Author: christina

[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...

Unedited. Subject to change. enjoy. :)   My eyebrows shot up. “I…wow,” I stammered, as what had just happened really hit me. “I… I look forward to hearing from you. Again, thank you for the opportunity.” “No.” Eli stepped forward, putting a hand on my shoulder. “If all goes smoothly, it’s not an opportunity,” he corrected. “It’s your future.” The next few minutes were a blur. I know goodbyes were exchanged and all of that, but I damn near felt like I was floating as Jordan led me to find Wil and Cole. Barely, I registered Jordan telling me congratulations before he and Cole moved...

“This place is just… beyond perfect. I can barely even stand it.” “You said that about the last four places too.” I bit back a smile as Wil shot a glare in my direction, then immediately went back to fawning over the townhouse apartment. “Hardwood floors, and vaulted ceilings, and big windows, and granite counters, and half the price of living in New York,” she mused, in a dreamy sort of voice as she ran her fingers along one of the custom cabinets in the large kitchen. “And space. Glorious, wonderful, space. I think I’m in love.” I laughed at her enthusiasm, but...

Unedited. Subject to change and all that. Enjoy!   She stood in front of me completely relaxed despite the fact that she was completely naked, looking at me with her eyebrow raised like she was waiting for me to speak. “What did you do to me?” I asked, bringing a smile to her face, which wasn’t what I was expecting. She took a few steps, closing the distance between us before she tipped her head back a bit to look me in the eyes as her hand closed around my dick, stroking me through the fabric of my boxers. “Nothing you didn’t want.” “You know...

Unedited. Subject to Change. Coming soon-ish. Enjoy! I was going back to yoga. And it wasn’t even some sideways ploy to put myself in Astrid’s space, especially since I’d done a remarkable job of not running into her, not hearing her name, not seeing her, for coming on two weeks. Just when I was thinking I was getting past whatever affliction it was she’d worked on me, I woke up the morning after a particularly hard workout feeling like my joints were superglued in place, and my muscles were stiff as boards. Hot shower didn’t help. Foam roller didn’t help. Trying to stretch helped a bit,...

Or, alternatively: Bad habits of this one indie romance author. Or something. I couldn't make a good title curl all the way over, so instead y'all got that one. Let me explain. Often - too often - I find myself up way too late (we'll get to that) thinking about the numerous ways I played myself that day. It's not cute, and it's note fun, but it's the truth. I had a recent realization that I'm not very good at giving myself credit for the things I manage to do, but we'll get to that later too. I'm defining "playing myself" much in...

Unedited. Belongs to me, like Reese and Jason. Subject to change. Late Spring. Enjoy! “Just this once… let’s take sides. Pride…aside. Feelings… aside. Inhibitions… outside. Worries… wayside. Protection… bedside. Panties… aside. You… inside. Camera phone? Make you sure you get my good side… alright? Don’t be scared to turn me sideways and get deeper… alright? Ain’t nothing wrong with a good firm grip on my backside… alright? I know it’s good, but stay focused, don’t get sidetracked… alright? Alright. You want to turn it over, flip it over, that’s okay, cause I’m flexible like that. I know it’s pretty, but stay focused … don’t get sidetracked. Take me higher, take me higher, don’t let the pressure subside. You getting tired? Tap...

Last one, hopefully. *fingers crossed* Unedited. Subject to change. Enjoy! :)   I pushed off the wall, and was about to head for the stairs where her door suddenly opened, and she peeked out. “Hey…” she said, in a tone that just seemed… off. “I am… so sorry. I got back from seeing Zion off, and I just…” she shook her head as her words trailed off, and I stepped up to the door, putting myself right in front of her. The usual light was missing from her eyes this morning, and they were glossy and red. I frowned.  “You got back from seeing Zion off,...