Passion by the Book

How to seduce a man in thirty days!

To the world, they’re the perfect couple. But Simone Young, mother and housewife, feels the passion has gone out of her marriage to Marcus. That’s when she turns to a hot new book that guarantees results. The hook? All Simone has to do is rediscover the seductress within and rekindle the passion they once had.

Simone’s total makeover from sensible to sizzling fires desire in Marcus. The fitness guru has been so busy building his empire that he’s lost sight of what they once had together. Marcus feels as if he’s falling in love all over again—except he may be too late. Will he be able to win back Simone and reignite their romance, or is the book closed on their love forever?

Marcus brushed his nose against her cheek, used his fingertips to draw circles on her back.

“I have a ton of activities planned, and a romantic evening at the château’s spa that you’ll never, ever forget.”

His enthusiasm was contagious, and soon Simone was wearing a smile as wide as his. “I can’t wait to leave,” she confessed. “I just hope it isn’t freezing cold there.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there to warm you up.”

“I look forward to it.”

His eyes danced over her face, then crawled down her chest.

“All those extra training sessions with that reality star are really paying off,” she purred, squeezing his biceps. “You’ve beefed up a lot these past few months.”

His chest inflated with pride. “I love when you stroke my ego.”

“And I love when you stroke me.”

Marcus crushed his lips to her moist, lush mouth. His kiss scorched her, set every nerve ending in her body on fire. Swathing her hands around his neck, she stroked the back of his fine, smooth hair. Simone felt a hint of his tongue, and used hers to coax his out of his mouth. Their tongues touched and lapped, played and teased.

Nothing compared to kissing him, to being in his arms.

PAMELA YAYE

has a bachelor’s degree in Christian education. Her love for African-American fiction prompted her to pursue a career in writing romance. When she’s not working on her latest novel, this busy wife, mother and teacher is watching basketball, cooking or planning her next vacation. Pamela lives in Alberta, Canada, with her gorgeous husband and adorable but mischievous son and daughter.

Passion by the Book

Pamela Yaye

Dear Reader,

Don’t laugh, but I got the idea for Passion by the Book after watching a wild, raucous episode of my favorite daytime talk show. The guest—a lively young woman married a whopping six months—was desperate to put the “sizzle” back in her marriage and looking for ideas. Once I stopped laughing and wiped the tears from my eyes, I grabbed my trusty notebook and started feverishly plotting Simone and DeShawn Young’s story. A story about two people deeply in love who unknowingly let the passion fizzle in their once-red-hot marriage.

I wrote this story for all the hardworking women out there who are juggling careers and family life (like Simone Young) and need an escape to a sensual, romantic world. I hope the suggestions in Passion by the Book rekindle the spark in your relationships. It did in mine!

I have a feeling that after you read the “drive-by” Simone did on her husband, you’ll want to discuss it, and where a good church girl like me got the idea, so drop me a line at www.pamelayaye.com, [email protected] or send me a message on Facebook.

With love,

Pamela Yaye

This book (like all my books) is dedicated to my amazing parents, Daniel and Gwendolyn Odidison. Thank you for showing me what a loving, healthy, passionate relationship looks like. And for letting me read Harlequin romance books at a very young age!

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 1

Simone Young saw her husband’s silver Escalade roll to a stop on the driveway, and she leaped off the couch like a hurdler exploding out of the starting blocks. Chucking the September issue of Vogue on the coffee table, she flew down the hallway of her sprawling, five-bedroom Lincoln Park home, her arms swinging at her sides and her heeled bedroom slippers pounding violently against the hardwood floor. Seizing the lock, she yanked open the front door and planted herself in front of her husband like a living, breathing statue. “Marcus, where in the world have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you!”

“I can tell.” Chuckling good-naturedly, Marcus Young patted his wife on the hips. “Baby, get back inside. It’s freezing out here!”

The crisp Chicago wind sliced through her designer robe, chilling her legs to the bone. Stepping aside, Simone reluctantly allowed her husband to enter the foyer.

“I didn’t expect you to still be up,” he said, slipping off his polished leather shoes. “It’s almost midnight. You’re usually fast asleep by now.”