Pink Shades of Words 2016 Anthology

Pink Shade of Words: 
A Fifty Shades of Pink Anthology
by
Ruth Clampett
Cambria Hebert
K. A. Hunter
Jade C. Jamison
Liv Morris
Raine Miller
Emma Nichols
Melanie Shawn
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Cover Designer: Regina Wamba
Formatter: Julie Prestsate
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Pink Shades of Words is a collaboration of 8 never before seen short stories from 8 New York Times, USA Today, and International Bestselling Authors. These authors come together to bring you a collection of romance that is a must read for book lovers including New Adult, Contemporary, Erotica, and Dark Romance.
Titles Are:
Let’s Pretend by Ruth Clampett
Mr. X by Cambria Hebert
Indemnity by K.A. Hunter
Escaping the Cocoon by Jade C. Jamison
Hard Luck by Liv Morris
Filthy Rich (Blackstone DYNASTY 1) by Raine Miller
The Decoy by Emma Nichols
Book Boyfriend by Melanie Shawn
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All proceeds go to Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. Last year, $3,500 was raised – 
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Sunday Snippet: Three Wishes

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Again, she beat me to my advisor’s office, my crying girl. I heard the sniffling as I sat in the chair outside the door.

“You could’ve called,” Professor Morceau suggested.

“You refuse to get a cell phone. I think we both know why a call wasn’t possible.” She released a mirthless laugh. I heard shoes padding back and forth across the floor.

“Sit down at least. It can’t be that bad.”

“I can’t sit. I can’t stay. I have to get back before Ollie wakes.” She sighed heavily. “We have to meet the doctor in a few hours for the test results. If they can’t tell you over the phone, it’s bad.” She hiccupped.

“Does ‘we’ mean you finally reconciled with the father?” Professor Morceau’s voice sounded flat.

“No, we is me and Ollie, same as always. Us against the world.” She released a mirthless laugh.

“I don’t know what to say.” Professor Morceau sighed.

“You never know what to say. Words were never your thing.” She sounded angry and frustrated. “I’ve gotta go. I don’t even know why I came here.” Then the door flew open again. This time, I was prepared.

Standing, I held out a handkerchief. I’d started carrying them with me after the first time I met her. “Here. Take it.”

She stared at me a moment. This time the tears spilled over her cheeks and rushed down her face. Reaching out, she held the soft linen in her hands a moment, then she fell into my arms. I held her close while I murmured in her hair. “I don’t know why you’re crying,” I whispered. “All I know is I wish I could take your pain away.” It wasn’t much, but it was the truth. My heart had ached for her since our first meeting. The pain was both real and acute.

For several minutes, we stood there with her face buried in my chest. Professor Morceau looked at us thoughtfully, then backed away and disappeared inside his office once more. When she finally stopped crying, she gazed up at me sadly. “For some reason, I believe you.” Then she wrapped her hands around my neck, forcing my head toward hers. Her eyelids shut, but mine never did as she leaned in and touched her lips to mine. A warmth spread through me, building like a wildfire, sparked from a simple kiss. As quickly as she had burst through the door, she backed away and rushed down the hall, taking my handkerchief with her.

From then on, the crying girl was forever in my heart and thoughts. I never told anyone about her. There was nothing to tell, really. I didn’t even speak about it with Professor Morceau, since it seemed rather personal to him. Over time, as the years passed, I gave up and decided I’d never see her again.

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Cover by: Marisa Shor of Cover Me, Darling

Release Date: February 29, 2016

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For as long as he could remember, Sebastian had been cursed.

It began with the tragic death of his parents when he inherited the modern art gallery. It continued every day when he looked in the mirror and saw a monster where a man should be. He’d tried everything without success. Then he happened upon her, his cure, the one who could give him a second chance at life, love and happiness.

After years of repairing what her father destroyed during his drunken rampages, opening a shop for repurposed and redesigned furniture seemed a natural progression for Marisa. When Sebastian hired her, she finally had a chance to get paid to do what she’d done for years for free. It seemed like a win, until he proposed.

