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Scott & Mariana V is now LIVE!

V

Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

Mariana Harlow knows her situation isn’t a great one. She’s with a great man, but pregnant with her ex’s baby. She is also is working for her ex again. The two promised to be co-parents and professional, but why does that feel like one big ol’ lie?

Scott Reed really messed up with his relationship with Mariana and hopes to hell he can fix it before it’s too late. Until they’re able to see eye-to-eye, His submissive, Dove, will just have to do.

Sanora has plotted her revenge on supermodel Caprina Waters for a long time. But her desire turned into an obsession. Could her senator husband, Jay Edwards, help her before she wrecks havoc?

When you wish upon a star, dreams do come true. Even if you have to kill someone for them.

S&M is a BDSM interracial love journey that deals with romance, murder, revenge, and second chances. It is the fifth part to the S&M series and a prequel to The Ex-Factor.


 

Snippet: 

“Dove is one of the best submissives I’ve had because she lets Me do whatever I want to her. She’s a bad girl and likes to be punished for her sins or sometimes, My sins. I love to inflict pain – good pain – with her and she always takes it like a dirty, little whore she is.” Scott smiled as He caressed Dove’s pussy. She twisted her body in response. “The demonstration is over, but if you want to stay and watch Me torture her pussy, you’re more than welcome.”

Kimberly looked around. No one left.

Scott took out a cat o’ nine tails and brushed it against Dove’s body. He read her reaction to see if she was okay; she was. Scott nodded and before Dove could brace herself, He slapped the implement against her midsection.

Dove bent over and Scott barked at her to stand straight. He unleashed several whips across her back, her ass, and her breasts. He stood behind her and fingered her pussy as He whispered something in her ear.

Kimberly couldn’t take her eyes off Scott as He completely owned Dove’s body. Everything He did, Dove responded to it as if she was used to it. As He fingered her with one hand, He choked her with the other. Dove looked like she was about to lose her shit.

Dove came and her body convulsed. Scott slapped Dove’s breasts again as she squirmed against His body. He whispered something else in her ear and all Dove could do was nod. Kimberly squirmed a little in her seat as she felt her panties become soaked.

She wanted to be owned by Scott.

Scott was so mechanical, if she thought, about how he acted with his family. He wasn’t fake, but he didn’t show too much emotion. She knew what the deal was – they both were raised in high-society Southern culture. Appearances were everything and they both lived that to the day.

Even as a Dom, Scott was controlled.

Scott pulled out a Hitachi and turned it on the highest setting. He stood behind Dove and rubbed it against Dove’s pussy. Dove feverishly nodded and came again, buckling against the restraints. He slapped Dove’s breasts with His free hand and kept the Hitachi on her.

Kimberly watched as Dove came again.

And again.

And again.


 

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#TuesdayTeaser: Scott & Mariana V

Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

Mariana Harlow knows her situation isn’t a great one. She’s with a great man, but pregnant with her ex’s baby. She is also is working for her ex again. The two promised to be co-parents and professional, but why does that feel like one big ol’ lie?

Scott Reed really messed up with his relationship with Mariana and hopes to hell he can fix it before it’s too late. Until they’re able to see eye-to-eye, His submissive, Dove, will just have to do.

Sanora has plotted her revenge on supermodel Caprina Waters for a long time. But her desire turned into an obsession. Could her senator husband, Jay Edwards, help her before she wrecks havoc?

When you wish upon a star, dreams do come true. Even if you have to kill someone for them.

S&M is a BDSM interracial love journey that deals with romance, murder, revenge, and second chances. It is the fifth part to the S&M series and a prequel to The Ex-Factor.


 

Blurb: 

“That’s all I have for you now.” Chris gave Mariana that sympathy gaze she hated. “So, that’s all kiddo.”

“No, that’s not all kiddo,” Mariana lamented. “Why am I only working on yogurt and cat shit sand? I had major companies I worked on before…” She took a breather. Before she lost everything and had no idea who she was anymore. “…I had major clients I was in contact with.”

“And those have been reassigned. They understood and they’re working with your colleagues. These new brands need new ideas and a fresher face to help them. You would be perfect for them.”

“Obscure brands that no one will buy and would probably be gone in a few years?” Mariana let out a small sigh.

“It’s out of my hands, Mari.” Chris offered. “I was given this instruction for you.”

Scott. Of course he did. Why would Mariana honestly think Chris was behind all of this? “That’s all I need to know. Thank you, Chris.” She grabbed the yogurt and the cat litter. “I’ll get started on this right away.” She walked out of his office, dropped the items on her desk, and promptly walked to Elissa’s desk. “I need a word with your boss.”

Elissa smiled at Mariana. “He’s expecting you.”

Mariana felt her hands curl up into tight balls. Of course, Scott was. “Thank you.” She promptly walked into Scott’s office and found him casually leaned against his oak desk with his arms casually folded.

He looked, smelled, and embodied sex. Mariana didn’t know if she wanted to fight or fuck him. He wore a dark green V-neck sweater and khaki pants. His shoes were sneakers. He normally wore a variety of shoes, but it was clear Scott went for comfort that day.

His cologne was musky, with notes of earth and wood. It was a faint smell in the office, but strong enough to make Mariana walk closer to him instead of standing at a safe distance like she normally did.

Scott Reed. Her boss. Her former lover. The father of her dead child. And she currently hated him. Maybe he thought he was trying to help, but for Mariana, she was never too sure. Every time she thought Scott would finally trust her, he proved to her why he didn’t.

She wondered if this would be an ongoing battle between them forever. “Thank you for showing me once again how much you don’t trust me.” She walked up to him. She wanted to look him dead in his gorgeous eyes. “Thank you for taking away all of my major accounts and give me obscure brands that no one will ever fucking buy. Thank you for all the faith you’ve ever had in me to come back stronger. Much appreciated it.”

Mariana always looked sexier when she was angry. The way her body flexed underneath her work attire of slacks and blouse made Scott’s dick stir with attention. Her ebony hair was down in long waves. Her lips were painted in a shimmering brown color.

Scott was being polite and gentlemanly but even he could admit he just wanted to fuck Mariana until she couldn’t walk. “If this is your way of saying thank you, you’re welcome.” He countered. “Anything else?”

