#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated

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Blurb:

It was all a dream…

When legal wunderkind Savior Ellison meets college intern Keisha Jones, sparks fly. He gave her an offer she did refuse, and it only made him want her more. If Keisha wants Savior to chase her, he hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t believe in fairytales and especially the type that has a white knight in a shiny Bentley. Every girl has a past, and Keisha’s is often played out on reality TV. If Savior wants her, he has 90 days to prove it.

Can Savior convince Keisha to give him forever? Or will Keisha’s past revelations put a stop to the relationship before it starts?

Sex, drugs, and politics. All in a day’s work.

Simply Complicated is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, gentrification, and true love.


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“To support myself in college, I did hair cuts.” Savior massages my head before he applies some shaving cream on it. He didn’t just apply any kind but rather, Magic. Yeah. He’s getting all the dick sucking he can handle tonight. “Grades paid for grants and tuition, but anything else, my dad wanted me to earn my way. He didn’t want me to lean on him at any time during school or after.”

Despite my feelings towards Thomas, I respect his parenting style. My daddy is the same way. I know he has money stashed away for me in other accounts but he wants me to earn my own. While I appreciate the lesson, it’s a hard one. I’ve never been poor but I’ve been balling. Broke is a level I’m all too familiar with.

“I perfected my style without having to step foot inside a barbershop.” Savior explains. “Learned from my fellow Brothers how to cut, trim, fade, all of that.”

We’re in his monstrous master bathroom where he has a barber chair in front of a mirror. He has the biggest tub I’ve ever seen in my natural born life along with a just as equally huge shower that rains overhead. There are two toilets with their own room and ventilation and two sinks. He clearly designed this home with a future wife in mind. “You know how to do fades?” I question. I’m rather impressed.

“I know how to do everything,” He answers as he dips a razor inside a plastic container of hot water and stares at me. “Including Brazilian waxes.”

I wonder how it would look if Savior stripped both of my heads completely bald. I’m almost tempted to ask him. “Oh.”

“Oh.” He winks at me. He holds my head and glides the razor over it, going against the grain. “It took me months to learn how to do it just right.”

“The Brazilian?” I ask.

“That too,” he chuckles as he continues shaving. He holds my head just right as he moves the razor over it. “I had to prove myself. Not many people will trust a non-black person with their head. It was a lot of blood, sweat, and tears.” He pauses with a laugh. “Mostly tears.”

I can only imagine the pressure that was on Savior to prove himself in a mostly-black fraternity. He might have it harder not because of his race, but also who his father was. It’s not like the Brothers would’ve taken it easy on him. If anything, they might have tried to break Savior.

It makes me love….erm…respect him just a bit more.

“Butta Love” plays overhead and I’m in heaven. Savior’s hands are so amazing as he takes intricate care of my head. He goes back over certain places to make sure it’s nice and smooth. Afterward, Savior puts a warm towel on my head and adjusts the chair so I’m laying back.

After a few minutes, Savior removes the towel and massages my scalp with oil. His fingertips gently knead around my dome with such delicate care. It’s not just him being professional or careful. There’s added love with his movements.

A small shudder raced up my spine as I felt Savior’s lips on my head, then his tongue. His lips were so tender, but his tongue was completely sensual. No man had ever kissed my head, but Savior…he worshipped it. His lips were soft and warm, and so delicate.

I felt that familiar ache in my panties once again and it grew stronger by the moment. Small moans escaped my mouth and my nipples grew harder with each kiss. I felt a throbbing, intense need but my fingers or a toy wouldn’t do.

I needed Savior. I needed to feel his hard cock pulsating inside of me. I needed to feel him underneath me as he grabbed my ass and encouraged me to take it all. I needed to feel all of him.

I finally open my eyes and found Savior staring down at me. “Let’s go to bed,” I tell him.

A delicious smile curved his lips. “Your wish is my command.”


 

Simply Complicated will be released next Tuesday on Amazon, Smashwords, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, and other online retailers.

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#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated

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Blurb: 

It was all a dream…

When legal wunderkind Savior Ellison meets college intern Keisha Jones, sparks fly. He gave her an offer she did refuse, and it only made him want her more. If Keisha wants Savior to chase her, he hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t believe in fairytales and especially the type that has a white knight in a shiny Bentley. Every girl has a past, and Keisha’s is often played out on reality TV. If Savior wants her, he has 90 days to prove it.

