FlashFriday: Stay With Me (D’Amato Brothers)

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Meet Tony D’Amato, wealthy single father who loves soap operas and is starring in a real-life version of one.

Caught up in a world where Baby Shark reigns supreme and running his very successful barbershop, Tony doesn’t have much time for any games unless they’re a variation of Peek-A-Boo. He completely erased his ex from his life and moved on. So he thought. A chance reunion made him realize he never stopped loving her but now things are different.

He has a baby daughter that is not his ex’s.

All Krista Allen cares about are Blahniks, bling, and Bentley’s – and not necessarily in that order. The flashier her lifestyle, the better. She’d never envisioned herself as a mother due to her painful upbringing and long accepted that role. So when Tony introduces his infant daughter to Krista, she realizes she has a lot of soul-searching to do. She also wonders if a dry cleaner can save her beloved Louis Vuitton from infant vomit.

Will Krista finally have the family she’d always wanted? Or will their reunion be short and dramatic like Tony’s beloved soap operas?

Stay With Me is the standalone conclusion to One More Chance. This is a contemporary erotic romance deals with trust, second chances, and true love.


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“Tony, you didn’t have to walk me to my room,” Krista giggled as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I think I know my way around this hotel.”

“I didn’t want you to be taken advantage of by anyone,” he assured, “and plus, I would feel a lot better if I knew you got up to your room by yourself.”

Krista hiccupped. One too many martinis did that. “Nicola really taught all of you manners, didn’t she?”

“I don’t think she had a choice neither did we,” he replied. Nicola was a single mother raising five sons on her own. “If she heard we were disrespectful to any woman, she whupped us until next week.”

“Smart woman,” Krista nodded. “I wish my mother was like that. But you know…shit happens.”

Tony didn’t know what happened with Krista and her parents, nor did he ever find out why Krista was no longer on speaking terms with her mother. Some things he figured, were best left unknown. “Did you ever want children?”

“I don’t know if I can,” Krista shrugged, “there’s a chance I’ll need some medical intervention but it doesn’t look good.” She hiccupped again. “Another reason why I’m broken goods.”

“You’re not broken goods, Kris.” They stopped at her door and Tony slid Krista’s key in. A click later and they were inside. “You’re more precious than a diamond.” He walked in and set Krista’s key aside. He double-checked the room to make sure it was fine. “You sure you’ll be okay for the night?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I don’t have to be awake for several more hours so I’ll be perfectly fine.” She walked towards Tony and smiled at him. She’d known him since he was a prepubescent teen, who only cared about Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and his faithful Passions.

He still cared about Passions, but he’d grown into a handsome young man. He’d just graduated from high school and was about to go to college that fall. She never heard about Tony being in the streets other than collecting numbers and panties. He was a good kid turned into a good man.

Too bad he was just a bit too young for her. “Do you have a girlfriend, Tony?”

“Not really.” He shyly smiled.

“Not really?” Krista chuckled. “What kind of answer is that?”

“I’m seeing people but it’s nothing serious.” He revealed. “Just kinda seeing what’s out there.” He paused for a beat. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Nothing serious.” She admitted. “Just dating around. Unlike certain people we know tomorrow, I’m not ready for marriage yet. I don’t know when I will be.”

He agreed. “I hear that. Good for you dating, though. Seeing what you like and what you don’t.”

“Yeah, but it gets old after a while. How many times can I present the same act to the same crowd without wanting to change things up a bit?” She sat at the table and Tony followed. “That’s what dating is – you showcase your best representative until the real you comes out in the relationship. It might take a few weeks, a few months, or even a few years.”

“True that.” He agreed.

Krista looked over at Tony. He stood over six feet tall and was seemingly made of chiseled stone. His was lean and muscular, though he hid his frame behind baggy clothes. He’s always had girlfriends, though many of them didn’t last more than a few months. “Wanna play Truth or Dare?”

“Just the two of us?” He asked. “It’s more fun when it’s a group of people.”

“I think we’ll have some fun.” Krista smiled. “Wanna play?”

“Okay, I’ll play.” He flashed his beautiful smile.

“Well, choose.” She smiled. “Truth or dare.”

Tony took an easy route. “Truth.”

“Are you a virgin, Tony?”

Tony recognized the setting in the various pornos he’d watched throughout the years. Cheesy dialogue, even cheesier setting, and the next thing he knew, some poor girl was getting her face stuffed with a monster dick while the man said Oscar-worthy commentary such as ‘your mouth is like a vacuum, baby.’ “Um, Kris…”

“Did I cross a line?” She smiled.

“No.” Tony actually wanted her to cross the line since he was a kid. “Just wasn’t expecting that question.”

“Well, you know I’m not.” She stated.

“Well, I didn’t know that. I don’t really think about that stuff.” Lie. He thought about it on an almost nightly basis.

“I’m just saying you shouldn’t be a virgin when you go off to college. Every college girl needs an experienced man.”

“I have experience,” Tony swallowed and felt the air become thicker. “Not a lot of it, but I’m not a virgin. I haven’t been one for a while.”

She reached down and stroked him through his jeans. Her eyes widened a little when she felt more than she’d expected. “How long is awhile?” She asked.

“Oh boy,” Tony swallowed again and his chest tightened. “A while.”

Krista slightly cocked her head. “Are you nervous, Tony?”

“Nervous?” He was scared shitless. “No, but I also don’t want things to be awkward between us tomorrow. I don’t want you to think I want you to be my girlfriend and all. I don’t want to think we’re going to be dating, you know? Like I don’t want to ruin our…” He swallowed again. “…friendship.”

“Why don’t we just fuck tonight?” She began. “And then go back to being friends tomorrow?”

“I don’t know if it’ll be that easy,” he replied, “I can’t just hook up with you and act like nothing happened, Kris.”

“Tony, you just said you didn’t want any weirdness between us. We’re not going to date. We’re not going to be in a relationship. If we just have this night, it’ll be fine.” She promised. “I want you to have the full college experience. I want you to have girlfriends, flings, and all that. We only have this one night.”