Mariana wanted to slap Scott and she was sure he wouldn’t have stopped her. “You’re giving me simple ads a teenager with an IG account and Tik-Tok could do!” Mariana lamented. “I wanted something juicy. Something I can sink my teeth into. I don’t want to tell pet owners what brand of cat shit sand Mr. Fluffy would like!”

“You were in charge of Old Navy, Mariana.” Scott answered her. “You saw the ad with the family and you flipped out, and rightfully so. You’re not ready for something bigger than that right now.”

“No, I am ready for something bigger than that.” She argued. “I need to be distracted and not constantly reminded why I don’t have a child and why my child’s father thinks I need to be handled with kid gloves!”

“You’re doing the brand strategy for Artisan Yogurt and Cute Kitty sand.” Scott countered. “Those are nationwide brands, Ms. Harlow. Not everyone gets those opportunities.”

Ms. Harlow. Whenever Scott was annoyed with Mariana at work, he always addressed her as Ms. Harlow, as if just calling her by her given name was too much for him to do. Mariana was almost positive Scott addressed her as Ms. Harlow so the real word he wanted to say – bitch – wouldn’t come out. “So, you’re saying I should be grateful that I’m doing the brand strategy for some goddamn cat food and yogurt?”

“Your last job had you being an underpaid administrative assistant whose highlight of the day was making sure there was enough foam on someone’s skinny soy latte.” Scott folded his arms and leaned against his oak desk. “And you’re saying me putting you in charge of two major accounts is a step down?”

Putting it like that did make Mariana sound like an ungrateful little…she folded her arms and huffed. “Fine, Mr. Reed. I’ll do the ads.”

“I’ll help you with the ads, Mari.” Mariana noticed Scott’s attitude towards her changed. Now he was softer and referred to her nickname. He stopped short of calling her baby, and Mariana didn’t realize how much she’d longed for him to address her as so. “I will never give you anything to see you struggle or have you purposely fail. That doesn’t benefit me in any way. I wouldn’t make life harder for you.”

“Except sometimes you do, Scott.” She emphasized his name and he raised an eyebrow. “You were always so difficult to read. Like you purposely built this Teflon exterior around you so no one can get in. And when things don’t go your way, you shut people out like they never existed at all. And you wonder why things ended up the way they did between us?” She gave a slight smile. “You are truly your worst enemy.”

“I’m not difficult to read, Mari,” he countered, “you’ve always read me very well. You just didn’t like what you’ve read. In terms of what happened between us, I’ve owned up to it several times and to your face. Yet, you are so bent on being angry with me as if your anger towards me is feeding some unmet need in your life.

“You see, if your ex apologizes for all of the wrongs he’s done, well, that’s boring. But if you hold some sort of resentment against him, hmm…things are juicy now, aren’t they?” He got up, walked over to her, closing the distance, and backed her against the wall. He caressed her cheek and stared into her brown eyes, as a thumb softly played with her lips. “Aren’t you tired of always being so angry with me?”

Mariana took a few small breaths and hardened her eyes. His six-foot plus frame towered over hers. She read his eyes; they’d softened to a light green. He wasn’t angry with her, that she could tell. He was, if she dared thought, rather amused by what she was doing.

She didn’t like how his spicy cologne filled her nostrils, nor did she appreciate the fact she could see a small patch of hair peeking through his open collar. She felt his raw, sexual energy and her panties dampen with need and not the usual want.

She needed to keep this…whatever this was…professional. She came back to McCormick under the pretense that they would be professionals, despite any personal connections. They were never alone together and any group functions, they purposely stayed as far away from each other as humanly possible. For a while, it worked like a charm.

Now, she wasn’t so sure. She wanted to feel him inside her, on top, behind, and underneath her. She wanted to scream his name and beg for climax. Damn being nice for appearances sake. Damn their professionalism and keeping it strictly business. Damn it all.

She was about to open her mouth to welcome a kiss when he suddenly pulled back and opened the door for her. “We can meet at my home to discuss the ads.”

His home. Where Scott currently had a not-so permanent roommate. Come to think of it, when was the last time Mariana saw Dove? Furthermore, why did she even care? “Will she be there?”

“No.” He replied. “I wouldn’t put you two in that position.” Scott knew the answer to that was not yet but he kept that private. “Seven? I’ll make dinner and we’ll discuss the ads.”

Scott was a wonderful cook and Mariana did miss his meals. “Seven it is.”

V

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#SundaySnippet: Scott & Mariana V

It just occurred to me I haven’t posted on here since September. My bad. 


 Blurb:

When you wish upon a star…

Mariana Harlow knows her situation isn’t a great one. She’s with a great man, but pregnant with her ex’s baby. She is also is working for her ex again. The two promised to be co-parents and professional, but why does that feel like one big ol’ lie?

Scott Reed really messed up with his relationship with Mariana and hopes to hell he can fix it before it’s too late. Until they’re able to see eye-to-eye, His submissive, Dove, will just have to do.

Sanora has plotted her revenge on supermodel Caprina Waters for a long time. But her desire turned into an obsession. Could her senator husband, Jay Edwards, help her before she wrecks havoc?

When you wish upon a star, dreams do come true. Even if you have to kill someone for them.

S&M is a BDSM interracial love journey that deals with romance, murder, revenge, and second chances. It is the fifth part to the S&M series and a prequel to The Ex-Factor.


Snippet:

The air crackled with sexual intensity and Mariana felt her body aflame. She wanted Scott on top of her, behind her. She wanted him to fill her up with His hot come, pound her pussy for hours, and make her beg.

She could smell how wet her pussy was for him, a mixture of sweet and hot desire. Her cunt was throbbing to be fucked and her nipples were hard and aching for His mouth. Her body was His playground and He delighted in the ownership.

His body healed her soul. His lips gave life to hers. He owned her and in turn, she happily served Him in every possible way. She had an insatiable need to be fed and He gave her everything she wanted.

With her back against the pole, Mariana ground against it. She slid down to the floor and crossed her legs in the air, slightly opening them ajar to beckon Scott to come closer. She twisted her legs then opened them wide.

She continued to dance when she saw Scott move to the kitchen. He took out a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne and corked it open. He slowly walked back to Mariana and smiled at her as she spun around the pole. He took a swig of the champagne and offered her some, which she took.

