SundaySnippet: State of Affairs III


The fight has only begun.

As Briana gears up for a battle to Capitol Hill, her only concern is her father and how his shooting will impact Sisters United. While her opponents seize on the opportunity, Briana wonders if she’s just another pawn in someone’s deadly game of control.

Mariana Harlow has been presented one of the best and crucial accounts of her young career – handling the PR of controversial athlete, Caleb Kelly. When she and Caleb become too close, it causes problems between her and her boyfriend/boss, Scott Reed.

Senator Jay Edwards is the most powerful man in the world and everyone knows it except for the current POTUS. When the president gives Jay a thinly-veiled threat, Jay responds in a way no one saw coming.

Money. Power. Respect. All in a day’s work.

“Gotta love liberals. You see, the one thing I respect about my fellow conservatives is that when they say they hate you, they mean it. They don’t joke around when it comes to it. But liberals? They’ll court your vote, they’ll get on stage to be with you, but once they’re elected, they don’t care. You were good for their vote and that’s it.
“It’s not a surprise that most liberals care more about DACA than they do about Black Lives Matter. But then they need to ask themselves, if they have more energy in supporting those who are not legal citizens but do not care about those who are, why are they shocked about who is currently in the White House?” Senator Edwards flashed a bright smile and stared into the camera. “So, I’ll say this to the black community – do you want support a party who cares more about illegal immigrants than your rights? Do you want to support a party who wants you to learn a second language even though you’re an American-born citizen? Do you want to support a party who only wants another white man representing your voice? The choice is up to you.
“Your fellow Democrats are trying to twist our arms into allowing illegals to have rights you don’t have. You were born into this country as a citizen and you’re treated as if you’re second-class. We’ve tried to work and reason with them and they refuse to do so. Paraphrasing the late and great Tupac Shakur, we’ll shut this bitch down if you get us pissed. Have a wonderful day, and God bless America!”

Senator Jay Edwards is not playing.
The third book in the politically explosive State of Affairs series drops this spring.

#ThrowbackThursday: Superpower (State of Affairs 2)


“What you have is a generation of men, Black men, who still want to police everything the Black woman does. Notice I didn’t say certain Black women. Notice I didn’t say a particular type of Black woman. No, I meant general. I mean all of us. And they want to police everything – our hair, our clothing, our weight, our size, our attitudes, our education and so forth. If they deem us uneducated, we’re ghetto and hoodrats. If we have education, we’re uppity bitches. If we’re free and liberated with our sexuality, we’re hoes and thots. If we like something that isn’t typical amongst Black folks, we’re trying to be White and self-haters.

“If we choose not to support a Black man for strong reasons, we’re called bitter bitches. We’re automatically the Angry Black woman who hold onto grudges. Forget that comedian that raped all those women. He created a monumental TV show so we should support him, anyway! Forget that one actor who refused to apologize for his indiscretions; we need to support his movie! And you want to know why they say that to us? Because they see how the White people look past their favorites’ indiscretions, dirty laundry, and immoral and unethical behavior. And they feel, if they do it, we should too. No, booboo.

“Now, they won’t support us. They will nitpick everything about us for the reasons I mentioned above. A Black man can create, write, produce, and direct his own TV show and is lauded. A Black woman does the same, and it’s crickets. On the screen, they’re automatically our love interests. We’ll dedicate songs to them, calling them Kings. We’re in the streets fighting for them. We give birth to these Black boys and worry every time they leave the home if they’re coming back that night.

“And what do we get in return? If a White girl does a twerk, we have Black men screaming in our ears, yelling in our faces, talking how she’s about to ‘shut us down.’ We have Black men openly saying on national TV, they don’t want to date women who have to wrap their hair up at night. They don’t want to date someone who wears a bonnet. Well, why does it matter? Are we going somewhere at 3 AM? A White woman faked her entire life story of being Black, and you had loads of Black men coming to her defense. Now, if a White man did that, would he still get a pass?

