âI know I promised I wouldnât try anything, but â¦â Damien trailed off, as he drew his lips across Niveahâs cheek, her ear and her neck â⦠I canât control myself when Iâm around you.â
Niveah didnât know how much more of this she could take. It was just a matter of time before she was gasping for air and her legs gave way. Damien cupped her chin and kissed her so fully, so passionately, Niveah felt like she was spinning on a carousel. Her shoes fell off, her dress sailed down her hips and her fifty-dollar nylons lay in pieces on the floor.
Still kissing, they stumbled farther into the suite, knocking into end tables, couch legs and other furniture. Down to just her panties, her body throbbing with heat and desire, she dragged her fingernails up his chest, across his neck and over his head. Moving to an inaudible beat, Niveah rocked her hips against his crotch, causing Damien to release a savage groan. Niveah reached around, unzipped his pants and reached inside.
âWhereâs your bedroom?â
I couldnât have asked for a better family, and feel incredibly blessed to have the following people in my life: Jean-Claude, Aysiah, and Christian Yaye. My parents, Daniel and Gwendolyn Odidison. My siblings, Kenneth and Bettey Odidison. You all mean the world to me and I love you guys something fierce!!!
Special thanks to Delly Dyer for answering my questions about the advertising/marketing business. The information you provided was invaluable and helped to improve the novel.
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PAMELA YAYE has a bachelorâs degree in Christian education and has been writing short stories since elementary school. Her love for African-American fiction and literature prompted her to actively pursue a career in writing romance. When sheâs not reading or working on her latest novel, sheâs watching basketball, cooking or planning her next vacation. Pamela lives in Calgary, Canada, with her handsome husband, adorable daughter and precious son.
Dear Reader,
What could be more salacious than a sexy office romance featuring two headstrong characters vying for the same position? While writing this story about discovering love in the workplace, I quickly realized that Niveah Evans and Damien Hunter had much bigger problems than just being coworkers. Their love-hate relationship is tumultuous and passionate, and the more they try to resist each other, the hotter the fire burns!
Before they can ride off into the sunset together, Damien will have to convince Niveah that his feelings for her are real. It wonât be any easy task, but Damien wonât stop until they have their happy ending.
My next Kimani romance novel, Escape to Paradise (July 2011), is a story filled with secrets, betrayal and a hero so sensitive and romantic and alpha, heâll make you swoon. To find out more about me and my novels, drop me a line at [email protected] or visit me at www.pamelayaye.com.
With love,
Pamela Yaye
Dedicated to my son in heaven, Justice, and my children
here on earth, Aysiah and Christian. Mommy loves you very muchâmore than words can ever truly express.
âIs it just me or do all the men up in here look like broke-down versions of Boris Kodjoe?â
Niveah Evans laughed out loud at her best friendâs assessment of the male guests at the Ritz-Carltonâs annual New Yearâs Eve bash. Tickets to the black tie event had set her back a hundred dollars, and as she glanced around the elaborately decorated ballroom, she wondered what all the hype was about. Champagne flowed from a gold fountain and the performers suspended from the ceiling were giving one hell of a show, but it was nothing Niveah hadnât seen before. As a creative director for the largest advertising company in the U.S., it was her job to be up on the latest trends, and sheâd seen the act six months earlier in a Paris nightclub.
âI canât believe no oneâs asked us to dance,â Roxi Gonzalez complained, wrinkling her nose as if sheâd just gotten a whiff of an old shoe. âI wasted the entire morning getting plucked, waxed and shaved and no one in here gives a damn.â
Jeanette Miller released a deep, pitiful sigh. âThis is turning out to be the worst New Yearâs Eve on record. I should have stayed home and watched the ball drop in Times Square.â
âYouâre right, this is pretty bad,â Niveah conceded, reaching for her mai tai, âbut at least your boss isnât bringing in some clown from head office to babysit you for the next few weeks. I single-handedly landed that Discreet Boutique account, and now Mr. Russo thinks I need help. How am I supposed to shine with another creative director breathing down my neck? I have half a mind to complain toââ
Her friends groaned.
âThe next time you mention your job Iâm out of here,â Roxi threatened, leveling a finger at her. âI came down here to have a good time, not listen to you bitch about work.â