It’s release week for me. Street Safe is
releasing September 14 from Evernight Publishing. Can’t wait until then, well
get a sneak peek at the first chapter only on my author app. :-)
One of the cool things about Street Safe
is the relationship between Na’arah and her sister Zemira. Remember the Sisters
from White Christmas? That little song went through my head whenever I think of
Na’arah and Zee or my sister.
I have a sister, (she’s my baby) and
we’re very close. This book is sort of homage to her. We live over an hour away
and don’t get to see each other as often as we’d like. I didn’t realize how
much time we spent together until I moved away.
We did little things together. Impromptu
lunches, shopping, walks, working out, slumber parties. (my kids would spend
the night at her house or hers would hang with me) We got manis and pedis, hair
done, massages. All the fun stuff. One thing that’s true with my sister and
Na’arah’s is that she seldom loans shoes.
We love shoes, but my sis takes it to a
whole ‘nother level. She loves stilettos, although I think she draws the line
at anything over six inches. What’s cool is, my sister actually owns a pair of
shoes similar to the ones on the cover Street Safe.
My sister is my confidant, my best
friend, my ride or die chick and her fictional counterpart nearly stole the
show, and Zee even has her own story. Shhh.
So is your sister your friend or bitter
enemy? Or if you don’t have a sister, do you have that best friend, confidant,
ride-or-die chick?
Blurb:
Street Callan wants only one thing
from the sultry voluptuous woman in red heels, a night of steamy, unadulterated
sex.
Na’arah Simmons has no problem
submitting to Street’s seductive allure, since she shares in the attraction.
When their one night stand leaves
her with an unplanned souvenir, his less than desired response will force her
to move on.
However, when she’s the only
witness to a brutal murder, Na’arah has only Street to turn to if she wants to
save herself and her unborn child.
Excerpt:
He studied her a moment: dark
circles smudged her eyes and when she tilted her head, her hair slid over her
shoulders. She hugged the light zip-up hoodie she wore more firmly around her
voluptuous figure, which only enhanced the swell of her breasts. He dropped his
gaze, hoping to avoid the temptation of her curvy bosom, only to fasten on the
hint of bare midriff. A diamond studded hoop adorned her navel, while the
corner of a small tattoo peeked above the waistband of her low rise yoga pants.
A touch of ink teased and flared
like a beacon. He had to know what it was, he’d bet money it was a butterfly or
some other cutesy piece or art. Damn, if he’d had time yesterday, he’d have
discovered her secret.
“Why can’t I stop thinking about
you?” he demanded.
She shook her head. “I don’t know
what game you’re playing, but I don’t want any part of it.”
“I could say the same thing about
you. You told me you didn’t have a boyfriend.”
“And I don’t.”
He resisted the urge to flinch
beneath her scathing glare. “What about that blond guy at the fair? He seemed
pretty happy with your services.” Watching the play of emotions cross her
pretty features fascinated him.
Confusion knitted her brows,
before it cleared and was replaced by stormy anger. “You thought I was a
willing participant to what that fool was doing?”
To his horror, her eyes glistened
like diamonds. Once again his mouth and emotions ran rampant when a cooler head
should’ve prevailed.
“If my sister hadn’t been there,
he most certainly would’ve tried to take advantage of my position.” She stared
at him a moment, disappointment mingled with contempt. “Why would you think
otherwise?”
Street held out his hand, palm
side up. “Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t...”
She spun on her heel. He grabbed
her arm and dragged into his embrace. Na’arah wiggled against him, igniting a
firestorm of need only she could quench.
“Let me go.”
“I wish I could.”
Fire sparked and flared in her
eyes, but beneath the anger was good old fashioned lust. Her beautiful breasts
heaved up and down. He hauled her a little closer, so she rose on tiptoe to
keep her balance. She grasped his biceps to stay upright. Last night when she
stood in front of him, he could kiss her on the forehead with no problem.
Today, without the heels, the top of her head barely reached his shoulder. And
that was just fine with him.
“If all you wanted was a one
night stand all you had to do was say so. I’m grown. You don’t have to play
with my emotions by pretending to want to date me then ignore me until it’s
convenient for you. If you don’t want to see me, just say so.”
“I don’t want a one night stand.”
He lowered his head and slanted his mouth across hers. Her lips were pure
temptation. He ran his tongue along the seam, nibbling at her full bottom lip.
When she moaned, he deepened the kiss. Such sweetness and it was his for the
taking.
He relished the heat of her hands
as they slid from his arms to lock behind his neck. The move allowed him to
draw her closer, molding her soft breasts to his lean, muscular frame. Now all
he could think about was the way her body would feel, bare beneath his, and
despised the clothing that prevented them from being skin to skin.
With supreme effort he broke the
kiss, but did not let her go.
She slid her hands from his
shoulders to his chest and looked up at him with desire filled eyes. “If you
didn’t want a one night stand, then why were you so cold yesterday?”
“I thought— I was jealous,” he
muttered.
“Jealous?” Surprised filled her
voice. “Why?”
He released her and stepped away.
“Can we talk about this over dinner?”
“Dinner?”
“Yes.”
She studied him so long he feared
she’d say no. “Fine, but you better have a really good explanation.”
Street exhaled the breath he’d
been holding. “I’ll meet you at the bar at 7:30 this evening.”
Na’arah nodded and sauntered
away.
He watched the sassy sway of her
hips. Damn, baby girl had a body on her.
~Until next time, Indulge Your Inner
Romantic.~
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Great cover! I love that you're so close to your sis. Happy release day!
ReplyDeleteHi J.J. Thank you so much for hosting me today.
ReplyDelete@ Jillian, hey girl. I love my sis, she gets me through.
ReplyDeleteHey Lynn!
Great post. I'm good friends with my sister, too. We share an apartment.
It wasn't/isn't easy for two grown women to blend cats, dogs, birds, and kids--grown, but hers lives here--mine might as well *g* The birds are mind, but she has a young Shepherd mix and a siamese--so we're even. Needless to say, hijinks ensue...
Can't wait to read the book *g*