Now Absolutely FREE: Her Savior (Ellison Brothers #1)

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I need to get out of the hood.

Like pronto.

Like expeditiously.

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

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

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


“Why are you here?” I ask him. Might as well get straight to the point without the bullshit.

“I’m here because I was curious if there was anything I can do to convince you about my offer,” he slowly turns to me, “I want you and I won’t stop until I actually have you.”

“Why me?” I ask. “Why not some other down on her luck, round the way girl here. There’s a dime a dozen here for you to choose.” I pause briefly. “Since you seem to be into that type of thing.”

“That type of thing?” Savior repeats. “What do you think is going on here?”

“Rich white boy sees poor black girl as a personal fuck toy and will give her some money for her services when he’s done,” I stare at him dead in his eyes, “it’s prostitution under the guise of charity.”

“You think I do this all of the time?” Savior chuckles.

I don’t like that he’s laughing. It already tells me I’m dead-ass wrong. I personally don’t like his chuckling because it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. But mama didn’t raise a punk and I’m not about to back down. “Yes.”

“Do I look like the type of guy who will spend a lot of time here in Inglewood?” He counters. “Look at me. Do I look like I come here all of the time trolling for pussy?”

Savior is dressed down in a sweater and jeans, both which are perfectly tailored to his fit body. He looks and smells wealthy, expensive, and my personal new favorite, just plain masculine. He could get any woman he wanted and according to Google, he just about has.

He’s been linked to Hollywood starlets and other wealthy socialites. He even has a few fan pages on tumblr and Facebook, though I get the feeling he doesn’t care about any of that. “Why me?”

“Ever since I saw you, I can’t get you out of my mind. When we ran into each other, my only thought was to see how you would sound and feel beneath me. And I need to see if this is real or just a fantasy.”

I’m ignoring the sensations created by my body and trying to focus on the task itself. “You do this with all of your interns?”

“No, you’re the lucky one.” He counters.

“Am I really?” I grin.

“Yes,” he states. He was about to continue when the all-too familiar sounds of a siren interrupts his train of thought.

“You get used to it,” I reply, “it could be an emergency, it could be a gang member, it could be a GTA, and that’s normally what it is.” I shrug. “This is my life, Savior. Ain’t no pussy worth coming over here and possibly getting shot up because someone sees your ride parked out and think they want that now.”

“Your life is more in danger than mine, Keisha.” He replies. “I’m a rich white man in Inglewood. They won’t harm me because they know how fast the cops would be here if they do.” His finger caresses my face and my body warms to it. “You’re more in danger for just stepping outside of your home.”

The man has a point. “What is that you want from me?” I repeat.

“I came over to see if you made any progress on what you wanted in exchange. I know my offer was generous but I’m sure you have an equally-good counter offer.” He pauses. “I also hope maybe my appearance would be able to make you see things my way.”

“I haven’t thought about what I would like in exchange.” The images of floating money enter my mind but I have to snap out of it. I already feel like a low-rate prostitute for entertaining white boy’s offer and I’m not about to make it official.

“How about…” He lies down on my bed and pulls me along with him. “…a new car?”

My little Honda Civic is only five years old. It has decent mileage and I’m a bit ashamed to say how often it was used as a getaway car for some shit Jalen has done. “Maybe.”

Savior’s hands travel up my midsection and under my shirt. He softly kisses my neck and a small moan comes out of me. “A new wardrobe?”

“Forever 21 is just fine,” I thought about what he asked and thought I could use fresher clothing for the law firm, “I can use a few more slacks.”

“New sneaks?” He whispers. “Tasha told me you were a sneakerhead.”

I slowly nod as I feel my jeans becoming undone and Savior’s slips a hand inside them. He’s rubbing my pussy through the soft pink fabric of my panties. “I love Jordans.” I sigh.

Savior’s lips caress mine again and he softly explores my mouth with his tongue. His tongue is skillful, delirious, and hungry for me. I lose my fingers within his silken locks and wonder if this is really happening.

Savior slides his body down mine and pulls my jeans off me. He lays between my thighs and pulls my panties aside to see my almost-bald snatch. Without saying another word, his tongue caresses my clit and I’m sent home to glory.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my pussy closer to his face. His tongue is delectable, greedy, and just fucking wonderful. My body starts riding his tongue with every stroke and lick.

His tongue softly flicked my clit back and forth as I felt the stubble on his face. His tongue circled me and I felt the emotion down to my spine. My soft mewls became throaty moans and I was so thankful Tasha and SoundCloud were not at home. I would’ve never heard the end of it from those niggas.

The fire slowly builds in my tummy. It started at the pit of my stomach and traveled up until I scream out my climax. Flashes of white light compound me and my body is in a vise of pleasure.