Tony didn’t want to admit Krista was right. He was 18, she was 23. Was she really going to be okay with him partying and being a stupid college student while she was already doing her own thing? When would they actually see each other?

Hell, Tony wasn’t even old enough to go 21 and over clubs. He didn’t think Krista wanted to be stuck in Romper Room until he became legal.

Krista got up and motioned Tony to stand. She walked backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed. She fell and pulled Tony on top of her. She read his light eyes and smiled when she saw him express the same interest. His mouth might have been saying one thing but the dick between his legs wanted to murder her vagina.

She ran her fingers through his dark, lush hair and pulled him in for a kiss. While it was still unclear whether he had sexual experience, Tony definitely knew how to kiss. His mouth devoured hers and his tongue was playful.

He licked the inside of her mouth and gently sucked on her lips. He moaned as she purred, slowly grinding against her heat. His body was rock hard and warm against the coolness of her skin.

He kissed her with a fervent desperation, an anxiousness only reserved for lovers who only had limited time with each other. Pleasure radiated through her body as Tony quickly took control and showed her he wasn’t playing any games.

He reached for both of her hands and held them above her head, while his free hand explored her body. His hands went everywhere, teasing her breast, over her taut stomach, and finally cupped her warm sex. “Krista…” His voice came out in a low groan.

He rubbed the paper-thin fabric between her thighs and Krista gasped at the way he did it. The way he positioned himself on top of Krista, she felt all of him. He was no longer a little boy but a grown-ass man with grown-ass needs. She’d had sex with forgettable men; men who had no idea what they were doing, despite their ages.

Tony, however, already knew her body. He paid attention to her moans, her coos, and the heat radiating between her thighs. He shifted his position and ground against her so she could feel how hard his cock had become for her. He was thick and hard, throbbing against her slick heat.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as they rocked together. Krista felt she was on the brink of an orgasm, and she was still fully clothed. His mouth was wicked hot as he covered hers. “Tony…” She moaned.

“You’re mine, Kris.” He roughly took her mouth again. “Just for tonight.” He pulled back from her once he realized he needed another guest star in the room. “I’ll need to go downstairs and get condoms,” he mentioned, “I didn’t bring any with me.”

The chances of Krista becoming pregnant were slim and at one point in her life, she didn’t care she was reckless. Tony was a different type of man and if anyone close to them found out how irresponsible they both were, Krista didn’t even want to think about the hell Faith would’ve given her. “Okay.” Krista watched Tony lift up. She removed her pants and t-shirt, revealing a lacy bra and panty set. “I’ll be waiting.”

Good Lord Almighty. Krista looked like a goddess straight out of fantasy. The pink lacy fabric looked delicious against her warm skin. Tony felt his mouth water as he thought about how wonderful her breasts might feel jiggling beneath him as he was on top of her.

Time was not to be wasted when he needed to get laid. Tony licked his lips and grabbed one of her keys. “I’ll be right back!” He rushed out of her room and made a beeline to the elevator. He didn’t go downstairs; he went straight to Nick’s room.

He pounded on Nick’s door. “Come on, man. Open up.” He muttered under his breath. “Nicky! Yo, Nicky! It’s Tony, man! Open up!”

A few moments later, Nick opened the door. He had a stern look on his face and casually folded his arms. “This better be good.”


Tony’s story will be out by the end of the year.

#TeaserTuesday: Watercolors (Ellison Brothers #4)

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Knee-deep in the land of alternative facts and fake news, Senator Ocean Ellison is caught between protecting the woman he loves – a reality star with a notorious past – and being an ambitious politician.

As their relationship becomes public, Ocean must decide if being with Aaliyah Smith is worth the risk – even if it means he’ll become a target by his own father.

Bestselling authorVera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series continues with a sexy venture into a high-stakes political romance that deals with revenge, true love, and if time really heals.

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Aaliyah got up and straightened her shoulders. She tucked her towel in more and walked squarely to her bathroom door, where she opened it to face a smiling, sultry Ocean.

My heart…Aaliyah’s eyes took a quick stock of Ocean’s body. He stood over six feet tall, with dark brown hair, and dazzling blue eyes. He was dressed in dark slacks and a white open collar shirt that conformed to his magnificent body.

His hair was a messy bed head style, appearing as he just put some water in it and ran a hand through it a few times. He was never about the glitz and glamour and hated even to wear makeup when had to do appearances. Lowkey was always his style.

Ocean wasn’t just attractive; he was flat-out delicious.

His blue eyes were focused on her brown ones as he let himself into her bathroom and carefully stalked her as Aaliyah walked backwards and sat down on a vanity chair. No man had ever shook her to the core the way Ocean did.

She honestly doubted no man ever will. “I’m still getting dressed.” She held his gaze.

Ocean stood by the bathroom door and folded his arms, though Aaliyah wasn’t sure if it was because he was comfortable or annoyed. His stance gave no indication what way he leaned. “Am I wasting your time being here?” His voice was calm, but his mouth was a straight hard line.

“What gave you that impression?” She crossed her legs and folded her arms to match. “I’m getting dressed.”

“No woman takes over an hour to shower,” Ocean’s face revealed nothing.

“This woman does.” Aaliyah softly replied. She thought she was being facetious in her reply but an sexy curve of Ocean’s lips revealed he loved the challenge. “Why are you here?”

“I’m here to see if you were okay, that’s why.” He replied, keeping his distance at the door. “And if you needed anything.”

“No,” she held up a hand, “why are you here? Like here in Atlanta, here. What’s your purpose of being here?”

“I thought I explained that back at the shop?” Ocean’s eyes revealed a smidgen of annoyance. “Was I not clear enough?”

Ocean’s lips were perfectly clear. As they took control of Aaliyah’s, his tongue played with hers with expert precision. Only a whiteboard with black lettering would be clearer. “What are you going to tell your father about us?”

