Devoted Love: A BWWM Romance (Blazin' Love Book 7) Read online

  Ryker lifts my chin. “Talk to me, princess.”

  “I…uh…” God, I’m stuttering.

  “What is it?” His impatient glare becomes one of concern.

  “I’m…pregnant." He stands back. "I know…we haven't talked about it. I mean, you didn't say you didn't want kids. But you didn't say you want them. I think…I don't know." My words are a jumbled mess as all the color drains from his face.

  "Baby, do I need to go get the kit?" I turn towards the elevator, and he stops me.

  Ryker pulls me near until my back is against his chest. I feel the thump of his heartbeat as his head tucks into the fold of my neck.

  He holds me tight. “I…can’t believe. Wow. Thank you.”

  "You're not…upset?" Our eyes meet, and I dry the moisture gathering in the corners of his beautiful eyes.

  “No…I’m surprised but not upset.”

  The music and conversations swirl around us. Ryker walks us back into the shadows reaching for the hem of my skirt.

  We're not perfect. My back is pressed against the cold concrete wall. He kisses away all the facts that don't matter.

  I’m still a wallflower. He still pushes his body too hard. There’s still tension with Sarah. And the campaign will take up most of his time. But I don’t care.

  His hands dig into the soft flesh of my ass as I yank open the zipper of his pants.

  I tipped a nod to whomever or whatever decides that a man and a woman are meant to have a picture-book ending. I surrendered and dared to open myself up. And fate gave me Ryker.

  He accepts my freakish ways, my quietness, my stuttering, my love. He’s more than I could ask for.

  Ryker lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. And I'm his. Every chapter, every sentence, every word we write of this story will be filled with love and passion and dragons.

  Two loners who found devoted love.

  Ryker takes me on a ride. My moans are absorbed by the festivities as our surrender to the stars ends with his voracious growl.

  Thank you for reading DEVOTED LOVE. Jordan and Ryker found their happily ever after. Please leave a review. Keep reading and meet Payton and Cade in Select Love.

  It’s Thanksgiving.

  I’m straddled on the back of a Harley. This story will go down in history about how I trade in my luxury holiday trip for a road trip on a motorcycle.

  I’m Payton Stephens, I own several luxury car dealerships, and I’m one-tenth of the badass women behind Platinum Prestige. My assignment—oversee the custom build of two motorcycles—and it seemed straightforward until I walked into Cade’s lair.

  All my contacts pointed to one man for the job, Cade Reynolds. This man screams dangerous, hot, and heartbreaker. But there’s something about his rough edges and the taste of his kisses that has me hungry for more.

  Then he challenges me to a game of strip poker. I forget the turkey with beef on my mind. And the good girl in me hopes it’s possible to snag this bad boy because I’m all in leather, lacy, and all.

  One-click SELECT LOVE now!

  Author’s Note

  I said YES to a holiday romance writing project in 2019.

  Ten authors. Ten holidays. Ten steamy romances. And we’ve all said yes to taking this journey together.

  My ten stories are novella length. I think they’re great for an evening of reading with your favorite glass of wine or tea. :) And I had the group of guys to make this series happen.

  Then struts in Hunter and her squad, her guys. They came to me years ago. I love a good millionaire or billionaire romance like the next woman. But a few of my readers emailed me asking about a female millionaire. I thought why settle for one if I can write ten. **insert evil laugh**

  I hope you enjoyed book one with Harper and Liam. Will you join me for the rest of the year as they build Platinum Prestige—one fly millionaire woman and hot guy at a time?

  Don’t miss a single release. Join my newsletter at http://www.janesedixon.com/subscribe to get updates and reader specials FIRST.

  In closing, please leave a review. It helps others find my work and it keeps the lights on, if you know what I mean. ;)

  I’ll “see” you all soon.

