Risqué Book Two

GISELLE MCCALL

You remember me, right? The divorcee, the empty-nester trying to segue her way back into the dating world. Yeah, that’s me. I was thrown into a Risqué situation at the hands of my beautiful, and caring daughter. In her quest to get her Mama back out into the dating world, she brought this wonderful guy named Zane Cabot, into my life. As it turns out, that encounter gave me a new lease on life. Birthed a part of me that I didn’t even know was there! I’m thankful. But I won’t lie; shaking feelings from the past gets hard. Being done wrong, will do that. There’s still a part of me that is fearful of hurt, because of what I’ve been through. And why? Zane has given me absolutely no reason to doubt his intentions.

But then there are always those nagging thoughts. Letting them go is the struggle. But if I want a life with him—and I do—I have to give it my best.

ZANE CABOT

Summer has come to an end, and Giselle’s and mine was well-spent. I mean, immensely, well spent. We were fortunate enough to have met each other during a space of time, where we had a lot of time, to invest. It’s been great. Las Vegas is good. Giselle, is good. The job . . . all of it is good.

Giselle is pure beauty to me. I enjoy her company. And I enjoy the place that she’s carved out in a corner of my life. She encompasses what the ideal woman should be. But, as much as I hate to admit it, her inability to get out of her own way is wearing me thin. I don’t want to walk away. But if we can’t keep our heads from butting against the same wall, walking away might be my only option. See, the last thing I want or need, is a woman in my life that has to be babysat and coddled into believing the good in a man—a man who has only come to do right by her. I have a lot to give the right woman. And while I think I’ve found that woman, I won’t beg her to claim the space in my heart that I’m prepared to reserve for just her.

If she can’t see it for what it is, then we just weren’t meant to be.

TREVOR ROSSI

So, I’m getting somewhat of a bigger part in the story this time around. But what good does that do when somebody wants me dead? What sense does that even make? Right when I’m about to get to show a piece of my life, I may be losing . . . my life. And whoever this person is, they’ve gone through drastic measures to make sure that happens. Go figure. Never knew that bringing pleasure to so many lives could get under so many people’s skin. And because I was oblivious to that fact, I placed myself in a position to be ambushed.

All I know is if they win, there will be a whole lot of disappointed women out there. I’m just sayin’. But if they don’t win, let’s just say, it won’t be good for them. Especially, if I find out who it was. Because, see . . . I’ve never taken a life, but I’m sure as hell prepared to do just that.