The Loyal Wife - Sneak Peek

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The Loyal Wife, my first traditionally published book, releases tomorrow! Here’s a look into the first chapter.

Dante

 They were fucking screwed—there was no doubt about that.

They were all going to prison, and at that point, there was nothing Dante could do about it.

Worse, from the looks of it, someone was setting Dante up to take the fall.

Since he was the one who handled the taxes for their company, it was Dante’s responsibility to make sure every dime they brought in and paid out was accounted for. As he swiped from one page to another, Dante’s heart raced and thumped harder against his rib cage.

None of it was making any sense.

There were incorrect amounts on payroll invoices and financial statements, imaginary customers were billed that hadn’t received services, and a lot of customers appeared to have been charged two and three times the amount they should have been. Tossing the papers onto his desk, Dante sat deeper in his seat and released a slow, tired breath.

When he opened his credit repair, loans, taxes, and investment business five years ago, it was with the belief that his partners all had the same intentions as him. His wife, and their best friends, Eric and Jessica, were the closest people to Dante. If there was anyone he trusted with his life and business, it was them. Now, Dante had to figure out who was stealing from him and their customers… and quickly.

Their accountant was expecting their financial documents in seventy-two hours to start preparing their taxes for the previous quarter. How in the hell was he going to explain this mess that someone had created? Dante couldn’t focus on that. Right now, he needed to call an emergency meeting to figure out who was stealing from their company and why.

But would they actually tell him?

Dante’s head shook as he sat up in his seat. Looking around at the papers sprawled against his dark brown desk, Dante gritted his teeth as he thought over his next move. There was no doubt someone was stealing, but they probably wouldn’t just come outright and say it. Whoever it was would need to be confronted with irrefutable evidence. As he scratched the back of his head, Dante decided to call one of his tech friends to have software downloaded on everyone’s computers in the office. Then he’d have cameras installed. If that didn’t help him catch whoever it was in the act, he’d inform his wife and seek her help.

Grabbing his phone, Dante decided to go and search everyone’s offices. Their office was on the ninth floor of a twelve-floor building. When guests first entered, they stopped at the light-colored reception area before being guided to Dante or someone else for help. His wife’s office was right next to his, but he decided to save hers for last. She was his life partner; Dante was confident she had nothing to do with this.

Starting with Eric, Dante went into his best friend of over fifteen year’s office and prayed he wouldn’t find anything that would prove Eric was stealing from their company and customers. Though Eric had always been ambitious, it was never to the point where he’d take what didn’t belong to him and risk going to prison. Dante made his way through the dark-colored office, heading first to Eric’s iMac. If he was falsifying statements, they would have to be done on his computer, right?

“Of course not. Eric isn’t stupid enough to do this on his office computer,” Dante grumbled, sitting down. “I have to at least check,” he decided, typing Eric’s password into the computer.

Once he was logged in, Dante went through Eric’s 2023 files, coming up empty. Everything seemed to be correct, which didn’t surprise him. If anyone was up to something corrupt, it had to be Jessica. She was Eric’s wife, but she was the person Dante trusted the least. He made his way to her office, coming up empty there too. Jessica printed all her client’s files, making it easy for him to scan each one.

Dante was about to leave, but when he passed his wife’s office, he felt the urge to go inside. Before going to her desk, Dante looked around, trying to convince himself it would be a waste of time. Her office was immaculate, as always. The green and silver décor matched her home office. He walked over to her customized silver desk, running his fingers across it. Releasing a low breath, Dante glanced at the pictures of them behind her desk before sitting down.

Her iMac desktop and laptop were on her desk. He started with her laptop, surprised when he realized she’d changed the password. Dante released a low hum and tapped his fingers on top of the desk briefly.

“What are you hiding?” Dante mumbled, going to her desktop when none of the passwords he tried on the laptop worked. That password was still the same, causing Dante to release a sigh of relief. Instead of going through the files on her desktop, Dante accessed her iCloud, where he found fictitious statements and invoices mirroring the ones in his office.

Refusing to believe his wife was the one committing fraud, Dante immediately logged out of her computer and went back to his office. For a while he just sat there, staring out into the darkness. It was a little after midnight, and the downtown streets of Memphis were eerily quiet. Standing, Dante made his way to the large window on the side of his office. Hands stuffed in his gray slacks, Dante cursed under his breath.

If she was stealing from the company, there had to be a reason for it.

If she was stealing from the company, what else was she doing behind his back?

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An emotionally charged psychological thriller that will leave fans breathless as they bear witness to the lengths a wife will go to honor her vows. An addictive page turner for fans of twisty plots in the same vein of Colleen Hoover’s Verity.

Perfect wife… Perfect life… until you can’t remember either.

The moment Dante Williams wakes up on the side of the road, unsure of where he is or who he is, his life changes for the worse. After a brief stay in the hospital, Dante is released to the care of his loving wife, Sade. Sade is beautiful, successful, and loyal. So loyal, she devotes herself to Dante indefinitely, hoping this will help him appreciate what he has—his life and his wife. 

While seemingly having it all, their perfect marriage isn’t enough to keep Dante from digging up the past in hopes of recovering his memory. It isn’t long before he begins questioning Sade’s behavior and intentions. Once secrets start to unravel, Dante is left more confused than the day following the accident. 

When Dante discovers evidence of something more sinister at play, he prepares to end his marriage but learns quickly that Sade meant every word in her vows and plans to honor them, until death.

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A Memphis Gangsta's Pain -- Tomorrow!

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Chapter 1

Londen

Late July

In Memphis

 

Trauma was a motherfucker.

Healing felt like a scheme.

Megan had called Londen in tears. The last time he saw her, she was happy and full of life. She was in love and on a cloud. Now, she was in so much pain, it was paralyzing. Her therapist recommended she journal to express her feelings, which was supposed to lead the way for healing and growth… however, writing about the pain her heart sustained from the man she loved was almost too much to bear.

“I just don’t understand, Londen.” At the sound of Megan’s voice cracking, Londen squeezed his eyes shut. “How is this healing me? How is this helping me? It hurts… so… fucking bad.”

Releasing a shaky breath, Londen opened his eyes as his jaw clenched. There were a lot of things Londen could protect his sister from, but unfortunately, heartbreak wasn’t on that list. It didn’t matter the reputation he had in the South. With her being miles away, her man didn’t take Londen’s threats seriously. It also didn’t help that Londen had been behind bars for so long. Dex didn’t believe Londen could send anyone to handle his lightweight, but now, Londen was out and free to handle Dex or anyone else how he pleased.

“I asked for your permission to come and handle that. I’m not going to take too many more phone calls with you crying before I pay Dex a visit, Megan.”

Megan sniffled. “I don’t want you to kill him, Londen.”

“Then what do you want me to do? Because every time you cry, it breaks my heart and makes me want to stop his.”

She sighed. “I want you to be a normal big brother and just… give me advice, not offer to kill him.”

With a huff, Londen sat back in his seat. His eyes looked toward the doors of the restaurant where he’d agreed to meet Felicia at. Apparently, she’d met with her lawyer and wanted to talk to Londen. His plan was to wait until he and Lei moved back to Memphis to file his lawsuit against the State and seek to have his rights returned for Landon, but the more he thought about Felicia’s betrayal, the more difficult it was for him to wait. Every day that passed was yet another day taken away from Londen to spend with his son, and it may have been selfish, but knowing he was being taken care of by Felicia’s husband didn’t satisfy Londen in any way.

“Okay.” Londen’s head bobbed as he considered her request. “You want my advice?”

“Yes,” Megan whined.

“Do you plan to marry Dex knowing he cheated on you?”

“I-I don’t know. He swears it was a one-off thing and it won’t happen again. He won’t even give me space to process this fully because he’s trying to fix things between us.”

Londen chuckled but it quickly turned into a scowl. His body heated and breathing grew heavier… louder.

With a sharp tone, he told her, “He’s not trying to fix things, Megan; he’s trying to manipulate you. He’s keeping you so distracted that you don’t have time to feel your hurt and remember the peace and happiness you had without him. He knows if he gives you space, you’re going to leave.” Licking his lips, Londen tilted his head as his nostrils flared. “My advice to you would be to remember the intention of your marriage. That’s supposed to be a safe, secure space for you… filled with peace. If you are not accepted and loved purely anywhere else by anyone else, you need to have that with your spouse. If you can honestly tell me you’re getting that from Dex, work it out. If not, take this as your way out and God’s way of keeping you from marrying him and making a horrible mistake.”

“Well… things have been a bit off between us since he proposed. He’s been saying little things here and there that make me feel a little insecure. Not necessarily insecure in the sense of comparison with other women but insecure like… not feeling safe and confident with him. He’s been complaining about me in ways that he never did before, and we stopped going out and having as much sex. Now I feel like it was because of her.”

“Yeah, it definitely was. He was fucking off and wanted to make sure he kept you on the side. If he messed up your confidence, he wouldn’t have to worry about you leaving if you found out he was cheating. A hit to the ego and belief that you aren’t that girl can easily make you stay with someone that’s cheated if you feel like they are a great catch. And worse, you set yourself up to feel as if you’re the reason for the cheating when you most certainly are not.”

“You’re right.” She paused and released a tired breath. “I think it hurts so much because I didn’t think Dex would ever do something like this to me. We’ve been planning this wedding and, ugh… now I have to call it off and explain why.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to anyone, and because you haven’t sent out invitations, you really don’t have to tell people the wedding is off. I can understand doing so to avoid having that conversation repeatedly when people ask about the planning, but you owe no one an explanation. Do what’s best for you and don’t worry about the optics.”

“I will. Thank you, Londen.”

“Always. If you decide to leave and he gives you a hard time about it…”

“You’ll be the first to know,” Megan interrupted to say with a soft laugh. Londen loved the strength in her voice and how she sounded more like herself. “I do appreciate you, brother. Maybe this is a sign I need to come back home.”

“Just let me know when you’re ready. I’ll take care of the move.”

“I will but I don’t know. If you and Lei are moving to Memphis, I don’t want to be there alone.”

“You won’t be, and we won’t be leaving for two years. Well, just under two years now. That’s more than enough time for you to come back home and reestablish yourself.”

“Or, I can move back to Memphis and already be there when you go.”

Londen chuckled. He couldn’t blame Megan for not wanting to live in the same town as their parents. Her relationship with them flourished when she took her independence and left the state.

“Whatever is best for you. I’ll be back and forth between Memphis and The Hills anyway. Besides, you have friends in both places, so it just depends on where you’ll be most comfortable.”

“True. Well, I’ll think about it and let you know. Are you in Memphis yet?”

“Yeah, we pulled into the parking lot a few minutes ago.”

“Okay. I’ll let you handle that. Keep me updated on my nephew and give my sister a hug for me when you get back home.”

“I will, sis. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

After disconnecting the call, Londen informed Keith that the meeting shouldn’t take long. He made his way across the parking lot to the front doors of The Capital Grille. Before he stepped inside, he shot Megan a text that said, Remember… the more a person apologizes the less it means. She could say this was the first time Dex cheated, but Londen knew it wasn’t. It was the third. And seeing as being faithful wasn’t a part of his amends, his apologies were worthless these days.

Last he checked, fidelity was important to Megan. This was the first time she’d ever stayed with a man that cheated. Londen didn’t know what had her staying with Dex, but if she didn’t leave willingly, he’d already made up his mind to force them to part ways unwillingly. She wouldn’t have to know he was responsible for it either, but Londen would give her a couple of days to decide she wanted to end the relationship before he ended it for her.

Pushing thoughts of Megan’s situation to the back of his mind, Londen headed inside the restaurant and let the hostess know who he was there to meet. Though he made it clear to Felicia their meeting wouldn’t last long, she insisted on meeting him there for lunch. As he was led through the dark red room, Londen made a note of all exits and scanned the faces of everyone in attendance.