  Happy Reading,

  Ja’Nese Dixon

  www.janesedixon.com

  P.S. Again, there are more Steamy Sensations Holiday Love stories available now. See them all on my website: http://www.janesedixon.com/steamy-sensations.

  Leave a Review

  Did you enjoy Devoted Love?

  Please leave a book review HERE. Reviews are extremely important and it helps me continue sharing my books with fellow readers.

  Join My Newsletter

  Be the FIRST to know!

  Consider joining my newsletter? http://www.janesedixon.com/subscribe Be the first to know about releases and specials. You can unsubscribe anytime.

  BOOK 1

  It’s Valentine’s Day.

  I run to my favorite bar determined to figure out how I managed to lose my man and my inheritance in one night. The man is replaceable, but my monthly stipend is not.

  I’m Hunter Preston. My friends call me Jo and I’m the only child to a media mogul. I was traveling the world, living my best life, until Daddy dropped a million-dollar bomb, annihilating my boujee world.

  Double or nothing.

  He gave me thirty days to pitch a million dollar business concept, or I can say goodbye to my trust fund.

  So, here I am with my girls, trying to get more than selfie advice, when Ben, the sexy bartender—who either abhors me or he’s immune to my flirting—offers to help write the business plan under one condition. He wants $50,000.

  $50k to get $1 mil sounds reasonable until I remember how hot he is and how off-limits he is and how he wants nothing to do with a woman like me.

  I’m screwed, pass me another drink.

  Get Your Copy on Amazon

  or Read in Kindle Unlimited!

  Read an excerpt on www.janesedixon.com.

  BOOK 2

  It’s St. Patrick’s Day.

  The day is really not important, at least that’s what I thought. I dress to impress, ready to secure my first contract as a partner with Platinum Prestige.

  Simple, right? No, I wish.

  I’m Harper Price. I’ve joined my best friends in starting an elite concierge service and I’m up. My sole task is to lease an airplane from Liam.

  I walk in, he proposes, I walk out.

  Apparently, his billionaire have gone to his head and now the sexy, arrogant menace won’t leave me alone. His head is hard as a brick. (Take that any way you want.) And he refuses to accept “no” in any language. But I’m done with love.

  No more.

  Nada.

  No mas.

  Yet secretly, I’m scribbling my first name with his last name. Then he whispers, “Live a little Harper.” And his money green eyes shine like dollars signs as he throws an unexpected curve ball. He’ll grant three wishes, when…not if…I say yes.

  Does having the most eligible rich bachelor begging to put a ring on it make me lucky? Hell no!

  Not when my heart is screaming leap, my head is screaming caution, and my panties are.…

  Oh hell, this is a f’in plane crash waiting to happen.

  What is a woman to do?

  Get Your Copy on Amazon

  or Read in Kindle Unlimited!

  Read an excerpt on www.janesedixon.com.

  BOOK 8

  Trading the turkey for a bad boy.

  It’s Thanksgiving.

  I’m straddled on the back of a Harley. This story will go down in history about how I trade in my luxury holiday trip for a road trip on a motorcycle.

  I’m Payton Stephens, I own several luxury car dealerships, and I’m one-tenth of the badass women behind Platinum Prestige. My assignment—oversee the custom build of two motorcycles—and it seemed straightforward until I walked into Cade’s lair.

  All my contacts pointed to one man for th
e job, Cade Reynolds. This man screams dangerous, hot, and heartbreaker. But there’s something about his rough edges and the taste of his kisses that has me hungry for more.

  Then he challenges me to a game of strip poker. I forget the turkey with beef on my mind. And the good girl in me hopes it’s possible to snag this bad boy because I’m all in leather, lacy, and all.

  One-click SELECT LOVE now!

  Millions of adoring fans dream of having one night with him, but only she has access to his heart.

  Born with three commas in his bank account and melodies in his veins, Marques Carter is the rising prince of R&B. But not even his family name can guarantees success.

