Unravel Me is now LIVE!

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Blurb: 

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.


Snippet: 

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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#TeaserTuesday: Unravel Me

Blurb: 

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.


Unedited Snippet: 

It was the first thing he saw when he entered the room: Mariana in a tight, shirtless embrace with Caleb.

Scott felt his nostrils flare up and his heart rate speed to uncomfortable levels. America’s Pariah was holding his girlfriend. At that moment, Scott could honestly say why he understood the need for an AR-15.

When Mariana dated other men during their breakups, Scott never paid them any mind for he knew they weren’t going to last long. Caleb represented everything to Mariana and her newfound activism that Scott still wasn’t sure how he felt about. It was one thing if she protested outside of work; it was another thing if the activism came to his desk.

Maybe Carl Thomas was on to something when he sang how he wished he never met her. “What’s the issue?” Scott asked.

“The advertising of this ad,” Mike kept flipping through photos. Some sexier than others, but all pretty spicy. “We need to market to an adult audience, but we need to make it clear it’s not porno.”

“Cut the ad to just when you see their collarbones.” Scott went over to the computer and trimmed the ad. “There you have Mariana’s and Caleb’s faces – along with their hair –front and center, which is what the ad is focused on. If you want to do an ad for the body butter….” Scott switch it to a different photo with Mariana’s legs wrapped around Caleb’s waist as he embraced her. He felt the anger boiling inside of him. “…this would be a great one to use on Instagram and Twitter. You would need to do the campaign before the ad airs during the SuperBowl. Have it be revealing little by little, use the power of social media. Once the ad airs, it’s all everyone will talk about. Let’s use this to our advantage.”

“And this is why you make big bucks, kid!” Rich laughed and clapped his hands. “This is brilliant.” He turned to Chris and Mariana. “Do you agree?”

“Yes, I love it.” Chris clamored. “What about you, Mariana? Do you like it since you’re the star of the ad?”

Mariana noticed Scott never once looked in her direction. She knew they were trying to keep things professional and private at work, but she couldn’t help but to feel the silent anger coming from him. “I think it’s brilliant.”

“Good,” Scott took a silent, deep breath, “Mariana, do you have a boyfriend?”

Was that a trick question? Mariana chewed on her lips and briefly contemplated her answer. “Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

“I have to admit if I had a girlfriend who did an ad like that I would’ve been more pissed than a motherfucker.” Scott still didn’t look in her direction. “Kudos to your boyfriend, Mariana, for being calm about this and not making a fuss, though I’m sure he wanted to. He deserves everything you give to him with no questions asked.”

The message was louder than a sonic boom and Mariana felt it on a spiritual level. “He’s an amazing man.”


 

Okay, seriously this time, it’ll be out next Tuesday. Check back on the blog for cover reveal and first chapter exclusive.

#FlashFriday: Unravel Me

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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:

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Flashback Friday: Happy Founder’s Day

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“Let’s talk about leadership,” Scott wrote on the whiteboard behind him. He gave a workshop to packed crowd inside one of the conference rooms at the hotel. With Scott’s track record of being the head of the world’s premier PR and advertising agencies, it seemed everyone wanted to listen whatever he had to say.

Dressed in his standard Kappa attire of a bowtie, red blazer, and khakis, Scott looked immaculate in front of his fellow Brothers. “Leadership is not how you act. It is not what you say. It is, however, what you do. Or in some cases, what you attempt to do. In a few cases, what you do not do. People pay closer attention to your record of accomplishment than they do with how you act and other things.

“If you ever wonder how some people will still follow someone despite their reputation or questionable things they’ve said? It’s because of action. The person has a long history of standing behind how they feel and putting their words into action. Some talk the talk, some get out and do the work. You, as Kappas, are natural-born leaders.

“You were selected not because you followed the rules and did everything you were supposed to during pledge week. The Brotherhood as a collective chose you. It’s not a surprise most Kappas are executives, military leaders, and business owners. It’s not a surprise you hear about a Kappa who’s a singer, a professional athlete, or youth leader in his community. You represent one of the oldest and most respected fraternities in the world. There are Kappas, and then there are the others.” Scott said to a rousing applause, with some Brothers throwing up the yo in agreement.

“We all have something special within us. Some, it comes naturally like breathing. Others, it takes a bit of coaxing for it to come out. Either way, you cannot deny the God-given leadership within you. Every single Nupe I see in this room is a leader in some form. Be it your community, your household, or your place of work. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise. Being a Kappa is more than just the shimmy, bowties, and khakis. Our haters would love to say that’s all we do but even our haters have to give us props. After all, we’re their bosses.” Another round of applause and more yo’s were thrown up.


 

Scott Reed wishes you a Happy Founder’s Day.

