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#SundaySnippet: A Boy is a Gun (Finesse #3)


Unedited Snippet:

Checking my cell phone for the umpteenth time that day, there was no word from Taylor at all. I wanted to chalk up her emotions to the pregnancy and she was just all over the place. I knew that was bullshit. 

She really didn’t want to be with me at all. 

I wish I could say I didn’t know what the hell happened but I know better. Once Taylor had calmed down and got some clarity about everything, she packed up and left. No good-bye note. No big dramatic exit. No cursing or fighting. She packed up her shit and left. 

I can’t say I blame her. I put her and the baby in real harm and they could’ve been killed. Could’ve been. I knew they weren’t going to be and Taylor now knows that. But if she wanted to leave, she was going to leave no matter how I felt about it. 

I gave up the life for her and Taylor still left me on read. I love Taylor and want to be with her. She’s also having my baby. I need them both in my life. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get them back and I will. 

I walk back outside in the blazing Atlantic City heat and hopped into the awaiting Escalade, where Que is in the backseat. He’s on the phone with another contact and I just let him talk. He’s running things now and I’m just along for the ride. 

“Keep me posted.” He gets off the phone and tosses it on the seat. “We got a problem.”

“Oh?” I motion to the driver and he puts the truck into drive. 

“Atlanta P.D. has a newfound interest in the Administration because of what happened to Jacqueline. She was their contact for a lot of stuff.” Que scrolled through his phone. “To say they’re a little upset with her death is putting it nicely.”

I shrug. “Tell me why I should care.” 

“She had a contact with the police department, who has a contact at the DEA…” Que trails off and pauses for a moment. I don’t rush Que because I know he’s trying to collect his thoughts. He doesn’t like to repeat himself and always makes sure he says something one time with enough explanation where no one could be confused as to what he said. “…how close are you with your Pops?”

The hair on my neck stands up. My father and I have a complicated relationship. We’re close but it’s still a question if we’re close because we’re related or we’re keeping track of what the other does. I think it’s a combination of both. After all, how many fathers and sons can honestly say they’ve fucked the same woman?

Once my father got wind of me being a street pharmacist, he didn’t give me the good ol’ Just Say No speech that was so damn popular when white people in the White House were sprinkling crack in the Black neighborhoods, but didn’t want their white kids doped up.  

My father decided he wanted in and he was willing to do whatever he could to make sure he succeeded. 

A fellow Congressman has a cocaine habit? My father got the best, purest coke from me to convince his enemy to sign a bill that would cause more harm than good. Another senator loved molly? My dad always had a little something for him on the golf course in exchange for some lobbyists.

My only caveat was I don’t sell in the Black neighborhoods. I just don’t. It’s not a political thing, but rather, a monetary advantage. When a white person wants to get high, they’re willing to do anything and sell anything for that hit. I can make ten times as much off one white junkie than I do off 20 Black addicts.

I support my father in public, though I don’t agree with a damn thing he does with his politics. I know his reputation both in Congress and in Atlanta. When my father isn’t actively trying to go back to the glory days of segregation, I know he is dipping his dick in anything that wasn’t white. I also know my mother, Heather, couldn’t care less because nothing was going to ruin her All-American housewife image.

My empire has laced my mother with the finest and the best. Her home is filled with Hermes, Baccarat, and Lalique. Her closet is equally expensive with Gucci, Chanel, and Alexander McQueen. While other people try to downplay their wealth, my mother wants everyone to know how rich she is. 

Que asking me how close I am with my father has nothing to do with love or loyalty for that matter. He’s asking me in not so many words would I be okay with potentially murdering my father, Senator Eric Page, for betraying me? 

And honestly, I have to think about it. “Tell me everything you know in as much detail as possible now.” 


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#TeaserTuesday: Bad Girls, Vol. II

So, years ago…this was actually my very first published book…I wrote an anthology called Bad Girls. I meant to follow up on it and then well, the D’Amato Brothers and Scott Reed happened.

I decided I wanted to go back to my erotica roots and just write pure smut, no chaser.

So, here is Bad Girls, Vol. II.

I have, like, several stories going on in my head and I didn’t want to flush them out as full stories. I thought simple love bites would be sufficient for summer reading.

I don’t know how long this will be but I can’t imagine it’ll be more than 35,000 words, if that.

Anyway, here’s a sample! Enjoy!


“You look stunning.” 

My breath hitches as my pulse races. He wasn’t supposed to know about this day. He wasn’t even supposed to be in this hotel. And he damn sure wasn’t supposed to be in my room. 

Yet, somehow, he’s here and well, it’s just the two of us. My fiancé is at the church waiting for me and all of our guests are also awaiting my arrival. I’m in my hotel room alone with my ex-boyfriend. I asked for room service, expecting the typical bellhop. I didn’t expect to see Chris here, the ex I thought I had forgotten about. He wasn’t good for me and I was too good for him. Of course, we couldn’t stay away from each other.

