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


Unedited Snippet:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Release date TBD. Cover reveal coming soon.

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Scott and Mariana turns 10!

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

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

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

Yes, for the rest of the year.

All of the books.

All of them.

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

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Finesse is now exclusive on Kindle Unlimited!

Great news, everyone!

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

xoxoxo


Blurb:

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

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

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

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


Snippet:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm?”

“I’ve never sucked dick before.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did he just say I have a beautiful pussy? 

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

And he licks me to glory. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Finesse is exclusively available on Amazon for the summer.

Wifey (Finesse #2) is available everywhere.

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

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

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FREE Summer Read!

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

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

I hope you enjoy!!

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#TeaserTuesday: Bad Girls, Vol. II

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

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

So, here is Bad Girls, Vol. II.

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

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

Anyway, here’s a sample! Enjoy!


“You look stunning.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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#SnippetSunday: Wifey (Finesse #2)

Blurb:

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

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

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

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


Snippet:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Suck me,” he ordered. 

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

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

“Ah, angel…” Cameron moaned. 

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

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

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

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

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

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


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#FlashFriday: Finesse II

Blurb:

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

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

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

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


Unedited Snippet:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finesse II will be out December 2020.

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#TeaserTuesday: Finesse

Blurb:

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

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

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

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


Snippet:

I wasn’t expecting the end of my first date with Cameron meant I would be blindfolded and led somewhere. I clearly trust this white boy too much if I’m totally cool with all of this without freaking out too much about it. Now I see why white women in those Lifetime movies aren’t as stupid as I thought they were.

“We’re almost there, Tay.” He directs me as he walks me through somewhere. 

“Where are we going?” I ask for the umpteenth time. 

“Just a few more steps.” He promises. “Don’t worry, we’re somewhere safe and public with lots of security.”

He didn’t have to tell me any of the last part but I know he did for my reassurance where we were going and what was happening. He wanted me to know that despite this second half of the date being his idea, I was still in charge of everything. 

It was the most comforting lie he would ever have me believe. 

We walked a short distance and suddenly stopped. Cameron briefly pulled away to talk to someone and came back a short time later. “I’ll help you down now.”

“Help me down?” What kind of date is this? “I don’t put out on the first date.”

“It’s not that type of date, Tay.” He assured me. “Unless you want to…?”

“I’m good!” My mouth replied in haste and he chuckles. There goes the thump in my panties again. I slowly kneel down and feel my knees touch fabric. My second knee hits the fabric and I’m kneeling. This is anything but sexy. 

“You can lay down now.” He suggested and I follow his lead. “And you can take the blindfold off now.”

I take off the blindfold and look around. I immediately recognize it as the botanical gardens. We’re laying side by side on a blanket, looking up at the stars. It was exactly what I wanted to do and he made sure it happened. 

I would quickly learn that would be Cameron’s M.O. for the duration of our relationship – whatever I wanted, I received. 

Even if it meant he killed someone for it. 

“If you look to your left, you can see the Big Dipper.” He pointed up at the sky. “Always follow the three stars in a row.” 

I didn’t care about the Big Dipper, though I played along. We were laying next to each other, our hands touching but not interlocked, and he calmly talked about the stars with an app on his phone. 

When I began to get cold, Cameron covered me with a blanket and laid on top of it to give us a buffer. He was incredibly respectful despite how intimate we were.

Cameron was real smooth and I don’t think this was something he did with a lot of women. I also don’t want to think I would be different and the one he would do it for. 

By the time we were done looking up at the stars and talking about everything and anything, it was already late at night. The time on his iPhone told me it was past midnight and we’d been at the gardens for at least three hours. 

Three magical hours. 

“Are you ready to go, Tay?”

I wasn’t, but I didn’t know what else we could do that was chaste. “Um, yeah. I’m ready.” Cameron stood up and helped me stand. As I fixed myself to look presentable, I noticed three men in strategically placed corners. They were wearing suits and looked an awfully lot like Secret Service men. 

“Are they with you?” I nodded to the men. 

Cameron had a small smile. “They’re for our protection.” He didn’t offer any other details and I knew better than to ask. For all I knew, it was probably connected to his Senator father. 

He drove me back to the apartment and it’s party night. It seems like there are three parties going on at once and no shortage of weed, liquor, and vaping for everyone. Cameron walks me up to my apartment and we enter it. Meadow and Hayley aren’t home, which means it’s just air and opportunity for me and Cameron. 

He walks up to my door and waits for me to open it. I reluctantly turn around and smile at him. “I guess this is it.” No response from him. “Thank you for a lovely time. I had a lot of fun.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiles at me. “I would love to take you out again if you want to.”

I would love to! The teenage me jumps out and I push her back down before she can act a fool. I clear my throat. “I would love to.” My voice is calm and collected. 

Cameron closes the distance between us and caresses my face before he pulls me in for another searing kiss. His lips devoured me as his tongue gently searched for mine. My hands became lost in his hair as an unfamiliar thumping began in my panties. 

Blood rushed in my ears as I pulled Cameron closer to me. I didn’t believe in putting out on the first night but at that moment, I can most certainly see why a lot of women do. My panties became slick with desire and I wanted him. 

He pulled away and left me aching and breathless. “I’ll call you tomorrow, beautiful.” He kissed my forehead and left. 

I rushed inside and closed the door behind me. I needed to catch my breath. Who was that man? Did he do that to every woman or just me? Would I ever get used to it? 

