#TeaserTuesday: Boo’d Up

 

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Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James dishes out love and relationship advice, while keeping her identity a closely guarded secret. When she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend being intimate, and blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box. It’s all good until…the subject of said blog post reads about it.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more adult toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.


Snippet:

The pair was mostly silent during the car ride to Vegas, with Savannah staring out of the window for the most part. She didn’t even dare to look at Blake’s face when they arrived at a private garage located in the desert.

“I think…” Blake leaned forward to look around. There were no markers or anything to indicate if he even arrived at the right place. “…we’re here?”

Savannah didn’t like the turn the trip had taken. They were literally in the middle of nowhere and the cell phone reception was poor. Yep, it was official – she was about to die. Blake was going to turn all Michael Myers on her and Savannah could already hear the Jaws theme song somewhere in the background. On second thought, she thought she just mixed up two movies.

“Savannah!”

She blinked the horrendous thoughts out of her mind and turned towards Blake. His eyes alternated between a grey and green color, almost like a lake. His eyes were intense, hypnotizing, and completely focused on her. His mere presence pulled her in, and Savannah long forgot about her silly perceived danger based on too many horror flicks.

Now she felt safe and comforted. “Yes?”

“We’re here.” Blake grabbed her hand as he struggled to read her face. There was confusion within her eyes. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She shook her curly locks. “Where are we?”

“I believe we’re at the place I’m supposed to deliver this car,” Blake’s eyes scanned the location. He was told by Soul’s assistant to deliver the car to a warehouse and that was it. He would’ve freaked out if it wasn’t for the chilly reception he received from Savannah. “But I wanted to talk to you about what happened back there.”

“Nothing happened,” Savannah shook her head.

“Oh, I believe you’re on that bullshit so we will talk about it.” Blake took off his seat belt and turned towards her. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened, Blake.” Savannah gritted her teeth. “That’s all.”

“I can ask a woman why she’s mad at me and I get the ‘nothing happened’ or ‘everything’s fine’ and next thing I know, I’m starring on a very special episode of Snapped.” He sighed. “Why do I even bother?”

“Blake, why did you bring me here?” Savannah asked. “What was your intention?”

“My intention?” He repeated. “To have fun.”

“You didn’t bring me here because you’re on the rebound, you saw my sex toy collection, and you wanted to have a taste?” She narrowed her eyes.

“For Christ’s sake,” Blake rolled his eyes, “that’s what this is about? Savannah, if I wanted to bang you, I wouldn’t have taken you on a trip with me. I would’ve just stayed home and tried to do it.”

Savannah felt her cheeks tinged with pink. He had a point, despite how crude it came out. “I guess so.”

Blake realized his faux pas and cursed at himself. “You know what I mean. I brought you with me because I think you’re beautiful and cool.” He paused for a beat. “Even though I’m not sure if you’re into to anyone.”

Savannah was still on the high of Blake’s compliment until the backhanded comment. “I beg your pardon?”

“I’ve never see you with a boyfriend or a girlfriend, for that matter. You stay sequestered.” He replied. “I don’t care about your toys but toys only do so much.”

“So, you think me being a big girl means I can’t get dick?” She shot to the point.

“What?” Now it was Blake’s turn to feel embarrassed. “I never said that!”

“Just because I’m a big girl, it doesn’t mean I can’t take dick.” Savannah folded her arms. “Listen, Blake, I understand you’re used to thin women. I totally get that. But underneath this pouch of belly is some good pussy.”

A slow smile curved Blake’s lips. “Was that an invitation?”


 

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Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James is a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky, dishing out sex advice and test-driving sex toys. When she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend having sex, and blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box.

Blake Hutchinson loved three things: sex, women, and cars – and not necessarily in that order. When he and his girlfriend decided to role-play one night, Blake could’ve sworn he felt another set of eyes watching from afar and enjoying the action herself. When a coworker talks about the hot sex blogger speaking about her recent voyeurism experiment, Blake discovers Savannah’s secret identity – and is determined to get to know more about her.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more sex toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.


 

Snippet:

Savannah was surprised at the diversity of the club and how it really wasn’t what it appeared to be. Here she thought she was about to become a viral sensation because she knocked out Becky with the Cell Phone Calling the Police on Black People Who Just Want to Live when really, Savannah didn’t have to worry about any of that.

Once again, she misread Blake. Once again, he silently proved a point to her regardless of her feelings.

