Colors of Love (19 page)

He handed her a sheet. “Read it.”

Kaz did.

To have it all you’ll need to wait

Until the day that seals your fate

While dreaming big may be your trait

Others may not share your faith.

When all is different then you’ll see

Just how strong your hearts can be

Though his love appears empty

She’ll change it all with colors plenty.

“Seth?” She looked at him, agog. “Your grandmother wrote this?”

He nodded. “Prophetic, huh?”

“Oh, my God. That’s insane.”

“She was right, sweet pea. You changed my life. And Luke’s. You used your colors to do that.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“No, it was our pleasure,” Seth corrected. “There’s something else I want you to have.” He handed her the second sheet of paper.

She glanced down at it. Another song. This one familiar to her. It was the first two verses of the song she’d helped Seth with. “It’s your song. The one you wrote about Luke.”

“Actually—” Seth grinned, “—it’s your song now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you see the title?”

Kaz shook her head.

“Well, look.”

She did, and there, on the top of the page, italicized and underlined was the name: “Kaz’s Song
”.

“You’re naming it after me?” she asked, breathless.

Luke grinned over Seth’s head. “Wait ’til you hear the name of the new album Seth’s working on.”

“You’re working on a new album?”

“On the lyrics. And these two songs—” Seth gestured to the sheets, “—are going to be the first two we release. I wanted you to have them. Both of them. Because they belong to you as much as they belong to us.”

Two songs, handwritten by Seth. Kaz knew exactly what she’d do with the pages. Frame them and hang them on the wall in her new shop. “Thank you, Seth, I’ll treasure them always.”

Seth stood and closed the door as Bernie climbed into the front, next to the chauffeur. The car started.

“Wait,” Kaz cried. She lowered the window and looked out at the two men standing on the footpath. “You never told me what you’re calling the album.”

Seth just grinned at her. It was Luke who answered. “The only thing we could possibly call an album after meeting you, sweet pea.
Colors of Love
.”

About the Author

Apart from her family and friends, Jess Dee loves two things: romance and food. Is it any wonder she specializes in dee-liciously sexy romance? Jess loves hearing from readers. You can email her at
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See You in My Dreams

© 2011 Jess Dee

Speed, Book 1

Sophie Butler is sure she’s about to lose her much-needed cleaning job. She’s not only walked in on a guest—a violation of her employer’s cardinal rule—but she can’t seem to tear her gaze away from his gorgeous, naked-as-the-day-he-was-born body.

If all that isn’t bad enough, her usually sensible judgment and behavior are clouded by a nagging sense of familiarity. She knows the man from somewhere, she just can’t quite place him.

Nathan Pace is certain he’s just lost his jealously guarded anonymity. But hold on…if she’s just another fan looking for a piece of his alter ego, rock star Jamie Speed, why is she blushing six shades of scarlet? And why is he instantly aroused? When he catches a glimpse of her eyes, he knows. She’s the woman who for ten years has haunted his dreams.

The attraction that flares between them is undeniable—and unstoppable. But getting close means risking Nathan’s secret identity. Just this once, he’d like a woman to fall for the real man, not the press’s version of a celebrity superstar.

Warning: This may be an erotic contemporary romance, but it does contain a hint of fantasy. And when that fantasy involves erotic dreams about a gorgeous rock star, you know you’re gonna want the fantasy to become reality…

Enjoy the following excerpt for
See You in My Dreams:

Nathan’s legs buckled beneath him. He collapsed into the heated water with a mighty splash.

It took several minutes for his erratic heartbeat to normalize. He’d gone from zero to a hundred and back in a matter of minutes, and he had not a drop of energy to spare. Sophie had utterly depleted his reserves.

Heart still pounding, he looked at her through the steam rising between them. She sat opposite him with a smug, satisfied grin. The ends of her wavy blonde hair trailed in the water, and her cheeks had turned pink from the raised water temperature. His initial assessment of her had been spot-on. She was absolutely beautiful.

“That was…” His voice came out all croaky, and he cleared his throat and tried again. “That was unbelievable.” Hands-down the best blowjob he’d ever received.

She smacked her lips together as though tasting something in her mouth.
Him
. “You liked it?” The mischievous grin was back.

“You have no idea.” The words sounded like sandpaper scraping against a wooden surface.

Sophie shivered.

“Are you cold?” he rasped. Her high, pert breasts floated in the water, the nipples puckered into hard beads.

Slowly she shook her head. “Not cold, no.” She closed her eyes and rested her head against the edge of the tub. “It’s your voice. God, Nathan. Just listening to you talk turns me on.”

Her answer caught him in the chest and his heart stumbled over a beat. “It does?”

“Whatever you say, I feel it on my skin. At the coffee shop, your words were like hot honey running down my neck.” Her breathing slowed. “Lying on the couch now? I asked questions just so I could hear you answer. If we hadn’t just had sex, I’d have been totally aroused. And now, after you’ve come…your voice sounds…feels like a million silky fingers roaming over my breasts and my stomach…and lower.” One of her hands hovered in the water, and she dragged her nails across her nipples and moaned. “Your voice feels like the first flutters of an orgasm.”

