Every Queen needs a King.

Briana Gooding has a lot on her plate and being a full-time social activist leaves little time for romance. When the NFL’s most controversial quarterback approaches her, she suddenly finds time.

NFL standout Caleb Kelly is known for his exciting plays on the field and his messy personal life that leaves many women thirsty to be a part of his harem. When he decided to take a controversial stance against the National Anthem, he found a strong ally in Briana. It’s only a matter of time before the activists are viewed as the country’s most dangerous couple and harassment ensues.

Senator Jay Edwards and his wife, Sanora, are making big plans for Briana and Caleb and have no qualms being their private support. When their detractors threaten those plans, it’s time to use a deadly reminder to show who’s really in charge.

All is fair in sex, love, and power.

Superpower is the second book in the State of Affairs series. It deals with social justice, activism, political aspirations, and if true love conquers all. It is a New Adult erotic romance.



“I sat down because I don’t believe in what the flag stands for. Think about it. The Declaration of Independence was written in 1776, the Star-Spangled Banner was composed in 1814, but the Emancipation Proclamation didn’t happen until 1863. So, who was the independence for? Who was the Star-Spangled Banner written for? Not for me. Not for my ancestors. It doesn’t apply to any minority group here.

“Now, if I lose endorsements, receive hate mail, and death threats, then it only proves what I did was right and I stood up for what I believe in. I’m willing to die for what I believe. I’m not disrespecting the troops nor am I disrespecting any officers. I’m merely invoking my First Amendment right. If everyone else can, why not me?”

Senator Jay Edwards turned off his TV and stared blankly at the dark screen. His Facebook page was full of comments, demanding he say something. His phone rang off the hook all morning. He couldn’t even enjoy watching SportsCenter without the commentators pretending they were fake woke so they could sound intelligent for everyone else.

Jay loved it.

Famed NFL quarterback and reigning Super Bowl champion, Caleb Kelly, made a controversial protest against the American flag. He simply sat down. He made no obscene gestures. He didn’t say any curse words. He remained silent.

It couldn’t have come at a worst time.

It couldn’t have come at a better time.

In the current political climate of the country, it was no surprise the reaction was deeply divided. Other athletes came out to shame Caleb, while many celebrities supported him. What was more astounding was the number of veterans who also had his back.

As Jay’s MO, he always waited until he received more information before making any type of statement. It was why he was admired; he never became extremely angry and jumped in so he could be a trending topic. He chose his words and actions very carefully at all times.

Now that Caleb had the nation’s attention, it was time for Jay to make his move. He was sure the star athlete would not say a word to him. Caleb was adamant on how he really felt about anything conservative and Republican based on his IG feed.

It was time to use another approach.

“So, what do you think?” Sanora asked as she walked into the study. She showed her husband Caleb’s speech as she was rather fascinated by it.

Jay revealed a cunning smile. “I think we just found Briana’s soul mate.”


Chapter One: 

Six weeks prior…

Fighting the oppressor was long and exhausting.

Sleeping with him had the same effect.

There would be a time later for hushed dirty talk, gasping moans, and body clutching as they climbed higher to ecstasy. There was more important business to worry about.

Another unarmed black male was killed. Another video. Another week.

Same bat time. Same bat station.

As Briana Gooding consulted with other activists and figured out a plan, she briefly wondered if the videotaped shootings were some sort of sign and warning – you keep revolting against us, and we’ll videotape your lynching for the world to see, nigger – and she just wasn’t paying close attention to the message.

She wondered if she was wasting her time. Protesting, meeting with families and loved ones, scheduling meetings with the mayor and city council took up a large chunk of her time. It didn’t leave much room for a dating life, not that she had a lot of prospects to begin with. And she barely saw her friends as it was.

Still, Briana couldn’t give up. She was the voice for those who couldn’t speak, who were too afraid to. She would take the beating if it meant she protected hundreds of others.

Once she changed her direction of protest, her voice became clearer. Briana’s online following exponentially grew and those in power began to take notice of her. It didn’t stop the daily threats and racist comments she’d received on a daily basis on social media but her support base became louder.

She met with the Los Angeles mayor and had a cordial meeting over tea and crumpets. While she was reluctant to say the meeting was a success – the mayor seemed to have humored her more than anything – at least she was able to establish a cordial relationship.

“Are you going to stop protesting in the streets?” He asked.

“Are you going to do something about the biggest gang in the world masquerading as the LAPD?” She countered. “Do you ask this of the other protest groups or are we the special ones?”

The mayor tightened his lips. “We’ll be in contact, Ms. Gooding.”

“Oh, you know we will.”

She wondered if being a woman was the reason why no one took her seriously. She wondered if her message would’ve been clearer if she were a White man and she immediately knew the answer – yes.

She finally closed her laptop for the evening and stood up to stretch as she contemplated her options. She didn’t know what she needed more – alcohol or dick – to relieve the growing frustration that built up inside her. She decided neither now would do. She rolled out her mat, stripped down to her skivvies, and began to do yoga.

Hopefully, that would calm down the growing impatience inside of her.


In short, Caleb Kelly knew better. In long, he was a young, single and rich man who had a lot of options, even if those options were questionable.

As he sat across from dinner at a very expensive restaurant with a woman he met on Instagram, it was when Caleb began to reevaluate his life choices.

