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#FlashFriday: Finesse #nook #kindle #amazon #smashwords #romance

This book finally has a title.

Blurb: 

I took over my Daddy’s coffee shop after he died and thought everything ran smoothly. That was, until the new owners decided to jack up my rent at an unbearable cost.

Just when I was about to close down the shops and let go of the employees, I received numerous checks to keep me up float. Everything was going well until he showed up.

After I cashed the checks, he demanded the payment in full as he reminded me what he signed on the memos:

The first one: You.

The second one: Belong.

The third one: To.

The last and final one: Me.

I knew my guardian angel wasn’t that generous without some invisible and thick strings attached. He doesn’t want money; he wants me. Unless I have something to say about it, he will have me.


 

Snippet: 

It’s clear to see why the Feds left Cameron alone. He doesn’t look like a drug dealer. There’s nothing about him or his boys that scream we’re the biggest drug cartel in Atlanta.

He’s wearing a V-neck shirt and jeans. On his feet are Jordans. He smells clean like soap, musk, and just plain man. His brown eyes are sparkling, as if he’s always up to no good. His lips are moisturized and silently begging me to kiss them.

There’s nothing flashy about Cameron. No huge diamond studs or ice on his wrists or teeth. He only has a wristwatch and knowing Cameron, it’s probably top of the line expensive.

He may be quiet with his flash, but it’s not that quiet with his money. He drives a modest BMW, if one could call those cars modest. He lives in a gated community in Buckhead, along with the other rich, white families.

Cameron looks like the typical rich white guy and I honestly think, that’s why he was able to beat every case the Feds have ever charged him with. Nothing could stick to him. No one was willing to testify against him.

And absolutely no one could believe Senator Page’s son was a ruthless drug lord.

He calmly sips his cappuccino before he tries the homemade biscuit with jam. “This is excellent.” He smiles. “Hayley made this?”

“I made it.” I reply. “My Daddy’s old recipe. Hayley made the jam, though. We created it together.”

“I need to pick up a jar for my mom, she’ll love it.” Cameron smiles and I see the slight dimples in his cheeks. Ugh. He knows how much I loved his dimples.

“I’ll make sure to send it to her.” I sip my tangerine tea. “Is there anything else I can help you with? I plan to pay you back in full.”

“I don’t want your money, baby girl. Your money is no good with me.” He shakes his head. “I wanted to talk to you about the terms of our arrangement.”

“The terms of our arrangement?” Every word comes out like a sentence. The back of my hair stands up. “I just told you I’ll pay you back in full. The shops are up and running like clockwork. You’ll get your money back in no time. I’ll take out a loan to pay you back.”

“The money wasn’t a loan. It was a gift and it should be treated as such.” His low voice comforts me like a blanket. “I’m installing cameras in your shops. Every time you go to the bank to make a deposit, you’ll have security detail to ensure nothing happens. If you take a day off, I need to know where you’re going and how long you’re going to be there. From this moment on, you’ll be escorted to the shops with my driver.”

Cameron is giving me direct orders, not suggestions. It’s also clear none of this is up for negotiation. “I thought I was my own woman?”

“I’m not stopping you from doing whatever it is you want to do, baby girl.” Cameron sips his cappuccino. “But I do think my terms are more favorable than you trying to pay off what’s not a loan.”

It doesn’t matter if I don’t want any part of whatever Cameron is doing; he’s going to make me a part of it, regardless. “Fine.”

“Paychecks will be sent out as normal and there will be no more interruptions. You don’t have to worry about being raided or the police frequenting here unless they’re just coming in to try these delicious biscuits.” He takes another bite and shakes his head. “So good.”

“I’m glad.” I fold my arms. “Anything else, boss man?”

Cameron finishes his cappuccino and blots his lips. “Where did we go wrong, Tay?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” This is the part where I really think this fool is wasting my time. “…the fact you chose the streets over your girl? Maybe that part.”

He rubs his five o’clock shadow and licks those kissable lips. I’m ignoring the soft thumping occurring in my panties. “Nothing is more important than you, Taylor.” His voice is low and so damn hot. He locks eyes with mine and my body shivers. “Absolutely nothing.”

“That’s not the point, Cameron.” I mention to him. “You were more devoted to your corners than to us.”

“That’s not true,” he shakes his head and the dark hair softly moves, “I treated you very well. Whatever you wanted, you got. Even if it was the useless shit I didn’t think you needed, you still got.”

“Please stop trying to sweet talk to me. I’m getting hot and bothered.” I roll my eyes. He laughs at my annoyance and once again, the thought of whether to fight or fuck him occurs in my brain.

“I always took care of you, Tay. I always will.” He purrs as a spark flew between us. He grabs my fingers and I don’t stop him. His hand is just as soft and smooth as I remembered. “Everyone knows what the deal is between us. Everyone knows who you are and what you mean to me. Nothing will ever happen to you.”


 

Finesse will be out later this month. Chapters will be posted on wattpad.

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Posted in New Adult Romances

#TeaserTuesday: Title TBA #newadult #kindle #nook #smashwords #romancebook

 

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Blurb: 

I took over my Daddy’s coffee shop after he died and thought everything ran smoothly. That was, until the new owners decided to jack up my rent at an unbearable cost.

Just when I was about to close down the shops and let go of the employees, I received numerous checks to keep me afloat. Everything was going well until he showed up.

After I cashed the checks, he demanded the payment in full as he reminded me what he signed on the memos:

The first one: You.

The second one: Belong.

The third one: To.

The last and final one: Me.

I knew my guardian angel wasn’t that generous without some invisible and thick strings attached. He doesn’t want money; he wants me. Unless I have something to say about it, he will have me.


Unedited Snippet:

Cameron never told me exactly what he did for a living, but I naturally assumed all of the money he spent was just he making withdrawals from his Daddy’s bank account. One night we were out at a club, living it up, and a fight broke out between Cam’s group and another.

Shots were fired and I ducked. People screamed and ran out of the club. I hid under a table. When I managed to look up, I saw Cam pointing a loaded gun at a man’s face and he cocked it back.

