Author: christina

Unedited. Subject to Change. Coming soon. Enjoy. Peaceful. That was the first word that came to mind when I returned to my bedroom from the shower to find Keris still passed out asleep. She’d shown up at my door last night, still wearing her same clothes from work, which let me know she’d been putting in extra time on the website. And then, instead of going home, she’d come to me. There was something she wasn’t saying, but that wasn’t unusual with Keris. Showing up at my door, was. So instead of harping on the unspoken details, I let her inside, and reveled in the benefits of...

All the usual - subject to change, unedited, no date to share, but I do hope you enjoy. Just a little further. Don’t you punk out now. I used my sleeve to wipe sweat from my forehead as I dodged a slow-moving pedestrian on the sidewalk. Just another half mile to go on this run that was kicking my ass. Once upon a time, five miles wouldn’t have been shit – something I’d do on a day “off”. In the years since the accident though, it had taken work to build back up to even this, and a heavy tolerance for the chronic pain...

Unedited. Subject to change. If I choose an official date, I'll definitely share it! Enjoy :) “Why aren’t you answering your phone,” Natalie demanded, picking up after the second ring. I knew she’d had her phone in her hand, watching it light up with my name, “punishing” by making me wait an extra few seconds before she answered. “I was a little preoccupied.” I stared down at the scuffed toe of my designer boots, feeling none of the rage I would’ve two weeks ago over such a thing. One week ago. Maybe the liquor was already kicking in, or maybe the shit didn’t really...

Unedited. Subject to change. No release date yet. The usuals. Enjoy <3   He was in my workroom. Bafflingly, I wasn’t bothered by the sight of him a bundle of steel wool in his – glove less – hands, cleaning the rust and grime from another spoke of the bike I’d been working on when he first arrived. I didn’t really let people touch my stuff back here – not even Vaughn, or my mother when she was alive. Raf though… I didn’t mind. Maybe because he got it. Maybe because this was a passion I may not have even discovered if it weren’t for him....

Sample Sunday. Unedited. No date yet. Enjoy! The hometown hero. “When you gone get back on that bike man?” “How many more of those medals you going to bring back?” “You the pride of the city man. Mr. International.” It was all well-meaning, and of course I knew that but that didn't make it any less anxiety-inducing. Even worldwide, cycling was an overwhelmingly white sport, and as much I loved my people – Black people – we had a tendency to put the hopes and dreams of the whole race on just a few shoulders. For the Heights… it was just my shoulders. I couldn’t mess up,...

Available Now! Jaclyn Love is a magnet for trouble - it seems to follow her wherever she goes. Unfortunately for Kadan Davenport, she also seems to be a magnet for him - even after a disastrous first impression that leaves him - literally - black and blue. Jaclyn is busy trying to find some sort of balance, and Kadan is just trying not to get swept up in the chaos. In a small city like Blakewood, it's hard to avoid each other...

Unedited. Heavily Redacted. Subject to Change. Coming soonish. Enjoy the sample!   I, admittedly, had a little bit of a sweet tooth, so I was a little excited at the prospect of finding gourmet-quality ice cream I could enjoy without my stomach bouncing right to left to do the shoulder lean. It was a pretty ass day outside too – sun shining, birds chirping, all that. I’d gotten in some good cardio on the court, had made those dudes feel bad about themselves – it was a great day. And then I walked into Dreamery. There she was behind the counter, her locs tucked away underneath a vibrantly printed...

Unedited. Subject to change. Enjoy! But what about the cat, Jaclyn? … what about it? I was nobody’s animal person, and hadn’t told her ass to climb up to my window. Homegirl had to figure her own shit out. With that said… those sad ass meows seemed to grow louder, and louder, and louder, the same weird shit, over and over. “Girl will you shut up?!” I yelled at the window, then turned back to my phone, scrolling through my list of options. MysteryCat did not, in fact, shut up, which prompted me to let out yet another sigh. Fine. Maybe I could give her something to eat, at least. She...

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