He was getting up there in age, in terms of his professional football career. Quarterbacks normally don’t play past 40 and Caleb was steadily flirting with 30. After a horrible season where everything seemingly went wrong, Caleb was finally able to make it right again with a strong preseason performance for the new season.

He knew what the type of woman he was attracted to – thick body, slim waist, long hair, and colorful personality. It was who he followed on Twitter and IG. It was what he was used to dating from his college days.

It was now becoming old and tiresome.

The banging body aspect was never old and he was a sucker for a big butt and a smile. The personality part, however, drove Caleb to question why he didn’t knock back a few shots of Jack Daniels before he left his home.

It would be the last time Caleb would let his dick think for him. “So, where do you see yourself in five years?” He asked.

“Hopefully with a big house and a Mercedes,” the woman softly replied.

Caleb waited for her to finish the rest of her sentence when it occurred to him she said everything she needed to say. “Oh?” He blinked.

“Yeah,” the woman replied, “I don’t know where I want to live but I definitely want a sleek SLK.”

Caleb forced a grin. He might as well picked the woman from a site named Golddigers R’ Us. He knew there was something unique about her, beginning with her name after an astrological sign. It suddenly escaped his mind which sign it was until he had a brilliant idea.

“Did you ever get teased about your name?”

“Being named after an astrological sign, I was relentlessly teased!” The woman replied. “And of course, the song didn’t help.”

“Song?” Caleb asked.

“Yeah. Sign of Aquarius?” She shook her head. “I still get that.”

Caleb and Aquarius. It didn’t even sound right together. It was a definite sign. “Are you ready to go?”

Aquarius revealed a sensual smile and blinked her eyes. “I’m more than ready.”


Caleb was a full-blooded male with a healthy appetite for sex. He figured if he paid Aquarius to fly up to see him, they both knew condoms and moans were also a part of the package. As the driver headed back to his home, Caleb took out a document and handed it over to his date.

“What’s this?” Aquarius asked.

“That is a non-disclosure agreement,” Caleb pointed, “that means whatever happens tonight will not be repeated to TMZ, or any gossip blog.” He’d heard the rumors about his reputation via his mother, and that’s when Caleb knew to officially put the kibosh on any more gossip.

Aquarius shook her head. “I’m not signing this. What if you rape me? I won’t be able to report that to the police?”

Caleb thought about arguing his point but quickly concluded it didn’t matter. An unlawful act would immediately make the agreement null and void but it was clear Aquarius didn’t think about that. “I’m not going to rape you and I would never do that to any woman.”

“Good,” Aquarius tossed the agreement back to Caleb. “I’m not signing it.” She folded her arms.

Caleb breathed a heavy sigh. Not only was he out a few hundred bucks, he was also fresh out of patience. The date had come to an unceremonious end and it took all of his restraint to remain a gentleman. “Fine.” He pulled down the privacy shade and spoke to the driver. “How much longer?”

“We’re five minutes away, Caleb.” The driver answered.

“Good.” Caleb rolled the privacy shade back up.

“Where are we going?” Aquarius asked.

“I’m dropping you off so you can catch the next flight back home.” Caleb glanced out the starry San Francisco night. He knew she wouldn’t sign the form so there was no point in extending her visit. “Safe travels.”


Fucking unbelievable.

As Caleb watched the video again, he let out a small breath. Another unarmed black male shooting. Hands in the air. Compliant. Father of three. Pastor. Community college professor. Tased and gunned down.

He’d heard stories about it before from his friends and other teammates. Caleb himself, was not immune to discrimination. He’d lost count the number of times he was followed in a store or had the police called on him because he looked suspicious in an affluent neighborhood. Superstar status or not, it didn’t matter to him. With a hoodie and some Timberlands on, he could pass for just a regular dude on the street.

He was used to questions about his racial identity his entire life – he was too fair to be considered Black but his facial features indicated he wasn’t just White.

His look was Mediterranean. Some thought he was Arab or Italian. Whenever people saw a picture with him and his family, there were questions and normally the finger always pointed at his mother, who people non-silently accused of having an affair some years ago.

It didn’t matter to Caleb Kelly. He knew who he was and what he was. He never had to prove he was down for any cause nor did he have to assimilate to fit in with the rest. Love him or hate him. Take him or leave him.

Hello gorgeous.

Briana Gooding’s tweets popped up on his timeline and Caleb took a minute to read them. He was stunned by her beauty and grace. She was unabashedly, unashamedly, and unapologetically Black and he loved that about her.

She was a natural leader, well versed on many subjects that affected the poor and disenfranchised. Her quick tongue silenced her detractors. She was a woman confident in her own and didn’t need another.

He silently hoped, however, she had some room in her life for him. Her intelligence was a real turn-on and he’d already began to imagine how their children would look like.

Caleb chuckled at himself. He just dropped off the Thot of the Year back at the airport and here he was, pining after a woman he couldn’t possibly attain. A woman like her wouldn’t bother with a professional athlete, no matter how much they had in common.

Such as his life. He was a beast on the field but his personal life was a hot-ass mess and constant fodder for the gossip blogs.

He sent a quick tweet to Briana and closed his laptop. He quickly finished his drink and headed upstairs for bed. If he couldn’t have her in real life, he would just fantasize about his dream woman. That was good enough for him.


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