Rachell Nichole - Sassy Sizzling Romance
Book One: An Affair Across Times Square

Layla Morgan is tired of getting into trouble, and getting hurt. And she fears her wild nature is going to strike yet again. But maybe this time, she’s finally met the guy that can stand close enough to touch her inner flames, and not get burned. 

Tyler Lachlan doesn’t stand a chance of resisting the delicious distraction of the mystery woman across Times Square. He’s sure there’s more to her than her sultry voice and mahogany thighs, but he doesn’t know if he’s willing to risk his career to find out. 

Could what began as a voyeuristic affair across Times Square develop into something more? 

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Book Two: An Engagement in Paris 


All Mandy Lachlan wanted was her own identity. All she had to do was run away to Paris to find it. Instead, she finds love, a baby, and a marriage proposal.

Julien Chevalier needs a family. Ever since his mother left when he was a kid, he’s been searching for the security and consistency that comes with marriage and babies. So when he falls for the young African American professor at the Sorbonne, he knows immediately this is the woman for him.

Julien needs to get married the same way Mandy needs her freedom. When they find themselves at the impasse of matrimony, one of them will have to compromise what they want and need.


Last August… 

         Mandy Lachlan strolled through the Latin Quarter… le Quartier Latin, she corrected herself automatically. Julien was encouraging her to think more in French, and she had to admit, it was helping. Rubbing her open palm against the fabric covering her stomach made her heart flutter. She didn’t know if she was ready for this. Marriage, babies, happily ever after. Her gaze roved over the cream-colored buildings with their wrought-iron balconies and gates. 
           Honestly, she didn’t think she’d ever tire of living in Paris. Taking in a deep breath, she turned the corner and entered the main Sorbonne university. A few international students milled about in the Cour d’honneur, the bright summer sun shining down on them. Where was Julien? Two of her students waved from across the stone courtyard and she returned the gesture, still searching for her fiancé. The word felt foreign, even in her mind, let alone when she said it aloud. She’d never pictured herself getting married. And never to a Frenchman. But Julien had stolen her heart from Bonjour. It had been an intense four months since then. A summer in Paris, wrapped in your lover’s arms. What more could a woman ask for? 
          She gasped, finally spotting Julien. With his arms wrapped around another woman.   
          “What the hell?” she yelled. Her loud, American voice drew stares from around them, but she couldn’t care. The dark-haired girl drew back from the lip-lock she’d had on another woman’s fiancé. Mandy’s gut clenched, and nausea rolled through her. This time, it had nothing to do with morning sickness. 
           “Ma belle,” Julien whispered, shoving his new friend aside. No, he didn’t have the right to call her his beauty. Not now. Maybe not ever again. If he thought she would just let this go, he was sorely mistaken. Much as it would kill her, she’d move back to New York and raise this baby without him if she had to. He moved toward her, his hands outstretched. 
            “Don’t touch me!” 
            He froze, “Calme-toi, ma belle, c’est rien. ” 
            “If it’s nothing, why the hell did you just have your tongue down her fucking throat? And don’t you dare tell me to calm down.” 
             He took a deep breath and spoke again, in English this time. “I’m sorry. Please, let us go back and speak at home.” She’d loved the way he’d called her studio apartment their home just this morning, but now it was like a kick to the face. 
            She clutched her belly. “We have no home. Not if this is the way you act days after proposing to me,” she said, her voice hollow. It was better than screaming, perhaps, but not by much. She glanced around and turned from him. 
            Head held high, she walked back through the stone courtyard. Courtyard of Honor, her ass. She forced her feet to keep moving, stopped her knees from buckling by sheer will alone. She walked through the iron gates she’d come to love, still moving forward. And then she began to run. She didn’t stop until she reached the Metro station. Mandy refused to look behind her to see if Julien would follow her or not. And she couldn’t decide which would be worse. If he followed her. Or if he didn’t.

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The Series will Continue: 

A Murder in Times Square

When detective Lawrence Daniels gets called to the Marietta hotel to investigate a murder, one woman immediately heads up his suspect list. Isobel Jacarter sexual prowess is definitely a ploy to keep him off her scent. But what if she’s really interested? Can he ignore the first spark of attraction he’s felt since Kathy’s death just because she might be a murderess? 

Isobel knows she can’t ignore the attraction to the detective investigating the murder, but can he be trusted to keep her secrets and believe in her enough to keep her out of jail? Or will his hard-nosed partner convince him she's guilty, landing her behind bars in a foreign country for the rest of her life? 

Nuptials in Niagara 
After their third chance meeting in a foreign country, Tristan and Jessica agree to meet in Niagara Falls. But a border closing, a terrorism threat, and lack of American Visa stand in their way. Can a couple who fate seems to want together risk a prison sentence for the one night they could actually be together? Or will they break their promises to each other, ruining their one chance at happily ever after?   

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