As Mariana slid down the pole again with her legs open, Scott poured the champagne all over her nude body. She held her position just above the ground as Scott kneeled before her. He lifted her pussy to his mouth and began to lick her. His tongue was slow and deliberate, enjoying the taste of champagne and her personal flavor.

Scott held Mariana’s ass as he continued to taste her love. A wax job made her pussy bare and smooth, and Scott relished in the delight of it. He tasted every part of her from the outer lips to the slick inner ones. How wet she became and the way she contracted with every lick he made.

He explored her pussy as Mariana held on for dear life. They both knew he wouldn’t let her fall, but they also knew it was a new position they’ve tried. During their play sessions, Scott always made sure Mariana was safe. Whenever she wanted to stop, she knew what to do and everything came to a standstill.

She didn’t want him to stop. Not now. Not ever.

Mariana’s body betrayed her. She came hard and fast against her Master’s tongue. He let down her easy on the floor and quickly shed his clothing. His cock was already hard and jutted out. He laid down on top of Mariana and quickly entered her.

Mariana gasped at Him. He felt so full and thick inside of her. No matter how many times they made love, fucked, or played, it still felt like a new experience every time. Scott didn’t let Mariana rest; he thrust hard inside her begging pussy.

He gathered one of her legs and held it up as He fucked her with no mercy. Mariana screamed as Scott grunted. No promises. No dirty talk. Just pure, hard sex.

Mariana’s body lifted off the ground as she came. Scott quickly pulled out and shot all over her body; streams of hot come glossing her mahogany skin. He collapsed beside her and kissed her forehead.

“I love you more than life,” He quietly spoke.

Mariana sensed the change in Scott’s tone and knew playtime was over. “I love you more than anything.”

“Sir?” Dove spoke.

Scott redirected his attention back to the present as the memory dissipated. He softly clapped as the pole dancers finished their performance. “Sorry about that.” He took a swig of champagne. “My mind was elsewhere for a moment.”

V

Scott and Mariana V will be out this month.

Posted in New Adult Romances

#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar #coverreveal

Author’s Note:

This is supposed to be live, like now, but it’s not. So once it does go live, I’ll post all available links. For now, enjoy an extended snippet and the cover, if you haven’t seen it already. xoxoxo

Blurb:

It had been over two years and I haven’t spent one day I haven’t thought of him. Of us. How much I missed him. How much I’m still in love with him.

Soul Ellison. The love of my life. The worst heartache of said life.

I chose my career over him, though it was a decision I knew was a huge mistake the moment I made it. When I left him back at his Harlem townhome, I wasn’t expecting him to come back.

He did. With a vengeance.

Our obsession with each other was only complicated by our intense desire and love. I needed him like I needed air. He was my drug and I didn’t want to go to rehab. He was richer than sin, a craving stronger than the most decadent dish, and he was all mine.

Navigating through a world where paparazzi follow my every move and I become the gossip fodder I once reported on, I wonder if this is a life I want? Soul promises he’ll do anything to protect me. I only wonder if we’re strong enough to protect each other.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series concludes with Sweet Nectar, a sexy venture into the fashion industry, insta-fame, and if love truly conquers all.


 

Snippet:

 

A part of me wonders if this was how Soul felt when I wrote that article on him. The anger before someone talked him down. He could’ve blown up at me and called me every name in the book. Instead, he confronted me head-on when I was at my worst and we became…

…more than friends.

My heart sighs as I think about the conundrum we’re in. We’re together but for how much longer? It’s clear I’m not wanted here so I doubt I’ll ever have family dinners with the in-laws. And Soul? He may be frustrated with his brothers and parents, but he’ll choose them over me any day of the week.

Why am I wasting my time with Soul?

The front door suddenly opens and I turn around to lock eyes with Soul. Whatever anger and heartbreak I had before, it dissipated once I looked into his eyes. The sultry look on his face returned and his full lips curved into a delicious smile.

He’s dressed in a business suit with an open collar. The open collar reveals enough of his tanned skin with a light dusting of hair across his chest. It’s not his usual attire of jeans, hoodie, and Timbs, yet it fits him so right.

He’s casually chewing a piece of gum and I see his defined jaw work in slow motion like it did on me all last night.  His blue eyes are staring right at me; alternating between cobalt and sky blue. His eyes are intense, but it’s all love, not anger.

“I was wondering if you kept your invisibility cloak on.”

I smile at the Harry Potter reference. “If only I had a flying car…”

Soul walks over to me and sweeps his lips over mine before I had a chance to protest. Not that I would’ve. His delectable lips sent shockwaves throughout my body. His wandering hands caressed and grabbed my ass, giving it a hard slap as he played with my tongue.

I felt lost within him. I wanted to drown in his love. I wanted to be covered and loved until I couldn’t want anything else anymore. I wanted him to have total and complete ownership of my body and soul and in exchange, I wanted his.

The question mark lingered – would he let me?

Soul pulled away, but only by reluctance. His blue eyes twinkled at me and I knew all was all right. “You good, shorty?”

“I’m good.” I nod. My eyes slant as I pay attention to his mouth for the first time. “You wore your grill at breakfast?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He smiles at me and I shake my head. “Platinum and diamonds, baby. Nothing but.”

“You’re really about that life twenty-four-seven, huh?

“Not a second less.” His voice is deep and raspy. “Parents know what the deal is. So do my bros. I’ve always been like this. I’m not some wigger who likes the culture but says nothing on the issues. This is me.”

“That is you.” I smile before I pause. “I overheard the conversation with your family. That’s why I left.”

“That’s what I figured.” He sighs through his nose. “You weren’t meant to hear any of that. Savior and Ocean aren’t too happy with themselves about it and would like to apologize to you personally.”

“All is forgiven. I know they were looking out for their brother and it’s totally understandable.” I let out a soft breath. “Your father, though…”

Soul shrugged and leaned against the bar beside me. He briefly looks up and folds his arms against his chest. “I love my father for what he’s done for the country. He’s helped out a lot of people, got many laws passed, and sacrificed a whole lot. I mean, a whole lot. He was at odds with his own parents and siblings for a long time until they finally came around. They still don’t like my mom because they think she’s lowkey encouraging my father. I can’t say that’s false. She’s always had his back, even if it meant she looked like a fool.”

