Beauty Is Her Name is now LIVE!

So, last year, I wrote a free story on wattpad that was hugely popular. I decided to finally extend and release it!

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Blurb:

Does true love really exist?

Beautiful “Beauty” Whalen was born with the world in the palm of her hand. The daughter of the world’s most famous pop singer and a high-profile director, everyone has seen her grow up via social media and via a few roles in her dad’s movies.

As she celebrated her 21st birthday, a curse placed on her by an evil spirit takes hold. Unbeknownst to the all, a special fairy godmother amended the curse, with only a special Prince to relieve it.

Prince Martinez is a popular Vine star and creator of Swipe!, a new dating app. His dashing good looks and changing girlfriends make him a tabloid favorite, though that is far from his real personality – a stay at-home geek. When he hears about Beauty’s sudden illness, Prince makes a special visit to her in hopes to spread goodwill.

Can Beauty be saved by Prince’s visit? Or will it be too late?

Beauty Is Her Name is a modern-day fairytale of Sleeping Beauty. It is a New Adult romance.


 

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Free version (note: the free version is clean while the paid version is not).

I hope you enjoy! Please review! More stories coming out this month! xoxoxo

#FlashFriday: H.E.R.

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Blurb: 

Love, honor, and respect.

The motto has maintained the Torres crime family for decades. It’s why they were always ten steps ahead of their adversaries. It’s also why they were the most-feared crime family in all of New York. It’s also why there was such a brotherhood between Pablo Torres, and his right-hand man/best friend, Clyde Lewis.

The two men formed a solid bond when their children became best friends, attending each other’s birthday parties, graduations, and other celebrations in a twenty-five year time span. The sons grew up to become mafia dons in their own right, controlling all of Harlem.

But all good things must end.

When an associate of the Torres’s mistakenly takes out a member of the Lewis family, all love, honor, and respect is thrown out of the window and is replaced with hate, disappointment, and revenge.

But what happens when the grandchildren of the rival families fall in love with each other?

H.E.R. is a two-part series dealing with revenge, true love, and if time really heals. It’s a modern-day remix of Romeo and Juliet.


 

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“When did you learn the truth about them?” She asked.

“They never flat-out said what they did but one can easily deduce by their actions,” he casually replied, “my dad and grandfather always had several people with them. They never went anywhere alone. My dad had a glock hidden in different parts of the house – places where a child me couldn’t get to – so if he was ever trapped in his home, he could easily reach for the gun. And they had money. Not hood rich, not white people money; they were Oprah rich. Whenever people found out who I was related to, the tone changed. It was like a light switch came on.” Roman sighed. “And that’s when I knew if I wanted any respect, I had to get away from them. What about you?”

“Pretty much the same. People gave my granddaddy the utmost respect but I thought it was just because he was an elder. It wasn’t until a few years ago I realized it was because he was Daddy’s father.” She looked off into the distance. “And you’re right about the money part. We always had money. I have a few trust funds stashed off somewhere I can’t access to until I’m 25. But I wanted no part of the lifestyle. No drug dealing, no killing, nothing.”

“If push came to shove, would you?” Roman asked.

“What do you mean?”

“If you had no choice,” he clarified, “would you?”

Julia thought about it for a long moment. “Anything’s possible.” Her phone went off and it was text from Keisha. She promptly ignored it and went back to skipping rocks.

“Interesting ring tone,” Roman commented, “didn’t know you liked 702.”

“They had some bops,” she nodded, “what’s your favorite R&B song from the 90’s?” She asked as they skipped rocks along the water.

“Hmm…” Roman skipped a rock. “…definitely has to be “I Adore Mi Amor.””

“Why did I know you were going to name a Color Me Badd song?” She chuckled.

“Have you listened to it? Man, the harmonies on that song were ridiculous.” Roman defended. “Every dude sang lead and man, that song can blow any song nowadays out of the water.”

“All right, all right,” she conceded, “I feel you.”

“What’s yours?” He glanced over to her.

Julia had to think about it. “Probably a toss-up between “Beauty is Her Name” and “You Are Everything.”” She sighed. “I just love those songs so much.”

“Ah, by Jodeci’s little brothers.” Roman nodded.

“Excuse you!” Julia laughed. “Dru Hill is better than Jodeci.”

“Woman, I’m about to toss your ass in the river if you keep talking that shit.” Roman shook his head.

