Give Me Fever

Book 3: Strong Family

by Niobia Bryant

Genres: African American

Synopsis

It looked like it would take a miracle for sexy nature guide Jade Prince to notice quiet accountant Kaeden Strong. Then a camping vacation left them stranded together, sharing a sleeping bag and a wild encounter that burned up the cold night. When it comes to making heat, they're compatible in every way, except. . .

He's a workaholic who's allergic to the outdoors. She's an adventuress with a vixen's body and a tomboy heart. He's wanted Jade from the moment he saw her, but so do a long line of men--including her business partner, Darren.

On paper, Kaeden is all wrong for Jade--but can he prove he's right in all the ways that really matter?

Release date: April 15, 2010

Publisher: Kensington Books

Print pages: 320

Sample

“After you.”

Kaeden Strong held open the front door to Donnie’s Diner. His secretary and the sole employee of Strong Accountings, Felecia Craven, smiled briefly at him before she stepped through the door ahead of him. He paused briefly in the doorway to quickly remove his rimless glasses and wipe away a smudge. As soon as he placed them back on his angular face, Kaeden spotted a bright yellow Jeep Wrangler park across the street.

“Mr. Strong, thanks for taking me to dinner…”

The rest of Felecia’s words and the light touch of her hand to his arm barely registered as every muscle in his body froze when the driver’s door opened and Jade Prince stepped down onto the street. The short-haired, dark-skinned beauty had a very thick, curvaceous figure that could stop traffic.

She definitely made Kaeden pause. Mercy, mercy, mercy, he thought as he took her in as she strutted across the street in a pair of jeans shorts, a white tank, and gold high-heeled sandals. Her deep and dark skin gleamed like the sweetest and most decadent chocolate. Her short and curly hairstyle brought out her high cheekbones and deep-set eyes.

Jade was the epitome of a brick house. The old Commodores hit came floating into his head as each step showed the muscles of her thigh tense.

“The lady’s stacked and that’s a fact, ain’t holding nothing back.”

He swallowed over a lump in his throat.

His heart hammered.

His hands filled with sweat.

As she pressed one foot to the curb in front of Donnie’s, the fruity and sweet scent of her perfume floated to him. The same scent had taunted and tantalized him many a Sunday during church services.

Jade smiled briefly at Felecia and then him before she came to a stop in front of him.

Kaeden fought the urge to reach for his dreaded inhaler.

“Um…excuse me,” she said politely in a husky voice that made him wonder if she could sing.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Sorry.” Kaeden stumbled over himself as he quickly pressed his body back against the door to allow her entrance.

“That’s okay,” she said kindly, briefly touching his arm as she breezed past him into the restaurant.

Dammit.

This woman really did it for him in every way possible…and she had absolutely no idea.

Kaeden Strong refused to spend another evening alone.

Okay, he wasn’t talking about female companionship, although that would be nice. Doubtful…but nice.

Stretching his arms high above his head, he sat back in the leather executive chair. The office of Strong Accountings had closed hours ago, and Felecia was gone for the night. The facts and figures of his clients were beginning to swim before his eyes and did nothing in the way of offering him company.

Lately the loneliness of his life was really getting to him, especially with each of his brothers falling in love one by one. He knew there was no way in hell that he was next. He favored his brothers in looks, but he didn’t have the strong build or even stronger confidence that drew the women to his siblings. He was no virgin and he had relationships, but he was in the midst of one helluva dry spell. The handsome but nerdy accountant with glasses and a boatload of allergies wasn’t as appealing as strong and cocky farmers.

Kaeden was well aware that he was the black sheep of the Strong family. It was a role he adapted to since childhood. When he graduated from Walterboro High School, he attended Clemson, earning his bachelor of science in accounting and then his MBA. All of his brothers went straight to working on the farm full-time after school.

Adjusting his rimless eyeglasses, Kaeden rose from his seat and grabbed his tailored pin-striped suit jacket from the back of his chair. Usually he would gather up his files and work at home while he ate a TV dinner and watched television.

“Not tonight,” he promised himself as he strode out of the renovated brick home he used for his offices in Walterboro. The street lights were on and darkness had long since claimed the skies.

Kaeden unlocked his shiny new BMW 750Li, tossed his suit jacket on the rear seat, and folded his slender six-foot frame onto the Nappa leather seat. If he could be as successful with women as he was with his business, he would have a significant other in his life. His last relationship had ended after only three months because she couldn’t take how much he worked. Felicity thought he was not available enough and Kaeden thought she was too needy.