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#FlashFriday: Feeling Some Type of Way III #newadult #romance #contemporary

“And…ohhhh…” Ian’s mouth formed a small O. He slowly turned to Nick, who had raised eyebrows and shook his head.

Zerrin, however, was a bit more vocal. “Mari’s gonna kick Scott’s ass!”

“I’m sorry,” I’m confused as ever, “can someone enlighten me what’s going on?”

Before anyone could answer, Scott walked up to the woman, gave her a deep embrace, and kissed her. I was taken aback by the kiss because Mariana is his girlfriend and I get the feeling they don’t really share. That kiss with Mystery Lady With the Nice Titties wasn’t platonic or just two old friends saying hi.

If I didn’t know any better, I would assume they were probably fucking.

Scott motions Nice Titties to a chair that’s directly in front of Mariana’s sex. He simply snaps his fingers and immediately the woman starts licking Mariana’s slit. Mariana gasps and softly moans while Scott massages her breasts.

I’m leant over as far as possible I can be without falling down and breaking my nose. I have no interest in being with another woman, nor do I have any interest in participating in a threesome.

But what I’m seeing in front of me right now is just so damn hot, I’m on fire. I feel my sex softly contract and thump against my moist panties. My breathing has become restricted and a bit shallow. I’m squeezing the life out of Ian’s knee as he softly caresses my back.

I’m feeling everything at once – happiness, horniness, amazement, disbelief, greediness – in abundance. I want to see more. I want to experience more.

“Oh God, yes!” Mariana cries out and I think I just came with her.

“You like what you’re seeing, angel?” Ian’s deep voice breaks me out of my concentration and for the first time, I’m rather pissed at him. Weird.

“Um, yeah,” I manage to lay back in my seat and he wraps his arms around me, “I’m fine.” I softly point to the demonstration and watch Nice Titties caress Mariana’s legs, “I don’t understand what’s going on here, though? You and Saint Nick seem shocked at it, Master.”

“The woman currently pleasuring Mari is Scott’s ex-girlfriend, Dove,” Ian softly nodded, “Mari hates Dove, and Dove is rather nonchalant.”

“Why does Mari hate Dove?” I ask. “Because she dated Scott?”

“Part of it. Dove represents everything Mari wishes she could be. The funny thing is she is actually everything Scott wants, she just doesn’t realize it yet.” Ian studies my face and I feel the intention of his words in the pit of my stomach.

I’ll admit being jealous over Sydney was stupid and silly but I couldn’t help it. Sydney was spirited and carefree, thought about the consequences later, and I could see why Ian was attracted to her.

I’m determined a new Domi will mean very little jealousy in the future. I’ll still get jealous but at least I’ll be smarter about it. Ian loves me and has proven that day in and day out.

I have no reason not to trust my man.

“This, however,” Ian motions back to the demonstration where I watch Mariana’s legs shake as Dove holds them up in the air, while she’s furiously licking her, “this is just Scott being messy.”

“I’m here for it,” Nick chimes in.


 

The third installment in the Feeling Some Type of Way series will be out later this summer.

 

#SundaySnippet: Stronger than Pride #romance #contemporary

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The erection he ignored so they could have a serious talk, bounced with anticipation. He smelled the coconut and berries concoction of her naturally curly hair, felt the softness of her body against his, and had an insatiable yearning that couldn’t be controlled.

Scott turned Mariana around and hoisted her on top of the marble kitchen island as he stood between her soft thighs. He looked into the depths of her brown eyes and felt his detached manner melt away. She brought out the youthfulness within him, while he challenged her in many ways she didn’t know existed.

“Everything about you is so perfect,” he slowly pulled the boyshorts over her thighs and down her legs, “you get me so hard.”

Mariana gulped. Twice. The arousal Scott created within her made her feel like a sex-starved nympho who needed a fix. She reached down, stroked Scott’s hardened length, and smiled as it bounced in her hands. She helped him pull down his sweats and his shaft jutted out at her. It glistened with sweat and him, and Mariana felt her mouth water.

“Yummy,” she licked her lips.

“It has your name written all over it,” his lips found her neck and softly licked it, “and only your name on it.”


 

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#TeaserTuesday: Stronger than Pride

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The silent question floated in the air between them. Living together again. It was too soon for their relationship and they still had a lot of issues to sort out. The irony wasn’t lost on Mariana. When they had rushed things, things flowed better between them. Now they’ve slowed down and worked on their issues, it seemed things were slowly creeping to a standstill.

“I wanted to talk to you about what was said in therapy the other day,” Mariana cautiously began, “I wanted to know if I went too far with Dr. Burton?”

“Too far with what?”

“With me mentioning how we used to do BDSM together,” she replied, “I know we don’t really talk about it and I couldn’t tell if you were upset that I mentioned it to someone outside of us.”

“No, it’s fine,” Scott turned off the stove and pulled the chicken out of the oven. After setting it on the stove, he removed his gloves and joined his girlfriend at the counter. “It needed to be discussed.”

