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Color of Love Blog Hop 2016 #coloroflovehop

Color of Love Blog Hop 2016

Welcome! To my U.S. readers, I hope you had a great Thanksgiving. To all the new faces, I’m Delaney Diamond and I write sweet, sensual, passionate romance.

The authors and bloggers on the Color of Love blog hop are celebrating multicultural and interracial love, so if you enjoy romance novels featuring people of color, you’ll love this blog hop.

There are some great prizes available. 1) Make sure you enter using the Rafflecopter for a chance to win a grand prize. 2) Visit each blog for a chance to win the individual prizes offered.

After you’re finished hopping to the other blogs, come back and take a look at my contributions, which include interracial and African-American romance. You can read the blurb and first chapter excerpts after clicking on the covers on my Books page. There are also free short stories available for you to read here.

Book Spotlight

The book I’m spotlighting today is Unforgettable, part of the Johnson Family series about a billionaire beer and restaurant dynasty based in Seattle. The ebook is FREE from most of the online retailers (links below). The last book in the series, Good Behavior, will release on November 29th.

She offered everything he never knew he needed…

Ivy Johnson is stunned when Lucas Baylor makes an appearance at her family’s event in Seattle. She hasn’t seen him in nine years and never expected to again. Avoiding him is a must. She can’t let him uncover her secret, but Lucas won’t be denied. When her deception is revealed, it throws his life into a tailspin and forces them to face the truth of their feelings for each other—feelings they’ve both tried in vain to forget.

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I’m giving away three (3) audiobooks! To enter: 1) Visit my list of audiobooks. 2) In the comments, tell me which book you’d like to receive.


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1st prize $50 GC + 7 ebooks

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3rd prize $15 GC + 7 ebooks

4th prize $10  GC + 7 ebooks

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 Hop to the next blog on the list

1. Kiru Taye 15. Ines Johnson 29. Rina Gray
2. Nana Prah 16. Sharon C. Cooper 30. Joyfully Reviewed
3. Empi Baryeh 17. Candace Shaw 31. Synithia Williams
4. RWOWA 18. Natasha Blackthorne 32. L. Loren
5. Sexy Romance Novels 19. Sydney Aaliyah Michelle 33. LaQuette
6. Kai Tyler 20. Kenya Wright 34. Jamie Wesley
7. Love Bites and Silk 21. Delaney Diamond 35. A.J. Locke
8. Felicia Denise 22. LaVerne Thompson 36. A.C. Melody
9. Guinevere & Libertad 23. Tia Kelly 37. Kay Blake
10. G.L. Tomas 24. Patience Saduwa 38. Sheena Binkley
11. Georgia Lyn Hunter 25. Paulette Harper 39. M.J. Kane
12. Lea’s Crazy Nights 26. LENA HART 40. The Reading Addict
13. Lily Harlem 27. S.W.Frank 41. Reviews by Crystal
14. Kim Golden 28. Reana Malori 42. Dionne Grace


Meet Cameron Bennett and Simone Brooks…

It’s release day!

Bennett Triplets booksCameron Bennett and Simone Brooks’ story is now available. I’m excited for a couple of reasons. First, I worked on this trilogy with my good friends, Candace Shaw and Sharon C. Cooper. Each of us has written a novella about the three siblings, two men and one woman–Cameron, Harper, and Mason. For the next few days, each book is only $1.99 before going to the regular price of $2.99.

Keep reading to learn more about the novella I wrote.

The idea for the A Passionate Love storyline came about after conversations with two of my friends–one female, one male.My girlfriend is going through a divorce. Why? She believes it’s because she earns significantly more money than her husband, and her job and higher salary have always been a bone of contention between them. I wish I could write a happy ending for them.

My male friend has had to swallow his pride and accept that since his wife earned her masters, her salary is now double that of his. Talking to him gave me a good feel for the male perspective in this type of situation which, nowadays, is happening more frequently.

Because of both those conversations, I decided that one of the conflicts in the story would center around the fact that Simone Brooks is much wealthier than Cameron Bennett.

I’m not a plotter. I free write my stories, so details about the characters are revealed to me during the process of writing. Cameron revealed himself as a 33-year-old “old soul.” At least, that’s the way Simone described him. He has a huge vinyl record collection and is conservative when it comes to spending money.

Then there’s Simone, 30 years old and the complete opposite. She comes from a wealthy family. She’s a cousin to the Johnsons of Seattle. They don’t make an appearance, but those of you familiar with the series will recognize some of the references.

As you can well imagine, Simone is used to the finer things in life and has no trouble spending a lot of money. Either on herself or on her man. Cameron makes an excellent living as a nightclub owner, but his income pales in comparison to the wealth Simone is accustomed to. Toss in a meddling mother, and you have a recipe for disaster.

But this is a romance, so of course there’s a happy ending. The relationship is a little rocky at first, but I hope you’ll be rooting for this couple. I think they’re great together, and hope you do, too.

Happy reading!


A Passionate Love_200X300Simone Brooks and Cameron Bennett should not be together. She’s a wealthy socialite looking for a suitable husband. A man with the right pedigree and an economic status that matches her own. He’s part owner of the hottest nightclub in Atlanta with his siblings. Someone who loves cooking, the outdoors, and women, not necessarily in that order. 

After one night together, their sizzling chemistry makes it difficult to stay away. Then comes the hard part—navigating their differences to salvage a relationship that, while it may be imperfect, overflows with love and passion. 


She didn’t really have to use the bathroom. She just wanted to get away from the loud music and laughter for a few minutes.

It was darker inside the club, and with the dance floor a couple of floors below, the music was not as loud. Only the distant beat of a hip hop song could be heard as blue, purple, and red strobe lights flashed across the ceiling.

A wave of dizziness hit and Simone placed a steadying hand to the wall. Groaning inwardly, she reluctantly admitted her sister was right. She shouldn’t have been drinking on an empty stomach. Maybe she should find the bathroom. Moving along the carpeted hall with slow, careful steps, she dragged her hand along the wall, eyes searching for the restroom sign.

Up ahead a man stood near one of the pillars, wearing a dark brown suit, forearms on the balustrade, head bouncing to the music as he surveyed the action below.

Simone paused.

She couldn’t see his face. Craning her neck to get a better look in the dimly lit interior, she only saw the back of his closely shorn head and the height and shape of his body. He was a big guy, with a wide neck and broad shoulders.

Inexplicably, her heart began to race. She blinked a few times and quietly circled behind him.

Now she could see his profile, and had a good look at a strong jaw. Her heartbeat quadrupled, pounding so fast she placed a restraining hand against her chest. What the heck was wrong with her?

She continued to move, silently cursing when she staggered. She shook her head briskly to clear the dizziness, but doing so only worsened the disorienting feeling and she flailed her hands to regain balance.

The movement caught the stranger’s eye, and he turned suddenly. Simone managed to face him, legs spread apart to keep her balance. She placed a hand to her queasy stomach.

He left the railing and came toward her, his face furrowed in concern. “Ma’am, are you okay?”

“I…” She couldn’t even talk, and he remained silent, giving her ample opportunity to fully examine him.

He looked like an African god dropped into modern society, wearing a chocolate suit and matching tie. Even under the conservative attire, she could tell he had a firm body. All man, he was easily six foot three. He had a dark brown complexion, as if he’d been dipped in maple syrup, a beautifully broad nose, and lips so thick and luscious-looking they were downright indecent.

Dark brown eyes scoured her frame, dragging down the length of her body with the same intense inspection she gave him. His right eyebrow lifted a fraction higher over his eyes, and her nerve endings heightened at the attention, the hairs on her arms standing on end.

“Ma’am, are you okay?”

The sound of his voice again—deep and decadent as the finest chocolate—made her insides tremble.

Opening her mouth to speak, Simone flayed her hands in a flustered, inane movement that affirmed how rattled she was by him. Finally, she regained control of her limbs and pointed up. “I-I’m at the rooftop party.”

He nodded his understanding. “Oh, you’re a guest at the divorce party?”

“I’m throwing the party for one of my friends.” 

“Oh.” He came forward, his smile friendly, its brilliance rivaling the colorful strobe lights that crisscrossed the ceiling. “I’m one of the owners of Club Masquerade. I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself.”

Simone wanted to say what a good time they were having, and how pleased she was with the service they’d received so far. She opened her mouth to speak those very words, but they didn’t come.

The building nausea chose that very moment to make its presence known in a horribly embarrassing way. Instead of words issuing from her mouth, the liquid contents of her stomach bubbled up and spewed from her lips—all over his black shoes.

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Print copies go on sale September 23, 2016.


I have a couple of giveaways for you. Goodreads members, visit the giveaways page and enter for a chance to win an autographed copy of the book. It’s open to U.S. and Canada entrants.

You also have a chance to win by entering a scavenger hunt I and my co-authors have set up. Open to U.S. entrants only.
PRIZE 1: One entrant will win
– $75 in gift cards
– an autographed copy of For the Love of You by Candace Shaw, book 1 of the Precious Moments series
– an autographed copy of Blue Roses by Sharon C. Cooper, book 1 of the Reunited series
– an autographed copy of Unforgettable by Delaney Diamond, book 1 of the Johnson Family series
PRIZE 2: The authors will each select one winner from the scavenger hunt participants to receive an autographed copy of one of their books.
HOW TO ENTER: Click the link and follow the instructions on the form.
DEADLINE TO ENTER: 11:59 pm EST on September 24, 2016.
ELIGIBILITY: Open to U.S. entrants only. Winners will be contacted via email.




