#FlashFriday: #legsandliquorstores

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Blurb:

When you wish upon a star…

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

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

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

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


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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.”


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#LegsandLiquorStores will be out next week.

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#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar (Ellison Brothers #6)

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Blurb: 

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

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

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

He did. With a vengeance.

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

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

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


 

Unedited Snippet:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

Sweet Nectar will be out next month.

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

Stay With Me is LIVE NOW!

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Blurb: 

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

Snippet:

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

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

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

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

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

Ana chuckled. “I understand.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They had to make the most of it.


 

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#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.


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“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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#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me (D’amato Brothers)

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.


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“Chop, chop, ladies!” Faith Sheppard clapped her hands as she walked around her bridal suite. “I’m about to get married today!”

Faith’s hotel suite was a buzz with women in various states of dress getting ready for the wedding. Some were getting their hair done, while others were having their faces made up. Music flowed throughout the suite and women sung along to SWV, Jagged Edge, and Xscape.

The mood was light, though a bit stressful. It was billed as one of the wedding events of the year. Faith Sheppard, the only daughter of the Reverend David and First Lady Amy Sheppard, was getting married to a D’Amato son.

The socialites had been ablaze for weeks about the nuptials. There was much talk about the local designer Faith went with, instead of one of the big fashion houses. Fans of Madre’s wondered what type of flowers Eli would’ve done for his big wedding day and gossiped on numerous wedding boards.

Faith would worry later about what those chicks talked about on her bridal boards. After months of planning and dealing with snarky-ass ladies from left and right, top to bottom, Faith couldn’t have cared what the hell they would think of her wedding.

The day had finally come and Faith wondered where in the hell was her maid of honor?

She texted Krista all morning and called her a few times; everything going straight to voicemail. Krista said she was going to go to the local bar in the hotel for a drink but would be going straight back to her hotel room. Faith smirked. Knowing Krista’s fast-ass, she probably snagged some dude at the bar.

Faith put in another call to her best friend. If she blew off her wedding for some dick, Faith was going to legitimately fight her.

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“You like it when I suck you off like that, baby?” Krista purred between kisses of Tony’s cock.

Tony watched as Krista swallowed his cock again, bobbing her full lips up and down. She took all of him like a pro, and sucked him better than any porn star fantasy he’d ever had. “Oh yeah,” he folded his arms behind his head. His voice throbbed with emotion and he barely held on. “So fucking beautiful.”

Krista deep throated Tony’s cock again and his toes curled up. He clenched the sheets and let out a sharp hiss, followed by a softer moan. Krista’s mouth was hungry and skillful. She didn’t take Tony’s dick and gave a sloppy blow job with no enthusiasm. She swallowed his cock like she would never suck him again and didn’t want him to ever forget.

She used a twisting motion with both hands as she hollowed her cheeks and took Tony deeper. Her mouth slid up and down on his long, thick length as she was encouraged by his groans and grunts.

Her mouth watered for his cock, and her pussy became slicker by each moment. Krista could’ve blame it that she got aroused for anyone, but she knew it wasn’t the truth. There was a primal desire within Tony that made her hot. He brought out a need within her that wasn’t there. He made her forget all reasoning and reckoning.

Seeing Tony lose control made Krista become wicked. She took him deeper as she was encouraged by his moans. The first shot of precum slid down her throat and Krista increased her sucking until Tony was balls deep inside her hot mouth. “Krista…” He moaned as he began to thrust upward. “…I’m about to come, baby.”

Tony climaxed over Krista’s tongue in powerful spurts. She pulled away and relished the feel on her face and lips before she continued to suck him off. He lost control, she blew his mind, and it still wasn’t enough.

“Sit on my face,” he ordered and Krista complied. She climbed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her cunt was achy and wet for him. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue before he dived in to savor her most intimate parts.

All night, he tasted and feasted on Krista’s body. His hands explored when his cock couldn’t. His mouth worshipped her while his fingers sung praises. He sucked on her as he held onto her ass, making Krista’s body shake when the orgasm washed over her.

“And back down you go,” he slid her down to his cock and she sunk onto him. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled Krista down to his chest. He gave her quick, powerful thrusts upward. His balls slapped against her wet slit as she gasped and cried his name.

