Just to Be with You

by Sheryl Lister

  Love is the sweetest song of all…

  Gentle and compassionate teacher Janae Simms isn’t looking for love—her heart has been broken one too many times, and she doesn’t intend to relive that kind of pain. So when her best friend convinces her to let loose and attend a concert featuring R & B sensation Monte, all Janae expects is an evening of music and fun. But as soon as she hears his smooth, honeyed voice and they share a moment together backstage, Janae fears her heart is in danger once again.

  Terrence “Monte” Campbell has been hurt by women seeking his wealth and celebrity instead of the man he truly is. So music is his only passion, until he meets Janae. He struggles to maintain emotional distance, but her tender sensuality and caring ways tempt Terrence as no other before. And one sizzling night, they both give in to their desires and explore all of the erotic promises between them. Is Janae really the one for Terrence, or just another disappointment waiting to happen? Can he finally let go of the past and embrace the idea of their loving future?

  “You feel this, don’t you?”

  “No…I… Yes.” Janae gently extricated her hand from his then took several steps backward. Being close to him short-circuited her brain, and she needed to think. Hadn’t she decided that men were only good for fantasies? He would definitely fit right in…okay, he would top the fantasy list. But that was all this could be—a really, really nice fantasy. No way would she allow herself to get caught up in a man who probably had women by the dozen. Besides, as a teacher, the last thing she needed was a parent seeing her face splashed across a tabloid under some crazy heading like Teacher Caught in Threesome with Popular Music Star.

  He closed the distance between them. “Janae?”

  When she glanced up at him, something flashed in his eyes and, before she could blink, he covered her mouth in an explosive kiss that stole her breath and weakened her knees. She was totally unprepared for the feel of his mouth on hers. The kiss was gentle, but infused with a passion and need she didn’t understand. Suddenly, a longing she’d never experienced took over her body.

  She pulled away sharply. “I…I have to…go.”

  “No, don’t go.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’m sorry. Please. Stay.”

  She eyed him warily and clutched her chest, trying to control her runaway heart.

  Books by Sheryl Lister

  Harlequin Kimani Romance

  Just to Be with You

  SHERYL LISTER

  has enjoyed reading and writing for as long as she can remember. When she’s not reading, writing or playing chauffeur, Sheryl can be found on a date with her husband or in the kitchen creating appetizers and bite-sized desserts. She holds a B.S. in occupational therapy, and post-professional M.S. in occupational therapy from San Jose State University. She resides in California and is a wife, mother of three and works as a pediatric occupational therapist.

  Just to

  Be With

  You

  Sheryl Lister

  Dear Reader,

  I have enjoyed reading Harlequin romances since I was a young teen, when I used to sneak them from my mother’s stash. I never imagined I would someday be given the opportunity to join the Harlequin family of authors.

  I am also a huge music fan. One day, while listening to one of my favorite R & B balladeers, an idea sparked in my mind, and Terrence “Monte” Campbell was born. He’s not big on love, but he’s about to have his world turned upside down by Janae Simms. The caring schoolteacher challenges everything the confirmed bachelor has ever believed and teaches him a lesson in love he won’t soon forget.

  I hope you enjoy Terrence and Janae’s journey to falling in love. I sure did! Stay tuned for Karen’s story.

  Please share your thoughts with me at www.sheryllister.com, on Facebook (Author Sheryl Lister) or on Twitter (@1Slynne).

  Blessings,

  Sheryl

  For my mother, Mary Phillips (1940–2009), the first reader and fan of my stories, and who encouraged me to write.

  Mom, I finally wrote that book!

  To My Heavenly Father,

  thank you for loving me unconditionally.

  I will bless the Lord at all times;

  His praise shall continually be in my mouth

  [Psalms 34:1 NKJV]

  To my very own hero, Lance Lister,

  I love you more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for your love and unwavering support.

  To my beautiful daughters, Brandi, Maia and Riana,

  I love you. You make me proud to be your mom.

  To my family (especially my father-in-law, who has read every story), Janette and the Friday morning hair shop ladies, and friends,

  thank you for your love, encouragement and support.

  To author Beverly Jenkins,

  thank you for graciously sharing your wisdom and answering my many questions about writing.

  To my wonderful agent, Sarah E. Younger,

  thank you for your tireless efforts on my behalf.

  To my editor, Rachel Burkot, and the entire Harlequin Kimani Romance team,

  thank you for the opportunity.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 1

  “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Janae Simms muttered.

  “Oh, please.” Her friend Karen Morris waved her off. “You can’t tell me you’re not a little bit excited about seeing Monte in concert?”

  She sighed. “His music is nice, but you’re the one who has all of his CDs. And I don’t know why, if the concert is tonight, we need to spend the entire weekend in San Francisco. Seems like you should have brought your boyfriend instead of me.”

