Honor Most Profane

By Candy Caine

Cala Gonzales, the publisher of a successful woman's magazine with its headquarters in Manhattan, does an interview with People and inadvertently places a target on her back because of events that took place nearly twenty-five years before.

While Cala finds love and excitement with the new man in her life, Paul Silver, she's unaware that she's being stalked by a fanatic on a mission--to kill her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Candy Caine
• Release date: Jun 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386971276

Candy Caine

Whether she's writing red-hot interracial erotica or less edgy contemporary romance as Candace Gold, Candy Caine believes in living life to its fullest in Arizona with her best friend and husband, Robert.

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Praise for Candy Caine

BECAUSE OF YOU ...Engrossing...a page turner... I would recommend this book! — Romance Novels in Color A sweet romance. I love the heartwarming ending. — Library Thing

FLAVOR OF THE WEEK Pure light-hearted fun. A really heart-warming read with endearing characters. — LBAS Book Blog

FOR YOUR LOVE ...A cast of well-crafted characters you’ll want to cheer for...delightful story... — Niambi Brown Davis, Author of Sanctuary A sexy, fabulous read. I couldn’t put it down. — Bertrice Small, New York Times bestselling author

MORE HEATED PLEASURES ...Candy Caine once again hits the right erotic sweet spots... — Cynthia White, author of Awakened Desire A roller coaster ride of erotic thrills... Great fun! — Alice Gaylord, author of The Reluctant Handyman

NO STRINGS ATTACHED Good quick read with sex, secrets, and trauma. — Reading By The Book

SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR ME A story about real relationships...the romance between Evie and Dillon is electric.Candy Caine’s writing is impressive. — Latrivia S. Nelson, bestselling author of The Ugly Girlfriend

Copyright © 2018 Candy Caine. All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, no portion of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the express written permission of the author.

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.

This book is dedicated to my best friend, sounding board, and favorite husband, Robert, who always catches me when I fall and even laughs at my jokes. Without him, my world would be a cold and lonely place.

HONOR MOST PROFANE

By Candy Caine

PROLOGUE: Buenos Aires, 1990

"Yasmin, I am the ambassador from Iran to Buenos Aires. How does it look that my daughter does not obey her father or worse—the teachings of Allah?" Musa al Dossari scolded while his wife, Zahra, looked away purposefully busying herself.

I do not think anyone cares about me. And I certainly do not care what they think. I am being stifled here, unable to do the things my friends do—

Friends? You surround yourself with Infidels who only wish to corrupt and turn you from the true ways of Allah.

That is untrue and unfair. They are—

They are no longer our concern because you will never associate with them again. My daughter must be above reproach.

Yasmin turned her face from the angry glare of her father, but he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. The pain from his grip caused her eyes to water.

You will obey. Do you understand me, Yasmin? Her father demanded an answer and when she didn’t reply, he dug his fingers into her skin, repeating himself.

Yes, she said in a strained whisper.

His eyes bore into hers like twin lasers. I’ll not tell you again. See that you do.

Yasmin turned toward her mother who still would not look at her.

Her father spat, Don’t look to her for sympathy. She’ll not help you.

***

Despite the severe scolding Yasmin had received from her father, she decided to defy him and sneak out of the embassy compound to meet her friends at the Jose Amalfitani Stadium where a rock concert was being held. The main attraction was a hot young Mexican heartthrob named Enrique Gonzales, whose father, Carlos, was already a worldwide household name as a pop vocalist.

That evening, her parents would be attending an embassy function. She would be left with her two brothers. Only, her older brother, Amir, would probably leave to go clubbing with his friends. She found this highly unfair, but being a female she was no better than a second class citizen. In fact, Amir hardly ever spoke to her because she was a girl. Hassan, her younger brother, was different though. He was a sweet boy and she loved him.

Plans had been made to meet her friends at the bus depot at 7:45 PM. Just as Yasmin was leaving, Hassan saw her and asked where she was going.

"I am meeting my friend, Leila. Please, Hassan, do not mention this to Abee or Ammah."

Hassan, who worshipped his older sister, promised to keep her secret.

***

The stadium was buzzing with excitement. Finally, the MC strolled on stage and announced the first performer, Fito Paez. A thin, long-haired bespectacled young man came onto the stage and sat down at the piano. He played, El Amor Despues del Amor, and the audience loved it. Wanting to hear more from this talented singer, he obliged them by singing, 11 y 6. Yasmin thought that this guy would go far, but soon forgot all about him because it was now time for Enrique Gonzales to perform. She, like millions of other young girls worldwide, thought he was hot.

The audience went wild with a roar of approval that shook the stadium when Enrique walked onto the stage. Yasmin’s heart nearly leapt to her throat with the mere sight of him. He was simply gorgeous, she thought. What she would give to be with him. He began to sing a popular love song that she knew all the words to as he stepped down off the stage and into the audience. As he walked, girls swooned and screamed, trying to touch him. He stopped every so often to sing to one of them. And then he was standing directly in front of Yasmin.

Their eyes met and locked. As she looked into his dreamy eyes, she felt a new and unexpected warmth surge through her. To the amazement of the audience close by, Enrique cupped Yasmin’s chin and bent to gently kiss her lips. The rest of the audience strained to see why he’d stopped singing. Yasmin was stunned beyond belief as he whispered into her ear to come back stage after his performance. And then he continued singing the song from where he’d left off and made his way back to the stage.

Leila grabbed her friend’s arm. What did he say to you?

He asked me to come back stage when he was done, Yasmin said in a tremulous voice.

Leila’s eyes grew wide. "Really? Every girl in this place would gladly go in your stead. You are the luckiest girl in the world tonight. Do you realize that?"

Yasmin knew this, but wondered how many girls had been in her place before. Surely, Enrique did this at every performance, right? In the end, she’d be just another notch on his belt. Even so, he was Enrique Gonzales.

***

When Enrique’s performance was over, Yasmin said goodbye to her friends and made her way backstage. His bodyguard was waiting for her and led her to Enrique’s lavish dressing room.

Enrique was in the process of changing his shirt when the bodyguard knocked on his door.

Enter, Enrique called out and Yasmin nervously walked inside, her eyes glued to his muscled chest as he pulled the polo shirt over his head and smoothed it out. Then he ran a hand through his thick head of brown hair in a vain attempt to tame it from falling carelessly over an eye.

He greeted her with a warm smile. I’m so glad that you accepted my invite. Please come and sit down, he said gesturing to the couch.

What’s your name, pretty lady?

She managed to say, Yasmin.

Would you care for something to drink, Yasmin?

Water or tea, if it’s available.

Nothing stronger?  Enrique asked.

It is forbidden.

Wouldn’t wearing western garb be, as well?

Yasmin smiled. Very true. Then again, if my father knew that I had attended the concert tonight, he would have a seizure.

Enrique cocked his head. In for a penny, in for a pound. So, what about the drink?

Yasmin had her first taste of beer that night. They sat and talked about their different childhoods for an hour or so before Enrique offered to drive her home.

You mustn’t, Enrique. Someone might see us.

I understand, but I’ll not allow you to take a bus alone this late at night. Perhaps, I can drop you off somewhere close to the embassy.

Roaming street gangs sometimes robbed people out and about at night. Therefore, Yasmin accepted Enrique’s kind offer and his bodyguard called for a taxi. Enrique accompanied Yasmin and told the cab driver to stop a safe distance from the Saudi Arabian Embassy. Turning to Yasmin, he said, I enjoyed your company tonight. Then he took her in his arms and kissed her. Here are tickets for the rest of my concerts. Please come to each