#SundaySnippet: Superpower (State of Affairs II) #romance #contemporary #newadult

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Blurb:

Every Queen needs a King.

Briana Gooding has a lot on her plate and being a full-time social activist leaves little time for romance. When the NFL’s most controversial quarterback approaches her, she suddenly finds time.

NFL standout Caleb Kelly is known for his exciting plays on the field and his messy personal life that leaves many women thirsty to be a part of his harem. When he decided to take a controversial stance against the National Anthem, he found a strong ally in Briana. It’s only a matter of time before the activists are viewed as the country’s most dangerous couple and harassment ensues.

Senator Jay Edwards and his wife, Sanora, are making big plans for Briana and Caleb and have no qualms being their private support. When their detractors threaten those plans, it’s time to use a deadly reminder to show who’s really in charge.

All is fair in sex, love, and power.

Superpower is the second book in the State of Affairs series. It deals with social justice, activism, political aspirations, and if true love conquers all. It is an erotic romance.


Unedited Snippet:

Briana was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize the other bar patrons suddenly disappeared and she was left alone. Soon, several men in business suits surrounded the bar and faced outward.

Briana stiffened as she realized what was happening. Was she about to be kidnapped? Did someone go through an elaborate setup to threaten her? Briana didn’t care a weapon on her, though she briefly thought about carrying a pocket knife. Now she wished she had it with her.

“Excuse me?” She asked aloud to no one in particular. “What’s going on?”

“All clear, sir.” One of the men spoke into a small microphone.

“Sir?” Briana repeated and she turned around. Dressed in an open collar business suit and carried a swag that was only learned with age, Senator Jay Edwards calmly walked inside the hotel bar and sat next to Briana at the bar.

Jay had an inexplicable swag about him that could only be felt, not described. He carefully wielded his power and silently dared anyone to test him. It was how he became a force to be reckoned with in Congress, and the policymaker everyone hated to love and loved to hate.

The bartender suddenly reappeared and Jay ordered a cocktail. Once the bartender returned with Jay’s drink, Jay calmly slid an Ulysses Grant towards the man, who quickly left.

Briana was impressed. Upon further research of Jay, his wealth matched his power. His parents’ net worth was around 600 million but Jay’s own wealth was around 400 million. He and a business partner made a lot of money from their winery, along with other businesses where he was a silent investor. It was heavily rumored his wife, Jessica, was a billionaire in her own right but no one could ever confirm the information.

If Briana assumed correctly, no one could confirm anything because the Edwards purposely made it difficult for anyone to find out more than they needed to know. “Hello, Senator.”

“I love it when you call me Senator,” Jay smiled at her. “How are you, Briana?”

“I’m very well,” she took a sip of wine, “I didn’t know Secret Service protected senators,” Briana glanced around.

“By Executive Order of the President,” Jay answered. He took another sip of whiskey and swirled the sweet honey liquor around in his mouth. “The last two Presidents made sure I was under protection and I’m pretty sure this upcoming one will do the same.”

Briana read between what Jay said. It was clear he was dangerous and valuable. The question was who would benefit the most from Jay’s knowledge? “You have that much dirt on everyone?”

“I don’t have any dirt on anyone,” Jay replied, his deep baritone comforting Briana’s ears. “I just make good on promises.”

“Promises of what?” She asked.

“Whatever I want them to be,” his eyes cut at her and a quick glance he eyed her attire from her feet to her earrings. She wore jeans, a black sweater, and boots. Her locs were pulled into a loose bun at the back of her neck and she went make-up free. She looked wonderful and smelled like honey and chai.

His cobalt blue eyes smoldered with a hint of sensuality and flickered with power. “And I never break a promise.”


 

Superpower is going to be a full-fledged novel so the release date will be pushed back a little. I will have the first three chapters or so on wattpad, hopefully, by the end of this week.

Superpower will be available everywhere (and in print!) on a release date TBA.

 

#ManicMonday: Scoring Chance (Breakaway V) #newadult #contemporary #romance

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How do you art?

The camera panned to an image of Sydney, slowly painting an image of four black women in various hairstyles – an Afro, long hair, short hair, and braids. An image across the screen titled the image as “Sisterhood.”

I become my art. I like to feel the textures, the colors, and smell the surface. I like to hear it.

The camera panned to Sydney pressing her ear to the canvas.

My art speaks to me. It tells me what I should next. It tells me what to feel. If I don’t feel it, neither can you.

The next image was the jaw-dropper – Dean approached Sydney from behind and the couple began kissing. He kissed her all over her body and hoisted her against a different canvas. They began to move together in unison as they both gasped and clutched each other.