Their tongues tangled. Tony’s mouth was wicked hot and full of exploration. His control over Krista’s body was absolute, but never demanding. He ruled over her, by only her bidding. He yielded to her commands and brought some of his own. “Take it,” he softly demanded, “take it.”

Krista gasped and bit. She felt so full, so hot as she took Tony so deep inside of her. She met his thrusts as they both barely held on. He fucked her with quick, powerful strokes and Krista felt her body shake to the core. “Say my name, Kris.”

The orgasm hit her by surprise and she screamed out her enthusiasm. “Tony!”

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“And where in the hell have you been?”

Krista barely made it to Faith’s bridal suite and went straight to wardrobe. While the rest of the bridal party arrived in the morning, Krista made it just before noon. “I overslept.” She smiled. “That’s all.”

“That’s all?” Faith was irritated and nowhere near impressed. “Who was this dick? I know it was a man.”

“It wasn’t a man and it was just me and the sheets last night,” Krista lied. There was no way in hell she was going to tell her best friend about what happened between her and Tony. If Krista wanted to make sure no one would be in her business, it also meant Faith couldn’t know squat. She loved her girl, but Faith was everybody’s friend.

“You told me you went down to the bar last night,” Faith followed Krista into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

“I don’t have any tea to share because there is none.” Krista tied up her hair into a loose bun and washed her face. She blotted her skin with a towel and was stunned by the dark circles under her eyes. That 18-year-old fucked the youth out of her.

“Kris, you and I are girls and we’ve been girls for years. You don’t got to lie to me, Craig!” Faith teased. “If it was a dude, I’ll understand.”

The hell you would. Krista knew the lashing and criticism Faith would give her. If it was just any other 18-year-old, Faith would’ve scoffed and laughed but wouldn’t think anything more about it.

Tony was an entirely different ballgame and Krista already knew what the score was before she started playing. “No, it was no one. Seriously, it was no one. I just overslept.”

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#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me (D’Amato Brothers)

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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.


 

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Siena was warm and smelled like baby powder. She was so soft and her dark hair laid against her skin. She briefly smiled between naps and stretched out her fingers against Krista’s bare skin.

She was in love with the little girl, and it didn’t matter Siena didn’t come from her.

If Krista wanted to be with Tony, she would have to accept Siena. She would also have to come to terms on her role in Siena’s life. Tony had a lot of help from his brothers, his mother, the other D’Amato wives, and he clearly utilized Kieran’s nanny service.

Tony didn’t have a full-time woman in his home, who could raise Siena.  Siena would have the best care in the world and no doubt the family would make sure of it. But she wouldn’t have someone teach her the basics of how to be a woman. She wouldn’t have someone give her the street smarts but encourage her to go to college, like Nicola did with all of her sons.

Siena needed a mother in the home, not a nanny who went to her family every night.

“You’re a natural at this, Kris.” He softly spoke.

Krista smiled. She had plenty of practice with Faith’s children. Even when the little girls came in to get their hair done, she always spoke to them like little adults, and never used baby talk with them.

That was different. Just like the feelings she had about Tony using a nanny, Krista effectively was a nanny to those girls at the salon. She would do their hair, get to know them, and once they were done, she didn’t see them again until the next appointment.

She knew she couldn’t separate her feelings from Siena like that. It wasn’t fair to the little girl and most importantly, it wouldn’t be fair to Tony. He deserved someone who would give his baby girl all of the attention in the world and shower her with love.

Krista knew eventually they would come to that point. She also knew it would take some time. She also had the issue of getting rid of Marc, the boyfriend who was never around because making money was more important than her feelings.

Was she about to jump back into a relationship with Tony and play stepmom to a baby he had with someone else? What if they didn’t work out? Krista would be alone again and Tony probably wouldn’t talk to her anymore.

She simply couldn’t risk that abandonment a second time. “I need to go,” Krista gave Siena to Tony and hurriedly packed her overnight bag upstairs. She came back downstairs and let out a deep sigh. “I…I just need to think about this, Tony. I don’t know if I can do this.”

Tony’s nodded. “If you can’t, I need to know soon. I don’t want to waste your time.”

“It’s not about wasting my time, Tony. You know this.” Krista looked over at Tony and felt her heart squeeze the air out of her. Fatherhood came naturally to him and seeing the way he coddled Siena made her heart jump. “I’m not the maternal type. You were with me when the doctor pretty much said if I tried to have children, I would need a lot of medical intervention and it wouldn’t come easily.” Her lips trembled in frustration. “I can’t play stepmom to your child and if we break up again, that’s it. No more Krista and Siena.”