I feel Savior pull my panties down and gets off my bed. I slowly open my eyes and see him in front of my mirror, straightening out his sweater and fixing his hair. “I hope I made my point,” he turns back to me and winks. “It’s Saturday afternoon now. You have until Monday morning to decide what you want.” He grabs my Wal-Mart panties and stuffs them in his pocket. His phone rings and he answers it. “I’ll be out now.”  He stuffs the phone into his other pocket and pulls out his car keys. “In case you need more convincing, I left you a brand-new gift.” He tosses the keys over to me. “I hope you enjoy it.”

I pick up the keys and they’re to the BMW SUV parked outside. What I thought was just a sexual relationship is starting to turn into something more and I’m not sure if my black ass actually likes that. “Savior, I can’t…”

He sweeps his lips over mine. I taste him and myself on his tongue. His kiss is demanding, but not overbearing. He means business and I can tell this is going to be an arrangement that will be deeper than what both of us expected it to be.

He pulls back from me and stares into my eyes. “Monday at eleven is your deadline. You’re already on my schedule.” He kisses me again. “I’ll see you then, Keisha.” He leaves.

I already have a car and tuition that will be paid for should I finally take him up on the offer. Of course, the boss bitch in me wonders if the car has my name on it or if it’s just loaner until later. I’m not worried about that, though. I’m more concerned about the specific details of this arrangement.

I’ll guess I’ll find out on Monday. This could be everything or the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. Only one way to find out.


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#TeaserTuesday: Boo’d Up




The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

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

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


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

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

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


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

Now she felt safe and comforted. “Yes?”

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

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

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

“Nothing happened,” Savannah shook her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Boo’d Up is now LIVE!



The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even he couldn’t buy what he thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was going to prove it to her that night.

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#TeaserTuesday: Boo’d Up



The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

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

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

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

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“What type of clients do you have where they can afford a car like this?” Savannah sat back into the luxurious Rolls Royce SUV.

A low laugh escaped Blake’s lips as he rubbed his beard. “The wealthiest of wealthy. This beauty belongs to Soul Ellison, creator of FuckBoi Logic shoes and Fresh Nectar clothing. Dude is beyond wealthy and can afford this. He’s an heir to the famed Ellison dynasty. His brother is a senator and his dad is the Civil Rights attorney Thomas Ellison.”

“Wow,” Savannah put two and two together. The Ellisons were her generation’s Kennedys, Bushes, and Clintons. They were revered in hip-hop culture and politics, and seemed to blend in just as well at both sides.

Savannah knew Blake worked on cars for the rich and maybe not-so famous, but the SUV was a luxury she’d never known before. Custom designed with ebony and ocean blue accents, the SUV was everything Savannah could dream of. She had never stepped foot inside a Rolls Royce ever in her life.

She’d seen one at an auto show once and was in awe, but never thought she would ever be in a position to ever get in one. Of course, that was her own insecurities seeping through and not something she’d actually believed.

Seeing how easily she slid inside the posh vehicle and how Blake commanded the SUV down the highway, it made the fantasies of café Vienna babies with curly hair, full lips, and Blake’s light eyes make Savannah’s ovaries go into overdrive.

“You’re so quiet,” Blake turned on the stereo and Ozzy Ozzburne screamed back at him, “I can never tell what’s going on in that head of yours.”

Savannah grinned as she tried to decipher the rocker’s music. It was funny how she couldn’t understand him when he sang just like she couldn’t understand him as he spoke. It was a special talent. “I don’t like to talk unless I have something to say.”

“Well?” Blake turned down the stereo on the steering wheel. “What type of music are you into?”

“Not this.” Savannah replied.

Blake nodded and smiled. He turned onto an R&B station. He half-shuddered thinking he just stereotyped Savannah but she would tell him if he was off the mark again. “Good. Baby steps. We’re almost there.”

Savannah chuckled at her own stubbornness. “I’m not going to say I like all kinds because I don’t, but I do love the blues.”

“The blues?” He asked and she nodded. He turned it to a blues station and Jimmy D. Lane came through the speakers. “Really? I’m surprised.”

Savannah briefly closed her eyes. The electrical guitar strings hummed through her body and a slow smile curved her lips. There was nothing like listening to the blues while sitting in a Rolls Royce. “Because I’m too young?” She inferred.

“No, because you don’t seem like the type to listen to a Tab Benoit record.” He added.

“Excuse you!” Savannah whipped her head towards Blake. “First of all, I’m allowed to like whatever music I want and…” She caught on to what he said. “…what do you know about Tab Benoit?”

Blake smiled that brilliant smile. “I know my blues.”

“You don’t seem like the type to listen to blues.” Savannah replied. Blake also didn’t seem like the type to listen to a Jodeci record while blowing out his girlfriend’s back but what did she know?

“Appearances are deceiving,” he made a quick glance over at her and Savannah felt his light eyes pierce through her soul. “I’m sure there’s a lot about you I don’t know.”

“Like what?” Savannah froze when she thought about the obvious secret. “I mean, you know I keep to myself and I write.”

