Hello everyone,
As promised I am offering a contest for my book Healing Hearts. If you've already bought and read it, you might have a jump on the other readers. This contest will run through the month of October. On the 31st I will announce the winner. So, you have plenty of time to order it and read it. This isn't a race to see who response first, but a contest for the first person with the correct answers. So, if you respond early, but don't have the answer correct, you can try again.
What do you get if you win you ask? You will receive a mug with the Healing Hearts book cover on it, filled with chocolates and other interesting goodies, as well as a T-shirt with the cover for my coming book Fire and Desire.
Yes, all of this can be yours if you can tell me:
1. How did Jason discover Yasmine's desire to adopt the twins?
2. What two significant incidents happened to make Yasmine change her mind about marrying Jason?
Here is a juicy excerpt:
“How about these dishes, care to help me get them cleaned up?" Jason asked.
"You got it."
Yasmine turned on the radio to the local station and they began to put the kitchen back in order. Jason was treasuring the moment he was having with Yasmine, as she stood in her own environment and unencumbered. He noticed her humming and bobbing her head to the different songs that came across the airwaves. He occasionally joined her in a song or two.
They began washing dishes. He scrubbed them while she dried. She was standing so close that they sporadically bumped elbows or brushed fingers in the rinse water. Jason was using everything in his arsenal to keep his mind focused on the mundane task and not concentrate on how good the bath soap she used smelled, mingling with her natural fragrance.
"This is one of my favorite songs. I don't actually get to hear it enough being buried in my office all the time." Jason commented about a Shakira song that came on the radio, trying to distract himself. He began to sing the lyrics aloud.
"Oh, brotha..." Yasmine was saying.
"What? You ought to be glad you got me when you did, otherwise Miss Hips Don't Lie would've been my future wife. I had it all planned out."
"Riiight. In your dreams buddy. I have a better chance at marrying Morris Chestnut."
"Don't believe me? One day she's going to hear my lyrical style and beg me to accompany her in a duet of love." Jason began to sing again, this time using a spoon as a microphone.
He watched as Yasmine laughed at him, then stepped back away from the sink and began to perform what only could be described as the silliest dance he had ever seen. He was speechless at how fast her movements turned him on as he watched the dramatic playful sway of her hips as she mimicked the artist.
Jason stopped singing and moved toward her slowly.
Yasmine was breathless and beautiful from dancing and laughing.
When he didn't stop his progression until he stood in front of her. He recognized the moment what was on his mind, became clear to her. Her pupils constrict and her eyes began to darken. Neither of them closed the gap. They continued to stare at each other as the atmosphere around them became charged.
Standing this close, he could smell her, the fresh scent of her bath wash played in the air. Some sort of passionate nectar that caused his manhood to tighten and swell.
Yasmine began to take hesitant steps backwards.
That didn't avert him from his goal. He was a man on the prowl, stocking his sexual mate, the one who's pheromones called him—tempted him beyond thought or reason.
The counter stopped Yasmine from retreating any further.
They stood toe to toe, as he reached his hand out and brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. Her pulse beating rapidly on the side of her throat, he watched it, timing his own and finding its rhythm in succession.
Before she could say anything to distract him, he leaned in and connected his mouth to hers. The kiss was magnetic. It seemed to pull all of his thoughts of how wrong this was and the knowledge that it wouldn’t lead anywhere out of his mind and he deepened the kiss and still couldn't seem to get enough.
Yasmine's moan of enjoyment encouraged him. Aiming to level the playing field Jason lifted Yasmine's petite frame up onto the counter top.
His hands now with better access to what was within reach, he located the hem of her T-shirt and began to explore her soft skin underneath.
As Jason's mouth continued its onslaught of attention, his hands moved up her tiny ribcage to her full, firm breasts that were being held captive in a lacy bra.
* * * *
As promised I am offering a contest for my book Healing Hearts. If you've already bought and read it, you might have a jump on the other readers. This contest will run through the month of October. On the 31st I will announce the winner. So, you have plenty of time to order it and read it. This isn't a race to see who response first, but a contest for the first person with the correct answers. So, if you respond early, but don't have the answer correct, you can try again.
What do you get if you win you ask? You will receive a mug with the Healing Hearts book cover on it, filled with chocolates and other interesting goodies, as well as a T-shirt with the cover for my coming book Fire and Desire.
Yes, all of this can be yours if you can tell me:
1. How did Jason discover Yasmine's desire to adopt the twins?
2. What two significant incidents happened to make Yasmine change her mind about marrying Jason?
Here is a juicy excerpt:
“How about these dishes, care to help me get them cleaned up?" Jason asked.
"You got it."
Yasmine turned on the radio to the local station and they began to put the kitchen back in order. Jason was treasuring the moment he was having with Yasmine, as she stood in her own environment and unencumbered. He noticed her humming and bobbing her head to the different songs that came across the airwaves. He occasionally joined her in a song or two.
They began washing dishes. He scrubbed them while she dried. She was standing so close that they sporadically bumped elbows or brushed fingers in the rinse water. Jason was using everything in his arsenal to keep his mind focused on the mundane task and not concentrate on how good the bath soap she used smelled, mingling with her natural fragrance.
"This is one of my favorite songs. I don't actually get to hear it enough being buried in my office all the time." Jason commented about a Shakira song that came on the radio, trying to distract himself. He began to sing the lyrics aloud.
"Oh, brotha..." Yasmine was saying.
"What? You ought to be glad you got me when you did, otherwise Miss Hips Don't Lie would've been my future wife. I had it all planned out."
"Riiight. In your dreams buddy. I have a better chance at marrying Morris Chestnut."
"Don't believe me? One day she's going to hear my lyrical style and beg me to accompany her in a duet of love." Jason began to sing again, this time using a spoon as a microphone.
He watched as Yasmine laughed at him, then stepped back away from the sink and began to perform what only could be described as the silliest dance he had ever seen. He was speechless at how fast her movements turned him on as he watched the dramatic playful sway of her hips as she mimicked the artist.
Jason stopped singing and moved toward her slowly.
Yasmine was breathless and beautiful from dancing and laughing.
When he didn't stop his progression until he stood in front of her. He recognized the moment what was on his mind, became clear to her. Her pupils constrict and her eyes began to darken. Neither of them closed the gap. They continued to stare at each other as the atmosphere around them became charged.
Standing this close, he could smell her, the fresh scent of her bath wash played in the air. Some sort of passionate nectar that caused his manhood to tighten and swell.
Yasmine began to take hesitant steps backwards.
That didn't avert him from his goal. He was a man on the prowl, stocking his sexual mate, the one who's pheromones called him—tempted him beyond thought or reason.
The counter stopped Yasmine from retreating any further.
They stood toe to toe, as he reached his hand out and brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. Her pulse beating rapidly on the side of her throat, he watched it, timing his own and finding its rhythm in succession.
Before she could say anything to distract him, he leaned in and connected his mouth to hers. The kiss was magnetic. It seemed to pull all of his thoughts of how wrong this was and the knowledge that it wouldn’t lead anywhere out of his mind and he deepened the kiss and still couldn't seem to get enough.
Yasmine's moan of enjoyment encouraged him. Aiming to level the playing field Jason lifted Yasmine's petite frame up onto the counter top.
His hands now with better access to what was within reach, he located the hem of her T-shirt and began to explore her soft skin underneath.
As Jason's mouth continued its onslaught of attention, his hands moved up her tiny ribcage to her full, firm breasts that were being held captive in a lacy bra.
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