It Must Be Love. Nicki Night

      A special thanks to Beverly Jenkins and Brenda Jackson for your guidance, for always being there for me and for allowing me to drag you into stuff! LOL. I appreciate you! Priscilla Johnson, Rowena Winfrey, Michelle Chavis, Shavonna Futrell, Shannon Harper, Cheryl McClinton, Stephanie Moss, Deirdre Young and Yolanda Rigby, I can’t thank you ladies enough for all of your support. Thank you for being on my team! Shawana Kenner and Shannel Parker, thank you for helping me name my last two heroes!

      To all my readers, thank you for being here! MUAH!

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       About the Author

       Booklist

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Introduction

       Dear Reader

       Dedication

       Acknowledgments

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Extract

       About the Publisher

       Chapter 1

      “The words Jewel and committed in a sentence together...” Dominique let her statement fall and sniffed out a chuckle.

      “I know. It doesn’t even sound right. Ha!” Harper waved incredulously as if the concept was too ridiculous to consider.

      “I’m completely capable of being in a committed relationship.” Jewel defended herself, twisting her ankle in the mirror to check out the stiletto she tried on. “I just have standards.”

      “Standards,” her friends said together and burst out laughing.

      “As penetrable as a petrified forest!” Dominique’s loud whisper elicited laughter from both ladies as she plopped on a pink faux fur bench with a shoebox in her hands.

      Jewel placed her hand on her hip. “I am not that bad.” A beat passed. “Am I?”

      Dominique and Harper exchanged sideways glances and looked back at Jewel.

      “There’s nothing wrong with wanting certain things in the man you date.” She dismissed their unspoken scrutiny with a flip of her hand. “Why waste time getting to know someone if you know you’re not compatible? I say have your fun and move on.” Jewel shrugged, slipped out of the stilettos and placed them back in the box.

      Leaning against the shoe rack, Dominique crossed her arms. “You don’t give people a chance. Look at Maddox. He was charming and had a great body.”

      “Please!”