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

 

Blurb:

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

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

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

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

He was my fire. I quenched his thirst.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

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

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Blurb:

When you wish upon a star…

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

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

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

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

Snippet:

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

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

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

It was Sarah’s second home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet, they were at a stalemate in their marriage.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“SYDNEY!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

We shall.

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Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

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

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

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

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

Snippet: 

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

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

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

“Far fucking from it.” He replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Life or death?”

“Every time.”

“But did you die?” She asked.

“Actually, yes.” He blew a kiss.

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

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

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

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

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

“Cheeseburgers and fries.”

“Stoves and skillets.” She added.

“Mothers and black stretchy pants.”

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


 

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

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

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Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

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

It’ll be out later this month.

To read an extended snippet, click here.

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

Blurb: 

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

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


 

Snippet: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rodney.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

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#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar

 

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

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

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

He did. With a vengeance.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, baby?”

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

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


 

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

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

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

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Blurb:

When you wish upon a star…

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

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

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

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


Unedited Snippet: 

Sydney briefly wondered when was the last time the two of them were just laying down on the sofa like they were. They used to have nightly Netflix dates. Now Sydney was lucky she even saw Dean during the week. “Ian told me you had a light schedule this week.”

“I do.” He nodded. “What’s up? Do you needed to do something? Go to an art exhibit? Paint another mural for one of your big-pocket clients?”

“I’m not allowed to step foot back inside the Ferguson.” She revealed. “Ian kicked me out until I get myself together.”

“You seem pretty put together to me.” Dean murmured.

“That’s not what he meant.” Sydney adjusted herself and Dean sat up. She paused the show and faced her husband. “Dean, can we talk?”

“I really don’t like how this is beginning.” A small storm began in his light eyes. “Why are you listening to him about what’s going on with us?”

“Because Dean, in case you haven’t noticed, there is something going on with us.” Sydney pleaded. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know if the spark is gone, if I’ve become a regular schmegular degular hockey wife like the other chicks in Manhattan Beach or what. But something is happening with our relationship, baby. It’s impacting my artwork. It’s impacting on me finding a purpose to do anything anymore. And I don’t know if it’s depression or if I’m just straight-up bored and I don’t know it. But something is going on, Dean, and I’m afraid if we don’t try to fix this, we’re just going to be two people sharing a big-ass house and that’s our only connection to each other! We’ll be like Joey and Chandler. We’ll be like Monica and Rachel.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched up. “Who?”

Friends!” Sydney replied. “You know the show about those six friends in New York?”

“Oh, you mean Living Single?” Dean replied.

Sydney cracked a smile. “You know what I mean, Dean. I’m afraid we’ll just resort to the fact that we’re together just because and that’s it. There’s no more unpredictability or anything. I’m going to become one of those bored-ass housewives who goes on IG and Facebook, stalking other people’s lives, asking for gossip about others, and nursing my wine habit because I’m so bored.”

“You are so damn dramatic,” Dean chuckled. “You’re forgetting the small part on how you have a very successful art career and you’re in demand?”

“Besides that.” She leaned against him and he wrapped his arms around her. “I haven’t painted in a week. A whole week, babe.”

“That’s not good, baby.” He stroked her dark hair and kissed her forehead. “Do you need to see a therapist?”

“I don’t know.” She played with the fabric of her distressed jeans. “I don’t know what we need to do to fix this.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make this better. If we need to go to therapy, we’ll go to therapy. Simple as that.” Dean thought about the elephant in the room neither addressed. “When’s the last time we made love?” Sydney shrugged. “That might be another one of our issues, Syd.”

“Each time we try, one of us is too tired. Either you’re knocked out or I am.” She shrugged. She couldn’t even remember the last time they made love. “So, there’s that.”

“Well, we need to change that, don’t we?” He pressed his lips against her neck and gently sucked on it. Sydney moaned her appreciation. “We can do the therapy thing but I also think we can do the wild thing, too.”

“Oh my god, you’re so damn cheesy.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around him. “That’s what I get for taking you to that 90’s music festival.”