Savannah quickly flagged down a waitress and ordered one of the strongest drinks she could think of – Adios, Motherfucker! She needed to get wasted and drink Blake out of her mind. The trip hadn’t been a disaster but she wasn’t about to run any victory laps.

They still had a flight home the following evening. It was about to be a long 24 hours.

“Did I piss you off?” Blake turned towards her. “I’m getting a chilly reception from you that’s colder than a diss record.”

“I just…” Savannah thanked the server as she brought over her drink. She quickly finished it and Blake’s eyes widened. “…let’s dance!”

Blake followed a buzzed (he thought?) and kinda weird (he knew for certain) Savannah onto the dance floor, where they grinded against the heavy bass line of G-Eazy’s “Drop.” Savannah turned around and shook her ass against his crotch before she stood up and licked her lips.

Blake blinked once and then twice as he tried to keep up with Savannah’s newfound…sexuality, the thought? He knew it was the alcohol talking and that she wasn’t being this expressive on her sobriety. But when she hooked her leg around his waist and ground harder into him, Blake temporarily forgot he was trying to be her voice of reason.

He really just wanted to bend her over and fuck the soul out of her.

They danced to another trap song before the DJ interrupted the patrons. “We are now taking contestants for our bull-riding contest! If you want to show your stuff, sign up at the DJ booth!”

“That’s me!” Savannah pulled away from Blake and headed over to the DJ booth, where she signed up.

Blake stood in the middle of the dance floor and just stared at his date. There was a connection they both felt, yet she was trying her best to fight it. Maybe he should just let her go since it was clear she didn’t want him. He didn’t want to waste her time so maybe it was for the best.

He gathered by the large circle and stood outside of it as he awaited Savannah’s turn. The other girls were hot, drunken messes who only did it so it was something to boast about on their various Instagram pages. He received no fulfillment out of watching them.

Savannah, however, he paid close attention. He wanted to know if she would be like her predecessors or if she could ride a bull. He briefly wondered how she would ride him.

Blake shook his head to relieve it of such nasty thoughts. Savannah didn’t want him, no matter how much her eyes and body responded differently. He couldn’t change her mind on that and Blake was pretty sure he didn’t want to try just to be rejected. They would be friends and that’s it.

Even he couldn’t buy what he thought.

“Next up,” The DJ announced, “is Savannah!”

Blake stood to attention as he watched Savannah climb the bull and be strapped in. Snoh Aalegra’s “Walls” filled the speakers and the singer’s smoky, seductive voice traveled throughout the floor. The bull started slowly and Savannah rode her body along with it, feeling the motion of the device.

One hand was free, while the other tightly held onto the rope. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be lost into another dimension, somewhere far that wasn’t Las Vegas. Another plateau of freedom and ecstasy.

All Blake could focus was Savannah. He no longer heard the whoops and hollers from the surrounding crowd or the snarky comments from the other women regarding Savannah’s size and her thick thighs.

All Blake saw, all he wanted was her. He imagined himself as that mechanical bull, Savannah’s thick thighs cradling his as she took his cock over and over. He imagined curled toes, hands gripping the sheets, and moans from both of them as sex filled the air.

As the song neared the halfway point, Savannah stayed on the bull, impressing everyone despite at how fast it went. She was a pro at riding and Blake felt a bit more energized by her performance. He was going to give it another shot. He would be damned if he was leaving Las Vegas without Savannah as his woman, his lover. He wanted her in his life and that was that.

He was going to prove it to her that night.


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#TeaserTuesday: Her Little Secret (Boo’d Up)

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Photo by Amador Loureiro

Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James is a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky, dishing out sex advice and test-driving sex toys. When she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend having sex, and then blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box.

Blake Hutchinson loved three things: sex, women, and cars – and not necessarily in that order. When he and his girlfriend decided to role-play one night, Blake could’ve sworn he felt another set of eyes watching from afar and enjoying the action herself. When a coworker talks about the hot sex blogger speaking about her recent voyeurism experiment, Blake discovers Savannah’s secret identity –and is determined to get to know more about her.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more sex toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.


(Unedited Snippet):

Savannah.

She’d been on his mind since the other night and he couldn’t shake the feeling she watched him and Irina make love. Maybe he was so blinded by lust, he thought he saw Savannah. Maybe his mind wished she was there instead of entertaining Irina again.

