Author: christina

Nick - likes: Noah dislikes: disappointing Noah. Nick Davison stepping off the elevator in my building with a bouquet of dahlias in hand, dressed in fresh sneakers and nicely fit jeans and a deep blue sweater that was just delicious against his dark skin absolutely did look like a gift from God. “Just the woman I was looking for,” he said, and shit, did that whimper come from Arizona or me? Arizona dug a sharp elbow into my side and I straightened up, clearing my throat. “Nick, hello. Um… what are you doing here?” The smile he offered as he stepped forward was potent enough that...

Noah - likes: helping women feel great about themselves. dislikes: BS. “Nick, I’m tired. What are you still doing here?” I grinned at her. “Dinner, remember? You didn’t give me an answer.” “Um…” her eyebrows bunched together. “I definitely gave you an answer.” “Okay,” I shrugged. “Well… maybe I was just hoping it changed.” Noah propped her hands on her hips. “Were you paying attention to anything I said today?” “I was hanging on every word.” She bit down on her lip to suppress a smile before her eyes came back to mine. “Then… you know my answer hasn’t changed. No half-efforts.” “Good, because I make it a point not...

Of course you do :) Head over to the Girl, Have You Read site for a cover reveal/first look at my next release, a novella titled #RelationshipGoals! Let me know what you think!...

Endzone Love, Book 4 in the Connecticut Kings series, will be available for your reading pleasure in just a few days, but in the meantime, enjoy this sample from Love Belvin!   Have Sambi take a look at the gutter leak off the back of the kitchen… Call April to invite her up… File our marriage license… Remind Shawnie to bring my A Good Man-darin is Hard to Find O.P.I. polish back today… Pick up Trent’s shirt from the cleaners for tomorrow… He turned onto his stomach and now faced me. His thick arm pushed under the pillow where his head lay, and his lips parted. Trent...

Unedited. Subject to change, a lot. Light spoilers. Enjoy :) He was mad at me. I’d never experienced Ramsey being mad at me. I didn’t even know how to react to something like that, had no idea what to do or say. So I said nothing, and his silence continued all the way to our destination. Even then, he only spoke to advance the workout, and tell me what do. About twenty minutes in, right after he’d bossed me through running a lap at a pace I hadn’t seen in years, it occurred to me that he was working me harder than usual. I...

She grinned. “You’ll see, really soon.” “Is it some more daredevil shit?” I asked, and she gave me a sly grin. “I mean… just another tiny zip line,” she claimed, then avoided my eyes to look out the window. “You’ll be fine, just like the last one.” “Hell no,” I told her, shaking my head, and she grabbed me around the waist. “Ramsey, it’s just—” “Hell. No. Have you lost your mind?” “It’s the only way to get to where the boats are, for our rafting tour!” “Then I guess I’m not getting on a fucking boat today either, the hell?!” “Ramsey!” “What?!” “Please?” she whined, holding on to my...

So, while my next installment of the Connecticut Kings project will not  be following Jordan and Cole, that doesn't mean we can't check in a little bit, and see what they're up to, right? This is not intended to read as a short story, etc, this is just a little snippet of something that came to my mind for them, so i'm setting it free. Here we go! “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Jordan jumped, obviously startled by the sound of my voice, then quickly tucked the basketball in his hands behind him before he turned guilty eyes in my direction....

[caption id="attachment_5543" align="alignleft" width="450"] Yours truly at Indie Love Atlanta 2017. Photo credit to Porsha Antalan at Brwn Stock Imaging - www.brwnstockimaging.com[/caption] "Y'all brought me back to romance." Not the first time i've heard that sentiment, by any means. And it wasn't even the only time I heard it Saturday, in a room full of Black indie authors and our readers. I get it in emails and inbox messages, see it in comments on facebook. I heard it several times in Houston, usually accompanied by the type of warm hug only a Black woman who believes in and or loves you can...

Coming this summer, your favorite fictional football team is back like they never left, ready to take on a new season. Old friends and new faces weave through the pages of books three and four in the series, transporting you once again into the world of the Connecticut Kings!   From Christina Jones - Determining Possession - Good decisions don’t always leave you unscathed. Sometimes, the best choice might be the one that leaves you vulnerable. The one that forces you to face a not-so-distant past that hurts, or go through with something you never thought would come to fruition. The one that makes...