#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me (D’Amato Brothers) COVER REVEAL #bwwm #interracial #newadult #contemporary

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Blurb:

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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“I’m sorry?” Tony raised an eyebrow.

“I asked God to send me a man and here you are!” The young woman beamed as she put the gun away. “Straight out of hiding from some poor woman’s husband!”

Tony chuckled. “Not anyone’s husband, I don’t roll like that.”

“Oh,” the woman slightly frowned, “another girl’s daddy?”

“Close enough,” Tony countered, “a woman’s best friend.”

“Ah.” The young woman nodded before her eyebrows rose. “Are you messing with her best friend?”

“I’m friends with benefits with a girl, but she doesn’t want to tell her best friend, who just happens to be my sister-in-law. It could get…messy.” He admitted. The last person he needed in his business was Faith.

“Gotcha.” The young woman sat down on her bed. “Well, make yourself at home. You’ll be here for a few minutes before I can escort you out. My nonna will be leaving for her book club meeting soon.”

“I don’t want to cause you any problems,” Tony replied, “I can just go back through the fire escape.”

“No, you’re staying put.” She walked over to Tony and sat him down on her bed. “You’re staying put. You just have to be quiet before my nonna leaves. She’ll be going soon.”

“Your nonna, huh?” Tony admired the young woman before him. She had curly black hair, and full pink lips. They were a stark contrast to her bright, blue eyes. She was gorgeous in an exotic kind of way. “You’re Italian?”

“Half. Tambien soy dominicana.” She smiled.

I’m also Dominican.“Nice combo.”

Credo di si.” She smiled. “That’s Italian for…”

“I think so,” Tony grinned back, “Sono fluente.

She slightly cocked her head. “Non pensavo che fossi italiano.”

Probablemente no sabias yo tambien sabia espanol.” Tony grinned.

The young woman laughed and Tony found it contagious. “Good to know.” She heard a door opening and she put her finger to her mouth. She cracked open her bedroom door and closed it behind her as she exited it.

Tony overheard the woman speaking with an older woman in Spanish. He couldn’t make out all of it other than the other woman said something along the lines of telling the woman to not bring any strange boys in her home. So much for that.

A few moments later, a door was closed and the young woman reappeared in her bedroom. “All clear! Give it a few minutes and you can leave. Sometimes, she forgets something and comes back so I need to make sure you two wouldn’t run into each other yet.”

“Ah, got it.” Tony no longer felt awkward in the woman’s bedroom, though the circumstances were still unbelievable. How in the hell did he manage to be on a date with one woman, end up in Krista’s bed at the end of that date, and in a completely different woman’s bedroom while he was hiding from his nosy-ass sister-in-law?

Tony didn’t have to watch soap operas to fully understand he was on his very special episode called “Tony’s Dick Tales.”


 

Oh Tony…discover more about his relationship with Ana when Stay With Me will be out on Christmas Day.

To read the first several chapters, click here.

The prequel, One More Chance, is available now!

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#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me (D’amato Brothers)

Blurb: 

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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“Chop, chop, ladies!” Faith Sheppard clapped her hands as she walked around her bridal suite. “I’m about to get married today!”

Faith’s hotel suite was a buzz with women in various states of dress getting ready for the wedding. Some were getting their hair done, while others were having their faces made up. Music flowed throughout the suite and women sung along to SWV, Jagged Edge, and Xscape.

The mood was light, though a bit stressful. It was billed as one of the wedding events of the year. Faith Sheppard, the only daughter of the Reverend David and First Lady Amy Sheppard, was getting married to a D’Amato son.

The socialites had been ablaze for weeks about the nuptials. There was much talk about the local designer Faith went with, instead of one of the big fashion houses. Fans of Madre’s wondered what type of flowers Eli would’ve done for his big wedding day and gossiped on numerous wedding boards.

Faith would worry later about what those chicks talked about on her bridal boards. After months of planning and dealing with snarky-ass ladies from left and right, top to bottom, Faith couldn’t have cared what the hell they would think of her wedding.

The day had finally come and Faith wondered where in the hell was her maid of honor?

She texted Krista all morning and called her a few times; everything going straight to voicemail. Krista said she was going to go to the local bar in the hotel for a drink but would be going straight back to her hotel room. Faith smirked. Knowing Krista’s fast-ass, she probably snagged some dude at the bar.

Faith put in another call to her best friend. If she blew off her wedding for some dick, Faith was going to legitimately fight her.

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“You like it when I suck you off like that, baby?” Krista purred between kisses of Tony’s cock.

Tony watched as Krista swallowed his cock again, bobbing her full lips up and down. She took all of him like a pro, and sucked him better than any porn star fantasy he’d ever had. “Oh yeah,” he folded his arms behind his head. His voice throbbed with emotion and he barely held on. “So fucking beautiful.”

Krista deep throated Tony’s cock again and his toes curled up. He clenched the sheets and let out a sharp hiss, followed by a softer moan. Krista’s mouth was hungry and skillful. She didn’t take Tony’s dick and gave a sloppy blow job with no enthusiasm. She swallowed his cock like she would never suck him again and didn’t want him to ever forget.

She used a twisting motion with both hands as she hollowed her cheeks and took Tony deeper. Her mouth slid up and down on his long, thick length as she was encouraged by his groans and grunts.

