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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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#SnippetSunday: Clouded

As I’m waiting for all of the purchase links of Wifey (Finesse #2) to be available, here is a new story I am working on. The working title is Clouded.


Blurb:

She’s one of the nation’s most ruthless divorce attorneys, bringing financial justice to her clients. He’s one of the wealthiest Las Vegas casino magnates who always gets his way. When their worlds collide, it’s more than just wealth and reputation at stake. 

Love is always a gamble to take. 


Unedited Snippet:

“Isn’t it the Devil himself?”

Nico smiled upon hearing Kaitlyn’s voice. It was smoky, but not whispery. Affirmative, but not bitchy. His mind instantly wandered to how she would sound beneath him but he stopped those thoughts. The last thing he needed was obvious evidence being around her. 

He turned around and quirked an eyebrow at her attire. She wore a black pinstripe business suit, with Louboutins on her feet. Past paramours often complained about their feet after walking in them. Kaitlyn looked like she could probably run a mile in those shoes, no sweat. 

Nico admired Kaitlyn’s toned legs that led up to a svelte figure and straightened dark, long hair. Her face was natural, almost innocent. Nico realized it was intentional – she wanted her opponents to think she was weak, before she destroyed them. 

Nico walked up to Kaitlyn and stood at a comfortable distance. “Ms. Dixon, pleasure to see you.”

“I would say the same.” She smarted.

“But you won’t and I oblige.” He grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets. “How may I help you?”

“I told you what you could do and refuse.” She declared as she held her briefcase tighter. “So, there’s that.”

“Refusing?” Nico chuckled and Kaitlyn became so aware of what he did to her body. “No, I didn’t refuse. I told you I didn’t care. That’s not refusing.”

Kaitlyn hated he was right. She hated the fact she was becoming more attracted to him even more. It was all the reason she needed to destroy him. “You’re protecting your old, dead boss against his family.” She stepped up to him. 

“Which one?” Nico shot back. “There are two.”

If she rolled her eyes any harder, they would be permanently stuck in the back of her head. “You know exactly who I’m referring to,” she interrupted, “his real one.”

“His real one, huh?” Nico chuckled. “I’m sure Robert thought otherwise hence his will.”

“I’m sure Robert was coerced hence the contest.” She smiled, a twinkle in her eyes. 

Nico shrugged. “You can’t prove he was.” 

“And you can’t prove he wasn’t.” She hardened her stance. “So, here we are.”

“So, there you are.” He corrected and she cocked her head at him. The valet pulled up with Nick’s car and he briefly saw the small surprise written across her face. He didn’t know she expected, but he was pretty sure she didn’t expect him to ride in a Rolls Royce SUV. 

Kaitlyn knew Nico was wealthy. Her extensive background check on him pulled up many investments and businesses that proved to be fruitful at such a young age. While some men were still figuring out what to do with their lives at 35, Nico successfully owned two casinos, in addition to a laundromat, and a dollar store. 

He was a frequent courtside guest at many NBA games and often traveled back to his native New York to watch his favorite teams along with his cousins from the famed D’Amato family. 

Despite how friendly he was, there was something underhanded about Nico Giordano. There were too many whispers of Mafioso connections for Kaitlyn to ignore. He’d never been charged with a crime, but that didn’t mean anything. With the right lawyer, anyone could get off. 

Kaitlyn knew she was going to have fun taking the notorious Nico Giordano down. No man ever intimidated her and he wasn’t about to be the first. “Do not get too comfortable, Mr. Giordano. It doesn’t look good on you.”

“You would look good on me.” He promised. 

Kaitlyn ignored her pulse throbbing through her wrist. She was immediately drawn to his allure, a sexiness that was only acquired from experience and not contrived. She also remembered why men like Nico were bad for her or for any woman. He was the type of guy who would get with a good woman who had everything together, just to ruin her life at the end. 

“I’m not flattered.” Kaitlyn pushed out. 

“Mmm…” Nico purred as he eyeballed her attire. If she looked that beautiful fully clothed, he could only imagine what was beneath everything.  “I do have to try harder.” 

