#TeaserTuesday: Boo’d Up



The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not this.” Savannah replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Savannah was just…everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Boo’d Up will be out this week everywhere.

The first several chapters are located here.

#TeaserTuesday: Feeling Some Type of Way


After flipping through a variety of movies that neither one of us were interested in, we finally decided to watch an indie flick. I made some popcorn and brought out sodas. I turned off the lights and made my way to my section of the sofa.

We were bookends.

Usually people sit at a relatively close distance with each other. Maybe not cuddling, but at least within arm’s reach. We were so far apart on the long sofa, I had a feeling I was in a different zip code.

We watched the movie in silence, with Ian chuckling at some parts. Not sure if he truly enjoyed the movie or if he wondered how in the hell did his Thanksgiving become such a clusterfuck? Still, he seemed to be enjoying himself no matter the case and that’s what really mattered.

“So, why is it that you don’t have a boyfriend?”

His question jarred me from the bright TV screen and I found myself stammering. Here I thought Ian was in his own mind, entertaining himself in BFE while he was really scoping my history. “Wh-wh-what do you mean?”

“If you had a boyfriend, I wouldn’t be here; he would be. Your pulchritude is legendary and your intelligence is astounding. So why are you single?”

My pulchritude is legendary? Holy shit, Batman! That’s the most incredible thing a man has ever said to me. (Pulchritude means beauty, for those who don’t know.)

If I was at a loss of words before, I’m truly stunned now. “I’m picky about who I date.”

Ian nodded as if he agreed with my stance. “Good. Too many wasteful men out there.”

I decided to flip the script on him. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“I’m just as picky,” he nodded and slouched down on the sofa, “everyone knows the Ferguson name but all they see is the flashy cars, the designer clothes, and the celebrity friends.”

“Well, that’s courtesy of you, Ian,” I pointed out. His IG account was filled with his expensive toys, celebrity friends, and vacation pics from around the world. He was definitely the flashier of the Fergusons. I’m sure he being named as one of the world’s most eligible bachelors didn’t hurt his cause.

But he was a quiet flashy, if that makes sense. Other than he switched dates as much as I switched TV channels, you never heard about him getting it poppin’ in the club or acting like an asshole like some of these celebrity wannabes. Even online (because yes, when you have a crush on someone you Google the hell out of them; don’t act like I’m the only one), his fangirls talk about their encounters with him. How handsome he was (true), how polite and kind he was (also true), and how amazing he smelled (that is damn true).

I guess when you’re a successful restaurateur at 33, you don’t have time for the unnecessary bullcrap.

“I know my role,” he shrugged as if he took the blame but he still didn’t see what was wrong, “it’s when a woman sees all of that but wonders why you can’t see her because you’re hosting a celebrity party…when you’re catering a private event…when you have to shut down the restaurant because a wealthy client wanted to celebrate his son’s bat mitzvah…” His voice trailed off and he gave a defeated shrug. It seemed to be an issue he’d dealt with for a while.

DJ Khaled always mentioned he suffered from success and I thought it was a joke. The only thing that man suffered from was too many trips to the buffet table. Now hearing Ian wax poetic, I get it. If Ian wanted to be successful on his own, it meant he couldn’t give the same focus to his dating life.

I would feel sorry for him but I’m sure as lonely as he gets, his dick stays wet as evident by our first encounter at his penthouse.

“They see the success but not the hard work that goes behind it,” I mentioned.

“Everyone does.” Ian replied. “That’s what rappers sell. That’s what those late-night scamming informercials sell. That’s what the reality shows sell. They show the big homes, the flashy cars, the designer purses and clothes. They don’t see the 12-hour days. They don’t see us working seven days a week. They don’t see us working major holidays.” Ian sighed again. “Every Valentine’s Day, I’ve spent it at my restaurants, not with a date.”

I mean, if you want a Valentine’s date in a few months, my schedule is wide open, boy. “I don’t see you crying over that.”

“Because I didn’t. They did.” Ian seemed part-remorseful and part-annoyed. Now I understand why he doesn’t have girlfriends. Too much time and energy to dedicate to a single person. Lord knows I’m needy and would want to see him all of the time.

