#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar

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Blurb: 

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

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

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

He did. With a vengeance.

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

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

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


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This tension between us was thicker than a jar of cold peanut butter.

As Soul navigated throughout traffic on our way to somewhere, he was silent. He didn’t hum. He didn’t crack a corny joke. He didn’t talk about Desiree’s performance. He didn’t say a word.

He was pissed.

Soul wasn’t hunched over his driving wheel as if he drove in a panic. His eyebrows weren’t furrowed nor were there any lines on his forehead. His jaw was easy but Soul was far from relaxed.

He showed incredible restraint when he saw Jared kissed me. I wasn’t in a position to turn him down yet Soul didn’t make any move or threat. I know it had something to do with possibly being outnumbered – Jared had three of his friends over in comparison with just Soul being there.

I also know it was a money issue. If Soul landed one punch on Jared, it would’ve been a million-dollar one and I don’t mean that figuratively. Soul has the money where any dollar amount would’ve been a drop in the bucket.

It was the biggest issue: the moment the media found out, and surely they would have, it would’ve put a bigger spotlight on whatever is going on between me and Soul. Soul is used to the media attention, both wanted and unwanted. Even if it bothers him, he never lets the detractors see him sweat.

When I was bombarded with tons of media attention, I hid inside my bedroom for three days.

I shouldn’t overthink any of this. I still don’t know what’s really going on between me and Soul, despite what happened at Desiree’s concert. For all I know, Soul is driving me somewhere to dump me and then get on a plane back to Harlem, leaving me to figure out a way home.

I know he wouldn’t do that. Despite whatever feelings Soul might have towards Jared and me right now, he has proven he would take care of me. He took care of me when I wrote that godawful article about him. He restored my faith in men and humanity.

Now he’s beyond pissed at me.

We arrive at a gated community and Soul enters a code. The gates slowly open and Soul drives inside. We travel through numerous neighborhoods before we stop at a massive estate. In front of the gates are two undeniable, cursive capital E’s.

We’re at the Ellison compound.

Soul enters another code and those gates open. He drives through the path and it’s another two miles before we actually see what looks like the Ellison estate. It’s a massive building and I’m not sure how many floors it has.

I know I’m looking at a very expensive property but my mind can’t fathom how much this estate is actually worth. I also bristle at the thought there’s a possibility I’m going to meet the parents. I don’t have to wonder if I’m Sidney Poitier.

Soul parks on the cul-de-sac in front of the home and gets out before he opens my passenger door. He has a hand out for me and I feel reluctant to grab it, but I do, anyway. We step out of the car and the L.A. breeze catches me by surprise. I rub my arms and Soul takes off his jacket to put it around my shoulder.

He stares into my eyes and I see the warmth inside of them. “You all right, shorty?” He asks and I nod. “Good.”

I stare into Soul’s blue eyes, glaze over the structure of his sharp jaw line, and my vision lands on his kissable lips. I’ve known for the past two years I was still in love with him but now it’s official.

I love that man with everything. And if I blew it again, I don’t know what I’m going to do.

“Are we all right?” I carefully ask.

Soul cups my face into his hands and pulls me closer to him. Our lips our touching, but he doesn’t kiss me. “We’re perfect.”


 

Sweet Nectar will be out next week!

#TeaserTuesday: Quench My Desire #rockstar #romance #newadult

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Blurb: 

He summoned me to write a song for him. He ended up giving me so much more.

The media’s image of him was something crazy and completely different from the battered soul, who was mischievous and completely dynamic than anything I had ever encountered.

I was flawed and damaged; a consequence from having success at a super young age when most girls would’ve been playing with their Barbies and Bratz dolls. I was exposed to a lot before I old enough to get my driver’s license.

Yet, he was my savior. His age and experience showed me to be happy in an unknown world. My youthfulness and naiveté taught him there was still innocence in the world.

He was bad for me. And just maybe, I was bad for him, too.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts brings a hot new novella with Quench My Desire, a sexy venture into the music industry, May-September romances, and vibin’ with one’s true spirit.

Snippet: 

Jax doesn’t want to waste time with the small talk. He hurriedly takes off my clothing and his in the process. Bare-ass naked in the bed, I watch Jax remove his clothing. His cock is very impressive. Long, thick, and man, that boy is blessed. I already know I want to feel him inside my mouth, on my face, and definitely inside my cunt.

He lays me down on the bed and gets in the bed with me. He lies beside me and caresses my face. “Is there stuff you won’t do?” He softly asks.

