Nothing’s Sweeter than Candy

Release date: January 26, 2015
Nothing's Sweeter than CandyCandace Brown grew up believing in fairy tales that promised her a Prince Charming, a knight in shining armor, and a happily-ever-after ending. But at twenty-seven, with two failed relationships and a heart broken into pieces, the facts of life have opened her eyes to the truth: not everyone gets a happy ending—sometimes, all you get is “the end.”

Brice Coleman has never been in love, and he’s never been anyone’s knight in shining anything. Since entering the battle between the sexes at puberty, he has long enjoyed the spoils of war, one female conquest at a time. And then, a chance encounter engineered by fate changes his life in the blink of an eye, and brings him face to face with his destiny. A beautiful, emotionally fragile woman steals his heart.

With every intention to become a permanent fixture in Candace’s life, Brice is determined to protect the woman he loves—and heal her broken heart.

by Lotchie Burton

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Author Bio:
Lotchie Burton lives in the Pacific Southwest where perpetual sunshine warms her soul and fuels her imagination. Find Lotchie Burton at www.lotchieburton.com, on Facebook, and on Twitter @lotchieburton.

 

An excerpt from Nothing’s Sweeter than Candy:

Brice was nearly thirty minutes early for his meeting. He’d learned early on that timing was everything, and he made it a point to always be at the right place at the right time. Today would prove to be no exception to his rule.

At the end of the hall was an impressive mahogany wraparound desk occupied by a petite and attractive brunette. Glancing at the nameplate displayed on the desk, Brice smiled and introduced himself.

“Good morning, Ms. Johnston. My name is Brice Coleman. I’m here for a ten o’clock appointment with Mr. Charles Chancellor.”

“Good morning, Mr. Coleman,” she responded cheerfully. “I’ll let Mr. Chancellor’s secretary know you’re here.” He waited while she made the call.

“Mr. Chancellor is currently in a meeting, which should be ending shortly. In the meantime, you’re welcome to have a seat.”

“Sure. I can do that.”

Eyeing a recent copy of Sports Illustrated, he picked it up and began riffling through the pages, occasionally glancing up at the clock on the wall.

While absently turning pages, his ears picked up on a distant, distinct, and confident click of high heels tapping against the hard marble flooring. The sound grew louder as it came nearer, and a primal instinct as old as time instantly kicked into heightened awareness. Brice pretended to be engrossed in the magazine while anxiously awaiting the arrival of those as-yet-unseen heels. Timing was everything.

At the exact moment the sound breezed past his chair, his eyes rose to catch sight of a stunning pair of long, café-latte-brown legs sashaying by. His gaze traveled up their length and came to rest on a gorgeous round bottom, covered by a short-fitted skirt that swayed slowly from side to side in perfect sync with some erotic, unheard melody.

With his interest piqued, he quickly forgot the magazine in his hands. He covertly watched the woman’s purposeful, easy-flowing gait as she headed straight for the reception desk. Lucky for him, she stopped directly in front and afforded him an unobstructed view of her stunning backside. He had yet to see her face, but the view from behind was remarkable.

Her figure was long and lithe, and her shapely bottom stood high and firm above toned, muscular legs. They looked as though they belonged to a dancer or an athlete—and strong enough to squeeze a man tight as they wrapped around his waist, holding on and pulling him in deep. His cock stirred and twitched unexpectedly. Her heels were at least four inches high and accentuated the curve of her hips, the dip of her back, and the width of her shoulders. A full, springy, spiraling, reddish-blonde mane of hair stood out and hung low, brushing her neck and shoulders. She wore a two-piece custom-tailored suit in a rich, dark plum. Brice held his breath and waited expectantly.

“Good morning, Sylvia. How are you doing today?”

When Brice heard the first musical strains of her voice—a sound of unadulterated fantasy laced with seduction and steeped in sex—his immediate response was purely physical. His balls crawled up into his groin as his shaft thickened and tightened.

“Oh my goodness, Candace Brown! What a surprise. We haven’t seen you around here in a while.” Sylvia was obviously delighted to see her. “If you’re here to see Sarona, she’s not here. She’s out of town. Again.”

“Yes, I know.” Candace laughed, and an electrical shock swept through Brice’s body and made his hair stand on end. Musical notes danced in his head, and a pageantry of colors pulsed and glowed behind his eyes. Other musicians had described this euphoric phenomenon, of sound taking the form of indescribable emotion and color. He’d never believed in such a thing, until now. And God, what a rush.