Her Ocean is now LIVE!

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Blurb: 

She freed her mind. He soon followed.

Aaliyah Smith never fully recovered from the devastating heartbreak her ex gave her years ago, going as far as moving out of the state and into a completely different time zone. Aaliyah knows as much as anyone, no matter how much white sage she burns, when the universe speaks to her, she needs to listen.

Ocean Ellison made the biggest mistake of his life when he left his ex without so much as saying a goodbye. Now he’s back to reclaim her and have her by his side as he solidifies his family’s legacy in the nation’s capitol.

He wants to unbreak her heart. She’s not sure if he deserves the privilege.

Her Ocean is a prequel erotic novella to Watercolors.


 

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So, this was supposed to be released last week but I’m in the process of moving so all things writing had to be delayed until I had internet connection. As always, my stories (even if they are novellas) are usually longer than I intend them to be so it’ll be another week before this is out. But hey, good news for you! You get more money for your 99 cents.


Blurb: 

She freed her mind. He soon followed.

Aaliyah Smith never fully recovered from the devastating heartbreak her ex gave her years ago, going as far as moving out of the state and into a completely different time zone. Aaliyah knows as much as anyone, no matter how much white sage she burns, when the universe speaks to her, she needs to listen.

Ocean Ellison made the biggest mistake of his life when he left his ex without so much as saying a goodbye. Now he’s back to reclaim her and have her by his side as he solidifies his family’s legacy in the nation’s capitol.

He wants to unbreak her heart. She’s not sure if he deserves the privilege.

Her Ocean is a prequel erotic novella to Watercolors.


Unedited Snippet: 

“It seems Brittany and Paul got off to a good start,” Ocean began as he drove Aaliyah home.

Aaliyah chuckled and shook her head. Brittany fell in love hard and fast, already mapping out how her last name would sound at the end of the second date. She was stuck to Paul’s side all night and Aaliyah honestly wondered if it was the drinks that made Brittany stay with him or the fact that she genuinely liked Paul. “She’s a character, but she has a good heart.”

“Well, she’s friends with you so I imagine she would be.” He glanced over at her.

Aaliyah’s body sighed with want and anticipation. Ocean’s deep voice was heavy, a soft rasp, and completely sensual. Had she ever lusted for a man she’d barely knew? Where were her morals? “Sometimes I’m not the best judge of character.”

“We all slip and fall, it’s just a matter of how many times we get back up.” The GPS indicated they’d arrived at Aaliyah’s apartment complex. Ocean found a place to park and got out of the car. He walked over to Aaliyah’s passenger door and opened for her. “After you, milady.” He held out a hand.

Aaliyah stared at Ocean’s hand for a few beats before she met eyes with him again. Heat slid between her thighs and spread throughout her body as she grabbed his hand. They walked together with his hand holding the small of her back as they passed through the courtyard and up the stairs to the second floor.

She lived in an old, weathered building that had seen better days. There numerous cracks in the bathroom walls and mold she couldn’t reach, despite how tall she was. Her floor had cracks within it, and the heater only worked when it felt like it. She constantly had to battle her neighbors for laundry privileges and paid the price when one neighbor felt she needed to clean the machines with bleach, effectively ruining most of Aaliyah’s towels.

Aaliyah took everything in stride. The rent-controlled apartment covered the important parts – shelter, electricity, and running water. Everything else was a luxury she probably didn’t need.

She felt embarrassed that Ocean’d seen where she lived, but he was insistent on driving her home. Maybe a part of him didn’t care as evidenced by his used Honda Accord.

“So this is me,” Aaliyah stopped at her apartment. A part of her wanted to invite Ocean in and a part of her wanted him to at least respect the fact she wasn’t about to bust it wide open. The fight between her loins and her brain was always a tough one. “Thank you for a wonderful evening. I really enjoyed it.”

“You’re welcome.” Ocean moved in closer. “I would like to have dinner with you sometime next week. You choose the place and I’ll pick you up.”

Aaliyah felt the warmth and energy radiating from Ocean, causing her to blow out a shaky breath. He silently demanded all of her attention and time, and she was upset she didn’t argue how insane it sounded in her brain. “Sounds good.”

Ocean cupped Aaliyah’s face and caressed her cheek with a finger. She was so damn beautiful, it pained him. She was going to be his, it was just a matter of when. “Not tonight. I want us both to be completely sober for it.”

Aaliyah wanted to argue but she couldn’t. Ocean was right, despite how much it pained her. “I agree.”

“But I can’t leave without this,” he swept his lips over hers.

Aaliyah softly moaned as his tongue explored the corners of her mouth. His kiss stole her thoughts, confused her feelings, and messed with her religion. It was power, it was a declaration he had over her that words could not form.

“Next week,” he pulled away and Aaliyah’s body moaned at the loss, “we’ll do it all.”

Aaliyah barely opened her eyes and glanced at Ocean. Her resolve was broken, her heart was spinning, and her brain didn’t know what was going on. Her body did know she wanted to feel every part of Ocean inside of her. “All?”

