Yuki's
Luck
Smith
Pact Duo Book 1
by
Ja'Nese Dixon
Genre:
NA Romance
He’s stolen her heart, it’ll take luck to get it back.
Just
her luck, one evening after too many shots, Yuki wakes naked tangled
in Dylan’s expensive sheets. Yuki Smith doubts her mother’s
judgment on men, life, and definitely on naming her “lucky.”
Dylan
Jameson is her twin’s best friend and all the things she’s not.
Filthy rich, focused, and drop-dead gorgeous. And beneath it all he
is a really great guy. Then he messed it all up by asking for what
she could not give, commitment.
Dylan
heads to Ireland, somehow he took her luck with him. Now
Yuki must board a plane to god-knows-where, to encounter
god-knows-what, hoping for a chance to tell Dylan the truth. Because
he’s captured her heart and something tells Yuki she’ll
need luck to get him back.
Friends
become lovers in Yuki’s Luck with strong family ties, alpha men,
and professional women in beautiful Dublin Ireland. This BWWM
romance will have you happily reading non-stop until the last word.
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“Do you have a reservation?” A man in a penguin suit asks from behind a podium. I glance over his shoulder, and the inside is formal with white linen and soft candles. It echoes one sentiment, romantic. No Dylan. No Dylan. No Dylan. This chant isn’t working as images of his smile, his eyes and a low rate hum ensue. The one I get every time I think about him. Every time I see him. It happens more frequently. This will not help. Before Asher married Jazz the three of us did everything together. Then our three became two. It felt odd without Asher at first. Over the past year, it became something we did. Every Saturday. Movies. Museums. Concerts. Missing our third wheel this time alone feels intimate. And although our secret meetings aren’t really a secret we have never had a candlelight dinner. But this is the address he sent by text this morning. “Ma’am.” His annoyed glare bores into me. “Ah, Jameson, Dylan Jameson.” He scans a list under a reading lamp, my stomach’s in knots. “Dylan, what are you doing?” I whisper searching the room for his familiar face. “I want to celebrate your birthday.” His silky voice holds a challenge. I stumble back connecting with his chest. “We shouldn’t.” Dylan steps closer planting his large hands on my hips. “Of course we should.” “Sir.” The suit insists. “Give us a second.” Dylan turns me to face him as he scans my body from head to toe. A singe of heat accompanies his roaming appraisal of my black dress paired with silver heels. “Yuki. Join me. Or I could celebrate your birthday alone.” I see his smile before his head falls. “How do you plan to celebrate my birthday without me?” I punch him in the arm. “You don’t have to do this.” I glance again over his broad shoulders at the impatient suit. “I know how important twenty-seven is to you.” I don’t buy luck. However, on my seventh birthday, Momma adopted me. I graduated college at seventeen. Twenty-seven looks as promising as the others. This is the downside of knowing him for most of my life. There are very few secrets between us. I stare up into his blue eyes, and I shiver. “We could dine upstairs,” he offers. Taking a deep breath. Upstairs means fewer eyes, we would be alone. Alone, alone. But this is Dylan, we’ve spent time alone before. I roll my shoulders back and close the space between us. “What’s upstairs?” “My penthouse suite.”
