#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar

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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.


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This tension between us was thicker than a jar of cold peanut butter.

As Soul navigated throughout traffic on our way to somewhere, he was silent. He didn’t hum. He didn’t crack a corny joke. He didn’t talk about Desiree’s performance. He didn’t say a word.

He was pissed.

Soul wasn’t hunched over his driving wheel as if he drove in a panic. His eyebrows weren’t furrowed nor were there any lines on his forehead. His jaw was easy but Soul was far from relaxed.

He showed incredible restraint when he saw Jared kissed me. I wasn’t in a position to turn him down yet Soul didn’t make any move or threat. I know it had something to do with possibly being outnumbered – Jared had three of his friends over in comparison with just Soul being there.

I also know it was a money issue. If Soul landed one punch on Jared, it would’ve been a million-dollar one and I don’t mean that figuratively. Soul has the money where any dollar amount would’ve been a drop in the bucket.

It was the biggest issue: the moment the media found out, and surely they would have, it would’ve put a bigger spotlight on whatever is going on between me and Soul. Soul is used to the media attention, both wanted and unwanted. Even if it bothers him, he never lets the detractors see him sweat.

When I was bombarded with tons of media attention, I hid inside my bedroom for three days.

I shouldn’t overthink any of this. I still don’t know what’s really going on between me and Soul, despite what happened at Desiree’s concert. For all I know, Soul is driving me somewhere to dump me and then get on a plane back to Harlem, leaving me to figure out a way home.

I know he wouldn’t do that. Despite whatever feelings Soul might have towards Jared and me right now, he has proven he would take care of me. He took care of me when I wrote that godawful article about him. He restored my faith in men and humanity.

Now he’s beyond pissed at me.

We arrive at a gated community and Soul enters a code. The gates slowly open and Soul drives inside. We travel through numerous neighborhoods before we stop at a massive estate. In front of the gates are two undeniable, cursive capital E’s.

We’re at the Ellison compound.

Soul enters another code and those gates open. He drives through the path and it’s another two miles before we actually see what looks like the Ellison estate. It’s a massive building and I’m not sure how many floors it has.

I know I’m looking at a very expensive property but my mind can’t fathom how much this estate is actually worth. I also bristle at the thought there’s a possibility I’m going to meet the parents. I don’t have to wonder if I’m Sidney Poitier.

Soul parks on the cul-de-sac in front of the home and gets out before he opens my passenger door. He has a hand out for me and I feel reluctant to grab it, but I do, anyway. We step out of the car and the L.A. breeze catches me by surprise. I rub my arms and Soul takes off his jacket to put it around my shoulder.

He stares into my eyes and I see the warmth inside of them. “You all right, shorty?” He asks and I nod. “Good.”

I stare into Soul’s blue eyes, glaze over the structure of his sharp jaw line, and my vision lands on his kissable lips. I’ve known for the past two years I was still in love with him but now it’s official.

I love that man with everything. And if I blew it again, I don’t know what I’m going to do.

“Are we all right?” I carefully ask.

Soul cups my face into his hands and pulls me closer to him. Our lips our touching, but he doesn’t kiss me. “We’re perfect.”


 

Sweet Nectar will be out next week!

#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar (Ellison Brothers #6) #newadult #romance #contemporary

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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.


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The office is bigger than I thought it would be, but it’s cozy and warm. The walls have soft colors that I can’t describe other than being kinda brown and kinda white, but not quite tan.

Soul’s back is facing me and he’s leaned over the glass window, resting his head on his forearm. I stop and stare at him for a moment and not say a word. What could I say? Am I allowed to talk? What’s the new protocol around here?

Instead, I stay within the moment. I feel his power, strength, and energy around me. This man is something addictive and I feel my body become so aware of the moment. My breasts become heavy and full. My nipples hardened and poke through the knockoff dress.

I’m speechless yet I don’t know if I would’ve been able to speak at gunpoint. My brain is confused yet my heart is in shock. They’re both telling me this is what I need. Soul is where I need to be.

“That dress you’re wearing,” his deep voice booms throughout the room, “is beautiful.” He finally turns around and my heart stops. Soul is stunningly gorgeous with dark hair and light eyes, that alternate between light blue and grey. Full lips and sculpted cheekbones complete his magnificent face.

All of the Ellison brothers were easy on the eyes, but Soul had a swag that was cultivated by the streets. Soul has two full sleeves and the tattoos even cover his hands. For any other man, it might look tacky and uncouth.

With Soul, however, they add an element of danger yet still classy. He doesn’t come off as some sort or criminal or a man with a shady past. He loves to decorate his body in both clothing and permanent ink.

He walks in long strides and before I know it, Soul is directly in front of me. His eyes darkened to a deep blue color and I feel the sexual energy transpire between us. “The dress would be more beautiful on the floor.”

