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New short release – Hurricane!

As I’m writing Finesse #4 (there will be five books total in that one), I decided to release a series of shorter works in the meantime.

I posted a snippet of this book on Medium (click here), and the extended snippet is on wattpad (click here). So, here’s the blurb and a sexier snippet here:


Home is where one starts from. And sometimes, it’s where one ends. 

Hunter Calhoun is the antithesis of his father, Foster, an old-school cowboy with old-school ways. When Foster died and made Hunter and a co-executor in charge of the family ranch, Hunter had to reassess what home actually meant to him. 

Larissa “Lari” Belvedere has seen her fair share of cowboys, ranchers, and city slicking-know-it-all. When her mentor/surrogate father left her in charge of the family ranch along with his eldest son, it made her wonder if there was still a spot at the place she’s called home for years. 

Worlds collide and sparks fly when Larissa and Hunter realize they are each other’s definition of home, even if they don’t realize it. 

Hurricane is an erotic romance novella about death, forgiveness, and moving on. 


Being the CEO of a very successful brand had its challenges. There were no more than thirty different types of honey on the market and Larissa always had to justify why anyone should shell out money for her premium honey. Why was hers so different from the store-bought ones? Why was hers better than the other organic brands? 

More often than not, she was challenged. Competitors thought she was overhyped. Partners wanted her to be nicer in the boardroom. No one could believe everything was her idea and not Foster’s.

Larissa was bored with all of it.

She’d spent most of her life proving people wrong to the point it was a regular pastime for her. Dare she thought, she also spent time proving Hunter wrong. 

Still, she loved the way he made her feel. She didn’t know the stark difference between being wanted and needed until him. Did she want him? Of course. But did she need him? Even Larissa couldn’t deny that.

She’d plenty of money to walk away and not look back. She chose not to. She loved Silverlake too much. Furthermore, she wanted to see where everything would go with Hunter. Could they stay professional, even if things didn’t work out? Or would he leave the first moment things became too hot? 

“May I bother you?” Hunter asked as she turned around. He stepped out into the balcony with a glass of wine and a bottle in his hand. “You were just too damn beautiful to be here alone and I wanted to interrupt you.”

“By all means.” Larissa watched him take her glass and refill it as he poured one of his own. “How was your day, baby?”

The way she said baby made Hunter’s cock twitch. Sultry, smoky, and breathless. “It was…” He clinked glasses with her. “…an adventure. I’ll meet with Savior in the morning about my role in the firm. I’m prepared to give up everything if I have to.” 

The news surprised Larissa. Hunter didn’t seem like the type to give up a career so easily. “Really? I thought you loved being a lawyer, Hunter?” She scrunched her forehead. “What about the families involved and other cases?”

“I do love being a lawyer. I’ll still handle their cases, but I wouldn’t take on new ones.” He revealed. He leaned over the balcony and breathed in the salty air. He would miss it but not as much as he already missed the quietness and peace Lockridge gave him. “But the ranch is my home. It’s my life. Working alongside you at Silverlake and learning about Sweetness did something to me. It made me realize there’s more to life than just paperwork and lawsuits.” He curled a lock of her hair behind her left ear and Larissa kissed his inner wrist. “I just…I need to be with you, Larissa.” 

“I’m not a California-type of girl, Hunter.” She replied, her voice was soft. “I came from here, but this is not me anymore. It’s fun to visit but that’s all I’ll do.” 

Hunter felt his heart about to leap from his chest. “I don’t mind that all.” 

“You’re going to give up this home?” She looked towards the mansion. It was three stories tall with five bedrooms and four bathrooms. Every room had a different theme but it was aligned with the home. “It’s a beautiful home, Hunter.”

“I can rent it out or keep it for vacations.” He stepped closer to her. He put their wine glasses down on the table and turned his attention back to her. “I just want to be with you in Montana.” He eyeballed Larissa’s hair. “I never asked this because it’s truly none of my damn business, but it is okay I yank your hair tonight?”

Larissa’s eyes widened as pleasure hummed underneath her skin. A carnal need took over, making her grab Hunter by his neck and kissed him hard. He returned the favor by picking up Larissa and carrying her inside to the living room and laying her down on the sofa. He reached up her dress and pulled down her panties, tossing them over his shoulder. 

He looked down at Larissa and saw how beautiful she looked, spread out just for him. Her pussy had a light covering of hair. The folds were nice, slick, and tight. He reached up and unbuttoned the yellow sundress, exposing her full breasts, and he unclasped the bra. They fell right into his hands. 

Larissa let out a soft moan when she felt Hunter’s mouth cover one breast and then the other. Her body tingled with anticipation when she felt his hand crawl down to her sex and played with her budding clit. She gasped at the invasion of one finger inserted, then another.

“So fucking tight for me,” Hunter moaned before he sucked on Larissa’s neck, “so unbelievably tight.” He fingered her softly. “Did you want to feel my cock inside there, baby?”

Oh, fuck!” Larissa moaned as her body writhed underneath him. It was a pleasure she’d never felt before, and her mind was on overload.

“Is that a yes?” Hunter inserted another finger as his thumb massaged her clit. “I need a yes, baby.”

Ohmygod!” Larissa arched her body off the sofa. The orgasm seized her body before she could even get a response out. She closed her eyes and let the feeling wash over her. Damn that man and his fingers. 

“I take it as a yes,” Hunter chuckled and turned her over. He flipped her dress over her ass and quickly undid his slacks, pulling out his hardened cock. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet slit before he slid inside. Her pussy gripped so tight, so warm. “Fuck, Larissa…” 

Hurricane will be exclusive on Kindle Unlimited for a short run before made available everywhere else.

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#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!


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. 


“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. 

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

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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.