The scene was cut by an image of Sydney in front of a beach, sipping a drink out of a coconut. The next image was of her singing karaoke in front of a crowd and a homemade video of her and Dean kissing, which was spliced with another erotic image of Sydney riding Dean on their sofa.

It was clear the couple were having sex, though no images below the waist were seen. Instead, it looked like a hot scene from a PG-13 movie.

Their wedding rings were clearly shown.

The last scene was a time-lapse video of Sydney painting a new picture of now-infamous footballer Caleb Kelly, who protested against the National Anthem. It was Caleb kneeling in front of the American flag, wearing his football uniform. Behind the flag were images of the United States’ dirty history – the Native American genocide, the Japanese interment camps, African slavery, Jim Crow laws, sundown towns, anti-immigration, and Islamophobia.

The caption read, “#NeverForget.”

So let me ask you…how do you art?


 

Scoring Chance is available NOW! Click here for details.

Book 6 in the Breakaway series will be out in a few months.

#ThrowbackThursday: Face-Off #newadult #contemporary #romance

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“You do this all the time?”

Dean glanced over to his girlfriend as she entered the bathroom. He was in the middle of trimming his beard before he showered. “I have to keep it nice and neat.”

She hopped up on the counter and watched him meticulously cut his beard. His eyes narrowed as he pinched a small pocket of hair and carefully trimmed across. “I thought you paid someone to do that?”

“Oh no. Too many barbers get scissor-happy with me and want me to look all metrosexual and shit,” Dean slightly shook his head, “I only trust myself with these scissors.”

“Do you trust me?”

Dean paused in a mid-trim and read his reaction in the mirror. A fury of emotions flashed across his face. Distrust. Apprehension. Fear. The last one he figured was due to a possibility of being stabbed in the throat.

He swallowed and let out a small sigh before he looked over to his smiling girlfriend. He really wanted to tell her, ‘fuck, no’ but he also knew he didn’t have to speak every thought that went into his mind. A woman with a sharp pair of scissors close to his chin and neck didn’t sound a like a good time to him. It did sound silly that he trusted Sydney enough to move in with him but not enough to trim his beard.

Love was a funny thing. “Um, sure, babe.” He handed the scissors over to her and stood in between her legs. “Go ahead.”

Sydney grabbed a small inch of hair and neatly trimmed in line with the others. She examined Dean’s face to see if it looked even and was proud of her achievement. She grabbed another inch and trimmed when Dean suddenly yelled. “Ow!”

Sydney stiffened and swallowed. “Damn it!” She grabbed her mouth in worry and hoped she didn’t cause too much bloodshed. “Are you okay?” Dean leaned over and chuckled in response. “Yo, that’s so not funny!”

“I thought you cut me, babe,” he chuckled.

“Okay, okay, I’ll be more careful next time,” she conceded.

Dean remained in between Sydney’s legs as she continued to trim his beard. “You got pretty close, though. You got close.”


 

Face-Off (Breakaway #3) is available NOW.

Scoring Chance (Breakaway #5) will be available over the weekend!

#SundaySnippet: War

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“You’re still mad I’m his wife, huh?” Faith smirked.

“Are you his wife?” Simone asked. “Or are you Eli’s mammy?”


 

I’m tackling the issue of online bullying in the War book. I’m seriously considering asking those who’s ever said a bad word about me to tell me via e-mail so I can put their name and quote in the beginning of the book.

I’m also asking other people name them and they’ll get a free book out of it. And of course, I’ll list the author and reading group where it was said.

Help me help you.

War’s release date TBD.

#FlashFriday: First 3 Chapters of Scoring Chance!

As promised, here are the first three chapters of Scoring Chance! Cover reveal coming soon!!

Scoring Chance will be out on September 6th.

 

#TeaserTuesday: Scoring Chance #kindle #newadult #romance

Originally, I was going to release the first full chapter. After writing it, I discovered it’s quite long, so I’m going to give snippets of the first chapter every week until release date, which is tentatively scheduled for September 6th.

The first chapter, as you will find out, will answer a few questions. It’ll also raise a few more. I can’t say any more than that.

I hope you enjoy! xoxoxo


 

Unedited Snippet:

One

The road to Vegas was a long drive. Nothing but desert, hidden cities in the nook of California and Nevada, and long thoughts. People were in a hurry, yet no one was despicable about it.