I swallow hard and push the air that was holding my lungs hostage. My tongue briefly darts out to wet my lips and desire has taken over my body. “It’s only been two days, Soul. It’s also been two years.”

“I also have 28 days to convince you why you should return to Harlem with me,” he steps closer to me and slightly lifts up my dress. He then pulls my panties down to the floor and around my ankles. He lifts each leg to take them off and pockets the lacy pink underwear. “You don’t need these anymore.”

My voice is suffocated with shock and lust as they fight for dominance. Before I can fully process any thoughts, Soul crushes his lips upon mine. His mouth is so experienced and welcoming, while his tongue explores every corner.

He lifts me up and carries me over to a nearby desk. He lays me down and I watch as he produces a condom and rips it open. He takes out his hardened, thick cock and sheathes himself with the latex. “This is the last time I’m using protection with you,” he declares.

My body shivers as I think about making love to Soul with no barriers. I’m already addicted to him with boundaries set up between us, both physical and otherwise. I spread my legs wide open for him. I’m not just welcoming him back inside of me, but also back into my life.

He steadies himself and pushed inside of me, catching me off-guard. So thick and so full. I feel him throb deep inside of me and my cunt pulsates around him. “Soul…” My body moans.

Damn it, Ari.” He leans forward and pressed his forehead against mine. He softly kisses my lips before he pulls away. He moves slowly inside of me and I feel every inch and curve of his delicious cock. I feel like I’m about to be split into two, but I want more. I don’t think I can ever get enough.

Soul lifts up my legs and places my feet on his shoulders. He pushes all the way inside of me and I scream. “That’s my girl,” he purrs as he thrusts faster, “I want to hear you scream my name.”

“Soul!” I hold onto the desk as he rocks me. His thrusts are hard and fast, soft and slow, a combination of the above. Just when I’m used to one rhythm, he switches it up. He stroked into me, claiming me as his once again, and making sure I knew that with each thrust.


 

Why hello, Soul…

Sweet Nectar, the final book in the Ellison Brothers series drops finally  on June 3rd.

To read the first sample chapters, click here.

#TeaserTuesday: Quench My Desire #rockstar #romance #newadult

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Blurb: 

He summoned me to write a song for him. He ended up giving me so much more.

The media’s image of him was something crazy and completely different from the battered soul, who was mischievous and completely dynamic than anything I had ever encountered.

I was flawed and damaged; a consequence from having success at a super young age when most girls would’ve been playing with their Barbies and Bratz dolls. I was exposed to a lot before I old enough to get my driver’s license.

Yet, he was my savior. His age and experience showed me to be happy in an unknown world. My youthfulness and naiveté taught him there was still innocence in the world.

He was bad for me. And just maybe, I was bad for him, too.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts brings a hot new novella with Quench My Desire, a sexy venture into the music industry, May-September romances, and vibin’ with one’s true spirit.

Snippet: 

Jax doesn’t want to waste time with the small talk. He hurriedly takes off my clothing and his in the process. Bare-ass naked in the bed, I watch Jax remove his clothing. His cock is very impressive. Long, thick, and man, that boy is blessed. I already know I want to feel him inside my mouth, on my face, and definitely inside my cunt.

He lays me down on the bed and gets in the bed with me. He lies beside me and caresses my face. “Is there stuff you won’t do?” He softly asks.

“Anal.” I state. It’s not that I wouldn’t do it but I don’t want to be that girl who’s a freak and does everything on sight the first time. There has to be layers to exposing the freakiness.

He nods and smiles. “Got it. Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.” I nod.

“Good.” He gets on top of me and slides down my body until he reaches my wet slit. My clit poked through the folds and I immediately felt Jax’s mouth covering it. He licked me harder and faster than I could ever imagine.

Loud moans escaped my mouth as he licked me with a primal hunger. He wanted to prove a point to me and was making it clear. I was his for the night and I would let him do whatever he wanted.

I came against his mouth and he pulled away. He suddenly inserted one finger, then two inside of me. He stroked me with the precision of brain surgeon. His hands were not inexperienced but full of a confident man who knew how to get a woman off.

I felt the bed shift and Jax lay against me. His fingers never leave me and he’s kissing on my neck as his fingers thrust into me. “I want to feel you come all over my fingers,” he licks my ear, “and then I want to fill you up with my come.”

“Oh shit!” I whimper. I tried to contain the moans; I didn’t know who was still inside the home or if they could hear me. Heaven forbid, I didn’t want Javier or Jacqueline to overhear this.

Jax, however, didn’t care who heard. His thumb padded over my clit and I screamed my response. My body tightly wound up like a spring and my legs began to shake. Sharp, hard breaths came out as I tried to contain the orgasm, but my body needed the release.