Ocean swept his lips across hers again, gently sucking on the bottom one. “Everything.”

#TeaserTuesday: Her Ocean (Ellison Brothers #3)

 

Blurb: 

She freed her mind. He soon followed.

Aaliyah Smith never fully recovered from the devastating heartbreak her ex gave her years ago, going as far as moving out of the state and into a completely different time zone. Aaliyah knows as much as anyone, no matter how much white sage she burns, when the universe speaks to her, she needs to listen.

Ocean Ellison made the biggest mistake of his life when he left his ex without so much as saying a goodbye. Now he’s back to reclaim her and have her by his side as he solidifies his family’s legacy in the nation’s capitol.

He wants to unbreak her heart. She’s not sure if he deserves the privilege.

Her Ocean is a prequel erotic novella to Watercolors.


 

Unedited Snippet: 

Ocean entered Watercolors with System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” immediately blasting in his ears. His lips curved into a sensual smile as he remembered how Aaliyah always liked heavy metal. Her playlist always consisted of Guns N’ Roses, AC/DC, Def Leppard, and Iron Maiden.

Ocean was more R&B and soul music and his playlist reflected his tastes, showcasing Labelle, Al B. Sure!, Jagged Edge, and Sade. Somehow during the course of their relationship, he became a fan of Guns N’ Roses, while Aaliyah enjoyed Faith Evans.

He softly chuckled thinking their music tastes should’ve been a clue they weren’t equally yoked but Ocean never listened to reason when it came to matters of the heart. Either it worked, or it didn’t.

Seeing the fire behind his ex’s eyes, he’d wished to hell he tried harder to make it work.

He pointed to the stereo system and motioned his hand downward, effectively telling Aaliyah to lower it. She huffed out her chest and stared at him for a brief moment before abiding his request, turning it off. “Is that better?” Her voice was rife with irritation.

“Much.” Ocean grinned. “I hope you could get me in for a touch-up.”

Aaliyah crossed her arms. They both knew Ocean didn’t just fly across the country for a tattoo touch-up when he had his choice of any tattoo artist in his native California to go to. “I’m curious as to why you’re here wasting my time,” she retorted.

“You’re the best in the country and it’s something we both know. Besides you did the first one and it’s only fair that you’re the one that touches it up.” Ocean pulled out a wad of cash and fanned it out. “I’m sure this will cover your time being wasted.”

Aaliyah didn’t have to count the number of Benjamin Franklins in front of her. She already knew the touch-up was not that much and Ocean was proving a point to her. If she wanted to channel her inner Maxine Waters and reclaim her time, Ocean would gladly help her with a scholarship.

She didn’t know if she wanted to fight him or fuck him. “I’ll be right back, Senator.” She turned to get her tools ready.

Ocean’s blue eyes glittered. “Thank you.”

Aaliyah disappeared into the back room and cursed the universe for taunting her. She drank alkaline water. She meditated. She did yoga. She didn’t eat red meat and just barely gave up her beloved blended iced coffees.

She smudged her home at least twice a week and always before she cooked. She occasionally divulged into gossip, but she kept to herself and didn’t participate in drama. Her skin was clear, her health was damn near perfect, and her business was booming.

And yet, the universe decided to fuck with her head just a little by sending him back to her. Fuck my life.

He’s the reason why she stayed away from bars. He’s the reason why she didn’t want to date any professional men ever again. He’s the reason why she was turned off with politics and everything that it entailed, despite what was going on in the country.

She hated the fact she still had feelings for his fine ass. If he were just a fling that she happened to see, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But Ocean…just saying his name made a yearning appear between her thighs she had long forgot about.

Aaliyah blew out a deep breath and said a small prayer. “Lord help me, please.” Straight and to the point, she hoped He received the message.

She returned to the main room and didn’t bother to make contact with her ex. She felt his eyes boring into her body. His eyes always spoke for him when he couldn’t find the proper words. It was something all of the Ellison men had in common – their presence spoke before they said a word.

Aaliyah was tempted to ask how did Ocean get security detail for a first-term senator but she already knew the answer – he was an Ellison; he would get whatever he wanted no matter the cost.

“You know the routine, Senator.” She instructed.

Ocean removed his jacket and handed to a security man who appeared next to him. He removed his shirt and walked up to Aaliyah. “Is this better, Ms. Tattooer?”

Aaliyah felt the heat radiate off Ocean and felt her breath caught in her throat. He was the only man who could turn her into a bumbling fool with his mere presence. The warmth of his body, the masculinity of his touch, and the musky, almost sweet smell off his skin made her thighs quiver with anticipation.

She turned around and lightly gasped at the beauty of him. His dark brown hair was perfectly coiffed. His sparkling blue eyes stood out in the dark sky. He was muscular, toned, with some hair on his chest, leading down to his navel.

He’d always kept in ridiculous shape and being a doctor, he wanted to be the example to his patients. He would get on Aaliyah about eating McDonald’s, but whenever she made fried chicken, he always helped himself.