“His opinion has never mattered,” Ocean replied.

“But it does, Ocean. It does.” She replied. Aaliyah’s heart burned with anger as she remembered how smug Thomas looked as he informed her she was no longer needed in Ocean’s life. If he got up and sucker punched her, the impact might have been less than the verbal blow he’d delivered. “Your father won’t hesitate to destroy me so he can get what he wants and if he wants you in the White House, I’m a distant memory.”

“I don’t want to run for the White House.” His blue eyes turned dark. “I have no desire to ever run for the presidency. I’m not even sure I want to go beyond a first term here.”

“Bullshit,” Aaliyah snapped, “you’re likable and quiet. You’ll get re-elected based on that alone.”

“I thought you didn’t care what I was up to?” His blue eyes crinkled.

Aaliyah bit her lip and looked away. “My point is, no one is going to elect you with me on your arm.”

“Contrary to your popular belief, no one cares about senator’s wives.” He walked closer to her. “And you’re giving yourself way too much credit for something that may not even happen.”

Aaliyah felt the smoldering heat between them as Ocean closed the distance. He smelled wonderful and his newfound swagger made him even more delicious. Her heart rate shot up and was deafening in her ears. A part of her wanted to cave in and begin a new relationship with him. A part of her wanted him to suffer for all of the hurt and anguish he and his family did to her.

The Petty Pendergrass in Aaliyah was about to come all the way through. “You don’t even want me any more. I’m not your type.”

“My type?” His cocked his head to the side. “My type is what?”

“Blonde, leggy, and curvy.” She noted. “I’m none of those.”

“I thought you didn’t care what I did?” His eyebrows rose.

“When the gossip pages talk about your dates,” Aaliyah stood against Ocean’s raw masculinity that encapsulated his over six foot frame, “I can’t help it.”

The longer Ocean was in Aaliyah’s presence, the more she revealed about what she knew of him. She claimed to not have cared about anything he did for the past several years since their breakup, but she knew a whole lot about the women he was seen with.

It briefly made Ocean wonder what else did Aaliyah know about him. “How about you’re everything to me? Is that better?”

Aaliyah swallowed and looked away before Ocean tilted her head towards his. He took her mouth again, drinking from her as his hands cradled her hips. She felt so warm and soft within his touch and he felt his cock harden at the thought of being inside her again.

His tongue tangled with hers and Ocean almost lost control when he heard her sweet moans. His hands crawled up to her towel and undid it, revealing a nude, decorated body. She had a few more tattoos added, but the rest of Aaliyah was astounding.

Her legs were muscular. Her torso was tiny with a small piercing. Her small breasts were perky and mouth-watering.

She was perfect for him in every way.

“Let me show you something.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her in front of the wall mirror. He stood behind her as Aaliyah tried to cover herself up with her arms. “No,” he set her arms down, “I want you to see what I see.”

Aaliyah held Ocean’s gaze. His eyes were intense and full of heat. “What do you see?”

“I see love. I see beauty.” He kissed her neck. “I see power. I see us.” He locked eyes with her. “What do you see?”

Aaliyah shivered at the passion of Ocean’s words combined with his smoldering look. He was dark and dangerous; a deadly combination for her heart. The earth stood still for them and the only thing that mattered was whatever was happening in that very room.

“Well?” He asked again. He held her waist and nuzzled his lips against her neck. She smelled delightful and addicting. His blue eyes darkened to an almost black color as he reached up and caressed her breasts. “What do you see?”

Aaliyah swallowed and blew out a breath. Her sex became slick with desire and tightly clenched in response of him. Her heart raced uncontrollably fast and her palms became sweaty. The only man that could knock the wind out of her without saying much.

Ocean had a quiet sensuality to him that was irresistible. He never flashed his wealth or dropped names to impress anyone. Either someone liked him or they didn’t. Take him or leave him.

She hadn’t physically seen the man in years and there was an intimacy and closeness between them like if they had never separated at all. Ocean promised everything but guaranteed absolutely nothing.

Aaliyah felt her lungs suffocate her and the words became lodged in her throat. She swallowed once, then twice before she finally spoke. “I see uncertainty. I see scrutiny. I see a horrible crash that would leave me gutted yet again.”

“You really see all of that?” He kissed her neck and felt her shiver underneath. “I see protection. I see a guaranteed bet.” He turned her towards him and looked into her deep, brown eyes. “I see me loving you with everything I have until I can’t possibly love you any harder than this.”

Ocean had always made Aaliyah feel like she was the only woman in the world. It was no different two years later. “Ocean, I…”

“We’re going to be late for our dinner.” He backed away and turned Aaliyah to face him. “You have ten minutes. If you’re not dressed by then, you’re going to the restaurant in an outfit I picked out or you’re going naked. I’ll be waiting.” He left.


Watercolors will be available next month. A bonus snippet of Ellison Brothers #5 will be included.

To check out the prequel, click here.

#FlashFriday: Watercolors #romance #bwwm

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“Irreplaceable” was a fitting song.

As Beyonce’s angry and biting lyrics blared overhead, Senator Ocean Ellison sat in his ex-girlfriend’s living room. He noticed a distinct theme with the songs she’d played.

First, there was “Not Gon’ Cry” by Mary J. Blige.

Next came “Love Don’t Live Here Anymore” by Rose Royce.

Then there was “Apologize” by One Republic.

Followed by “I Will Survive.” Not the upbeat version by Gloria Gaynor, but the quiet storm cover by Chantay Savage.

As Ocean listened to “Cry Me a River,” it became increasingly clear he had the work cut out for him. Aaliyah Smith was not a woman who easily caved in. She also wasn’t a woman who gave many second chances. She was stubborn to a fault, but generous with her love and time to those who deserved it.

Ocean knew he didn’t deserve even being at her home.