Maybe it’s a good thing he’s just a fantasy and not reality. I had a feeling I would’ve been super disappointed.


“Yes, Ian?”

“You could scoot closer to me if you like. I promise I won’t disrespect you.”

Gotta love it when a man tells you he’ll be on his best behavior. Also gotta love it when you wish he wasn’t. This is a part of Ian I would later find out how incredibly frustrating it is. I mean, if he decided to give my ass a little smack, I don’t think I would mind that at all.

I laid my head on his chest and listened to the soft beating of his heart as his arm lazily draped over my body. He felt even better than I’d imagined. His muscular build hugged me right back. His cologne tickled every one of my senses.

Ian was better than hot cocoa on a blistering cold night. Just feeling his warmth and strength beneath me was everything.

His hand was close to my butt and if he wanted to (I wanted him to), he could’ve copped a feel.

He didn’t.

Instead, he splayed his fingers across my thighs as they slowly massaged my skin. It wasn’t sexual but sensual; almost second-nature as if he’d already done this before with me. With us.

It was a comforting feeling. It was a weird as hell feeling. We came from two different worlds and he’s already well-established in his while I’m still trying to find my way. Yet, it feels like we were supposed to connect with each other at this time, this moment.

His fingers stopped moving and I instantly noticed the sudden movement. I looked up at Ian and saw him peacefully sleeping. Damn, he even looked heavenly as he slept.

Now I was in a predicament: do I wake him up so he could sleep in my room with me? Do I leave him on the sofa? Furthermore, if he does sleep in my room, would he assume to sleep in my bed with me in it?

I guess there’s only one way to find out.

I gently shook him awake. “Ian,” his eyes slowly opened to mine, “let’s go to bed.”

He blinked at me twice. “I beg your pardon?”

“To sleep,” I emphasized, trying to convince myself. “My bed is more comfortable than this sofa.”

I helped him up and led the way to the bedroom. I removed the blankets and crawled into bed. “Your turn!”

Ian’s next move was the ultimate game-changer. He removed his shirt, revealing every bit of fantasy I had ever imagined. Good Lord, Hallelujah! Tawny skin adorned washboard abs, hardened nipples, and just-right muscular arms.

He stepped out of his jeans and I noticed he was a boxer brief man. Yes, I was staring at his crotch and I couldn’t tell you how big or small he was but I’m pretty damn sure he was just right.

He climbed in bed and cuddled right next to me. “You’re okay with me being in bed with you like this?” He asked.

I was more than okay. My tummy fluttered with anticipation while the loud pounding of my heart matched the equal thumping in the vee of my sex. If tonight was the night he was going to deflower me, this was better than any trashy novel I’ve ever read. “I’m good,” I whispered.


“Yes, Ian?”

“I won’t sleep with you tonight so you don’t have to worry about that.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll just sleep.”

Emotions are so funny. One minute, I wanted this guy to take me to Pleasure Land with a few pit stops in Ecstasy, Please Lick Me Again, and Multiple Orgasms. The next minute, I wanted to take him to a place called Blue Balls R Us.

As Ian slept with me, I stayed awake and stared up at the ceiling. We won’t date. We won’t ever be lovers. But we’ll be good friends who platonically cuddle in bed.

I’m okay with that.

For now.


Feeling Some Type of Way is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance, Kobo, Smashwords, and iTunes.

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#TeaserTuesday: Scoring Chance #newadult #contemporary #romance

“I called you in to talk to you as your boss,” Scott paused, “and potentially as your boyfriend.”

Mariana’s eyebrows shot up. Whenever Scott said something like that, it meant he was about to do a campaign that would make her jealousy go into full swing. “Oh?”

Scott blew out a quiet breath. “I’ve been given the task to jump ahead on a story before it gets messy. And I suggested to Dean and Sydney we do something to take the potential messiness out.”

Mariana tried to read Scott’s eyes but there weren’t telling anything. “What did you suggest?”

“A sex tape,” he spoke as if she asked what time it was, “so, I was wondering from a female perspective if you want to be on set when the performance art takes place?”

