14 Jul Same Time Next Week
So, y’all know I love black romance, right? That’s my heart, my passion, all that jazz. I don’t venture often into the interracial genre, because it’s just not my cup of tea generally.
So, you know if i’m going hard for a book that’s outside of the genre that I live and breathe, I ain’t playing. Y’all know that, right?
This book is HOT.
Lemme say it again.
So… read it. DL White can write her booty off, and before you go get it so you can read it, lemme say one – no, two – things. Peanut butter kiss, and coffee shop scene. Come back and tell me what you thought when you know what i’m talmbout, okay?!
You have a chance to enter the giveaway too! See that below the excerpt!
From the author of ANONYMOUS and Brunch at Ruby’s comes a decadent, sexy, indulgent Interracial Romance.
In a past life, Jackson Sweeney, child star and former member of award winning male vocal group ‘Boy Wonder’, was more rich and famous than he’d ever imagined he could be. But that was then. Now he’s returning home to Orlando to take on a new job– Music Director to rock’s reigning Prince, Rod Phillips. On an early morning shopping trip, he meets a disheveled insomniac named Shelby.
Shelby Morris is a troubled young woman in hiding and on the run. Her past involves a fiery accident, a murder accusation and an escape from Miami in the dead of night. She doesn’t sleep, so she wanders until dawn. On a warm twilight morning, she happens upon music’s most eligible bachelor at the grocery store.
Sparks fly, especially the next morning when they accidentally-on-purpose meet up again. After a flirty first date, they decide to meet up again the next week. And the next. And the next. Soon, Thursdays come to mean decadent chocolate cake, sweet red wine and two bodies intertwined.
Every attempt to get to know this beautiful, mysterious woman is rebuffed; Shelby is cagey, full of secrets that can’t be pried from her. Jackson can’t risk another relationship where he gives more than he gets… but Thursdays have become a habit that his body can’t do without.
Eight seconds turns Shelby’s life on end, luring an old enemy from the shadows. Jackson is poised to learn more than she ever wanted him to know about the woman she used to be. And this time, her mistakes could hurt someone she’s come to love.
This summer, Thursdays will never be the same…
I am so fucking crazy. Crazy!
It was 4:30 am. Shelby was awake and headed to the store. She needed…milk? Right. At 4:30 in the morning. With her washed, blow dried and cascading over her shoulders, casually dressed in tight jeans and a form fitting t-shirt and flip flops, to show off her freshly painted toes. A light dusting of powder, mascara, some lip gloss, her new designer shades and a spritz of body spray.
“Oh my God,” she ranted to herself, the bright blue and green Publix sign coming into view ahead. Her heartbeat sped up almost double time. “I look crazy. It’s not like I’ll see him two days in a row. I don’t even know why I’m going. I totally look like I got dolled up to go to the grocery store. For milk! And if he’s in there, it’s totally going to look like I’m trying to make up for looking like ass yesterday.”
Shelby pulled into a spot near the entrance, turned off the car, and stepped inside the brightly lit store, a list in one hand, purse in the other.
“I can’t even stand myself right now. Why am I here? I’m so ridiculous.”
“Excuse me?” Shelby whipped around, not realizing anyone would be around to hear her. One of the janitors was behind her, dust mop in hand, dark brown eyes quizzically staring at her.
“Nothing,” she replied, shaking her head, dumping her purse into a cart and pushing it forward. “Sorry. Nothing.”
Shelby quickly marked items off of her list−things she had to come and pick up at this time of morning, with her hair done and makeup on and her best jeans and that shirt she loved that hit her waist just right. She was not, absolutely not, subconsciously looking for him. He wasn’t crazy like her, frequenting grocery stores before sunrise, while no one else in the world was awake.
She didn’t see him. She didn’t expect to, but was still disappointed to not run into him. Despondent, she unloaded the items from her cart and stood in the checkout line, watched the clerk bag them and set the bags in the cart, paid for her groceries and slowly wheeled the cart to her car.
Maybe… somewhere… deep in the recesses of her mind, she thought she might see him again. And maybe she was hoping to make up for the day before, when she looked so terrible. And maybe show him what she looked like when she put some effort into it.
Shelby sighed, popping the trunk.
And then maybe he’d ask her out and they’d have a great time and keep dating and live happily ever after. Or maybe (and more realistically) they’d hook up and have some mind-blowing sex. Blow off some steam. It had been a long, long time since she’d even felt like having sex. She barely remembered what it was like to enjoy it. He oozed sex. She could use some of that, right about now.
It wouldn’t be just the sex that she’d be interested in. She’d never met a celebrity before. Not a real one, anyway. Lucas knew a lot of high powered people and she’d met them all, but no one that anyone would recognize if they walked down the street. Or ran into her with their grocery cart. None with that smile or those eyes or that voice. None that were down to earth and normal. Any celebrity that did his own shopping in the dead of night wasn’t spoiled–he was trying to survive like everyone else.
Shelby transferred a few bags from the cart to her car, mentally berating herself. I can’t even believe I was actually putting effort into it. Like, really trying to meet him again, after bawling my eyes out over Lucas earlier–“
“Hey, there. Thought you looked familiar.” Shelby froze, her hands hanging in midair, tan plastic grocery bag dangling from two fingers. That voice. The way it sent tingles down her spine… she’d know it anywhere.