It wasn’t any ordinary man; he was someone who simply went by Lexus, and at the time, he was the most ruthless drug lord in the city. He controlled all of West Highlands, Carey Park, Grove Park, and Center Hill. It was rumored he was making his way towards Bankhead.

Lexus dressed just as nice as the car he took his name after. I never saw him looking like a regular dude. He was always fitted in Timbs, dark jeans, and a tight shirt that outlined his muscular body. He also had a perm on his head that was laid just right.

He was a charming man and that was why no one would believe he could take out an entire family and not even blink an eye. He was admired and feared at the same time. He was also taunting Cameron with his beautiful smile and calm demeanor.

“You ain’t got the balls to do it, white boy.” He sneered.

Cameron smiled. “Funny you say that.” He pointed the gun to Lexus’s crotch and fired off a round. “Neither do you.” As Lexus crouched over in pain, Cameron squatted in front of him. “Every rock, every benzo, every zanie, I’m getting fifty percent of.” His voice was calm as if he were telling someone what time it was. “If I’m short-changed even just by ten cents, your baby girl is going to be an orphan.” He got up and motioned his boys over to Lexus, and they dragged him out.

I stayed hidden under a table, paralyzed. That’s what Cam was doing? He was the son of a Senator! Why in the hell did he need to get caught up in the drug game? I swear rich white boys and their boredom is a thing to behold.

Cameron looked around and didn’t see me before he hurriedly left. “Where’s Tay?” He shouted to someone.

“I don’t know.” I recognize the voice as Cameron’s best friend, Messiah. He was a milk chocolate brotha who looked like he belonged more on a basketball court than running a drug operation. “I haven’t seen her.”

“Find her.” Cameron barked.

I heard silence and then the sirens. I quickly escaped through a back entrance and took the long way home back to my apartment.

I’m dating a drug dealer. A freaking drug dealer. Actually, no, I’m not dating a drug dealer. A drug dealer would stand by a corner and hustle rock. I’m dating a drug lord and that’s a special type of dangerous.

Who knows what connects Cameron has all over the world? I kept hearing hushed murmurs about Colombia and Mexico, but I didn’t think Cameron was a part of that. Then again, I didn’t know what Cameron’s association was up until a minute ago.

The type of man who has pursued me in the past and the type of man I never gave two thoughts about, I was currently in love with. I want no parts of that lifestyle. I want no parts of him.

And now that I’ve seen what Cameron was capable of, how could I break up with him without the thought of him possibly killing me? My daddy owns a coffee shop; will Cameron and his boys make my daddy’s business a new target?

As I turned the corner and headed home, I wouldn’t have to wait for my answer.  Right there in front of me, leaning on the side of his slick BMW, was Cameron.

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Posted in BDSM, erotica, fiction, S&M (Scott & Mariana)

Scott & Mariana V is now LIVE!

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Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

Mariana Harlow knows her situation isn’t a great one. She’s with a great man, but pregnant with her ex’s baby. She is also is working for her ex again. The two promised to be co-parents and professional, but why does that feel like one big ol’ lie?

Scott Reed really messed up with his relationship with Mariana and hopes to hell he can fix it before it’s too late. Until they’re able to see eye-to-eye, His submissive, Dove, will just have to do.

Sanora has plotted her revenge on supermodel Caprina Waters for a long time. But her desire turned into an obsession. Could her senator husband, Jay Edwards, help her before she wrecks havoc?

When you wish upon a star, dreams do come true. Even if you have to kill someone for them.

S&M is a BDSM interracial love journey that deals with romance, murder, revenge, and second chances. It is the fifth part to the S&M series and a prequel to The Ex-Factor.


 

Snippet: 

“Dove is one of the best submissives I’ve had because she lets Me do whatever I want to her. She’s a bad girl and likes to be punished for her sins or sometimes, My sins. I love to inflict pain – good pain – with her and she always takes it like a dirty, little whore she is.” Scott smiled as He caressed Dove’s pussy. She twisted her body in response. “The demonstration is over, but if you want to stay and watch Me torture her pussy, you’re more than welcome.”

Kimberly looked around. No one left.

Scott took out a cat o’ nine tails and brushed it against Dove’s body. He read her reaction to see if she was okay; she was. Scott nodded and before Dove could brace herself, He slapped the implement against her midsection.

Dove bent over and Scott barked at her to stand straight. He unleashed several whips across her back, her ass, and her breasts. He stood behind her and fingered her pussy as He whispered something in her ear.

Kimberly couldn’t take her eyes off Scott as He completely owned Dove’s body. Everything He did, Dove responded to it as if she was used to it. As He fingered her with one hand, He choked her with the other. Dove looked like she was about to lose her shit.

Dove came and her body convulsed. Scott slapped Dove’s breasts again as she squirmed against His body. He whispered something else in her ear and all Dove could do was nod. Kimberly squirmed a little in her seat as she felt her panties become soaked.

She wanted to be owned by Scott.

Scott was so mechanical, if she thought, about how he acted with his family. He wasn’t fake, but he didn’t show too much emotion. She knew what the deal was – they both were raised in high-society Southern culture. Appearances were everything and they both lived that to the day.

Even as a Dom, Scott was controlled.

Scott pulled out a Hitachi and turned it on the highest setting. He stood behind Dove and rubbed it against Dove’s pussy. Dove feverishly nodded and came again, buckling against the restraints. He slapped Dove’s breasts with His free hand and kept the Hitachi on her.

Kimberly watched as Dove came again.

And again.

And again.


 

To purchase:

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Amazon CA

Smashwords

iTunes (coming soon)

Barnes & Noble (coming soon)

Posted in S&M (Scott & Mariana)

#TuesdayTeaser: Scott & Mariana V

Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

Mariana Harlow knows her situation isn’t a great one. She’s with a great man, but pregnant with her ex’s baby. She is also is working for her ex again. The two promised to be co-parents and professional, but why does that feel like one big ol’ lie?

Scott Reed really messed up with his relationship with Mariana and hopes to hell he can fix it before it’s too late. Until they’re able to see eye-to-eye, His submissive, Dove, will just have to do.

