looks as if they were trying their best to believe her but simply couldn’t. Alyssa figured she needed to stop caring what strangers thought of her so she answered honestly.

 

“Honestly? I’m a programmer. Looking for a job in tech, maybe consulting.”

 

Galen snorted.

 

“No way, just like my brother.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“Well I wish you luck Alyssa. I know it’s a tough world.”

 

“Don’t I know it…”

 

There was a moment of silence and Alyssa found herself staring at Galen. He was more attractive than she’d even realized. In the frenzy of the hot coffee drama she had hardly noticed that the man she was speaking to was attractive enough to be a model.

 

He had gorgeous pale skin, dirty blonde short cropped hair and hazel eyes.

 

Galen noticed her staring at him.

 

“Think my shirt’s dry enough to wear?” He asked and then dressed. As he dressed Alyssa noticed his muscles flexing and subconsciously bit down on her lower lip even harder.

 

“So… Uh… What kind of art do you do?” She asked awkwardly, suddenly feeling shy and realizing that she’d been flirting with Galen for a while.

 

“Mixed media. I paint, draw, sculpt, anything that uses my hands,” Galen said.

 

“So you’re good with your hands?”

 

“Among other things.”
 

“Well your girlfriend’s a lucky girl,” Alyssa said, throwing out a blatant piece of bait.

 

“Well she would be a lucky girl if I had one,” Galen said.

 

“Oh…”
 

“Speaking of girlfriends, would you like to go on a date tonight?”
 

“Tonight?”

 

“Yes,” Galen said, amused by her shock.

 

Alyssa nodded. “I’m supposed to meet up with my friend in a few so maybe after? Call me,” She said.

 

Alyssa reached into her purse and pulled out her minimalist business card, handing it to Galen. She stood up and packed up her belongings.

 

“I’d better go Galen. See you later?”

 

He nodded and continued sitting in Alyssa’s spot as she walked out the door.

 

Drinks with Maeve always went one of two ways. They would either end fantastically with drunken singing and/or karaoke OR Maeve would spout some of her spiritual beliefs, Alyssa would get upset with her and they would spend the next three days fighting.

 

Alyssa had a feeling things would go the second route. They’d started off the night with mojitos and Alyssa had just returned from a “session” with a client. She was in the headspace that Alyssa was so often aggravated by. They’d been talking (read: Maeve had been lecturing) about the power of healing quartz when Alyssa decided to change the subject.

 

“So after this, I have a date Maeve… I met this attractive guy named Galen in the coffee shop after I wrapped up my cover letter today. Oh my goodness he was so cute,” Alyssa started.

 

Maeve’s face lit up, “Cute? Did he look like Shawn?”

 

Alyssa snorted. “No! He did not look like Shawn. This guy was white okay and he’s an artist.”

 

“Hm… Did you find out his sign?”

 

“His sign?”

 

“Leo? Scorpio? Gemini?”

 

“Maeve!”

 

“Okay okay, tell me about him.”

 

“Well he was so hot and I don’t know… I’m kind of into that brooding artist type after Shawn. He seems laid back.”

 

“But you aren’t laid back at all,” Maeve said.

 

Alyssa glared at her.

 

“Exactly Maeve, it’s called balance.”

 

Maeve closed her eyes and sipped on her mojito a few times. Alyssa hated when Maeve went “into her special place” while they were out together. She sighed dramatically as she waited for Maeve to return to planet earth.

 

Maeve’s eyes snapped open and she reached across the table and held onto Alyssa’s arm.

 

“What is it Maeve,” Alyssa asked in a flat tone that barely masked her frustration.

 

“I’m getting a strong negative feeling. Chaos… Problems…”

 

“Okay so what? You’re getting a ‘feeling’ this guy isn’t right for me?” Alyssa snapped.

 

“No, I’m not saying that at all. Just be careful. You barely know him and you have… other things to focus on,” Maeve cautioned.

 

Alyssa sighed and answered, “Well thanks for the input.”

 

“Don’t take it personally Alyssa.”

 

Alyssa was still glaring.

 

“Alyssa, it’s just a warning,” Maeve pleaded.

 

“I’m sick of your warnings. Can’t I have anything good Maeve?! I’ve practically lost everything and I don’t need some soothsayer predicting gloom and doom.”

 

Maeve grinned, “Really Alyssa, soothsayer?”

 

They both looked at each other a burst into laughter. Alyssa was still a bit peeved but she realized that maybe she was overreacting. No matter what, Maeve always had her best interests at heart.

 

“Okay crazy, I’ll try to be careful,” Alyssa mumbled.

 

“Thanks,” Maeve added. She then launched into a spiel about her latest plans for spiritual healing and which crystals she was trying to order from Mexico. Alyssa might have been tired of listening to her but she was far away from their little table in the bar. She was anxiously anticipating her date with Galen and imagining how far things could go. Who knows, maybe this chance encounter would lead to something far greater than she ever imagined.

