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#SundaySnippet: A Boy is a Gun (Finesse #3)


Unedited Snippet:

Checking my cell phone for the umpteenth time that day, there was no word from Taylor at all. I wanted to chalk up her emotions to the pregnancy and she was just all over the place. I knew that was bullshit. 

She really didn’t want to be with me at all. 

I wish I could say I didn’t know what the hell happened but I know better. Once Taylor had calmed down and got some clarity about everything, she packed up and left. No good-bye note. No big dramatic exit. No cursing or fighting. She packed up her shit and left. 

I can’t say I blame her. I put her and the baby in real harm and they could’ve been killed. Could’ve been. I knew they weren’t going to be and Taylor now knows that. But if she wanted to leave, she was going to leave no matter how I felt about it. 

I gave up the life for her and Taylor still left me on read. I love Taylor and want to be with her. She’s also having my baby. I need them both in my life. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get them back and I will. 

I walk back outside in the blazing Atlantic City heat and hopped into the awaiting Escalade, where Que is in the backseat. He’s on the phone with another contact and I just let him talk. He’s running things now and I’m just along for the ride. 

“Keep me posted.” He gets off the phone and tosses it on the seat. “We got a problem.”

“Oh?” I motion to the driver and he puts the truck into drive. 

“Atlanta P.D. has a newfound interest in the Administration because of what happened to Jacqueline. She was their contact for a lot of stuff.” Que scrolled through his phone. “To say they’re a little upset with her death is putting it nicely.”

I shrug. “Tell me why I should care.” 

“She had a contact with the police department, who has a contact at the DEA…” Que trails off and pauses for a moment. I don’t rush Que because I know he’s trying to collect his thoughts. He doesn’t like to repeat himself and always makes sure he says something one time with enough explanation where no one could be confused as to what he said. “…how close are you with your Pops?”

The hair on my neck stands up. My father and I have a complicated relationship. We’re close but it’s still a question if we’re close because we’re related or we’re keeping track of what the other does. I think it’s a combination of both. After all, how many fathers and sons can honestly say they’ve fucked the same woman?

Once my father got wind of me being a street pharmacist, he didn’t give me the good ol’ Just Say No speech that was so damn popular when white people in the White House were sprinkling crack in the Black neighborhoods, but didn’t want their white kids doped up.  

My father decided he wanted in and he was willing to do whatever he could to make sure he succeeded. 

A fellow Congressman has a cocaine habit? My father got the best, purest coke from me to convince his enemy to sign a bill that would cause more harm than good. Another senator loved molly? My dad always had a little something for him on the golf course in exchange for some lobbyists.

My only caveat was I don’t sell in the Black neighborhoods. I just don’t. It’s not a political thing, but rather, a monetary advantage. When a white person wants to get high, they’re willing to do anything and sell anything for that hit. I can make ten times as much off one white junkie than I do off 20 Black addicts.

I support my father in public, though I don’t agree with a damn thing he does with his politics. I know his reputation both in Congress and in Atlanta. When my father isn’t actively trying to go back to the glory days of segregation, I know he is dipping his dick in anything that wasn’t white. I also know my mother, Heather, couldn’t care less because nothing was going to ruin her All-American housewife image.

My empire has laced my mother with the finest and the best. Her home is filled with Hermes, Baccarat, and Lalique. Her closet is equally expensive with Gucci, Chanel, and Alexander McQueen. While other people try to downplay their wealth, my mother wants everyone to know how rich she is. 

Que asking me how close I am with my father has nothing to do with love or loyalty for that matter. He’s asking me in not so many words would I be okay with potentially murdering my father, Senator Eric Page, for betraying me? 

And honestly, I have to think about it. “Tell me everything you know in as much detail as possible now.” 


Release date TBD. Cover reveal coming soon.

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Scott and Mariana turns 10!

It’s so crazy to think back at 10 years ago where I was in my writing career. I was literally just starting and S&M was the second book I put out.

I couldn’t have predicted the mind-blowing success of the series and I decided it was time to introduce one of my favorite couples to everyone.

So, for the rest of the year, Scott and Mariana will be on Kindle Unlimited exclusively.

Yes, for the rest of the year.

All of the books.

All of them.

I hope you enjoy reading Scott Reed and Mariana Harlow. Thank you all for your support! xoxoxo

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Finesse is now exclusive on Kindle Unlimited!

Great news, everyone!