“Get up and switch seats with me,” Londen said once he made his way to the round table Felicia was sitting at.

“Seriously?” she asked with a roll of her eyes.

“Yeah. You know I need to be able to see the doors. I’m not sure why you sat there anyway.”

“Maybe because it’s been over ten years and I didn’t think you still did this.”

Not bothering to respond, Londen waited for Felicia to stand. After taking her seat, Londen lifted her glass of water and set it closer to her.

“So what is this about?” Londen asked, getting comfortable in his seat.

“Would you like to order food first?”

“Not at all. I would have preferred to do this over the phone, but you insisted we meet face to face.”

Felicia released a shaky breath as she nodded. “Yes. I met with my attorney, and he told me that you’d already started the process of filing a lawsuit against the state.”

“That’s correct.”

“You included Da’Mir and I as well.” Londen nodded, and Felicia chuckled. “I thought you said you weren’t going to try to sue us?”

“I said I would consider it, but obviously, I changed my mind. You, in essence, stole my son and gave him to a nigga I don’t know anything about. That shit doesn’t sit well with me.”

Felicia chuckled. “You are being so ridiculous right now, Londen. Even if I had told you about Landon, you wouldn’t have been able to be in his life for the first nine years of it, so why are you being so dramatic?”

Londen grew more and more jaded with this conversation the more she spoke. His chin jutted as he massaged his now throbbing temples.

“What you’re not going to do is downplay the disgusting act of keeping my son from me.” As angry as Londen was, he maintained his power and kept calm. Londen had shown Felicia his anger and hurt once; he wouldn’t do it again. “And seeing as the State has already offered me one point five million to settle, clearly, I’m not being dramatic at all.”

“Regardless, I wanted to see if we can keep this out of court. I don’t want Landon to be traumatized by this.”

“He doesn’t have to be.”

“How do you think it’s going to affect him if we have to tell him that Da’Mir is not his father?”

“Quite frankly, Felicia, I don’t give a fuck.” Londen chuckled as his leg began to shake under the table. “How you decide to share that truth is up to you. I already said I’m going to make the transition as smooth as I possibly can, but he is going to find out I’m his father and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

“That is so selfish of you, Londen. How about showing some appreciation for the fact that Da’Mir stepped up when you couldn’t and took care of Landon an—”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Londen said, sitting up in his seat. “Had I known you were pregnant, nothing would have kept me from fighting that charge. I took it because there was nothing here for me—no wife or kids, and I was still able to make money. In fact, I gained more power while I was sat down. If you would have been honest with me, I would have done everything in my power to remain free. On the off chance I would have still gotten sat down, at least I would have known my son existed. You could’ve done your thing with Da’Mir and I wouldn’t have had a problem with him being in my son’s life as his stepfather, but you took him from me and gave him to someone else, and seeing as he knew full well what you were up to, you both are going to pay for that.”

Their eyes remained locked for seconds on end. Felicia’s mouth twisted to the side as her head shook.

“We’re obviously not going to agree on this, so let’s get to why I asked to meet.”

“Please,” Londen said, waving the waitress off when she came and tried to take his order.

“Is there a chance that you’ll consider settling? If you do, you’ll get compensated by the State and we can come to some kind of agreement.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Da’Mir remains Landon’s father legally, but we can introduce you to Landon as a family friend. That way, you can be in his life without causing trauma or damage.”

His mouth went slack before he swallowed hard and pressed his lips together tightly. Londen’s head shook in disbelief. It felt like his body grew heavier with each word she spoke.

Londen chuckled quietly as he rubbed his palms together. He released a tired breath, unable to believe Felicia’s words. There was no doubt in his mind that she wasn’t trying to settle to avoid Landon being traumatized; she was trying to settle to avoid this situation going public.

“I’m not going to settle. We’re taking this to court, and the State is going to give me the eight million I asked for and they are also going to reverse revoking my parental rights.”

“Londen…”

“Landon will receive a new birth certificate that I will sign, and you’re going to give me the public apology, in court, that I deserve. After that, we’re going to discuss transitioning me into my son’s life with the proper mediation, but that’s what’s going to happen, Felicia.” Londen stood. “From here on out, do not contact me. You have my lawyer’s information. I have nothing else to say to you.”

“Landon will not want to have anything to do with you when he finds out how you’re trying to destroy our family.”

Before he could stop it, Londen’s fist slammed into the table as he lowered himself to her ear. She jumped and gripped the edges of her seat as her eyes closed.

“Hear me well, Felicia. The only thing stopping me from killing you because of your betrayal is the fact that I don’t want my son to have to deal with the loss of you and gaining me at the same time. Do not take my kindness in this matter for weakness because I’m still that nigga. Try me if you want to, and I’m going to destroy your family in a more permanent way.” His hand wrapped around her neck, and he tilted her head, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I dare you to bash me to my son and make this harder than it has to be. Lei will be a mother of two and I will show you what it feels like to have him taken away. Do you fucking understand me?”

Felicia nodded adamantly as her eyes watered, but at that point, Londen felt no remorse. He’d been trying to handle her with kindness and grace to avoid a toxic co-parenting relationship, but that was dead. Londen released her and didn’t bother to wait around for her response. He made his way outside and pulled out his phone to call Lei. It didn’t seem like he’d be able to vent to her because, apparently, something was going on. She knew he was meeting with Felicia, so for her to have called him repeatedly and texted him 911, that could only mean something bad had happened.

He called back as he opened the door of the town car. It rang for what felt like forever before Lei answered.


Love Letters from Memphis - First Sample

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Royalty

Standing directly in front of the six-foot-tall mirror, Royalty looked herself over. She was no blushing bride. In fact, she had to constantly remind herself not to frown. The silver crown that set atop her elegant updo was slightly crooked. Inhaling a deep breath, Royalty’s eyes lowered down the silk gown that fit against her frame perfectly.

“Are you ready, baby?” Royalty’s mother, Jennifer, asked.

Blinking slowly, Royalty nodded. “As ready as I will ever be.”

Jennifer chuckled. “You don’t sound too enthusiastic about marrying Steven. Are you getting cold feet?”

Royalty was glad her mother waited until it was just the two of them in the room before she asked that. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have in front of several people. Her parents, Jennifer and Marcus, treated her differently since the birth of her sister, Regal. The two were five years apart, and from the beginning, Royalty felt the effects of being the older sibling.

While her parents hadn’t outright forgotten about her, she was no longer their sole priority. The older Royalty got, the less her parents focused on her and gave their younger daughter their attention. As an adult, Royalty could tell herself that was the natural order of things, but the damage had already been done by that point. She rebelled heavily throughout her teenaged years to regain her parents’s attention and priority.

And it worked, but the attention and priority weren’t given in love. They yelled more than anything else. Punished her more than they rewarded her. Disapproved of her actions more than they validated. But she was the center of their eyes again, and in that moment, that was all that mattered.

By the time Royalty left for college, she’d received the nickname of Troublemaker. Her parents had all but washed their hands of her, practically forcing her to live on campus while she was in college and paying for her apartment when she graduated. Eventually, Royalty’s desire for them turned into resentment. In her mind, her parents should have known she was acting out to get their attention, but that had never been the case.

Now, as a twenty-six-year-old woman, Royalty had gotten used to the lack of her parents in her life. Regal was still living at home, in graduate school, making them proud. Her eyes rolled just at the thought. As much as Royalty wanted to open up to her mother about what she was thinking and feeling, Royalty felt it was pointless. She didn’t think Jennifer would care either way. However, Royalty couldn’t hide her physical reaction to her mother’s question.

Did she have cold feet?

At that point… they were frozen.

“I just have a few last-minute feelings I need to work through, but I’ll be fine.”

Turning Royalty toward her, Jennifer cupped her arms and looked directly into her oldest daughter’s eyes.

“If you need to talk or hold off on the wedding, now’s the time, Royalty. Is everything okay?”

Royalty scoffed, unable to hold it in as she removed her arms from her mother’s grip.

“Please, don’t act like you care. You’re glad a man is marrying me. That keeps you and Daddy from being at the top of my emergency list.”

Jennifer’s expression shifted from surprise to sadness. “How can you say that, Royalty? Your father and I love you. We will always be here for you. If you’re marrying Steven because you think otherwise…”

“How can you stand there and say you will be there for me when you kicked me out the house as soon as you possibly could? I don’t really have anyone except my friends, so if I did need to talk to someone about how I was feeling, it would be to Destiny or Simone.”

Jennifer’s mouth opened and snapped shut before she spoke. “Where is this coming from? I don’t understand why you’re speaking to me this way.”

Royalty’s head shook as she passed her mother in search of her heels. “It doesn’t matter, Ma. I’m good.”

“No, you aren’t. And obviously we aren’t either. We need to discuss this.”

“There’s nothing to discuss,” Royalty grumbled, stepping into her shoes. “I have bigger issues to process besides you and Daddy shoving me to the side when Regal came.”

“Oh.” Jennifer chuckled. “So that’s what this is about? It’s your wedding day and you’re still allowing your jealousy of your sister to—”

“I am not jealous of her!” Royalty almost screamed, slamming her hand down on the makeup tray that was next to her and causing all the contents to topple over. “Like always, you’re completely missing the point because you’re focused on surface level things. I said you shoved me to the side. And even right now, you’re shoving my words and feelings to the side. I literally told you what the problem is, and it went completely over your head.”

There was a soft tap on the door before Destiny asked, “Are you okay, Royalty?”

“Stellar,” she replied under her breath with a shake of her head.

“They’re ready for you.”

Nodding, Royalty released a shaky breath. If she was to be honest with herself, she wasn’t really angry with her mother... Not in that moment.

As Royalty headed to the door, her mother called out to her. “I really would like for us to finish this conversation.”

Head hung and hand on the doorknob, Royalty smiled softly. “We don’t have to, Ma. In fact, I apologize. I’m irritated and I’m about to take it out on you if I don’t get out of here.”

“It’s your wedding day, baby,” Jennifer reminded softly, as if Royalty didn’t know. “This should be the happiest day of your life.”

Royalty’s eyes watered. “Yeah, it should.”

“Why is it not?”

Gritting her teeth, Royalty kept the words from coming out. If she told her mother what she knew, Jennifer would call the wedding off, and that was the last thing Royalty wanted. Licking her lips, Royalty swallowed hard and inhaled a deep breath.

“Everything will be fine, okay?” Royalty looked back at her mother. “I love you.”

“I-I love you too. But, Royalty, I really think we should talk…”

Ignoring her mother, Royalty left the room and wrapped her arm around her father’s. He placed a kiss to her temple and looked down at her with a smile.

“Are you ready, baby girl?”

Nodding, Royalty inhaled a deep breath. “Yeah. Take me to my fiancé.”

The Business of Lust - Final Sample

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Fallyn Mitchell’s perfect life begins to unravel at the seams piece by piece. As life shows her not everything is within her control, she finds solace in her best friend, Stax. For the last ten years, Stax has been the one constant in Fallyn’s life that has been unchanging. When he finally meets the perfect woman for him romantically, Fallyn’s feelings for him start to come to the surface, and she has to choose between keeping her friendship intact or risking it for a romantic relationship that Stax may not even want.

Stax Tate gets everything he wants and needs from a woman in his best friend… except sex. Most women expect more than what he’s willing to give, so when he meets Paige, Stax believes he’s finally met his match. The joy Stax thought would come with having the perfect woman is buried under his true feelings for his best friend. No matter how much Stax tells himself he doesn’t deserve a woman like Fallyn, that doesn’t keep his heart and body from craving her.

