#TeaserTuesday: Watercolors #romance #contemporary

 

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Blurb:

Knee-deep in the land of alternative facts and fake news, Senator Ocean Ellison is caught between protecting the woman he loves – a reality star with a notorious past – and being an ambitious politician.

As their relationship becomes public, Ocean must decide if being with Aaliyah Smith is worth the risk – even if it means he’ll become a target by his own father.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series continues with Watercolors, a sexy venture into a high-stakes political romance that deals with revenge, true love, and if time really heals.

Snippet: 

Aaliyah got out of the tub and prepared herself for bed. The playlist switched to Aretha Franklin’s “Wholy Holy” and Aaliyah closed her eyes to feel the spirit of the gospel hymn. Everything was going to be okay no matter what happened between her and Ocean.

Her doorbell suddenly rang and startled Aaliyah out of her thoughts. It was already midnight and she knew better to answer her door at that time. She lived in an area where many people didn’t get lost and asked for directions. She purposely chose to live some place where unless one lived or were making a delivery of some sorts, it wasn’t an area anyone would venture off into.

She checked the doorbell app on her cell phone and received the shock of her life when it was Ocean behind the door. “What in the hell?” Aaliyah quickly covered herself with a robe and raced downstairs.

She opened the door and found a smiling Ocean behind the door. “Next week?” She leaned the door jamb.

“No,” he pushed himself inside and kicked the door behind him. He circled Aaliyah’s hips with his thumbs and pressed her against the door. Her robe opened and revealed her nude body. “Tonight.”

Aaliyah felt Ocean’s smooth hands smooth over her breasts, circle her taut stomach and touch her everywhere but where she needed it the most. Her body immediately attuned to his as if he was the missing piece in the puzzle.

She was naked and bare, while he was once again still fully clothed. She recognized it was his silent way of telling her she was in control of their narrative. If she didn’t want anything to progress, it stopped right then and there. If she wanted more, he would go all night until they were both exhausted.

“Liyah…” His warm breath coated her neck as he gently sucked on it. “…I want you.”

“O…” She moaned. She closed her eyes as she felt how soft and warm his lips were. “…this is a bad idea.”

“Why?” He asked. “I don’t want to wait any longer to declare you’re mine, Liyah.”

“Because it won’t work.” She pushed him away and covered herself. “It just won’t work! You’re in D.C. and I’m here! That’s a long distance, O.”

“It’s a two-hour flight.” He stepped closer to her but kept his distance. “And I can make that flight often if need be.”

“You expect me to fly in and out every night to see you?” She shook her head. “Now I officially know you lost your damn mind.”

“I expect you to see me as often as you’re able to and if I’m paying for the flights, it shouldn’t be an issue.” He closed the distance between them and she let him. He unwrapped her robe again and let it fall down to the floor. “But I’m not leaving here until everything is settled between us.” He swept his lips over hers. “And I want you tonight. Please?”

The feeling of love, mixed in with lust became too much to overcome. Aaliyah’s breathing became hitched in her throat and the longing in her body completely took over. Aaliyah wrapped her arms around Ocean and nodded. “Take me. Now. Now!”

She pushed Ocean back and fumbled with his clothing until he was naked. Aaliyah gasped at the sight of him. Ocean had always been fit but now he was just a beautiful, muscular man. Golden skin, tanned to perfection, covered his muscles with small patches of soft, brown hair.

The air was heavy with need and want as they spoke no words. Ocean stood before Aaliyah, raw, naked, and unashamed. He never hid his emotions. He never brushed off anything. He was honest, no matter how much the truth hurt.

Now all Aaliyah wanted was for Ocean to be inside her. Her sex clenched and became slick with wetness as it wanted to be completely filled with Ocean’s thick shaft. She knew if she slept with him, she could no longer claim he was her ex, though the exact title was unclear.

Aaliyah would worry about that later as she watched Ocean produced a condom and quickly slid it on. Aaliyah felt her brain become dizzy under Ocean’s intensity. The air became thin as the sexual heat turned up between them.

He backed her against the wall and curled one of her legs around his waist. He kissed her hard, almost bruising her lips. He slid inside her and they both gasped at the delicious friction. He wasn’t completely inside her and Ocean already filled Aaliyah.

“Damn, baby.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.” He moved slowly inside her as Aaliyah softly moaned in his ear. “I thought about fucking his pussy again for so long and now I am.” He pushed in harder and faster, filling her to the brim as the gospel song became louder.

Ocean lifted Aaliyah and walked her over to the dining room table. He laid her down on the messy table full of papers and documents and didn’t bother to clear them off. He spread her legs apart and drove his thick, hardened cock inside her.

“Fuck, Liyah,” Ocean’s breath came out in ragged spurts as he moaned. He wrapped his arms around her legs and closed them against his chest for deeper penetration. Raw and ethereal emotion took over and Ocean didn’t hold anything back. He slammed into Aaliyah over and over again, causing her to have multiple small orgasms.

“O…O…” She gripped the table as she felt getting close again.

“We’re together now. I’m going to love, protect, and honor you. No more games, okay? No more bullshit.” His thrusts became harder with each word. “We’re meant to be.”

Aaliyah was in a daze. It had been a long time since a man gave it to her the way Ocean did and she never knew when it would happen again. She had to stop playing with her emotions and realize they were meant to be together. It wasn’t going to be easy and she didn’t know how long they would actually last.

They both had to try again just to say they gave it one final shot. They both deserved that of themselves and each other.

Aaliyah felt her body tightening up and the small coils of an impending orgasm. Her pussy suckled Ocean’s thick length. Ocean steadily pounds away at her, ripping more orgasms from her body.

“Come for me, baby.” He purred. “I want to feel your hot come all over my dick.”

“Fuck!” Aaliyah’s body lifted off the table and slammed hard back down. Her body shook involuntarily on its own and trembled against his relentless thrusts.

“That’s my baby,” Ocean thrust a few more times before he was met with his own powerful orgasm. His body stilled and he dropped Aaliyah’s legs around his waist. He collapsed on top of her and breathed against her body. Aaliyah wrapped her arms and legs around Ocean and neither spoke.

There was absolutely nothing to be said.


 

Watercolors will be out this weekend.

To read the first several chapters, click here.

And yes, this is the song they did it to:

#TeaserTuesday: Watercolors

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Blurb:

Knee-deep in the land of alternative facts and fake news, Senator Ocean Ellison is caught between protecting the woman he loves – a reality star with a notorious past – and being an ambitious politician.

As their relationship becomes public, Ocean must decide if being with Aaliyah Smith is worth the risk – even if it means he’ll become a target by his own father.

Bestselling authorVera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series continues with Watercolors, a sexy venture into a high-stakes political romance that deals with revenge, true love, and if time really heals.


 

Unedited Snippet:

“Ocean,” a smiling Senator Jay Edwards approached him with his wife, Jessica. They were branded as America’s favorite couple with endless comparisons to the Kennedys and Camelot. “pleasure to see you here.”