I came hard, loud, and fell against the bed. All I heard was the deafening heartbeat in my ears and the rush of blood that flowed against it. I felt Jax remove his fingers and crawl up my body to pinch my nipples.

In that moment, I didn’t care what I looked like. All dignity and pride flew out the window. I knew I was just another notch in Jax’s bedpost but I no longer cared. I wanted that man and he was going to be as much of a conquest to me as I was to him.

“How do you feel?”

My eyes barely open as I meet Jax’s gaze. His gaze on me is scorching hot and his hands wander all over my body. It’s clear what just happened between us was only foreplay, but he wants to know if I’m okay before we proceed to the next round.

“I feel great,” I cup his face. “How do you feel?”

“Anxious and incredible aroused.” His hand land on my breast and he softly pinches the nipple. “I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I’m more than okay,” I lift up and push him onto his back. I straddle him and Jax puts his hands behind him. He stares at me with a searing intensity and I feel my cunt cinch up in desire. His massive erection is poking behind me, gently tapping against my ass.

“So, what are you going to do?” He dares me.

“Blow your fucking mind.” I slide my body down his and landed at his cock. I smelled him, played with the velvety hardness against my lips and cheek, and kissed the uncut mushroom head. I licked the underside before taking him fully inside my hungry mouth.

“JESUS!” His body lifted off the bed before it slammed back down. I pay him no mind. I’m sucking his dick like it has the antidote to an incurable disease and I have to get it out. I alternate between licking him soft and fast, slow and hard, and a combination of the actions.

I close my eyes and concentrate on just pleasing Jax. This will probably be a one-night stand, but I want to make an unforgettable one. If Jax is going to look at me as another conquest, I’ll definitely look at him the same way.


 

Quench My Desire is a standalone novella available right now!

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#SundaySnippet: Quench My Desire

Note: Yeah, so this is finally out now! I’m not entirely sure if it’ll be available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, and Kobo at the time this is posted, however, it is available on Smashwords (full) and wattpad (partial)! 

Yay! 

QuenchMY Desire

Blurb:

He summoned me to write a song for him. He ended up giving me so much more.

The media’s image of him was something crazy and completely different from the battered soul, who was mischievous and completely dynamic than anything I had ever encountered.

I was flawed and damaged; a consequence from having success at a super young age when most girls would’ve been playing with their Barbies and Bratz dolls. I was exposed to a lot before I old enough to get my driver’s license.

Yet, he was my savior. His age and experience showed me to be happy in an unknown world. My youthfulness and naiveté taught him there was still innocence in the world.

He was bad for me. And just maybe, I was bad for him, too.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts brings a hot new novella with Quench My Desire, a sexy venture into the music industry, May-September romances, and vibin’ with one’s true spirit.


Snippet: 

“I really appreciate you giving me this song. I’m going to take your advice and not release it as a single but just as an appetizer on the album. It’ll be the last song.” He nods. “I think it’ll be an awesome way to end the album.”

“I think that’s a great idea.” I mention. “It’s another way of telling everyone you never left; you just took a break.”

“Don’t call it a comeback…” He begins.

“You’ve been here for years.” I wink at him.

Jax stares at me with such intensity, I feel my breath stolen. He leans closer to me and I wonder if he’s about to tell me I have something stuck in my teeth. Instead, he surprises me by capturing my lips with his.

His kiss wasn’t like any other I’ve ever had. He didn’t rush nor was he in a hurry to play tonsil hockey. Instead, Jax’s lips were full of confidence and skill. His tongue was experienced and welcoming, playing with mine and exploring my mouth.

Jax’s hands touched my face as he pulled me in closer. I got up from my chair and straddled him in his. His hands wandered all over my body, caressing my back, and reaching around to cup my breasts.

One hand unhooked my bra while the other caressed the freed breasts. He lifted up my shirt and stared down at my chest with an awe only reserved for those who just received the best news in their lives.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Mia.” He hoarsely whispered.

I swallowed, while I felt blood rush in my ears. My heart is beating so fast, it’s making me dizzy. I want this man. I’m about to fuck him in his studio and then I’m going to go home and soak in a hot bath.

My clit throbbed under my panties and I slowly ground against Jax. He became harder against his jeans and I wanted him deep inside of me. His breathing was ragged and hard, as if he was trying to keep up with me in some way.

“Jesus, Mia…” His voice let out a low rumble seeped in agony. “I’ve wanted you forever.” His lips covered one of my breasts and I moaned my appreciation. “So damn beautiful.”

I wrap my hands around Jax’s head as he feasts on me. I never had sex in a recording studio before but if I’m going to go there, it might as well be with the biggest celebrity on the planet. “Jax…”

Suddenly, Jax pulls away and his face becomes stoic. His eyes look around before they settle back on me. “Get dressed. Now.”