Stax and Fallyn are alike where it counts and different where it matters most. Two things they have in common are their fear of rejection and belief that the other doesn’t return their romantic feelings. Will one of them find the courage to speak up, or will Stax’s relationship with Paige lead to a permanent engagement that will keep the best friends from experiencing love forever?

Fallyn

I couldn’t stop staring at Stax. He’d surprised me with what he had planned for the evening. We went on a hot-air balloon ride that included a champagne and steak dinner afterward. If he was courting me, the date would have had me absolutely smitten with him. A year had passed since I had sex, and it had been two since my last relationship. I hadn’t bothered to do much dating over the past year because I didn’t feel the need to. Having Stax and his brothers, I always had male companionship. The only thing lacking was romance and sex, and I’d gotten used to not having that. Nights like this, though, I wished I had a man that was all mine. If I did, we’d end the night making slow… nasty… love.

“What?” His boyish smirk made me squeeze my thighs together when he looked over at me. “Why you keep looking at me like that?”

“I’m just… surprised. You’ve never done anything like this before. This was… very… romantic.” I clutched my chest, pulling in a deep breath. “Let me find out this is what you had planned for Taijha and took me instead.”

That got a hearty laugh out of him. He accelerated his speed, licking those juicy lips as he gripped the steering wheel. I was obsessed with everything this man did. He even made driving look sexy.

“Nah. I took back the shit I got for Tai.” Stax made sure to look over at me when he said, “This was just for you.”

“Why?”

He didn’t answer me right away, and I anxiously held on to the silence. “You’ve been single for a while. I wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself and felt loved tonight.” Stax shrugged, as if the words, the gesture, was minute.

“You’re a great guy… you know that?”

“I do, but it’s nice hearing that from a great girl.”

I smiled as I looked out of the window into the night sky briefly. “We’re gonna ignore how corny that was.”

Stax chuckled. “I’m only corny with you, so I hope you feel special.”

“I always feel special when I’m with you.”

He looked over at me with that curious expression that I was always too afraid to ask for the meaning behind.

“What do you have planned for the rest of the night?”

“Probably just read or play the game. What about you?”

Neither of us was really into TV. We’d have to be chilling or really bored to watch more than one episode of something or several movies back-to-back.

“I’ma slide through on Paige real quick. I’ma call you when I get home. See if you wanna get on the game.”

All I did was nod. Usually, him fucking on women didn’t bother me. Tonight… it did. I guess because what we’d shared was more intimate than our usual routine and it had me open in a way that was… different.

Regardless, I reminded myself that Stax was going to get pussy regardless of what was going on between us or him and anyone else for that matter. He loved sex, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him. I loved sex too. If I didn’t get attached so easily and had the ability to have so many casual relationships, I’d probably be on the same wave as him. That was yet another way we were different. My hopeless romantic ass fell in love with any man whose actions appealed to my soul and refreshed my spirit.

Plus, sex complicated things. I loved the closeness and would want to have sex daily. If a man wasn’t worth me or on the same page as me, I wasn’t willing to waste my body count on him.

For the rest of the ride to our neighborhood, we remained silent. It was probably best that way.

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Fallyn Mitchell’s perfect life begins to unravel at the seams piece by piece. As life shows her not everything is within her control, she finds solace in her best friend, Stax. For the last ten years, Stax has been the one constant in Fallyn’s life that has been unchanging. When he finally meets the perfect woman for him romantically, Fallyn’s feelings for him start to come to the surface, and she has to choose between keeping her friendship intact or risking it for a romantic relationship that Stax may not even want.

Stax Tate gets everything he wants and needs from a woman in his best friend… except sex. Most women expect more than what he’s willing to give, so when he meets Paige, Stax believes he’s finally met his match. The joy Stax thought would come with having the perfect woman is buried under his true feelings for his best friend. No matter how much Stax tells himself he doesn’t deserve a woman like Fallyn, that doesn’t keep his heart and body from craving her.

Stax and Fallyn are alike where it counts and different where it matters most. Two things they have in common are their fear of rejection and belief that the other doesn’t return their romantic feelings. Will one of them find the courage to speak up, or will Stax’s relationship with Paige lead to a permanent engagement that will keep the best friends from experiencing love forever?

Fallyn

Valentine’s Day

I didn’t want to make it seem like I tried too hard, even though tonight was really special. Valentine’s Day was the only time I was able to pretend Stax and I were in a romantic relationship. It didn’t matter if we were in a relationship with someone else, we always did something together on this day of love. Birthdays were a big thing for us too. We always bought each other gifts on the other persons birthday, too, because we were happy to be in each other’s lives. I thought this year both Stax and I would be single, but it didn’t take him long to find someone to replace Taijha with. Even with him moving on, he still committed the start of this day to me.

We didn’t do the typical romantic thing. More than anything, we just spent the day trying to make each other feel special. This morning, we made breakfast together and went shopping, buying each other three items each. Then Orion’s masseuse met us at Stax’s place. He set it up for us to spend the afternoon being pampered by her and an esthetician that gave us facials and me a manicure and pedicure. I talked Stax into getting his feet done, which was a sight to see. And the moans he released during the massage sounded so good they should have been illegal.

Admittedly, I’d always been attracted to Stax. In the beginning, I didn’t have romantic feelings for him. I thought he was a playboy who’d never commit to a serious relationship and that wasn’t my style. Besides, I was laid back and to myself; Stax was the complete opposite. I didn’t smoke and I didn’t drink a lot. Even when I did, it was only wine or champagne.

I didn’t like clubs like he did or pool halls and smokey lounges. He loved thick, girly women and that had never been me. I wasn’t into trends and social media popularity, and I didn’t have to have on a full face of makeup to leave the house. To me, there were different types of beauty. I knew I was beautiful, but I wasn’t the sexy, sensual type Stax went for.

You’d catch me in sneakers and a t-shirt over a dress and heels. My curly hair was rarely flat ironed. My frame was slim yet curvy and almost always covered because I felt most confident when mysterious. I loved the appeal of making men wonder what was underneath my clothes... If they’d ever be able to find out.

So yes, Stax and I were better off as friends. We had a lot in common in that way. We both loved gaming and sports, along with nature. We had the same sense of humor, and I was one of a very small group of people that could handle his personality. The Stax that I encountered was softer and sweeter than he was with everyone else. I’m not exactly sure why, but I liked it.

I didn’t know what Stax had planned for this evening. He told me to dress nice, but he didn’t say I had to wear a dress. Instead, I put on black high-waisted jeans, chunky heels, and a crop top I planned to cover with a leather jacket. My curls were hanging loosely on my shoulders. Though I opted out of a full face of makeup, I did put on a little blush along with some false lashes and nude lip gloss.

“Hopefully this is good enough,” I muttered, looking myself over in the mirror. It would have been easier for me to dress and be confident if I knew what we were doing. I wasn’t expecting him to want to do something this evening, so I was excited and hoping I would be dressed appropriately. My doorbell rang, and not long after, Stax was letting himself in.

“I’m in my room!” I yelled, going to my bathroom closet to spray my perfume. After scanning my selection, I settled on my YSL Libre. I walked back into my room, smiling at the sight of Stax. We’d unintentionally dressed alike.

He had on black jeans and a burgundy sweater that was the same shade as my crop top. I loved Stax in burgundy and white. Both colors looked so good against his tattooed, honey brown skin. My favorite tattoo of his was the one on his neck—clouds and heaven’s gates. Every chance I got, I was rubbing my fingers across it.

“You look beautiful, Fal,” he complimented, taking me in from head to toe.

I did the same to him, as if this wasn’t my millionth time seeing my best friend. It didn’t matter how many times I saw him, it always felt like the first time. He had the sexiest under turned coffee brown eyes. His square head and stubble covered chiseled jaw was so masculine. I loved his thick brows and juicy brown lips. And don’t even get me started on his tall, muscular frame. My best friend was fine as hell, and that was putting it mildly.

“Thank you. You look handsome. Am I dressed appropriately for what you have planned?”

Instead of telling me what it was, Stax said yes. We took a few pictures before heading out of my bedroom. At the sight of the flowers, teddy bear, and jewelry box on top of my island, I chuckled. It never failed—even with us agreeing to only get each other three items every year, Stax always went above and beyond. I had a room full of stuffed animals because of him, and I adored and slept with every one. Scratching my brow, I slowly walked over to the island as my smile grew.

“Stax, you always do this.”

“And?”

“And we said three gifts.”

“These don’t count. I already had them.”

My fingers slid over the bouquet of roses before I hugged the teddy bear. “Thank you, Stax. He’s cute.”

“You can wear this tonight.” He grabbed the box and opened it. I gasped at the diamond choker that was inside. Rose gold—my favorite. I was sure he’d spent hundreds of thousands on jewelry for me at this point. Stax had expensive taste when it came to jewelry, and he spoiled me just as much as he spoiled himself. “Turn around so I can put it on you.”

“Stax, this… it’s beautiful. Wow.” My voice was just over a whisper when I added, “Thank you.”

Instead of replying, he gently turned me so that my back was to him. He pushed my hair away, and at the feel of his fingers brushing against my collarbone, I shuddered. My eyes fluttered and closed as I pulled in a deep breath, reminding myself that he was simply… my best friend.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Fal,” he spoke softly, then placed a kiss to my neck.

My lips parted and nipples hardened as I grabbed the edge of the island.

That was a first.

Usually, he only gave me forehead kisses.

“Um…” Clearing my throat, I walked around the island and opened the drawer. “I knew you were going to do this, so I got you something extra too.”

Stax chuckled as I handed him the envelope that had his first-class flight information to Cabo. I’d also paid for his weeklong stay at an all-inclusive resort.

His eyes lit up and he covered his mouth with his fist, as if that would hide his smile.

“Why you do me like this?” he asked quietly, making me giggle. “You be listening to me, huh?”

“Of course,” I agreed, rocking from my toes to my heels. I was so excited to see his happiness.

As good as Stax was to me, he deserved it. He’d mentioned wanting to visit the Cabo ruins, so I felt like I’d probably book the trip for his birthday or Christmas since he loved traveling, but I knew if I waited too long, he’d do it himself.

“C’mere,” he mumbled softly, expression serious. I made my way into his arms, body relaxing and softening against the hardness of his chest. “Thank you, Fallyn. I appreciate you so much.”

He placed a kiss to my temple, then my forehead before releasing me and asking, “You coming with me?”

My head shook as I pulled in a deep breath. “Nah. I figured you’d want to take whoever you were seeing this summer.”

He chuckled with a shake of his head. “I want you to come. I’ll book your flight. Hopefully, I can get you on the same one as me. If not, we’re gonna make it work.”

I didn’t argue with him. There was no need. Stax was the kind of man that always got what he wanted. I was just surprised what he wanted right now was me.

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Dominica

Shit was off—Dominica couldn’t deny that. What was supposed to be a night of her beau comforting her turned into her spending the night in his bed alone. Naz was the gentleman he’d been since the day they met, but when she told him she wasn’t in the mood for sex, his entire energy shifted. He held her for a while before sitting on the small sofa in his bedroom until she fell asleep.

Had it been any other night, Dominica probably wouldn’t have felt some kind of way about it. But last night… last night was the night of her brother’s funeral. True, her family had been trained to not be overly sad when someone died. They had a week to grieve before they were expected to turn those feelings off. Once dirt covered their loved one’s coffin, that was it.

But Creole was different.

The past few years they were apart, and she thought they were finally about to get back to how things used to be. From here on out, her birthday would be a reminder of his death day. If only he would have decided not to come to her party, he’d still be hidden and alive.

They’d gone through every precaution possible. Only family and close friends had been invited, and they didn’t receive the address until an hour before the party started. Someone was a rat, or they were followed—her family hadn’t figured it out yet. There was no doubt in Dominica’s mind, though, that that person would be handled as soon as they did.