I chose to make Finesse exclusive on Kindle Unlimited for the summer! If you have Kindle Unlimited, go check out Finesse!

xoxoxo


Blurb:

Caught between choosing me and running his empire, I knew which way he would lean. He was the most powerful man in East Atlanta and I was his. He laced me up with the finest and I never had to ask for anything; it was just given to me. 

With every corner on lock, my mind couldn’t ignore the destruction and devastation he’d caused even in his own family. My body yearned to have him and every lonely night was a reminder of what was. 

He promised he would take care of me forever as long as I looked the other way. The other way, however, is harder to look at if blood splatters your feet. 

I knew him as Cameron but the world knew him as Finesse. 


Snippet:

I thought my heart would be pounding and racing, but it’s not. I’m safe. I’m happy. And I’m with my man. I place my palm on his heart and feel how it’s rapidly beating, like he just ran a marathon. Yet, he’s so calm, cool, and collected. 

“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” He studies my eyes as he softly blinks.

“Are you okay?” I ask and he nods. “Your heart is racing.”

His brown eyes softened a bit, but I still see a vein firmly popped out of his neck. His face may say one emotion but the rest of his body says something opposite. “Had a tense meeting but I’m better now.” He kisses the tip of my nose and I purr in response. 

What meeting could Cameron’d have forty thousand feet in the air? “Okay,” Cameron is dropping the subject and in turn, so do I. “What are we going to do in New York?”

“Whatever you want. I have a few places I want to take you.” He interlocks fingers with mine. “We’re going to meet up with some friends later and then we’ll have the whole weekend to ourselves and whatever you want to do.”

“Sounds wonderful.” Cameron wraps his arm around my back and rubs it. 

His hands are warm and soft and I feel so secure with him holding me. I feel protected like he would never let anything come to harm me. I’ve never felt that way about anyone before, but I never had the opportunity, neither. 

“How much longer do we have until we land?” I ask. 

“About three hours or so.” His eyes are closed and he looks super comfortable. 

“Okay.” I pause and wonder if I’m really about to do what I’m leaning towards. I decide YOLO. “Cam?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve never sucked dick before.” 

Cameron’s eyes slowly open and he just stares at me with obvious question marks behind the irises. “Okay.” 

“I’m just saying if you’re expecting me to be an expert, I’m not. I just…” My eyes look everywhere but Cameron’s face since he’s boring holes into my body. “…I don’t want you to get back to the hotel and think I’m going to be some porn star and blow you away in bed because I’m not.” 

Cameron gently grabs my face and pulls me to his gaze. “I have no expectations of you, Tay. I told you this was a no-pressure weekend and I still stand by that.” 

I let out the breath I didn’t realize I held. “Okay. I just wanted you to realize what the deal was.”

“I understand.” He pauses. “Have you ever had your pussy eaten before?”

A weird swirl of emotions course through my body. Anticipation, nervousness, arousal, and surprisingly, delirium. My head is spinning, yet I don’t feel dizzy. “No, I haven’t.”

“Would you like it if I did it for you?” He asks. 

I let out another breath. It seems like there’s no right answer to that. “Right here? Right now?”

“Why not? It’s just us, the pilots and steward.” He smiles that wonderful smile at me. 

“They could hear us,” I thought about my words and quickly correct. “They can hear me.

Cameron’s lips upturn into a sensuous smile. “I hope so.” He rolls on top of me and kisses me, tasting my mouth and playing with my tongue. My legs naturally open wide for him as if they’re giving him permission to do whatever he wants before I say it.

He kisses down my body, briefly lifting up my shirt to kiss my navel before he begins to unbuckle my jeans. He pulls them down my thick thighs and tosses them behind him. Cameron spreads my legs apart and kisses my inner thighs and rests his head on one as he just stares at my pink panties. 

My breath is caught in my throat as I wonder what is he going to do next. It’s like I know what’s coming, but I also don’t know and the anticipation kills me. What is his licking game like? Does he take his time? Does he want to just get it over with? Or is he just a tease? 

I quickly find out my answer when Cameron motions to pull down my panties and I lift up my hips to give him access. Now he sees all of me. I’m at my most vulnerable state and he knows it. He smiles at my pussy and licks his lips. “Beautiful.”

Did he just say I have a beautiful pussy? 

He motions for me to turn over and I do so I’m laying on my stomach. “Bend over on your knees.” He orders and I comply. He gets underneath me so my pussy is directly above his lips and he wraps his arms around my waist. Cameron lowers me down. 

And he licks me to glory. 

My nails dig into the pillows as I try to muffle my screams. His tongue parts between my folds and sucks on my clit before he swipes his tongue up and down on it, zeroing in on the pleasure. Cameron’s tongue is long and pointy as he flicks back and forth on my clit. 