For those of you who like to see the visuals, visit the Pinterest page for the novel to see the images that helped me write the story.

IN CASE YOU MISSED IT: Introducing…Ronnie and Diego #FridayReads

Book 5 of the Love Unexpected series, One of the Guys, is about Ronnie Taylor and Diego Molina. But before I dive into an update, I have a few things to share with you. 

Just Friends and The Rules made Romance in Color’s Reviewers’ Choice Awards for the top books in 2015! Of course I was very flattered and excited to get the news. I’m in good company among some great authors. Visit Romance in Color for the entire list of winners. 

The Hawthorne Family series was my first African-American family series. Just like the Hot Latin Men series, I’m working on a box set that will include all four books and will put it on sale for a limited time.

The set will go on sale for 99 cents on July 1st. Mark your calendars!

Goodreads members, visit the giveaways page and enter for a chance to win an autographed copy of One of the Guys. It’s open to U.S. and international entrants.

You also have a chance to win by entering my contest. Open to U.S. and international entrants.
Prize: two entrants will receive a $25 gift card and autographed copy of One of the Guys
Deadline to enter: June 30, 2016 at 11:59 PM EST
Eligibility: You must be a newsletter subscriber. You can subscribe to my newsletter here =>  SUBSCRIBEPlease make sure that you enter the email address you use to subscribe to my newsletter
How to enter: Click the link and fill in the form. Winners will be contacted via email.



Introducing…Ronnie and Diego

I have a little bit of a girl crush on Ronnie Taylor because she’s so different from my other heroines. She’s a smart-mouthed mechanic who loves sports and hangs out in barbershops. But despite the tomboyish exterior, she’s still a woman. Like the rest of us, she wants to feel desired just the way she is, and although she can take care of herself, doesn’t mind if a man is willing to look out for her. That’s where Diego Molina comes in.

Diego owns the towing company located on the same lot as Ronnie’s mechanic shop. He’s a terrible flirt and no matter how many times Ronnie shoots him down, he comes right back at her with a smart remark or inappropriate comment. He also sees Ronnie in a different way than other men. He appreciates all facets of her appearance and personality and loves the fact that she can go from a T-shirt and jeans to a figure-hugging jersey dress. After pursuing her for over a year, he finally gets a chance with her.

Along the way, you’ll meet Ronnie’s father, Ezekiel. He’s old-fashioned and a bit overprotective, but he and Ronnie have a great rapport, and she wants him to find love again. Tomas and Talia from The Wrong Man make an appearance, along with brief appearances by Ryan and Shawna from The Blind Date and Sophie from The Right Time.

Overall, I think you’ll like this couple. They’re a perfect match. They both carry baggage that creates trust issues in their new relationship, but of course, they work through it eventually and get to their happily ever after…

He makes her feel like a woman…

Mechanic Ronnie Taylor spends most of her time with men. As such, she’s always been tough, but Diego Molina makes her feel the opposite of tough. The big Cuban is brash, bold, and gets under her skin. She finally has to admit the reason he annoys her isn’t because she dislikes him. It’s because she likes him a little too much.

When Diego turns the tables on Ronnie, he uncovers the sensual woman hiding underneath. But past regrets threaten to derail their new relationship. Before they can get to forever, they must trust that they’ve found what they’ve been looking for all along.


“I need to talk to you.”

He groaned and let his head fall back. “What do you want to complain about today, Veronica Pain-In-My-Ass Taylor?” He stuck a toothpick in his mouth and folded his arms over his chest.

She dragged her eyes from the way his muscles bulged into more prominence.
“Haha, very funny.” Pressing her hands onto her narrow hips, Ronnie glared at him. “Why do you always have to park your truck like that and take up the limited parking available for customers?”

“Is that what I did?” He scanned the almost empty parking lot they shared, chewing on the toothpick so it bobbed up and down between his full lips.

“You know good and well that’s what you did. I’ve told you plenty of times before. Since you bought this place, you’ve created a mess. You take up extra parking spaces, you block my garage bays—”

“Only when they’re empty,” he pointed out.

“You have no right to do that! Your guys leave trash in the back lot, and when are you going to move all those abandoned cars?”

At least ten cars sat in the fenced lot at the back of the buildings that hadn’t been picked up by their owners, and he appeared in no hurry to get rid of them.

“Let me handle my business, and you handle yours.”

“I try to handle mine, but as you can see”—she made a broad, sweeping gesture to showcase the lot—“someone doesn’t understand how to be a good neighbor.”

He tossed the toothpick to the ground and narrowed his eyes on her. “Are you the one leaving bad reviews for my business online?”

“Of course not!” The accusation stung. Not only was it unethical, her business and his were intertwined. She benefited if he did well.

Diego didn’t only bring her customers. He used Taylor Automotive to fix up cars he’d towed that were abandoned by their owners, and he in turn sold them for a profit. From what she could tell, that was a nice side business in addition to the towing company.

“I would be disappointed in you if you did.” Diego came closer and she held her breath. Dropping his voice, he said, “However, your whining and bitching is getting out of hand.”

“Under the circumstances, I’m very calm.”

“I’ve seen calm, and you’re not it. I’ve told you before I could fix you up and knock that bad attitude right out of you.”

“First of all, I don’t have a bad attitude.” Except with him. He provoked the worst in her. “Second of all, I thought I made myself clear that you’re not my type.”

“You’ve never tried my type.”

“How do you know what I’ve tried?” Ronnie asked, knowing she entered dangerous waters with the direction of the conversation, but unable to stop the slide into the unknown.

He sucked air between his teeth. “Ay no, you’ve never been with a Cuban man, mami. That much I know. It will change your whole life. You know what they say, once you go Cuban, you never go back.” He chuckled to himself, rubbing a hand over his shirt, and she couldn’t help but notice his massive hands and broad chest.

“That’s not the saying.”

“It is now.” His voice was low when he spoke next. “I keep telling you, a little horizontal salsa will do you some good.”

The air squeezed from her lungs and Ronnie’s chest tightened. She took a quivering breath. “I promise you, that will never happen,” she said, in her coolest voice possible.

The lids of his eyes lowered over his pupils as he did a lazy scan of her body. The brazen inspection made her feel uncomfortable in her own skin. A sensation, light and airy like a shadow, crept over her, compelling the hairs on her neck to stand on end.

“Oh, mami, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

“Not even if pigs fly and hell freezes over.” Icicles dripped from her voice.

“So that’s a maybe?”

She laughed a little. If there was one thing she could say about Diego, he was consistent. For over a year she’d had to deal with his lascivious smile and cavalier attitude. No matter how many times she shot him down, he came right back with a new line.

“That’s a never.” She moved closer to him and stood on tiptoe to get in his face, their heads mere inches apart. She made her face into a mask of sweetness and lowered her voice to a seductive purr. “Stop parking your damn truck in the customer parking spaces or I’m calling the landlord.” She often threatened to sic the landlord on him but never actually had.

He moaned and shivered, like a man who’d experienced something so exquisite he could barely stand it. “Oh Veronica, I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

Diego dropped his eyes to her chest, but this time the brazen inspection didn’t only fill her with unease. Heat burned her cheeks, and her traitorous breasts tightened in excitement at the attention. Fortunately, he couldn’t see their reaction under the loose-fitting gray overalls.

Ronnie curled her fingers into fists. There was no getting through to him. “Ugh!”

She swung around and stormed away. Yanking open the door, she hurried inside her shop. The sound of his amused laughter only disappeared when the door finally closed behind her.


Pop on over to Pinterest so you can see my inspirations for the story and a few pics that demonstrate my personal obsession with short hair. 🙂

Have a great weekend!

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IN CASE YOU MISSED IT…The Right Time is now available! #FridayReads

Book 4 of the Love Unexpected series is about Sophie Bradshaw and Ransom Stewart. Sophie is Brenda and Jay’s friend from An Unexpected Attraction, so you’ll get to catch up with them, and Ransom is Ryan’s brother from The Blind Date, so you’ll get to catch up with him and Shawna. Pop on over to Pinterest to see my inspirations for the story. 

I have a couple of giveaways for you. GoodReads members, visit the giveaways page and enter for a chance to win an autographed copy of the book. It’s open to U.S. and international entrants. 

You also have a chance to win by entering my contest. Open to U.S. and international entrants.

Prize: two entrants will receive a $25 gift card and autographed copy of The Right Time

Deadline to enter: March 19, 2016 at 11:59 PM EST

Eligibility: You must be a newsletter subscriber. You can subscribe to my newsletter here =>  SUBSCRIBEPlease make sure that you enter the email address you use to subscribe to my newsletter

How to enter: Click the link and fill in the form. Winners will be contacted via email.


I’m already hard at work on the next book in the series, One of the Guys. Until then, I hope you enjoy Ransom and Sophie’s story. Have a great day!


