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#TeaserTuesday: I Forgot You Existed #kindle#nook #romance #shortreads

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Blurb: 

They promised each other forever and then he went ghost on her.

Well, did he really?

Jennifer Winters knows exactly what Trevor Ashley has been doing since they ended their romance some years ago. After all, it’s hard to miss a guy who’s the number one hip-hop artist in the world. Everywhere she turns, someone is quoting his lyrics, talking about his videos, and gossiping about who he’s been with.

Now he has returned for reasons Jennifer is not sure she cares about.

Trevor Ashley knows behind the bling, women, and fame, he’s bored. Every IG hottie says the same thing and they all want the same thing – clout. What he does want is an old love who wants nothing to do with him.

Can Trevor convince Jennifer the past is just that? Or will she unknowingly contribute to another hit song by him?

I Forgot You Existed is a standalone erotic novella that deals with long-lost love, forgiveness, and starting over.


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“I hear Ash’s back.”⁣⁣⁣

Jennifer shrugged. Trevor Ashley or otherwise known as hip-hop star Ash, is the success of the small town of Palm Springs. A city world-renowned from being a Hollywood hotspot and host of the annual Coachella fest. ⁣⁣

Families felt safe raising their children in the city. A burgeoning gay community could be as loud and proud as they want to be. It was an Instagrammer’s dream vacation. The city could add one more bragging right to its history: ⁣⁣

It produced one of the best rappers in the world. ⁣⁣

Jennifer paid no attention to Trevor or anything connected to him for the last six years of her life. One, she didn’t really listen to any rap music unless it was old-school, so Trevor clearly didn’t fit the bill. ⁣⁣

Most importantly, why would she want to listen to music from a man who eviscerated her heart? ⁣⁣⁣

“That’s lovely,” Jennifer restocked the shelves at Fresh Espresso. ⁣⁣

Hayley turned towards her best friend. Her face was stoic as she concentrated on putting the coffee bags just right. Jennifer always had a bit of anal retentiveness when it came to her business and it paid off. It was voted the most successful shop in the Coachella Valley.

Hearing Ash’s name clearly bothered Jennifer more than she wanted to admit. “You’re okay with him being in town?”⁣⁣

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jennifer asked. ⁣⁣

“Well, the fact you two used to date…” Hayley began. ⁣⁣

“That was a long time ago,” Jennifer stated. ⁣⁣

“And the fact you have straightened out the same cupboard for the past ten minutes.” Hayley folded her arms and watched as Jennifer stood back and realized her mistake. “I mean, how many times are you gonna stack the same shelf, Pooh?”⁣⁣


I Forgot You Existed, a short romance novella, will be out this month. ⁣⁣⁣

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#SundaySnippet: Sweet Nectar

Vera Roberts

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.


Snippet:

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.


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#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

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#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar

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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 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.


Unedited Snippet: 

I watch Soul ask the chef prepare a quick meal for us in the kitchen, and she happily obliges. I wonder if this is special treatment only reserved for being sweet on me or if this is how Soul is no matter what time of day.

I already know the answer: this is who Soul is. Unpredictable. Crazy. Poignant. His mother was right to christen his name. It perfectly fits him.

“Savior won’t get mad you’re doing all of this?” I ask.

“He probably will,” Soul watches the chef stir the jumbo shrimp on the skillet. “I’ve done this before but I’ve always left nice tips. Savior is just OCD with his businesses. I can’t blame him. I have five and I know what’s going on with them at any given time.”

“You’re so focused but you’re very close with your brothers and parents.” I note, “most other rich people would be whatever about family time.”

“Nah, we have our issues but it’s mainly contained.” A waiter comes by and pours glasses of wine for us. “We’re not going be giving press conferences or taking out full page ads on why we hate each other. But sometimes you need a little distance to keep the peace.”

“You’re located all over place.” I reply. Savior is situated in L.A. with his wife, Keisha, and their baby, Lyric. Senator Ocean is based out of California, but he seems to spend more time in Atlanta with his girlfriend, famed celebrity tattoo artist, Aaliyah Smith.

And then there’s Soul, straight outta Harlem. He moved there when he was 17 and never looked back. Most people who know him are surprised he’s an Ellison Ellison because he completely separates himself from his family.

He’s rarely in expensive suits and I get the feeling he doesn’t really like them, anyway. He only wore one for Savior’s lowkey wedding. I also learned Soul designed everyone’s outfits, including Keisha’s gown, for that day.

Soul mainly uses his social media accounts to promote his clothing line and that’s it. He’s not a social media activist, and doesn’t use his fingers to express his disgust with the system.

