Taste of Lacey

Lacey never thought she'd be attracted to the blond hair and blue eyed type, but Rye was sexy as hell. And she wanted him. Badly.

Scratching a sexual itch for the hell of it was virgin territory to her, but surely she could give in to the pleasure he offered, if only for one night. It didn't matter that he was her brother's best friend. Or that her focus should be on getting her business on solid footing. Lacey Bishop, independent, logical black female, was about to hit the sheets with the white boy next door. She'd question her sanity later.

Ryder McKay wasn't suffering from lack of female attention, so he couldn't blame his raging need for Lacey on a dry spell. Beyond her being a gorgeous woman, he didn't know what fueled his urgent hunger. Her father and brother would probably want to kill him, but he'd had a taste of Lacey and one just wouldn't be enough. The hard part? Convincing her.