She’s just what he needs…

What happens in the Bahamas should stay in the Bahamas. That was the plan, until the woman Ransom Stewart hooked up with made an appearance at his law firm. He knows he should stay away from her. He knows he should leave her alone. But for some reason, he can’t.

Revenge sex. That’s what Sophie Bradshaw told herself the night with Ransom was all about. One night, to punish her boyfriend for years of neglect that culminated in a painful betrayal. She knows she should stay away from Ransom. She knows she should leave him alone. But for some reason…she can’t.

Chapter 1 Excerpt

Days like this made it hard for Sophie Bradshaw to remember why she enjoyed being a flight attendant, for nine years, despite meeting crappy passengers like the man in 2B.

Matthias Ditka thought the entire crew was there to do his bidding. Each time he asked for a refill of vodka, he yelled the request and rudely yanked the small bottle from their hands with an ungracious utterance of “About time.” The obnoxious behavior only increased with the length of the flight.

Sophie groaned when the call light came on again. “What does he want now?” she grumbled.

He’d managed to spoil her anticipation of the trip to the Bahamas, an arrangement she’d maneuvered by calling in a favor to swap routes with another flight attendant.

“Probably wants us to rub his feet.” Jalinda, one of the other flight attendants, rolled her eyes.

This was Sophie’s first time working with Jalinda, but she liked her a lot. Their similar temperament and the other woman’s sense of humor made the trip much more enjoyable.

“You take him this time, or I may end up punching him in the face,” Jalinda added.

Sophie laughed out loud and slammed a hand over her mouth. “I would love to see that.”

Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and walked down the first-class aisle. She stopped at the seat where a burly bearded man sat holding an empty mini vodka bottle.

“I need another one of these, pronto,” he said, way too loud.

Sophie leaned forward and spoke quietly. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m going to have to cut you off.”

“Cut me off?” he bellowed, causing heads to turn and Sophie to wince. “This is first class.”

“I understand. However, we can’t simply—”

He grabbed her hand and yanked her forward. The fingers around her wrist tightened so much, pain shot up her arm. “Listen here, missy. Either you or the other waitress can bring me something else to drink. I don’t care who does it. Do it now, or I’ll go back there and get the drink myself.”

His breath reeked of the liquor he’d consumed since takeoff, and she suspected he’d been drinking before then.

“You’re hurting me. Let go.” Sophie fisted her right hand, prepared to land a solid punch across the side of the man’s face if he didn’t release her by the time she counted to five in her head.


“Are you going to do as I ask? I am a customer and paid a small fortune for this damn seat.”

“Please let go of my arm.”


“I’ll let go when you give me the answer I want.”


“Let her go.”

The low tenor came from a few feet in front of her. Sophie had been completely oblivious to anyone moving toward them, and her gaze collided with that of a tall male, the hottie from a few rows back. His large frame dominated the aisle.

He smelled inviting. She detected a fresh, almost minty fragrance coming from him, and he looked liked he’d just stepped out of the pages of GQ, with a clean-shaven face, thick, dark hair neatly combed back from his face, and a powder-blue shirt that clung to his trim physique. A navy tie with black trousers, and black oxfords completed the look.

Despite his civilized appearance, he exuded an underlying roughness as he glared down at the grip the passenger had on her wrist, his body obviously tensed, jaw set in an inflexible line.

“Who’s going to make me let her go?” Matthias stared up at the younger man.

Thick, dark eyebrows snapped together. “I am. Believe me, I’m itching to let off some steam, and it would give me great pleasure to use you to do it.”

Matthias quickly dropped Sophie’s hand, and she gladly stepped back from him, rubbing her wrist.

“Are you okay?” The man searched her face.

He had nice lips. She seldom noticed a man’s lips, but his were thin with an appealing curve. Then there were his striking blue eyes, bright and clear, almost see-through, like glass. An empty hole in his right earlobe suggested he wore an earring, which was interestingly incongruous with his otherwise preppy appearance.

She nodded. “I’m fine, thank you.”

“I just want another drink. Is that so wrong?” the irate passenger hollered.

“She said she was cutting you off, and from the looks of it, you definitely don’t need anything else to drink.”

“Who are you, her daddy?” the wider man growled.

Her savior bent at the waist, getting right in the face of the burly passenger, and said, “I’m the guy who’s going to stuff that empty bottle up your ass.”

“Thank you so much, sir,” Sophie interrupted quickly. While she appreciated the assistance, the last thing she wanted was an incident on the plane. Despite her desire to punch the prick in the face herself, flight attendants must maintain their cool at all times.

She placed a restraining hand on her savior’s shoulder. His hard, muscular shoulder. Tempted to rub her palm up and down his arm, she snatched away her hand. “I can take it from here.”

He straightened, and the way his gaze traveled over her face sent her pulse beating faster and out of control. This man rattled her.

“Thank you,” she said, settling into a cool, professional voice. She fixed a smile on her face. “Please have a seat.”

He didn’t move, his body still taut, as if ready to spring into action at her command. His gaze lingered on her a little longer, dragging from her eyes down the vest and skirt of her cranberry uniform. She straightened her back, skin tingling under the blatant inspection.

Then she saw it—a softening of his features. Interest. He blinked. Mutual attraction shimmered on the air between them. Then he leaned closer, and her body tensed, tightening like the string pulled taut on a bow.

“He shouldn’t have put his hands on you.”

His breath hit the corner of her mouth, and he held her gaze to punctuate the statement. Neither moved. Time halted.

Then, as if none of that had happened, he turned and walked the few rows back to his seat. Sophie let the trapped air out of her lungs, releasing the tension from her shoulders and back.

A round of applause went up through the cabin, and Matthias’s face flushed a bright shade of crimson. Sophie smiled reassuringly to the applauding passengers and then walked briskly toward the galley.

“What happened?” Jalinda asked, filling a glass with ice to complete another drink request.

Sophie rubbed her red wrist. “Mr. Dickhead grabbed me.”

Jalinda’s eyes widened. “What? You need to write that up.”

Protocol dictated that any disturbance had to be written up and reported.

“I will.”

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. 5A came over and stopped him.”

Jalinda shot a look around the dividing wall and then wiggled her brows at Sophie. “Oh yes, I remember him when he came on board. He is hot.”

“I guess,” Sophie said, pretending to be uninterested.

“What are you, blind?”

“He’s all right.”

“Oh, come on. He is H-O-T.”

“Don’t you have a passenger to take care of?” Sophie asked.

Jalinda rolled her eyes and went to deliver the drink.

As soon as her back was turned, Sophie checked the passenger manifest and saw the name of the passenger who’d come to her aid.

Ransom Stewart.

An unusual, but strong name. Brash. Commanding. Just like him.

Peeking around the dividing wall, she took another look at Ransom. He seemed absorbed in whatever he was writing, head bent over a spiral-bound notebook, brow furrowed as he concentrated. He’d been writing since he came on the flight.

Idly, she wondered what he did for a living. Something corporate, like banking. Of that she was certain.

Jalinda started down the aisle and Sophie hurriedly replaced the manifest and began prepping for the lunch service.

She had work to do. Enough drooling over a man she’d never see again.


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Read the other books in the series, for heroes and heroines who find love…when they least expect it.

Hot Latin Men boxed set and a giveaway!

Before I share the details of the Hot Latin Men box set and giveaway, I just want to express a HUGE Thank you to all of you for making The Rules such a success! Many of you have said that it’s your favorite of the Johnson Family series, and the 90 four-star and five-star reviews have proven how much you enjoyed Gavin and Terri’s story. I am very, very happy. 😀

Congratulations to the six newsletter subscribers who each won an autographed copy of the book. They’ve already been contacted. If you didn’t win and would like another shot, visit Goodreads for a chance to win a copy until November 19th.

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Terri Slade learned the hard way to play by her own set of rules. Rule number one, maintain control. Rule number two, never fall in love. Then she met Gavin Johnson and broke both her rules.

Gavin Johnson has lived a charmed life full of adventure. In Terri he thinks he’s found a kindred spirit and even considers settling down. But when the truth about her past is revealed, their perfect relationship falls apart, and Gavin’s left to wonder if he ever really knew her at all.

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Five years ago on November 12th, the first book in the Hot Latin Men series was published – The Arrangement. Today there are four books and one short story in the set. Purchasing each book separately would cost $15.95, but starting today you can get them all in a limited edition boxed set for only 99 cents!

I’m doing a book blitz to promote the box set’s release and having a couple of giveaways.

Giveaway #1 is to celebrate the release of the set, open to U.S. and international entrants, and coordinated by Indie Sage PR. Giveaway #2 is a celebration of my five-year anniversary as a writer and open to U.S. entrants only.

Keep reading for the details.

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THE ARRANGEMENT (Hot Latin Men, #1)

An indecent proposal leads to a short term arrangement…
Brazilian millionaire, Leonardo da Silva, is still seething from when his wife, Alexa, walked out on him four months ago. Now she’s in his office asking for a business loan to help her brother. Instead of a loan, he’s willing to give her the money, but only if she resumes her role as his wife for the next two months. She reluctantly agrees, and she soon finds herself wishing their arrangement was permanent. But when she finds out about Leonardo’s betrayal, there may be no way for them to mend their broken marriage.

