Ante Up

“Is that why there’s no Mrs. Cree Bradley? You're jaded and suspicious?” Cree shrugged. “Not really, actually. I just… haven’t vibed like that with anybody. Good sex… that’s easy. Anything beyond that just hasn’t seemed to pan out.” “That sounds like bullshit.” “It does, doesn’t it?” he chuckled. “It’s the truth though. There have been a few women who, on the surface, I would’ve loved to make something happen with. Great on paper, just didn’t vibe.” Something about the way he said that sparked something in my mind, and instead of letting it go, I asked, “Was Vivica Russell one of them?” That made him...

Unedited. Release date TBD. Enjoy :)     “Accusing you of a crime?” Cree chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not here for that. I’m here looking for a… how did Roach describe you… you remember him, right?” Fuck. “Detective Bradley, I can’t say I’ve ever considered a roach to be anything more than a disgusting, inhuman thing to be crushed under my foot. Not something to remember.” “Wow. That’s interesting, because he definitely remembers a “fine ass, redbone bitch with long braids”.” Cree’s eyes went to my hair, still in last night’s cornrows. “Does that sound as familiar to you as it sounds to me?” “This...

“Ms. Miller… are you in some kind of trouble?” She snorted. “Do I really seem like the type of woman to get into trouble?” “You seem like the type of woman who is trouble. Like anybody who crosses you might have a problem on their hands.” “Well…” she smirked. “Glad to know that I’m putting off the correct impression.” I chuckled, then pushed my hands into my pockets as I studied her face, trying to figure out… anything. “You definitely are. Which is why you have to understand my curiosity about… pretty much everything, as it relates to you.” “I understand it just fine, Detective...

Available Now On Amazon! I know exactly why it turns you on…because you’re messed up too. Asha’s life is no fairytale, by any stretch of the imagination. There was no kind, generous father to care for and protect her from the Vegas that exists beyond the glitz and glamour of The Strip. No wise, doting mother to look over and guide her, passing down essential lessons and leading her to the right path. And certainly no Prince Charming just around the corner, ready to rescue her from working late nights to cover steadily mounting bills. But she’s alive. Overwhelmed with responsibility she never...

A short one today. Mine. Unedited. Subject to change. Enjoy :) Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to the front of the Drake Casino Resort, and gave the valet the keys. Normally, I would spend ten or fifteen minutes on an adventure in the parking lot, looking for a space, but the spa voucher in my purse said that my parking would be validated. I wasn’t passing up any perks today. Inside the resort, I headed straight for the spa desk, which was just a few steps over from the hotel check in. As I approached, the woman at the counter looked...

From Ante Up - coming late January. Unedited, and subject to change. Enjoy :) “And I got the information you wanted on Asha Davis.” I turned my attention to Ace, listening to her for the first time since she’d climbed into the back of the car. She was my assistant as much as she was my “harmony advocate” – the sight of her was usually a pretty good diffuser of conflict – and she’d been running off a list of things I needed to be updated on. Everything else, she would have to tell me again. About Red though… I was all...

I know exactly why it turns you on…because you’re messed up too. Asha’s life is no fairytale, by any stretch of the imagination. There was no kind, generous father to care for and protect her from the Vegas that exists beyond the glitz and glamour of The Strip. No wise, doting mother to look over and guide her, passing down essential lessons and leading her to the right path. And certainly no Prince Charming just around the corner, ready to rescue her from working late nights to cover steadily mounting bills. But she’s alive. Overwhelmed with responsibility she never asked for, carrying...