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<title>Black Girls and Bad Boys: Stealing Loretta</title>
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	Jordan Bernardino is the kind of man your mother warned you about. Confident, handsome, charismatic... and a professional thief.<br />
	Loretta on the other hand is well on her way to becoming a bank manager. Until Jordan walks in with a gun and a balaclava and steals a kiss along with a great deal of cash.<br />
	But it isn&#39;t enough. He needs more money to buy his way out of the mob and he wants more than just a kiss from that sexy black banker.<br />
	He charms his way into her bed, hoping it will lead him back into her vault, but an unfamiliar emotion creeps up on him - guilt.<br />
	When Loretta finds out what he&#39;s up to, she has to make an impossible choice - do the right thing and leave him to face the violent consequences, or risk everything she&#39;s ever worked for to save his skin.

	This novel is roughly 41,000 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.

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	&ldquo;For crying out loud, woman.&rdquo; He didn&rsquo;t want to threaten her with the gun again. There was still a bad taste in his mouth from the last time. &ldquo;Just open a damn box!&rdquo;<br />
	She looked at the gun pointing harmlessly down at the floor. He&rsquo;d left himself with nowhere to go.<br />
	&ldquo;Look, there&rsquo;s a lot of money upstairs. You got here before lunchtime so there&rsquo;s plenty in the tills. Take it. The police will be here soon. Just take it and go.&rdquo;<br />
	Damn her. Why couldn&rsquo;t she have been a typical grey middle-aged man who didn&rsquo;t give a shit? &ldquo;Maybe I will.&rdquo; He moved closer and picked up the faint floral scent of her perfume.<br />
	If she wouldn&rsquo;t let him into the safety deposit boxes, he&rsquo;d just have to take something else.<br />
	&ldquo;What are you doing?&rdquo; She took a step backwards.<br />
	&ldquo;You want me to take the cash and nothing else?&rdquo;<br />
	&ldquo;Yes. There&rsquo;s more than&mdash;&rdquo;<br />
	&ldquo;Make it worth my while.&rdquo; He stepped closer and she backed away.<br />
	&ldquo;What?&rdquo;<br />
	&ldquo;One little kiss and I&rsquo;ll go back out there, take the bags and leave.&rdquo;<br />
	She stared into his eyes. Now that he looked closer, there were flecks of darker brown in the hazel of her irises. It was a shame they hadn&rsquo;t met under different circumstances. If he&rsquo;d run across her in a bar he&rsquo;d have bought her a drink and given her his best line in chat.<br />
	But he had a feeling she was enjoying the rush of an armed robbery.<br />
	&ldquo;No!&rdquo;<br />
	He stepped up to her again. This time, she didn&rsquo;t move away.<br />
	&ldquo;One kiss.&rdquo; His gaze fell to her full lips. Gina was usually drenched in lip-gloss, but the bank manager&rsquo;s lips were tantalisingly bare.<br />
	&ldquo;One kiss and you&rsquo;ll go?&rdquo; Her voice dropped to a low murmur that made the breath catch in his throat.<br />
	He nodded, getting closer still. She was even prettier at a second glance. Her lips parted ever so slightly. She was thinking about it. Why did he get the impression she was one of those quiet ones you were supposed to watch?<br />
	&ldquo;Okay.&rdquo;]]></description>
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<title>Black Girls and Bad Boys: Changing his Tune</title>
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	Noah Trent is a rock star sex-god with a problem - his alcoholism has brought him to the edge of bankruptcy and he&#39;s too deep in his addiction to turn things around. But his manager has a plan. Enter Angelique Jones, a rehab assistant who takes on the job of keeping Noah clean while he records his next album and heads out on tour.

	But Angelique has her own troubled past. When Noah finds out her secret, he aims to use it to get his own way, but before long it brings them closer. With several addictions and devastating trauma building a wall between them, will they be able to put the past behind them and make a future together?

	This novel is roughly 46,000 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.

	EXCERPT

	He silenced her with a kiss, pressing his lips to hers the way he&rsquo;d wanted to pretty much ever since he&rsquo;d clapped eyes on her. She stiffened in his arms. Had he misjudged the signals?

	A couple of heartbeats passed and she melted into him. She kissed him back and the hope he&rsquo;d been guarding came to full bloom. She wanted him too.

	He kissed her harder, wrapping her in his arms. Her perfume was everywhere &ndash; an intoxicating note that floated over the top of the sea breeze. Her lips were even softer than he&rsquo;d imagined. They kissed and kissed, her ripe body pressing urgently against his lean frame.

	All his worries had been for nothing. She kissed him eagerly, groans of pleasure sounding in her throat as she opened her lips to him.

	Her hand came up between them, pushing against his chest. He stopped. His fast-beating heart laboured even faster. &ldquo;Are you okay? I didn&rsquo;t mean to&mdash;&rdquo;

	She put a finger to his lips. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m fine.&rdquo;

	He&rsquo;d been afraid she&rsquo;d never reach a place where she could let him hold her. Now it was happening, the fear still wouldn&rsquo;t leave him. The moment was so fragile. He had to move at her pace, or risk chasing her away.

	But he needed her. He bent to kiss her again, barely brushing his lips over hers. Cupping her cheek in his hand, he looked into her eyes. There was fear there to match his own. &ldquo;I want to make love to you.&rdquo;

	It seemed that she blinked in slow motion. He held his breath, waiting for her to crush him with rejection. He couldn&rsquo;t have left it unsaid.

	&ldquo;I want that too,&rdquo; she whispered.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2013 04:15:22 +0200</pubDate>
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