During their weeks-long relationship, Irina often asked Blake if he would consider moving in because she was there so much. He entertained the idea but liked the freedom of his pseudo bachelor pad. Irina was free to come over and spend as much time she wanted. But she wasn’t moving in.

Yet, Blake suddenly began to entertain the possibility staying where he was but not for Courtney. He had a newfound interest in Savannah. He got to know her and found she was…well, she was interesting.

Yes, interesting. She wasn’t the partygoer type. She wasn’t a dating type. Come to think of it, Blake wasn’t sure if Savannah was even interested in dating. She’d never brought home any kind of boyfriend or date within the past three months he’d stayed at the townhome. He honestly thought she was gay.

But she watched him and Irina have sex. She was there from beginning to the end and probably self-participated.

That alone made Blake want to get to know Savannah a lot better. “I wonder what she’s really like?” Blake wondered aloud.

“You should probably ask her,” Savannah replied from behind. Her sudden appearance startled Blake a bit. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Blake,” she smiled.

“It’s all good,” Blake felt embarrassed. He had only hoped Savannah didn’t have a secret talent of telepathy.  “What’s up?”

“Nothing, really. Working on a major deadline and need to get it done soon,” Savannah made her way to the kitchen and grabbed an apple juice. Her last masturbation session worked up quite a thirst. “Long and tedious but it’ll be worth it in the very end.”

“That’s good.” Blake shifted his stance. He took a quick sweep of Savannah’s features and wondered why he’d never noticed them before. Her hair was put up in a large pouf. Her full lips were covered in pink gloss. Other than a little mascara, she was barefaced and stunning.

Her attire of loose workout shorts and a tight tank top did nothing to hide the softness of her curves. Sure, he liked thin women but a thick Savannah was looking like a snack and he was suddenly hungry for a taste. “What’s it about?”

“Ummm…” Savannah thought of a quick lie. She wasn’t expecting Blake to ask that question. “Relationships and the dynamic between a man and a woman.”

“Sounds interesting,” Blake politely nodded. “And what did you discover?”

That Irina wasn’t faking it. “People fall in lust more often than they realize. Lust is fleeting but love is forever.” Savannah was rather impressed at how well she could lie under pressure.

Blake nodded again. He had a feeling Savannah was lying but he couldn’t prove it. “Nice. I like to read it sometime.”

I like to ride you sometime. Savannah imagined Blake’s muscular frame beneath her curvy one, sliding up and down his beautiful cock as he guided her with quick, and hard thrusts until they both climaxed. His body screamed sex and Savannah found her own volition answering the call. “Not a problem,” Savannah smiled and held up her juice. “Well, gotta go work. Talk to you later.”

“Hey Savannah,” Blake began. He ran a hand through his dark hair and folded his arms. “Um, I wanted to ask you about the other night.”

The admission made Savannah stop in her tracks. She reluctantly turned around. Did he see her? If he did, did he see her doing that? “Yes?”

“We weren’t, um, too loud were we?” Blake shifted his stance. “We didn’t keep you up?”

Savannah briefly thought about the other night. It would something she would never forget anytime or ever. All of the dildos and vibrators Savannah had didn’t compare to seeing long, smooth thickness of Blake’s cock pumping in and out of his fling. She came once on the stairs and again when she went to bed, thinking about him.

In fact, she’d been in a constant state of arousal since the other night and being close to Blake only intensified the heat within her. It was a fleeting thought, she convinced herself. They weren’t going to be permanent in any way, shape or form. “Um, no. I slept right through it as usual.”

Blake nodded. He knew she was lying. It was a game they both played and were active participants in. He would have to try harder and dig a little deeper. Savannah was a closet freak and Blake was about to open her closet door to see what other skeletons she had hidden in there. “Good. All right, see you later.”

“Later, Blake,” Savannah smiled.

Savannah walked back to her room and closed the door behind her. She locked it just to make sure no one would disturb her. Too late. Blake already distracted her. Now she had the image of sucking his cock while he pulled her coily hair.

“Oh no, you didn’t keep me up at all, Blake!” She mocked herself as she sat in front of the computer. “I just only watched you have sex with your girlfriend and memorized how big your dick is and how much I want to ride you. That’s all.” Savannah slapped the computer desk. “Damn, I need to get laid!”

Savannah took comfort in knowing Blake didn’t know her secret. He didn’t see her. It was impossible that he did. He was too busy concentrating on Irina to notice Savannah was watching them. Unless…Savannah shook her head and laughed. She was sure they didn’t see her. Even if Blake did see her, he would’ve said something.