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“Do you have a reservation?” A man in a penguin suit asks from behind a podium. I glance over his shoulder, and the inside is formal with white linen and soft candles. It echoes one sentiment, romantic. No Dylan. No Dylan. No Dylan. This chant isn’t working as images of his smile, his eyes and a low rate hum ensue. The one I get every time I think about him. Every time I see him. It happens more frequently. This will not help. Before Asher married Jazz the three of us did everything together. Then our three became two. It felt odd without Asher at first. Over the past year, it became something we did. Every Saturday. Movies. Museums. Concerts. Missing our third wheel this time alone feels intimate. And although our secret meetings aren’t really a secret we have never had a candlelight dinner. But this is the address he sent by text this morning. “Ma’am.” His annoyed glare bores into me. “Ah, Jameson, Dylan Jameson.” He scans a list under a reading lamp, my stomach’s in knots. “Dylan, what are you doing?” I whisper searching the room for his familiar face. “I want to celebrate your birthday.” His silky voice holds a challenge. I stumble back connecting with his chest. “We shouldn’t.” Dylan steps closer planting his large hands on my hips. “Of course we should.” “Sir.” The suit insists. “Give us a second.” Dylan turns me to face him as he scans my body from head to toe. A singe of heat accompanies his roaming appraisal of my black dress paired with silver heels. “Yuki. Join me. Or I could celebrate your birthday alone.” I see his smile before his head falls. “How do you plan to celebrate my birthday without me?” I punch him in the arm. “You don’t have to do this.” I glance again over his broad shoulders at the impatient suit. “I know how important twenty-seven is to you.” I don’t buy luck. However, on my seventh birthday, Momma adopted me. I graduated college at seventeen. Twenty-seven looks as promising as the others. This is the downside of knowing him for most of my life. There are very few secrets between us. I stare up into his blue eyes, and I shiver. “We could dine upstairs,” he offers. Taking a deep breath. Upstairs means fewer eyes, we would be alone. Alone, alone. But this is Dylan, we’ve spent time alone before. I roll my shoulders back and close the space between us. “What’s upstairs?” “My penthouse suite.”
Asher's
Sonnet
Smith
Pact Duo Book 2
Armed with her sexiest f*ck-him dress and a hall pass…
Asher
Smith is a complicated man. He’s hardworking, loving, but distant.
And the only way Jasmine Smith can have him fully is to make him
think he’s lost her for good.
Fed
up she asks for a hall pass and he said yes.
Barely
holding back her tears, he witnesses the crime scene: her string
bikinis, lingerie, and her sexiest f*ck-him dress are packed and
aimed to kill.
Jasmine
books a flight for a week in Cancun with Yuki, her friend and his
sister, willing to do whatever it takes to get his attention.
This
trip will be the death or rebirth of her marriage. It’s up to Asher
to decide.
Falling
in love is easy. Staying in love presents a challenge for this
couple. On the rocks, an alpha male and strong woman will push their
love to the limits. This novella will have you glued to the couch
until…The End.
Smith
Surprise
Smith
Pact Duo Book 3
When it comes to love, age ain’t nothing but a number.
Rhonda
Smith had to open her big mouth when she promised Asher and Yuki, her
grown children, that she’d open her heart to love. And she intended
to keep that promise until she learned dating ain’t what it used to
be.
Now
there are apps for that. Not to mention speed dating, blind dates,
and singles gatherings. To top it all off, there's Netflix and
chills, and social media.
God
help her.
She’s
a widow with nothing to lose, hoping for a second chance at her
happily ever after, even if it means surviving absurd dates and
kissing a few toads to find a suitable, mature man.
But
when Jaxon Reinheart unexpectantly adds his name to her dance card,
Rhonda throws caution to the wind. The much younger, single dad,
plans to show her that love and chivalry are alive and well.
If...she’ll
let him.
A
May/December romance between a widower and a single dad that begins
with a family pact. This BWWM romance features alpha men, strong
women, and a family defined by love not blood.
Ja’Nese
Dixon writes tales of romance laced with strong women and stronger
men. My happily ever afters are meant to inspire. So, if you’re
looking for a page turner that will leave you blushing, with your
heart racing, and lying to yourself about reading “just one more
chapter” then grab a book.
She
is an avid reader and coffee drinker, who also loves to run, cook,
and quilt (and not in that order). Her ultimate goal as a writer is
to give you a little “staycation” with every story.
Ja’Nese
calls Houston home with her husband, three kiddos, and a four-legged
diva dog. Visit her website at http://www.janesedixon.com if you
enjoy romance, suspense, and good sweet & spicy stories that
inspire.
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