She opened the door to her townhouse and sleepily grinned at the sight before her. Wearing the hell out of jeans and a fitted top, Steve was better than coffee, which he carried. “Good Morning, stranger.”
“Good Morning.” Steve loved how Aliana greeted him. Her head was wrapped up in a bold, multicolored print. Her face still had a small imprint from the pillow. Her body was only covered by a small black tank top but somehow he felt she wore too many clothes. He loved it when she was dressed to the nines but there was something refreshing about seeing her raw and bare.
Despite her appearance, Steve’s eyes focused on Aliana’s tank. In bold, white lettering was the phrase, ‘Jesus is my Nigga.’
“Interesting tank top you’re wearing,” Steve raised an eyebrow, “Jesus is My a-word-I-can’t-say-because-I-don’t-want-my-ass-kicked.”
“Ah, very smart choice of words.” She grinned.
Untitled (still deciding on a title) should be out late next month. It’s a sensual contemporary romance.