FIGHT FOR LOVE (Hot Latin Men, #2)

A former pro wrestler fights to hold onto the woman he lost, but still loves, and the son he never knew existed. Science teacher Rebekah Jamison lives a quiet life in the suburbs of Atlanta. Devastated by a tabloid scandal nine years ago, she ended her marriage to the man her parents never approved of.

Rafael Lopez, former professional wrestler and “Sexiest Athlete Alive,” regrets the lapse in judgment that caused him to lose his wife. He shows up unannounced one day with some startling news, but he gets a surprise of his own. He finds out he’s a father. To get to know his son, he whisks him and Rebekah off to his home in the Hollywood Hills for the summer.

PRIVATE ACTS (Hot Latin Men, #3)

This story contains a chef whose sassy mouth and swaying hips catch the eye of a sexy Latin artist determined to tame her. Miguel Delgado fell hard the first time he saw a beautiful woman on stage during a karaoke competition at a bar in Ecuador. Interested in a short, casual affair, he turns on the charm. But she won’t give him the time of day.

Samirah Jamison has met her match—in the form of a tall, hard-bodied sculptor who won’t leave her alone. She’s not running scared. She’s just trying to keep a level head and stay out of trouble for once. But it’s really, really hard to be good…when you’re used to being bad.

THE ULTIMATE MERGER (a short story) (Hot Latin Men, #3.5)

Two workaholics slow down long enough to find love when they least expect it.

Renaldo da Silva is on the verge of entering the U.S. market with the purchase of a hotel in downtown Chicago. After working hard for several days straight, he heads to a local bar and sees a woman who instantly makes him reconsider how to spend his evening.

When another one of her male counterparts unfairly becomes the lead on a project, Sabrina Porter leaves work intent on drowning her sorrows in wine and loud music at a local bar. Instead, she meets a sexy Brazilian who’s intent on showing her a different way to unwind.

SECOND CHANCES (Hot Latin Men, #4)

Renaldo da Silva’s near-perfect life in Brazil comes to a halt when he finds out about his wife’s betrayal. Now he doesn’t want to have anything to do with her. But because he needs her help finalizing the biggest deal of his career, he’s forced to make her a multi-million dollar offer and delay their divorce.

Sabrina da Silva can’t forgive herself after a reckless night destroys her marriage. She agrees to help her husband and then disappear from his life for good. But with passion still smoldering between them, it’s not easy for either to walk away. Will passion be enough to overcome the ultimate test of their love?


Her gaze traveled over his face, and she could see the pain in his eyes—the source of his fury. Any number of women would have been happy to be in her position, but she’d thrown it all away with a reckless act.

She’d hurt the only man she’d ever loved, wounded his pride, and tossed everything he’d ever given her back in his face. If only she could take it back. She wanted to ease his pain, and selfishly, she wanted to stop her own, too.

She lifted a tentative hand to touch the smooth skin of his face. “Renny…”

His nostrils expanded, and a tremor shook his body at her touch.

Deus,” he said, his voice a thickened groan.

His face contorted, and she sensed the internal struggle within him. He didn’t want to want her, but he did. They were both helpless to the pulse and beat of the intensity between them.

“Renny, honey,” she whispered, “forgive me. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Hesitantly, she edged closer, and when he didn’t withdraw, she pressed a light kiss to his neck. He still didn’t move, so she pressed another one, and another to his Adam’s apple, traveling to the other side of his throat with tender kisses across his skin.

Desire blossomed inside of her as another tremor, stronger this time, wracked his body. Then, with a guttural groan, he wrapped his strong arms around her waist and his mouth landed on hers—not soft and tender like hers, but hot and demanding.

She leaned into him, her heart soaring. He wanted her and she wanted him. She’d never had any desire to cheat; that night had been an anomaly. Renaldo was all she needed, all she wanted.

With no resistance from her, he pulled her into the doorway of one of the buildings and drew her closer, sandwiching her between him and the wall, making her breasts swell against the press of his hard chest.

Sabrina let her purse fall to the ground to freely lock her arms around his neck. She opened her mouth, swaying under the force of sexual desire that claimed her body. Renaldo groaned, smoothing his hands up the back of her thighs, dragging the hem of her dress with them. His hands roamed possessively over her hips and the bare cheeks of her buttocks, exposed because of the thin piece of fabric nestled between them.

How she’d missed him, missed his touch.

He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his heavy breaths heating her skin as his hand skimmed across the damp material between her legs. Sabrina angled her hips toward him, opening her thighs wider to make it easier for him to caress her there, where her wet body pleaded for more.

She found his mouth again and initiated another kiss, but he took control by darting his tongue between her lips, scraping past her teeth to make masterful, erotic strokes. His mouth moved over hers with fluid control, yet it was a demanding, all-consuming kiss. She shivered in his arms as their tongues tangled and their moist lips devoured each other.

It had been so long since she’d felt this rush, this heat. His taste and scent were intoxicating.

His hand went to the back of her knee and lifted her leg so that it hooked around his waist, and she could feel the pressure of his hard length on her abdomen.

What rushed through her was indescribable, dizzying, and a tiny sound left her throat. Her need for him was unprecedented, and she rocked her hips against his, gasping into his mouth, moaning and aching for relief. She wanted him here, now, against this wall, with a desire so explosive she no longer cared what he thought of her.

“I need you…need you, Renny.”

The admission was a breathless whisper that bared the truth to him. She feverishly kissed his lips, his chin, and dragged his lower lip between her teeth. She caressed his head, ruffling the short, silky strands with her fingers.

His breathing was shaky as he directed his mouth to her jaw line, down to the erratic pulse at her throat, his kisses moist and hot. He dragged his hand to the front and slid it between her legs, moving it slow, sliding backward, then forward, before his finger flicked her clit again. She trembled, clutching his shoulders, and he made circles on the damp crotch of her panties, drawing out the torture. The oppressive ache in her loins was too much. She needed him, as much as she needed the blood in her veins.

Sabrina reached between them and covered his raging hard-on with her palm, the heavy weight of it filling her hand. She was reaching for the zipper on his pants, when all of a sudden he pulled back.

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one (1) lucky entrant will win

  • a $50 Visa gift card
  • a signed copy of the Hot Latin Men series, in hard cover with a dust jacket; only 5 will be printed
  • a signed copy of The Wrong Man, part of the Love Unexpected series
  • a signed copy of Still in Love 
  • Delaney Diamond tote bag
  • a spa gift basket containing the following: moisturizing bath and body gel, soothing bath salts, creamy body butter, refreshing body spray, an aromatherapy pillar candle, soft terrycloth slippers, an aromatherapy drawer sachet and a relaxing bath pillow.

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  • a signed copy of the Hot Latin Men series, in hard cover with a dust jacket; only 5 will be printed

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If you already have the Hot Latin Men series, make sure you tell a friend about the box set or gift them a copy so they can enjoy the books as one complete set. Thanks in advance for helping me spread the word!

New Release – JUST FRIENDS and a Giveaway!

Just Friends, the third book in the Johnson Family series, is now available! It’s the story of Trenton Johnson and his best friend, Alannah Bailey. So far, it’s the longest book in the series. After the introductory sale price of $2.99, it’ll go to the regular retail price of $4.99.

By the way, if you want to see the models I thought perfectly represented the characters, I shared their pics on Facebook. For the heroine, I chose Kirby Griffin and for the hero, I chose Isha Blaaker.


There are two ways you can win an autographed copy of Just Friends!

First, I’ve set aside copies just for newsletter followers only. Entering is easy peasy. Just drop your email address in the form below.  I’ll use the list randomizer at to choose the winners. NOTE: Make sure you enter the email address you use to subscribe to my newsletter.

Prize: 4 autographed copies of Just Friends (3 for U.S. entrants and 1 for international entrants)

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How to enter: Use the form below.

Deadline: 11:59 pm EST on March 31st. Winners will be posted in the comments after the 31st.

Second, if you’re on GoodReads, use the link below to  enter the giveaway I have going on over there. Click the link below.


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Should they risk their friendship for a chance at love?

Alannah Bailey is tired of being the boring best friend of Trenton Johnson and decides on a makeover. After the changes, she starts dating, but instead of being happy, Trenton acts like he wants to keep her under lock and key.

Trenton is used to partying and having his pick of women. Such an advantage comes with the Johnson name, their money, and his own good looks. When he needs downtime, he depends on his best buddy, Alannah. But he doesn’t like the changes he sees in her lately, and by the time he figures out why, it might be too late.

Note: This story takes place during the same timeframe as Perfect, Book 2 of the Johnson Family series.


Alannah turned to face him, and her hazel eyes met his hesitantly. “I’ve been doing some thinking. I’m not getting any younger.”

“None of us are.”

“And…well, I want to make some changes in my life. So…you know what, it’s better for me to show you than tell you.” She removed the bonnet from her head and released her hair. Running her fingers through the strands, she sifted them loose until they tumbled past her shoulders. “What do you think?”

