Forbidden: Interracial Heat #2
It’s 1962, and eighteen year-old Kyle has taken a summer job as a grocery store stocker to earn money for books for college. It’s easy work, and Kyle likes that he can do his job without bothering anyone, and without anyone but Mr. Lefker, his boss, and Wily, the senior stocker, bothering him.
Except on Wednesdays.
Wednesdays are Willy’s day off, so Kyle has to fill in and deliver groceries to the suburbs in Willy’s place.
In Kyle’s view, the only good thing about the extra work is that he might earn tips from some of the kinder and more generous housewives. But then he discovers that delivering groceries can expose him to other good things.
Mrs. Phillips is young and beautiful – one of the most beautiful women Kyle has ever seen. From the moment he lays eyes on her, he’s smitten. But there’s nothing he can do about it. She’s a married woman, after all. And even if she were single, most of society would frown on them even being friends, much less acting out the passionate encounters that play out in Kyle’s daydreams. He knows that his daydreams about Mrs. Phillips will only ever be dreams…
…unless Mrs. Phillips is having similar fantasies about him.
In the second installment of the Interracial Heat series, S.L. Bishop once again ignites the pages with a tale of passion that proves that desire knows no color, and that the risks are worth the sweet reward, even in an era in which the reward is forbidden.
----------EXCERPT----------
It began as a tentative contact: Lips coming together cautiously, both needing but not sure what to expect.
It continued with growing urgency, as their passion heated and intensified.
In the end it was no different than any other kiss. The color of their skin didn’t matter. They were just a man and a woman burning with mutual desire.
Kyle wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer against him. She moaned as their bodies melted together, grinding through clothing as they instinctively tried to become one.
But then she pushed him away.
Disappointed, Kyle let her. Maybe she’d suddenly changed her mind, or maybe she’d only intended to tease him. Regardless, there was nothing he could do about it. To pressure or even to ask this white lady to finish what she’d started could cause him problems from which he might not recover.
“Not now,” Mrs. Phillips gasped. “People will see the truck out front. You have to come back later. Can you?”
“I get off work at seven,” Kyle said, wondering if she could hear him over his thudding heart.
“Then come back. Please”
“I will.” Nothing but God himself would keep him from coming back.
“Do you have a car? You can’t park here.”
“I have a bike,” he said.
“Oh, good.” She went to the back door and looked out through the screen. Kyle watched her, aching for her.
“Travers Road is just on the other side of those woods at the edge of the yard,” she said, “There’s maybe twenty yards of trees. Come that way, and leave your bike in the trees.” She turned back to him. “I’ll be right here, Kyle, waiting for you.”
Kyle collected the payment for the groceries. Then she kissed him again, and it felt like a desperate plea to him to keep his word. He said, “Okay Mrs. Phillips, I’ll be back.”
As he stepped through the door she said his name. He stopped on the stoop and turned back.
“My name is Janie,” she said.
----------END EXCERPT----------
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Except on Wednesdays.
Wednesdays are Willy’s day off, so Kyle has to fill in and deliver groceries to the suburbs in Willy’s place.
In Kyle’s view, the only good thing about the extra work is that he might earn tips from some of the kinder and more generous housewives. But then he discovers that delivering groceries can expose him to other good things.
Mrs. Phillips is young and beautiful – one of the most beautiful women Kyle has ever seen. From the moment he lays eyes on her, he’s smitten. But there’s nothing he can do about it. She’s a married woman, after all. And even if she were single, most of society would frown on them even being friends, much less acting out the passionate encounters that play out in Kyle’s daydreams. He knows that his daydreams about Mrs. Phillips will only ever be dreams…
…unless Mrs. Phillips is having similar fantasies about him.
In the second installment of the Interracial Heat series, S.L. Bishop once again ignites the pages with a tale of passion that proves that desire knows no color, and that the risks are worth the sweet reward, even in an era in which the reward is forbidden.
----------EXCERPT----------
It began as a tentative contact: Lips coming together cautiously, both needing but not sure what to expect.
It continued with growing urgency, as their passion heated and intensified.
In the end it was no different than any other kiss. The color of their skin didn’t matter. They were just a man and a woman burning with mutual desire.
Kyle wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer against him. She moaned as their bodies melted together, grinding through clothing as they instinctively tried to become one.
But then she pushed him away.
Disappointed, Kyle let her. Maybe she’d suddenly changed her mind, or maybe she’d only intended to tease him. Regardless, there was nothing he could do about it. To pressure or even to ask this white lady to finish what she’d started could cause him problems from which he might not recover.
“Not now,” Mrs. Phillips gasped. “People will see the truck out front. You have to come back later. Can you?”
“I get off work at seven,” Kyle said, wondering if she could hear him over his thudding heart.
“Then come back. Please”
“I will.” Nothing but God himself would keep him from coming back.
“Do you have a car? You can’t park here.”
“I have a bike,” he said.
“Oh, good.” She went to the back door and looked out through the screen. Kyle watched her, aching for her.
“Travers Road is just on the other side of those woods at the edge of the yard,” she said, “There’s maybe twenty yards of trees. Come that way, and leave your bike in the trees.” She turned back to him. “I’ll be right here, Kyle, waiting for you.”
Kyle collected the payment for the groceries. Then she kissed him again, and it felt like a desperate plea to him to keep his word. He said, “Okay Mrs. Phillips, I’ll be back.”
As he stepped through the door she said his name. He stopped on the stoop and turned back.
“My name is Janie,” she said.
