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Tender Loving Desire: Sex and Lies / Seduction and Lies (Harlequin Kimani Arabesque Series)by Donna Hill
Two classic TLC novels from Essence Bestselling Author Donna Hill
The women who sell Tender Loving Care body products are hiding a secret: they are undercover operatives in The Ladies Cartelthe flip-side organization of TLC Cosmetics. They have sworn an oath to never reveal their clandestine activities, so not even their closest/b>/b>
Two classic TLC novels from Essence Bestselling Author Donna Hill
The women who sell Tender Loving Care body products are hiding a secret: they are undercover operatives in The Ladies Cartelthe flip-side organization of TLC Cosmetics. They have sworn an oath to never reveal their clandestine activities, so not even their closest families and friends know about their covert lives.
Sex and Lies
Executive assistant extraordinaire and TLC agent, sexy Savannah Fields gets her next assignmentinvestigate corporate espionage at a construction site in New York City. But Savannah is in for the shock of her life when the trail of the dirty dealings, deception and adultery leads right back to her neat suburban split-level and her hunk of a husband, Blake!
Seduction and Lies
Danielle Holloway is the newest member of the TLC group. Her first assignment: infiltrate a ring of identity-theft criminals. With cool wit and seductive charm Danielle uses her skills to piece together the clues, and she's shocked to discover that a cloud of guilt hovers over her beau, the very sexy and charismatic Nick Mateo.
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Tonight would change her life. She knew it. Anticipation tingled in Savannah's veins. Had anyone asked her years earlier if she would ever be able to lead a double life, lie to family, friends and her husband about what she did in her spare time, she would have laughed in their faces. She spun her office chair away from her computer screen toward the ringing multiline phone.
"Billings and Tate, Attorneys-at-Law, Savannah Fields speaking."
"Hi, sweetheart," came the always chirpy voice.
"Hey, Mom." Savannah noticed the flashing blip on her computer screen from the corner of her eye, indicating a new e-mail. "What's up?" she asked as she opened the e-mail and read the note from her boss, Richard Billings. He needed a case file pulled to prepare for court. Savannah switched the call to her headset and walked to the file cabinet.
"I just wanted to remind you about the meeting tonight."
"I'll be there. I told Blake we were having our monthly pep meeting."
Mother and daughter chuckled.
"If Blake only knew what TLC really was," Claudia said.
"He'd have a fit." Savannah imagined the expression of appalled disbelief on her husband's face.
To the casual observer Savannah Fields was a highly paid paralegal for a small but busy corporate law firm in midtown Manhattan and married to Blake Fields, the very sexy architect and builder of upscale apartment complexes and office buildings. They lived a solid, upper-class lifestyle and enjoyed all of its perks. But Savannah, her mother and two dozen more New York women had a life that not even their closest friends would ever suspect.
"Well, tonight is important so try to get there early. I don't want you to miss out on anything and I want a good seat."
Savannah flipped through the files until she located the one she was looking for, then pushed the metal drawer shut. "You want me to pick you up?"
"No, I'll take my car."
"See you later, Mom, and no speeding," she warned. Claudia Martin was notorious for her lead foot.
Claudia scoffed at the reprimand. "I'll try."
"If you get there before I do, save me a seat. Gotta go. Love you." She smacked kisses into the phone before disconnecting the call.
She looked up into the deep-set green eyes of her boss, who was a dead ringer for an older version of the actor Keanu Reeves.
"Hey, Richard. I have that file for you." She reached for it on her desk and handed it over.
"Thanks. Look, I know this is short notice but I'm going to need you to stay a little longer tonight."
Her stomach knotted. "Tonight!" Her normally even timbre rose two octaves as she jerked her neck to the side.
Richard held up his hands and inadvertently took a step back. His friend and business partner Jack Tate had just been talking about a book by playwright and actor Tyler PerryDon't Make a Black Woman Take Off Her Earrings. He might not be up on all the black vernacular, but he got the sense that if Savannah took off her earrings at this precise moment he was in trouble.
"You know you will be paid well for the time. But I really need your help preparing for Monday."
Savannah pursed her lips and folded her arms beneath her C-cup breasts.
"Richard," she said, assuming her mother tone, "how many times have we been through this?" She pinched her lips and titled her head to the side.
Richard's hopeful expression turned sheepish.
She threw up her hand, palm facing Richard. "Don't answer. It was a rhetorical question. You can't keep waiting until the last minute. I know you're a brilliant attorney, which I hope to aspire to one day. But in the meantime I have a life, which begins promptly at 5:01 p.m." Her right brow rose to emphasize her point.