He hit me with the head plus finger combo. One finger was inside my pussy, massaging it as his other hand wrapped around my ass so I couldn’t go anywhere. I came hard and he kept going as if he had something to prove to me. 

“Oh fuck!” I scream as I ride his tongue. He licks me deeper and faster, wanting me to come all over his face, and daring me to stop him. My toes curl, my back stiffens, and the orgasm seizes my body. 

I writhe and cry as I collapse on the bed as Cameron continues his assault on my swollen flesh. The orgasm is violent, convulsing my body until I’m out of breath. Cameron sucks on my clit again and I come again, screaming his name. 

Cameron moved from underneath me and his weight left me. My body already missed him, but I didn’t have to wait for long. I looked over and saw Cameron get a condom out of the nightstand. He quickly removed his jeans and breath leaves me as I stare down at his cock. 

He’s not a massive guy, but he’s thick, long, and beautiful. His body is completely streamlined, and he’s actually much more muscular than I thought he would’ve been. He’s perfect, really. 

He sheaths his hardened cock and climbs on the bed. Lust is written all over his face. His brown eyes darkened and I could tell Cameron was doing everything to remain in control. “I’ll be gentle and I’ll go slow at first.” It’s a warning. 

I quickly remove my shirt and bra and spread my legs. Something animalistic comes out of me and I feel my heart pounding against my chest. I want to feel all of Cameron, make him lose control as he did with me. I want to own his body and his soul. 

He spread himself on top of me and opened my legs. I’m pinned underneath him, trapped. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to see what this man can do. I want him to own this pussy like it was made for him. 

Cameron softly kisses me before he rams into me, balls-deep to the hilt. I gasped. He was thick, big, and so fucking deep inside me. My pussy quivers along the length of his cock, relishing him as Cameron fills me. 

“Damn it, Tay.” He leans down and touches my forehead with his. He takes a couple of swallows and thrusts deep inside me. Pleasure flowed through my body with each thrust as he groaned my name and claimed me as his. 

We stole kisses from each other between moans. His hands and fingers were all over my body, grabbing my hips, pinching my nipples, and interlocked with my fingers. His eyes focused on me, encouraging me to come again and release everything to him. 

Sweat coated our bodies as we rocked together. I felt another orgasm approaching as my pussy tightened around his cock, encouraging Cameron to fuck me deeper than before. My body tightened and I felt the coils of an orgasm approaching. I wanted to put it off but I didn’t know how much longer. 

“Come, Taylor.” Cameron ordered. “I want you to come all over my dick.”

My back arched off the bed as I came with a loud cry and slammed back down. Cameron thrust harder inside me, slamming his hips against mine before he emptied into the condom. 

Cameron collapsed on top of me and gently kissed me as our bodies wrapped around each other in an entangled mess. I don’t know how long we’ve laid like that. All I do know I didn’t want to let Cameron go ever. 

“I only told you I didn’t know how to suck dick,” I whispered to him. 

Cameron softly laughed and kissed me. “There’ll be a lesson for that later.” 


Finesse is exclusively available on Amazon for the summer.

Wifey (Finesse #2) is available everywhere.

A Boy is a Gun (Finesse #3) will be out this fall.

I should probably update the cover about it being the conclusion, lmaoooooo.

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FREE Summer Read!

I’m back on wattpad (okay, I never really left) with a free summer read!

This story picks up where Stealing Home left behind. Really surprised at the response of Stealing Home. So amazing and thank you to everyone who read it!

I hope you enjoy!!

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#TeaserTuesday: Bad Girls, Vol. II

So, years ago…this was actually my very first published book…I wrote an anthology called Bad Girls. I meant to follow up on it and then well, the D’Amato Brothers and Scott Reed happened.

I decided I wanted to go back to my erotica roots and just write pure smut, no chaser.

So, here is Bad Girls, Vol. II.

I have, like, several stories going on in my head and I didn’t want to flush them out as full stories. I thought simple love bites would be sufficient for summer reading.

I don’t know how long this will be but I can’t imagine it’ll be more than 35,000 words, if that.

Anyway, here’s a sample! Enjoy!


“You look stunning.” 

My breath hitches as my pulse races. He wasn’t supposed to know about this day. He wasn’t even supposed to be in this hotel. And he damn sure wasn’t supposed to be in my room. 