At the sound of his muffled voice coming through the bathroom door, Dominica quietly tiptoed in its direction. They’d been dating for a little over two months, but they’d only been having sex for the past six weeks. She’d made him wait for as long as she could, but Naz was charming, and kind, and always saying and doing the right things.

Dominica’s hand hovered over the bathroom doorknob. When she heard him say her brother’s name, her movements halted.

“Nah, man.” Naz chuckled. “I’m telling you she has no fucking idea. I got her ass sprung as hell.” He paused, allowing whoever he was talking to, to speak. “Aw you already know that. I’m trying to keep her around for life. I like her for real, and I been tryna get her pregnant for the last month. If I can, whether her folks find out I’m the reason that nigga dead or not, they ain’t gon’ kill me.”

His laughter was the last thing Dominica heard before her ears started to ring. Her eyes fluttered as they watered, but she wouldn’t drop a tear. It made sense now. He begged her to let him see her on her birthday. Dominica promised to stop by and see him after the party, but Naz refused to wait. After she sent him her location, he came through, and she met him in the back. After a hug and kiss, Naz gave her the gift he’d purchased, then left.

He was the one who followed the car that Creole was in and assassinated him just a few blocks up.

Dominica’s hands trembled as she looked at her palms. She was sure she’d find her brother’s blood on them because his death was definitely her fault.

To Dominica’s credit, she had no earthly idea who was who in the streets because she kept away from that part of her family. She was sure, though, if her father found out, he would treat her as if she did.

When Naz’s phone call was over he left the bathroom. As soon as he opened the door, Dominica punched him in his mouth. Though just as lethal as her sisters, Dominica didn’t believe in violence. His betrayal, however, warranted it. Naz’s eyes ballooned as he covered his mouth. Before Dominica could prepare, the back of his hand was connecting with her face.

She fell backward, pushing back on her hands as he stalked over to her.

“I wanted to be with you, but you know too much. Now I gotta kill you.”

Naz’s hand gripped a palmful of her hair as she grumbled. Dominica kicked him in the groan, getting a brief second to escape. By the time she’d made it to his bedroom door, he was grabbing her ankle and tugging until she fell on her knees. He turned her over, fist ready to pound the side of her face, until something at the door gained his attention.

Dominica jumped at the sound of the gun going off. Her body froze when Naz’s body crumpled over. Looking up, the sight of Phantom made her let out a clipped whimper in relief.

“Phantom?” she called quietly, not fully believing who she was seeing.

“We have to go.” He tossed a red scarf down to her. “Cover your face with that. Get your shit and leave whatever you can’t grab in one minute or less.”

Dominica stood and hurriedly searched the room for her belongings as Phantom left. She found him outside waiting for her in a black truck. After jumping inside, she tossed her small overnight bag in the backseat as Phantom quickly reversed out of the driveway.

Every time Phantom looked over at her, Dominica’s eyes would close. There was no music playing, so only the sound of passing cars could be heard. As much as Dominica wanted to ask Phantom what he was doing there, she couldn’t… because then he would ask her the same thing.

“Where am I taking you?” he asked after a long bout of silence.

“I don’t know.”

“The fuck were you doing there, Dominica?”

She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Looking out of the window, Dominica ignored him until he called her name.

“I was seeing him,” she confessed, voice just barely above a whisper.

Phantom’s normally deep voice rose an octave when he almost shouted, “Naz?”

“Yes.” Chin trembling, she inhaled a deep breath and gritted her teeth. “I didn’t know he killed Cre. Not until this morning.”

With a sigh, Phantom shook his head. About a minute passed before he said, “Start from the beginning.”

Dominica ran her hand down her wavy, arm pit length curls. “We met about four months ago. He pursued me for two before we started dating.”

“Did you know who he was?”

Her head shook rapidly as it hung. “No. I’m not aware of who my family’s enemies are. I’m not into that stuff.”

“Okay,” he replied quickly, softly. “So what happened? What did I walk in on?”

“I overheard him in the bathroom talking about how I didn’t suspect a thing.” She scoffed, eyes going back out of the window. “That he wanted to get me pregnant for his life insurance. For some reason he thought if we had a baby together and my family found out he killed Cre that would save him.” Her eyes rolled. “When he came out the bathroom, I hit him. He said he was going to have to kill me because I knew too much. That’s when you came in.”

“I’m sorry he used you.” Dominica caught a tear that slipped down her cheek. “He’s dead now though. What better price to pay for fucking with your heart than his life?”

Dominica looked over at him, unsure if he was serious or not. His tone was, and his face was, but she chuckled anyway.

“You don’t think that’s a bit extreme, Phantom?”

He looked over at her and licked those thick, juicy lips. “Any nigga that fucks you over deserves to be put to death.”

Their eyes remained locked before he broke contact and looked ahead.

“I’m worth all that to you?”

She stared at the side of his face… waiting for him to answer.

“Yeah.” His tone was so casual it made her shiver. “I guess because I’ve never had you, it makes me value you more. If you gave a nigga a chance and he didn’t do everything he could with it…” Phantom’s head shook as he allowed the essence of his thoughts to linger.

Silence found them again. Dominica was too afraid to respond to that. In all of the fifteen years she’d known Phantom he had feelings for her. He’d never outright said he wanted to be with her her, but it was implied. From him staring at her and sticking close when he was a young nigga to him flirting boldly when he came into his manhood.

Dominica may have given Phantom a hard time, but she was attracted to him too. The only people who knew that was her sisters. It may have been a hit to Phantom’s ego every time Dominica rejected his advances… but it was for a good reason.

This moment, if anything, only deepened her feelings for him. Feelings that she knew they’d never be able to fully experience and allow to grow.

“What were you doing there?” Dominica looked over at him.

“I had a detective run the traffic cameras back.” He shrugged, as if that was nothing. “They weren’t in a rush to figure out who’d killed your brother. But your father wanted answers.”

She nodded. “What did you see? Did you… see… me? With him?”

“Nah. We looked from the point of Creole’s departure. Three lights down, we saw three cars surround them. Naz was in the backseat of one and opened fire.”

“So I’m not… no one knows…”

His head shook. “I haven’t told your father he was there for you if that’s what you’re asking.”

“He can’t know. He already looks at me like I don’t belong to him. If he finds out I’m the reason Creole is dead…”

“He won’t,” Phantom assured. “I know you’re not in the family if you create problems for the family. Naz used you. I’m not going to let that be the reason your family disowns you.”

Her shoulders sagged in relief.

“Thank you,” she whispered, emotion lacing her voice. “I want to get out, but not like this.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, pulling into the parking lot of a gas station.

“I um… I decided to finally go back to school.” Chuckling quietly, she pulled her hair behind her ears. “When they find out for what, they definitely won’t want anything to do with me. So I’m just trying to make it through the holidays and make memories with my sister while saving as much money as I can before it’s over.”

Phantom chuckled as he cut the car off. “You have two sisters,” he reminded, as if she needed it, and Dominica’s eyes rolled.

“You know I don’t fuck with Desiree like that.”

Smile lingering, he looked over at her as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “I’m proud of you for going to school. I know that’s something you always wanted to do.”

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s been a long time coming. When Creole left, I felt obligated to stay and prove my loyalty to the family.”

“Law?”

She chuckled, impressed and surprised.

“How’d you know?”

“You only watch law shows and true crime. Wasn’t that hard to figure out.”

Dominica giggled as she removed her seatbelt. “That’s not all I watch. I watch other things.”

“Like what, Dominica?”

Her mouth opened but snapped shut. Here she was having a normal conversation with him like she hadn’t just watched him kill a man. Not just any man… her man.

But he wasn’t her man.

He was her family’s enemy.

Before she could stop herself, deep sobs rose from the pit of her gut and erupted from her mouth. She heard the door open, but Dominica didn’t bother to look up to see what was happening. When her door opened, she looked up as Phantom wrapped her arms around his neck. His arm rested under her ass effortlessly as he grabbed her bag from the backseat.

She watched as one of her father’s men walked over to them, and before she could panic or accuse him of betraying her trust Phantom said, “He’s coming to take the truck. That’s it.”

Dominica sniffled and nodded as he carried her over to his Camaro. It always tickled her when she saw it because he was so large but today she didn’t have the strength to find it amusing. Placing her on her feet, Phantom opened the black door and helped her inside. Once he made it to the other side, she’d wiped her face of its tears.

“I can take you to my place,” Phantom offered. “Give you some time to get yourself together.”

Dominica nodded. She took his hand into hers and kissed it. “Thank you for your kindness.”

Phantom adjusted their hands and lifted hers to his lips. Her eyes fluttered and lips parted when he kissed it tenderly.

“For you… always.”

After what went down with Naz, Dominica wasn’t entirely confident in her ability to read people. Phantom, however, was someone whose character she’d never question. If he said he’d keep her secret, he would. And if he would show grace and kindness to anyone… it was her.


60 Days to Love - Sneak Peek

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Orion

The moment my eyes landed on Montana Dixon, getting kicked out of my brother’s championship game party was worth it. It came as a surprise to no one that my middle brother, Stax, kicked everyone out of his home when his team lost the game. My youngest brother, Major, and I were going for our favorite team—the Eagles—while Stax had to be the odd man out and bet on the 49ers.

Instead of going straight home, I went to a sports bar to talk a little shit and make a few people mad. Out of all the faces I could have expected to see, Montana was nowhere on that list. Last I heard, my college sweetheart was in New York working for a Fortune 500 company like she’d always dreamed. I didn’t know why Montana was back in Memphis, but I planned to take full advantage of her presence.

Before I could stop myself, not that I really wanted to, my feet were taking me in her direction. She looked beautiful as hell, standing in the center of a group of men… head flung back as she laughed with her eyes closed. The closer I got, the harder my heart pounded against my chest. Her last three words to me weren’t I love you; they were I hate you. I’ll never get the sight of her heart breaking right in front of me out of my head. That was a betrayal that I’d yet to be able to make atonement for, but I was hoping I’d be able to now.

Gently pressing my way through the small crowd surrounding her, I took Montana’s hand into mine and tugged her into my chest. In her heels, the top of her head lined up with my chin. She gasped, looking up at me with wide eyes and an opened mouth. The second her eyes processed who I was, her body relaxed, and she gave me a small smile.

I lowered myself to her lips, cupping her cheeks and kissing her with the urgency that fueled my love for her for the last eighteen years. I didn’t give a fuck if she had a man and he was here. Montana Dixon would always belong to me. The moment I slipped my tongue between her lips, Montana gripped the sides of my sweater. Even with all the noise around us, I heard the distinct sound of her hum of a moan.

It was like something snapped inside of her. When she realized what was happening, Montana pushed me away. Trembling fingers caressed her lips as she stared at me. Montana bit down on her bottom lip, brows bunching as her shaking hand lowered. Her eyes tightened into slits before she smacked me. Smacked me so hard, I stumbled back a little. Holding my cheek, I rolled my tongue across it as our eyes locked.

Oohs, curses, and sizzling breaths permeated the space around us, but none of that mattered at the sound of her voice calling, “Orion?”

Her voice was shaky as her eyes watered.

“It’s me, beautiful.”

I thought once she fully processed who I was, that would calm her down; it didn’t. With a frown, Montana lifted her hand to smack me again. I was able to block it this time because I was prepared, using her arm to pull her into my chest.

“You’ve never been the violent type, Tana. What’s gotten into you?”

“You can’t just walk over here and kiss me. What if my man was here?”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

Her eyes rolled as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Sounds about right. You’ve never cared about being faithful. Why would I expect you to care about if I was in a relationship?”

My shoulders slouched and countenance fell. “Come on, Montana. You know that’s not true.”

“Do I?”

Her head tilted and jaw clenched as she looked my frame over. For a while, I felt frozen under her stare. It wasn’t until our eyes reconnected that I found the strength to speak.

