by Christina OW
“So what are we going to name them?” Ron asked me. I had no idea.
“It’s the third of May,” Kristy spoke laying along my legs on her belly, her feet swinging back and forth, her eyes glued on the babies.
“Is that supposed to mean something pipsqueak?”
Kristy turned to glare at her Uncle Morris—she hated that nickname considering how tall she is for her age—then turned to face me.
“It’s Saint James and Saint Philip’s day celebrating two of the twelve disciples of Jesus. I think you should name them James and Philip, for good luck.”
“Your mom tell you this?” Ron asked.
She shook her head, “Mama says it would be wise not to name either of them Ronald. Double doomed whatever that means.”
I noticed the look on William’s face. It was that of awe. He always looked at his daughter in that way when she gave us a message from her mother. It was beautiful to see and I guess it reassured him that Kristy hasn’t left him.
He laughed, “I bet she did. Okay James and Philip it is.”
I leaned my head against Ron’s shoulder tired and content. “Everything is going to be alright from now on. I just know it.”
Ron kissed the top of my head, “No more living in fear, love.”
I sighed with relief. That was the best news I’d heard in a long time. Thank you Kristy.
Thanks for reading Love Rekindled I hope you enjoyed the final installment of the Candle Light series. Make sure to read them in order. Lover Reaffirmed is the first book.
About the Author
I’m the last of my mom’s three girls and I’m also a twin (she is an author too). It’s a lot of fun playing tricks on people with my twin sister. We did so a lot when we were younger but not so much now. We were raised by my mother and we owe her so much and try to make her proud every single day.
I love to eat, mostly cake- red velvet and chocolate cakes (yum!) and burgers (wow!). You know the saying ‘a moment with your lips a life time with your hips’ thanks to my mother’s great genes I don’t have to worry much about gaining too much weight.
I would rather curl up on the couch with a book than go out which also means I’m not into the night life. My pajamas are my best friend because they are so comfortable and only dress up when I go out if there is a good chance I’ll meet a hot guy!
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Other Romance Books by Christina OW
Albury Affairs Series (IR Erotica)
Her Venice Affair
His Bahamas Affair
His Paris Affair
Black Widows Series (AA)
Fatal Jealousy
Fatal Obsession
Dukkha Fate Series (IR/MC)
Fate Reborn
Twists Of Fate
Slave Bound Series (Regency Erotica)
Trial Of Love
A Lady Unbecoming
Lady Nancy
Available Now Fatal Obsession!
She finds out her nightmares are actually memories of her past life… the life of a murderer. Could she truly be the deranged Ellsa Jabari who’d almost added her own sister Ellie to the list of people she’s killed?
Amnesia can be a real bitch!
Summer 2006
Damien Chan pulled his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose to give his eyes a clear view of the beauty that had just crossed in front of him on the other side of the pool. He hadn’t expected—well it was Miami and seeing beauties pool side was the norm of each day, but this one... there was something special about this one. He could tell by the way she walked in her six inch strapped sandals that exposed perfectly pedicured toes and sturdy ankles. There had to be a secret to balancing in those neck breaking heels and look so mouth watering doing so. He never understood why women tortured themselves trying to look taller, but he gained a whole new appreciation for the neck breakers. His eyes travelled up from the silver charm anklet that sat seductively around her ankle, to her caramel stiff shaped calf that spoke of how fit she was.
Damien loved a woman who kept fit. Nothing jiggled and she had a combination of tight and soft in all the right places.
His eyes journeyed up to her thighs—Damien smiled to himself—toned and jiggle free. Just the way he liked them wrapped around his waist.
Her thighs rounded up into a perfect ass partially exposed by the white swimsuit she had on, but tastefully covered by the see through thigh high robe that rode slapdash on her shoulders. The bottom of her swimsuit had golden circular hoops at both sides of her waist bone, clearly the only things holding the bottom pieces together. Very Victoria Secret like.
Damien shifted uncomfortably on his lounge chair. The bottom half of her had him so hard already he had to raise his knee to hide the evidence.
She turned around, giving him a back view of her body. He wished she would—
“Yes!” he whispered with a discreet air punch.
The flimsy robe slide down her arms so fluidly, like a gentle caress and pulled at her waist before she tagged it completely off and tossed it on the lounge chair. Damien had never felt so jealous of a piece of clothing before. What he would give to be that robe!
Her back was exposed, except for the thin straps that tied behind her neck and across her back to hold up the swimsuit. She had what looked like a delicate back, the outlines of her shoulder blades were visible and so was the hollow deep between that led to the round curve of the small of her back to the top of her ass. She had what looked like a tattoo there, but her dark complexion and the distance made it impossible to tell.
“Holy…” Damien breathed when she turned around.
It was official. He’d just spotted the sexiest woman in the world. Someone call the Guinness records guys! Such perfection should not go undocumented. Every male species needed to see her, for generations to come!
The top part of her suit tapered up to what looked like a three inch piece that sat along her belly up to meet the bikini top part of the suit. Those two girls were also tastefully hidden, with just the right amount of boobs slipping out. He could already imagine pressing his face between those babies.