He looks at me with a wicked grin and the sensual tension flows between us, higher than before. He steps from behind the cart and glides towards me as he crosses the room. This is a man of confidence and defiance, preying on how weak he could make me feel at any given moment. My heart races as he inches closer and closer to me. I could run. I could tell him to leave and never see me again. We both know I won’t.

My body longs for his touch, while my brain and heart tells me it’s a bad idea. I know it, he knows it, and we’re both are not trying to stop it. 

“Thank you.” I reply as he tilts my chin to meet his stunning blue eyes. 

“I would love to ruin your makeup.” His voice is above a whisper, “but I won’t.” He kneels down and lifts up my ballgown and sees my blue thong and matching garter set. “I can warm you up for Rick, though.” 

“Chris…” I softly protest but body already responded. My sex is slick with desire and aching for him to touch. I want him to touch me. Kiss me. Lick me. Fill me up with his thick cock. 

I soon get my wish as Chris stands up and leads me to the bed. He stands over me as I lay down, reaching up to slide my thong down my thighs and onto the floor. He kneels down and kisses the inside of my thighs before he delivers a long, slow lick to my pussy. I scream as my body arches off the bed and he gently pushes me back down with one hand. His tongue strokes me with gentle circles until my legs shake. I’m wide open for him, climaxing, and losing control.

Chris stands up and wipes me down with the panties he just removed from me. He stuffs them in his pocket. “Your limo is waiting downstairs, baby.” He helps me stand and looks over me one last time. “Until the next time.” 


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#SnippetSunday: Wifey (Finesse #2)

Blurb:

He came back into my life, but we both know he never really left. 

It’s different now – in order to protect me, I have to be under his watch. The lifestyle I wanted nothing to do with, I’m fully a part of. 

He promised he would take care of me as long as I don’t get involved. When danger knocks at your front door, you have no choice but to open it. 

Everyone knew me as Taylor. In Finesse’s world, I was simply Wifey. 


Snippet:

We managed to finish dinner and enjoyed a shared dessert. Daryn drove us back home and I settled in the backseat next to Cameron as he held me. My life had been a complete whirlwind and my brain is dizzy just thinking about everything. 

Three times already, Cameron saved my life. He killed the men who targeted my father and me. Those are the ones I know about. I’m sure there are others I don’t know and honestly, I’m fine if I never know about them. 

Now, I’m no longer just Cameron’s girlfriend. I’m an accessory to murder and just about every illegal activity he’s involved in. I know how long RICO charges go for and if Cameron were to ever get caught, he would be facing decades in prison unless he makes some type of plea deal. 

I already knew what side of the law I was on and I no longer struggled with straddling the fence. I’m sure Daddy is turning over in his grave at what I’m doing. Hopefully, he would understand I’m doing everything to ultimately fight for his legacy. 

My hand wrapped around Cameron’s waist as I felt his calm heartbeat in my ear. It was a serene silence between us and probably the most peace our relationship had since we reunited. 

I don’t know if the peace is because we both have an understanding of each other now or if I finally resigned to the fact this is who Cameron is and that’s it. 

Meli’sa Morgan’s “Do You Still Love Me?” softly played in the background during our ride. I closed my eyes as her soulful voice comforted me and I temporarily let go of all of the rollercoaster emotions of the day. 

I know this is my new reality – being a drug lord’s girlfriend. Cameron isn’t forcing me to be with him, yet I don’t want to be with anyone else. He’s saved my life in more ways than I can imagine and I don’t think I can ever thank him.

Warmth flowed through my body as my hand fell down in front of his zipper. I massaged his cock through his slacks and Cameron immediately hardened underneath me. A low growl escaped his lips as he rubbed my back.

I unzipped him and pulled his cock out, caressing it as it grew harder and thicker in my hands. Arousal shot through my body with an urgency I had never felt before. Taking his cock with both hands, I kissed the mushroom tip and Cameron moaned his approval.

“Suck me,” he ordered. 

I smiled at the demand and obliged. I swiped my tongue over the pre-cum that leaked out of the tip. I remembered how he taught me to suck him off and smiled at the lesson. He knew I was going to suck him off for as long as I lived and he wanted me to do it right. 

Hollowing my cheeks, I lowered my mouth around his cock. I sucked on him slow, savoring the musky taste and scent of him. My tongue played with the heavy veins that coursed around his cock, trying to find all of them in some erotic maze. 

“Ah, angel…” Cameron moaned. 

Giving Cameron pleasure aroused me and I was so eager to suck him more. I bobbed my head up and down along his shaft as Cameron pushed my head down. I became a greedy, cock-hungry whore and I couldn’t get enough of him. 

His breath became shallower as he began to thrust his hips, driving his cock inside my mouth, fucking it. Cameron panted and moaned, pulling my hair to the side as he watched his cock go in and out of my needy mouth. 

“Taylor…” His voice was harsh and he tightened his grip on my head. “…I’m about to come, baby.” 

He came hard and fast in my mouth and I struggled to take all of it. I still milked him with my mouth as his cock wildly jerked inside of me. His body shuddered as he moaned my name over and over, a sign of defeat that I got him in a manner no one else was able to. 