Right? He would’ve said something.


 

Her Little Secret is a new adult novella and will be out this July. Cover reveal coming soon!

#FlashFriday: Her Little Secret (Boo’d Up)

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Photograph by Thomas Martinsen

Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James was a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky. A reader challenged her to spy on a couple having sex, and it was an offer she couldn’t refuse. But when she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend and boyfriend having sex, and then blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box.

Blake Hutchinson loved three things: sex, women, and cars – and not necessarily in that order. When he and his girlfriend decided to role-play one night, Blake could’ve sworn he felt another set of eyes watching from afar and enjoying the action herself. When a coworker talks about the hot sex blogger speaking about her recent voyeurism experiment, Blake discovers Savannah’s secret identity –and is determined to get to know more about her.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more sex toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.


 

Unedited Snippet: 

A voluptuous black woman opened the front door. She wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t skinny. She filled out her simple attire of blue jeans and a red sweater with pushed-up sleeves. She was hipper than what her age gave away because Savannah noticed the dark pink Gucci sneakers on her feet.

She was older and her hair showed signs of her wisdom, not age. She had small lines around her eyes but no wrinkles on her clean skin, blessed only by small freckles and moles. Her hair was in locs, with a mixture of grey, blonde, and black. What would look silly on someone else, looked elegant on her.

“Well, Blake…” The older woman’s voice was smoky and inviting. “…are you going introduce me to your friend?”

“My manners,” he smiled a charming smile, “Mom, this is my friend, Savannah. Savannah, this is my mother, Alicia Hutchinson.”

Savannah blinked several times and hoped the surprise in her mind didn’t appear across her face. Alicia was clearly a black woman. Blake was about as Orange County surfer dude as they come. And they were mother and son?

“Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Alicia.” Savannah stuck out her hand.

“Oh girl, give me a hug!” Alicia pulled her in and gave Savannah one of the biggest bear hugs she’d ever had. Alicia felt like Christmas morning, Southern hospitality, and Al Green songs. Alicia pulled away and just smiled at Savannah. “Oh, you’re just so beautiful! And your hair! I just love your hair, baby.”

It was a compliment Savannah didn’t know she needed. “Thank you, Ms. Alicia.”

“Now, do you eat soul food? You see I have to ask this because the last few times Blake brought home one of his things,” her eyes cut to Blake, who quickly looked up at the sky, “they didn’t eat. One time I made chitlins and I told the girl what she was eating after she finished a plate of them. Honey, she was stuck in the guest bathroom for an hour trying to throw it all back up!” Alicia chuckled. “It was the funniest thing in my entire life. I’m pretty sure if I made potato salad with raisins and whatever weird mess they put in there, she would’ve ate it all up.”

“Hmm,” Savannah agreed, “was her name Karen?”

“Why, yes it was, actually!” Alicia laughed as Savannah joined in. “Let’s see….there was also a Becky, and a Lisa and a Michelle…” Alicia’s voice became more Valley Girl-like with each girl’s name. “….and now I have a Savannah…hallelujah, praise God!” A proud smile curved Alicia’s lips as she turned to Blake. “What did I tell you, son? What did I tell you? I told you one day you were going to bring home a girl just like your mama and look at God! He answers prayers, you know?”

Blake was thankful he had a beard because the embarrassment caused by his mother made his cheeks feel pink. “Can we go inside, Mom?”

“Oh yes!” Alicia interlocked arms with Savannah and led her inside the home. “Let me tell you all about my Blake since I’m sure that boy hadn’t said a word about where he’d come from.” She shot a glance back at him.

Blake’s head fell back and he closed his eyes. “I love my mother. I love my mother. I love my mother…”

“BLAKE!”

“Coming, mama!”

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Alicia’s home was just like her. Decorated in soft hues of burgundy, tan, and olive, it felt welcoming from the jump. Oversized sofas were the centerpiece of the family room, which showcased a flatscreen TV on the wall and various family pictures.

Hardwood floors led to the many carpeted bedrooms and polished bathrooms spread across two stories. The kitchen had a country, rustic theme with old Mason jars that contained grown herbs and flowers.

The kitchenette was reminiscent of an old 1950s diner with a small, flatscreen TV in the corner; perfect for watching a daytime gabfest or a cooking show. The formal dining room was just that, and Savannah could tell it was only used for special occasions. It mostly contained storage for such events.