He moved up to her visible collar bones, to her long swan-like neck, up her chin, slightly smiling lush red lips, button nose and—
“Shit!”
She’d caught him staring and now she was staring back with a certain glint in her eyes as she lowered herself onto the lounge chair. He held her gaze and for a moment, Damien thought she was challenging him. Did she think he wouldn’t hit on her because she’d caught him staring? Or was she challenging him to do so, so that she could shut him down, publicly humiliating him?
Damien clenched his jaw as his temper flared. He hated conceited chicks who thought their obvious beauty made them better than everyone and any guy would be lucky to be seen with them. He’d made that mistake of dating a girl like her once; he was certainly not going to make it again.
He’d come here to enjoy himself and plough through as many women as he could to get over his stupid broken heart. And as much as he wanted her to be his big finale—because she would be the perfect lay for the last day of his two-week vacation—being a conceited bitch disqualified her.
He broke their gaze and turned away just in time to see a big white bald oaf charge at her. It was clear he was after her—his gaze was locked on her and his powerful heavy strides spoke trouble. Victoria Secret was the only one who looked worth the trouble in the whole place. Damien turned back to her. She was still staring at him, not at all sensing the danger. How could she not? Everyone else on her side of the pool seemed to have created a cautionary distance.
The oaf stopped next to her, grabbing her arm and yanking her up. “Vladimir vants you now!” he barked.
The woman just gave him a bored look, nonchalantly taking her arm out of his hold. She bent
to retrieve her robe, sparing Damien a look that said something, but he wasn’t sure what before she sashayed away, walking with no urgency despite the oaf’s grumbles behind her.
What was that look? He wondered before he asked himself why he cared.
She seemed quite comfortable being the girlfriend of a Russian mobster. Another assumption, yes, but he’d been a cop too long not to be able to recognize the type.
His cop instincts wanted him to check them out but… “I’m on vacation. I’m not here to work or end up in a shootout over a girl. They are the feds problem anyway.”
He pushed his glasses back in place, crossed his wrists behind his head and went back on the hunt to find his finale girl.
Out this May, Twists Of Fate, Dukkha Fate Book#2
Twists of Fate brings forward their worst enemy- pride. Will Ashat’s old age pride drive a wedge between him and Merilee, and will she ever be able to bear his unforgiving nature against her past indiscretion? Their separation leads to increased danger, and finally a death that will tear their world apart.
Excerpt
“Why didn’t you date him?” My dad asked with a perplexed look on his face.
“I suggested it but it only upset her. He would have been perfect for her.” Ash spoke with a laugh in his voice. I gave him a cut look before I answered my dad.
“I don’t know. He’s just not my type.”
“Steve and Ash are? You are beyond saving.” My dad said shaking his head.
“I’m a rebellious teen dad. My job is to give you sleepless nights and an ulcer.”
“You are excelling at that perfectly. Come on let’s go home.” He turned and headed for his Range Rover.
I followed them but Ash pulled me back. “We aren’t going with them. I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise,” I said with dread, “Please tell me it’s not expensive.”
He laughed and pulled me closer to him, “You made yourself very clear on the price tag of my gifts. I’m giving you an intangible gift.”
“What is it?” I was glad he hadn’t spent any money on me. I kept the diamond pendant tucked away in my shoe box but today I wore it because Maria had insisted on it. I’d worn it twice just to please Ash, but it always felt like an expensive noose around my neck.
“You’ll see,” his face dropped and then he looked behind, over his shoulder. “Someone wants you.” He sounded annoyed. I shifted to look behind him. George was walking towards us.
I laughed. It was amusing seeing Ash so irritated with someone he didn’t know, all because he asked me out. “I should have dated him.”
“That’s not funny,” Ash said harshly.
“Hi George,” I stepped out of Ash’s embrace to talk to him. I was actually surprised he wanted to talk to me at all.
“Hi Lee and Lee’s current boyfriend,” George stressed on the current as he glanced at Ash before he put all his attention on me. Ash didn’t even answer he just stared at George, his face tight and his eyes lethal. I needed to end this chat fast.
“What’s up?”
“I wanted to invite you out. Remember the rain check?”
I heard a rumble roll in Ash’s chest. I shifted to stand in front of him, between him and George. “Sorry, I have plans today.”
“We could go out on another day, maybe this Saturday?”
“She won’t be available.” Ash said between clenched teeth. George gave him an unconcerned stare before he looked back at me with his signature megawatt smile on his face.
“You’re eighteen, play the field a little. You’ll never have that chance if you glue yourself to one guy.”
Ash took a step forward, bumping into me in the process. I reached for his side and put my hand over his clenched fist. George was going to have a bad graduation day if he kept talking.
“George I’m happy being glued to him. We need to leave, and you need to go party. I’ll see you when I see you.”
“If you change your mind you have my number.” He leaned towards me and kissed the edge of my lips. I saw Ash’s free hand shoot up. I caught it, pulling it down before he could grab George’s neck.