“But what do you write about?” Blake shot straight. “You give me generics but you have never showed me an article of your writing.”

“Because people who know I write have no interest in reading what I write. It’s like everyone knows you’re singer, but they probably won’t go a show. Everyone knows you act, but they won’t see a performance. Everyone knows what people do but unless I’m rich and famous, they couldn’t care less.” Savannah shrugged. “So, I don’t bother. I don’t tell people I write. I don’t brag about it. I don’t lament. I barely go on Facebook and I try my best to avoid social media in general.”

“But how does that work out if you being a writer means you have to put yourself out there?” He asked. “You have to make yourself more visible if you want any success?”

“I’m working on that,” Savannah agreed. “I just need to get out of my shell.”

“You’re too beautiful to stay contained,” Blake replied, “if you’re going to be successful, you need to be out there more.”

Savannah felt a rush of energy flow through her. No one had ever given her encouragement like that before. She also tempered her emotions once she realized Blake did it on a friendly level. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he reached over and squeezed her hand. Her hand was soft and delicate, just like she was. “Anytime.”

Savannah didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing so she didn’t argue when Blake grabbed her hand. She also didn’t complain when he didn’t let it go.


“Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re at our first stop.”

Savannah yawned and briefly looked around. They parked in a desert, but she wasn’t sure where. As she rubbed her eyes, and hoped the drool from her mouth wasn’t so apparent, she was in awe by what was before her.

Huge, colorful rocks stacked on top of each other, in close proximity. They looked like towers and definitely Instagram-worthy. “Where are we?”

“The Seven Magic Mountains.” Blake got out of the SUV to walk around and opened Savannah’s door. “Kinda quirky, kinda artsy, but kinda cool. Let’s go check it out.”

Savannah grabbed Blake’s hand as he helped her out and led her to the installation. Several other tourists stopped and took pictures while children ran around the rocks in awe. Savannah and Blake walked together, palms pressed together, as they went up to the first mountain.

“This is incredible!” Savannah beamed as she admired it. It had bright colors such as pink, red, orange, and fluorescent yellow. Other mountains had deeper colors such as black, blue, grey, and purple. “How did you know about this?”

“Well, it’s hard to miss on the way to Vegas,” Blake walked up to a mountain and touched it. “But I thought, ‘Man, that’s wicked. Who in the hell has that free time to put those rocks together like that?’ You know what I mean? Like, painting them but then also installing them so they don’t fall? That’s dope as hell.”

“It is,” Savannah caressed the rock and found it to be warm, but not too hot. “very cool.”

Blake watched in awe for a moment as Savannah played with the rocks. Her slender fingers carefully touched the surface of the rocks, as if she was afraid she would break it. She suddenly smiled and he briefly wished he knew what it was for.

Savannah was genuine and beautiful on the inside – a rare trait he didn’t find too often anymore. Social media took away actual interaction and replaced it with guessing games. A person now posted things to generate the most likes and comments or hoped their video would go viral. Others often hate-watched their enemies behind the comfort of their computers instead of ignoring them like normal human beings.

Savannah was none of that. Even though he knew her secret, she didn’t brag about it. Heck, she didn’t even say a word about what she did for a living. She was quiet, but a woman of opinions. She liked something other trap music and whatever manufactured crap that was out on the radio.

Savannah was just…everything.

“Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to take a picture?” She teased.

Blake took out his phone. “Selfie time!” He held it sideways and pressed Savannah’s plush body against his muscular frame. She smelled like lemongrass, vanilla, with a touch of Marsha Ambrosius. “Say cheese.”

“Cheese!” Savannah snuggled against Blake and was amazed how easy he felt against her body. His muscular arms wrapped around her like a warm blanket and his cologne made her knees buckle. He was every fantasy and prayer she ever had.

She looked up at him and was stunned by his beautiful light eyes, and rugged beard that gave him an edge. His graphic t-shirt and jeans only tailored to his muscular physique, and Blake didn’t try to hide it. He smelled wonderful and just plain man.

His fingers were a bit rough and callous from working on cars, but it gave him some character. He wasn’t some dude who cared too much about manicures unless he paid for someone else’s. He was a man’s man. He enjoyed fast cars, probably faster women, and hockey.

It dawned on Savannah why did she bother getting her hopes up about Blake. Why would he ever be interested in her?

Blake felt Savannah stiffen underneath him and her heart rate raced to uncomfortable levels. He slightly pulled away from her. “Are you okay, Savannah?”

“Um, yeah.” She blew out a disappointed breath. “Can we go now?”

Blake wondered what in the hell happened in a few seconds. He would never, ever figure women out for as long as he lived. “Sure.”


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#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated and Where Are My Panties?

I have to say a huge THANK YOU to everyone who purchased, reviewed, spread word of mouth of Simply Complicated. The response has been overwhelming and just so amazing!!! I sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart. As a token of my appreciation, I’m also including a snippet of the upcoming standalone baseball romance, Where Are My Panties? that’ll be coming out early May.




