About the Book
Title: C.A.K.E The Complete Series
Author:
RaeLynn Blue
Genre:
Erotic Contemporary Romance, Interracial Contemporary Romance
Sinfully decadent and seductive, the stories in this
five volume set involve the workers of C.A.K.E. advertising firm. High stress
and tight competition–in and out of work–makes the employees more than ready to
let off a little steam.
And if they find love along the way, well, that’s
even sweeter.
This collection includes:
C.A.K.E.
AN ENGLISH ROSE
TULIPS FOR TONICA
IRISH LUCK
ICING ON THE CAKE
C.A.K.E.
AN ENGLISH ROSE
TULIPS FOR TONICA
IRISH LUCK
ICING ON THE CAKE
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Book Excerpts
Excerpt 1 (C.A.K.E)
Funny. The city of Greensboro
decided to throw Stephen a ‘keys to the city’ celebration at his own home. Here,
we’ll celebrate your accomplishments. It seemed entirely backwards to her.
With a shrug, she inhaled, closing her eyes to increase the intensity of the
garden’s aroma, so wonderful and light. Exhaling in regret, she slowly opened
her eyes. All across the gently rolling land, darkness claimed trees, bushes,
flower beds, and benches. Most people’s backyards didn’t look like Central
Park. But then most people weren’t Stephen Silver.
Smirking, she thought about her
boss. He had everything, even her love—albeit unrequited, though he hardly knew
it. She, purely and simply, only ranked as just another of his many employees.
The slices of vanilla and chocolate cake being passed out were physical puns on
the name of his company—CAKE. He owned CAKE—Commercial Advertising for
Kernersville Enterprises, an advertising firm in Greensboro. It had originally
begun in Kernersville, a small town nestled in the Triad area, and hence the K
in CAKE. Stephen moved the business to Greensboro within a short time after
launching the company. CAKE also provided print, online, and television
advertisement developments for area businesses and government offices.
“Now, there is a wonderful
view,” came the deep resonant voice from behind her.
The triangle between her thighs
warmed at the rich sound of it. He was like a keyless remote; he spoke and her
legs unlocked. She caught herself melting and straightened up, tucking her
rogue hair behind her ears. Tonight she’d stand her proverbial ground and not
give in to whatever Stephen Silver wanted.
“Evening, Mr. Silver,” she said,
hating the little pant that came after the words. Damn it—she sounded
breathless, like his every other female want-to-be lover. Pulling from her gut,
she summoned her courage and strength.
He pinned those eyes on her. Blue,
but burning in their intensity, they threatened to incinerate all her resolve.
Instead of hardening in her resolve, her heart skipped in response.
That damn smirk appeared on his
face as if he knew the effect he had on her.
“You know, when you refer to me as
Mr. Silver, it makes me sound like an arrogant asshole, so please call me
Stephen,” he said, breaking the thick silence.
“Yes,
Mr. Stephen.”
He laughed, taking his hands from
his pockets. “Just Stephen, please, Cree.”
“Yes, sir.” Cree wanted to
dissolve right there or swallow her own tongue—whichever would get her out of a
one-on-one conversation with her fantasy man. Once she thought it, she couldn’t
unthink it. As her thoughts raced through her mind, she blushed at every
fantastic detail of their pretend lovemaking she’d ever envisioned. The
fantasies always featured him and they sprang forward in two second intervals, like
some mental movie trailers of coming attractions.
He watched her intensely from
beneath those thick blonde lashes. With a squeak, she issued a fast goodbye.
Bolting for the doors, she nearly made it to safety, when he grabbed her arm
before she cleared the entrance.
“Stay awhile. There are some
things I want to talk to you about.”
His tone shifted, softened like
wet wood left out in the rain.
“You want to talk to me—sir?” She
allowed him to spin her gently around to face him.
She couldn’t pull the words back
after they left her mouth. Inside she groaned at the weakness in them, but she
had been too stunned to send them through her internal filter. They talked a
lot about business things, usually with a group of other people, but one on
one… alone? Goose bumps sprouted across her bare arms. She blamed the
breeze.