“Bye George.” I pushed Ash back as hard as I could, he rocked on his feet but he didn’t move. George turned and left us. I waited until there was a good distance between us before I let go of Ash.
“One day I’ll rip his head off!” He growled.
Time to shift gears.
I drew circles on his chest with my fingers and whispered seductively, “How about you give me my present and we forget all about George?”
Ash’s face relaxed, his lips curved up in a crooked smile. “Let’s go.”
He led me to his car, opened the door and helped me in before he went to his side. We drove for a few miles before he pulled up at the beach. He got out and came round to open the door for me.
A perfect wolf gentleman.
“What are we doing here?” I asked when we finally reached our destination. I was glad I wore jeans and a button down shirt under the gown. If I’d worn the girly dress and high heels Maria had picked out, I would have felt even more uncomfortable if we ended up in the water.
His lips rose in half a smile, “You’ll see.” He took my hand and led me towards the rocks at the far end of the beach.
“I’ve watched this movie before,” I stated taking off my tennis shoes. “The girl always ends up washed up in the morning naked and stabbed a couple of times. Her eyes wide open in terror.” I tied the shoe laces together then hung them over my shoulder, “Would you like to know how it ends?”
Ash laughed, “I’m sure you’ll tell me.”
“They arrest the jealous boyfriend a few days later and give him the death penalty. The electric chair,” I said the last part with a little drama, like when they introduced vampires in the old movies. “But he didn’t even leave the court house jail because during the trial it’s revealed that the man in question is a gay party planner. He hangs himself in his cell using his shirt. ‘Denise and Dennis forever’ written on the wall in blood.”
“I don’t get it and your humor is worrying.” His tone was a little too serious that it made me uncomfortable. I was acting weird again.
“It comes with the background.” I kicked the sand around, “In a disturbing way it’s kind of romantic.” He stopped walking and turned to me with a worried look on his face. “What?”
He pulled me in a tight embrace. I placed my head on his chest. I felt so warm and completely safe there. Moving right now would be a brutal punishment. “Lee I’m sorry about your family.”
I wrapped my arms tighter around his waist, making myself even more comfortable in his embrace. I could fall asleep like this. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.”
“It was. I got there too late and now you and Dave are paying for my mistake.” He sounded sad and angry. This wasn’t the time for self-loathing or regrets.
“I’m dealing with it and I’m doing well. I don’t have nightmares anymore. I haven’t been this happy since it happened so stop with the guilt trip and give me my present.”
He smiled but he still looked pained. “I love having you close to me.”
“You’re growing on me too.”
Read Fate Reborn Book #1 of the Dukkha Fates Series
Here are a few chapters from His Paris Affair. Happy Reading!
Chapter One
Melody got out of the car with uncontained excitement. She still couldn’t believe they pulled it off—gotten Allan to agree to Ruiz and her to travel all over the world assessing and inputting where necessary at all the Red Roses hotels. It had been two months already and they’d been to all the Red Roses worldwide, hosting the opening parties at each one with the crème de la crème of society and building a substantial client list with each one. It was the most fun she’d had in years and having Ruiz with her, only Ruiz, and no hovering overprotective brother plus best friend, was the best part—aside from buying a new evening gown for each event with a match
ing pair of shoes and purse. She felt like the queen of the ball at each one, especially with decked out Ruiz by her side. He complained about being dressed up like a penguin the first time, but regardless it was clear he enjoyed looking like James Bond and the attention that came with it. Especially, it seemed, in Spain. It surprised her that Ruiz could speak Spanish so fluently and even with that Zorro flair. That’s when she found out he was from Argentina. He barely spoke of his home or himself for that matter. He would clamp up when she pushed for more so she learnt to accept to wait until he fully trusted her and took the little he would reveal.
She was surprised Allan hadn’t already called demanding she go back home or sent someone to chaperon the two of them. She knew he had his reservations about his little virgin sister travelling alone with his new lothario brother-in-law but he had nothing to worry about. Ruiz had been a complete gentleman, to Melody’s complete disappointment. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to be with her; she could tell he was dying to with each kiss and each touch and how he devoured her with his eyes when he thought she wasn’t looking, but for some unknown and annoying reason he wouldn’t make a move on her. Short of her throwing herself at him—and her pride demanded she just couldn’t do that—he was never going to, either. Ladies were chased; they never did the chasing, but she was hoping the state of their celibacy would change with their current surroundings. Paris, the city of love, was their last stop and she was hoping some of its magic would rub on to Ruiz.
“Hey, get inside or you’ll catch a cold,” Ruiz scolded her as he watched the porter unload their bags from the car.
“It’s too beautiful to go inside. Look at how the light bounces off the snow. The ground looks like it’s covered in diamonds!” she awed, scooping some of the snow into her bare hands.
Ruiz brushed the snow out of her hands and began rubbing them between his. “Diamonds that will give you pneumonia. You want to have fun or get laid up in bed with the flu?”
