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#SnippetSunday: Clouded

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


Blurb:

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

Love is always a gamble to take. 


Unedited Snippet:

“Isn’t it the Devil himself?”

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

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

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

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

“I would say the same.” She smarted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Wifey (Finesse #2) is available at Amazon. To read an extended snippet, click here.

Clouded will be out in April 2021.

Posted in New Adult Romances, News & Updates

#TeaserTuesday: Finesse

A/N: This was supposed to be live already but it’s not. So, until then, I’ll post another snippet and will send out the buy links.

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

Blurb:

Caught between choosing me and running his empire, I knew which way he would lean. He was the most powerful man in East Atlanta and I was his. He laced me up with the finest and I never had to ask for anything; it was just given to me. 

With every corner on lock, my mind couldn’t ignore the destruction and devastation he’d caused even in his own family. My body yearned to have him and every lonely night was a reminder of what was. 

He promised he would take care of me forever as long as I looked the other way. The other way, however, is harder to look at if blood splatters your feet. 

I knew him as Cameron but the world knew him as Finesse. 

Snippet:

“Is there a reason why I had to be blindfolded for this?” I hold onto Cameron for dear life as we walk down a quiet alley. I’m not a fan of being blindfolded, even though that’s Cameron’s kink. And I’m not a fan of being blindfolded in an unfamiliar place. I clearly trust this white boy too much. 

Cameron sent the driver back to the hotel to drop off my bags as we went to our last adventure. We had dinner at another great restaurant and I took some pictures for the ‘Gram to showcase my beautiful meal. 

We walked around the city with Cameron’s security not too far from us at any given time. He showed me different parts of Harlem he was very familiar with. I asked him the different places he’d visited and was very impressed by his passport stamps. 

He’d lived in a variety of places in just a short time and had that little bit in common with Laurie, my mother. He’d learned to read people well, and scope out an area before fully coming into it. He never liked being blindsided by something or someone. 

Cameron’s demeanor changed depending on whom he was with. When he was with his boys, he could be serious or playful, but never both. With me, he was boyish, funny, and romantic. With his parents, always respectful and acquiescent. 

It was something he’d learned from his father and studied very well. They were alike in many ways. They had the same charming smile, the way they could start a conversation with just anyone and have that person be enamored with them; how they knew the most random facts and completely useless information yet made it all seem like it was something everyone had to know. 

They both enjoyed a good, expensive Cuban, and Eric taught Cameron how to golf because that was expected growing up wealthy. They didn’t spend a lot of time with each other but when they did, it was always barbeques, watching a game (usually in person and always, front row seats), and taking time for the regular photo-ops for their fans.

They were also different in many ways. Eric was very traditional in his appearance and was rarely caught without wearing a polo or his Oxfords. Cameron loved his Jordans and jeans, and rarely strayed away from them. 

Eric’s friends and associates looked exactly like him, thought like him, and acted like him; Cameron was the white dot in a sea of chocolate and it seemed he preferred it that way. Cameron never spoke slang, not because he didn’t want to offend me but rather, he just didn’t want to. Eric was the probably the type that still said getting jiggy with it.

I still couldn’t help the obvious contrast in their lives. Sons rarely strayed away from their fathers in both attitude and lifestyle, yet it seemed Eric accepted it. Eric and Cameron were thick as thieves and were each other’s biggest fans.

I spent more time wondering about that more I was comfortable with. Cameron was taking me to a private place and I’m blindfolded walking down Harlem. I heard whispers and not-so private comments about what was going on. On-lookers were surprisingly respectful, though I get the feeling they had to be, not necessarily they wanted to. 

“We’re here.” Cameron’s deep voice brings me back to my senses. We’re inside a shop and I honestly can’t tell what kind it is. It’s awfully quiet and I don’t hear any other voices with the exception of one. I heard Cameron talking to someone in the distance. 

“Just lock it up when you’re done, kid.” An older man tells Cameron. “Have fun.” He leaves. 

I don’t know if I should stand or sit so I just fold my arms and hope I don’t look too stupid. “Where are we?” I finally ask after a long silence. 

“Take off the blindfold, baby.” He instructs me and I hurriedly take it off. I look around see it’s a record store. I shrug. 

“Okay?” I question. “Why are we here?”

“My, your memory is surely going at your old age.” Cameron chuckles at me and I stick my tongue out. He lays down a few blankets and I see a picnic basket to the side. He lays down on the blankets and motions for me to join him. “I do recall a certain young lady wanted to lay down and listen to records all night. So, you have your pick of the litter.” He pops open a bottle of champagne and pours two glasses. “We have the whole store to ourselves. Security will be outside guarding it and we can leave anytime you want to head back to the hotel.” He hands me a glass and clinks it. “To you, baby. Happy Birthday. I hope it’s the first of many more we’ll celebrate.”

And so it began, we spent the evening listening to old records and enjoying each other. Shalamar serenaded us with “This is for the Lover in You” as we fed each other strawberries. The System warmed our bodies with “Don’t Disturb This Groove.” We talked about Prince’s genius pen when “I Feel For You” by Chaka Khan was played. 

We must’ve listened to dozens of songs and yet, it felt like we just got started with our night. When I excitedly explained how much I loved “Groove Me,” Cameron didn’t make fun of my choice. Instead, we went into a lengthy discussion about Teddy Riley.

We slow danced to “Whip Appeal” and made out during “Sweet Love.” It was so romantic, so perfect, and so…everything I’ve ever wanted.