Thoughts of Nico showing how much he would try immediately flooded Kaitlyn’s brain. She thought about him being naked more than she was comfortable admitting. “Your car is ready for you, Mr. Giordano.” Kaitlyn motioned. “Good-bye.”


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Clouded will be out in April 2021.

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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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Finesse is now LIVE!

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.

Shout-out to the wonderful ladies who served as betas. You are the best!

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. 

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FINESSE Cover Reveal!!

I decided to keep the title after all.

Anyway, here it is.

Short and sweet, isn’t it?

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:

His cock is hard again and is slightly waving at me. “Your friend down there likes to explore. He’s been exploring all night.” 

“Mmm…he particularly loves the sweet and tight space he fits in.” Cameron’s hands travel down to my ass and he gives it a light squeeze. 

A soft moan escapes my lips and I feel my pussy eager to feel him inside again. It seems my body stays aroused whenever I’m around Cameron. “…if his master gives me some pointers, I would love it if he could explore my mouth?”

Cameron’s lips turned into a sensual curve and he kisses me. “I’m sure that can be arranged.” He gets on his back and I scoot down to where his thick, hardened cock awaits me. My eyes widen upon looking at the length of it. I’m not entirely sure what the hell I was thinking about offering Cameron some dome, but I want to try at least once.

I’ll either love it or hate it. There really is no in-between when it comes to head. 

“I’ve been eager to taste your dick all night,” I moan as I kiss the mushroom tip, emitting a low moan from Cameron. His cock is hot and soft. He smells like him and me, too, for that matter. It’s an arousing scent I can’t get enough of. 

“I love to hear that,” Cameron glances down at me. “I’ll teach you as you go along. You’ll be an expert by the end of this weekend.”

“Or a dick-hungry fiend?” I raise an eyebrow. 

“That too.” He softly replies. “Too many women think head and hand jobs are on the shaft. No, it should be focused on the head. That’s why it’s called head. Your hand and mouth should always be closer to the head as possible. A man will come so quickly with that.” He rubs my hair. “You don’t need to open your mouth super wide. Just enough to fit the head in, plus a couple of inches. That’s it.” 

I lick my lips and began to suck off Cameron. I taste the salty pre-cum and am a little daunted by it. I truly wasn’t expecting to taste it so soon. It’s not disgusting but it is unexpected. I hold the base of his cock with both hands as I focus my mouth on the tip. 

“Good girl,” he purrs, “suck slow, not too hard.” I follow his direction and he moans his appreciation. “Just like that. Switch it up a little. Add your tongue. Spit on it.”

I immediately stop sucking him and look Cameron into his eyes. “Did you just tell me to spit on your dick?”

“Yes.” His voice is flat. “The dick shouldn’t be dry or barely wet when you suck on it. It won’t be pleasurable for neither one of us.” 

“Okay.” It sounds weird and kinda gross but I trust him. After all, he’s giving me instruction on how to suck his dick and I think he would know what he likes more than I would. I quickly spit on it before I begin to suck on it again. Now I see what he’s talking about. It’s much easier to take in now. 

I swirl my tongue around it, playing with the peephole as more precum oozes out. It tastes salty, yet sweet. Flicking my tongue against his shaft, I make my way down halfway before I gag. It’s too much too soon. 

“Take your time, baby.” He encourages me. “Relax your throat.”

I take Cameron’s advice and take a deep breath while his cock is still in my mouth. I can fit a couple more inches before it’s too much. I pull up and focus on the head, sucking and slurping on it. He’s turned me into a cock-hungry whore already. 

“Play with my balls,” he moans.

I cup his balls and feel how heavy they are. They’re tight and eager to explode. He grows harder into my mouth and he thrusts up a little, fucking my face. I try to take as much as of it as I can before I gag. I would need to practice a lot more and I’m sure Cameron would be a great instructor. 

To read an extended snippet, click here.

Finesse will be available everywhere next Tuesday.

Posted in New Adult Romances, News & Updates

#FlashFriday: Finesse #nook #kindle #amazon #smashwords #romance

This book finally has a title.

Blurb: 

I took over my Daddy’s coffee shop after he died and thought everything ran smoothly. That was, until the new owners decided to jack up my rent at an unbearable cost.

Just when I was about to close down the shops and let go of the employees, I received numerous checks to keep me up float. Everything was going well until he showed up.

