#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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#SexySunday: Untitled #newadult #romance

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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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#SexySunday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way III)

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.


Snippet:

Ian walks over to a nearby drawer and grabs a blindfold. He slides it over my eyes. “Now you won’t be so distracted.”

I gulp. I only hear my pounding heartbeat and the sound of the AC. I’m getting performance anxiety and this isn’t good. “I need music,” I say. “I can’t do this on my own without anything.”

“Any requests?” He answers.

“Something slow and sexy,” I reply, “something that would make my hands perform.”

Ian chuckles. “It’s not a performance, angel. If you can’t do this, I’ll be glad to help you.” He turns on some music and I’m pleased to hear “Father Figure.” “Is this a good a choice?”

The song describes our relationship to a tee. I’m not sure if that was an intentional choice on Ian’s part. “That’ll work. Thank you, baby.”

I feel the synthesizer and keyboard permeate my body, followed by the haunting bass line that reminds me of a heartbeat. I forget Ian is in the room as my hands explore my body like never before.

My breasts are pillow-soft and full. My nipples are hardened from just thinking about what I’m going to do. My tummy is a little round, but not flabby. My mound has a small patch of hair on it. My pussy is warm, wet, and eager.

I spread my legs and bare myself all to Ian. He’s never seen me like this nor have I ever been like this. So open and so wide, as he watches me.

My fingers are clumsy and shake a little. Am I really doing this? Is this really happening? How would I know how to rub myself just right? What if my nails hurt when I insert them?

The song’s chorus stirs something inside of me and I feel my pearl peeking through my wet slit. I take two fingers to my lips and briefly wet them, lightly sucking on them before taking them back down to my sex.

I circle around it and my body responds, by first a soft jerk, then relaxation. My fingers quickly work to keep up with the haste tempo of the chorus. My body rides the wave of ecstasy building inside me.

My free hand caresses my other body parts, working its way up to my nipples and softly pinches both of them. I slightly bite my finger before I insert it inside my mouth, pretending it’s Ian delicious cock.

Pressure billows my core as heat spreads throughout my body. This orgasm is coming hard and fast. My mouth gasps and soft moans come out as I don’t try to control them. My body begins to shudder and shake as my fingers circle faster and faster.

The orgasm rips through my body like a harsh current. I scream at the top of my lungs, as my body is lightly covered with sweat and collapse back down on the bed. It’s another out of body experience for me and I’m completely spent.

Ian joins me on the bed and kisses my forehead just as the song ends.


 

Tomorrow, everywhere.

Not About That Life

To read the first sample chapters, click here.

#TeaserTuesday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way #3)

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.


Unedited Snippet: 

We walk to Saint Nick’s apartment. His apartment is the only door on the floor besides the emergency exit and I’m curious what’s behind Door #1.

“Are you ready, angel?” Sir asks me.

To be honest, I’m not sure how to answer that question. There’s only one way to find out. “Yes, Sir.”

Ian opens the door and we walk in. The sounds of Al B. Sure’s “Right Now” blasts in our ears but my body comes to a full whiplash cant and my face completely blanches when I see the stupendous sight in front of me.

Two nude black women are tied up and suspended in the air. Pink rope is tied around the one on the left in intricate designs and knots while the one on the right has purple rope in the same design. I would later find out the method used was called shibari.

“Greetings,” a booming voice appears and a short time later, I see Saint Nick who seemingly came out of nowhere. Or maybe he was in front of me all along and I paid more attention to the women above my head than the man standing on the floor and between them.

Nick is surprisingly dressed casual despite what I’m seeing above me. He’s wearing a white tank top and black lounge pants. He’s holding a riding crop and slowly stroking it. “I’m glad you’re able to come.”

My voice is gone. I can’t speak. Are those women okay? Are they in pain? Shoot, I don’t have a knife with me to cut them down if I have to. What in the hell is going on here? What did Ian bring me to?

Meanwhile, Nick’s eyes are piercing through my body. He’s not smiling, nor is he stiff. His stance is very relaxed and dare I say, he’s comfortable where he is. But it’s very clear what the expression across is face is saying to me:

Little girl, do not waste my time with your bullshit.

“Don’t be alarmed, Domi,” Nick reads my emotions, “they’re not in pain nor are they in danger.” With the riding crop, he points to one woman and caresses her body with it. “tesero is my wife, Zerrin.” He repeats the same motion to the other lady. “piccina is my longtime submissive, Whitney.”

Wait a minute….Saint Nick has two submissives? And Zerrin’s okay with sharing her man?

tesero is the only one I sleep with, in case you’re wondering.” Nick clarifies. Was this man a clairvoyant or something? “piccina is the one I get to do the things I can’t with tesero.”

My mind naturally asks, ‘Such as?’ but it occurred to me it truly isn’t my damn business.

Saint Nick walks closer to me and I step back into the brick wall of Ian. I’m trapped and my feet…my feet are cinder blocks. I’m legit terrified and Saint Nick isn’t looking so heavenly right now.

I’m staring dead at the goddamn devil and I’m going to hell with gasoline draws on. Fuck it, we all gotta go out one way or another. At least it’ll be warm where I’m going.

Nick doesn’t say a word to me. Instead, He holds out his hand for me to grab. I look back at Ian, who simply nods, and Nick leads me to the middle of the foyer. I’m standing underneath and between both women.

I want to run, but I also want to see what happens.

Then the weirdest feeling occurs. My arousal is almost at its peak. My breathing becomes sporadic and my skin is hot to the touch. This is actually turning me on.

