Her Savior – An erotica short out NOW!

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Blurb: 

I need to get out of the hood.

Like pronto.

Like expeditiously.

Interning at a law firm where there are nothing but white folks and very few black faces may not be my ticket to go. I don’t want to get trapped somewhere between a Pumpkin Spice Latte convention and the Sunken Place.

Yet, when I do cross paths with him, well, it’s game over.

Every girl has that line they will not cross. Savior Ellison was that line.


 

Snippet: 

I’m in a different world.

There are sushi joints that are Mom and Pop shops and hidden in a corner you have to know what you’re looking for to find it. And there are sushi joints that specifically cater to the white and wealthy that you already know once you see the menu and don’t see any prices, your black ass can’t afford it.

I’m the latter.

Sure, I can afford the sushi if I really wanted to. Daddy always made sure I had some money no matter how much I told him I would want to do things on my own. Yet, I don’t want to do something that would…I don’t know…make me feel less black, you know? I know it’s silly to think of but I’m being one-hundred percent legit when I say that.

I know how some black people feel when they get into a different tax bracket and act like they don’t know where they come from. They are usually the first ones to complain about “them” (meaning us) and how they always complain to their white friends about how we’re acting when they don’t realize their black asses are always skating on thin ice until Becky feels threatened.

I hope to never become that.

“Have you decided what you wanted, Keisha?” Savior asks.

Something fried and dead is my thought. I hold the heavy leather-bound menu and I’m thankful Savior is the one footing this bill because I know I won’t be able to afford anything but the damn water. “I’ll have the fried tempura and miso soup.”

“And what else?” He challenges. His eyes are still on the menu.

My eyes search from side to side. I was supposed to order more? I know these slacks are already tight on me but I think this motherfucker wants me to bust out of them. “Um, I don’t know. I never really ate sushi before.”

“I’ll order for you,” he declares and closes the menu. Somehow, I think he was going to do that regardless of what my answer was. His eyes stare down at me and I feel he’s undressing me without actually doing so. Somehow, I don’t think I would mind if he did. “I wanted to talk to you privately, Keisha, and away from everyone else.”

Yep, there is no such thing as a free lunch. He brought my black ass all the way here just so he could fire me in a nice setting and I wouldn’t get all emotional. Little does he know… “Yes?”

“I heard about the fight last night with your mother. I’m sorry about that.” He replies. How would a guy like him know about a fight like that? I don’t get the vibe he frequents WorldStar Hip-Hop. “How are you feeling today?”

I shrug. My mother didn’t call to apologize but I didn’t apologize to her neither. I kept thinking if I didn’t tell her to fuck off, the fight may not have occurred. I kept wondering if I was purposely invited so she would have a storyline. “I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t get used to it,” his voice is deep and smooth like hot butter on a biscuit, “no one should be constantly subjected to the embarrassment of their parent.” He looks away at the window for a brief moment and I feel the air shift to a brief sadness.

He shakes his head and the emotion disappears; it’s back to business as if it never happened. “I wanted to speak to you privately about something else.” His eyes focus on mine.

“Oh?” I immediately brace myself. His tone is serious and well, it was nice hanging out with the white folk for a little bit.

The waiter comes by and takes our orders. He soon leaves and Savior returns back to the discussion. “I really like you, Keisha, and I think you have a bright future ahead of you.”

“Thank you,” my body is relieved. I honestly thought my black ass was fired.

“And I want to help you with that,” Savior reaches over and grabs my hand with his manicured one. “And I want to explore the connection we have.”

“Connection?” I ask. “I don’t understand.”

“Each time I’m around you, I get this incredible feeling. It’s like wanton lust and something primal, I can’t explain it.” His eyes are confused by the emotions he’s feeling, I guess? “I felt it when I first saw you in the interview process and I knew it was real when you bumped into me. And I want to see if it’s real or Memorex.”

“I don’t understand,” I shake my head. Is this fool asking what I think he’s asking?

“I want to fuck you, Keisha.” He said it with such a declaration, it caused a shiver within me. “Hard. Fast. Slow. All night. Quickies. In my office. At your house. Everywhere.”

Oh, he needs to calm the fuck down before he has me spread out like peanut butter. “Excuse you?”

“Is that not direct enough?” He asks. “Should I be clearer what I want to do?”