“Jay,” Ocean shook the older man’s hand and kissed his wife’s cheek. “Pleasure to see you and Jessica here tonight.”

Jay glanced down at Ximena, who stood up next to Ocean. “And you brought a guest.” He smiled. “This is…?”

“Ximena Montez, daughter of Ricardo Montez.” She introduced herself before Ocean had a chance to. “And you are Senator Jay Edwards, Republican out of Orange County, California.”

“I see the lady has done her research.” Jay nodded down to her. “Lovely. I hope you are enjoying your evening thus far. I need to borrow Ocean for a moment.” He grabbed Ocean by his elbow and led him to a private corner. “So, you’re going to explain to me why Lupe and not Lupita is here tonight?” Jay asked.

Ocean didn’t want to acknowledge Jay’s racist remark. “I think we both know why Ximena is here instead of Aaliyah.”

“If you want another term, she won’t work.” Jay glanced behind him. He glanced over to see his wife engaged in a conversation with Ximena and smiled. His wife was a natural charmer. “Your approval rating shot through the roof on the pics of you and Aaliyah. Black men will vote for you again in the next election because of your daddy and they love Soul. Black women will vote for you because you just proved you’re about Black Lives Matter in the sheets as well. You need to keep that momentum.”

“I’m not trying to date my ex for approval ratings,” Ocean said in a low, angry voice. “I don’t give a damn about what the public thinks.”

“But you care about what a certain member of your family thinks, yes? If you want another term, you need to get rid of Conchita.” Jay’s eyes cut to Ocean. “They don’t care if you have a Latina wife if you’re not Latino yourself.”

“I thought I needed the Latino vote?” Ocean asked. “What’s the truth here?”

“Latinos are naturally conservative and will vote Republican, even if it’s against their best interests. They don’t care how Republicans fuck over other races as long as theirs is not being affected.”

Jay was a senior senator and considered to be a quiet expert in voting patterns. He’d successfully predicted the last several elections and advised his party to campaign in certain areas to ensure victory. His record of accomplishment was unmatched.

He was also a hardline Republican who never waivered on his stances, no matter who he offended. It was both infuriating and charming. “DACA?” Ocean replied.

“And they’ll still vote Republican.” Jay answered. “Not all Latinos are for illegal immigration. In fact, those who came over the legal way do not care for those who are hop, skipping, and jumping over the damn border. Unless you plan on marrying Selena Gomez over there, the voters are going to have a short-term memory in four years and I need eight to get into the White House.”

“You never told me why you’re so interested in the White House,” Ocean met Jay’s threat. “Why should I care about your plans?”

“Remember that school you wanted that’s currently being built or did you forget about that? I can always halt construction and you get to tell the wonderful residents of Watts, Willowbrook, Compton, and the rest of South L.A.’s poorest who campaigned on your behalf why you just fucked them over.” Jay smiled like he won the lottery. “You gave a cute speech to the reporters about the illegal immigrants being held in detention centers here. I, for one, don’t give a fuck if they’re kicked like soccer balls back over the goddamn border.” Jay stepped closer to Ocean and whispered in his ear. “Get rid of her tonight.”


 

The Notorious J. A. Y. strikes again.

Watercolors (Ellison Brothers #4) will be out next month.

Jay Edwards appears in the following books/series:

Scott & Mariana

Feeling Some Type of Way

D’Amato Brothers (War)

State of Affairs

 

#TeaserTuesday: Watercolors (Ellison Brothers #4)

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Blurb:

Knee-deep in the land of alternative facts and fake news, Senator Ocean Ellison is caught between protecting the woman he loves – a reality star with a notorious past – and being an ambitious politician.

As their relationship becomes public, Ocean must decide if being with Aaliyah Smith is worth the risk – even if it means he’ll become a target by his own father.

Bestselling authorVera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series continues with a sexy venture into a high-stakes political romance that deals with revenge, true love, and if time really heals.


Unedited Snippet: 

Aaliyah got up and straightened her shoulders. She tucked her towel in more and walked squarely to her bathroom door, where she opened it to face a smiling, sultry Ocean.

My heart…Aaliyah’s eyes took a quick stock of Ocean’s body. He stood over six feet tall, with dark brown hair, and dazzling blue eyes. He was dressed in dark slacks and a white open collar shirt that conformed to his magnificent body.

His hair was a messy bed head style, appearing as he just put some water in it and ran a hand through it a few times. He was never about the glitz and glamour and hated even to wear makeup when had to do appearances. Lowkey was always his style.

Ocean wasn’t just attractive; he was flat-out delicious.

His blue eyes were focused on her brown ones as he let himself into her bathroom and carefully stalked her as Aaliyah walked backwards and sat down on a vanity chair. No man had ever shook her to the core the way Ocean did.

She honestly doubted no man ever will. “I’m still getting dressed.” She held his gaze.

Ocean stood by the bathroom door and folded his arms, though Aaliyah wasn’t sure if it was because he was comfortable or annoyed. His stance gave no indication what way he leaned. “Am I wasting your time being here?” His voice was calm, but his mouth was a straight hard line.

“What gave you that impression?” She crossed her legs and folded her arms to match. “I’m getting dressed.”

“No woman takes over an hour to shower,” Ocean’s face revealed nothing.

“This woman does.” Aaliyah softly replied. She thought she was being facetious in her reply but an sexy curve of Ocean’s lips revealed he loved the challenge. “Why are you here?”

“I’m here to see if you were okay, that’s why.” He replied, keeping his distance at the door. “And if you needed anything.”

“No,” she held up a hand, “why are you here? Like here in Atlanta, here. What’s your purpose of being here?”

“I thought I explained that back at the shop?” Ocean’s eyes revealed a smidgen of annoyance. “Was I not clear enough?”

Ocean’s lips were perfectly clear. As they took control of Aaliyah’s, his tongue played with hers with expert precision. Only a whiteboard with black lettering would be clearer. “What are you going to tell your father about us?”

“His opinion has never mattered,” Ocean replied.

“But it does, Ocean. It does.” She replied. Aaliyah’s heart burned with anger as she remembered how smug Thomas looked as he informed her she was no longer needed in Ocean’s life. If he got up and sucker punched her, the impact might have been less than the verbal blow he’d delivered. “Your father won’t hesitate to destroy me so he can get what he wants and if he wants you in the White House, I’m a distant memory.”

“I don’t want to run for the White House.” His blue eyes turned dark. “I have no desire to ever run for the presidency. I’m not even sure I want to go beyond a first term here.”

“Bullshit,” Aaliyah snapped, “you’re likable and quiet. You’ll get re-elected based on that alone.”

“I thought you didn’t care what I was up to?” His blue eyes crinkled.

Aaliyah bit her lip and looked away. “My point is, no one is going to elect you with me on your arm.”

“Contrary to your popular belief, no one cares about senator’s wives.” He walked closer to her. “And you’re giving yourself way too much credit for something that may not even happen.”