She wants to go from negative to positive…

When legal wunderkind Savior Ellison meets college intern Keisha Jones, sparks fly. He gave her an offer she did refuse, and it only made him want her more. If Keisha wants Savior to chase her, he hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t believe in fairytales and especially the type that has a white knight in a shiny Bentley. Every girl has a past, and Keisha’s is often played out on reality TV. If Savior wants her, he has 90 days to prove it.

Can Savior convince Keisha to give him forever? Or will Keisha’s past revelations put a stop to the relationship before it starts?

Sex, drugs, and politics. All in a day’s work.

Simply Complicated is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, gentrification, and true love.


“Doing the right thing is never popular, Keisha.” Savior rubs my arm, “it’s never the thing that’ll get you famous and rich. But it’s always the thing that’ll make you sleep at night.”

My mind goes a mile a minute on what he’s referring to. He’s troubled about something and my heart is burning with more questions than answers. What is going on in his life where he’s confessing to me in an almost-drunken stupor?

As Al Green’s “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart” softly plays in the background, I make a decision that could either backfire in my face or set some rules with Savior. I look up at him and my heart winces at how beautiful he is.

I straddle him and Savior’s eyes softly open. His eyes narrow at mine and they soften to a chocolate brown. I slid my lips across his jaw and nibbled on it, causing a low moan from him. Our lips met and he made love to my mouth; playing with my tongue and drinking from me.

His lips trailed down to my neck but I quickly stopped him, causing confusion from him. “Shhh…” I promised. “Let me take care of you.” I sink to my knees on the carpeted floor and unbuckled his jeans. Reaching into his boxer briefs, I pull out his magnificent cock that was already hardened.

He’s long and thick, just as I knew he would be. He smells musky and my pussy contracted in delicious response. Every touch I gave him, Savior gave a throaty moan and I’d barely touched him.

It was neither of ours first rodeo, yet it was so intimate doing this together. His knees began to tremble upon the anticipation of it, while the need to feel Savior inside of me increasingly grew. I realized at that moment, I needed to have Savior deep inside me this week. He knew I would beg for it and he was so right.

I licked the underside of his cock and felt him shiver in response. Gripping it with the other hand, I played with his balls; cupping and massaging them as Savior’s hand roamed my bald head.

I kissed the mushroom tip and licked the precum that came out before I took him into my hot mouth. The smooth hardness of his cock, coupled with how he hissed and gripped the sofa cushions, has made me unbelievably aroused.

I would take care of my needs later. It was all about pleasing Savior, taking away his pain. He didn’t come here to talk about my final nor would I want to right now. I want to please him, make him feel like the king he is, and worry about everything else the next day.

Saliva formed at the back of my throat, coating his thick length. My head slowly bobbed to a steady rhythm, releasing him with a noticeable pop, before I went back down. I felt Savior’s thighs tremble and soft coos escaped his lips.

Both of his hands gripped my head, rubbing it. His cock grew thicker and longer and I felt his eyes on me. But I didn’t pay him any mind. I wanted to enjoy myself, listening to him moan as the lust within him became greedier and out of control.

I took him deeper, causing me to slightly gag. Savior’s reaction, was much different. His body lifted off the back of the sofa and he hissed my name out. I knew he was close and he was trying to hold on as long as he could.

As the song neared the crescendo, we both lost control. I sucked him harder and faster, working my hands around his cock, while Savior fucked my face. He plundered his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. My eyes watered, and at times, I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t get enough.

“I’m going to come, Keisha,” he moaned, “I’m going to come.”

I pull back when hot streams of come shot up and landed on my face and chest. I quickly went back down on him, sucking the soul of his cock and swallowing more of his hot come. His body jerked and shuddered beneath me.

The sounds coming out of his mouth made me so fucking hot. I didn’t care his essence was all over me. I wanted to taste all of him. I wanted more of him. I licked him clean and was surprised he was still hard. I wonder if his dick ever goes soft.

“I need to go wipe my face,” I promise him. I rise up and head to the kitchen where I grabbed a wetted paper towel. I wiped my face and chest, cleaning all of Savior off me. When I returned to the sofa, Savior had fallen asleep.

I smile at how peaceful he looks, which is much better than how he looked when he’d arrived. I gather a few blankets to cover him up. I move my study area to the living room as I watch him sleep and I listen to classical music.

The set-up somehow feels real, even though I’m not sure if it is. I didn’t feel used nor did I feel like Savior came over just to get his dick sucked and be done with it. He definitely would’ve left shortly after he came if that’s what he was after.

It strangely felt like Savior came over because he was lonely.

I gather a couple of snacks and bottled water before I text Jalen back. Sorry you can’t come over tonight. My cousin is going to help me study.

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And now a snippet of Where Are My Panties?


First rule of being a sports physical therapist: Do not sleep with an athlete.

The second rule of being a sports physical therapist: Do not fall in love with an athlete.

