#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.


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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.

To read the first sample chapters, click here.

#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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#SundaySnippet: Quench My Desire

Note: Yeah, so this is finally out now! I’m not entirely sure if it’ll be available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, and Kobo at the time this is posted, however, it is available on Smashwords (full) and wattpad (partial)! 

Yay! 

QuenchMY Desire

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.


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“I really appreciate you giving me this song. I’m going to take your advice and not release it as a single but just as an appetizer on the album. It’ll be the last song.” He nods. “I think it’ll be an awesome way to end the album.”

“I think that’s a great idea.” I mention. “It’s another way of telling everyone you never left; you just took a break.”

“Don’t call it a comeback…” He begins.

“You’ve been here for years.” I wink at him.

Jax stares at me with such intensity, I feel my breath stolen. He leans closer to me and I wonder if he’s about to tell me I have something stuck in my teeth. Instead, he surprises me by capturing my lips with his.

His kiss wasn’t like any other I’ve ever had. He didn’t rush nor was he in a hurry to play tonsil hockey. Instead, Jax’s lips were full of confidence and skill. His tongue was experienced and welcoming, playing with mine and exploring my mouth.

Jax’s hands touched my face as he pulled me in closer. I got up from my chair and straddled him in his. His hands wandered all over my body, caressing my back, and reaching around to cup my breasts.

One hand unhooked my bra while the other caressed the freed breasts. He lifted up my shirt and stared down at my chest with an awe only reserved for those who just received the best news in their lives.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Mia.” He hoarsely whispered.

I swallowed, while I felt blood rush in my ears. My heart is beating so fast, it’s making me dizzy. I want this man. I’m about to fuck him in his studio and then I’m going to go home and soak in a hot bath.

My clit throbbed under my panties and I slowly ground against Jax. He became harder against his jeans and I wanted him deep inside of me. His breathing was ragged and hard, as if he was trying to keep up with me in some way.

“Jesus, Mia…” His voice let out a low rumble seeped in agony. “I’ve wanted you forever.” His lips covered one of my breasts and I moaned my appreciation. “So damn beautiful.”

I wrap my hands around Jax’s head as he feasts on me. I never had sex in a recording studio before but if I’m going to go there, it might as well be with the biggest celebrity on the planet. “Jax…”

Suddenly, Jax pulls away and his face becomes stoic. His eyes look around before they settle back on me. “Get dressed. Now.”

The words come out like staccato notes on the piano and I quickly put myself back together. I straighten out my top and move back to the sound boards. Jax stood up, ran a hand through his hair, and pops a piece of gum into his mouth.

I’m utterly confused as to what in the hell just happened. “Is everything okay Ja—”

Before I could finish my sentence, Jax greets his unexpected, yet expected guest – Karen.


 

Find out who Karen is and why she’s such a cockblock.

To read the beginning chapters, click here.

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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.


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“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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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:

Break Me Off Something was the lingerie store that was part sex toy shop, part classy lingerie, and part Pornhub’s little kinky sister in a brick and mortal version. It was located in West Hollywood, nestled along with other trendy boutique shops.

The shop was three stories high and had a live DJ who alternated between sensual R&B tunes and playing EDM music. A server walked around with a tray of champagne and a diffuser that blew eucalyptus and peppermint mist greeted guests as they entered.

The lights were dimmed, but it wasn’t dark. It wasn’t a stark, blinding light that people expected in a store. It was a soothing experience almost akin to going to a see a therapist and lay down on a sofa discussing what went wrong in their childhood.

It was Sarah’s second home.

Sex swings, vibrators, sex toys for Sarah, sex toys for Jameson, and a new discovery on what a spatula could actually do outside of flipping pancakes and burgers, the couple left no stone unturned.

The couple waited until marriage due to Jameson’s religious beliefs and spent the better part of the past year christening every room in their two-story home. In respect to their guests, Sarah always had cans of Lysol and Febreze available.

She was a full-figured woman who always believed underneath her pouch of belly was some good pussy. Even after she’d been long married and happy in her marriage, Sarah still received the occasional ‘Hey Big Head!’ text from thirsty exes.