As Aaliyah swallowed the lump in her throat and eyeballed the ubiquitous Aaliyah tattoo that was across her ex’s chest, she remembered the details of how said tattoo came to be. He told her he was going to get it and she tried to convince him not to. He wasn’t deterred and she said if he absolutely had to get it, she wanted to be the one to put it on him.

And she did. She straddled him in that very shop, in the same chair they were both standing next to, and she branded her ex with her name. Afterwards, they fucked hard in that same chair as “Take Me to Church” played overhead.

Ocean did take her to church, making Aaliyah screamed to the heavens as he stretched her out, grabbing her ass, and forcing her back down on his cock. Her pussy suckled along his thick length with each thrust, making them both shiver. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vise, and wouldn’t let go.

Ocean encouraged Aaliyah to ride him as if her life depended on it and she came hard and fast. “Take all of me,” his deep voice moaned, “take it.”

“Ocean…” Aaliyah cried.

When they went home, Ocean again fucked her into sleep. When Aaliyah woke up, Ocean had cleaned her apartment and made dinner – honey-mustard salmon with purple asparagus and orange cauliflower with red wine. She was never a fan of asparagus before that night but she became one.

Aaliyah needed to make a mental note to throw out all of the asparagus in her fridge when she went home. “Have a seat, Senator.”


 

Her Ocean will be out next Tuesday, March 13th.

#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated and Where Are My Panties?

I have to say a huge THANK YOU to everyone who purchased, reviewed, spread word of mouth of Simply Complicated. The response has been overwhelming and just so amazing!!! I sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart. As a token of my appreciation, I’m also including a snippet of the upcoming standalone baseball romance, Where Are My Panties? that’ll be coming out early May.

Once again, YOU’RE AWESOME! THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!


 

Blurb: 

She wants to go from negative to positive…

When legal wunderkind Savior Ellison meets college intern Keisha Jones, sparks fly. He gave her an offer she did refuse, and it only made him want her more. If Keisha wants Savior to chase her, he hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t believe in fairytales and especially the type that has a white knight in a shiny Bentley. Every girl has a past, and Keisha’s is often played out on reality TV. If Savior wants her, he has 90 days to prove it.

Can Savior convince Keisha to give him forever? Or will Keisha’s past revelations put a stop to the relationship before it starts?

Sex, drugs, and politics. All in a day’s work.

Simply Complicated is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, gentrification, and true love.


Snippet:

“Doing the right thing is never popular, Keisha.” Savior rubs my arm, “it’s never the thing that’ll get you famous and rich. But it’s always the thing that’ll make you sleep at night.”

My mind goes a mile a minute on what he’s referring to. He’s troubled about something and my heart is burning with more questions than answers. What is going on in his life where he’s confessing to me in an almost-drunken stupor?

As Al Green’s “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart” softly plays in the background, I make a decision that could either backfire in my face or set some rules with Savior. I look up at him and my heart winces at how beautiful he is.

I straddle him and Savior’s eyes softly open. His eyes narrow at mine and they soften to a chocolate brown. I slid my lips across his jaw and nibbled on it, causing a low moan from him. Our lips met and he made love to my mouth; playing with my tongue and drinking from me.

His lips trailed down to my neck but I quickly stopped him, causing confusion from him. “Shhh…” I promised. “Let me take care of you.” I sink to my knees on the carpeted floor and unbuckled his jeans. Reaching into his boxer briefs, I pull out his magnificent cock that was already hardened.

He’s long and thick, just as I knew he would be. He smells musky and my pussy contracted in delicious response. Every touch I gave him, Savior gave a throaty moan and I’d barely touched him.

It was neither of ours first rodeo, yet it was so intimate doing this together. His knees began to tremble upon the anticipation of it, while the need to feel Savior inside of me increasingly grew. I realized at that moment, I needed to have Savior deep inside me this week. He knew I would beg for it and he was so right.

I licked the underside of his cock and felt him shiver in response. Gripping it with the other hand, I played with his balls; cupping and massaging them as Savior’s hand roamed my bald head.

I kissed the mushroom tip and licked the precum that came out before I took him into my hot mouth. The smooth hardness of his cock, coupled with how he hissed and gripped the sofa cushions, has made me unbelievably aroused.

I would take care of my needs later. It was all about pleasing Savior, taking away his pain. He didn’t come here to talk about my final nor would I want to right now. I want to please him, make him feel like the king he is, and worry about everything else the next day.

Saliva formed at the back of my throat, coating his thick length. My head slowly bobbed to a steady rhythm, releasing him with a noticeable pop, before I went back down. I felt Savior’s thighs tremble and soft coos escaped his lips.

Both of his hands gripped my head, rubbing it. His cock grew thicker and longer and I felt his eyes on me. But I didn’t pay him any mind. I wanted to enjoy myself, listening to him moan as the lust within him became greedier and out of control.

