Love Rekindled
Series: All or Nothing (Standalone)
Genre: Contemporary Romance | Sports Romance
NBA superstar Malcolm James has everything- fame, money, and two beautiful kids- but no woman to call his own. When his ex, Charmaine Mouton, arrives in Houston to sing the national anthem at the All-Star Game, he can't help but remember all the good times shared, and he's determined not to let her get away again.
Five years ago, Charmaine Mouton made the difficult choice to pursue a singing career and lost the love of her life in the process. Now a successful recording artist, when she sees Malcolm again, she decides to reach for the life she left behind.
But relationships take work, and Malcolm and Charmaine will have to put in the work if they want their love to last the second time around.
Ready For Love
Series: All or Nothing (Standalone)
Genre: Contemporary Romance | Sports Romance
As manager to some of the country's hottest stars, Denise Mitchell has it all and then some. Fabulous career? Check. Brownstone in SoHo, NYC? Check. Enviable lifestyle? Check. She works hard, plays even harder, and lives life to the fullest.
Enter NBA superstar Drew Smith. Fine as hell, down to earth, and the best sex she's ever had. But Drew is ready to settle down and change his ways, and he's set his sights on Denise Mitchell. She's his every fantasy rolled into one luscious package. The problem? She's determined to keep their relationship casual.
Well. . . we'll see about that.
Excerpt From Love Rekindled
Charmaine shifted in her seat and uncrossed her legs. "Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom," she said to the group.
"I need to use the restroom myself. I'll show you where it's located." Malcolm rose from his chair and pulled hers out. He knew from past experience that the restrooms were in a secluded corner of the restaurant and were easy to miss if you weren't paying attention.
As they walked toward the restrooms, Malcolm's hand grazed her lower back, close to the curve of her bottom. Charmaine's back stiffened for a moment before her body melted into his touch. Once out of sight of the other diners, Malcolm let his hand drift to her bottom and squeezed. Still as juicy and firm as he remembered.
Charmaine's low moan reached his ears and she stopped in the middle of the secluded hallways. Standing behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, he ground his erection against her derriere, both of them gasping at the friction.
Malcolm guided Charmaine by the hips, steering them toward the alcove tucked past the restrooms. On his first visit to this restaurant, he had come by the alcove by accident while looking for the men's room. He leaned down and nuzzled the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent, before placing a soft kiss there. When she moaned, he grinned and licked a path from beneath her ear to the curve of her neck. Once they got to the alcove he spun her around, plastered his front on hers, and braced her back against the wall.
Looking down into her dark brown almond-shaped eyes, all of those feelings hit him. Not just the lust-- although that was still his predominant thought-- but all the small things that he used to love about her. Like her inability to hide her emotions from him and how she reacted to his touch.
"Mal. . .mmm. . . Malcolm, what are we. . . what are we doing?" Charmaine gasped.
He moved closer, pressing light butterfly kisses against he neck. She felt so good against him, and he loved the way she arched into his touch and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body closer to his.
He almost didn't respond to her question, but when she gasped his name and repeated her words, he pulled back, breathing harshly. Her skin was just as smooth as ever and he was dangerously close to being lost in her. His eyes met her dilated ones, and it took every bit of self-control he had not to devour her on the spot. Instead, he let the back of his hand caress the side of her face as he stared into her eyes.
"This is a proper greeting, not the sanitized one you gave me earlier," he murmured.
"Proper greeting? Sanitized?" Charmaine choked out, her body slightly arching away from his embrace and arms loosening from around his neck.
"Yes, did you really think a simple 'hi' would be enough for me?" he asked.
"I thought saying hi after not seeing each other for years was an acceptable greeting. What did you expect?" she asked, head tilted to the side, body still leaning slightly away in his embrace.
"A hug to start off," Malcolm murmured, drawing her back to his body as he focused his attention on nuzzling her neck.
"Well, you're taking a lot more than a hug now," she said, shivering.
He smiled against her neck and closed both eyes, squeezing her body a bit more tightly to his.
NYORA RENÉ has always been an avid reader. She discovered a whole new world full of possibilities when she developed a love of reading. Nyora's favorite books involve handsome, alpha male heroes, and beautiful strong heroines. When Nyora decided to follow her passion and write books, romance was the natural choice. Her goal is to create wonderfully strong characters who are lovable and real, the kind of characters she would want to read about. Her debut novel, Love Rekindled, hit the scenes in 2016 and was an Amazon bestseller. In addition to writing and reading, Nyora loves to spend time with her family and friends; she also loves shopping and traveling. She hopes to one day visit all 50 states, and has already checked off half of them. If you still want more, check out her website or email her at nyorarene@gmail.com.
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"I need to use the restroom myself. I'll show you where it's located." Malcolm rose from his chair and pulled hers out. He knew from past experience that the restrooms were in a secluded corner of the restaurant and were easy to miss if you weren't paying attention.
As they walked toward the restrooms, Malcolm's hand grazed her lower back, close to the curve of her bottom. Charmaine's back stiffened for a moment before her body melted into his touch. Once out of sight of the other diners, Malcolm let his hand drift to her bottom and squeezed. Still as juicy and firm as he remembered.
Charmaine's low moan reached his ears and she stopped in the middle of the secluded hallways. Standing behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, he ground his erection against her derriere, both of them gasping at the friction.
Malcolm guided Charmaine by the hips, steering them toward the alcove tucked past the restrooms. On his first visit to this restaurant, he had come by the alcove by accident while looking for the men's room. He leaned down and nuzzled the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent, before placing a soft kiss there. When she moaned, he grinned and licked a path from beneath her ear to the curve of her neck. Once they got to the alcove he spun her around, plastered his front on hers, and braced her back against the wall.
Looking down into her dark brown almond-shaped eyes, all of those feelings hit him. Not just the lust-- although that was still his predominant thought-- but all the small things that he used to love about her. Like her inability to hide her emotions from him and how she reacted to his touch.
"Mal. . .mmm. . . Malcolm, what are we. . . what are we doing?" Charmaine gasped.
He moved closer, pressing light butterfly kisses against he neck. She felt so good against him, and he loved the way she arched into his touch and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body closer to his.
He almost didn't respond to her question, but when she gasped his name and repeated her words, he pulled back, breathing harshly. Her skin was just as smooth as ever and he was dangerously close to being lost in her. His eyes met her dilated ones, and it took every bit of self-control he had not to devour her on the spot. Instead, he let the back of his hand caress the side of her face as he stared into her eyes.
"This is a proper greeting, not the sanitized one you gave me earlier," he murmured.
"Proper greeting? Sanitized?" Charmaine choked out, her body slightly arching away from his embrace and arms loosening from around his neck.
"Yes, did you really think a simple 'hi' would be enough for me?" he asked.
"I thought saying hi after not seeing each other for years was an acceptable greeting. What did you expect?" she asked, head tilted to the side, body still leaning slightly away in his embrace.
"A hug to start off," Malcolm murmured, drawing her back to his body as he focused his attention on nuzzling her neck.
"Well, you're taking a lot more than a hug now," she said, shivering.
He smiled against her neck and closed both eyes, squeezing her body a bit more tightly to his.
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