Her mouth watered for his cock, and her pussy became slicker by each moment. Krista could’ve blame it that she got aroused for anyone, but she knew it wasn’t the truth. There was a primal desire within Tony that made her hot. He brought out a need within her that wasn’t there. He made her forget all reasoning and reckoning.

Seeing Tony lose control made Krista become wicked. She took him deeper as she was encouraged by his moans. The first shot of precum slid down her throat and Krista increased her sucking until Tony was balls deep inside her hot mouth. “Krista…” He moaned as he began to thrust upward. “…I’m about to come, baby.”

Tony climaxed over Krista’s tongue in powerful spurts. She pulled away and relished the feel on her face and lips before she continued to suck him off. He lost control, she blew his mind, and it still wasn’t enough.

“Sit on my face,” he ordered and Krista complied. She climbed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her cunt was achy and wet for him. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue before he dived in to savor her most intimate parts.

All night, he tasted and feasted on Krista’s body. His hands explored when his cock couldn’t. His mouth worshipped her while his fingers sung praises. He sucked on her as he held onto her ass, making Krista’s body shake when the orgasm washed over her.

“And back down you go,” he slid her down to his cock and she sunk onto him. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled Krista down to his chest. He gave her quick, powerful thrusts upward. His balls slapped against her wet slit as she gasped and cried his name.

Their tongues tangled. Tony’s mouth was wicked hot and full of exploration. His control over Krista’s body was absolute, but never demanding. He ruled over her, by only her bidding. He yielded to her commands and brought some of his own. “Take it,” he softly demanded, “take it.”

Krista gasped and bit. She felt so full, so hot as she took Tony so deep inside of her. She met his thrusts as they both barely held on. He fucked her with quick, powerful strokes and Krista felt her body shake to the core. “Say my name, Kris.”