“Anal.” I state. It’s not that I wouldn’t do it but I don’t want to be that girl who’s a freak and does everything on sight the first time. There has to be layers to exposing the freakiness.

He nods and smiles. “Got it. Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.” I nod.

“Good.” He gets on top of me and slides down my body until he reaches my wet slit. My clit poked through the folds and I immediately felt Jax’s mouth covering it. He licked me harder and faster than I could ever imagine.

Loud moans escaped my mouth as he licked me with a primal hunger. He wanted to prove a point to me and was making it clear. I was his for the night and I would let him do whatever he wanted.

I came against his mouth and he pulled away. He suddenly inserted one finger, then two inside of me. He stroked me with the precision of brain surgeon. His hands were not inexperienced but full of a confident man who knew how to get a woman off.

I felt the bed shift and Jax lay against me. His fingers never leave me and he’s kissing on my neck as his fingers thrust into me. “I want to feel you come all over my fingers,” he licks my ear, “and then I want to fill you up with my come.”

“Oh shit!” I whimper. I tried to contain the moans; I didn’t know who was still inside the home or if they could hear me. Heaven forbid, I didn’t want Javier or Jacqueline to overhear this.

Jax, however, didn’t care who heard. His thumb padded over my clit and I screamed my response. My body tightly wound up like a spring and my legs began to shake. Sharp, hard breaths came out as I tried to contain the orgasm, but my body needed the release.

I came hard, loud, and fell against the bed. All I heard was the deafening heartbeat in my ears and the rush of blood that flowed against it. I felt Jax remove his fingers and crawl up my body to pinch my nipples.

In that moment, I didn’t care what I looked like. All dignity and pride flew out the window. I knew I was just another notch in Jax’s bedpost but I no longer cared. I wanted that man and he was going to be as much of a conquest to me as I was to him.

“How do you feel?”

My eyes barely open as I meet Jax’s gaze. His gaze on me is scorching hot and his hands wander all over my body. It’s clear what just happened between us was only foreplay, but he wants to know if I’m okay before we proceed to the next round.

“I feel great,” I cup his face. “How do you feel?”

“Anxious and incredible aroused.” His hand land on my breast and he softly pinches the nipple. “I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I’m more than okay,” I lift up and push him onto his back. I straddle him and Jax puts his hands behind him. He stares at me with a searing intensity and I feel my cunt cinch up in desire. His massive erection is poking behind me, gently tapping against my ass.

“So, what are you going to do?” He dares me.

“Blow your fucking mind.” I slide my body down his and landed at his cock. I smelled him, played with the velvety hardness against my lips and cheek, and kissed the uncut mushroom head. I licked the underside before taking him fully inside my hungry mouth.

“JESUS!” His body lifted off the bed before it slammed back down. I pay him no mind. I’m sucking his dick like it has the antidote to an incurable disease and I have to get it out. I alternate between licking him soft and fast, slow and hard, and a combination of the actions.

I close my eyes and concentrate on just pleasing Jax. This will probably be a one-night stand, but I want to make an unforgettable one. If Jax is going to look at me as another conquest, I’ll definitely look at him the same way.


 

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#TeaserTuesday: Love So Brand New (Former LegsandLiquorStores)

Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

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

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

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

Love So Brand New is a short novella in the new adult Breakaway series about recapturing the spark and reclaiming one’s identity.

Snippet: 

During another commercial break, Sydney popped up and stretched. “Thank you for suffering through my torture, baby.” She yawned. “Now, we can do what you want to do.”

Dean was too busy admiring his wife’s toned stomach and short top that barely covered her breasts. “What was that?”

Sydney tossed a pillow at him and he pulled her down on top of him. “I was saying thank you for suffering through the adventures of Ross and Rachel with me. I know that’s not your cup of tea…”

“Far fucking from it.” He replied.

Sydney playfully jabbed him in the chest. “But I thank you for doing that. It means a lot to me.”

“I told you I would do anything for you, Syd.” He brushed a loose strand away from her face. “Even if it means you’re torturing me with this.”

“You know you secretly liked Monica.” She winked.

“I think I’m about to puke.” He replied.

“You mean to tell me this is the first time you’ve ever watched that show?”

“And it’ll be the only time,” Dean admitted, “I just wasn’t into the show, babe. Not that I would’ve remembered it during the heyday of it, but if people like it, I love it. It just never was my cup of tea.”

“You did like the Big Bang Theory, though…” She mentioned. “…though, I didn’t understand that show at all. Penny would’ve never ended up with Sheldon.”

“Actually, she didn’t.” Dean corrected. “She ended up with Leonard, but that was before the show got wack and unbelievable.”