Aaliyah was angry. She was beyond pissed. The fire in her eyes only matched what she felt inside and Ocean knew she did everything she could to restrain herself from hitting him.

She, worst of all, was heartbroken. It was Ocean’s entire fault.

He felt his stomach coil up in tight knots and guilt choked him. If he had to be on his knees all night and wear out his best pair of Armani slacks, so be it. He was not leaving with Aaliyah, point blank period.

They had more in common than what appeared to be. She was a rocker chick who loved whiskey and Guns N’ Roses. He a wealthy doctor who enjoyed Blue Magic and the Chi-Lites. She lived fast; he loved the cautious and slow approach.

Their backgrounds were wildly different but when they connected, Aaliyah and Ocean were unstoppable. He was clean-cut and dare anyone thought, innocent. She was a bad girl with a past.

The odds were stacked against them from the start and they both treated their connection as a fling. When they made love, however, all sense flew out of the window. Her mouth was skillful and her tongue was hungry. Her hands explored every crevice of his body and demanded more from him.

They made love throughout the night. They fucked in every room of her apartment and his home. Aaliyah became Ocean’s fire. He became needy for her love and touch. He anticipated her needs before she spoke them.

The fire was still there and it smoldered between them, no matter how much they both denied it. All Ocean wanted to do was go upstairs and prove to Aaliyah throughout the night how much he was sorry and how much he’d missed her.

In due time. Everything in due time.

With his security detail waiting outside, Ocean took stock of Aaliyah’s condo. Decorated in muted colors like mahogany, cream, and peach, it was a far cry from Aaliyah’s old apartment in Los Angeles. Wall sconces gave the home a light, soft feel akin to being in a spa.

Her condo had several tall windows that gave natural light, and overlooked downtown Atlanta. Dark, hardwood tiles covered the floors, leading to plush carpeting in the bedrooms.

It was an expensive condo, Ocean concluded. It was decorated in quiet luxury that didn’t come out of an IKEA showroom, but pricey items that a certain economic threshold could afford. There were quirky items like an old, colorful credenza that sat her flatscreen TV. An equally colorful Indian rug laid under Ocean’s feet. He knew it came from a trendy store in West Hollywood because he had the same rug in his home.

Ocean’s stomach churned when he realized he was sitting in a condo his father bought and furnished.


Watercolors (Ellison Brothers #4) will be out in July.

To read the prequel, click here.


Unravel Me is now LIVE!



Sometimes people need to go back when it all started…

Mariana Harlow knows she needs to work on rebuilding the trust within her boyfriend, after a steamy photo shoot with his nemesis. She knows just the thing that would help him trust her, but she wonders if a fantasy she has might cause irreversible damage to them both.

Scott Reed is considered to be one of the best Doms in the world, often referred to as the Gentleman Dom. Upon reconciling with his girlfriend, they put a stop on all BDSM play until they could sort out their relationship. When Mariana brings up a peculiar fantasy of hers, Scott wonders if her previous hard limit is a sign of something else brewing between them.

Every relationship has its limits. What is theirs?

Unravel Me is a short erotic novella that deals with trust, BDSM, and if love can truly conquer all.


Mariana felt her heart burn with a quiet anger. “You want to sabotage my ad just so you can get back at Caleb.”

“The thought has crossed my mind,” Scott admitted to Mariana’s shocked expression. “But I won’t do that to you. If I did, it would show favoritism and I give no one any favors at work no matter how well they suck my dick.”

Mariana narrowed her eyes. She loved how honest Scott could be, despite how much of an asshole he sounded. He never yelled at her when his calm voice and cold words cut straight to her soul. “Thank you for that.”

“You know what I meant by that. If I gave you any favors, it would create unfair competition and your colleagues will resent you. That’s not fair to any of you.” He held her back. “I would rather have one person hate me than a thousand.”

“I don’t hate you, honey,” Mariana pleaded. “I just wish this wasn’t an issue between us. I’ve apologized for the ad, there’s still a distance between us, and I can’t shake it. We haven’t made love in a week, Scott. That’s unusual for us.”

“I wanted to blow your back out before work a couple of days ago and you declined.” He pointed out. “That wasn’t my fault.”

“That’s different because I was running late for work and you know it,” she argued, “I’m talking about the other thing.”

He shook his head. “I can’t read minds, Mari.”

“The BDSM.” She pointed out. Scott’s face remained impassive. “Other than a few times, you only did it lightly with me.”

“We went over this,” Scott replied. “We’re not there yet.”

“No, I’m there. I’m waiting for you. Then again, that’s always how our relationship has been like. I want something first and I have to wait for you to play catch up.” The anger in her heart came out in her voice.

It wasn’t a potential argument but now a full-blown one. “Mari, you know that’s not what’s going on.”

“Oh?” She questioned. “One of the best Doms in the world doesn’t even want to tie up his girlfriend and I’m supposed to think there’s not a fucking problem with that?” Mariana pushed him away and swam over to the ladder. She got out of the pool and dried off. She headed inside the home and made her way to the master bathroom.

Scott sighed and looked up at the sky. Moments ago, he wanted to fuck Mariana loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Now he had to calm her heart before things became worse between them.

He got out of the shower and followed Mariana into the bathroom where she rinsed off in the shower. He stepped into the shower and followed her lead. “You’re asking me to kidnap you, tie you up, and fuck you. You’re asking me to intentionally harm you, that’s a hard limit of mine, and something you are well-aware of.”

Mariana knew about Scott’s hard limits. Humiliation and intentional pain were them. He never resorted to choking or anything more painful than a few slaps on her ass. “Ever since we got back together, you been hesitant to give me what I want.” She turned toward him. “It’s always something, Scott. First, it was the engagement. Now, then it was us reconciling, now it’s this. What is your issue with me? Why am I constantly proving myself to you?”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.” Scott’s voice was low and raspy; his Southern drawl murmured in Mariana’s ears. “I love you more than anything. I have issues I need to sort out.”