The orgasm hit her by surprise and she screamed out her enthusiasm. “Tony!”

~~~~~~

“And where in the hell have you been?”

Krista barely made it to Faith’s bridal suite and went straight to wardrobe. While the rest of the bridal party arrived in the morning, Krista made it just before noon. “I overslept.” She smiled. “That’s all.”

“That’s all?” Faith was irritated and nowhere near impressed. “Who was this dick? I know it was a man.”

“It wasn’t a man and it was just me and the sheets last night,” Krista lied. There was no way in hell she was going to tell her best friend about what happened between her and Tony. If Krista wanted to make sure no one would be in her business, it also meant Faith couldn’t know squat. She loved her girl, but Faith was everybody’s friend.

“You told me you went down to the bar last night,” Faith followed Krista into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

“I don’t have any tea to share because there is none.” Krista tied up her hair into a loose bun and washed her face. She blotted her skin with a towel and was stunned by the dark circles under her eyes. That 18-year-old fucked the youth out of her.

“Kris, you and I are girls and we’ve been girls for years. You don’t got to lie to me, Craig!” Faith teased. “If it was a dude, I’ll understand.”

The hell you would. Krista knew the lashing and criticism Faith would give her. If it was just any other 18-year-old, Faith would’ve scoffed and laughed but wouldn’t think anything more about it.

Tony was an entirely different ballgame and Krista already knew what the score was before she started playing. “No, it was no one. Seriously, it was no one. I just overslept.”

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One More Chance, the prequel to Stay With Me, is now available for 99 cents!

#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me (D’Amato Brothers) #contemporary #irromance #romance #newadult #youngadult

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Blurb: 

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.


Unedited Extended Snippet: 

“We should sue!”

Tony dismissed Joey’s call to action as he ate spaghetti with his brothers. Upon leaving Jamal’s shop, Tony went straight home and tried to figure out what he wanted to do. He could try going into another barbershop, but he was afraid of experiencing the same thing.

Society kept telling Tony to be himself. Yet, when it came to doing just that, he was ridiculed and mocked. He kept his mouth shut and people wondered what he was really hiding. He only spoke about intelligent things and then he got slack for stepping out of his lane.

Damn if he did, damn if he didn’t.

Personality aside, Tony was more concerned about where he was going to work. Maybe being a barber wasn’t the thing for him. Maybe he needed to go into a profession where no one would expect him to keep it real. Maybe he should become an actor and move to Hollywood. He’ll be amongst fake-ass people on the daily and he would fit right in.

“How Jamal treated you was bullshit!” Joey scoffed. “Acting black? What the hell does that mean? He just stereotyped his entire race!”

“Jamal was pretty much saying our dear baby brother was pulling a Miley Cyrus,” Nick added as he passed the salad, “taking certain parts of the culture that makes him comfortable like slang, hip-hop, and soul food, but remaining silent on the icky parts like police brutality, gentrification, and racism that black people face on a daily basis.” He paused for a brief moment. “So yes, Jamal is a segaiolo.”

Testa di cazzo.” Kieran shook his head. “And because Tony quit, there’s really no case?”

“On what basis?” Nick replied. “What Jamal did was stupid, but not illegal or unethical. He could merely defend himself and say he was asking Tony to act more professional and no judge will disagree.”

“I figured as much,” Nicola chimed in as she sat back down. “I guess Tony will take a small hiatus before he goes job hunting for a new salon. Someone is always hiring.”

“Or…” A lightbulb went off in Joey’s head. “…you can start your own.” He turned to the other brother currently stuffing his face and not offering any input whatsoever. “Yo, Eli? That building you just purchased for Faye, the other side is still available for purchase, right?”

Eli quickly swallowed. He had a busy day of making bouquets and Bridezilla women who were probably sweet girls when they weren’t getting married. The man put a ring on it and instant bitch made her appearance. “Yeah, I think it is.”

“Let’s buy that shop, renovate it, and have Tony open his own shop.” Joey suggested.

“Hey, that’s a great idea!” Nicola suggested. “And you can make it all pretty with lots of mirrors and nice décor!”

All of the men turned their heads towards their mother. “Pretty?” Tony asked. “The hell I look like?”

Kieran squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Can somebody please…?”

Nick reached over and popped Tony in the back of his head. “Hey!” Tony rubbed his head.

“Watch your mouth in front of mama.” Nick sternly warned.

“But he has a point, though,” Joey added, “pretty for a barbershop?”

“Barbershops are always so manly and do the same things,” Nicola shrugged, “there’s nothing wrong with being pretty.”

“Forget how Barbie pink we’re going to make it,” Nick began as Tony slyly flipped him off, “is this doable? How long will it take to do this?”

“It’s doable and it’ll probably be done within a few months,” Kieran guesstimated, “but Tony will need to build his clientele well before that. A few months from now people will forget Tony was ever a barber.”

“I see what you’re saying but it’s too soon for my own shop,” Tony interjected, “I need more time to establish myself first.”

“It’ll never be the right time, bro,” Joey replied and the rest of the brothers agreed. He pointed towards Eli. “He said it wasn’t the right time for his flower business and look!” He pointed at Nick. “He said it was too soon to pursue his Master’s and look at him now! It’ll always be too soon but it’ll never be too late.”

It would be advice Tony would use later in life. “I see what you’re saying and you’re all making some really good points but I don’t know if I’m ready for such a big responsibility. I don’t know the first thing about running a business!”

“You know about customer service,” Kieran chimed in. “You’re very good with your clients.”

“You know what looks good and what’s hot in the streets,” Nick added. “That’s not something anyone can brag about.”

“And I’ll run things from the business angle.” Joey agreed. “I’ll hire a receptionist, who will also double as inventory control. We’ll get the best barbers in town – the hungry ones who just want to cut hair and not deal with ego.”

“Plus, if we get that building, you’ll be close to family.” Eli added. “You can sleep over at me and Faye’s anytime if you’re too tired to come back here.”