“What? You don’t think Dru Hill is better than Jodeci?” Julia asked and Roman just eyed her up and down as if he were sizing her up. Roman knew he was. “Okay, what do you think about Jagged Edge?”

“Jagged Edge was 2000s and they’re also another set of Jodeci’s little brothers,” he skipped another rock.

“Okay, Mr. Man, since you know your 90’s R&B so damn much, can you name a song that’s not Jodeci or Color Me Badd by a R&B group?” Julia teased.

“End of the Road by Boyz II Men,” Roman sighed, “come better than that, baby girl.”

“Okay,” Julia thought for a moment, “Every Little Thing I Do?””

“Soul For Real and what?” Roman glanced at her. “Are you forgetting the time we went to the roller rink for my birthday and we skated to this song because I thought the video was cool?”

It was a memory Julia would never forget. She didn’t know how to skate and held onto the wall the entire time. Roman skated up to her and held up by her waist as they skated to the song.

Somewhere in her parents’ home, was a picture of the two of them – Julia with her braces and long braids, and Roman, with his baggy Karl Kani clothing – smiling for the camera.

It was the time she realized how much she liked boys. She didn’t think she was gay or questioning, but she didn’t think she had a stimulant bone in her body. She thought she was asexual and accepted it.

Then Roman showed her not so fast…she liked boys. More specifically, she liked him.

She then began to wonder if her 24 year old self was merely entertaining a ten-year old crush. Wow, she was a bigger lame than she thought. “It was cool,” she pushed the memory out of her mind.

“Who was your favorite girl group?” He asked.

“Hmm…” She had to think hard about it. “I think it was either TLC or SWV. I always wanted to rap like Left Eye but sing like Coko.”

“Favorite song by each?”

“Definitely “I’m Good at Being Bad,”” she nodded, “yeah, that song spoke to me.”

Roman thought about the lyrics of said song. She wanted a ten-inch or bigger, lick it from the back type of nigga? He may not have the skin tone, nor did he have ten inches but the Lord blessed him.

Roman concentrated on skipping rocks and hoped his erection would go away soon. “And by SWV?”

“Um…” she turned to him and blushed. “…it’s “Downtown.””

“That song?” Roman asked. “You know what that song is about?”

“I’m well aware it’s a song about oral sex and you giving me head…” Julia’s eyes widened as she realized her mistake. Her cheeks felt like fire and she was sure they were about as orange. “Shit! I mean it’s a song about a guy giving a girl head.”

Roman laughed and continued to skip rocks. “I think I like your first thought better.”


 

It’s finally coming out next Tuesday. It was supposed to be a short book, but you know how I get down. Wordy, wordy, wordy…

 

#TeaserTuesday: H.E.R. #romance #contemporary #fairytaleretlling

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“It was all an act,” Julia admitted, “and it still is in some form.”

Roman wanted to ask why she had to act that way but he already knew the answer. If he was truthful to himself, he was still playing a role.

“And I got the endless questions. Why do you talk like a white girl? Why don’t you talk black? Why do hang out with the whites so much? Why do you like Shawn Mendes?” Julia let out a sad chuckle. “As if I can’t like Shawn Mendes and Bryson Tiller at the same time?”

“And it’s funny…I was either too much of a white girl for the black kids or I was just right amount of black for the white kids. The black kids couldn’t understand how I came from a drug lord and yet, I can name just about every song on Britney Spears’ Blackout album. They don’t understand why I preferred shopping at Target, but I never wore FUBU.

“And the white kids…it wasn’t that much better. They automatically assumed I was a charity case and would talk to me in the way people do when someone died. They wanted to know what famous person I was related to because there’s no way my family could’ve possibly been able to enroll me in private school, you know?

“So I played my part. Brownsville got Jules, the hood chick, always dressed in her finest Rocawear. Morningside Heights got Julia, the preppy girl who loved Lana del Rey and Mariah Carey. I played the role of sassy girlfriend down pat. I was the go-to girl when there was a hip-hop discussion. Some even asked me to braid their hair like mine.

“I look back at that and I don’t think it’s weird. I might cringe a little at it now, but I have mostly fond memories. It’s only when something happens where the line in the sand is clearly drawn. Us versus them. And that line keeps getting drawn with each occurrence. First, it was Oscar. Then, it was Trayvon. Finally, it was Colin. Not to mention everyone in between.

“You then realize no matter how much you were down with them or how much they were down with you, they won’t be on the front lines. They won’t stand beside you. They love the hood culture, but they won’t go anywhere near Queens, Inglewood, or parts of Atlanta. They love the culture but they don’t necessarily love you.”