Aaliyah felt the smoldering heat between them as Ocean closed the distance. He smelled wonderful and his newfound swagger made him even more delicious. Her heart rate shot up and was deafening in her ears. A part of her wanted to cave in and begin a new relationship with him. A part of her wanted him to suffer for all of the hurt and anguish he and his family did to her.

The Petty Pendergrass in Aaliyah was about to come all the way through. “You don’t even want me any more. I’m not your type.”

“My type?” His cocked his head to the side. “My type is what?”

“Blonde, leggy, and curvy.” She noted. “I’m none of those.”

“I thought you didn’t care what I did?” His eyebrows rose.

“When the gossip pages talk about your dates,” Aaliyah stood against Ocean’s raw masculinity that encapsulated his over six foot frame, “I can’t help it.”

The longer Ocean was in Aaliyah’s presence, the more she revealed about what she knew of him. She claimed to not have cared about anything he did for the past several years since their breakup, but she knew a whole lot about the women he was seen with.

It briefly made Ocean wonder what else did Aaliyah know about him. “How about you’re everything to me? Is that better?”

Aaliyah swallowed and looked away before Ocean tilted her head towards his. He took her mouth again, drinking from her as his hands cradled her hips. She felt so warm and soft within his touch and he felt his cock harden at the thought of being inside her again.

His tongue tangled with hers and Ocean almost lost control when he heard her sweet moans. His hands crawled up to her towel and undid it, revealing a nude, decorated body. She had a few more tattoos added, but the rest of Aaliyah was astounding.

Her legs were muscular. Her torso was tiny with a small piercing. Her small breasts were perky and mouth-watering.

She was perfect for him in every way.

“Let me show you something.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her in front of the wall mirror. He stood behind her as Aaliyah tried to cover herself up with her arms. “No,” he set her arms down, “I want you to see what I see.”

Aaliyah held Ocean’s gaze. His eyes were intense and full of heat. “What do you see?”

“I see love. I see beauty.” He kissed her neck. “I see power. I see us.” He locked eyes with her. “What do you see?”

Aaliyah shivered at the passion of Ocean’s words combined with his smoldering look. He was dark and dangerous; a deadly combination for her heart. The earth stood still for them and the only thing that mattered was whatever was happening in that very room.

“Well?” He asked again. He held her waist and nuzzled his lips against her neck. She smelled delightful and addicting. His blue eyes darkened to an almost black color as he reached up and caressed her breasts. “What do you see?”

Aaliyah swallowed and blew out a breath. Her sex became slick with desire and tightly clenched in response of him. Her heart raced uncontrollably fast and her palms became sweaty. The only man that could knock the wind out of her without saying much.

Ocean had a quiet sensuality to him that was irresistible. He never flashed his wealth or dropped names to impress anyone. Either someone liked him or they didn’t. Take him or leave him.

She hadn’t physically seen the man in years and there was an intimacy and closeness between them like if they had never separated at all. Ocean promised everything but guaranteed absolutely nothing.

Aaliyah felt her lungs suffocate her and the words became lodged in her throat. She swallowed once, then twice before she finally spoke. “I see uncertainty. I see scrutiny. I see a horrible crash that would leave me gutted yet again.”

“You really see all of that?” He kissed her neck and felt her shiver underneath. “I see protection. I see a guaranteed bet.” He turned her towards him and looked into her deep, brown eyes. “I see me loving you with everything I have until I can’t possibly love you any harder than this.”

Ocean had always made Aaliyah feel like she was the only woman in the world. It was no different two years later. “Ocean, I…”

“We’re going to be late for our dinner.” He backed away and turned Aaliyah to face him. “You have ten minutes. If you’re not dressed by then, you’re going to the restaurant in an outfit I picked out or you’re going naked. I’ll be waiting.” He left.


 

Watercolors will be available next month. A bonus snippet of Ellison Brothers #5 will be included.

To check out the prequel, click here.

#TeaserTuesday: Boo’d Up

 

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Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James dishes out love and relationship advice, while keeping her identity a closely guarded secret. When she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend being intimate, and blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box. It’s all good until…the subject of said blog post reads about it.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more adult toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.


Snippet:

The pair was mostly silent during the car ride to Vegas, with Savannah staring out of the window for the most part. She didn’t even dare to look at Blake’s face when they arrived at a private garage located in the desert.

“I think…” Blake leaned forward to look around. There were no markers or anything to indicate if he even arrived at the right place. “…we’re here?”

Savannah didn’t like the turn the trip had taken. They were literally in the middle of nowhere and the cell phone reception was poor. Yep, it was official – she was about to die. Blake was going to turn all Michael Myers on her and Savannah could already hear the Jaws theme song somewhere in the background. On second thought, she thought she just mixed up two movies.

“Savannah!”

She blinked the horrendous thoughts out of her mind and turned towards Blake. His eyes alternated between a grey and green color, almost like a lake. His eyes were intense, hypnotizing, and completely focused on her. His mere presence pulled her in, and Savannah long forgot about her silly perceived danger based on too many horror flicks.

Now she felt safe and comforted. “Yes?”

“We’re here.” Blake grabbed her hand as he struggled to read her face. There was confusion within her eyes. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She shook her curly locks. “Where are we?”

“I believe we’re at the place I’m supposed to deliver this car,” Blake’s eyes scanned the location. He was told by Soul’s assistant to deliver the car to a warehouse and that was it. He would’ve freaked out if it wasn’t for the chilly reception he received from Savannah. “But I wanted to talk to you about what happened back there.”

“Nothing happened,” Savannah shook her head.

“Oh, I believe you’re on that bullshit so we will talk about it.” Blake took off his seat belt and turned towards her. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened, Blake.” Savannah gritted her teeth. “That’s all.”

“I can ask a woman why she’s mad at me and I get the ‘nothing happened’ or ‘everything’s fine’ and next thing I know, I’m starring on a very special episode of Snapped.” He sighed. “Why do I even bother?”

“Blake, why did you bring me here?” Savannah asked. “What was your intention?”

“My intention?” He repeated. “To have fun.”

“You didn’t bring me here because you’re on the rebound, you saw my sex toy collection, and you wanted to have a taste?” She narrowed her eyes.

“For Christ’s sake,” Blake rolled his eyes, “that’s what this is about? Savannah, if I wanted to bang you, I wouldn’t have taken you on a trip with me. I would’ve just stayed home and tried to do it.”

Savannah felt her cheeks tinged with pink. He had a point, despite how crude it came out. “I guess so.”

Blake realized his faux pas and cursed at himself. “You know what I mean. I brought you with me because I think you’re beautiful and cool.” He paused for a beat. “Even though I’m not sure if you’re into to anyone.”

Savannah was still on the high of Blake’s compliment until the backhanded comment. “I beg your pardon?”

“I’ve never see you with a boyfriend or a girlfriend, for that matter. You stay sequestered.” He replied. “I don’t care about your toys but toys only do so much.”