The last point was the most telling. Tony would’ve jumped at the chance if it meant he would see Krista on a regular basis. The mere thought he would have a shop right next to hers made his stomach churn a little.

He didn’t hate her, though he wished he did. Instead, he was in love with the woman and hoped for a chance to make things right with her. The wedding was just a few weeks prior and Krista was already on her second boyfriend, post-Tony.

He wanted to ask if that was truly her – a woman who was never single and yet could never keep a man. Tony knew it wasn’t the real Krista, but he still didn’t know why she was so…friendly with a lot of men. He couldn’t bear to call her a whore.

She was so much more than that, yet it seemed Krista didn’t see it. Tony wasn’t a psychologist and he didn’t pretend to be one. He knew there was something amiss about Krista’s behavior but he couldn’t decide if he wanted to know for the truth might make him violent.

Was ignorance truly bliss when it came to matters of the heart?


 

Stay With Me will be out next month. Cover reveal coming soon. Preview chapters will be posted on wattpad soon.

 

#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me (D’Amato Brothers)

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Blurb: 

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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Siena was warm and smelled like baby powder. She was so soft and her dark hair laid against her skin. She briefly smiled between naps and stretched out her fingers against Krista’s bare skin.

She was in love with the little girl, and it didn’t matter Siena didn’t come from her.

If Krista wanted to be with Tony, she would have to accept Siena. She would also have to come to terms on her role in Siena’s life. Tony had a lot of help from his brothers, his mother, the other D’Amato wives, and he clearly utilized Kieran’s nanny service.

Tony didn’t have a full-time woman in his home, who could raise Siena.  Siena would have the best care in the world and no doubt the family would make sure of it. But she wouldn’t have someone teach her the basics of how to be a woman. She wouldn’t have someone give her the street smarts but encourage her to go to college, like Nicola did with all of her sons.

Siena needed a mother in the home, not a nanny who went to her family every night.

“You’re a natural at this, Kris.” He softly spoke.

Krista smiled. She had plenty of practice with Faith’s children. Even when the little girls came in to get their hair done, she always spoke to them like little adults, and never used baby talk with them.

That was different. Just like the feelings she had about Tony using a nanny, Krista effectively was a nanny to those girls at the salon. She would do their hair, get to know them, and once they were done, she didn’t see them again until the next appointment.

She knew she couldn’t separate her feelings from Siena like that. It wasn’t fair to the little girl and most importantly, it wouldn’t be fair to Tony. He deserved someone who would give his baby girl all of the attention in the world and shower her with love.

Krista knew eventually they would come to that point. She also knew it would take some time. She also had the issue of getting rid of Marc, the boyfriend who was never around because making money was more important than her feelings.

Was she about to jump back into a relationship with Tony and play stepmom to a baby he had with someone else? What if they didn’t work out? Krista would be alone again and Tony probably wouldn’t talk to her anymore.

She simply couldn’t risk that abandonment a second time. “I need to go,” Krista gave Siena to Tony and hurriedly packed her overnight bag upstairs. She came back downstairs and let out a deep sigh. “I…I just need to think about this, Tony. I don’t know if I can do this.”

Tony’s nodded. “If you can’t, I need to know soon. I don’t want to waste your time.”

“It’s not about wasting my time, Tony. You know this.” Krista looked over at Tony and felt her heart squeeze the air out of her. Fatherhood came naturally to him and seeing the way he coddled Siena made her heart jump. “I’m not the maternal type. You were with me when the doctor pretty much said if I tried to have children, I would need a lot of medical intervention and it wouldn’t come easily.” Her lips trembled in frustration. “I can’t play stepmom to your child and if we break up again, that’s it. No more Krista and Siena.”

Tony walked over towards Krista and caressed her cheek. She let him and leaned into his hand. “You think we’re going to break up again?”

“We’re dating now?” She forced a smile through salty tears.

“Yes.” He declared. “You’ve always been mine.”

He was right. Tony had owned Krista’s heart for much longer than they’d been together. He’d never lied or deceived her. If time heals all wounds, Krista wondered if there would ever be enough between them. “I have a boyfriend,” she reminded him.

“Who didn’t bother to spend the most romantic day of the year with you.” He sharply replied. “No man, no matter how much money he has, will leave his girlfriend alone on Valentine’s Day. That’s not a partner; that’s something to do.”

“I need time, Tony,” she reemphasized, “this is a lot for me. We need to go slow on this.”

“What are you afraid of?” He asked. “Of Siena?”

“Yes.” She answered. “I’m afraid I’m going to fall in love with that little girl and then we’ll be nothing. I don’t want to open my heart again to you, only for it to be crushed again. If we break up, are you going to block me from your life again? Are you going to tell Siena not to talk to me?”

Tony was quiet for a long moment. “You know I wouldn’t do that.”

“I hope you wouldn’t do it but I don’t know, Tony.” Krista finally let out the sigh that strangled her heart. “It’s not the right time.”

“It’ll never be the right time.” He pulled her close to his chest.

Krista breathed in Tony’s masculine scent. He was younger than her, yet she felt so protected by him. There was no place she would rather be than in his arms, comforting her. She smelled Siena’s fresh baby scent and fell in love with her all over again. “Maybe the past was better just left being there.”

Tony was quiet for a long time. He was so quiet, Krista didn’t know if he was still breathing. She finally looked up at him and read the hurt in his eyes. There was a lot of regret and emotion, though she wasn’t quite sure if it all had to do with her.

“If this is too soon, Kris, I get it.” He finally spoke. “But it’s not too late.”


 

Stay With Me will be out by the end of the year.

#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me (D’Amato Brothers)

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Blurb: 

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.