Trenton took a good look at her. He walked over and lifted a few soft strands and rubbed them between his fingers. “You colored it.”

“Yes.” Alannah bit the inside of her bottom lip. “What do you think?”

“I like it,” he said slowly. The vibrant auburn brightened her light amber skin tone. “Brings more attention to your freckles.” Rust-colored spots lay splattered across her nose and cheeks. He grinned and tweaked her nose.

She slapped his hand away. “Really? Ugh.” She hated her freckles, but he thought they were cute. She turned around so he could see her hair from the back and pushed her fingers through the shiny strands, shaking her head so the thick mass rippled back and forth across her back. “I had it cut in layers, too.” Turning back around, she said, “I know it’s pretty drastic. Well, for me it’s drastic, but I only had a few inches cut off. The craziest thing is the color. Auburn. Can you believe it? After having dull brown hair all my life, I went with auburn.” Her eyes brightened and filled with the excitement of the change.

“It’s an attention getter,” Trenton said evenly. “Hey, where are your glasses?” Being nearsighted, she seldom went without her glasses. Every time she took them off, she walked around squinting.

“Oh, that’s the other thing.” She pointed to her eyes. “Contacts.”


“Yes. I have the long-wearing ones that you can sleep in. It took me a while to get used to them. Sometimes I still reach for my glasses and then realize they aren’t there. It’s crazy, but yep, I’m wearing contacts now. I’ve had them for a week already.”

Trenton scratched the back of his head. “I don’t understand. What’s going on with you? What’s with all the changes?”

Alannah shrugged and started spooning food onto the plates again. “Like I said, I’m not getting any younger. It’s time for me to act and look like a woman.”

“I liked the way you looked before.”

She smiled briefly at him over her shoulder. “That’s sweet, but you’re saying that cause you’re my friend. I want to know what a man thinks.”

“I’m a man.” What the hell?

She giggled on her way to the refrigerator. “You know what I mean. You’re more like a girlfriend than a man.”

Trenton stiffened. Since when?

As Alannah poured lemonade—hers was good and tart because she made it with fresh lemons and none of that powdered stuff—into two glasses, he paid closer attention to her. She didn’t just look different, she was acting different. She displayed more confidence than usual. And the shorts had to be the shortest pair of shorts he’d ever seen her wear. They put her legs on display in a way that made him take notice. Had her legs always been that long?

She was small up top but thick on the bottom, and the contrast was never more noticeable than today. Her butt appeared round and full, and her hips looked as if they’d widened since he’d seen her last. Not likely, but still.


“No comment?” Alannah handed him a glass of lemonade.

Trenton blinked. “About what?”

“About everything. My new look?” Her voice fell off into a soft, disappointed whisper. She’d expected a different reaction, and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t excited for her.

“You look nice. I mean, you know, it’s different. The changes will take some getting used to.” Trenton took a large swig of lemonade, wishing the glass contained something stronger.

She nodded and handed him a plate of brown rice, seafood with panang curry, and three basil rolls.

“Hey.” He stepped closer, studying her downturned face. “You took me by surprise, but you look really nice.” This change couldn’t have been easy for her to make. She wasn’t the kind of person to bring attention to herself. She preferred to be quiet and in the background, so auburn hair really was a drastic change.

“You’re not just saying that?” She looked up at him with uncertainty.

“From one girlfriend to the other, I’m not just saying that.” He grinned and she grinned back. “Come on, let’s go watch that movie you promised me. It better not be a foreign film, either.”

“You liked the last one,” she said, following him into the living room.

“Just because I liked it doesn’t mean I want to see that mess all the time.”

She sighed dramatically. “This one is a South Korean thriller.”

He groaned. “So I have to read subtitles?”

“Oh my goodness. What a horror. You have to read.”

“That mouth of yours is going to get you into serious trouble one day.”

Plates in hand, they piled onto the sofa and set the drinks on the table closest to Trenton. Alannah folded her legs beneath her and turned on the television. A few presses of the remote and the opening scene rolled out, immediately capturing their attention with an explosion.

Trenton forked a shrimp into his mouth. He chewed slowly, ruminating on Alannah’s altered appearance. “What brought on all these changes? Are you really worried about getting older?”


Her hesitation caught his attention. “Well what? Are you seeing someone?” He stared at her.

“No.” She ducked her head and her hair fell forward, hiding her face so he couldn’t see all her features.

“Are you sure that’s a no, or do you really mean yes?” Discomfort set up residence in his stomach. She hadn’t mentioned she was seeing anyone, and if she was, he’d certainly never seen her go to all this trouble for a man before.

Alannah moved rice around on her plate with the fork. “I’m not seeing anyone, but there is a guy at work. I don’t know…he’s attractive and seems nice.” She shrugged.

“What guy? I didn’t know there was a guy.” They told each other everything, but she’d been holding out on him.

“It’s not a big deal. He doesn’t work in my department. I noticed him, that’s all. And I think he already has a girlfriend, anyway.” She bit into a basil roll, the crispy vegetables crunching between her teeth.

“Do I know him?” He’d been to her job plenty of times and knew a lot of her coworkers.

“No,” she said shortly.

“Hold up, what’s going on?” Trenton set his plate on the glass coffee table. “If your mystery man is with someone, why are you going through all these changes?”

She sighed. “Can we watch the movie, please?”

“No.” Trenton picked up the remote and paused the movie.

She shot him an annoyed look.

“Talk to me.”

Alannah gave him the silent treatment and stared at the TV screen.

“What happened in Arizona?” Trenton asked.

She tilted her face away from him, again keeping her expression hidden.

“Hey.” Trenton grasped her chin and forced her head back around to him. “What’s going on, Lana? What happened? Did somebody hurt you?” The thought of anyone hurting her filled him with rage. One hand clenched into a fist, and he leaned in, paying close attention to her body language.

She shook her head. “Nobody hurt me, and nothing happened in Arizona. It’s…everything, Trent. I’m tired of being me. I want to be noticed.” Watery eyes looked up at him.

“What’s this?” Trenton took her plate and placed it beside his. Then he pulled her into his arms and she pressed her face into his chest. “There’s nothing wrong with you, knucklehead.”

She sniffled and swiped a tear from her cheek. “I know there’s nothing wrong with me—not anything major, but I want to stand out.”

“Well, auburn hair will do it,” he said. She lightly punched him in the stomach and he laughed, giving her an affectionate squeeze. “It’s a compliment, dipsh*t.”


“Promise. I like the color.”

“Terri suggested it,” Alannah said, referring to one of her close girlfriends.

He had reservations about her friend’s influence but kept the comment to himself. He kissed the top of her head. A new scent. Liking it, he smiled a little and took a bigger whiff.

“Your hair smells different.”

“I’m trying a new shampoo. It’s honeysuckle scented.”

Trenton took another whiff. He really liked that scent. Stroking her hair, he asked, “Nobody messed with you, though, right?”

“No, Trent.” She sat up and away from him, breathing heavily, an annoyed sound. “I’m not eight years old anymore. You don’t have to keep protecting me.”

His throat closed up, and the discomfort he’d experienced earlier reappeared and filled all the corners of his stomach. He’d always been there. For twenty-two years, they’d always been there for each other. He didn’t know any other way to behave.

“That’s bullsh*t. We have each other’s back.”

Her shoulders slumped. “I know,” she said quietly.

He took her hand, rubbing a thumb over the slenderness of her wrist and the delicate, narrow fingers. “We look out for each other. That’s what we do.”

“Yeah.” Her upper lip trembled but she forced a smile. “Best friends forever,” she said, repeating the mantra they’d said for years.

“Forever,” he confirmed. He squeezed her hand.

Instead of happiness, Trenton thought he saw sadness in the depths of her eyes. But before he could properly analyze the emotion, she averted her gaze, picked up her plate, and restarted the movie.

“Yay, I’m really looking forward to reading this movie,” he grumbled.

Alannah rolled her eyes. “Give it a chance,” she said, past a mouthful of seafood.

He picked up his own plate, set his feet on the coffee table, and reclined against the back of the sofa.

But Alannah’s minor meltdown stayed with him for a long time after the movie started. Every now and again he watched her from the corner of his eye. She appeared normal enough, back to her old self, yet he suspected she hadn’t told him everything. The makeover and what she’d said worried him. He had a feeling even bigger changes were coming.

And he wasn’t going to like a single one of them.


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The Color of Love Blog Hop

If this is your first time visiting my virtual home, welcome! I’m Delaney Diamond and I write sweet and sensual romance novels.

With the #WeNeedDiverseBooks hashtag that gained momentum  this year, there’s been a lot of talk about diversity in literature. The truth is, that diversity already exists, and blog hops like this one shine a light on the many novels available for readers who’re looking for the same passion and excitement they find in other romance novels, but with characters of different races and ethnicities. #WeHaveDiverseBooks

The authors and bloggers on this hop will introduce you to many books that feature diverse characters. After you’re finished hopping to the other blogs, come back here and take a look at my  contributions, which includes interracial and African-American romance. You can read the blurb and first chapter excerpts after clicking on the  covers on my Books page. There are also free short stories available for you to read here.