 

H.E.R will be out next Tuesday everywhere.

To read the first few chapters, click here.

#TeaserTuesday: H.E.R. #contemporary #romance #fairytale

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Blurb: 

Love, honor, and respect.

The motto has maintained the Torres crime family for decades. It’s why they were always ten steps ahead of their adversaries. It’s also why they were the most-feared crime family in all of New York. It’s also why there was such a brotherhood between Pablo Torres, and his right-hand man/best friend, Clyde Lewis.

The two men formed a solid bond when their children became best friends, attending each other’s birthday parties, graduations, and other celebrations in a twenty-five year time span. The sons grew up to become mafia dons in their own right, controlling all of Harlem.

But all good things must end.

When an associate of the Torres’s mistakenly takes out a member of the Lewis family, all love, honor, and respect is thrown out of the window and is replaced with hate, disappointment, and revenge.

But what happens when the grandchildren of the rival families fall in love with each other?

H.E.R. is a series of small novellas dealing with revenge, true love, and if time really heals. It’s a modern-day remix of Romeo and Juliet.


 

Unedited Snippet:

He smelled like earth and rain, with a touch of sandalwood. His lips went everywhere on her body – each cheek, her neck, that spot behind her ear and finally making their way back to her lips.

“I could kiss you all night,” he whispered.

Julia shivered beneath his touch. “I hope you do.”

Roman trailed his fingers along the hem of Julia’s skirt before he fisted the fabric into his palm, inching her skirt up. She naturally parted her thighs for him and his fingers explored her. She was hot and ready for him; her sex almost quivering along his fingers.

Julia folded her lips as she felt him enter her. His fingers were long, skillful, and knew exactly where to touch her. He didn’t jam them in. Instead, he beckoned her like he was softly strumming a guitar.

She wrapped her arms around him, raking her fingernails along his back as Roman’s fingers went deeper inside her, creating a rhythm compounded by her moans. She inhaled his cologne, felt the strength along his muscular back, and wondered how could she ever think about another man.

He made her feel amazing, so good, and so delicate. Julia was no longer afraid or felt awkward. Roman didn’t treat her like the girl he knew from a long time ago. Instead, his lips softly kissed her neck as he whispered Spanish nothings along the way.

Te gusta eso?

Si, mi amor.

Julia tangled her fingers within Roman’s dark hair, removing the tight bun as his curls fell around her hands. She felt the tightness of his chest as he growled his approval, kissing behind her ear, and drove his fingers deeper inside her.

Julia shivered with anticipation and the aching feeling of need. She needed Roman to give her more pleasure, to seek out that release that held her captive. She ached, trembled against him, and whimpered how much more she wanted it.


 

To read the first several chapters, click here.

H.E.R. will be out later this month and available on Amazon, iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, Kobo, and select local libraries.

#TeaserTuesday: H.E.R.

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Blurb: 

Love, honor, and respect.

The motto has maintained the Torres crime family for decades. It’s why they were always ten steps ahead of their adversaries. It’s also why they were the most-feared crime family in all of New York. It’s also why there was such a brotherhood between Pablo Torres, and his right-hand man/best friend, Clyde Lewis.

The two men formed a solid bond when their children became best friends, attending each other’s birthday parties, graduations, and other celebrations in a twenty-five year time span. The sons grew up to become mafia dons in their own right, controlling all of Harlem.

But all good things must end.

When an associate of the Torres’s mistakenly takes out a member of the Lewis family, all love, honor, and respect is thrown out of the window and is replaced with hate, disappointment, and revenge.

But what happens when the grandchildren of the rival families fall in love with each other?

H.E.R. is a series of small novellas dealing with revenge, true love, and if time really heals. It’s a modern-day retelling of Romeo and Juliet.


Unedited Snippet: 

When Roman turned back, Julia disappeared. His eyes searched for her all over the room. She seemingly vanished. “Damn it,” he cursed himself, “now I need to try to find her.”

“Find who?”

Roman slightly jumped and turned around. Staring at him with wide eyes and a bright smile was his new muse, Julia herself. Her face was completely made up and the bronze brought out the best in her rounded cheeks. She looked stunning. “You,” he gave a smile.

“Roman,” she returned his smile, “I’m so glad you came!” She leaned in and gave him a big bear hug.

