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So, I've mentioned before that my upcoming release, Behind The Scenes, has a lot of cameos/mentions from other characters in my catalog. I always get questions about this with every project, so I thought I'd save you the trouble and just make this quick reference for you! Characters Mentioned Nick and Noah - Relationship Goals Trei Norwood and Zorayah Whitfield - King Of Hearts (Third story in collection) Nubia Perry-Foster, Stephen Foster - Inevitable Seductions Rowan, Laurel, Des Byers, Jeff Perry - A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement Nashira Drake - Mine Tonight (First story in collection) Will Copeland & Cameron Taylor - The Trouble With Love Coral - His...

Want to hear me talk about this book, or watch the trailer? Click here! Want to pre-order this title? That's here! Please note that this title will not be made available in the Kindle Unlimited Library. “What’s wrong?” Pierre asked, pulling back. He was looking at me like he already knew the answer, which was fine, since I couldn’t verbalize it anyway. Instead, I shook my head, taking a step away, out of his hold. “Nothing.” “Nothing,” he mocked, but not in a cruel way.  Maybe just pointing out how ridiculous it sounded. “You’re thinking about ol’ boy, huh?” He stood up to approach me,...

“What if I don’t have any stress?” “Then I would say you’re probably ignoring or neglecting a large amount of the responsibilities that come along with being a productive adult,” I answered, honestly. From the way his expression shifted though, I got the clear impression he didn’t like my answer very much. “I don’t need a fucking babysitter, Logan,” he told me, in a low, aggressive tone I’d never heard from him before. “I don’t know – or care, frankly – what Nubia told you, but this ain’t me – aiight? I’m not interested in this shit.” Instead of feeding into his sudden...

“So that’s what you were so stressed about?” He blinked. Then nodded. “Yeah,” he confirmed, with a deep sigh like he was embarrassed to admit it. “It’s… something I struggle with, a little bit.” “A little bit, or a lot?” A dry laugh wrangled from his throat as he pushed a handful of locs back from his face, meeting my gaze again. “A lot.” “Me too.” “Hopefully tonight will be better for both of us,” he replied, with zero innuendo in his tone. My brain took it there though, immediately thinking of a way we could end this night with a definite bang, and go ahead and rid...

"Why so many novellas/short projects, CCJ?" This is such a loaded question, which I get painfully often, that I’m sorely attempted to answer with, “Because I’m grown.” I guess that’s not very helpful though, huh? Especially when it’s often a question with no malice behind it, just a simple inquiry. Only… it’s hard to not be defensive about it when my art is attacked on this very specific front on a regular basis. I seriously get this in comments, questions, reviews, messages, every week. Sometimes multiple times a week. What’s with all these novellas? Shorts don’t satisfy me. This could’ve been 300 pages. Why is it so abrupt? This didn’t...

It's not Sunday, but it's still sample time! We know how it goes - I don't have a release date yet, and anything here is unedited and subject to change. Enjoy! “Knock knock,” I called through the open doorway of Kima’s office, and waited to be invited in. She looked up from whatever she was busy with, her slanted eyes going wide when she saw me standing there. “Oh. Chef Clarke. You’re… early.” Chef Clarke? “Aiight,” I drawled, stepping in and closing the door behind me, even though we were the only ones there. “I think I see what you’re doing – the Chef...

Unedited. Subject to Change. Coming soon. Between inventories, future menus, supply orders and contracts, I was so busy that I ignored the knock that sounded at the office door after ten at night. Anything important was supposed to be deferred to Addison, and if he needed something, he would just walk in. As a matter of fact, when the door opened without me answering, he was the person I expected to see on the other side. Definitely not Drew. “I know you’re not ignoring me, right?” she asked, stepping in and closing the door behind her. She looked good as fuck, in an oversized...

Unedited. Subject to change. Unfinished. Dunno when, lol. I'm having a good time between the times when i'm definitely not though, so that's a good sign, right? Enjoy! I made sure to return my empty champagne flute to a server as I slipped through the crowd, keeping a lookout for anybody I didn’t want to run into – Addison Clarke, specifically. Circling back the way I’d come in, I pulled my cell phone from the clutch on my wrist, navigating to my rideshare app to arrange my transportation. I turned a corner as I submitted the ride request, relieved to have an escape plan...