During the past twenty-five years, Art has worked in leadership positions with a number of global firms and their call/BPO centers worldwide. Currently president and CEO of KomBea Corporation, Art has served for more than a dozen years developing and marketing tools that blend human intelligence and automation to improve call center phone interactions. Find out more about Art’s company, KomBea, HERE
Art has also served as executive vice president of business development and strategic initiatives for First-Source; CEO and founder of Echopass Corporation (the world’s premier contact center hosting environment, which was acquired by Genesys for about $110 million); CEO of Sento Corporation; and managing director and VP of European business development for Sykes Enterprises.
Art is a widely published author of methodologies for BPO/contact centers, outsourcing, and technical support, and has served in leadership positions at Hewlett-Packard, VLSI Research, a nd RasterOps.
What started more than twenty years ago with a presentation in Paris has positioned Art as a charismatic, innovative, and sought-after speaker across the globe. His authentic style of delivery, solid content, and practical applications leave his audiences ready to make a difference in their own spheres of influence.
Without a doubt, Art’s heartfelt and humorous insights captivate and inspire all who hear him. Now, with his number one bestselling book Don’t Just Manage—LEAD!, everyone can experience Art’s inspiring storytelling!
Sixth U.S. president John Quincy Adams, a man who knew a lot about effective leadership, maintained that the most successful people were those whose actions inspired others to dream more, learn more, do more, and become more. These people were the ones who left the sidelines, entered the fray, and threw themselves into life. They were the ones who forged a nation and achieved the impossible. They were the ones who truly connected to life, to others, and to themselves.
Today, the world needs human connection more than ever. It needs people who strive for deeper relationships, not just surface recognition, who come at life with the enthusiasm, energy, and excitement that bind people together. These people have a powerful impact on all around them.
Leadership guru Art Coombs combines fresh perspectives, profound experience, engaging information, and unforgettable stories into a simple formula that will result in rich connections as you live, laugh, learn, love, and lead those who mean the most to you. Begin today to live the authentic, abundant life you were meant to as you build and shape the connections that change everything.
I was officially arrested for “trespassing with a rifle.” I was 10, and it was a Red Ryder Daisey BB gun.
I was 17 when I had my first kiss
I have 4 sisters and 1 brother
I started my first company at 28 years old. Video Data Systems. In the 80’s Video Dating was the precursor to online dating sites as we know them. When I would call prospects they would say, no thinks I have a partner, or I am married. I would say not Video Dating Systems. Video D A T A Systems.
I have notoriously small feet, and when I lived in Holland (the tallest people on the planet), the shoe salesperson would laugh and giggle and tell me that I had to go to the boy’s section to buy shoes.
I hate wearing ties.
I love coaching and teaching youth. I think it is a sin that teachers are not some of the highest paid professionals on this planet. We should make it so lucrative that our best and brightest are fighting to be teachers on all levels in our educational system.
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Book Title: Appointment with Yesterday: A Novel in Four Parts with a Prologue and an Epilogue
Author: Christopher Stratakis
Category: Adult Fiction, 334 pages
Genre: coming-of-age / WWII / immigrant experience
Release date: January 2017
Tour dates: Oct 2 to 20, 2017
Content Rating: PG-13 + M (There is no bad language or violence, but there are references to sex and sexual situations (including between a pre-teen and teen)
A poignant and compelling first novel, Appointment with Yesterday tells the story of Yanni, a cheeky and delightful Greek boy growing up in a small town on an island in the eastern Aegean.
Left in the care of his loving grandparents, Yanni endures the deprivation and terror of the German occupation during World War II and finally leaves his beloved homeland and family to rejoin the parents who had left him behind to make a better life for themselves in America.
Filled with heartbreaking and heartwarming stories of love, devotion, disenchantment, and dashed dreams, Appointment with Yesterday is, ultimately, the story of hardships overcome and a determined boy’s journey toward finding his destiny.
Christopher Stratakis was born and raised in Greece. After moving to America, he graduated from Drexel University in 1951 and New York University School of Law in 1955. Shortly after joining the law firm of Poles, Tublin & Patestides in 1960, he became a partner, specializing in admiralty and corporate law.
He has written and published several articles, lectured on professional and historical subjects, served as Legal Advisor to several non-profits (pro bono), and was an arbitrator in maritime disputes. He is the author of Mnimes “Memories” (2010), a book of essays, short stories, and poems that he wrote as a teenager. In 2015, he co-edited Chains on Parallel Roads, a book published by Panchiaki “Korais” Society of New York. In recognition of his extensive community involvement, he has been the recipient of several awards from religious, governmental, and educational institutions.