Richard took the well-deserved tongue lashing. They'd had this conversation at least once every couple of months for the past five years that they'd worked together. Savannah would chew him out, he took it and eventually she would help him out.
Any other time her "Richard traumas," which she'd dubbed these episodes, wouldn't be more than a minor annoyance, but today was different. However, she also knew that no matter what, Richard never asked her to do anything if he didn't really need her helpwhich was a lot.
Savannah blew out a breath. It was going to be a long night, but she could swing it.
"Fine," she conceded as they both knew she would. "But I'm warning you, I'm leaving at 7:00 p.m. sharp. And if you're not done then you explain to your client why he's going to jail."
Richard grinned, the dimple in his left cheek flashing. "Fair enough." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You're the best."
"I know," she grumbled, and reached for the ringing phone while waving Richard away.
"Billings and Tate."
Savannah's insides did a slow sensuous dance. Her eyes darkened and a warm smile moved languidly across her mouth.
"Hey, baby, yourself." She cuddled the phone close to her. "How's everything?"
"Busy as usual," Blake said with a light chuckle.
Savannah and Blake had been married for six years. Most people thought they were still newly-weds. Savannah adored her husband. He was the man she'd dreamed about since she was a little girl and when they met at an out of the way lounge in the West Village she knew that dreams did come true.
The attraction between them from the very first night was comparable to what authors who write romance novels call "hot and instantaneous." Blake wasn't just good-lookingBlake Fields was f-i-n-e, with a capital F. It always amazed her that she was the one who landed him. She knew she was no showstopper. Actually she was quite ordinary looking and had to watch her weight with the diligence of a priest trying to save soulsit was an unending job. But she cleaned up well, as she would tell herself when she looked in the mirror. She knew all the makeup tricks and what clothes complemented her solid frame. More often than not, many people mistook her for Nia Long. Not to mention that Savannah could make Blake Fields see heaven when they made love.
"Busy is good," she said in response to his statement.
"I think I'm going to have some exciting news to share but I don't want to be premature."
Savannah grew jumpy with excitement. "You know I hate secrets," she pleaded, although she kept plenty herself. "Can't you at least give me a hint?"
"Okay, you beat it out of me." He cleared his throat. "Remember I told you about the housing-complex deal that was on the table?"
"Yes." Her pulse kicked up a notch and she held her breath. The housing complex would revitalize downtown Brooklyn and was touted to be the biggest single development in decades in the area.
"W-ell." He drew out the word.
"Come on Blake," Savannah begged.
"We won the bid and they love my design."
"Blake!" she squealed, and jumped up from her seat. "Oh, my goodness, that's incredible. I knew you could do it, baby."
Blake laughed deep in his throat. "I am sailing! This is major. This project is so high profile. I'm going to be on the map for good."
"I'm so proud of you," she said, breaking down each word.
"This calls for a celebration. I thought we could go out tonight."
The wheels of elation came to a grinding halt.
"Tonight?" she croaked.
"Yeah." He paused. "Oh, you have that thing tonight."
She heard the disappointment in his voice. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think. There was no getting around missing the meeting at TLC, not to mention the extra time she would have to spend at work.
"Look, I'll be finished by nine, nine-thirty. It's Friday. Let's go for a late dinner and spend the day in bed tomorrow."
"Hmm, I like the sound of that already," he said, perking right up. "I'll make reservations at The Cabaret and I'll leave tomorrow in your very capable hands."
"Perfect," she purred into the phone. "I'll meet you at the restaurant no later than ten."
"Can't wait. I've been aching for you all day," Blake said, his voice growing thick.
Savannah squirmed in her seat and licked her lips. "I'll make it worth your while," she cooed.
"I intend to hold you to that. See you tonight."
"Love you," she whispered.
"Love you right back."
Slowly Savannah hung up the phone. Well, she certainly had her day cut out for her.
Meet the Author
Essence bestselling author Donna Hill began her career in 1987 with short stories and her first novel was published in 1990. She now has more than seventy published titles to her credit, and three of her novels have been adapted for television. Donna has been featured in Essence, the New York Daily News, USA TODAY, Black Enterprise and other publications.
Donna lives in Brooklyn, NY with her family.
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This duo of books by Donna Hill kept me alert and anxious. The characters are the girlfriends you would be blessed to have in your corner in good times and bad times. The men are sexy ,sincere,and devoted to their women (the way it SHOILD be for us all ) . They are the sisters that make you proud as they secretly keep our secrets and help secure our futures.