Nathan watched, speechless. For the life of him, he could not think of one single response. It wasn’t as if he’d never heard a compliment about his voice before. Hell, his entire career revolved around his vocals. It was the way Sophie said it. As if his voice alone could bring her sexual fulfillment.

She caressed her breasts without opening her eyes. “Talk to me, Nathan. Say something. Anything.”

Still he stared, dumbstruck. Watching her stroke herself was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

Her arm stilled. “Nathan?”

“No,” he objected. “Don’t stop. Let me watch you touch yourself.”

Sophie let out a small moan and pinched a nipple between two fingers.

Nathan swallowed. “Do you have any idea how much of a turn-on that is?”

“What?” Sophie whispered.

“You,” Nathan whispered back. “Pleasuring yourself to the sound of my voice.”

“Do you have any idea what a turn-on your voice is?” Sophie asked.

“Show me.” Nathan bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to touch her almost as much as he wanted to watch her. “Move your hand lower.”

Sophie froze.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Listen to me. Move your hand lower.”

Ever so slowly, Sophie complied. She dropped her hand from her breast to her stomach.

“Lower still.” Nathan stared through the water at the distorted image of her hand. “Run your fingers over your clit.”

Sophie shivered. Her shoulders tensed. Water rippled around her chest. He couldn’t see clearly through the steam, but the sharp hiss of air through her teeth told him she’d found what she sought.

“Now stroke it,” he told her. “Using just your finger, stroke it in tiny circles. Lightly. Don’t apply any pressure.”

Sophie’s lips parted slowly. “Mmmm.”

“Keep going. Keep rubbing it, sweetheart.”

“Keep speaking, Nathan,” she begged.

Anything. He’d do anything to ensure she didn’t stop. “You look so damn beautiful sitting there. I’ve already come twice, and I swear I’m getting hard again. It’s you, Sophie Rose. You bring out the beast in me.”

She whimpered.

“Press on your clit a little harder,” he said. “Move your finger a little faster.”

Again tiny ripples of water flowed around her.

“Imagine it’s my voice touching you.”

“It is,” she murmured. “Your voice is echoing right…through me. Right through…my pussy.”

Nathan bit back a groan. His balls tightened painfully. Fuck, he couldn’t handle another erection. Not this soon. “It’s not just my voice on your pussy,” he told her. “It’s my mouth too. I’m running my tongue over your clit. Licking your swollen flesh. I…I can’t wait to lick lower, to taste your juices as they spill out between your legs.”

The ripples turned to small waves as her arm moved frantically below the surface. “Nathan…oh, God…”

Fuck. So much for avoiding another erection. “Is it happening? Are you feeling the first flutters of orgasm?”

She let out a strangled gasp.

He was at half-mast and growing every minute. “Look at me, Sophie Rose. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

Sophie opened her eyes and stared at him wildly.

Yes. Exactly how he’d imagined them. Exactly how he’d seen them…in his dreams. “Let go now. Let the pleasure roll through you. Let it overcome you.” He waited a heartbeat and then whispered, “Come for me, Sophie Rose. Come to the sound of my voice.”

When the cameras stop rolling, the real scene begins .

Spice and Smoke

© 2012 Suleikha Snyder

To their adoring public, Avi Kumar and Trishna Chaudhury are Bollywood’s sweethearts. Behind closed doors, their open marriage lets them freely indulge in all manner of forbidden passions. The arrangement suits them both, but as they begin filming on the set of their new movie, the heat of new and rekindled flames singes the pages of what they thought would be a fresh script.

When costars Michael Gill and Harsh Mathur arrive on set, the sexual temperature goes up exponentially—at least for Trish. She can’t take her eyes of Harsh, for whom she’s carried a torch for years. Avi’s instant attraction to Michael, however, bounces off Michael’s solid wall of resistance.

Meanwhile, ex-boyfriends Vikram Malhotra and Sam Khanna, cast as fictional enemies, are finding it harder and harder to control the very real demons that once cost them the love of a lifetime.

Once the music starts, though, they all have no choice but to dance. And pray the fallout doesn’t ruin all their careers…and destroy their love.

Warning: This book contains gay and straight sexytimes, smoking, drinking, references to drug use, and a gratuitous musical number involving The Beatles.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Spice and Smoke:

The ceremonial coconut shattered into pieces against the floor of the dais, and flashbulbs popped in tandem, capturing the auspicious sign that everything beyond the film’s first shot would be a success. Trishna tried not to shade her eyes from the glare, focusing on a spot on the far wall of the set. Cracks spider-webbed out from a hole, and if she were to squint—which she wouldn’t, because she’d look half-blind in all the photos—she would probably see a tiny lizard peering out from the gap.