Sanora has plotted her revenge on supermodel Caprina Waters for a long time. But her desire turned into an obsession. Could her senator husband, Jay Edwards, help her before she wrecks havoc?

When you wish upon a star, dreams do come true. Even if you have to kill someone for them.

S&M is a BDSM interracial love journey that deals with romance, murder, revenge, and second chances. It is the fifth part to the S&M series and a prequel to The Ex-Factor.


 

Blurb: 

“That’s all I have for you now.” Chris gave Mariana that sympathy gaze she hated. “So, that’s all kiddo.”

“No, that’s not all kiddo,” Mariana lamented. “Why am I only working on yogurt and cat shit sand? I had major companies I worked on before…” She took a breather. Before she lost everything and had no idea who she was anymore. “…I had major clients I was in contact with.”

“And those have been reassigned. They understood and they’re working with your colleagues. These new brands need new ideas and a fresher face to help them. You would be perfect for them.”

“Obscure brands that no one will buy and would probably be gone in a few years?” Mariana let out a small sigh.

“It’s out of my hands, Mari.” Chris offered. “I was given this instruction for you.”

Scott. Of course he did. Why would Mariana honestly think Chris was behind all of this? “That’s all I need to know. Thank you, Chris.” She grabbed the yogurt and the cat litter. “I’ll get started on this right away.” She walked out of his office, dropped the items on her desk, and promptly walked to Elissa’s desk. “I need a word with your boss.”

Elissa smiled at Mariana. “He’s expecting you.”

Mariana felt her hands curl up into tight balls. Of course, Scott was. “Thank you.” She promptly walked into Scott’s office and found him casually leaned against his oak desk with his arms casually folded.

He looked, smelled, and embodied sex. Mariana didn’t know if she wanted to fight or fuck him. He wore a dark green V-neck sweater and khaki pants. His shoes were sneakers. He normally wore a variety of shoes, but it was clear Scott went for comfort that day.

His cologne was musky, with notes of earth and wood. It was a faint smell in the office, but strong enough to make Mariana walk closer to him instead of standing at a safe distance like she normally did.

Scott Reed. Her boss. Her former lover. The father of her dead child. And she currently hated him. Maybe he thought he was trying to help, but for Mariana, she was never too sure. Every time she thought Scott would finally trust her, he proved to her why he didn’t.

She wondered if this would be an ongoing battle between them forever. “Thank you for showing me once again how much you don’t trust me.” She walked up to him. She wanted to look him dead in his gorgeous eyes. “Thank you for taking away all of my major accounts and give me obscure brands that no one will ever fucking buy. Thank you for all the faith you’ve ever had in me to come back stronger. Much appreciated it.”

Mariana always looked sexier when she was angry. The way her body flexed underneath her work attire of slacks and blouse made Scott’s dick stir with attention. Her ebony hair was down in long waves. Her lips were painted in a shimmering brown color.

Scott was being polite and gentlemanly but even he could admit he just wanted to fuck Mariana until she couldn’t walk. “If this is your way of saying thank you, you’re welcome.” He countered. “Anything else?”

Mariana wanted to slap Scott and she was sure he wouldn’t have stopped her. “You’re giving me simple ads a teenager with an IG account and Tik-Tok could do!” Mariana lamented. “I wanted something juicy. Something I can sink my teeth into. I don’t want to tell pet owners what brand of cat shit sand Mr. Fluffy would like!”

“You were in charge of Old Navy, Mariana.” Scott answered her. “You saw the ad with the family and you flipped out, and rightfully so. You’re not ready for something bigger than that right now.”

“No, I am ready for something bigger than that.” She argued. “I need to be distracted and not constantly reminded why I don’t have a child and why my child’s father thinks I need to be handled with kid gloves!”

“You’re doing the brand strategy for Artisan Yogurt and Cute Kitty sand.” Scott countered. “Those are nationwide brands, Ms. Harlow. Not everyone gets those opportunities.”

Ms. Harlow. Whenever Scott was annoyed with Mariana at work, he always addressed her as Ms. Harlow, as if just calling her by her given name was too much for him to do. Mariana was almost positive Scott addressed her as Ms. Harlow so the real word he wanted to say – bitch – wouldn’t come out. “So, you’re saying I should be grateful that I’m doing the brand strategy for some goddamn cat food and yogurt?”

“Your last job had you being an underpaid administrative assistant whose highlight of the day was making sure there was enough foam on someone’s skinny soy latte.” Scott folded his arms and leaned against his oak desk. “And you’re saying me putting you in charge of two major accounts is a step down?”

Putting it like that did make Mariana sound like an ungrateful little…she folded her arms and huffed. “Fine, Mr. Reed. I’ll do the ads.”

“I’ll help you with the ads, Mari.” Mariana noticed Scott’s attitude towards her changed. Now he was softer and referred to her nickname. He stopped short of calling her baby, and Mariana didn’t realize how much she’d longed for him to address her as so. “I will never give you anything to see you struggle or have you purposely fail. That doesn’t benefit me in any way. I wouldn’t make life harder for you.”

“Except sometimes you do, Scott.” She emphasized his name and he raised an eyebrow. “You were always so difficult to read. Like you purposely built this Teflon exterior around you so no one can get in. And when things don’t go your way, you shut people out like they never existed at all. And you wonder why things ended up the way they did between us?” She gave a slight smile. “You are truly your worst enemy.”

“I’m not difficult to read, Mari,” he countered, “you’ve always read me very well. You just didn’t like what you’ve read. In terms of what happened between us, I’ve owned up to it several times and to your face. Yet, you are so bent on being angry with me as if your anger towards me is feeding some unmet need in your life.

“You see, if your ex apologizes for all of the wrongs he’s done, well, that’s boring. But if you hold some sort of resentment against him, hmm…things are juicy now, aren’t they?” He got up, walked over to her, closing the distance, and backed her against the wall. He caressed her cheek and stared into her brown eyes, as a thumb softly played with her lips. “Aren’t you tired of always being so angry with me?”

