Friday, January 11, 2013

Guest Blogger Jamallah Bergman

Good morning my lovelies! I hope everyone has had a positive week! Please give a warm welcome to my author friend, Jamallah Bergman. Jamallah writes spicy erotic romance.

I've read Special King of Woman and loved it. Unfortunately I haven't had the opportunity to read Sorry, Wrong Number, even though I have it. I'd better catch up soon because The Biker Next Door will be out soon! I believed Jamallah just turned in the edits to this one!

Sorry Wrong Number Blurb:

All good things have a beginning and with this story, it all begins with a call. Marcie Reynolds thought nothing of grabbing the phone that evening but she never thought that once she answered and heard the amazing voice on the other end that anything would happen, since the fact that the man had the wrong number.

Jonathan Sutton thought he had the right number and after the second time he calls, he couldn’t help but be enthralled after listening to the sweet voice on the other end. Soon he strikes up a conversation with the girl who calls herself ‘Joan’ and quickly sparks fly.
Watch as Marcie and Jonathan make what seems like something as innocent as a phone call into something that neither one of them will never forget.


Marcie had come back inside and started cleaning one of the tables in preparation for the next customer. Soon the door opened and a little voice said, “Is Marcie here?” She looked towards the door and saw a little black girl wearing a blue plaid jumper, a white shirt and some black Mary Jane’s with long black hair in pigtails. In her little hand, she had a long stemmed yellow rose. Walking towards the little girl, Marcie said, “I’m Marcie.”
Jonathan could see her from the window at the side of the storefront. Thankfully for him, he could see her reaction when she got the rose. She was even more beautiful than he could ever have imagined. He had all of the children lined up with roses, having given them all instructions on what to do. Peeking through once more, he couldn’t get enough of looking at her. She looked gorgeous, he thought as she stood there wide-eyed. He could tell she was in shock because of the look in her eyes when the little girl asked for her. He thought she looked fantastic even though she was wearing nothing more than a pair of jeans that showed her thick hips, a black T-shirt that hugged her breasts nicely and those lips, my God, he had dreamt of tasting those lips of hers every single night.
“This is for you, ma’am, hope you like it.” And the little girl walked quickly out through the door, leaving Marcie looking perplexed. A second later, another little girl came in and with a smile, handed her another rose and walked out of the diner. Soon another and another little kid came into the diner, all with roses in their hands, a smile, and a greeting of hello. Marcie
laughed as she found herself with an armful of roses and still looking puzzled as to what was going on, she glanced over at Lorraine who was giggling up a storm.
“Do you need some help with those?” Lorraine asked.
“I think so; these thorns are pricking my hands and skin.” Lorraine was helping gather the roses when Marcie heard more footsteps coming inside. She glanced over towards the door once more. Marcie couldn’t believe what she was seeing before her. It was him, her Jonathan, standing before her with a single red rose.
He looked like some kind of god, she thought, as he came towards her with a smile on his face. He was truthful when he’d told her she probably wouldn’t believe him when he described how he actually looked. But he was exactly as he’d said—- dark brown hair that was long against the back of his neck and beautiful hazel eyes that sparkled down on her. He was a big fella, she thought, as he towered over her.
“Hello, Marcie.” His voice was rich and sweet and she closed her eyes, smiling at the sound of him saying her name.
“Can you say that again, just one more time, say my name again?”
He smiled while slowly taking her in his arms to kiss her lips ever so softly. Every part of her body seemed to scream out loud with a yearning she had never felt before in her life. She found herself slowly going limp in his arms as he held her close to him while he kissed her. But eventually he stopped as she opened her eyes for a moment and smiled. “Hello, Marcie.”

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