As she rested her bare feet on the dashboard of her ex’s tricked-out SUV, Sydney Walker settled back into her seat as Prince’s “17 Days” blared through the speakers. The air conditioner gently blew on her dark locks and she closed her eyes to relish everything.

Everything was almost perfect.

Almost.

A slow grin spread on her face when she felt his hand cup her inner left thigh. She slowly moved her head towards his and gave a lazy smile. It was heaven being with him again. A week apart was a week too long. It was then she realized how much she needed him in her life, and not just wanted him around.

Dean Winchester.

He’d changed into a t-shirt and jeans when they went back to his home to pack for their spontaneous Vegas adventure. The clothing barely contained his lean, muscular frame and the suave masculinity inside him. His blonde hair shined in the sunlight while his beard, something he spent a lot of time meticulously trimming, was perfectly shaped.

His cologne, heavy with musk and wood scent, wafted in the contained space. Sydney took a long inhale of it and smiled. She missed the smell of him. She couldn’t describe other than it was absolutely powerful and panty-wetting. He’d often mixed his colognes but this scent was pure Dean.

Hidden behind dark sunglasses were his light green eyes and Sydney briefly wondered what was going on in that head of his. Was everything a mistake? Were they just a couple who should quit each other but simply can’t? What was the real deal?

Maybe he’d forgiven her sooner than she’d realized. When he was in the shower, she packed his bag and got everything he needed, just like she used to do when he had to travel for a road series. She waited downstairs and kept herself entertained with T.V. when he suddenly appeared, shirtless and wet.

“Did you want anything to drink?” His baritone voice interrupted her viewing time.

“Um…” She swallowed as she struggled to maintain her composure. Water beaded on his muscular chest and a steady, but small trail crawled over his six-pack. She blushed at seeing his physique, though she’d seen it a hundred times.

It was different because even though they weren’t together, her body and heart reminded her she would always belong to him. “No, I’m good.”

“Sure?” He took a long gulp of water. “I have plenty to offer you here.”

Sydney’s chest tightened with hope. What was Dean really saying? “Are we still talking about beverages?”

Dean smiled and shook his head. His green eyes danced with love and his dimples formed in both cheeks. “No.”

They both knew he didn’t have to come down to the kitchen, let alone almost naked. But he did, anyway. It was a silent but powerful gesture to Sydney – he wanted her around.

They stopped by her loft so she could pack her things and it was the first time Dean stood inside it. He was impressed by the length their boss went through to make sure the couple was happy with his purchase, though Dean still didn’t believe the loft was ever for him.

Open, floor to ceiling length windows. An open foyer. Sleek kitchenware and appliances. Large bedrooms with generously sized bathrooms. If Dean wanted to believe the billionaire magnate Ian Ferguson, he would say it was a very nice purchase for a betrothed couple.

Dean – as well as Ian – knew the purchase was for Sydney and Sydney only.

It didn’t matter. A cordial phone call to Ian a few days ago made sure Dean would be the sole owner of the million-dollar property with Sydney’s name in all of the bills.

They broke up a week prior and needed the time away from each other. They moved too fast, they admitted. They didn’t trust each other enough, they accepted. They needed to work on themselves before they could be together, they acknowledged.

They also realized – they were nothing if they weren’t together.

The station turned to A Tribe Called Quest’s “Can I Kick It?” and Sydney watched Dean slowly nod his head along to the hip-hop beat. He mouthed along Q-Tip’s rhymes and felt more at ease.

It didn’t matter where they were. As long as she was with him in some form, she was content.

Now what?

#SundaySnippet: Scoring Chance (Breakaway V) #newadult #contemporary #romance

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“Can you pull over?” She asked.

“Is everything okay?” He glanced over.

“Just pull over,” she shook her head.

“Okay,” Dean signaled right and pulled over on the side of the road. He watched Sydney unbuckle and get out of her seat. He turned off the truck and followed suit. “What’s up?”

Sydney felt her heart pound through her chest. She shook out her hands because the stress tightened the limbs. She spoke so fast, she competed with Mellie from Scandal. “I had sex with Ian when we broke up. It was just sex and he was the one that encouraged us to get back together. He’s going to be my manager but I swear nothing else will ever happen between us. I just wanted to get this off my chest because you’re talking about us having a new start, and you just played one of my all-time favorite Prince songs, and I started thinking about us having babies and you’re teaching our son, Bobby, how to play hockey. And I’m teaching our daughter, Betty, how to paint. And we live back in your big ol’ beach house and we go to the ocean during the weekends, and we have cookouts with my family, because Black people do cookouts and not BBQs, and I just was thinking about our future and I needed to get everything off my chest so we can have one!” She finally exhaled a deep breath.

