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Pleasure Seekers

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by Rochelle Alers
     
 

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From national bestselling author Rochelle Alers comes a sizzling, sensuous story of three diverse thirtysomething women whose lives are forever changed when they are invited to join the exclusive world of the Pleasure Seekers.

Ilene is a captivatingly beautiful supermodel, Faye is an award-winning advertising executive and Alana is a brilliant

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From national bestselling author Rochelle Alers comes a sizzling, sensuous story of three diverse thirtysomething women whose lives are forever changed when they are invited to join the exclusive world of the Pleasure Seekers.

Ilene is a captivatingly beautiful supermodel, Faye is an award-winning advertising executive and Alana is a brilliant editor for today's hottest fashion magazine. Now all three women are caught in the whirlwind of the superrich and famous. They find themselves the objects of the desires of every man—from movie stars, politicians, CEOs and rock stars to European royalty—men for whom there are no limits, nothing is too expensive, nothing is forbidden.

From Manhattan to Paris to Southampton, their new worlds are a torrent of sensual delights and unlimited luxuries. But will they ultimately discover that all the money and power in the world mean nothing without…love?

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"...absolutely wonderful. The characters are deftly crafted, with believable problems and strong personalities. Readers will be absorbed by their stories as they search for love, success and happiness."
— RT Book Reviews on PLEASURE SEEKERS

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780373830367
Publisher:
Kimani Press
Publication date:
01/01/2007
Pages:
544
Product dimensions:
5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.10(d)

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Pleasure Seekers


By Rochelle Alers

BET

Copyright © 2007 Rochelle Alers
All right reserved.

ISBN: 037383036X

The pool room at the Four Seasons

"Tell me what's wrong with this picture, girlfriend? I'm a young, educated, professional black woman living with a man who says I'm everything he wants in a woman, yet he refuses to commit."

"Alana Gardner, we're celebrating your birthday dinner, and I don't want to spend the next couple of hours listening to you bitch and moan about Calvin McNair."

The glow from a votive candle turned Faye Ogden into a figure of shimmering gold when she leaned over the table. The flickering flame flattered the burnished under-tones in her tawny-brown face and highlighted the gold in her eyes, and the short texturized hair dyed an attractive blond color.

"What's wrong is that you've allowed a trifling ass, no-account Prince wannabe to shack up with you while he waits for his big break. Damn, girl, that parasite will hang around until he decides he wants out, then he'll go off and marry someone half his age and live happily ever after. You know what Oprah says, "Show him the door!"

"That's easier said than done, Faye."

"Whose name is on the lease? Yours or Calvin's?"

"Mine, of course."

"Then it should be easy for you to get rid of him, Lana." Shaking her head in disbelief, Faye stared at Alana. Her best friend was tall, full-figured and drop-dead beautiful, but the talented magazine editor had always sought attention from the wrong people. Her live-in lovermay have been what Alana wanted, but Calvin couldn't or wouldn't ever offer her what she needed most for emotional stability.

Shaking her head, black curly hair moving sensuously over her shoulders, Alana folded her arms under her breasts. "I can't."

"You can't? Or you don't want to?"

Alana picked up her wineglass and took a deep swallow. "Why are you being a bitch tonight?" Her dark, slanting eyes narrowed.

"You think I'm a bitch because I tell you what you don't want to hear? Grow up, Alana. You turned thirty-three last week, and the dog you call your man didn't even have the decency to come home."

"He was rehearsing at the studio."

"And you believe that?"

"Why shouldn't I? I love and trust Calvin."

"You house him, feed him, wash his clothes, then spread your legs whenever he wants a free fuck!" She'd whispered the expletive. "And he couldn't give up strumming a guitar for a few hours to celebrate your birthday with you? I'm not being judgmental, Lana. I've been there. I divorced a man who cheated on me because he didn't even try to hide his indiscretions. I loved him, too, but not more than I love myself. You're going to have to make your mind up whether you love Calvin more than you love Alana."

"Are you sure you haven't been eavesdropping on my therapy sessions?" Alana's eyelids fluttered as she blinked back tears.

Faye smiled. "Quite certain. You're my sister-girl, Lana, and I want to see you happy."

Sniffling, Alana blotted her eyes with a cocktail napkin. "Are you happy, Faye?"

There was a pulse beat of silence before Faye said quietly, "Yes, I am."

"I don't know how you do it."

"Do what?"

"Abstain."

"I don't miss what I don't have." Looking up, Faye caught the eye of their waiter. "I'm going to order a bottle of champagne."

Alana's full lips parted in a smile, exhibiting teeth she'd spent a small fortune straightening and whitening. "What are we celebrating?"

"Your birthday and our friendship."

"I'll drink to that."

Enid had heard enough, and signaled her waiter. "Please let Alain know I'd like a word with him."

"Yes, Ms. Richards."

The maître d' approached Enid Richards's table.

"Yes, madam?"

Enid beckoned him closer. "Alain, tell me what the two women sitting behind me look like." Her voice was low and mysterious.

"They are very beautiful, madam."

Enid smiled, realizing her internal radar was as sharp as ever.

She reached into her purse, took out a small monogrammed silver case and removed two business cards and a pen. She scrawled Please call me--E on the pale blue vellum.

Handing them to Alain, she said, "Please enclose my cards when they're given their check."

Eavesdropping on Alana and Faye's conversation and a second cocktail helped ease Enid's annoyance with the figures in the binder in front of her.

A cell phone rang at a nearby table, and Enid stared at the man who'd neglected to turn off the ringer. The Four Seasons' hard-and-fast rule of No Cell Phones was strictly enforced. After the first infraction it wasn't unusual that subsequent reservations were denied a patron because the distraction impinged on the restaurant's reputation of dining in a peaceful atmosphere.