Mariana’s mouth dropped open. “I get to watch Dean Winchester have sex?” Her smile was wide and showed all of her teeth.

Scott was a bit uncomfortable with how excited his girlfriend was seeing another man naked. It was a soft blow to his ego. “Now, you don’t have to be there…”

“I get to watch them fuck!” Mariana shot out of her chair and bounced in her Manolo Blahniks. “Oh my gosh! I get to see it in person! I get to see him in person!” She paced Scott’s office. “I wonder if the legend of his cock is true?”

“Okay, you know I’m still right here?” Scott watched her.

Mariana laid down on the sofa and bounced in it. “I get to see my fantasy in person! This is so exciting!”

Scott crinkled his eyes and briefly pointed to himself before he relaxed his stance. “What?”

“Oh, I see you all the time!” Mariana brushed him off. “Dean is like Thor!”

Scott swallowed his pride and joined his girlfriend on the sofa. “So, would you be interested? It won’t be like a play party. You’ll have to be very professional. You’ll be Sydney’s liaison. Bobby is going to direct it. I’m thinking about calling Nick and Zerrin to get their input as well. We need to make this look like a performance art piece and not a sex tape. It has the potential of making a lot of money and taking Sydney to heights above and beyond.” He watched Mariana’s face. She still seemed like she was in a daze. “So, are you in?”

Mariana sat up with wide eyes and a wider smile. “I get to watch Thor fuck!”

“I take that as a yes.”


That awkward moment when you no longer think your dick is golden…

Scoring Chance (Breakaway V) will be out on September 6th.

COVER REVEAL: POWER PLAY #newadult #contemporary #romance



I finally put Sydney on the cover! Much credit and thanks to my husband who is my regular cover artist (he’s done about 99% of them).

Power Play will be out next month. Snippet of the first chapter is located here.

#TeaserTuesday: I Knew You Were Trouble RELEASE DAY! #newadult #contemporary #romance

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So it’s finally here…my long-awaited standalone. It’s so weird to write a standalone since I’m used to writing series books but it was fun. I think there will be more standalone titles in the future.

Purchase information located here. I hope you enjoy and please leave a review! 🙂

Oh, and one side-note…THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU for making the first book in the Breakaway series place within the Top 100 Free ebooks on Amazon!!!!! Spread the word so we can get it to #1!


#SexySunday: I Knew You Were Trouble #nook #kindle #ebook #diverse #romance

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Julian crushed his lips onto hers, pinning her against the refrigerator door as his hands wandered all over her body. He playfully squeezed her breasts before making his way down to her midsection.

Have mercy on me, please… Kaia softly moaned as she drank him in. He tasted of warmth, pleasure, and a bit of liquor. His kissed with deep hunger and exploration, as if he wanted to savor every bit of her mouth and hold on to the memory. His tongue expertly played with hers again, and it seemed they never lost a step.

He pinned both arms above her head and moved her against the refrigerator. He stared deeply into her eyes and smiled that sexy smile of his. A free hand cupped her face and softly caressed her neck. “Mi alma,” he purred against her ear. My soul. “Kaia…”

She moaned in response to his words, his scent, and his touch. Her heartbeat was deafening. Her brain was frazzled and dizzy. Everything she knew about him, about them, dissipated into the thin cold air.

He pressed his body against hers and Kaia felt his heartbeat. It was just as fast as hers, yet he remained fully in control. He lifted up one of her legs while the other wrapped around his waist.

She felt him. All of him. Pressing against her. Fitting like a glove.


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#ManicMonday – I Knew You Were Trouble #newadult #romance #contemporary #ebook #kindle #nook

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Rekindling the flame or just keeping each other company?

When Julian Rodriguez has to stay behind and attend to business matters, Kaia McCrae offers him to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas with her and her family. Julian returns the favor by requesting her presence as he visits New York to see his family. While they pair have told their families their relationship is just platonic, no one quite buys what the music pair is selling.

Will the former lovers finally get past their issues and rekindle their romance? Or will it be business as usual?

I Knew You Were Trouble is a New Adult romance that deals with second chances, forgiveness, and renewed love.

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If she were smart, she wouldn’t give my sorry ass another shot.

