July 8th, 2010 By Letty | No Comments »
Pacing barefoot, dragging her feet over the highly polished hardwood floor of her 1,000 square foot, L-shaped, mini-loft. Fiona looked across the open living area, decorated in what she liked to call “tropical minimalism.”
Two tall palm trees stood in the far opposite corners of the room, their fronds gently grazing the 13-foot ceiling. A hammock hung in front of the apartments only window. It was actually a large sliding glass door, stretching from floor to ceiling.
It lead out onto a small, no correct that, a very small terrace. Neighbors used their outdoor spaces to store bicycles, ironing boards, ab rollers, things of that nature.
Fiona chose to use the meager space as a flower box. She loved the smell of the soil; the feel of it in her hands, caring for each tender young sprout or tiniest of seed as wonderfully as she treated the rest of God’s creatures. Not to mention all of the pretty flowers that seemed always in bloom no matter what season.
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July 5th, 2010 By Sonaiya | No Comments »
Samari Di Meglio and Blade Madaris are polar opposites – he’s a player and would never dream of being restricted to only one woman and she’s a self-proclaimed “player-hater” who sets guys with dishonorable intentions up and leaves them feeling humiliated and dissatisfied. However, after meeting Sam at his cousin’s wedding, Blade becomes determined for her to become a notch in his bedpost. He only wants her for one thing and one thing only; or so he thinks.
But when a mysterious “secret admirer” sends Sam a beautiful bouquet with a death threat attached, Blade wastes no time in volunteering to be her bodyguard – prompting him to question why he is so concerned about this woman beyond her anatomy, stirring him to address his true feelings for her, and inspiring him to make a sensual confession of his own…
This novel is the 16th book in the Madaris Family and Friends series and Jackson, who is described by Publisher’s Weekly as “prolific” hits the nail on the head in her quest to create a novel that is equal parts sexy and suspenseful.
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He didn’t mean to kiss her. In fact, he had decided after last night that he wouldn’t come within ten feet of her again. But there was something about Samari Di Meglio that got to him on a level no other woman could. She had done more than just get under his skin. She had gotten into other places in his body, as well. Places he didn’t want to think about now.
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June 29th, 2010 By Letty | No Comments »
“ We smoked it.” Max chortled, “Unless you got more on you.”
Max knew he didn’t. They always knew who had what on them- how much money, what kind of drugs, things of that nature.
“When? We didn’t… Oh, yeah… No, that was yesterday.” Peter couldn’t remember smoking the last joint. He had to find it. He tore off his coat, pulled off his sweater…
“After I got that falafel on Sixth St. We smoked in that alley next to that new tattoo shop.” Max informed the now half naked Peter.
Peter stopped his search. “Oh, yeah!” Relieved he was not losing his mind, he started to pick up his clothes and began to dress.
“So you want me to walk you home, or you want to come my way.” Peter looked closely at his friend for an answer, then his eyes diverted.
“Peter…Peter… Hey, stony.” Max wondered what it was this time.
Peter seemed miles away, his eyes not focused on anything in particular, his head cocked at an angle, he seemed to be listening to something.
“What is it man?” Max’s curiosity got the better of him.
“Don’t you here it? Listen, that sound- I’ve been hearing it for a while now.”
Max interrupted, “So, you’ve been hearing this sound all night and just decided to let me in on it?”
“No. Not like that. I’ve heard it every so often for the last month or so. Don’t you hear it?”
Max put his ear to the wind trying to concentrate on listening- half wondering what he was listening for.
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