A Perfect Caress
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From the very first touch...
The moment suave businessman Dante Sanderson brushes hands with Lanelle Murphy, he can’t get her out of his head. The guarded beauty resists all of his polished attempts at seduction. To soften the pain in her past, she’s dedicated her life and family fortune to helping others, not chasing sexy millionaires like Dante.
Something about Lanelle makes Dante want to open his heart like never before. He knows their encounters are destiny. Lanelle is sure their sparks mean another heartache is in the making. Yet her cherished new project—a state-of-the-art neonatal unit—brings them together. From charity ball dances to strolls in Milan, desire pushes her...right into his arms. But will Lanelle be able to seize this sweet second chance at love?
Without warning, Dante invaded her space and tilted her into a dip. Gripping the shoulders of his tuxedo, she scowled into his smiling face as the blood rushed to her head. Before she could chastise him, he brought her upright.
She hated surprises. Being out of control ranked number one on her never-to-do list. Dante threatened all of that. From the few stories Vanessa had told her about him, they were as different as a waltz and a tango. “Talk.”
Should she be feeling the deep rumble of his laughter against her chest? When had he pulled her so close? She tried to create space between them. His hand splayed at her back made it impossible.
“Do you ever loosen up?”
She snapped her head up. Even though she was wearing stilettos, he loomed over her. “You’ve met me, what? All of twice? You have no idea who I am.”
He leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, “But I’d like to.”
All thoughts of why she’d come on the dance floor escaped as he pressed his cheek against hers. For once in her life Lanelle lost herself in the gentle sway of a man’s embrace.
Dear Reader,
Lanelle Murphy’s life hasn’t been easy. Wealth and success have helped to cushion the blows thrown her way, but tragedy is hard to endure no matter who you are. Lanelle has closed herself off from men, and so Dante Sanderson has no chance with her when they meet. Dante isn’t without his issues when it comes to previous relationships, either, but he’s willing to try.
Dante realizes if he doesn’t do something drastic, he’ll never have Lanelle. He devises a trip to the most romantic country in the world—Dante’s words—to help her overcome whatever prevents her from pursuing a romantic relationship. When Dante discovers Lanelle’s secret, the doubts settle in.
I hope you enjoy the emotional drama, laughter, romance and trip to Italy.
Nana Prah
Nana Prah first discovered romance in a book from her eighth-grade summer reading list and has been obsessed with it ever since. Her fascination with love inspired her to write in her favorite genre, where happily-ever-after is the rule.
She is a published author of contemporary, multicultural romances. Her books are sweet with a touch of spice. When she’s not writing, she’s overindulging in chocolate, enjoying life with friends and family and tormenting nursing students into being the best nurses the world has ever seen.
Books by Nana Prah
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A Perfect Caress
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To my greatest role model, my late mother, Theresa Prah.
Acknowledgments
To the women who hung out with me when they didn’t have to. Thanks for helping to mold me into who I am today. I will always love and cherish you. Aunt Waynet, Aunt Frances, Aunt Sherry, Aunt Elizabeth P., Aunty Tej, Aunt Betsy, Aunt Lucy, Lisa S., Sister (former) Elizabeth, Marianne S.
A huge thanks to my inner circle who have supported me in my writing and allowed me to harass them with questions and beta reads. Cathrina Constantine, Debbie Christiana, Kiru Taye, Empi Baryeh and Ortanyi Arrington, you are all the best.
I’m throwing an avalanche of gratitude at Rachel Burkot for grabbing me and tossing me into the Kimani family, and at Carly Silver for securing my place.
Thank you, Toshia T., for helping to promote my work. Toshia, this is for you.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Excerpt from One Mistletoe Wish by A.C. Arthur
Chapter 1
Tackling a person to the ground in order grab the last piece of cake would be wrong. Lanelle Murphy had trouble convincing herself of this little truth. Maybe not so much wrong as bad and kind of depressing. Unless it ended up being the best cake ever baked.
Her gaze never wandered from the prize while a suspected perpetrator remained in the periphery. At five feet eight inches, Lanelle increased her already long stride to eat up more of the ground at a faster rate.
Their hands landed on the clear plastic container holding the triple-layered moist chocolate cake covered with scrumptious, rich chocolate icing at the same time.
Since Lanelle’s palm touched the container with his warm fingers wrapped around hers, it meant she’d gotten to it first. The cake belonged to her. The stranger’s resigning breath pushed away any idea she may have had of elbowing him in the ribs before running toward the cashier and dropping money on the counter without stopping.
Lanelle tilted her head to the man without deigning to look at him. If she gave him her full attention, she’d do the kind thing and relinquish the treat. After receiving a disappointing update about a project close to her heart, she deserved it.