“Hey, don’t knock Tone Loc now.” Dean nodded. “He had hits.” He stood up and grabbed his wife’s hand. “Let’s go out right now.”

“Right now?” Sydney looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 9 PM. “Where are we going? A lot of places are starting to close!”

“Not one in particular.” Dean swept his lips over his wife’s. She melted into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. “I have big plans for us that don’t involve watching any Friends episodes whatsoever.”

She shook her head. “You can’t knock it until you’ve tried them, Dean.”

Dean kissed his wife’s temple. “No, I can knock them without ever wanting to try them, boo.”


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Because the only thing open at 2 AM are…#legsandliquorstores

 

#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar (Ellison Brothers #6)

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Blurb: 

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

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

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

He did. With a vengeance.

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

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

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


 

Unedited Snippet:

Closing my book, I’ll think about what’s going on with me and Soul, if there’s anything going on between us. It’s been 24 hours since I’ve seen him and I haven’t called him once. I’m still in too much shock to do so.

I glance over to my bedside and I see Soul’s ecru business card with raised lettering staring back at me. I bite my groan as just feeling the card tells me how lavish and exuberant he is. He’s more understated than his brothers, but it’s clear he doesn’t do Wal-Mart.

My fingers get the best of me and I find myself dialing Soul’s number. I press send before I realize what the hell I’m doing. No, I don’t want to talk to him. No, I don’t want to hear whatever excuse he has for blindsiding me today. No, I don’t want to deal with any feelings I have towards that man.

I put my phone down, turn off my light, and turn over in bed. I’ll deal with Soul later and now’s not the time to do so.

Then my phone rings. I don’t have to guess it’s Soul calling me except it’s a special ring: he wants me on FaceTime.

I turn over and I see the number flash before me. I didn’t bother to input his number because I know it’s him. I just called him and he’s calling me back. I can’t use the excuse I’m busy or I butt-dialed because he knows I’m wide awake, despite it being close to midnight.

I quickly turn my light back on and just stare down at my phone. It stops ringing and I breathe a sigh of relief. The victory is small and sweet as the phone number with the FaceTime request pops back up.

Swallowing what’s left of my pride, I swipe left to answer. I don’t care if I’m in a bonnet; I’m not trying to impress dude. The screen goes blank for a moment before he appears in his all of his gorgeous glory.

My mouth becomes cottony dry and I’m wishing I at least ran a hand through my Afro puff before I answered. Soul grins back at me with those chiseled cheekbones, and sensual lips that I remember how plump and juicy they were all over my body. He’s shirtless and I see just the faintest visual of his muscular chest.

He’s also in his bedroom, and it looks like he’s about to go to sleep as well. I remember how he cuddled up against me after we made love the entire night and how strong his arms were around my body, as if he were protecting me.

I naturally cross my legs to tame down the tingling between my thighs. I don’t know what it is about Soul that makes me so crazy about him. He should’ve been a long-ago memory from way back when, and yet, he’s very much in my present and possibly future.

“Bae…” His deep baritone vibrates against my core and I’m shooketh all over. “…how are you doing, beautiful?”

I sigh and grin. My mind hates him for what he did earlier but my heart and yoni wants to welcome him back home. “Good, though I’m a bit mad at you.”

“You’re a bit mad at me?” He repeats. “Isn’t that like being a little pregnant?”

“You didn’t tell me about the ad, Soul.” I brush off his humor, though I’m smiling. Damn him. “It would’ve been nice if I got a heads up about it.”

“If I did, you would’ve tried to talk me out of it. The ad was decided long before last night if that’s what you’re implying.” He quickly responds.

“How long ago are we talking about?” I cautiously ask. “Those pictures are from two years ago.”

“And I decided to run the ad about three months ago. You still look the same.” He makes no apologies and I don’t expect any. “And they’re lovely pictures, Ari. I especially love the one where I’m kissing the back of your neck. That was your spot, wasn’t it?”

My lungs push out air through my mouth. Those tingles are back now and it doesn’t help Soul is also in L.A. I wonder how quickly could he come over to break me off something proper. “Next time give me a warning. I’m the trending topic today. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook…everyone is talking about how I’m in your ad despite our history.”