Mr. Stratakis lives with his wife in New York City. He is the proud father of three and grandfather of three. This is his first novel.
My name is Crimson Syn,
not really, but what fun is it to use my real name. Instead I’ll
use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much more fun that way. I
grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful education, loving
parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl ask for?
I started writing at the age of sixteen. The first romance I read was
Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s Bride. Since then I have been
influenced by dozens of flourishing romance authors and even more
dashing and daring rogues. I must say it, but Fifty Shades was not my
first erotic romance, nor did it influence me to start writing them.
If you’ve never read Mary Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas,
Bertrice Small or A.N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then
you’re missing out. Those were my sweet introductions to erotic
romance, and boy were they hot.
So here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too many
sinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough and
possessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I had
delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to new
worlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. I
want to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send them
into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues,
without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able to
entice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I am
Sixty-five million years ago, aliens transplanted Earth’s dinosaurs to another
world. Now, intelligent saurians — the Quintaglios — have emerged.
Afsan, the Quintaglio counterpart of Galileo, must convince his
people of the truth about their place in the universe before
astronomical forces rip the dinosaurs’ new home apart.
The Face of God is what every young saurian learns to call the immense,
glowing object which fills the night sky on the far side of the
world. Young Afsan is privileged, called to the distant Capital City
to apprentice with Saleed the court astrologer. But when the time
comes for Afsan to make his coming-of-age pilgrimage, to gaze upon
the Face of God, his world is changed forever- for what he sees will
test his faith… and may save his world from disaster!
Toroca, a Quintaglio geologist, is under attack for his controversial new
theory of evolution. But the origins of his people turn out to be
more complex than even he imagined, for he soon discovers the
wreckage of an ancient starship — a relic of the aliens who
transplanted Earth’s dinosaurs to this solar system. Now Toroca must
convince Emperor Dybo that evolution is true; otherwise, the
territorial violence the Quintaglios inherited from their tyrannosaur
ancestors will destroy the last survivors of Earth’s prehistoric past.
In Far-Seer and Fossil Hunter, we met the Quintaglios, a race of
intelligent dinosaurs (evolved descendants of dinosaurs rescued in
prehistory from Earth), and learned of the threat to their very
existence. Now they must quickly advance from a culture equivalent to
our Renaissance to the point where they can leave their planet.
While the Quintaglios rush to develop space travel, the discovery of a
second species of intelligent dinosaurs rocks their most fundamental
beliefs. Meanwhile, blind Afsan — the Quintaglio Galileo —
undergoes the newfangled treatment of psychoanalysis, throwing
everything he thought he knew about his violent people into a
startling new light.
Genre: Traditional Mystery Published by: The Mystery Company / Crum Creek Press Publication Date: August 2015 Number of Pages: 241 ISBN13: 1932325468 (ISBN13: 9781932325461) Series: Maggie Ryan and Nick O’Connor #7 Purchase Links:Amazon 🔗 | Barnes & Noble 🔗 | Smashwords 🔗 | Goodreads
In 1977, statistician Maggie Ryan returns to her alma mater to help Charlie Fielding analyze his reading research. Charlie, professor and film buff, is studying the eye movements of skilled readers. Maggie’s work is interesting, her kids have good daycare, and her actor husband Nick O’Connor is working nearby. But the happy summer plan is disrupted when Charlie’s popular colleague and rival, Tal Chandler, is found shot near campus.
When a turf war between town homicide detectives and image-conscious campus police hinders the investigation, Maggie and Nick team up with Tal’s grieving widow to get some questions answered.
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“Maggie is an engaging everywoman– wife, mother, professional– who conducts her crime-busting with quiet panache.” — Margot Mifflin, Entertainment Weekly
“Thoroughly believable characters with depth and humor and finely realized senses of grief and anger. Carlson plays fair with the reader while making the unmasking of the criminal a surprise indeed.” — Susan L. Clark, The Armchair Detective
“As usual, P.M. Carlson gives us a spell-binding, multidimensional puzzle, interesting background material, and fascinating and appealing characters.” — Phyllis Brown, Grounds for Murder
“[Maggie Ryan] has been a role model for women since the beginning and I loved watching her merge marriage and children with her talent for solving mysteries!” — Margaret Maron
“Murder Misread” by P.M. Carlson, the Maggie Ryan Mystery #7
Statistician Maggie Ryan, actor Nick O’Connor, and their two small children are looking forward to a relaxing summer away from New York City. Maggie’s working at her alma mater as consultant to reading expert Professor Charlie Fielding, and Nick has a gig at a summer theatre nearby. But then the body of Charlie’s retired predecessor, Professor Tal Chandler, is found near campus. It seems to be suicide–– but the gun was in left-handed Tal’s right hand. With help from Tal’s grieving widow, Professor Anne Chandler, Maggie and Nick find that friendly, nosy Tal had uncovered some dark secrets about his university coworkers––secrets that could lead to murder.