Yet, somehow, he’s here and well, it’s just the two of us. My fiancé is at the church waiting for me and all of our guests are also awaiting my arrival. I’m in my hotel room alone with my ex-boyfriend. I asked for room service, expecting the typical bellhop. I didn’t expect to see Chris here, the ex I thought I had forgotten about. He wasn’t good for me and I was too good for him. Of course, we couldn’t stay away from each other.

He looks at me with a wicked grin and the sensual tension flows between us, higher than before. He steps from behind the cart and glides towards me as he crosses the room. This is a man of confidence and defiance, preying on how weak he could make me feel at any given moment. My heart races as he inches closer and closer to me. I could run. I could tell him to leave and never see me again. We both know I won’t.

My body longs for his touch, while my brain and heart tells me it’s a bad idea. I know it, he knows it, and we’re both are not trying to stop it. 

“Thank you.” I reply as he tilts my chin to meet his stunning blue eyes. 

“I would love to ruin your makeup.” His voice is above a whisper, “but I won’t.” He kneels down and lifts up my ballgown and sees my blue thong and matching garter set. “I can warm you up for Rick, though.” 

“Chris…” I softly protest but body already responded. My sex is slick with desire and aching for him to touch. I want him to touch me. Kiss me. Lick me. Fill me up with his thick cock. 

I soon get my wish as Chris stands up and leads me to the bed. He stands over me as I lay down, reaching up to slide my thong down my thighs and onto the floor. He kneels down and kisses the inside of my thighs before he delivers a long, slow lick to my pussy. I scream as my body arches off the bed and he gently pushes me back down with one hand. His tongue strokes me with gentle circles until my legs shake. I’m wide open for him, climaxing, and losing control.

Chris stands up and wipes me down with the panties he just removed from me. He stuffs them in his pocket. “Your limo is waiting downstairs, baby.” He helps me stand and looks over me one last time. “Until the next time.” 


This story will be available everywhere very soon. Details TBD.

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#SundaySnippet: Why Don’t We?

It just occurred to me I haven’t posted on here since March! yikes! I’m sorry about that. I’ll be more frequent from this moment on.

Anyway, I released a new short story last week. It’s a two-parter, but no cliffhangers. And it’s only 99 cents! I hope you enjoy! xoxoxo


Blurb:

When you wish upon a star…

Kaitlyn Dixon knows fairytales only exist in Disney movies and her life is far from one. She’s one of the nation’s most ruthless divorce attorneys, bringing financial justice to her clients. The only wishing Kaitlyn hears about is how her opposition wishes she were dead. 

Domenico “Nico” Torres is one of the wealthiest Las Vegas casino magnates who always gets his way. Coming from a long line of an organized crime family, Nico wishes his opposition wouldn’t make his life so hard with their threats.

When their worlds collide, it’s more than just wealth and reputation at stake. Will Kaitlyn realize her dream man comes in the form of a ruthless executive? 

Why Don’t We… is an erotic novella and is part of the Torres Crime family series. 


Snippet:

Pleasure vibrated through Kaitlyn as hunger and desire reached a fever pitch within her. Nico teased her, taunted her with his tongue, then his fingers, before sucking on her swollen clit. Her legs shook and her mouth screamed with pleasure while her body violently quaked under Nico, climaxing. 

Kaitlyn shook her head and tried to get a bearing on her senses before she opened her eyes again. She saw Nico naked from the waist down. He produced a condom seemingly out of nowhere, and sheathed his long, thick cock with it. 

Without warning, he sharply entered Kaitlyn, and she gasped. Her pussy quivered along the thickness of his cock, and her thighs shook. He held her hips with his powerful hands and rocked into her with fast strokes. 

Kaitlyn struggled to accommodate Nico. He was too thick, too long for her to handle. There was searing pain. There was undeniable pleasure. He didn’t make love to her, and it wasn’t what she wanted, anyway. Kaitlyn wanted to be fucked, to be owned by him. 

He moved faster inside of her, reaching up to squeeze a breast while the other hand held her legs open. He pushed more inside of her, almost through her, and didn’t relent with any strokes. 

Kaitlyn opened her eyes and saw the pleasure on Nico’s face. His eyes were closed and his head was slightly tilted back. His body glistened with sweat and his lips were pursed together. He was in ecstasy, and she was the reason behind it. 

Their eyes met when Nico opened his and neither was prepared for the emotions that followed. The connection was raw, ethereal, and deep. Their walls were suddenly coming down, brick by brick, as they gave into each other. 

It was emotions Kaitlyn had never felt with anyone before, yet they felt like she needed to guard them. She needed to protect herself. She strangely felt she needed to protect Nico. He saved her life and now she needed to save his. 