“From the time we’re born, okay? Are you still with me? From the time we’re born, we’ve been told we aren’t shit from either our fathers, our relatives, the boys on the playground, ex-boyfriends, and furthermore, society. Your hair’s nappy, get a perm. You too damn dark, try not to stay out in the sun so much. Your lips are too big. Your eyes are too wide. You have an attitude. Why are you always angry? Why are you always sad? Why, why, why?

“So finally, after years of trying to get love and acceptance and having the doors slam in our faces, you have these White men, these Latino men, these Asian men, who are beating down our doors and saying to us, ‘Let us love you. Let us treat you like the Queens you are.’ And so we let them. We marry them. We start families with them. We grow our villages with them.

“And the same Black men who verbally, emotionally, physically just beat us down are now angry at us. ‘Well, why are you sleeping with the oppressor?’ ‘How can you be pro-Black and sleep with the enemy?’ So, you have this group of Black men who do not want us, who want to beat us down, who want humiliate us at every chance, but they do not want us to date out. They do not want us to be happy with The Others. And I’m sitting here, watching all of this and thinking, ‘Well, Negro, you can’t have it your way. I’m not Burger King.’

“So, while these men are hating on us, you have their Beckys with the Good Hair keeping mum on all things social and political with them. Let me repeat that one more time for the people in the back. The Black men who hate on Black women, are messing around with their Others, who aren’t fighting for them. They’re not saying a word. They’re not out in the streets. They’re not penning essays. They’re not making any hashtags other than #yum and #sohungry.

“And these Black men are so focused on who is in my bed. What race is the person in my bed? Meanwhile, we’re letting all of these Beckys come right on in, stealing our sound, our style, our look, and our Black gold. And when I say Beckys, I’m not referring to just White women. ‘Oh, he’s okay because he’s a funny-ass White boy!’ ‘Oh, he’s all right because he’s a down-ass White dude!’ ‘Oh, she’s not a bad author because she can write better than some of these Black authors!’ I’m just wondering, you’re so concerned about who I’m sleeping with, but you have no qualms with Justin Timberlake coming into our culture, using it to his benefit, and sharing the wealth he derives with his White wife and child who will ultimately benefit? When’s the last time he’s spoken out about racial inequality? The same goes for that Australian rapper, and that Canadian kid. There have been numerous shootings and they all have been silent like the G in lasagna.”

“You’re concerned about who’s in my bed yet you have Becky and her friends stealing our African-American Vernacular English. I hear them all the time going, ‘Yassss!’ and talking about the swag they have. They’re talking about how something is so lit and their baes. They’re bad bitches on fleek. Like, OMG, that is so ghetto!” She spoke in a Valley girl voice as the hosts chuckled. Yet, are they in the streets marching with us? Are they hashtagging Black lives matter? Are they frequenting any Black businesses? Furthermore, do they have any Black friends? But they love some Black dick, don’t they?

“And then I get the whole, ‘Well, you’re not pro-Black because X. You’re not pro-Black because of Y.’ If I think I’m pro-Black, I am. How I feel about my Blackness isn’t determined on your opinion about me. The last time I checked, opinions don’t pay bills. I don’t live for you. I never have and I never will. It’s a competition nowadays to see who is the most pro-Black and there’s a checklist that one needs to follow. It’s stupid and also, it’s counterproductive.

“Now, not all Black men are like this. I’m referring to a small number of them. They are small, but boy, they are vocal. And they’re usually the ones on my social media pages. They’re the ones listening to this interview and probably tweeting at me right now because they think I made a generalization of all. They’re the ones who will purposely take what I said out of context and use it against me, saying, ‘Well, those are your words.’ And they are the ones who will do whatever they can to break me down because they feel I’m somehow inflicting pain on them, when really, I’m trying to help.

“So Marjorie, to answer your question, why am I in the streets protesting for Black men? Because despite those assholes I just mentioned, some good ones out there need my help. And those are the ones I fight for.”


Superpower is available on Amazon and other retailers.

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State of Affairs 3 will be out later this spring.

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

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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.