Sample Sunday

Unedited. Subject to change. If I choose an official date, I'll definitely share it! Enjoy :) “Why aren’t you answering your phone,” Natalie demanded, picking up after the second ring. I knew she’d had her phone in her hand, watching it light up with my name, “punishing” by making me wait an extra few seconds before she answered. “I was a little preoccupied.” I stared down at the scuffed toe of my designer boots, feeling none of the rage I would’ve two weeks ago over such a thing. One week ago. Maybe the liquor was already kicking in, or maybe the shit didn’t really...

Unedited. Subject to change. No release date yet. The usuals. Enjoy <3   He was in my workroom. Bafflingly, I wasn’t bothered by the sight of him a bundle of steel wool in his – glove less – hands, cleaning the rust and grime from another spoke of the bike I’d been working on when he first arrived. I didn’t really let people touch my stuff back here – not even Vaughn, or my mother when she was alive. Raf though… I didn’t mind. Maybe because he got it. Maybe because this was a passion I may not have even discovered if it weren’t for him....

Unedited. Heavily Redacted. Subject to Change. Coming soonish. Enjoy the sample!   I, admittedly, had a little bit of a sweet tooth, so I was a little excited at the prospect of finding gourmet-quality ice cream I could enjoy without my stomach bouncing right to left to do the shoulder lean. It was a pretty ass day outside too – sun shining, birds chirping, all that. I’d gotten in some good cardio on the court, had made those dudes feel bad about themselves – it was a great day. And then I walked into Dreamery. There she was behind the counter, her locs tucked away underneath a vibrantly printed...

“How do I know this isn’t laced with something,” I asked, working my way up from the couch as she went into my kitchen. “You could be trying to kill me.” “If I wanted to kill you, I would not waste good food to do it. Not when I know so many better ways.” “Is that supposed to be comforting?” “I wasn’t really going for comfort. I was just speaking the truth.” She moved to the sink to wash her hands, stopping when she noticed the burned-out pan in the sink. “You tried to cook something?” “Tried, yeah.” She laughed. “Mmmhmm. Have a seat.” I took...

This is exciting, right? I mean, it is to me - the first "Sample Sunday" in almost two months, which is a bit of an anomaly. That's no complaint - absence makes the heart grow fonder or something. In any case, I'm excited to start sharing snippets and visuals (shout out to Porsha at brwnstock) for this project, which I hope you enjoy reading as much as I'm enjoying writing. Ben and Kyle (the heroine) have a great enemies-to-lovers dynamic, even though it's not typically a "trope" that I enjoy. (And yet, I somehow end up writing it often. Go figure.)   This snippet is unedited,...

I leaned in the doorway of my bedroom, watching him try his best not to fall asleep. It was late – later than he should be here at all, but with the workout we’d had… I figured I could at least let the man get some sleep. The glare from the TV cast a bluish glow across his dark copper skin, and reflected in his barely-open eyes. I tightened my silk robe around myself a little more as he took longer and longer to open his eyes again between “blinks”. But then, something must have alerted him to my presence because...

Subject to change. Unedited. Release day TBA, when I actually have one lol.   Enjoy!     “Uh, excuse me, I’m looking for um… Patrick Bell,” Tanise teased, putting on a Valley accent for some reason as she approached me where I usually was if I was at the shop. The workroom. “What is it this time Tan?” I asked, straightening up from hand-sanding the fine details at the corner of the desk I was working on. “I thought you didn’t like leaving Rome and Ellie up front with customers, yet your ass is always back here lately, trying to get me to—shit, this isn’t about Leona...

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...

Unedited. Subject to change. Enjoy :)   “I really just feel like I should walk over there and beat her ass, that’s all I’m saying.” I tried – and failed – not to laugh at Nubia’s antics as we wrapped up the “mandatory” self-defense class at Five Star Fitness. At first, I’d worried I’d have to talk Mimi into letting me work with everyone else, but as soon as I told her I didn’t want to just watch, mischief sparked in her eyes, and she grinned. “Well get your ass up here and let’s work then.” And work, I had. After the class, we left the room to...