“Like Penny being with Leonard was so believable.” Sydney rolled her eyes. “A babe like her with a guy like him?”

“What’s wrong with the hot girl, nerdy guy fantasy?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “I’m a nerdy guy and you’re a hot girl.”

“On what planet are you a nerd?” Sydney questioned. “Other than you like that super weird game you play with your friends, Dungeons and what?”

“Dungeons and Dragons and no Dungeons and Dragons slander in this household.” He defended as his voice trailed up. Sydney stuck her tongue out in defense. “I have to strategize every play. Life or death situation.”

“Life or death?”

“Every time.”

“But did you die?” She asked.

“Actually, yes.” He blew a kiss.

“And that other show you like to watch that I don’t care about?” She snapped her fingers. “What was that called?”

“National Geographic?” He chuckled. “It has some good stuff on it. No bleeps, or shade, or whatever a Real Housewife is doing.”

“No Nene slander on my watch…” Sydney’s voice trailed up.

“My point is, baby, it’s not about how you’re different; it’s how you come together.” He explained. “Eggs and flour are different from each other and could be used for multiple things. But when they come together, it’s magical. Same thing with peanut butter and jelly. Macaroni and cheese.”

“USB cords and phones?” She asked and Dean nodded.

“Cheeseburgers and fries.”

“Stoves and skillets.” She added.

“Mothers and black stretchy pants.”

“The Kardashians and black men.” Sydney stated and Dean laughed. “It’s true, isn’t it?”


 

Yeah, it’s kinda true when you think about it.

The latest installment in the Breakaway series will be out on Friday.

To read an exclusive snippet, click here.

#TeaserTuesday: #legsandliquorstores

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Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

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

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

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

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


Unedited Snippet: 

“Girl…” Sarah entered Sydney’s home with two coffees and donuts for them both. Sydney was typing away at her Macbook and Sarah made herself home, like she normally did. Sarah was over at Sydney’s home so much, she even had her own room. “…traffic was nothing short of insanity. Caffeinated is seriously just two miles away and it took almost 15 minutes to get there!”

She sat down at the dining table and began to take out the breakfast spread. “So I got your fancy, schmancy whatever the hell this is called for you. I like to refer it as the Sunken Place Pumpkin Spice Convention but I think too many special snowflakes will get offended by that.” Sarah pulled out her coffee and glanced at it. “Mine is in direct response to the #metoo bullshit and I call this #youbestnot.”

Sydney briefly glanced at her best friend. Sarah always kept it one hundred, even it was against her best interest. “I hope you didn’t tell them that at the shop, ‘Rah.”

“Girl, you know me…” Sarah smiled. “…you damn right I did.”

Sydney shook her head and took a sip of her overpriced and too-hot coffee. “What’s up?”

“Syd…” Sarah took a sip of her coffee and thanked the ancestors for a sense of humor. “…the shit Jameson pulled on me last night! Girl! He took that swing and tied me up in it, right? And then he fucked me as if his life was depended on it. Pulling my hair, slapping my titties, he forcefully grabbed my face and asked me if I was going to take that dick like the slut I was?” Sarah blew out a breath. She was getting aroused just thinking about it. “He fucked me as if he was punishing me for all of my sins and I’m pretty sure we did some shit that was more than a little illegal in a few states.

“I mean, he picked my big-ass up and slammed me down on the bed, spread my legs apart, and was like, fuck you! And laying down there, looking up at him, panting and stroking and I’m like, damn right, fuck me!” Sarah shook her head and fanned herself. “I don’t even know why I even have dildos because this motherlover knows how to work it like a Missy Elliott record.” Sarah glanced over at Sydney. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes were just as narrowed.

“Have you listened to a word I just said?” Sarah asked. Sydney didn’t bother to look up once other than welcoming Sarah inside. She knew her best friend went through a professional and personal drought lately, but it was unusual what Sydney was doing. “You’ve been focused behind that computer screen and I’m trying to tell you all the freak-nasty shit me and Jameson did last night!”

“Give a minute,” Sydney typed in a few more words, “I’m trying to research something.”

“Research what?” Sarah blinked as she sipped her iced coffee. “How to ignore your best friend’s dick report?”

“No,” Sydney studied the Google results and slowly enunciated each word,  “how to get watercolor paint out of your vagina…”

Sarah’s eyes widened before they settled. “I’m glad you and Dean are getting back into a routine,” she stood up and picked up her purse. “but bitch, let’s go to the ER!”


 

*Note: I’m in the process of renaming the title. #LegsandLiquorStores is just a working one.

It’ll be out later this month.