Can Savior convince Keisha to give him forever? Or will Keisha’s past revelations put a stop to the relationship before it starts?

Sex, drugs, and politics. All in a day’s work.

Simply Complicated is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, gentrification, and true love.


 

Snippet: 

A weird sadness placates across my chest as I think about the future. Savior probably won’t be in it. For one, I don’t see him waiting for me like he promised. Two, after I graduate from college and maybe go to law school, we won’t see each other. I’ll be too busy studying and he’ll be too busy with cases to care. It just wouldn’t work.

I just need to enjoy this as much as I can and for as long as I can.

“May I join you?” Savior leans against the balcony wall and looks back at me. “Hey there.”

“Hey.” I smile. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Just wondering why my girlfriend is preferring to come out here instead being back inside with me where it’s nice and warm?” He looks into my eyes.

I let out a heavy sigh. “Just thinking about the future.”

“Oh?” He glances up at the stars. “It doesn’t sound like you’re looking forward to it.”

“I don’t know what it is first. I hope it’s a good one but it’s always the fear of the unknown, you know…” I leave the words hanging.

“Fear of what’s going to happen between us?” He finishes and looks over at me.

I meet his gaze. His eyes have turned into a chocolate brown. “I remember the look you gave me when you were at my home for the first time. How mortified you were when you heard sirens. You see, all that rap music you like may talk about the hood life but once you’re actually there, it’s a different ball game.”

“You’re not dying to stay there, neither, Keisha.” He retorts. “You’ve made it pretty obvious you don’t want to live there anymore.”

I rub my head and feel the small curls pop up. I really need a touch-up. “You ever wonder why people stay in bad relationships knowing there won’t be a good outcome? It’s because they’re used to the drama of it. It’s like a warm blanket. You know it’s coming, you know it’ll eventually blow over, and then things will be back to normal. That’s how my neighborhood is. It occasionally has its problems, but I’m used to it.” I look back up at the stars. “You can take the girl out of the ‘hood, but you can’t take the ‘hood out of the girl.”

“You really think I want to change you.” Savior gives a half-chuckle and half-smirk. “That’s rich.”

“Well, don’t you?” I press. “Isn’t that the whole goal behind what you’re doing here?”

“What am I doing here, Keisha?” Savior’s voice is calm. “I thought I was loving and spoiling you.”

“It feels too good to be true and I’m right to question it.” I defend. “I’m sorry if I never had a rich guy who gave me a car within a week of knowing him.”

There’s a small silence between us and I hear Savior take a deep breath. “Would it have been better if Jalen gave you the car?” He asks.

It was like a gunshot to the heart. Savior went straight for the jugular and didn’t even hesitate. It’s a question I had silently wondered but never dared to ask because I knew if Jalen gave me the car, it would’ve been worse in many ways.

Yet, it doesn’t seem that much better that Savior gave it to me. “There’s a song lyric I like that applies to you. It’s from Teddy Pendergrass.” I slowly begin. “I’m going to let it go.”

Savior grins and nods. “I have another Teddy Pendergrass lyric I like,” he turns towards me, “close the door and let me blow your mind.”

I swallow and blow out a small breath. “I was trying to break up with you.”

“And I’m trying to blow your back out.” Savior slowly blinks at me. “Seems like we’re at an impasse.”

There’s a small ache and thump in my panties. My body naturally craves Savior and to him. I ignore the feeling for now and focus on our conversation. “You’re seriously going to wait for me while I’m up at college for two years?”

“It’s not like I won’t be able to see you during the weekends, and you won’t be down during the holidays. Whatever happens, happens. But I can’t quit you nor can I drink you out of my memory. Trust, I’ve already tried. I would rather fail miserably knowing that I gave it my all than to give up so soon and wonder what could’ve been.” He rubs my baldhead. “Need a trim?”

My heart is spinning and my head is just as dizzy. Savior has that affect on women. If he’s not willing to give up so soon, neither should I. “I do,” I softly reply.

“Let me line you up real quick.” He suggests and I shoot him a disbelieving look. I know better than let white hands near a black woman’s head. “If I mess up, you can wear a head wrap.”

