Author: christina

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...

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...