“You think I give a damn?” He declares and on God, I wanted to ride his face the moment he said that.


 

Sweet Nectar will be out next month.

Her Soul, the prequel, is currently available on Amazon, iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Smashwords.

#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me

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Blurb:

Meet Tony D’Amato, wealthy single man who loves two women.

Juggling his barbershop, a reality show, and countless soap opera episodes, Tony is looking for the special one who understands why he loves Passions and doesn’t try to argue it. As he becomes older, Tony wonders if there is a difference between a first love and a true love.

There is Krista, the woman he’d loved since he was a teen. Despite a friends-with-benefits type of relationship that went nowhere, Tony still hopes Krista would give him a chance. Krista’s troubled past prevents her from being too close to anyone.

And then there is Ana, the woman who is perfect for him, but she doesn’t want to be second-fiddle to anyone, including Tony. She has dreams and aspirations that go beyond being Mrs. Tony D’Amato.

Which woman will keep his heart? And which one will be relegated to a special guest star role, but never a recurring cast member?

Stay With Me is the second part in the One More Chance three-part series. This is a contemporary erotic romance deals with trust, second chances, and true love.


 

Snippet: 

Krista already dreaded going into MillionHair salon.

It was her first day back from California, she just knew her friends, and coworkers were going to ask numerous questions about her time in Los Angeles. She knew Faith’s nosy-ass would have a lot to say.

She swore to secrecy until her dying days she would never reveal she participate in a kinda threesome with two of the hottest Doms in the world – Saint Nick and Master Scott.

Krista, for all eternity, didn’t want Tony to know what’d transpired between her and his brother. She just knew Tony would never forgive her and would probably disown Nick. She reasoned she wanted to try BDSM and while it was not for her, she still had the time of her life. At least the sexual parts. The discipline and tasks, she didn’t care for.

The sexual experiments made Krista realized she was finally going to stop wasting Tony’s time and give him a chance. She’d been pleased sexually by a number of men and she inwardly cringed at how high the number was. It was time for her heart to heal and the only man who was able to do that was Tony.

He was the only one who could make her laugh, make her smile, and would bring her favorite ice cream whenever she had a bad day. They would talk on the phone for hours at a time about anything and everything. He knew just about everything about her, except for the really nasty bits that she purposely kept from him.

It was time to give him a chance. Maybe they would be New York’s power couple. Or maybe, it was just another disaster. Now she was back in New York with a bit of pep in her step and nothing could ruin her day.

As she parked in the shared parking lot that held the Truth and MillionHair, she saw noticed Tony stood at the back of his SUV with some woman.

Krista couldn’t be mad. Tony often changed girlfriends like he did his underwear. She was happy he’d found someone, although knowing Tony, the girl was temporary until the next one came along.

He was young and had his own business. Plus, being filthy rich and drop-dead gorgeous didn’t help matters. What girl wouldn’t have wanted him?

She parked her car next to Faith’s SUV and did a glance over of her looks. She was particularly happy on how well she beat her face that morning. The red lipstick complimented the brown eye shadow, and her long, black weave bounced against her back. No one could tell her anything.

She stepped out of the car and began to walk to the salon. She waved to Tony, who waved back. “Good Morning, Tony!”

“Good Morning, Kris!” He pulled away for a second.

“Good Morning, Krista!” His companion waved to her.

Krista’s eyes narrowed and she stared at the woman behind Tony. She looked familiar but she couldn’t place who she was. As Krista walked over towards Tony and his new friend, the woman’s face became clearer on who it was:

Ana.

Krista gulped as she noticed Ana for the first time in years. Her hair was a straightened shiny, dark color. Her body was a little fuller, and she was curvy in the places that mattered. Her light eyes sparkled under the Harlem spring and she epitomized the IG baddie look to a tee.

Apparently, her and Tony reconnected while Krista was away.

Krista swallowed her emotions and held out a hand. Jealousy coursed through her body like slow river and she felt her other hand clench up to a tight fist. “Ana! Nice to see you again!” She put on a brave face. “How are you?”