Kaitlyn closed her eyes again and braced for another climax. She gripped Nico’s arms, digging her nails into his skin as her body shook beneath him yet again. Nico continued to thrust inside her until he reached a climax of his own. 

He collapsed on top of Kaitlyn as his cock jerked inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and stroke his hair. His body trembled, and Kaitlyn knew it wasn’t because he was cold. 

He was just as scared as she was about what was happening between them.


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#SnippetSunday: Wifey (Finesse #2)

Blurb:

He came back into my life, but we both know he never really left. 

It’s different now – in order to protect me, I have to be under his watch. The lifestyle I wanted nothing to do with, I’m fully a part of. 

He promised he would take care of me as long as I don’t get involved. When danger knocks at your front door, you have no choice but to open it. 

Everyone knew me as Taylor. In Finesse’s world, I was simply Wifey. 


Snippet:

We managed to finish dinner and enjoyed a shared dessert. Daryn drove us back home and I settled in the backseat next to Cameron as he held me. My life had been a complete whirlwind and my brain is dizzy just thinking about everything. 

Three times already, Cameron saved my life. He killed the men who targeted my father and me. Those are the ones I know about. I’m sure there are others I don’t know and honestly, I’m fine if I never know about them. 

Now, I’m no longer just Cameron’s girlfriend. I’m an accessory to murder and just about every illegal activity he’s involved in. I know how long RICO charges go for and if Cameron were to ever get caught, he would be facing decades in prison unless he makes some type of plea deal. 

I already knew what side of the law I was on and I no longer struggled with straddling the fence. I’m sure Daddy is turning over in his grave at what I’m doing. Hopefully, he would understand I’m doing everything to ultimately fight for his legacy. 

My hand wrapped around Cameron’s waist as I felt his calm heartbeat in my ear. It was a serene silence between us and probably the most peace our relationship had since we reunited. 

I don’t know if the peace is because we both have an understanding of each other now or if I finally resigned to the fact this is who Cameron is and that’s it. 

Meli’sa Morgan’s “Do You Still Love Me?” softly played in the background during our ride. I closed my eyes as her soulful voice comforted me and I temporarily let go of all of the rollercoaster emotions of the day. 

I know this is my new reality – being a drug lord’s girlfriend. Cameron isn’t forcing me to be with him, yet I don’t want to be with anyone else. He’s saved my life in more ways than I can imagine and I don’t think I can ever thank him.

Warmth flowed through my body as my hand fell down in front of his zipper. I massaged his cock through his slacks and Cameron immediately hardened underneath me. A low growl escaped his lips as he rubbed my back.

I unzipped him and pulled his cock out, caressing it as it grew harder and thicker in my hands. Arousal shot through my body with an urgency I had never felt before. Taking his cock with both hands, I kissed the mushroom tip and Cameron moaned his approval.

“Suck me,” he ordered. 

I smiled at the demand and obliged. I swiped my tongue over the pre-cum that leaked out of the tip. I remembered how he taught me to suck him off and smiled at the lesson. He knew I was going to suck him off for as long as I lived and he wanted me to do it right. 

Hollowing my cheeks, I lowered my mouth around his cock. I sucked on him slow, savoring the musky taste and scent of him. My tongue played with the heavy veins that coursed around his cock, trying to find all of them in some erotic maze. 

“Ah, angel…” Cameron moaned. 

Giving Cameron pleasure aroused me and I was so eager to suck him more. I bobbed my head up and down along his shaft as Cameron pushed my head down. I became a greedy, cock-hungry whore and I couldn’t get enough of him. 

His breath became shallower as he began to thrust his hips, driving his cock inside my mouth, fucking it. Cameron panted and moaned, pulling my hair to the side as he watched his cock go in and out of my needy mouth. 

“Taylor…” His voice was harsh and he tightened his grip on my head. “…I’m about to come, baby.” 

He came hard and fast in my mouth and I struggled to take all of it. I still milked him with my mouth as his cock wildly jerked inside of me. His body shuddered as he moaned my name over and over, a sign of defeat that I got him in a manner no one else was able to. 

I cleaned him off as much as I could and was surprised Cameron’s cock was still hard. He was capable of fucking me in the backseat and would’ve done so had Daryn not turned the corner leading up to his home. 

I adjusted my gown as Cameron tucked his cock back inside his slacks. He caressed my cheek before he kissed it. “Thank you.” His lips feathered my earlobe and I giggled.


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#SnippetSunday: Clouded

As I’m waiting for all of the purchase links of Wifey (Finesse #2) to be available, here is a new story I am working on. The working title is Clouded.