After almost two years of planning and fund-raising to build a new neonatal unit in the hospital, Lanelle felt like giving up. Dealing with the other members of the hospital board had proved tedious.
The problems creeping up with the construction set their timeline back and deepened the financial ditch. The funds they’d raised had run out faster than expected, and she couldn’t understand how it had happened. They’d been meticulous in their calculations. After going through the books with her personal accountant this past week, they’d found nothing amiss.
Maybe she should’ve accepted her father’s help when he’d offered it, but she figured it couldn’t be difficult to construct a hospital wing. It wasn’t like they were building a whole hospital from the ground up. It turned out that more went into it than she’d researched.
Lanelle had been trained by the best to ensure things happened the way they should, but this project was draining the life out of her.
She needed this cake. “Hi,” she said instead of telling him to get his paw off her pastry.
“Hello. It looks like we both want the same piece of cake.”
The deep rumble of his voice enticed her but wouldn’t detract her. “Looks that way.” Didn’t this man know not to get between a woman and her chocolate? She turned her head to get a good look at the enemy. They stood so close she had to angle her head back in order to see his face.
Great. The guy who threatened her sanity turned out to be at least six-two. She could’ve picked a better day to wear her cutest pair of Tabitha Simmons ballerina flats.
More than his height caused her breath to hitch. His sienna-brown eyes, contrasting with skin almost as rich and dark as the cake, made for a gorgeous man.
“Would you be interested in the vanilla, by any chance?” His grin drew her attention to full lips covering a set of even white teeth, adding to the squishy feeling in her stomach.
“As tempting as it looks with those rainbow sprinkles, I’d prefer the chocolate.” She’d finished playing nice with the handsome stranger sporting the cutest little afro she’d seen in a while and pulled the cake toward her. “Since my hand is on the container, it means I reached it first, so technically it’s mine.”
“On a normal day I’d agree, but I need this cake.”
She snorted. “Let me guess. You have PMS and you’re about to take down anyone who gets in the way of getting your fix.” Her frown melded into a grin at his burst of laughter.
“No. My niece is about to find out if she’s still in remission from the cancer she beat last year. She asked me last night to pick her up a piece of chocolate cake from this cafeteria when I came to join the meeting after her MRI. She insisted no other would do.”
Lanelle squinted in an attempt to assess if he’d given her a line. Detecting no guile in his expression, she released the box. He didn’t let go of her hand.
Sliding her fingers out of his grasp, she crossed her arms over her chest. “I hope your niece is healthy.”
“Thank you. I know she’ll appreciate that I almost got beaten up for her cake.” He held out his right hand. “I’m Dante Sanderson.”
“I wouldn’t have fought you. Maybe just taken you down,” she mumbled as she placed her hand in his. She pulled it away at the bizarre sensation of tingles racing up her arm to her scalp.
She tucked her hand behind her, confused at her body’s reaction.
He raised an eyebrow. “You think it’s a possibility?”
“A fact.”
“Hmm. You sound sure of yourself.”
A slight dip of her head to the side would have to suffice for an answer as they walked to the front of the cafeteria.
He placed the single item on the counter and waited to be checked out. Before she had the chance to move past him, he asked, “What’s your name?”
She paused, wondering if she should answer with the truth. His charm had an uncomfortable effect on her. What did she have to lose? She’d never see him again. “Lanelle Murphy.”
“Can I walk you to wherever you’re going?”
She backed away as her gaze fell on the cake with regret. “It’s better if you don’t. I’d like your niece to be a happy girl. Take care.” Before he could speak again, she blended into the throng of people passing by.
* * *
Dante dashed a ten-dollar bill onto the counter and rushed out of the cafeteria without waiting for his change. Lanelle had headed to the left, so he made his way down that hallway. It had been a while since a woman had fascinated him. His heart still raced.
For once his height wasn’t an advantage when it came to finding someone in a crowd. A tall, medium brown–skinned woman with her hair piled in a tight bun turned out to be more difficult to find during lunchtime near a cafeteria than he’d anticipated. She’d vanished.
He relaxed his outstretched neck. The news he’d received in the morning, about his company winning the bid to install the flooring and countertops for the new hospital wing, had brought him to the hospital early to sign the contract. It would pull his business in a whole new direction. One that would leave the company free and clear in his name. Winning him full ownership of the company.
If only they’d get good news from his niece’s doctor, he could have a celebration.
The vibration of his phone diverted his attention from the now-waning search for the mystery woman. The screen lit up with a picture of Vanessa’s bright, smiling face. A year ago his knees had buckled when they’d found out her Hodgkin’s lymphoma had been kicked to the curb. If only it would stay there.
