Eric and Pheonna (eBook)

RJ Mquintosh (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
220 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-9875944-5-2 (ISBN)

Infos

An alpha- dominating CEO meets a snarky no nonsense tech geek, that dresses like a biker vixen instead of his new tech engineer. A Romantic novel filled with adventure, spice and laughs. A second chance romance. A Caribbean one-night stand plus a company merger equals an alpha CEO that's ready to stake his claim. An alpha male + an alpha female = more than either one can handle. A multicultural contemporary romance novel.

RJ Mquintosh has loved romance novels practically all her life. It was love at first read. I guess you could say romance is in her genes, being that her mother chose her name from a romance novel while she was pregnant with her. RJ writes for the love of it and finds the wide array of the romance genre her favorite past time.

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Eric From the first moment I saw her, I knew... And when she denied our connection, I still knew... But when she ran from my bed after our phenomenal night together- I was done playing nice. PheonnaHe was overwhelming from the very start. Too charming, too pretty, too wealthy and too powerful; definitely not my type. Then why did I sleep with him? And why do I see him in my dreams? And when we're miraculously thrown back into each other's lives, why do I ache for his touch? This is a HEA romance novel with lots of heat and fun. Book two of The Hunt Brothers Series. This is a stand-alone romance novel, but Book 1, Brenton and Rene is recommended as a first read and a great introduction to the lead characters of this book. This book will be loved by anyone who loves romance, loves spicey scenes and loves a good romantic comedy read with a happy ending.

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Prologue

Eric Hunt

I put away my laptop as the pilot and hostesses prepared the flight for landing. Wearily rubbing my forehead, I felt the familiar frustration that had been plaguing me since waking up two days ago to find Pheonna Katori gone from my bed. Leaning my head back and closing my eyes, I saw the face of the feisty, snarky, sexy, aggravating woman I couldn’t get out of my mind. It had been two days since I’d last seen her, but my senses remembered her as if she were sitting right next to me.

A few days ago, when I flew into Barbados to support my brother Brenton and his new wife at their wedding celebration, I had no idea, my world would end up being flipped upside down by one woman, one kiss and multiple orgasms.

Pheonna exuded a strong, vivacious, badass sexiness that I wasn’t used to in the women I dated. She didn’t care that I was well-off; in fact, she showed a disinterested disdain for it, as if it were the least significant thing about me. She didn’t try to impress me; she didn’t placate me with unwanted compliments.

As a matter of fact, she had ignored me for the duration of the wedding festivities, making no effort to engage in small talk or get to know me—even though we were practically family, with her best friend now married to my brother.

Having not gone on a vacation for a while, I flew into Barbados with my brother and sister-in-law, Rene, a few days before the wedding and stayed two days after. It was great spending time with Brenton and getting to know Rene better. My brother had met Rene True about two years ago, hired her as his assistant, and ended up falling in love with her and marrying her.

Go figure.

It was still a running joke between them how he repeatedly messed up and almost lost her.

Rene was wonderful, and I loved the changes she had brought into my brother’s life and, in some ways, my own as well. Having not grown up with a family except for Brenton, it was incredible to be accepted so closely into Rene and her mother’s fold.

The only person I hadn’t met, but kept hearing about, was Rene’s best friend, Phee, as she was affectionately called by Rene.

Pheonna got in the day before the wedding, looking like she had just stepped out of a photo shoot for Vogue magazine. She was gorgeous, from her sun-kissed skin to the nose stud she wore with elegant flair. She was confident, daringly funny, and not at all what I expected.

While she politely shook my hand and smiled, there was no mistaking the awareness that coursed through us like sharp whips of something alluring and painfully sexual. I felt desire run through my bones and into my core. Her breathless gasp and the tremor she tried to hide vibrated through me like the rhythms a drummer feels as he beats the drums. We wanted each other instantly, even though Pheonna fought that fact all the way to the wedding day, avoiding me after our initial introduction and using Rene like an offensive lineman to keep us apart.

She ensured she never sat next to me during meals, and she kept our verbal interactions to a minimum. But all her efforts couldn’t avoid the dance of best man and maid of honor, and she couldn’t escape the tasks that Rene and Brenton had put us in charge of. And she certainly couldn’t avoid my lips when they slammed into hers.