Sarah didn’t believe a woman needed to have a lot of her sexual experience by sleeping around. She didn’t shame those who chose that route, but she just didn’t believe in it. She would rather get freak-nasty with just one person and blow his fucking mind.

“Sarah!” The store’s owner, Jamila, greeted her with a hug and air kisses. She was a black woman with almond skin and hypnotizing eyes. She often dressed in a bohemian style and a voice that was more soothing a jazz station. “I got your order in the back. I need to show you how to install the swing so you don’t pull down the door again.” She turned to Sydney. “And who’s your friend?”

“J, this is my girl, Sydney. We go way back. She needs to spice up her sex life because her husband is a beast on the ice but he ain’t shit in bed anymore.” Sydney glanced over at her best friend and Sarah held her ground. “Okay, why are we here, Syd?”

Jamila smiled. Sarah never pulled punches with anyone. “How can I help you, Sydney?”

Sydney hoped the embarrassment she felt wasn’t too obvious on her cheeks. “I need to save my marriage. We haven’t had sex in a very long time and I need to do something to revitalize it. I need to put some sexiness back into it.”

“Hmm…” Jamila purred. “…let me ask you: what haven’t you tried?”

The couple have tried everything. Food, sex outdoors, different rooms of their shared home, a little bit of bondage due to Sydney’s BDSM background…they even had an international commercial where they had sex on camera and in front of a live audience.

Yet, they were at a stalemate in their marriage.

“We’ve tried everything,” she slowly admitted as her eyes carefully scanned the store. She saw butt plugs, cat o’ nine tails, cock rings, and the biggest selection of lubrication she’d ever seen in her life. “Okay, maybe not everything.”

Jamila warmly smiled. “Describe your husband’s sex style.”

“Well,” Sydney cleared her throat. She never thought she would be in a position to discuss her sex life with a complete stranger she’s only known for less than a minute. “He loves missionary but he really loves it when I’m on top and doggystyle.”

“So, he loves to be in control but he also loves it when you take over the reins.” Jamila nodded. “When you’re on top, do you slow wind, bounce, or ride?”

“Um…” Sydney chewed her lips. She remembered the last time she was on top of Dean.

He pulled her down by her neck and tongue-fucked her as she rode him.“You like riding my cock, baby?” He breathed.

“Fuck yes!” She moaned into his mouth. “I love how fucking big it is.”

“You like how it fits into your tight pussy like that?” He thrust upward and Sydney yelped at the sudden increase of friction. “You like that, Syd? You like I go so deep inside your tight pussy like this?”

“Dean…” Sydney moaned. The headboard knocked against the wall, creating dents. Her nails clawed into his chest and she held onto dear life.

“Sydney…” He moaned and held her tighter. “Sydney…”

“SYDNEY!”

Sydney came back into the present and shook her head of the memory. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Sarah giggled. “Jamila asked what’s your sex style, yo.”

“Oh right. Got it.” Sydney thought for a moment. “…slow wind that leads to a rocking motion, I think?”

“So you like to feel the ridges of his cock and he loves it, too? Nice.” Jamila nodded. “You’re a slow, sensual lover. You like to feel, touch, and explore your lover’s body. You like to know what turns him on and what could make him keep going. You’re more interested in the art of the orgasm instead of actually having one. You could go on all night or be happy with just a few minutes as long as he gets his.”

Sydney was stunned. “You figured all of that by just a sex description?”

Jamila smiled. “Sex is a physical act but there’s a soul connection. When people are mechanical about it, they’re more interested in just getting off. They don’t care about the other person or their feelings. You love to explore and figure out what their body can do. You want to bring your lover to their limit and vice-versa. Sex is more than just physical with you. Either you’re feeling that person, or you’re not.”

Sydney couldn’t believe her ears. Jamila described her to a tee. “Are you a goddess?”

“My lovers tend to think so.” Jamila warmly smiled. “Shall we get started?”


 

We shall.

A Love So Brand New is available NOW.

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It’ll be available on Kobo, iTunes, and Barnes & Noble soon!

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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.

#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.


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.

#FlashFriday: #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.