“So, you think me being a big girl means I can’t get dick?” She shot to the point.

“What?” Now it was Blake’s turn to feel embarrassed. “I never said that!”

“Just because I’m a big girl, it doesn’t mean I can’t take dick.” Savannah folded her arms. “Listen, Blake, I understand you’re used to thin women. I totally get that. But underneath this pouch of belly is some good pussy.”

A slow smile curved Blake’s lips. “Was that an invitation?”


 

Boo’d Up is available now! To purchase and read an extended snippet, click here.

Boo’d Up is now LIVE!

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Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James is a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky, dishing out sex advice and test-driving sex toys. When she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend having sex, and blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box.

Blake Hutchinson loved three things: sex, women, and cars – and not necessarily in that order. When he and his girlfriend decided to role-play one night, Blake could’ve sworn he felt another set of eyes watching from afar and enjoying the action herself. When a coworker talks about the hot sex blogger speaking about her recent voyeurism experiment, Blake discovers Savannah’s secret identity – and is determined to get to know more about her.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more sex toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.


 

Snippet:

Savannah was surprised at the diversity of the club and how it really wasn’t what it appeared to be. Here she thought she was about to become a viral sensation because she knocked out Becky with the Cell Phone Calling the Police on Black People Who Just Want to Live when really, Savannah didn’t have to worry about any of that.

Once again, she misread Blake. Once again, he silently proved a point to her regardless of her feelings.

Savannah quickly flagged down a waitress and ordered one of the strongest drinks she could think of – Adios, Motherfucker! She needed to get wasted and drink Blake out of her mind. The trip hadn’t been a disaster but she wasn’t about to run any victory laps.

They still had a flight home the following evening. It was about to be a long 24 hours.

“Did I piss you off?” Blake turned towards her. “I’m getting a chilly reception from you that’s colder than a diss record.”

“I just…” Savannah thanked the server as she brought over her drink. She quickly finished it and Blake’s eyes widened. “…let’s dance!”

Blake followed a buzzed (he thought?) and kinda weird (he knew for certain) Savannah onto the dance floor, where they grinded against the heavy bass line of G-Eazy’s “Drop.” Savannah turned around and shook her ass against his crotch before she stood up and licked her lips.

Blake blinked once and then twice as he tried to keep up with Savannah’s newfound…sexuality, the thought? He knew it was the alcohol talking and that she wasn’t being this expressive on her sobriety. But when she hooked her leg around his waist and ground harder into him, Blake temporarily forgot he was trying to be her voice of reason.

He really just wanted to bend her over and fuck the soul out of her.

They danced to another trap song before the DJ interrupted the patrons. “We are now taking contestants for our bull-riding contest! If you want to show your stuff, sign up at the DJ booth!”

“That’s me!” Savannah pulled away from Blake and headed over to the DJ booth, where she signed up.

Blake stood in the middle of the dance floor and just stared at his date. There was a connection they both felt, yet she was trying her best to fight it. Maybe he should just let her go since it was clear she didn’t want him. He didn’t want to waste her time so maybe it was for the best.

He gathered by the large circle and stood outside of it as he awaited Savannah’s turn. The other girls were hot, drunken messes who only did it so it was something to boast about on their various Instagram pages. He received no fulfillment out of watching them.

Savannah, however, he paid close attention. He wanted to know if she would be like her predecessors or if she could ride a bull. He briefly wondered how she would ride him.

Blake shook his head to relieve it of such nasty thoughts. Savannah didn’t want him, no matter how much her eyes and body responded differently. He couldn’t change her mind on that and Blake was pretty sure he didn’t want to try just to be rejected. They would be friends and that’s it.

Even he couldn’t buy what he thought.

“Next up,” The DJ announced, “is Savannah!”

Blake stood to attention as he watched Savannah climb the bull and be strapped in. Snoh Aalegra’s “Walls” filled the speakers and the singer’s smoky, seductive voice traveled throughout the floor. The bull started slowly and Savannah rode her body along with it, feeling the motion of the device.

One hand was free, while the other tightly held onto the rope. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be lost into another dimension, somewhere far that wasn’t Las Vegas. Another plateau of freedom and ecstasy.

All Blake could focus was Savannah. He no longer heard the whoops and hollers from the surrounding crowd or the snarky comments from the other women regarding Savannah’s size and her thick thighs.

All Blake saw, all he wanted was her. He imagined himself as that mechanical bull, Savannah’s thick thighs cradling his as she took his cock over and over. He imagined curled toes, hands gripping the sheets, and moans from both of them as sex filled the air.

As the song neared the halfway point, Savannah stayed on the bull, impressing everyone despite at how fast it went. She was a pro at riding and Blake felt a bit more energized by her performance. He was going to give it another shot. He would be damned if he was leaving Las Vegas without Savannah as his woman, his lover. He wanted her in his life and that was that.

He was going to prove it to her that night.


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#TeaserTuesday: Boo’d Up

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Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James is a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky, dishing out sex advice and test-driving sex toys. When she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend having sex, and then blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box.

Blake Hutchinson loved three things: sex, women, and cars – and not necessarily in that order. When he and his girlfriend decided to role-play one night, Blake could’ve sworn he felt another set of eyes watching from afar and enjoying the action herself. When a coworker talks about the hot sex blogger speaking about her recent voyeurism experiment, Blake discovers Savannah’s secret identity –and is determined to get to know more about her.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more sex toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.


Unedited Snippet:

“What type of clients do you have where they can afford a car like this?” Savannah sat back into the luxurious Rolls Royce SUV.

A low laugh escaped Blake’s lips as he rubbed his beard. “The wealthiest of wealthy. This beauty belongs to Soul Ellison, creator of FuckBoi Logic shoes and Fresh Nectar clothing. Dude is beyond wealthy and can afford this. He’s an heir to the famed Ellison dynasty. His brother is a senator and his dad is the Civil Rights attorney Thomas Ellison.”

“Wow,” Savannah put two and two together. The Ellisons were her generation’s Kennedys, Bushes, and Clintons. They were revered in hip-hop culture and politics, and seemed to blend in just as well at both sides.

Savannah knew Blake worked on cars for the rich and maybe not-so famous, but the SUV was a luxury she’d never known before. Custom designed with ebony and ocean blue accents, the SUV was everything Savannah could dream of. She had never stepped foot inside a Rolls Royce ever in her life.

She’d seen one at an auto show once and was in awe, but never thought she would ever be in a position to ever get in one. Of course, that was her own insecurities seeping through and not something she’d actually believed.

Seeing how easily she slid inside the posh vehicle and how Blake commanded the SUV down the highway, it made the fantasies of café Vienna babies with curly hair, full lips, and Blake’s light eyes make Savannah’s ovaries go into overdrive.

“You’re so quiet,” Blake turned on the stereo and Ozzy Ozzburne screamed back at him, “I can never tell what’s going on in that head of yours.”

