Sample Sunday

(As always, unedited, and subject to change) This. Is. Your. Job. I reminded myself of that annoying little fact as Dr. Joseph Wright strode away from me, mumbling something under his breath about being the one M. D. behind his name. He made me so damned sick – no pun intended – and as it stood, there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Now, if this followed the natural course of a romance novel – and why the hell wouldn’t it? – in a few weeks, I would be in Dr. Wright’s bed. As fine as he was, under other circumstances, maybe...

Guess what? You can pre-order Inevitable Seductions here for release on February 19th! As always - sample is unedited, subject to change, all that jazz. Happy reading! My eyes locked with Nubia’s as I approached. She didn’t back down, and I sure in the fuck wasn’t about to either. Yeah, maybe I bitched about it to my homeboys, and obsessed about it in the comfort of my own mind, but when it came time to be face to face with her, she’d never see me sweat. And like any worthy opponent, she wore her game face as well. “How are your legs this...

[caption id="attachment_4549" align="alignleft" width="406"] Coming 2016[/caption] Should have never got my ass on this damn plane. I glared across at Steph as we strapped in for landing, wanting to smack that stupid smirk off his face. Later, I would – in my head – give him his props for how well he’d played me, but for now, I was still pissed. And miserably turned on. That little weak ass bathroom orgasm had done nothing but leave me frustrated, still craving the real thing. Real fingers, real tongue. Steph’s fingers and tongue. And dick. Crap. I blew out a heavy breath, sending stray tendrils of my hair...

Coming soon. Unedited. Subject to change. Enjoy! ;) Joseph Wright had never been a lovey-dovey guy, not with me or my brothers. He saved the mushy stuff for our mother – turned into a smooth-talking teddy bear when he interacted with her. For us boys though, it was always toughen up, less emotion, work harder, sweat more, better grades – normal shit, honestly. Looking back, I could see that he was careful not to talk down to us, not to be too harsh, leading by example. He was raising men, not assholes, he said at least once a week, always directed...

Unedited. Subject to change. Coming this month ;) “I live alone.” “Then why is this address on the paperwork?” “Because it’s a duplex,” she snapped, then jabbed a finger toward my chest. “You need to drive around back.” I blew out a heavy sigh, then took a step back. “You couldn’t have just said that in the first place?” “What was it that you said that day in the office? That’s not even what you asked me.” I narrowed my eyes, and nodded. “Aiight. Got it.” Shaking my head, I stepped down off the porch and climbed back into the car. I hadn’t driven two feet before...

Unedited. Subject to change. Please enjoy ;) I giggled at Blake’s words, and then pressed my head against the back of the high-backed chair as people began to sit down at the table. I ducked my head to dab at my eyes again, grateful for the dim lighting in the restaurant. When I looked up, my eyes fell on Steph, who was still standing. Flirting actually, with two women – probably random fans of his – as they practically swooned under his attention. My eyes were still on him when he suddenly looked up, and his gaze met mine. I lifted an...

[caption id="attachment_4549" align="alignleft" width="406"] Coming 2016[/caption] (as always, unedited, subject to change. Coming in 2016. Happy Reading!) Nubia Unfiltered. Nubia In The Wild. Real World: Nubia. Ugh. I hated every one of those. I closed the folder in my hands and tossed it aside, picking up my cell phone from the table beside me. I unlocked the screen, and went into the text thread with my sister. “Did you see the shitty names they’re proposing for this reality show?” My leg was hooked over the arm of the chair I was in, and I stared down to my hot pink toenails as I waited for her to text back. “They...

[caption id="attachment_4474" align="alignleft" width="351"] Coming November 2015[/caption] (Unedited. Subject to change. Enjoy!) She wasn’t answering the door. My first thought was “Damn, I guess she really is taking this ‘avoid Tariq’ bullshit seriously.” Eventually, I would call her on it, but in the meantime I’d just been giving her the space she obviously wanted. But not answering the door – or her phone – for me? No, this was something different. I shifted the bags in my hands to one side, to pull out my keys. I maneuvered the one she’d given me into my hand and unlocked the door, closing and locking it...

“You never answered about dinner,” he muttered against my ear, then bent to nip my neck. With my eyes still closed, I shook my head. “I don’t think I can do tonight.” “Think harder.” His hands stilled then moved away from me, and I let out a groan of protest as he nipped my neck again. “Think harder, Kora.” “Don’t do this,” I whined, trying to rock against his hand, but he held me still. His lips brushed my ear. “You want to come?” “Yes.” “You want me to make you come?” “Yes.” My body shuddered involuntarily as he pushed against my clit with his thumb, then pressed...