Grand Prizes:  Members of the blog hop have donated the following:

1st prize $50 Amazon GC + 7 ebooks

2nd prize $25 Amazon GC + 7 ebooks

3rd prize $15 Amazon GC + 7 ebooks

4th prize $10 Amazon GC + 6 ebooks

5th prize $5 Amazon GC + 6 ebooks

How to enter: Use the Rafflecopter link.

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Prize 2: A $10 Amazon gift card.

How to enter: My favorite color is yellow. In the comments, tell me what’s yours.

Deadline: December 8, 2014 at 11:59 pm EST.

When you’ve finished writing your response, keep on hopping to the next stop!

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Chapter One of Heartbreak in Rio and a Giveaway!

I can’t believe it’s almost time for the release of Heartbreak in Rio! June 1st is right around the corner. The novella is part of an anthology called Endless Summer Nights, and all the stories take place in Rio de Janeiro. I can’t wait for you to meet Sidney and Rodrigo and experience their love story.

What can you expect?

The usual passion and chemistry between the main couple. And being the foodie that I am, you know I had to mention Brazilian dishes in the book. If you want to see some of my pictures of authentic eats in the Brazilian part of Atlanta, check out my Facebook photos. I was doing “research” while writing Second Chances, the first book I wrote with Brazil as the setting. (It was a difficult job, but somebody had to do it.)

About the couple
Sidney is the sales rep for a fashion house called Haute Moderne. Rodrigo is the head of a large clothing retailer in Brazil. What Sidney doesn’t know is…well, let me not spoil it for you. Read the blurb and Chapter One below. Afterward, enter the contest for a chance to win an autographed copy of the anthology.

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Sidney Altman and Rodrigo Serrano once shared a scorching affair before he returned to Brazil to take over his family’s fashion empire. Now she’s in Rio on business—and Rodrigo intends to win her back and prove that his biggest regret was ever letting her go….

Chapter One

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Sidney Altman sighed contentedly, taking in the sparkling waters of Copacabana Beach from the terrace of her sixth-floor suite, across the street from where a promenade ran parallel to the water’s edge. The luxurious art deco building where she stayed contained four restaurants, including a piano bar she had visited last night to wind down with drinks after her long flight. After she concluded her business in the next two days, she planned to take full advantage of the hotel spa and the famous beach, where she currently watched with envy as tourists and cariocas sunbathed and frolicked in the waves.

Well-rested, she was now ready to face the buying team in her first meeting with Belo Fashions, a small Brazilian retailer that sold everyday fashions for the average woman.

Hearing her cell phone ring, she went back inside. The room had ceiling-to-floor olive-green drapes that hung over the windows. In the sitting area two chairs covered in a gold-leaf pattern and the matching love seat surrounded a glass table with plastic flowers in vibrant hues of magenta, lemon-yellow and lavender.

She picked up the phone. “Hello?” “How’s it going?” The voice of her mother, Agnes Altman, came through the line.

“Mom, you can’t keep calling me every five minutes,” she chided.

“I’m not. I just know how important this deal is to you. You’ve worked so hard to get where you are.”

Her mother was her biggest cheerleader. “Stop worrying or you’ll make me worry.”

Agnes laughed. “I’ll try not to. I don’t want to jinx you.”

Apparently one of Belo Fashion’s assistant buyers had remembered Sidney from Coterie, an international fashion exhibition in New York, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember meeting any of their buyers from that event. Regardless, the company wanted to work with the Haute Moderne fashion house and had specifically requested Sidney as the sales rep to make the presentation.

Belo Fashions had been very accommodating. They had provided a suite, first-class airfare and a driver as part of the deal to entice Haute Moderne to present next season’s evening wear to their buyers. This type of accommodation was highly unusual, but she took it as a sign that they were very interested.

Their interest couldn’t have come at a better time. After losing a major contract last year, this deal was make-or-break for Haute Moderne, and its success or failure rested squarely on her shoulders.

“I probably won’t have much to tell you even after the meeting,” Sidney said. She slipped on her shoes, a pair of coal-black pumps as comfortable as tennis shoes. “This is a totally different culture from ours. They prefer to take their time and establish a rapport with anyone they do business with. I can’t rush them.”

“They’ll fall in love with you. I’m sure of it.” Agnes paused. “Are you okay?” she asked quietly.

Sidney understood her mother’s concern and a rueful smile touched her features. “Mother, the chances of me running into him are almost nonexistent. We already discussed this, remember?”

“I know, but I wanted to know how you felt about being in his country, knowing he’s there somewhere.” Sidney set her coffee mug on the dresser and swallowed the painful constriction in her throat. The “he” her mother mentioned was Rodrigo Serrano, the CEO of Moda. Moda was owned by the Serrano family and as a much larger retailer than Belo, it dominated the country’s competitive clothing market. It had been a year since she and Rodrigo had parted ways, and still just the thought of his name made her heart ache.

They’d met in New York and their affair had been brief and intense. After an argument, Rodrigo had left in anger and she’d never heard from him again.

She unsnapped her briefcase to double-check the contents. “Mom, I’m fine. What happened between me and…him is in the past.”

She couldn’t even bring herself to say his name. It was still too painful. She could still see his dark eyes and hear his husky male laugh every time she closed her eyes for longer than a second. And because he often invaded her thoughts, he was still very much a part of her life.

“You know I had to ask and make sure you’re fine.” Ever since Sidney’s father had passed away when she was in high school, she and her mother had become even closer and were more like sisters than mother and daughter. “Stop worrying. Anything you want me to bring you back?”

“Bring me back one of those hot Brazilian men.” “Mom!” They shared a laugh. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Sweetie, I know things you know nothing about.” Sidney laughed again. “Don’t have too much fun while I’m away. I can’t bail you out of jail from all the way down here.” She snapped the briefcase shut. “All right, I better get out of here. The driver will be waiting for me.”

“Make sure you have a little bit of fun while you’re down there, okay? You work too hard. Knock ’em dead, baby. Love you.”

Sidney checked her appearance in the mirror one last time before she grabbed her briefcase and took the elevator downstairs. Outside, a black sedan with tinted windows waited. While it was wintertime, cold and snowing in New York, it was summer in Brazil. She lifted her face and embraced the warmth of the sun.

It would be nice to live in a place like this, where the weather didn’t have such extremes, she thought.

“Bom dia, Javier.” She greeted the driver, who’d stepped out of the vehicle and opened the door upon seeing her. She chose to say “good morning,” a simple phrase to show that she’d at least made some effort to learn a few words of Portuguese.

“Bom dia, senhora.” A welcoming smile creased his leathery tan face.

Javier didn’t say much on the short ride to Belo headquarters, which gave Sidney a chance to run through the introductory speech in her head. This morning would be a preliminary meeting with the buying assistants and the senior buyer who oversaw all purchases for the women’s department. Tomorrow would be a follow-up to address any concerns and hopefully close the deal. Her main contact was an assistant by the name of Gilberto Ribeiro, whom she’d been in constant communication with from almost the beginning.

Belo headquarters was located in Centro, the city’s historic and financial center. While there were no views of beaches that tourists could flock to, there was still plenty to see and do in that part of town. Centro was an interesting mélange of churches dating back to the eighteenth century and tall, modern buildings housing banks and other businesses. Javier dropped her off in front of the Belo building and she took the elevator to the top floor. When she stepped into the reception area, a dark-skinned older woman wearing glasses greeted her.

“Senhora Altman, bemvinda. Welcome. My name is Nelza Correia. I will take care of you today.”

“Thank you. It’s a pleasure to be here.” Sidney gave the woman a warm smile and they shook hands.

“Please have a seat.” Nelza motioned to a row of cushioned chairs along the wall.

Nelza spoke to a young woman behind the reception desk and then came back to Sidney. “Senhor Ribeiro is in a very important meeting with one of our business partners, and it went longer than expected. I will take you to the conference room to wait.” Her expression was apologetic. “May I get you anything to drink? A cafezinho, perhaps?”

Brazilians were known for their potent cups of coffee. But she’d already had her morning fix, so she declined.

Nelza led her down a long hallway, past offices on both sides where employees sat hunched over computers. The conference room itself was at the end of the hall and opened up into a large, bright room with an oak table that seated eight. At the end of the table was a projector and a screen pulled down from the ceiling. In front of the windows, a trio of mannequins wore three different designs from the Haute Moderne evening wear collection in red, black and ivory.

“You should have everything you require in here,” Nelza said. “If you happen to need anything else, you can use the phone over there to dial the front desk and someone will assist you.”

“Thank you, Nelza.” Sidney looked around after she left. The tan-and- brown furniture designs had a soothing effect, for which she was grateful. Her stomach was currently tied up in a series of knots. She always had a bit of nerves right before a major presentation, but once she launched into her speech and hit her stride, it was smooth sailing.

She plugged her flash drive into the computer and made sure the video was ready—a two-minute presentation of models walking down the catwalk, wearing their dresses in a display of flashing colored lights. She froze the frame on the first dress, a little black sleeve- less number, the symbol of their Bonne Soirée line.

She placed catalogs, line sheets and color cards in front of each of the chairs. She then set fabric swatches next to the projector within easy reach, so she could pass them down to the attendees when the time came. Now it was a waiting game.

