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Bio: RaeLynn Blue is not your run of the mill type girl. The
author of numerous tales of erotic interracial romance and science fiction.
With an imagination that's varied and diverse, her tales explores love in
all its many shades, situations and scenerios.

She fell into romance stories at the ripe age of eleven and has been writing
stories ever since. A humble scribbler of tales, RaeLynn is actively writing
another story of lust, love, and romance.


Title: Menage a Valentine Anthology with Shara Azod
Buy Link: http://www.redrosepublishing.com/bookstore
Blurb: "The Concierge" by Raelynn Blue: A little spice in life? Are you up for it?--After ten years of marriage, Tamika is excited about this
year's Valentine's Day gift. Instead of the usual repetitive trinkets of roses, chocolates and lace, her husband, Ron, sweeps her away to Las
Vegas. Anxious to indulge every delectable delight the city has to offer, Tamika pounces on the opportunities for fun. Yet she doesn't
clear the hotel room before Vegas sets an offer upon her doorstep--the concierge. Attraction to the Chinese concierge is undeniable
and--unattainable. For although it wouldn't be the first time she and Ron have shared their bed with someone else, Tamika knows a male
wouldn't be welcomed--not by Ron. So, she shoves her lustful longings down deep and struggles to hide her cravings for the concierge
Unbeknownst to Tamika, Ron has noticed her attraction to the other man, and soon sets about giving her a Valentine's Day gift so extraordinary,
Tamika, nor he, will soon forget.

"Three of Hearts" by Shara Azod: Can you handle the truth or is it the attraction that Mikki is feeling you can't handle? What happens when the object of your affection returns your secret yearnings, times two? Mikki never imagined that the torch she had been carrying for both of her bosses was known by both. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that all she was feeling, they were feeling too. Now comes Mikki's moment of truth. Will she let go of her
fears and insecurities and make this Valentine's Day one to remember? Or will she flee from the raging passion staring her in the face?


Excerpt: "The Concierge"-RaeLynn Blue

¨Mrs. Allen?" he inquired, his dark brown eyes sweeping over her
disheveled hair, naked feet, and robe. "My name is Philip Wang, one
of the concierge's staff. You failed to claim your luggage and it's been
more than a three hours. Would you like for me to have it sent up?"

¨You came all the way here to tell me this? You could've called," she
said, feeling suddenly naked in the concierge's intense eyes.

¨Sure, send it on up."

Philip blushed as he broke her gaze. ¨We called three times, Mrs.
Allen. There wasn't an answer."

Tamika peered at him. Had their telephone rang? She hadn't heard it, and
judging by the crimson flush on the concierge's cheeks, she wondered how
long he'd been hanging around her suite. Had he heard their noisy
lovemaking?

At this thought rushed through her, heat spread up from her feet to her
cheeks. Tamika thanked the heavens for her dark skin for it hid the
crimson flush she knew warmed her cheeks.

Winded in a manner, she didn't quite understand, she cleared her throat
loudly, dislodging the strong pow of attraction the concierge set about
her. His shiny black hair had been tied back into a ponytail, and his
hands were folded politely in front of her. In a flash, Tamika could see
those wide, olive hands gliding down her stomach and dipping into the
folds of her being, seeking her wet tunnel to explore.

Stop it, Tamika! Get a grip. Speak. He's staring strangely at you!


She blinked as she fell back to reality and found him peering intently
at her.

¨Madam?" he inquired, a smile tugging at the corner of his thin lips,
begging to be released into full fledge grin. "Are you all right?"

¨Yes, well, I didn't hear the telephone. By all means, send up our
bags."

The concierge stepped back from the door, his black pants skimming his
surprisingly muscular thighs, despite his very lean frame. He probably
swam or jogged, he had that athletic, but sinewy look to him. Lean
muscle tone covered with olive skin, lightly tanned from the desert sun.
His hair had been cut recently, the ends were razor straight, but the
front hung thick in inky blackness. Arms cut with muscle, little fat and
veins snaking across those triceps as if cords.

"I will send them up at once,¡¬ the concierge said politely with a
bow. ¨If I may be of assistance, please, do not hesitate to contact
me. My extension is 7051."

At this he did look at her fully, and the zinging blast of raw sexuality
slammed into her with such force, she stumbled back a step.


You offering yourself, handsome?

"Good evening, Mrs. Allen."

"Good evening," Tamika said, feeling a surprising shiver chase across
her shoulders. I imagined it. Asians didn't dig black chicks. It's some
unspoken rule someplace. They preferred blondes, the whiter the better,
not the other way around.

She tugged the robe closer to her body, very aware of her tingling
nipples and dampness between legs. She spied the rather handsome
concierge retreat down the carpeted corridor. Not a great ass, but then,
he strolled with such grace, she longed to see him handle himself in
bed. No raw, rough thrusting from the concierge, but smooth, sensual
lovemaking.

But what if he was dropping a hint?

With arousing tingle in the triangle between her thighs, Tamika wondered
how she could get the cute concierge to assist her with the big problem
in her bed.

End Excerpt