I took him deeper, causing me to slightly gag. Savior’s reaction, was much different. His body lifted off the back of the sofa and he hissed my name out. I knew he was close and he was trying to hold on as long as he could.

As the song neared the crescendo, we both lost control. I sucked him harder and faster, working my hands around his cock, while Savior fucked my face. He plundered his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. My eyes watered, and at times, I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t get enough.

“I’m going to come, Keisha,” he moaned, “I’m going to come.”

I pull back when hot streams of come shot up and landed on my face and chest. I quickly went back down on him, sucking the soul of his cock and swallowing more of his hot come. His body jerked and shuddered beneath me.

The sounds coming out of his mouth made me so fucking hot. I didn’t care his essence was all over me. I wanted to taste all of him. I wanted more of him. I licked him clean and was surprised he was still hard. I wonder if his dick ever goes soft.

“I need to go wipe my face,” I promise him. I rise up and head to the kitchen where I grabbed a wetted paper towel. I wiped my face and chest, cleaning all of Savior off me. When I returned to the sofa, Savior had fallen asleep.

I smile at how peaceful he looks, which is much better than how he looked when he’d arrived. I gather a few blankets to cover him up. I move my study area to the living room as I watch him sleep and I listen to classical music.

The set-up somehow feels real, even though I’m not sure if it is. I didn’t feel used nor did I feel like Savior came over just to get his dick sucked and be done with it. He definitely would’ve left shortly after he came if that’s what he was after.

It strangely felt like Savior came over because he was lonely.

I gather a couple of snacks and bottled water before I text Jalen back. Sorry you can’t come over tonight. My cousin is going to help me study.

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And now a snippet of Where Are My Panties?

Blurb:

First rule of being a sports physical therapist: Do not sleep with an athlete.

The second rule of being a sports physical therapist: Do not fall in love with an athlete.

The third rule of being a sports physical therapist: Ignore Rules #1 and #2.

Bobbi Gibson has enough on her plate with her new position of being a physical therapist to the Los Angeles Dodgers. Dealing with egos and injuries, and sometimes not sure which is the bigger headache, the last thing she needs is distraction from the rising pitcher who simply goes by The Answer. Yet, he’s the only sane human in her crazy world.

Quinn “The Answer” Riordan knows he’s not like most pitchers. After all, most athletes don’t know every Backstreet Boys song by heart nor do they sleep with a stuffed giraffe at night. He also knows most pitchers can’t easily throw a record-breaking and break-neck speed pitch of 100 mph on a regular basis. But what Quinn does know is he’s head over heels in love with the new physical therapist. Now just he has to convince her she feels the same.

Where Are My Panties? is a standalone baseball romance. It features a *NSYNC v. Backstreet Boys battle, late-night drive thru runs, more giraffes than Geoffrey at Toys R Us, and how Legos are the best invention ever.


 

Snippet: 

George Parsons patted his sweaty baldhead as he traversed in thick, biting grass. He intentionally dressed in light colors – khaki pants and a matching dress shirt – but it didn’t matter. The Devil’s armpit known as Fontana, California had sun that beat down on him like it was God and he was a sinner in church.

Still, George had traveled a long distance from his comfortable in every weather Florida home. He was on a mission. He heard about this kid who could throw 90 miles per hour and he had to check it out. It could be true or it could be the biggest piece of human horseshit he’d ever seen. He never knew until he saw the potential player in action.

“I thought you said California was nothing but palm trees and bitches,” George’s thick southern accent spat.

Two men along George laughed. “I’m sure my word were palm trees and beautiful ladies,” Joshua Peck answered. He was a tall man with brown hair that had the right amount of bed head and blindly white teeth that suggested he would’ve been the perfect weatherman on local news.

“Ladies, bitches, they’re all the same.” George huffed as he stopped and took a swig of water from his bottle. He normally preferred to travel with a flask full of the best Jim Beam, but time was of the essence. He needed to be focused.

“Ah, we’re almost there, George.” The other man, Arthur Rowland, wiped his brow. He was of average build, average height, and well, average just about everything else. He did have a weird affinity for 90’s grunge, which made him relatable to younger people.

“Almost there?” George began walking again and softly cursed when he noticed his Louis Vuitton loafers were getting all sorts of cow shit, dog shit, and whatever kind of shit on them. He hoped this kid was worth all of the shit he had put up with. “Where in the hell does this kid live?”

“We’re here,” Arthur replied and took a deep breath. “He’s in there.”

George patted his forehead and drank some more water. In front of him was a big barn with stacks of hay everywhere. Horses, chickens, and a few ducks roamed freely. In the middle of it was the most outstanding sight.

A strapping young man who looked like he could’ve been Justin Bieber’s doppelganger was dressed in just jeans and Timberlands, and wore a bandana backwards, with the front ends tied and loose, while rapping to…what was that? Tupac?

He casually lifted the huge stacks of hay from one end of the barn to the other as “If My Homies Call” blasted from overhead speakers. The young man knew every word verbatim.

