Rhonda Bowen knew she would be a writer as early as eighth grade when she wrote her first
novel with a classmate in a dollar notebook. While waiting for the day to come she completed a
degree in Communications and spent a few years working in Public Relations and Event
Planning. Throughout this time however, her desire to write stayed alive. She eventually
completed her first novel, Man Enough for Me, which was released under Kensington Books’
Dafina imprint in February 2011.
Several years, a stint in Asia and a career change to youth work finds her still writing. She has
written four romance novels and her books have been featured in PUBLISHERS WEEKLY and
LIBRARY JOURNAL. Her latest novel Under Covers was released March 16, 2015. She writes
about the themes of Real Life, Real Love and Real Faith, weaving stories about strong women
who must deal with life and love without losing themselves. Sometimes they succeed, other
times they make a mess of things while trying.
When not writing or being schooled on what’s current by the youth she works with, she enjoys
chilling with her family, trying on shoes she can’t afford, bargain hunting online on Asian clothes
websites and enjoying the great outdoors. Visit her online at http://www.rhondabowen.com ,
http://www.facebook.com/RhondaBowenBooks or drop her a note at firstname.lastname@example.org
Naomi Savoy is five days away from marrying Jordan Lennox, the man of her dreams, when she
is faced with her worst nightmare. Her sister is missing. When her search for her sister sets her on
a path into her past, she is forced to ask for help from the last person on earth she ever wished to
see again – Garth Duhaney – a man she has both loved and hated for most of her life and whose
power over her she has never been able to break.
Jordan Lennox knows his wife-to-be is hiding things in her past. But his love for her keeps him
believing that one day she will come clean. But when the secrets force him on a trip across the
ocean only days before their wedding, he begins to question whether love is really enough.
Will love keep them together or will it all fall apart when everything is uncovered?
Find out in Under Covers
Under Covers Excerpts:
The first sign was the milk. The glass bottle hit the ground as soon as she opened
the fridge door. It shattered into a thousand pieces. Naomi’s body went still. She watched
the white fluid seep through her toes and spread across the floor while the feeling of
dread seeped over her stomach.
Her mother always had a thing about milk. She said the milk had been sour the
morning Naomi’s grandfather died. The creamer had leaked all over the fridge the day
her cousin, Marika, lost her baby. And even Naomi, who was usually the more practical
one, couldn’t forget the fly she found floating peacefully in the saucer of white liquid the
night before she lost her job at Whisper. Bad milk was a bad sign – especially the week of
She slipped out of the office and down the corridor to her own space. Jordan must
have heard her voice. He leaned lazily against the door frame, looking better in a collared
shirt and jeans than the photo-shopped image of a bare-chested J. Cole that she had seen
just moments earlier. Naomi felt the heat begin at her toes and travel all the way through
her as their eyes locked.
How had she gotten this lucky?
“Good morning, Red.” His eyes devoured her as the distance closed between
He pulled her into his arms. Naomi sank into him willingly as he parted her
smiling lips with his.
“Babe, the whole office can see us,” she murmured against his delicious mouth.
“Good.” He kissed her again. “Let them see what Black love looks like.”
Naomi rolled her luggage behind her as she headed to check-in for her flight.
“Natasha, you’re making way too big a deal about this,” Naomi tried to sound
rational. “The way I see it, I’ll be in Port of Spain by midday, sort this crap out in twenty
four hours and be back by Thursday night, three whole days before the wedding.”
“And how exactly do you plan to find your sister whom you didn’t even know
was going to Trinidad and has a twenty-four hour head start on you?” Natasha’s heels
clicked as she walked along behind Naomi. “I know Trinidad is small, but it’s still more
than 5000 square miles with over a million people. You got some special resources I
don’t know about?”
Naomi wrinkled her nose but didn’t look at her friend. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Natasha echoed. “Like wha…”
Natasha grabbed Naomi’s arm so suddenly, she nearly fell on her behind. But
before Naomi could protest, Natasha had whirled her around to face her.
“Naomi, please tell me you didn’t….”
Naomi couldn’t hold her friend’s intense gaze. “I had to…”
“Oh my God…” Natasha seemed to lose her strength as she sat down hard on
“He’s a police officer, a Sergeant,” Naomi protested. “He can help me find her…”
“He can lead you off a freakin’ cliff,” Natasha hissed. She stared incredulously at
her friend. “Are you seriously this dense that you would even consider having anything to
do with that man again?”
“’Tasha, he’s not that bad….”
“Not that bad?” Natasha screeched. “Have you lost your long term memory? Do
you remember what happened ten months ago? I almost lost you!”
“That wasn’t his fault….”
“It was completely his fault…”
“But things are different now,” Naomi protested.
“They always end up the same when he is around,” Natasha argued. “It was like
that in college, and it was like that last year when he came to visit.”
“But I am different now,” Naomi insisted. “I am not that girl anymore.”
Natasha shook her head. She dug into her purse. “I can’t deal with this. You want
to pour your life down the drain again fine, but someone else will have to supervise it.”
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed. “I don’t have the energy to watch you do
that to yourself again. I’m calling Jordan.”
His voice was rough. It hit Naomi like the bark of a tree against her bare back.
When she turned to look at him, she found that he looked just as wild, the uniform and all
it represented did nothing to tame him. Dark eyes, the color of coffee, stood out against
nutmeg toned skin. Naomi had thought that officers were required to be clean shaven, but
with the deep shadow on his square jawline, Naomi saw that Garth still broke the rules.
But the scruffiness didn’t take away from him at all. He was still as handsome as she
remembered. That never changed.
“Garth, wow, a uniform,” Latoya said dryly. “Never seen you in one of those
before. Does it help you remember that you’re a cop?”
“Nice to see you too, Toya.” His tone was dismissive, partly because there was no
love lost between the two of them, but mostly because he was too busy staring Naomi
down. And as she stared right back without flinching, Naomi suddenly knew exactly why
Natasha and Latoya were concerned. Truthfully, they had every right to be.
Waves of hot and cold rushed over her. Her mouth felt dry. Naomi was sure that
at any moment she would start shaking.
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