Blurb:

She’s one of the nation’s most ruthless divorce attorneys, bringing financial justice to her clients. He’s one of the wealthiest Las Vegas casino magnates who always gets his way. When their worlds collide, it’s more than just wealth and reputation at stake. 

Love is always a gamble to take. 


Unedited Snippet:

“Isn’t it the Devil himself?”

Nico smiled upon hearing Kaitlyn’s voice. It was smoky, but not whispery. Affirmative, but not bitchy. His mind instantly wandered to how she would sound beneath him but he stopped those thoughts. The last thing he needed was obvious evidence being around her. 

He turned around and quirked an eyebrow at her attire. She wore a black pinstripe business suit, with Louboutins on her feet. Past paramours often complained about their feet after walking in them. Kaitlyn looked like she could probably run a mile in those shoes, no sweat. 

Nico admired Kaitlyn’s toned legs that led up to a svelte figure and straightened dark, long hair. Her face was natural, almost innocent. Nico realized it was intentional – she wanted her opponents to think she was weak, before she destroyed them. 

Nico walked up to Kaitlyn and stood at a comfortable distance. “Ms. Dixon, pleasure to see you.”

“I would say the same.” She smarted.

“But you won’t and I oblige.” He grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets. “How may I help you?”

“I told you what you could do and refuse.” She declared as she held her briefcase tighter. “So, there’s that.”

“Refusing?” Nico chuckled and Kaitlyn became so aware of what he did to her body. “No, I didn’t refuse. I told you I didn’t care. That’s not refusing.”

Kaitlyn hated he was right. She hated the fact she was becoming more attracted to him even more. It was all the reason she needed to destroy him. “You’re protecting your old, dead boss against his family.” She stepped up to him. 

“Which one?” Nico shot back. “There are two.”

If she rolled her eyes any harder, they would be permanently stuck in the back of her head. “You know exactly who I’m referring to,” she interrupted, “his real one.”

“His real one, huh?” Nico chuckled. “I’m sure Robert thought otherwise hence his will.”

“I’m sure Robert was coerced hence the contest.” She smiled, a twinkle in her eyes. 

Nico shrugged. “You can’t prove he was.” 

“And you can’t prove he wasn’t.” She hardened her stance. “So, here we are.”

“So, there you are.” He corrected and she cocked her head at him. The valet pulled up with Nick’s car and he briefly saw the small surprise written across her face. He didn’t know she expected, but he was pretty sure she didn’t expect him to ride in a Rolls Royce SUV. 

Kaitlyn knew Nico was wealthy. Her extensive background check on him pulled up many investments and businesses that proved to be fruitful at such a young age. While some men were still figuring out what to do with their lives at 35, Nico successfully owned two casinos, in addition to a laundromat, and a dollar store. 

He was a frequent courtside guest at many NBA games and often traveled back to his native New York to watch his favorite teams along with his cousins from the famed D’Amato family. 

Despite how friendly he was, there was something underhanded about Nico Giordano. There were too many whispers of Mafioso connections for Kaitlyn to ignore. He’d never been charged with a crime, but that didn’t mean anything. With the right lawyer, anyone could get off. 

Kaitlyn knew she was going to have fun taking the notorious Nico Giordano down. No man ever intimidated her and he wasn’t about to be the first. “Do not get too comfortable, Mr. Giordano. It doesn’t look good on you.”

“You would look good on me.” He promised. 

Kaitlyn ignored her pulse throbbing through her wrist. She was immediately drawn to his allure, a sexiness that was only acquired from experience and not contrived. She also remembered why men like Nico were bad for her or for any woman. He was the type of guy who would get with a good woman who had everything together, just to ruin her life at the end. 

“I’m not flattered.” Kaitlyn pushed out. 

“Mmm…” Nico purred as he eyeballed her attire. If she looked that beautiful fully clothed, he could only imagine what was beneath everything.  “I do have to try harder.” 

Thoughts of Nico showing how much he would try immediately flooded Kaitlyn’s brain. She thought about him being naked more than she was comfortable admitting. “Your car is ready for you, Mr. Giordano.” Kaitlyn motioned. “Good-bye.”


Wifey (Finesse #2) is available at Amazon. To read an extended snippet, click here.

Clouded will be out in April 2021.

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#SexySundaySnippet: Wifey (Finesse #2)

So, this book was supposed to come out last month. Due to a family emergency, it didn’t. I’ll make an announcement on when it’ll be released.