Mariana took a few small breaths and hardened her eyes. His six-foot plus frame towered over hers. She read his eyes; they’d softened to a light green. He wasn’t angry with her, that she could tell. He was, if she dared thought, rather amused by what she was doing.

She didn’t like how his spicy cologne filled her nostrils, nor did she appreciate the fact she could see a small patch of hair peeking through his open collar. She felt his raw, sexual energy and her panties dampen with need and not the usual want.

She needed to keep this…whatever this was…professional. She came back to McCormick under the pretense that they would be professionals, despite any personal connections. They were never alone together and any group functions, they purposely stayed as far away from each other as humanly possible. For a while, it worked like a charm.

Now, she wasn’t so sure. She wanted to feel him inside her, on top, behind, and underneath her. She wanted to scream his name and beg for climax. Damn being nice for appearances sake. Damn their professionalism and keeping it strictly business. Damn it all.

She was about to open her mouth to welcome a kiss when he suddenly pulled back and opened the door for her. “We can meet at my home to discuss the ads.”

His home. Where Scott currently had a not-so permanent roommate. Come to think of it, when was the last time Mariana saw Dove? Furthermore, why did she even care? “Will she be there?”

“No.” He replied. “I wouldn’t put you two in that position.” Scott knew the answer to that was not yet but he kept that private. “Seven? I’ll make dinner and we’ll discuss the ads.”

Scott was a wonderful cook and Mariana did miss his meals. “Seven it is.”

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#SundaySnippet: Scott & Mariana V

It just occurred to me I haven’t posted on here since September. My bad. 


 Blurb:

When you wish upon a star…

Mariana Harlow knows her situation isn’t a great one. She’s with a great man, but pregnant with her ex’s baby. She is also is working for her ex again. The two promised to be co-parents and professional, but why does that feel like one big ol’ lie?

Scott Reed really messed up with his relationship with Mariana and hopes to hell he can fix it before it’s too late. Until they’re able to see eye-to-eye, His submissive, Dove, will just have to do.

Sanora has plotted her revenge on supermodel Caprina Waters for a long time. But her desire turned into an obsession. Could her senator husband, Jay Edwards, help her before she wrecks havoc?

When you wish upon a star, dreams do come true. Even if you have to kill someone for them.

S&M is a BDSM interracial love journey that deals with romance, murder, revenge, and second chances. It is the fifth part to the S&M series and a prequel to The Ex-Factor.


Snippet:

The air crackled with sexual intensity and Mariana felt her body aflame. She wanted Scott on top of her, behind her. She wanted him to fill her up with His hot come, pound her pussy for hours, and make her beg.

She could smell how wet her pussy was for him, a mixture of sweet and hot desire. Her cunt was throbbing to be fucked and her nipples were hard and aching for His mouth. Her body was His playground and He delighted in the ownership.

His body healed her soul. His lips gave life to hers. He owned her and in turn, she happily served Him in every possible way. She had an insatiable need to be fed and He gave her everything she wanted.

With her back against the pole, Mariana ground against it. She slid down to the floor and crossed her legs in the air, slightly opening them ajar to beckon Scott to come closer. She twisted her legs then opened them wide.

She continued to dance when she saw Scott move to the kitchen. He took out a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne and corked it open. He slowly walked back to Mariana and smiled at her as she spun around the pole. He took a swig of the champagne and offered her some, which she took.

As Mariana slid down the pole again with her legs open, Scott poured the champagne all over her nude body. She held her position just above the ground as Scott kneeled before her. He lifted her pussy to his mouth and began to lick her. His tongue was slow and deliberate, enjoying the taste of champagne and her personal flavor.

Scott held Mariana’s ass as he continued to taste her love. A wax job made her pussy bare and smooth, and Scott relished in the delight of it. He tasted every part of her from the outer lips to the slick inner ones. How wet she became and the way she contracted with every lick he made.

He explored her pussy as Mariana held on for dear life. They both knew he wouldn’t let her fall, but they also knew it was a new position they’ve tried. During their play sessions, Scott always made sure Mariana was safe. Whenever she wanted to stop, she knew what to do and everything came to a standstill.

She didn’t want him to stop. Not now. Not ever.

Mariana’s body betrayed her. She came hard and fast against her Master’s tongue. He let down her easy on the floor and quickly shed his clothing. His cock was already hard and jutted out. He laid down on top of Mariana and quickly entered her.

Mariana gasped at Him. He felt so full and thick inside of her. No matter how many times they made love, fucked, or played, it still felt like a new experience every time. Scott didn’t let Mariana rest; he thrust hard inside her begging pussy.

He gathered one of her legs and held it up as He fucked her with no mercy. Mariana screamed as Scott grunted. No promises. No dirty talk. Just pure, hard sex.

Mariana’s body lifted off the ground as she came. Scott quickly pulled out and shot all over her body; streams of hot come glossing her mahogany skin. He collapsed beside her and kissed her forehead.

“I love you more than life,” He quietly spoke.

Mariana sensed the change in Scott’s tone and knew playtime was over. “I love you more than anything.”

“Sir?” Dove spoke.

Scott redirected his attention back to the present as the memory dissipated. He softly clapped as the pole dancers finished their performance. “Sorry about that.” He took a swig of champagne. “My mind was elsewhere for a moment.”

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Scott and Mariana V will be out this month.

Posted in New Adult Romances

#TeaserTuesday: I Forgot You Existed #kindle#nook #romance #shortreads

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Blurb: 

They promised each other forever and then he went ghost on her.

Well, did he really?

Jennifer Winters knows exactly what Trevor Ashley has been doing since they ended their romance some years ago. After all, it’s hard to miss a guy who’s the number one hip-hop artist in the world. Everywhere she turns, someone is quoting his lyrics, talking about his videos, and gossiping about who he’s been with.

Now he has returned for reasons Jennifer is not sure she cares about.

Trevor Ashley knows behind the bling, women, and fame, he’s bored. Every IG hottie says the same thing and they all want the same thing – clout. What he does want is an old love who wants nothing to do with him.

Can Trevor convince Jennifer the past is just that? Or will she unknowingly contribute to another hit song by him?

I Forgot You Existed is a standalone erotic novella that deals with long-lost love, forgiveness, and starting over.