Instead, Soul uses his money and influence. He constantly donates money to a number of causes and has sent numerous men to college on his dime. His only request is that their grades are a 3.0 average. He’s also a well-known philanthropist and his estimated donations are in the hundreds of millions across several charities.

He still has a close relationship with his parents, who fully supported the false allegations against him when they were levied. I cringe when I think about my role in that, but it seems it’s in the past. At least I hope it is.

But if I’m going to be a part of Soul’s world, it would also mean I’m going to interact with his family at some point or another. I’m sure his mother and father feel some kind of way about me and that’s a family dinner I’m not looking forward to.

His parents still haven’t spoken to me directly about the article and I made sure to avoid contact with them at Briana Gooding’s fundraiser. Even if I happened to catch a glimpse of Thomas and Starr looking in my direction, it happened so fast I wondered if I imagined it.

I can’t worry about awkward family dinners when Soul is with me. Dinner is quickly served and we sit in the kitchen, quietly eating our meal. After dinner is done, the servers clean up everything and all is back to normal as if we were never inside the kitchen at all.

He leads me out to the lounge area and it’s not quite dark. Some patrons are eating, some are playing games, and others are engaged on the dance floor. Some of the lights are still on and he heads over to the DJ booth.

Soul shakes his head as he looks at the set-up. “Real DJs know how to mix and scratch. Nowadays, all a person needs an iPod and that’s it. The fuck is this?” He holds up a USB cord. “I bet this fool has no idea who Special Ed is.”

Neither do I but that’s not something I’m going to share with him.

The DJ comes back and Soul whispers in his ear. The sounds of Kut Klose come on overhead. He walks back out onto the dance floor and holds his hand out. His eyebrows rose up as if they were asking, ‘Want to dance?’ I don’t even hesitate.

I grab his hand and he pulls me close to him. His muscular body envelopes my lithe one and yet, it’s all natural. I feel his heartbeat pound against his chest and we’re in sync. Once again, I breathe in his cologne and the feelings wash over my body.

It goes beyond just being in lust or feeling protected by Soul. I can fully admit I’m in love with this man and I have been for a long while. I thought if I moved away from him, get wrapped into a career I don’t care for, the feelings would go away.

Yet, they never did. They came back stronger than before.

Now I’m stuck. I know Desiree will support me leaving L.A. but what about my work? If I leave the Sista Gal show, there are no other jobs lined up for me. I would have to start all over again from scratch and how will that pan out?

I’m not cut out to be a socialite or some clout-chasing bottle service girl on IG. I want a legit career in journalism, but Sista Gal is my way into that. And I would need to give Laura enough time to find an ample replacement for me.

I sigh as I lay my head on Soul’s chest. What am I going to do?

“Don’t think about it,” he whispers in my ear, “things will happen the way they need to and in the order they should.”

My body releases another sigh I didn’t know it was holding. “You’re confident about us.”

Soul slightly pulls away from me and cups my face in his strong, tattooed hands. “I didn’t get where I am second-guessing every move. If it flopped, I did better next time. If it was successful, I improved on that formula. My point is, I stopped giving a fuck about what others had to say about me a long time ago. I suggest you do the same.”

Soul gave me life advice, but we both know he’s referring to his family.


 

Sweet Nectar will be out this week. It is the final book in the Ellison Brothers series. Cover reveal later this week!

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#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar (Ellison Brothers #6) #newadult #romance #contemporary

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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 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.


Unedited Snippet:

The office is bigger than I thought it would be, but it’s cozy and warm. The walls have soft colors that I can’t describe other than being kinda brown and kinda white, but not quite tan.

Soul’s back is facing me and he’s leaned over the glass window, resting his head on his forearm. I stop and stare at him for a moment and not say a word. What could I say? Am I allowed to talk? What’s the new protocol around here?

Instead, I stay within the moment. I feel his power, strength, and energy around me. This man is something addictive and I feel my body become so aware of the moment. My breasts become heavy and full. My nipples hardened and poke through the knockoff dress.

I’m speechless yet I don’t know if I would’ve been able to speak at gunpoint. My brain is confused yet my heart is in shock. They’re both telling me this is what I need. Soul is where I need to be.

“That dress you’re wearing,” his deep voice booms throughout the room, “is beautiful.” He finally turns around and my heart stops. Soul is stunningly gorgeous with dark hair and light eyes, that alternate between light blue and grey. Full lips and sculpted cheekbones complete his magnificent face.

All of the Ellison brothers were easy on the eyes, but Soul had a swag that was cultivated by the streets. Soul has two full sleeves and the tattoos even cover his hands. For any other man, it might look tacky and uncouth.