Tony walked over towards Krista and caressed her cheek. She let him and leaned into his hand. “You think we’re going to break up again?”

“We’re dating now?” She forced a smile through salty tears.

“Yes.” He declared. “You’ve always been mine.”

He was right. Tony had owned Krista’s heart for much longer than they’d been together. He’d never lied or deceived her. If time heals all wounds, Krista wondered if there would ever be enough between them. “I have a boyfriend,” she reminded him.

“Who didn’t bother to spend the most romantic day of the year with you.” He sharply replied. “No man, no matter how much money he has, will leave his girlfriend alone on Valentine’s Day. That’s not a partner; that’s something to do.”

“I need time, Tony,” she reemphasized, “this is a lot for me. We need to go slow on this.”

“What are you afraid of?” He asked. “Of Siena?”

“Yes.” She answered. “I’m afraid I’m going to fall in love with that little girl and then we’ll be nothing. I don’t want to open my heart again to you, only for it to be crushed again. If we break up, are you going to block me from your life again? Are you going to tell Siena not to talk to me?”

Tony was quiet for a long moment. “You know I wouldn’t do that.”

“I hope you wouldn’t do it but I don’t know, Tony.” Krista finally let out the sigh that strangled her heart. “It’s not the right time.”

“It’ll never be the right time.” He pulled her close to his chest.

Krista breathed in Tony’s masculine scent. He was younger than her, yet she felt so protected by him. There was no place she would rather be than in his arms, comforting her. She smelled Siena’s fresh baby scent and fell in love with her all over again. “Maybe the past was better just left being there.”

Tony was quiet for a long time. He was so quiet, Krista didn’t know if he was still breathing. She finally looked up at him and read the hurt in his eyes. There was a lot of regret and emotion, though she wasn’t quite sure if it all had to do with her.

“If this is too soon, Kris, I get it.” He finally spoke. “But it’s not too late.”


 

Stay With Me will be out by the end of the year.

Her Soul is now LIVE!

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Blurb: 

I almost ruined his reputation because of a printed lie. Yet, he saved my life.

I was wounded and vengeful, from a past that jaded my present and future. Soul vowed to protect and heal me, despite how much damage I’d inflicted on him.

He was my mirror and I was his reflection. He knew me, accepted my demons as his, and loved me unconditionally.

He was my everything.

He was My Soul.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series continues with Her Soul, a sexy venture into the fashion industry, the #metoo movement and finding love in unexpected places.


 

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Soul slowly opens the door and peeks his head inside. “Did you want to talk about what the hell just happened?”

I wrap my arms around my knees and rest on them. Soul walks inside and sits at a comfortable distance on my bed. “Soul, I just got out of a bad relationship. I’m staying with you until I feel better but I still have a life to get back to in L.A. You’re situated here in Harlem. I don’t do long-distance relationships and I’m pretty sure you don’t, neither.”

“I don’t,” he agrees with me, “but I want to see where this goes. It could be beautiful or a disaster.”

“And that’s the thing,” I joke through sadness, “I don’t want a category five storm that will leave me shook for all eternity.”

“If you don’t want this, Ari, I’ll respect it.” Soul stood up. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable at any time here. Nothing will change between us because nothing happened. We’re good.” He winks at me. “Good night.” He left my room.

I remain in the same position forever after Soul leaves. I don’t bother to go chasing him like some groupie. I stay firmly in my room and take several deep breaths. I’m about to go back to L.A. and make a name for myself. I’m going to be on TV and I’m going to be a household name.

As I wash my face and get ready for bed, I can’t help but to feel I just made a huge mistake. I feel like we’re on a Very Special Episode with the cheesy violins and strings on some 80’s Friday sitcom about the importance of relationships and sex. Or worst, we’re on another Very Important Episode about teenagers doing adult things and facing the consequences of said actions.

Neither one of us are teens, but the adult consequences of are actions are still very real.

I rush out of my bedroom and go back downstairs to Soul. He’s getting another bowl of popcorn ready and he’s quiet. Over the last several weeks, I learned that when Soul is in a good mood, he hums. When Soul is in a so-so mood, he’s unusually quiet.

He’s not upset, but he’s definitely not happy.