“Is it me? Is it Caleb?” She begged. “Is it the baby? What is it? You have this wall between us and I want to know how to fix it!”

“I’m fixing it,” He pressed his body against hers and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her temple and closed his eyes when he felt her back shudder from crying. “I’m fixing it. I’ll fix us.”


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#FlashFriday: State of Affairs 3


The fight has only begun.

As Briana gears up for a battle to Capitol Hill, her only concern is her father and how his shooting will impact Sisters United. While her opponents seize on the opportunity, Briana wonders if she’s just another pawn in someone’s deadly game of control.

Mariana Harlow has been presented one of the best and crucial accounts of her young career – handling the PR of controversial athlete, Caleb Kelly. When she and Caleb become too close, it causes problems between her and her boyfriend/boss, Scott Reed.

Senator Jay Edwards is the most powerful man in the world and everyone knows it except for the current POTUS. When the president gives Jay a thinly-veiled threat, Jay responds in a way no one saw coming.

Money. Power. Respect. All in a day’s work.

The third book in the politically explosive State of Affairs series drops this spring.

Unedited Snippet:

“Briana, your father killed an illegal immigrant – a person who wasn’t supposed to be here to start with.” Jay began. “We need to get on this story before the social justice special snowflake warriors have a field day with this.”

“How, Sway?” Briana cocked her head. “I’ve done my research. The man had a family he was supporting and he only had a knife on him that he used to cut open fruit. No one is going to believe my father was in any danger.”

“Ah, and that’s where you have a lot to learn, Briana,” Jay smiled. “With politics, you either highlight the positive or the negative, never both. Do you think people care that Trayvon Martin was allegedly an honor roll student? Do you think people care Michael Brown was accepted to college?”

“What do you expect me to do?” Briana folded her arms. “You just said I needed the Latino vote to win. No one is going to vote for me once this spreads.”

“You’ll get the Latino vote,” Jay motioned for Dominic to open a briefcase and he slid a thick file over to Briana, “especially if we highlight Mr. Immigrant was known to have anti-black views, something that’s rather common for Latinos in Los Angeles. Then, we’ll pit the Latinos against each other because they don’t want anyone to think they were the aggressors when they’re used to being the victims. It’ll cause a sharp divide in the Latino community and it’ll force black-Latino relations. People will vote for you because they don’t want to look as being racist, even if they are.” Jay lit up a cigar and leaned into his leather chair. “Why should we build a wall when we can gun them down in the tunnel?”


The Notorious J.A.Y. has spoken.

Release date TBA soon.

#FlashFriday: Unravel Me


Sometimes people need to go back when it all started…

Mariana Harlow knows she needs to work on rebuilding the trust within her boyfriend, after a steamy photo shoot with his nemesis. She knows just the thing that would help him trust her, but she wonders if a fantasy she has might cause irreversible damage to them both.

Scott Reed is considered to be one of the best Doms in the world, often referred to as the Gentleman Dom. Upon reconciling with his girlfriend, they put a stop on all BDSM play until they could sort out their relationship. When Mariana brings up a peculiar fantasy of hers, Scott wonders if her previous hard limit is the sign of something else brewing between them.

Every relationship has its limits. What is theirs?

Unravel Me is a short erotic novella that deals with trust, BDSM, and if love can truly conquer all.


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“Everything was fine between us until Mr. Kneeling came into the picture.” Scott tightened his lips. “After that, it’s been a struggle.”

“Mr. Kneeling?” Dr. Burton asked. “Caleb Kelly?”

“He’s the one that started that ridiculous bullshit so yes, him.” Scott’s voice was clipped.

“I thought you and Caleb had an understanding why he’s kneeling?” Dr. Burton scrolled through her notes.

“Just because I understand something, it doesn’t mean I agree with it.” He defended. “There are many other ways to protest police brutality without disrespecting the flag.”

“You admitted yourself, Scott, America had a lot of work to do when it came to acknowledging and recognizing the struggles of all. We still have a lot of work to do and many marginalized communities are still in peril. Wouldn’t protesting the flag, a symbol that everyone is free and treated equal, a symbol of that?”

“So, what’s the point of having elections to put people in office to represent our voices and interests? What’s the point of all of these groups working overtime so those marginalized can have a fighting chance?” Scott felt his anger quiver and he gripped the rock tighter. “What is the point of doing all of that if all I can do is just kneel in front of a flag?”

“Your anger isn’t about Caleb kneeling in front of the flag,” Dr. Burton met Scott’s tone, “your anger is about the ad Caleb did with Mariana. It bothers you she finds Caleb attractive.”

“Mariana finds a lot of men attractive. She constantly talks about how hot this actor and this singer are.” He glanced down at the rock he held. It read patience. “I don’t care. I never said I’m the only one she should be attracted to.”

“But it’s Caleb, specifically that bothers you?” Dr. Burton pressed. “If it was another actor or singer, you wouldn’t care because it wouldn’t be someone you interact a lot with.”

“I interact a lot with Dean Winchester and I don’t care that Mariana finds him attractive.” He defended. “She was jumping over joy in seeing Dean and his wife, Sydney, have sex in front of us.”

“But Dean Winchester is a white man who supports Caleb’s protest, though he hasn’t done it himself.” Dr. Burton replied. “Scott, be real with me…is the real reason you don’t like Caleb Kelly is because you wish you were him?”

Scott gave a contrite smile. “Couldn’t one say the same thing to him? I’m the antithesis and everything what’s wrong with this country according to him and those who think like him. Everyone wants to be a social justice warrior behind the computer screen, create memes, quote real leaders who did the work, but no one wants to do the same. I say it goes both ways. If anyone thinks I wish I were him, it can easily be said he wishes he could be me.” His eyes gleamed. “Hasn’t it been said that straight black men are the white people of black people?”


Unravel Me will be out sometime this month.

Caleb Kelly appears in the State of Affairs series.

For the article that inspired that scene, click here.