I begin to walk back inside the home. “If you mess up, I’m whupping your ass all the way back to Inglewood.” I warn him.

Savior gives my ass a smack. “Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty to me.”


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Simply Complicated, the standalone full-length novel and sequel to Her Savior, will be out February 13th.

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#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated

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Blurb:

Savior Ellison is going to learn the hard way – Keisha Jones cannot be bought.

What may have worked with other women in the past simply won’t do with the young woman who has captured his attention. If Keisha wants him to chase her, Savior hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t know the type of games Savior is playing nor does she want to participate. She’s heard of his reputation and she wants no parts of the man she fantasizes about on a nightly basis. Savior Ellison doesn’t take no for an answer and Keisha is wondering what is his real motivation.

Sex, drugs, lies, and politics. All in a day’s work.

Simply Complicated is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, public perception, and true love.


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90 days. We’re on day five.

I get up to use the bathroom and pass Savior on the way when his hand suddenly grabs my leg. I’m startled and look down at him. He slowly opens his eyes and he lazily smiles at me. “Where are you going, gorgeous?”

It’s the second time he’s called me that. “Bathroom. Emergency.”

He nods. “Come back here when you’re done.” He caresses my leg and lets me go.

I immediately feel the loss of his touch and I hurry to the bathroom like I’m Flo-Jo in the Olympics. After I come out, I rejoin Savior on the sofa. I sit across from him and he shakes his head. He lifts up the blanket and I notice his cock is tucked away into his pants. I was really hoping it was still out and hard so we could finish what we started last night. “Come here, gorgeous.”

He’s not my boyfriend but he’s acting like it. I’m torn between complaining about his attitude and wanting to get Savior snuggles. Snuggles, FTW. I walk over and lay down beside him. My back is pressed against his body and we’re facing the TV.

Savior’s body feels amazing against mine. It doesn’t matter if he’s beside me, behind me, or underneath me. I just want to feel him on me all day, every day.

“How did studying go last night?” He asks. His nose nuzzles my neck and he wraps his arms around my body.

It feels like we’ve always done this. It feels like an old friend. He feels like, everything. “It went very well. I have my final at ten so I’ll leave here in a little while. Then I have an appointment at the clinic to get everything checked and refill my birth control.” I yawn. “After that, I’m done until mid-February.”

Savior nods and kisses the nape of my neck. Ooh, that boy doesn’t know that’s my spot. “And then what?”

“Just the internship and I’ll get a job somewhere. I don’t really need one but I like to make my own money instead of relying on my daddy for some.”

His tongue plays with my earlobe and if this boy don’t quit…“What does your dad do for a living?”

I was wondering when that question was going to come up. I’d rehearsed my canned answers to Savior for a while and they all didn’t make any sense.

My daddy is a pharmaceutical rep. He reps Inglewood, Watts, and some parts of Compton. Westsiiiiiiiiiiide!

My daddy make it do what it do.

My daddy is a hustla, baby! (In my Pharrell voice)

I want to tell Savior the truth about my family but I don’t want to push him away. What guy will be okay that the woman he’s banging has a father who keeps goons on retainer? On the same token, I also want to realize who he’s getting himself involved with. He’s not dealing with Karen from Malibu or Christy from Palm Springs. He’s dealing with ghetto-ass Keisha from Inglewood.

“My daddy runs his own business from home. He does a lot of accounting.” Not quite a lie, but sounds a lot better than the truth.

Savior nods and kisses my neck again. This time I feel his hardened cock press into my cheeks. I want to turn around, straddle him, and ride that motherfucker until the sun goes down. Last night, Savior let me take control. I don’t think he’ll let me do it again this morning.

“What are your plans today?” I ask.

“Legal schmegal stuff,” his voice is smooth like maple syrup on a stack of pancakes, “and then gym time. I have a business dinner I need to attend but hopefully it won’t take too long.” He kisses my neck again. “Can I spend the night tonight?”

Hell, you can spend the night any night. My legs are wide open for you, boy. “Sure, that’ll be great.”

Savior yawns and checks his Apple watch. “Shit, I need to go.” I move out of his way and he rubs a hand over his face. “Bathroom?”

“Down the hallway to your right.” I watch him get up and he winks at me, slapping my ass before he leaves.

