HOT LATIN MEN: VOLUME I
by Delaney Diamond
FIGHT FOR LOVE: A former pro wrestler fights to hold onto the woman he lost, but still loves, and the son he never knew existed. Science teacher Rebekah Jamison lives a quiet life in the suburbs of Atlanta. Devastated by a tabloid scandal nine years ago, she ended her marriage to the man her parents never approved of. Rafael Lopez, former professional wrestler and “Sexiest Athlete Alive,” regrets the lapse in judgment that caused him to lose his wife. He shows up unannounced one day with some startling news, but he gets a surprise of his own. He finds out he’s a father. To get to know his son, he whisks him and Rebekah off to his home in the Hollywood Hills for the summer.
PRIVATE ACTS: This story contains a chef whose sassy mouth and swaying hips catch the eye of a sexy Latin artist determined to tame her. Miguel Delgado fell hard the first time he saw a beautiful woman on stage during a karaoke competition at a bar in Ecuador. Interested in a short, casual affair, he turns on the charm. But she won’t give him the time of day. Samirah Jamison has met her match—in the form of a tall, hard-bodied sculptor who won’t leave her alone. She’s not running scared. She’s just trying to keep a level head and stay out of trouble for once. But it’s really, really hard to be good…when you’re used to being bad.
Excerpt from Private Acts
Samirah snatched her arm out of his grasp. “I’m not staying here another minute, and I mean it. I’m not letting you or anyone else insult me. I’m not a slut, and I’m not a whore.”
The tremor in her voice rocked him. “I never called you any of those things.”
“No, but you think it. That’s why you think I’ll have sex with you, but I won’t.” She cursed and bent down to slip off a shoe.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” she hissed. Off came the other one, and she lost four inches. “My feet are killing me in these horrible shoes, and I knew good and well I shouldn’t have bought them in the first place.”
“If you knew you shouldn’t have bought them,” Miguel said, “why did you?”
“Because they went with the dress.”
“Why do you women do such things to yourselves?”
“Because of you men!”
Miguel couldn’t believe he was standing outside, arguing about shoes, when he couldn’t care less about them. He pinched the bridge of his nose, indecisive about whether he should kiss her or throttle her.
It was because of the sassy way she’d put her hand on her hip to give him a piece of her mind, the pout of those full lips, and the way the lights flicked across her skin, inviting him to touch. Each movement called out to him.
“Trust me,” he said, enunciating each word. “Most men don’t care about what you have on your feet.” At least they didn’t when a woman was on her back under him. “Now put your shoes on and get back inside, and I’ll escort you home when the event is over.”
Oh, she didn’t like that. Her eyes changed color, spitting fire at him. The hand holding the shoes went back to her hip. “Or what? What are you going to do? Nothing.”
She turned away and said something in another language. He didn’t know what she said, but he was fairly certain whatever it was, she said it in French. She cursed at him. If he’d even doubted it for a minute, her next act confirmed his thought.
When her foot connected with the bottom step, she lifted her hand and stuck her middle finger in the air. She held her hand upright for a long time and added extra energy to her walk. Daring him to do something.
His eyes narrowed as he watched her walk away—in the red dress he helped pick out. A dress which fit like a second layer of skin on her ripe body. Her perfectly shaped butt cheeks moved up and down beneath the stretchy fabric, her hips rolling as she let them sway side to side like the pendulum on a clock.
His blood boiled as she purposely taunted him, daring him to make a move, like she had that night at Seth’s Bar.
Baiting him.
His control snapped like a twig under foot. Her petulant anger shouldn’t turn him on, but it did. He wanted to claim her, put his stamp on her.
What are you going to do? Nothing.
Miguel started down the steps.
It was time Samirah Jamison learned a lesson. And he was just the man to teach it to her.
( Story Continues... )
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Delaney Diamond was born and raised in the U.S. Virgin Islands and currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia. She writes sweet and sensual romance novels with African-American and interracial characters. As a diehard foodie, when her head's not buried in a book, she's in the kitchen trying out new recipes or dining at her favorite restaurants with friends. To learn more about her and her new releases, visit her website and Facebook fan page.
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