The song switched to the Go-Go’s “All Lips Are Sealed” and the man danced around the barn, swinging around a pole before he began to shovel manure. He even played the air guitar.

When the song switched to EU’s “Doing Da Butt”, the man started to shake his butt and added some twerking moves. Again, he knew every lyric as if he wrote the song himself.

He turned around and spotted his coaches. “Hey Art and Josh!” He waved as he kept twerking. “Come on! Let’s dance, fellas!”

“You’re shitting me,” George deadpanned.

“George Parsons,” Joshua began, “let’s introduce you to Quinn Riordan.”

#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated

Wedding Weekend

Savior nods and kisses my neck again. This time I feel his hardened cock press into my cheeks. I want to turn around, straddle him, and ride that motherfucker until the sun goes down. Last night, Savior let me take control. I don’t think he’ll let me do it again this morning.

“What are your plans today?” I ask.

“Legal schmegal stuff,” his voice is smooth like maple syrup on a stack of pancakes, “and then gym time. I have a business dinner I need to attend but hopefully it won’t take too long.” He kisses my neck again. Arousal slowly hums like a gospel hymn between us. “Can I spend the night tonight?”

Hell, you can spend the night any night. My legs are wide open for you, boy. “Sure, that’ll be great.”

“I never did thank you for last night.” He kisses my earlobe. My body tingles each time I feel his lips on me. “I really appreciate you being there for me.”

My body is attuned to every touch of him. I feel the soft thickness of his cock nudging against my cheeks and I try to steady my breathing. “You’re welcome.”

“I need to thank you.” He rolls on top of me and I open my legs wide to accommodate him.

It’s the first time we’ve been in this position, and yet, it feels so natural. Savior is significantly taller than me, yet his frame fits perfectly between my thighs. There’s nothing awkward between us. Instead, his eyes burned with desire. His chest is heavy, like he’s trying to restrain himself.

“Gorgeous.” His voice dripped with lust and experience. His hardened cock is pressed against the vee of my sex. All he has to do is move a little to the right and he’ll be so warm inside of me.

My sofa is small. It can roll out into a futon but it’s really small fit for just two people in this position. Somehow, I think that’s perfect for Savior. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“Oh, but I do.” He kisses my neck and I gasp in ecstasy. He quickly moves down my body and pulls my panties aside. A couple of fingers brush against my wet slit and he approvingly smiles. “Your cunt is so ready and wet for me.”

“You bring it out of me,” I breathe. I’m starting to feel delirious with lust and I just need him inside of me.

“I hope I always will,” Savior hooks one of my legs before he covers my wet slit with his mouth.

My back arches off the sofa and I lose my hands in his hair. His tongue is perfect, flicking my clit so fast before slowing down to gently suck on it. He pressed his tongue into me harder, almost spearing me as I struggled not to scream.

I felt the flutters of climax in my tummy and it traveled down to my toes, curling them. With each lick, my body involuntarily shook as it tried to stave off the orgasm. I panted and cried; my legs began to shake. A few more flicks of Savior’s tongue and I lost control.

“Savior!” I gasped as the climax hit every nerve of my body, stilling it before I collapsed back onto the sofa.

I couldn’t even describe the state of euphoria I was in. My body felt like jelly. My head was in a different zone. My heart, though, was on a different plane.

Savior yawns and checks his Apple watch. “Shit, I need to go.” I move out of his way and he rubs a hand over his face. “Bathroom?”

“Down the hallway to your right.” I watch him get up and he winks at me, slapping my ass before he leaves.

My body once again craves him. He felt so warm, and just so right. My mind travels to thought of when we’ll have sex for the first time. I mean, technically speaking we’ve already hooked up but I’m thinking the actual body-rocking, lamp-breaking, continuous orgasm sex.

I wonder if I’ll be able to handle him.

The toilet flushes and Savior appears a few minutes later, already in mid-transformation of his appearance. The sultry look is still there, but more of professional Savior has appeared. He wears his appearance as a mask, putting it on depending the situation and persons, and only carefully removing it when he’s completely comfortable. I wonder if I’ll ever see all of him.

He rushes over and kisses me, not caring about my stank morning breath. His lips sweep over mine and I hold onto his muscular arms to keep from falling. Every time he kisses me, it blows me away. I wonder if it’ll always be like this.

Then I remind myself – 90 days.


 

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#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated is now LIVE!

Wedding Weekend

Blurb: 

She went from negative to positive…

When legal wunderkind Savior Ellison meets college intern Keisha Jones, sparks fly. He gave her an offer she did refuse, and it only made him want her more. If Keisha wants Savior to chase her, he hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t believe in fairytales and especially the type that has a white knight in a shiny Bentley. Every girl has a past, and Keisha’s is often played out on reality TV. If Savior wants her, he has 90 days to prove it.

Can Savior convince Keisha to give him forever? Or will Keisha’s past revelations put a stop to the relationship before it starts?

Sex, drugs, and politics. All in a day’s work.

Simply Complicated is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, gentrification, and true love.


