Author: christina

From "Pulling Doubles". The last sample from Pulling Doubles ;) As always, unedited and subject to change. Enjoy!   “Sorry for the mess,” she said, as I locked the door behind us. “I wasn’t really expecting company.” I chuckled. The “mess” she was referring to was a glass – on a coaster – on her coffee table, her lab coat tossed across the back of a chair, and a few other things out of place, but no where near enough to qualify as a mess. She picked up her coat, cursing under her breath when the contents of her pockets spilled out. “You and this old lady candy,”...

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- Aurielle-

 Just act casual. Just act casual. “Hey!” I called out, my voice falsely bright as I walked up to Dawn and Donovan, looking rather… cozy outside the entrance to The Creamery. It was a place Dawn frequented, according to her Instagram, and Donovan – Donnie – was frequently her date at the ice cream/smoothie shop. Brit – my handler, for lack of a better term – put a hand on my arm. In censure, warning, or something, but it wasn’t necessary. I really was just saying hello. It was summer, and Dawn was taking full advantage. Cut off shorts, midriff top, strappy sandals… I swallowed hard as I took in her appearance – lots of creamy caramel skin and big natural hair – then looked at Donnie, who was, I was sure, enjoying it. He was casual, in cargo shorts and a fresh white tee and sneakers, with a hat pulled backwards on his head. The white popped against his dark mahogany skin, and a little shiver ran over me as he looked up from Dawn, and in my direction. “Pixie, hey!” Dawn said, with what seemed like genuine enthusiasm, distracting me from being able to see Donnie’s reaction to my presence. She stepped away from him, toward me, pulling me into a hug that was surprisingly tight. “Are you okay?” she asked quietly, looking me right in the eyes. Hers were glossy with concern, and I averted my gaze. “Yeah. I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” She smiled that perfect smile, the one she’d been aiming at Donnie since they worked together on that play, then turned to him, glancing between us. “No problem, not at all. I’m gonna… let you two talk.” Dawn gave me a little nod, then walked away, leaving me standing there with Donnie and Britt, neither of whom had said anything yet. I gazed up at Donnie, looking for… something, but I was met with the pleasantly neutral expression he seemed to have mastered dealing with me. I glanced over to Britt, widening my eyes. “Give us a second,” I said, with a subtle tip of my head, trying to get her to go away. She let out a deep breath, her face stern as she gave me a curt nod. “Two minutes.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. Okay.”

(unedited. subject to change) I turned away from her, glad for the little bit of camouflage my lab coat provided as I strode away. As I approached the nurse’s station, I noticed a man in a suit standing there with flowers in his hand, and immediately assumed he was waiting for one of our patients, a pregnant wife or girlfriend, as a surprise. “Malcolm? What are you doing here?” I glanced behind me as Devyn approached, eyes wide. My eyebrows drew together in a frown as she walked up to the wannabe-GQ-motherfucker with the – damn, they weren’t from the grocery store –...

(Unedited. Subject to change) “Girl, if you say so. I’m actually surprised you say he’s an asshole to you. I mean… I think all three of them, Jason, Justin, and Joseph have a little streak of it in them, but Joseph is usually laid back around me. He can take himself a bit too seriously sometimes with the “eldest brother” thing, but I figured how to shut that down immediately. I gave him a nickname.” I lifted my eyebrow. “A nickname?” A mischievous glint came to Reese’s eyes as she flipped her newly-installed braids over her shoulder. “Mmhmm. At first, it was “Little Joe”,...

(As always, unedited, and subject to change) This. Is. Your. Job. I reminded myself of that annoying little fact as Dr. Joseph Wright strode away from me, mumbling something under his breath about being the one M. D. behind his name. He made me so damned sick – no pun intended – and as it stood, there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Now, if this followed the natural course of a romance novel – and why the hell wouldn’t it? – in a few weeks, I would be in Dr. Wright’s bed. As fine as he was, under other circumstances, maybe...

So on Facebook, there's this memory feature, right? It shows you your posts from that day, from previous years. The above photo is me, receiving a breathing treatment two years ago today. At that time, I was a full time student, running a business, being a mom and wife, and also trying to make time to write. It was a lot. I was stressed, and exhausted, but determined not to drop any of those balls. And then this happened. I was on campus, rushing to class. I took the stairs up two floors, like I always did, except this time, I couldn't catch...

I’m going to turn the comments off here. If you get to the end of this post and want to offer solutions, or assistance with the website girlhaveyouread.com, please feel free to use the contact form here on the site. If you get to the end of this post and you’re mad, or want to disagree with me, or argue……….. go find something else to do. I’m not interested. Not even a little. Moving on. I’ve been finding myself more and more frustrated lately, with all the talk of diversity going around. Every day, it seems, someone in publishing (reviewers, agents, editors, whatever) has...

Guess what? You can pre-order Inevitable Seductions here for release on February 19th! As always - sample is unedited, subject to change, all that jazz. Happy reading! My eyes locked with Nubia’s as I approached. She didn’t back down, and I sure in the fuck wasn’t about to either. Yeah, maybe I bitched about it to my homeboys, and obsessed about it in the comfort of my own mind, but when it came time to be face to face with her, she’d never see me sweat. And like any worthy opponent, she wore her game face as well. “How are your legs this...

[caption id="attachment_4549" align="alignleft" width="406"] Coming 2016[/caption] Should have never got my ass on this damn plane. I glared across at Steph as we strapped in for landing, wanting to smack that stupid smirk off his face. Later, I would – in my head – give him his props for how well he’d played me, but for now, I was still pissed. And miserably turned on. That little weak ass bathroom orgasm had done nothing but leave me frustrated, still craving the real thing. Real fingers, real tongue. Steph’s fingers and tongue. And dick. Crap. I blew out a heavy breath, sending stray tendrils of my hair...