  “Andre is working, and it’s not like you have anything else to do.”

  “I have a ton of lesson plans to do.”

  “So do I, but you need to see outside sometimes—and I mean someplace other than that elementary school playground. Now repeat after me. I’m going to have a good time.”

  Janae rolled her eyes. She turned back to see Karen still waiting. “Fine. I’m going to have a good time,” she grumbled. They continued walking toward the jazz club.

  Karen shook her head and laughed. “Girl, we’re going to have a ball.”

  “Where are we sitting?”

  Karen wiggled her eyebrows. “You’ll see.”

  They passed a line of people waiting to enter and went inside. “Shouldn’t we get in line, Karen?”

  “No. Our tickets are for reserved seating. That line is for those with general seating tickets. I wanted us to get a real good seat.”

  She waited while Karen gave her name to the attendant at the will call desk. He located and handed her their tickets.

  Janae had only been to the jazz club once, but liked the intimate feeling. The floor level featured three rows of tables for four, while the upper levels had a choice of tables or booths. Even the balc
ony seating offered great views. There wasn’t a bad seat in the house.

  “Enjoy the show,” he said.

  When they entered the seating area, Janae stopped short, surprised to see that they had floor seats in the second row, dead center. No more than ten feet separated them from the stage. “Um, Karen, these seats are kind of close to the stage, don’t you think?”

  “Of course. Girl, I want to be close enough to that fine man to see his sweat. Monte is a walking chocolate fantasy.”

  She chuckled at the description, but Karen did have a point. Monte would be an excellent fantasy man, which was where she decided men belonged. In fantasies, hearts didn’t get broken—something she would never let happen to her again.

  Janae scanned the crowded room. Efficient staff moved through throngs of people, serving food and drinks, as music poured through hidden speakers and animated chatter filled the air. The lights went down, and as soon as he hit the stage, Monte’s voice immediately captivated her. Whether one of his sexy ballads or an up-tempo number like the current song, the man’s smooth baritone stirred something deep within her. She closed her eyes, nodding in time with the beat as he sang song after song.

  Karen tapped her excitedly. “He’s getting ready to come down into the audience.”

  “What?” Janae’s eyes snapped open. She glanced up in time to see Monte exit the stage through a door on the left side, and watched as women stood from their tables and tried to gyrate their bodies against his when he passed. He smiled and shook some hands, but didn’t linger. As he neared their table, Karen pulled Janae up from the chair.

  “Here he comes.” Karen stretched out her hand, then screamed when he reached out to touch it.

  Since Karen held on to her arm, Janae couldn’t sit, but hoped the sexy singer would keep going.

  Nope, no such luck. Instead, he actually stopped in front of her, reached down to bring her hand to his lips. The moment he touched her, electric shocks shot up her arm and through her body. Her gaze flew to his and she snatched her hand back. His eyes widened. She thought she saw surprise cross his features, but it was gone so fast, she might have imagined it. She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed what happened, but Karen was still swooning. As for the other couple at their table, the guy was too busy trying to pull his screaming date back down into the chair to notice her. Janae dropped into the chair, then stared down at her still-tingling hand. Clenching her fist, she willed the sensations to stop.

  Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she only imagined the spark. Right? She chanced a glimpse in his direction as he walked back toward the stage door and, as if he sensed her perusal, he stopped to glance over his shoulder. His eyes locked with hers for a brief moment, and something unnamed passed between them. Something within his dark, magnetic gaze pulled her in and wouldn’t let go. She shook her head to clear it, but couldn’t resist another peek. He stopped to talk to someone for a moment, nodded in her direction, then climbed back onto the stage.

  He sang another song, a beautiful ballad about a love worth waiting for. Although she enjoyed the lyrics, she knew only few people were fortunate enough to find that kind of love. As soon as the last note faded away, the man she’d seen Monte talking to came out onto the stage.

  “Is everybody enjoying the show so far?” Thunderous applause and screams followed. He waited a few seconds before continuing. “Tonight, we have a special treat. At the conclusion of the show, two of you will be invited backstage to meet the band and get autographs and pictures with Monte.” More shouts followed, as did a drumroll. He shook the bag in his hand, then pulled out a slip of paper. “The lucky winners are seated at table fourteen, seats C and D. At the end of the show, please proceed to the door at the left of the stage and present your ticket stubs.”

  Karen screamed again. Janae thought she’d really gone around the bend this time.

  “Janae, did you hear that? Two people are going backstage after the show.”

  “Yeah, okay. Calm down. People are staring,” Janae whispered, glancing around.

  “Girl, didn’t you hear the table and seats?” She took the ticket stub out of her purse. “Look. We’re the ones going backstage.”