I cleaned him off as much as I could and was surprised Cameron’s cock was still hard. He was capable of fucking me in the backseat and would’ve done so had Daryn not turned the corner leading up to his home. 

I adjusted my gown as Cameron tucked his cock back inside his slacks. He caressed my cheek before he kissed it. “Thank you.” His lips feathered my earlobe and I giggled.


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#SexySundaySnippet: Wifey (Finesse #2)

So, this book was supposed to come out last month. Due to a family emergency, it didn’t. I’ll make an announcement on when it’ll be released.

For the time being, the first book will be listed at 99 cents for those interested. (You might have to wait a couple of days for that to be reflected on the site you purchase from.)

Here is an exclusive snippet. Enjoy!


Blurb:

He came back into my life, but we both know he never really left. 

It’s different now – in order to protect me, I have to be under his watch. The lifestyle I wanted nothing to do with, I’m fully a part of. 

He promised he would take care of me as long as I don’t get involved. When danger knocks at your front door, you have no choice but to open it. 

Everyone knew me as Taylor. In Finesse’s world, I was simply Wifey. 


Snippet:

“If someone disrespects you, angel, they disrespect me.” Cameron’s voice is steady, though the anger is bubbling at the surface. “No negotiation on that.” He holds my face up to his. “That was beyond calling you a bitch, Tay. I knew those men. They wanted to kill Que and me, put you out on the street, and sell you to the highest bidder. Their business was sex trafficking along with drugs. Some guys around here do that and see no issue; I do.”

The realization hits me. There was a reason why Lexus and his friends stalked me like an obsessed fan that particular night. I thought they were checking me out, but it was way more than that. Cameron literally saved my life. 

“Drug lords have morals?” It comes out as a half-chuckle and we both smile. 

“Some of us do.” He grins at me. “I promise I’ll never get you involved in anything. I don’t want you to be. But there will times where I can’t tell you anything because I know people are watching me and in turn, they’ll watch you. The less you know…”

“…The better off we’re both are.” I finish his sentence and he nods. “I don’t like this, Page. I just don’t.”

“I know and I doubt you’ll ever will. Keep your focus on the shops and I’ll take care of the rest.” He kisses my forehead before he wraps his arms around me. His body is lean and firm as he presses into mine. “I’ll take care of you, angel.”

My eyes close as I hear the nickname all over again. It’s full of love, hope, and promise. “Okay.” I shake my head. “This is not a yes.” 

Cameron pulls away and cups my face. “It’s not a no, neither.” He slants his lips over mine and my body goes limp in his arms. He holds me tight as he kisses me deeper, playing with my tongue, and reclaiming me.

He lifts me up and puts me on his desk as we continue to kiss. It’s passionate. It’s desperation. It’s love. We’re both greedy for each other and don’t want to stop. He takes control of the kiss and I gladly let him. 

He gently pulls on my hair and trails his tongue down my neck, lightly sucking on it. Moans escape my mouth as I feel my pussy becoming wetter with each moment. Cameron’s strong hands claim my thick thighs and pushes them open before he slides a finger inside my slick, wet pussy. 

I gasp. He smiles. 

“Angel missed me,” he taunts as he fingers me, “your tight cunt is so greedy for me, isn’t it?”

My mind went delirious as Cameron kept fingering me. My legs naturally opened wider to give him more access and I already knew it was a mistake. Once again, I was conceding to him. I’m robbed of any sanity as something wicked awakens within me. 

It’d been a year since I laid down with him, yet my body remembers it like yesterday. He knew how to stroke me, how to play my body like a finely tuned instrument that he’d memorized. 

I locked eyes with Cameron and shocked to see the emotion in his. His brown eyes darkened with lust as he kept fingering me. A free hand slips inside of my dress and pinches my breast through the bra. He manages to pull it out right before he suckles on it. 

Fuck, I love his mouth. I love how attentive he is to my needs and knows what I want before I can ask. His mouth feels so damn good on me and I don’t realize how much I missed him. How much I missed this. How much I need him inside me. 

Cameron opens my legs wider and pulls my panties off. He lowers himself down and stares at my snatch. “God, I missed this pussy.” He whispers before he pushed his tongue in, licking all of me. 

I gasped as my hips rode the rhythm of his tongue, begging for more. His long, pointy tongue flickered over my swollen clit, making me scream in the library. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the oak desk. The moans left my mouth nonstop as Cameron kept licking me, making me beg.

“Cameron…” I panted. “…please…” My breath came out in harsh, animalistic groans. His tongue flicked against my clit and my legs began to tremble. My feet curled into tight balls within my high heels as heat rose in my belly. 

The orgasm was quick, hard, and rippled through my entire body. Cameron, oh fuck…” I screamed his name as I climaxed all over his tongue. 

Cameron gives a sexy chuckle and kisses the inside of my thighs before he stood back up. I see the obvious outline of his hardened cock in his slacks but he’s not getting undressed or pulling it out. 

