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  Heated Pleasures

  A collection of erotic interracial stories by Candy Caine

  Candy Caine heats up the pages with this collection of some of her hottest interracial stories…including the never before published, Dare to Love.

  Dare to Love

  When Sarah first saw Ryan in the library where she worked she was mesmerized by his blue-grey eyes. She soon dubbed the stranger, Mr. Handsome. Then Mr. Handsome asked out the reserved librarian, and she soon blossomed under their passionate lovemaking. But Sarah’s fairytale romance crashed when she discovered that the man she loved hid a secret that could break her heart.

  Dangerous Attraction

  Kayla had everything as the lover of wealthy entrepreneur, Deacon Masters. But as Deacon’s business took him away more and more, she was constantly thrown together with his enigmatic assistant, Morgan. And soon it was this forbidden fruit’s toned, chocolate body and large, hot hands she craved.

  I Was In Love With My Sister’s Husband

  Wayne was everything Rochelle could ever want in a man—handsome, kind and a terrific father to his baby boy. But no matter how the air sizzled between them, she couldn’t forget he was married to her sister. Then after a torrid night, Wayne confessed his secret love for her…and all bets were off!

  Touché

  Jeremy loved his wife, Carrie, but he couldn’t resist Margo and her erotic sex games. Margo took him to sensual heights he’d never experienced at home. But while ”the cat’s away, the mice will play”, and little did Jeremy know that Carrie filled her nights with games of her own…

  Devil or Angel

  Sometimes angels of mercy in white nurse’s uniforms turn into devils in black latex corsets. And a man, who goes along for the ride, may find that out-of-this-world sex comes at a price!

  CANDY CAINE

  HEATED

  PLEASURES

  Arrow Publications, LLC

  Heated Pleasures Copyright © 2014 Candy Caine.

  ISBN: 978-1-934675-54-0

  With the exception of Dare To Love, these novellas have been previously published. Copyright of the individual novellas is as follows:

  Dare To Love Copyright © 2014 Candy Caine

  Dangerous Attractions Copyright © 2009 Candy Caine

  I Was In Love With My Sister’s Husband Copyright © 2011 Candy Caine

  Touché Copyright © 2011 Candy Caine

  Devil or Angel Copyright © 2011 Candy Caine

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  All names, characters and incidents featured in this publication are imaginary. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead) is coincidental. They are not inspired even distantly by any individual or incident known or unknown to the author.

  Author recognizes that all trademarked items mentioned in the book belong to the trademark holders of said items.

  From the Desk of Candy Caine

  Dear Readers:

  I’d like to take a moment to speak to you. Without your support, there would be no Candy Caine. I continually strive to give you, my readers, the kind of story you want and from your emails, it appears to be stories that explore the relationship between races.

  The following interracial collection is filled with several short stories that I’d written early in my career and a brand new one, Dare to Love. I certainly hope you enjoy this book. Let me know what you think. I love to hear from you. [email protected].

  And once again, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your warm support.

  Candy

  DARE TO LOVE

  I noticed him for the first time sitting at a table with another guy. They were whispering a little too loudly about something they found amusing. I caught them furtively looking over at my desk several times, probably expecting me to admonish them for making too much noise in the library. Or maybe that hadn’t been the reason at all. Perhaps I was the butt of their joke, having done something they might have found funny— Stop! I cautioned myself. Do not go there. Why should I care or let it bother me? I left Sarah Williams, the loser, back in the past with the rest of my horrible childhood.

  Working in a library, you see all sorts of people from day to day. Some come in needing information for a school or work project, while others want to find some particular book. And yes, despite the behavior of those two guys, people still came to the library to enjoy the quiet, relaxing atmosphere. As I glanced across at the man, I wondered why he and his buddy had bothered to come. It certainly didn't look like they were doing any research…unless— Sarah, stop! I commanded myself again.

  There was something about him that continued to draw my attention—aside from the obvious fact that he was white and a minority in the library. Even his friend was black like me. I took off my reading glasses and stole another glimpse at the blond-haired man. From where I sat, he looked mighty fine. His eyes appeared to be light in color and his nose thin and straight. He had a strong, square chin sporting a deep cleft in the middle. I couldn't help but notice the mischievous half-smile on his face, which made me wonder, once more, about what he and his buddy were talking about.

  I had to put all thoughts about the two of them aside when a lady approached my desk needing help finding a certain book on armaments for her husband. Before I could utter a word, she held up her hands in defence. “I swear he’s not going to build a bomb or shoot up the post office.”

  I grinned. “The thought never crossed my mind.”

  Keying in the word “armaments,” I found several entries and led the woman over to the shelf where those books could be found. When I returned to my desk, a student, needing to find information on Australian marsupials, was waiting for me. I helped him find a number of books on the subject and then returned to the reference desk.

  I noticed the handsome man and his friend were gone. Honestly, I never expected to see either one of them again.

