Heights of Desire: Book 1 of the Heightsbound Series (Volume 1)
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A woman who has everything meets a man who can offer her nothing but trouble. They bring each other to a height of desire neither thought possible, but is it enough to overcome the differences that tear them apart? Kate Champion, a forty-two-year-old, married mother of two, leads an enviable upper class life of luxury. Her comfortable path takes an unexpected detour after a chance encounter at a neighborhood playground. Jaylee Inoa is a twenty-two-year-old, second generation New York Dominican with close ties to the Heights and the gangs that run them. Her life of privilege is no match for the code of the streets he navigates with ease. When a crime of the heart leads to a crime in the flesh, how far will she go to redeem him? Can she risk all in her life that is golden for the love of her golden-eyed man?
asks, his face searching mine for approval. “Beautiful,” I say and lean in to kiss him savoring the sweat and sun on his skin. “Are you mad, about the jet ski?” he asks. “No, not at all. It’s fine. I just want you to know that if you ever need money. . . it’s not just Robert.” How do I say this without sounding like a complete asshole? “I have money, I mean my family – just ask me for money if you need it.” “You gonna give me money, Kate?” “All I’m trying to say is
really, truly have to go. Now. Can I see you tomorrow?” This is the first time I’ve asked him for plans. “Amor,” he purrs into my ear ignoring my question. He takes my earlobe in between his lips and gently pulls and bites. He webs his fingers through mine and pulls back looking into my eyes, then gently kisses me on the lips. “Here,” he says grabbing my wrist and wrangles off my rings again. He drunkenly shoves them into his pocket. “Okay, you can go.” I try to pull
okay with just enjoying them and the time we spend together. Chapter 2 Monday afternoon, the encounter begins to feel more significant because I have to take the girls to their ballet class and I can’t pretend last week didn’t happen. I’m nervous and excited about the possibility of running into him again. I’ve spent all morning considering what Sarah told me. My romantic self really wants to believe that our exchange was mutual even if any kind of relationship is absolutely impossible. My
have socializing on the agenda. My cashmere sweater garnered a few dirty looks upon arrival but my silence has been returned with silence. A sleepless night in jail is a long stretch to be alone with my thoughts, a catalyst for a self-induced dark night of the soul. It’s nothing but time and space to think about what I’ve done wrong and what I could have done differently. Those are the first round of thoughts that plagued this particular guilty repentant. The second wave contained desperate
to even consider. I lean back in my seat and Robert massages my hand in his. “Are you okay, honey? I mean – did anything happen to you?” “You mean in jail or last night?” “Jail. I know most of last night’s details from the precinct.” “Jail is awful, but nothing you can’t survive for a night. It’s more your own head that’s your enemy in there.” “The girls are with Carmen. They think you’re at your mother’s until tomorrow. I wasn’t sure how much to tell them.”