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“I hear Ash’s back.”⁣⁣⁣

Jennifer shrugged. Trevor Ashley or otherwise known as hip-hop star Ash, is the success of the small town of Palm Springs. A city world-renowned from being a Hollywood hotspot and host of the annual Coachella fest. ⁣⁣

Families felt safe raising their children in the city. A burgeoning gay community could be as loud and proud as they want to be. It was an Instagrammer’s dream vacation. The city could add one more bragging right to its history: ⁣⁣

It produced one of the best rappers in the world. ⁣⁣

Jennifer paid no attention to Trevor or anything connected to him for the last six years of her life. One, she didn’t really listen to any rap music unless it was old-school, so Trevor clearly didn’t fit the bill. ⁣⁣

Most importantly, why would she want to listen to music from a man who eviscerated her heart? ⁣⁣⁣

“That’s lovely,” Jennifer restocked the shelves at Fresh Espresso. ⁣⁣

Hayley turned towards her best friend. Her face was stoic as she concentrated on putting the coffee bags just right. Jennifer always had a bit of anal retentiveness when it came to her business and it paid off. It was voted the most successful shop in the Coachella Valley.

Hearing Ash’s name clearly bothered Jennifer more than she wanted to admit. “You’re okay with him being in town?”⁣⁣

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jennifer asked. ⁣⁣

“Well, the fact you two used to date…” Hayley began. ⁣⁣

“That was a long time ago,” Jennifer stated. ⁣⁣

“And the fact you have straightened out the same cupboard for the past ten minutes.” Hayley folded her arms and watched as Jennifer stood back and realized her mistake. “I mean, how many times are you gonna stack the same shelf, Pooh?”⁣⁣


I Forgot You Existed, a short romance novella, will be out this month. ⁣⁣⁣

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#SexySnippetSunday: Stealing Home (Baseball Romance)

Blurb: 

The first rule of being a sports physical therapist: Do not sleep with an athlete.

The second rule of being a sports physical therapist: Do not fall in love with an athlete.

The third rule of being a sports physical therapist: Ignore Rules #1 and #2.

Bobbi Gibson has enough on her plate with her new position of being a physical therapist to the Los Angeles Dodgers. Dealing with egos and injuries, and sometimes not sure which is the bigger headache, the last thing she needs is a distraction from the rising pitcher who simply goes by The Answer. Yet, he’s the only sane human in her crazy world.

Quinn “The Answer” Riordan knows he’s not like most pitchers. After all, most pitchers don’t know every Backstreet Boys song by heart nor do they sleep with a stuffed giraffe at night.

He also knows most pitchers can’t easily throw a record-breaking and break-neck speed pitch of 100 mph on a regular basis. But what Quinn does know is he’s head over heels in love with the new physical therapist. Now just he has to convince her she feels the same.

Stealing Home is a baseball romance short series. It features an *NSYNC v. Backstreet Boys battle, late-night drive-thru runs, more giraffes than Geoffrey at Toys R Us, and how Legos are the best invention ever.


 

Snippet: 

There was an awkward silence between the pair and Bobbi questioned her thinking. It was clear they were more than friends, but they didn’t know where to go. She wouldn’t dare to say she was in love with Quinn because she didn’t know him.

Hell, she thought she knew herself a few days ago. All of her relationships ended horribly. She was running hard and fast from her exes and never looked back. She poured all of her energy into her career and put away feelings.

Then she met Quinn and all sense flew out of the window. She wanted him but it was the wrong time. Why did the right love always come at the wrong time?

“You’re quiet,” Quinn studied Bobbi’s eyes. He could seemingly read her thoughts. “What’s on your mind?”

“If I should let you inside and regret it or let you go back to your room and regret it?“ She softly spoke. “That’s where I’m at right now.”

Quinn stepped closer to Bobbi and cupped her face into his hands. He felt her body heat through her shirt. His heartbeat pounded so loud in his ears, he thought he was going deaf. “You and I both know if I go inside your room right now, we both won’t regret a damn thing.”

Bobbi tried to keep her emotions at bay, but they were too strong to ignore. Her emotions were suffocating her. “Quinn, I can’t do this. If this ends badly, you could ruin me.”

“I wouldn’t do that, Bobbi.” He caressed her cheek. “I care about you too much to do that.”

“If this fails, we’ll both regret it.” Bobbi whispered.

Quinn picked up Bobbi and managed to open her hotel door. “Didn’t I just say we wouldn’t regret a damn thing?”

The moment the pair went inside the room, their bodies were on a collision course. Quinn slanted his full lips over Bobbi’s and played with her tongue. He pinned her to the bed and climbed on top of her as Bobbi spread her legs to accommodate him.

His hands and lips were everywhere on her body and Bobbi responded to every touch. His large hand squeezed and held her breast before it traveled down her body. His mouth moved to her neck and lightly sucked on it, causing Bobbi to moan and gasp.

“Quinn…” She begged.

“Shhh…” He directed. He got off her and began to undo her jeans. He pulled them off her, followed by her T-shirt. He stood at the foot of the bed and just admired how beautiful she looked before him. “Gorgeous.”

Bobbi began to close her legs but Quinn nudged them back open. “No, I want to see that sweet spot.”

“Boy, if you don’t….” Bobbi laughed.

Quinn stripped out of his clothing and grabbed a condom out of his jeans. “I only have one with me.”

“I have a whole box,” Bobbi answered and Quinn blinked at her, “don’t ask. I didn’t pack those.”

“I know Sarah well.” Quinn reassured. He climbed on top of the bed, and pulled Bobbi’s panties down her legs and tossed them aside. “Just like I know your body very well.”

“Oh?” Bobbi suddenly felt bold. “What are you about to do, Q?”

“I want you to watch me lick you.” He commanded and Bobbi felt a shiver. “And if you look away, I’ll stop.”

Before Bobbi could protest, she felt the swipe of Quinn’s tongue on her clit. She fisted the sheets as her body lifted off the bed. Quinn nudged her back down and wrapped his arms around her thighs as he licked her faster.