  Brione Allen is a smart woman that made a dumb decision: trusting the wrong man. He blackmailed her family and now she’s bound by a debt they knew she couldn’t pay.

  A chance meeting at his concert leads to an encrypted proposal: One week, one hundred thousand dollars, one incriminating secret. But when extortion and family ties expose them to the worst of the limelight, which secrets will they keep…and which will threaten their small light of hope?

  Get Your Copy on Amazon

  or Read in Kindle Unlimited!

  Chapter 1

  The same time every week for three years and the call got no easier. Brione Allen sat on the couch and blew out a deep breath. Dial the number. Ask for Kayla. But the knot in her stomach told the utter truth. Nothing about this was easy for her.

  She tapped the numbers by memory, adding it to her favorites was something she couldn’t stomach, not after all they’d done to her.

  “Hello.”

  “Good evening Mrs. Bradley is Kayla around?” She stopped asking to speak with her hoping to gain a sense of control in the situation, but they held her captive with a vice grip on her heart.

  “Hello to you too Brione.” Her dusty voice held an air of censorship. “I’ll call for her.”

  Kayla had a nanny, private school, and just about everything a little girl could want.

  “Brione.” She cringed at hearing his voice.

  “Stewart, I was holding for Kayla.”

  “She’ll have to call you back.”

  “But today is my—”

  “Talk to you later.”

  The line disconnected and Brione screamed. No one heard her, and no one cared. Alone in her fancy plush prison, she’d gladly trade for their freedom.

  She fell back on the couch and stared at the ceiling fan and her cellphone rang. She popped up anticipating the sweet sound of Kayla’s voice. But the screen displayed another welcomed caller.

  “Eliana Marshall. To what do I owe this honor?” Laughter flowed through the phone, Eliana was the only person she let close. The only person she trusted. The only person who knew the truth.

  “Let’s see…I’m your best friend. So I need no reason to call other than to hear your wonderful voice.” Brione smiled. “Second, I’m flying into town, and I refuse any excuse you make for not seeing me.”

  Brione gripped the phone to her ear as she toyed with the hem of her blouse. She’d rushed home from work for nothing.

  “I apologized a million times. But you plan to milk it dry,” she joked pulling her stocking covered feet beneath her body and relaxed.

  “I plan to milk it until it turns to powder if that will get your butt out of that condo. I will not take no for an answer.”

  “Milk it dry and add in a level of guilt to the recipe.”

  “You got it.” They laughed. “How are you?”

  “I’ve been better.” Brione looked around the room, furnished with the finest, reeking of their wealth. “You’re heading here for the weekend?”

  “No, I’m heading back indefinitely. Bruce and his wife are expecting twins, and they're keeping a close watch on her. We're planning to hang out in Houston until the babies arrive. Her doctor and family are all there. So, it could be a couple of months or longer.”

  “Yay!” Brione sat up, excited. “It will be nice to have you in town for a while.”

  “Just know I plan to pop up on your doorstep and drag you to a party or two while I’m there.” Brione shook her head knowing they would have a battle ahead.

  “How are you enjoying your job?”

  Brione listened as Eliana shared her love of working for Bruce Daniels. She bounced around from Atlanta to Houston and back as his assistant.

  “I can’t believe the luck I’ve had with getting this job. It is stressful but fun. I’ll be assisting Marques for a while too.”

  “Who is that?” The name sounded familiar, in a fuzzy, vague way.

  “What rock do you live under?”

  “The law school rock.” She snickered. “I don’t have time for anything but class and studying. Well, that and my side gig.”

  “Side gig?”

  “Eliana, who is Marques?”

  “Oh, yeah. How do you not know who he is?” Her amazement was evident by the squeak in her voice. “He’s a caramel dipped…tall, muscled…god in living color.”

  Brione lifted a brow at Eliana’s description. “All that?”

