Author: christina

[caption id="attachment_4474" align="alignleft" width="351"] Coming November 2015[/caption] (Unedited. Subject to change. Enjoy!) She wasn’t answering the door. My first thought was “Damn, I guess she really is taking this ‘avoid Tariq’ bullshit seriously.” Eventually, I would call her on it, but in the meantime I’d just been giving her the space she obviously wanted. But not answering the door – or her phone – for me? No, this was something different. I shifted the bags in my hands to one side, to pull out my keys. I maneuvered the one she’d given me into my hand and unlocked the door, closing and locking it...

“You never answered about dinner,” he muttered against my ear, then bent to nip my neck. With my eyes still closed, I shook my head. “I don’t think I can do tonight.” “Think harder.” His hands stilled then moved away from me, and I let out a groan of protest as he nipped my neck again. “Think harder, Kora.” “Don’t do this,” I whined, trying to rock against his hand, but he held me still. His lips brushed my ear. “You want to come?” “Yes.” “You want me to make you come?” “Yes.” My body shuddered involuntarily as he pushed against my clit with his thumb, then pressed...

Savi watched him with an odd sense of satisfaction as he tossed the shirt to the floor, then toed his way out of his socks and shoes. His belt and shorts were next, and when he stood in front of her in nothing but his boxers, still straining with the erection that had started back at the hotel room door, he paused. “Those too,” Savi said with a shrug. He shook his head, and dropped the boxers. He was… incredible. Harrison Cole was covered all over in that rich, honey brown tone, tall and solidly built, with mouthwateringly chiseled arms. His chest was mostly...

Deep, chest rending sobs pulled Renata from the fitful sleep she’d finally found, hours after the commotion downstairs. She was so emotionally scattered that she raised her hands to her own face at first, to make sure the mournful sound wasn’t coming from her. Next, she reached for Taylor, who’d fallen asleep amidst pained, traumatized sniffles in Renata’s arms. She was quiet now, and sleeping still, but the slivers of moonlight across her face from the parted blinds showed that slumber hadn’t necessarily given way to peace. Her normally unworried, innocent face was lined with tension, and her lips were moving...

So. The site is live. My feelings are mixed. Thrilled, and nauseous, and excited, and nervous, and pumped, and scared. Will people actually go? Will they like it? Are the colors okay? Is it loading okay? Will people get what we're trying to do here, and why we're trying to do it? Will people be...

Available Now On Amazon! Two years after leaving the neighborhood to pursue an opportunity she couldn’t pass up, Sydnee Scott is back. She’s smart, sassy, and maybe a little bit spoiled, but she’s ready to reclaim her place in her family, and in the family business… Or not. That spot is currently filled by Harlan Ramsey, head manager. He came to Stacks – the man, and the restaurant named after him – looking for connection, and he got it, in the form of a surrogate family. He’s frustratingly handsome, charming to the point of annoyance, and according to her father, Sydnee is supposed...