Snippet:

The formal mask is slightly on, yet there’s still a bit of the sensual Savior that is out. It’s a transformation I’m still getting used to – how quickly he can change his mood given the circumstances like an actor on cue.

Savior pivots his feet and stares at me. He swallows and blows out a small breath. His eyes drink me in from my painted pink toes to my equally painted lips. He touches his chest as his eyes burn into me. There’s a sexiness undercurrent with Savior, and he doesn’t bother to hide it.

“I never wonder why I call you gorgeous,” he walks up to me and looks into my eyes. His hands cup my face and I feel the familiar yearning between my thighs. “Because you embody it every second.”

I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and grasp his wrists. Savior is just so gorgeous and I feel like Cinderella at the ball. “Savior…”

“Shh…” He kisses my head. “…you’ll be the best looking woman tonight, I’m sure of it. Shall we?”

I interlock arms with him and we make our way to the awaiting Rolls Royce. I slip inside and Savior follows behind me. Once we’re inside, the sensuality flows between us like a soft current as I felt the energy of the man beside me.

I breathe in his cologne and the feelings of arousal wash over me. My body is always on whenever I’m around Savior. I become so aware of what’s going on between us in the now, with thoughts of the future floating in the background.

“Gorgeous…” His voice is husky and full of want. He curls my fingers around his and pulls me closer to him. He kisses my neck, devouring it with his lips and tongue as his hands wander all over my dress.

Soft moans escape my mouth as my thighs part to allow entrance of his fingers. He brushes a finger against my wet slit and plays with the budding clit that poked out between the cleft.

“Your cunt is so greedy for me,” he moans as he continues to suck on my neck, “what should I do about that greedy pussy of yours?”

I gasp and pant. I become slick with desire and my body starts to ride Savior’s fingers. Is he really doing this on our way to the gala? What if the driver hears us? What if other people see us?

“I won’t put my cock in you because I want you to beg for it later,” he nibbles on my ear, “so my fingers are going have to suffice.”

“Oh shit,” I sob as his thumb circled my clit. He pulled back from me and I studied his face. His lips were slightly pursed, his eyes had that sultry look to them, yet he was collected and calm. He was more focused on getting me off than anything else.

My breath contracts in my chest. The coils of orgasm began to unravel and my legs shook from pleasure. My nails dug into the plush leather seats as our gazes locked on each other.

He had heated eyes and his lips…my god, his lips were curved into that sinful, delicious smile. He knew he had me where he wanted me, anytime at his bidding, and I would gratefully oblige any requests.

“I want to feel you come all over my fingers,” Savior circled my clit faster, “can you do that, baby? Can you come for me when I tell you to?”

I cried and moaned, losing all of my dignity. I was afraid of disappointing him; climaxing when he told me not yet. I was so aroused when he ordered me to wait for him. It was a clusterfuck of emotions and I didn’t know what to do first.

“Now.” Savior ordered. “Come now.”

The orgasm hit my body like an ocean wave, violently shaking me. I collapsed against the seat and cried out Savior’s name, feeling weak and helpless. He withdrew his fingers and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my head as the orgasm coursed through my body.

My body finally stopped shuddering and I lay satiated in the backseat with Savior. He wiped his fingers with a moistened cloth and discarded it before he softly rocked me to a small sleep. Only the sounds of Shalamar and Savior’s heartbeat filled the small space.

I felt complete. I felt at home.


 

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#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated

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Blurb:

It was all a dream…

When legal wunderkind Savior Ellison meets college intern Keisha Jones, sparks fly. He gave her an offer she did refuse, and it only made him want her more. If Keisha wants Savior to chase her, he hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t believe in fairytales and especially the type that has a white knight in a shiny Bentley. Every girl has a past, and Keisha’s is often played out on reality TV. If Savior wants her, he has 90 days to prove it.

Can Savior convince Keisha to give him forever? Or will Keisha’s past revelations put a stop to the relationship before it starts?

Sex, drugs, and politics. All in a day’s work.

Simply Complicated is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, gentrification, and true love.


Unedited Snippet:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The Brazilian?” I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

Simply Complicated will be released next Tuesday on Amazon, Smashwords, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, and other online retailers.

To read an extended preview, click here.

 

#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated

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Blurb: 

It was all a dream…

When legal wunderkind Savior Ellison meets college intern Keisha Jones, sparks fly. He gave her an offer she did refuse, and it only made him want her more. If Keisha wants Savior to chase her, he hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t believe in fairytales and especially the type that has a white knight in a shiny Bentley. Every girl has a past, and Keisha’s is often played out on reality TV. If Savior wants her, he has 90 days to prove it.

Can Savior convince Keisha to give him forever? Or will Keisha’s past revelations put a stop to the relationship before it starts?

Sex, drugs, and politics. All in a day’s work.

Simply Complicated is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, gentrification, and true love.


 

Snippet: 

A weird sadness placates across my chest as I think about the future. Savior probably won’t be in it. For one, I don’t see him waiting for me like he promised. Two, after I graduate from college and maybe go to law school, we won’t see each other. I’ll be too busy studying and he’ll be too busy with cases to care. It just wouldn’t work.

