In Dangerously in Love, a stripper, a desperate housewife, and a sexually addicted husband take fatal attraction to a new level and reveal the extreme risks of falling in love.
Chanell Lawson, aka Sensation, is a premiere exotic dancer who is sick and tired of sex industry. She finally is ready to exchange her pole-dancing routine for a more traditional life. When she meets her ideal catch, however, Chanelle begins to suspect he has a dark side and soon fears that the man of her dreams may be her worst nightmare.
After three years of marriage, Dayna Reynolds believes getting pregnant will revitalize her failing marriage. But an absent husband won't help her chances. Feeling unattractive and unloved, a vulnerable Dayna easily succumbs to the advances of an enigmatic stranger.
Reed Reynolds seeks success by socializing with members of an elite society. His new associates would be shocked to learn his secret life a life so sordid it jeopardizes his marriage, financial stability, and any chance of a successful career.
Author Alison Hobbs delicately intertwines three dynamic characters and storylines to create an irrevocably catastrophic chain of events. With sensual language and suspensful plot twists, Dangerously in Love will leave readers breathless.
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About the Author
Allison Hobbs is a national bestselling author of more than thirty novels and has been featured in such periodicals as Romantic Times and The Philadelphia Inquirer. She lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Visit the author at AllisonHobbs.com and Facebook.com/Allisonhobbseroticaauthor.
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Dangerously in Love
By Allison Hobbs
Strebor BooksCopyright © 2007 Allison Hobbs
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Dayna Reynolds stared at the test stick, took a deep breath, and waited for it to turn pink. Nothing happened. It was negative...again. Stabbed by the familiar pang of disappointment, she closed the lid of the cushy toilet seat and sank down onto it. Inconsolably sad, she dropped her head in her hands. Then, overtaken by a sudden hot anger, she hurled the test stick along with the empty home pregnancy kit into the wastebasket. Another fifteen dollars wasted. The hell with home pregnancy kits; she would not give the E.P.T. manufacturers another red cent.
She'd stopped taking the Pill a month after her marriage...and now, three years later, she still wasn't pregnant.
No longer able to skirt the issue, she had to face the fact that she and Reed had a problem. She wrinkled her brow in thought. Surely, she wasn't the cause; she was as fertile as they come. Two abortions during her college years attested to that fact.
Reed, on the other hand, had no children and had never been accused of fathering a child. He took pride in having been responsible when he was young, wild, and single, using condoms even when his partner swore up and down that she was taking the Pill. Most of his friends had been making child support payments since their early twenties. Teasingly, Reed oftensaid that at the rate his buddies were still impregnating women, they'd be making child support payments well into their retirement years.
That line used to make her laugh, but today she found no humor in the fact that Reed's friends were procreating like jackrabbits. At thirty-four years old, her biological clock was ticking loud and fast. If she didn't conceive soon, she'd be at risk for all types of complications during pregnancy and while in labor. And if that wasn't bad enough, she'd read somewhere that a first-time pregnancy for women over the age of thirty-five was considered a geriatric pregnancy. Jeez!
Reed didn't seem the least bit concerned that they were childless.
Gloomily, she gazed around her beautiful mauve and gray bathroom. From the glitzy multi-colored shower curtains, plush bath mat, and thick towels and washcloths, to the soap trays and toothbrush rack -- everything was expensive and perfectly matched. Great care was given to every room in her spacious Mount Airy home, yet her lovely home provided little joy.
She wanted, no, needed a baby. The pain and yearning was constant and felt quite physical.
Something had to be done and it had to be done soon.
First, Reed had to get tested. He needed to take a sperm count test or something. But how could she bring up such a sensitive subject without bruising his ego? It was bad enough that she had a master's degree in special education and had been teaching for over ten years in the Philadelphia school district, earning a salary that more than doubled the money Reed made as an office manager at a telemarketing company.
He just wasn't ambitious enough.
After dating only six months, Dayna and Reed got married. Reed Reynolds, a product of the 'hood, was bi-lingual. He was articulate when necessary, but also fluent in hip street jargon and had convinced Dayna as well as her newly divorced parents that he had a plan to overcome his humble beginnings. That plan included obtaining an undergraduate degree from Penn's Wharton School. That prestigious degree would open many doors in corporate America, he'd said optimistically.
Dayna's father, Joshua Hinton, Esquire, typically overly cautious, was so easily won over by the charming future Wharton grad that he'd eagerly forked over twenty-five thousand dollars as a wedding gift to be used as a down payment on Dayna and Reed's Tudor-style home.
It was guilt money. Her father had left her mother after twenty-nine years of marriage. His new bride, or that bitch as Dayna's mother called her, seemed none too pleased about the wedding gift. Tough! Who cared what that home wrecker thought?
Though Dayna was a grown woman, the wound of her father's abandonment had yet to heal and it didn't help that she was being further traumatized because her father and mother were having what could only be called an adulterous affair. Her father had somehow managed to turn his former wife into his mistress. It was a shameful disgrace and it hurt to the core to see her mother reduced to other woman status.
