Title: UNLAWFUL DESIRES
Author: Pamela Samuels Young
Publisher: Goldman House Publishing
Pages: 198
Genre: Erotic Romance
Sparks fly when a handsome lawyer falls hard for a smart, seductive woman who thinks like a man and acts like one too.
Sharla Ratliff is done with having her heart broken. Her new dating rules are simple. No emotion. No expectation of commitment. Sex purely for her own physical enjoyment. Then she meets Marcel Dennard. The attractive lawyer has all the trappings of success: a thriving career, women at his beck and call, and enough money in the bank for the finer things in life.
Their lust for each other doesn’t just create sparks, it sets off explosions. The sexual attraction between them is so passionately erotic they behave in ways that can only be called reckless. After a shocking series of events place both of their careers in jeopardy, can they restrain their sexual desires long enough to keep everything they’ve worked for from going up in smoke?
Sharla Ratliff is done with having her heart broken. Her new dating rules are simple. No emotion. No expectation of commitment. Sex purely for her own physical enjoyment. Then she meets Marcel Dennard. The attractive lawyer has all the trappings of success: a thriving career, women at his beck and call, and enough money in the bank for the finer things in life.
Their lust for each other doesn’t just create sparks, it sets off explosions. The sexual attraction between them is so passionately erotic they behave in ways that can only be called reckless. After a shocking series of events place both of their careers in jeopardy, can they restrain their sexual desires long enough to keep everything they’ve worked for from going up in smoke?
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First Chapter
Sharla
Sharla Ratliff finally figured it
out. The key to protecting her heart turned out to be rather simple: think like
a man and act like one too.
All that Steve Harvey crap about
not giving up the cookies hadn’t worked out for her. Her last serious boyfriend
wasted three years of her life. Five months after dumping her, Paul the Prick
married some skank he met at the Starbucks on La Cienega and Centinela.
Every guy after him heaped on more
hurt, though in much smaller doses. Sharla blamed her dating disconnections on
the overabundance of phony, self-centered, knuckleheads in L.A.
After taking herself off the market for an entire year, she was now ready to
dip her baby toe back into the dating pool.
At 34, she was determined not to
repeat the mistakes of her past. Her new dating rules were simple. No emotion.
No expectation of commitment. Sex purely for her own physical pleasure. Guys
enjoyed sex for what it was without hopeful thoughts of a relationship or even
a call the next day. So would she.
And in just a matter of minutes,
Sharla planned to put herself to the test with the man sitting inches away from
her.
As Derrick steered his Escalade
into her driveway, she leaned over and started massaging the bulge in his lap.
“Girl, you’re something
else.” Derrick’s hand instantly tightened around the steering wheel. “I can’t
wait to get with you.”
Sharla winked. “Good things
come to those who wait.”
Derrick’s hazel eyes pinned her
with a look so hypnotically lustful Sharla had to bite her lip to choke back a
whimper. His titillating gaze would’ve melted the old Sharla right out of her
red lace panties. Thank goodness that girl no longer existed.
“I like kickin’ it with you,
Sharla.” Derrick’s voice had a raspy smoothness to it.
“Is that right?” She daintily
cocked her head to the right. “Tell me more.”
“All through dinner I kept telling
myself how lucky I was to even be in your presence. You’re beautiful. You’re
smart as hell. You’re only nine years out of law school and you’re already at
the top of your game. You’re every man’s dream.”
Sharla turned to peer out of the
passenger window so Derrick wouldn’t see her eyes cross in skepticism.
“I bet you say that to every woman
you date,” she teased.
Derrick’s strong fingers squeezed
her thigh, just above the knee. “No way. I’ve never met a woman like you
before. I swear.”
Normally, Sharla would’ve swatted
away a hand landing that close to her goody bag on only the second date. But
tonight, New Sharla was in charge.
Not that Sharla discounted
everything coming from Derrick’s lips. She was pretty darn amazing. At
five-eight, her body was tight and toned from years of competitive-level
tennis. She dressed with the flair of a fashion model and enjoyed showing off
legs even Beyoncé would envy. Her annual income topped six-figures, she owned
her own home, and already had enough cash in her 401K to dump her day job if
the desire ever arose. But the legal profession was a big part of her identity.
She wouldn’t be giving that up anytime soon.
Derrick cut off the car, then
leaned over and pressed lips as soft and sweet as a glazed donut against hers.
The man deserved an A-plus in the lip-locking department.
“Let’s go inside.” He threw open
the door and jogged around to help her out of his SUV.
Sharla’s feet had barely grazed
the ground before Derrick curled his arms around her body like an over-anxious
octopus. The firm tube jutting from his mid-section pushed against her stomach.
They kissed long and slow
for several minutes before Derrick pulled away. “We better get inside or your
neighbors are going to witness an X-rated show.”