Kaeden came to a stop at a red light. Seconds later a yellow Jeep Wrangler cruised through the intersection.

Jade.

His heart pumped. He wondered if he would ever get used to the dark-skinned beauty. Ever since the first day she’d walked into Holtsville Baptist Church two years ago in that form-fitting pink dress, the woman had his head spinning. And not once in the last two years had he worked up the nerve to even start a conversation with her. Disappointment and rejection were not his faves. The men of Holtsville flocked around her like bees to the sweetest nectar, and he knew there was no way a woman like Jade would want to be with a man like him.

She was completely different from any woman he had ever dated. More beautiful. More sexy. More curvaceous. Less conservative. More…everything.

Pushing away feelings that were more akin to a boyhood crush than anything, Kaeden steered his vehicle down Highway 17 headed toward Holtsville. He wished he could put his windows down, but it was just early May and the pollen count was still high enough to send him into a full allergic fit. He’d been through enough of that as a child. It had been hell watching his brothers and his little sister playing outdoors, watching them through the windows.

As he turned his vehicle off the main highway onto a long and curving winding road paved in asphalt, Kaeden soon was able to eye his childhood home. The brick two-story structure with plenty of glass windows was enhanced by manicured lawns with topiaries, bushes, and flowers galore—all carefully selected because they were least allergenic.

Kaeden shook his head at the memory of the landscapers completing rebuilding and replanting the gardens once his parents learned they were so detrimental to him. Yes, he was the black sheep, but his family had always made sure he felt completely loved.

Parking in front of the house, Kaeden hopped out and jogged up the steps to the front door. He frowned to find it locked. His parents hardly ever locked the door, and he had long since turned in his key once he moved into his own place. He rang the doorbell and even knocked twice. They weren’t home.

Grabbing his BlackBerry from his hip, he quickly dialed his dad’s cell phone number.

“Kael Strong.”

“Hey, I’m standing on your front porch. Where are you two?” Kaeden asked as he jogged back down the stairs to his car.

“I decided to take my beautiful wife out to dinner. Is something wrong?” Kael answered in the strong and deep voice that his sons had inherited. The voice only hinted at the strength he maintained as the head of the Strong clan.

“Just looking to catch a home-cooked meal,” Kaeden lied as he climbed back into his car and started it.

“Not tonight,” his dad joked.

“Ha ha ha, Pops,” Kaeden drawled. “Talk to you later.”

Kaeden reversed his vehicle into an arc before driving up the paved drive back to the main highway. “Even my parents have a damn life,” he muttered as he steered his vehicle back up Highway 17 in the direction of Summerville. After over forty years of marriage and five kids, his parents were still affectionate, still fiery, still in love. That’s what he wanted for himself.

He made a left on Raccoon Lane, slowly taking the long and bumpy unpaved dirt road until he pulled in front of an impressive, two-level brick home. Kaeden parked next to Kade’s new Yukon Denali. A night of good food cooked by his sister-in-law Garcelle and playing with his tween-aged niece Kadina was just the distraction he needed. He jogged up the stairs to the large porch, knocking twice on the door. He waited a bit and then knocked again.

The door jerked open and Kaeden frowned at the sight of his 6’5” brother standing before him in boxers.

“What up, little brother?” Kade asked, sounding out of breath.

“For one, your boxers are on backward, playa,” Kaeden teased.

Kade smiled broadly, showing almost every white tooth in his head as he shrugged. “You know how it is sometimes.”

“Oh,” Kaeden said in clarity.

“Kade, estoy empezando sin ti!” Garcelle hollered from inside the house.

“What did she say?” Kaeden asked in curiosity.

“I told your brother I was starting without him,” Garcelle said suddenly in her still-prominent Spanish accent, appearing in the doorway wrapped in nothing but a sheet and a beguiling smile.

Kade laughed as he wrapped his arm around her and easily picked her up to press his lips against her smooth neck.

“Bye, Kaeden,” Garcelle said sweetly, waving over Kade’s strong, broad shoulder as her husband stepped deeper into the house and used his foot to close the door in Kaeden’s face.

He fought the urge to be jealous of his brother’s happiness as he jogged down their steps and climbed back into his car again. Kade had found love twice in his lifetime. First with Reema, whose unfortunate passing had sent his brother spiraling into a life filled with mourning, and then with Garcelle—a fiery and sultry woman who helped him learn to live and love again.