He removes my panties from my ankle and stuffs them in his pocket. He straightens his tie and helps me off the desk. “You’re moving in this weekend.” He looks into my eyes, caressing my lips with his fingers. “Just to be clear, it’s not a request.”


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#FlashFriday: Finesse II

Blurb:

He came back into my life, but we both know he never really left. 

It’s different now – in order to protect me, I have to be under his watch. The lifestyle I wanted nothing to do with, I’m fully a part of. 

He promised he would take care of me as long as I don’t get involved. When danger knocks at your front door, you have no choice but to open it. 

Everyone knew me as Taylor, but in Cameron’s world, I was simply Wifey. 


Unedited Snippet:

“You have a nice setup here,” the woman glances around, “it’s…kitschy.”

She may have wanted me to think it was a compliment but we both know it wasn’t one. “Thank you, Ms…?”

“Coleman. Jacqueline Coleman.” She enunciates her name not out of habit, but to make sure I understood her loud and clear. I get the distinct feeling she does this with everyone. She sits downs at a table while her security flanks her. It’s an intimidation pose and I recognize it anywhere. 

I also recognize her. She’s the woman that met with Daddy a while back about buying his coffee shop and the land it was on. Daddy never wavered. I have a weird feeling why she’s back again. 

She’s a petite, light-skinned Black woman who’s probably around the same age as Cameron’s mother. Unlike Heather who showcases her wealth through select attire, Jacqueline flaunts it. I spot the Bottega Veneta shoes, the Alexander McQueen suit, and the Chanel jewelry. 

She’s also wearing a lace headpiece for not other reason than for dramatic effect. I know she wants me to be intimidated by her but it’s not working. I’m super confused by what the hell she’s doing. 

She studies the coffee shop and I see where her eyes are going. She’s not looking at the history on the walls nor the Afrocentric artwork. She’s studying to see where the cameras are. She does it so quickly that if I hadn’t been watching her eyes, I wouldn’t have noticed. 

I know she counts the six cameras she sees. She’s also smart enough to know there are more she doesn’t see because they’re hidden. Maybe being with Cameron taught me a thing or two on how to read people. 

“I’m sorry to hear about your father.” Her voice isn’t warm. There’s an underlying frostbite to it. “He was a good man and served his community well.” I remain silent. “I was in negotiations with your father until his…” She takes a deep sigh. “…untimely death.”  She tsks. “East Atlanta can be just so unsafe. So much crime. So much unnecessary human loss. It’s a miracle your father thrived.”

She looks into my eyes and I don’t flinch. The hair on the back of my neck stand up and I get a weird, eerie feeling run down my spine. 

“Would you like some coffee?” I finally offer. We both know she’s not here to visit, but it does seem like she’s humoring me. 

“No,” she shakes her head and releases another dramatic sigh. “Did your father mention anything about his business affairs before he died?”

“None.” It’s not a lie. Daddy rarely talked business with me. He wanted our time together to be about fun and family. Business was always the last thing he wanted to deal with. I do wish he said something because he left me with a bit of a mess I had to sort out after his death. 

“I see.” She nods. “Your father was a very shrewd business man. Dare I say, he was stubborn but he always seemed to have your best interest at heart.” She looks around again. “I see he’s done just well here.” Another pause. “Are you doing okay?”

“I’m doing fine.” I reply. “I got a handle on everything.”

“I know it’s a lot of responsibility at such a young age. I hope you have the right people guiding you.” She emphasizes and I really don’t like where this is going. I just wanted to see how you were doing. If you need any assistance, I’m available.”

“I got it.” I reply with more haste than I intended. She smiles at me. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she stands up and her security step aside, “I’ll be back soon to touch base with you.” The front door opens and she turns around. Whatever warmth she had, it dissipated upon seeing the other person. “Hello, Finesse.”

Cameron’s face is emotionless as he glances at me and back at Jacqueline. He’s wearing slacks, a dark-green sweater, and Oxfords. He’d spent all day campaigning on behalf of his father’s reelection bid so he dresses the part of a preppy White scholar. 

Underneath all of that attire, there’s probably one or two guns. “Goodbye, Jacqueline.”

Jacqueline walks up to Cameron and grabs his chin. Now I’m about to run up and beat a bitch’s ass if she don’t get… “You were always so stubborn,” she caresses his chin before she leaves with security in tow. 

Cameron waits for Jacqueline and her crew to leave before he locks the door and closes the blinds. He rushes up to me. “Did she hurt you? Did she threaten you?”

“No,” I shake my head as he wraps his arms around me. “What’s going on? Who is she? You know her?”

Finesse II will be out December 2020.

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Finesse is now LIVE!

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: 

“Have you ever killed anyone?” Cameron is silent. He gave orders to kill those other men tonight, but I’m struggling to think if he’d ever pulled the trigger himself. I don’t know why I’m surprised. The way Cameron pointed the gun told me it wasn’t his first rodeo. 

