#FlashFriday: Her Little Secret (Boo’d Up)

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Photograph by Thomas Martinsen

Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James was a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky. A reader challenged her to spy on a couple having sex, and it was an offer she couldn’t refuse. But when she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend and boyfriend 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.


 

Unedited Snippet: 

A voluptuous black woman opened the front door. She wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t skinny. She filled out her simple attire of blue jeans and a red sweater with pushed-up sleeves. She was hipper than what her age gave away because Savannah noticed the dark pink Gucci sneakers on her feet.

She was older and her hair showed signs of her wisdom, not age. She had small lines around her eyes but no wrinkles on her clean skin, blessed only by small freckles and moles. Her hair was in locs, with a mixture of grey, blonde, and black. What would look silly on someone else, looked elegant on her.

“Well, Blake…” The older woman’s voice was smoky and inviting. “…are you going introduce me to your friend?”

“My manners,” he smiled a charming smile, “Mom, this is my friend, Savannah. Savannah, this is my mother, Alicia Hutchinson.”

Savannah blinked several times and hoped the surprise in her mind didn’t appear across her face. Alicia was clearly a black woman. Blake was about as Orange County surfer dude as they come. And they were mother and son?

“Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Alicia.” Savannah stuck out her hand.

“Oh girl, give me a hug!” Alicia pulled her in and gave Savannah one of the biggest bear hugs she’d ever had. Alicia felt like Christmas morning, Southern hospitality, and Al Green songs. Alicia pulled away and just smiled at Savannah. “Oh, you’re just so beautiful! And your hair! I just love your hair, baby.”

It was a compliment Savannah didn’t know she needed. “Thank you, Ms. Alicia.”

“Now, do you eat soul food? You see I have to ask this because the last few times Blake brought home one of his things,” her eyes cut to Blake, who quickly looked up at the sky, “they didn’t eat. One time I made chitlins and I told the girl what she was eating after she finished a plate of them. Honey, she was stuck in the guest bathroom for an hour trying to throw it all back up!” Alicia chuckled. “It was the funniest thing in my entire life. I’m pretty sure if I made potato salad with raisins and whatever weird mess they put in there, she would’ve ate it all up.”

“Hmm,” Savannah agreed, “was her name Karen?”

“Why, yes it was, actually!” Alicia laughed as Savannah joined in. “Let’s see….there was also a Becky, and a Lisa and a Michelle…” Alicia’s voice became more Valley Girl-like with each girl’s name. “….and now I have a Savannah…hallelujah, praise God!” A proud smile curved Alicia’s lips as she turned to Blake. “What did I tell you, son? What did I tell you? I told you one day you were going to bring home a girl just like your mama and look at God! He answers prayers, you know?”

Blake was thankful he had a beard because the embarrassment caused by his mother made his cheeks feel pink. “Can we go inside, Mom?”

“Oh yes!” Alicia interlocked arms with Savannah and led her inside the home. “Let me tell you all about my Blake since I’m sure that boy hadn’t said a word about where he’d come from.” She shot a glance back at him.

Blake’s head fell back and he closed his eyes. “I love my mother. I love my mother. I love my mother…”

“BLAKE!”