“You should. Even if you don’t, you should know that when it comes to you…” My head shook and hers lowered. “I’ve never been able to help myself.”

Montana softened toward me, pulling her long, flowing hair behind her ears. Avoiding my eyes, she sighed and looked away.

“Your man here or not?” I asked since she obviously wanted me to. “If he is and he hasn’t tried to knock my head off my shoulders, he doesn’t deserve you, anyway.”

That made her smile.

“No, Orion.”

“Good.” My body always had a mind of its own when it came to Montana. All these years later, I felt like that young nigga with very little discipline and self-control. I had to touch her, have her, be near her in some way. “Can we talk?”

Her eyes fluttered as she released a heavy breath. Montana nodded, and I couldn’t keep the corners of my mouth from lifting as I grinned. I led her toward the back of the bar. There wasn’t anything special about it—pool tables, electronic games, and a bar that was situated in the middle of the room. The carpet was dark and covered with popcorn and nut shells. We headed to a table that was between the kitchen and bathroom areas, and I found it increasingly difficult to keep my eyes off her.

Eighteen years was a long time.

Montana had on an oversized blue, gray, and gold cashmere Chanel sweater, shorts, and thigh-high boots. I loved her legs and the fact that she had them on full display tonight. If I had to guess, she’d arrived in a trench coat that was hanging somewhere to keep her from being too chilly.

“So what is this about?” she asked softly, cupping her hands on top of the table.

“I haven’t seen you in damn near two decades.”

“And?”

“And I wanted to talk to you. See how you’ve been.” Montana remained silent as she stared at me, forcing me to continue. “Are you… still upset with me?”

She scoffed with a shake of her head, finally pulling her eyes away from me. “The ego on you to think that after eighteen years, I’d still be upset about what you did to me.”

“I’m not trying to say that.”

“Then what are you trying to say?”

Montana had never been argumentative. She didn’t raise her voice or dwell in negative energy. Not because she was weak but because she didn’t give things beyond her control the power to fuck up her mood. It was odd seeing her this way, but I had no one to blame but myself. That made me feel like shit, knowing I was capable of bringing out this side of her.

“I’m trying to say we haven’t talked to each other since that morning. If seeing me is triggering for you, I can understand that.” Her mouth twisted to the side before her expression softened. “I do want to talk to you, but if it’s too hard to be around me, I understand.”

She licked the corner of her mouth, drawing my attention, yet again, to her juicy skin-colored lips.

“I can admit that it’s nice to see you.”

“You as well. I didn’t realize just how much you increased my peace and happiness until just now. Even with you smacking the shit out of me, the way I felt when I saw you… when I kissed you…”

Her smile caused her dimples to appear. I loved those dimples. Loved kissing them and doing whatever it took to put them on display.

“Are we just… going to pretend we didn’t end the way we did? That we haven’t spent the last eighteen years apart?”

“I would like that, yes, but if we need to discuss things, I’m okay with that too.”

Her eyes rolled as she stood. I couldn’t let her get away. Not this quickly. Standing, I gripped her hand and used it to pull her close.

I had to have her close.

“Montana,” I begged softly against her ear. When I breathed against it… she shivered. “Please… don’t leave.”

Slowly, she turned in my arms, surprising me by wrapping her arms around my neck and covering my lips with hers. I had no idea how long this would last or how far it would go, but I was going to take full advantage of this moment while she was open…

Mister Teacher - Sneak Peek!

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Tyreek

February

My arms were outstretched as I stared at the wall directly across from us. I hated this part of coming to see Ahmad. It didn’t matter how long we’d known each other, how trustworthy I was, or how many times I’d offered my services to him, Ahmad’s paranoia made it difficult for him to trust anyone. I wasn’t sure that was a lifestyle I could maintain—doing things that had me so fearful and on edge that I couldn’t even be alone or feel free.

My father had always taught Kahlil and I that fear wasn’t real; danger was, and that was what made us as fearless and unstoppable as we were when we were fully in the streets. With nothing to fear, we were able to move with a confidence that made even the most established men and organizations insecure.

It wasn’t my brother or my father with me here today, though. While I carried my father with me in spirit, he hadn’t been around to handle business with us for years. Losing him had changed all of us in some way or another. For Kahlil, he was filled with guilt. For our mother, Adrian, she clung to God and us even more. For me? Honestly, I still hadn’t seen the effects of our father being murdered in my life yet. It was easier to see other people’s issues than your own, I suppose.

“You’re good,” Cory, one of Ahmad’s guards said, motioning for me to enter with his head.

I stepped forward, but I wouldn’t go inside without Antonne. Antonne had taken on the role of protector within our crew just like I had. We all went to war behind each other, but Antonne and I were the only two that were still heavily invested in this street shit, so we had less to care about while our brothers had more to lose. Not too many knew about my dealings with men like Ahmad, though, and I liked to keep it that way.

Above all, my mother had raised me to be a gentleman… the world didn’t need to know just how truly gangsta I was. Just thinking about all the shit I’d gotten away with over the years had a lazy smile lifting the corners of my mouth as I closed my eyes briefly and silently thanked God. Being a henchman for the last fifteen years had its pros and cons, but not a day went by that I didn’t thank God for keeping me free and alive. As crazy as it sounded, the life I lived was the reason I was as close to God as I was. I wouldn’t be foolish enough to say God was pleased with the way I was living, but I found solace in the fact that He shielded and protected me until I had the strength to leave. It was a long time coming, but I was finally at that point.

Watching my brother go legit fully and find his happily ever after with Honey had inspired me in more ways than one. I may have been the oldest by a mere year, but Kahlil had always been the more mature and rational one. The one that thought things through before making choices. As I aged, I started being slower to act, but with my line of business, you died if you weren’t quick to act. That quickness was almost always the difference between you being the one to shoot or getting gunned down.

“All’s well, brother,” Antonne coaxed, trying to get me to go inside. “Handle your business.”

“I will,” was all I said, cupping my palms in the center of me.

Antonne chuckled with a shake of his head. Usually, he was the one hovering to make sure everyone was straight, but I was always the one returning that energy for him. Antonne was calm but lethal. Anything could set him off, and if you didn’t get him out of that situation quickly, there was no telling what his crazy ass would do. While I didn’t think Ahmad would try anything when he heard about my desire to retire, Antonne insisted on coming with me since I didn’t tell my brother about what I was doing, and I appreciated that. I had no problem handling things on my own, but it always increased my power and confidence when I had someone I trusted by my side.

When Cory was done searching Antonne, we made our way down the hall toward Ahmad’s office door. Instead of meeting him at his home, I came to one of his legal business establishments—a car lot. It wasn’t because I thought being in public would make this meeting go smoother. Quite frankly, if Ahmad wanted to try me, he’d do that shit in a fucking church. Ahmad had no qualms about handling an issue immediately, and that was one of the reasons I saved him for last. I had several powerful clients that I needed to detach myself from… politicians, pastors, athletes, drug dealers—anyone with an image they wanted to protect, I served.

Unlike henchmen in movies, bodies who stood around with no true value, my services were highly sought out and valued. I was the one who allowed my clients to keep their hands clean. Whether they needed something taken or someone handled, it fell on me to make it happen. A lot of the jobs weren’t always murders, but some were, and I often handed those to Antonne. I didn’t mind the kidnappings, torture, or beatings, because often they were well deserved, but after losing my father and seeing the devastating effects it had on me and my family, it became increasingly difficult for me to kill. That was another sign that it was time for me to retire.

By the time we made it to Ahmad’s office, the decision to quit had settled a bit more in my spirit. When we first arrived, the moment was bittersweet. Though this was something I’d been wanting to do, I felt like I had no real reason to. Now, I was finally teaching tenth grade English along with having my gentlemen’s club, and my students were my motivation to leave this shit behind. While I knew the chances of my double life affecting any of them were slim, there was always that possibility of getting a job that was more dangerous than anticipated. The last thing I wanted was for someone to follow me and try to harm any of my students or try and hold anyone I loved and cared about hostage.

Plus, a lot of them looked up to me, and I didn’t want being arrested or killed because of this life to make them lack trust with other men in their lives. A lot of the young men in my classes didn’t have role models that weren’t in the streets or celebrities, and I was someone they looked up to that lived a normal life. Something about that gave me a deeper pride that nothing else in my life had, and I wanted to keep it that way.

There were two guards standing by the door, and I found it amusing that his customers never questioned why a car dealer had so many guards on his lot. Maybe they were too wrapped up in the deals they were getting to question him. Either way, that would no longer be my concern after this meeting. With one bob of my head, I greeted both men, and the one on the left opened the door to let us inside. When we stepped in, Ahmad was wrapping up a call. At the sight of us, he stood and gave us a crooked smile.

“Tyreek,” he greeted, extending his hand for me to shake. “Antonne.”

Antonne bobbed his head, crossing his arms over his chest and standing by the door.

“You sure you didn’t want to talk at home?” Ahmad clarified as we both sat down on both sides of his black and brown desk. “I’m sure my daughter would have loved to see you. She’s there for the weekend.”

I was sure she would have loved to see me too, and that was exactly why I wasn’t taking my ass over there.

“This won’t take long,” I assured him. “We don’t have any open contracts at the moment, making this the perfect time for us to part ways. I don’t know if you’ve heard the news or not yet, but I’m retiring. As of now, I will no longer be available to accept any jobs. If you need them, I can provide recommendations for replacements.”

Our eyes remained locked for several seconds as Ahmad processed my words. His brows began to slowly bunch as his head tilted. Slowly, he sat up in his seat and cupped his hands on top of his desk. With looks, he reminded me of Uncle Phil on Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. With attitude, he reminded me of Alonzo Harris from Training Day—a cocky motherfucker who had way more power than he should have had because of fear and the lack of confidence from those around him it took to put him in his place. 

“What do you mean you won’t be available to accept any jobs?”

“I mean what I said,” I replied calmly, hoping Ahmad kept that same energy. If not, things could get ugly, real quick, and I was trying to leave the game in peace. Most often, men lost their lives or freedom when they tried to stop the illegal shit they were doing, and I didn’t want that to be the case with me.

“I’m confused. I thought what we had went beyond a professional relationship. You were almost my son-in-law…”

“What happened between me and your daughter has nothing to do with the work I’ve been doing for you,” I interrupted him to say quickly. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about or even think about his daughter.

“I would think that would motivate you to have more loyalty toward me than you’re showing right now. To just show up and tell me that you’re quitting with no warning or time to prepare.”

“If I would have given you time to prepare, you would have given me more jobs or tried to find ways to keep me attached to you. I said I would give you recommendations to replace me. That’s as good as I can do.”

Ahmad’s head shook. His shoulders sagged in disappointment as he released a long, slow breath.

“I don’t trust anyone else with your position, Tyreek. You know way too much about my dealings for me to just… let you walk out of here freely.”

“Is that a threat?” Antonne checked, slowly sauntering over to the desk as his arms dropped to his sides.

Ahmad chuckled, pushing the button that was on top of his desk, like I figured he would. It didn’t matter, though. If we really wanted to harm him, either one of us could have hopped his desk and snapped his neck before the door even opened.

“It’s a declaration,” Ahmad corrected. “Tyreek’s next words will determine if it’s a threat or not,” he added as the door opened. The two guards that were outside came in and closed the door behind them.

My head shook as I stood. “It’s not a threat because I don’t consider you one. I’m done, Ahmad, whether you accept that or not. It’s in your best fucking interest to let me leave without issue.” I pushed Antonne back gently with my hand to his chest. “Let’s go.”

“Are you sure this is what you want to do, son?” Ahmad asked. “You know how this business works. The value you have in my life can’t be duplicated. On top of that, like I said, the secrets you know…”

“Should be insurance. I’m not a snitch, but tread lightly. The shit I know could cause damage in the streets, fuck the police. Let me go, Ahmad, with love and respect, just like I came in.”