Sucking her teeth in disgust, Dayna directed her ponderings to her own marital problems. Unbeknownst to her parents, Reed had dropped out of school, deciding that higher education was a waste of a black man's time. He said he could accomplish more by becoming a member of the PBP, the Professional Brothers of Philadelphia, and networking with the members whom he referred to as his brothers. Dayna dreaded having to break that news to her parents and decided not to share this information with them unless they asked her outright.
Now he was rarely at home; he seemed more like a guest than an actual resident of the household. Reed spent long hours after work involved in PBP business. He often went away for weekends to secretive locations with his professional brothers. Wives were never welcome.
Aside from the innate desire to bear a child, Dayna also believed a baby could save her floundering marriage. No doubt, Reed would balk at being dragged to her gyn-ecologist for testing, but perhaps he'd agree to see a male fertility specialist.
Buoyed by the idea of cajoling her husband into seeking help from a qualified physician, Dayna sprang up and trotted down the stairs to her fully equipped, ultra-modern kitchen. Preparing her husband's favorite meal might soften him up just enough so she could initiate the discussion of seeing a doctor.
And if it turned out that Reed had a low sperm, count or worse, if it turned out he was sterile, they'd at least know what they were dealing with and could make an informed decision on what to do. Artificial insemination, adoption, or perhaps there was some new miracle treatment for sterility? They'd never know if they didn't confront the problem.
"You really put your foot in this potato salad," Reed said cheerfully as he forked up another heap that instantly disappeared into his mouth. Dayna accepted the compliment with a proud smile, though she'd merely added a little Dijon mustard and a couple teaspoons of relish to the ready-made container she'd purchased from the Farmer's Market in Chestnut Hill. The chicken he'd already devoured, however, was breaded and fried by her own hands.
"Try the green beans," she encouraged sweetly. The fresh green beans seasoned with minced garlic and basil was also her own creation.
"Don't worry; I'll get to those in a minute. Hey, how come you're not eating?" he asked when he realized Dayna was sipping tea and had not prepared a plate for herself.
"No appetite." She shrugged. "I guess I did too much taste-testing while I was cooking."
In three short years, she'd ballooned from a size eight to size fourteen and she realized if she didn't cut back, she'd be an absolute blimp during and after the anticipated pregnancy.
Reed nodded in understanding and continued wolfing down the potato salad.
She briefly gazed at him with pure adoration. He was so good looking, with his bright brown eyes, wavy hair, and gorgeous kissable lips. Reed was definitely considered a pretty boy! Together, they'd make a beautiful child.
Wondering if it was the right time to bring up the subject that weighed heavily on her mind, Dayna took another sip of tea, watching Reed like a hawk as she tried to gauge his mood.
Taking a chance, she cleared her throat. "How was work?" she asked, easing into the sensitive discussion.
"Same ol' shit." He looked up. "That's why I'm glad
I joined the PBP. Those brothers are really about something.
"Yeah," he went on, "one of my brothers is hosting a meeting tonight at the Hilton Hotel on City Avenue. He's conducting a seminar for a new business venture that I'd love to get involved with while it's still on the ground floor. I'm gonna go check it out tonight."
"Tonight!" Dayna blurted. "I thought we'd spend a quiet evening together. You're hardly ever at home, Reed."
Reed pushed his unfinished plate away, shoved his chair away from the table, and stood up. "You're always complaining about my job...I don't make enough money... there's no potential for growth. I want to go to the meeting to get some information on a career where I might be able to make a decent income and call my own shots. Why are you trying to stop me?"
"That's not true, Reed. I don't complain about your job or any of your extracurricular activities. You know I'm one hundred percent supportive of -- "
"Cut the crap. You're always bragging about your education and your salary." His face twisted with what appeared to be hatred. "I know your parents think you're slumming with me..."
Dayna stood up and calmly maneuvered around the oblong table and stood next to her husband. Determined to salvage the evening and keep her husband at home, she smoothed the hairs on his forearm comfortingly, and spoke softly. "My mother welcomed you with open arms and my dad certainly wouldn't have given us that down payment for this big house," Dayna waved her free hand extravagantly, "if he had any doubt about your earning potential."
Reed jerked his arm away. "Yeah, that's right. Your daddy gave us the down payment for the house. You know something? Accepting that money was a big mistake because every chance you get, you throw it up in my face." Reed flung the cloth napkin he'd been clutching onto the dining room table. He stomped into the living room, and grabbed his briefcase. "I'm out! Don't wait up for me!"
The slam of the front door, followed by the sound of Reed's car screeching out of the driveway, dashed all hopes of a civilized conversation that would lead to a visit to a qualified fertility specialist.
Dayna sagged into the chair Reed had just vacated. Feeling disoriented, she tried to sort out her thoughts and figure out what had just happened. What had she said to set him off like that? Absolutely nothing, she concluded. The numerous PBP meetings and even the alleged meeting at the Hilton was probably just a façade, convenient excuses to get out of the house.