“Coming, mama!”

~~~~~~

Alicia’s home was just like her. Decorated in soft hues of burgundy, tan, and olive, it felt welcoming from the jump. Oversized sofas were the centerpiece of the family room, which showcased a flatscreen TV on the wall and various family pictures.

Hardwood floors led to the many carpeted bedrooms and polished bathrooms spread across two stories. The kitchen had a country, rustic theme with old Mason jars that contained grown herbs and flowers.

The kitchenette was reminiscent of an old 1950s diner with a small, flatscreen TV in the corner; perfect for watching a daytime gabfest or a cooking show. The formal dining room was just that, and Savannah could tell it was only used for special occasions. It mostly contained storage for such events.

There was a touch of expensive items but nothing so drastic where Savannah felt she couldn’t even sit on the furniture. It was clear Alicia had money, and it was possible she was wealthy, but to what extent Alicia wasn’t sure. It was also very clear Alicia downplayed her wealth every chance she had.

As Savannah looked around the home more, she noticed the walls weren’t the standard stark white but a soft mauve color. Various family photos hung on the walls and Savannah smiled as she saw the transition of Blake from childhood to adult. Every photo he had with Alicia, and her husband, Willis, there was Blake with a huge smile on his face.

You’re always welcomed herewas the motto Savannah silently picked up from Alicia. Her demeanor, her home, and even her clothing. She wondered if it had something to do with the clear differences between her and Blake and Shana. Or maybe…the siblings were really taking after their mother.

“You’re probably wondering the one thing most of Blake’s girlfriends ask so I might as well address it now,” Alicia stood next to Savannah as she looked at a photo of Blake in his Little League uniform. “Blake and Shana are adopted. I had two sons and we wanted to have more children after them but we weren’t able to. So, we went to adoption agency and requested a black baby to adopt. They didn’t have any.” Alicia shook her head and gave Savannah a look that signaled, ‘You believe that mess?’

“So, I asked them, ‘Well, what do you have?’ and the lady said, ‘we only have white babies here.’ So, I asked, ‘Is there a law I can’t adopt a white baby?’ and she said, ‘No ma’am, but we currently have twins here. We told every prospective parent they have to adopt both but many wanted to separate them.’ And Willis said, ‘We’ll take them both.’” Alicia smiled. “I’m not going to sugarcoat and say it was easy. The twins got picked on a lot at school and both Willis and I had family questioning us for adopting two white kids. But as they grew older and we became more acquainted with our neighborhood, everyone knew us as a loving family who opened up our home to anyone. Ask Blake. Many of his friends spent the night here and stayed here when they had issues with their parents.”

Savannah smiled at the warmth Alicia and Willis showed their children. She knew it wasn’t easy raising two children who clearly didn’t look anything like them, but loved them as if they came from them. “How many children do you have?”

“Just those four and trust me, it’s more than plenty.” Alicia chuckled. “My boys – Derek, Dalvin, and Blake are very close in age. They’re only a year apart each. My food bill and my clothes shopping bill went through the roof during that time.” The older woman sighed as she reminisced. “I’m so glad high school and college is over.”

Savannah smiled. Blake was built like a UFC fighter yet his demeanor was warm like a children’s pediatrician. She definitely saw why he often kept a rotating door of female conquests. She also saw why he probably had no interest in her.

She quickly changed the subject before her heartbreak became apparent on her face. “What do your other two sons do?”

“Derek is a coach for the NFL,” Alicia proudly smiled, “he just won his first Super Bowl this past year. Dalvin is a music producer and does a lot of that rap stuff I don’t listen to. He recently worked with some guy named Dolce Gabbana, but I guess they did amazing work since they both won Grammys.” She softly put her hand on Alicia’s arm. “Willis and I went with him. We were his dates for the night.”

“And what does Willis do for a living?” Savannah asked. It quickly occurred to her that why Shana was pretty open with what her family did, Blake was more quiet and reserved about it.

“He’s a fire captain for the Las Vegas Fire Department.” Alicia replied. “He was a firefighter when we met thirty years ago. Every time he gets a call, I still get shakes wondering if he’s coming home. It only gets worse during fire season.”

“How do you manage?” Savannah asked.

Alicia gave her a sweet smile. “Prayer.” She paused for a brief moment. “And lots of wine.”


 

Her Little Secret will be out this month. It’s an erotic new adult novella.

#TeaserTuesday: Her Little Secret (Boo’d Up)

Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James was a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky. A reader challenged her to spy on a couple having sex, and it was an offer she couldn’t refuse. But when she spies on her roommate’s brother and his then-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 ex-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 sexy, summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.


 

Unedited Snippet:

“Well, we’re here.”

It was the unmistakable feeling that Savannah had felt when she ventured in dating guys she normally wouldn’t. Her idea of fun was going to an amusement park, music festival, or checking out spoken-word poetry.

The men she’d often dated were into ziplines, mountain climbing on real mountains, and going kayaking – all of the typical activities a woman with natural 4C hair probably wouldn’t do. Savannah had no issues staying on the sidelines as they explored their activities. She was also never surprised when it was eventually revealed her past paramours found those who liked the same things they did.

So, she should’ve been surprised after a night of walking the Strip, Blake took her to a country music club. Of course, the sleeved-up white dude would bring her black ass to a club where they both would get harassed. “What in the Ghetto Gaggers fresh hell is this?” She quietly asked after a few silent moments.

“It’s like Coyote Ugly,” he referenced the movie, “and they have a mechanical bull inside you can ride.”

Coyote Ugly, huh?” Savannah smirked as she remembered the skinny supermodels in that movie. It was clear Blake was intent on embarrassing her. “I should really punch you in the dick hole.”

“Hey!” Blake stood in front of her. “What’s with the aggression?”

“You want to embarrass me and it’s becoming clear you’re hell-bent on that fact.” She folded her arms. “So, no President Fitz, I will not be your thirsty side chick, Olivia.”

Blake’s eyes narrowed and shook his head. “Who?”

“Uh, never mind.” Savannah rolled her eyes. “I’m going back to the suite.”

“Vannah,” Blake’s voice was low and feathered as he closed the distance between them, “you should know me well enough by now that I would never embarrass you, at least not intentionally.”

Blake’s brown eyes softened to a warm chocolate color. Savannah took a small inhale of his earthy cologne and felt the scent permeated her body, touching her senses, and crashing her back down to Earth.

“I don’t know that.” She remained defiant.

“Have you felt embarrassed at all during this trip?” He asked. He ran a hand through her locks and removed a piece of lint. “I say I’ve done a pretty good job at keeping you comfortable.”

Blake had done an excellent job at keeping Savannah uncomfortable was the truth. He was very respectful, engaged in intelligent conversation, and kept Savannah laughing. He was all sexy as all get out. He opened doors, and pulled out chairs. He even ordered for her whenever they went out.

His muscular frame crowded hers, yet she didn’t feel overwhelmed or suffocated. Instead, she felt comforted and warm. Her heart beat in a staccato rhythm and she struggled to keep up. Her mouth suddenly felt cottony, and a dampness in her panties appeared.

No.

Blake was her best friend’s brother. There was a hard and fast rule Savannah had about men she wouldn’t pursue. Married men, men in relationships, men old enough to be her daddy, and most importantly, her best friend’s brother.

If things went south with the brother, things would go south with Courtney and Savannah couldn’t risk that. She kept her feelings at bay and her fingers busy at night while Blake remained a fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I don’t even know how to ride a bull.” Savannah offered.

“That’s the fun part, you just get on and learn as you go.” Blake winked and his lips curved into a delicious smile. “You can’t knock it until you try it, right?”

Blake was charming like a politician and gave a victory speech that would’ve made Savannah vote for him had he been running. She briefly wondered if Blake seeing her ride a bull was his practice to see if how she would ride him.

Snap out of it, Vannah.

It had been so long Savannah had been with an actual man, and not a boy who pretended to be one. Savannah didn’t want to make too much into Blake’s treatment of her. For all she knew, it was his representative she saw and not the true, despicable him that often showed up several months later whenever she dated other men.

Blake was not like other men she’d dated in the past and that was the issue. She was in lust with the man and that was a no-no.“No video.”

“No video,” he agreed and held out his arm for her to interlock, “shall we, milady?”

Savannah grabbed Blake’s arm and walked inside with him. “We shall.”

“Just a quick question,” Blake began as they made their way to their seats. “How do you know about Ghetto Gaggers?”

“I think the real question is how do you know about Ghetto Gaggers?” Savannah looked over and smiled.

Blake tightened his lips. “No comment.”


 

Her Little Secret will be out this month.

#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.

Once again, YOU’RE AWESOME! THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!


 

Blurb: 

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.


