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M/M/F Interracial Romance
What would you do if you were offered a night of overwhelming passion by a beautiful stranger?
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On Christmas Eve, Tranell Merdock finds herself in one of the most romantic countries in the world. Yet, she is stuck slaving over work. She steps away from her demanding job as a successful management consultant to seek a little respite at a local restaurant and draws the attention of Stephan, a very attractive Frenchman.
He lures her in with promises of a passionate rendezvous, but Stephan has a secret he neglects to tell her.
Will Tranell shy away from a night guaranteed to be filled with forbidden pleasures or allow Stephan to take her on a journey she will never forget?
Christmas Delights Excerpt ~ Surprise
“Stephan, you ass!” The man turned, giving them a full rear view of his muscular backside and sprinted around the corner. “Why the fuck didn’t you call and tell me you were bringing home company?” he yelled, poking his head around the wall.
“It is surprise.” Stephan stepped into the suite, attempting to pull her in with him. “Surprise!”
Tranell’s feet were literally rooted to the ground. Sure, she was tipsy, but what she just saw was not made up in her intoxicated mind. That man was butt-bootyass naked holding a Christmas, stocking-shaped cake over his lower region. And if she wasn’t mistaken ‘I Love You’ was scripted across the cake in gold icing.
“Tranell, come.”
“Is he the roommate? Why is he nekkid and…and why was he…” she stuttered on a shaky whisper.
“We are…ah…what is the word? Nudist?”
Hand on her hip, she served him a sidelong glare. “That’s bullshit.”
Shoulders jumping, he chuckled softly. “Oui, okay. Bullshit. I try and be funny.”
“Not funny, Stephan!” the naked man shouted from behind the wall.
“Stephan, be real with me, okay,” Tranell said in an undertone. “Is…is that man your lover?”
All amusement leaked from his sexy eyes. “Come in, and I explain.”
“No, uh-uh…”
“Please.”
Huffing out a deep breath, she allowed him to lure her into the apartment. God, she hoped this situation wasn’t what she thought it was―that the man who had wooed her body so skillfully wasn’t playing some kind of twisted game with her.
“Tranell, meet, Fernand. Fernand, this is new friend, Tranell.”
Fernand stumbled out, zipping up a pair of jeans that hung low on his lean hips.
She gulped back the saliva building in her throat and involuntarily swiped her tongue over her upper lip.
For lack of better words, Fernand was damn fine.
The contours and ridges in his torso were magnificent, sculpted to perfection, and muscled in all the right places. A shaggy mass of curly, raven hair sprang from his head and dangled over his brow, enhancing the extraordinary color in his irises, which were a striking crystal blue. In stature, he was a little bigger than Stephan, more muscular than him as well.
“Hi, Tranell. Pleasure to meet you.” Probing eyes roaming up and down her frame, Fernand offered his hand. “Sorry about greeting you in my birthday suit. I didn’t know Stephan was—sorry.” Fernand had a distinct French accent but clearly spoke English a lot better than Stephan did.
“It’s okay. It’s not every day I come to stranger’s house and meet his roommate in the nude.” She giggled nervously and shook his hand. “Though it was a treat to my womanly eyes, I have to be honest and say it was a little disconcerting ‘cause it sorta looked like you were naked for…Stephan.”
That traditional, tight-lipped smile slid across Fernand’s lips. His blue eyes narrowed and shot over in Stephan’s direction. After a few awkward seconds, he cleared his throat and headed for the kitchen. “Soo, you like coffee? I make great gourmet coffee. Come on, I’ll make you a cup.”
Aw hell, something is definitely a little shifty with these two.
But that didn’t stop her from following Fernand’s delicious booty. What could she say? Being in the company of two gorgeous men appealed to her lady needs, even though the little voice in her mind was screaming at her to get out while she could.
Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2013
