Author: christina

(excerpt is unedited. project is untitled.) It was stupid. Really. Like… insanely stupid to be bothered that a guy who wasn’t my boyfriend – hell, he wasn’t even just a friend… hell, I barely even knew him – was talking to another girl. Girls. Like… plural. So… maybe the gigglers didn’t count. He had to talk to them, had to be nice. He was at work. In the library. As in… Ty worked at the library. As if he needed any other points in the sexy category for me. But the other girl...

The world of a new adult is filled with mishaps and painful lessons, and Perfection is no different. In this story, a young man becomes a parent before he's ready and is distracted by a girl, when he decides he's staying away from women. Thing is, love doesn't operate on a timetable and when cupid comes knocking, it's hard to say no. The push and pull of family, school and responsibility are some of the challenges faced by this Jamaican couple, who also have exes getting in their way. As they struggle to overcome betrayal, deception and feelings of inadequacy, Karim...

Somehow, I'm never working on what I'm "supposed" to be working on, but it always ends up being the right project for the moment. It could be considered flighty, or flaky, or just going wherever the wind takes me, and in essence, when it comes to what I'm writing...

Available NOW on Amazon "Love is bull****."   That's how blogger, Bianca Bailey begins the first post of what's supposed to be a new series on her website, in response to her readers curiosity about her feelings on love. That post never makes it to the public eye, but those three words perfectly sum up Bianca's outlook, and rule the way she interacts with the men around her — including Rashad. Rashad isn't interested in anything serious either, but for a different reason. Rashad loves women, and women love him, but he's avoiding trouble — the nickname his father uses for the kind...

Sunday afternoons were reserved for my parents, and that wasn’t an expectation — it was a requirement. Unless you were out of town or incapacitated, you’d better have your ass at the table when Pamela Martin pulled that cast iron skillet of cornbread out of the oven. On the earlier end of my twenties, I’d complained, but now that I preferred real food to microwave ramen, I appreciated this time with my family. We would eat until we could barely move, and then Raisa would disappear somewhere with my mother to talk crafting, and me and Gabe would hit the man...

“You’re not gonna say no.” “No.” He chuckled. “Okay, so it’s opposite day then? Aiight, well, I won’t be there in a few minutes.” “You can’t come here,” I said quickly, sitting up. “And besides, you don’t even know where I live.” “You don’t know what I know,” he countered. “What, you got wack-ass Kieran over there or something?” My eyebrow went way up near my hairline at that. Kieran? It was interesting that Rashad thought he was threat. “And if I did have him over? Then what?” “Then, I’d bend you over the couch, and show him why, exactly, you were texting me at two in the...

“Wait, my bad. I didn’t mean to…” I let that apology trail away, as Bianca headed for the front of the apartment without even glancing my way, or acknowledging that I’d said anything else. Shooting me a scowl, Raisa rose from her seat on the couch to intercept Bianca’s path to the door. “Wait a sec, B. I mean… do you want me to give you a ride or something? Like you said, it’s late, and you’ve been drinking.” Bianca shook her head, waving a hand to dismiss Raisa’s concerns. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get a cab or something.” “Are you sure? Cause—” “Yes,...

“What is your issue?!” He shook his head, tossing his hands up in the air. “I don’t have one. Your issue is that you want me. That’s why I bother you so much. Live a little, Bianca. Let yourself have me,” he chuckled, sauntering up to me from down the hall. “You are so full of yourself.” “You don’t want me?” I tipped my head back, looking up at him as he got in my personal space again, all delicious brown skin and muscles. But I ignored all that, and swallowed hard. “I don’t want you.” “Then why,” he said, backing me into yet another...

So, these were originally shared only on facebook, but I thought I should bring them over here! These are unedited snippets of a story, revolving around Roderick Dixon (Carter's little brother) and one of his college peers, a bright young girl named Lauren. This isn't a project I'm working on in a official capacity, but these little snippets are calling me, so I'll share! I have little glimpses often of things that didn't fit into the book, or came to me later, so I'll just tag them under snippets, and with the story they are connected to.  Enjoy! Lauren. “So wassup with...