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Title: Raindrops on Roses
Series: Favorite Things Trilogy #1
Author: Millenia Black
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 18, 2014
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A Searing New Trilogy from the #1 Bestselling Author of The Great Pretender
What happens when his ex just won't let go?
Mayfair Island, Florida. Grief-stricken after the sudden loss of her beloved grandmother, an enduring but reclusive Hollywood icon, young Priscilla Bauer finds herself adrift and looking to find solace in the arms of her vast inheritance, when she meets the kind and considerate corporate brand designer, Michael Frost—a drop dead gorgeous beacon of light in her all too dark night.
Falling hard and falling fast, Priscilla has no idea she’s stepped into dangerous territory...someone else has already branded Michael Frost her very own—with no intention of letting him go!
Love. Loss. Jealousy. Vengeance. Passions are high but bitter vengeance gets even higher in this razor-sharp love triangle you won't forget!
With Raindrops on Roses, the captivating Favorite Things Trilogy takes flight!
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#1
When he entered the apartment, he saw that Amber had fallen asleep on the sofa and was snoring softly, sprawled out against the oversized pillows. She'd popped open a mini-wine bottle and left it half empty on the end table next to her wine glass. Her phone lay in the palm of her hand and she looked almost camera-ready lying there with her porcelain face still in full make-up and her ash blonde hair fanned out like a halo around her head. The top of her Forever Amber tattoo peeked out from her ample cleavage.
She must've gone out, he thought, noticing her heels had been kicked off near the coffee table. But she had clearly fallen asleep out here waiting for him.
Of course she did—what'd you expect?
Truth was, Michael hadn't expected anything. He hadn't thought much about Amber in hours. Once he'd laid eyes on Priscilla, he'd lost all concepts of logic and reasoning. But the funny thing was—he'd loved it! The time he'd spent in her company had made him feel alive, in a way he hadn't known he'd been out of touch with until now.
The spacious three-bedroom apartment he shared with Amber had always been cozy, a really nice home for the two of them, but Michael stood there now, looking around the living room, sensing that the end of their life together had just begun.
He saw an uncovered dish of lasagna sitting cold on the dining room bar. When he flipped on the kitchen light to put it away, Amber woke up, looking around as if she wasn't exactly sure where she was.
"Hey you," he said, hoping she wouldn't notice how rumpled he looked—or how sad he felt. Relax, he told himself. She'll just think the funeral got the best of you.
She got up and walked over to him, slipping her arms around his waist. "Memories?" she asked, searching his eyes.
He shrugged. "Yeah, it was pretty rough. But still, they did give her a nice send off." Michael returned the hug, praying she wouldn't ask what had kept him out until five in the morning.
"Lasagna's on the bar,"—she indicated the dish—"but we can just put it away for later."
"No, no," Michael said, giving her an uneasy smile, "let's have some now. I feel bad that you tried to wait up and I'm really sorry. I should've called but there was just so much going on, you know? So many people there to talk to. It was crazy."
"Yeah, but you could've texted me back, at least," she replied. "Anyway, if you're sure about lasagna for breakfast, I'm game. Let's eat."
They went into the kitchen and got busy heating up. Soon after, a delicious smell wafted through the air as Amber poured orange juice. She handed Michael his favorite dinner plate, then threw a light salad together.
Once they sat down to eat, she said, "So, how'd it go? What famous people did you meet? I saw on the news that most of the big name recluses came out for it."
"Yeah," Michael grumbled, "and it turned that poor woman's funeral service into a goddamn media circus." He dug into the lasagna, shaking his head. "Dad was like, 'just ignore it,' but that was next to impossible."
"Well, I offered to go with you for support," said Amber, "but you told me to stay home and work...that it wasn't necessary for me to come."
He saw now from her demeanor that her feelings had been hurt. "Well," he said, avoiding her eyes, "maybe I was wrong." He watched as her face relaxed and thought, Why's she so sensitive lately?
When they finished eating, Amber put the dishes in the sink and then immediately slipped into her mating dance. Smiling, she opened the refrigerator and Michael watched from hooded eyes as she produced a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries. Despite the circumstances, he felt compelled to return her amorous smile. Didn't he have to? Even as his body still reeled with the sweet aftershocks of having just made love to someone else?
Swaying back over to the table, Amber placed her lips firmly against his ear and whispered, "So how 'bout you come into the bedroom and help me eat some of these, hmm?" She put the tray in front of him and stroked his cheek.
"Sounds delicious," he replied, not quite meeting her gaze.