#FlashFriday: Unravel Me

Short blurb:

Sometimes people need to go back to where it all started…

Unedited snippet:

“I want to be kidnapped, tied up, and fucked. Is that too much to ask?”

He stared at her eyes and read the seriousness within them. She wasn’t joking. It wasn’t a fantasy she’d vocalized before, but it didn’t surprise him where her mind was. She was his classy and sophisticated woman in public. She was his nasty, dirty whore in private.

He was captivated by her beauty, and felt a small tightness in his chest thinking about how wonderful and patient she was with him. She knew his strengths and rose up to the challenge to keep up, to be on his level. Truth was, she was always on his level, even if she didn’t believe it.

She was emotionally raw and vulnerable, yet an insatiable need existed within her. Now she was asking him not to push her, but to break her. His body became restless while his heart and mind were filled with anxiousness.

For the first time in his life, he had reservations about meeting her requests.

“If you want me to do this, I need to go full throttle. I can’t back out because you feel it’s too much or you’re at your limit.” He met eyes with her. “Do you trust me with your life?”

She blinked once, then twice. Did she trust him? He’d proven many times why she shouldn’t. He’d also proven why she should. She knew he would never put her life in harm’s way, despite the dangerous and insane request.

If she didn’t trust him, she would need to leave him alone. “I do.”

“Okay,” he replied with a tone above a whisper. “I’ll see what can be done.”


I should note this will be a very short story and it’ll be on sale for $2.99 sometime within the next week.

The couple in question is them:



I hope you all enjoy!



So, this was supposed to be released last week but I’m in the process of moving so all things writing had to be delayed until I had internet connection. As always, my stories (even if they are novellas) are usually longer than I intend them to be so it’ll be another week before this is out. But hey, good news for you! You get more money for your 99 cents.


She freed her mind. He soon followed.

Aaliyah Smith never fully recovered from the devastating heartbreak her ex gave her years ago, going as far as moving out of the state and into a completely different time zone. Aaliyah knows as much as anyone, no matter how much white sage she burns, when the universe speaks to her, she needs to listen.

Ocean Ellison made the biggest mistake of his life when he left his ex without so much as saying a goodbye. Now he’s back to reclaim her and have her by his side as he solidifies his family’s legacy in the nation’s capitol.

He wants to unbreak her heart. She’s not sure if he deserves the privilege.

Her Ocean is a prequel erotic novella to Watercolors.

Unedited Snippet: 

“It seems Brittany and Paul got off to a good start,” Ocean began as he drove Aaliyah home.

Aaliyah chuckled and shook her head. Brittany fell in love hard and fast, already mapping out how her last name would sound at the end of the second date. She was stuck to Paul’s side all night and Aaliyah honestly wondered if it was the drinks that made Brittany stay with him or the fact that she genuinely liked Paul. “She’s a character, but she has a good heart.”

“Well, she’s friends with you so I imagine she would be.” He glanced over at her.

Aaliyah’s body sighed with want and anticipation. Ocean’s deep voice was heavy, a soft rasp, and completely sensual. Had she ever lusted for a man she’d barely knew? Where were her morals? “Sometimes I’m not the best judge of character.”

“We all slip and fall, it’s just a matter of how many times we get back up.” The GPS indicated they’d arrived at Aaliyah’s apartment complex. Ocean found a place to park and got out of the car. He walked over to Aaliyah’s passenger door and opened for her. “After you, milady.” He held out a hand.

Aaliyah stared at Ocean’s hand for a few beats before she met eyes with him again. Heat slid between her thighs and spread throughout her body as she grabbed his hand. They walked together with his hand holding the small of her back as they passed through the courtyard and up the stairs to the second floor.

She lived in an old, weathered building that had seen better days. There numerous cracks in the bathroom walls and mold she couldn’t reach, despite how tall she was. Her floor had cracks within it, and the heater only worked when it felt like it. She constantly had to battle her neighbors for laundry privileges and paid the price when one neighbor felt she needed to clean the machines with bleach, effectively ruining most of Aaliyah’s towels.

Aaliyah took everything in stride. The rent-controlled apartment covered the important parts – shelter, electricity, and running water. Everything else was a luxury she probably didn’t need.

She felt embarrassed that Ocean’d seen where she lived, but he was insistent on driving her home. Maybe a part of him didn’t care as evidenced by his used Honda Accord.

“So this is me,” Aaliyah stopped at her apartment. A part of her wanted to invite Ocean in and a part of her wanted him to at least respect the fact she wasn’t about to bust it wide open. The fight between her loins and her brain was always a tough one. “Thank you for a wonderful evening. I really enjoyed it.”

“You’re welcome.” Ocean moved in closer. “I would like to have dinner with you sometime next week. You choose the place and I’ll pick you up.”

Aaliyah felt the warmth and energy radiating from Ocean, causing her to blow out a shaky breath. He silently demanded all of her attention and time, and she was upset she didn’t argue how insane it sounded in her brain. “Sounds good.”

Ocean cupped Aaliyah’s face and caressed her cheek with a finger. She was so damn beautiful, it pained him. She was going to be his, it was just a matter of when. “Not tonight. I want us both to be completely sober for it.”

Aaliyah wanted to argue but she couldn’t. Ocean was right, despite how much it pained her. “I agree.”

“But I can’t leave without this,” he swept his lips over hers.

Aaliyah softly moaned as his tongue explored the corners of her mouth. His kiss stole her thoughts, confused her feelings, and messed with her religion. It was power, it was a declaration he had over her that words could not form.

“Next week,” he pulled away and Aaliyah’s body moaned at the loss, “we’ll do it all.”

Aaliyah barely opened her eyes and glanced at Ocean. Her resolve was broken, her heart was spinning, and her brain didn’t know what was going on. Her body did know she wanted to feel every part of Ocean inside of her. “All?”

Ocean swept his lips across hers again, gently sucking on the bottom one. “Everything.”