He now held both her arms, his
thumbs rubbing her bare skin, stroking her. They felt nice. If those two digits
caused this much pleasure, what would two hands bring, oh, and not just his
hands, but…
Excerpt 2 (Tulips for Tonica)
Carte Seay returned to his table,
picked up his saki, and tried to slow down the roar of blood and adrenaline
racing through him. He allowed himself a small smile. He’d done it. After weeks
of planning, his time had arrived. His stomach tightened in anticipation. Would
she be able to accept what he’d done? The lengths he had gone through to get to
this point? It’d been a big risk, but his good friend and client, Stephen
Silver, owner of C.A.K.E. had assured him that he, too, had done some very
dramatic things for love. He didn’t love Tonica, but he liked her very
much.
“Far be it for me to tell you what
to do, boss, but are you sure about this?” Tre Alexander, his bodyguard, asked
in a low rumble. “She is pretty, but you’ve dated more beautiful woman than her.”
“Beauty is in the eye of the
beholder, don’t you know, Tre? Besides, I like more than just her attractive
packaging.”
Carte smirked at the unsolicited
advice from his bodyguard and accountant. Tre not only handled Carte’s personal
finances, but he also owned an accounting firm that boasted several of the
larger businesses in the Greensboro area. Despite four years of partnership,
Carte never asked him about his personal life, but he’d never witnessed anyone
on the big man’s arm. A large man with wide shoulders, bald headed with
rippling muscles that conveyed sheer strength, Tre’s mental brilliance in
accounting disarmed many. Still, love advice didn’t appear to be one of Tre’s
many talents.
“Beauty, gold diggers, glory
hounds, everyone wants something,” Tre said, barely moving his lips. Even from
behind his dark sunglasses, Carte knew Tre saw everything.
Tonica is none of those. She’s a
smart woman, cunning and charming, funny and brilliant,” Carte explained, and
shrugged out of his suit jacket. “I want a chance, Tre. I missed it before. I’m
not going to let this one go. She, she could be the one.”
Tre snorted in disbelief. “The
one. This isn’t The Matrix, Seay. You’re already tangled up in a mess
with Shae.”
He shrugged. “My handling of
Shae’s claim has been a mistake.”
“Then there’s how you’re doing
this. You ask a woman outright. This thing you’re doing…” Tre shook his
head.
Carte scowled. “I know it’s
unconventional, but I had no choice. With the paparazzi…”
The scent of rain and lavender
caught his attention. Tonica approached, skirting through tables, her petite
legs moving with purpose. He noted that Tonica’s slick black raincoat hadn’t
done a good job of keeping her dry. With her clothes clinging to her like a
second skin, all of Tonica’s luscious curves had been put on display. Her
figure stole his breath, made desire tingle through him and stirred his cock.
The long-sleeved hunter-green tee-shirt revealed the outline of what appeared
to be a lace bra. Dark jeans, so wet they looked black instead of navy clung
stubbornly to hefty hips, tight buttocks, petite legs, and a waist thick, but
not sloppy. Tonica’s hair hung in long, wet waves to her shoulders. She had the
most amazing eyes, deeply dark brown, but surprisingly bright when something
caught her fancy or made her curious. Fighting back the hunger growling at the
base of his abdomen, Carte drank some more saki. Signaling the waitress, he
tapped the lip of the container for a refill.
“Ah, thank you for joining me,” he
said, standing up to get the chair for Tonica. He hoped the table blocked his
partially hardened cock. With quick movements, he risked her glimpsing it to
help her into her seat. He couldn’t keep his eyes from watching her round,
tight bottom, clad in a pair of soaked jeans, slide down into the chair. Lucky
wooden chair.
About the Author
RaeLynn Blue is the author of numerous tales of erotic contemporary romance and speculative romance. With an imagination that's varied and diverse, her tales explores love in all its many shades, situations and scenarios. She fell into romance stories at the ripe age of eleven and has been writing stories ever since. A humble scribbler of tales, RaeLynn is actively writing another story of lust, love, and romance.
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