“I’m doing well!” Ana smiled big and pulled Krista in for a big, bear hug. “It’s so good to see you! How was California? I’m sure your new man tricked you out something nice!”

Whenever Ana spoke to Krista, there was always an element of shadiness in her voice, even though it came out sweet. “It was a lovely trip, thank you.” Krista cleared her throat. “What brings you out here?”

“I’m handling some family business and this one decided to keep me company as well as letting me have very little sleep.” She giggled as Tony kissed her neck. “So, I’ll be gone soon to head back to L.A.”

Tony and Ana had made love the entire time Krista was gone; a full seven days. Krista didn’t have to wonder why Ana was all over him. Tony could turn out the most innocent woman with his tongue. His cock was legendary porn star status.

The way Tony was loved up on Ana, Krista felt the boils of jealousy. She had no else to blame but herself. She turned him down several times. It was only a matter of time before he got the hint. “I see.”


 

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Stay With Me is LIVE NOW!

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Blurb: 

Meet Tony D’Amato, wealthy single man who loves two women.

Juggling his barbershop, a reality show, and countless soap opera episodes, Tony is looking for the special one who understands why he loves Passions and doesn’t try to argue it. As he becomes older, Tony wonders if there is a difference between a first love and a true love.

There is Krista, the woman he’d loved since he was a teen. Despite a friends-with-benefits type of relationship that went nowhere, Tony still hopes Krista would give him a chance. Krista’s troubled past prevents her from being too close to anyone.

And then there is Ana, the woman who is perfect for him, but she doesn’t want to be second-fiddle to anyone, including Tony. She has dreams and aspirations that go beyond being Mrs. Tony D’Amato.

Which woman will keep his heart? And which one will be relegated to a special guest star role, but never a recurring cast member?

Stay With Me is the second part in the One More Chance three-part series. This is a contemporary erotic romance deals with trust, second chances, and true love.


 

Snippet:

“Well, after I’ll help you finish packing up everything and help Drea move in, I’m going to spend as much free time with you as possible. Starting now.” Tony led Ana to his barber chair. He pressed a button and all of the blinds automatically came down.

Sensuality passed between the pair and Ana became aware of what Tony was doing. Her nipples hardened and her breathing became sporadic. Tony didn’t even say a word or did anything sexual, yet Ana’s body was already primed for him. “Oh?”

“You need a wax job,” he turned on slow, R&B music. “So, I’m about to give you one.”

The air shifted as Keith Sweat’s voice crooned over the speakers. “There’s a compliment somewhere in there,” Ana’s eyes narrowed. “I was too hairy last night?”

“You were perfect.” He prepared the wax at a nearby station. “I’ve always wanted to do a wax job on someone I cared about. It’s too weird doing it on my mother or Faith.”

Ana chuckled. “I understand.”

“So, I figured I’ll do it on someone who means just as much as my mother does.” He walked over to Ana and reached up to undo her jeans. She lifted her hips for easy access and Tony pulled them off along with her pink panties. She was left bare and willing in front of him.

He stared at her slit for a long moment as he his cock stirred in his jeans. Fuck, she looked so beautiful in front of him. So raw, so pure, and so anxious. There was never any hype with Ana or false pretenses. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, though she’d often joked she wished her face would use its quiet voice.

He loved that about her, regardless of how she felt. It was why he named his shop after her. It was also why she would always have a special place in his heart. She kept it real, no matter what.

“I need to prepare you for the wax.” His deep voice filled the room. “Usually, I would tell you to take deep breaths. I probably would’ve advised you to take an Advil or something before you came.”

“But you’re not going to do that, are you?” She smiled.

“Not really,” Tony pulled up a stool in front her and stared into Ana’s eyes. “You remember how this tongue felt like.”

“Shit…” Ana hissed. She watched Tony spread her legs and hooked one of them over his shoulder. She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled it.

Without warning, Tony sucked on her swollen clit. Ana gripped the arm chair rests as a squeal pushed out of her throat. They’d just spent the prior night making love in various positions yet, Tony was hungry for more.