Starr and Thomas are the epitome of #relationshipgoals to some people but they also have a very dysfunctional marriage. Thomas’s numerous affairs have been well-documented while Starr often attends events with companions disguised as staff members.

“I hate my father for what he’s done to us. He has a couple of outside kids that everyone knows about but no one has confirmed. We all know the truth, though. The women have signed NDAs so they can never speak a word about it ever. If they decide to break it, the consequences are severe. I’ve never met those children and I’m not quite sure if I want to.

Soul sighs again and looks away. The pain is evident on his face, though he’s trying to put on a brave front. He’s too prideful to cry, though he’s not ashamed to reveal his pain. “I love my family, but sometimes I don’t like them. I brought you here because I didn’t want them to bring their bullshit to Harlem. I rather have it out in the open now and deal with whatever comes.” He turns towards me. “It’s going to take time, though. They’re not going to instantly love you because you are the press. Once they figure out they can trust you, it’ll be like you’ve always been a part of the family.”

I give a small grin. “Does this mean you accept me being a journalist?”

“It means I accept you being you. It also means we need to figure out what you’re going to do once you’re in Harlem.” He flashes his grill. “You still have a bit of time to figure out what you’re going to do.”

“We already know I’m going to live with you, Ellison,” I reply. “But I still need to figure out what I’m going to do when I get there. Maybe I can talk to Laura about something. I think she has some friends in the publishing industry I can talk to.”

“You do what you gotta do, but you’re not staying in L.A. much longer.” He cups my face and sweeps his lips over mine again. And once again, I fall harder for him. “I saw how you acted in Harlem. You were free. You were yourself. You loved Harlem and it loved you back. That’s where you need to be.”

“You make it sound like everything is going to be so perfect between us.” My voice is breathless.

He places his forehead against mine. “Everything already is.” He covers his mouth over mine and hoists up my dress. He pulls down my panties and cups my sex. “This is very perfect.”

My breath hitches in my throat. Soul lifts me up and places me on the stool. Draping one of my legs over his shoulders, Soul opens me wide and covers my sex with his mouth. His tongue rapidly flicked over me, teasing and tasting me as he gripped my bare ass.

We were in the guest house on his family’s property and yet, it didn’t matter to Soul. It didn’t matter last night when he kept me up all night. It didn’t matter when he told me to be still and ‘take this dick.’ It didn’t matter to him at all.

Pleasing me, giving me everything I could want or need from him…that’s the only thing that mattered.

My cunt throbbed against his tongue as I looked down and saw how calm he was. The softness of his beard tickled my inner thighs. His mouth and tongue were so greedy on my pussy, worshipping it and giving it much needed attention.

He sucked hard on my clit and I went home to glory, coming hard against his mouth.

Soul stands up and opens his zipper, letting his hard cock protrude out. I thought I would’ve been too sore to accept it, but I found myself hungry for it. He adjusted his position and slides his cock inside me and we both hum at the friction.

His strokes are fast and hard, driving his long, thick shaft in and out with the precision of a surgeon. His eyes are closed and ecstasy is all over his face. He loves how I’m making him feel. My pussy is doing that to him.

Fuck, Ari…” He moans and slides in and out faster. We’re shaking the bar stool, on the verge of breaking it, but I doubt Soul cares.

My pussy tightens around him and Soul growls. He pushes inside me harder and deeper before he comes; his cock jerking inside of me. He kisses me hard and fast and I return the feeling.

He places his forehead against mine while he’s still inside of me and we just breathe against each other. There is still a question mark in our future, but one thing is for certain: we’re going nowhere without the other.

Vera Roberts

Posted in New Adult Romances

#TeaserTuesday: Quench My Desire #novella #newadult #rockstar

 

Blurb:

He summoned me to write a song for him. He ended up giving me so much more.

The media’s image of him was something crazy and completely different from the battered soul, who was mischievous and completely dynamic than anything I had ever encountered.

I was flawed and damaged; a consequence from having success at a super young age when most girls would’ve been playing with their Barbies and Bratz dolls. I was exposed to a lot before I old enough to get my driver’s license.

Yet, he was my savior. His age and experience showed me to be happy in an unknown world. My youthfulness and naiveté taught him there was still innocence in the world.

He was my fire. I quenched his thirst.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts brings a hot new novella with Quench My Desire, a sexy venture into the music industry, May-September romances, and vibin’ with one’s true spirit.


Unedited Snippet:

“I want to get back on top. I used to be a superstar. Crowds lined up for blocks to see me. People screaming my name and I barely said a word. Fans going out and buying my record the moment it dropped at midnight.” Jax’s eyes take a somber turn. This is the part of fame that people don’t realize. It’s not about bling and Bentleys when you’re a has-been before you’re 30. Some people take a break and can bounce back like nothing ever happened. And some people are still trying to recapture their glory days. “And then I messed it all up. I had the world eating at the palm of my hand and I just…I just blew it.”

“So what happened?” I know I’m potentially crossing a line between personal and professional but if I’m going to be working with ol’ boy on a song, I need to make it as personal as possible.

Jax releases a soft sigh and stares straight ahead at nothing. “I took a break to handle things.”

A break to handle things is one way to say it. What Jax didn’t bother to say because we both know was that he was regularly skiing down those cocaine slopes before he finally hit the proverbial tree.

Rock bottom with your face splattered and dick out all over TMZ and every other tabloid will make anyone seek Jesus. “Did you seek what you were finding?”

Jax looks at me with those hypnotizing brown eyes and I feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “I don’t know yet.” He softly bites his lip. “Maybe.”

I clear my throat and hope that somehow clears the sexual tension between us. “This song,” I turn back to the lyrics, “is about seeking that thirst in the middle of the night. That rainstorm after a long drought. The unfailing love after a series of horrible breakups.”

Jax quizzically looks at the lyrics. “I thought the song was about sex? I mean, right here you sing, ‘quench my desire.’ This part you sing, ‘do it to me.’ This part you sing…” Jax smiles as he turns to me. “…’give it to me.’”