#TeaserTuesday: Her Ocean (Ellison Brothers #3)



She freed her mind. He soon followed.

Aaliyah Smith never fully recovered from the devastating heartbreak her ex gave her years ago, going as far as moving out of the state and into a completely different time zone. Aaliyah knows as much as anyone, no matter how much white sage she burns, when the universe speaks to her, she needs to listen.

Ocean Ellison made the biggest mistake of his life when he left his ex without so much as saying a goodbye. Now he’s back to reclaim her and have her by his side as he solidifies his family’s legacy in the nation’s capitol.

He wants to unbreak her heart. She’s not sure if he deserves the privilege.

Her Ocean is a prequel erotic novella to Watercolors.


Unedited Snippet: 

Ocean entered Watercolors with System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” immediately blasting in his ears. His lips curved into a sensual smile as he remembered how Aaliyah always liked heavy metal. Her playlist always consisted of Guns N’ Roses, AC/DC, Def Leppard, and Iron Maiden.

Ocean was more R&B and soul music and his playlist reflected his tastes, showcasing Labelle, Al B. Sure!, Jagged Edge, and Sade. Somehow during the course of their relationship, he became a fan of Guns N’ Roses, while Aaliyah enjoyed Faith Evans.

He softly chuckled thinking their music tastes should’ve been a clue they weren’t equally yoked but Ocean never listened to reason when it came to matters of the heart. Either it worked, or it didn’t.

Seeing the fire behind his ex’s eyes, he’d wished to hell he tried harder to make it work.

He pointed to the stereo system and motioned his hand downward, effectively telling Aaliyah to lower it. She huffed out her chest and stared at him for a brief moment before abiding his request, turning it off. “Is that better?” Her voice was rife with irritation.

“Much.” Ocean grinned. “I hope you could get me in for a touch-up.”

Aaliyah crossed her arms. They both knew Ocean didn’t just fly across the country for a tattoo touch-up when he had his choice of any tattoo artist in his native California to go to. “I’m curious as to why you’re here wasting my time,” she retorted.

“You’re the best in the country and it’s something we both know. Besides you did the first one and it’s only fair that you’re the one that touches it up.” Ocean pulled out a wad of cash and fanned it out. “I’m sure this will cover your time being wasted.”

Aaliyah didn’t have to count the number of Benjamin Franklins in front of her. She already knew the touch-up was not that much and Ocean was proving a point to her. If she wanted to channel her inner Maxine Waters and reclaim her time, Ocean would gladly help her with a scholarship.

She didn’t know if she wanted to fight him or fuck him. “I’ll be right back, Senator.” She turned to get her tools ready.

Ocean’s blue eyes glittered. “Thank you.”

Aaliyah disappeared into the back room and cursed the universe for taunting her. She drank alkaline water. She meditated. She did yoga. She didn’t eat red meat and just barely gave up her beloved blended iced coffees.

She smudged her home at least twice a week and always before she cooked. She occasionally divulged into gossip, but she kept to herself and didn’t participate in drama. Her skin was clear, her health was damn near perfect, and her business was booming.

And yet, the universe decided to fuck with her head just a little by sending him back to her. Fuck my life.

He’s the reason why she stayed away from bars. He’s the reason why she didn’t want to date any professional men ever again. He’s the reason why she was turned off with politics and everything that it entailed, despite what was going on in the country.

She hated the fact she still had feelings for his fine ass. If he were just a fling that she happened to see, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But Ocean…just saying his name made a yearning appear between her thighs she had long forgot about.

Aaliyah blew out a deep breath and said a small prayer. “Lord help me, please.” Straight and to the point, she hoped He received the message.

She returned to the main room and didn’t bother to make contact with her ex. She felt his eyes boring into her body. His eyes always spoke for him when he couldn’t find the proper words. It was something all of the Ellison men had in common – their presence spoke before they said a word.

Aaliyah was tempted to ask how did Ocean get security detail for a first-term senator but she already knew the answer – he was an Ellison; he would get whatever he wanted no matter the cost.

“You know the routine, Senator.” She instructed.

Ocean removed his jacket and handed to a security man who appeared next to him. He removed his shirt and walked up to Aaliyah. “Is this better, Ms. Tattooer?”

Aaliyah felt the heat radiate off Ocean and felt her breath caught in her throat. He was the only man who could turn her into a bumbling fool with his mere presence. The warmth of his body, the masculinity of his touch, and the musky, almost sweet smell off his skin made her thighs quiver with anticipation.

She turned around and lightly gasped at the beauty of him. His dark brown hair was perfectly coiffed. His sparkling blue eyes stood out in the dark sky. He was muscular, toned, with some hair on his chest, leading down to his navel.

He’d always kept in ridiculous shape and being a doctor, he wanted to be the example to his patients. He would get on Aaliyah about eating McDonald’s, but whenever she made fried chicken, he always helped himself.

As Aaliyah swallowed the lump in her throat and eyeballed the ubiquitous Aaliyah tattoo that was across her ex’s chest, she remembered the details of how said tattoo came to be. He told her he was going to get it and she tried to convince him not to. He wasn’t deterred and she said if he absolutely had to get it, she wanted to be the one to put it on him.

And she did. She straddled him in that very shop, in the same chair they were both standing next to, and she branded her ex with her name. Afterwards, they fucked hard in that same chair as “Take Me to Church” played overhead.

Ocean did take her to church, making Aaliyah screamed to the heavens as he stretched her out, grabbing her ass, and forcing her back down on his cock. Her pussy suckled along his thick length with each thrust, making them both shiver. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vise, and wouldn’t let go.

Ocean encouraged Aaliyah to ride him as if her life depended on it and she came hard and fast. “Take all of me,” his deep voice moaned, “take it.”

“Ocean…” Aaliyah cried.

When they went home, Ocean again fucked her into sleep. When Aaliyah woke up, Ocean had cleaned her apartment and made dinner – honey-mustard salmon with purple asparagus and orange cauliflower with red wine. She was never a fan of asparagus before that night but she became one.