But her body wouldn’t move, no matter how hard she tried to casually turn around and flip her hair back and give him a bright smile. The most she could do was turn her head, slowly, and look at his feet, clad in red and black sneakers, then let her eyes travel up his body, over jeans that pooled at the ankles and were loose all the way up the leg and hung low on his hips. She tried hard to skip over the bulge at the junction of his thighs but… she couldn’t. Her gaze lingered there longer than she’d planned. Mmmph. She wondered if the rumors about him were true.
Shelby resisted licking her lips, tore her eyes away from his groin and forced them up. Up over the Ed Hardy hoodie he wore with the grey t-shirt underneath and what appeared to be a ring of dried sweat around the collar. She wondered what he’d been doing, that he was sweating so hard. And why he was out at so early… or late… again. Was he with someone? And then came to talk to her? Asshole.
A pang shot through her. Felt like envy. She hated herself for feeling it.
Her eyes finally made it to a long, thin face, with more than a 5 o’clock shadow growing, a nose that should detract from his looks but oddly enhanced them and two gorgeous pools of sparkling blue that were narrowed and hooded as he stared at her, a wrinkle of concern spreading across his forehead.
“Are you okay? Let me help you with that.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and let him reach around her for the rest of the bags in her cart and watched him gingerly place them in the trunk. He stepped back and smiled. She stared, speechless.
“Oh, this too? Let me…uh…” Jackson stepped forward again, took the bag that was hanging from her fingers and placed it among the others. “That’s it? Anything else going in here? Better grab your purse.”
Shelby nearly smacked herself, trying to bring her mind into focus, grabbing her purse and sliding it onto her arm. “Thank you. I appreciate your help.” She smiled up at him, hoping she didn’t look like a lovesick teenager. It was that he was so… so close and so much better looking in person than on TV and in pictures, and she looked better, she thought, this time around and ohmyGodpleasetalktome.
“I was going to close this…” Jackson had one hand on the top of the trunk and was moving to close it, asking for permission with a raised eyebrow. Shelby nodded and stepped back. The trunk closed with a soft thunk, after which he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and shrugged his shoulders. An uncomfortable smile drifted between them, as if each one expected the other to say something.
“So. I guess you like to shop this early, too.” Shelby inwardly rolled her eyes at herself. Lame.
“Sometimes,” he answered, glancing up at the neon green Publix sign outside of the store. “It’s somewhere to go. And it’s open and cool inside. It starts getting hot as soon as the sun comes up, so…” Jackson bobbed his head from one side to the other. Shelby thought that was the cutest thing she’d ever seen.
“I totally get that. Not a lot of places are open this early. Or… late. Miami is a twenty-four hour city. I’m surprised at how this place slows down at night.”
“Mmhmm,” he said, nodding. “Yeah, I uh… have spent some time down in Miami. It is like that, yeah. LA, too. I’m starting to miss that. I mean, there’s places open…”
“When you get used to being able to get whatever you want, you can’t settle for waffles at Denny’s.”
He nodded, looking relieved that she commiserated. Honestly, she was relieved that he understood. “I don’t sleep well,” she confessed. “There’s usually no one here this time of morning. It’s peaceful. A safe place to walk around, at least.”
His eyes sparkled, giving her a warning that a joke was coming. “Until some jackass runs into your cart and ruins the whole experience.”
She laughed, relaxing and enjoying this encounter much more than the previous one. “Right. Or some jackass is in the way of your cart.”
He laughed, much to her delight. The sound was genuine, deep and chesty and chuckle inducing itself. She wanted to hear it again. And again and again.
He gestured toward the automatic doors, opening and closing as people were walking in and out. The city was waking up. “Well, uh…I better head in and pick up my stuff. My day starts around noon. I need to get home and get some rest. It was nice seeing you, again.”
Shelby could not imagine why they couldn’t just stand around smiling at each other and laughing at lame jokes until sunrise. “Yeah, you too. Maybe we’ll do it again… sometime.”
Jackson turned before walking inside, the greatest grin on his face. “That would be nice. That would be really nice. Take care, honey.” He gave her a nod, a tip of his head and wiggled a few fingers at her in a wave, then turned and walked inside. Sauntered inside.
Goddamn, that man was sexy.
Shelby unlocked her car door and poured herself inside, then slumped forward onto the steering wheel, trying not to scream. That would be ridiculous and immature. But…. he called her honey.
About DL White
As the daughter of a serviceman, I am formerly from all over the place; however I have lived in the grandest city in the south, Atlanta GA, since early 2003. I’m a northwestern girl at heart but I think I’ve finally got this southern thing down… the tea is sweet and the fish come with grits!
I’m a lover of technology, a fan of Brunch and am seriously addicted to coffee. I am hardly ever serious and ridiculously sarcastic. I devour books (and Skittles) and have been blogging my thoughts on books and writing at TheSweetEscape.net since 2009.
I previously released a short story entitled ANONYMOUS in December 2014 and my first full length novel, Brunch at Ruby’s was published in March of 2015. I have been writing for most of my life but began seriously pursuing a writing career in 2009. More than four years later, I’m loving my experience as an Independent author and I hope to be able to provide more good reads for those that enjoy them!
For more information about me or my writing, I’m a click away! Find me online at:
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