I swallow and ignore the flames that are crawling up my body. My heartbeat is making me deaf. “I could’ve been talking about Whoppers, you know?” I laugh and he follows. “The radio is getting overplayed with that. No one wants to use innuendos or suggestive lyrics anymore. R&B has a lot of profanity and otherwise, disgusting lyrics in it nowadays. People want to be romanced. They don’t need an instruction manual on how to get it in.”

“I don’t think anyone needs instructions given this song.” His brown eyes stare at me as if he was staring through me. “But a woman singing this doesn’t have the same desperation as a man would. Sometimes the gender of a person singing a song makes a difference. Take for example, “Respect.” Otis Redding did it and did a great job of it. But when Aretha Franklin put her spin on it, she had every single woman in the world singing R-E-S-P-E-C-T.”

He glances down at the lyrics and lightly sings them. His voice is smooth and soulful. Despite Jax’s issues, he hadn’t lost his touch. I always knew he was a great singer, but seeing him like this – raw, unfiltered, with authentic emotion – is what wet dreams are made of. “A woman would be considered desperate. A man would be considered hungry and longing for that one woman to satisfy him. This is why I need to record this song. I know it’ll be a hit.” He glances back at me. “Don’t you think so, Mia?”

The scent of his cologne is making me want to bottle it up and sell it to the highest bidder: my thirsty ass. Every time he exhales, I inhale. I want to feel him all over me. I want to feel him inside me.

This is going to be the longest recording session in the history of music. “Um, yeah…” My voice is choked with emotion and I clear it one more time for good measure. I should really get a throat lozenge.


 

Quench My Desire will be out this Friday everywhere. It is a New Adult novella.

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Posted in New Adult Romances

#TeaserTuesday: #legsandliquorstores

engaged!

Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

Sydney Winchester realizes there’s a spark missing from her marriage but she doesn’t know how to get it back. When her manager forces her to go on a vacation, it gets the wheels turning in her head on how to blow her husband’s mind. She can only hope it works or her Happily Ever After will become a distant memory.

Dean Winchester knows a challenge when he sees one and he knows his marriage is heading for trouble. A small break from hockey is exactly what he needs to revitalize his short marriage before it’s too late.

By marrying each other, their dream came true. Now they need to keep it alive.

#LegsandLiquorStores is a short novella in the new adult Breakaway series about recapturing the spark and reclaiming one’s identity.


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“Girl…” Sarah entered Sydney’s home with two coffees and donuts for them both. Sydney was typing away at her Macbook and Sarah made herself home, like she normally did. Sarah was over at Sydney’s home so much, she even had her own room. “…traffic was nothing short of insanity. Caffeinated is seriously just two miles away and it took almost 15 minutes to get there!”

She sat down at the dining table and began to take out the breakfast spread. “So I got your fancy, schmancy whatever the hell this is called for you. I like to refer it as the Sunken Place Pumpkin Spice Convention but I think too many special snowflakes will get offended by that.” Sarah pulled out her coffee and glanced at it. “Mine is in direct response to the #metoo bullshit and I call this #youbestnot.”

Sydney briefly glanced at her best friend. Sarah always kept it one hundred, even it was against her best interest. “I hope you didn’t tell them that at the shop, ‘Rah.”

“Girl, you know me…” Sarah smiled. “…you damn right I did.”

Sydney shook her head and took a sip of her overpriced and too-hot coffee. “What’s up?”

“Syd…” Sarah took a sip of her coffee and thanked the ancestors for a sense of humor. “…the shit Jameson pulled on me last night! Girl! He took that swing and tied me up in it, right? And then he fucked me as if his life was depended on it. Pulling my hair, slapping my titties, he forcefully grabbed my face and asked me if I was going to take that dick like the slut I was?” Sarah blew out a breath. She was getting aroused just thinking about it. “He fucked me as if he was punishing me for all of my sins and I’m pretty sure we did some shit that was more than a little illegal in a few states.

“I mean, he picked my big-ass up and slammed me down on the bed, spread my legs apart, and was like, fuck you! And laying down there, looking up at him, panting and stroking and I’m like, damn right, fuck me!” Sarah shook her head and fanned herself. “I don’t even know why I even have dildos because this motherlover knows how to work it like a Missy Elliott record.” Sarah glanced over at Sydney. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes were just as narrowed.

“Have you listened to a word I just said?” Sarah asked. Sydney didn’t bother to look up once other than welcoming Sarah inside. She knew her best friend went through a professional and personal drought lately, but it was unusual what Sydney was doing. “You’ve been focused behind that computer screen and I’m trying to tell you all the freak-nasty shit me and Jameson did last night!”

“Give a minute,” Sydney typed in a few more words, “I’m trying to research something.”

“Research what?” Sarah blinked as she sipped her iced coffee. “How to ignore your best friend’s dick report?”

“No,” Sydney studied the Google results and slowly enunciated each word,  “how to get watercolor paint out of your vagina…”

Sarah’s eyes widened before they settled. “I’m glad you and Dean are getting back into a routine,” she stood up and picked up her purse. “but bitch, let’s go to the ER!”


 

*Note: I’m in the process of renaming the title. #LegsandLiquorStores is just a working one.

It’ll be out later this month.

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#TeaserTuesday: Love’s Burden (H.E.R. 2)

Blurb: 

Caught in the clash of two warring families, Romeo Torres will be forced to decide between protecting the woman he loves, and being loyal to the game. With time running out, Romeo must get creative with his girlfriend’s survival, even if it means he’llbecome a target himself by his own family.

Love’s Burden is the second part of the H.E.R trilogy. It deals with revenge, true love, and if time really heals. It’s a modern-day remix of Romeo and Juliet.


 

Snippet: 

Rodney scanned over his daughter’s IG page and could only shake his head. Julia was in London with Roman as he’d predicted. He wondered how she managed to leave her apartment undetected. He also briefly wondered if she had anything to do with Santiago’s recent murder attempt.

Rodney shook his head. Julia? His princess? There was no way she would’ve been able to get close enough to Santiago to shoot him. She would’ve been shot on sight by a litany of Santiago’s security, both public and hidden.

No, whoever shot him was someone he knew and someone who was able to get close enough to him. If Julia had been in London all this time, there was no way she would’ve been able to execute such plan.