But Kaia is too smart for her own good and mine as well. She’ll give me another chance, though I don’t deserve it.

There are people that come into your life and make such a profound impact, you’ll never forget them. You may not talk to them anymore. Hell, you may not even be cool with those people. But you’ll never forget them. You’ll never forget how they made you feel. You’ll never forget how you made them feel. Good, bad, ugly, beautiful. It’s a part of life.

Kaia McCrae was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

I don’t believe in love, at least for myself. It’s not that I don’t like love or I’m some anti-love asshole. I just never had time for love. Once women find out how much money you’re worth and the connections you have, that tends to dry up the dating pool really fucking quick. While I can never say I’ve been lonely, I’ve spent more time alone than I should’ve.

Then I met her.

It was a company rule: no fraternization.

Being in the music industry, it was a ridiculously impossible rule to enforce and I think it was just there for shits and giggles. Artists date each other all of the time. Executives date the artists as well. Some of the relationships are real. Some are strictly for PR purposes because we need to sell albums and get promotion. Trust me, it happens a lot more than you think.

With Kaia, though, it was real. Too real. Me dio un flechazo. Cupid gave me an arrow wound.

It’s like she breathed life into my soul and her love blanketed me. It was like licking honey off a thorn, as that old saying goes. Everything I knew before her was nothing. Everything I’ve known since her has been worthless. I’ve never been in love until I met her. It was weird, painful, awkward, yet beautiful.

And I blew it. I completely fucking blew it.

I miss us. I miss the people we were before everything happened. I miss laying in bed with her, smelling her vanilla and mango-scented hair as I wrapped my legs around hers and pulled her close. Now we can’t even look at each other without some sadness in our eyes, more anger in hers.

I have one more shot to get it right, to get us right. If I don’t, that’s it. She’ll never trust me again and I will deserve every last bit of misery that comes my way.


I Knew You Were Trouble is a standalone romance. It’ll be out next month!

#ManicMonday: Face-off #newadult #romance #contemporary #nook #kindle #ebook

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“Tell me you want it,” He commanded.

Sydney forced her eyes open and locked them with his. It was just them in the universe. No hockey deals. No meddling exes. Nothing but them in that moment.

“I want it,” she pleaded, “I want you.”

He stripped off her top and bra before he lowered his mouth to one breast. His tongue played with the hardened nub as a free hand caressed the other. He then moved his fingers to Sydney’s mouth and she willingly suckled on them, anxious to feel his shaft in her. He trailed his tongue down her chest to her navel and finally ended at the beginning of her pink lace panties. He lowered his head and briefly sniffed her essence and sighed. He loved the way she smelled, tasted, and tightly felt around him.

Dean hooked his thumbs underneath her panties and slowly pulled them down before he climbed back to the slick dampness of her. He opened her thighs and began to pleasure her, enjoying her while a free hand held her down.

Sydney panted and sighed as she responded to every touch from him. Pleasure rippled through her body like a steady current as her feet dug into his shoulders. Pleasure she’d never known from a love she never thought she’d experience. It was almost overwhelming.

It slowly rumbled out of her body, starting at the pit of her stomach and traveling down to the curl of her feet when the climax finally broke through. She arched off the bed into a soft cry before Dean shot up and kissed her. He sank into her and drove so deep and fast, as if he were claiming her once again.

The thrusts quickened to a hard and heavy pace as they rode each other. Tongues tangled, fingers intertwined, and bodies collided. She went over the edge first, followed by him. As they laid together, coming down from their highs, Sydney lazily played with the ring and sighed.

“Okay, I forgive you.”

Face-off, the final book in the Breakaway series, is available at All Romance, Apple, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.

Face-off #newadult #contemporary #romance #kindle #nook #ebook

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Today is Face-off’s release date. As I type this, it’s not yet posted on Amazon. It’ll be on All Romance, Barnes & Noble (tomorrow), and Smashwords later.

Here is a snippet from the first chapter. I hope you all enjoy. 🙂

The things a man would do for some ass.

As Dean looked down at his getup, he wondered if Sydney had any hidden cameras inside her home. He was not about to have a photographic evidence of him channeling his inner John Wayne. He wanted to ask her why she had a pair of assless chaps but he decided against his better judgment. Some things weren’t meant to be known.