Kaeden started to just go home to his own town house, but the thought of another lonely night forced him to head over to his brother Kahron’s. Knowing the chemistry he always witnessed between Kahron and his wife Bianca, he didn’t want to run up on another scene of seduction. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed the cell of the brother that he favored so much.

“If only I could pull all the women Kahron used to,” he drawled, slowing down to pull his vehicle on the side of the road out of traffic.

“Whaddup, bubba.”

“Where you at?” Kaeden asked.

“We’re dropping KJ off to his PaPa Hank and then I’m driving with Bianca to Knightsville for a horse about to foal.”

Bianca was a veterinarian who operated her practice on her father’s horse training farm. Kaeden’s involvement with the various farms his family operated only went as far as handling the paperwork and paying the employees, but he knew horse foaling could take all night.

“I was gone drop by for some family QT,” Kaeden began as he watched for a break in traffic to swing his vehicle back down Highway 17. “But I’ll catch you guys another night.”

“A’ight.”

Kaeden dropped his cell phone onto the passenger seat. His sister Kaitlyn was off on one of her misadventures being twentysomething and carefree with her other spoiled friends. He knew his brother Kaleb—the ultimate bachelor—was already at his usual after-hours hangout, Charlie’s, playing whist and drinking beer. Not in the mood for that, he steered toward home.

Kaeden lived on the outskirts of Holtsville near Summerville in a new subdivision of stately town-homes. He steered his vehicle down the various turns and curves and was home in less than fifteen minutes. As he parked his car in the driveway and walked across the yard, he felt the urge to make love. He shook it off. Although he was in his late twenties, sex was not the all of his desires.

“Thank God,” Kaeden drawled sarcastically.

Once he was inside, he paused in the doorway, wishing his wife was in the kitchen cooking dinner and that his kids were running to jump into his arms. It was a home of great style and substance. A home that was a testament to his business success. A home that was ready to be filled with family and love.

 

Jade finished her five-mile jog on the treadmill, grabbing her hand towel to blot the sweat from her chest before she stepped down onto the floor. She picked up her water bottle, placing it to her lips before she tilted her head back. Once her thirst was quenched, she stepped forward to study her figure in the full-length mirror covering the entire rear wall of the gym.

She turned this way and that in the white fitted tank top she wore with lime green shorts with a white trim. She frowned a little. It wasn’t that she hated her body, especially considering she had been overweight up until she discovered dieting and exercise in high school. In total irony, the chubby kid shed the fat and revealed a brick house body that drew men to her far more than she wished—and not just because she had a friend. No matter how much she exercised, her assets weren’t going anywhere and neither were her proportions. Full breasts, small waist, wide hips, thick thighs.

Just like her mom—sexy divorcée Deena Rockwell-Prince, who was forty-three but looked and acted every bit of thirty…or younger. Being just seventeen years younger than your own mother had its ups and downs.

In the mirror, her eyes focused on the scene behind her and she rolled her eyes at four men standing together watching her like a hawk. She locked the cap on her water and turned to walk to the steam room. Unfortunately, her admirers were in her path.

“Whaddup, baby girl?”

“Damn, you fine as hell.”

“Whoo-oo-hoo!”

“’Cuse me,” she said politely in that husky voice of hers as she edged between equipment and a tall, buff brother in red who looked like a walking steroid commercial.

Whap!

Jade froze as her eyes widened in pure shock and disbelief. One of them had slapped her bottom as if she was walking the strip during Black Bikers Week. Jade whirled on them, and she knew from the smirk on the face of the light-skinned brother looking like the poor man’s version of Boris Kodjoe that he was the culprit. She eyed him boldly as she placed her hands on her hips and placed one size nine Nike sneaker in front of the other to reach him. “Oh, oh, Jay,” one of the men warned playfully.

Jade reached out and grabbed his crotch so quick that she caught him completely by surprise. “What’s the matter? Don’t you feel complimented by me touching your body without permission?” she asked as she squeezed a bit. “I’m just showing my appreciation.”

“Dayummmmm!” the other men roared in unison.

“Now…let’s both play hands off.” With one last jiggle, Jade released him and turned to walk away, desperate to wash her hands.

She was glad to be out of range of the oversized juveniles. She took a quick shower and then wrapped a towel around her body to enter the steam room. “Thank God,” she sighed, glad that it was empty as she pressed her body against the steam bench and inhaled deeply and slowly.

She knew time was not on her side because she had an early day tomorrow, but for now she was going to enjoy this small luxury.