Unedited Snippet: 

“You knew I couldn’t have children and you still went and got somebody pregnant!” Krista pointed out. “Why aren’t you with her now? You two broke up and now you wanna come back?”

“Me come back to you? Oh, that’s rich.” Tony’s eyes darkened. “I wasn’t the one begging for forgiveness last night. Oh, where did that Krista go? When she was all over me last night, she couldn’t wait to break up with her boyfriend so she can finally ride this dick like she promised. But this morning, she’s no longer here because I have a daughter now?”

“This has nothing to do with the child, Tony. This has everything to do with us. How you know it’ll be hard for me to conceive a baby and you got someone pregnant. That’s the part that kills me.” Tears threatened to fall down but Krista’s pride wouldn’t let them. “So, where is she? Where’s the baby mama? Why aren’t you with her instead of entertaining me?”

“Because she’s dead,” Tony’s voice was cold and low. “Have anything else you want to say about the dead mother of my child?”


 

Whoops.

Stay With Me will be out by the end of this year.

I’m also looking for beta readers/brainstorming divas to be a part of a temporary group regarding this particular story due to the storyline and numerous issues/conflicts that will come with it. I’m looking for a maximum of 10 people. If you’re interested, just shoot me a line:  eroticamistress@gmail.com

 

FlashFriday: Stay With Me (D’Amato Brothers)

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Blurb: 

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.

Her Soul is now LIVE!

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Blurb: 

I almost ruined his reputation because of a printed lie. Yet, he saved my life.

I was wounded and vengeful, from a past that jaded my present and future. Soul vowed to protect and heal me, despite how much damage I’d inflicted on him.

He was my mirror and I was his reflection. He knew me, accepted my demons as his, and loved me unconditionally.

He was my everything.

He was My Soul.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series continues with Her Soul, a sexy venture into the fashion industry, the #metoo movement and finding love in unexpected places.


 

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Soul slowly opens the door and peeks his head inside. “Did you want to talk about what the hell just happened?”

I wrap my arms around my knees and rest on them. Soul walks inside and sits at a comfortable distance on my bed. “Soul, I just got out of a bad relationship. I’m staying with you until I feel better but I still have a life to get back to in L.A. You’re situated here in Harlem. I don’t do long-distance relationships and I’m pretty sure you don’t, neither.”

“I don’t,” he agrees with me, “but I want to see where this goes. It could be beautiful or a disaster.”

“And that’s the thing,” I joke through sadness, “I don’t want a category five storm that will leave me shook for all eternity.”

“If you don’t want this, Ari, I’ll respect it.” Soul stood up. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable at any time here. Nothing will change between us because nothing happened. We’re good.” He winks at me. “Good night.” He left my room.

I remain in the same position forever after Soul leaves. I don’t bother to go chasing him like some groupie. I stay firmly in my room and take several deep breaths. I’m about to go back to L.A. and make a name for myself. I’m going to be on TV and I’m going to be a household name.

As I wash my face and get ready for bed, I can’t help but to feel I just made a huge mistake. I feel like we’re on a Very Special Episode with the cheesy violins and strings on some 80’s Friday sitcom about the importance of relationships and sex. Or worst, we’re on another Very Important Episode about teenagers doing adult things and facing the consequences of said actions.

Neither one of us are teens, but the adult consequences of are actions are still very real.

I rush out of my bedroom and go back downstairs to Soul. He’s getting another bowl of popcorn ready and he’s quiet. Over the last several weeks, I learned that when Soul is in a good mood, he hums. When Soul is in a so-so mood, he’s unusually quiet.

He’s not upset, but he’s definitely not happy.

He gets a beer from the fridge and pops it open, taking a long pull from it. He finally meets my attention and just looks at me. “Did you need anything, Ari?”

“Actually, yes.” I rush over to him and sweep my lips over his. Soul barely has enough time to put the beer down before he wrapped his arms around my body. His lips were soft as he applied just a little pressure on me.

His tongue swept the inside of my mouth, tasting and exploring me. He kissed me like a man full of confidence and exploration; not someone aggressive and sloppy. I sighed and moaned in response and that encouraged Soul to kiss me deeper.

He lifted me up and hoisted me on the counter as he stood between my thighs. He growled my name and my body sighed in response. My fingers became lost in his hair when his lips sucked on my neck. The pounding of my heartbeat became deafening and the dampness in my panties increased my desire.

I wrapped my thighs around Soul’s waist and ground against him, anxious to feel him deeper. My clit throbbed for his touch and my breasts became heavy and tender. Soul’s kisses deepened, taking over my senses and I lost all sense of control. When his body pressed against mine, I felt how rapid his heartbeat was, though he was under control.

My shirt came off, along with his. He stood back and stared at my body. Once again, I became self-conscious and covered up my breasts but he quickly pulled my hands down. “No, I want to see them. I want to see how beautiful they are.”

I bit back threatening tears as waves of emotion washed over me. I was always ashamed of my body and Jared’s blistering comments never helped. My booty was never big enough. My waist was becoming too wide. My nipples looked awkward. It was always something with him.

With Soul, he appreciated me – all of me. He lowered his head again and took my mouth with an aggression he’d previously kept hidden. His tongue explored my mouth yet again and I rose to the challenge. I wanted Soul. I needed him inside me.

“If you want me to see them, I want you to show me.” He whispered.

We both knew what he was doing. He wanted me to be in control of everything. He wanted me to control the narrative and what happened. Maybe it was his way of acquiesced my needs or maybe he wanted to cover his ass considering what just happened to him.

Nevertheless, I pushed him back. With a sly smile, I unhooked my bra and revealed my breasts to him. Soul licked his lips and cupped them within his hands. He kissed one, then the other. His mouth surrounded my breast while a free hand gently twisted the nipple.