The words come out like staccato notes on the piano and I quickly put myself back together. I straighten out my top and move back to the sound boards. Jax stood up, ran a hand through his hair, and pops a piece of gum into his mouth.

I’m utterly confused as to what in the hell just happened. “Is everything okay Ja—”

Before I could finish my sentence, Jax greets his unexpected, yet expected guest – Karen.


 

Find out who Karen is and why she’s such a cockblock.

To read the beginning chapters, click here.

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#TeaserTuesday: Quench My Desire #novella #newadult #rockstar

 

Blurb:

He summoned me to write a song for him. He ended up giving me so much more.

The media’s image of him was something crazy and completely different from the battered soul, who was mischievous and completely dynamic than anything I had ever encountered.

I was flawed and damaged; a consequence from having success at a super young age when most girls would’ve been playing with their Barbies and Bratz dolls. I was exposed to a lot before I old enough to get my driver’s license.

Yet, he was my savior. His age and experience showed me to be happy in an unknown world. My youthfulness and naiveté taught him there was still innocence in the world.

He was my fire. I quenched his thirst.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts brings a hot new novella with Quench My Desire, a sexy venture into the music industry, May-September romances, and vibin’ with one’s true spirit.


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“I want to get back on top. I used to be a superstar. Crowds lined up for blocks to see me. People screaming my name and I barely said a word. Fans going out and buying my record the moment it dropped at midnight.” Jax’s eyes take a somber turn. This is the part of fame that people don’t realize. It’s not about bling and Bentleys when you’re a has-been before you’re 30. Some people take a break and can bounce back like nothing ever happened. And some people are still trying to recapture their glory days. “And then I messed it all up. I had the world eating at the palm of my hand and I just…I just blew it.”

“So what happened?” I know I’m potentially crossing a line between personal and professional but if I’m going to be working with ol’ boy on a song, I need to make it as personal as possible.

Jax releases a soft sigh and stares straight ahead at nothing. “I took a break to handle things.”

A break to handle things is one way to say it. What Jax didn’t bother to say because we both know was that he was regularly skiing down those cocaine slopes before he finally hit the proverbial tree.

Rock bottom with your face splattered and dick out all over TMZ and every other tabloid will make anyone seek Jesus. “Did you seek what you were finding?”

Jax looks at me with those hypnotizing brown eyes and I feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “I don’t know yet.” He softly bites his lip. “Maybe.”

I clear my throat and hope that somehow clears the sexual tension between us. “This song,” I turn back to the lyrics, “is about seeking that thirst in the middle of the night. That rainstorm after a long drought. The unfailing love after a series of horrible breakups.”

Jax quizzically looks at the lyrics. “I thought the song was about sex? I mean, right here you sing, ‘quench my desire.’ This part you sing, ‘do it to me.’ This part you sing…” Jax smiles as he turns to me. “…’give it to me.’”

I swallow and ignore the flames that are crawling up my body. My heartbeat is making me deaf. “I could’ve been talking about Whoppers, you know?” I laugh and he follows. “The radio is getting overplayed with that. No one wants to use innuendos or suggestive lyrics anymore. R&B has a lot of profanity and otherwise, disgusting lyrics in it nowadays. People want to be romanced. They don’t need an instruction manual on how to get it in.”

“I don’t think anyone needs instructions given this song.” His brown eyes stare at me as if he was staring through me. “But a woman singing this doesn’t have the same desperation as a man would. Sometimes the gender of a person singing a song makes a difference. Take for example, “Respect.” Otis Redding did it and did a great job of it. But when Aretha Franklin put her spin on it, she had every single woman in the world singing R-E-S-P-E-C-T.”

He glances down at the lyrics and lightly sings them. His voice is smooth and soulful. Despite Jax’s issues, he hadn’t lost his touch. I always knew he was a great singer, but seeing him like this – raw, unfiltered, with authentic emotion – is what wet dreams are made of. “A woman would be considered desperate. A man would be considered hungry and longing for that one woman to satisfy him. This is why I need to record this song. I know it’ll be a hit.” He glances back at me. “Don’t you think so, Mia?”

The scent of his cologne is making me want to bottle it up and sell it to the highest bidder: my thirsty ass. Every time he exhales, I inhale. I want to feel him all over me. I want to feel him inside me.

This is going to be the longest recording session in the history of music. “Um, yeah…” My voice is choked with emotion and I clear it one more time for good measure. I should really get a throat lozenge.


 

Quench My Desire will be out this Friday everywhere. It is a New Adult novella.