Lacing their fingers, she led him into their bedroom, where soft pink curtains draped the windows and red satin sheets clothed the bed in a rich blend of Amber’s favorite colors. She began undressing herself, her clothes quickly hitting the carpet to reveal a fresh Brazilian wax. Then she climbed into the bed and motioned for him to join her.
Armed with a strawberry, Michael teasingly ran it over her lips before slowly feeding it to her.
She quickly reached for his belt. "Baby, you should get a little more comfortable." Then she began teasing him with her tongue, helping him undress.
Once he was completely naked, she plucked two of the strawberries from the tray, fed him one and lay back against the pillows with the other, partially inserting it into herself. "So now you know where to go if you want more," she said with a grin.
Michael obliged. With any luck, he could make her forget he'd been out all night.
#2
It was exactly 7:30 p.m. when Michael entered the Raindrops' lobby and saw Priscilla standing near the concierge desk, talking with two other women. All were holding exotic looking drinks that seemed to match their hair and their dresses.
Smiling at her, he made his way across the room. She looked magnificent, wearing a floor-length green chiffon gown, with her long, jet-black hair slicked back into a high ponytail.
Seeing that he had arrived, she excused herself and came to meet him. It felt good seeing a sparkle in her eye. Her creamy shoulders were bare in the green dress and Michael wanted to kiss them right there in the lobby. "Hello," he said, taking her in.
"Hello," she replied with a bright smile. "I'm glad you made it."
"What?" he asked, handing her the rose. "Did you think I'd stand you up, or something?"
"Don't make me blush," she said, accepting it. "Thanks for this. How sweet."
They embraced and he settled for kissing her on the cheek. "You look almost too beautiful."
"Thank you. So do you," she said, taking his hand. "Come meet my friends, then we'll go in."
"Oh, you're ready to show me off now?"
She gave him a look and laughed, leading him over to the desk where the other two attractive women were standing. One was a redhead, the other a tall brunette.
"Ladies, this is Michael Frost, my date for the evening. Michael, meet my good friend Paula Fleischman and her sister Stella. We're neighbors."
He shook hands, greeting them both. Their curious appraisal of him was not lost on Michael. And as they all turned to go into the theater room, he noticed the knowing smirk Paula shot Priscilla. It seemed to promise an interrogation at the earliest possible convenience.
"Oh, my God," the girl named Stella exclaimed, grabbing Priscilla's arm. "Is that Clint Eastwood standing right next to Kim Novak?"
"Stell," Paula warned. "You promised not to embarrass us."
"I know. But even Doris Knight was out in the lobby! Doris freakingKnight! A woman who hasn't been seen out in public for decades. Cilla—you have to let me say hello to her."
"I'll introduce you later...but only if you relax, Stella. We can't have people thinking we invited a patient from the local psych ward."
Paula cracked up and gave her sister a look. "Exactly. Behave."
"This is pretty cool, though," said Michael, as they entered the balcony and sat down. "Seeing Hollywood royalty close up."
Squeezing his hand, Priscilla leaned in and whispered, "I'm so glad you're here."
"Me too," he whispered back, looking into her eyes. She smelled fabulous, and Michael was dying to kiss her, to cover himself with her, but he knew the time would come for that. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."
She blushed, but he saw good things in her eyes.
The evening began with an opening speech by the President of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, who spoke eloquently of Veronica Bauer's contribution to the film industry, and the enduring popularity of her Academy Award winning roles.
After a few other speeches and a collage of clips from her most well-known productions, there was a very nice dinner followed by a screening of her final film before retiring from Hollywood, Rainfall, opposite Sean Connery and Jimmy Stewart.
Afterwards, Michael got a signal from Priscilla and they snuck off to talk out in the lobby. "Didn't you want to hear the closing?" he asked, joining her underneath one of the elegant chandeliers.
"No, not really," she replied. "Did you? Because we can go back in if you want."
"Well, I was really enjoying it," said Michael, sipping his drink. "But now I'd much rather find out what you'd like to be doing instead."
Saying nothing, Priscilla slipped him a suite number and key card, then discreetly disappeared.
COMING NOVEMBER SOON IN THE FAVORITE THINGS TRILOGY
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AUTHOR BIO
No one does family and relationship drama quite like bestselling author Millenia Black! Heralded as a double life and relationship expert, she's been a featured guest on radio shows across the country, discussing the 7 Smoke Signals Your Man is Living a Double Life.
Millenia lives in Florida where she's currently unmarried and has never dated anyone living a double life...
She thinks.
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