Black Bliss Series

Melissa Black is a woman of few words and even fewer friends. Not that she’s complaining. Considering all she’s accomplished, all work and no play are words to live by. Shooting for the moon led her to land among the stars as an astrophysicist. On top of that, she breaks new altitudes on the Air Force. And she isn’t even 30. From sleepless study habits to army crawls on dirt roads, she’s soared above and beyond time and again. So, why the hell should she care when the man who took her virginity twelve years ago flies back in her life? The Blacks are all Kingsley Hastings has. They weren’t just neighbors. They were the family he’d never had, but always wanted. He’d found a real friend in Lionel and General Black had pledged a paternal promise. But it was Melissa who’d given him his real taste of pleasure all those years ago. Too bad that taste came too little, too late. Searching for a life beyond the base, he was set to leave town the next day. He should’ve known better. Now, his father’s funeral brings him back to the barracks—and he’s determined to make things right. But the alluring aviatress clouds his judgment.

Giselle Black has read her story a million times. Now, she’s about to start writing it. But it doesn’t pay when she puts pen to paper. Life as a librarian leads her to stock the shelves, not build new ones. Not that it would make much difference. The town has already written her as a sultry single who needs to settle down. That doesn’t make much difference either. Giselle favours freedom over the prison of that picket fence. Scott Winters teases out her tale. Hard to believe he’s an architect. Lighting Giselle up like dynamite, he makes for a demolition man. But he’s faced with an unfamiliar feeling whenever she resolves to rise out of the rubble. Each explosion tears down his walls to build emotions. Braced upon the blueprints, Scott discerns desire from design. Neither of them have a problem laying their cards on the table. There’s no harm in showing your hand as long as you don’t play it. Too bad the hand isn’t the heart.  

Play to win. Play for keeps. Edith Black champions those ideas. Victors venture for the prize and she prospers with perspective. She never loses sight of her priorities but likewise, she never forgets her truth. That’s what makes her. Her flare is fierce, frank, and frugal. In the concrete jungle where such flare is supplanted by fashion, truth tends to elude the elites. For Edith, business is booming albeit budding as she barely breaks even next to her competitors. But that can change under the influence of an investor. Too bad the one she pitches is a traditionalist who insists an independent woman is less admirable than radical. As the old-school opportunity swims out of her sights, James Charles fades into view. The attraction is instantaneous, almost as raw as her resolve. But he isn’t keen to the confines of commitment—unlike his father who thinks he must become a family man in order to take on more of the family business. Lucky for him, Edith is a winning woman with no desire to land a leading man and his connections to her potential investor set some very lucrative stakes. James never counted on her raising them. Cast as his convenient counterpart, she seems content to play house since she knows the score. Edith enacts the plot but refuses to act upon the attraction. The distance is devastating but doable.   If they brave the business of pleasure, can the victors truly enjoy the spoils?    

Layla Black’s reality is becoming too real for her liking.  Life isn’t fair, there was no Santa Claus, and the myth of Prince Charming was outdated and outshone by his crude contemporaries. All these realities and more were duly driven home. Her life is augmented by ailing ambitions—and reality hits home hardest through a spike in her prescriptions’ price tags.  Madden Kadivar rues a reality of his own.  Fashioning his future as a pharmacist, his life lacks resonance and revelation. He is a man maligned by misgivings. The brood and bustle of his family’s business fails to brighten his days. Until Layla blackens his nights.