Sidney helped herself to a glass of lukewarm water from the pitcher sitting on the credenza against the wall. She was about to take a sip when she heard two men talking, their voices coming through the slightly open door. She froze with the glass halfway to her mouth and angled her head to hear better. One of the voices was heart-wrenchingly familiar.

She couldn’t understand the words, but there was no mistaking the tone; a sound she’d never be able to forget for as long as she lived.

It can’t be him, she thought even as her heart hammered a rapid beat under her ribs. Surely her ears were playing tricks on her.

The men continued talking but their footsteps came to a halt somewhere down the hall. With ears perked up and heart thumping wildly, Sidney stood frozen, clutching the slender glass. It had to be some cruel trick of the mind. She simply hadn’t expected to see him. Wasn’t at all prepared to see him.

The men started moving again and they came closer, and closer, until they pushed open the door and her stomach bottomed out. Her fondest dream and worst nightmare stood only a few feet away.

Rodrigo stood by the door talking to Gilberto Ribeiro. Both men were so deeply engaged in their conversation that they didn’t notice her standing by the window. Finally, Rodrigo happened to look in her direction, but still she couldn’t move. Dark eyes nailed her in place and she suddenly stopped breathing.

He had the kind of look that made women swoon and men envious. His swarthy skin, naturally tanned, was even and smooth. With a symmetrical face and prominent nose passed down from his Portuguese ancestors, he looked as though he should be on the covers of magazines.

Slowly, Sidney set her glass on the credenza. “Hello, Rodrigo.” Was that her voice, sounding faint and breathless?

“Sidney…?” His voice echoed the same shock that filled her.

Before she could respond, Gilberto rushed forward. “Ah, Senhora Altman. I apologize for keeping you waiting. But it seems you are good, yes?”

Rodrigo came toward her, his steps measured, his eyes never leaving her face. His movement was graceful, fluid. The type of movement that came not only from his affinity for sports, but from the quiet confidence that whispered of growing up with copious amounts of money at his disposal and all the privileges that came along with it.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded. “Senhora Altman is a sales representative from Haute Moderne, a small New York fashion house,” Gilberto answered, looking confused by their reaction to each other. “They have the line I mentioned we were interested in purchasing.”

“You never told me the fashion house was Haute Moderne.” His words were meant for Gilberto, but he continued to stare at her in disbelief.

He spoke with perfect diction, hinting at his affluent background and years in private schools where he’d learned to speak Spanish, English and French in addition to his native Portuguese. The cadence of his cultured voice sent heat feathering across her skin, and it was all Sidney could do not to close her eyes and indulge in the sound.

Her nose caught a waft of his cologne, a very masculine scent that was a mixture of amber, citrus and sandal wood. You couldn’t get it in the States. You couldn’t get it anywhere, in fact, because it had been specially created for him. That was the kind of life he led, where manufacturers of cologne would create a signature scent for him that no one else could have. Her heart constricted painfully at the familiarity of it. She’d done so well since they’d said goodbye to one another, but her hard-won composure threatened to desert her with his unexpected appearance.

He inspected her from head to toe, the leisurely stroll of his gaze generating heat wherever it lingered. On her waist. On her breasts. On her throat where she swallowed nervously to maintain some level of control over the out-of-control response of her body.

Rodrigo was not the kind of man to hide his appreciation for the female form, and he had a habit of doing just that. It was typical of men of his culture, to offer such a frank appreciation of women. It had always made her feel deliciously feminine, and the same tingly sensations resurfaced in the pit of her stomach.

“You look well,” he said, a grudging note to his voice.

“Thank you. You look well, too.” Her voice softened as she tried to maintain her professionalism. “You do business with Belo?”

“You could say that.” His cryptic answer gave her pause.

Gilberto spoke up. “In the past few weeks, Moda and Belo have become partners. We haven’t made a formal announcement to the media yet, but we feel this is a good marriage. Moda bought all our stores and now, with their high-end fashions and our everyday clothing lines, we are most certainly the largest retailer in Brazil.”

Gilberto’s smiling face indicated that he had no idea of the devastating news he’d just delivered. “You… you’ve been bought by Moda?” She squeaked the words out.

“Yes.” Gilberto nodded vigorously. “We were concentrated in a few key cities in the country, but now Haute Moderne’s clothes have the potential to be in stores all over Latin America!”

His excitement was palpable but not contagious. A wave of panic seized Sidney as she realized what was happening. If Moda had taken over Belo Fashions, that spelled trouble for the deal she was trying to strike with them. There was no way Rodrigo would agree to the sale—not when he knew that she was involved. From the smug look on his face, she knew he’d connected the dots.

Still in disbelief, she had to ask to make sure. “You own Belo now?”

“That’s correct,” Rodrigo said. No, no. This can’t be happening. “I will be sitting in on this presentation,” he continued with deliberate slowness, “and we’ll have to make sure the line is a good fit for the stores before any contracts are signed.”

Sidney felt the deal she’d been so confident about only moments before quickly slip through her grasp.

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I’m giving away copies of Endless Summer Nights! I know I have a few international readers and you’re often overlooked by us authors because of shipping costs, but I’m including you in this one and have set aside three copies just for you. Here are the details on the contest:

Prizes:  Eight lucky winners will receive an autographed copy of the Endless Summer Nights anthology; 5 copies will be awarded to entrants in the U.S. and 3 awarded to international entrants.

Eligibility: You must be a subscriber to my blog.

How to enter: All you have to do is leave a comment. You can tell me who is your favorite hero from any of my books or anything else you like. International entrants, please include your country of residence in your comment.

Deadline: May 25, 2014 at 11:59 PM EST

Winners will be chosen by Their names will be posted in the comments and an email sent to notify them. Winners will then have 48 hours to respond with a valid mailing address to receive their book.

Good luck! Or as they say in Portuguese, boa sorte!

Contest and Keeping Secrets by Kiru Taye

Please welcome Kiru Taye to my blog. Her next release is Keeping Secrets. She stopped by to answer some questions and share an excerpt from her latest work, and she’s doing a giveaway. Take it away, Kiru!

Tell us about yourself.

Hiya. My name is Kiru. I’m an author of multicultural romances, entrepreneur of a small run-from-home business, wife to a generous man, mother to 3 wonderful kids, sister to 4 sometimes hilarious siblings, daughter to 2 patient parents and hopefully friend to a few beautiful souls. Okay, I ran out of labels. LOL

I transform my wildly vivid imagination into sensual, atmospheric romance stories with passionate characters.

What do you do for fun?

When I’m not writing or reading, I’m hanging out with family and friends or traveling.

When is your favorite time of the day to make love?

When the kids are in bed. 🙂

What type of music do you listen to?

I have an eclectic music taste so it depends on my mood. It could be RnB, Rock, Pop, Country, Classical, Gospel, Afro Beats, Hi-life, you name it. 🙂

What are your favorite types of movies to watch?

It’s got to be an Action/Adventure. Give me a kick ass hero/heroine any day. I was a child of the 80s when spaghetti westerns and Chinese kung fu import movies were all the rage in Nigeria.

Short answer favorites:

Dessert. Anything with ice cream

City. Rome

Season. Autumn. I love the colours.

Type of hero. Kick ass, will protect those he cares about by any means.

Type of heroine. Fights for what she believes

Actor. Chiwetel Ejiofor

Band/solo singer. This changes so often depending on my mood

Color. Red

Cuisine. Nigerian

What flowers would be in your ideal bouquet?

Cliché. Red roses. Had a red rose bouquet for my wedding. Love them.

What is your dream car and why?

Bugatti Veyron. I love sleek fast cars

What is your favorite body part on a man?

I’m always grabbing my husband’s butt. 🙂

Which TV show(s) can you absolutely not miss every week?

Not big on TV shows at the moment.

What can readers expect from you next?

After the release of Keeping Secrets, The Essien Trilogy book1,  I’m working on Scores, Passion Shields, book 3. After that would be Making Scandal, the next book in The Essien Trilogy.

Tell us about the book.  


Have you ever loved someone and didn’t even know it?

That’s the dilemma facing Felix Essien when he wakes from a coma to find he is married to the most beautiful and sensual woman he’s ever known. He cannot remember her or their wedding; he who had sworn never to get married or to give his heart to another. Yet, he feels an intense bond with her that he intends to explore fully.

Ebony can’t believe her good fortune when her paper husband wakes not remembering the temporary marriage arrangement with no intimacies he’d proposed, and is now the adoring husband she’s always dreamt of.

She plans to make the most of the passion blossoming between them. However, would he still feel that way when he regains his memory and realises she’s been keeping secrets and their marriage is not what he thinks it is?


On the threshold of the master bedroom, she halted, taking in the space before her. The cream walls and dark wood effect reached here, too. The heavy mahogany frame of the massive bed and headboard has been specially ordered, the design bespoke. She remembered asking for the measurements for the mattress before she ordered luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets.

That had been before disaster struck. Neither one of them had slept in the bed since it arrived.

Blinking back tears, she crossed the floor, her toes curling into the velvety, beige shag-pile rug covering the hard slate.