The moment they met, Sebastian was drawn to her. Of course, losing everything in thirty days if he didn’t marry was a huge incentive. So he asked and she refused. An experienced negotiator, he never gave up when he had his heart set on something. For Marisa, marriage wasn’t on the table and love wasn’t negotiable. Still, always quick to see the best in others, she looked at him and saw a project, her ultimate redesign. Maybe even Sebastian deserved a second chance.

 

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Sebastian breathed into my hair.  He seemed saddened by my words.  I wanted to explain, to make him feel better.  I’d die right now if he felt sorry for me.  Instead, he beat me to it.  “I was going to try to convince you to stay,” he whispered. 

“I’ll stay.”  A smile spread across my face, and I squeezed him even tighter.

“You can’t stay like that.”  He shook his head.  “You basically just admitted you’re a virgin.”

“Wait.  Does staying mean we have to have sex?”  I leaned back and stared up at his face, my brow furrowed.  “Maybe I’m not ready to stay.  No need to have all my firsts in one night, right?” 

The side of Sebastian’s mouth quirked.  “Right.  Maybe just one more though…for both of us.”  

There was something in the way he stared down at me, the intensity of it, like he was seeing straight into my soul.  I couldn’t look away.  I didn’t want to.  Still, my mouth opened slightly as he swooped down and matched his lips to mine in another searing kiss.  The heat between us had me going up in flames and awakened a need in me, the same way the sun stirred seeds to life in the spring. The way our tongues danced in a rhythm I somehow knew, despite never being taught. I wanted more, so much more.  For the first time, I wanted everything.  Sharing my secrets with him wasn’t enough.  Now I wanted to share my body, give myself to him, heart and soul.  Sebastian didn’t even have to ask, I’d offer, if only to make the aching cease.

It was as if he knew because he suddenly stopped, pulled back, and pressed his forehead to mine.  My eyes shot open and I discovered his were still closed, an unfamiliar look on his face as he bit hard on his lower lip.  Acting entirely on instinct, I moved, trying to secure one more kiss, missing our newfound closeness already.  “More,” I murmured as I pressed my body to his.

To my disappointment and surprise, Sebastian shook his head.  “No way, sunshine.”  Exhaling slowly, he scooped me up in his arms and walked me through the condo until he deposited me on his bed in a seated position.

Though I had no idea what we were going to do now, I had no desire to argue.  Reaching around behind me, I grabbed at my zipper and yanked it down.  Soon the dress began to slip down my shoulders while I stared him in the eyes.  

“Marisa, we can’t.  Not tonight.  I’m not stealing your v-card after one mediocre date.”  He smiled shyly as he climbed onto the bed beside me.  “If and when we take that step, we’ll both be completely sober and deeply in love.”  Cupping the back of my head, Sebastian pressed his lips to my cheek and pulled the dress onto my shoulders.  

“But you said one more first.  You carried me to your room.”  The confusion made me self-conscious.  If I had more experience, maybe I’d understand.  Instead, I wanted to cry, hot tears of embarrassment already prickling my eyes.  

He nodded.  “Would you like to spend the night here, in my arms?”  Sebastian drew me close.  “I’ve never done that before, never simply slept with any girl for the whole night…or at all for that matter.”  Then he ducked his head so we were eye to eye.  “But you have to wear clothes to bed.  I’m not that strong and you’re practically impossible to resist.  Okay?”

Immediately, I brightened.  “So, I’m kinda irresistible?”  There was no hiding my grin.

“Yes, sunshine.  You’re so damn desirable, I have no idea how I’m going to keep my word.”  My smile must’ve faltered some then.  “Don’t worry.  I will.  I promise, you’re safe with me.”

Sebastian released me then, moved from the bed to the closet and returned with a t-shirt for me to wear.  I snatched it from his hands and rushed to the open bathroom door I’d spied while he carried me in here.  It only took a few minutes for me to change.  When I returned, he was already wearing his own t-shirt and pajama pants.  As I walked toward him, he pulled back the covers.  “Climb in, Marisa.  I’m going to hold you while you fall asleep.”