Savannah grinned as she tried to decipher the rocker’s music. It was funny how she couldn’t understand him when he sang just like she couldn’t understand him as he spoke. It was a special talent. “I don’t like to talk unless I have something to say.”

“Well?” Blake turned down the stereo on the steering wheel. “What type of music are you into?”

“Not this.” Savannah replied.

Blake nodded and smiled. He turned onto an R&B station. He half-shuddered thinking he just stereotyped Savannah but she would tell him if he was off the mark again. “Good. Baby steps. We’re almost there.”

Savannah chuckled at her own stubbornness. “I’m not going to say I like all kinds because I don’t, but I do love the blues.”

“The blues?” He asked and she nodded. He turned it to a blues station and Jimmy D. Lane came through the speakers. “Really? I’m surprised.”

Savannah briefly closed her eyes. The electrical guitar strings hummed through her body and a slow smile curved her lips. There was nothing like listening to the blues while sitting in a Rolls Royce. “Because I’m too young?” She inferred.

“No, because you don’t seem like the type to listen to a Tab Benoit record.” He added.

“Excuse you!” Savannah whipped her head towards Blake. “First of all, I’m allowed to like whatever music I want and…” She caught on to what he said. “…what do you know about Tab Benoit?”

Blake smiled that brilliant smile. “I know my blues.”

“You don’t seem like the type to listen to blues.” Savannah replied. Blake also didn’t seem like the type to listen to a Jodeci record while blowing out his girlfriend’s back but what did she know?

“Appearances are deceiving,” he made a quick glance over at her and Savannah felt his light eyes pierce through her soul. “I’m sure there’s a lot about you I don’t know.”

“Like what?” Savannah froze when she thought about the obvious secret. “I mean, you know I keep to myself and I write.”

“But what do you write about?” Blake shot straight. “You give me generics but you have never showed me an article of your writing.”

“Because people who know I write have no interest in reading what I write. It’s like everyone knows you’re singer, but they probably won’t go a show. Everyone knows you act, but they won’t see a performance. Everyone knows what people do but unless I’m rich and famous, they couldn’t care less.” Savannah shrugged. “So, I don’t bother. I don’t tell people I write. I don’t brag about it. I don’t lament. I barely go on Facebook and I try my best to avoid social media in general.”

“But how does that work out if you being a writer means you have to put yourself out there?” He asked. “You have to make yourself more visible if you want any success?”

“I’m working on that,” Savannah agreed. “I just need to get out of my shell.”

“You’re too beautiful to stay contained,” Blake replied, “if you’re going to be successful, you need to be out there more.”

Savannah felt a rush of energy flow through her. No one had ever given her encouragement like that before. She also tempered her emotions once she realized Blake did it on a friendly level. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he reached over and squeezed her hand. Her hand was soft and delicate, just like she was. “Anytime.”