Snippet:

“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?

Blurb:

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.


 

Snippet: 

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 is now LIVE!

Wedding Weekend

Blurb: 

She went 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.


Snippet:

The formal mask is slightly on, yet there’s still a bit of the sensual Savior that is out. It’s a transformation I’m still getting used to – how quickly he can change his mood given the circumstances like an actor on cue.

Savior pivots his feet and stares at me. He swallows and blows out a small breath. His eyes drink me in from my painted pink toes to my equally painted lips. He touches his chest as his eyes burn into me. There’s a sexiness undercurrent with Savior, and he doesn’t bother to hide it.

“I never wonder why I call you gorgeous,” he walks up to me and looks into my eyes. His hands cup my face and I feel the familiar yearning between my thighs. “Because you embody it every second.”

I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and grasp his wrists. Savior is just so gorgeous and I feel like Cinderella at the ball. “Savior…”

“Shh…” He kisses my head. “…you’ll be the best looking woman tonight, I’m sure of it. Shall we?”

I interlock arms with him and we make our way to the awaiting Rolls Royce. I slip inside and Savior follows behind me. Once we’re inside, the sensuality flows between us like a soft current as I felt the energy of the man beside me.

I breathe in his cologne and the feelings of arousal wash over me. My body is always on whenever I’m around Savior. I become so aware of what’s going on between us in the now, with thoughts of the future floating in the background.

“Gorgeous…” His voice is husky and full of want. He curls my fingers around his and pulls me closer to him. He kisses my neck, devouring it with his lips and tongue as his hands wander all over my dress.

Soft moans escape my mouth as my thighs part to allow entrance of his fingers. He brushes a finger against my wet slit and plays with the budding clit that poked out between the cleft.

“Your cunt is so greedy for me,” he moans as he continues to suck on my neck, “what should I do about that greedy pussy of yours?”

I gasp and pant. I become slick with desire and my body starts to ride Savior’s fingers. Is he really doing this on our way to the gala? What if the driver hears us? What if other people see us?

“I won’t put my cock in you because I want you to beg for it later,” he nibbles on my ear, “so my fingers are going have to suffice.”

“Oh shit,” I sob as his thumb circled my clit. He pulled back from me and I studied his face. His lips were slightly pursed, his eyes had that sultry look to them, yet he was collected and calm. He was more focused on getting me off than anything else.

My breath contracts in my chest. The coils of orgasm began to unravel and my legs shook from pleasure. My nails dug into the plush leather seats as our gazes locked on each other.

He had heated eyes and his lips…my god, his lips were curved into that sinful, delicious smile. He knew he had me where he wanted me, anytime at his bidding, and I would gratefully oblige any requests.

“I want to feel you come all over my fingers,” Savior circled my clit faster, “can you do that, baby? Can you come for me when I tell you to?”

I cried and moaned, losing all of my dignity. I was afraid of disappointing him; climaxing when he told me not yet. I was so aroused when he ordered me to wait for him. It was a clusterfuck of emotions and I didn’t know what to do first.

“Now.” Savior ordered. “Come now.”

The orgasm hit my body like an ocean wave, violently shaking me. I collapsed against the seat and cried out Savior’s name, feeling weak and helpless. He withdrew his fingers and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my head as the orgasm coursed through my body.

My body finally stopped shuddering and I lay satiated in the backseat with Savior. He wiped his fingers with a moistened cloth and discarded it before he softly rocked me to a small sleep. Only the sounds of Shalamar and Savior’s heartbeat filled the small space.

I felt complete. I felt at home.


 

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#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated

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Blurb:

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.


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“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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Her Savior – An erotica short out NOW!

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Blurb: 

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.


 

Snippet: 

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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Beauty Is Her Name is now LIVE!

So, last year, I wrote a free story on wattpad that was hugely popular. I decided to finally extend and release it!

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Blurb:

Does true love really exist?