Jade knew she looked like a video vixen who wanted to be pampered and treasured, but at heart she was—and would always be—a fiercely independent tomboy. She hunted. She fished. She rode horses. She rock climbed. She liked to go camping. She was all about the outdoors.

It seemed only natural for her to start her own business as an outdoor tour guide. Wild-n-Out Tours was her baby and the brainchild of her co-partner, fellow guide Darren Jon. It had been costly to begin the business with purchasing liability insurance, buying the equipment, office space, and used vehicles for transportation of groups, but things were finally beginning to pay off. Thankfully they were able to acquire a small business loan and get lots of help from family. For the first year they mostly operated their services on the weekend, but in the last six months they decided to expand because of the warm weather and increased business. They both were finally beginning to feel good about their decision to leave their factory jobs and join together to blend their mutual off-hours outdoor adventures into a viable business.

She smiled a little at how their business friendship had recently blossomed into them casually dating. So far everything was good. She wasn’t looking for a full-blown relationship, but it was nice to have someone to chill and go to the movies or out to dinner with.

With regret, Jade took one last deep inhale and a leisurely stretch before she rose and left the steam room. She wasted no time dressing in her khaki capris and shirt before throwing her dirty exercise clothes in a bag and heading out the gym.

“Night, Jade,” the receptionist called out to her.

Jade waved and smiled. She was a regular—at least twice a week—and she was sure everyone at the small gym knew her well. Outside the gym she tossed her bag into the rear of her brightly colored Jeep Wrangler that she lovingly called Sunshine.

As she easily shifted the gears of the six-speed manual transmission, the night air breezing against her body felt good and she was glad she had taken the black soft-top off. She had the Wrangler wide open in the wind because she was so ready to get home to the little cottage she rented from the twin brothers who owned Jamison Contractors. The brothers—who both were sexy as all get out and happily married—had completely renovated their grandparents’ cottage and Jade had jumped at the chance to rent it when she decided it was time to move out of her parents’ house.

As soon as she reached Holtsville’s town limits, Jade slowed her vehicle down, not wanting to get a speeding ticket. Holtsville, South Carolina, was the epitome of small-town America, and Jade loved it. There were under a thousand people living in Holtsville compared to the over five thousand people living in nearby Walterboro. It felt like everyone knew each other or at least knew someone that knew someone else. True, sometimes the gossip of the closely knit townspeople worked her last nerve, but she loved the forest in her backyard, the charm of the small Main Street area, and the fact there was nary a traffic light in the whole town. She loved the laid-back pace. The sound of animals talking in the nighttime. The star-filled nights. The natural smell in the air after rain. Country fairs and festivals.

She’d take country living over city living in a heartbeat. She was born and raised up in Holtsville. She would enjoy the rest of her years there as well.

Jade slowed down, making the left by the lone one-pump gas station in Holtsville. Usually if she made it home in time she would stop and sit on the porch with Cyrus Dobbs, the grizzly silver-haired owner who was more false teeth than anything.

Soon she was turning onto the cement-paved driveway of her little two-bedroom cottage. She paused and smiled at how warm, cozy, and inviting it looked. The porch light was on above the built-in swing. Her colorful flower beds perfectly accentuated the wood of the cottage and the black of the shutters and front door.

Pulling forward some more to park in the front yard, Jade grabbed her keys and her bag. She was walking up onto the wooden stoop of the cottage when a car whizzed past and the driver tooted its horn. Jade just threw up her hand in greeting, not even bothering to look and see who it was. In the country, everybody greeted each other in passing.

As she stepped into the house, the scent of her perfumed body spray still hung in the air. She hit the switch to turn on the living room lights and quickly walked around the room lighting the dozens of scented candles she adored.

She loved the little cottage. It was small and intimate. Just enough room for one.

Jade had just snuggled into the corner of her caramel microsuede couch to eat the rest of the salad she made last night when there was a solid knock at her front door. Frowning, she eyed the clock above the stone fireplace. It was going on ten o’clock.

Still chewing, she rose from the chair to walk over to one of the two large windows flanking the front door. She frowned at the sight of Darren standing on her stoop. He could’ve called first, she thought, feeling intruded upon.

Jade stepped back to open the door. “Hey, what are you doing here?” she asked, leaning on the door as she looked up at the tall and dark-skinned man who had the muscled frame of a gladiator.

“Damn, I’m glad to see you too,” he said with mock sarcasm in a voice that sounded deep enough to shake the rafters.

Darren stepped forward quickly a. . .