Her Smile
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By: Raven Starr | Other books by Raven Starr Categories: Mainstream Romance, African-American, Interracial, Word Count: 18,470 Heat Level: STEAMY Published By: Red Rose Publishing
Did he have it all? Or is there something more to life, that he is missing? 0 Ratings
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 Her Smile
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Professional Reviews"This is an enjoyable book, well written and romantic."
ExcerptNonchalantly, he lifted his eyes, and in that moment, came face to face with the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. Though he sat hunched over his drink, the beautiful stranger only came to his shoulders. "Sorry," mumbled the tired barmaid as she hastened her cleaning duties before more people showed up wanting a drink. "It's okay. Not your fault, right?" The barmaid gave a weak smile and walked to the far end of the bar. "Sorry, the boss said we have to close early today. Something about changing the theme, but I told him it's a bar in a crummy hotel why care." The barmaid shrugged her shoulders and mumbled something else Mark couldn't hear, nor did he want too. "Oh well," stated the beauty as she turned to leave Mark got a sudden urge to speak. "No wait," he swiveled around on the stool exposing his identity. "Hey gorgeous," she said and flashed him a perfect smile. At that moment, he felt all his pain and anguish diminish. Mark returned her smile and gestured to the empty seat next to him. "Such rudeness in the presence a beautiful lady I have forgotten my manners." He pushed away from the bar and stood up. Being over six feet he seemed to tower over her. If she felt intimidated, she was a master at hiding it. "I'm Mark, nice to meet you." He held out his hand and hoped like hell it wasn't sweaty. Why am I so damned nervous? "I'm Kylie, nice to meet you, too." She slipped her hand into his and they fit together like two missing puzzle pieces. Touching her skin sent tiny, tingling vibrations through his hand that circulated throughout his entire body. He shivered. The feeling was so intense he gasped a little. "You okay?" she asked getting closer to him. Oh God, she smells so good. Mark closed his eyes and inhaled Kylie's sweet scent. "You okay?" she asked again, concerned. His eyes flashed open. "Y-yes of course" he stuttered. "Long day, I guess." Kylie smiled again. "Yea, I bet. You did a great job out there today, despite the heat and the chicks fainting, it was all good." "You were there?" Mark felt honored that she stood out there in the blistering heat to watch him perform his love songs for forty-five minutes. It was the shortest set in history, he joked with his tour manager after the show. "Well maybe just a bit." She measured out about an inch with her fingers on her left hand, her right hand still held his. "I know this may sound forward, but would you like to go for a walk or something? Inside, outside, anywhere, your choice." Kylie furrowed her sculpted brow slightly. "You don't believe me, do you?" he cocked his head in a weird position and he hoped he didn't look like a crazed parrot. Slowly a brilliant smile slid across her face. "A walk it is then," she stated letting go of his hands and stepping backward. He missed her closeness and touch instantly. Mark waved his arm in front of him as if clearing her path. "After you." Kylie winked and gracefully walked past him. He watched her walk a few paces ahead, he took this time to totally check her out. She wore a red tank top that made her dark skin shimmer and come alive. The dark blue low riders accented her firm rear perfectly. Her black hair tied up in a ponytail accented her slender throat. She's perfect. "Am I walking alone?" her sultry echoed softly in his ears. "Nono, of course not." Mark jogged over to her and opened the door that lead outside. The sun was in its beginning stages of setting. Purple and pink hues mixed creating a whimsical vision of heaven. "It's beautiful," she whispered once he stood at her side. He leaned down, his nose mere inches from her hair. "Not as beautiful as you." He had to suppress his dire need to stroke her. Something inside him screamed out for this woman. The flutters in his stomach reminded him of his first time on stage, how scared he had been, how scared he was of this intense feeling for this beautiful woman passing in the night. Mark opened his eyes as she raised her head to stare at him. "Your smile causes me to catch my breath, to realize that miracles can happen. Your smile makes me feel..." He stopped afraid of what craziness would spring from his lips next, pushing them together tightly, almost pressing them into a stern line. What the hell am I saying? I mean damnit I'm going home tomorrow. He would forget her face like all the countless other faces merged in his overly crowded memory warehouse. He would forget staring into those huge baby brown eyes, forget that wonderfully perfect smile, and forget the sweet way she smells when she's close to him. Yea, who the hell am I kidding? I could never forget her smile. |
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