My body once again craves him. He felt so warm, and just so right. My mind travels to thought of when we’ll have sex for the first time. I mean, technically speaking we’ve already hooked up but I’m thinking the actual body-rocking, lamp-breaking, continuous orgasm sex.

I wonder if I’ll be able to handle him.

The toilet flushes and Savior appears a few minutes later, already in mid-transformation of his appearance. The sultry look is still there, but more of professional Savior has appeared. He wears his appearance as a mask, putting in on depending the situation and persons, and only carefully removing it when he’s completely comfortable. I wonder if I’ll ever see all of him.

He rushes over and kisses me, not caring about my stank morning breath. His lips sweep over mine and I hold onto his muscular arms to keep from falling. Every time he kisses me it blows me away. I wonder if it’ll always be like this.

Then I remind myself – 90 days.

He pulls back and I softly moan at the loss of him. “Good luck.” He gives my ass a couple of pats and heads out. I watch him walk to a parked Bentley with the driver, waiting for him at the back passenger door. Savior must’ve known he was going to stay with me because I can’t imagine the driver staying there all night waiting for him.

Did he know he was going to spend the night here? I can’t recall seeing the driver when I let him in.

As I close the front door, I have more questions than answers about Savior and our arrangement. He said he couldn’t do romance. He stressed he didn’t want to be my boyfriend and a relationship wasn’t something he wanted. If he wanted sex, he most certainly would’ve gotten more.

If I didn’t know better, it seemed Savior just wanted to be held.


 

The second and final book in the Savior and Keisha love drama, Simply Complicated, drops on February 13th. Pre-order details soon to come. It’ll be available everywhere.

To read the prequel, Her Savior, click here.

 

#TeaserTuesday: D’Amato #romance #shortstories

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The pair peeled off their clothing before Eli softly pushed Faith back on the sofa. He hovered over her and stared into her eyes. She was breathtaking, her brown eyes softening to a melted chocolate color. Her nipples were hard and delectable, silently begging Eli to suck on them.

“Is everything okay?” Faith asked. “Your eyes look glossy.”

“Everything’s perfect,” Eli murmured, “everything is absolutely perfect.”

Faith trembled as Eli’s eyes burned into her soul. He didn’t say a lot of words but always expressed his love in other ways. Now with Christmas approaching, they were on their way to finally reconciling once and for all.

Eli swept his mouth over hers, licking her tongue as Faith pulled him down closer. He devoured her mouth, savoring her taste. Her nails raked up and down his muscular back as his hot mouth found her neck again.

Eli slid down her body, spreading her thighs apart. He briefly looked up and saw how the passion began to take over his ex and felt his shaft becoming harder. He loved Faith being the good Christian woman who may have lost a step in her walk with the Lord, but was making the comeback of a lifetime.

He also loved her being his fuck toy; whatever he wanted to do, she was down for. The only woman who made him take a look at how he was living and wanted to correct it to save his family and sanity.

Eli concluded he loved Erica, but Faith was the only one who could set him free.

He wrapped his lips around her clit and lightly sucked on her. A stifled moan escaped Faith’s lips as she grabbed the sofa cushions. She arched her back off the sofa and held her breasts when Eli began tonguing her.

“Eli…” She breathed. She was careful not to be too loud to wake the children but she didn’t know how much longer she could contain it.

He held up one leg and licked inside of her cunt, feeling how much slicker and hotter she became. He never used fingers inside her while he orally pleased his wife. Eli’s ego wouldn’t allow that. He wanted all of the pleasure to come from his mouth and tongue alone.

He felt her body began to tremble, her pussy quivering with delight and her moans became that soft falsetto he liked to hear when she was about to come. When she did, her body twisted as the climax washed over her.

“That’s my girl,” Eli wiped his beard on Faith’s inner thigh. He rose to his knees and lifted Faith’s legs. He slid his hardened cock inside her and paused for a moment. The snug fit of his wife hugged his cock so deliciously, he had to relish it.

“Eli…” Faith moaned.

“Faye,” he laid on top of her and pressed his forehead against hers. Her pussy was greedy, suckling along the length of his cock and he wanted to feel it forever. He pushed in more and Faith dug her nails into his back. “Is this my pussy?”

“Yes,” she sobbed, “yes, baby.”


 

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#TeaserTuesday: H.E.R.