Her glance strayed from the table, and she sat up straighter, all of her senses on full alert as she watched a tall, impeccably dressed black man approach her table.

She inhaled the tantalizing scent of Marcus Hampton's specially blended cologne as he leaned over and kissed her cheek. Enid met his direct stare, an unconscious smile softening her mouth.

"Sorry about being late," he apologized. "I would've called, but their policy about no cell phones..." His words trailed off when he saw the inviting look in Enid's eyes.

"Perhaps," Marcus continued, "the next meeting should be at your place."

Enid patted the leather seat. "Please sit down, Marcus. Would you like a cocktail before we order dinner?"

Marcus wanted to tell Enid he needed more than a drink. He needed her. "Yes." He gave his drink order to the waiter.

Enid noticed the frown line between Marcus's large gold eyes. It wasn't often she saw him scowl and it bothered her because the expression marred his near-perfect face.

Obsessed with beauty and perfection, she'd found herself momentarily mute four years before when first introduced to Laurence Marcus Hampton at an art auction in Sag Harbor, Long Island; they'd exchanged business cards. A month had passed before Marcus called and invited her to another fund-raising event with him.

She'd accepted his invitation, and over the next three months they slipped into a relationship that was socially beneficial for both of them.

Then everything changed when they left a snowy New York City to spend a week on a private island in the Caribbean, sleeping late, drinking potent tropical concoctions and endlessly making love. Marcus was the first man who'd shared her bed, Enid realized, whose libido surpassed hers. The fact that at fifty-six she was twenty-two years his senior was of no consequence once they merged business and pleasure.

Enid picked up a menu and handed it to Marcus. "Order for me, please." Marcus's black eyebrows in an equally dark face lifted.

Enid smiled, knowing she'd shocked him with the request because she never permitted anyone to make a decision for her. But tonight was the exception. Her earlier frustration had diminished within seconds of her eavesdropping on the conversation in the other booth.

She stared surreptitiously at her dining partner. Marcus was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. His slender proportioned physique, angular sable-brown face with chiseled cheekbones, strong nose and firm mouth afforded him fashion-model status. His large, deep-set, gold-flecked eyes were his face's most noticeable feature. Their color, so incongruent to his dark complexion, glowed with a light that mesmerized her.

She smiled. L. Marcus Hampton was her lover and business partner. He controlled her in bed and she controlled him out of bed. It had become a win-win combination.

Marcus's face relaxed as he studied the entrées. During the time he had come to know Enid Richards intimately he'd never presumed to make a decision for her. In bed he neither conferred, debated nor compromised.

"Rack of lamb and steamed asparagus."

Enid pressed her back to the banquette. "Excellent choice. What are you having?"

"Couscous and a salad."

"Are you back on your vegetarian diet?"

"Only until the end of the month. I'm alternating two weeks on, two weeks off red meat."

When she reached over and covered Marcus's hand, she felt his fingers tense before relaxing under her light touch. "What's wrong?"

Marcus met her direct gaze. "Nothing. Let's eat, then have our meeting so I can go home and finish grading papers."

He knew he hadn't been truthful. There were a lot of things wrong with their relationship. Whenever Enid summoned, he came running, responding to her like Pavlov's dog to his master's bell.

He'd tired of playing the game she played better than any woman he'd ever known. She ran Pleasure Seekers with the dogged determination of a CEO of a Fortune 500 company; however, along the way, Marcus felt as if he'd become one of her clients. The only difference was, she paid him for his services, not the reverse.

Enid sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing. "To save time we can discuss business while we eat."

"It's your meeting."

She went completely still. Something was bothering him, and he had just lied to her. If they'd met at her office or in her home she would've pressed the issue, but not here.

Her delicate jaw hardened. "Well, I compared April figures to March, and profits are down. We picked up two very wealthy clients last month, and you predicted business would increase."

Marcus reached for the binder, flipping pages. "We've already discussed this, Enid. Did you read the activity schedule? The overall number of contact hours is down ten percent. They've been on the decline for the past six months."

Enid stared at the monthly percentages. "They're always off between Thanksgiving and Valentine's Day, but pick up again in the spring." Her gaze shifted to Marcus's impassive expression. "Tell me, if you were a client of Pleasure Seekers, who would you like?"



Continues...


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Meet the Author

Hailed by readers and booksellers alike as one of today's most popular African-American authors of women's fiction, Ms. Alers is a regular on bestsellers list, and has been a recipient of numerous awards, including the Vivian Stephens Award for Excellence in Romance Writing and a Zora Neale Hurston Literary Award. Visit her Web site www.rochellealers.com

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book! Once I started, I couldn't put it down. This is one of Ms. Alers' best!
AuthortiffanyTH More than 1 year ago
This is the first and definitely wouldn't be my last novel I read by Rochelle Alers. I really like this book and I also like her style of writing. The story was center of Ilene, Faye and Alana who entered into a world of Pleasure Seekers. This book was good starting from the first page to the last, I will recommend this book to anyone. Rochelle Alers did a great job, cannot wait to read other books by this author!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is off the hook. I read it TWICE in one week!!! I could not get enough of the story that Ms. Alers was telling in this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
a must read
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have been a long-time fan of Alers and she did not disappoint! The book was great, a little fantasy at times, but overall I loved it.
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Great read
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Loved this book. Every time I went to put this book down, I found myself still reading 20 mins later. Going to look for another book by Rochelle Alers
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"Sure." Slowly touches the area. "An I ok? Tell me if it hurts."