He softly chuckled at the thought. His Julia being a killer? That was ludicrous. This was the same girl who wore loud colors, had a curious Gilmore Girlsobsession, and could recite facts about everything Michael Jackson.

Why would a girl who could dissect a song like “Stranger in Moscow” be a cold-blooded attempted murderer?

Rodney put his phone down and sipped his cappuccino. There was something unnerving about what was going on with his daughter, but each time he’d spoken with her, she gave no illusion there was anything sinister going on.

He knew the stress of losing her mother caused Julia to lose an extraordinary amount of weight. Her blog and vlog continued to be popular and Julia seemed to go on with her life.

There was something amiss about the whole ordeal, Rodney silently admitted. Things with Julia were too perfect. Not that he wanted her to be stressed out and defiant by seeing Romeo against his wishes. No, there was something more. There was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but Rodney knew whatever it is, things might get worse.

“Rodney.”

The familiar smooth voice of his old friend greeted Rodney and he took a sip of his cappuccino. He nodded a seat for Santiago to sit down and a server came by to take his order.

There was a long, uncomfortable silence between the pair as they just stared at each other. Whatever brotherhood and kinship they had was long over.

“I’ll make the visit short and sweet. Thank you for the recent deposit of funds. I would like to continue to be a part of your business.” Santiago cautiously said.

Rodney slightly shrugged. “I have no problems with that. Is that all?”

“No, it’s not.” Santiago greeted the server as she delivered his meal of a croissant and a coffee. She quickly left. “Our children are dating again.”

“There’s nothing I can do about that. I told Julia to stay away from Romeo and she refused to listen.”

Santiago briefly looked up at the sky and decided how badly he wanted to play Russian Roulette with his life. He’d never been a punk so he wasn’t about to start. “When was the last time you’d physically seen Julia?”

“Why is this any of your business?” Rodney’s defenses went up. “You got your money and now you’re questioning my daughter’s motives for being with your son?”

“You’re not listening to me,” Santiago’s voice was low, “Vanessa was killed six months ago. Julia has been in London for a week now and I’m pretty sure she’s not going to return. What was she doing between the time of the funeral and before she left?”

“Whatever it is you want to say, Tee, you need to say it with your chest,” Rodney warned him, “I’m not repeating myself.”

“The person who tried to kill me – if that was her attention – was your daughter,” Santiago stated. “And I want to know what role did you have to play in that.”


 

Love’s Burden is available at the following links. This will be updated when the other links are live.

Amazon US

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iTunes

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Posted in New Adult Romances

#FlashFriday: #legsandliquorstores

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Blurb:

When you wish upon a star…

Sydney Winchester realizes there’s a spark missing from her marriage but she doesn’t know how to get it back. When her manager forces her to go on a vacation, it gets the wheels turning in her head on how to blow her husband’s mind. She can only hope it works or her Happily Ever After will become a distant memory.

Dean Winchester knows a challenge when he sees one and he knows his marriage is heading for trouble. A small break from hockey is exactly what he needs to revitalize his short marriage before it’s too late.

By marrying each other, their dream came true. Now they need to keep it alive.

#LegsandLiquorStores is a short novella in the new adult Breakaway series about recapturing the spark and reclaiming one’s identity.


Unedited Snippet: 

Sydney briefly wondered when was the last time the two of them were just laying down on the sofa like they were. They used to have nightly Netflix dates. Now Sydney was lucky she even saw Dean during the week. “Ian told me you had a light schedule this week.”

“I do.” He nodded. “What’s up? Do you needed to do something? Go to an art exhibit? Paint another mural for one of your big-pocket clients?”

“I’m not allowed to step foot back inside the Ferguson.” She revealed. “Ian kicked me out until I get myself together.”

“You seem pretty put together to me.” Dean murmured.

“That’s not what he meant.” Sydney adjusted herself and Dean sat up. She paused the show and faced her husband. “Dean, can we talk?”

“I really don’t like how this is beginning.” A small storm began in his light eyes. “Why are you listening to him about what’s going on with us?”

“Because Dean, in case you haven’t noticed, there is something going on with us.” Sydney pleaded. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know if the spark is gone, if I’ve become a regular schmegular degular hockey wife like the other chicks in Manhattan Beach or what. But something is happening with our relationship, baby. It’s impacting my artwork. It’s impacting on me finding a purpose to do anything anymore. And I don’t know if it’s depression or if I’m just straight-up bored and I don’t know it. But something is going on, Dean, and I’m afraid if we don’t try to fix this, we’re just going to be two people sharing a big-ass house and that’s our only connection to each other! We’ll be like Joey and Chandler. We’ll be like Monica and Rachel.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched up. “Who?”

Friends!” Sydney replied. “You know the show about those six friends in New York?”

“Oh, you mean Living Single?” Dean replied.

Sydney cracked a smile. “You know what I mean, Dean. I’m afraid we’ll just resort to the fact that we’re together just because and that’s it. There’s no more unpredictability or anything. I’m going to become one of those bored-ass housewives who goes on IG and Facebook, stalking other people’s lives, asking for gossip about others, and nursing my wine habit because I’m so bored.”

“You are so damn dramatic,” Dean chuckled. “You’re forgetting the small part on how you have a very successful art career and you’re in demand?”

“Besides that.” She leaned against him and he wrapped his arms around her. “I haven’t painted in a week. A whole week, babe.”

“That’s not good, baby.” He stroked her dark hair and kissed her forehead. “Do you need to see a therapist?”

“I don’t know.” She played with the fabric of her distressed jeans. “I don’t know what we need to do to fix this.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make this better. If we need to go to therapy, we’ll go to therapy. Simple as that.” Dean thought about the elephant in the room neither addressed. “When’s the last time we made love?” Sydney shrugged. “That might be another one of our issues, Syd.”

“Each time we try, one of us is too tired. Either you’re knocked out or I am.” She shrugged. She couldn’t even remember the last time they made love. “So, there’s that.”

“Well, we need to change that, don’t we?” He pressed his lips against her neck and gently sucked on it. Sydney moaned her appreciation. “We can do the therapy thing but I also think we can do the wild thing, too.”

“Oh my god, you’re so damn cheesy.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around him. “That’s what I get for taking you to that 90’s music festival.”

“Hey, don’t knock Tone Loc now.” Dean nodded. “He had hits.” He stood up and grabbed his wife’s hand. “Let’s go out right now.”

