Body and Soul (Part 1)

By Erica Storm

Robin needs a rest from her protective brother, Wayne, who makes it his life’s mission to keep men away from his younger sister.
Alexis, Wayne’s rich white fiancée convinces Robin that all she needs is a vacation at her brother Edward’s resort to make her a new woman.
Robin agrees to go on a ski trip with them, but she runs into Alexis’s brother, Edward. His mission in life is to satisfy his lust for Robin. He’s sinful, handsome, and it will take more than her brother Wayne and Edward’s fiancée to drag Robin from Edward’s arms and to make her forget Edward.
This book is a five part erotic BWWM interracial romance series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Nov 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310341854

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

Book preview

Robin:

The ski season in Colorado is something I never thought of or cared for. I arrived in Colorado never expecting to fall in love but I fell in love with a rich man who is engaged. I met him, gave myself to him, and then discovered I could never have him. My heart broke, but it wasn’t the end, it was just the beginning.

Edward:

I convinced myself that I wasn’t what Robin wanted. I knew I wasn’t. Why would a beautiful young woman want someone who’s engaged, can’t break away from an addiction, and the woman who fed my addiction.

Chapter 1: Robin

My brother Wayne had the bright idea to take me with him and his white girlfriend to a ski resort owned by her brother Edward Wentworth, in Colorado. Wayne met Alexis in college and they hit it off, and after that, I couldn’t use my key in his apartment anymore.

The reason is when he fell in love, everything changed, and I couldn’t open the door to his apartment without knocking. It was Sunday, my day to cook for him, he liked a home cooked meal especially on Sundays. When mama was alive she would indulge his spoiled ass by cooking his favorite, a pork roast with carrots and potatoes and green vegetables. He would ask for two meats and three vegetables and banana pudding. After she died, that chore went to me.

I cut out the two meats, cooked one meat and two vegetables, and received an angry phone call. Baby sister, what’s up with my food? Don’t you know I need my home cooked meal on Sundays? A man can’t function without his food. I need to keep up my strength.

You mean a man doesn’t have the energy to do what you do with Alexis if he’s eating out all the time. Those burgers and fries must take a toll on your erections.

You shouldn’t know about those things.

Why shouldn’t I know about those things? I’m nineteen and a woman.

You’re nineteen and my baby sister. I’ll tell you when you’re grown, Wayne says to me. I take offence with his words.

Who has been taking care of your ass? Washing your clothes, cooking, cleaning up after you, keeping those black girlfriends of yours from beating down Alexis, and keeping you in line so you can meet that rich woman. Who has been giving you advice because you act like you’re sixteen playing with toy soldiers and cars when you should have been out learning about girls and life? Me. Now leave me alone and talk to Alexis like that. She’s your woman, I’m not.

There was a long silence and he said, Never mind that shit, what about my food?

Men and their food. All they ever need is a home cooked meal, a little release, desert, and they are as tame as poodles, but even a poodle gets riled when they don’t get what they want.

I shot back at him, Let that white woman you’re so fond of cook you a meal if you don’t like what I’m doing.

You know Alexis Wentworth can’t cook. She comes from a prominent family in Seattle. She had a maid and butler all her life.

There are no prominent families in Seattle. Her family is probably one of those poor ass pioneers who stumble on something by mistake. They were lucky and she’s lucky. Just like she stumbled over your poor ass and thought it was gold.

I’m gold to her baby girl, ever loving black gold, and she can’t get enough of me. She bathes in me night and day. Now the conversation had taken a turn south, and I didn’t want to hear my brother tell me on one hand that he’s taking her white ass night and day, and I have