His words were all the invitation I needed.  With all the restraint of a toddler and with the skills of a gazelle, I bounced into bed, struggling to hide the giggles bubbling in my throat. 

“Let it out.  Then come here.”  He grinned and opened his arms to me.

Seconds later, I had positioned myself nicely.  I thought.  Only then I hadn’t.  I shifted again and some more.  Nope, my arm started hurting.  Finally, without saying a word, Sebastian moved me onto my side, facing away from him.  “But,” I argued, my voice barely louder than a whimper.  

Soon, he had wrapped himself around me, pressed his groin against my ass, and had his face buried in my neck.  After he planted a few lingering kisses there, Sebastian murmured, “Sleep well, Marisa.”

 

 

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Emma is single and loving it. Like her first character, Alysin, Sin for short, she doesn’t believe in settling or in settling down. She loves to indulge in her passions whenever the mood strikes and enjoys keeping all of life’s cliché moments spicy.

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The mansion had an abandoned feel to it. If it weren’t for the furniture, I’d have doubted anyone lived there. Our shoes echoed on the marble floors given the high ceilings. While I fought an urge to explore the place, I waited for Sebastian’s lead.

“We need to hurry. I want to have the pieces picked before the movers arrive in approximately fifteen minutes. Then we’ll see how much time we have before my uncle returns.” He pointed toward the huge winding staircase.

“Is he coming back today?” Suddenly I shivered.

“Probably. He never leaves this place unattended for too long.” Sebastian laughed. “My guess is he feared I’d actually take some of what’s mine.”

At the top of the stairs, we took a right and walked down a musty smelling corridor. “Where are we going?” I glanced around at the walls covered in paintings. The place felt like a museum.

“My rooms were down here. And the room…” He stopped in the middle of the hall, turned and held my upper arms. “I lost my temper a lot after my parents died. My uncle would goad me and I’d fall for it every time. Please. I need you to understand.” His brow furrowed. I’d never seen him look so vulnerable.

Slowly, I nodded. Of course he worried I’d think he was like my father. “Don’t worry. I get it.”

With my reassurance, he released me and we walked solemnly toward a door at the very end of the hall. Opening it, he turned on the light and stared a moment before stepping aside to give me access. “You’ll find what you need in here.” He head dropped until his chin nearly touched his chest.

As soon as I moved into the room, I paused. Everywhere I looked there was broken furniture, including countless broken mirrors. Why would he keep them? There was a desk, a vanity table and stool, several bedroom suites stacked about. There was an old table, a couple of benches, and many doors that seemed to have been ripped from their hinges. I only had two questions. “Did you do all of this?” Tears formed in my eyes while glanced about.

“Yes,” he whispered. “I was sober, of course. Not sure if it makes it better or worse.”

“Better.” I nodded and sniffled. Funny how I could understand his hurt and his pain so easily, but my father…I had yet to forgive. Ready to move on, I asked my next question. “What can I take?”

Sebastian’s hand swooped to encompass all the contents of the room. “Whatever you want. You earned it. You deserve it.” His shoulders relaxed some. “I think you’re the only person who can fix it.”

“Fix the furniture?” I made a face. “Please. Anyone can fix this.”

In two steps, he was in front of me, tilting my chin until our eyes locked. “No. Fix me.”

Before I could respond his lips were on mine, not simply kissing, but possessing me. When I opened my mouth to his tongue, I could almost taste his fear, and feel his pain. Then, at the end, there was something else, some spark. Hope. Sebastian pulled me impossibly close until he very nearly lifted me off my feet. I would’ve let him too. The emotions his kiss had awakened distracted me from everything else, until his phone began to chime insistently.

Slowly, he drew back. Then with his forehead pressed against mine, he peeked at his phone, still in his hand. “The movers.” Standing upright, he answered their call and spoke to them while I marveled over the kiss. “They’ll be here in just a minute. So what would you like?”

My eyes never left his face as I responded. “Everything.” I spoke with certainty and willed him to understand. It wasn’t just the furniture I desired.