Lord have mercy. The god sister who was a little nerdy, a little awkward, and a little unconventional grew up to become a grown-ass woman. She wore a simple, black dress with too loose spaghetti straps that kept falling down her bare shoulders. He suddenly wanted to kiss her just right there.

Julia was tall and her brown skin, a rich sepia color, shimmered beneath Roman’s skin. He felt his breath lodged in his throat when he wrapped his arms around her back. Jesus. She smelled like strawberries and mangoes. Suddenly, Roman was hungry for just that.

Roman wanted to think pure thoughts but feeling Julia’s breasts pressed against him made all X-rated fantasies suddenly appear. When she pulled away, he inwardly growled at the loss of her.

Roman suddenly reminded himself who he was and who Julia was. She was his god sister. He was her god brother. They were family. They grew up playing Sega Genesis and Crash Bandicoot. They had birthday parties at Chuck E. Cheese’s together. They were each other’s first kiss.

Now all he wanted to do is pin her beneath him as he thrust into her, begging her to submit while she cried and begged him not to stop.

“It’s great to see you,” her voice was soft, yet smoky. “I’m glad you were finally able to come here, Mr. Fashion Designer. Big fan of yours, by the way. No one believes me when I tell them we used to play together.”

Roman felt his cheeks turn hot and beet red. He’d heard that compliment numerous times over the years yet it sounded different from Julia. He wanted to play with Julia, all right, and it wouldn’t be GTA V. “Vanessa was like a mother to me. I couldn’t miss this for anything.” He looked around and saw everyone was talking in their own groups. He suddenly had an idea. “Do you want to go somewhere private?”

~~~~~~

“Gosh,” Julia dragged her bare feet along the sand at the nearby playground, “I haven’t been here in so long. I’m glad they still have this.”

“Remember how we used to play here all the time?” Roman chuckled. “You always were so mean to me in tag.”

“It’s not my fault, you couldn’t hang with the big kids,” she stuck out her tongue.

“You’re only eight months older than me. Only.” He shook a finger as he lightly swung. “Even though you often acted like my big sister.”

“I guess I was protective of you.” She glanced over at him. “Now I see I didn’t have any reason to be.”

A sensual air passed between the pair and Roman cleared his throat. “So, how’s L.A.?”


H.E.R. will be out later this  month.

To read the first few chapters, click here.

#SundaySnippet: War – Book 1

Blurb: 

She was his biggest mistake. He’s about to be her biggest regret.

Eliodoro “Eli” D’Amato has a busy enough life. His reality show is rate number one in the country, and he has endorsements coming from everywhere to guarantee his children wouldn’t have anything to worry about. But when a mistake from his past comes back, he wonders if this is a storm he can weather.

Faith D’Amato is going to stand by her husband no matter what drama from his supposed baby mama brings. When the paternity of her middle child is brought into question, Faith realizes that she has more questions than answers.

Simone Harris is not going down with a fight. If Eli and Faith want to play dirty, she’s willing to roll around in the mud. She wonders if her fight is a lost cause when it’s not Eli and Faith she’s fighting, but the entire D’Amato clan.

All is fair in love and war, right?

War is the first of three novellas that deals with the aftermath of infidelity, revenge, and if true love can be saved.


 

Snippet:

“Well, the bad news is since the videotapes showed Simone threw the first punch, Faith can claim self-defense,” Darren’s attorney, Ronnie Ware, sat in Darren’s home office. He was an older black man with a close-cropped hair cut and goatee. He was a regular pundit on news shows talking about celebrity crime stories. “The good news is the D’Amatos are willing to put all of this behind them with no scandal.”

Darren blinked at Ronnie. Once. Twice. “What does that mean exactly?”

“They’re willing to pay to make sure you and Simone shut up,” Ronnie replied, “I told their attorney to make an offer and he’s currently working on a bid. I’ll hear from him shortly.”

Darren breathed hard through his nose and sat back in his chair. So, that’s how the D’Amatos were able to do their dirt and no one knew a bad thing. Pay them off and go about their business. He won’t be that easy. “I’m not for sale.”

“Oh, I think you want to entertain this offer, D. The D’Amatos could have filed charges against Simone and that would’ve looked very bad if word got out in her role with the family. There’s a reason why Eli never mentioned her by name ever.” Ronnie sternly warned. “You may not care about your reputation, D., but Simone cares about hers. No one is going to go to an event planner who helped ruin someone’s marriage. What bride is going to trust her?”

“I know her past and she regrets her role,” Darren defended, “a lot has changed since what happened between her and Eli back then. She wants to move on.”

“So does Eli,” Ronnie added, “he’s also requesting a DNA test to ensure he is Elena’s father.”

