Black Girls and Bad Boys: Stealing Loretta (13 page)
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Authors: Neneh J. Gordon
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Did you love
Black Girls and Bad Boys: Stealing Loretta
? Then you should read
Her Midnight Ride Omnibus (BWWM erotic romance novel)
by Neneh J. Gordon!
All five parts of the sultry Her Midnight Ride serial:
Bar, Bike, Bed
Strings Attached
Decisions, Decisions
Shocks and Surprises
Who's the Daddy?
plus a bonus short story.
Janelle is out with friends when a big, sexy biker walks in and stops her in her tracks. He's got a naughty gleam in his eye and a line in banter that has her wondering what it would be like to date a white guy. She soon finds out, but then the obstacles start to pile up between them. Can they get past stalker exes, bigotted fathers and life-changing decisions to build a future together?
All six stories total roughly 46,000 words and are not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.
EXCERPT
“Sparkly vampires?”
I sat down next to him. “Yes. It’s…”
“It’s what?”
It was obvious he was trying not to laugh at me, but it was too late to change my mind. I had to say it. “It’s so romantic. He wants her so much, but he doesn’t just take her,” our eyes met and I knew what he was thinking, “even though she wants him to. And she’s so sure he’s the one for her.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, shut up!” I mock-punched him in the shoulder.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“I could hear you thinking.”
“Well aren’t you the talented one?”
We looked into each other’s eyes for a beat longer than you do with anyone but a lover. Then he leaned in and kissed me, his lips soft against mine. I relaxed into the kiss, feeling at ease with him in a very unfamiliar way.
I’d been acting tough for so long, it wasn’t really an act any more. But I didn’t feel the need to be like that with him. Not all the time anyway. And that was something I still hadn’t got used to.
He put his hands up to cradle my face and kissed me until my eyes fell closed and I grabbed up handfuls of his t-shirt. When we parted, his eyes were full of need and my lips were numb.
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