I want him to be clearer. I want him to tell me what he’s going to do with that long-ass tongue of his. He probably has a big ol’ dick, too. That type of dick that’ll touch your soul and clear your skin. “No, I get the gist of it.”

“I apologize if I come on strong but when I know what I want, I go for it.” His eyes bore into mine. “I know you’re temporarily with someone but that’s a problem I’ll solve later. I need to know if this is something you’re interested in.”

How does this motherfucker know so much about me? I’m getting stalker vibes from him that only white women find sexy in romance books. “You’re asking me to be your fuck toy. That’s sexual harassment.”

“Do you feel harassed?” He asks.

I actually feel aroused like a motherfucker but he can’t know that. “You’re so clinical and mechanical about this. Like most guys would want to get to know me, see what I’m up to? That type of stuff.”

“If you want romance and all that, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have the patience for it.” He pauses as the waiter returns with our drinks and appetizers. “If you want me to blow your back out, I can do that anytime you want.”

“In exchange for what?” The offer is enticing but I need to know exactly what I’m getting out of this. “What are you going to do for me, Savior?” I emphasize his name because I want him to know I see exactly through his bullshit.

“Whatever four-year university you want to go to, I’ll foot the bill.” He casually replies as if he’s talking about the weather, “you have potential to get out of the ‘hood and I want to see you go far.”

I feel like I’m on a very special episode of Poor Black Kids and The White People Who Love Them. Shade aside, I have to admit this is better than offering to get me some Fenty Beauty or other bullshit. I always say how I want to get out of the ‘hood but I’m not doing anything about it.

If I all I gotta do is occasionally blow the boss to do so, let me open wide. “I need to think about it.”

“Sure,” Savior flashes his panty-dropping smile, “think about it over the weekend.”

My answer is already yes and I get the feeling he knows it, too. But I will humor him and think about it.

Something tells me this arrangement won’t be as simple as either one of us thinks it will be.


 

I should note this is a just-for-fun IR hood novella. It’s meant to be funny and offensive so keep that in mind.

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#TeaserTuesday: Zaddy: Cuffing Season

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“I spoke to Whitney a while back and she mentioned how you’ve calmed down a lot since we’ve been married,” Zerrin was met with silence and debated if she should continue. Nick wrote in a journal and it didn’t appear he listened or even cared. Then again, he was always hard to read.

“Go on,” he softly replied.

So, he did listen to her. Zerrin found the strength to continue. “She mentioned some of the things you used to do with her. She didn’t want to tell me but I encouraged her to.” Again, silence. “She mentioned how you used to get…” The word Zerrin didn’t want to say. It contradicted everything she knew about her husband. It also occurred to her, she didn’t know Nick that well prior to their union.

Nick calmly took off his reading glasses and set them aside as he met his wife’s eyes. “Violent?”

He said it so confidently, Zerrin began to question everything she’d ever known. Was it violence? He’d never did anything against Whitney’s will and the look in her eyes as she recounted their time together suggested she thoroughly enjoyed herself. Her smile was big and wide, as if she was proud of herself for keeping up with the man known as Saint Nick.

He’d tied her against a wooden plank and fucked her until her throat was raw from screaming. He came up with a creative use for nipple clamps and used them to pry her cunt open. It seemed Nick didn’t hold back and gave it to Whitney as hard and intense as she could take it.

With Zerrin, however, Nick changed his tune. He was aggressive in bed but it was never violent. Sure, he’d spanked and flogged her, but it was never intentionally painful. He never tried to harm her.

Now Zerrin wanted Nick to torment her.

She didn’t want to admit she was both aroused and jealous by how aggressive her husband could be. She’d heard of stories of his reputation with other submissives and how he passionate he was with every implement he’d used. One submissive recalled how Nick flogged her to classical music, striking her with every chord played.

Another submissive recounted how Nick and Scott double-teamed a submissive; one licked her pussy until she climaxed five times while the other fucked her face. When they were done, they both shot all over the sub’s face as she greedily sucked them both off.

Lastly, one submissive recalled a time Nick gave an anal sex demonstration at The Boundary and nearly every woman in the audience wanted Nick to practice on her next.