“Why?” I shake my head. “Your dad is a U.S. Senator! You don’t need the money. You don’t need to do this.”

“I don’t,” he admitted, “but it’s a part of me.”

“And your dad?” I ask about the obvious elephant in the room. “What does your dad think about all of this? He has to know.”

Cameron glanced at me with serious eyes. “Who do you think is his biggest supplier to his friends in Congress?”

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FINESSE Cover Reveal!!

I decided to keep the title after all.

Anyway, here it is.

Short and sweet, isn’t it?

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:

His cock is hard again and is slightly waving at me. “Your friend down there likes to explore. He’s been exploring all night.” 

“Mmm…he particularly loves the sweet and tight space he fits in.” Cameron’s hands travel down to my ass and he gives it a light squeeze. 

A soft moan escapes my lips and I feel my pussy eager to feel him inside again. It seems my body stays aroused whenever I’m around Cameron. “…if his master gives me some pointers, I would love it if he could explore my mouth?”

Cameron’s lips turned into a sensual curve and he kisses me. “I’m sure that can be arranged.” He gets on his back and I scoot down to where his thick, hardened cock awaits me. My eyes widen upon looking at the length of it. I’m not entirely sure what the hell I was thinking about offering Cameron some dome, but I want to try at least once.

I’ll either love it or hate it. There really is no in-between when it comes to head. 

“I’ve been eager to taste your dick all night,” I moan as I kiss the mushroom tip, emitting a low moan from Cameron. His cock is hot and soft. He smells like him and me, too, for that matter. It’s an arousing scent I can’t get enough of. 

“I love to hear that,” Cameron glances down at me. “I’ll teach you as you go along. You’ll be an expert by the end of this weekend.”

“Or a dick-hungry fiend?” I raise an eyebrow. 

“That too.” He softly replies. “Too many women think head and hand jobs are on the shaft. No, it should be focused on the head. That’s why it’s called head. Your hand and mouth should always be closer to the head as possible. A man will come so quickly with that.” He rubs my hair. “You don’t need to open your mouth super wide. Just enough to fit the head in, plus a couple of inches. That’s it.” 

I lick my lips and began to suck off Cameron. I taste the salty pre-cum and am a little daunted by it. I truly wasn’t expecting to taste it so soon. It’s not disgusting but it is unexpected. I hold the base of his cock with both hands as I focus my mouth on the tip. 

“Good girl,” he purrs, “suck slow, not too hard.” I follow his direction and he moans his appreciation. “Just like that. Switch it up a little. Add your tongue. Spit on it.”

I immediately stop sucking him and look Cameron into his eyes. “Did you just tell me to spit on your dick?”

“Yes.” His voice is flat. “The dick shouldn’t be dry or barely wet when you suck on it. It won’t be pleasurable for neither one of us.” 

“Okay.” It sounds weird and kinda gross but I trust him. After all, he’s giving me instruction on how to suck his dick and I think he would know what he likes more than I would. I quickly spit on it before I begin to suck on it again. Now I see what he’s talking about. It’s much easier to take in now. 

I swirl my tongue around it, playing with the peephole as more precum oozes out. It tastes salty, yet sweet. Flicking my tongue against his shaft, I make my way down halfway before I gag. It’s too much too soon. 

“Take your time, baby.” He encourages me. “Relax your throat.”

I take Cameron’s advice and take a deep breath while his cock is still in my mouth. I can fit a couple more inches before it’s too much. I pull up and focus on the head, sucking and slurping on it. He’s turned me into a cock-hungry whore already. 

“Play with my balls,” he moans.

I cup his balls and feel how heavy they are. They’re tight and eager to explode. He grows harder into my mouth and he thrusts up a little, fucking my face. I try to take as much as of it as I can before I gag. I would need to practice a lot more and I’m sure Cameron would be a great instructor. 

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#SundaySnippet: Finesse #amazon #nook #kindle #smashwords #wattpad

Author’s Note: This story was originally titled Finesse, but I don’t know if I’m keeping the title yet. It’ll be out next month. 


 

Blurb: 

After my father died, I took over his coffee shop and thought everything ran smoothly. That was until the new owners decided to jack up my rent at an unbeatable cost. Just when I was about to close down the shops and let go of the employees, I received numerous checks to keep me afloat.

Everything was going well until he showed up. He as in my ex.

After I cashed the checks, he demanded the payment in full as he reminded me what he signed on the memos:

The first one: You.

The second one: Belong.

The third one: To.

The last and final one: Me.

I knew my guardian angel wasn’t that generous without some invisible and thick strings attached. He doesn’t want money; he wants me. Unless something stops him, he will have me.

Finesse is a standalone erotic novella that deals with long-lost love, forgiveness, and starting over.


Unedited Snippet:

“Why did you choose that particular jewelry store?” I ask over dinner at Per Se.

Cameron swirls his wine glass as he watches the liquid slosh around. After our jewelry adventure, we went out to dinner at one of the most famous and exclusive restaurants in New York. We’ve dressed accordingly; Cameron is wearing a suit with an open collar. I’m wearing a bodycon dress with high heels.