Sharla giggled as he took her
hand. When they reached the front door, she handed him her keys. It was
important to allow Derrick to be in control. Or at least think he was.
Her best friend Reese didn’t
believe she would be able to go through with this. Sharla wasn’t that
kind of girl. She hungered for true love and longed to find her soul mate. But
that hadn’t worked out. It was time to try something new.
So here she was about to get laid
with no expectations whatsoever. If she never saw Derrick again, so what? At
least she would have a night of fun under her belt.
Once they’d entered the house,
Derrick pulled her into his arms again. He was much thinner than she liked her
men. Although she found him attractive, he wasn’t her kind of
attractive. Sharla preferred thick, well-built guys with a manly, not manicured
style. Derrick was a pretty boy with light eyes, thin lips, and a shaved head.
For her first attempt at acting
like a man, Sharla had intentionally selected a guy she wasn’t physically wild
about. That, she assumed, would help keep her emotions in check.
“I
swear I’ve been dreaming about getting with you,” Derrick mumbled, brushing her
ear with those cottony-soft lips. “No female has ever got me this horny
before.”
Probably because your cute
behind never had to wait two weeks to get some.
Sharla made the bold move of
calling Derrick the day before and inviting him to spend the night at her
place. The man had become so tongue-tied with excitement he could barely form
the words to accept her invitation.
Taking Derrick’s hand, Sharla led
him down the hallway toward her bedroom. She turned on the crystal lamp on the
nightstand and a soft, blue haze bathed the room with a sexy, nightclub
ambiance.
Standing on her tiptoes, Sharla
whispered into his ear. “Tell me what turns you on. I want to give it to you
exactly the way you like it.”
“Damn, baby,” Derrick panted.
“Everything. Everything turns me on.”
Sharla set him down at the foot of
the bed, then stepped back and did a slow strip tease, sliding the spaghetti
straps of her black dress off her shoulders and down her smooth arms. Once her
dress, bra and matching red panties lay in a puddle on the floor, she stood
with her hands on her hips, allowing Derrick to admire her nakedness.
No matter what her other issues
were, body image wasn’t one of them. Her D cups stood as erect as twin
doorknobs, hovering over a waist so tiny Derrick could encircle it with both
hands. Her proudest attributes, her legs, were as long and sturdy as a prize
stallion’s.
“I can’t believe I’m about to get
with you,” Derrick muttered as he unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants.
Still sitting, he ripped open a condom. His hands moved so fast he had trouble
unrolling it and barely got it on.
What? No foreplay?
After a year of celibacy, Sharla
deserved a lover with some sensitivity, not to mention skills. He hadn’t even
had the decency to ask what she liked. Did he even care about her feelings?
Old Sharla was trying to
resurface, but New Sharla fought her off.
Just do it. For once in your
life, experience an orgasm with no expectation of anything except fun.
New Sharla was right. She should
just go for it. She was about to get busy with a man for whom she felt no
emotional connection whatsoever. And that was progress.
Or was it?
Derrick gazed up at her, his
tongue wagging like a thirsty German Shepherd. “C’mon, baby. Big Daddy is
ready. Bring it on.”
She closed her eyes and tried to
psyche herself up just as Old Sharla popped back into her subconscious. Shame
on you! You’re acting like a slut.
It wasn’t a good sign that her
gift box was as dry as the Sahara Desert.
“C’mere, girl.” Derrick licked his
lips as he reached out for her. “I’ve been dying for some of this.”
The second his fingers
grazed her waist, Sharla pushed his hands away and took a giant step backward,
out of his reach.
“Um, I—I changed my mind,” she
blurted out.
Snatching her dress from the
floor, she covered her nakedness with a curtain of regret.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t do this!”
Sassy Sinclair, AKA Pamela Samuels Young, is an attorney and award-winning author of multiple legal thrillers. Unlawful Desires is her first foray into the erotic romantic suspense genre. Her mystery Anybody’s Daughter
won the NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Fiction and was a Top Ten
pick by In the Margins, the best books for at-risk teens. Her novels #Anybody’s Daughter and #Abuse of Discretion
are young adult adaptations of two of her most popular adult mysteries.
Prior to embarking on a full-time writing career, Pamela was an
associate at O’Melveny & Myers, LLP and Managing Counsel for Labor
and Employment Law at Toyota. A former journalist, she also worked as a
television news writer and associate producer for WXYZ-TV in Detroit and
KCBS-TV in Los Angeles. Pamela received her bachelor’s degree from USC
and earned graduate degrees from Northwestern University and UC Berkeley
School of Law. A natural hair enthusiast, Pamela wrote Kinky Coily: A Natural Hair Resource Guide to
educate women about the true beauty of their kinky coils. The Compton
native is a frequent speaker on the topics of child sex trafficking,
teen sexting, self-empowerment, independent publishing and fiction
writing.
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