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Blurb: 

Love, honor, and respect.

The motto has maintained the Torres crime family for decades. It’s why they were always ten steps ahead of their adversaries. It’s also why they were the most-feared crime family in all of New York. It’s also why there was such a brotherhood between Pablo Torres, and his right-hand man/best friend, Clyde Lewis.

The two men formed a solid bond when their children became best friends, attending each other’s birthday parties, graduations, and other celebrations in a twenty-five year time span. The sons grew up to become mafia dons in their own right, controlling all of Harlem.

But all good things must end.

When an associate of the Torres’s mistakenly takes out a member of the Lewis family, all love, honor, and respect is thrown out of the window and is replaced with hate, disappointment, and revenge.

But what happens when the grandchildren of the rival families fall in love with each other?

H.E.R. is a series of small novellas dealing with revenge, true love, and if time really heals. It’s a modern-day retelling of Romeo and Juliet.


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When Roman turned back, Julia disappeared. His eyes searched for her all over the room. She seemingly vanished. “Damn it,” he cursed himself, “now I need to try to find her.”

“Find who?”

Roman slightly jumped and turned around. Staring at him with wide eyes and a bright smile was his new muse, Julia herself. Her face was completely made up and the bronze brought out the best in her rounded cheeks. She looked stunning. “You,” he gave a smile.

“Roman,” she returned his smile, “I’m so glad you came!” She leaned in and gave him a big bear hug.

Lord have mercy. The god sister who was a little nerdy, a little awkward, and a little unconventional grew up to become a grown-ass woman. She wore a simple, black dress with too loose spaghetti straps that kept falling down her bare shoulders. He suddenly wanted to kiss her just right there.

Julia was tall and her brown skin, a rich sepia color, shimmered beneath Roman’s skin. He felt his breath lodged in his throat when he wrapped his arms around her back. Jesus. She smelled like strawberries and mangoes. Suddenly, Roman was hungry for just that.

Roman wanted to think pure thoughts but feeling Julia’s breasts pressed against him made all X-rated fantasies suddenly appear. When she pulled away, he inwardly growled at the loss of her.

Roman suddenly reminded himself who he was and who Julia was. She was his god sister. He was her god brother. They were family. They grew up playing Sega Genesis and Crash Bandicoot. They had birthday parties at Chuck E. Cheese’s together. They were each other’s first kiss.

Now all he wanted to do is pin her beneath him as he thrust into her, begging her to submit while she cried and begged him not to stop.

“It’s great to see you,” her voice was soft, yet smoky. “I’m glad you were finally able to come here, Mr. Fashion Designer. Big fan of yours, by the way. No one believes me when I tell them we used to play together.”

Roman felt his cheeks turn hot and beet red. He’d heard that compliment numerous times over the years yet it sounded different from Julia. He wanted to play with Julia, all right, and it wouldn’t be GTA V. “Vanessa was like a mother to me. I couldn’t miss this for anything.” He looked around and saw everyone was talking in their own groups. He suddenly had an idea. “Do you want to go somewhere private?”

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“Gosh,” Julia dragged her bare feet along the sand at the nearby playground, “I haven’t been here in so long. I’m glad they still have this.”

“Remember how we used to play here all the time?” Roman chuckled. “You always were so mean to me in tag.”

“It’s not my fault, you couldn’t hang with the big kids,” she stuck out her tongue.

“You’re only eight months older than me. Only.” He shook a finger as he lightly swung. “Even though you often acted like my big sister.”

“I guess I was protective of you.” She glanced over at him. “Now I see I didn’t have any reason to be.”

A sensual air passed between the pair and Roman cleared his throat. “So, how’s L.A.?”


H.E.R. will be out later this  month.

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#TeaserTuesday: War is now LIVE!

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She was his biggest mistake. He’s about to be her biggest regret.

Eliodoro “Eli” D’Amato has a busy enough life. His reality show is rate number one in the country, and he has endorsements coming from everywhere to guarantee his children wouldn’t have anything to worry about. But when a mistake from his past comes back, he wonders if this is a storm he can weather.

Faith D’Amato is going to stand by her husband no matter what drama from his supposed baby mama brings. When the paternity of her middle child is brought into question, Faith realizes that she has more questions than answers.