With Soul, however, they add an element of danger yet still classy. He doesn’t come off as some sort or criminal or a man with a shady past. He loves to decorate his body in both clothing and permanent ink.

He walks in long strides and before I know it, Soul is directly in front of me. His eyes darkened to a deep blue color and I feel the sexual energy transpire between us. “The dress would be more beautiful on the floor.”

I swallow hard and push the air that was holding my lungs hostage. My tongue briefly darts out to wet my lips and desire has taken over my body. “It’s only been two days, Soul. It’s also been two years.”

“I also have 28 days to convince you why you should return to Harlem with me,” he steps closer to me and slightly lifts up my dress. He then pulls my panties down to the floor and around my ankles. He lifts each leg to take them off and pockets the lacy pink underwear. “You don’t need these anymore.”

My voice is suffocated with shock and lust as they fight for dominance. Before I can fully process any thoughts, Soul crushes his lips upon mine. His mouth is so experienced and welcoming, while his tongue explores every corner.

He lifts me up and carries me over to a nearby desk. He lays me down and I watch as he produces a condom and rips it open. He takes out his hardened, thick cock and sheathes himself with the latex. “This is the last time I’m using protection with you,” he declares.

My body shivers as I think about making love to Soul with no barriers. I’m already addicted to him with boundaries set up between us, both physical and otherwise. I spread my legs wide open for him. I’m not just welcoming him back inside of me, but also back into my life.

He steadies himself and pushed inside of me, catching me off-guard. So thick and so full. I feel him throb deep inside of me and my cunt pulsates around him. “Soul…” My body moans.

Damn it, Ari.” He leans forward and pressed his forehead against mine. He softly kisses my lips before he pulls away. He moves slowly inside of me and I feel every inch and curve of his delicious cock. I feel like I’m about to be split into two, but I want more. I don’t think I can ever get enough.

Soul lifts up my legs and places my feet on his shoulders. He pushes all the way inside of me and I scream. “That’s my girl,” he purrs as he thrusts faster, “I want to hear you scream my name.”

“Soul!” I hold onto the desk as he rocks me. His thrusts are hard and fast, soft and slow, a combination of the above. Just when I’m used to one rhythm, he switches it up. He stroked into me, claiming me as his once again, and making sure I knew that with each thrust.


 

Why hello, Soul…

Sweet Nectar, the final book in the Ellison Brothers series drops finally  on June 3rd.

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

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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 bad for me. And just maybe, I was bad for him, too.

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.

Snippet: 

Jax doesn’t want to waste time with the small talk. He hurriedly takes off my clothing and his in the process. Bare-ass naked in the bed, I watch Jax remove his clothing. His cock is very impressive. Long, thick, and man, that boy is blessed. I already know I want to feel him inside my mouth, on my face, and definitely inside my cunt.

He lays me down on the bed and gets in the bed with me. He lies beside me and caresses my face. “Is there stuff you won’t do?” He softly asks.

“Anal.” I state. It’s not that I wouldn’t do it but I don’t want to be that girl who’s a freak and does everything on sight the first time. There has to be layers to exposing the freakiness.

He nods and smiles. “Got it. Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.” I nod.

“Good.” He gets on top of me and slides down my body until he reaches my wet slit. My clit poked through the folds and I immediately felt Jax’s mouth covering it. He licked me harder and faster than I could ever imagine.

Loud moans escaped my mouth as he licked me with a primal hunger. He wanted to prove a point to me and was making it clear. I was his for the night and I would let him do whatever he wanted.

I came against his mouth and he pulled away. He suddenly inserted one finger, then two inside of me. He stroked me with the precision of brain surgeon. His hands were not inexperienced but full of a confident man who knew how to get a woman off.

I felt the bed shift and Jax lay against me. His fingers never leave me and he’s kissing on my neck as his fingers thrust into me. “I want to feel you come all over my fingers,” he licks my ear, “and then I want to fill you up with my come.”

“Oh shit!” I whimper. I tried to contain the moans; I didn’t know who was still inside the home or if they could hear me. Heaven forbid, I didn’t want Javier or Jacqueline to overhear this.

Jax, however, didn’t care who heard. His thumb padded over my clit and I screamed my response. My body tightly wound up like a spring and my legs began to shake. Sharp, hard breaths came out as I tried to contain the orgasm, but my body needed the release.

I came hard, loud, and fell against the bed. All I heard was the deafening heartbeat in my ears and the rush of blood that flowed against it. I felt Jax remove his fingers and crawl up my body to pinch my nipples.

In that moment, I didn’t care what I looked like. All dignity and pride flew out the window. I knew I was just another notch in Jax’s bedpost but I no longer cared. I wanted that man and he was going to be as much of a conquest to me as I was to him.

