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Race For Love by Nana Malone
Pages: 359
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
A woman all alone in the world...A man too afraid to care for someone...
Up and coming racecar driver, Kisima Jennings, is all alone in the world and that’s exactly how she likes it. Who has time for family or friends? She has to keep the pedal to the floor before the career she’s worked so hard for goes up in smoke. But when a near-fatal crash jeopardizes her future, she’s forced to lean on someone for the first time in her life.
As a star athletic trainer, Derek Donovan has always kept his eyes on the prize, never letting personal entanglements come between him and his dream of being head trainer for the New Orleans Jaguars—until one misstep costs him everything. Now he’s starting over, but with a client as tempting as Kisima, is he destined to repeat the mistakes of his past?
Will the Race for Love trump the race for their futures, or can Kisima and Derek both find the success they’re longing for in each other’s arms?
RACE FOR LOVE is a BWWM Interracial Contemporary Romance with steamy sexual tension and strong language.
Pages: 359
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
A woman all alone in the world...A man too afraid to care for someone...
Up and coming racecar driver, Kisima Jennings, is all alone in the world and that’s exactly how she likes it. Who has time for family or friends? She has to keep the pedal to the floor before the career she’s worked so hard for goes up in smoke. But when a near-fatal crash jeopardizes her future, she’s forced to lean on someone for the first time in her life.
As a star athletic trainer, Derek Donovan has always kept his eyes on the prize, never letting personal entanglements come between him and his dream of being head trainer for the New Orleans Jaguars—until one misstep costs him everything. Now he’s starting over, but with a client as tempting as Kisima, is he destined to repeat the mistakes of his past?
Will the Race for Love trump the race for their futures, or can Kisima and Derek both find the success they’re longing for in each other’s arms?
RACE FOR LOVE is a BWWM Interracial Contemporary Romance with steamy sexual tension and strong language.
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Welcome to Cafe Chat with Nana Malone
How old were you when you first realized you wanted to write?
I was thirteen when I first started writing bad teen angsty poetry, but I was twenty-three when I started writing for book publication.
Most authors have an unusual story or way that they come up with their ideas for books…Do you have one?
Besides taking a notebook into the shower with me? Lol. No.
What was your biggest influence that steered you towards writing?
I’ve always loved books and voraciously read. I have my mother to thank for that. But as far as writing my own stories. I have a little book called Bridget Jones’s Diary to thank for that. It was the first book where the writer’s voice spoke to me and made me feel like I could do that.
I have to ask, what are the hardest scenes for you to write?
The family dynamic scenes. It’s so hard not to let my own family dynamics influence the scenes.
Are sex scenes difficult for you to word?
HAHAHHA. Yes a little. But usually I just say forget it and use the word I want. Readers don’t seem to mind.
Do you see yourself writing in another genre?
Right now I write in Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Romance and New Adult.
Has your family been supportive?
My husband is great about my writing. Always gives me time to get it done. My two year old is far less patient. Lol.
Are any of your characters reflective of you?
Of course. Every single character of mine has a little piece of me in them.
What do you like to do when you're not writing?
I’m usually reading or chasing around my daughter.
Who is your favorite book heroine?
Lizzie Bennet Pride and Prejudice.
Do you have any unusual habits that revolve around writing?
Lately, I’ve taken to trying a little meditation practice to help clear my mind and focus. So far it seems to be helping.
What is you favorite mystical creature?
Unicorn.
What were some of your biggest challenges at the beginning of your career?
You mean besides not having a clue what I was doing? HAHA. Seriously, I was bad. I knew nothing about characterization, plot, or structure. And I was arrogant enough to think it would be easy. I learned soon enough that I needed some classes and a ton of help.
How do you feel about reader comments?
I love to hear from readers. Good and bad. I’m serious. If it’s good, it helps keep me going. If it’s bad and constructive, it helps me grow, so bring it on.
Do you have any advice for new authors?
Write. Stop worrying about your Facebook presence or your Twitter feed and write. Learn as much as you can. Listen to your gut and above all get some constructive feedback on your book. And Moms and Boyfriends don’t count. You need brutal honesty from someone who reads your genre.
Where are your books available?
Where ever ebooks and audiobooks are sold. I really don’t believe in exclusivity.
What can we expect from you in the future?
You can expect more action and romance for sure. More Donovans, more In Stilettos girls, More from Love Match. Just more books.