 

Hopefully there would be no need to be careful.

 

Chapter 2

 

Alyssa wondered if she should have dressed up more for her date with Galen. It had been a long time since she’d gone out with a man she barely knew and the wounds from Shawn were still fresh. Alyssa hated to think of herself as one of those bitter women who didn’t trust anybody but Shawn had built up her walls more than he’d broken them down. Alyssa had just parted ways with Maeve and she had to admit that Maeve’s warning was haunting her. Sometimes that crazy girl was actually right about her predictions and Alyssa knew that she was taking a risk.

What did she even know about Galen? He was kind enough to share his free cookie, he was an artist and of course, he looked incredible with his shirt off. Was that really all it took to grab her interest? Alyssa walked down the street to the restaurant where they’d agreed to meet. A classic, American style restaurant revealed absolutely nothing about Galen’s tastes or interests.

 

Alyssa’s hair was pinned back in a neat bun and her outfit was tasteful rather than revealing. Even if it had been a while since she was in the dating game, she knew that the key to a first date was keeping things tasteful. Alyssa walked into the restaurant and scanned the room for Galen. He saw her before she saw him and gestured for her to come over to his table. Wow. Alyssa was stunned. Galen had been appealing enough in the coffee shop but now he was sexy. He wasn’t wearing anything particularly fancy -- dark wash denim jeans and a plain fitted v-neck -- but something about the way he wore the outfit was driving Alyssa wild.

 

He pulled out the chair and gestured for Alyssa to sit. She was trying to play it cool but soon Alyssa realized that she was beaming like an idiot.  They looked at the menu in silence and then decided on what to eat.

 

When they put their orders in, Alyssa got down to business. She was intrigued by Galen's entire persona. He had chosen a nice enough restaurant so even if he was an artist he obviously wasn't struggling.

 

“So Galen, what exactly does an artist do to stay afloat. I mean, is there really money in art these days?”

 

Galen chuckled. He appreciated how quickly Alyssa got to the point.

 

“Well, I wouldn't say art keeps me afloat but a man has to find ways of doing what he loves.”

 

“Agreed. I guess I'm one of the lucky ones whose passions in life happened to be profitable.”

 

“And what passion would that be exactly,” Galen asked smirking.

 

Alyssa shrugged. “Programming, computers, technology, it's all so amazing.”

 

“And that's your passion?”

 

Alyssa nodded.

 

“I love that humanity as a whole has come so far. We have advanced… We have created more than even our grandparents could have imagined and I've always wanted to work in a field that creates.”

 

Galen tried to hide his scoff.

 

He interjected, “But don't you think this focus on advancement has numbed our minds to the true beauty of the world Alyssa? What about art or literature.”

 

“Art or literature can't save lives the way science can,” Alyssa scoffed.

 

Galen became brooding but his response was interrupted by the arrival of their meal. Alyssa wondered if she had become too defensive too quickly. She knew that. Ring a woman in the scientific field made her hardened to debate. Alyssa wondered if she’d lost some of her softness in the process of pursuing her dream career.

 

They began eating in marked silence.

 

“Art and literature have saved more people than science Alyssa, just in ways you technophiles can’t seem to grasp,” Galen growled.

 

Alyssa knew that she could either keep up this debate or be the bigger person. It was time for her to show what she’d learned from her previous failed relationships…

 

“Hey, I don’t mean to argue. I’m sorry. I know that it must feel terrible to have people talk badly about your career,” Alyssa said. She flashed Galen a smile, hoping that would be enough to smooth things over.

 

“It’s fine,” Galen replied.

 

Galen kept eating and then after a while he said, “You know… I just don’t get how people don’t follow their passions. I know art… the whole art world can be hard but it’s just lazy if you ask me.”

 

Alyssa could feel her blood pressure rising again. She liked Galen for a lot of reasons but she was quickly finding out that there was one area where they would always disagree.

 

“Well maybe not everyone’s in a position to do so,” Alyssa replied, shrugging her shoulders and trying not to appear too invested in the entire thing.

 

Galen scoffed, “You really believe that? I don’t know Alyssa. I see so many unhappy people and my theory is that they choose to be unhappy.”

 

Alyssa wasn’t sure that she could hold back, “Come on Galen… It’s just not that simple.”

 

“I think it is,” He said, ignorant to the fact that this line of conversation was upsetting his date.

 

“Well I think that not everyone’s born with a silver spoon in their mouth,” Alyssa blurted out, immediately regretting what she’d said. So much for not coming off as catty and judgmental.

 

Galen dropped his fork and raised his eyebrows.

 

“I resent that,” He said calmly.

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

“No, you’ve got to speak your mind I guess,” Galen said sarcastically.

 

“Listen, I’m sorry okay? Maybe it’s good we find out where we disagree so early in the game,” Alyssa pleaded.