For the time being, the first book will be listed at 99 cents for those interested. (You might have to wait a couple of days for that to be reflected on the site you purchase from.)

Here is an exclusive snippet. Enjoy!


Blurb:

He came back into my life, but we both know he never really left. 

It’s different now – in order to protect me, I have to be under his watch. The lifestyle I wanted nothing to do with, I’m fully a part of. 

He promised he would take care of me as long as I don’t get involved. When danger knocks at your front door, you have no choice but to open it. 

Everyone knew me as Taylor. In Finesse’s world, I was simply Wifey. 


Snippet:

“If someone disrespects you, angel, they disrespect me.” Cameron’s voice is steady, though the anger is bubbling at the surface. “No negotiation on that.” He holds my face up to his. “That was beyond calling you a bitch, Tay. I knew those men. They wanted to kill Que and me, put you out on the street, and sell you to the highest bidder. Their business was sex trafficking along with drugs. Some guys around here do that and see no issue; I do.”

The realization hits me. There was a reason why Lexus and his friends stalked me like an obsessed fan that particular night. I thought they were checking me out, but it was way more than that. Cameron literally saved my life. 

“Drug lords have morals?” It comes out as a half-chuckle and we both smile. 

“Some of us do.” He grins at me. “I promise I’ll never get you involved in anything. I don’t want you to be. But there will times where I can’t tell you anything because I know people are watching me and in turn, they’ll watch you. The less you know…”

“…The better off we’re both are.” I finish his sentence and he nods. “I don’t like this, Page. I just don’t.”

“I know and I doubt you’ll ever will. Keep your focus on the shops and I’ll take care of the rest.” He kisses my forehead before he wraps his arms around me. His body is lean and firm as he presses into mine. “I’ll take care of you, angel.”

My eyes close as I hear the nickname all over again. It’s full of love, hope, and promise. “Okay.” I shake my head. “This is not a yes.” 

Cameron pulls away and cups my face. “It’s not a no, neither.” He slants his lips over mine and my body goes limp in his arms. He holds me tight as he kisses me deeper, playing with my tongue, and reclaiming me.

He lifts me up and puts me on his desk as we continue to kiss. It’s passionate. It’s desperation. It’s love. We’re both greedy for each other and don’t want to stop. He takes control of the kiss and I gladly let him. 

He gently pulls on my hair and trails his tongue down my neck, lightly sucking on it. Moans escape my mouth as I feel my pussy becoming wetter with each moment. Cameron’s strong hands claim my thick thighs and pushes them open before he slides a finger inside my slick, wet pussy. 

I gasp. He smiles. 

“Angel missed me,” he taunts as he fingers me, “your tight cunt is so greedy for me, isn’t it?”

My mind went delirious as Cameron kept fingering me. My legs naturally opened wider to give him more access and I already knew it was a mistake. Once again, I was conceding to him. I’m robbed of any sanity as something wicked awakens within me. 

It’d been a year since I laid down with him, yet my body remembers it like yesterday. He knew how to stroke me, how to play my body like a finely tuned instrument that he’d memorized. 

I locked eyes with Cameron and shocked to see the emotion in his. His brown eyes darkened with lust as he kept fingering me. A free hand slips inside of my dress and pinches my breast through the bra. He manages to pull it out right before he suckles on it. 

Fuck, I love his mouth. I love how attentive he is to my needs and knows what I want before I can ask. His mouth feels so damn good on me and I don’t realize how much I missed him. How much I missed this. How much I need him inside me. 

Cameron opens my legs wider and pulls my panties off. He lowers himself down and stares at my snatch. “God, I missed this pussy.” He whispers before he pushed his tongue in, licking all of me. 

I gasped as my hips rode the rhythm of his tongue, begging for more. His long, pointy tongue flickered over my swollen clit, making me scream in the library. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the oak desk. The moans left my mouth nonstop as Cameron kept licking me, making me beg.

“Cameron…” I panted. “…please…” My breath came out in harsh, animalistic groans. His tongue flicked against my clit and my legs began to tremble. My feet curled into tight balls within my high heels as heat rose in my belly. 

The orgasm was quick, hard, and rippled through my entire body. Cameron, oh fuck…” I screamed his name as I climaxed all over his tongue. 

Cameron gives a sexy chuckle and kisses the inside of my thighs before he stood back up. I see the obvious outline of his hardened cock in his slacks but he’s not getting undressed or pulling it out. 

He removes my panties from my ankle and stuffs them in his pocket. He straightens his tie and helps me off the desk. “You’re moving in this weekend.” He looks into my eyes, caressing my lips with his fingers. “Just to be clear, it’s not a request.”