  Janae gasped sharply, whipped her head around to find Monte’s eyes waiting. A slight grin curved his mouth. She arched an eyebrow.

  By the time the concert ended, she was a nervous wreck. Her palms had dampened, and her heart thundered in her chest. How in the world could she get through another encounter with him? Never had she felt such sensations from a simple touch in her entire life. Karen, on the other hand, couldn’t stop bouncing in her seat.

  “Ooh, I can’t wait to be up close and personal with Monte. Rich milk chocolate skin, dark brown eyes that seem like they can see clear to your soul, sexy, full lips framed by that goatee. And let’s not forget that X-rated body—over six feet of rock...hard...muscle. Can you imagine what it would feel like to run your hands all over that body?”

  “Um, Karen, what about Andre? You know, your boyfriend.”

  Karen waved a dismissive hand. “Let’s go. The crowd is emptying out.”

  Janae sighed, but followed her to the side door where the same man who had made the announcement greeted them.

  He checked their ticket stubs, then smiled. “Please come in. My name is Donovan Wright.” He shook their hands and gestured them up the steps where he introduced them to the band members and, finally, to Monte.

  Following Karen’s lead, Janae politely shook each of their hands, but when it came time to shake Monte’s hand, she hesitated. Go ahead, girl, and shake the man’s hand. It was probably just a fluke, she chastised herself. As soon as their hands touched, she felt it again. She tried to pull her hand back, but he tightened his grip.

  The way he stared at her confirmed that (1) she hadn’t imagined the electricity between them, and (2) he felt it also—it was as real as the man standing in front of her.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Miss...?”

  “Simms. Janae Simms,” she answered softly.

  “Janae. I like that.” He gestured to two chairs. “Why don’t you ladies have a seat?”

  The band members drifted out to the restaurant area until only Donovan remained. “I’m going to get a drink from the bar. Can I get you ladies something?” he asked.

  Janae declined.

  “Actually, I have to go to the ladies’ room, so I’ll follow you out. Be right back, Janae,” Karen said.

  Janae noted the amusement on her friend’s face. Her eyes offered a silent plea, but Karen merely smiled, then sailed out behind Donovan. Her gaze swept over the small space crowded with instruments, cases and wires. When she turned back, Monte sat studying her as if he were trying to figure something out.

  He leaned back in his chair, stroked his goatee and stared at her so long she became uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat. “Do you do this often?”

  He continued to stare.

  “Maybe I should be flattered or something, but I’m not some groupie.” She stood, adding softly, “This was a bad idea. I think I should go.”

  He jumped up from his chair. “Wait,” he said, coming to stand in front of her. “No, I don’t.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You asked if I do this often. I’m assuming you meant invite women backstage. The answer is no. In fact, I’ve never, ever done this before.”

  “As popular as you are, you really expect me to believe that?”

  “Honestly. I’ve never liked the groupie scene, so no one has ever been allowed back here in all the eight years I’ve been touring. We do all of the signings in the lobby.”

  “Why now?”

  He covered her hand with his. She immediately felt the warmth again.

  “This is why.”

  Janae gasped softly, her hand trembling in his. Why did this ha
ppen now, and with this particular man? She tried to get her hand back, but like the other time, he wouldn’t let go.

  “You feel this, don’t you?”

  “No... I... Yes.” Janae gently extricated her hand from his and took several steps backward. Being close to him short-circuited her brain, and she needed to think. Hadn’t she decided that men were only good for fantasies? He would definitely fit right in...okay, he would top the fantasy list. But that was all this could be—a really, really nice fantasy. No way would she allow herself to get caught up in a man like him who probably had women by the dozen. Besides, as a teacher, the last thing she needed was a parent seeing her face splashed across a tabloid under some crazy heading like Teacher Caught in Threesome with Popular Music Star.

  He closed the distance between them. “Janae?”

  When she glanced up at him, something flashed in his eyes, and before she could blink, he covered her mouth in an explosive kiss that stole her breath and weakened her knees. She was totally unprepared for the feel of his mouth on hers. The kiss was gentle, but infused with a passion and need she didn’t understand. Suddenly, a longing she’d never experienced took over her body. She pulled away sharply. “I...I have to...go.”

  “No, don’t go.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’m sorry. Please. Stay.”

  She eyed him warily and clutched her chest, trying to control her runaway heart.

  “Please. I just want to talk. Sit down, okay?”

  Janae sat. He wisely took the chair farthest from her. She kept making furtive glances toward the door, hoping to see Karen so they could leave. An awkward silence settled over the room.

  He cleared his throat. “So, Ms. Simms, I couldn’t help but notice your necklace. An apple? It’s very unique.”

  “It was a gift from one of my students. I teach an elementary special education class,” she answered with a nervous smile.

  “That must be challenging. What grade?”

 
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