“What?” Surprise flashed across Darren’s face. “This is news.”

“He’s always questioned if he was Elena’s father and now he wants to confirm before he makes visitation and child support arrangements.”

“Fucking beautiful,” Darren shook his head, “didn’t have a problem knocking her up but has a problem with being Elena’s father?” He rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll talk to Simone about a paternity test. This will settle everything once and for all.” A knock interrupted their meeting and Darren called the person in.

“Mr. Matthews?” His Cuban maid, Eloisa, replied. “You have a visitor. Mr. Chavez.”

“That’s my next appointment, Ronnie.” Darren stood up and shook the older man’s hand. “Thank you for stopping by.”

“I’ll keep you posted,” Ronnie gathered his suitcase and jacket. He paused and turned to Darren. “I meant what I said about the D’Amatos, D. You don’t want to fight them. They have many friends in high places that will make things difficult for you and Simone.” He left.

Darren’s lips pursed at the information. Who could the D’Amatos possibly know? All they ever hung out were Z-list reality stars, forgettable rappers, and a sprinkle of A-listers. None of them he would consider remotely powerful.


 

He gon’ learn today.

Book I (novella) will be out later this month.

What About US is now LIVE!

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Blurb: 

When Kristin Singletary moved to Atlanta, she thought she left her past behind. Her YouTube hair tutorial channel was blowing up, her hair and body care line was gaining even celebrity fans, and she’s a young mother to a toddler son.

Then, against her better judgment, she went to a wrestling show and saw him. It was then Kristin realized that maybe, her past had some unresolved issues.

Luke “Storm” Clayton is a force to be reckoned within the squared circle. A large fanbase of millions plus a budding acting career has made Storm one of the most sought-after men in the world.

Then he saw her. His muse. The one he let get away.

They say time heals all wounds but what heals time?

What About Us? is a novelette about second chances, old romance, and getting that old thang back.


Snippet: 

It was a little after six in the morning when Kristin arrived back home.

It wasn’t her intention to stay with Luke as long as she did. She wanted to lie and said it wasn’t her intention to sleep with him again but it was bullshit. Shit to the bull. The moment she saw him at the convention center and the subtle ‘fuck me’ eye exchanges to each other told her everything.

As she pulled into her garage and turned off the engine, Kristin sat in silence. The cardinal rule was broken. Things were better between them now. Things were actually worse in other ways. At some point, her and Luke were going have to have a Come to Jesus meeting about their relationship but it was too soon for that.

She leaned forward and draped herself over the steering wheel as soft flashbacks struck her.

“God, I missed this pussy,” he moaned before his tongue dove into her. He flickered his tongue, suckling on her clit, and felt her cunt quiver beneath his mouth. The way she smelled, the way she tasted, could drive a sober man to drink.

The wetter she became, the harder Luke’s grow grew. He needed to be inside her, to feel her tightness wrapped around his cock again, to have her scream his name.

“I’m going to come,” she cried and moments later, her body shook, and twisted all over the bed.

Luke climbed up to Kristin and pressed his body against hers. He softly kissed her, letting her taste her own juices from his lips and tongue. He adjusted his position and slid his shaft inside her tight heat.

“Fuck,” he felt her clamp down hard on his cock, suckling along the girth.

“Luke!” Kristin moaned as she clawed at him.

“Cinnamon, baby.” He whispered in her ear as he drove into her. He trailed his tongue from her ear to her neck, increasing his tempo as she softly moaned and clawed at his back. Luke gathered Kristin’s legs, held them against the headboard, thrust hard into her.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

“Yeah, fuck me is absolutely right,” Kristin shook her head. It was perfect. From the moment he mounted her to the various position changes to Luke fucking her so hard, they banged the headboard against the wall. He was rough when he needed to be and gentle when she wanted him. They interlaced fingers when he was on top of her and again, it was her turn to ride him.

She let out another sigh. She always got into the most precarious relationships with troubled men. It was like there was a magnet on her forehead that glared out, ‘I will fix your problems for just a good dickdown’ and they all came running to her. They all were very different. They all, however, were very much alike. They were broken in some form and she often played therapist in addition to girlfriend.

As much as she wanted to blame the men, Kristin also knew she was the culprit. She was the common denominator in all of the relationships. Self-awareness could be a motherfucker at times, knocking a person cold on their behind as reality delivered blow after blow.