  * * *

  The following day, around the same time as the previous day, I was barely able to control my gasp of surprise when the handsome, blond-haired man approached my desk.

  “Excuse me, you probably don't remember me, but I was here yesterday with a friend…”

  “I do remember you.” How could I forget a hot guy like you? “Is there something I can help you with?”

  “No, not really. I just want to apologize for the disturbance we caused yesterday. I’m embarrassed to say we acted like immature teenagers, instead of adults.”

  His eyes caught and held mine. I noticed they were a bluish-gray and rimmed by long thick lashes. “You weren’t that loud and didn’t disturb anyone.” Except me.

  “That makes me feel a great deal better.”

  “I’m glad.” Nervously, I nearly asked him once more if I could help him with something, but caught myself.

  He gave me a dazzling smile before saying goodbye. I watched him leave, now more curious about him than ever. He seemed pleasant enough. In fact, everything about him seemed pleasant. He had clean-cut, good looks and was well dressed in a navy-blue, pinstriped suit that fit him perfectly, emphasizing his wide shoulders. I noticed he wasn’t wearing a wedding band, but that didn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t married. I realized some men never wore their rings because they didn’t like to wear jewelry, and of course there were those who wanted to hide the fact that they were married. My curiosity had to be tempor
arily shelved when a man, looking for a particular book on dogs, asked for my help.

  * * *

  The next day Mr. Handsome returned, and like the day before, without his black friend. Truly, I hadn't expected him to return after his apology. There didn’t seem any reason for him to do so. He purposely caught my attention and waved. I couldn't miss his brilliant smile. It seemed to light the immediate area around him. This time he brought a laptop with him and used it for forty-five minutes before he waved goodbye and left. I returned the wave.

  There was no way to deny it, but Mr. Handsome had begun to intrigue me. Who was he and why did he keep coming back? It got to the point where he was all I thought about. Sitting and observing people come and go all day, I've learned that they usually come to the library with a purpose in mind. More than anything, I wanted to know what his purpose was. It was a mystery begging to be solved. Though he returned every day for nearly an entire week, he left me no clues. Instead, all I got was his dazzling smile and a wave. His unexplainable behavior simply caused my imagination to run wild.

  It wasn't until Friday that he finally spoke to me. He walked over to my desk and stood patiently waiting on the side until I finished helping a woman order a book from another library. I could feel the heat of his beautiful eyes studying me intently. It unnerved me, making me feel self-conscious. But under that feeling, a special kind of warmth radiated through my entire body.

  “Hello, again,” he said. “You know, I feel like we’re old friends and yet I don’t even know your name. “Mine is Ryan Templeton. And you are?” He extended his hand.

  “I’m Sarah—Sarah Williams.” I shook his hand, which was warm and inviting.

  “Sarah. That’s a nice name.” He smiled. “Would you like to have coffee with me sometime, Sarah Williams?”

  “I…I don’t usually go out for coffee with strangers.”

  “But we’re no longer strangers. We’ve just introduced ourselves.”

  I gave a short chuckle. “What would you have done had I not told you my name?”

  “Found it out some other way. So what do you say, Sarah?”

  “Hard work should be rewarded,” I said, nodding. “Okay.”

  “When do you get a lunch break around here?”

  “Usually, whenever I’d like to take one. Pick a time, Ryan.”

  “How’s about…um…right now?”

  I looked at my watch. It was eleven forty-five, so I agreed.

  “Since it’s such a beautiful day,” he added, “we can have it in the park across the street.”

  “Just give me five minutes to find someone to cover the desk. I’ll meet you out front.”

  At first I was flattered that Ryan wanted to have lunch with me, but it made no sense to a realist like me. He was such a handsome man. What did he want with a mousy-looking nobody like me? And he was white. Unless…I couldn't help hearing a faint, tiny voice in the back of my head telling me to beware. Yet, despite that, I grabbed my things and went to meet him.

  We spent a wonderful hour in the park. Ryan bought us both hot dogs, chips and sodas. I discovered he was an accountant for a large corporation housed in a building complex close by. And best of all, he wasn’t married. The man he’d been with in the library that first day worked with him. His name was Bill and he was a practical joker who liked to make bets on everything when he wasn’t daring someone to do something outrageous.

  “Bill sounds like a real character,” I said between bites.

  “Oh, he is. Drives his wife crazy.”

  “I’ll bet.” I’d heard about men like Bill who ended up destroying their lives and those of their families because of gambling. In fact, I knew a few.

  “All I know about you is that you’re a librarian. Tell me who Sarah Williams really is.”

  I always hated this moment. There was nothing more to tell. My real life didn’t start until I became a librarian. Everything up to that point I wanted to forget, so I made up a fantasy life for myself. I’ve told this lie so many times that I’ve begun to believe it myself. It made me sound normal and fit in with everyone else.

