All Categories

  • All Categories
  • New Releases
  • Previous Releases
  • Coming Soon
  • Editor's Choice
  • Bundles
  • Collections
  • 2017 Mile High City collection
  • Anthology
  • Divorced Divas
  • Holiday Countdown
  • Holiday Countdown 2016
  • Holiday Countdown 2017
  • Holiday Countdown 2018
  • Noted
  • Scorched Souls
  • Summer Shorts 2017
  • Summer Shorts 2018
  • Twelve Days of Christmas 2019
  • Twelve Days of Christmas 2020
  • Valentine's On Venus
  • Mainstream Fiction
  • Contemporary
  • Erotica
  • Fantasy
  • Historical
  • Horror
  • Mystery and Suspense
  • Paranormal
  • Science Fiction
  • Romance
  • Contemporary Romance
  • Erotic Romance
  • Fantasy Romance
  • Historical Romance
  • LGBTQIA+ Romance
  • Paranormal Romance
  • Romantic Suspense and Mystery
  • Science Fiction Romance
  • Young Adult
  • (YA) Contemporary
  • (YA) Historical
  • (YA) Mystery and Suspense
  • (YA) Paranormal and Urban Fantasy
  • (YA) Romance
  • (YA) Science Fiction and Fantasy
  • Juvenile
  • Foreign Languages
  • Italian
  • Spanish
Advance Search

Black Horizons

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Felicia Cummings

ISBN :978-1-55410-181-8

Page :123

Word Count :30750

Publication Date :2010-09-10

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Black Horizons (pdf) , Black Horizons (prc) , Black Horizons (epub) , Black Horizons (mobi)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Erotic Romance

  • Product Code: 978-1-55410-181-8

They say forbidden fruit has the sweetest juice that tantalizes your tongue like no other--just ask Eve.

They say forbidden fruit has the sweetest juice that tantalizes your tongue like no other--just ask Eve. The same rang true for Bobby Powell, a young egotistical aspiring lawyer who lived his life running from one woman's bed to another. He had never met a woman who refused his seductive advances, until her blue eyes skimmed their way across the dark horizons of his battered soul. From the moment he met Cassandra Ryan, he knew she wouldn't end up being one night of erotic foreplay that he had experienced with so many; instead, he found something real with Cassandra, unfortunately something stood in his way: her husband.

The torrid heat that burned between these two lovers was too real for either one of them to ignore, and Bobby was never a man to walk away from a challenge. It meant breaking all the rules of society that he could think of and steal this woman away, heart, body and soul. Away from a husband who didn't appreciate the sensual being that she was and away from the grayness of her existence. Others may call it obsession, but he'll prove to everyone, including Cassandra herself, that it's only love.

That night I had no candles lit or any seductive music playing. Yes, I wanted a romantic evening with the woman, but she was denying her feelings for me. If I had all that makeout shit going on when she got there, she would have run like a bat out of hell--if she even came. I might have seemed cocky when I was with her, but just between you and me, I was very unsure of her coming.

As I walked across the smooth, tiled floor with two wineglasses, my questions were laid to rest at the knocking of the door. Setting the glasses down on the end table, I opened the door, and there she was, looking like some black Russian princess. Her gray and white cashmere sweater hugged her upper torso, elevating her rounded breasts. And her white pants squeezed her thighs perfectly, begging for me to get between them. She seemed to have shrunk down into her skin, uneasy by my stare.

"I know this outfit looks stupid. My sister bought it for me. She says it's fashionable," she mumbled, peering down at the floor.

I placed my index finger under her chin and lifted her gaze up to mine.

"I don't know about fashionable, but it's very sexy on you," I replied, pulling her in for a kiss, but as always, her moralistic flaw forced her to withdraw from my invitation.

She walked gracefully around the apartment, her cat-like eyes surveying the surroundings.

"Where's the soft music and the candlelight, Powell?" she asked, surprisingly. Grabbing the wineglasses, I stared at her and put on my serious lawyer façade.

"Why would I have all of that?"

"Isn't this another attempt to get me into bed?"

"No. You wish. Like I said, celebration dinner. Man, Cassy, and I have the ego?" I handed her one of the wineglasses.

Reverse psychology is always a useful tool. If I couldn't seduce her, I'd make her believe she was seducing me.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Bobby."

I brought in the glass of wine and set it down on the table.

"I'm not a one-dimensional soap opera character, Cassy."

Guilt is also a good weapon. I pulled the chair out for her, and as she looked at me like a wounded animal, I compared it to the lustful look I received when we first met.

"Bobby, I'm really sorry. I tend to be too judgmental at times. Can I make up for my insincere attitude?" She approached me and placed her hand on my shoulder, massaging it in a comforting motion.

A grin creased across the corners of my mouth.

"A kiss would be nice."

Hey, I hope you didn't expect me to go the entire night without flirting.

To my surprise, she drew close to me and grabbed onto my arm. Then she pulled me down to her lips, but, alas, it was a simple peck on the cheek.

"How's that?"

"Not what I had in mind, but it'll do for now."

As I sat across from her, many questions bounced around in my head. Had she ever thought about me? Was I on her mind 24/7, the way she was on mine? If she wanted to resist me so damn badly, then why did she come in the first place? I took a chance on my last thought and decided to give in life in our conversation.

"Why'd you come?" I inquired, swallowing a big mouthful of pasta. Her sleek black brows arched as she sat her glass of wine down on the table.

"Not for the reason you're thinking. Tom is at the police station, Claudia is spending the weekend with her best friend, and Clint is over at his uncle's. Just was bored, really." she replied.

Personally, I didn't believe her answer. How could all those activities be happening at once?

"What a coincidence. Seems like fate wanted you to come here." The long, cylindrical piece of pasta flipped between her maroon velvet lips as she winked at me.

"You don't believe me, do you?" I picked up my napkin and wiped the remaining marinara sauce from the corner of my mouth.

"Did I say that?"

"No, but…"

"So you're a mind reader now, huh?" She paused and stared at me mischievously from the rim of the wine glass.

"You know what, Bobby? I don't think I want to read your mind. It might scare me," she teased as she crunched on the crisp leaves of her salad.

I picked up the fork and dug the silver prongs into the mass of lettuce and dressing across her plate.

"If you could read my mind, you'd be blushing all day, my dear Cassy. Trust me on that one." She opened her mouth wide and I slipped the fork inside, imagining my tongue there instead.

Write a review

Note: HTML is not translated!
    Bad           Good

Related Products

Tags: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Interracial