Simone Harris is not going down with a fight. If Eli and Faith want to play dirty, she’s willing to roll around in the mud. She wonders if her fight is a lost cause when it’s not Eli and Faith she’s fighting, but the entire D’Amato clan.

All is fair in love and war, right?

War is the first of three novellas that deals with the aftermath of infidelity, revenge, and if true love can be saved.


 

Snippet:

Eli fumbled with removing Faith’s jeans and pushed them down to the floor. She clumsily stepped out of them while he stripped naked. “Are the babies asleep?” He asked.

“I just…put…them…down…an…hour…ago.” She breathed.

“Good,” Eli turned Faith around and she gasped against the wall. “They don’t need to witness this.”

“Witness what, baby?” She barely asked before she felt her cheeks spread and Eli’s wet tongue between them. “Oooh shit!”

“Shhhh….” He instructed. He spread her legs apart and kneeled down, dipping his head underneath her cunt and tasted her love. He held onto her thighs as he dragged his tongue up and down her wet slit. He sucked and nibbled in her love, letting it bounce and roll over his tongue as she squirmed and sighed above him.

It had been so long since Eli had given her head, Faith lost her mind. His tongue was perfect – wide and flat in some moments, long and pointy in others. He gave head as if her pussy had the cure and the only way he could get it was sucking it. “That’s my spot! That’s my fucking spot!” She squealed.

Eli held onto Faith’s cheeks more so he could bury his tongue deeper inside her. She was slick and hot, open and ready for him. He was obsessed, addicted to her, and was willing to fight whoever who threatened to come between them.

Faith erupted into a muffled cry as the orgasm washed over her body, shaking it against Eli’s tongue. Eli slapped both cheeks and stood up. “Good girl,” he turned her around and slid inside her, lifting her up against the wall.

“Eli…” She cried.

“Damn, baby girl,” he pressed his head against hers. Her pussy suckled and nipped along his length, greedy for more. Eli was dangerously close to the edge and Faith knew how to push him there. He lifted her against the wall and thrust hard inside of her. “Girl, you play too much. You know this is my pussy.”


 

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She was his biggest mistake. He’s about to be her biggest regret.

Eliodoro “Eli” D’Amato has a busy enough life. His reality show is rate number one in the country, and he has endorsements coming from everywhere to guarantee his children wouldn’t have anything to worry about. But when a mistake from his past comes back, he wonders if this is a storm he can weather.

Faith D’Amato is going to stand by her husband no matter what drama from his supposed baby mama brings. When the paternity of her middle child is brought into question, Faith realizes that she has more questions than answers.

Simone Harris is not going down with a fight. If Eli and Faith want to play dirty, she’s willing to roll around in the mud. She wonders if her fight is a lost cause when it’s not Eli and Faith she’s fighting, but the entire D’Amato clan.

All is fair in love and war, right?

War is the first of three novellas that deals with the aftermath of infidelity, revenge, and if true love can be saved.


Snippet: 

 

“I don’t appreciate that shit between you and Faye a while back. I don’t care if you two hate each other but the moment it became physical, that’s where I draw the line.” His brown eyes grew increasingly darker with each word. “Not on my watch. That won’t ever happen again or I will quit you both.”

Simone folded her arms and sucked her teeth. Once again she was the devil while Faith was the angel. Faith was so angelic yet she had a retailiation affair. Faith was so angelic yet she kept in contact with Darren for an entire year after they broke up.

Simone wondered if Eli really knew how much his wife was hiding. “Did Faith get the same warning?”

“She sure in the hell did,” Eli nodded. “And I’m repeating it for you so there’s no mistake.”

“Oh what the fuck ever,” Simone rolled her eyes and walked into her kitchen. She stood at the sink and stretched her arms across it. She studied the window outside and focused her attention “Faith just has to get used to me being around, Eliodoro. I don’t necessarily care for this arrangement, neither, but that doesn’t matter now.”

“I will handle my wife,” He replied in a tone that politely told Simone to mind her business, “don’t worry about her. Just focus on Elena, please? Thank you.”

Simone harrumphed and shook her head. “I just knew there was going to be something. She won! She got you, and she got the kids! I don’t ever talk about her or even want to. Why does she care about me and what I’m doing? I swear it’s like the time I spoke to her at the salon when we were dating.”