The Saint Nick persona was completely different and hidden away from the rest of the D’Amato brood. Nick took great pains to ensure his privacy and that of others who’d serviced Him. She didn’t mind it was their sexy little secret and relished how she served Him without speaking. She did anything and everything He’d requested of her, with no questions asked.

Now Zerrin had one of the biggest questions of her own.

She shifted her stance and fumbled with the pearl necklace around her neck. Nick’s gaze was intense, smoldering, and cut straight to her soul. She swallowed her emotions and let out a small breath as the sensual current passed between them. If she requested Nick to be rough with her, he would most certainly do it.

The real question was: would she be able to handle it?


 

The third couple will be revealed in a couple of weeks.

Zaddy: Cuffing Season will be out sometime this month. Details TBA soon.

Superpower COVER REVEAL

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Every Queen needs a King.

Briana Gooding has a lot on her plate and being a full-time social activist leaves little time for romance. When the NFL’s most controversial quarterback approaches her, she suddenly finds time.

NFL standout Caleb Kelly is known for his exciting plays on the field and his messy personal life that leaves many women thirsty to be a part of his harem. When he decided to take a controversial stance against the National Anthem, he found a strong ally in Briana. It’s only a matter of time before the activists are viewed as the country’s most dangerous couple and harassment ensues.

Senator Jay Edwards and his wife, Sanora, are making big plans for Briana and Caleb and have no qualms being their private support. When their detractors threaten those plans, it’s time to use a deadly reminder to show who’s really in charge.

All is fair in sex, love, and power.

Superpower is the second book in the State of Affairs series. It deals with social justice, activism, political aspirations, and if true love conquers all. It is a New Adult erotic romance.

Superpower is a full-length novel.

#SundaySnippet: Superpower (State of Affairs II) #romance #contemporary #newadult

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Blurb:

Every Queen needs a King.

Briana Gooding has a lot on her plate and being a full-time social activist leaves little time for romance. When the NFL’s most controversial quarterback approaches her, she suddenly finds time.

NFL standout Caleb Kelly is known for his exciting plays on the field and his messy personal life that leaves many women thirsty to be a part of his harem. When he decided to take a controversial stance against the National Anthem, he found a strong ally in Briana. It’s only a matter of time before the activists are viewed as the country’s most dangerous couple and harassment ensues.

Senator Jay Edwards and his wife, Sanora, are making big plans for Briana and Caleb and have no qualms being their private support. When their detractors threaten those plans, it’s time to use a deadly reminder to show who’s really in charge.

All is fair in sex, love, and power.

Superpower is the second book in the State of Affairs series. It deals with social justice, activism, political aspirations, and if true love conquers all. It is an erotic romance.


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Briana was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize the other bar patrons suddenly disappeared and she was left alone. Soon, several men in business suits surrounded the bar and faced outward.

Briana stiffened as she realized what was happening. Was she about to be kidnapped? Did someone go through an elaborate setup to threaten her? Briana didn’t care a weapon on her, though she briefly thought about carrying a pocket knife. Now she wished she had it with her.

“Excuse me?” She asked aloud to no one in particular. “What’s going on?”

“All clear, sir.” One of the men spoke into a small microphone.

“Sir?” Briana repeated and she turned around. Dressed in an open collar business suit and carried a swag that was only learned with age, Senator Jay Edwards calmly walked inside the hotel bar and sat next to Briana at the bar.

Jay had an inexplicable swag about him that could only be felt, not described. He carefully wielded his power and silently dared anyone to test him. It was how he became a force to be reckoned with in Congress, and the policymaker everyone hated to love and loved to hate.

The bartender suddenly reappeared and Jay ordered a cocktail. Once the bartender returned with Jay’s drink, Jay calmly slid an Ulysses Grant towards the man, who quickly left.

Briana was impressed. Upon further research of Jay, his wealth matched his power. His parents’ net worth was around 600 million but Jay’s own wealth was around 400 million. He and a business partner made a lot of money from their winery, along with other businesses where he was a silent investor. It was heavily rumored his wife, Jessica, was a billionaire in her own right but no one could ever confirm the information.

If Briana assumed correctly, no one could confirm anything because the Edwards purposely made it difficult for anyone to find out more than they needed to know. “Hello, Senator.”

“I love it when you call me Senator,” Jay smiled at her. “How are you, Briana?”

“I’m very well,” she took a sip of wine, “I didn’t know Secret Service protected senators,” Briana glanced around.