I didn’t look back or wait around to see if he would agree. It didn’t matter if he agreed. I was done, and there was nothing Ahmad or anyone else could do to make me change my mind. For the first time in my life, it felt possible for me to live a normal life. My brother was proof of that with his future wife and baby girl, and finally… I wanted those things for myself as well.

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They should have remained broken up, but finding out Sabrina was pregnant forced them to try again. For the sake of their baby, Sabrina and Nick agreed to move to Dallas and work on their relationship. Nine months after the birth of their daughter, Sabrina is a single mother… even though she lives with the father of her child. In need of a break, she returns home to Memphis for a weekend that will change her life forever.

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Denali

 March

 Denali’s leg shook as she looked around the crowded room. Blaze said he wanted to have a small get together with his family that weekend. Somehow, a small get together turned into her house being filled with not just his family but so-called friends that she’d never met before. The women outnumbered the men, and as hospitable as she was trying to be, Denali’s anxiety was getting the best of her.

Blaze had been introducing her to every woman that entered the house, but not this particular woman. This particular woman he talked to at the door and at the kitchen, passing Denali twice before finally walking by her a third time.

Her eyes stayed on Blaze as he led the woman upstairs. Her mind told her he was probably showing her to the bathroom, but she was so on edge, Denali couldn’t help but almost yell, “Who is that?”

All eyes were on Denali, but hers were on Blaze.

“Whitney,” Blaze replied, as if she was supposed to know who that was.

“Where y’all going?”

Blaze chuckled. “To the bathroom. Is that okay with you?”

“It’s a bathroom downstairs.”

“Denali…”

She lifted her hand, trying to shut the situation down.

Releasing a shaky breath, Denali nodded. She guzzled the sweet wine Blaze’s mother had brought for their consumption since Tasha didn’t drink the hard liquor Blaze often offered.

When he came back down, Blaze asked, “What you tripping for?”

“I’m tripping? You just passed me with her three times and didn’t say shit before taking her upstairs where the bedroom is.”

“You would know who everybody was if you came around my people more.”

Denali scoffed, turning in her seat to face him. At that point, the music and conversations in the background were drowned out by her beating heart. All day Blaze had been showing out in front of his family, and he’d really been on one since his friends arrived. Denali had been trying her hardest not to take his jokes to make others laugh personally, but it was difficult to do that when it was at her expense.

So far, he’d used a song about not spoiling a woman as a reference to her, mentioned using her money to go to the strip club, and insinuated because he was the man of the house, he could do whatever the hell he wanted. His mother, aunt, and sister found it to be so entertaining, and all Denali could do was stuff the ill feelings down in an attempt to not have her mood ruined so early in the evening. His last joke caused her to go in the kitchen to try to compose herself, and Blaze met her in there… offering a shot and bullshit apology. He said he was just trying to make the women laugh—as if that made the shit alright.

Denali let it ride, but her nerves were starting to get the best of her. She never liked to be in large crowds, especially strangers. There were so many unknown people in her home heading in several directions, and she felt like she was about to explode. The calm, laid-back Denali that his family knew was unraveling right before her man’s very eyes, and Blaze was so out of tune with her that he didn’t even realize it.

“Your people?” she repeated. “Half of these names I’ve never heard you mention a day in my life. Even if I did, you don’t invite me to hang with your friends, so how am I supposed to know them?”

“Okay, it’s cool,” Tasha said. “We’re not worried about it, baby.”

Denali’s top lip twisted as she looked at his mother. Tasha knew good and damn well if her new husband, Blaze’s stepfather, had upwards of ten unknown women in her home, she’d have a fucking fit. Granted, Tasha would have probably asked him about it privately, but at that point, Denali didn’t give a fuck. It looked suspect as hell for all of those women to be there, and Denali’s intuition was going off like crazy.

“Alright,” was all she said, trying to keep the peace.

“She said alright, so let it go, Blaze,” his aunt, Verinda, added.

“I don’t have to let shit go,” he replied, puffing out his chest. “This my house and these my folks. If Denali don’t like it, she can go in the room or get the fuck out.”

“Your house?” she repeated as she stood, unable to keep her laugh in. “Nigga, this is my house. My name is on this lease and I’m the one that pays these bills. You can try to act tough or like you that nigga in front of your folks, but you know what’s really good with me.”

He chuckled. “Oh, so you proud of that shit? Be proud of that shit then, Ms. Independent Woman. Let everybody in this bitch know you taking care of me like I’m a muhfucking king.”

“A king? Blaze…”

Denali’s head shook as Verinda muttered. “Time to go.”

“I take care of you like you’re my son,” Denali repeated.

“The fuck you just say to me?” he asked through gritted teeth, getting directly in front of her.

“Okay, that’s enough,” his brother-in-law, Chris, said, trying to step between them.

“We’re about to head out,” his mother announced. “Are you coming with us, Blaze?”

“Nah. I got some shit I need to handle.”

“Okay, but walk me out,” Tasha insisted, and Denali was grateful for the distraction.

As everyone in the house began to leave, she went upstairs to the master bathroom and splashed water on her face as her hands shook and heart palpitated. She’d spent so long making her home her place of peace, and in seconds, it felt like that was ruined. There was no telling what she’d have to do to restore the security she felt before Blaze’s get together.

Something told her not to let him even have the party, but she didn’t want to hear his mouth. That had never been Denali’s wave. She didn’t like having her home invaded by multiple energies at once… especially ones she didn’t know. Had she known Blaze was going to disregard that boundary, she would have left before people started arriving so he could enjoy himself while she was away.

She was unsure how much time had passed while Blaze was outside, but it was enough time for her to grab a CBD joint and light it before sitting in the black recliner by her side of the bed. Relaxing in the seat, Denali took in deep pulls of the CBD in an attempt to calm down quickly.

“What the fuck was that about?” Blaze asked, standing by the door.

Slowly opening her eyes, Denali licked her lips. She released an irritated sigh as she put the joint out. There was no point in her trying to smoke it if he still wanted to argue… which was another thing he knew she couldn’t stand. All that back-and-forth shit had never been her style. If she got mad enough, she was liable to pop him in his mouth. Blaze knew that; that was why whenever they had issues, they put space between them so they both could calm down.

“Blaze, leave me alone.”

“Nah. You had a lot of shit to say while my folks was here. Now you wanna be quiet?”

Her head shook as she looked his tall, medium build over.

“You’ve disrespected and made me uncomfortable all day… in my own home. When I finally snapped, you got real slick at the mouth. I think it’s best if we don’t speak to each other right now.”

“How did I disrespect you, Denali?”

“All the jokes you were telling!” she yelled, pounding her fist against her open palm as she sat up. “You made me look like I’m weak as fuck in front of the women in your family for a few giggles. Then you know I don’t like having a lot of people in my home. You told me it would just be your folks, but you had damn near fifteen people coming in and out of the house, most of which were women! Do you know how that made me look in front of your mama? Every time a woman came in here, she just shook her head!”

“I’on give a fuck what she think, but I do care how she feel, and she said your outburst made her uncomfortable.”

Chuckling, Denali stood. “So… Me asking you who the woman was that you were taking upstairs, where our bedroom is, made your mother uncomfortable… Not the actions that led to it or the way you talked to me in front of a room full of people?”

Sucking his teeth, Blaze dismissively waved his hand in her direction. “I’on have time to babysit your ass, Denali. I wasn’t fucking with none of them females for you to feel insecure.”

“I wasn’t insecure. Not when it pertains to a lack of confidence. But yes, I was not feeling secure and safe in my home. I did not feel protected. You walked up on me like you was about to put your hands on me, Blaze. Is that okay with you?”

“Look, you pissed me off with that bullshit. You disrespected me in front of my people…”

“Fuck your people!” she roared, tears finally falling. “I’m standing here telling you I did not feel safe with you or respected by you, and all you care about is your people?” When he didn’t reply, Denali nodded with a smile. “Wow. Well, since you’re so concerned with your people, why don’t you go stay with one of them?”

“That’s what we doing now?”

“Get your shit and get the fuck out. If you don’t care about my boundaries in my home and respecting me in my home, you don’t need to be here.”

Clenching his jaw, Blaze stepped directly in front of her. “If you want me out, you gon’ have to put me out.”

“Fine.”

Walking over to the recliner, Denali grabbed her phone to call her father, but Blaze grabbed her phone and threw it across the room.

“I said you. Don’t call no-fucking-body and put them in our business.”

“We don’t have any more business, Blaze. Unless it concerns our kids, I don’t have anything else to say to you. Now get the fuck out!”

“You lucky my sister ain’t still here, or I would let her beat yo’ ass,” he grumbled, pushing past her and heading to the bathroom.

“Yeah, okay,” was all Denali said, going to get her phone.

Still trying to diffuse the situation, she went outside to the garage and got in her car. Calling her best friend, Ladia, Denali released a clipped scream. She couldn’t believe how things had played out, but she was honestly glad. Things had been off between her and Blaze since his release from prison, and they weren’t getting any better just because he had a job. He still wasn’t giving her enough money to cover any of the bills, and that was probably what was irritating Denali most.

She’d spent over three hundred dollars on food and liquor for his family, only for him to invite people that she didn’t even know who showed up empty handed yet were going back for two and three plates. Over the shit, Denali was wondering why in the hell she was even with his ass. And now, it didn’t even matter.

“Hello?” Ladia answered, and Denali smiled at the sound of her four-year-old daughter singing in the background.

“Girl, I’m ’bout to beat the fuck out of this nigga if he don’t leave me alone. I’m sitting in the car waiting for his ass to go.”

“What! Who?”

“Blaze!” she yelled, hitting the steering wheel. “I just put his ass out and he’s really fucking trying me.”

“Okay, I’ma need you to start from the beginning. Do I need to come over there?”

Denali’s head shook as she watched Blaze storm out of the door with a duffle bag on his shoulder. Hitting the lock button, she told Ladia, “Nah. Just pray he leaves in peace.”

“Who the fuck you talking to?” Blaze asked, beating on the window. “I told you don’t put nobody in our business!”

As he tried to unlock the door, Denali shook her head as her eyes watered.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked, lowering her cracked phone. “Why are you handling me this way? You act like I don’t mean shit to you!”

Their eyes remained locked for a few seconds before Blaze walked away. Ladia could be heard yelling her name, but all Denali did was watch as Blaze got into his Mustang. Even if the love faded, Denali felt they would always care about and show each other respect. Today had shown her that was no longer true, and she couldn’t help but wonder what caused this change in the father of her children… or if he’d always been this way and just hid that version of himself from her.

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Salen 

 Salen still hadn’t gotten used to Rameek cooking for her. After handling her hygiene, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen in a silk sleeping set and found him in boxers and house shoes, making waffles. Everything else was done and spread across the large, gray and cream island in the center of the spacious kitchen. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked, really needing a distraction. Truthfully, Salen didn’t have a domestic bone in her body. She knew how to clean up behind herself, but she’d grown up with a house staff that took care of cleaning, laundry, and her meals. 

At the sight of Rameek in his boxers… wide chest exposed, sculpted six-pack, tattooed skin glistening… not to mention his dick print… Salen’s body shivered as she took all of him in. He chuckled and ran his hand down his chest. 

Her eyes snapped up as she licked her lips. “Did you say something, Meek?”

“I did. I said these are done, so you can just grab some plates and silverware if you’d like.”

“Cool. That’s about all I can handle anyway.”

They shared a quiet laugh. “You can’t cook?”

“Not at all. I can do simple stuff like noodles and cereal, but that’s it.”

“Cereal? I know you’re not considering that a meal?”

