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    Fearless (bwwm interracial romance)
    Fearless (bwwm interracial romance)
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    Fearless (bwwm interracial romance)

    By Cristina Grenier

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    A Sexy and Thrilling BWWM Interracial Romance

    Christine Younger took her family for granted until an attack from an overzealous fan destroyed the world as she knew it. Going back to her hometown of Pleasanthill to recuperate may seem like a good idea in theory, but Christine is more used to the spotlight than the clearance aisle.
    Fortunately, her physical therapist David knows just what to do to keep her occupied.
    With temptation around every corner, it’s only a matter of time before Christine finds herself growing more attached David than she ever thought possible. But David has his own reasons for wanting to keep her close. Soon he’ll realize that Christine’s life isn’t the only one in danger, and that in Pleasanthill, not everything is as it seems.
     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMonster Media LLC
    Release dateFeb 9, 2014
    ISBN9781497739512
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      I could not put it down. From the beginning I was hooked.

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      This is David and Christine's story. Fantastic chemistry with a bit of mystery woven through it. I really enjoyed it. Ms Grenier' s slowly becoming one of my trusted IR romance authors, that's for sure. And to think I hated my first book by her so much that I never thought I'd seek out any more of her work!

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    Fearless (bwwm interracial romance) - Cristina Grenier

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

    Copyright © 2013 Monster Media LLC

    Chapter 1: The Fan

    Christine Younger was fearless.

    It was what made her a great swimmer. A great athlete. A great competitor.

    She was fearless and she was focused. They were the words that ran through her head as she dove beneath the water. Her brain whispered them in time to the strokes of her arms, the kick of her legs.

    Fear-less, fo-cused, fear-less, fo-cused. Rising briefly above the surface to suck in a much needed lungful of air. Then it was back to the old song. Fearless, focused. Fearlessly focused, focused fearlessly.

    Oh yeah. Already she could feel her muscles straining, adrenaline coursing through her veins. It made her push herself harder, faster, deeper. Then she reached it, that sweet moment when strain and exhaustion were forgotten beneath the wash of the rhythm and the rush of water like silk across her skin. This was what it was all about. That moment when everything went silent and perfect, when her mind blanked and her body took over, when she sailed through the water like a creature born to it. When it was all over she would touch the edge of the pool, lift her head, and the cheering of the crowd and the flash of some reporters camera would replace the peace she’d found beneath the water.

    This time, when she touched base and lifted her head, only silence and darkness greeted her. Christine smiled. Next to competitions, she enjoyed swimming alone the most. There was something intimate, special, about having the space all to herself. The University she attended let her use their indoor pool for practice late at night since it was close to her house. They liked the prestige of having her use their facilities. If things continued to go well, then next year she may just find herself training for the Olympics. The thought was enough to make her chuckle. She ran a hand over her closely cropped hair and watched the rippling of the water as the dancing rings on the pools surface drifted further and further away.

    She could do it, Christine thought. She could make the Olympics. She’d probably even win. And wouldn’t that be something? Christine Younger, the first African American woman to win a gold medal in swimming. It had a nice ring to it. No, she wasn’t worried about whether or not she could pull it off. Her main concern was if she could find a babysitter in the interim.

    Christine sighed, drifting onto her back so that she could allow herself to float. Staring up at the vaulted ceiling she thought about her daughter. Four years old and full of spunk, Jasmine Younger was the spitting image of her mother. They had the same lanky build and caramel complexion. The same large, slanted, brown eyes with their thick fringe of lashes. The same wide mouth and cocky demeanor. For all intents and purposes Christine should have found it easy, instinctive even, to bond with her little girl.

    But getting to know Jasmine was hard to do when Christine was constantly traveling for competitions. When she wasn’t competing she was doing interviews, commercials, and benefits. Getting her name and face out there and fighting for endorsement deals. In her free time she did exactly what she was doing just then, which was practicing. Some people liked to criticize her behavior, her mother included, but Christine liked to think that the size of her bank account was enough to justify her frequent absences from her child’s life.

    Besides, Jasmine was so young she wouldn’t remember one way or another how often Christine decided to come around. She made it home for holidays (mostly) and birthdays (sometimes). For Christine that was more than enough, especially when she took her workload into account.