His tongue delved deeper into her slit, kissing her pussy, and feasting on her like a man starved. He was sensual, he was anxious. His tongue explored, while he seemingly held back.

Ana’s thighs began to tremble and the familiar orgasmic coils feathered against her body. She gripped Tony’s head tight and rode the waves of ecstasy coursing throughout her. He continued to please her until she came a second time against his tongue and she finally had to push him away.

“Now, you’re ready for the wax…” He murmured until Ana shook her head. “No?”

“I won’t be able to have sex for hours after the job.” She pulled him up and kissed him. “Fuck me as if your life depended on it.”

Ana was normally a good girl who didn’t even like saying the word pussy. Whenever she had sex with Tony, an animalistic, wild woman came out. Tony secretly missed ‘lady in the streets and whore in the sheets’ Ana. “I don’t have condoms here at the shop,” he replied. “I wasn’t planning on fucking you here, honestly.”

“I’m on birth control,” she replied, “are you clean?”

“Very.” He hesitated. “We don’t have to do this right now. We can just wait until tomorrow.”

“That’s fine,” her fingers crept to her pussy and she inserted one inside, “I’ll make myself come and you can ask yourself tomorrow when you’re nursing your blue balls why you didn’t do it a third time.”

Tony’s eyes were glued on Ana fingering herself. Her nails weren’t very long but seeing the French manicure playing with her slick heat made his cock chafe his jeans. “Ana…” He swallowed. “…I thought you were sore?”

“Yeah…” She licked her lips. “…you thought.

“Okay, fuck this.” Tony pulled down his jeans and freed his cock from his boxer briefs. He removed Ana’s hand and swiftly replaced it with his hardened cock. He briefly paused, feeling her tight heat wrap around his cock like it was the first time. Like it would be the last time.

Ana gasped, then moaned. The latex provided a barrier yet it was nothing feeling how velvety hard he was. Every time they made love, it was new and raw, and she lost a little of herself. He filled her, but not just physically. Tony filled a void Ana had.

“Hold on,” he directed and she clutched his arms. He stroked deep inside of her, possessing all of her body. They were barely naked from the waist down, but that was all was needed. They connected in another way they both had forgotten about until she came back.

Ana’s eyes widened when Tony hit her spot and she cried in delight and awe. His flesh slapped against hers and she moved along with him, not wanting it to end but anxious for the third orgasm of the night. She knew it was only a teaser for many more.

Tony’s thrusts became harder and faster as he pounded into her. His grunts matched her moans. He surged forward and gripped the chair tight. Ana brought out a fever in him no other woman could match. Not even the woman who’d constantly rejected him.

“Say my name, Ana…” He demanded. “Say my name when you come.”

She could only moan and cry as her response. He was so deep inside her. She felt his cock pulsating and twitching with every stroke; she knew he was very close and was merely waiting on her.

She locked eyes with him and saw the smile and almost smug look flash across his irises. He had her. She was his no matter what the distance said. It was something they both knew. He would forever own her body and she would let him.

Ana’s body quivered and shook beneath Tony. Her orgasm was about to shake her to the core and there was no way she could stop it. Not that she wanted to. She wanted to feel his orgasm just as much he wanted to feel hers.

Her breathing became shallow, her moans louder and sharper, and finally she went limp as Ana finally gave Tony what he wanted: “Tony!” She cried.

A proud smirk settled across Tony’s lips. His thrusts became harder and deeper until he released streams of come inside her. He wanted to brand Ana and he did. He wished to hell she wasn’t on birth control and she would’ve been forever tied to him with a baby. It wasn’t fair to her or to them and the timing was all wrong.

Still, the thought of Ana having his baby made Tony wished they would’ve found a way to make their love work.

His chest heaved along with hers. They pressed foreheads together like they always did after their lovemaking and sweetly kissed each other. Tony moaned against Ana’s neck when he felt her gently milking his cock with her pussy. His body shuddered and she softly caressed him.

“Mine,” she whispered. “Everything belongs to me.”

They only had a few days left of Ana’s New York stay and that was it until their paths cross again.

They had to make the most of it.


 

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