He gets a beer from the fridge and pops it open, taking a long pull from it. He finally meets my attention and just looks at me. “Did you need anything, Ari?”

“Actually, yes.” I rush over to him and sweep my lips over his. Soul barely has enough time to put the beer down before he wrapped his arms around my body. His lips were soft as he applied just a little pressure on me.

His tongue swept the inside of my mouth, tasting and exploring me. He kissed me like a man full of confidence and exploration; not someone aggressive and sloppy. I sighed and moaned in response and that encouraged Soul to kiss me deeper.

He lifted me up and hoisted me on the counter as he stood between my thighs. He growled my name and my body sighed in response. My fingers became lost in his hair when his lips sucked on my neck. The pounding of my heartbeat became deafening and the dampness in my panties increased my desire.

I wrapped my thighs around Soul’s waist and ground against him, anxious to feel him deeper. My clit throbbed for his touch and my breasts became heavy and tender. Soul’s kisses deepened, taking over my senses and I lost all sense of control. When his body pressed against mine, I felt how rapid his heartbeat was, though he was under control.

My shirt came off, along with his. He stood back and stared at my body. Once again, I became self-conscious and covered up my breasts but he quickly pulled my hands down. “No, I want to see them. I want to see how beautiful they are.”

I bit back threatening tears as waves of emotion washed over me. I was always ashamed of my body and Jared’s blistering comments never helped. My booty was never big enough. My waist was becoming too wide. My nipples looked awkward. It was always something with him.

With Soul, he appreciated me – all of me. He lowered his head again and took my mouth with an aggression he’d previously kept hidden. His tongue explored my mouth yet again and I rose to the challenge. I wanted Soul. I needed him inside me.

“If you want me to see them, I want you to show me.” He whispered.

We both knew what he was doing. He wanted me to be in control of everything. He wanted me to control the narrative and what happened. Maybe it was his way of acquiesced my needs or maybe he wanted to cover his ass considering what just happened to him.

Nevertheless, I pushed him back. With a sly smile, I unhooked my bra and revealed my breasts to him. Soul licked his lips and cupped them within his hands. He kissed one, then the other. His mouth surrounded my breast while a free hand gently twisted the nipple.

“Soul…” My voice became breathless and full of ache. It only matched the yearning between my thighs. He pulled back and my eyes flew open. He was breathing hard and stared at me with the same intensity.

“More?” He asked and I feverishly nodded. “Good.” He pulled off my shorts and panties before he spread me wide open on his counter. He looked down at my pussy and smiled. “Beautiful.”

I blushed and closed my eyes on the embarrassment. Before I could fully react, I felt Soul’s fingers brush against my clit. His thumb padded my swollen clit as he inserted another inside. His fingers were long and skillful, knowing how much pressure to put on and when to pull back.

My body began to ride his fingers as he kissed my neck. I softly moaned; my body seized by incredible pleasure, and wanting more of it. He’d seized my body upon my command and was careful to play by my rules.

I became greedy for Soul; I wanted everything from him – his love, attention, and protection. He owned me. He had control over me. I couldn’t wait to give him enough.

My legs began to shake and my breathing became harder to control. Lust took over my senses and nothing else mattered. My only focus was climaxing, yet Soul was giving me sweet denial of it.

“You want to come, Ari?” He teased me and I nodded. “No, I want you to say it.”

“I want to come!” My voice came out shaky and pleading, almost crying.

“Good. You may.” He ordered.

I came with a soft cry as I held onto Soul. Pleasure rippled through me and I felt reborn. I needed that climax. I needed that release. I used to be shy about my orgasms and can admit I faked more than I should’ve with Jared. With Soul, I didn’t have to fake. He wouldn’t let me.

I came with a soft cry as I held onto Soul. Pleasure rippled through me and I felt reborn. I needed that climax. I needed that release. I used to be shy about my orgasms and can admit I faked more than I should’ve with Jared. With Soul, I didn’t have to fake. He wouldn’t let me.

I thought everything was done until I saw Soul hook one of my legs behind his shoulder as he lowered himself. Before I could protest, his tongue swept over my clit. I manage to hold onto the kitchen faucet as Soul licked my wet slit, teasing and tasting me.

He pulled my cunt closer to his face and I barely had time to hold onto the counter. The soft moans I had before become louder. His tongue became faster and hungrier. My body responded with more vibrations and movements.

