Bachelor Not For Sale

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Well, he might be for sale if he wasn’t Duron Knight. If you love sexy romance novels, feel free to check out this excerpt from my first novel, “Bachelor Not For Sale”. This is book 1 of the Bachelor Series and still my favorite!

After sitting through his last briefing of the day with his partners and one of their new clients, Duron couldn’t get his mind off of the woman who occupied his thoughts day and night.  It was still pretty early in the day and he didn’t have anything else that was a priority as he felt a pull to see Taija.  He knew she was busy at the office and he hoped she wouldn’t mind his stopping by.  He knew from the many conversations they’d had about her transition to the job in Atlanta, that she had been under a lot of stress lately.  She was enjoying the job, but it was a lot more challenging than her previous one. 

He left his office and took the short drive to her office.  

“I’m here to see Taija Charles,” he said to the guard in the lobby of her office building as soon as he arrived.

“Sure, sir. Take the elevators to your left to the eighth floor. The receptionist on that floor will show you to her office.”

Duron thanked him and added a little more pep in his step as he made his way to the elevator that would take him to Taija. 

When he reached the receptionist, who alerted Taija to his presence, he was escorted to her office where she sat behind her desk, finishing up a phone call.  He liked that she smiled brightly when she saw him enter.  When she completed her call, she got up and came around to greet him with the kind of kiss that he had come to enjoy.  He also noticed that she was in her workout gear, not work attire.

“Is today dress down day at work or something?” he asked.

Taija looked down at herself, noticing she still had on gym clothes.  She’d had a free morning and due to much stress at work, she’d decided to work out at the gym on the lower level of her office building.  When she returned to her office, she’d spent time returning phone calls and had yet to go into the adjourning bathroom in her office to shower and change back into her work clothes.

“I went to work out this morning after a stressful meeting and haven’t showered and changed yet.  I was just about to when you arrived.  So what brings you by today?”

Duron pulled her closer to him loving the feeling of having her in his arms.

“I wanted to see you and to also see if you wanted to partake in an afternoon delight of lunch with me.”

Taija loved how spontaneous Duron could be and she noticed a hint of a little something extra in the way he said lunch.  Her body tingled thinking of the possibilities those words and the new smirk on his face could mean.  Over the past several weeks that they had been seeing one another, she had experienced his spontaneity on more than a few occasions and the outcome had always been more than she could ever have imagined.  She decided to play it cool and not be too eager to show him how much she wanted to do lunch with him and little something more. She gathered herself before responding.

“Of course.  Lunch would be wonderful.  Let me get out of these sweaty clothes, grab a shower and I’ll be ready to go.”

Duron watched the sway of Taija’s hips as she made her way to her adjourning shower.  His thoughts turned back to one morning a few weeks back when he entered his bedroom and Taija had been in the shower.  He wanted to join her then, but she had just turned off the water and gotten out.  The sight of her always turned him on and seeing her today was like seeing her for the first time.  His body’s response to her was instantaneous.  He wasn’t sure if Taija noticed how his body hardened the moment she came into his arms, but he knew of only one way to quench his body’s thirst for her.

He heard her turn on the shower and wondered how adventurous he could get her to be.  Without hesitating or second guessing his constant desire for her, he walked over to her office door, told her secretary that Taija asked if she could hold all of her calls.  When her secretary smiled at him, knowing his intent, she acknowledged as he closed and locked the door.  He wanted Taija bad and he wanted her now.  He began taking off his own clothes as he headed for the bathroom shower to join her. 

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Happy, Sexy reading 🙂

Cheryl

I Want More

Down,_But_Not_Out_Cover_for_NookMy name is Karina and for now I’ll leave my last name a mystery just in case someone who knows me is reading this. I’m a young mother of two of the best kids in the world. How did I end of being blessed enough to be a mother to two such wonderful kids. I haven’t lived a life deserving of such an honor. I’ve done some terrible things and I have justified doing them by convincing myself that I didn’t know any better, but deep down I did. Sometimes I watch my kids sleep and I wonder if they deserve a different mother, someone better than me who can give them much more that I can. They are the only reason I wake up each day still in this trap, struggling to find my way out.

My plight started back in high school when I fell for the hottest boy in school. That led to a teenage pregnancy, his dreams of a career in professional sports flushed down the drain and my lack of self-esteem and self-respect. How could things have gone so wrong? I could blame it on my upbringing because my mother didn’t work hard enough to keep us from staying in the hood where all I ever learned to do was survive by taking advantage of others. I could blame it on the friends I had who never wanted anything for themselves so I followed the crowd instead of becoming a leader. Perhaps I could blame it on the system that keeps us down by giving us the bare minimum to survive, but not enough to get out of the downward spiral that is living in the hood. Who or what is the blame? Perhaps it’s me? Perhaps it’s the father of my children who I couldn’t seem to break away from even when I knew he was doing things that would either land him in jail or the grave. Perhaps I’m just someone who doesn’t deserve anything more than what I have.

There are many like me who wonder whether or not the hand we have been dealt is the only hand available to us. We all, at one time or another, have encountered others who were able to get out and now live in big houses, driving fancy cars and have careers and not just jobs. How did they make it yet I’m still here? I’m young, I have two children, I don’t work and though a high school education was free, I turned my back on that and figured, I’m fine, I’m sexy so some guy with lots of money will want me and once I give myself to him, he give me the world because after all, the only way I know to survive is to use what I have to get what I want. What does someone like me have? Only what I see in the mirror so that means I have to keep it tight and right and make sure it’s the first thing everyone notices about me. Should I care that all they’ll want is my body? I should, but I don’t because that’s just the hood where I came from and that’s all I know.

I’m going to take another look at my children while they are sleeping and I’ll dream of a better life for them even if I can’t have it. A dream, is a dream is a dream and that’s all some of us have to live on. There’s no prince charming who will come and rescue me from this life because they don’t want to come to the village and get themselves a slave girl living life on a wing and a prayer when they can have a queen who brings as much to the table as they do and not just what’s between her legs.

As I once again look at my beautiful children sleeping, I realize I have my motivation to do better and be better right before my eyes. They deserve me just as much as I deserve them and we all deserve so much more. I stand up straight, hold my head up high and decide at this very moment that I may be down, but I don’t want the world to count me out because I want, need and deserve to have it all and I’m going to get it. I’m going to put one foot in front of the other and walk my way into my new destiny and that starts with loving myself enough to know that I can get out because I’m better than my situation. Being down, but not out is who Karina will be.

Come read more of my story in Down, But Not Out: Breaking Chains. I am no longer my situation. I’m Karina Joseph and I’m breaking out of here!!

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