To read an extended snippet, click here.

#FlashFriday: #legsandliquorstores

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Blurb:

When you wish upon a star…

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

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

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

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


Unedited Snippet: 

Sydney briefly wondered when was the last time the two of them were just laying down on the sofa like they were. They used to have nightly Netflix dates. Now Sydney was lucky she even saw Dean during the week. “Ian told me you had a light schedule this week.”

“I do.” He nodded. “What’s up? Do you needed to do something? Go to an art exhibit? Paint another mural for one of your big-pocket clients?”

“I’m not allowed to step foot back inside the Ferguson.” She revealed. “Ian kicked me out until I get myself together.”

“You seem pretty put together to me.” Dean murmured.

“That’s not what he meant.” Sydney adjusted herself and Dean sat up. She paused the show and faced her husband. “Dean, can we talk?”

“I really don’t like how this is beginning.” A small storm began in his light eyes. “Why are you listening to him about what’s going on with us?”

“Because Dean, in case you haven’t noticed, there is something going on with us.” Sydney pleaded. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know if the spark is gone, if I’ve become a regular schmegular degular hockey wife like the other chicks in Manhattan Beach or what. But something is happening with our relationship, baby. It’s impacting my artwork. It’s impacting on me finding a purpose to do anything anymore. And I don’t know if it’s depression or if I’m just straight-up bored and I don’t know it. But something is going on, Dean, and I’m afraid if we don’t try to fix this, we’re just going to be two people sharing a big-ass house and that’s our only connection to each other! We’ll be like Joey and Chandler. We’ll be like Monica and Rachel.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched up. “Who?”

Friends!” Sydney replied. “You know the show about those six friends in New York?”

“Oh, you mean Living Single?” Dean replied.

Sydney cracked a smile. “You know what I mean, Dean. I’m afraid we’ll just resort to the fact that we’re together just because and that’s it. There’s no more unpredictability or anything. I’m going to become one of those bored-ass housewives who goes on IG and Facebook, stalking other people’s lives, asking for gossip about others, and nursing my wine habit because I’m so bored.”

“You are so damn dramatic,” Dean chuckled. “You’re forgetting the small part on how you have a very successful art career and you’re in demand?”

“Besides that.” She leaned against him and he wrapped his arms around her. “I haven’t painted in a week. A whole week, babe.”

“That’s not good, baby.” He stroked her dark hair and kissed her forehead. “Do you need to see a therapist?”

“I don’t know.” She played with the fabric of her distressed jeans. “I don’t know what we need to do to fix this.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make this better. If we need to go to therapy, we’ll go to therapy. Simple as that.” Dean thought about the elephant in the room neither addressed. “When’s the last time we made love?” Sydney shrugged. “That might be another one of our issues, Syd.”

“Each time we try, one of us is too tired. Either you’re knocked out or I am.” She shrugged. She couldn’t even remember the last time they made love. “So, there’s that.”

“Well, we need to change that, don’t we?” He pressed his lips against her neck and gently sucked on it. Sydney moaned her appreciation. “We can do the therapy thing but I also think we can do the wild thing, too.”

“Oh my god, you’re so damn cheesy.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around him. “That’s what I get for taking you to that 90’s music festival.”

“Hey, don’t knock Tone Loc now.” Dean nodded. “He had hits.” He stood up and grabbed his wife’s hand. “Let’s go out right now.”

“Right now?” Sydney looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 9 PM. “Where are we going? A lot of places are starting to close!”

“Not one in particular.” Dean swept his lips over his wife’s. She melted into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. “I have big plans for us that don’t involve watching any Friends episodes whatsoever.”

She shook her head. “You can’t knock it until you’ve tried them, Dean.”

Dean kissed his wife’s temple. “No, I can knock them without ever wanting to try them, boo.”


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#LegsandLiquorStores will be out next week.

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#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar (Ellison Brothers #6)

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Blurb: 

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

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

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

He did. With a vengeance.

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

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

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


 

Unedited Snippet:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

Sweet Nectar will be out next month.

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

Stay With Me is LIVE NOW!

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Blurb: 

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

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

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

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

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

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

Ana chuckled. “I understand.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They had to make the most of it.


 

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

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Blurb:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snippet:

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi sir, can I take your order?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suona bene.” He repeated.

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

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

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

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

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


 

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

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

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Blurb:

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

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

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

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

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

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


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“I’m sorry?” Tony raised an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Half. Tambien soy dominicana.” She smiled.

I’m also Dominican.“Nice combo.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

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

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

Blurb: 

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“And where in the hell have you been?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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