I screamed out my climax and Soul didn’t stop. I came a third time and had to push him away. He kissed my both thighs, my mound, up to my tummy before he sucked both breasts again. He then kissed me.

“When’s your interview?” He asks.

“Next week.” I breathed.

He placed his forehead against mine. I feel how hard and sweaty his body his. His breath is intense and still full of my love. Soul simply nods and takes a pull from his beer. He offers me a drink and I greedily take it.

He cleans me off and helps me dress again. “Did you want to finish watching the movie?” He asks.

“Um, sure.” I reply. I make my way back to the living room. I don’t know what the hell just happened but I definitely know I want more of it. I only have one more week and that’s it.

From a short distance, I hear Soul humming a song. It’s “Two Occasions” by The Deele.


 

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#TeaserTuesday: Her Soul (Ellison Brothers #5)

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Blurb: 

I almost ruined his reputation because of a printed lie. Yet, he saved my life.

I was wounded and vengeful from a past that jaded my present and future. Soul vowed to protect and heal me, despite how much damage I’d inflicted on him.

He was my mirror and I was his reflection. He knew me, accepted my demons as his, and loved me unconditionally.

He was my everything.

He was My Soul.

Bestselling and USA Today featured author Vera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series continues with Her Soul, a sexy venture into the fashion industry, the #metoo movement and finding love in unexpected places.


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“Ari, do you know where I got the inspiration for the dog collars from?” Soul asks me, lightly rubbing his goatee.

“I’m aware of it,” I hastily defend, “Snoop Dogg. It wasn’t cool that he did it, neither.”

He leans forward and stares into my eyes. His eyes are a brilliant light color, alternating between bluish-green to cobalt blue depending on how emotional he becomes. They’re stunning against his pale skin tone and fade. Add in his tattooed sleeve and roughneck demeanor, it’s not a surprise this particular Ellison is highly sought after by every woman.

I would put myself in that category but I’m not sure if I even like this dude yet. He’s intelligent and calculating but he’s also frustrating as all get out. What’s even worse is that he’s one of the sexiest men I have ever laid eyes on. I’m at the crossroads between wanting to fight him and wanting to ride his tongue.

“Do you know how many non-black women objected to what Snoop Dogg did?” He asks me. I shrug. “Absolutely zero.” He pauses and takes a sip of his coffee before he settles back into the booth. “Before you go fighting for all women, make sure all women are also fighting for you.”

“Oh, so because white women weren’t mad at a black man parading two black women around like dogs, you think the same should go for you?” I retort.

Soul briefly looks out the window and continues to rub his goatee. He lets out a small deep breath and I briefly get a whiff of his intoxicating cologne. Damn, he’s so incredibly sexy yet there’s a quietness about him. It’s clear he’s choosing his words very carefully. Not because he doesn’t want to hurt my feelings but rather, he doesn’t want to repeat a word.

“When Snoop Dogg pulled that stunt, the only complainers were black women. They still complain about it. They get shut down every time they do. When I did it, the complainers were white women. Now all of a sudden, I owe them an apology they’re not going to get. They cite my parents, my brothers, and I say, ‘Your point is what…?

“Everyone wants to act like they’re some liberal yet gentrification is happening everywhere you look. What’s the first thing the gentrifiers want to do when they move into your neighborhood? Change it. They don’t want to embrace. They want to change what they don’t like. And the first thing they change? What their neighbors look like. Are they trying to help you find affordable housing? Are they scoping leads? They don’t care.

“A little black girl goes missing damn near every day in this country; not a peep on national news. Her story is forgotten as soon as it’s opened. Meanwhile, 20-year-old Karen with the brown freckles and curly hair has the FBI, a story on Dateline, and search dogs.” Soul chuckles and shakes his head. “Ida B. Wells fought for all women; Susan B. Anthony only fought for white women. Nicki Minaj and Cardi B. are considered ghetto while Miley Cyrus is the hottest thing since sliced bread. A black woman started the #metoo movement and yet the primary faces of it are white women.” Soul leans forward and stares into my eyes. “So while you’re doing the ‘all women rah rah rah’ chant, the others aren’t thinking about you and they never will. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.”

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Her Soul will be out next week.

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.


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“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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The newly-released version of Her Savior will include snippets of Simply Complicated (Ellison Brothers #2) and Her Ocean (Ellison Brothers #3).