Aaliyah needed to make a mental note to throw out all of the asparagus in her fridge when she went home. “Have a seat, Senator.”


Her Ocean will be out next Tuesday, March 13th.

#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated

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Savior Ellison is going to learn the hard way – Keisha Jones cannot be bought.

What may have worked with other women in the past simply won’t do with the young woman who has captured his attention. If Keisha wants him to chase her, Savior hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t know the type of games Savior is playing nor does she want to participate. She’s heard of his reputation and she wants no parts of the man she fantasizes about on a nightly basis. Savior Ellison doesn’t take no for an answer and Keisha is wondering what is his real motivation.

Sex, drugs, lies, and politics. All in a day’s work.

Simply Complicated is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, public perception, and true love.

Unedited Snippet:

90 days. We’re on day five.

I get up to use the bathroom and pass Savior on the way when his hand suddenly grabs my leg. I’m startled and look down at him. He slowly opens his eyes and he lazily smiles at me. “Where are you going, gorgeous?”

It’s the second time he’s called me that. “Bathroom. Emergency.”

He nods. “Come back here when you’re done.” He caresses my leg and lets me go.

I immediately feel the loss of his touch and I hurry to the bathroom like I’m Flo-Jo in the Olympics. After I come out, I rejoin Savior on the sofa. I sit across from him and he shakes his head. He lifts up the blanket and I notice his cock is tucked away into his pants. I was really hoping it was still out and hard so we could finish what we started last night. “Come here, gorgeous.”

He’s not my boyfriend but he’s acting like it. I’m torn between complaining about his attitude and wanting to get Savior snuggles. Snuggles, FTW. I walk over and lay down beside him. My back is pressed against his body and we’re facing the TV.

Savior’s body feels amazing against mine. It doesn’t matter if he’s beside me, behind me, or underneath me. I just want to feel him on me all day, every day.

“How did studying go last night?” He asks. His nose nuzzles my neck and he wraps his arms around my body.

It feels like we’ve always done this. It feels like an old friend. He feels like, everything. “It went very well. I have my final at ten so I’ll leave here in a little while. Then I have an appointment at the clinic to get everything checked and refill my birth control.” I yawn. “After that, I’m done until mid-February.”

Savior nods and kisses the nape of my neck. Ooh, that boy doesn’t know that’s my spot. “And then what?”

“Just the internship and I’ll get a job somewhere. I don’t really need one but I like to make my own money instead of relying on my daddy for some.”

His tongue plays with my earlobe and if this boy don’t quit…“What does your dad do for a living?”

I was wondering when that question was going to come up. I’d rehearsed my canned answers to Savior for a while and they all didn’t make any sense.

My daddy is a pharmaceutical rep. He reps Inglewood, Watts, and some parts of Compton. Westsiiiiiiiiiiide!

My daddy make it do what it do.

My daddy is a hustla, baby! (In my Pharrell voice)

I want to tell Savior the truth about my family but I don’t want to push him away. What guy will be okay that the woman he’s banging has a father who keeps goons on retainer? On the same token, I also want to realize who he’s getting himself involved with. He’s not dealing with Karen from Malibu or Christy from Palm Springs. He’s dealing with ghetto-ass Keisha from Inglewood.

“My daddy runs his own business from home. He does a lot of accounting.” Not quite a lie, but sounds a lot better than the truth.

Savior nods and kisses my neck again. This time I feel his hardened cock press into my cheeks. I want to turn around, straddle him, and ride that motherfucker until the sun goes down. Last night, Savior let me take control. I don’t think he’ll let me do it again this morning.

“What are your plans today?” I ask.

“Legal schmegal stuff,” his voice is smooth like maple syrup on a stack of pancakes, “and then gym time. I have a business dinner I need to attend but hopefully it won’t take too long.” He kisses my neck again. “Can I spend the night tonight?”

Hell, you can spend the night any night. My legs are wide open for you, boy. “Sure, that’ll be great.”

Savior yawns and checks his Apple watch. “Shit, I need to go.” I move out of his way and he rubs a hand over his face. “Bathroom?”

“Down the hallway to your right.” I watch him get up and he winks at me, slapping my ass before he leaves.

My body once again craves him. He felt so warm, and just so right. My mind travels to thought of when we’ll have sex for the first time. I mean, technically speaking we’ve already hooked up but I’m thinking the actual body-rocking, lamp-breaking, continuous orgasm sex.

I wonder if I’ll be able to handle him.

The toilet flushes and Savior appears a few minutes later, already in mid-transformation of his appearance. The sultry look is still there, but more of professional Savior has appeared. He wears his appearance as a mask, putting in on depending the situation and persons, and only carefully removing it when he’s completely comfortable. I wonder if I’ll ever see all of him.

He rushes over and kisses me, not caring about my stank morning breath. His lips sweep over mine and I hold onto his muscular arms to keep from falling. Every time he kisses me it blows me away. I wonder if it’ll always be like this.

Then I remind myself – 90 days.

He pulls back and I softly moan at the loss of him. “Good luck.” He gives my ass a couple of pats and heads out. I watch him walk to a parked Bentley with the driver, waiting for him at the back passenger door. Savior must’ve known he was going to stay with me because I can’t imagine the driver staying there all night waiting for him.

Did he know he was going to spend the night here? I can’t recall seeing the driver when I let him in.

As I close the front door, I have more questions than answers about Savior and our arrangement. He said he couldn’t do romance. He stressed he didn’t want to be my boyfriend and a relationship wasn’t something he wanted. If he wanted sex, he most certainly would’ve gotten more.

If I didn’t know better, it seemed Savior just wanted to be held.


The second and final book in the Savior and Keisha love drama, Simply Complicated, drops on February 13th. Pre-order details soon to come. It’ll be available everywhere.

To read the prequel, Her Savior, click here.