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A Love So Brand New is LIVE!! #newadult #amazon #kindle #smashwords #irromance #bwwm #hockeyromance #sportsromance

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Blurb:

When you wish upon a star…

Sydney Winchester realizes there’s a spark missing from her marriage but she doesn’t know how to get it back. When her manager forces her to go on a vacation, it gets the wheels turning in her head on how to blow her husband’s mind. She can only hope it works or her Happily Ever After will become a distant memory.

Dean Winchester knows a challenge when he sees one and he knows his marriage is heading for trouble. A small break from hockey is exactly what he needs to revitalize his short marriage before it’s too late.

By marrying each other, their dream came true. Now they need to keep it alive.

Love So Brand New is a short novella in the new adult Breakaway series about recapturing the spark and reclaiming one’s identity.

Snippet:

Break Me Off Something was the lingerie store that was part sex toy shop, part classy lingerie, and part Pornhub’s little kinky sister in a brick and mortal version. It was located in West Hollywood, nestled along with other trendy boutique shops.

The shop was three stories high and had a live DJ who alternated between sensual R&B tunes and playing EDM music. A server walked around with a tray of champagne and a diffuser that blew eucalyptus and peppermint mist greeted guests as they entered.

The lights were dimmed, but it wasn’t dark. It wasn’t a stark, blinding light that people expected in a store. It was a soothing experience almost akin to going to a see a therapist and lay down on a sofa discussing what went wrong in their childhood.

It was Sarah’s second home.

Sex swings, vibrators, sex toys for Sarah, sex toys for Jameson, and a new discovery on what a spatula could actually do outside of flipping pancakes and burgers, the couple left no stone unturned.

The couple waited until marriage due to Jameson’s religious beliefs and spent the better part of the past year christening every room in their two-story home. In respect to their guests, Sarah always had cans of Lysol and Febreze available.

She was a full-figured woman who always believed underneath her pouch of belly was some good pussy. Even after she’d been long married and happy in her marriage, Sarah still received the occasional ‘Hey Big Head!’ text from thirsty exes.

Sarah didn’t believe a woman needed to have a lot of her sexual experience by sleeping around. She didn’t shame those who chose that route, but she just didn’t believe in it. She would rather get freak-nasty with just one person and blow his fucking mind.

“Sarah!” The store’s owner, Jamila, greeted her with a hug and air kisses. She was a black woman with almond skin and hypnotizing eyes. She often dressed in a bohemian style and a voice that was more soothing a jazz station. “I got your order in the back. I need to show you how to install the swing so you don’t pull down the door again.” She turned to Sydney. “And who’s your friend?”

“J, this is my girl, Sydney. We go way back. She needs to spice up her sex life because her husband is a beast on the ice but he ain’t shit in bed anymore.” Sydney glanced over at her best friend and Sarah held her ground. “Okay, why are we here, Syd?”

Jamila smiled. Sarah never pulled punches with anyone. “How can I help you, Sydney?”

Sydney hoped the embarrassment she felt wasn’t too obvious on her cheeks. “I need to save my marriage. We haven’t had sex in a very long time and I need to do something to revitalize it. I need to put some sexiness back into it.”

“Hmm…” Jamila purred. “…let me ask you: what haven’t you tried?”

The couple have tried everything. Food, sex outdoors, different rooms of their shared home, a little bit of bondage due to Sydney’s BDSM background…they even had an international commercial where they had sex on camera and in front of a live audience.

Yet, they were at a stalemate in their marriage.

“We’ve tried everything,” she slowly admitted as her eyes carefully scanned the store. She saw butt plugs, cat o’ nine tails, cock rings, and the biggest selection of lubrication she’d ever seen in her life. “Okay, maybe not everything.”

Jamila warmly smiled. “Describe your husband’s sex style.”

“Well,” Sydney cleared her throat. She never thought she would be in a position to discuss her sex life with a complete stranger she’s only known for less than a minute. “He loves missionary but he really loves it when I’m on top and doggystyle.”

“So, he loves to be in control but he also loves it when you take over the reins.” Jamila nodded. “When you’re on top, do you slow wind, bounce, or ride?”

“Um…” Sydney chewed her lips. She remembered the last time she was on top of Dean.

He pulled her down by her neck and tongue-fucked her as she rode him.“You like riding my cock, baby?” He breathed.

“Fuck yes!” She moaned into his mouth. “I love how fucking big it is.”

“You like how it fits into your tight pussy like that?” He thrust upward and Sydney yelped at the sudden increase of friction. “You like that, Syd? You like I go so deep inside your tight pussy like this?”

“Dean…” Sydney moaned. The headboard knocked against the wall, creating dents. Her nails clawed into his chest and she held onto dear life.

“Sydney…” He moaned and held her tighter. “Sydney…”

“SYDNEY!”

Sydney came back into the present and shook her head of the memory. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Sarah giggled. “Jamila asked what’s your sex style, yo.”

