One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
“Oh.” There has to be a way to convince him. “What if I slipped you some bills?”
“The club would still be at capacity.” He shuts down my attempt at bribing him.
With money.
No one can resist my cookies. I open the tin. “Cookie?”
Tyrice hesitates for a moment, looks at me, at the cookies, at me once more. “You didn’t poison these or anything, did you?”
“You should ask that.” I nod, approving of the question. “The most successful serial killers in history have used poison.” I’m addicted to crime shows, especially those involving serial killers. They often prey on the homeless. If I ever end up on the street, I’m determined not to be one of their victims. “But that’s in history. Now, tests are almost certain to detect it as the cause of death. They’d trace the poison back to the cookies in your stomach. Everyone here has seen me offer them to you.” I gaze pointedly at the long line of club kids. “I’d get caught.”
Tyrice stares at me.
I smile gently. “If I was going to kill you, I’d be more careful.” I’ve watched enough shows to know how to kill someone and not get caught.
“Ummm…” He hesitates.
“My boyfriend, Edward Langston, is a lawyer. He can vouch for me.” If I’m ever permitted to see him. “The cookies are safe. I promise.”
Tyrice studies me.
I look as innocent as possible.
“Okay.” The doorman finally yields. “Thank you.” He selects one.
I wait until he’s munching happily, his eyelids partially lowered, a sublime expression on his scary face. Then I present my case yet again. “I need a minute, five tops. I just want to give these to Edward.”
“There’s no outside food allowed in the club, ma’am,” Tyrice mumbles between bites.
“You can have the cookies.” I press the tin into his big hands. “Let me inside.”
“Can’t.” He avoids my gaze. “Those are the—”
“Rules, I know.” Which rule am I breaking now? “I gave you cookies.”
“Nana Zaire gives me cookies too. I don’t allow her inside during club hours.”
I frown. “Are you saying I look as old as your grandma?”
His eyes widen. “No, I—”
“You don’t think I’m hot or young enough for your club, do you?” Desperate, I play my last card—hysterical female. “You’re no spring chicken yourself.” I look him over. “And you’re definitely not a skinny Minnie. Yet you’re a man, so it’s okay.” I’ve heard enough rants from Azure on this subject to do it justice. “It’s acceptable. Well, I—”
“Look, ma’am.” Tyrice grabs my arm and moves me two steps away from the line. “You’re hot. Fuck. You’re smokin’.” His gaze lowers to my heaving chest. “All those lush curves and endless skin. Mmm… Mmm…” He smacks his lips and my face heats. “If I wasn’t working and you were willing, I’d bend you over and fuck you against the wall until you screamed my name. Then I’d fuck you some more. They’d be calling the cops, you’d be making so much noise.”
Holy shit. I stare at him.
“I’d tap that ass so hard, you’d be feeling my dick for weeks.” He cups himself. “Have you ever had a massive man like me in your back door, princess?”
I shake my head, speechless. I’ve never had anyone in my back door.
“Fuck. You’d be tight.” The doorman grins. “I could come in my pants thinking about those lush, white cheeks hugging my big dick.” He looks around us, signals to another large man dressed similarly to him. “Tell me you’re game and—”
“I have a boyfriend.” My voice is high and squeaky.
His smile fades. “And I’m working.” He waves his friend away. “If my job was to let smokin’ hot women into the club, I’d allow you to enter in a heartbeat. Hell, I’d buy you a drink and take you home at the end of the night. But that isn’t my job. My job is to ensure the white boys are happy.” He glances at the club kids in the line and his top lip curls. “Do you know what they like?”
I know what Edward likes. I open my mouth to tell him.
“They like blonde chicks so skinny they could snap them into two.” Tyrice doesn’t wait for my answer. “Little girls with poky hips and no ass to speak of. They must be good at giving head because they certainly aren’t built for fucking.” He mutters this last sentence. “My job is to let those types of girls and only those types into the club.”
“I’d only be a minute.” I try again. “No one would know.”
“My boss would know. He knows everything.”
“If I talked to your boss—”
“He’d ban you from the club for wasting his time and you’d never get in. Ever.” Tyrice folds his big arms in front of him. “Go to the back of the line or, better yet, go home.”
I mimic his stance. “I’m not going home.”
No one is as stubborn as I am.
The doorman’s jaw juts.
I stick my chin out and rise onto my toes.
He leans forward, looming over me. “You’re not getting into this—”
“She’s with me, Tyrice.” A warm hand grasps my hip and I jerk, surprised by the contact, by the deep male voice, by the jolt of energy zinging from the newcomer’s body to mine.
“I didn’t realize that, Mr. Sheridan, sir.” Tyrice straightens.
I glance upward and stare.
The man oozes sex appeal, from his form-fitting, black suit and gray, silk shirt to his brown-velvet eyes.
The ebony hair touching his collar begs to be touched, to be pulled during orgasm. He has shoulders wide enough to cling to yet stopping short of body-building meathead territory. His narrow hips would fit perfectly between a woman’s thighs.
The jagged, black tattoo on his neck screams ‘wild in bed’. The laugh lines fanning from his eyes hint at age and experience.
He’s no club kid, fumbling with bras and buttons. This man would fuck hard, wringing every ounce of pleasure from his lover, leaving her sexually sated and delirious with pleasure. Everything about him is designed for seduction.
Judging by Tyrice’s reaction, he’s also the boss, a man to be respected.
And he has his hand on my hip, his fingers spread wide, touching as much of my form as he possibly can. His body heat engulfs me.
“I’m sorry, sir.” Tyrice continues to apologize. “A boyfriend was mentioned, an Edward Langston. She said nothing about being with you.”
“That’s an oversight I must correct.” Mr. Sheridan flashes a smile, his teeth vividly white against his tanned skin and I suck in my breath. That handsome face is deadly to a woman’s composure.
Tyrice hustles to open the door for us. “I meant no offense, ma’am.”
His apology breaks the spell his boss has cast on me. What am I doing—gawking at a stranger? I have a boyfriend, a man who loves me.
“What I said earlier.” The doorman waves his hands. “About tapping your—”
“It’s forgotten.” I stop him from completing that embarrassing sentence. “It will never to be mentioned again.”
Tyrice heaves a sigh of relief. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“You two had an interesting conversation, I see,” Mr. Sheridan murmurs, his voice stroking along my neck, sending tremors down my spine.
He doesn’t ask for any details about the conversation I had with Tyrice. Thank God. I don’t want to repeat what the doorman had said.
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
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