“Soul…” My voice became breathless and full of ache. It only matched the yearning between my thighs. He pulled back and my eyes flew open. He was breathing hard and stared at me with the same intensity.

“More?” He asked and I feverishly nodded. “Good.” He pulled off my shorts and panties before he spread me wide open on his counter. He looked down at my pussy and smiled. “Beautiful.”

I blushed and closed my eyes on the embarrassment. Before I could fully react, I felt Soul’s fingers brush against my clit. His thumb padded my swollen clit as he inserted another inside. His fingers were long and skillful, knowing how much pressure to put on and when to pull back.

My body began to ride his fingers as he kissed my neck. I softly moaned; my body seized by incredible pleasure, and wanting more of it. He’d seized my body upon my command and was careful to play by my rules.

I became greedy for Soul; I wanted everything from him – his love, attention, and protection. He owned me. He had control over me. I couldn’t wait to give him enough.

My legs began to shake and my breathing became harder to control. Lust took over my senses and nothing else mattered. My only focus was climaxing, yet Soul was giving me sweet denial of it.

“You want to come, Ari?” He teased me and I nodded. “No, I want you to say it.”

“I want to come!” My voice came out shaky and pleading, almost crying.

“Good. You may.” He ordered.

I came with a soft cry as I held onto Soul. Pleasure rippled through me and I felt reborn. I needed that climax. I needed that release. I used to be shy about my orgasms and can admit I faked more than I should’ve with Jared. With Soul, I didn’t have to fake. He wouldn’t let me.

I came with a soft cry as I held onto Soul. Pleasure rippled through me and I felt reborn. I needed that climax. I needed that release. I used to be shy about my orgasms and can admit I faked more than I should’ve with Jared. With Soul, I didn’t have to fake. He wouldn’t let me.

I thought everything was done until I saw Soul hook one of my legs behind his shoulder as he lowered himself. Before I could protest, his tongue swept over my clit. I manage to hold onto the kitchen faucet as Soul licked my wet slit, teasing and tasting me.

He pulled my cunt closer to his face and I barely had time to hold onto the counter. The soft moans I had before become louder. His tongue became faster and hungrier. My body responded with more vibrations and movements.

I screamed out my climax and Soul didn’t stop. I came a third time and had to push him away. He kissed my both thighs, my mound, up to my tummy before he sucked both breasts again. He then kissed me.

“When’s your interview?” He asks.

“Next week.” I breathed.

He placed his forehead against mine. I feel how hard and sweaty his body his. His breath is intense and still full of my love. Soul simply nods and takes a pull from his beer. He offers me a drink and I greedily take it.

He cleans me off and helps me dress again. “Did you want to finish watching the movie?” He asks.

“Um, sure.” I reply. I make my way back to the living room. I don’t know what the hell just happened but I definitely know I want more of it. I only have one more week and that’s it.

From a short distance, I hear Soul humming a song. It’s “Two Occasions” by The Deele.


 

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#SundaySnippet: Her Soul (Ellison Brothers #5)

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Blurb: 

I almost ruined his reputation because of a printed lie. Yet, he saved my life.

I was wounded and vengeful, from a past that jaded my present and future. Soul vowed to protect and heal me, despite how much damage I’d inflicted on him.

He was my mirror and I was his reflection. He knew me, accepted my demons as his, and loved me unconditionally.

He was my everything.

He was My Soul.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series continues with Her Soul, a sexy venture into the fashion industry, the #metoo movement and finding love in unexpected places.


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He was not just a person; Soul was a vibe, a mood, a lifestyle. He was everything and more. I became an addict to him in the worst way. I began to become so wrapped into him, I didn’t know what I even liked any more.

This man had swagger by the bucket loads and nothing was ever too much for him. It was never too much food. It was never too many gifts. It was never too clean. It was never too messy. It was never too much love. It was never too much sex.

Except me. I was too much for him.

He brought me pain and pleasure, and turned my world onto its axis and left an indefinable mark. So naturally, I ran. I ran as far as I could. I’d been burned before and Soul witnessed it. I couldn’t let him finish it.

I hear a knock at my door and stupidly answer it. As I stand within the door jamb of my living room apartment, the energy and love from the man who I betrayed not once, but twice, hits me like a Mack truck. There’s anger swirling in his eyes and his lips are pursed together.

My heart lurches forward and my breath is caught in my throat. I swallow the bile that threatens to come out, though my body is so perfectly attune to his with a yearning only he could bring out.

Soul is stunningly gorgeous with dark hair and light eyes that alternate between light blue and grey. All of the Ellison brothers are easy on the eyes, but Soul had a swag that was cultivated by the streets. He didn’t try to pretend he was rich, because he was wealthy. He didn’t act like a billionaire, though he was certified.

He was the prime bad boy combination that made my knees weak and my panties wet – a man who was street smart but also had the mindset of a Wall Street investor. He would be comfortable watching the Knicks just like he would be at an opera, though we both knew he would’ve preferred being at courtside.

He smells absolutely wonderful, like musk and a little bit of wealth he occasionally flashes. He’s wearing a business casual black suit with a white open collar shirt. His hand tattoos are clearly visible though his sleeves are fully covered.

No dress shoes. No matter where he goes, Soul is always in his sneakers. He once said he would wear sneakers on our wedding day and I wasn’t even mad at that. I would’ve been upset if he didn’t.

Thoughts of Jordan almonds and frilly dresses escape me as I stare at my ex. A lot has changed within the two years since our breakup. He’d grown more successful and well, I’m just scraping to get by at times.

I don’t talk about him ever. Not online, not to friends, and not even to anyone who knew we were together. The past was just that.

So I thought.