To read extended snippets of Wifey (Finesse #2), click here.

Posted in New Adult Romances, News & Updates

#FlashFriday: Finesse II

Blurb:

He came back into my life, but we both know he never really left. 

It’s different now – in order to protect me, I have to be under his watch. The lifestyle I wanted nothing to do with, I’m fully a part of. 

He promised he would take care of me as long as I don’t get involved. When danger knocks at your front door, you have no choice but to open it. 

Everyone knew me as Taylor, but in Cameron’s world, I was simply Wifey. 


Unedited Snippet:

“You have a nice setup here,” the woman glances around, “it’s…kitschy.”

She may have wanted me to think it was a compliment but we both know it wasn’t one. “Thank you, Ms…?”

“Coleman. Jacqueline Coleman.” She enunciates her name not out of habit, but to make sure I understood her loud and clear. I get the distinct feeling she does this with everyone. She sits downs at a table while her security flanks her. It’s an intimidation pose and I recognize it anywhere. 

I also recognize her. She’s the woman that met with Daddy a while back about buying his coffee shop and the land it was on. Daddy never wavered. I have a weird feeling why she’s back again. 

She’s a petite, light-skinned Black woman who’s probably around the same age as Cameron’s mother. Unlike Heather who showcases her wealth through select attire, Jacqueline flaunts it. I spot the Bottega Veneta shoes, the Alexander McQueen suit, and the Chanel jewelry. 

She’s also wearing a lace headpiece for not other reason than for dramatic effect. I know she wants me to be intimidated by her but it’s not working. I’m super confused by what the hell she’s doing. 

She studies the coffee shop and I see where her eyes are going. She’s not looking at the history on the walls nor the Afrocentric artwork. She’s studying to see where the cameras are. She does it so quickly that if I hadn’t been watching her eyes, I wouldn’t have noticed. 

I know she counts the six cameras she sees. She’s also smart enough to know there are more she doesn’t see because they’re hidden. Maybe being with Cameron taught me a thing or two on how to read people. 

“I’m sorry to hear about your father.” Her voice isn’t warm. There’s an underlying frostbite to it. “He was a good man and served his community well.” I remain silent. “I was in negotiations with your father until his…” She takes a deep sigh. “…untimely death.”  She tsks. “East Atlanta can be just so unsafe. So much crime. So much unnecessary human loss. It’s a miracle your father thrived.”

She looks into my eyes and I don’t flinch. The hair on the back of my neck stand up and I get a weird, eerie feeling run down my spine. 

“Would you like some coffee?” I finally offer. We both know she’s not here to visit, but it does seem like she’s humoring me. 

“No,” she shakes her head and releases another dramatic sigh. “Did your father mention anything about his business affairs before he died?”

“None.” It’s not a lie. Daddy rarely talked business with me. He wanted our time together to be about fun and family. Business was always the last thing he wanted to deal with. I do wish he said something because he left me with a bit of a mess I had to sort out after his death. 

“I see.” She nods. “Your father was a very shrewd business man. Dare I say, he was stubborn but he always seemed to have your best interest at heart.” She looks around again. “I see he’s done just well here.” Another pause. “Are you doing okay?”

“I’m doing fine.” I reply. “I got a handle on everything.”

“I know it’s a lot of responsibility at such a young age. I hope you have the right people guiding you.” She emphasizes and I really don’t like where this is going. I just wanted to see how you were doing. If you need any assistance, I’m available.”

“I got it.” I reply with more haste than I intended. She smiles at me. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she stands up and her security step aside, “I’ll be back soon to touch base with you.” The front door opens and she turns around. Whatever warmth she had, it dissipated upon seeing the other person. “Hello, Finesse.”

Cameron’s face is emotionless as he glances at me and back at Jacqueline. He’s wearing slacks, a dark-green sweater, and Oxfords. He’d spent all day campaigning on behalf of his father’s reelection bid so he dresses the part of a preppy White scholar. 

Underneath all of that attire, there’s probably one or two guns. “Goodbye, Jacqueline.”

Jacqueline walks up to Cameron and grabs his chin. Now I’m about to run up and beat a bitch’s ass if she don’t get… “You were always so stubborn,” she caresses his chin before she leaves with security in tow. 

Cameron waits for Jacqueline and her crew to leave before he locks the door and closes the blinds. He rushes up to me. “Did she hurt you? Did she threaten you?”

“No,” I shake my head as he wraps his arms around me. “What’s going on? Who is she? You know her?”

Finesse II will be out December 2020.