Eli slowly turned his head toward her. His heartbeat quickened as a small fire lit inside him. “Can you run that by me again?”

“I confronted her at the salon when we dated,” Simone folded her arms and defended her actions, “I asked her when she was going to sign the divorce papers and she was defiant.”

“You did what?” Eli glared at her. “Why? I didn’t ask you to get involved, Simone.”

Simone felt Eli’s words to her core. She hated how he could still impact her as if nothing ever happened. “You were dragging your feet so I felt confronting Faith would speed up everything,” she stood her ground, “I don’t regret it.”

Eli understood Faith’s actions even more. He felt silly getting angry at his wife when she was pushed to the brink of explosion. He would make it up to her when he arrived home. “Of course you didn’t,” Eli walked up to her and cornered Simone against the sink, “don’t pull that shit again.”

Simone smelled Eli’s spicy cologne and felt a sudden dampness in her panties. Eli was so damn hot when he was pissed off. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise,” he backed away, “I’m not having discord between you two because of something I did years ago. You don’t have to like each other but you will not disrespect my name.”

“Speaking of being disrespectful,” Simone began, “I received notice you wanted a DNA test.”


 

War (Book 1) will be out later this month.

#TeaserTuesday: War – Book 1

 

 

 

Blurb: 

She was his biggest mistake. He’s about to be her biggest regret.

Eliodoro “Eli” D’Amato has a busy enough life. His reality show is rate number one in the country, and he has endorsements coming from everywhere to guarantee his children wouldn’t have anything to worry about. But when a mistake from his past comes back, he wonders if this is a storm he can weather.

Faith D’Amato is going to stand by her husband no matter what drama from his supposed baby mama brings. When the paternity of her middle child is brought into question, Faith realizes that she has more questions than answers.

Simone Harris is not going down with a fight. If Eli and Faith want to play dirty, she’s willing to roll around in the mud. She wonders if her fight is a lost cause when it’s not Eli and Faith she’s fighting, but the entire D’Amato clan.

All is fair in love and war, right?

War is the first of three novellas that deals with the aftermath of infidelity, revenge, and if true love can be saved.


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“So do you think, big bro?” Eli asked. “What’s your honest opinion?”

Nick looked around to make sure they weren’t in earshot of any fans or paparazzi. “Honestly? I don’t think she’s a D’Amato. She has none of the features the others have. Then again, genes are a bit of a lottery. She could be yours and just look like Simone.”

“I would accept that but she also doesn’t really look like Simone,” Eli looked up at the sky.

Nick softly blinked and turned to his younger brother. “Oh?”

“I didn’t ask her if there was another possibility,” Eli shrugged.

“But you think there was?”

Eli thought back to when he was with Simone. They saw each other plenty during the week, but the weekends were always swamped. There was also a time period they didn’t see each other for a couple of weeks.

Could she have? It wasn’t like they were in a committed relationship and Eli was still trying to process what he did to Faith and Nathan during the time. “Anything’s possible,” Eli replied, “I wasn’t with Simone all of the time, so…”

Nick shook his head. “Your ego is out of this world, little brother.”

“I’m speaking the truth,” Eli defended with more haste than he’d intended. “I don’t know what she was doing.”

Nick simply smiled. “Just come correct with me, Eli.”

“About what?”

Nick stopped walking and turned to his younger brother. He briefly looked around the Houston sky and admired how sunny and bright it was before he redirected his attention back to Eli. “You can’t stand the fact that while you were cheating on Faye, Simone could’ve been cheating on you.”

“She was never my girlfriend,” Eli replied.

“But I’m almost positive you didn’t want her sleeping with anyone else.”

“Why does any of this matter?” Eli defended. “This was three years ago.”

“It matters because it’s your ego. Eli, you know Elena is not yours.” Nick took off his sunglasses. “The way you’re acting tells me you know deep down Elena is not your child. But you don’t want to accept the fact that the woman you gave up your marriage and family for, was also playing you like a fiddle. You cannot accept the new pussy you chased and threw everything out the damn window, only saw the prestige of being connected to a D’Amato and dollar signs. You cannot accept the fact that the sweet Moni you knew in high school and lost your virginity to, grew up to be Simone, the homewrecking golddigging whore.” He spat. “So that is why we’re here in hot-ass Houston, examining an innocent little girl because you want to be convinced so badly that Elena is your daughter, it would somehow mean what I just said isn’t true. I have news for you, sweet brother, even if Elena is proven to be yours, what I just said about Simone stands.”