The third rule of being a sports physical therapist: Ignore Rules #1 and #2.

Bobbi Gibson has enough on her plate with her new position of being a physical therapist to the Los Angeles Dodgers. Dealing with egos and injuries, and sometimes not sure which is the bigger headache, the last thing she needs is distraction from the rising pitcher who simply goes by The Answer. Yet, he’s the only sane human in her crazy world.

Quinn “The Answer” Riordan knows he’s not like most pitchers. After all, most athletes don’t know every Backstreet Boys song by heart nor do they sleep with a stuffed giraffe at night. He also knows most pitchers can’t easily throw a record-breaking and break-neck speed pitch of 100 mph on a regular basis. But what Quinn does know is he’s head over heels in love with the new physical therapist. Now just he has to convince her she feels the same.

Where Are My Panties? is a standalone baseball romance. It features a *NSYNC v. Backstreet Boys battle, late-night drive thru runs, more giraffes than Geoffrey at Toys R Us, and how Legos are the best invention ever.



George Parsons patted his sweaty baldhead as he traversed in thick, biting grass. He intentionally dressed in light colors – khaki pants and a matching dress shirt – but it didn’t matter. The Devil’s armpit known as Fontana, California had sun that beat down on him like it was God and he was a sinner in church.

Still, George had traveled a long distance from his comfortable in every weather Florida home. He was on a mission. He heard about this kid who could throw 90 miles per hour and he had to check it out. It could be true or it could be the biggest piece of human horseshit he’d ever seen. He never knew until he saw the potential player in action.

“I thought you said California was nothing but palm trees and bitches,” George’s thick southern accent spat.

Two men along George laughed. “I’m sure my word were palm trees and beautiful ladies,” Joshua Peck answered. He was a tall man with brown hair that had the right amount of bed head and blindly white teeth that suggested he would’ve been the perfect weatherman on local news.

“Ladies, bitches, they’re all the same.” George huffed as he stopped and took a swig of water from his bottle. He normally preferred to travel with a flask full of the best Jim Beam, but time was of the essence. He needed to be focused.

“Ah, we’re almost there, George.” The other man, Arthur Rowland, wiped his brow. He was of average build, average height, and well, average just about everything else. He did have a weird affinity for 90’s grunge, which made him relatable to younger people.

“Almost there?” George began walking again and softly cursed when he noticed his Louis Vuitton loafers were getting all sorts of cow shit, dog shit, and whatever kind of shit on them. He hoped this kid was worth all of the shit he had put up with. “Where in the hell does this kid live?”

“We’re here,” Arthur replied and took a deep breath. “He’s in there.”

George patted his forehead and drank some more water. In front of him was a big barn with stacks of hay everywhere. Horses, chickens, and a few ducks roamed freely. In the middle of it was the most outstanding sight.

A strapping young man who looked like he could’ve been Justin Bieber’s doppelganger was dressed in just jeans and Timberlands, and wore a bandana backwards, with the front ends tied and loose, while rapping to…what was that? Tupac?

He casually lifted the huge stacks of hay from one end of the barn to the other as “If My Homies Call” blasted from overhead speakers. The young man knew every word verbatim.

The song switched to the Go-Go’s “All Lips Are Sealed” and the man danced around the barn, swinging around a pole before he began to shovel manure. He even played the air guitar.

When the song switched to EU’s “Doing Da Butt”, the man started to shake his butt and added some twerking moves. Again, he knew every lyric as if he wrote the song himself.

He turned around and spotted his coaches. “Hey Art and Josh!” He waved as he kept twerking. “Come on! Let’s dance, fellas!”

“You’re shitting me,” George deadpanned.

“George Parsons,” Joshua began, “let’s introduce you to Quinn Riordan.”

#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated

Wedding Weekend

Savior nods and kisses my neck again. This time I feel his hardened cock press into my cheeks. I want to turn around, straddle him, and ride that motherfucker until the sun goes down. Last night, Savior let me take control. I don’t think he’ll let me do it again this morning.

“What are your plans today?” I ask.

“Legal schmegal stuff,” his voice is smooth like maple syrup on a stack of pancakes, “and then gym time. I have a business dinner I need to attend but hopefully it won’t take too long.” He kisses my neck again. Arousal slowly hums like a gospel hymn between us. “Can I spend the night tonight?”

Hell, you can spend the night any night. My legs are wide open for you, boy. “Sure, that’ll be great.”

“I never did thank you for last night.” He kisses my earlobe. My body tingles each time I feel his lips on me. “I really appreciate you being there for me.”

My body is attuned to every touch of him. I feel the soft thickness of his cock nudging against my cheeks and I try to steady my breathing. “You’re welcome.”

“I need to thank you.” He rolls on top of me and I open my legs wide to accommodate him.

It’s the first time we’ve been in this position, and yet, it feels so natural. Savior is significantly taller than me, yet his frame fits perfectly between my thighs. There’s nothing awkward between us. Instead, his eyes burned with desire. His chest is heavy, like he’s trying to restrain himself.

