Title: UNLAWFUL DESIRES
Author: Sassy Sinclair
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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Excerpt:
Marcel
“But I don’t
understand. You said you loved me!”
Marcel stood in the
doorway of his bedroom as Camille snatched clothes from his closet and tossed
them onto the bed.
He didn’t realize
she kept that much stuff at his house. They’d only been seeing each other for
five months and had never lived together. Once he got her out of his crib, he
wasn’t letting another woman leave a bubblegum wrapper at his house, much less
a toothbrush.
“Don’t just stand
there,” Camille cried. “Say something!”
Since he couldn’t
tell her what he was really thinking—that he couldn’t wait for her ass to
leave—Marcel thought it was best to keep his mouth shut. Yeah, he’d told her he
loved her. More than once, in fact. But only in response to her saying it first
and usually about three seconds before he came. Never once had he initiated the
phrase or uttered the words while fully clothed. That should’ve been a clue.
“You’re upset,”
he said, backing out of the room. “I’ll wait in the den until you finish
packing up.”
As Marcel turned
to leave, Camille hurled a bottle of deodorant across the room. It nicked him
on the shoulder.
“Hey!” He rubbed
the sore spot. “Was that really necessary?”
“You used me!”
Marcel almost
laughed out loud. He’d taken her to Paris,
bought her designer purses and treated her to the finest restaurants in L.A.
He even paid off one of her credit cards. And she was being used? Go
figure.
“I told you from
the start, I didn’t want a commitment. We had a good time while it lasted.”
“But I don’t
understand what happened,” she sniveled.
He did. The same
thing that always happened. He got bored. All relationships were great in the
beginning. Unfortunately, he had an addiction to pussy. New pussy in
particular. But new pussy can’t stay new forever.
Marcel glanced at
his watch. He wanted Camille and her drama to disappear before the Clippers’
game came on.
As he
headed into the den, he knew he only had himself to blame. He had let his guard
down with Camille. The minute she started texting him ten times a day and
trying to track his every move, he should’ve called it quits. But the girl worked
wonders between the sheets and that did have its value. And those legs of hers.
He loved doing her standing up with her back against the wall, her long brown
legs clamped tightly around his waist. Even now, he got excited just thinking
about it. Too bad she’d gotten so clingy.
Marcel picked up
the remote and switched on the TV. It took another thirty minutes before
Camille trudged down the hallway dragging two military-size duffle bags behind
her.
When in the
hell did you sneak in all this shit? And why didn’t I notice?
Camille wasn’t
crying anymore, which he considered a good sign.
“I’m sorry I got
so upset,” she said. “You were right. You did tell me you didn’t want a
commitment. I should’ve listened.”
Marcel didn’t
respond. Her apology was probably a trick. He feared saying something that
might set her off again. His goal was to get her ass on the other side of his
front door and lock the dead bolt. At least he’d been smart enough not to give
in to her pleas for a key. If he had, he would’ve had to change all the locks.
“Do you need help
with your bags?” he asked.
Camille nodded.
Marcel took the
bags from her, surprised at how heavy they were. They had to weigh close to
fifty pounds apiece. When they got to the front door, he waited for her to open
it.
Instead of
reaching for the doorknob, Camille just stood there.
Now what?
"Can you get
the door?" Marcel asked.
She turned around
to face him. “Despite everything that happened, I really enjoyed being with
you. You’re a great guy.”
“Back at you. Now
open the door.”
Camille
clasped her hands in front of her and spoke in an annoying little girl’s voice.
“Don’t I even get a hug goodbye?”
Here we go. Women
were so transparent.
Marcel let the
bags fall to the floor with a thud and pulled her into his arms for a quick
hug. Damn, she smelled good. Felt good too.
When he tried to
pull away, Camille moved in closer, snuggling her face into the crook of his
neck. Then she licked his earlobe, which she knew drove him wild. He instantly
grew rigid.
Damn.
Camille grinded
against his erection. “Uh-oh.” She grinned up at him. “Something tells me you
don’t want me to leave.”
Women made the
mistake of equating sex with love. Just because his dick wanted her to stay,
didn’t mean he did.
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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