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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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: 

“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).

Boo’d Up is now LIVE!

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Blurb:

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

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

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

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


 

Snippet:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even he couldn’t buy what he thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was going to prove it to her that night.


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

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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.


 

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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!”

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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.


Unedited Snippet:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The Brazilian?” I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

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