Dean blinked at his ex-girlfriend as he processed what she just revealed. He only had one question, “Bobby and Betty?”


 

I’m not really a fan of those names either, Syd.

Scoring Chance (Breakaway V) will be out the week of September 1st.

#TeaserTuesday: Way Back Now #romance #contemporary

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“I just hate that you think you can waltz back into my life like nothing ever happened between us and I’m supposed open my arms and legs to you like a Snuggie?” Aliana asked. “Whatever! Bye, Felicia!”

“First off, it was a chance opportunity between us and that’s something even you can’t deny. I didn’t expect to sleep with you but if it happens, well, yes, that would be pretty awesome.” Steve added. “Second, who’s Felicia?”

“It’s a saying…”Alicia gesticulated. “….like have you ever seen Friday?”

“Friday?” Steve shrugged.

“You know, Ice Cube? Chris Tucker?” She looked in his eyes for any validation and it was a blank slate. “Deebo? Big Worm?”

“Now, I recognize the first two but the last ones?” He asked. “Are these peoples’ real names?”


 

Way Back Now is slated to drop later this month or early September. Not your typical second-chance, May-December romance. (Sensual, not erotic.)

#TeaserTuesday: The Ex-Factor #erotica #contemporary #romance #kindle

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He appeared at her suite and Mariana opened the door. His breath was stolen when he saw her. She wore a white Herve Ledger bandage dress with matching Manolo Blahniks. The dress hugged every curve and accentuated her perfectly rounded ass and thick thighs. Her hair was in a half up-do and her signature loose waves flowed down her back. Her makeup was light and natural, with nudes and browns to highlight her complexion. “What do you think?” She smiled.

“Breathtaking,” he whispered.

Mariana swallowed her nerve. She expected him to say nice or lovely, even. But breathtaking? She felt she needed to change her panties already. “Thank you. Please come in.”

Scott entered her room carrying a small gift bag. “For you.”

Mariana gave a shy smile. Scott loved to spoil her and her closet was evidence of it. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know but I wanted to.” He handed her the gift. “Open it. I want you to wear it tonight.”

Mariana took the small gift bag and looked at the brand. It was from Solomon Brothers. She’d never heard of them but she knew Scott had exquisite taste. She took out the large velvet box and opened it. Her mouth dropped to the floor once she saw the amethyst and pave diamond pendant shining back at her. She didn’t know how much it cost but she was very sure it wasn’t cheap. “This is beautiful.”

“Only the best for you,” Scott sat beside her and removed the pendant from the box. Mariana held up her hair as he placed the necklace on her. “Go take a look at yourself, baby.”

Mariana walked over to the mirror and touched the pendant. It looked amazing against her light brown skin and added the pop of color she needed. “This is so beautiful, Scott.”

“You’re welcome,” he stood behind her with his hands in his pockets, “I love the way my money looks on you.”

She softly chuckled. She loved the way he spoiled her. It was something she’d quickly gotten used to. “Shall we go?”

He held out his arm and Mariana interlocked her arm with his. “Let’s go.”


Have you picked up your copy?

The Ex-Factor is available at Amazon, All Romance, and Smashwords. Still waiting for the Barnes & Noble link.

#FlashFriday: Untitled #contemporary #romance #nook #kindle #ebook

Yes, I know this is yet another untitled book. I have a few working titles but I don’t know where I’m going with them quite yet. I’m leaning towards a variation of Favorite Mistake (His Favorite Mistake/Her Favorite Mistake/Their Favorite Mistake).

Blurb to come later. It’s a May-December romance so my characters are a bit older than what I usually write and the age gap is wider.

I did find a muse for my heroine when she was younger:

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Model @misskellykel

Isn’t she gorgeous? Of course, the newest picture of Adina Howard brought me to my knees and inspired me for my muse when she’s older in the story:

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Yeah, she’s 43. Won’t. God. Do. It?

So, the story is an interesting one. I won’t reveal too much but I will say it does take place at one point in the characters lives and then restart again at a more recent point. So, you could say it takes place over 20 years. But yeah, it’s a different type of story. It probably won’t be erotic but very sensual, with a few naughty bits. It definitely won’t be an erotica.

Enough babbling, onto the snippet…


 

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

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

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

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

“God, I missed this pussy,” he moaned in her ear as he drove into her. He trailed his tongue from her ear to her neck, increasing his tempo as she softly moaned and clawed at his back.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

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

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

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

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

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


 

Untitled is scheduled to be released sometime in August. Details to come.