Salen scoffed. “It has two ingredients that have to be mixed, so yeah. It’s a meal.”

Rameek scoffed. “Okay. So you won’t be fixing any of our meals.”

She tried to pout but it turned into a laugh as she set the plates on the island. “You won’t get any complaints from me, but… it would be nice if someone gave me a few lessons.”

He was so light on his feet, she hadn’t felt him making his way behind her, so when Rameek wrapped his arms around her, she gasped. Her body relaxed against him as she placed her hands on top of his. His soft lips kissed her neck, and her nipples instantly hardened. Rameek touched her as if he knew how much affection meant to her. It wasn’t her love language, but affection from a man she was attracted to was always a weakness. 

“I would love to teach you how to cook, Salen. Just tell me when.”

“Can we make a night of it tonight?” she asked, turning in his arms to face him. “I want more of you.”

“Wine, music, candles… all that good shit.” Rameek chuckled before placing a searing kiss to the center of her forehead. “Whatever you want.”

“Okay,” she agreed softly, finding it difficult to remove herself from his grasp. Her mind was telling her the food was getting cold, but her body was telling her to stay in his warmth. Though she knew Rameek was the kind of man who liked to lead and take charge, Salen couldn’t stop herself from asking, “When are you going to kiss me?”

“When I know I can do it and not feel compelled to want more.”

“I’d let you have it. Me. You know that, right?”

Rameek nodded. “I do, and I’d take you, too, but I want the timing to be right. You got a lot going on right now. When that happens, I want it to be because you want me for me and not because I’m making you feel good when you’re otherwise sad.”

Salen exhaled deeply as they unraveled from one another. “I won’t deny that having you in my corner is one of the very few things that’s keeping me sane. Honestly, I probably would have drank myself to death by now if it weren’t for you. But having you and my poetry… that’s how I’m making it through this.”

His fingers slid across her cheek. “I’ve waited for a way in with you. You’re so… secure… I wanted to make sure when I came, I came correct and offered things you couldn’t refuse. What happened to Carl was devastating, and if there was a way for me to bring him back for you, I would, but I can honestly say I’m honored to be here for you.”

His confession caught Salen off guard. She was sure a man like Rameek was always secure and confident. Hearing that he was hesitant in pursuing her and not just waiting for a specific time softened her heart toward Rameek even more. 

“We have to stop having these kinds of conversations at the wrong time.”

Her hands gently pressed at his chest to put space between them, then she fixed both their plates while Rameek made them mimosas with pineapple juice instead of orange juice. 

After he lit the three candles in the center of the island, she asked, “I’ve noticed you romanticize things throughout your day. Candles while you cook, music while you get ready for your day. Have you always been that way?”

Rameek’s head shook as they sat at the island. Instead of answering immediately, he took ahold of her hand and said grace so they could start eating. 

“I started doing that when I got involved with the mafia. It hardened me. Hardened the way I handled the women in my life, even my mother. I didn’t like that, so I started doing little things to try and balance that so I could still handle them softly.”

“Your mom was super cool. I wish I could have talked to her a little more last night, but there were a lot of people she had to socialize with.”

“Yeah, under different circumstances, she would have cornered you for a one on one to see where your head and heart are at.” His head shook as he cut his waffle. “I talked to her and my brothers this morning. They want you to come over Friday. You’ll be able to talk to her more then.”

“Cool. I’ll be there. I’m not returning to work any time soon, so it’s not like I have anything else to do.”

“I know I told you to stay lowkey to be safe in case you’re right about Bobby wanting to come after you still, but if you ever want to get out the house without me, you’ll always have a guard and be protected.”

“Okay, but I like being with you. I’m probably getting closer to you quicker than I normally would… but we’ve wasted a lot of time. Feels like we have a lot to make up for.”

“I agree.”

Silence found them for a while, allowing them to eat a few bites of food before their conversation picked up again. They covered more basics about each other. How Salen was six months older than Rameek. How they both loved the careers they’d taken on but didn’t mind trading them in for different roles in the future. How they agreed life was about changing and growing, with or without a partner… yet they both would have loved to have a life partner. 

They discussed their hobbies—music, poetry, and dancing were at the top of Salen’s list, along with reading and plays. Rameek loved salsa dancing, which Salen couldn’t wait to see, along with basketball, camping, reading, and true crime documentaries. His guilty pleasure was Lifetime movies. He said he loved the ratchet drama and Salen couldn’t wait to watch a movie marathon with him. 

“How are you stimulated the quickest?” she asked after they’d wrapped up their breakfast. 

“I’m visual. I love stimulating conversation and giving service, but the quickest way to get a reaction out of me is being able to look at you. Especially when you have on that burgundy lipstick and heels. All I can think about is having them by my ears while I stroke your pussy.”

A quiet moan escaped her as she bit her bottom lip. She squeezed her thighs together as he asked, “What about you?”

“Affection. My love language depends on my mood and what I feel like I genuinely need in that moment, but affection always softens me. I can’t wait to be able to cuddle with you and get your scent all over me.” Unable to resist, she inhaled a deep whiff of his cologne. It was spicy like ginger, warm, and slightly chocolatey. “Every time you get close to me, I want to lick you from head to toe. See if you taste as good as you smell.”

Rameek stood, spreading her legs and making his way between them. He squeezed her thighs gently and her lips parted. As he brushed his nose against hers, Salen’s eyes fluttered. 

“If you keep saying shit like that, you’re going to make me lose control.”

Salen licked her lips, and he was so close, her tongue brushed against his. Rameek groaned before tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. Cupping her cheeks, Rameek tilted her head. 

“Is that what you want, Salen?” When she didn’t reply right away, Rameek added, “Hmm?”

Head nodding, she whispered, “Yes.”

Telling a man what she needed was always tricky. There was a chance he’d use it against her, denying her of it to maintain power over her. On the flip side, he could use it to create a connection that wasn’t genuine. With Rameek, Salen wasn’t worried about either of those being the case. 

Salen was anxious. More anxious than she’d ever been to feel a man’s lips on hers. It was a kiss that had been in the making for well over ten years. Not knowing what to expect, her breath caught when he pecked her lips with his. The slow, soft, gentle pecks didn’t last long. As soon as they were familiarized with each other’s mouths, Rameek spread her lips with his tongue and connected it with hers. With time, the kiss deepened, and before Salen could stop it, her pussy was leaking as it imagined how magical his tongue and lips would feel there. 

“Wow,” they mumbled at the same time before laughing quietly. 

Rameek’s alarm sounded, and his head hung briefly. “I have to get ready to go, but I’m looking forward to coming back home to you.”

“That sounds good to me. And I promise not to try and cook while you’re gone.”

Rameek laughed as he went to grab his phone from off the counter. “I’d appreciate that. Syrus will be guarding you today, so if you want to grab some food or have him pick something up for you, just let him know. Vixen will be stopping by later, too. And you can always call me if you need me.”

Salen nodded but she didn’t plan on calling Rameek. The more he was able to focus on business, the quicker he’d be able to come back to her. 

Tomorrow - Her Only Choyce

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His mother named him Choyce because when it came to his father, she didn’t have one. As midnight strikes, she tries to warn Choyce of joining the family business. Dismissive of his mother’s warning, Choyce joins his family for his eighteenth birthday party, where his grandfather gives him the terms of his rite of passage. When Choyce rejects the terms, the act is seen as a rejection of his family and their rules, and the events that follow make two things very clear to Choyce: his mother was right… and things will never be the same again.

Ten years later, things have changed drastically for Choyce, his family, and the business. While there are a few things he regrets, saving Lavender the night of his eighteenth birthday isn’t on that list. Though a decade has passed, the day they spent together has been permanently seared into his memory. He’s changed now... hardened in some places and softened in others. But one thing that will never change is his loyalty and fierce need to protect and possess Lavender every time she’s in his presence.

To commemorate the day that changed them both, Lavender returns to Memphis, TN. Will she finally return Choyce’s heart to him, or will she leave with even more of his love than when she came?

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Choyce

Her eyes were slightly yellow and glossy. Years of drinking had turned the once beautiful woman into a shell of herself. Her skin had darkened, and weight dropped, yet her abdomen swelled. Choyce didn’t have medical proof, but he was sure his mother’s liver was failing her. 

When Heather was done tying his tie, she patted his chest and sighed. The smell of vodka immediately invaded his nostrils, but Choyce had grown used to it by now. Her hands slid down his arms, being sure to not wrinkle his black blazer. His father wanted him in a tuxedo, but Choyce refused to wear one to enter his eighteenth year of life. 

It was hard enough being the center of attention as it was. Jerome family tradition stated every male child have a rite of passage as soon as the clock struck midnight on the day they were born. Whether Choyce wanted to be in the family association or not, in a few minutes, he would have no choice. Unlike with his older brother, Mercy, Choyce hadn’t been groomed to join the association at birth. Instead, they waited until he was sixteen. Sure, his father and uncles made Choyce privy to some things and taught him a few others, but his true training wouldn’t start until after he officially became a man in their eyes. For a moment, Choyce wished he could have moved with his older sister, Grace. She had been granted release from the family to live her life as she saw fit, and a part of Choyce was envious because of that.

Grace had been able to carve her own path, meanwhile his had been decided for him. Worse—it had been decided by a father Choyce wasn’t even sure liked him. Did Sonny love his son? There was no denying that. But did he actually like him? Choyce couldn’t say. Sonny naturally favored his oldest child Mercy, but with Choyce, it went deeper than that. There were moments where he felt his father intentionally kept his distance. Maybe it was because Choyce was closer to his mother, but what other choice did he have?

As the youngest child, she was the one who took Choyce under her wing. Mama’s boy or not, there was nothing weak or soft about him. Choyce was still just as lethal as the rest of his family and would only become more dangerous as he aged. 

“Can we talk before you go down?” Heather asked.

He checked the time on his Rolex. “Can it wait? Pops told me not to be late.”

Sighing, Heather squeezed the back of her neck. Her eyes shifted, landing on Choyce’s desk. Walking over to it, she grabbed a letter that he hadn’t realized she’d placed there. She motioned for him to be seated at the desk, but as Choyce walked over to her, he decided to remain standing. He didn’t want to put a crease in his slacks just in case they were expected to take pictures. 

“I wrote everything in this letter, but I think this is something you need to hear from me directly.”

She opened the envelope and glanced at the letter before setting it on the desk. 

“Whatever you have to say, Ma, just say it. I really can’t be late.”

“Do you even want to go through with this?” she confirmed, lightly caressing his cheek with her palm. 

“You’re asking that like I have a choice.”

Heather scoffed. “That’s why I named you Choyce… because I didn’t have one. I knew when this day came, you would feel as if you didn’t have one either, but you do.”

Choyce’s head shook as he took a step back. All his life, he was told this moment was what he’d been born for. Every man in the Jerome family had two options—join the assassin association or be disowned. This wasn’t a path Choyce would have chosen for himself, but at this point, it was all he knew. During school hours, college and career options weren’t his focus like his small circle of friends. When he graduated high school two months ago, Choyce knew exactly what he would be doing next. 

It was the first time in his life he was glad his birthday came late in the summer. It provided the opportunity for him to feel like a normal teenager. Going to prom and graduation, his friends and games, the parties… they were all memories he’d cherish forever. All that shit would feel like distant memories in a matter of minutes. Becoming an assassin would be the start of a life that revolved around murders, money, and minimizing mayhem. 

“How, Ma? If I don’t join them, they will disown me. Even if I was cool with never speaking to my family again, I would become a target. Their enemies would come after me to get to them. I would have to leave and probably change my name too to stay safe. I don’t have a choice.”

He didn’t want to tell her that she’d taken away his choice when she married and had kids with Sonny Jerome, but that was exactly how he felt. Gritting his teeth, he swallowed those words back down.

