Twists and Curves - A Sexy BWWM Interracial BBW Romance Novella from Steam Books (Romantica) by Steam Books, Sandra Sinclair

 

    Chapter One

    “Have a great weekend. Good night.”
    Yolanda Gray gave a nod at the camera and then rose from her plush red armchair to walk down the carpeted ramp, her perfect smile still in place as she greeted the members of her audience, who stood up to shake her hand.
    This, she thought, was the best part of being a talk show host, which she had only been doing for the past two months. Back when she was a field reporter, she merely told her stories to a microphone, to a camera, never knowing the reaction of those watching the news unless she was summoned to the producer’s office the next day. Now, she could see on the faces of the people sitting in the studio how much they enjoyed her show, how much they loved her, and it was a feeling that filled her heart with such joy it could almost burst.
    She had never thought she would be a talk show host. Back when she had been offered the post a week after she had scored an exclusive, in-depth interview with a basketball player who had just been diagnosed with cancer, she had declined. She wasn’t sure she could handle her own show, especially since it hadn’t even been a year since she had made the jump to national television. 
    The network manager, however, had insisted. He was friends with the producer of the weekly talk show and its host at the time was leaving to focus on her third marriage.  When the producer offered her the position of being the show’s assistant producer as well, Yolanda had agreed, saying she would give it a try.
    She definitely didn’t regret it.
    She continued shaking hands with the members of her audience, who were mostly women, housewives if she guessed correctly, or women in their thirties who had given up on marriage, or so they gave the impression. She herself had been tempted a few times to resign to a life of being single, already having reached the age of thirty, but knew herself too well to know that she would never be fully happy unless she had a man who loved her by her side, which was why she was still searching.
    She knew it would be difficult to find ‘her perfect man’ given the fact that her figure was a bit on the heavier, curvier side – well, maybe more than a bit – and the fact that she was now famous – maybe not that famous but well-known just the same – but she wasn’t ready to give up just yet.
    She had a feeling ‘her perfect man’ was just out there somewhere, waiting for her.
    Her smile widened at the thought, but she pushed it aside as she focused on what the women in her studio had to tell her, returning some of their compliments. When she was done, she gave a final wave and then headed backstage, where the crew members were already busy fixing up.
    “That was a great show as usual, Yolanda,” one of the cameramen told her.
    “Thanks, Lewis.” 
    He was a good-looking, hard-working man and she wouldn’t have minded going out with him if not for the ring on his finger.
    “Yolanda, I love what you’re wearing today,” Janine, one of the older production assistants, said. “That shade of green looks just divine on your skin tone.”
    “Thanks, Janine. I’ll tell Deana.”
    “Don’t think it’ll look good on me, though,” Janine added quickly, frowning.
    Yolanda chuckled. 
    “Good job as usual, Yolanda,” the show’s director, Kathy, said as she approached. “That interview with Joel Newman was especially good.”
    “Thanks, Kathy.”
    “The next show is the one with Roy Carmichael, isn’t it? That CEO?”
    “Yes.” Yolanda nodded. “The CEO of Basix.”
    “I remember those commercials,” Kathy said. “Well, we’ll talk more about next week’s show on Monday, okay?”
    “Monday,” she agreed.
    “Yolanda!”
    Yolanda turned her head to see Caroline Dawson, an up and coming Broadway actress who was also one of her guests that night, walking toward her. “Caroline, you’re still here.”
    “Well, I did tell you that my sister is a jewelry designer, right?” Caroline