No Other Lover Will Do. Cheris Hodges

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      NO OTHER LOVER WILL DO

      Kandace stormed into her room and thought about calling the front desk to complain about that jackass. No matter how cute he was, she would not succumb to his smooth voice and killer body. At least she didn’t give him her name.

      Well, if I see him again, I’m just going to ignore the horn dog, she thought as she peeled off her wet suit and headed for the shower.

      Still, as she stood in the shower, her mind wandered back to his haunting eyes, and despite herself, when she felt the lick of the water against her neck, she thought of his lips and tongue being there. Kandace quickly shut off the water.

      Just as she finished drying off and rubbing lotion on her skin, there was a knock at the door.

      “Yes,” she said as she wrapped herself in the robe and looked through the peephole.

      “Delivery for Kandace Davis,” the hotel messenger said. Kandace opened the door and accepted the large white box.

      Kandace looked at the box wondering who sent her a gift. There was no card on the outside of the box, so Kandace opened it. Inside, she found a red fur bikini. She lifted the barely there garment from the box and a card fell to the floor. She dropped the box on the bed and picked up the card.

      I want to see you in this and then I want to see it on the floor. It was signed, The Jackass.

      Also by Cheris Hodges

      JUST CAN’T GET ENOUGH

      LET’S GET IT ON

      MORE THAN HE CAN HANDLE

      BETTING ON LOVE

      Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

      No Other LOVER Will Do

      CHERIS HODGES

       Kensington Publishing Corp. http://www.kensingtonbooks.com

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      It’s hard to thank everyone who stood by my side while I wrote this novel. First, I have to thank Irene Russell for her insight and for answering my nursing questions. Thank you for being a good friend.

      Thanks to my tattoo artist, Joe Hart, who allowed me to come and bounce ideas off him, and for the wonderful skin art.

      To my family, every member, especially my mom and dad, Doris and Freddie Hodges, for all of the support and love.

      Thank you to all of the members of the Cheris F. Hodges Book Club. You guys rock and I couldn’t do this without you.

      To the SBS Book Club, Sistah Friend’s Book Club, the PWOC Book Club, Yolanda Cuttino and the Sistah Unlimited Book Club, thank you for everything.

      And last but certainly not least, to the reader with this book in her (or his) hands. Thank you for allowing me into your world.

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER 1

      CHAPTER 2

      CHAPTER 3

      CHAPTER 4

      CHAPTER 5

      CHAPTER 6

      CHAPTER 7

      CHAPTER 8

      CHAPTER 9

      CHAPTER 10

      CHAPTER 11

      CHAPTER 12

      CHAPTER 13

      CHAPTER 14

      CHAPTER 15

      CHAPTER 16

      CHAPTER 17

      CHAPTER 18

      CHAPTER 19

      CHAPTER 20

      CHAPTER 21

      CHAPTER 22

      CHAPTER 23

      CHAPTER 24

      CHAPTER 25

      CHAPTER 26

      CHAPTER 27

      CHAPTER 28

      CHAPTER 29

      EPILOGUE

      CHAPTER 1

      Solomon Crawford turned his back to the buxom blond model lying beside him. She was on the cover of Maxim this month and he thought it would’ve taken him longer to get her in bed. In reality, it had only taken him two hours and a bottle of expensive champagne to get “what’s her name” to drop her panties and give him what every man in America wanted. But for all her beauty and silicone, she was a complete bore in bed. The woman lay there just like a sack of flour and Solomon had never been more disappointed. He probably would’ve had more fun watching paint dry or grass grow.

      The red numbers on the alarm clock next to the bed read four-thirty. Hell, the room is paid for, he thought as he rose from the bed. Solomon didn’t even try to be gentle or quiet as he reached for his discarded Armani slacks and Italian leather loafers.

      “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice deepened by sleep.

      “Home,” he said.

      “But, I thought we could…”

      “Listen, we’re done. And honestly, there’s nothing you can say or do to make me want to spend another minute with you,” Solomon said as he buttoned his shirt. “The room is paid for, but checkout is at noon.”

      “You’re going to leave me here alone?” she asked incredulously. “How can you do this to me? Do you know who I am?”

      Solomon shrugged as he picked his jacket up from the armchair near the door. “Just another piece and not a very good one,” he said, then walked out the door. Solomon heard a crash as he headed down the hall to the elevator. Maybe if she’d shown that kind of passion in bed he would’ve stayed until at least five. Solomon chuckled as he stepped onto the elevator and rode to the W Hotel’s parking garage. She, like so many before her, would get over it and have a great story to tell about her night in Solomon land.

      Solomon Crawford was the kind of man that women couldn’t help but get naked for. He had money, power, and model good looks. To the many women he’d bedded, he was an untamable stallion they had to ride at least СКАЧАТЬ