We’re in a private room and it’s just the two of us. We have a private server that tends to us every ten minutes or so as we eat under dimmed light. It’s cozy and romantic. There’s no interruption of clinking glasses, chattering from other patrons, or rushed servers.

I can solely focus my attention on Cameron and study his reaction as I politely grill him about today’s events. After the jewelry store, we stopped by Sweet Nectar boutique where he laced me in tonight’s outfit, plus a few more for the weekend. I even got to meet the owner and creator, Soul Ellison.

Cameron takes a bite of his dinner and slowly chews it before he has a sip of wine. He meets eyes with me and I see small question marks appear within them as if he’s wondering how much he should reveal.

“I liked the jewelry and I was familiar with the store.” His voice is strangely calm and articulate as if he were giving a lecture. “Do you not like your bracelet?”

“No, I love it.” I quickly touch the jewelry I’m wearing. “It’s just…you were gone for a while in the back as I looked around the store.”

“I had some business I needed to take care of.” His voice is still calm and understated.

“The business from the plane?” I ask and Cameron blinks at me. I don’t know if I touched a nerve but he doesn’t seem in a rush to answer me.

“I don’t ever want you to worry about what I do when we’re together.” Every word comes out like a sentence. “I never want you to get tied up in whatever I’m doing.”

“But what is it that you’re doing?” It’s secretive, almost sneaky. Cameron wants me to know just enough but not a lot. I don’t know if it’s underhanded, but I wouldn’t be surprised.

His father is a well-known senator and who knows how many favors and polite threats he has made Cameron do on his behalf. Was that the game Cameron was playing? What about those dudes from mini-golf?

“I own a lot of businesses, Tay.” He re-emphasizes what he told me the first night we met. “And some of them are all over the country. Some are out. I have a lot of employees that I feed and house. It can be stressful.”

He still didn’t answer my question and I have a feeling he never will. Cameron also very politely told me in not-so-many words to mind my fucking business. Clearly, he’s doing well because my bracelet was five figures and Cameron paid that without blinking. I’m not a poor college student, nor am I starved to have a baller like Hayley.

I can’t shake the uneasiness about everything but I also can’t worry about it now. I have to grill Hayley when I get back. I know Que must’ve told her something. “Okay.” I drop the subject. “Let’s talk about something else.”

“Are you mad at me?” Cameron asks. His voice softened and there’s a genuine concern. “I apologize if I came off short.”

“No.” Mad? Not really. Very fucking uncomfortable is more honest. “I just wanted to know and you answered.” I smile as I sip my soda.

Cameron wipes his mouth and gets up from the table. He walks over to the window that’s practically a wall. “Beautiful, come here.”

I wipe my mouth and follow Cameron’s lead. I stand next to him and he quickly stands behind me and wraps his arms around me. The tension between us is gone and I feel safe and warm.

His muscular arms comfort me as I inhale his earthy cologne. He feels like heaven and everything I ever wanted. I’m pressed into his delectable body and feel the outline of his cock against my ass. “One day, beautiful,” he nibbles on my earlobe, “we’re going to own the world.”

I barely know Cameron. I just found out he likes coffee just a week ago. “You’re confident I’m the one.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re everything.” His deep voice purrs in my ear and my body promptly responds. “I want to share my world with you. I need you to trust me first. Trust that I’ll always take care of you. Trust that I don’t want you involved with my businesses. Trust it’s just me and you baby, forever.”

I slowly nod my head. Is Cameron full of it? I don’t know. Only time will tell. For now, I have to trust him and just stay out of his way when it comes to dealing with his numerous businesses.

And just hope for the best.

New York really was a city that never slept. I could still hear the faint sounds of angry horns and angrier drivers from our penthouse suite. The cacophony of citizens frantically hailing cabs, traipsing across the street without a care, and some working off having a few too many as friends carried them.

The flow of traffic didn’t stop even at eleven at night. It seemed to just get started as I saw various yellow cabs and private vehicles ease in and out of traffic like breathing. It was a whirlwind to witness, coming from a girl who never traveled past Atlanta. Now I was experiencing a whole new world.

After dinner, we went straight back to the hotel suite. Cameron went into another room to handle some more business while I took off my heels and turned on the radio. It was late at night but yet, the night felt young.

“Yearning for Your Love” blared through the Bose speakers and it put me in a sensual mood. Hearing Uncle Charlie’s voice sends me back to a carefree time – cookouts with my family, my Daddy, and uncles playing spades and dominoes for the umpteenth time because somebody cheated. The aunties in the kitchen gossiping about who did what and with whom. Me and my cousins watching whatever movie in somebody’s spare bedroom.

My body swayed from side to side as I released the tension of the day. I still felt uneasy with Cameron’s secrecy on what was going on but I couldn’t worry about that. We only had a couple more days in New York and then it was back to finals at Howard.

I have to admit, this was a pretty awesome birthday. One of the best I’ve ever had.