“By Executive Order of the President,” Jay answered. He took another sip of whiskey and swirled the sweet honey liquor around in his mouth. “The last two Presidents made sure I was under protection and I’m pretty sure this upcoming one will do the same.”

Briana read between what Jay said. It was clear he was dangerous and valuable. The question was who would benefit the most from Jay’s knowledge? “You have that much dirt on everyone?”

“I don’t have any dirt on anyone,” Jay replied, his deep baritone comforting Briana’s ears. “I just make good on promises.”

“Promises of what?” She asked.

“Whatever I want them to be,” his eyes cut at her and a quick glance he eyed her attire from her feet to her earrings. She wore jeans, a black sweater, and boots. Her locs were pulled into a loose bun at the back of her neck and she went make-up free. She looked wonderful and smelled like honey and chai.

His cobalt blue eyes smoldered with a hint of sensuality and flickered with power. “And I never break a promise.”


 

Superpower is going to be a full-fledged novel so the release date will be pushed back a little. I will have the first three chapters or so on wattpad, hopefully, by the end of this week.

Superpower will be available everywhere (and in print!) on a release date TBA.

 

#FlashFriday: Superpower (State of Affairs II) #romance #contemporary

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“May I join you?” Caleb asked.

Briana stared at Caleb for a long while as they stood in front of each other, completely naked and raw. She slowly blinked and smiled in amazement at his physique. He was tatted across his chest and two full sleeves, but it didn’t look obscene.

He had a solid washboard stomach and strong, muscular legs. His cock wasn’t hard but the length and width of it answered the silent question she had earlier. Briana felt her mouth water.

When Briana met Caleb’s eyes again, she felt complete. She never wanted to cover up nor did she tell him to get out. Instead, she silently beckoned him to come inside the open shower with her.

Caleb walked to the shower and watched Briana rinse her hair again. He helped detangled it with one hand while the other wrapped around the small of her back. He began to kiss her neck, placing a series of small kisses all over her chest before softly kissing her nipples.

Briana let out a small sigh as she felt every emotion rise to the forefront – power, love, sensuality, and pure arousal. Caleb’s soft beard gently scraped Briana’s chest as his lips moved from one breast to the other.

Briana’s fingers became lost within Caleb’s hair as he kneeled down to kiss her navel and the inside of her thighs. Her breaths became short pants and the arousal shivers morphed into sharp pangs of desire.

“Mmm…” he buried his nose into her sex but didn’t kiss her. “…you smell so sweet, Queen.”

“Oh fuck!” Briana gasped as she looked down and saw Caleb wink at her. She held eye contact as a few moans left her breath and her chest heaved up and down. He didn’t penetrate her nor did he play with her pussy. Yet, Caleb had Briana in every single emotion.

She watched him stand up and he softly grabbed her face, crushing his lips upon hers as the shower rained on them both. It wasn’t just any kiss. Briana wished it were that simple but it was so much more.

It was power. It was love. It was the future. It was the beginning of being a part of the revolution, together.

Caleb’s tongue was expert on hers. His kisses were slow, hot, and methodical. He tasted every corner of her mouth without being pushy or rushing. He wanted to taste her, feel her, and explore her.

Caleb tasted like peppermint gum and a bit of vodka from earlier. He was gentle. He was rough. He took his time. He sped up at times. He didn’t make any demands but rather, his tongue simply repeated a phrase over and over…

Please?

Caleb was…perfect.

It was more than just feeling lightheaded or stolen breath, Briana hastily concluded. Caleb somehow made love to her brain and removed her ability to think coherently. All of her thoughts were replaced with him and how soon she would be able to feel him inside her.

“I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you come all over my cock,” he whispered to her, “I can’t wait to hear your moans as I enter your tight pussy and you beg me not to stop.”

Briana could only moan in response. Her brain couldn’t form a coherent sentence. When Caleb suddenly pulled away from her, she felt a longing for his kiss again and that was a shock to her system. She’d never longed for any man, not even Jay.

Now Caleb had her all in her emotions and he barely kissed her. “Caleb…” Her lips quivered against his as his name came out like a hushed moan.

He flicked open a bottle. “But first, I need to deep condition your hair,” he grabbed a bottle of Jamaican Black Castor Oil shampoo and spread it all over Briana’s hair. “I’ll wash your hair, Queen.”