Even now, I felt the pull of that kiss and adjusted in my seat. Rene and Brenton had asked us to prepare for their hotel change after the wedding, ensuring that all their bags made it to their new suite without issues. Pheonna had tried to insist that it only required one person, but I had just grabbed her hand and pulled her along, promising my brother and Rene we would get it done. When Pheonna tried to pull her hand from mine, I held on for dear life, like a puppy to an escaping bone.

“What’s the matter, you don’t want to catch my cooties?” I smirked, raising an eyebrow even as I pulled her closer to me.

“As if I would ever allow myself to catch anything from you,” she jabbed back with a sardonic laugh.

I drew her into the elevator and slammed my lips into hers just as the doors shut. She stiffened like a mannequin, and I swore she was going to punch the shit out of me. I pulled back just long enough to see her eyes darken, her nipples pucker, and her breath catch, just before she kissed me back and changed my life forever. I remember thinking I needed to thank my brother for always choosing the penthouse, because it took a while for the elevator to reach the top, and I used every second I had to mold Pheonna to my body like clay in a sculptor’s hands.

I should have been embarrassed by my intense arousal, but instead, I pressed it into the apex of Pheonna’s hips, wanting her to feel what she had awakened in me. When she shuddered and moaned, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck, I knew there was no turning back for me.

When the elevator chimed our arrival at the penthouse, I pulled back just long enough to look into Pheonna’s dazed eyes and kissable lips. But I watched as she shifted right before my eyes, slipping back into the aloof, indifferent attitude she had been throwing at me since we met. She pushed out of my arms and practically ran out of the elevator.

“Look, that was a mistake. Let’s not do it again, okay?” she said, straightening her dress and forcing a smile. She definitely knew how to switch from hot to cold.

“Pheonna, we clearly have chemistry, so why are you pushing me away?” I searched her face, stepping closer even as she stepped back, like my touch had burned her.

Well, damn.

I’d never been turned down by a woman before, and I had to admit—it sucked. Especially with her. I should leave her alone; she clearly didn’t want me.

But that kiss.

I backed off to give her space, but I couldn’t help but pursue her softly.

“Pheonna, I’m sorry if I came on too strong. I felt something between us… and that kiss in the elevator tells me I’m not imagining things.” She just stared at me, so I pressed on. “Look, are you celibate? I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to come at you like that in the elevator. I do want you, but I also like you. I’d love to get to know you better. We just met, so I understand. We can take things slow.”

I stepped back into her space, and for a moment, she almost looked hurt, but then her expression turned serious, and her eyes went cold.

“You seem like a nice guy, Eric, but let’s just focus on the task at hand and get back to our lives. I’m not interested in anything beyond being here for my friend and getting back home.”

After that, I apologized, and we finished our wedding duties in silence, surrounded by a cloud of unspoken tension. We both put on our best faces for the rehearsal dinner, and by the wedding day, we’d moved past our little incident long enough to take some great pictures together.

Pheonna looked like a dream, and despite my promise to myself, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She knew she was beautiful, but she wasn’t flashy or vain about it. I saw her laugh at herself for having something stuck in her teeth, and I watched her get on her knees in her dress to fasten Ren’s mother’s shoes.

She was incredible.

And she wanted nothing to do with me.

By the time the best man and maid of honor dance came around, I was both exhausted from pretending and wound up from wanting her so badly, my mind felt off balance—and that never happened to me. Even though I knew she’d rather be anywhere but in my arms, I held her with easy confidence, determined to make her give me a chance. We fit together like peanut butter and jelly. She resisted at first, but after a minute, she relaxed in my arms, and I took the opportunity to try again.

“So, what’s the real reason you won’t give us a chance? Because I’m not buying what you said yesterday.” She had been avoiding eye contact, but then she turned those deep cognac eyes on me and let out a heavy sigh.

“You don’t give up, do you?” she remarked.

“No, not when it comes to something I want.”

“Do you always get what you want? It’s just like your type to be arrogant,” she shot back.

“I don’t always get what I want, actually. But that doesn’t mean I won’t fight like hell for it. And it doesn’t mean I don’t think I deserve it,” I said casually.

She looked almost appalled. “And you think you deserve to get me? Arrogant,” she muttered.

I smiled. “I think we deserve to get each other. And I’m not arrogant—I’m confident. I get the feeling you’re judging me by someone else’s mistakes. Don’t,” I said firmly, spinning her around and back into my arms like a pro.

Those dance lessons I took for a woman I was seeing last year were finally paying off, and I needed all the help I...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 17.1.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-13: 979-8-9875944-5-2 / 9798987594452