“Gorgeous.” His voice dripped with lust and experience. His hardened cock is pressed against the vee of my sex. All he has to do is move a little to the right and he’ll be so warm inside of me.

My sofa is small. It can roll out into a futon but it’s really small fit for just two people in this position. Somehow, I think that’s perfect for Savior. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“Oh, but I do.” He kisses my neck and I gasp in ecstasy. He quickly moves down my body and pulls my panties aside. A couple of fingers brush against my wet slit and he approvingly smiles. “Your cunt is so ready and wet for me.”

“You bring it out of me,” I breathe. I’m starting to feel delirious with lust and I just need him inside of me.

“I hope I always will,” Savior hooks one of my legs before he covers my wet slit with his mouth.

My back arches off the sofa and I lose my hands in his hair. His tongue is perfect, flicking my clit so fast before slowing down to gently suck on it. He pressed his tongue into me harder, almost spearing me as I struggled not to scream.

I felt the flutters of climax in my tummy and it traveled down to my toes, curling them. With each lick, my body involuntarily shook as it tried to stave off the orgasm. I panted and cried; my legs began to shake. A few more flicks of Savior’s tongue and I lost control.

“Savior!” I gasped as the climax hit every nerve of my body, stilling it before I collapsed back onto the sofa.

I couldn’t even describe the state of euphoria I was in. My body felt like jelly. My head was in a different zone. My heart, though, was on a different plane.

Savior yawns and checks his Apple watch. “Shit, I need to go.” I move out of his way and he rubs a hand over his face. “Bathroom?”

“Down the hallway to your right.” I watch him get up and he winks at me, slapping my ass before he leaves.

My body once again craves him. He felt so warm, and just so right. My mind travels to thought of when we’ll have sex for the first time. I mean, technically speaking we’ve already hooked up but I’m thinking the actual body-rocking, lamp-breaking, continuous orgasm sex.

I wonder if I’ll be able to handle him.

The toilet flushes and Savior appears a few minutes later, already in mid-transformation of his appearance. The sultry look is still there, but more of professional Savior has appeared. He wears his appearance as a mask, putting it on depending the situation and persons, and only carefully removing it when he’s completely comfortable. I wonder if I’ll ever see all of him.

He rushes over and kisses me, not caring about my stank morning breath. His lips sweep over mine and I hold onto his muscular arms to keep from falling. Every time he kisses me, it blows me away. I wonder if it’ll always be like this.

Then I remind myself – 90 days.


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#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated




It was all a dream…

When legal wunderkind Savior Ellison meets college intern Keisha Jones, sparks fly. He gave her an offer she did refuse, and it only made him want her more. If Keisha wants Savior to chase her, he hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t believe in fairytales and especially the type that has a white knight in a shiny Bentley. Every girl has a past, and Keisha’s is often played out on reality TV. If Savior wants her, he has 90 days to prove it.

Can Savior convince Keisha to give him forever? Or will Keisha’s past revelations put a stop to the relationship before it starts?

Sex, drugs, and politics. All in a day’s work.

Simply Complicated is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, gentrification, and true love.

Unedited Snippet:

“To support myself in college, I did hair cuts.” Savior massages my head before he applies some shaving cream on it. He didn’t just apply any kind but rather, Magic. Yeah. He’s getting all the dick sucking he can handle tonight. “Grades paid for grants and tuition, but anything else, my dad wanted me to earn my way. He didn’t want me to lean on him at any time during school or after.”

Despite my feelings towards Thomas, I respect his parenting style. My daddy is the same way. I know he has money stashed away for me in other accounts but he wants me to earn my own. While I appreciate the lesson, it’s a hard one. I’ve never been poor but I’ve been balling. Broke is a level I’m all too familiar with.

“I perfected my style without having to step foot inside a barbershop.” Savior explains. “Learned from my fellow Brothers how to cut, trim, fade, all of that.”

We’re in his monstrous master bathroom where he has a barber chair in front of a mirror. He has the biggest tub I’ve ever seen in my natural born life along with a just as equally huge shower that rains overhead. There are two toilets with their own room and ventilation and two sinks. He clearly designed this home with a future wife in mind. “You know how to do fades?” I question. I’m rather impressed.

“I know how to do everything,” He answers as he dips a razor inside a plastic container of hot water and stares at me. “Including Brazilian waxes.”

I wonder how it would look if Savior stripped both of my heads completely bald. I’m almost tempted to ask him. “Oh.”

“Oh.” He winks at me. He holds my head and glides the razor over it, going against the grain. “It took me months to learn how to do it just right.”

“The Brazilian?” I ask.

“That too,” he chuckles as he continues shaving. He holds my head just right as he moves the razor over it. “I had to prove myself. Not many people will trust a non-black person with their head. It was a lot of blood, sweat, and tears.” He pauses with a laugh. “Mostly tears.”