He’s beyond pissed at me and I can’t blame him. He introduced me to his world and I still left. There was no room for me there and we both knew it. It wasn’t smart to waste anyone’s time when we both knew what the end result was going to be.

I fold my arms and lean against the door jamb. He won’t intimidate me with his wealth or presence. Not before. Not again. I say that to myself, though my body is responding quite differently. “Soul…” His name escapes my lips.

He holds out his hand and I look down at it. Just like I remembered, it was warm and full of life. Not a single callous on those strong hands that once caressed every crevice of my body. “I’m here to take you back home.”

I let out the sigh I didn’t know I held. My tongue briefly wets my dry lips and my shoulders relax. This man had a strangulation hold on me and I know that’s not good. I also know I don’t want him to ever let me go.

He closes the distance between us and sweeps his lips over mine. He kisses me with a possession that silently declares who I belong to and why I will never seek any other. His mouth is hungry for mine; his tongue is playfully and full of desire.

I whimper against his mouth and sigh into it. He answers me with a welcome groan and his hands that were respectful and still at his body, now explore all of me. My nipples tighten and my sex softly thuds against the small dampness in my panties.

I welcome his love back again, though it had never left. It will never leave. “Where’s home?” I breathlessly ask.

Soul cups my face within his hands and touches his forehead against mine. I feel his heart pound against his chest, though his breathing is calm and collected like nothing major just happened. I melt into his body, and feel the warmth encompassing both of us.

He finally speaks and says the only thing that matters: “Harlem.”


 

Her Soul will be out this week.

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#TeaserTuesday: Her Soul (Ellison Brothers #5)

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Blurb: 

I almost ruined his reputation because of a printed lie. Yet, he saved my life.

I was wounded and vengeful from a past that jaded my present and future. Soul vowed to protect and heal me, despite how much damage I’d inflicted on him.

He was my mirror and I was his reflection. He knew me, accepted my demons as his, and loved me unconditionally.

He was my everything.

He was My Soul.

Bestselling and USA Today featured author Vera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series continues with Her Soul, a sexy venture into the fashion industry, the #metoo movement and finding love in unexpected places.


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“Ari, do you know where I got the inspiration for the dog collars from?” Soul asks me, lightly rubbing his goatee.

“I’m aware of it,” I hastily defend, “Snoop Dogg. It wasn’t cool that he did it, neither.”

He leans forward and stares into my eyes. His eyes are a brilliant light color, alternating between bluish-green to cobalt blue depending on how emotional he becomes. They’re stunning against his pale skin tone and fade. Add in his tattooed sleeve and roughneck demeanor, it’s not a surprise this particular Ellison is highly sought after by every woman.

I would put myself in that category but I’m not sure if I even like this dude yet. He’s intelligent and calculating but he’s also frustrating as all get out. What’s even worse is that he’s one of the sexiest men I have ever laid eyes on. I’m at the crossroads between wanting to fight him and wanting to ride his tongue.

“Do you know how many non-black women objected to what Snoop Dogg did?” He asks me. I shrug. “Absolutely zero.” He pauses and takes a sip of his coffee before he settles back into the booth. “Before you go fighting for all women, make sure all women are also fighting for you.”

“Oh, so because white women weren’t mad at a black man parading two black women around like dogs, you think the same should go for you?” I retort.

Soul briefly looks out the window and continues to rub his goatee. He lets out a small deep breath and I briefly get a whiff of his intoxicating cologne. Damn, he’s so incredibly sexy yet there’s a quietness about him. It’s clear he’s choosing his words very carefully. Not because he doesn’t want to hurt my feelings but rather, he doesn’t want to repeat a word.

“When Snoop Dogg pulled that stunt, the only complainers were black women. They still complain about it. They get shut down every time they do. When I did it, the complainers were white women. Now all of a sudden, I owe them an apology they’re not going to get. They cite my parents, my brothers, and I say, ‘Your point is what…?

“Everyone wants to act like they’re some liberal yet gentrification is happening everywhere you look. What’s the first thing the gentrifiers want to do when they move into your neighborhood? Change it. They don’t want to embrace. They want to change what they don’t like. And the first thing they change? What their neighbors look like. Are they trying to help you find affordable housing? Are they scoping leads? They don’t care.

“A little black girl goes missing damn near every day in this country; not a peep on national news. Her story is forgotten as soon as it’s opened. Meanwhile, 20-year-old Karen with the brown freckles and curly hair has the FBI, a story on Dateline, and search dogs.” Soul chuckles and shakes his head. “Ida B. Wells fought for all women; Susan B. Anthony only fought for white women. Nicki Minaj and Cardi B. are considered ghetto while Miley Cyrus is the hottest thing since sliced bread. A black woman started the #metoo movement and yet the primary faces of it are white women.” Soul leans forward and stares into my eyes. “So while you’re doing the ‘all women rah rah rah’ chant, the others aren’t thinking about you and they never will. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.”

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Her Soul will be out next week.

Now Absolutely FREE: Her Savior (Ellison Brothers #1)

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Blurb: 

I need to get out of the hood.

Like pronto.

Like expeditiously.

Interning at a law firm where there are nothing but white folks and very few black faces may not be my ticket to go. I don’t want to get trapped somewhere between a Pumpkin Spice Latte convention and the Sunken Place.

Yet, when I do cross paths with him, well, it’s game over.

Every girl has that line they will not cross. Savior Ellison was that line.


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“Why are you here?” I ask him. Might as well get straight to the point without the bullshit.

“I’m here because I was curious if there was anything I can do to convince you about my offer,” he slowly turns to me, “I want you and I won’t stop until I actually have you.”