Read an excerpt:
Sunlight sifted through the trees. The creek giggled below. A little child galloped down the path, paused to pick up a pebble from the mud, ran back to her smiling mother. They moved on past, until their happy chatter merged into the rustling of the leaves.
A sweet day for a murder.
To get to Plato’s for Tal’s celebration, they had to cross the gorge. Maggie unhesitatingly chose the right path from among the several that meandered down into the wooded ravine. “I see you still know your way around,” Charlie observed.
“Yeah, it comes back. It was only seven years ago that I left. Which way do you prefer here?” Maggie paused at a fork in the trail, where one path led to a green-painted metal pedestrian bridge, and another wound lower and under the bridge along the edge of the little creek that had patiently carved out this gorge.
“The lower one’s prettier if you don’t mind steps. But it may be soggy still from the thunderstorm yesterday. I generally use this upper path.”
“Fine, let’s be prudent.” That warm Diane Keaton smile again as she turned toward the bridge. “I love this walk, don’t you?”
“Yes. I’m a hiker. You must miss the woods, living in New York.”
“Not as much as I expected. We’re only a block from Prospect Park, so we’ve got plenty of woods and meadows and ravines to explore.”
“Aren’t those big city parks dangerous?” He had to stretch to keep up with her athletic strides.
“Well, I don’t wander through them alone at night.” She hesitated, glancing at Charlie with an ambiguous smile. “Somebody did try to rape me once. But it wasn’t in Prospect Park. It was only a few miles from this very spot, when I was a student here.”
“God!” What could he say? What a horrible experience, to have someone forcing himself…. He mumbled inadequately, “That must have been terrible!”
“Yeah. Well, help arrived fast and we sent him up for ninety-nine years. Happy ending.” She didn’t sound happy, her shoulders hunching under the sky-blue cotton. “Anyway, I’ve learned to stay alert. Did you notice the guy under the bridge just now?”
Charlie looked back, frowning, and pushed his glasses up on his nose. The ravine was a visual crazy-quilt patched from dark earth, green leaves, splashes of sunlight. The original camouflage design, quivering as the breeze riffled the leaves. Below, the creek glinted; trunks and branches traced irregular dark lines through the trembling foliage. Nearer, the artificial pea-green of the bridge shafted straight-edged across the little chasm. “I don’t see anyone.”
“See where the trail widens? That muddy patch?”
“Yes. Oh!” He saw him then: standing nearly hidden by a clump of bushy young maples, only a bit of gray sleeve and a dark shoe visible from here. “Wonder what he’s up to?”
“In Prospect Park he’d probably be a bird-watcher,” Maggie said lightly, and turned back up the path toward College Avenue and Plato’s.
From USA Today bestselling author Catherine Bruns comes the next deadly
delicious Carrie Jorgenson adventure in paradise…
Carrie Jorgenson is living the dream in Hawaii. She has a steady job as a
waitress at the Loco Moco Café, a hot new love interest in her
manager, and the curtain’s about to rise on her role in a local
theater production. But when she’s asked to deliver food to a guest
at the Aloha Lagoon resort—who then drops dead!—her dreams
quickly become the stuff of nightmares.
World renowned food critic Randolph Cremshaw has no shortage of enemies.
He’s rude, patronizing, and famous for his one-star reviews. After
the coffee Carrie delivers is discovered to have been poisoned, she
and the café quickly rise to the top of the suspects list. A jealous
co-worker, thefts at the restaurant, and a performance that threatens
to blow up in Carrie’s face only make things worse. With an already
full plate, Carrie is also forced into making a decision that may
change everything for her. But this all pales in comparison when she
comes face to face with Randolph’s killer and what might be the final
curtain call…of her life.
**Suggested to Read Death of the Big Kahuna first!**
Randolph stepped back so that I could roll the cart inside. He was dressed in a dingy white undershirt and black slacks that dragged on the floor, his long, narrow bare feet poking out from underneath. I tried hard not to stare at the crusted-over toenails that screamed fungus at me.
“Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly.”
Yikes. For some reason, the word icky popped into my head. “Please enjoy your breakfast, sir. You can place the cart in the hallway when you’re done, and one of our staff will pick it up later.”
I began to walk away, and he grabbed me by the wrist. “Not so fast.”
Startled by his action, I shook myself loose. “Don’t touch me again.”
“Sorry.” Randolph gave a small smirk that said he was anything but sorry. He looked me up and down. “I’d like you to wait a moment until I’m sure the meal is to my liking.”
I had news for this man—no meal was ever going to be to his liking. He lifted the covers off the plates one by one, examining the food while he grunted in apparent satisfaction. Finally, he picked up the white coffee carafe, poured himself a cup, and sniffed. Like the other day at the café, he took a small sip, grimaced, then shook his head at me. “Not quite, doll.”
“Sir?” I was confused. Poncho had used his precious Kona beans this time, so what could be the problem?
“It’s cold. Bring me another carafe right away.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. Anger bubbled at the surface and threatened to boil over any second. What I really wanted to do was throw the entire carafe in his face, but then I’d be out of a job and, knowing Randolph, looking at a lawsuit.
“Is there a problem, dear?”
The man clearly enjoyed the fact that he was goading me, but I was determined not to let him get under my skin. “No, sir. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Text Chef Paunch ahead of time,” Randolph taunted, “so that the coffee will be ready when you get back. That’s a good little girl.”
I bit into my lower lip to temper my reply. “His name is Poncho.”
“Whatever. He’s got quite the paunch on him, so my name fits. And do hurry up. I haven’t got all day.” He sat down and started to eat, dismissing me with a wave of his hand.
Could the man be any more pretentious? I counted to ten and compressed my lips together, afraid a nasty comment might slip out between them. As I started toward the door, I spotted two half-filled mimosa glasses sitting on the table on the balcony. I wondered if good old Randy might have had a girl over last night—or perhaps his estranged wife had joined him.
“Are you deaf?” Randolph bellowed. “I want my coffee—now!”
With great effort, I opened the door to the suite and managed to refrain from slamming it behind me. On my way back down the hallway toward the elevator, I grabbed my phone out of my jeans pocket. My fingers flew as I texted Vivian.
Tell Poncho that the jerk said the coffee’s not hot enough. Have a new carafe ready to go when I get back. It’s a wonder no one has killed this guy yet.
Welcome in the festive season with love, laughter and the perfect G&T in Christmas at the Gin Shack – the most uplifting holiday read of 2017!
Gingle bells, gingle bells, gingle all the way…
Olive Turner might have lived through eighty-four Christmases, but she’ll never get bored of her favourite time of year. And this one’s set to be extra-special. It’s the Gin Shack’s first Christmas – and there’s a gin-themed weekend and a cocktail competition on the cards!
But, beneath the dazzle of fairy lights and the delicious scent of mince-pies, Olive smells a rat. From trespassers in her beloved beach hut to a very unfunny joke played on her friends, it seems that someone is missing a dose of good cheer.
Olive knows she’s getting on a bit – but is she really imagining that someone in the little seaside town is out to steal Christmas? More importantly, can she create the perfect gin cocktail before Christmas Eve – in time to save the day?
About the Author
When Catherine Miller became a mum to twins, she decided her hands weren’t full enough so wrote a novel with every spare moment she managed to find. By the time the twins were two, Catherine had a two-book deal with HQDigital UK. There is a possibility she has aged remarkably in that time. Her debut novel, Waiting For You, came out in March 2016. She is now the author of four books and hopes there will be many more now her twins have started school. Either that, or she’ll conduct more gin research on Olive’s behalf.
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Aria Knight sees a light at the end of the tunnel as she sets out to
confront the powerful witch who turned her world upside down…her
mother. She must decide if the witch, Clare, truly wants to help her,
or drag her into a fate worse than death.
Darkness gathers around Aria and her friends as rioting and assassination plots
break out in the streets of Miracle Falls. Her ally, Harry Storm, conceals
the truth about his powers while trying to keep it together long
enough to help, or else fall into an abyss of insanity. And Jacob
Wolfe, the man she yearns for, has little time for romance as he’s
stuck trying to prevent an all-out war on preternaturals.
Aria knows that she must do her part to keep the peace, but it’s difficult
when the conflict within her own family threatens to tear her down.