“Oh right. Got it.” Sydney thought for a moment. “…slow wind that leads to a rocking motion, I think?”

“So you like to feel the ridges of his cock and he loves it, too? Nice.” Jamila nodded. “You’re a slow, sensual lover. You like to feel, touch, and explore your lover’s body. You like to know what turns him on and what could make him keep going. You’re more interested in the art of the orgasm instead of actually having one. You could go on all night or be happy with just a few minutes as long as he gets his.”

Sydney was stunned. “You figured all of that by just a sex description?”

Jamila smiled. “Sex is a physical act but there’s a soul connection. When people are mechanical about it, they’re more interested in just getting off. They don’t care about the other person or their feelings. You love to explore and figure out what their body can do. You want to bring your lover to their limit and vice-versa. Sex is more than just physical with you. Either you’re feeling that person, or you’re not.”

Sydney couldn’t believe her ears. Jamila described her to a tee. “Are you a goddess?”

“My lovers tend to think so.” Jamila warmly smiled. “Shall we get started?”


 

We shall.

A Love So Brand New is available NOW.

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It’ll be available on Kobo, iTunes, and Barnes & Noble soon!

To read an extended snippet, click here.

#TeaserTuesday: Love So Brand New (Former LegsandLiquorStores)

Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

Sydney Winchester realizes there’s a spark missing from her marriage but she doesn’t know how to get it back. When her manager forces her to go on a vacation, it gets the wheels turning in her head on how to blow her husband’s mind. She can only hope it works or her Happily Ever After will become a distant memory.

Dean Winchester knows a challenge when he sees one and he knows his marriage is heading for trouble. A small break from hockey is exactly what he needs to revitalize his short marriage before it’s too late.

By marrying each other, their dream came true. Now they need to keep it alive.

Love So Brand New is a short novella in the new adult Breakaway series about recapturing the spark and reclaiming one’s identity.

Snippet: 

During another commercial break, Sydney popped up and stretched. “Thank you for suffering through my torture, baby.” She yawned. “Now, we can do what you want to do.”

Dean was too busy admiring his wife’s toned stomach and short top that barely covered her breasts. “What was that?”

Sydney tossed a pillow at him and he pulled her down on top of him. “I was saying thank you for suffering through the adventures of Ross and Rachel with me. I know that’s not your cup of tea…”

“Far fucking from it.” He replied.

Sydney playfully jabbed him in the chest. “But I thank you for doing that. It means a lot to me.”

“I told you I would do anything for you, Syd.” He brushed a loose strand away from her face. “Even if it means you’re torturing me with this.”

“You know you secretly liked Monica.” She winked.

“I think I’m about to puke.” He replied.

“You mean to tell me this is the first time you’ve ever watched that show?”

“And it’ll be the only time,” Dean admitted, “I just wasn’t into the show, babe. Not that I would’ve remembered it during the heyday of it, but if people like it, I love it. It just never was my cup of tea.”

“You did like the Big Bang Theory, though…” She mentioned. “…though, I didn’t understand that show at all. Penny would’ve never ended up with Sheldon.”

“Actually, she didn’t.” Dean corrected. “She ended up with Leonard, but that was before the show got wack and unbelievable.”

“Like Penny being with Leonard was so believable.” Sydney rolled her eyes. “A babe like her with a guy like him?”

“What’s wrong with the hot girl, nerdy guy fantasy?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “I’m a nerdy guy and you’re a hot girl.”

“On what planet are you a nerd?” Sydney questioned. “Other than you like that super weird game you play with your friends, Dungeons and what?”

“Dungeons and Dragons and no Dungeons and Dragons slander in this household.” He defended as his voice trailed up. Sydney stuck her tongue out in defense. “I have to strategize every play. Life or death situation.”

“Life or death?”

“Every time.”

“But did you die?” She asked.

“Actually, yes.” He blew a kiss.

“And that other show you like to watch that I don’t care about?” She snapped her fingers. “What was that called?”

“National Geographic?” He chuckled. “It has some good stuff on it. No bleeps, or shade, or whatever a Real Housewife is doing.”

“No Nene slander on my watch…” Sydney’s voice trailed up.

“My point is, baby, it’s not about how you’re different; it’s how you come together.” He explained. “Eggs and flour are different from each other and could be used for multiple things. But when they come together, it’s magical. Same thing with peanut butter and jelly. Macaroni and cheese.”

“USB cords and phones?” She asked and Dean nodded.

“Cheeseburgers and fries.”

“Stoves and skillets.” She added.

“Mothers and black stretchy pants.”

“The Kardashians and black men.” Sydney stated and Dean laughed. “It’s true, isn’t it?”


 

Yeah, it’s kinda true when you think about it.

The latest installment in the Breakaway series will be out on Friday.