“How do you feel?”

My eyes barely open as I meet Jax’s gaze. His gaze on me is scorching hot and his hands wander all over my body. It’s clear what just happened between us was only foreplay, but he wants to know if I’m okay before we proceed to the next round.

“I feel great,” I cup his face. “How do you feel?”

“Anxious and incredible aroused.” His hand land on my breast and he softly pinches the nipple. “I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I’m more than okay,” I lift up and push him onto his back. I straddle him and Jax puts his hands behind him. He stares at me with a searing intensity and I feel my cunt cinch up in desire. His massive erection is poking behind me, gently tapping against my ass.

“So, what are you going to do?” He dares me.

“Blow your fucking mind.” I slide my body down his and landed at his cock. I smelled him, played with the velvety hardness against my lips and cheek, and kissed the uncut mushroom head. I licked the underside before taking him fully inside my hungry mouth.

“JESUS!” His body lifted off the bed before it slammed back down. I pay him no mind. I’m sucking his dick like it has the antidote to an incurable disease and I have to get it out. I alternate between licking him soft and fast, slow and hard, and a combination of the actions.

I close my eyes and concentrate on just pleasing Jax. This will probably be a one-night stand, but I want to make an unforgettable one. If Jax is going to look at me as another conquest, I’ll definitely look at him the same way.


 

Quench My Desire is a standalone novella available right now!

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#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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#TeaserTuesday: Love So Brand New (Former LegsandLiquorStores)

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.

Love So Brand New is a short novella in the new adult Breakaway series about recapturing the spark and reclaiming one’s identity.

Snippet: 

During another commercial break, Sydney popped up and stretched. “Thank you for suffering through my torture, baby.” She yawned. “Now, we can do what you want to do.”

Dean was too busy admiring his wife’s toned stomach and short top that barely covered her breasts. “What was that?”

Sydney tossed a pillow at him and he pulled her down on top of him. “I was saying thank you for suffering through the adventures of Ross and Rachel with me. I know that’s not your cup of tea…”

“Far fucking from it.” He replied.

Sydney playfully jabbed him in the chest. “But I thank you for doing that. It means a lot to me.”

“I told you I would do anything for you, Syd.” He brushed a loose strand away from her face. “Even if it means you’re torturing me with this.”

“You know you secretly liked Monica.” She winked.

“I think I’m about to puke.” He replied.

“You mean to tell me this is the first time you’ve ever watched that show?”

“And it’ll be the only time,” Dean admitted, “I just wasn’t into the show, babe. Not that I would’ve remembered it during the heyday of it, but if people like it, I love it. It just never was my cup of tea.”

“You did like the Big Bang Theory, though…” She mentioned. “…though, I didn’t understand that show at all. Penny would’ve never ended up with Sheldon.”

“Actually, she didn’t.” Dean corrected. “She ended up with Leonard, but that was before the show got wack and unbelievable.”

“Like Penny being with Leonard was so believable.” Sydney rolled her eyes. “A babe like her with a guy like him?”

“What’s wrong with the hot girl, nerdy guy fantasy?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “I’m a nerdy guy and you’re a hot girl.”

“On what planet are you a nerd?” Sydney questioned. “Other than you like that super weird game you play with your friends, Dungeons and what?”

“Dungeons and Dragons and no Dungeons and Dragons slander in this household.” He defended as his voice trailed up. Sydney stuck her tongue out in defense. “I have to strategize every play. Life or death situation.”

“Life or death?”

“Every time.”

“But did you die?” She asked.

“Actually, yes.” He blew a kiss.

“And that other show you like to watch that I don’t care about?” She snapped her fingers. “What was that called?”

“National Geographic?” He chuckled. “It has some good stuff on it. No bleeps, or shade, or whatever a Real Housewife is doing.”

“No Nene slander on my watch…” Sydney’s voice trailed up.

“My point is, baby, it’s not about how you’re different; it’s how you come together.” He explained. “Eggs and flour are different from each other and could be used for multiple things. But when they come together, it’s magical. Same thing with peanut butter and jelly. Macaroni and cheese.”

“USB cords and phones?” She asked and Dean nodded.

“Cheeseburgers and fries.”

“Stoves and skillets.” She added.

“Mothers and black stretchy pants.”

“The Kardashians and black men.” Sydney stated and Dean laughed. “It’s true, isn’t it?”


 

Yeah, it’s kinda true when you think about it.

The latest installment in the Breakaway series will be out on Friday.

To read an exclusive snippet, click here.

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#TeaserTuesday: #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: 

“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.

To read an extended snippet, click here.

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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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To read an extended sneak preview of H.E.R., click here.