Where can we reach you and become informed of updates?
Join me at www.nanamalone.com or www.facebook.com/nanamalonewriter, or www.twitter.com/nanamalone
Thank you so much for having me.
About the Author
USA Today Best Seller, Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she "borrowed" from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.
Want to know when the next book is coming? Hit up her Newsletter here. You'll only get updated when there is a new release or a special promotion for her Sexy, Sassy Readers. http://eepurl.com/2PeXb
*USA Today Bestselling In Stilettos Series *
USA Today Best Seller, Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she "borrowed" from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.
Want to know when the next book is coming? Hit up her Newsletter here. You'll only get updated when there is a new release or a special promotion for her Sexy, Sassy Readers. http://eepurl.com/2PeXb
*USA Today Bestselling In Stilettos Series *
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Excerpt:
She stopped her chair when she saw the man in the living room. From this vantage point, she had an excellent view of a spectacular jeans-clad ass. It was so good the jeans should be thanking him for making them look so good. Butterflies fluttered low in her belly and she silently admonished herself. What was she doing ogling this guy? She was here to work. Never mind that it had been so long she barely remembered what sex was like.
She dragged her focus back to the tall stranger taking up space in TJ's living room.
Dark, inky hair dusted his collar, lightly curling at the collar. His shoulders, holy hell, they were broad. Clearly, he worked out, but not so much that he looked like some muscle bound meathead. He still had a neck. Judging his height, he was probably around six feet two, maybe taller. He was just a little shorter than TJ. His back equally fascinated her as he studied the trophy wall and her stats. But she mostly focused on how his jeans hung low on his hips, showcasing his tight ass.
A deep voice startled her out of her reverie. "You should take a picture, it'll last longer. Or you like seeing it all in the flesh?" His voice was low and sexy, but held a note of teasing.
A flush of heat crept up her neck, making her face flame. The last thing she needed. When he turned slowly, Kiss involuntarily held her breath, almost like her body knew to brace itself for something magic.
Oh, wow. With a jaw carved out of stone, his beautiful cheekbones were more geared for a runway model than a physical therapist. And his thick, sooty lashes rivaled
her own. Jesus Christ, She was supposed to work with this guy? How was she supposed to work with him day in and day out for the next few months? She had twelve weeks until the Abu Dhabi race.
No way no how. Physical therapy required touching. Lots of...touching. She'd had her fill of too handsome too cocky assholes. Antonio had been one. She knew the type "I won't be needing a picture thanks, I've had enough."
The corner of his lips tipped into a wry smile and those piercing baby blues of his made it nearly impossible to think. Nearly.
He studied her in her chair for a moment. "So you're KM Jennings. I'm not sure why, but before I got here, I expected a guy."
She shrugged. "Kisima, actually. And it was done by design. When I first started, it was to slip me past organizers without too much discrimination. Added bonus was I looked like a boy for ages."
His gaze slid over her and her skin prickled with heat in response. "Somehow I doubt that. I can see you doing it to keep the announcers from butchering your name.” His voice was softer and flowed over her like melted chocolate.
“That too. It means spring in Swahili. Mom was Tanzanian.” Stop talking, Kiss. Why had she offered that? He wasn't here to date her. He was here to train her.
His gaze narrowed for a moment, then he angled his head toward the trophy wall. "That you in Sports Illustrated?"
Like an idiot, she blushed...again. What the hell was wrong with her? This guy was her supposed new trainer not some cute boy who wanted to buy her a drink at the club. "Yeah. The story on women in racing."
He nodded. "So the racing bikini is totally called for."
She'd regretted that spread from the moment she'd agreed to do it. It certainly didn't help her gain respect. Magazines liked to feature her as their token minority and woman. There were other women. And other black racers. But a black woman, she was a chupacabra.
Kiss shifted in the chair trying to take some pressure off her hip. "So they call you the miracle worker. Is it true? I mean, why do you patch up broken athletes? You going to have me all patched up and ready to drive in three months?" Her lower back throbbed and all she wanted to do was lie down and stretch properly.
His eyes widened as he watched her shift in the chair and he crossed his arms. "I don't know about that. I don't really believe in miracles." His frown deepened. "But I guess I like to help people. And athletes are a special breed. Able to do what so few can do."
