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Praise for Candy Caine

BECAUSE OF YOU “…Engrossing…a page turner… I would recommend this book!” — Romance Novels in Color “A sweet romance. I love the heartwarming ending.” — Library Thing

FLAVOR OF THE WEEK “Pure light-hearted fun. A really heart-warming read with endearing characters.” — LBAS Book Blog

FOR YOUR LOVE “…A cast of well-crafted characters you’ll want to cheer for…delightful story…” — Niambi Brown Davis, Author of Sanctuary “A sexy, fabulous read. I couldn’t put it down.” — Bertrice Small, New York Times bestselling author

MORE HEATED PLEASURES “…Candy Caine once again hits the right erotic sweet spots…” — Cynthia White, author of Awakened Desire “A roller coaster ride of erotic thrills… Great fun!” — Alice Gaylord, author of The Reluctant Handyman

NO STRINGS ATTACHED “Good quick read with sex, secrets, and trauma.” — Reading By The Book

SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR ME “A story about real relationships…the romance between Evie and Dillon is electric.Candy Caine’s writing is impressive.” — Latrivia S. Nelson, bestselling author of The Ugly Girlfriend

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Ariel and Ray Uncensored The Life and Loves of Ariel Jones, Volume 2

At First Sight

Because of You

Christmas with a Stranger

Dangerous Attraction

Flavor of the Week

For Your Love

Forever Yours

Heated Pleasures

It's Love That Really Counts

Justify My Love

Love with a Younger Man

More Heated Pleasures

Never Is Not Forever

No Strings Attached

Save the Last Dance for Me

Softly, As I Leave You

Forever in My Heart

Coming Soon: For the Love of Money



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Praise for Candy Caine

Also by Candy Caine



“Happy Birthday, baby,” Tom said from behind a basket of flowers.

“Thank you. I’d give you a big kiss, but I’d probably get a mouth full of mums.”

“Let me help you out, then,” he said, putting the basket down.

“Umm, better,” I said, kissing him.

Tom and I had been living together for nearly four months now and were engaged to be married. We’ve had our ups and downs, like most couples, but for the most part, I was content with the arrangement and deeply in love. As far as I was concerned, my tall, blond, blue-eyed lover was the one guy tailor-made for me.

“You better hurry and change,” he said. “Our dinner reservations are for seven-thirty.”

“I just got home a few minutes before you did. Give me fifteen minutes.”

“If that’s what you want, you got it. What’s fifteen minutes in a lifetime?”

“Everything—when you have a reservation for seven-thirty at Chico’s,” I quipped.

Tom laughed. I loved the sound of his deep, baritone laugh. It was like a welcome cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream on a chilly day.

Dinner and dancing at Chico’s made my birthday a treat. We both ordered the sirloin special smothered with caramelized onions. Between courses we danced to a three-piece band that seemed to know how to play only romantic songs. That way I got to remain in Tom’s strong, loving arms longer. I arrived home feeling wonderful. Dancing so close with the right man and drinking a great deal of the best champagne why wouldn’t I? Fingering the new diamond tennis bracelet that Tom had given me over dinner made the evening one that I would always remember.

Tom poured us both a nightcap before we danced our way into the bedroom. As he nuzzled my neck, I silently prayed we’d have many beautiful nights like this one and the music would never end.

“I love you, Jessica,” he said, covering my lips with his, as we fell back onto our bed. His gentle kiss became more passionate as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth and tangoed with mine. A beat later, the desire that had been simmering all night, thanks to our close dancing, exploded into full-blown lust.

As Tom’s lips slowly slipped down my neck, his hands fondled me through my clothing. It felt wonderful, but I needed to feel his flesh on mine, so I pulled away and removed my top and bra. Greedily, he suckled my breasts causing me to pool in my panties. I stretched my arm out to touch the bulge in his slacks, but he moved just out of my reach as he pulled off my panties. Just a tad mean, I thought—until he buried his head between my thighs. Sheer nirvana. Squirming as I enjoyed each pleasurable stroke, my body soon began to tremble as I started to experience such intense pleasure that had the power to steal my breath away. I grabbed a handful of Tom’s hair, pulling his head closer and his tongue deeper inside me a couple of beats before I imploded with a powerful orgasm that lasted several moments. Tom did not stop pleasuring me until my body was spent and still.

I reached for him. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, pushing them down beyond his narrow hips. I was so wet that his cock slipped in easily. He pumped slowly into me until we acquired a rhythm that steadily increased in speed until he erupted. Exhausted, Tom lay down next to me and whispered, “I love you, Jessica Earl.”

Looking into those beautiful blue eyes, I said, “I love you more, Tom Johnson.”


I didn’t feel as tired as I expected I would the following morning. Of course I’d rather call in sick and spend the day in bed with Tom, but it was out of the question for both of us.

“Earth to Jessica,” Evelyn Reyes chanted. We worked together in the mailroom of an advertising firm in Phoenix.

“Oh, sorry, Evelyn, I was lost in thought.” She caught me daydreaming about Tom and reliving the wonderful sensations that often accompanied them.

“I could see that. What are you doing for lunch?”

“I have to stop at the bank so I’ll probably pick up a sandwich at the deli.”

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