Beautiful “Beauty” Whalen was born with the world in the palm of her hand. The daughter of the world’s most famous pop singer and a high-profile director, everyone has seen her grow up via social media and via a few roles in her dad’s movies.

As she celebrated her 21st birthday, a curse placed on her by an evil spirit takes hold. Unbeknownst to the all, a special fairy godmother amended the curse, with only a special Prince to relieve it.

Prince Martinez is a popular Vine star and creator of Swipe!, a new dating app. His dashing good looks and changing girlfriends make him a tabloid favorite, though that is far from his real personality – a stay at-home geek. When he hears about Beauty’s sudden illness, Prince makes a special visit to her in hopes to spread goodwill.

Can Beauty be saved by Prince’s visit? Or will it be too late?

Beauty Is Her Name is a modern-day fairytale of Sleeping Beauty. It is a New Adult romance.


 

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I hope you enjoy! Please review! More stories coming out this month! xoxoxo

#TeaserTuesday: H.E.R.

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Blurb: 

Love, honor, and respect.

The motto has maintained the Torres crime family for decades. It’s why they were always ten steps ahead of their adversaries. It’s also why they were the most-feared crime family in all of New York. It’s also why there was such a brotherhood between Pablo Torres, and his right-hand man/best friend, Clyde Lewis.

The two men formed a solid bond when their children became best friends, attending each other’s birthday parties, graduations, and other celebrations in a twenty-five year time span. The sons grew up to become mafia dons in their own right, controlling all of Harlem.

But all good things must end.

When an associate of the Torres’s mistakenly takes out a member of the Lewis family, all love, honor, and respect is thrown out of the window and is replaced with hate, disappointment, and revenge.

But what happens when the grandchildren of the rival families fall in love with each other?

H.E.R. is a series of small novellas dealing with revenge, true love, and if time really heals. It’s a modern-day retelling of Romeo and Juliet.


Unedited Snippet: 

When Roman turned back, Julia disappeared. His eyes searched for her all over the room. She seemingly vanished. “Damn it,” he cursed himself, “now I need to try to find her.”

“Find who?”

Roman slightly jumped and turned around. Staring at him with wide eyes and a bright smile was his new muse, Julia herself. Her face was completely made up and the bronze brought out the best in her rounded cheeks. She looked stunning. “You,” he gave a smile.

“Roman,” she returned his smile, “I’m so glad you came!” She leaned in and gave him a big bear hug.

Lord have mercy. The god sister who was a little nerdy, a little awkward, and a little unconventional grew up to become a grown-ass woman. She wore a simple, black dress with too loose spaghetti straps that kept falling down her bare shoulders. He suddenly wanted to kiss her just right there.

Julia was tall and her brown skin, a rich sepia color, shimmered beneath Roman’s skin. He felt his breath lodged in his throat when he wrapped his arms around her back. Jesus. She smelled like strawberries and mangoes. Suddenly, Roman was hungry for just that.

Roman wanted to think pure thoughts but feeling Julia’s breasts pressed against him made all X-rated fantasies suddenly appear. When she pulled away, he inwardly growled at the loss of her.

Roman suddenly reminded himself who he was and who Julia was. She was his god sister. He was her god brother. They were family. They grew up playing Sega Genesis and Crash Bandicoot. They had birthday parties at Chuck E. Cheese’s together. They were each other’s first kiss.

Now all he wanted to do is pin her beneath him as he thrust into her, begging her to submit while she cried and begged him not to stop.

“It’s great to see you,” her voice was soft, yet smoky. “I’m glad you were finally able to come here, Mr. Fashion Designer. Big fan of yours, by the way. No one believes me when I tell them we used to play together.”

Roman felt his cheeks turn hot and beet red. He’d heard that compliment numerous times over the years yet it sounded different from Julia. He wanted to play with Julia, all right, and it wouldn’t be GTA V. “Vanessa was like a mother to me. I couldn’t miss this for anything.” He looked around and saw everyone was talking in their own groups. He suddenly had an idea. “Do you want to go somewhere private?”

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“Gosh,” Julia dragged her bare feet along the sand at the nearby playground, “I haven’t been here in so long. I’m glad they still have this.”

“Remember how we used to play here all the time?” Roman chuckled. “You always were so mean to me in tag.”

“It’s not my fault, you couldn’t hang with the big kids,” she stuck out her tongue.

“You’re only eight months older than me. Only.” He shook a finger as he lightly swung. “Even though you often acted like my big sister.”

“I guess I was protective of you.” She glanced over at him. “Now I see I didn’t have any reason to be.”