The station switched to “Sign Your Name” and my body instantly responds. My eyes close as I feel the rhythm wash over me, dancing in the soft moonlight, and without a care in the world.

Everything will be okay. Cameron says it will be and I have to believe him, even if I’m still not sure.

I turn around and see Cameron watching me from the distance. He’s off his phone and he’s leaning against the wall with his arms folded. I beckon him to join me and he removes his shirt to reveal a white tank top underneath. He leaves his slacks on and I’m kinda wishing he didn’t.

We dance together in the living room, our bodies pressed together as fingers are interlocked. This is the most intimate I’ve ever been with anyone. Cameron’s heartbeat is in sync with mine and we’re staring into each other’s eyes. Just us, music, and opportunity.

Our breathing became shallower as the song progressed. We weren’t going to make it to the bedroom and that was fine by both of us. We softly kissed at first, tasting each other. Then it became an exchange of power and conceding to his demands.

Cameron picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the dining room table and sat me down, pulling my panties off, as he continued to kiss me. Slow, hot, and wet.

He stole my train of thought, my will to fight back, and replaced it with a desperate hunger that wanted more of those kisses everywhere. He faintly tasted of wine and some of the crème brulee dessert we shared.

Cameron’s slacks quickly came down and he slid his hard cock inside my aching, wet pussy. I gasped, he moaned. We moved in unison on the table as I held onto his neck. Unlike the plane sex, this time was hurried. Cameron was so deep inside my pussy, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Yet, it still wasn’t enough.

I fell apart in front of him, losing control when I felt his thumb circle my swollen clit. “Cameron…”

“Come all over my dick, baby girl.” He growled, pounding into me deeper and deeper.

I moaned and came harder than I ever had, my pussy quivering all over Cameron’s thick cock as he relentlessly pounded into me. I finally opened my eyes and watched Cameron fuck me.

His face morphed as he lost control. His lips were pursed and his face was full of agony; he wanted it to last but he wanted to come. He was barely holding on by a string and it was killing him.

“Taylor…” He violently came and his hips wildly hit against mine as he emptied his seed in me. He pressed his forehead against mine and breathed into me, coming back down to Earth.

We were raw, bare, and stripped. We stayed that for a long time before Cameron pulled out. He cleaned himself and me up before he carried me to our bedroom, where we made love again.

And I finally became an expert on giving head.


 

To read Finesse, click here.

Finesse will be out next month.

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This book finally has a title.

Blurb: 

I took over my Daddy’s coffee shop after he died and thought everything ran smoothly. That was, until the new owners decided to jack up my rent at an unbearable cost.

Just when I was about to close down the shops and let go of the employees, I received numerous checks to keep me up float. Everything was going well until he showed up.

After I cashed the checks, he demanded the payment in full as he reminded me what he signed on the memos:

The first one: You.

The second one: Belong.

The third one: To.

The last and final one: Me.

I knew my guardian angel wasn’t that generous without some invisible and thick strings attached. He doesn’t want money; he wants me. Unless I have something to say about it, he will have me.


 

Snippet: 

It’s clear to see why the Feds left Cameron alone. He doesn’t look like a drug dealer. There’s nothing about him or his boys that scream we’re the biggest drug cartel in Atlanta.

He’s wearing a V-neck shirt and jeans. On his feet are Jordans. He smells clean like soap, musk, and just plain man. His brown eyes are sparkling, as if he’s always up to no good. His lips are moisturized and silently begging me to kiss them.

There’s nothing flashy about Cameron. No huge diamond studs or ice on his wrists or teeth. He only has a wristwatch and knowing Cameron, it’s probably top of the line expensive.

He may be quiet with his flash, but it’s not that quiet with his money. He drives a modest BMW, if one could call those cars modest. He lives in a gated community in Buckhead, along with the other rich, white families.

Cameron looks like the typical rich white guy and I honestly think, that’s why he was able to beat every case the Feds have ever charged him with. Nothing could stick to him. No one was willing to testify against him.

And absolutely no one could believe Senator Page’s son was a ruthless drug lord.

He calmly sips his cappuccino before he tries the homemade biscuit with jam. “This is excellent.” He smiles. “Hayley made this?”

“I made it.” I reply. “My Daddy’s old recipe. Hayley made the jam, though. We created it together.”

“I need to pick up a jar for my mom, she’ll love it.” Cameron smiles and I see the slight dimples in his cheeks. Ugh. He knows how much I loved his dimples.

“I’ll make sure to send it to her.” I sip my tangerine tea. “Is there anything else I can help you with? I plan to pay you back in full.”

“I don’t want your money, baby girl. Your money is no good with me.” He shakes his head. “I wanted to talk to you about the terms of our arrangement.”

“The terms of our arrangement?” Every word comes out like a sentence. The back of my hair stands up. “I just told you I’ll pay you back in full. The shops are up and running like clockwork. You’ll get your money back in no time. I’ll take out a loan to pay you back.”