Hearing Caleb call her his Queen did everything to Briana’s ovaries. She was beyond aroused and she nearly came by his words alone. “Yes, my King,” she nodded.


 

Yes, Lawd.

Book release date TBA soon.

#ThursdaySnippet: State of Affairs II

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“I sat down because I don’t believe in what the flag stands for. Think about it. The Declaration of Independence was written in 1776. The Star-Spangled Banner was composed in 1814. But the Emancipation Proclamation didn’t happen until 1863. So, who was the independence for? Who was the Star-Spangled Banner written for? Not for me. Not for my ancestors. It doesn’t apply to any minority group here.

“Now, if I lose endorsements and I get hate mail, then it only proves what I did was right and I stood up for what I believe in. I’m not disrespecting the troops. I’m merely invoking my First Amendment right. If everyone else can, why not me?”

Senator Jay Edwards turned off his TV and stared blankly at the dark screen. His Facebook page was full of comments, demanding he say something. His phone rang off the hook all morning. He couldn’t even enjoy watching SportsCenter without the commentators pretending they were fake woke so they could sound intelligent for everyone else.

Jay loved it.

Famed NFL quarterback and reigning Super Bowl champion, Caleb Kelly, made a controversial protest against the American flag. It couldn’t have come at a worst time. It couldn’t have come at a better time.

In the current political climate of the country, it was no surprise the reaction was deeply divided. Other athletes came out to shame Caleb, while many celebrities supported him. What was more astounding was the number of veterans who also had his back.

As Jay’s MO, he always waited until he received more information before making any type of statement. It was why he was admired; he never became extremely angry and jumped in so he could be a trending topic.

Now that Caleb had the nation’s attention, it was time for Jay to make his move. He was pretty sure the star athlete would not say a word to him. Caleb was pretty adamant on how he really felt about anything conservative and Republican based on his IG feed.

It was time to use another approach.

“So, what do you think?” Sanora asked as she walked into the study. She showed her husband Caleb’s speech as she was rather fascinated by it.

Jay revealed a cunning smile. “I think we just found Briana’s soul mate.”


 

State of Affairs II will be out later this month.

#SundaySnippet: State of Affairs II

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“I’m trying to listen to the advice you two have given me but it’s hard,” Briana argued, “whenever there is a new shooting, I get people questioning why I’m not saying anything. Then I am accused of flip-flopping and not being true to the cause. Some have called me a sell-out and amongst other harsh things.”

“To your face?” Sanora questioned.

“No, never to my face but they do say it.” Briana replied. “But I’ve heard whispers.”

“Good. They’ll keep whispering.” Jay nodded. “No one likes to get punched in the face.”

“You two want me to do something I’ve never done before with very little experience. If people are attacking me now, how am I going to withstand what they’re going to do when I run for office?”

“What do you think is going to come out about you?” Sanora asked. “What is it about you now or in the past that will come back to haunt you?”

“They’re going to call into question Sisters United. They’re already saying it’s a racist and violent, though we know that’s not the truth. Not everyone supports what we’re doing.” Briana’s eyes watered. “The Black men I’m fighting for are calling me all sorts of names. The Black women I’m fighting for is telling me to go get a relaxer and not stay out in the sun so much. I’m being attacked by my own left and right. And if my own is attacking me, how am I supposed to sustain when others do it?”

Jay took a sip of whiskey before he set down the tumbler. He sat back into the plush sofa while Sanora settled into his body. “Truth is, Briana, you and I know a not-so hidden and ugly secret about society – they don’t like Black women. Oh, they love your hairstyles, they love your swag, they love your bodies and plastic surgeons are making a killing off other women who try very hard to emulate you.

“But society doesn’t like you. And furthermore, some of your own sisters don’t like you as well. If you’re doing great, someone will try to bring you down a notch. I call it hate-watching. They watch you just to hate. They need to pick something about you they don’t like because seeing you brings out jealousy, resentment, and insecurity. They don’t like your hairstyle? They’ll pick on that. They don’t like your happy life? They’ll pick on that. They don’t think you’re “all that?” They’ll definitely pick on that. And they keep poking at you until they get your attention.