After I cashed the checks, he demanded the payment in full as he reminded me what he signed on the memos:

The first one: You.

The second one: Belong.

The third one: To.

The last and final one: Me.

I knew my guardian angel wasn’t that generous without some invisible and thick strings attached. He doesn’t want money; he wants me. Unless I have something to say about it, he will have me.


 

Snippet: 

It’s clear to see why the Feds left Cameron alone. He doesn’t look like a drug dealer. There’s nothing about him or his boys that scream we’re the biggest drug cartel in Atlanta.

He’s wearing a V-neck shirt and jeans. On his feet are Jordans. He smells clean like soap, musk, and just plain man. His brown eyes are sparkling, as if he’s always up to no good. His lips are moisturized and silently begging me to kiss them.

There’s nothing flashy about Cameron. No huge diamond studs or ice on his wrists or teeth. He only has a wristwatch and knowing Cameron, it’s probably top of the line expensive.

He may be quiet with his flash, but it’s not that quiet with his money. He drives a modest BMW, if one could call those cars modest. He lives in a gated community in Buckhead, along with the other rich, white families.

Cameron looks like the typical rich white guy and I honestly think, that’s why he was able to beat every case the Feds have ever charged him with. Nothing could stick to him. No one was willing to testify against him.

And absolutely no one could believe Senator Page’s son was a ruthless drug lord.

He calmly sips his cappuccino before he tries the homemade biscuit with jam. “This is excellent.” He smiles. “Hayley made this?”

“I made it.” I reply. “My Daddy’s old recipe. Hayley made the jam, though. We created it together.”

“I need to pick up a jar for my mom, she’ll love it.” Cameron smiles and I see the slight dimples in his cheeks. Ugh. He knows how much I loved his dimples.

“I’ll make sure to send it to her.” I sip my tangerine tea. “Is there anything else I can help you with? I plan to pay you back in full.”

“I don’t want your money, baby girl. Your money is no good with me.” He shakes his head. “I wanted to talk to you about the terms of our arrangement.”

“The terms of our arrangement?” Every word comes out like a sentence. The back of my hair stands up. “I just told you I’ll pay you back in full. The shops are up and running like clockwork. You’ll get your money back in no time. I’ll take out a loan to pay you back.”

“The money wasn’t a loan. It was a gift and it should be treated as such.” His low voice comforts me like a blanket. “I’m installing cameras in your shops. Every time you go to the bank to make a deposit, you’ll have security detail to ensure nothing happens. If you take a day off, I need to know where you’re going and how long you’re going to be there. From this moment on, you’ll be escorted to the shops with my driver.”

Cameron is giving me direct orders, not suggestions. It’s also clear none of this is up for negotiation. “I thought I was my own woman?”

“I’m not stopping you from doing whatever it is you want to do, baby girl.” Cameron sips his cappuccino. “But I do think my terms are more favorable than you trying to pay off what’s not a loan.”

It doesn’t matter if I don’t want any part of whatever Cameron is doing; he’s going to make me a part of it, regardless. “Fine.”

“Paychecks will be sent out as normal and there will be no more interruptions. You don’t have to worry about being raided or the police frequenting here unless they’re just coming in to try these delicious biscuits.” He takes another bite and shakes his head. “So good.”

“I’m glad.” I fold my arms. “Anything else, boss man?”

Cameron finishes his cappuccino and blots his lips. “Where did we go wrong, Tay?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” This is the part where I really think this fool is wasting my time. “…the fact you chose the streets over your girl? Maybe that part.”

He rubs his five o’clock shadow and licks those kissable lips. I’m ignoring the soft thumping occurring in my panties. “Nothing is more important than you, Taylor.” His voice is low and so damn hot. He locks eyes with mine and my body shivers. “Absolutely nothing.”

“That’s not the point, Cameron.” I mention to him. “You were more devoted to your corners than to us.”

“That’s not true,” he shakes his head and the dark hair softly moves, “I treated you very well. Whatever you wanted, you got. Even if it was the useless shit I didn’t think you needed, you still got.”

“Please stop trying to sweet talk to me. I’m getting hot and bothered.” I roll my eyes. He laughs at my annoyance and once again, the thought of whether to fight or fuck him occurs in my brain.