He briefly sucked on her pussy and Bobbi thought she was having an out-of-body experience. She kept her eyes on his as he spread her love and focused on her swollen, and sensitive clit.

It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. She wanted to look away but couldn’t. She wouldn’t. She didn’t dare. She wanted him to stop. She didn’t want him to stop. They stared at each other’s soul as Quinn pleasured her. They couldn’t get any closer.

Pleasure points prickled along her arms and Bobbi screamed out as she held Quinn’s gaze. Quinn went back to the fast licking and Bobbi’s moans ripped from her. Her body rode Quinn’s tongue and she tightly squeezed her breasts, pinching the taut nipples.

She couldn’t stop the orgasm and it splintered her into two as it shot through her body. Bobbi arched off the bed before she slammed back down on it. Her mind spun, she was completely incoherent and felt lost.

“That’s a sound I love to hear more than anything,” Quinn climbed up the bed and nestled himself between Bobbi’s thighs. “I love making you come. I hope to do it more times tonight.”

“You’re going to ruin me.” She raked her hands up and down his muscular back.

“I most certainly hope so.” He grinned.


 

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A Vera Roberts Novel-2

 

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Stealing Home is LIVE now!

A Vera Roberts Novel-2

Blurb:

The first rule of being a sports physical therapist: Do not sleep with an athlete.

The second rule of being a sports physical therapist: Do not fall in love with an athlete.

The third rule of being a sports physical therapist: Ignore Rules #1 and #2.

Bobbi Gibson has enough on her plate with her new position of being a physical therapist to the Los Angeles Dodgers. Dealing with egos and injuries, and sometimes not sure which is the bigger headache, the last thing she needs is a distraction from the rising pitcher who simply goes by The Answer. Yet, he’s the only sane human in her crazy world.

Quinn “The Answer” Riordan knows he’s not like most pitchers. After all, most pitchers don’t know every Backstreet Boys song by heart nor do they sleep with a stuffed giraffe at night.

He also knows most pitchers can’t easily throw a record-breaking and break-neck speed pitch of 100 mph on a regular basis. But what Quinn does know is he’s head over heels in love with the new physical therapist. Now just he has to convince her she feels the same.

Stealing Home is a baseball romance short series. It features an *NSYNC v. Backstreet Boys battle, late-night drive-thru runs, more giraffes than Geoffrey at Toys R Us, and how Legos are the best invention ever.


 

Snippet:

“Hey,” Quinn reached out and touched Bobbi’s arm. “Where did you go just now?”

Bobbi let out a small breath. “I just have the worst luck with men. I’m smart in everything else. I have great credit. I have money in the bank. I’m in the process of finding an apartment to live in so I don’t have to bunk with my sister and her husband. I have everything going for me but I’m like that Robin character in Waiting to Exhale. I just have the dumbest luck with me.”

“Maybe your luck is about to change?” Quinn suggested. “Maybe there is a man who is willing to give you his time while you give him the most incredible massages he’s ever had in his life?”

“Why did I know there was a catch?” Bobbi laughed. “So, all you want from me are my hands?” She teased.

“I want the whole package but if it means all I can get from you are your hands right now, then yes.” He replied.

“Fair enough.” Bobbi finally chewed the Philly roll she’d been playing with. “Let’s talk about you. Every athlete has something about him that most people wouldn’t believe or find weird.”

“Oh, I’m sure a lot of people think my love for the Backstreet Boys and Taylor Swift puts me in a category of Not Straight.” Quinn bemused.

“I don’t care about that,” Bobbi dismissed. “What are other quirks about yourself? Will the real Quinn please stand up?”

“I sleep with a giraffe every night and I play with Legos before every game because if I don’t, my games are pretty bad. Maybe it’s mental or maybe the Legos help my anxiety in a way that nothing else can before I pitch.” He flatly stated. He watched for Bobbi’s reaction and received a blank stare.

“When you say Legos, what are we talking?” She asked. “Duplo? Friends? Junior? Classic? Architecture?”

“All of the above.” Quinn stated and he was quietly impressed Bobbi knew so much about Legos. Maybe she was a bigger nerd than she led on and his dick became happier at the thought of it. “I don’t know when it started but I’m sure I was pretty young when everyone noticed it. Ever since then, it’s just been my thing.”

“And the giraffes?” Bobbi leaned forward and rested a hand on her hands. “When did that start?”

Quinn smiled and it traveled up to his eyes. He was focused on Bobbi’s full lips and wanted to know when he would be able to taste them again. “I’ve always been fascinated with giraffes, but when I fed one once, I was in love. I have a huge one in my home. You should come by and see it sometime.”

“Well, if I’m ever in your area, I will.” Bobbi promised.

“Okay, let me rephrase that,” Quinn leaned forward. He was merely inches from her face. “I want you to come by and see this big-ass stuffed giraffe in my bedroom.”

Bobbi felt the hairs prickle on her arms and her head began spinning again. Her body immediately heated up to the idea of being inside Quinn’s bedroom and all of the wicked games they could do. He’d already proven to her when it came to sex, there was nothing such as being taboo.

Bobbi felt the familiar dampness of need inside of her panties but didn’t let Quinn see her sweat. “How many other women have you invited to see the big-ass stuffed giraffe in your bedroom?”

“None.” He stated and Bobbi raised an eyebrow. “If I invited a lot of women, I’m sure you would’ve found out in your Google searches about me, right?”

Bobbi knew almost everything about Quinn except his blood type. “I stand corrected.”

“I respect the fact you want to be friends, Bobbi.” Quinn admitted. “Even though, it’s killing me you do.”

“If we date and break up, that’ll be horrible, Quinn.” Bobbi firmly stated. She’d been through it a few times to know she doesn’t do clean breakups. A lot of cursing, tossing things, and leaving cities are often involved. “It can get ugly rather quickly.”

“If we date and get married, that’ll be amazing, Bobbi.” He winked at her. “That can get beautiful very soon.”

“Quinn….” Bobbi groaned. The thought of little Quinns and little Bobbis running through their home gave her tingling feelings. “I don’t believe in love at first sight.”