He answered the phone with “I’ve got the cake, CocoVan.” The girl loved chocolate. Everyone swore that her first word had been “cocoa,” as she’d reached for the candy bar her mother had been eating.
Vanessa giggled instead of chastising him for using the nickname she claimed to loathe. “More great news.”
“More?”
“Where are you?” She evaded his question.
Dante continued to scan the hall for the elusive Lanelle. Give it up. She’s long gone. “Near the cafeteria you strong-armed me into going to.”
“You offered, Uncle D. Mom wants you to meet us in the parking garage.”
“What about the results?”
Did she just emit laughter of hysteria or of joy? His palms sweated as he turned on his heel in haste toward the opposite direction from the one the mystery lady had taken. Had they gotten the news already? Was it bad? No, he wouldn’t allow his mind to go there. “Are you okay?” Please say yes.
“Just meet us. Mom’s getting all clingy again.” She hung up, sending him flying through the hospital corridors in an attempt to reach his niece without having a heart attack from the fear ready to choke him.
When he arrived, from halfway across the parking lot, one thing hit Dante: huge smiles erupted from each of their faces.
When his niece noticed him, she ran over and grabbed the chocolate cake from his hands. “You’re the best.”
“What’s going on?”
The fingers his older sister, Cynthia, held over her lips couldn’t hide the ear-to-ear grin. “Vanessa’s still in remission.”
Dante froze. His gaze roamed over to his brother-in-law, whose head bobbed up and down so fiercely, Dante feared damage to his spine. When he looked at his niece, his dazed state broke. Lifting her, he spun so her legs arced behind her.
Vanessa’s laughter transformed into a groan. “I’m dizzy.”
So was he, but he didn’t care. Setting her down, he ensured she didn’t fall after she stumbled. “This is amazing.” He’d become a proud member of the irrepressible smile club.
Cynthia and her husband joined them in a huddled hug. Their prayers of gratitude weren’t loud, yet he knew they could be heard in the loftiest of places.
Breaking away, Dante didn’t care that they saw him wiping away tears. With a sniffle he asked, “How come you found out without me?”
“We wanted to wait, but Little Miss Hot-Pants here—” Cynthia pointed to her only daughter “—begged us to go in early when the receptionist announced we could see the doctor.”
Alan’s laughter echoed through the parking lot. “That’s not how I recall it.” Cynthia’s husband was one of the only men he knew who had the ability to call his sister out when she implemented her overbearing ways. “Switch the names and you have a truer account.”
Vanessa sidled up to her father and swung an arm around his waist. “I wanted to wait for you, but Mom didn’t even ask me when she snatched my arm and dragged me into the office.”
Cynthia dismissed the duo with a flick of her hand. “It’s all good. My baby girl is healthy. Nothing else matters.”
“Amen.” Alan raised a hand in response.
Dante became aware of his surroundings. “What are we doing out here? Let’s pick Ryan up and party.
How does McKnight’s sound?”
“Delicious.” Cynth
ia smacked her lips. “I could use some soul food I didn’t cook myself.”
Clasping his palms, Dante set the plan in motion. “Great. How about you and Alan get the hyperactive child and meet us there? Vanessa can drive my car.”
Vanessa’s emitted screeches had Dante concerned for his eardrums. “You’re going to let me drive your Lamborghini? Really?”
For once, he’d relinquish control of his beloved custom-tailored car. “Today is the day to rejoice, and you mean more to me than the car ever will. Since you’ve been hounding me about it since I bought it two years ago, I figure today is as good a day as any.”
Vanessa’s giddiness as she tackled him in a hug solidified Dante’s decision, making his heart swell even further.
Alan nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
Cynthia extended her arms to her daughter, and Vanessa stepped into them without question.
Dante watched the touching scene. The family had been through hell and back since Vanessa had been diagnosed. Now life would go back to as normal as it could be, with the threat of cancer always hanging over them.
Vanessa broke the embrace and walked to Dante with her cake in one hand and the other palm up with her fingers wiggling. “The keys.”
He fished the keys out of his pocket and handed them to his niece with one warning. “Be careful.”
“Of course I will, Uncle D,” she said as she waved her dessert parcel. “I didn’t make it this far to let it all go for some speed.”
The cake brought to mind the mystery woman he’d met in the cafeteria. Other than announcing he’d lost a beautiful Nubian princess over the hospital speakers and saying she should hightail it back to the cafeteria, there was nothing he could do to find her. Shaking his head at the regret of having to wait to start his search for her, he hooked an arm around his niece’s shoulders and led her to his car.
Chapter 2
The sudden scream put Lanelle on full alert. Taking in her surroundings, she wished she’d had her driver drop her off at the meeting instead of insisting on driving herself.