“Why me?” I ask. “Why not some other down on her luck, round the way girl here. There’s a dime a dozen here for you to choose.” I pause briefly. “Since you seem to be into that type of thing.”

“That type of thing?” Savior repeats. “What do you think is going on here?”

“Rich white boy sees poor black girl as a personal fuck toy and will give her some money for her services when he’s done,” I stare at him dead in his eyes, “it’s prostitution under the guise of charity.”

“You think I do this all of the time?” Savior chuckles.

I don’t like that he’s laughing. It already tells me I’m dead-ass wrong. I personally don’t like his chuckling because it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. But mama didn’t raise a punk and I’m not about to back down. “Yes.”

“Do I look like the type of guy who will spend a lot of time here in Inglewood?” He counters. “Look at me. Do I look like I come here all of the time trolling for pussy?”

Savior is dressed down in a sweater and jeans, both which are perfectly tailored to his fit body. He looks and smells wealthy, expensive, and my personal new favorite, just plain masculine. He could get any woman he wanted and according to Google, he just about has.

He’s been linked to Hollywood starlets and other wealthy socialites. He even has a few fan pages on tumblr and Facebook, though I get the feeling he doesn’t care about any of that. “Why me?”

“Ever since I saw you, I can’t get you out of my mind. When we ran into each other, my only thought was to see how you would sound and feel beneath me. And I need to see if this is real or just a fantasy.”

I’m ignoring the sensations created by my body and trying to focus on the task itself. “You do this with all of your interns?”

“No, you’re the lucky one.” He counters.

“Am I really?” I grin.

“Yes,” he states. He was about to continue when the all-too familiar sounds of a siren interrupts his train of thought.

“You get used to it,” I reply, “it could be an emergency, it could be a gang member, it could be a GTA, and that’s normally what it is.” I shrug. “This is my life, Savior. Ain’t no pussy worth coming over here and possibly getting shot up because someone sees your ride parked out and think they want that now.”

“Your life is more in danger than mine, Keisha.” He replies. “I’m a rich white man in Inglewood. They won’t harm me because they know how fast the cops would be here if they do.” His finger caresses my face and my body warms to it. “You’re more in danger for just stepping outside of your home.”

The man has a point. “What is that you want from me?” I repeat.

“I came over to see if you made any progress on what you wanted in exchange. I know my offer was generous but I’m sure you have an equally-good counter offer.” He pauses. “I also hope maybe my appearance would be able to make you see things my way.”

“I haven’t thought about what I would like in exchange.” The images of floating money enter my mind but I have to snap out of it. I already feel like a low-rate prostitute for entertaining white boy’s offer and I’m not about to make it official.

“How about…” He lies down on my bed and pulls me along with him. “…a new car?”

My little Honda Civic is only five years old. It has decent mileage and I’m a bit ashamed to say how often it was used as a getaway car for some shit Jalen has done. “Maybe.”

Savior’s hands travel up my midsection and under my shirt. He softly kisses my neck and a small moan comes out of me. “A new wardrobe?”

“Forever 21 is just fine,” I thought about what he asked and thought I could use fresher clothing for the law firm, “I can use a few more slacks.”

“New sneaks?” He whispers. “Tasha told me you were a sneakerhead.”

I slowly nod as I feel my jeans becoming undone and Savior’s slips a hand inside them. He’s rubbing my pussy through the soft pink fabric of my panties. “I love Jordans.” I sigh.

Savior’s lips caress mine again and he softly explores my mouth with his tongue. His tongue is skillful, delirious, and hungry for me. I lose my fingers within his silken locks and wonder if this is really happening.

Savior slides his body down mine and pulls my jeans off me. He lays between my thighs and pulls my panties aside to see my almost-bald snatch. Without saying another word, his tongue caresses my clit and I’m sent home to glory.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my pussy closer to his face. His tongue is delectable, greedy, and just fucking wonderful. My body starts riding his tongue with every stroke and lick.

His tongue softly flicked my clit back and forth as I felt the stubble on his face. His tongue circled me and I felt the emotion down to my spine. My soft mewls became throaty moans and I was so thankful Tasha and SoundCloud were not at home. I would’ve never heard the end of it from those niggas.

The fire slowly builds in my tummy. It started at the pit of my stomach and traveled up until I scream out my climax. Flashes of white light compound me and my body is in a vise of pleasure.

I feel Savior pull my panties down and gets off my bed. I slowly open my eyes and see him in front of my mirror, straightening out his sweater and fixing his hair. “I hope I made my point,” he turns back to me and winks. “It’s Saturday afternoon now. You have until Monday morning to decide what you want.” He grabs my Wal-Mart panties and stuffs them in his pocket. His phone rings and he answers it. “I’ll be out now.”  He stuffs the phone into his other pocket and pulls out his car keys. “In case you need more convincing, I left you a brand-new gift.” He tosses the keys over to me. “I hope you enjoy it.”

I pick up the keys and they’re to the BMW SUV parked outside. What I thought was just a sexual relationship is starting to turn into something more and I’m not sure if my black ass actually likes that. “Savior, I can’t…”

He sweeps his lips over mine. I taste him and myself on his tongue. His kiss is demanding, but not overbearing. He means business and I can tell this is going to be an arrangement that will be deeper than what both of us expected it to be.

He pulls back from me and stares into my eyes. “Monday at eleven is your deadline. You’re already on my schedule.” He kisses me again. “I’ll see you then, Keisha.” He leaves.

I already have a car and tuition that will be paid for should I finally take him up on the offer. Of course, the boss bitch in me wonders if the car has my name on it or if it’s just loaner until later. I’m not worried about that, though. I’m more concerned about the specific details of this arrangement.

I’ll guess I’ll find out on Monday. This could be everything or the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. Only one way to find out.


 

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The newly-released version of Her Savior will include snippets of Simply Complicated (Ellison Brothers #2) and Her Ocean (Ellison Brothers #3).