Savannah didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing so she didn’t argue when Blake grabbed her hand. She also didn’t complain when he didn’t let it go.

~~~~~~

“Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re at our first stop.”

Savannah yawned and briefly looked around. They parked in a desert, but she wasn’t sure where. As she rubbed her eyes, and hoped the drool from her mouth wasn’t so apparent, she was in awe by what was before her.

Huge, colorful rocks stacked on top of each other, in close proximity. They looked like towers and definitely Instagram-worthy. “Where are we?”

“The Seven Magic Mountains.” Blake got out of the SUV to walk around and opened Savannah’s door. “Kinda quirky, kinda artsy, but kinda cool. Let’s go check it out.”

Savannah grabbed Blake’s hand as he helped her out and led her to the installation. Several other tourists stopped and took pictures while children ran around the rocks in awe. Savannah and Blake walked together, palms pressed together, as they went up to the first mountain.

“This is incredible!” Savannah beamed as she admired it. It had bright colors such as pink, red, orange, and fluorescent yellow. Other mountains had deeper colors such as black, blue, grey, and purple. “How did you know about this?”

“Well, it’s hard to miss on the way to Vegas,” Blake walked up to a mountain and touched it. “But I thought, ‘Man, that’s wicked. Who in the hell has that free time to put those rocks together like that?’ You know what I mean? Like, painting them but then also installing them so they don’t fall? That’s dope as hell.”

“It is,” Savannah caressed the rock and found it to be warm, but not too hot. “very cool.”

Blake watched in awe for a moment as Savannah played with the rocks. Her slender fingers carefully touched the surface of the rocks, as if she was afraid she would break it. She suddenly smiled and he briefly wished he knew what it was for.

Savannah was genuine and beautiful on the inside – a rare trait he didn’t find too often anymore. Social media took away actual interaction and replaced it with guessing games. A person now posted things to generate the most likes and comments or hoped their video would go viral. Others often hate-watched their enemies behind the comfort of their computers instead of ignoring them like normal human beings.

Savannah was none of that. Even though he knew her secret, she didn’t brag about it. Heck, she didn’t even say a word about what she did for a living. She was quiet, but a woman of opinions. She liked something other trap music and whatever manufactured crap that was out on the radio.

Savannah was just…everything.

“Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to take a picture?” She teased.

Blake took out his phone. “Selfie time!” He held it sideways and pressed Savannah’s plush body against his muscular frame. She smelled like lemongrass, vanilla, with a touch of Marsha Ambrosius. “Say cheese.”

“Cheese!” Savannah snuggled against Blake and was amazed how easy he felt against her body. His muscular arms wrapped around her like a warm blanket and his cologne made her knees buckle. He was every fantasy and prayer she ever had.

She looked up at him and was stunned by his beautiful light eyes, and rugged beard that gave him an edge. His graphic t-shirt and jeans only tailored to his muscular physique, and Blake didn’t try to hide it. He smelled wonderful and just plain man.

His fingers were a bit rough and callous from working on cars, but it gave him some character. He wasn’t some dude who cared too much about manicures unless he paid for someone else’s. He was a man’s man. He enjoyed fast cars, probably faster women, and hockey.

It dawned on Savannah why did she bother getting her hopes up about Blake. Why would he ever be interested in her?

Blake felt Savannah stiffen underneath him and her heart rate raced to uncomfortable levels. He slightly pulled away from her. “Are you okay, Savannah?”

“Um, yeah.” She blew out a disappointed breath. “Can we go now?”

Blake wondered what in the hell happened in a few seconds. He would never, ever figure women out for as long as he lived. “Sure.”


 

Boo’d Up will be out this week everywhere.

The first several chapters are located here.

#TeaserTuesday: Her Little Secret (Boo’d Up)

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Photo by Amador Loureiro

Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James is a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky, dishing out sex advice and test-driving sex toys. When she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend having sex, and then blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box.

Blake Hutchinson loved three things: sex, women, and cars – and not necessarily in that order. When he and his girlfriend decided to role-play one night, Blake could’ve sworn he felt another set of eyes watching from afar and enjoying the action herself. When a coworker talks about the hot sex blogger speaking about her recent voyeurism experiment, Blake discovers Savannah’s secret identity –and is determined to get to know more about her.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more sex toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.


(Unedited Snippet):

Savannah.

She’d been on his mind since the other night and he couldn’t shake the feeling she watched him and Irina make love. Maybe he was so blinded by lust, he thought he saw Savannah. Maybe his mind wished she was there instead of entertaining Irina again.

During their weeks-long relationship, Irina often asked Blake if he would consider moving in because she was there so much. He entertained the idea but liked the freedom of his pseudo bachelor pad. Irina was free to come over and spend as much time she wanted. But she wasn’t moving in.

Yet, Blake suddenly began to entertain the possibility staying where he was but not for Courtney. He had a newfound interest in Savannah. He got to know her and found she was…well, she was interesting.

Yes, interesting. She wasn’t the partygoer type. She wasn’t a dating type. Come to think of it, Blake wasn’t sure if Savannah was even interested in dating. She’d never brought home any kind of boyfriend or date within the past three months he’d stayed at the townhome. He honestly thought she was gay.

But she watched him and Irina have sex. She was there from beginning to the end and probably self-participated.

That alone made Blake want to get to know Savannah a lot better. “I wonder what she’s really like?” Blake wondered aloud.

“You should probably ask her,” Savannah replied from behind. Her sudden appearance startled Blake a bit. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Blake,” she smiled.

“It’s all good,” Blake felt embarrassed. He had only hoped Savannah didn’t have a secret talent of telepathy.  “What’s up?”

“Nothing, really. Working on a major deadline and need to get it done soon,” Savannah made her way to the kitchen and grabbed an apple juice. Her last masturbation session worked up quite a thirst. “Long and tedious but it’ll be worth it in the very end.”

“That’s good.” Blake shifted his stance. He took a quick sweep of Savannah’s features and wondered why he’d never noticed them before. Her hair was put up in a large pouf. Her full lips were covered in pink gloss. Other than a little mascara, she was barefaced and stunning.

Her attire of loose workout shorts and a tight tank top did nothing to hide the softness of her curves. Sure, he liked thin women but a thick Savannah was looking like a snack and he was suddenly hungry for a taste. “What’s it about?”

“Ummm…” Savannah thought of a quick lie. She wasn’t expecting Blake to ask that question. “Relationships and the dynamic between a man and a woman.”

“Sounds interesting,” Blake politely nodded. “And what did you discover?”

That Irina wasn’t faking it. “People fall in lust more often than they realize. Lust is fleeting but love is forever.” Savannah was rather impressed at how well she could lie under pressure.

Blake nodded again. He had a feeling Savannah was lying but he couldn’t prove it. “Nice. I like to read it sometime.”

I like to ride you sometime. Savannah imagined Blake’s muscular frame beneath her curvy one, sliding up and down his beautiful cock as he guided her with quick, and hard thrusts until they both climaxed. His body screamed sex and Savannah found her own volition answering the call. “Not a problem,” Savannah smiled and held up her juice. “Well, gotta go work. Talk to you later.”

“Hey Savannah,” Blake began. He ran a hand through his dark hair and folded his arms. “Um, I wanted to ask you about the other night.”

The admission made Savannah stop in her tracks. She reluctantly turned around. Did he see her? If he did, did he see her doing that? “Yes?”

“We weren’t, um, too loud were we?” Blake shifted his stance. “We didn’t keep you up?”

Savannah briefly thought about the other night. It would something she would never forget anytime or ever. All of the dildos and vibrators Savannah had didn’t compare to seeing long, smooth thickness of Blake’s cock pumping in and out of his fling. She came once on the stairs and again when she went to bed, thinking about him.

In fact, she’d been in a constant state of arousal since the other night and being close to Blake only intensified the heat within her. It was a fleeting thought, she convinced herself. They weren’t going to be permanent in any way, shape or form. “Um, no. I slept right through it as usual.”

Blake nodded. He knew she was lying. It was a game they both played and were active participants in. He would have to try harder and dig a little deeper. Savannah was a closet freak and Blake was about to open her closet door to see what other skeletons she had hidden in there. “Good. All right, see you later.”

“Later, Blake,” Savannah smiled.

Savannah walked back to her room and closed the door behind her. She locked it just to make sure no one would disturb her. Too late. Blake already distracted her. Now she had the image of sucking his cock while he pulled her coily hair.

“Oh no, you didn’t keep me up at all, Blake!” She mocked herself as she sat in front of the computer. “I just only watched you have sex with your girlfriend and memorized how big your dick is and how much I want to ride you. That’s all.” Savannah slapped the computer desk. “Damn, I need to get laid!”

Savannah took comfort in knowing Blake didn’t know her secret. He didn’t see her. It was impossible that he did. He was too busy concentrating on Irina to notice Savannah was watching them. Unless…Savannah shook her head and laughed. She was sure they didn’t see her. Even if Blake did see her, he would’ve said something.

Right? He would’ve said something.


 

Her Little Secret is a new adult novella and will be out this July. Cover reveal coming soon!

#FlashFriday: Her Little Secret (Boo’d Up)

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Photograph by Thomas Martinsen

Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James was a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky. A reader challenged her to spy on a couple having sex, and it was an offer she couldn’t refuse. But when she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend and boyfriend having sex, and then blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box.

Blake Hutchinson loved three things: sex, women, and cars – and not necessarily in that order. When he and his girlfriend decided to role-play one night, Blake could’ve sworn he felt another set of eyes watching from afar and enjoying the action herself. When a coworker talks about the hot sex blogger speaking about her recent voyeurism experiment, Blake discovers Savannah’s secret identity –and is determined to get to know more about her.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more sex toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.


 

Unedited Snippet: 

A voluptuous black woman opened the front door. She wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t skinny. She filled out her simple attire of blue jeans and a red sweater with pushed-up sleeves. She was hipper than what her age gave away because Savannah noticed the dark pink Gucci sneakers on her feet.

She was older and her hair showed signs of her wisdom, not age. She had small lines around her eyes but no wrinkles on her clean skin, blessed only by small freckles and moles. Her hair was in locs, with a mixture of grey, blonde, and black. What would look silly on someone else, looked elegant on her.

“Well, Blake…” The older woman’s voice was smoky and inviting. “…are you going introduce me to your friend?”

“My manners,” he smiled a charming smile, “Mom, this is my friend, Savannah. Savannah, this is my mother, Alicia Hutchinson.”

Savannah blinked several times and hoped the surprise in her mind didn’t appear across her face. Alicia was clearly a black woman. Blake was about as Orange County surfer dude as they come. And they were mother and son?

“Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Alicia.” Savannah stuck out her hand.

“Oh girl, give me a hug!” Alicia pulled her in and gave Savannah one of the biggest bear hugs she’d ever had. Alicia felt like Christmas morning, Southern hospitality, and Al Green songs. Alicia pulled away and just smiled at Savannah. “Oh, you’re just so beautiful! And your hair! I just love your hair, baby.”

It was a compliment Savannah didn’t know she needed. “Thank you, Ms. Alicia.”

“Now, do you eat soul food? You see I have to ask this because the last few times Blake brought home one of his things,” her eyes cut to Blake, who quickly looked up at the sky, “they didn’t eat. One time I made chitlins and I told the girl what she was eating after she finished a plate of them. Honey, she was stuck in the guest bathroom for an hour trying to throw it all back up!” Alicia chuckled. “It was the funniest thing in my entire life. I’m pretty sure if I made potato salad with raisins and whatever weird mess they put in there, she would’ve ate it all up.”

“Hmm,” Savannah agreed, “was her name Karen?”

“Why, yes it was, actually!” Alicia laughed as Savannah joined in. “Let’s see….there was also a Becky, and a Lisa and a Michelle…” Alicia’s voice became more Valley Girl-like with each girl’s name. “….and now I have a Savannah…hallelujah, praise God!” A proud smile curved Alicia’s lips as she turned to Blake. “What did I tell you, son? What did I tell you? I told you one day you were going to bring home a girl just like your mama and look at God! He answers prayers, you know?”

Blake was thankful he had a beard because the embarrassment caused by his mother made his cheeks feel pink. “Can we go inside, Mom?”

“Oh yes!” Alicia interlocked arms with Savannah and led her inside the home. “Let me tell you all about my Blake since I’m sure that boy hadn’t said a word about where he’d come from.” She shot a glance back at him.

Blake’s head fell back and he closed his eyes. “I love my mother. I love my mother. I love my mother…”

“BLAKE!”

“Coming, mama!”

