Read an excerpt of Walk a Straight Line
You'll fall in love with Gina, Keith, Michael, Terence and Colleen. Coming Dec. 31, 2013
Two friends. Two brothers. Two weddings. Too many secrets. Who will cross the line?
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Chapter Excerpt:
“You were easily the best dancer on the dance floor.” Gina Price’s body responded to the Barry White voice from behind. After an energetic bout with the Cha-Cha slide, she’d sought respite at one of the now abandoned guest tables. Her now crushed gold satin dress bore the after-effects of her abandon, but she had no regrets. She’d just needed a brief power nap, and she’d be ready for round two. It took some effort but she opened her eyes. Starting with his shoes, her eyes swept his tall frame. The dark-blue suit fit him like a second skin. A jacket hung carelessly in one hand, while uncontrolled muscles popped from under his light blue shirt. His tie had been savagely loosened and now draped over his well-defined shoulders. At the end of her journey, she saw his face.Oh, my. He sounded like Barry White, but he looked like Shemar Moore. Uhm, pretty boys spelled trouble. Her voiced oozed honey when she uttered a low, “Thank you, but tell that to my aching feet.” Gina swayed her body to the up-tempo beat. “The deejay is doing his thing—’cause this crowd is pumped. I mean it’s almost midnight and nobody’s rushing home.” Shemar Moore chuckled. “Yes, this was some reception wasn't it? Terence and Colleen hadn't spared any expense because this wedding was top of the line.” “Hmm... Hmm... People will talk about this wedding for years to come,” Gina agreed. With the ice doves, to the still-glowing imported scented candles, orchid and lily centerpieces and crystal one-of-a-kind chandeliers, her head spun. Such opulence and grandeur made their wedding picture perfect from beginning to end. Even the weather had cooperated. Gina rubbed her bared shoulders and eyed the other members of the wedding party who still held it down on the dance floor. By the looks of it, it would be awhile before the festivities died down. She snickered. There’d be some back pains and sore limbs come morning. “Mind if I sit?” he asked.She had propped her feet on one of the empty chairs to rest them and admire the black, gold-encrusted, three-inched heels. Yup, the shoes were worth it. Colleen had dubbed them Men-fishing shoes.Well, she’d reeled in a live one. Gina moved her legs, and waved him into the chair next to her. “Not at all.” She didn't play coy.“I've been admiring you all evening. I couldn't leave without at least introducing myself. I’m Michael Ward—friend of the groom.” He extended his hand.Long tapered fingers... Groomed nails... She’d give him an eight. Gina realized he waited for a response. “I’m sorry,” she blushed and took his outstretched hand. “I’m Gina Price, best friend of the bride.”“Gina. Nice name,” Michael replied. “Thank you.” Okay, he bored her already. Time to cut this brother loose until he got some swag, or even a corny pickup line. So far, he held as much appeal as a Twinkie without the filling. Then she looked at him. Yup, he was worth a second try.She tilted her chin towards Colleen and Terence, and made small talk. “Look at them dancing like they’re the only two people in the room. I mean I had tears in my eyes when they recited their vows. And, doesn't Colleen make a stunning bride?” Terence had hired a top of the line makeup artist to do her face and hair, and the results were spectacular. Colleen looked like she could be on the cover of Vogue magazine, and Terence would fit right in with the men at GQ. He was handsome. Gina had to give him that. Yeah, a handsome devil. Pre-Order your Copy
Two friends. Two brothers. Two weddings. Too many secrets. Who will cross the line?
Pre-Order your Copy Today
Chapter Excerpt:
“You were easily the best dancer on the dance floor.” Gina Price’s body responded to the Barry White voice from behind. After an energetic bout with the Cha-Cha slide, she’d sought respite at one of the now abandoned guest tables. Her now crushed gold satin dress bore the after-effects of her abandon, but she had no regrets. She’d just needed a brief power nap, and she’d be ready for round two. It took some effort but she opened her eyes. Starting with his shoes, her eyes swept his tall frame. The dark-blue suit fit him like a second skin. A jacket hung carelessly in one hand, while uncontrolled muscles popped from under his light blue shirt. His tie had been savagely loosened and now draped over his well-defined shoulders. At the end of her journey, she saw his face.Oh, my. He sounded like Barry White, but he looked like Shemar Moore. Uhm, pretty boys spelled trouble. Her voiced oozed honey when she uttered a low, “Thank you, but tell that to my aching feet.” Gina swayed her body to the up-tempo beat. “The deejay is doing his thing—’cause this crowd is pumped. I mean it’s almost midnight and nobody’s rushing home.” Shemar Moore chuckled. “Yes, this was some reception wasn't it? Terence and Colleen hadn't spared any expense because this wedding was top of the line.” “Hmm... Hmm... People will talk about this wedding for years to come,” Gina agreed. With the ice doves, to the still-glowing imported scented candles, orchid and lily centerpieces and crystal one-of-a-kind chandeliers, her head spun. Such opulence and grandeur made their wedding picture perfect from beginning to end. Even the weather had cooperated. Gina rubbed her bared shoulders and eyed the other members of the wedding party who still held it down on the dance floor. By the looks of it, it would be awhile before the festivities died down. She snickered. There’d be some back pains and sore limbs come morning. “Mind if I sit?” he asked.She had propped her feet on one of the empty chairs to rest them and admire the black, gold-encrusted, three-inched heels. Yup, the shoes were worth it. Colleen had dubbed them Men-fishing shoes.Well, she’d reeled in a live one. Gina moved her legs, and waved him into the chair next to her. “Not at all.” She didn't play coy.“I've been admiring you all evening. I couldn't leave without at least introducing myself. I’m Michael Ward—friend of the groom.” He extended his hand.Long tapered fingers... Groomed nails... She’d give him an eight. Gina realized he waited for a response. “I’m sorry,” she blushed and took his outstretched hand. “I’m Gina Price, best friend of the bride.”“Gina. Nice name,” Michael replied. “Thank you.” Okay, he bored her already. Time to cut this brother loose until he got some swag, or even a corny pickup line. So far, he held as much appeal as a Twinkie without the filling. Then she looked at him. Yup, he was worth a second try.She tilted her chin towards Colleen and Terence, and made small talk. “Look at them dancing like they’re the only two people in the room. I mean I had tears in my eyes when they recited their vows. And, doesn't Colleen make a stunning bride?” Terence had hired a top of the line makeup artist to do her face and hair, and the results were spectacular. Colleen looked like she could be on the cover of Vogue magazine, and Terence would fit right in with the men at GQ. He was handsome. Gina had to give him that. Yeah, a handsome devil. Pre-Order your Copy
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