There was only one way to find out. 


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Blurb: 

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

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

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

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

Snippet: 

“Have you ever killed anyone?” Cameron is silent. He gave orders to kill those other men tonight, but I’m struggling to think if he’d ever pulled the trigger himself. I don’t know why I’m surprised. The way Cameron pointed the gun told me it wasn’t his first rodeo. 

“Why?” I shake my head. “Your dad is a U.S. Senator! You don’t need the money. You don’t need to do this.”

“I don’t,” he admitted, “but it’s a part of me.”

“And your dad?” I ask about the obvious elephant in the room. “What does your dad think about all of this? He has to know.”

Cameron glanced at me with serious eyes. “Who do you think is his biggest supplier to his friends in Congress?”

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#TeaserTuesday: Finesse

A/N: This was supposed to be live already but it’s not. So, until then, I’ll post another snippet and will send out the buy links.

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Blurb:

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

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

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

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

Snippet:

“Is there a reason why I had to be blindfolded for this?” I hold onto Cameron for dear life as we walk down a quiet alley. I’m not a fan of being blindfolded, even though that’s Cameron’s kink. And I’m not a fan of being blindfolded in an unfamiliar place. I clearly trust this white boy too much. 

Cameron sent the driver back to the hotel to drop off my bags as we went to our last adventure. We had dinner at another great restaurant and I took some pictures for the ‘Gram to showcase my beautiful meal. 

We walked around the city with Cameron’s security not too far from us at any given time. He showed me different parts of Harlem he was very familiar with. I asked him the different places he’d visited and was very impressed by his passport stamps. 

He’d lived in a variety of places in just a short time and had that little bit in common with Laurie, my mother. He’d learned to read people well, and scope out an area before fully coming into it. He never liked being blindsided by something or someone. 

Cameron’s demeanor changed depending on whom he was with. When he was with his boys, he could be serious or playful, but never both. With me, he was boyish, funny, and romantic. With his parents, always respectful and acquiescent. 

It was something he’d learned from his father and studied very well. They were alike in many ways. They had the same charming smile, the way they could start a conversation with just anyone and have that person be enamored with them; how they knew the most random facts and completely useless information yet made it all seem like it was something everyone had to know. 

They both enjoyed a good, expensive Cuban, and Eric taught Cameron how to golf because that was expected growing up wealthy. They didn’t spend a lot of time with each other but when they did, it was always barbeques, watching a game (usually in person and always, front row seats), and taking time for the regular photo-ops for their fans.

They were also different in many ways. Eric was very traditional in his appearance and was rarely caught without wearing a polo or his Oxfords. Cameron loved his Jordans and jeans, and rarely strayed away from them. 

Eric’s friends and associates looked exactly like him, thought like him, and acted like him; Cameron was the white dot in a sea of chocolate and it seemed he preferred it that way. Cameron never spoke slang, not because he didn’t want to offend me but rather, he just didn’t want to. Eric was the probably the type that still said getting jiggy with it.

I still couldn’t help the obvious contrast in their lives. Sons rarely strayed away from their fathers in both attitude and lifestyle, yet it seemed Eric accepted it. Eric and Cameron were thick as thieves and were each other’s biggest fans.

I spent more time wondering about that more I was comfortable with. Cameron was taking me to a private place and I’m blindfolded walking down Harlem. I heard whispers and not-so private comments about what was going on. On-lookers were surprisingly respectful, though I get the feeling they had to be, not necessarily they wanted to. 

“We’re here.” Cameron’s deep voice brings me back to my senses. We’re inside a shop and I honestly can’t tell what kind it is. It’s awfully quiet and I don’t hear any other voices with the exception of one. I heard Cameron talking to someone in the distance. 

“Just lock it up when you’re done, kid.” An older man tells Cameron. “Have fun.” He leaves. 

I don’t know if I should stand or sit so I just fold my arms and hope I don’t look too stupid. “Where are we?” I finally ask after a long silence. 

“Take off the blindfold, baby.” He instructs me and I hurriedly take it off. I look around see it’s a record store. I shrug. 

“Okay?” I question. “Why are we here?”

“My, your memory is surely going at your old age.” Cameron chuckles at me and I stick my tongue out. He lays down a few blankets and I see a picnic basket to the side. He lays down on the blankets and motions for me to join him. “I do recall a certain young lady wanted to lay down and listen to records all night. So, you have your pick of the litter.” He pops open a bottle of champagne and pours two glasses. “We have the whole store to ourselves. Security will be outside guarding it and we can leave anytime you want to head back to the hotel.” He hands me a glass and clinks it. “To you, baby. Happy Birthday. I hope it’s the first of many more we’ll celebrate.”

And so it began, we spent the evening listening to old records and enjoying each other. Shalamar serenaded us with “This is for the Lover in You” as we fed each other strawberries. The System warmed our bodies with “Don’t Disturb This Groove.” We talked about Prince’s genius pen when “I Feel For You” by Chaka Khan was played. 

We must’ve listened to dozens of songs and yet, it felt like we just got started with our night. When I excitedly explained how much I loved “Groove Me,” Cameron didn’t make fun of my choice. Instead, we went into a lengthy discussion about Teddy Riley.

We slow danced to “Whip Appeal” and made out during “Sweet Love.” It was so romantic, so perfect, and so…everything I’ve ever wanted.