“I always took care of you, Tay. I always will.” He purrs as a spark flew between us. He grabs my fingers and I don’t stop him. His hand is just as soft and smooth as I remembered. “Everyone knows what the deal is between us. Everyone knows who you are and what you mean to me. Nothing will ever happen to you.”


 

Finesse will be out later this month. Chapters will be posted on wattpad.

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#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar (Ellison Brothers #6)

A/N: This was supposed to be out yesterday but I had some serious issues with how it ended so I’m in the process of perfecting it. It will be out next week. Yes, I promise.

It is the last book in the Ellison dynasty. *cries* But I had so much fun writing this family and old wealth. A lot of surprise characters from other stories will be here.

Blurb:

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

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

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

He did. With a vengeance.

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

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

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

Snippet: 

I’m nervous but I’m actually looking forward to the meeting. I will be able to clear my name and discuss sexual abuse allegations and the #metoo movement I’m so passionate about. If I explain to both Starr and Thomas my goal was not to take down any of the Ellisons but to shed a light on a story that I truly believed, I’m hoping all will settle.

I make my way downstairs and am floored by the sleek interior design of the home. It’s definitely old money. Porcelain, imported marble and rugs, and numerous expensive artifacts decorate each room. The estate is massive with ceiling to floor windows in every room.

As I wander throughout the home, I wonder how much money does this home actually cost. It’s clear the entire family is wealthy, and it’s not a rumor the Ellisons are billionaires. They are certified.

Rumors have surrounded the family for years but no one knows how much of it is true and how much of it is just hogwash. The scandal that rocked the world – Thomas’s affair – did nothing to quell the rumors. It’s always been a question how much of that affair was actually true.

I wonder how they will react towards me now that I’m in their home? I doubt they’ll welcome me with open arms but I do wonder how long it’ll be before I duck because something went flying over my head.

“You actually brought the woman here who tried to ruin our family?” A voice is not quite a yell, but it’s not soft and quiet. “And you fucked her here? Boy, have you lost your goddamn mind?”

I recognize that voice full of snark, charisma, and Kanye-esque rants anywhere. It’s Thomas Ellison. He’s a fixture in public service and his records of accomplishments makes his enemies give him props.

He’s also a polarizing figure. He is adamant in not supporting kneeling for the flag, yet he’s the first person a black family calls whenever their loved one was gunned down by the cops.

Despite being a loud mouth on T.V., Thomas’s records of accomplishments are nothing to sneeze at. His clients have received over two hundred million dollars in settlements because as much of an asshole Thomas is on T.V., he’s an even bigger one in the courtroom. People don’t know whether to love him or punch him.

Hiding behind a door, I make my way towards the room where it’s full of commotion and hear various voices murmur. The entire family is here. Fuck.

“You wanted to meet her,” Soul calmly replies as if someone asked him what time it was, “she’s here.”

“You’re unbelievable,” I recognize Savior’s voice. He’s calm but I’m sure he’s anything but. “Truly unbelievable, Soul.”

“Why is anyone surprised?” Soul counters. “You knew I was with her. All of you. Don’t act like you weren’t watching my every damn move.” A pause. “Hers too.”

My heart stops as the realization hits. The family spied on me. Soul knew and didn’t even bother to share that information with me. I don’t know if he was trying to protect me or he simply didn’t want me to know.

“Soul, she’s the press. You know how we feel about them.” Thomas calmly replies. The anger is gone and it’s replaced with charm and grace. “The press can’t be trusted.”

“Which type of press are we referring to?” Soul asks. “The ones that don’t placate and humor you, Father.” The way Soul says father indicates a child who can’t stand his parent, but is still respectful as he can be.

“Don’t test me, boy.” Thomas quickly replies. “I know about Ariana and her type. She wants to get in with the family so she can destroy the family. That’s all.”

“Please keep that same energy with your numerous girlfriends and a couple of not quite white children.” Soul sharply replies.


 

Soul is not the one, two, or three.

Sweet Nectar will be out next week. An extensive sneak peek is on wattpad here.

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

Blurb: 

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

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


 

Snippet: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rodney.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

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

Amazon US

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