There was a touch of expensive items but nothing so drastic where Savannah felt she couldn’t even sit on the furniture. It was clear Alicia had money, and it was possible she was wealthy, but to what extent Alicia wasn’t sure. It was also very clear Alicia downplayed her wealth every chance she had.

As Savannah looked around the home more, she noticed the walls weren’t the standard stark white but a soft mauve color. Various family photos hung on the walls and Savannah smiled as she saw the transition of Blake from childhood to adult. Every photo he had with Alicia, and her husband, Willis, there was Blake with a huge smile on his face.

You’re always welcomed herewas the motto Savannah silently picked up from Alicia. Her demeanor, her home, and even her clothing. She wondered if it had something to do with the clear differences between her and Blake and Shana. Or maybe…the siblings were really taking after their mother.

“You’re probably wondering the one thing most of Blake’s girlfriends ask so I might as well address it now,” Alicia stood next to Savannah as she looked at a photo of Blake in his Little League uniform. “Blake and Shana are adopted. I had two sons and we wanted to have more children after them but we weren’t able to. So, we went to adoption agency and requested a black baby to adopt. They didn’t have any.” Alicia shook her head and gave Savannah a look that signaled, ‘You believe that mess?’

“So, I asked them, ‘Well, what do you have?’ and the lady said, ‘we only have white babies here.’ So, I asked, ‘Is there a law I can’t adopt a white baby?’ and she said, ‘No ma’am, but we currently have twins here. We told every prospective parent they have to adopt both but many wanted to separate them.’ And Willis said, ‘We’ll take them both.’” Alicia smiled. “I’m not going to sugarcoat and say it was easy. The twins got picked on a lot at school and both Willis and I had family questioning us for adopting two white kids. But as they grew older and we became more acquainted with our neighborhood, everyone knew us as a loving family who opened up our home to anyone. Ask Blake. Many of his friends spent the night here and stayed here when they had issues with their parents.”

Savannah smiled at the warmth Alicia and Willis showed their children. She knew it wasn’t easy raising two children who clearly didn’t look anything like them, but loved them as if they came from them. “How many children do you have?”

“Just those four and trust me, it’s more than plenty.” Alicia chuckled. “My boys – Derek, Dalvin, and Blake are very close in age. They’re only a year apart each. My food bill and my clothes shopping bill went through the roof during that time.” The older woman sighed as she reminisced. “I’m so glad high school and college is over.”

Savannah smiled. Blake was built like a UFC fighter yet his demeanor was warm like a children’s pediatrician. She definitely saw why he often kept a rotating door of female conquests. She also saw why he probably had no interest in her.

She quickly changed the subject before her heartbreak became apparent on her face. “What do your other two sons do?”

“Derek is a coach for the NFL,” Alicia proudly smiled, “he just won his first Super Bowl this past year. Dalvin is a music producer and does a lot of that rap stuff I don’t listen to. He recently worked with some guy named Dolce Gabbana, but I guess they did amazing work since they both won Grammys.” She softly put her hand on Alicia’s arm. “Willis and I went with him. We were his dates for the night.”

“And what does Willis do for a living?” Savannah asked. It quickly occurred to her that why Shana was pretty open with what her family did, Blake was more quiet and reserved about it.

“He’s a fire captain for the Las Vegas Fire Department.” Alicia replied. “He was a firefighter when we met thirty years ago. Every time he gets a call, I still get shakes wondering if he’s coming home. It only gets worse during fire season.”

“How do you manage?” Savannah asked.

Alicia gave her a sweet smile. “Prayer.” She paused for a brief moment. “And lots of wine.”


 

Her Little Secret will be out this month. It’s an erotic new adult novella.

#TeaserTuesday: Her Little Secret (Boo’d Up)

Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James was a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky. A reader challenged her to spy on a couple having sex, and it was an offer she couldn’t refuse. But when she spies on her roommate’s brother and his then-girlfriend having sex, and then blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box.

Blake Hutchinson loved three things: sex, women, and cars – and not necessarily in that order. When he and his ex-girlfriend decided to role-play one night, Blake could’ve sworn he felt another set of eyes watching from afar and enjoying the action herself. When a coworker talks about the hot sex blogger speaking about her recent voyeurism experiment, Blake discovers Savannah’s secret identity – and is determined to get to know more about her.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more sex toys than a girl can imagine make up this sexy, summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.