I just need to enjoy this as much as I can and for as long as I can.

“May I join you?” Savior leans against the balcony wall and looks back at me. “Hey there.”

“Hey.” I smile. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Just wondering why my girlfriend is preferring to come out here instead being back inside with me where it’s nice and warm?” He looks into my eyes.

I let out a heavy sigh. “Just thinking about the future.”

“Oh?” He glances up at the stars. “It doesn’t sound like you’re looking forward to it.”

“I don’t know what it is first. I hope it’s a good one but it’s always the fear of the unknown, you know…” I leave the words hanging.

“Fear of what’s going to happen between us?” He finishes and looks over at me.

I meet his gaze. His eyes have turned into a chocolate brown. “I remember the look you gave me when you were at my home for the first time. How mortified you were when you heard sirens. You see, all that rap music you like may talk about the hood life but once you’re actually there, it’s a different ball game.”

“You’re not dying to stay there, neither, Keisha.” He retorts. “You’ve made it pretty obvious you don’t want to live there anymore.”

I rub my head and feel the small curls pop up. I really need a touch-up. “You ever wonder why people stay in bad relationships knowing there won’t be a good outcome? It’s because they’re used to the drama of it. It’s like a warm blanket. You know it’s coming, you know it’ll eventually blow over, and then things will be back to normal. That’s how my neighborhood is. It occasionally has its problems, but I’m used to it.” I look back up at the stars. “You can take the girl out of the ‘hood, but you can’t take the ‘hood out of the girl.”

“You really think I want to change you.” Savior gives a half-chuckle and half-smirk. “That’s rich.”

“Well, don’t you?” I press. “Isn’t that the whole goal behind what you’re doing here?”

“What am I doing here, Keisha?” Savior’s voice is calm. “I thought I was loving and spoiling you.”

“It feels too good to be true and I’m right to question it.” I defend. “I’m sorry if I never had a rich guy who gave me a car within a week of knowing him.”

There’s a small silence between us and I hear Savior take a deep breath. “Would it have been better if Jalen gave you the car?” He asks.

It was like a gunshot to the heart. Savior went straight for the jugular and didn’t even hesitate. It’s a question I had silently wondered but never dared to ask because I knew if Jalen gave me the car, it would’ve been worse in many ways.

Yet, it doesn’t seem that much better that Savior gave it to me. “There’s a song lyric I like that applies to you. It’s from Teddy Pendergrass.” I slowly begin. “I’m going to let it go.”

Savior grins and nods. “I have another Teddy Pendergrass lyric I like,” he turns towards me, “close the door and let me blow your mind.”

I swallow and blow out a small breath. “I was trying to break up with you.”

“And I’m trying to blow your back out.” Savior slowly blinks at me. “Seems like we’re at an impasse.”

There’s a small ache and thump in my panties. My body naturally craves Savior and to him. I ignore the feeling for now and focus on our conversation. “You’re seriously going to wait for me while I’m up at college for two years?”

“It’s not like I won’t be able to see you during the weekends, and you won’t be down during the holidays. Whatever happens, happens. But I can’t quit you nor can I drink you out of my memory. Trust, I’ve already tried. I would rather fail miserably knowing that I gave it my all than to give up so soon and wonder what could’ve been.” He rubs my baldhead. “Need a trim?”

My heart is spinning and my head is just as dizzy. Savior has that affect on women. If he’s not willing to give up so soon, neither should I. “I do,” I softly reply.

“Let me line you up real quick.” He suggests and I shoot him a disbelieving look. I know better than let white hands near a black woman’s head. “If I mess up, you can wear a head wrap.”

I begin to walk back inside the home. “If you mess up, I’m whupping your ass all the way back to Inglewood.” I warn him.

Savior gives my ass a smack. “Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty to me.”


Extended sneak preview chapters will be posted on wattpad this week.

Simply Complicated, the standalone full-length novel and sequel to Her Savior, will be out February 13th.

Special thanks to Alicia for the scene inspiration:

#TeaserTuesday: Simply Complicated

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Blurb:

Savior Ellison is going to learn the hard way – Keisha Jones cannot be bought.

What may have worked with other women in the past simply won’t do with the young woman who has captured his attention. If Keisha wants him to chase her, Savior hopes she has a good pair of running shoes.

Keisha Jones doesn’t know the type of games Savior is playing nor does she want to participate. She’s heard of his reputation and she wants no parts of the man she fantasizes about on a nightly basis. Savior Ellison doesn’t take no for an answer and Keisha is wondering what is his real motivation.

Sex, drugs, lies, and politics. All in a day’s work.

Simply Complicated is a standalone erotic full-length novel. It deals with trust, public perception, and true love.


Unedited Snippet:

90 days. We’re on day five.

I get up to use the bathroom and pass Savior on the way when his hand suddenly grabs my leg. I’m startled and look down at him. He slowly opens his eyes and he lazily smiles at me. “Where are you going, gorgeous?”