“Right now?” Sydney looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 9 PM. “Where are we going? A lot of places are starting to close!”

“Not one in particular.” Dean swept his lips over his wife’s. She melted into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. “I have big plans for us that don’t involve watching any Friends episodes whatsoever.”

She shook her head. “You can’t knock it until you’ve tried them, Dean.”

Dean kissed his wife’s temple. “No, I can knock them without ever wanting to try them, boo.”


To read the exclusive first chapters, click here.

#LegsandLiquorStores will be out next week.

Because the only thing open at 2 AM are…#legsandliquorstores

 

Posted in New Adult Romances

#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar (Ellison Brothers #6)

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Blurb: 

It had been over two years and I haven’t spent one day I haven’t thought of him. Of us. How much I missed him. How much I’m still in love with him.

Soul Ellison. The love of my life. The worst heartache of said life.

I chose my career over him, though it was a decision I knew was a huge mistake the moment I made it. When I left him back at his Harlem townhome, I wasn’t expecting him to come back.

He did. With a vengeance.

Our obsession with each other was only complicated by our intense desire and love. I needed him like I needed air. He was my drug and I didn’t want to go to rehab. He was richer than sin, a craving stronger than the most decadent dish, and he was all mine.

Navigating through a world where paparazzi follow my every move and I become the gossip fodder I once reported on, I wonder if this is a life I want? Soul promises he’ll do anything to protect me. I only wonder if we’re strong enough to protect each other.

Bestselling and USA Today featured author Vera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series concludes with Sweet Nectar, a sexy venture into the fashion industry, insta-fame, and if love truly conquers all.


 

Unedited Snippet:

Closing my book, I’ll think about what’s going on with me and Soul, if there’s anything going on between us. It’s been 24 hours since I’ve seen him and I haven’t called him once. I’m still in too much shock to do so.

I glance over to my bedside and I see Soul’s ecru business card with raised lettering staring back at me. I bite my groan as just feeling the card tells me how lavish and exuberant he is. He’s more understated than his brothers, but it’s clear he doesn’t do Wal-Mart.

My fingers get the best of me and I find myself dialing Soul’s number. I press send before I realize what the hell I’m doing. No, I don’t want to talk to him. No, I don’t want to hear whatever excuse he has for blindsiding me today. No, I don’t want to deal with any feelings I have towards that man.

I put my phone down, turn off my light, and turn over in bed. I’ll deal with Soul later and now’s not the time to do so.

Then my phone rings. I don’t have to guess it’s Soul calling me except it’s a special ring: he wants me on FaceTime.

I turn over and I see the number flash before me. I didn’t bother to input his number because I know it’s him. I just called him and he’s calling me back. I can’t use the excuse I’m busy or I butt-dialed because he knows I’m wide awake, despite it being close to midnight.

I quickly turn my light back on and just stare down at my phone. It stops ringing and I breathe a sigh of relief. The victory is small and sweet as the phone number with the FaceTime request pops back up.

Swallowing what’s left of my pride, I swipe left to answer. I don’t care if I’m in a bonnet; I’m not trying to impress dude. The screen goes blank for a moment before he appears in his all of his gorgeous glory.

My mouth becomes cottony dry and I’m wishing I at least ran a hand through my Afro puff before I answered. Soul grins back at me with those chiseled cheekbones, and sensual lips that I remember how plump and juicy they were all over my body. He’s shirtless and I see just the faintest visual of his muscular chest.

He’s also in his bedroom, and it looks like he’s about to go to sleep as well. I remember how he cuddled up against me after we made love the entire night and how strong his arms were around my body, as if he were protecting me.

I naturally cross my legs to tame down the tingling between my thighs. I don’t know what it is about Soul that makes me so crazy about him. He should’ve been a long-ago memory from way back when, and yet, he’s very much in my present and possibly future.

“Bae…” His deep baritone vibrates against my core and I’m shooketh all over. “…how are you doing, beautiful?”

I sigh and grin. My mind hates him for what he did earlier but my heart and yoni wants to welcome him back home. “Good, though I’m a bit mad at you.”

“You’re a bit mad at me?” He repeats. “Isn’t that like being a little pregnant?”

“You didn’t tell me about the ad, Soul.” I brush off his humor, though I’m smiling. Damn him. “It would’ve been nice if I got a heads up about it.”

“If I did, you would’ve tried to talk me out of it. The ad was decided long before last night if that’s what you’re implying.” He quickly responds.

“How long ago are we talking about?” I cautiously ask. “Those pictures are from two years ago.”

“And I decided to run the ad about three months ago. You still look the same.” He makes no apologies and I don’t expect any. “And they’re lovely pictures, Ari. I especially love the one where I’m kissing the back of your neck. That was your spot, wasn’t it?”

My lungs push out air through my mouth. Those tingles are back now and it doesn’t help Soul is also in L.A. I wonder how quickly could he come over to break me off something proper. “Next time give me a warning. I’m the trending topic today. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook…everyone is talking about how I’m in your ad despite our history.”

“You think I give a damn?” He declares and on God, I wanted to ride his face the moment he said that.


 

Sweet Nectar will be out next month.

Her Soul, the prequel, is currently available on Amazon, iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Smashwords.

Posted in New Adult Romances

Stay With Me is LIVE NOW!

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Blurb: 

Meet Tony D’Amato, wealthy single man who loves two women.

Juggling his barbershop, a reality show, and countless soap opera episodes, Tony is looking for the special one who understands why he loves Passions and doesn’t try to argue it. As he becomes older, Tony wonders if there is a difference between a first love and a true love.

There is Krista, the woman he’d loved since he was a teen. Despite a friends-with-benefits type of relationship that went nowhere, Tony still hopes Krista would give him a chance. Krista’s troubled past prevents her from being too close to anyone.

And then there is Ana, the woman who is perfect for him, but she doesn’t want to be second-fiddle to anyone, including Tony. She has dreams and aspirations that go beyond being Mrs. Tony D’Amato.

Which woman will keep his heart? And which one will be relegated to a special guest star role, but never a recurring cast member?

Stay With Me is the second part in the One More Chance three-part series. This is a contemporary erotic romance deals with trust, second chances, and true love.


