Love on the Rocks. Pamela Yaye

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      Tangela didn’t have the strength to turn away from his touch. The truth was she craved him. Like wine. Like chocolate. Like sensuous lovemaking.

      Caressing her cheeks with the back of his fingers, he weakened her resolve. Then, the unthinkable. Their lips came together in a passion-filled reunion. His kiss—his sweet, gentle kiss, was like balm on her wounded heart and soothed away her deepest pain.

      Desire gripped her, filled her, swallowed her whole. His lips moved beautifully, expertly over her mouth. Tangela didn’t feel as if any of this was real. They were enemies. Bitter, angry exes who couldn’t stand each other. They’d had a volatile breakup, and before last month they hadn’t laid eyes on each other in two years.

      But when she felt his tongue inside her mouth, seeking her own, Tangela slanted her head to the right, hungry for more.

      PAMELA YAYE

      has a bachelor’s degree in Christian education and has been writing short stories since elementary school. Her love for African-American fiction and literature prompted her to actively pursue a career in writing romance. When she’s not reading or working on her latest novel, she’s watching basketball, cooking or planning her next vacation. Pamela lives in Calgary, Canada, with her handsome husband and adorable daughter.

      Love on the Rocks

      Pamela Yaye

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      Baby Justice,

       I miss you and think about you every single day.

      Dear Reader,

      Destiny can be delayed, but never denied….

      Love is a powerful drug. It can make a sister break out in song, or cause a perfectly sane man to lose his mind. And that’s exactly what happens to Warrick Carver when he spots his ex-girlfriend, Tangela Howard, at a Las Vegas costume party. Not only has she lost weight, colored her hair and squeezed into a skintight Catwoman costume, she’s sashaying around the room on the arm of another man. So what’s a rich, successful architect to do? Scheme his way back into her life, that’s what!

      I hope you enjoy Tangela and Warrick’s story in Love on the Rocks, and getting the chance to catch up with Sage and Marshall from Games of the Heart. Don’t worry, you’ll be seeing other cameos from your favorite characters in the near future. I’ve revamped my Web site, and I’m running a Valentine’s Day contest, so please come visit me at www.pamelayaye.com.

      Stay tuned for my next Kimani Romance, Pleasure for Two, coming out in November 2010.

      Until next time,

      Pamela Yaye

      Acknowledgments

      I dedicate this book to all of the people I love: my darling husband, Jean-Claude, and my daughter, Aysiah. My amazing parents, Daniel and Gwendolyn Odidison. My super-cool siblings, Kenneth and Bettey Odidison. And all my friends and relatives near and far.

      Love on the Rocks is my seventh Kimani Press romance novel, and I’m proud to be part of such a supportive, hardworking team. Sha-Shana Crichton and Kelli Martin continue to help me create strong, engaging stories, and I’m thankful to have two fabulous sistas in my corner. May God bless you both.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      Chapter One

      Warrick Carver strode off the elevator onto the twentieth floor of Truman Enterprises. He radiated success, and his brisk gait suggested he was a man of purpose. Walking tall, he pushed open the glass door, nodding to the robust security guard keeping watch over the suites of luxury offices. Polished-looking in a wool suit and an azure tie, he approached the reception area, wearing a wide smile that crippled every woman within a one-mile radius.

      Energized by the pungent aroma of Colombian coffee, he mentally reviewed his morning schedule. A budget meeting, a visit to one of the construction sites and an afternoon conference call to Japan. His head throbbed just thinking about it.

      Peals of girlish laughter punctured the air. His personal assistant, Payton Ellis, and three female associates were gathered around her desk in a tight circle clucking like a band of chickens. Warrick couldn’t see what they were looking at, but it incited nods, murmurs and shrieks of delight. On any other day, he’d overlook their impromptu coffee break and make a beeline for his office, but the Human Resources manager was due any minute, and he didn’t want the overbearing warlord to catch anyone slacking off.

      “Back to work, ladies.” No sense antagonizing his employees, he decided, keeping his tone light. “You can finish up your discussion at lunch.”

      “Guess who’s on the cover of People magazine?” Payton asked, wearing a cheeky grin.

      Shrugging nonchalantly, Warrick joked, “I don’t know. J-Lo and the twins?” Celebrity gossip didn’t interest him, but Payton made it her business to know what was happening in the lives of the rich and famous. It didn’t matter how many times he told her he didn’t care where Bono ate lunch or who Naomi Campbell had bitch-slapped, she chattered incessantly about her favorite stars as if they were her closest friends.

      “You’ll never guess who it is.” Before he could even begin to think of an answer, she screamed, “It’s Tangela!”

      “My Tangela?” Warrick didn’t catch his mistake until he noticed the amused expressions on the women’s faces. Coughing to hide his discomfort, he helped himself to a disposable cup and filled it with water from the cooler positioned against the wall. “Isn’t that something?” His smile was superficial. No teeth, no shine, no light. “Good for her. That’s great.”

      “I’d say. She’s lost almost eighty pounds!”