    Christine’s mother didn’t see things that way. Pamela Younger was a traditionalist through and through and in her mind a woman had no excuse for missing out on so much of her child’s life. At the thought of her mother, Christine frowned. Pam was getting worse. Their last video chat had revealed that Pam had been sent to the hospital three times already for her heart. Christine didn’t feel right leaving Jasmine with her grandmother under those circumstances, but at the same time it wasn’t like she could take care of a toddler. Which meant a babysitter. Maybe it was about time she thought about investing in a Nanny or live in nurse. Someone who could stay with Jasmine and Pam while Christine was away and look after them both. Christine made a mental note to have her publicist look at some prospects.

    She was giving herself a mental pat on the back when she saw him.

    At first he was just a shadow, blending in seamlessly with all the rest. The pool boasted recessed lighting and something about the way the light reflected off of the water briefly highlighted the stranger’s silhouette.

    It was only for a second, but it was long enough for Christine to realize that she didn’t recognize the man watching her. Enough to realize that he was blocking her only exit from the room. Her heart leapt and she dipped below the surface, flipping in the water to head back to the pool’s edge. She broke the surface and looked up just in time to see him began to stalk towards her.

    Lifting herself out of the water, she wiped droplets from her face and squinted into the darkness, trying to make out more of the man’s features but unable to in the weak light.

    If you wanted to use the pool, I’ll be done soon. But you can’t- he had been coming steadily closer as she spoke and his hand whipped out, fingers clamping around her jaw and cutting off whatever she’d been about to say.

    He pulled her close and she stumbled a little on the wet tiles.

    I’ve been waiting a long time for this. He breathed and Christine finally allowed the fear struggling in her to have free reign. She angled her head and bit his hand, shoving at him at the same time. He cursed and his arm came up. He backhanded her across the face and blood filled her mouth. She fell, hitting the ground hard enough to make her cry out. She didn’t pause to think about what was happening, didn’t bother denying that something so random and violent was happening to her, she’d have time for disbelief and questions later.

    If there was a later.

    She scrambled across the floor, knees and feet slipping on the wet tile until she got to a spot dry enough to gain some traction. When she managed to get to her feet she ran. Looking over her shoulder she saw the man less than a few feet away and twisted out of his reach just as he lunged for her. Christine pulled herself up short, out of his reach, her fingers clawing desperately for the ladder leading up to the high dive board.

    It was madness to go up, to trap herself, but panic rode her hard.  It told her to get away, to avoid his touch at all costs, and the door was too far away. A distant dream she knew she’d never reach. So she climbed, the rungs of the ladder digging into the soles of her bare feet and her breath coming hard and fast. Adrenaline drowned out the sound of everything else, and if her body hadn’t felt so heavy, so cumbersome, she could almost imagine that she was in the middle of a race. Muscles straining to reach the finish just a second faster than the girl swimming next to her.

    She reached the first board, looked down to see him still there, still coming for her, and turned to climb up the secondary ladder that would take her to the topmost diving board. Higher and faster, fear-less, fo-cused, hand over hand. Lift one foot and then the other, straining to go just a little further.

    Then she was there. At the top with the world spread out around her and the pool a shimmering mirror far, far, below.  His hand dug into her arm as he finally caught up with her and she screamed, pulling away from his touch, shying away from the feel of his skin on hers. Her feet, still wet from her swim, slide on the diving board. Her skin, just as slick, combined with the violence of her motion, pulled her out of his hands. The sudden shift of weight too much for him to keep his purchase.

    Christine felt herself falling back, felt the moment when she slipped off the edge of the diving board, when suddenly there was no going back. No fixing it. His eyes widened and Christine had a moment to note their color.

    Hazel.

    A light hazel.

    The last thing she saw before gravity took over and she sailed through the air was of him reaching, fingers grasping desperately as lunged for her. The plummet to the water felt as if it took forever, but in reality it was over within the blink of an eye. She screamed all the way down, the sound echoing in the cavernous space, and she hit the surface of the water with so much force it may as well have been cement for all the care it took with her fragile human bones wrapped in fragile human flesh. Her lips parted, a silent cry of agony. Then the water rushed in, filling all of her empty spaces and overwhelming her senses as the world fell away and everything went black.

    Chapter 2: Those good ol’ country boys...

    Momma! Jasmine was at the age where Christine’s title was always a statement rather than a

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