Sample Sunday

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...

Subject to change. No release date in mind.   The soothing spray of hot water blasted against my skin, helping to relieve some of the tension in my neck and shoulders. I’d come home and immediately popped a few tablets of guaranteed sleep and then climbed into bed and closed my eyes. Ten hours later, it was just after midnight, and I was aching from the apparently awkward position I’d passed out in. After my shower, I pulled on a tee-shirt, grabbed a pint of strawberry cheesecake gelato, and got right back into my bed. I flipped the TV on, and then picked...

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...

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. 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...

Subject to change. Coming this Spring. Enjoy :)   “Where’s the good in your bestie sleeping with the owner’s son if I can’t drink as much as I want to?” I asked, rolling my eyes as the other bartender wouldn’t even look my way, for fear of stepping on Rob’s toes after he’d informed me I had enough to drink. Laughing, Rob continued with the complicated ass steps of whatever drink he was making. “The good in it is that your bestie’s boyfriend can make sure you stay upright on that stool.” “Upright is overrated,” I shot back, and Rob paused what he was...