Launch Party Sunday, March 8, 2009
At 9:00 PM EST
Coffee Time Romance & More Chat Room
Gift for each guest!
Plus Mahogary will be giving away a free copy of her book EBONY ENCOUNTERS: A TRILOGY OF EROTIC TALES along with a key chain and ink pen with her logo.
C’est impossible!
“What’s impossible?” Dominique asked hearing him as if he’d spoken it aloud.
“You are not dead!” he exclaimed.
But she was, for all intents and purposes, changed.
Dominique felt strange, that’s for sure. Even more than she had before she drank his blood. Its like she’d awakened from a deep sleep. Her senses were heightened, hearing, smell, taste. She felt an odd sensation in her mouth as her canine teeth elongated, becoming fangs.
From THE UNEXPECTED MENTOR:
“Oh, um thanks Ms. Henderson, I’m Kyle Boyer,” he extended his hand to her.
Noticing the beads of sweat on his forehead, she smiled, “thank you Kyle, I trust you won’t disappoint me or prove me wrong in hiring you. Oh and, welcome to Henderson Parkes.”
She sashayed back to her office, turning to look at him once more as she opened her door and stepped in.
Kyle took a deep breath and blew it out hard, falling back against his desk. He’d never been so turned on before in his life. Her navy blue skirt hugged her body, especially her round butt that reminded him of a fully ripe Bosc pear, luscious brown, sublimely sweet with a hint of spice . Her crisp white blouse covering, but not concealing her large bosom. Her skin, those eyes, that pierced right thru him, made him weak. He’d never really been around many black women in his life but this one sure peaked his interest."
From CHOCOLATE TRUFFLE:
"Jacques’ temper flared, how dare she challenge him in his own kitchen!
“This is my restaurant! You will do what I say, my way! I am the chef!” he roared at her pointing his finger in her face then, immediately turning his back on her and walking away.
Oh no he didn’t!
Jacques gasped at the coldness of the mousse as it ran down his neck inside of his chef jacket. Pausing briefly out of shock and disbelief, he pivoted and turned to stare at Gabrielle. The look on his face was indignant, he was hyperventilating like Mo of the Three Stooges after being pied in the face by Curly or Larry.
Gabrielle burst out in hysterical laughter. The anger and frustration easing.
“What is so funny?” he raged.
“Your face is as red as the raspberry glaze,” she giggled.
“Oh this raspberry glaze?” he shot back as he flung a handful at her
Laughing face. The glaze landed on her hair as she was bending over in mid laugh.
“My hair!” she shrieked, “oh you did it now!”
“What? You can just wash it out,” he laughed feeling his body relax.
Gabrielle stormed right up to Jacques looking him square in the face, her golden eyes flashing, holding a bowl of freshly whipped cream.
She was so close, within kissing distance that Jacques swallowed hard, finding himself unable to move with tension building in his lower body."
Gabrielle’s reaction was immediate as she picked up the portioning spoon with a heaping amount of mousse and flung it accurately at the base of his neck.
She laughed ignoring his out stretched hand, “well I should hope so, otherwise I’d have to call security for having a strange man rummaging thru my desks.”
He laughed nervously sliding his hand into his pocket as if he’d meant to do that in the first place.
He thought to himself."
"He squeezed a few drops of blood on her lips, she hesitantly licked the blood. It had a metallic taste, tingling her tongue. She opened her mouth for more. Toussaint helped her sit up as she held his wrist and drank.
She felt a cool and tingling sensation in her body. Her pulse quickened, her body became warm again as her heart came up to a steady beat. She opened her eyes, pupils dilated, almost eclipsing her beautiful green irises, to see her master, Henri Toussaint, mouth agape. He stared at her in amazement as she pulled away from after only a few moments.