“You don’t believe it because it’s never happened to you.” He challenged her.

Bobbi smirked. “And it’s happened to you?”

“Yes.” He pointedly stated.

Bobbi felt jealousy course through her body until it slapped her face. “Oh?”

“Yes, a week ago when I was at a bar and I met this girl who thought NSYNC was better than the Backstreet Boys. Then I took her home and she kept my dick up the entire night.” Quinn held up a hand and Bobbi touched it with hers. They interlocked fingers together. “But that’s not why I fell in love with her. I fell in love with her because she’s everything I wanted, yet I don’t know her from a can of paint.”

Bobbi tried to ignore the warmth radiating from Quinn’s hand. It was hard to downplay it but it was impossible to ignore. Slowly, she felt her walls crumbling down faster than she could put them together again. “Maybe after you get to know her and learn she’s just about as entertaining as watching paint from said can dry, you’ll realize you were never in love but in lust.” She softly blinked at him.

Quinn was silent for a long moment and Bobbi felt her breath hitch inside her throat. “You know that scene in Forrest Gump where Jenny and Forrest talk to each other after she dumps him?”

How could Bobbi forget? It was one of her favorite movies. She had every scene memorized. “Yes.”

“That’s what I’m feeling now,” Quinn nodded. “I’m not smart in everything, but I do know what love is.”


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#FlashFriday: Stealing Home

A Vera Roberts Novel

Blurb:

First rule of being a sports physical therapist: Do not sleep with an athlete.

The second rule of being a sports physical therapist: Do not fall in love with an athlete.

The third rule of being a sports physical therapist: Ignore Rules #1 and #2.

Bobbi Gibson has enough on her plate with her new position of being a physical therapist to the Los Angeles Dodgers. Dealing with egos and injuries, and sometimes not sure which is the bigger headache, the last thing she needs is distraction from the rising pitcher who simply goes by The Answer. Yet, he’s the only sane human in her crazy world.

Quinn “The Answer” Riordan knows he’s not like most pitchers. After all, most pitchers don’t know every Backstreet Boys song by heart nor do they sleep with a stuffed giraffe at night.

He also knows most pitchers can’t easily throw a record-breaking and break-neck speed pitch of 100 mph on a regular basis. But what Quinn does know is he’s head over heels in love with the new physical therapist. Now just he has to convince her she feels the same.

Stealing Home is a standalone baseball romance. It features an *NSYNC v. Backstreet Boys battle, late-night drive-thru runs, more giraffes than Geoffrey at Toys R Us, and how Legos are the best invention ever.


Excerpt:

Bobbi hardly knew anyone on the team other than the president and her supervisors. Quinn truly was her only friend and she was a long way from L.A. It wouldn’t hurt to hang out a little with a guy she still had feelings for but denied him like a maxed-out credit card.

“What did you have in mind? Besides, a movie?” She asked.

“We can take a walk around Glendale. The other teams would be arriving today and tomorrow so it’ll give us a chance to just have some quiet time before it becomes crazy.” He offered. “We don’t have to go to each other’s rooms.”

“That works.” She agreed. “You wanna meet downstairs at seven?”

“Sure, seven, it is.” Quinn walked up to Bobbi and stared into her eyes. Her eyes were warm. Her lips slightly parted open with a small grin forming on the corners. She was happy and he wanted her to stay that way.

“I’ll be on my best behavior tonight. I promise.” He caressed her cheek.

Bobbi bit back a moan that threatened to come out. Her body loved the way Quinn touched her, no matter how innocent it was. “You were on your best behavior the other night and you still got me underneath you.”

“Maybe I can be two for two?” His eyes twinkled.

Bobbi sighed. Just being in Quinn’s presence had her mesmerized. He demanded her attention and wouldn’t stop until he had her again. When he was off the field, Quinn was all fun and games. When he was on it, he put the fear of God into every opponent.

When it was time for getting what he wanted from a woman – specifically, her – there was no need to play around.

Bobbi could admit if they weren’t colleagues and she was a run of the mill groupie, she would acquiesce to Quinn. His willing tongue. His long, and thick cock. His strong, big hands. His long and skilled fingers. The way he sounded as he first entered her and how his body shuddered when he climaxed.

They made love several times that night, with each experience hotter and animalistic than the last. They fed each other. They loved one another. He gave her life. She gave him hope and need.

Bobbi had to act like none of that ever happened. Quinn’s attitude screamed arrogance, yet Bobbi found herself to be even more attracted to him. “I have a hard and fast rule I don’t sleep with athletes I treat. I just treated you so there goes that.”

“Hard and fast, huh?” He stepped closer to her. “If I remember correctly, that’s how you fucked me, wasn’t it? You got on top and you rode me as if your life depended on it.”

Bobbi swallowed and blew out a sharp, soft breath. Her head spun. Her breathing became more sporadic. No man ever made her feel that way and she didn’t want it to stop, no matter how much trouble they both would be in. “Quinn…” Her voice came out as a whimper.

Quinn put his hands on her waist. He leaned down and tickled her earlobe with his mouth. His voice was deep and rich with lust. “I’ll be good tonight. I won’t disrespect you in any way and anytime you want to go home after I finish beating the breaks off you at karaoke, we can do it.” Quinn stepped away and winked at Bobbi before he left her room.

Bobbi leaned against a wall and grabbed her chest. Every time she was near Quinn, she became dizzy and little goosebumps formed on her arms. Her hands were a bit clammy and her mouth felt like she ate cotton balls for all three square meals.

She still smelled his cologne in the room and on her. The citrusy fragrance suddenly became a new favorite of hers. Bobbi didn’t even agree to the outing – it most certainly wasn’t a date – because Quinn knew she would. He left her a speechless, bumbling fool.

It wasn’t until five minutes later when Bobbi understood the depth of what Quinn stated. “KARAOKE?”


 

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#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar

Vera Roberts

Blurb:

It had been over two years and I haven’t spent one day I haven’t thought of him. Of us. How much I missed him. How much I’m still in love with him.

Soul Ellison. The love of my life. The worst heartache of said life.