~~~~~~

Alicia’s home was just like her. Decorated in soft hues of burgundy, tan, and olive, it felt welcoming from the jump. Oversized sofas were the centerpiece of the family room, which showcased a flatscreen TV on the wall and various family pictures.

Hardwood floors led to the many carpeted bedrooms and polished bathrooms spread across two stories. The kitchen had a country, rustic theme with old Mason jars that contained grown herbs and flowers.

The kitchenette was reminiscent of an old 1950s diner with a small, flatscreen TV in the corner; perfect for watching a daytime gabfest or a cooking show. The formal dining room was just that, and Savannah could tell it was only used for special occasions. It mostly contained storage for such events.

There was a touch of expensive items but nothing so drastic where Savannah felt she couldn’t even sit on the furniture. It was clear Alicia had money, and it was possible she was wealthy, but to what extent Alicia wasn’t sure. It was also very clear Alicia downplayed her wealth every chance she had.

As Savannah looked around the home more, she noticed the walls weren’t the standard stark white but a soft mauve color. Various family photos hung on the walls and Savannah smiled as she saw the transition of Blake from childhood to adult. Every photo he had with Alicia, and her husband, Willis, there was Blake with a huge smile on his face.

You’re always welcomed herewas the motto Savannah silently picked up from Alicia. Her demeanor, her home, and even her clothing. She wondered if it had something to do with the clear differences between her and Blake and Shana. Or maybe…the siblings were really taking after their mother.

“You’re probably wondering the one thing most of Blake’s girlfriends ask so I might as well address it now,” Alicia stood next to Savannah as she looked at a photo of Blake in his Little League uniform. “Blake and Shana are adopted. I had two sons and we wanted to have more children after them but we weren’t able to. So, we went to adoption agency and requested a black baby to adopt. They didn’t have any.” Alicia shook her head and gave Savannah a look that signaled, ‘You believe that mess?’

“So, I asked them, ‘Well, what do you have?’ and the lady said, ‘we only have white babies here.’ So, I asked, ‘Is there a law I can’t adopt a white baby?’ and she said, ‘No ma’am, but we currently have twins here. We told every prospective parent they have to adopt both but many wanted to separate them.’ And Willis said, ‘We’ll take them both.’” Alicia smiled. “I’m not going to sugarcoat and say it was easy. The twins got picked on a lot at school and both Willis and I had family questioning us for adopting two white kids. But as they grew older and we became more acquainted with our neighborhood, everyone knew us as a loving family who opened up our home to anyone. Ask Blake. Many of his friends spent the night here and stayed here when they had issues with their parents.”

Savannah smiled at the warmth Alicia and Willis showed their children. She knew it wasn’t easy raising two children who clearly didn’t look anything like them, but loved them as if they came from them. “How many children do you have?”

“Just those four and trust me, it’s more than plenty.” Alicia chuckled. “My boys – Derek, Dalvin, and Blake are very close in age. They’re only a year apart each. My food bill and my clothes shopping bill went through the roof during that time.” The older woman sighed as she reminisced. “I’m so glad high school and college is over.”

Savannah smiled. Blake was built like a UFC fighter yet his demeanor was warm like a children’s pediatrician. She definitely saw why he often kept a rotating door of female conquests. She also saw why he probably had no interest in her.

She quickly changed the subject before her heartbreak became apparent on her face. “What do your other two sons do?”

“Derek is a coach for the NFL,” Alicia proudly smiled, “he just won his first Super Bowl this past year. Dalvin is a music producer and does a lot of that rap stuff I don’t listen to. He recently worked with some guy named Dolce Gabbana, but I guess they did amazing work since they both won Grammys.” She softly put her hand on Alicia’s arm. “Willis and I went with him. We were his dates for the night.”

“And what does Willis do for a living?” Savannah asked. It quickly occurred to her that why Shana was pretty open with what her family did, Blake was more quiet and reserved about it.

“He’s a fire captain for the Las Vegas Fire Department.” Alicia replied. “He was a firefighter when we met thirty years ago. Every time he gets a call, I still get shakes wondering if he’s coming home. It only gets worse during fire season.”

“How do you manage?” Savannah asked.

Alicia gave her a sweet smile. “Prayer.” She paused for a brief moment. “And lots of wine.”


 

Her Little Secret will be out this month. It’s an erotic new adult novella.

#TeaserTuesday: Her Little Secret (Boo’d Up)

Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James was a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky. A reader challenged her to spy on a couple having sex, and it was an offer she couldn’t refuse. But when she spies on her roommate’s brother and his then-girlfriend having sex, and then blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box.

Blake Hutchinson loved three things: sex, women, and cars – and not necessarily in that order. When he and his ex-girlfriend decided to role-play one night, Blake could’ve sworn he felt another set of eyes watching from afar and enjoying the action herself. When a coworker talks about the hot sex blogger speaking about her recent voyeurism experiment, Blake discovers Savannah’s secret identity – and is determined to get to know more about her.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more sex toys than a girl can imagine make up this sexy, summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.


 

Unedited Snippet:

“Well, we’re here.”

It was the unmistakable feeling that Savannah had felt when she ventured in dating guys she normally wouldn’t. Her idea of fun was going to an amusement park, music festival, or checking out spoken-word poetry.