I can only imagine the pressure that was on Savior to prove himself in a mostly-black fraternity. He might have it harder not because of his race, but also who his father was. It’s not like the Brothers would’ve taken it easy on him. If anything, they might have tried to break Savior.

It makes me love….erm…respect him just a bit more.

“Butta Love” plays overhead and I’m in heaven. Savior’s hands are so amazing as he takes intricate care of my head. He goes back over certain places to make sure it’s nice and smooth. Afterward, Savior puts a warm towel on my head and adjusts the chair so I’m laying back.

After a few minutes, Savior removes the towel and massages my scalp with oil. His fingertips gently knead around my dome with such delicate care. It’s not just him being professional or careful. There’s added love with his movements.

A small shudder raced up my spine as I felt Savior’s lips on my head, then his tongue. His lips were so tender, but his tongue was completely sensual. No man had ever kissed my head, but Savior…he worshipped it. His lips were soft and warm, and so delicate.

I felt that familiar ache in my panties once again and it grew stronger by the moment. Small moans escaped my mouth and my nipples grew harder with each kiss. I felt a throbbing, intense need but my fingers or a toy wouldn’t do.

I needed Savior. I needed to feel his hard cock pulsating inside of me. I needed to feel him underneath me as he grabbed my ass and encouraged me to take it all. I needed to feel all of him.

I finally open my eyes and found Savior staring down at me. “Let’s go to bed,” I tell him.

A delicious smile curved his lips. “Your wish is my command.”


Simply Complicated will be released next Tuesday on Amazon, Smashwords, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, and other online retailers.

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#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated



It was all a dream…

When legal wunderkind Savior Ellison meets college intern Keisha Jones, sparks fly. He gave her an offer she did refuse, and it only made him want her more. If Keisha wants Savior to chase her, he hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t believe in fairytales and especially the type that has a white knight in a shiny Bentley. Every girl has a past, and Keisha’s is often played out on reality TV. If Savior wants her, he has 90 days to prove it.

Can Savior convince Keisha to give him forever? Or will Keisha’s past revelations put a stop to the relationship before it starts?

Sex, drugs, and politics. All in a day’s work.

Simply Complicated is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, gentrification, and true love.



A weird sadness placates across my chest as I think about the future. Savior probably won’t be in it. For one, I don’t see him waiting for me like he promised. Two, after I graduate from college and maybe go to law school, we won’t see each other. I’ll be too busy studying and he’ll be too busy with cases to care. It just wouldn’t work.

I just need to enjoy this as much as I can and for as long as I can.

“May I join you?” Savior leans against the balcony wall and looks back at me. “Hey there.”

“Hey.” I smile. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Just wondering why my girlfriend is preferring to come out here instead being back inside with me where it’s nice and warm?” He looks into my eyes.

I let out a heavy sigh. “Just thinking about the future.”

“Oh?” He glances up at the stars. “It doesn’t sound like you’re looking forward to it.”

“I don’t know what it is first. I hope it’s a good one but it’s always the fear of the unknown, you know…” I leave the words hanging.

“Fear of what’s going to happen between us?” He finishes and looks over at me.

I meet his gaze. His eyes have turned into a chocolate brown. “I remember the look you gave me when you were at my home for the first time. How mortified you were when you heard sirens. You see, all that rap music you like may talk about the hood life but once you’re actually there, it’s a different ball game.”

“You’re not dying to stay there, neither, Keisha.” He retorts. “You’ve made it pretty obvious you don’t want to live there anymore.”

I rub my head and feel the small curls pop up. I really need a touch-up. “You ever wonder why people stay in bad relationships knowing there won’t be a good outcome? It’s because they’re used to the drama of it. It’s like a warm blanket. You know it’s coming, you know it’ll eventually blow over, and then things will be back to normal. That’s how my neighborhood is. It occasionally has its problems, but I’m used to it.” I look back up at the stars. “You can take the girl out of the ‘hood, but you can’t take the ‘hood out of the girl.”

“You really think I want to change you.” Savior gives a half-chuckle and half-smirk. “That’s rich.”

“Well, don’t you?” I press. “Isn’t that the whole goal behind what you’re doing here?”

“What am I doing here, Keisha?” Savior’s voice is calm. “I thought I was loving and spoiling you.”

“It feels too good to be true and I’m right to question it.” I defend. “I’m sorry if I never had a rich guy who gave me a car within a week of knowing him.”

There’s a small silence between us and I hear Savior take a deep breath. “Would it have been better if Jalen gave you the car?” He asks.

It was like a gunshot to the heart. Savior went straight for the jugular and didn’t even hesitate. It’s a question I had silently wondered but never dared to ask because I knew if Jalen gave me the car, it would’ve been worse in many ways.

Yet, it doesn’t seem that much better that Savior gave it to me. “There’s a song lyric I like that applies to you. It’s from Teddy Pendergrass.” I slowly begin. “I’m going to let it go.”