In liberating her only sibling from a magical prison, she finds that
she may have hastened the destruction of all sin eaters, including
REVELATIONS is the second book of the Aria Knight
Chronicles by USA Today bestselling author Samantha LaFantasie, and
bestselling author of The Gray Tower Trilogy, Alesha Escobar.
Aria Knight has an unusual set of skills: she will hold back the hounds of
Hell so you can fly toward the Pearly Gates, and she will wipe your
slate clean so that you don’t become karma’s bitch…for a price.
A Sin Eater has to make a living in today’s world somehow.
But when she’s called in the dead of night to perform her rite for a
recluse billionaire, she stumbles upon a murder scene, and the
evidence points to her.
In an attempt to clear her name and uncover the true culprit, Aria is
forced to team up with a private investigator who’s possessed by
three spirits, and a handsome wizard who would rather see all Sin
Eaters like Aria go extinct.
Aria knows her job is never easy, but now it’s become downright
SIN EATER is the first book of the Aria Knight Chronicles by USA Today
bestselling author Samantha LaFantasie and Alesha Escobar, author of
the bestselling Gray Tower Trilogy.
Ranch owner, Trevor Wild, loves nothing more than spending his day in the
saddle riding in the Texas sun. He’s passionate about being the
latest generation of Wild man to breed quarter horses on Wildhorse
Ranch. But in the aftermath of inheriting a bad business deal the
Ranch is in serious financial trouble, and this serious cowboy needs
to look outside the box to save his family’s pride and joy.
Glamping guru, Sabrina Hearthstone, is the best of the best at what she does,
and she could very well be Trevor’s saving grace. The blonde beauty
arrives at Wildhorse Ranch ready to get the job done. She’s all
business when it comes to bringing a little luxury to the leather and
dirt clad Ranch. But soon she’ll realize that to renovate the Ranch
for Glamping she may have to renovate it’s cowboy too.
Sabrina is tempting on a whole lot of levels for Trevor—when
he gives into both her touch, and the 1,000 thread count bed sheets,
he finds that she soothes his soul. However, Sabrina’s world is a
difficult thing for the hardened cowboy to accept. Trevor will have
to learn to accept Sabrina and her changes to his world, not only to
save Wildhorse Ranch, but to save a love he never expected to find.
“Huh?” Sabrina glanced up to take him in again, and dropped the side of the log she was holding. Trevor grimaced and set his end down, also. The way his mouth tended to frown naturally—and only deepen when he was annoyed or working—distinguished him from his more approachable twin brother.
“No…I mean, wow. You really aren’t, are you?” Now that Sabrina had halted operations, Trevor straightened to regard her in turn. The way she looked him over, with eyes as wide and summer-blue as the Texas sky, made him acutely aware of just how closely they stood.
“No. I really am not,” he agreed. He wondered how much Trent let her get away with while he was gone. Sabrina Hearthstone had a face as pretty as an angel’s—pair that with her ridiculously tight, stone-washed designer jeans, and he doubted his brother had been willing to deny her much. She was the living, breathing lyric of a country song standing before him—the worshipped, vaunted city girl—and for the first time, Trevor contemplated how much trouble he might be in having her on his property.
At least they had managed to agree on one important detail so far: he wasn’t his brother Trent. While the Sheriff of Lockhart Bend might be willing to let certain behaviors slide, Trevor expected a rigid adherence to his rules. If she already found him more serious, more commanding, than his twin brother, then it might make his job a hell of a lot easier.
“So, you must be Trevor,” Sabrina deduced. “The owner. Unless you’re triplets I wasn’t aware of,” she appeared to mutter to herself. She extended a slender hand to him, and Trevor removed one of his gloves before taking it in his own. He wondered what his callouses must feel like rubbing against her soft skin. She didn’t draw back immediately, which he also found curious. They held the handshake a few seconds longer than strictly necessary before Sabrina withdrew and flushed a little.
“Sorry I mistook you for your brother,” she apologized. “I guess I didn’t realize you’d be back today.”
“I keep to a schedule,” Trevor stated. “Which is something you’re throwing off already, Miss Hearthstone.” He nodded toward the scraps she had accumulated on the porch. “I’m tossing that wood out in the quarterly clear-out.” She stared at him blankly. “That’s tomorrow. You want to keep any of it for arts and crafts, I expect you to go through it all today.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Wild, but this isn’t for arts and crafts,” Sabrina protested. She gestured toward her woodpile selections. “This is upcycling! I’m going to make good use of this stuff. If we want to attract customers and garner favorable reviews, then we’re going to need to liven up the living spaces with a few rustic decorations.”