Nick does a soft motion with His hands, suggesting I walk around and examine the ladies. I don’t hesitate and start walking around. I walk over to Zerrin, and notice her eyes are closed while her breathing is surprisingly steady.

She’s…relaxed?

I study her face and she’s at peace, almost in a meditative state. I look back at Saint Nick and He nods, giving me permission to touch her. I delicately touch the soft Japanese silk rope and in awe of it all.

I slowly walk over to Whitney and she’s grinning like a child. Her eyes are closed and her chest slowly rises up and down in a steady motion. She’s also in a peaceful state and dare I say, I’m feeling pretty jealous.

I walk between the women as Saint Nick approaches me with a blue rope. I swallow once. Twice. It’s now or never. I either dive head first into the abyss or I’ll never know how it could’ve been.

I quickly nod and I feel Ian pull my arms behind me as Nick rips off my clothing. He produces a knife and holds it to my eye level. Is He about to brand me? What’s going on?

I’m speechless but my head slowly nods. Yes, Master…yes, Saint Nick….I’m willing to do whatever You both ask me to.


 

Yes, LAWD.

Not About That Life will be out next week and available EVERYWHERE.

 

 

#FlashFriday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way III)

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.


 

Unedited Snippet

“Who was that?”

“That was Kwesi Agbo,” Michael explains to me. The look on my face told him I had no idea who the hell that was so he clarifies, “one of the sons of the world-famous Ghanaian Agbo dynasty. His mother is Queen Esi.”

“Okay…” I slowly speak. Channeling my inner Mariah Carey, I don’t know her.

“They’re one of the last royal families in Ghana. They’re worth billions.” Michael begins, “Kwesi always comes in to purchase jewelry for his mother.”

A man who loves his mother always has a small spot in my heart. “How lovely,” I reply.

“He’s also single,” Michael bats his eyelashes.

“She’s also engaged,” Adrienne reminds him.

“It’s funny how the heart might want something completely different than what the brain says it should?” Michael nonchalantly replies.

“Domi is engaged to one of the world’s wealthiest men, sis,” Adrienne reminds Michael, who shrugs, “she already has a billionaire.”

“But is she with a billionaire her age?” Michael points out. “Kwesi is 25, I believe.”

“He is?” My voice is a couple octaves higher than normal and I quickly correct it. “I mean, hey, that’s cool.”

“Ian has been good to her and why the hell are you trying to be a messy bitch and convince Domi otherwise?” Adrienne asks. “Isn’t Ian Frank’s boss?”

“I saw the way she acted around Kwesi.” Michael holds his ground. “The giggles, the bitten lips, and the sporadic breathing. Shit, I thought the bitch was about to orgasm in the damn store and I don’t have any more towels to clean up that mess.”

“Okay, fuck, you do know I’m still here, right?” I chime in and stand up for myself. Damn, that BDSM shit paid off in other ways.


 

A dark horse enters the race…

Not About That Life drops the week of August 15th.

#TeaserTuesday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way III)

Walking into the penthouse this time around is different. The air is thin. I’m a bit lightheaded but steady. My stomach is coiled up into tight knots and my legs are a bit wobbly.

Tonight, Ian wanted to practice on me. BDSM.

I’ll admit I don’t know squat about it other than what I’ve read in a few ebooks and the movie. What I do know is that when Ian tied my wrists behind my waist and fucked me from behind, I couldn’t get enough of it.

I guess a part of me liked feeling helpless as I begged him to not stop fucking me. A part of me loved relinquishing that control, exchanging the power, and submitting to him completely.

Hmm…maybe I am a submissive?

There’s not a question on whether I like it – he’s already tested the waters with spanking me and tying me up – now he wants to go further. Am I really ready for it? Can I handle it?

We just have to see. Find out on the next episode of Young, Loaded, and Kinky.

I don’t know why I’m scared. I guess it’s that weird feeling of the unknown. You want to take the first toe dip into the water to see how warm it is before you dive in. You want to see if your body can withstand the coldness of the water or it’ll be just too much.

That’s where I was – dipping my toe into a pool of the unknown.

I remove my shoes as I enter the foyer and am immediately greeted by the sounds of Teddy Pendergrass. I’m legit surprised Ian knows about him. Then again, this same man declared his love for Diary of a Mad Band so I can’t be too surprised by anything he does anymore.

I search for him, knowing he’s nearby. I don’t see him, but I feel him. I feel his energy, his presence, and his love. My eyes follow the trail of rose petals and candlelight to the open French doors leading to the wide and spacious balcony that overlooks Los Angeles.

I don’t think I can ever get used to this.

Ian slowly turns around and he’s still dressed in the same casual outfit from before. His eyes are softened to a sky blue and he pours a glass of champagne as I greet him. “Angel,” the word barely comes out as a whisper.

He wraps his arm around me and gives me a deep, bear hug. The type of hug that only your lover could give you. The type that says, ‘I’ll forever protect you and honor you.’ He looks down at me and just smiles as he mouths along to the lyrics. “You’re more beautiful than the Mona Lisa…”

I immediately take the glass and set it aside. I forcefully grab Ian by his neck and pull him down to my level. My lips are hungry for his and my tongue is anxious to play. I know he had romance in mind but sometimes a girl just needs to be fucked. And hard.

What Ian did for me tonight was just too beautiful and I’m ready to give him this work.


 

Not About That Life will be out the week of August 15th.