He hated being around her; she was too fat. Oh God, why had she allowed herself to gain so much weight? Pondering the question, Dayna gobbled down the leftover potato salad on Reed's plate as well as the untouched green beans that were slathered with butter. Pushing away from the dining room table, she got up and ambled to the kitchen, where she stuck her hand inside a plastic container lined with napkins and helped herself to two fried chicken wings, a breast, and a thigh.
Filled to the gills, she felt worse than ever, but couldn't stop eating. With spoon in hand, she sought comfort inside a container of Ben & Jerry's ice cream. Then, shaking her head in bewilderment, she trudged up the elaborate winding staircase to relax and mentally prepare for another work day.
Copyright © 2005 by Allison Hobbs
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The book was really just Ok! I can't say that I would recommend this one to anyone. Sorry, I just couldn't get into it. Too slow. I thought I was not going to finish it and finally towards the end, I was able to find something kinda interesting about the story to finish it. This was my first book by this author. I haven't decided yet if I will read another one.
you will not be able to stop. Finally an author who dedicates her creative talents to the urban professional. This dynamic read is told from the imagination of an enthusiastic writer who definitely shows that good will always prevail over evil. This is an extrodinary read. A book that will catch your interest from the start. The characters, Dayna is a lonely wife, in search of finding happiness in a dead end marriage by trying to make her purpose in life complete by trying to add a bundle of joy to her dysfunctional marriage. Reed her husband is so addicted to sex that he can't go home at night. And Chanelle is an aspiring millionare's house wife who cannot find a millionare to settle down with. All of these characters are in search of something more than what they're currently being offered and it makes up for a story filled with DRAMA, danger and longing. This story proves the old saying God works in mysterious ways. It constantly leaves you in suspense and just when you think that you have everything figured out... something new happens. The author definitely shows the reader that being happy is a possibility, no matter how grim things may seem. I would recommend this novel to anyone who is interested in learning, what love is all about. Enjoy!
First the cover caught my eye and then the title. I read the back cover and thought i have to read this. As i started i fell in love with the book. I would never want to stop reading the book. The story kept me guesting what's going to happen next. I cried and laughed. To share this experience was great. Even thought im younger than the average age to read this book i stilled enjoyed it. Anyone can relate to something in this book. The struggle, the pain, friendship, love, aggrevation, addiction, and finding a joy and happiness.
I think this was a good book I actually liked it better than insatiable and douple dippin ...
I have been a fan of Allison Hobbs since I read Pandora's Box so I have become accustomed to her style of writing. I really loved Insatible so I found it hard to believe that she wrote this book all on her own. I know many people may love Zane and her erotica but I seriously don't at times. IMO this story read like a psychoanalyst's dream come true. Allison please stick to what you know that will take you so much further than this warped sense of writing that you produced in 'Dangerously In Love'
The moment I saw that Zane presented this book I knew that it was gonna be a page turner! I really liked the roles that each character played especially Reed!! he was definitly a fool. Also never read a book with a character as crazy as he was but that proves to you how sex can allow the imagination to take over if you feed it without control. The only puzzled part was when Chanelle was abducted?? How did Reed find where she was?? And Ammon he just sound like the finest piece of chocolate man that was ready to treat his Queen with all do respect. I loved it, loved it, loved it. Kudos to you Allison, Terri/President Women of Colour Book Club
From beginning to end, this racy page turner had me shocked and waiting to see what that nut Reed was going to do next. I have never read a book with a character like this. The male character, Reed Reynolds is every woman's nightmare and makes you have to wonder if you really know the man you're with.
I had read all of the other reviews and decided to purchase this book, thinking it would be a good read...boy was I fooled! In MY opinion this book was boring. It was not a page turner at all.
Allison Hobbs writes another love suspense story... and you guessed it - 'Hershey' (Saleema Sparks) makes her 3rd appearance schooling people on life as usual and caring for her godchild, Markeeta. Dayna Reynolds met and married her husband, Reed Reynolds, in six months. No way was she prepared for what happened in her three years of marriage. Chanelle Lawson, former stripper and escort female, now working a 'normal' job meets a scorned client from the predominately white strip club 'Lizzare's' and her life is now weighing in the balances. Buttercup, recovered addict and former 'ghetto' stripper, yearns the love of a man, whom she thinks she found in Reed Reynolds. When she finds out otherwise, she gets her revenge. Reed Reynolds, sociopath husband of Dayna, is dangerously imbalanced, entangled with multiple woman and the love problems escalate. Allison seems to like writing about the crazies (just kidding) and Hershey. Once I got past chapter 8, it was on and poppin'! Allison has penned another page turner.
Reed Reynolds is a nutcase married to a school teacher, Dayna. All Dayna wants is to have a child in the hopes that it will hold the marriage together. Sensation is an exotic dancer who get fired from her gig where she makes a lot of money. She gets so desperate she takes a job as an escort for wealthy white men. All these people become involved in the craziest way. This book is off the hook and I love the way Allison Hobbs tells a story. I will buy her other books for sure.