It’s the second time he’s called me that. “Bathroom. Emergency.”

He nods. “Come back here when you’re done.” He caresses my leg and lets me go.

I immediately feel the loss of his touch and I hurry to the bathroom like I’m Flo-Jo in the Olympics. After I come out, I rejoin Savior on the sofa. I sit across from him and he shakes his head. He lifts up the blanket and I notice his cock is tucked away into his pants. I was really hoping it was still out and hard so we could finish what we started last night. “Come here, gorgeous.”

He’s not my boyfriend but he’s acting like it. I’m torn between complaining about his attitude and wanting to get Savior snuggles. Snuggles, FTW. I walk over and lay down beside him. My back is pressed against his body and we’re facing the TV.

Savior’s body feels amazing against mine. It doesn’t matter if he’s beside me, behind me, or underneath me. I just want to feel him on me all day, every day.

“How did studying go last night?” He asks. His nose nuzzles my neck and he wraps his arms around my body.

It feels like we’ve always done this. It feels like an old friend. He feels like, everything. “It went very well. I have my final at ten so I’ll leave here in a little while. Then I have an appointment at the clinic to get everything checked and refill my birth control.” I yawn. “After that, I’m done until mid-February.”

Savior nods and kisses the nape of my neck. Ooh, that boy doesn’t know that’s my spot. “And then what?”

“Just the internship and I’ll get a job somewhere. I don’t really need one but I like to make my own money instead of relying on my daddy for some.”

His tongue plays with my earlobe and if this boy don’t quit…“What does your dad do for a living?”

I was wondering when that question was going to come up. I’d rehearsed my canned answers to Savior for a while and they all didn’t make any sense.

My daddy is a pharmaceutical rep. He reps Inglewood, Watts, and some parts of Compton. Westsiiiiiiiiiiide!

My daddy make it do what it do.

My daddy is a hustla, baby! (In my Pharrell voice)

I want to tell Savior the truth about my family but I don’t want to push him away. What guy will be okay that the woman he’s banging has a father who keeps goons on retainer? On the same token, I also want to realize who he’s getting himself involved with. He’s not dealing with Karen from Malibu or Christy from Palm Springs. He’s dealing with ghetto-ass Keisha from Inglewood.

“My daddy runs his own business from home. He does a lot of accounting.” Not quite a lie, but sounds a lot better than the truth.

Savior nods and kisses my neck again. This time I feel his hardened cock press into my cheeks. I want to turn around, straddle him, and ride that motherfucker until the sun goes down. Last night, Savior let me take control. I don’t think he’ll let me do it again this morning.

“What are your plans today?” I ask.

“Legal schmegal stuff,” his voice is smooth like maple syrup on a stack of pancakes, “and then gym time. I have a business dinner I need to attend but hopefully it won’t take too long.” He kisses my neck again. “Can I spend the night tonight?”

Hell, you can spend the night any night. My legs are wide open for you, boy. “Sure, that’ll be great.”

Savior yawns and checks his Apple watch. “Shit, I need to go.” I move out of his way and he rubs a hand over his face. “Bathroom?”

“Down the hallway to your right.” I watch him get up and he winks at me, slapping my ass before he leaves.

My body once again craves him. He felt so warm, and just so right. My mind travels to thought of when we’ll have sex for the first time. I mean, technically speaking we’ve already hooked up but I’m thinking the actual body-rocking, lamp-breaking, continuous orgasm sex.

I wonder if I’ll be able to handle him.

The toilet flushes and Savior appears a few minutes later, already in mid-transformation of his appearance. The sultry look is still there, but more of professional Savior has appeared. He wears his appearance as a mask, putting in on depending the situation and persons, and only carefully removing it when he’s completely comfortable. I wonder if I’ll ever see all of him.

He rushes over and kisses me, not caring about my stank morning breath. His lips sweep over mine and I hold onto his muscular arms to keep from falling. Every time he kisses me it blows me away. I wonder if it’ll always be like this.

Then I remind myself – 90 days.

He pulls back and I softly moan at the loss of him. “Good luck.” He gives my ass a couple of pats and heads out. I watch him walk to a parked Bentley with the driver, waiting for him at the back passenger door. Savior must’ve known he was going to stay with me because I can’t imagine the driver staying there all night waiting for him.

Did he know he was going to spend the night here? I can’t recall seeing the driver when I let him in.

As I close the front door, I have more questions than answers about Savior and our arrangement. He said he couldn’t do romance. He stressed he didn’t want to be my boyfriend and a relationship wasn’t something he wanted. If he wanted sex, he most certainly would’ve gotten more.

If I didn’t know better, it seemed Savior just wanted to be held.


 

The second and final book in the Savior and Keisha love drama, Simply Complicated, drops on February 13th. Pre-order details soon to come. It’ll be available everywhere.

To read the prequel, Her Savior, click here.

 

SundaySnippet: State of Affairs III

Blurb:

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.