A sensual air passed between the pair and Roman cleared his throat. “So, how’s L.A.?”


H.E.R. will be out later this  month.

To read the first few chapters, click here.

What About US is now LIVE!

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Blurb: 

When Kristin Singletary moved to Atlanta, she thought she left her past behind. Her YouTube hair tutorial channel was blowing up, her hair and body care line was gaining even celebrity fans, and she’s a young mother to a toddler son.

Then, against her better judgment, she went to a wrestling show and saw him. It was then Kristin realized that maybe, her past had some unresolved issues.

Luke “Storm” Clayton is a force to be reckoned within the squared circle. A large fanbase of millions plus a budding acting career has made Storm one of the most sought-after men in the world.

Then he saw her. His muse. The one he let get away.

They say time heals all wounds but what heals time?

What About Us? is a novelette about second chances, old romance, and getting that old thang back.


Snippet: 

It was a little after six in the morning when Kristin arrived back home.

It wasn’t her intention to stay with Luke as long as she did. She wanted to lie and said it wasn’t her intention to sleep with him again but it was bullshit. Shit to the bull. The moment she saw him at the convention center and the subtle ‘fuck me’ eye exchanges to each other told her everything.

As she pulled into her garage and turned off the engine, Kristin sat in silence. The cardinal rule was broken. Things were better between them now. Things were actually worse in other ways. At some point, her and Luke were going have to have a Come to Jesus meeting about their relationship but it was too soon for that.

She leaned forward and draped herself over the steering wheel as soft flashbacks struck her.

“God, I missed this pussy,” he moaned before his tongue dove into her. He flickered his tongue, suckling on her clit, and felt her cunt quiver beneath his mouth. The way she smelled, the way she tasted, could drive a sober man to drink.

The wetter she became, the harder Luke’s grow grew. He needed to be inside her, to feel her tightness wrapped around his cock again, to have her scream his name.

“I’m going to come,” she cried and moments later, her body shook, and twisted all over the bed.

Luke climbed up to Kristin and pressed his body against hers. He softly kissed her, letting her taste her own juices from his lips and tongue. He adjusted his position and slid his shaft inside her tight heat.

“Fuck,” he felt her clamp down hard on his cock, suckling along the girth.

“Luke!” Kristin moaned as she clawed at him.

“Cinnamon, baby.” He whispered in her ear as he drove into her. He trailed his tongue from her ear to her neck, increasing his tempo as she softly moaned and clawed at his back. Luke gathered Kristin’s legs, held them against the headboard, thrust hard into her.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

“Yeah, fuck me is absolutely right,” Kristin shook her head. It was perfect. From the moment he mounted her to the various position changes to Luke fucking her so hard, they banged the headboard against the wall. He was rough when he needed to be and gentle when she wanted him. They interlaced fingers when he was on top of her and again, it was her turn to ride him.

She let out another sigh. She always got into the most precarious relationships with troubled men. It was like there was a magnet on her forehead that glared out, ‘I will fix your problems for just a good dickdown’ and they all came running to her. They all were very different. They all, however, were very much alike. They were broken in some form and she often played therapist in addition to girlfriend.

As much as she wanted to blame the men, Kristin also knew she was the culprit. She was the common denominator in all of the relationships. Self-awareness could be a motherfucker at times, knocking a person cold on their behind as reality delivered blow after blow.

Truth was, she’d never eradicated Luke out of her system, not with their storied history. Only a few close people knew and the number was less than a hand count. Not even her exes knew out of fear loose lips would ruin Luke’s reputation more than hers. She felt an innate need to protect him more than the others.

She wondered what was going to happen between them now that something big happened. Making love one time might have been a mistake, but they went at it four times. That was officially a habit.

“No, not anymore and not again,” she shook her head. There were at different parts of their lives now and they wouldn’t fit in each other’s worlds.

They were too different.

They were very much the same.

Kristin quickly got out of her car and quietly entered her home. She checked on Ethan, who slept with Farrah in the guest room. Kristin went to her bedroom, shed her clothes and got underneath the sheets. She had a few hours of sleep before Ethan woke up and even though it wouldn’t be enough, it would have to do.

Maybe she could sleep Luke out of her system.


 

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