"My own personal superhero. I suppose you'll have me call you Clark Kent."
"If you need to see me as a superhero, feel free. But there won’t be any magic involved. Just plain old hard work. One question though, do you want to tell me what you're still doing in the chair?" His glare was derisive as if she'd done something wrong.
She tilted her chin up. "Some trainer you are. I assume you've seen my file, so you know I can't really walk right now. This is my ride."
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She stopped her chair when she saw the man in the living room. From this vantage point, she had an excellent view of a spectacular jeans-clad ass. It was so good the jeans should be thanking him for making them look so good. Butterflies fluttered low in her belly and she silently admonished herself. What was she doing ogling this guy? She was here to work. Never mind that it had been so long she barely remembered what sex was like.
She dragged her focus back to the tall stranger taking up space in TJ's living room.
Dark, inky hair dusted his collar, lightly curling at the collar. His shoulders, holy hell, they were broad. Clearly, he worked out, but not so much that he looked like some muscle bound meathead. He still had a neck. Judging his height, he was probably around six feet two, maybe taller. He was just a little shorter than TJ. His back equally fascinated her as he studied the trophy wall and her stats. But she mostly focused on how his jeans hung low on his hips, showcasing his tight ass.
A deep voice startled her out of her reverie. "You should take a picture, it'll last longer. Or you like seeing it all in the flesh?" His voice was low and sexy, but held a note of teasing.
A flush of heat crept up her neck, making her face flame. The last thing she needed. When he turned slowly, Kiss involuntarily held her breath, almost like her body knew to brace itself for something magic.
Oh, wow. With a jaw carved out of stone, his beautiful cheekbones were more geared for a runway model than a physical therapist. And his thick, sooty lashes rivaled
her own. Jesus Christ, She was supposed to work with this guy? How was she supposed to work with him day in and day out for the next few months? She had twelve weeks until the Abu Dhabi race.
No way no how. Physical therapy required touching. Lots of...touching. She'd had her fill of too handsome too cocky assholes. Antonio had been one. She knew the type "I won't be needing a picture thanks, I've had enough."
The corner of his lips tipped into a wry smile and those piercing baby blues of his made it nearly impossible to think. Nearly.
He studied her in her chair for a moment. "So you're KM Jennings. I'm not sure why, but before I got here, I expected a guy."
She shrugged. "Kisima, actually. And it was done by design. When I first started, it was to slip me past organizers without too much discrimination. Added bonus was I looked like a boy for ages."
His gaze slid over her and her skin prickled with heat in response. "Somehow I doubt that. I can see you doing it to keep the announcers from butchering your name.” His voice was softer and flowed over her like melted chocolate.
“That too. It means spring in Swahili. Mom was Tanzanian.” Stop talking, Kiss. Why had she offered that? He wasn't here to date her. He was here to train her.
His gaze narrowed for a moment, then he angled his head toward the trophy wall. "That you in Sports Illustrated?"
Like an idiot, she blushed...again. What the hell was wrong with her? This guy was her supposed new trainer not some cute boy who wanted to buy her a drink at the club. "Yeah. The story on women in racing."
He nodded. "So the racing bikini is totally called for."
She'd regretted that spread from the moment she'd agreed to do it. It certainly didn't help her gain respect. Magazines liked to feature her as their token minority and woman. There were other women. And other black racers. But a black woman, she was a chupacabra.
Kiss shifted in the chair trying to take some pressure off her hip. "So they call you the miracle worker. Is it true? I mean, why do you patch up broken athletes? You going to have me all patched up and ready to drive in three months?" Her lower back throbbed and all she wanted to do was lie down and stretch properly.
His eyes widened as he watched her shift in the chair and he crossed his arms. "I don't know about that. I don't really believe in miracles." His frown deepened. "But I guess I like to help people. And athletes are a special breed. Able to do what so few can do."
"My own personal superhero. I suppose you'll have me call you Clark Kent."
"If you need to see me as a superhero, feel free. But there won’t be any magic involved. Just plain old hard work. One question though, do you want to tell me what you're still doing in the chair?" His glare was derisive as if she'd done something wrong.
She tilted her chin up. "Some trainer you are. I assume you've seen my file, so you know I can't really walk right now. This is my ride."
*If you would like to support this blog consider purchasing your books through the links provided. Thank you for stopping by. Comment, Share, and Happy Reading!
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