Today's Love Quotes
I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.
˜˜˜Javan (Steven Javan Jones)
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Another Chance
Another Chance, Law and Crimes Series, Book One is available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Another-Chance-Crime-Law-ebook/dp/B005O9OIFA/ref=sr_1_15?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1316555028&sr=1-15
Barnes and Noble
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/another-chance-rae-winters/1105820616
Monday, September 12, 2011
Another Chance
Law and Crime Series, Book 1
She Always Has To Be In Control!
Chloe Torres, the youngest senior editor for Phenomenal Woman Magazine, has it all. She’s stunning with her brown-sugar, satiny skin and smoky-gray eyes. She’s independent and smart. Life seems perfect for her until she bumps into the very one man she can’t forget.
Not This Time!
Corporate Lawyer Trevor Peyton Ellis returns to New York City to be closer to his family. He’s now divorced and is a single father to his son, Peyton. He can’t get the gray-eyed, brown-sugar beauty from his past out of his head. A chance meeting and one dinner date leads to old desires.
Can Trevor overcome his anger from past betrayal? Will Chloe be strong enough to hold onto to his love and ease the hurt?
**Excerpt**
“Can you carry my overnight bag, Trevor? I’m spending the night with Ileana. You remember Ileana Douglas, my best friend?”
“Yes, I remember Ileana. The two of you were inseparable in high school,” he recalled.
“You want me to drop you over to Ileana’s house after our date?” Trevor was surprised by her request.
“If you want,” she cooed.
Her eyes caressed his face, and her tongue swept over her Brown Sugar lip gloss, enticing him further.
Trevor swept his fingers through his short crew cut, frustrated. He wanted to take Chloe into his arms and kiss her until she climaxed under his body. Instead, he nudged her out the front door, and opened the passenger door to his black Lexus. Once he secured the seatbelt over Chloe, he placed her overnight bag in the trunk.
Trevor’s eyes roamed over Chloe’s legs the moment he slipped into the driver’s seat and started the engine. Desire for her twisted his gut, and added to his ache. The tightening in his pants made it impossible to sit.
“I need to check the trunk again, Chloe,” he mumbled. He bolted out of the car and reopened the trunk—pretending that he was looking for something. He needed a few seconds to calm himself. His erection was rock-hard, and he needed to cum between Chloe’s sweet thighs.
Chloe knew exactly what she was doing when she crossed her legs in that red dress. Trevor’s eyes smoldered when his eyes slid back to her face.
Oh yeah, he still wants me. Before this night is over, I plan to have every inch of him, she thought.
Coming soon to Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
In My Sister's Footsteps
End of the summer treat. In My Sister's Footsteps, a short story is now available for download at Amazon and Barnes and Noble for $.99.
Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/In-My-Sisters-Footsteps-ebook/dp/B005HINY7Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1313611517&sr=1-1
Barnes and Noble
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/in-my-sisters-footsteps-rae-winters/1021575633?ean=2940013136311&itm=10&usri=rae%2bwinters
Friday, August 12, 2011
In My Sister's Footsteps
Rachine’s desire for her sister’s husband pushes her to do the unimaginable.
Art curator, Rachine Forster, has a vibrate personality and men are drawn to her, but there’s only one man she wants. It’s a known fact that everything her identical, twin sister Rachel has, she wants including her fine-ass husband, Sheldon Lee!
**Excerpt**
“It’s about damn time you showed up for our birthday celebration,” I snorted. “I’ve been sitting here for over an hour!”
“Sorry Rach, the time got away from me. Edward and Brandy wanted to give me their presents. Then, I had to tuck them into bed and Sheldon—”
“I don’t want to hear about your damn family!” I spat. “What about us? Don’t I count, anymore?”
“How much have you had to drink, Rachine?”
I let out an embarrassing loud belch.
“Excuse me, I’m celebrating our birthday,” I declared, finishing off my second drink. “Where’s that fine, dark chocolate waiter? I need another drink?”
“You’re drunk, Rachine!”
I snapped my fingers to get the waiter’s attention.
“I’m feeling mighty damn good,” I slurred. I sat straight up because my dress revealed a little too much cleavage—even for me.
“We need to order dinner, before you embarrass yourself,” Rachel said in that superior tone of voice she had—so much like our mother.
I wasn’t hungry, but to shut Rachel up, I ordered a Chicken Caesar Salad, and another drink. She ordered lasagna and garlic bread, with an Apple Martini.
The waiter—tall, dark-chocolate, and equipped with a buffed body—took our order. He was sumptuous, and totally to my liking, I thought.
Turning thirty was messing with my head, so I had to know if I was still desirable in a man’s eyes. I couldn’t resist palming his tight buns when he walked away with our dinner order.
He turned and winked at me.
“Rachine! What are you doing?” Rachel asked, looking shocked and ashamed.
“What?” I answered back, looking completely innocent.
“You touched his buttocks,” Rachel chastised.
“Hey, you have a husband at home. I’ve got to find mine, from somewhere.”
“What happened to Kenneth?” She asked, after taking a sip from her Apple Martini.
The same waiter returned and placed our drinks on the table. On the low, he slipped me his digits on a napkin.
“Richard Lawson. Maybe, I’ll give him a call,” I said, tucking away his name and number inside of my handbag in case of a sexual emergency.
“He’s too young for you, Rachine!”
“Haven’t you heard? That means he’ll make a great lover, and he’ll keep me in shape.”
“You haven’t answered my question about Kenneth?”
“He left me—like all the others.”
“You mean you drove him away, too? When will you learn?”
“Shut up, Rachel! I don’t feel like another lecture from you. One mother was more than enough.”
“That’s your problem! You’re a selfish bitch, and everything has to be your way! In my opinion, Kenneth was too damn good for you. You’ll never find someone to love you,” Rachel fired back.
“You don’t know anything!” I retorted.
“As bitchy as you are, no wonder you can’t keep a man. Mother was right! You have too many of our father’s arrogant ways.”
“Who the hell do you think you are? Mother has no say about my life! She should look at her own love life, and then she can talk!” My temper was at flashpoint.
How dare Rachel and Mother discuss my life!
“I don’t need this mess, Rachine! I left my husband, my children, and sat thirty minutes in traffic to subject myself to you! Why don’t you celebrate our birthday all by your damn self.”
She grabbed her purse and ran toward the restaurant’s front door.
“I’m not a bitch, you are! I hollered back. “Go on back to your husband; I don’t need you, either!”
Coming soon to Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
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