Lunchtime Chronicles

Receiving a mysterious black card from a stranger to a place called "The Market" should have been my first clue. How was I supposed to know that this market was as nontraditional as the items they put on display? It was her voice that drew my attention, and eavesdropping on her personal conversation had dragged me deeper into her life. Since I had invited myself into her world, it was only fair that I extended her an invitation into mine.

Garrison Daniels is on the run. After his failed attempt to murder his brother and overthrow his father as boss of The Enterprise Faction, his days are numbered. So, why was he in a mansion filled to the brim with his father’s deadliest associates? One word: Malina.

Amanda says we’re enemies—I call bull. My mind is a bit tangled after my fall, but my gut tells me this woman is mine. Granted, I’ve forgotten some insignificant shit, like my name, but I’m certain of two things. She wants to get naughty with me, and I have the equipment to give her a very merry sleigh ride.

Gryphon Long was the forbidden fruit that I just couldn’t resist. His brooding demeanor had me panting after him despite my friends’ shallow warnings to stay away. If not for the interventions of friends and family, we could have been a power couple. Instead we went our separate ways without even as much as a hookup. Who knew it could be so hard to fall for a guy? Ten years, later we have a second chance to be together.

Renata: My sweet personality is one of my best attributes. At least, that's what I thought until my friends staged an intervention on my behalf and demanded I attend racial sensitivity training. What? The suggestion filled me with special, individually wrapped curse words for each of them, until I met Rook.

Meeting Rebel Kane on the set of Hoop World Magazine’s Nekked photo shoot was a dream come true. Hooking up with her in the dressing room was unbelievable. But when she became co-owner of the pro basketball team that I coach, I was caught with my pants down. Being the MVP of the WPBL was an honor. So when I was asked to pose nude for the most popular sports magazine, I jumped at the chance to show my athletic body. Meeting Ansel O’Shearon was the icing on the cake. Every straight woman in the league has fantasized about him and that sexy beard. I was fortunate enough to ride it.

With a face chiseled in arrogance, Antonio Emmanuel Rivas pushes all my buttons. The younger artist acts like my gallery, and everything in it, belongs to him. Including me. Secretly, I crave Antonio's dominating hands all over my body like I'm one of his signature pieces. But he's a tyrant. A monster. Trouble. He's dangerous for my business and heart. While the beast chases me relentlessly, I wonder if the man I should hate is also the man my soul can't live without.