Upcycling. Great. Another made-up word. Trevor hooked his thumbs in his belt and didn’t budge an inch, predicting his silence would be enough to settle the matter. Generally speaking, it was. Today, however, his natural powers of intimidation appeared to be diminished after the long drive. Sabrina had her hands on her hips, her dark pink lips pursed in challenge. For the life of him he couldn’t decide if her expression was meant to convey a fight or invite a kiss.
Leslie North is the USA Today
Bestselling pen name for a critically-acclaimed author of women’s
contemporary romance and fiction. The anonymity gives her the perfect
opportunity to paint with her full artistic palette, especially in
the romance and erotic fantasy genres.
The truth of the matter is she
loves her fictional persona, Leslie North, more than her normal,
day-to-day persona! Her bestselling books focus on strong characters
and particularly women who aren’t afraid to challenge an alpha
male. Inspired after years of travel, her stories are set all over
the world, from the tough streets of Russia to the beautiful beaches
of the middle east.
Leslie fell in love with romance
when she first picked up a scrappy, dog-eared romance book from her
local library. She began writing soon after and the rest, as they
say, was history. She now lives in a cozy cottage on the British
coast and enjoys taking long walks with her two Dalmatians, George
She LOVES reader feedback, and if
you have any comments, don’t hesitate to contact her!
Lt. Paul Wolfe’s last deployment had cost him everything. His fiancee, his leg, his mental stability. So when his name comes up for a service animal to help him with his anxiety he wonders if he will be good enough for the animal or will he push it away like he has done so many other things in his life.
Alice Saint loved what she did she gave people the ability to get their
lives back by providing them with service animals. One special animal
was to be given to Lt Paul Wolfe a special case who was recommended
by one of the therapist she worked with.
When the day of the animal exchange to sparks fly for Alice and Paul
causing their lives to change in so many different and amazing ways.
Paul slid his hands around the small of her back. He gave it a little push bringing her closer to him. He deepened the kiss. Hearing Adnan in the kitchen had set his heart racing. He’d imagined for a split second that Alice would want the man standing in her kitchen, his skin bearing no scars. But hearing her say she didn’t want Adnan then looking into his eyes and repeating those words was more than he, Paul, could have ever asked for. He lifted his head as he cupped one side of her face.
“So beautiful, you are so very, very beautiful.”
“So are you,” she replied as she reached forward.
Paul pulled back he smiled at her sound of frustration. “Calm, just be calm.”
“Calm?” Alice queried.
“Yes, calm,” he replied as he pulled her fully against him. He bent his head kissing her neck. “Don’t think for one moment I won’t fulfill our desires tonight.”
“I didn’t say that” she said as her head lulled back. She ran her hand lightly over the back of his head, loving how he was making her feel. “Paul,” came her small sigh.
Paul lifted his head, stepped back and turned her so she was facing the wall.
“Paul.” She placed her hands on the wall anchoring herself.
“Shh.” He stepped back up to her. He grasped the material of her skirt, bunching it in his hands. “You look so damn good tonight,” he whispered as his hand grazed her thigh.
“Yes, I love this dress. You will have to wear it again for me.” He kissed her ear. “And only me,” he whispered.
“Yes,” Alice cooed.
“Good.” His hand traveled slowly over the front of her thighs, until he reached her panties. He skimmed the material covering her mound.
“Silk?” he questioned as he unbuttoned his pants, thankful he’d opted for loose fitting khakis.
“Lace, crotchless lace.”
“And who gave you crotchless panties?” He questioned. If it was another man he would rip them off and burn them never wanting another’s intimate gift on his woman’s body. If was a friend of hers he would have to thank them for giving him immediate access to pleasure his woman.
“Clarita. She gave them to me as a gift for tonight.” Alice replied breathless.
Thank heavens. “I’ll have to thank her the next time I see her,” Paul replied as he wrapped his arm around her waist lifting her
Author EA Hunt was born the youngest of William and Natlean Bills’ four children. EA was raised in Joliet, IL; an suburb of Chicago, and went to college at Kentucky State University where she earned her Bachelor’s Degree in Liberal Arts and sung in the Gospel Ensemble. EA had two daughters, Tayla Elizabeth and Ava Elease. EA, Tayla and Ava reside in Marietta, Ga, an suburb of Atlanta, Ga.