“Is that why you don’t want to live with me again?” She softly asked. Mariana enjoyed living on her own but even she could admit she spent more time at Scott’s home than her apartment. “Because we’re not doing BDSM anymore?”

“I never said that nor did I imply it,” he cupped her neck and she kissed the inside of his wrist where the tattoo was, “I know you’re tired of me saying I’m waiting for you to be ready but I mean that. We’ve only been together for a few months, baby.”

Mariana rolled her eyes. “We’ve been together for a few years, Scott.”

“With some extended breaks here and there,” he acknowledged, “but I want to make this right. I don’t want to mess up like I did before and lose you again. I can’t imagine my life without you, Mari. You’re everything to me.”

Mariana had such a love for Scott she felt it was about to burst out of her skin at any moment. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” he pulled her close and swept his lips over hers. The kiss grew deeper and he pulled Mariana into his lap. His lips attached to her skin and soft moans escaped Mariana’s lips. “You get me higher than any drug.”

Mariana’s head fell back as Scott’s hands steadily held her. His warm lips kissed all of her hot points and she already felt the dampness in her panties. She felt his erection poking against her and dinner became an afterthought. “Is dinner going to get cold?”

Scott stood up as Mariana wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to his chaise lounge and laid on top of her. “We can microwave it.” He kneeled back and smoothed his hands over Mariana’s thick thighs, reaching up to the vee of her sex. He felt his shaft harden when he discovered her surprise. “No panties?”

“There’s more,” she said in a breathy voice.

Scott pulled down her yoga pants and discovered his girlfriend with a fresh wax job and her pubic hair shaped into a S. “Shit…”

“I told you it had your name written all over it,” she bit a finger, “I wasn’t playing around.”


 

Stronger than Pride is available at Amazon and Smashwords. It’ll soon be available at iTunes, Kobo, and select local libraries.

 

#SundaySnippet: Stronger than Pride #romance #contemporary

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Blurb:

Excerpt:

 

 

Scott turned Mariana around and hoisted her on top of the marble kitchen island as he stood between her soft thighs. He looked into the depths of her brown eyes and felt his detached manner melt away. She brought out the youthfulness within him, while he challenged her in many ways she didn’t know existed.

“Everything about you is so perfect,” he slowly pulled the boyshorts over her thighs and down her legs, “you get me so hard.”

Mariana gulped. Twice. The arousal Scott created within her made her feel like a sex-starved nympho who needed a fix. She reached down, stroked Scott’s hardened length, and smiled as it bounced in her hands. She helped him pull down his sweats and his shaft jutted out at her. It glistened with sweat and him, and Mariana felt her mouth water.

“Yummy,” she licked her lips.

“It has your name written all over it,” his lips found her neck and softly licked it, “and only your name on it.”

Mariana gasped when she felt Scott insert a finger, then two inside her and slowly stroked her. She was already hot and ready for him. His lips crushed hers and Mariana immediately felt the tension and stress melt away. He tasted of ice cream, slightly salty and sweet, but mixed with a flavor that was all his.

As Scott’s fingers worked their magic on Mariana’s sex, his lips did overtime. He kissed all over her neck, down to her chest, and trailed his tongue along her chin before he met her lips again.

The feeling was overwhelming and Mariana didn’t know what to concentrate on more – the possessive yet gentle nature of his wonderful tongue or his magical fingers that knew how to stroke her just right.

She felt his thumb on her pearl and Mariana almost did a praise break in the name of Jesus. Any shred of dignity had long left her as she loudly moaned. It was too much, it was just right.

She felt his warm breath on her neck while his soft lips kissed every hot spot she had. She was wide open for him, physically and emotionally. He’d never pressured her to do anything and all he wanted to do was just love her.

He took a major step in trusting her, something he never did with any woman. Now she needed to trust him. It took them a long time to get to where they are and neither wanted to mess it up.


 

Stronger than Pride is available NOW.

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Stronger than Pride is NOW Available! #romance #contemporary #bwwm #diversebooks

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Blurb:

When it comes to All Lives Matter, the issue isn’t just black and white.

Mariana Harlow is given the project of a lifetime – managing the PR and social media accounts of controversial quarterback Caleb Kelly. When Caleb and Mariana become too close to each other, it presents an issue with Mariana’s boss/boyfriend.

Scott Reed doesn’t like to get involved with anything political for his sanity. His mentors want to employ Mariana for a special project of theirs, and Scott doesn’t object. When the project becomes bigger than everyone involved, Scott begins to question if he’s the only sane person he knows.

All is fair in love, sex, and politics.

Stronger than Pride is a crossover Scott and Mariana/State of Affairs standalone book. It deals with trust, race relations, political aspirations, and if love can trump hate.

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