Sample Sunday

“So, since when are shirtless selfies not thirst traps, Mr. Everett?” I asked, tossing the card onto the counter to pick up the wine bottle instead. His gaze followed me to the drawer that held my corkscrew. “That’s just how I work sometimes. The shop can get hot when I have art drying. I don’t want any moving air to mess up the paint.” He took a seat at the counter, watching as I peeled off the foil from the top of the bottle, then set the corkscrew. “You’re about to open that now, when it hasn’t been chilled?” I shrugged, then...

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...

Unedited. Subject to change. No official release date yet, and all that jazz :) Enjoy! “There’s my double chocolate muffin,” I teased, opening my arms as she approached. She flung herself into me, wrapping her arms around my neck for a hug. “Everything looks sooooo pretty Daddy!” she said, her eyes wide as she looked around. Her bedtime was actually fast approaching, but I spotted a bit of bright blue frosting at the corner of her mouth – someone had been at the cupcake table, and I doubted her energy was wearing off soon. “You having fun?” My question was met with a deep,...

I don't have a release date. Really :) But please enjoy this sample! I let out a deep, heavy sigh as hot water sprayed over me, working out the knots in my aching limbs. I closed my eyes as I turned my back to the spray, briefly considering the consequences of just staying in there forever. I was tired. Tired as hell. The phone call from last night had gotten pushed back even later, which meant I was up in the middle of the night doing business, only to wake up early to help my parents pack up the house. I’d spent the morning...

Mscraftyifyanasty liked your photo. I was sitting in the break room during my lunch hour, aimlessly scrolling my Instagram app. There were only a few minutes left before I had to head back to the classroom, but I was burning time while I finished my sandwich. That was when the notification popped up at the bottom of my screen. I grinned at the name – I liked that type of thing – then tapped the button that would lead me to the list of notifications. I wanted to check Ms. “crafty if you’re nasty” out. But the notification wasn’t on the list. Weird. I thought about...

“Oh, damn! Sorry!” I heard those words, but couldn’t reply. I was too busy trying to breathe through the pain radiating from my ass and wrist, which had been the sacrifices that cushioned my fall. My tote was on the ground beside me, packages spilling out of it, and I shook my head as I gingerly moved to slide them back into the bag. Before I could touch them, they’d already been scooped up, and strong arms were under my elbows, pulling me to my feet. “You okay?” I brushed my locs out of my face, taking my sunglasses with them. I pushed out...

Unedited. Subject to Change. I hated Wednesdays. Especially the week after a loss. Media all over the locking room for damn near an hour, saying whatever the fuck they wanted. After a win, whatever. I could handle it. But if we didn’t? The motherfuckers went for blood – which I could also handle. The team just didn’t usually like the way I handled it. “Jordan Johnson, Kendra Fulton with WAWG Sports.” With a heavy sigh, I tightened the towel around my waist and turned around, already mentally bracing myself for bullshit. I was tired – mentally and physically – from practice and morning meetings, and I...

(unedited. subject to change) I turned away from her, glad for the little bit of camouflage my lab coat provided as I strode away. As I approached the nurse’s station, I noticed a man in a suit standing there with flowers in his hand, and immediately assumed he was waiting for one of our patients, a pregnant wife or girlfriend, as a surprise. “Malcolm? What are you doing here?” I glanced behind me as Devyn approached, eyes wide. My eyebrows drew together in a frown as she walked up to the wannabe-GQ-motherfucker with the – damn, they weren’t from the grocery store –...

(Unedited. Subject to change) “Girl, if you say so. I’m actually surprised you say he’s an asshole to you. I mean… I think all three of them, Jason, Justin, and Joseph have a little streak of it in them, but Joseph is usually laid back around me. He can take himself a bit too seriously sometimes with the “eldest brother” thing, but I figured how to shut that down immediately. I gave him a nickname.” I lifted my eyebrow. “A nickname?” A mischievous glint came to Reese’s eyes as she flipped her newly-installed braids over her shoulder. “Mmhmm. At first, it was “Little Joe”,...