The men she’d often dated were into ziplines, mountain climbing on real mountains, and going kayaking – all of the typical activities a woman with natural 4C hair probably wouldn’t do. Savannah had no issues staying on the sidelines as they explored their activities. She was also never surprised when it was eventually revealed her past paramours found those who liked the same things they did.

So, she should’ve been surprised after a night of walking the Strip, Blake took her to a country music club. Of course, the sleeved-up white dude would bring her black ass to a club where they both would get harassed. “What in the Ghetto Gaggers fresh hell is this?” She quietly asked after a few silent moments.

“It’s like Coyote Ugly,” he referenced the movie, “and they have a mechanical bull inside you can ride.”

Coyote Ugly, huh?” Savannah smirked as she remembered the skinny supermodels in that movie. It was clear Blake was intent on embarrassing her. “I should really punch you in the dick hole.”

“Hey!” Blake stood in front of her. “What’s with the aggression?”

“You want to embarrass me and it’s becoming clear you’re hell-bent on that fact.” She folded her arms. “So, no President Fitz, I will not be your thirsty side chick, Olivia.”

Blake’s eyes narrowed and shook his head. “Who?”

“Uh, never mind.” Savannah rolled her eyes. “I’m going back to the suite.”

“Vannah,” Blake’s voice was low and feathered as he closed the distance between them, “you should know me well enough by now that I would never embarrass you, at least not intentionally.”

Blake’s brown eyes softened to a warm chocolate color. Savannah took a small inhale of his earthy cologne and felt the scent permeated her body, touching her senses, and crashing her back down to Earth.

“I don’t know that.” She remained defiant.

“Have you felt embarrassed at all during this trip?” He asked. He ran a hand through her locks and removed a piece of lint. “I say I’ve done a pretty good job at keeping you comfortable.”

Blake had done an excellent job at keeping Savannah uncomfortable was the truth. He was very respectful, engaged in intelligent conversation, and kept Savannah laughing. He was all sexy as all get out. He opened doors, and pulled out chairs. He even ordered for her whenever they went out.

His muscular frame crowded hers, yet she didn’t feel overwhelmed or suffocated. Instead, she felt comforted and warm. Her heart beat in a staccato rhythm and she struggled to keep up. Her mouth suddenly felt cottony, and a dampness in her panties appeared.

No.

Blake was her best friend’s brother. There was a hard and fast rule Savannah had about men she wouldn’t pursue. Married men, men in relationships, men old enough to be her daddy, and most importantly, her best friend’s brother.

If things went south with the brother, things would go south with Courtney and Savannah couldn’t risk that. She kept her feelings at bay and her fingers busy at night while Blake remained a fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I don’t even know how to ride a bull.” Savannah offered.

“That’s the fun part, you just get on and learn as you go.” Blake winked and his lips curved into a delicious smile. “You can’t knock it until you try it, right?”

Blake was charming like a politician and gave a victory speech that would’ve made Savannah vote for him had he been running. She briefly wondered if Blake seeing her ride a bull was his practice to see if how she would ride him.

Snap out of it, Vannah.

It had been so long Savannah had been with an actual man, and not a boy who pretended to be one. Savannah didn’t want to make too much into Blake’s treatment of her. For all she knew, it was his representative she saw and not the true, despicable him that often showed up several months later whenever she dated other men.

Blake was not like other men she’d dated in the past and that was the issue. She was in lust with the man and that was a no-no.“No video.”

“No video,” he agreed and held out his arm for her to interlock, “shall we, milady?”

Savannah grabbed Blake’s arm and walked inside with him. “We shall.”

“Just a quick question,” Blake began as they made their way to their seats. “How do you know about Ghetto Gaggers?”

“I think the real question is how do you know about Ghetto Gaggers?” Savannah looked over and smiled.

Blake tightened his lips. “No comment.”


 

Her Little Secret will be out this month.

#FlashFriday: Watercolors #romance #bwwm

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Unedited Snippet:

“Irreplaceable” was a fitting song.

As Beyonce’s angry and biting lyrics blared overhead, Senator Ocean Ellison sat in his ex-girlfriend’s living room. He noticed a distinct theme with the songs she’d played.

First, there was “Not Gon’ Cry” by Mary J. Blige.

Next came “Love Don’t Live Here Anymore” by Rose Royce.

Then there was “Apologize” by One Republic.

Followed by “I Will Survive.” Not the upbeat version by Gloria Gaynor, but the quiet storm cover by Chantay Savage.

As Ocean listened to “Cry Me a River,” it became increasingly clear he had the work cut out for him. Aaliyah Smith was not a woman who easily caved in. She also wasn’t a woman who gave many second chances. She was stubborn to a fault, but generous with her love and time to those who deserved it.

Ocean knew he didn’t deserve even being at her home.

Aaliyah was angry. She was beyond pissed. The fire in her eyes only matched what she felt inside and Ocean knew she did everything she could to restrain herself from hitting him.

She, worst of all, was heartbroken. It was Ocean’s entire fault.

He felt his stomach coil up in tight knots and guilt choked him. If he had to be on his knees all night and wear out his best pair of Armani slacks, so be it. He was not leaving with Aaliyah, point blank period.

They had more in common than what appeared to be. She was a rocker chick who loved whiskey and Guns N’ Roses. He a wealthy doctor who enjoyed Blue Magic and the Chi-Lites. She lived fast; he loved the cautious and slow approach.

Their backgrounds were wildly different but when they connected, Aaliyah and Ocean were unstoppable. He was clean-cut and dare anyone thought, innocent. She was a bad girl with a past.

The odds were stacked against them from the start and they both treated their connection as a fling. When they made love, however, all sense flew out of the window. Her mouth was skillful and her tongue was hungry. Her hands explored every crevice of his body and demanded more from him.

They made love throughout the night. They fucked in every room of her apartment and his home. Aaliyah became Ocean’s fire. He became needy for her love and touch. He anticipated her needs before she spoke them.

The fire was still there and it smoldered between them, no matter how much they both denied it. All Ocean wanted to do was go upstairs and prove to Aaliyah throughout the night how much he was sorry and how much he’d missed her.

In due time. Everything in due time.

With his security detail waiting outside, Ocean took stock of Aaliyah’s condo. Decorated in muted colors like mahogany, cream, and peach, it was a far cry from Aaliyah’s old apartment in Los Angeles. Wall sconces gave the home a light, soft feel akin to being in a spa.

Her condo had several tall windows that gave natural light, and overlooked downtown Atlanta. Dark, hardwood tiles covered the floors, leading to plush carpeting in the bedrooms.

It was an expensive condo, Ocean concluded. It was decorated in quiet luxury that didn’t come out of an IKEA showroom, but pricey items that a certain economic threshold could afford. There were quirky items like an old, colorful credenza that sat her flatscreen TV. An equally colorful Indian rug laid under Ocean’s feet. He knew it came from a trendy store in West Hollywood because he had the same rug in his home.

Ocean’s stomach churned when he realized he was sitting in a condo his father bought and furnished.


 

Watercolors (Ellison Brothers #4) will be out in July.

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