He could admit he looked damn good in them. It made his dick look bigger and honestly, that’s all that mattered. “Who am I supposed to be again?”

“John Smith!” She yelled from the bedroom.

“And who are you supposed to be?”

“Pocohontas!” She yelled. “The Disney kind where we’re both the same age. Not the real life one where she’s an 11-year-old and you’re a pedophile.”

“Okay, that’s not exactly sexy talk right now,” Dean advised.

Sydney appeared from her bedroom and slowly walked down the stairs. Her costume barely covered her tits and ass and that was the intention. Her long, black hair was straightened to a shiny perfection. She made a beeline to her boyfriend. “You have the cure to save my people, Captain.”

Dean felt his dick twitch and fire burned in his eyes. His girlfriend looked incredibly hot and all he wanted to do was get inside her. “What cure is that, Pocohontas?”

“It’s right…” she caressed his dick and it sprung to life in her hands. “…here.”

Jesus. Dean was about to melt but maintained his composure. “I see,” he swallowed.

“What can I do to get the cure?” She softly asked.

“You could kiss it before I have to take other measures,” he advised.

Sydney lowered herself down to her knees and softly stroked her boyfriend. She kissed the underside of his shaft before inserting into her hot mouth. She slowly sucked him while she played with his balls. “Like this, Captain?”

Dean leaned against the wall and watched Sydney devour him over and over. She was better than any porno he’d ever watched. “Just like that.” When he felt like he was about to explode, he abruptly stopped her. “I think I know where the cure is.”

“Where is it?”

He lifted her to stand and spread her thighs apart. His fingers played with her wet slit. “Here. I need to access it.”

Sydney’s thighs tingled and her sex clenched in want. Heat coursed through her body and she struggled to be still as he played with her. “How can I help you?”

“I have an idea.” Desire coated his words. He picked her up and carried her to the doorway. “Hold on.”

Sydney held onto the top of the doorway as Dean spread her thighs apart and began to pleasure her. He used long strokes before turning into a rapid-fire motion. “I need to hear you scream my name.”

“Oh Captain,” Sydney panted as the orgasm unraveled in her body. “My Captain!” She screamed in ecstasy.

“Good girl.” Dean smiled. His dick was primed for action. “Now I can finally get the cure.” He lowered Sydney down and quickly grabbed a condom. He sheathed himself before lifting her up again and lowering her onto him. He moved to a wall for support. “Hold on.”

Sydney wrapped her legs around her boyfriend as he slowly moved inside her, sneaking in kisses before burying his face into her neck. He dragged his lips to hers, drinking from her with each taste as he encouraged her to let go. “Take it, take it,” he moaned in her ear.

Short, sporadic breaths followed by prayers and profanities escaped Sydney’s mouth. She’d released everything to him as he gave it back to her. Her life was perfect – the perfect love, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect friends, and the perfect family. She’d felt her heart soar and her mind free from the past.

Dean was everything and he chose her.

He gradually increased his tempo, driving into her with such force that she banged against the wall. Her slick and wet heat clamped down with each movement as she felt the first coils of an impending climax. Her legs began to shake as the orgasm ripped through her, shortly followed by him.

Their breathing slowed as they reveled in orgasmic bliss. “Your neighbors hate me now,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I say that’s probably accurate.”

#SexySunday: Face-off #nook #kindle #newadult #contemporary

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Roman opened the door. He wore a simple tank top and jeans and his long hair was tied in its standard loose bun at the back of his neck. His studious eyes drank Sydney in and a sexy smirk spread across his lips. “Yes?”

“I was wrong.” Sydney shivered in the pouring rain. “You were right about him. That is all.” She began to leave.

Roman grabbed Sydney and pulled her body against his. He tilted her chin up so she looked directly into his eyes. Fire burned in her irises while desire appeared in his. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” she truthfully answered, “I just don’t know anymore.”

Roman picked her up and carried her into his home. “I’ll help you figure it out.”

Face-off, the last book in the Breakaway trilogy, will be out this Friday.