  “My parents were killed when I was a child and I was brought up by my grandparents. They read to me every night and stressed education. I loved to read and wanted to help others find the joy I discovered in books. So I became a librarian.”

  “At least you became the person you wanted to.”

  I looked at him. “You didn’t want to be an accountant?”

  He shook his head. “I wanted to be a cowboy.”

  “Are you teasing me?”

  Ryan took a long pull on his straw and swallowed. “Absolutely not. I wanted to live on a ranch and drive cattle.”

  “What stopped you from becoming a cowboy?"

  "You mean aside from being allergic to horses?"

  "There's more?" I thought being allergic was enough.

  "I'm sort of afraid of heights."

  I broke out into a gale of laughter. "Come on, you’re really kidding, aren't you?"

  He shook his head and crossed his heart. "It's the truth."

  "So how did you become an accountant? That's not even close to being a cowboy."

  “Half the men in my family are accountants. I think it’s because we didn’t drink bottled water.”

  I pursed my lips and shook my head. “Are you certain you’re not a stand-up comic?”

  He laughed and I joined him. I had to admit one thing. He was fun to be around. Unfortunately, it was time for me to head back to work.

  Walking me back to the library, Ryan said, “I really enjoyed our talk. Would you like to go out tomorrow night—or is it too soon and you’ve already got plans?”

  “I enjoyed having lunch together, too. What did you have in mind?” I had clearly forgotten all my former reservations and disregarded the warning voice, which was now screaming inside my head.

  His handsome face broke into a wide grin. “Do you like to dance?”

  “Yes, but I can’t remember the last time I went dancing.”

  “Good. That will make the night special.”

  Being with you will make it special enough, I thought, hoping the man wasn’t a mind reader. We said our goodbyes and I drifted back to work on cloud nine, wondering when the dream would end and I’d fall off the cloud. After all, given my experience, good things always ended, and usually quite badly.

  * * *

  I really wanted to look nice for Ryan. The first thing I did was purchase a new dress. It was definitely clingier and a heck of a lot shorter than the ones I normally wore. Then I made an appointment with the hairdresser to do something with my hair, which I usually wore up using a hair clip. I agreed to a dramatic makeover and had it straightened and cut into a stylish do. It looked good, but I really felt great when a guy whistled at me as I walked to my car. That had never happened to me before. Now if only Ryan liked it…Suddenly I was caring whether or not a guy liked my hair. What had gotten into me?

  I was putting the finishing touches on my makeup when I heard Ryan’s knock at my door. I hardly ever wore makeup, so the woman who stared back at me in the mirror was practically a stranger. My cheekbones looked more defined and my lips fuller. I liked what I saw and considered wearing makeup more often.

  When I opened the door, Ryan’s eyes widened in surprise. “Am I at 23 Vine Street?”

  I began to laugh.

  “What did you do to Sarah? I mean, this is much more than I bargained for.”

  I thought that an odd choice of words, but didn’t dwell on it. Instead, I figured he was just in shock. I took his hand. “Come on in, already, and I’ll get my coat.”

  He still hadn’t taken his eyes off me. Finally, as if coming out of a trance, he said, “Sarah, you…you look fantastic!”

  “Thank you. I was afraid that I’d starve to death before you decided to come in.”

  “Well, you didn’t prepare me…for you. You’re…you’re a knockout. I really never expected this.”

  �
��You’re acting like you never saw a woman in makeup and dressed up before.”

  “Not this woman.”

  I could hardly argue with that. I never looked this way at work.

  Ryan hardly took his eyes off me the entire time we were in the restaurant. The gleam of interest in his eyes made me feel wonderful. Reveling in my womanhood, I’d never felt this marvelous being me before. And what did it take to bring this miracle off? A new dress, a little makeup, a cool hairstyle—or was it just the right guy? Could I trust these feelings? I’d never wanted to as much as I did then.

  Afterward, Ryan took me to a nightclub a short ride from the restaurant. The jazz band was hot and we danced most of the night away. I was having such a terrific time I forgot to be self-conscious about my dancing, as I normally was.

  “Is there anything you’re not wonderful at?” Ryan whispered in my ear during a slow dance.

  I smiled. If he only knew what he was doing to me, holding me as close as he was. I may have been somewhat affected by the drinks I’d had, but I was totally high on life. This was the type of night I’d often dreamed and read about, but had long ago given up wishing for. Just like Cinderella, I prayed for the night to never end, for I feared being changed back to the old me.

  When the song ended I asked to sit down. “My feet are beginning to complain.”

  We sat, and Ryan took one of my legs and gently slipped the shoe off. He deftly began to massage my foot.

  “Ooh, that feels sooo good.” I sighed pleasurably.

  Ryan began to massage the other one. “If you like that, there’s more tricks up my sleeve,” he replied with a devilish little smile on his face.

  “Really?” I asked, feeling slightly wanton. “Is this where you tell me you’re an accountant by day and a masseur by night?”

  He gave a hearty chuckle. “You decide.”