Truth was, she’d never eradicated Luke out of her system, not with their storied history. Only a few close people knew and the number was less than a hand count. Not even her exes knew out of fear loose lips would ruin Luke’s reputation more than hers. She felt an innate need to protect him more than the others.

She wondered what was going to happen between them now that something big happened. Making love one time might have been a mistake, but they went at it four times. That was officially a habit.

“No, not anymore and not again,” she shook her head. There were at different parts of their lives now and they wouldn’t fit in each other’s worlds.

They were too different.

They were very much the same.

Kristin quickly got out of her car and quietly entered her home. She checked on Ethan, who slept with Farrah in the guest room. Kristin went to her bedroom, shed her clothes and got underneath the sheets. She had a few hours of sleep before Ethan woke up and even though it wouldn’t be enough, it would have to do.

Maybe she could sleep Luke out of her system.


 

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“Cinnamon…”
 
She slowly opened her eyes upon recognition of his voice. No, she would never forget his voice. It warmed her spirit like a sunny day. She could remember how he would nibble on her earlobe as he wrapped his legs and arms around her as they laid in bed, engulfing her frame with his massive one. She easily remembered as he kept moaning it over and over as she laid underneath him.
 
Kristin’s body felt every syllable of the word cinnamon and for a brief moment, her knees buckled. He was the only man that called her that and the only man she would ever allow to say that name to her. He gave the nickname because her complexion reminded him of the spice.
 
A man she hadn’t seen in well over five years could still affect her like they saw each other the day before.
 
“Luke,” his voice came out like a harsh breath on a cold day. Her heart slammed against her chest and it seemed the earth stood still.
 
He was back, though she wondered, had he ever left.
She knew what their relationship was and never pursued anything more of it. They made a clean break from each other years ago and completely swore off all contact. Now he was in front of her and his eyes demanded answers she didn’t quite have.
 
“Cinnamon,” his deep voice blanketed her heart like a summer breeze, “I was wondering if you would be here.”
Kristin gave a nervous chuckle and briefly looked away before meeting his gaze again. Damn it. She shouldn’t have done that. His brown eyes sparkled with a bit of mischief. Long, wavy golden brown locks cascaded against his neck.
 
He stood well over six feet tall and was pure muscle. Not bulky like a bodybuilder, but not too trim, neither. He had a quiet masculinity about him that made him a man’s man.
 
The type to drink beer, chop down trees, and listen to hard and fast music. He spent most of his spare time outdoors, exploring the earth, traveling, and even camping in weird and exotic places.
 
Luke was rather…perfect.
 
He had energy and drive about him that only CEOs could rival. If something wasn’t available, he would find a way. If a door was closed, he went through the window. He created opportunities when none were given.
 
It was why he was a box-office draw. It was why he had a top-rated show on cable television. It was why men wanted to be just like him, and women who wanted to be underneath him.
Luke Clayton aged like a fine wine and probably tasted just as delicious.
 
No, no, NO!
 
Kristin was not going to do that. She was not going to think that. She was not going to imagine him hovering over her, staring into her eyes as he thrust into her. She was not going imagine him forcefully pulling her body down on his as he told her to “take this dick.” She was not going to imagine the numerous times she sat on her sofa as he practiced the alphabet on her sex then fucked her into oblivion.
 
She was not going to waste her time.
 
She was going to be like a normal woman and just wait until she got home and play with her battery-operated boyfriend. “Here I am.”
 
~~~~~
 
New novelette coming this week. Still working on a title. 

Not About That Life is LIVE!

Not About That Life

Blurb:

The famous rapper, Khia, always says to ‘Get Money, Bitch!’

Now I finally understand what she means.

As I become more engrossed into the Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless, traveling all over the world, laughing at quirky Friends references even though I have no idea what the hell they’re talking about, and introduced to how the one percent really lives, I’ll finally realize what it’s really like to be so rich, you downplay the wealth.

I also realize what it’s like to be so rich, you might forget who you are and where you come from.

I don’t want it all. Hell, I don’t even want the majority of it, though I wouldn’t mind having the latest Chanel clutch that is guaranteed to take me to the Promised Land. But I do want something that will ensure we’re on as even of a playing field as we could be.

And if Ian won’t give me that, I will have to walk away.

Nobody puts Domi in a corner.


 

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