Savior grins and nods. “I have another Teddy Pendergrass lyric I like,” he turns towards me, “close the door and let me blow your mind.”

I swallow and blow out a small breath. “I was trying to break up with you.”

“And I’m trying to blow your back out.” Savior slowly blinks at me. “Seems like we’re at an impasse.”

There’s a small ache and thump in my panties. My body naturally craves Savior and to him. I ignore the feeling for now and focus on our conversation. “You’re seriously going to wait for me while I’m up at college for two years?”

“It’s not like I won’t be able to see you during the weekends, and you won’t be down during the holidays. Whatever happens, happens. But I can’t quit you nor can I drink you out of my memory. Trust, I’ve already tried. I would rather fail miserably knowing that I gave it my all than to give up so soon and wonder what could’ve been.” He rubs my baldhead. “Need a trim?”

My heart is spinning and my head is just as dizzy. Savior has that affect on women. If he’s not willing to give up so soon, neither should I. “I do,” I softly reply.

“Let me line you up real quick.” He suggests and I shoot him a disbelieving look. I know better than let white hands near a black woman’s head. “If I mess up, you can wear a head wrap.”

I begin to walk back inside the home. “If you mess up, I’m whupping your ass all the way back to Inglewood.” I warn him.

Savior gives my ass a smack. “Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

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

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

Special thanks to Alicia for the scene inspiration:

#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated

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Savior Ellison is going to learn the hard way – Keisha Jones cannot be bought.

What may have worked with other women in the past simply won’t do with the young woman who has captured his attention. If Keisha wants him to chase her, Savior hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t know the type of games Savior is playing nor does she want to participate. She’s heard of his reputation and she wants no parts of the man she fantasizes about on a nightly basis. Savior Ellison doesn’t take no for an answer and Keisha is wondering what is his real motivation.

Sex, drugs, lies, and politics. All in a day’s work.

His Everything is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, public perception, and true love.


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He glides in and out of me so smoothly, like if he’d studied my body. I felt every wonderful inch of his glorious, thick cock as my pussy suckled the length of it. Savior felt higher than any drug, and I didn’t want to come down.

His thrusts were diabolical, maddening, and so deep. My body responded like never before, embracing his thickness. My pussy quivered around his cock, wanting more. Savior holds onto my hips when he increased the pace, and his words…his words promised me everything.

“You’re so beautiful, Keisha,” he groans as a free hand reaches up and squeezes my breasts. “You’re mine. I won’t let you go.”

I tightened around him, pulling him in deeper. The pressure was beginning became too much and I moaned and cried. My hands gripped his arms as my head slammed back into the pillow. I felt so full, yet I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more of this.

I wanted more of Savior.

He reaches up and grabs my hands, interlocking our fingers together. He claims my mouth once again, plundering his tongue inside mine. He’s claiming me. He’s branding me. I’m his and he drives the point home.

The orgasm slammed into me like a Mack truck. My body rolled as delicious pinpoints of pleasure seized my body, creating aftershocks as Savior was still inside me. I cried and keened, vibrating against his mouth.

He thrusts a few more times before he finally pulls out of me, disposing the condom and coming all over my body. “Fuck!” He growls and trembles, shooting his hot seed all over me.

Carnal desires take over me and my mouth is hungry for his taste. I swipe some come from my chest and swallow it as I stare back at him. I’m daring him to fuck me again, to give me all of him, and silently asking him if this is still just sex.

Savior collapses on top of me. His cock is still hard and he’s still coming. He presses his forehead against mine and sweetly kisses me. “Keisha…” he moans, cupping my face and kissing me again. “…Keisha.”

There are no fancy lunches. No Armani suits. No expensive cars. No false pretenses. We’re stripped. Bare. Raw. Beyond naked. We’re both in a daze and don’t want to come down.

It’s a side of Savior no one has seen before. He’s a man who separates sex from love and has done a great job of doing so. What happened between us just now was beyond that. Savior was vulnerable and he let his guard down.

“Where are your towels?” He asks.

“In the hallway.” I whisper.

He gets up and opens the door, briefly checking to see if Junie and Tasha are home. He walks out of the bedroom, and grabs a towel, stopping by the bathroom to moisten it. He returns to the bedroom and begins to clean my love, being gentle with it.

He wipes himself off and tosses the towel aside before he climbs back into bed with me. I roll over and cuddle with him as Savior kisses my forehead.

I don’t want to spoil this moment but I have to know what’s going on. I’m already attached to this man and if it’s just a physical thing, we need to end it before the 90 days. “Is it still just sex?” I ask.

Savior turns to me and cups my face. “Was it ever?”


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Her Savior – An erotica short out NOW!

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I need to get out of the hood.

Like pronto.

Like expeditiously.

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

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

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



I’m in a different world.

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

I’m the latter.

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

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

I hope to never become that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you feel harassed?” He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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