She walked into the clothes closet and sucked in a sharp breath. Seeing the rows of Felix’s shirts and suits always triggered unhappiness. Today, she should be jumping for joy. Yet, her chest tightened and the back of her throat hurt.

“This isn’t how we planned it, Felix….” Her voice croaked.

She clutched his white shirt, inhaled deeply, and sobbed. Body racking, her legs gave way. She crumpled to the floor, the metal hook from the hanger clattering as it hit hard slate.

Could it be possible to feel intense joy and sadness all at the same time? One minute she wanted to sing her joy with a microphone. The next, she wished she could crawl into a cave and hide.

Worse, she couldn’t shake the boulder of guilt weighing down her body. This was all her fault. She’d doomed her marriage right from the start. How else could she explain that she wore a wedding band, had a marriage certificate to boot, but had never felt the warm arms of her husband around her?

“Aunty, Oga Kola is ready for you.” Bisi’s voice sounded close.

Did I leave the bedroom door open?

Standing, Ebony took one last sniff of Felix’s shirt before tossing it into the laundry basket. Though it had the crisp smell of detergent, it reminded her of the man before the accident.

“I’ll be down in five,” she said and entered the adjoining bathroom, keeping her face averted so the girl couldn’t see her from the entrance. She listened to the receding footsteps as Bisi departed.

At the sink, she stared at her face in the mirror. Her exhaustion showed, twin dark shadows beneath eyes red from lack of sleep and crying.

Cool water from the tap calmed the puffy eyes. A couple of eye drops brightened the whites, and dabs of concealer hid her sullen skin. She applied some lip-gloss and brushed out her hair, letting the tresses hang loose. It helped to cover up her fatigue.

Just like she got good at covering up everything else. She couldn’t reveal that all wasn’t well in paradise.

She slipped on her shoes, grabbed her bag, and headed out to see her husband.


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PRIZE: To celebrate the release of Keeping Secrets, I’m giving away a goodie pack which includes a $20 Amazon gift card, signed paperback of An Engagement Challenge, Keeping Secrets t-shirt and face cap.

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Contest and Lonely Heart by MJ Kane

Please welcome MJ Kane and her latest release from the Butterfly Memoirs – Lonely Heart. She’s on her blog tour and giving away a copy of her new release. Take it away, MJ!



Have you ever taken your car to the shop to get work done and noticed this one really good looking guy working in the garage? So what he’s got a little grease and grime on him, he’s working! And honestly, sometimes sweat never looked so good. Okay, so I indulged myself on that comment, lol. The truth of the matter is most women love the look of a hard-working man.

Meet the love interest in my latest release, Antonio Rodriguez. Antonio is an American born Puerto Rican who loves his family. The oldest of four siblings, he’s spent the majority of his youth helping his father raise his three younger sisters after his mother’s death. He’s also a Master Mechanic with dreams of one day establishing his own business, but puts them aside to assist his uncle who has trained him since childhood. And when it comes to love, he knows what he wants, but fears ending up like his father –left to raise his children on his own. That fear keeps him from making the commitment of marriage and family to his girlfriend.

So, what is it about Kaitlyn Rodgers, a pregnant white woman that draws him in every time he sees her?


Autumn landscape“Gina, something’s come up.” A momentary twinge of guilt hit me, but the moment I looked back towards Kaitlyn’s bedroom, it disappeared.

Kaitlyn walked down the hall. Her tank top bore the phrase, ‘Hott Momma’. Where did she find those shirts? Her witty personality showed through every time.

Unable to hide my smile, I faced the sliding glass door again to accept the verbal assault Gina threw at me. After all, I deserved it.

My intention was not to hurt her. I planned on keeping my word when I agreed to see her tonight. Stopping by Kaitlyn’s apartment was a matter of courtesy because I was across the hall. After all, she’d gone out of her way to call and check on me.

Then I found myself on her couch sharing what had bothered me all week.

Kaitlyn listened. Really listened. She didn’t try and understand or offer advice. She let me rant and work through my feelings. She was the epitome of the proverbial shoulder to cry on.

That’s more than what Gina did the entire week. She was by my side at the funeral, held my hand, and cried with me. Yet in the days after, when I needed her support with what bothered me, she half listened, then found a way to make things be about her, us, marriage, and kids. I couldn’t take it anymore. Tonight would be no different. In fact, she’d be more determined to get me in bed thinking it would cure the ache in my heart, especially since I turned her down a few weeks ago.

While I was in serious need of physical intimacy, my heart was no longer in our relationship. Sex would be a meaningless physical release for me while she would expect more. I wouldn’t use Gina that way.

It was time to move on. To whom, I had no clue.

My attention went to Kaitlyn as she lowered herself on the couch and sorted through takeout menus.

“What’s going on, Antonio?”

I forced myself back into the conversation. “Nothing is going on, Gina. Something’s come up. I’ll call–”

“When you have time,” she completed my statement. “You keep saying that, but it seems like you’re turning away from me.”

I keep my sigh internal. “Gina, we have to talk, but this isn’t the time.”

“Whatever. You do whatever it is that’s more important than me and our future. I’ll find someone else to keep me company tonight. Call me when you’re ready to be the man you used to be. ”

The line went dead.

I stared at the phone. Did she just break up with me? More than likely, she was baiting me to call back. Not this time.

If she wanted to break up, fine. No need to turn this into a knockdown, drag out fight. I didn’t have the patience.

I sat next to Kaitlyn on the sofa.

“Is everythin’ alright?” She watched me as if trying to read my mood. Those big, round mesmerizing green eyes pulled me in.

What the hell was I doing?

“Everything’s fine.”

Kaitlyn smirked. “Not that I was bein’ nosey, it was just impossible to ignore the screamin’ from the phone.”

I ran a hand over my temple. “You heard her?”

“Uh…yeah. Did you just blow off a date?”

Unable to keep eye contact, I reached for the menu on top of the stack sitting between us. “Yes.”

A risked glance revealed Kaitlyn’s bewildered gaze. “Why?”

I met her stare full on. “Honestly? We don’t have anything in common anymore.”

“So you got dressed up for nothin’.”

“I’m not dressed up. Besides, I was doing my grandmother a favor.”

She cocked a blond eyebrow. “I’m not your grandmother.”

I laughed. “But…we are friends, aren’t we? That’s what you said last week.”

Kaitlyn studied me with those luminous eyes. I held her gaze.

“Remind me…when exactly did this happen?”

“Good question. Have you changed your mind?”

“No, it’s just…,” she bit her pale pink lip, looked away.

“What?” I prompted.

“Nothin’.” She sifted through several menus, refusing to glance my way again.

“If I’m making you uncomfortable, let me know and I’ll leave.”

“No, it’s just… this whole conversation has thrown me off. But that’s beside the fact. If you hadn’t stopped by, the crib would be in a million pieces right now.”

For the first time in days I let loose and laughed hard, giving in to the happy emotion. There was something about Kaitlyn’s personality that was refreshing. I never felt weighted down or pressured when I was around her.

“How? You’re what, five-foot-two and pregnant?” I teased. “What could you do? Stare at it to death?”

Her eyebrows knitted together while her lips twisted in a smirk. “Okay, more jokes, ha, ha, ha.” She crossed her arms over her belly. “For your information, I’m five-four and it wouldn’t take much to swing a hammer.”

I howled. “While sitting down!”

She rolled her eyes, then laughed. “If it works.”

I studied her profile when her attention went back to the menu in her hand. Large eyes, button nose, full cheeks, the perfect girl next door innocence.

“What are our dinner options?” I forced my attention back to meal planning.

“Pizza, Chinese, Italian, wings. I could go for a Philly Steak myself.” She looked up at me.

I was momentarily mesmerized as she lifted her long, thick braid of blond hair and haphazardly toyed with the end.

Kaitlyn was beyond girl next door cute. The pregnancy seemed to enhance her natural beauty. Without makeup, her skin glowed.

I cleared my throat before saying something stupid. “A Philly sounds good.”



  Look for the The Butterfly Memoirs Series and the latest release, Lonely Heart!

 Instead of planning her wedding, Kaitlyn Rodgers is facing motherhood alone, the pressures of a new job, and caring for her rebellious younger sister. What should have been the happiest time of her life turns into one stressful event after another.

 After watching his father struggle to raise a family by himself, auto mechanic Antonio Rodriguez refuses to follow his father’s footsteps…even if it means a lifetime of loneliness.

When Kaitlyn’s car breaks down, though, Antonio goes beyond auto repairs to take care of her needs. An unexpected friendship begins, allowing them a glimpse of happiness…until the father of Kaitlyn’s child returns, ready to offer her marriage and a future. But at what cost? 

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About the Author:

M.J. Kane stumbled into writing. An avid reader, this stay at home mom never lost the overactive imagination of an only child. As an adult she made up stories, though never shared them, to keep herself entertained. It wasn’t until surviving a traumatic medical incident in 2006 that she found a reason to let the characters inhabiting her imagination free.  Upon the suggestion of her husband, she commandeered his laptop and allowed the characters to take life. It was that, or look over her shoulder for men caring a purple strait jacket. And the rest, as they say, is history.

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