----------END EXCERPT----------
Forbidden: Interracial Heat #2
It’s 1962, and eighteen year-old Kyle has taken a summer job as a grocery store stocker to earn money for books for college. It’s easy work, and Kyle likes that he can do his job without bothering anyone, and without anyone but Mr. Lefker, his boss, and Wily, the senior stocker, bothering him.
Except on Wednesdays.
Wednesdays are Willy’s day off, so Kyle has to fill in and deliver groceries to the suburbs in Willy’s place.
In Kyle’s view, the only good thing about the extra work is that he might earn tips from some of the kinder and more generous housewives. But then he discovers that delivering groceries can expose him to other good things.
Mrs. Phillips is young and beautiful – one of the most beautiful women Kyle has ever seen. From the moment he lays eyes on her, he’s smitten. But there’s nothing he can do about it. She’s a married woman, after all. And even if she were single, most of society would frown on them even being friends, much less acting out the passionate encounters that play out in Kyle’s daydreams. He knows that his daydreams about Mrs. Phillips will only ever be dreams…
…unless Mrs. Phillips is having similar fantasies about him.
In the second installment of the Interracial Heat series, S.L. Bishop once again ignites the pages with a tale of passion that proves that desire knows no color, and that the risks are worth the sweet reward, even in an era in which the reward is forbidden.
----------EXCERPT----------
It began as a tentative contact: Lips coming together cautiously, both needing but not sure what to expect.
It continued with growing urgency, as their passion heated and intensified.
In the end it was no different than any other kiss. The color of their skin didn’t matter. They were just a man and a woman burning with mutual desire.
Kyle wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer against him. She moaned as their bodies melted together, grinding through clothing as they instinctively tried to become one.
But then she pushed him away.
Disappointed, Kyle let her. Maybe she’d suddenly changed her mind, or maybe she’d only intended to tease him. Regardless, there was nothing he could do about it. To pressure or even to ask this white lady to finish what she’d started could cause him problems from which he might not recover.
“Not now,” Mrs. Phillips gasped. “People will see the truck out front. You have to come back later. Can you?”
“I get off work at seven,” Kyle said, wondering if she could hear him over his thudding heart.
“Then come back. Please”
“I will.” Nothing but God himself would keep him from coming back.
“Do you have a car? You can’t park here.”
“I have a bike,” he said.
“Oh, good.” She went to the back door and looked out through the screen. Kyle watched her, aching for her.
“Travers Road is just on the other side of those woods at the edge of the yard,” she said, “There’s maybe twenty yards of trees. Come that way, and leave your bike in the trees.” She turned back to him. “I’ll be right here, Kyle, waiting for you.”
Kyle collected the payment for the groceries. Then she kissed him again, and it felt like a desperate plea to him to keep his word. He said, “Okay Mrs. Phillips, I’ll be back.”
As he stepped through the door she said his name. He stopped on the stoop and turned back.
“My name is Janie,” she said.
----------END EXCERPT----------
Except on Wednesdays.
Wednesdays are Willy’s day off, so Kyle has to fill in and deliver groceries to the suburbs in Willy’s place.
In Kyle’s view, the only good thing about the extra work is that he might earn tips from some of the kinder and more generous housewives. But then he discovers that delivering groceries can expose him to other good things.
Mrs. Phillips is young and beautiful – one of the most beautiful women Kyle has ever seen. From the moment he lays eyes on her, he’s smitten. But there’s nothing he can do about it. She’s a married woman, after all. And even if she were single, most of society would frown on them even being friends, much less acting out the passionate encounters that play out in Kyle’s daydreams. He knows that his daydreams about Mrs. Phillips will only ever be dreams…
…unless Mrs. Phillips is having similar fantasies about him.
In the second installment of the Interracial Heat series, S.L. Bishop once again ignites the pages with a tale of passion that proves that desire knows no color, and that the risks are worth the sweet reward, even in an era in which the reward is forbidden.
----------EXCERPT----------
It began as a tentative contact: Lips coming together cautiously, both needing but not sure what to expect.
It continued with growing urgency, as their passion heated and intensified.
In the end it was no different than any other kiss. The color of their skin didn’t matter. They were just a man and a woman burning with mutual desire.
Kyle wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer against him. She moaned as their bodies melted together, grinding through clothing as they instinctively tried to become one.
But then she pushed him away.
Disappointed, Kyle let her. Maybe she’d suddenly changed her mind, or maybe she’d only intended to tease him. Regardless, there was nothing he could do about it. To pressure or even to ask this white lady to finish what she’d started could cause him problems from which he might not recover.
“Not now,” Mrs. Phillips gasped. “People will see the truck out front. You have to come back later. Can you?”
“I get off work at seven,” Kyle said, wondering if she could hear him over his thudding heart.
“Then come back. Please”
“I will.” Nothing but God himself would keep him from coming back.
“Do you have a car? You can’t park here.”
“I have a bike,” he said.
“Oh, good.” She went to the back door and looked out through the screen. Kyle watched her, aching for her.
“Travers Road is just on the other side of those woods at the edge of the yard,” she said, “There’s maybe twenty yards of trees. Come that way, and leave your bike in the trees.” She turned back to him. “I’ll be right here, Kyle, waiting for you.”
Kyle collected the payment for the groceries. Then she kissed him again, and it felt like a desperate plea to him to keep his word. He said, “Okay Mrs. Phillips, I’ll be back.”
As he stepped through the door she said his name. He stopped on the stoop and turned back.
“My name is Janie,” she said.
----------END EXCERPT----------
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| BN ID: | 2940013914698 |
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| Publisher: | S. L. Bishop |
| Publication date: | 02/13/2012 |
| Series: | Interracial Heat , #2 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 41 KB |
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