I chose my career over him, though it was a decision I knew was a huge mistake the moment I made it. When I left him back at his Harlem townhome, I wasn’t expecting him to come back.

He did. With a vengeance.

Our obsession with each other was only complicated by our intense desire and love. I needed him like I needed air. He was my drug and I didn’t want to go to rehab. He was richer than sin, a craving stronger than the most decadent dish, and he was all mine.

Navigating through a world where paparazzi follow my every move and I become the gossip fodder I once reported on, I wonder if this is a life I want? Soul promises he’ll do anything to protect me. I only wonder if we’re strong enough to protect each other.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series concludes with Sweet Nectar, a sexy venture into the fashion industry, insta-fame, and if love truly conquers all.


Snippet:

“How was your flight?” He adjusts his position and I feel all of him pressing against me.

“It was good,” I breathe out, “just got in not that long ago and I’m glad to see everything is here.” I pause for a beat. “I thought my clothing was going to be put away.”

“I thought about it and Jenny asked if she could, but I decided that was something you should do. You know how to organize your own closet now.”

My own closet. Soul made it clear I would have my own closet because he didn’t feel like sharing his. I would’ve been offended except Soul’s closet is the size of a small boutique and mine is of equal size. I also have a mannequin inside of it as well.

The jewelry case inside of my closet was already filled up with small, minimalistic jewelry that was worth a pretty penny. It was clear my Forever 21 cheap jewelry wasn’t going to do.

It’s a completely different lifestyle than what I’m used to. Despite how much money Desiree made being an independent rapper, we still lived in the same apartment and she was very frugal with her funds.

With Soul, money is not an object. Whatever he has, he’ll make sure I’ll get the same or something very similar. He doesn’t care what stores I shop at, but I have a feeling he wouldn’t want me to be at Wal-Mart too much longer.

Come to think of it, I’m not sure if Harlem actually has a Wal-Mart? “I need to get used to your life. It’s taken some adjustment.”

“Take your time. It’s a lot to get used to. You’re connected to me and everything that comes with it. Sometimes, it’ll be great. Sometimes, it’ll be bad. But that’s how we are. We roll through everything.”

“In terms of your family,” I begin, “am I expected to show up at the political fundraisers and what have you?”

“Doubtful. They know I barely show up myself. If my father is receiving some type of honor, and he usually is on a yearly basis, we’re expected to show up for photo-ops.”

I look into Soul’s eyes and trying to see if there’s a storm brewing. “Is everything okay with your parents now?”

“It’s always been okay,” he answers, “it’s never been more or less than that.”

I don’t want to rehash his hurt as it’s clear he’s still dealing with it and will probably forever deal with it. When money is loud, emotions are silent. “Am I supposed to act a certain way since we’re together now?”

Soul’s eyebrows furrowed and I see the obvious question marks in his irises. “What do you mean?”

“Should I keep quiet like I’m a professional athlete’s wife who’s not Ayesha Curry? Or should I channel my inner Cardi B and talk back to all of the haters out there every other second? Or should I be like Chrissy Teigen and pretend to be all woke but the only thing I’m good at is Twitter?” I blink at him.

Soul laughs and I feel the vibration down to my sex. “If I wanted a quiet woman, I wouldn’t be with you, Ari.”

I needed that compliment and I didn’t realize it. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” He smiles at me.

“In terms of everything else like cooking, cleaning, all of that jazz?” He shakes his head but I continue. “Well, is there anything else I can do? Is there anything I can help?”

“Actually,” he flips over onto his back and holds his hands behind his head, “yes.”

The way Soul feels underneath me is more than magical. My cunt throbbed against his erection and my body sighed all over again. My mouth was hungrier for him before my sex could have him.

I slide off Soul and began to unbuckle his jeans. I reached inside, pulled out his hardened shaft, and smiled as it lightly bounced in my hand. I felt the heat within my body and it became a ticking time bomb. “Miss me?” I whisper.

“Very much.” His voice is husky and full of heat.

I lick the underside of his cock and a growl escapes Soul’s mouth. He’s calm and collected like he normally is, but not for much longer. Gripping his dick with one hand, I twirl my tongue all over his shaft before I swallow him whole.

“Damn it!” Soul’s body briefly lifts up before he settles back down. I didn’t become some expert in deep throat overnight. It took a lot of practice on my ex and watching a ton of porn.

I focus on the moment between us. Blood rushed into my ears and my heart pounded so fast. All I wanted was to please him, show my appreciation, and blow his fucking mind. Everything else was just minute.

Giving head is the most intimate act next to kissing. You’re inside a person’s soul and you can find out their deepest secrets. What they like. What makes them tick. What turns them on. You can’t hide too much when you’re doing either action.

I feel Soul’s eyes watching me as I bob my head up and down, but I don’t give him the satisfaction. I want him to enjoy what I’m doing and I don’t want to break the moment. I’ll have to share him any other time; this is mine.

Swirling my tongue around his dick, I tongue the underside of it. I play with the length of the thick veins before I took his mushroom tip inside my mouth. Suddenly I felt two large fistfuls of my hair. Soul was losing control and I loved every second of it.

I gripped his dick with one hand while my free hand cupped his balls. Seeing how hard he felt in my mouth in contrast to how soft and tight he felt in my hand sent my emotions on edge. I wanted to get him off. I wanted him to feel everything I felt whenever he gave it to me. I wanted complete ownership of Soul’s body.

I suck harder and faster, hollowing my cheeks to increase the suction. Soul is humming, almost singing, as the moans come out of his body. He’s about to come and it’s going to be explosive. I’m ready to taste all of him.

I lightly tug on his balls, feeling how tightened they’ve become. I selfishly took a hold of him as I kept lapping and sucking on him, loving every inch of Soul. I sucked harder and faster until I heard a loud growl and burst of hot come hit the roof of my mouth.

He kept coming and I sucked harder on him. He finally released his death-grip on my Afro and I rejoined him by the pillows. “You don’t need to return the favor,” I whispered. “That was my treat.”

Soul didn’t reply. He softly fell asleep next to me. This moment couldn’t have been more perfect even if it was written in a script.


 

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