To read an exclusive snippet, click here.

#TeaserTuesday: #legsandliquorstores

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Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

Sydney Winchester realizes there’s a spark missing from her marriage but she doesn’t know how to get it back. When her manager forces her to go on a vacation, it gets the wheels turning in her head on how to blow her husband’s mind. She can only hope it works or her Happily Ever After will become a distant memory.

Dean Winchester knows a challenge when he sees one and he knows his marriage is heading for trouble. A small break from hockey is exactly what he needs to revitalize his short marriage before it’s too late.

By marrying each other, their dream came true. Now they need to keep it alive.

#LegsandLiquorStores is a short novella in the new adult Breakaway series about recapturing the spark and reclaiming one’s identity.


Unedited Snippet: 

“Girl…” Sarah entered Sydney’s home with two coffees and donuts for them both. Sydney was typing away at her Macbook and Sarah made herself home, like she normally did. Sarah was over at Sydney’s home so much, she even had her own room. “…traffic was nothing short of insanity. Caffeinated is seriously just two miles away and it took almost 15 minutes to get there!”

She sat down at the dining table and began to take out the breakfast spread. “So I got your fancy, schmancy whatever the hell this is called for you. I like to refer it as the Sunken Place Pumpkin Spice Convention but I think too many special snowflakes will get offended by that.” Sarah pulled out her coffee and glanced at it. “Mine is in direct response to the #metoo bullshit and I call this #youbestnot.”

Sydney briefly glanced at her best friend. Sarah always kept it one hundred, even it was against her best interest. “I hope you didn’t tell them that at the shop, ‘Rah.”

“Girl, you know me…” Sarah smiled. “…you damn right I did.”

Sydney shook her head and took a sip of her overpriced and too-hot coffee. “What’s up?”

“Syd…” Sarah took a sip of her coffee and thanked the ancestors for a sense of humor. “…the shit Jameson pulled on me last night! Girl! He took that swing and tied me up in it, right? And then he fucked me as if his life was depended on it. Pulling my hair, slapping my titties, he forcefully grabbed my face and asked me if I was going to take that dick like the slut I was?” Sarah blew out a breath. She was getting aroused just thinking about it. “He fucked me as if he was punishing me for all of my sins and I’m pretty sure we did some shit that was more than a little illegal in a few states.

“I mean, he picked my big-ass up and slammed me down on the bed, spread my legs apart, and was like, fuck you! And laying down there, looking up at him, panting and stroking and I’m like, damn right, fuck me!” Sarah shook her head and fanned herself. “I don’t even know why I even have dildos because this motherlover knows how to work it like a Missy Elliott record.” Sarah glanced over at Sydney. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes were just as narrowed.

“Have you listened to a word I just said?” Sarah asked. Sydney didn’t bother to look up once other than welcoming Sarah inside. She knew her best friend went through a professional and personal drought lately, but it was unusual what Sydney was doing. “You’ve been focused behind that computer screen and I’m trying to tell you all the freak-nasty shit me and Jameson did last night!”

“Give a minute,” Sydney typed in a few more words, “I’m trying to research something.”

“Research what?” Sarah blinked as she sipped her iced coffee. “How to ignore your best friend’s dick report?”

“No,” Sydney studied the Google results and slowly enunciated each word,  “how to get watercolor paint out of your vagina…”

Sarah’s eyes widened before they settled. “I’m glad you and Dean are getting back into a routine,” she stood up and picked up her purse. “but bitch, let’s go to the ER!”


 

*Note: I’m in the process of renaming the title. #LegsandLiquorStores is just a working one.

It’ll be out later this month.

To read an extended snippet, click here.

#TeaserTuesday: Love’s Burden (H.E.R. 2)

Blurb: 

Caught in the clash of two warring families, Romeo Torres will be forced to decide between protecting the woman he loves, and being loyal to the game. With time running out, Romeo must get creative with his girlfriend’s survival, even if it means he’llbecome a target himself by his own family.

Love’s Burden is the second part of the H.E.R trilogy. It deals with revenge, true love, and if time really heals. It’s a modern-day remix of Romeo and Juliet.


 

Snippet: 

Rodney scanned over his daughter’s IG page and could only shake his head. Julia was in London with Roman as he’d predicted. He wondered how she managed to leave her apartment undetected. He also briefly wondered if she had anything to do with Santiago’s recent murder attempt.

Rodney shook his head. Julia? His princess? There was no way she would’ve been able to get close enough to Santiago to shoot him. She would’ve been shot on sight by a litany of Santiago’s security, both public and hidden.

No, whoever shot him was someone he knew and someone who was able to get close enough to him. If Julia had been in London all this time, there was no way she would’ve been able to execute such plan.