  “Yes, he’s the epitome of sexy. Too bad he’s my boss.” She let out a sigh. “Anyway, he’s an R&B singer from Atlanta. I guess you wouldn’t know him since he’s more underground.” She was all business. “He is the flagship artist of Rockstar Entertainment. We’re preparing to release an EP then his debut album.”

  Brione tried to picture this caramel sexy god. Her failed attempt morphed into her last dalliance that turned her life upside down, inside out, and left Brione estranged from her family.

  “That sounds like a lot of work.” Brione didn’t listen to the radio and rarely watched TV. Her sights were set on securing an associate's position with a major law firm. Fun took a backseat.

  “It is, which is part of the reason for my call.” Eliana said.

  “Oh, it wasn’t just to hear my wonderful voice?”

  “Of course.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Spill it, Honey.” Brione walked to the kitchen and opened the freezer, pushing around the contents until she found the frozen lasagna.

  “Do you still help with events?”

  “Yes, what’s up?” She peeled back the corner of the lid and popped the plastic bowl into the microwave. Then she leaned a hip against the counter.

  “Bruce’s anticipated maternity leave and Marques’ EP has opened a lot of doors for me. They’ve asked me to oversee the launch with hopes of promoting me to A&R.”

  “Congrats!”

  “Thanks, but hold it for now. I still need to get through this project.”

  “So, basically it’s an interview.”

  “Exactly.”

  “How can I help?” Brione dropped her head and chuckled at the faint sounds of Eliana’s clapping. Eliana could make it happen without her, but Brione wanted to see her friend succeed. “I didn’t say yes yet.”

  “But you will.” Eliana blew a kiss through the phone. “I want to host a release party in Houston, and I’d love to bring you in. It pays good, and I’m almost certain I can get you the gig.”

  “Really? But I’ve never done a music event.”

  “Don’t worry about that. Your work is impeccable, you’re organized, timely, and you work well under extreme pressure. Are you free Saturday?”

  “Yes, how about ten?”

  “That’s perfect. Get together your portfolio and let’s meet at the cafe on Saturday. I’ll try to get either Bruce or Marques there too. That way I can cross two tasks off my list at once.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  “You would, Miss Planner Chic. I maintain, where you thrive. One day, I’ll grow up to be just like you.”

  Brione shook her head as if Eliana could see her. “No, ma’am. Grow up to be like you, and you’ll be just fine.”

  “The thought of peanut butter and honey back in business is enticing don’t you think.”

  “Houston ain’t ready for us," Brione added.

 
Eliana’s robust laughter rang through the phone. “Girl, if only they knew! And for totally selfish reasons, it would be a lifesaver to have your help and get to spend time with you without you skipping out on me.”

  They haven’t seen each other in years, for one reason or another. But Brione missed her too. “I got you. When we're done, they’re going to beg you to take that position. And I’ll be there at 9:45 ready to rock n’ roll.”

  “Awesome. I’ll text you if anything changes. I gotta go, we’re about to land.” Eliana said.

  “Be safe.” The microwave beeped.

  “I will. Love you Peanut Butter.” Eliana giggled.

  “Love you too Honey.” They disconnected, Brione stood staring at the phone for a minute considering their long friendship.

  Eliana was her roommate in college, their running nicknames came when all they could afford was Ramen noodles, and peanut butter and jelly, except Eliana, liked hers with honey or syrup.

  Music was Eliana’s passion like organizing events was Brione’s. However, she knew her love of centerpieces and tulle could not lead to her desired destination.

  Brione gathered her hot food from the microwave and walked to the dining room, she turned into an office. She stared at the stack of textbooks. She entered law school for two reasons: money and time. The family connections between the Bradleys and her parents guaranteed her seat. But her high GPA landed her a full ride.

  She cleared a space for her bowl, tonight she’d study and tomorrow she’d order pizza and work on her portfolio. She lowered into the chair in front of her laptop, placing her food aside. She opened the oversized law book and turned to the cases she needed to read and analyze for class tomorrow.