Lessons...
From A Younger Lover
First grade teacher Gwen Smith was happily married—until her husband got himself a twenty-something mistress and filed for divorce. Now just months away from turning forty-one, Gwen is back in her tiny California hometown, caring for her ailing mother, convinced her life is over. Then she meets Ransom Blake.
Ransom is a twenty-six-year-old hunk who pushes every one of Gwen’s buttons. Gwen has no intention of getting involved with a younger man, but he won’t take no for an answer. When he shows up at her classroom unannounced, Gwen tells him off—and then realizes he’s come for his daughter. Ransom isn’t shy about letting Gwen know how she can make it up to him. And if he gets his way, Gwen will lose all her inhibitions - and her heart!
“A passionate tale of love, LESSONS kept me turning page after page to see what would happen next.” Rawsistaz
“…you’ll be rooting for their happily ever after…” Romantic Times
“Heat, drama, passion and characters that extend far beyond the page make Zuri Day’s Lessons a must read. …an exciting new voice in romance and a writer to watch!” Bestselling Author, Gwyneth Bolton
(Sneak Peak - Advance Reader Copy Unedited Version)
Ransom glanced at his watch as he turned his Jeep onto Main Street. He had a free half hour before his final meeting of the day, a potential contract with an LA developer who wanted to build a sports complex on the outskirts of the city. Ransom was excited about the meeting. If all went well he’d not only land the Vegas contract, but could network his way into LA construction projects as well. He honked and waved as he drove, knowing almost everybody he passed. Growing up in a relatively small town could be both a blessing and a curse. The good thing was you knew everybody. The bad thing was everybody knew you. And everybody wanted to know everybody else’s business. Even if they didn’t, they acted as if they did, or made something up.
He was just about to make a left at Main and Tenth Street when a tight body in a fitted navy blue suit caught his eye. The sexy stranger was going into Kristy’s Coffee Shop and before Ransom knew what was happening, he’d swung from the left turn to center lane, crossed the street and turned into the small coffee shop parking lot. He’d never been a coffee drinker, but he loved hot chocolate, and the cup of cute he’d seen switching into the small yet socially lively establishment was the kind of cup he liked. He jumped over the door of the jeep, brushed his hands against his slim, fitted jeans and sauntered towards the door.
At the same time, Gwen Smith was making a hasty exit. She’d just placed her order with the owner, Kristy McDowell, when her cell phone rang. A worried Mary Walker, Gwen’s mother’s neighbor for the past twenty years, had first called Lorraine, and then knocked on her door, to no avail. She’d almost called the cops, but had decided to try Gwen’s phone instead. Gwen assured Miss Mary she’d be there in five minutes and dashed out the coffee shop.
And into the arms of Ransom Blake. Gwen, who’d been looking down into her purse to fish out car keys, at first thought she’d run into a wall. But walls didn’t have strong arms that enveloped her, a chest that pressed against her instantly alert nipples, or a smell like citrus and sandalwood. She looked up, blinked, and willed herself to speak. Her mouth formed an ‘o’, but nothing came out. She gulped, knowing the right thing to do would be to pull away from this Black Fabion fantasy. But she could not. Was he real? Lord have mercy, was she? At a moment like this, who knew? She could have pinched herself to see if she were dreaming. That is, if she could move. Instead of retreating, she unwillingly and unconsciously leaned further into him.
Ransom took notice of a couple things before he tried to let her go. First, he noticed that the body beneath the conservative blue suit was firm yet supple. He guessed her height at around five seven, or eight, and that the shiny hair that teased her shoulders was her own. She smelled clean, like the air after a rain shower. His manhood instantly leaped to attention, and he knew he should break the embrace before he embarrassed them both.
“I’m sorry,” Gwen muttered, even as she willed her body to step back from the Onyx Adonis.
“Are you all right?” Ransom countered.
“Yes,” Gwen stuttered. With sheer determination, she tried to step back. And literally couldn’t move. The butterfly brooch that her mother had sworn was the perfect complement to her professional ensemble was hopelessly entangled in Ransom’s mesh tank top. “Oh, no. I’m sorry. I think I’m stuck.”
“Well, now. Isn’t this my lucky day?”
Gwen looked up into eyes as dark as coal, framed by lashes that seemed to reach the tips of his perfectly shaped brows. She dropped her gaze a couple inches and took in a tapered nose, flaring slightly with…desire? An inch or so more and a mouth that said kiss me…now...
Available now at these locations!
www.amazon.com
www.bn.com
www.booksamillion.com
www.blackexpressions.com
www.bordersstores.com
www.indiebound.org
www.walmart.com
www.kensingtonbooks.com
|