 

War – Book 1 – will be out later this month.

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Blurb: 

When Kristin Singletary moved to Atlanta, she thought she left her past behind. Her YouTube hair tutorial channel was blowing up, her hair and body care line was gaining even celebrity fans, and she’s a young mother to a toddler son.

Then, against her better judgment, she went to a wrestling show and saw him. It was then Kristin realized that maybe, her past had some unresolved issues.

Luke “Storm” Clayton is a force to be reckoned within the squared circle. A large fanbase of millions plus a budding acting career has made Storm one of the most sought-after men in the world.

Then he saw her. His muse. The one he let get away.

They say time heals all wounds but what heals time?

What About Us? is a novelette about second chances, old romance, and getting that old thang back.


Snippet: 

It was a little after six in the morning when Kristin arrived back home.

It wasn’t her intention to stay with Luke as long as she did. She wanted to lie and said it wasn’t her intention to sleep with him again but it was bullshit. Shit to the bull. The moment she saw him at the convention center and the subtle ‘fuck me’ eye exchanges to each other told her everything.

As she pulled into her garage and turned off the engine, Kristin sat in silence. The cardinal rule was broken. Things were better between them now. Things were actually worse in other ways. At some point, her and Luke were going have to have a Come to Jesus meeting about their relationship but it was too soon for that.

She leaned forward and draped herself over the steering wheel as soft flashbacks struck her.

“God, I missed this pussy,” he moaned before his tongue dove into her. He flickered his tongue, suckling on her clit, and felt her cunt quiver beneath his mouth. The way she smelled, the way she tasted, could drive a sober man to drink.

The wetter she became, the harder Luke’s grow grew. He needed to be inside her, to feel her tightness wrapped around his cock again, to have her scream his name.

“I’m going to come,” she cried and moments later, her body shook, and twisted all over the bed.

Luke climbed up to Kristin and pressed his body against hers. He softly kissed her, letting her taste her own juices from his lips and tongue. He adjusted his position and slid his shaft inside her tight heat.

“Fuck,” he felt her clamp down hard on his cock, suckling along the girth.

“Luke!” Kristin moaned as she clawed at him.

“Cinnamon, baby.” He whispered in her ear as he drove into her. He trailed his tongue from her ear to her neck, increasing his tempo as she softly moaned and clawed at his back. Luke gathered Kristin’s legs, held them against the headboard, thrust hard into her.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

“Yeah, fuck me is absolutely right,” Kristin shook her head. It was perfect. From the moment he mounted her to the various position changes to Luke fucking her so hard, they banged the headboard against the wall. He was rough when he needed to be and gentle when she wanted him. They interlaced fingers when he was on top of her and again, it was her turn to ride him.

She let out another sigh. She always got into the most precarious relationships with troubled men. It was like there was a magnet on her forehead that glared out, ‘I will fix your problems for just a good dickdown’ and they all came running to her. They all were very different. They all, however, were very much alike. They were broken in some form and she often played therapist in addition to girlfriend.

As much as she wanted to blame the men, Kristin also knew she was the culprit. She was the common denominator in all of the relationships. Self-awareness could be a motherfucker at times, knocking a person cold on their behind as reality delivered blow after blow.

Truth was, she’d never eradicated Luke out of her system, not with their storied history. Only a few close people knew and the number was less than a hand count. Not even her exes knew out of fear loose lips would ruin Luke’s reputation more than hers. She felt an innate need to protect him more than the others.

She wondered what was going to happen between them now that something big happened. Making love one time might have been a mistake, but they went at it four times. That was officially a habit.

“No, not anymore and not again,” she shook her head. There were at different parts of their lives now and they wouldn’t fit in each other’s worlds.

They were too different.

They were very much the same.

Kristin quickly got out of her car and quietly entered her home. She checked on Ethan, who slept with Farrah in the guest room. Kristin went to her bedroom, shed her clothes and got underneath the sheets. She had a few hours of sleep before Ethan woke up and even though it wouldn’t be enough, it would have to do.

Maybe she could sleep Luke out of her system.


 

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