“The problem with that method is while some weak people succumb to it, the strong keep getting stronger. Meanwhile, those who hate you, despise you, and blacklist you, they keep getting weaker. They don’t understand why you have so much support. They don’t understand why you’re so popular. They don’t understand…you.

“The best way to silence a troll is to ignore them. The best way to get the last laugh at your critics is to be successful and keep rising to the top. We are merely holding the ladder you’re climbing.”

Briana intently listened to what Jay said to her. He spoke a lot of truth and Briana soaked it up like a sponge. “What should I do?”

“Don’t respond to negativity. Eventually the trolls will make themselves look foolish and will seclude themselves.” Sanora sipped her wine. “What God ordains for you, no one can take away. When they go low, we will go high.”

Sanora’s and Jay’s confidence was infectious. Briana felt she could move mountains. “You really think I could be President?”

Jay and Sanora didn’t miss a beat. “Yes.”


 

State of Affairs II will be out sometime in September.

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#SundaySnippet: The Ex-Factor #erotica #contemporary #romance

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“We never made porn,” she quietly replied, “not saying we should now but we never did.”

“We watched ourselves a lot, didn’t we?” He played with her right nipple. “I loved looking over at the mirror and watch you suck my dick. It was one of the beautiful things I’d ever seen.”

She turned to him and softly kissed his lips, savoring his taste. “Tell me more,” she said in a tone above a whisper.

He returned the kiss and gently suckled on her bottom lip. “I loved seeing you on top. I loved seeing your titties bounce as you rode my cock. I loved watching your face knowing I was the one behind that pleasure.”

She rolled on top of him and sat upright. His cock was already hard and wavering against her ass. “I’m a fan of being on top.”

“Ooh,” he purred. He stretched out his arms and cupped both of her breasts. “I’m a big fan of you being on top.”

Mariana adjusted her position and sank down on him. Even though they’d just made love, it felt like a new feeling all over again as she wrapped tightly around him. She gave a soft sigh and squeezed her eyes shut, relishing the feeling of him. He was right, their sex was more than just physical; it was definitely on a spiritual plane that neither could explain nor want to.

Scott watched her reaction as she rode him. Waves of ecstasy covered her face as she softly bounced on his cock. Mariana was never patient for her orgasm and always wanted to get off as soon as she started, but Scott taught her the power of patience. She loved and hated the orgasm denial they often participated in, but she’d come to appreciate it.

“There you go,” he placed her feet on his thighs to give her more access. The change in position shocked Mariana and she squealed in pleasure. “Lean over,” he directed and she followed suit. “Grab my wrists.” He placed his hands over his head and Mariana grabbed his wrists. “Now fuck me.”

“Oooh, fuck!” She cried. Mariana was pressed against Scott’s chest as she happily bounced on his cock. It was more than just her being on top – he was willingly her submissive for the time and she took full advantage of it. She kissed his neck and felt her pussy become wetter as he moaned in her ear. She finally met his lips again and explored the inside of his mouth, drinking from him. He tasted sweet, with a touch of bourbon, and was just as hungry for her.

Her body began to shake as her moans turned into soft coos and small cries. Scott knew she was close and he encouraged her orgasm. Seeing her face when she climaxed was what heaven felt like. “Come for me, baby,” he purred, “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”


 

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State of Affairs is now LIVE! #erotica #contemporary

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Thank you for all of your love and support! xoxoxo

State of Affairs COVER REVEAL!

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Sexy, isn’t it?

I’m waiting for this story to become live so that’s why you haven’t seen it on Amazon (it’ll be exclusive on there). So, until then, you can enjoy the first few chapters over at wattpad (click here).

It’s an erotic short and has the potential of being a series (at least according to my betas). If it does go the series route, it’ll be a trilogy. Of course, I say all of this and I constantly change my mind.

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In other news, I decided to finish the last Jackson and Liane book. It’ll be a soft release so I won’t promote it (I doubt I’ll even mention I released it). I didn’t like it doesn’t have a conclusion so there’s that. So, it’ll just show up on the usual sites sometime soon.

That’s about it. Tomorrow, I’ll post another snippet of the next book I’m releasing called Way Back Now. It’s a sensual romance so no erotic/erotica fiction. It’s also a new twist on a May-December romance. For a teaser of that fic, click here.

I hope you’re all doing wonderful and great. Stay beautiful and blessed! xoxoxo

-V.