 

Galen smiled.

 

“You’re right. Maybe you would have found out how stubborn I was when it was far too late.”

 

The tension between them dissipated and the subject of conversation shifted quickly away from an arts vs. technology debate that would have surely ended the night prematurely. Alyssa decided to take interest in Galen’s passion and she asked him what he wish non-artists knew about art…

 

As he started speaking to her about his passion, his eyes filled with a light that Alyssa hadn’t noticed before. He was energized by his love of art and Alyssa couldn’t help but wonder how that energy translated elsewhere. Was it possible that Galen was just as fiery and intense about his lovers as he was about his art? Shawn hadn’t had a lick of creativity in him, maybe Galen was just what Alyssa needed.

 

They finished up their meal and Galen took the check before Alyssa could even offer to pay her half of the bill. She was secretly relieved that he payed because until she got another job, she was trying to live more frugally.

 

“So… Want to do something else?”

 

“Maybe we could get a coffee, take a quick walk?” Galen suggested.

 

It sounded pleasant enough. As they left the restaurant arm in arm, Alyssa started to feel more connected to Galen. He asked her questions about her previous job, her love of programming and how she got started in such a field. Those weren’t unusual questions; there had never been very many black female programmers in Alyssa’s world and most people wondered how she’d even broken past those glass ceilings. Alyssa had always attributed her success to three things: hard work, dedication and faith. Those had carried her a long way.

 

Galen might have been in a different field entirely, but he still knew the value of hard work and dedication.

 

They both ordered black coffees as strong as their personalities and took a quick walk around town. Alyssa was starting to feel that this date with Galen might turn into something more; she definitely wouldn’t have been opposed to a second date.

 

“So Galen… if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you looking for. I don’t want to be pushy it’s just that I’m fresh out of a relationship that had a pretty awful ending. I’m not looking to make any more mistakes.”

 

Galen squeezed her hand.

 

“Don’t worry, we can take things slow. I like you Alyssa. There’s something about you that’s so different but at the same time, so peaceful to be around. I’m hoping that we can do this again.”

 

“So am I.”

 

Galen continued, “To tell you the truth, my heart’s been broken in the past. I know this tortured artist thing might seem cliched but I have to tell you, I’ve been through some terrible things.”

 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Alyssa said.

 

“It’s alright. I’m not looking for pity Alyssa. I just want to let you know that if I seem guarded, that’s why.”

 

“Ready to head home?” Galen asked.

 

Alyssa nodded. The night had gone well but it was about time to wrap it up. If things went on any later into the night, who knows what kind of expectations Galen could come up with. He didn’t seem like he was that kind of guy but they never really did, did they?

 

As they walked to her place, Galen pulled her close. Their conversation pace was slowing down, matching the winding of the evening. Alyssa felt the spring breeze picking up around her and she walked even closer to Galen matching his stride. As she clutched his large bicep, she wondered if all artists spent that much time at the gym. Galen was obviously strong with thick natural musculature that accentuated his lean physique.

 

When they arrived at Alyssa’s apartment, she let Galen walk her to the door, using her body language to make it clear that she wasn’t going to let him upstairs on the first date.

 

“So, we’ll do this again?” Galen asked.

 

Alyssa stood next to him, looking into his eyes and noticing that Galen was a towering 6’4” for the first time. She nodded, keeping her eyes locked with his and hoping desperately that he got the hint about what she wanted.

 

“Yes, I’d love that,” Alyssa added, letting the words spill out of her mouth slow and precise.

 

Galen leaned forward and held onto the small of Alyssa’s back pulling her close. He pressed his soft rosebud lips to hers for the first time. As he kissed her, Alyssa felt the electricity of fresh romance and arousal shoot through her body. She reached up and held onto Galen’s face, kissing him back hard letting him know that she felt exactly as he did.

 

Alyssa didn’t want to pull away from what had been the most electrifying kiss of her life to date. Finally, a need for oxygen caused Alyssa to come up for air. She pulled back and opened her eyes, looking right into Galen’s eyes and seeing the desire that she expected. She understood because she wanted it too. Just not now, not yet.

 

“May I have another?” Galen whispered.

 

Alyssa nodded and tip toed up to his lips again. The second kiss wasn’t dulled by the initial one and Alyssa easily slipped into arousal again. She pulled away and whispered, “I’ve got to go…”

 

Galen nodded and then watched her leave. Alyssa’s heart was pounding as she closed the door behind her. The date hadn’t been perfect but perfect wouldn’t have been real. Alyssa couldn’t wait to tell Maeve that her prediction had been wrong. There had been no big drama, no disaster waiting to happen. It had been decidedly normal. Alyssa was happy for that. She needed some normal in her life. All she needed for everything to be in her order was a new job.

For the first time in a while, Alyssa felt like things were looking up.

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