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

 

#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me (D’Amato Brothers) #newadult #contemporary #romance #irromance #bwwm

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Blurb:

Meet Tony D’Amato, wealthy single father who loves soap operas and is starring in a real-life version of one.

Caught up in a world where Baby Shark reigns supreme and running his very successful barbershop, Tony doesn’t have much time for any games unless they’re a variation of Peek-A-Boo. He completely erased his ex from his life and moved on. So he thought. A chance reunion made him realize he never stopped loving her but now things are different.

He has a baby daughter that is not his ex’s.

All Krista Allen cares about are Blahniks, bling, and Bentley’s – and not necessarily in that order. The flashier her lifestyle, the better. She’d never envisioned herself as a mother due to her painful upbringing and long accepted that role. So when Tony introduces his infant daughter to Krista, she realizes she has a lot of soul-searching to do. She also wonders if a dry cleaner can save her beloved Louis Vuitton from infant vomit.

Will Krista finally have the family she’d always wanted? Or will their reunion be short and dramatic like Tony’s beloved soap operas?

Stay With Me is the standalone conclusion to One More Chance. This is a contemporary erotic romance deals with trust, second chances, and true love.

Snippet:

After a semi-successful first day, Tony was solid booked every day; often doing five heads. He loved cutting hair and he loved his clients. Life was perfect for him.

Almost. A part of him wondered how she was doing.

She being Krista. Tony was so caught up with talking to Ana, he didn’t even waste any time wondering about Krista. Maybe it was a good thing. It allowed him to focus on someone else who wasn’t so…what was the word…problematic.

No, that wasn’t fair to Krista. She had issues she didn’t want to share and Tony respected that. If Krista only wanted to keep Tony at a distance, she most certainly got her wish. After the Great Fire Escape, Tony barely sent a text letting her know he was fine but didn’t pursue any conversations. It wasn’t like Krista was ringing his phone off the hook, neither.

Tony got the message loud and clear about her. She wanted him to leave her alone, so he did.

Still, lingering thoughts of what she was doing and if she was okay were few and far in between. Krista would deal with whatever trauma on her own, and apparently without his assistance. Tony would have to deal.

“Hi sir, can I take your order?”

Tony was about to tell the server he was fine when he met eyes with Ana. Now it made sense why she wanted him to meet her there; it was her job. “Hey.” He stood up and gave her a hug. “Nice to see you. I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Yeah, I help out my tiaand tio. This is their business.” She turned back and Tony met eyes with Ana’s aunt and uncle, as well as a host of other employees who stopped working to watch Ana. “And my cousins work here, too.”

Tony swallowed and blew out a small sigh. Ana had a host of relatives in the shop and that didn’t count the ones he hadn’t seen behind the doors or who weren’t working. He already knew the uphill battle he was going to climb. “What part of you thought this was a good idea?”

“Sit, sit!” Ana sat down at the table and Tony followed. “I’m so glad you came! Did you want to eat or drink anything?”

Tony noticed the employees returned back to work with the occasional glances over at their table. He naturally sat up straighter and kept his hands to himself. Ana’s uncle looked like he was straight out of county. “Um, not really hungry.”

“Yes, you are!” Ana teased. “I’ll choose some food for us and my uncle bring it over. Suona bene?

Suona bene.” He repeated.

Ana placed her hand over Tony’s. “Don’t be nervous, Tony. My family won’t kill you unless you break my heart.”

“Thank you for the vote of confidence.” He blinked.

Ana laughed and Tony felt it in his soul. “I’ll be right back!” She left to place an order at the counter. Tony watched as Ana spoke with her uncle, who looked over at Tony with disapproving eyes. Tony quickly looked out the window and paid attention to the busyness of the Harlem streets. It was better than to be hounded by Ana’s family.

Ana returned a short time later and sat across from Tony. “I’m on lunch now so it’s no problem to have you here,” she explained. She grabbed his hand and Tony was reluctant to let her hold it. “Tony…no one is going to harm you here. They’re not going to spit in your food, they’re not going to shave little pieces of glass in your sandwich, and they’re not going to poison your lemonade.”

Tony’s eyes widened before they settled back down. “The fact you were so detailed with all of that is really unnerving.”