 

Unedited Snippet:

“Well, we’re here.”

It was the unmistakable feeling that Savannah had felt when she ventured in dating guys she normally wouldn’t. Her idea of fun was going to an amusement park, music festival, or checking out spoken-word poetry.

The men she’d often dated were into ziplines, mountain climbing on real mountains, and going kayaking – all of the typical activities a woman with natural 4C hair probably wouldn’t do. Savannah had no issues staying on the sidelines as they explored their activities. She was also never surprised when it was eventually revealed her past paramours found those who liked the same things they did.

So, she should’ve been surprised after a night of walking the Strip, Blake took her to a country music club. Of course, the sleeved-up white dude would bring her black ass to a club where they both would get harassed. “What in the Ghetto Gaggers fresh hell is this?” She quietly asked after a few silent moments.

“It’s like Coyote Ugly,” he referenced the movie, “and they have a mechanical bull inside you can ride.”

Coyote Ugly, huh?” Savannah smirked as she remembered the skinny supermodels in that movie. It was clear Blake was intent on embarrassing her. “I should really punch you in the dick hole.”

“Hey!” Blake stood in front of her. “What’s with the aggression?”

“You want to embarrass me and it’s becoming clear you’re hell-bent on that fact.” She folded her arms. “So, no President Fitz, I will not be your thirsty side chick, Olivia.”

Blake’s eyes narrowed and shook his head. “Who?”

“Uh, never mind.” Savannah rolled her eyes. “I’m going back to the suite.”

“Vannah,” Blake’s voice was low and feathered as he closed the distance between them, “you should know me well enough by now that I would never embarrass you, at least not intentionally.”

Blake’s brown eyes softened to a warm chocolate color. Savannah took a small inhale of his earthy cologne and felt the scent permeated her body, touching her senses, and crashing her back down to Earth.

“I don’t know that.” She remained defiant.

“Have you felt embarrassed at all during this trip?” He asked. He ran a hand through her locks and removed a piece of lint. “I say I’ve done a pretty good job at keeping you comfortable.”

Blake had done an excellent job at keeping Savannah uncomfortable was the truth. He was very respectful, engaged in intelligent conversation, and kept Savannah laughing. He was all sexy as all get out. He opened doors, and pulled out chairs. He even ordered for her whenever they went out.

His muscular frame crowded hers, yet she didn’t feel overwhelmed or suffocated. Instead, she felt comforted and warm. Her heart beat in a staccato rhythm and she struggled to keep up. Her mouth suddenly felt cottony, and a dampness in her panties appeared.

No.

Blake was her best friend’s brother. There was a hard and fast rule Savannah had about men she wouldn’t pursue. Married men, men in relationships, men old enough to be her daddy, and most importantly, her best friend’s brother.

If things went south with the brother, things would go south with Courtney and Savannah couldn’t risk that. She kept her feelings at bay and her fingers busy at night while Blake remained a fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I don’t even know how to ride a bull.” Savannah offered.

“That’s the fun part, you just get on and learn as you go.” Blake winked and his lips curved into a delicious smile. “You can’t knock it until you try it, right?”

Blake was charming like a politician and gave a victory speech that would’ve made Savannah vote for him had he been running. She briefly wondered if Blake seeing her ride a bull was his practice to see if how she would ride him.

Snap out of it, Vannah.

It had been so long Savannah had been with an actual man, and not a boy who pretended to be one. Savannah didn’t want to make too much into Blake’s treatment of her. For all she knew, it was his representative she saw and not the true, despicable him that often showed up several months later whenever she dated other men.

Blake was not like other men she’d dated in the past and that was the issue. She was in lust with the man and that was a no-no.“No video.”

“No video,” he agreed and held out his arm for her to interlock, “shall we, milady?”

Savannah grabbed Blake’s arm and walked inside with him. “We shall.”

“Just a quick question,” Blake began as they made their way to their seats. “How do you know about Ghetto Gaggers?”

“I think the real question is how do you know about Ghetto Gaggers?” Savannah looked over and smiled.

Blake tightened his lips. “No comment.”


 

Her Little Secret will be out this month.

#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.

To read an extended preview, click here.

 

#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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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.”


Extended sneak preview chapters will be posted on wattpad this week.

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

Special thanks to Alicia for the scene inspiration:

#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.

To read the first few chapters, click here.