“The money wasn’t a loan. It was a gift and it should be treated as such.” His low voice comforts me like a blanket. “I’m installing cameras in your shops. Every time you go to the bank to make a deposit, you’ll have security detail to ensure nothing happens. If you take a day off, I need to know where you’re going and how long you’re going to be there. From this moment on, you’ll be escorted to the shops with my driver.”

Cameron is giving me direct orders, not suggestions. It’s also clear none of this is up for negotiation. “I thought I was my own woman?”

“I’m not stopping you from doing whatever it is you want to do, baby girl.” Cameron sips his cappuccino. “But I do think my terms are more favorable than you trying to pay off what’s not a loan.”

It doesn’t matter if I don’t want any part of whatever Cameron is doing; he’s going to make me a part of it, regardless. “Fine.”

“Paychecks will be sent out as normal and there will be no more interruptions. You don’t have to worry about being raided or the police frequenting here unless they’re just coming in to try these delicious biscuits.” He takes another bite and shakes his head. “So good.”

“I’m glad.” I fold my arms. “Anything else, boss man?”

Cameron finishes his cappuccino and blots his lips. “Where did we go wrong, Tay?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” This is the part where I really think this fool is wasting my time. “…the fact you chose the streets over your girl? Maybe that part.”

He rubs his five o’clock shadow and licks those kissable lips. I’m ignoring the soft thumping occurring in my panties. “Nothing is more important than you, Taylor.” His voice is low and so damn hot. He locks eyes with mine and my body shivers. “Absolutely nothing.”

“That’s not the point, Cameron.” I mention to him. “You were more devoted to your corners than to us.”

“That’s not true,” he shakes his head and the dark hair softly moves, “I treated you very well. Whatever you wanted, you got. Even if it was the useless shit I didn’t think you needed, you still got.”

“Please stop trying to sweet talk to me. I’m getting hot and bothered.” I roll my eyes. He laughs at my annoyance and once again, the thought of whether to fight or fuck him occurs in my brain.

“I always took care of you, Tay. I always will.” He purrs as a spark flew between us. He grabs my fingers and I don’t stop him. His hand is just as soft and smooth as I remembered. “Everyone knows what the deal is between us. Everyone knows who you are and what you mean to me. Nothing will ever happen to you.”


 

Finesse will be out later this month. Chapters will be posted on wattpad.

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#TeaserTuesday: I Forgot You Existed #kindle#nook #romance #shortreads

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Blurb: 

They promised each other forever and then he went ghost on her.

Well, did he really?

Jennifer Winters knows exactly what Trevor Ashley has been doing since they ended their romance some years ago. After all, it’s hard to miss a guy who’s the number one hip-hop artist in the world. Everywhere she turns, someone is quoting his lyrics, talking about his videos, and gossiping about who he’s been with.

Now he has returned for reasons Jennifer is not sure she cares about.

Trevor Ashley knows behind the bling, women, and fame, he’s bored. Every IG hottie says the same thing and they all want the same thing – clout. What he does want is an old love who wants nothing to do with him.

Can Trevor convince Jennifer the past is just that? Or will she unknowingly contribute to another hit song by him?

I Forgot You Existed is a standalone erotic novella that deals with long-lost love, forgiveness, and starting over.


Unedited Snippet: 

“I hear Ash’s back.”⁣⁣⁣

Jennifer shrugged. Trevor Ashley or otherwise known as hip-hop star Ash, is the success of the small town of Palm Springs. A city world-renowned from being a Hollywood hotspot and host of the annual Coachella fest. ⁣⁣

Families felt safe raising their children in the city. A burgeoning gay community could be as loud and proud as they want to be. It was an Instagrammer’s dream vacation. The city could add one more bragging right to its history: ⁣⁣

It produced one of the best rappers in the world. ⁣⁣

Jennifer paid no attention to Trevor or anything connected to him for the last six years of her life. One, she didn’t really listen to any rap music unless it was old-school, so Trevor clearly didn’t fit the bill. ⁣⁣

Most importantly, why would she want to listen to music from a man who eviscerated her heart? ⁣⁣⁣

“That’s lovely,” Jennifer restocked the shelves at Fresh Espresso. ⁣⁣

Hayley turned towards her best friend. Her face was stoic as she concentrated on putting the coffee bags just right. Jennifer always had a bit of anal retentiveness when it came to her business and it paid off. It was voted the most successful shop in the Coachella Valley.

Hearing Ash’s name clearly bothered Jennifer more than she wanted to admit. “You’re okay with him being in town?”⁣⁣

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jennifer asked. ⁣⁣

“Well, the fact you two used to date…” Hayley began. ⁣⁣

“That was a long time ago,” Jennifer stated. ⁣⁣

“And the fact you have straightened out the same cupboard for the past ten minutes.” Hayley folded her arms and watched as Jennifer stood back and realized her mistake. “I mean, how many times are you gonna stack the same shelf, Pooh?”⁣⁣


I Forgot You Existed, a short romance novella, will be out this month. ⁣⁣⁣

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