 

Snippet:

“Well, after I’ll help you finish packing up everything and help Drea move in, I’m going to spend as much free time with you as possible. Starting now.” Tony led Ana to his barber chair. He pressed a button and all of the blinds automatically came down.

Sensuality passed between the pair and Ana became aware of what Tony was doing. Her nipples hardened and her breathing became sporadic. Tony didn’t even say a word or did anything sexual, yet Ana’s body was already primed for him. “Oh?”

“You need a wax job,” he turned on slow, R&B music. “So, I’m about to give you one.”

The air shifted as Keith Sweat’s voice crooned over the speakers. “There’s a compliment somewhere in there,” Ana’s eyes narrowed. “I was too hairy last night?”

“You were perfect.” He prepared the wax at a nearby station. “I’ve always wanted to do a wax job on someone I cared about. It’s too weird doing it on my mother or Faith.”

Ana chuckled. “I understand.”

“So, I figured I’ll do it on someone who means just as much as my mother does.” He walked over to Ana and reached up to undo her jeans. She lifted her hips for easy access and Tony pulled them off along with her pink panties. She was left bare and willing in front of him.

He stared at her slit for a long moment as he his cock stirred in his jeans. Fuck, she looked so beautiful in front of him. So raw, so pure, and so anxious. There was never any hype with Ana or false pretenses. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, though she’d often joked she wished her face would use its quiet voice.

He loved that about her, regardless of how she felt. It was why he named his shop after her. It was also why she would always have a special place in his heart. She kept it real, no matter what.

“I need to prepare you for the wax.” His deep voice filled the room. “Usually, I would tell you to take deep breaths. I probably would’ve advised you to take an Advil or something before you came.”

“But you’re not going to do that, are you?” She smiled.

“Not really,” Tony pulled up a stool in front her and stared into Ana’s eyes. “You remember how this tongue felt like.”

“Shit…” Ana hissed. She watched Tony spread her legs and hooked one of them over his shoulder. She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled it.

Without warning, Tony sucked on her swollen clit. Ana gripped the arm chair rests as a squeal pushed out of her throat. They’d just spent the prior night making love in various positions yet, Tony was hungry for more.

His tongue delved deeper into her slit, kissing her pussy, and feasting on her like a man starved. He was sensual, he was anxious. His tongue explored, while he seemingly held back.

Ana’s thighs began to tremble and the familiar orgasmic coils feathered against her body. She gripped Tony’s head tight and rode the waves of ecstasy coursing throughout her. He continued to please her until she came a second time against his tongue and she finally had to push him away.

“Now, you’re ready for the wax…” He murmured until Ana shook her head. “No?”

“I won’t be able to have sex for hours after the job.” She pulled him up and kissed him. “Fuck me as if your life depended on it.”

Ana was normally a good girl who didn’t even like saying the word pussy. Whenever she had sex with Tony, an animalistic, wild woman came out. Tony secretly missed ‘lady in the streets and whore in the sheets’ Ana. “I don’t have condoms here at the shop,” he replied. “I wasn’t planning on fucking you here, honestly.”

“I’m on birth control,” she replied, “are you clean?”

“Very.” He hesitated. “We don’t have to do this right now. We can just wait until tomorrow.”

“That’s fine,” her fingers crept to her pussy and she inserted one inside, “I’ll make myself come and you can ask yourself tomorrow when you’re nursing your blue balls why you didn’t do it a third time.”

Tony’s eyes were glued on Ana fingering herself. Her nails weren’t very long but seeing the French manicure playing with her slick heat made his cock chafe his jeans. “Ana…” He swallowed. “…I thought you were sore?”

“Yeah…” She licked her lips. “…you thought.

“Okay, fuck this.” Tony pulled down his jeans and freed his cock from his boxer briefs. He removed Ana’s hand and swiftly replaced it with his hardened cock. He briefly paused, feeling her tight heat wrap around his cock like it was the first time. Like it would be the last time.

Ana gasped, then moaned. The latex provided a barrier yet it was nothing feeling how velvety hard he was. Every time they made love, it was new and raw, and she lost a little of herself. He filled her, but not just physically. Tony filled a void Ana had.

“Hold on,” he directed and she clutched his arms. He stroked deep inside of her, possessing all of her body. They were barely naked from the waist down, but that was all was needed. They connected in another way they both had forgotten about until she came back.

Ana’s eyes widened when Tony hit her spot and she cried in delight and awe. His flesh slapped against hers and she moved along with him, not wanting it to end but anxious for the third orgasm of the night. She knew it was only a teaser for many more.

Tony’s thrusts became harder and faster as he pounded into her. His grunts matched her moans. He surged forward and gripped the chair tight. Ana brought out a fever in him no other woman could match. Not even the woman who’d constantly rejected him.

“Say my name, Ana…” He demanded. “Say my name when you come.”

She could only moan and cry as her response. He was so deep inside her. She felt his cock pulsating and twitching with every stroke; she knew he was very close and was merely waiting on her.

She locked eyes with him and saw the smile and almost smug look flash across his irises. He had her. She was his no matter what the distance said. It was something they both knew. He would forever own her body and she would let him.

Ana’s body quivered and shook beneath Tony. Her orgasm was about to shake her to the core and there was no way she could stop it. Not that she wanted to. She wanted to feel his orgasm just as much he wanted to feel hers.

Her breathing became shallow, her moans louder and sharper, and finally she went limp as Ana finally gave Tony what he wanted: “Tony!” She cried.

A proud smirk settled across Tony’s lips. His thrusts became harder and deeper until he released streams of come inside her. He wanted to brand Ana and he did. He wished to hell she wasn’t on birth control and she would’ve been forever tied to him with a baby. It wasn’t fair to her or to them and the timing was all wrong.

Still, the thought of Ana having his baby made Tony wished they would’ve found a way to make their love work.

His chest heaved along with hers. They pressed foreheads together like they always did after their lovemaking and sweetly kissed each other. Tony moaned against Ana’s neck when he felt her gently milking his cock with her pussy. His body shuddered and she softly caressed him.

“Mine,” she whispered. “Everything belongs to me.”

They only had a few days left of Ana’s New York stay and that was it until their paths cross again.

They had to make the most of it.


 

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