 

Get to know Ana Torres, Siena’s mother, when Stay With Me is released next week!

To read the first several chapters, click here.

To read about Ana’s family, click here.

#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me (D’Amato Brothers) COVER REVEAL #bwwm #interracial #newadult #contemporary

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Blurb:

Meet Tony D’Amato, wealthy single father who loves soap operas and is starring in a real-life version of one.

Caught up in a world where Baby Shark reigns supreme and running his very successful barbershop, Tony doesn’t have much time for any games unless they’re a variation of Peek-A-Boo. He completely erased his ex from his life and moved on. So he thought. A chance reunion made him realize he never stopped loving her but now things are different.

He has a baby daughter that is not his ex’s.

All Krista Allen cares about are Blahniks, bling, and Bentley’s – and not necessarily in that order. The flashier her lifestyle, the better. She’d never envisioned herself as a mother due to her painful upbringing and long accepted that role. So when Tony introduces his infant daughter to Krista, she realizes she has a lot of soul-searching to do. She also wonders if a dry cleaner can save her beloved Louis Vuitton from infant vomit.

Will Krista finally have the family she’d always wanted? Or will their reunion be short and dramatic like Tony’s beloved soap operas?

Stay With Me is the standalone conclusion to One More Chance. This is a contemporary erotic romance deals with trust, second chances, and true love.


Unedited Snippet: 

“I’m sorry?” Tony raised an eyebrow.

“I asked God to send me a man and here you are!” The young woman beamed as she put the gun away. “Straight out of hiding from some poor woman’s husband!”

Tony chuckled. “Not anyone’s husband, I don’t roll like that.”

“Oh,” the woman slightly frowned, “another girl’s daddy?”

“Close enough,” Tony countered, “a woman’s best friend.”

“Ah.” The young woman nodded before her eyebrows rose. “Are you messing with her best friend?”

“I’m friends with benefits with a girl, but she doesn’t want to tell her best friend, who just happens to be my sister-in-law. It could get…messy.” He admitted. The last person he needed in his business was Faith.

“Gotcha.” The young woman sat down on her bed. “Well, make yourself at home. You’ll be here for a few minutes before I can escort you out. My nonna will be leaving for her book club meeting soon.”

“I don’t want to cause you any problems,” Tony replied, “I can just go back through the fire escape.”

“No, you’re staying put.” She walked over to Tony and sat him down on her bed. “You’re staying put. You just have to be quiet before my nonna leaves. She’ll be going soon.”

“Your nonna, huh?” Tony admired the young woman before him. She had curly black hair, and full pink lips. They were a stark contrast to her bright, blue eyes. She was gorgeous in an exotic kind of way. “You’re Italian?”

“Half. Tambien soy dominicana.” She smiled.

I’m also Dominican.“Nice combo.”

Credo di si.” She smiled. “That’s Italian for…”

“I think so,” Tony grinned back, “Sono fluente.

She slightly cocked her head. “Non pensavo che fossi italiano.”

Probablemente no sabias yo tambien sabia espanol.” Tony grinned.

The young woman laughed and Tony found it contagious. “Good to know.” She heard a door opening and she put her finger to her mouth. She cracked open her bedroom door and closed it behind her as she exited it.

Tony overheard the woman speaking with an older woman in Spanish. He couldn’t make out all of it other than the other woman said something along the lines of telling the woman to not bring any strange boys in her home. So much for that.

A few moments later, a door was closed and the young woman reappeared in her bedroom. “All clear! Give it a few minutes and you can leave. Sometimes, she forgets something and comes back so I need to make sure you two wouldn’t run into each other yet.”

“Ah, got it.” Tony no longer felt awkward in the woman’s bedroom, though the circumstances were still unbelievable. How in the hell did he manage to be on a date with one woman, end up in Krista’s bed at the end of that date, and in a completely different woman’s bedroom while he was hiding from his nosy-ass sister-in-law?

Tony didn’t have to watch soap operas to fully understand he was on his very special episode called “Tony’s Dick Tales.”


 

Oh Tony…discover more about his relationship with Ana when Stay With Me will be out on Christmas Day.

To read the first several chapters, click here.

The prequel, One More Chance, is available now!

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