Irresistible Passions

By Diana DeRicci

Michelle is cautiously getting her life back after a violent attack she barely survived. With the help of two gorgeous young entrepreneurs, she will find more than her confidence. If it's left to Troy and Angel, she will find infinite pleasure, but will she have the strength to accept an unconventional love?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Purple Sword Publications
• Release date: Nov 20, 2011
• ISBN: 9781612920122

Diana DeRicci

Diana DeRicci is the sexy, flirty pen name of Diana Castilleja. A romance author at heart, DeRicci’s writing takes you into a saucier spectrum of sensuality and sexual adventure, where a happily-ever-after is still the key to any story. Diana lives in Central Texas with her husband, one son and a feisty little Chihuahua named Rascal. You can catch the latest news on all of Diana DeRicci’s writing and books on her website Listed above. Feel free to drop Diana an email. She’d love to hear from you.

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Irresistible Passions

Diana DeRicci

Published by Purple Sword Publications, LLC at Smashwords

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or part, electronically or mechanically, constitutes a copyright violation.

IRRESISTIBLE PASSIONS

Copyright © 2011 DIANA DERICCI

ISBN 978-1-61292-012-2

Cover Art Designed By Anastasia Rabiyah

Edited By Traci Markou

Chapter One

The slap of the blue rubber ball reverberating through the enclosed hardwood court was echoed immediately by a deep male grunt as Troy crushed it into the corner for a hard volley return.

A hissed Shit and a leap were Angel’s, his game partner’s, next reaction as the rubber ball came rocketing toward him. Michelle laughed as the ball careened defensively off Angel’s racket in a wild upward arc.

Point! Michelle called.

Gasping, Angel bent at his waist to hold himself over his knees. Prick. What was that? Sweat poured off his face and down his body, drenching his workout tank.

Troy slapped his buddy on the back, grinning madly. Me winning the game. The ball bounced and rolled toward them from the upper wall seam.

Michelle ripped her goggles off. Good game guys. Bouncing the ball with the net of her gray steel racket, she worked it off the ground to catch in her palm. With the wristband on her arm, she dabbed at her face and cheeks.

Troy grinned huge over Angel’s back, winking at their instructor. Michelle was a riot. Full of energy, not to mention hot as noon in August. Troy knew he was half in love with her. Angel was just as sunk. What wasn’t there to love? She was a knockout on legs, beautiful inside as much as she was outside. She worked at the club giving lessons, but he knew a lot of her time was volunteering with the kid’s sports programs at the community rec center. It was because of her and her efforts that half of Ashmount’s underprivileged kids knew how to play basketball, baseball, and soccer.

An elbow in his ribs made him grunt. Glaring, he faced Angel.

You’re staring, he mouthed. Troy hadn’t even realized Angel had stood.

Holding out a hand, he said, Good game yourself, Teach. He did his best to ignore Angel.

Her hand clasped his, not at all embarrassed by the sweat. She was feminine but a long cry from being a girly-girl, at least under these circumstances. Thinking back, he’d never seen Michelle in a position to be a coddled woman at all. Was it a crime that he and Angel wanted to be the first? That they both wanted the woman for themselves? She deserved a man who would love her for all the wonderful things inside of her. Lucky for her, she had two… If they could just find a way to get the ball rolling.

Not bad yourself, she replied, shaking then letting him go. See you two next week. Have a great weekend. With a final goodbye, she crouched and crawled through the racquetball tunnel, vanishing like a puff smoke. Or their hottest fantasy. Squeaks of rubber on coated wood and hard grunts were very audible from the court next to theirs now that they were done.

Great job, asshole, Angel bitched. He punched Troy in the shoulder. You were supposed to ask her.

Troy rubbed his shoulder, frowning at his best friend. And I will. She’s hot and tired. Give her a few to come down from this. Troy jerked his chin. Come on. Let’s go clean up. We’ll catch her before she leaves.

Scooting through the same tunnel, they were soon walking down the hall to the men’s locker room. What do you think happened to her? Angel asked quietly as he stripped next to Troy.

Troy shook his head. I haven’t a clue, but for her to be so cautious, you know it had to be bad. She wasn’t ever forward with either man, and she walled herself up better than a mummy in a crypt if either of them made any kind of effort to get to know her more personally, at least during business hours. They both hoped their plan for the evening met with a warmer reception than their attempts so far. Dinner was a leap above and over their game schedule with her, but it was the least threatening thing they’d been able to think of to sway Michelle into spending time with them.

Angel agreed silently, wrapping a towel around his waist. Hey, let’s hit the sauna before we shower.

Don’t you think we’ll miss her? Troy copied his friend with the towel.

I doubt it. Didn’t she say she had one more class after our lesson?

Troy went still, remembering to earlier that day, then relaxed feeling secure again. Yeah, I think she did. We have about forty-five minutes then.

With a nod, they both ambled to the saunas. Peeking through a glass panel on one door, Troy startled. Whoa. He gave Angel a fidgety glance. She’s here and she doesn’t look happy.

Angel gave him a light shove. "Then we need