He softly chuckled at the thought. His Julia being a killer? That was ludicrous. This was the same girl who wore loud colors, had a curious Gilmore Girlsobsession, and could recite facts about everything Michael Jackson.

Why would a girl who could dissect a song like “Stranger in Moscow” be a cold-blooded attempted murderer?

Rodney put his phone down and sipped his cappuccino. There was something unnerving about what was going on with his daughter, but each time he’d spoken with her, she gave no illusion there was anything sinister going on.

He knew the stress of losing her mother caused Julia to lose an extraordinary amount of weight. Her blog and vlog continued to be popular and Julia seemed to go on with her life.

There was something amiss about the whole ordeal, Rodney silently admitted. Things with Julia were too perfect. Not that he wanted her to be stressed out and defiant by seeing Romeo against his wishes. No, there was something more. There was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but Rodney knew whatever it is, things might get worse.

“Rodney.”

The familiar smooth voice of his old friend greeted Rodney and he took a sip of his cappuccino. He nodded a seat for Santiago to sit down and a server came by to take his order.

There was a long, uncomfortable silence between the pair as they just stared at each other. Whatever brotherhood and kinship they had was long over.

“I’ll make the visit short and sweet. Thank you for the recent deposit of funds. I would like to continue to be a part of your business.” Santiago cautiously said.

Rodney slightly shrugged. “I have no problems with that. Is that all?”

“No, it’s not.” Santiago greeted the server as she delivered his meal of a croissant and a coffee. She quickly left. “Our children are dating again.”

“There’s nothing I can do about that. I told Julia to stay away from Romeo and she refused to listen.”

Santiago briefly looked up at the sky and decided how badly he wanted to play Russian Roulette with his life. He’d never been a punk so he wasn’t about to start. “When was the last time you’d physically seen Julia?”

“Why is this any of your business?” Rodney’s defenses went up. “You got your money and now you’re questioning my daughter’s motives for being with your son?”

“You’re not listening to me,” Santiago’s voice was low, “Vanessa was killed six months ago. Julia has been in London for a week now and I’m pretty sure she’s not going to return. What was she doing between the time of the funeral and before she left?”

“Whatever it is you want to say, Tee, you need to say it with your chest,” Rodney warned him, “I’m not repeating myself.”

“The person who tried to kill me – if that was her attention – was your daughter,” Santiago stated. “And I want to know what role did you have to play in that.”


 

Love’s Burden is available at the following links. This will be updated when the other links are live.

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To read an extended sneak preview of H.E.R., click here.

#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar

 

Dapper-2Blurb: 

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.


Unedited Snippet: 

“Soul…” I don’t want to disconnect quite yet but I don’t know why I’m still entertaining him when I have to be up very early. “…out of all of the pictures you chose for the ad? The ones the kids took…why did you choose that one with us? You have never highlighted yourself in your ads before.”

“I still haven’t,” he calmly replied, “you’re the highlight.”

The compliment soothes me like a warm blanket on a freezing day. “Hmm…” I want to believe him but I don’t see the purpose of him coming back into my life years later. “Okay.”

“Why?” He studies my face and there’s a look of concern on his. “You honestly think I’m inveigling you?”

“Wow, you really did have a perfect SAT score,” I counter.

His baritone laugh covers my body. “I’ll never lead you on into believing something when it’s something else I’m after. If I want you, that’s all I want.”

“Why do you want me?” I cut to the chase with no chaser.

“Because I love you.” He doesn’t hesitate to answer and it’s loud and clear. “Should I not?”

“It’s been two years, Soul.” I reply. “Two years and it was a brief fling.”

“Fling?” His eyebrow rose. “You lived with me, Ari.”

“I temporarily stayed with you,” I correct. “We weren’t a couple.”

“We did couple things.” He replied. “I treated as if you were someone I was interested in.”

Soul showed me nothing but love and respect the time I stayed with him. I could only imagine how the treatment would’ve been if things progressed further. “I need to go to bed, Soul.”

“Good night, baby.” He blows me a kiss and I lightly sigh at the simple yet potent affection.

“Good night,” I pause for a moment before I speak again, “Soul?”

“Yeah, baby?”

I know I’m playing with fire with this next request and I know he’ll know it, too. But if I’m going to pursue this man, I need to have some say on what goes on. “If you’re going to surprise me again, I don’t want an international audience to see it.”

It was the answer Soul’d been looking for and his smile reflects that. “Not a problem.”


 

Sweet Nectar will be out in early April. It’ll be the last book in the Ellison brothers series.

In other news, after some contemplation, I decided Stay With Me will be the final story in the Tony and Krista series. I have my reasons for why I’ve made that decision that I won’t make public. It was a great book to write and I’m glad Tony has his story told.

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Stay With Me, however, is NOT the final book in the D’Amato Brothers series.