“I never wanted any of this,” she whispered. “For me and certainly not for my children.”

“Then why did you stay with him? Why did you marry him? When you realized who they were and what they did, why did you continue to have children with him?”

“I didn’t have a choice,” she whispered loudly, distress covering her face. “Wake up, Choyce. And think.” Her fingers snapped, as if that would cause clarity. “I was forced to marry your father because of a debt that my father couldn’t pay. I never wanted to be a part of this family, but I had no choice. They literally own me. If I would have run, everyone in my family would have died.”

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Coming tomorrow - A Picture Perfect Love!

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Synopsis:

Photographer Zuri Simpson has given up on love for herself, but she still believes it can be found for everyone else. The hopeless romantic uses her photo booth to set strangers up for blind dates, but she’s never considered using it for herself—until one of her clients gets stood up. 

Mayan Smith has always wanted love and a family of his own. Unfortunately, his playboy reputation from his younger years has made it almost impossible for him to find a suitable wife in the small town of Hibiscus Hills. When his future sister-in-law mentions a photo booth blind date, the adventurous ex-basketball player is all in.

For Zuri, adding matchmaker to her resume was supposed to be a fun way to get new clients and increase her income… Falling in love was nowhere on her to-do list. Will Zuri’s health and past experiences cause her broken heart to reject all that Mayan has to give, or will she allow him to gift her with a picture-perfect love? 

Unedited Sample:

Mayan 

 

As my eyes scanned her frame, I prayed to God she was the woman I was about to go on a blind date with. Even with me just seeing her from the back and side, I could tell she was my type—tall, slim, milk chocolate hued skin, long hair. Clearing my throat, I licked my lips as she finally turned to face me. 

Damn.

She was pretty as hell. 

Her eyes were tight and slanted. Deep dimples rested in her cheeks as she smiled… and what a smile it was. It was bright and white. She had pretty, straight teeth. Those lips and that smile… a nigga was stuck off that alone. 

As my eyes lowered down her frame, she casually closed the oversized button-down shirt she was wearing over a tight-fitting shirt. She had a little pudge, but I didn’t care about shit like that. Whoever she was, she was beautiful, and a little stomach wasn’t going to change that. 

“Mayan?” she confirmed as I slowly walked over to her. 

“Yeah. You are?”

Her smile widened as she pulled her hair behind her left ear. It was long, mid-back length, and it was a pretty blend of brown, gold, and black. 

“I’m Zuri, owner of Snapped. Um… I’ve been trying to call you…”

Fuck.

She smelled good. Like cotton candy. Her lips were moving, but all I could do was inhale her scent as I stepped closer. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Chuckling quietly, Zuri crossed her arms, lifting her breasts and lowering my attention to her hardened nipples. The black ribbed shirt was showing off every-damn-thing, and I was loving it too. 

“I said your date canceled for the evening. I was trying to call and see if you wanted a refund before you arrived, but the call kept going straight to voicemail.”

With a nod, I briefly looked around the photography studio. In the front room, it looked like a basic receptionist area. Only difference was, every wall had several pictures that I assumed Zuri had taken. The lavender and blue walls and décor gave a calming and comfortable vibe along with the soft instrumental she had playing in the background. 

“I have my phone set to automatically send numbers I don’t know to voicemail,” I explained. 

She nodded. “Oh, okay. Well. I’m really sorry about that. I can do the refund now…” Zuri turned and went behind the glass desk.

“Nah, I can just go on the date with you.” Her phone slipped out of her hand at the sound of my words, but instead of her saying anything she just looked at me with her mouth partially open as her eyebrows bunched. “Unless you’re married?”

Blinking rapidly, she slowly shook her head. “Married?”

Unable to hold back my smile, I nodded. Softening my voice, I leaned against the desk. For some reason… I felt the need to be closer.

“Yeah. Are you married, Zuri?” Her head shook. “So can you go on the date with me?”

“Are you sure you don’t want the refund?”

“I’m positive,” I replied with no hesitation. It didn’t matter who had canceled—I wanted her as soon as I laid eyes on her. If God was winking with the other woman canceling so I could get to know Zuri’s pretty ass, I was not going to miss this chance. 

Her shoulders relaxed and she smiled softly before tugging her bottom lip between her lips. I hate that she did that. They were juicy as hell. Now I’d be wanting to do the same damn thing just to see how she tasted. 

“Okay,” she agreed. Her voice was light and airy. I liked that shit. “Can you give me just a minute to set the booth up? I was sure you’d want the refund so I hadn’t bothered to set it up.”

“Yeah, that’s cool. You need me to do anything?”

Zuri’s head shook as she rounded the desk then closed the front door and locked it. “No. Have a seat. It won’t take long.”

Nodding, I watched as she walked away. In heels, the top of her head came to my chin. She had on short shorts that exposed her long legs. I couldn’t help but envision them wrapped around my neck as I dug deep in her pussy. 

Sitting down, I went to my call log to lock her number into my contacts. I planned to pull out every charm I had to make her want to see me again after this evening. As unsure of going on a blind date as I was, I’d started to look forward to it as the days went by. There was something about meeting someone that was supposed to be a good partner for me yet I knew nothing about them that was exciting. 

Giselle and Tasia had already started blowing up the group chat I had with them and Dru. I made sure to put my phone on Do Not Disturb before getting on Facebook and looking for Zuri’s profile. She didn’t have a personal one, only a like page for her business. That was refreshing. I don’t know how much time had passed because I’d gotten lost in her photos. She was talented as hell, that I couldn’t deny. As she made her way back inside, I stood. 

“Sorry about the wait, and about your date.”

“It’s cool. You’re pretty as hell, and you smell good.” I didn’t realize how childish that sounded until the words left my mouth. Zuri didn’t seem to mind, though. She blushed, lowering her head as she cupped her hands in the center of herself. 

“Thank you, Mayan. You’re really handsome, and you smell good too.”

Our eyes remained locked for a few seconds before she inhaled a deep breath and used her hand to motion for me to follow her outside. 

I grinned at the sight of what used to be a food truck parked outside. It was painted lavender and blue with the name of her studio and tagline written in cursive across the side. With the backdoors open, I could see into her setup. The shit was cool and creative as hell. 

The center of the truck had a photo booth inside. With the curtain pulled back, I was able to look inside. She had a small table with candles, a charcuterie board, and wine on top. There was an iPad mounted along with a small camera.

“So, the camera snaps pictures throughout the entire date. Typically, dates last for one hour unless the couple requests more time on the intake form. You chose the one-hour date, which includes snacks, wine, and get to know you time.”

“Is it too late for us to add the dinner and movie option as well?” Zuri nibbled her cheek as I closed the space between us. “Or do you have someone coming in after me?”

“No, yours was my last date for the evening, so we can do whatever you want.” Her eyes widened and head shook as she lifted her hands. “Well not whatever you want because I don’t know you, but yeah. We can watch a movie on the iPad, but I’ll have to order dinner. I usually work with a personal chef who caters it.”

“That’s cool. You can leave dinner to me. I know this is probably a lot for you to process so suddenly.”

“Yeah.” She chuckled and released a soft sigh. “No one’s ever asked me to be their date if they were stood up.”

“They must have talked to you over the phone because I can’t see too many men with good sense not taking the chance to spend time with you.”

She was shy—they were usually the freakiest. 

I couldn’t wait to find out.

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Synopsis:

For Raffiel and Monroe, both life and love are crumbling underneath them. When they meet, their similarities motivate them to rebuild their foundations. To do that together, they must first release old ambitions and reservations. Will their weekend together lead to a lifetime of love, or will they part ways and force their memories of one another to be enough?

Raffiel

 

She was going to be upset. 

This was the third night that week Raffiel had been late.

He kept telling himself that his girlfriend, Nataly, would understand. They both worked for rich, powerful black families. In fact, those families were the reason Raffiel and Nataly were even together. It was their parents’ bright idea that the two families join. Had Raffiel not been attracted to Nataly he would not have even considered dating her… family be damned. To their credit, Nataly was beautiful and just as ambitious as he was when they’d first met three years ago, so getting together made sense. 

Time, however, unraveled things inside both of them that kept them from getting married immediately. Though Raffiel hadn’t found a way to tell his parents they would never get married, he wasn’t in much of a rush to end things. With his schedule and commitment to his family’s business, he had no room for love. Hell, he could barely take the time to date Nataly, and while she was understanding of the priority he placed on the business, Raffiel could also sense her growing frustration.

This was the third night he’d been late. 

In a rush to get to his woman, Raffiel quickly killed the engine of his Jaguar and jogged toward Nataly’s front door. Letting himself inside, he took the stairs by two up to her room. His haste was halted at the sound of knocking. Fist lifted to pound on the door, Raffiel listened intently. He wanted to believe his ears were playing tricks on him. It sounded like Nataly’s wooden bed was banging against the wall. 

Nataly’s quiet moans filled his ears causing his eyes to shut, but when he heard, “Nataly, this pussy is so fucking wet,” muttered by a familiar voice, they snapped back open. 

Jaw clenched, Raffiel’s fist opened. His fingers trembled as they covered the knob. With quiet, slow movements, Raffiel turned the knob and opened the door. His brother and girlfriend were so busy fucking each other they didn’t notice him step inside. Light, long steps led Raffiel over to the bed. He cracked his neck, watching them for a moment. 

When he couldn’t take it anymore, Raffiel chuckled before biting his bottom lip and wrapping his arm around his brother’s neck. Lifting him off the bed, Raffiel squeezed, more than okay with being the one to drain his brother of his soul. Nataly’s screams went in one ear and out of the other as she hopped from the bed and shielded herself with her black sheet and duvet… as if he hadn’t seen, felt, worshipped her body a million times before. 

As his brother, Montez, clawed at his arm, Raffiel tightened the hold he had on his neck. 

“You’re going to kill him!” Nataly yelled, scooting up the bed and pressing against the headboard. 

“That’s the point,” Raffiel gritted, staring into her eyes. He couldn’t look away. A part of him wanted Nataly to be looking at him the moment his brother died. His death was going to be on her hands, all because she allowed Montez to put his dick in her pussy. 

“Raffiel, please!” she begged with tears streaming down her cheeks. “Let him go!”

“Why?” Raffiel taunted, feeling his brother weaken against him. It wouldn’t be long soon. “You fell in love with him too?” He scoffed. “What am I saying? You were never in love with me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have cheated on me with my brother!”

“I did love you,” she assured, crawling over to the edge of the bed. Her covering fell, and Raffiel’s eyes lowered to her breasts. His eyes closed as he thought about his brother suckling them. “I do love you. I-it was a mistake!”

His eyes opened as Montez finally stopped moving against him. Releasing him, Raffiel allowed his limp body to hit the ground. 

“The only reason you aren’t on the floor next to him is because I was raised not to put my hands on women.”

“Rell, I…”

He lifted his hand to silence her. “You’d better stay the hell away from me and my family because I will be giving my sister permission to beat your ass every time she sees you.”

Nataly’s shoulders sagged as her expression covered with sadness. “Raffiel, please. Just let me explain.”

“I’ll have someone come and get my things.” He looked down at his brother, head shaking at the rise and fall of Montez’s chest. He was still alive. Unable to resist, he kicked Montez in the side of his head, unmoved by Nataly’s scream. “Remember what the fuck I said. It will be your only warning.”

Stepping over Montez’s body, Raffiel released a long breath as he loosened his tie. Their relationship had exceeded its expiration date. There was no doubt they would be over soon. And if Raffiel was to be honest with himself, it wasn’t the cheating that fucked with him most—it was who she’d cheated on him with. There was no sadness or hurt in his heart because of her infidelity. That was a reflection of her character, not an indication of anything he lacked. There was, however, a hell of a lot of hate in his heart toward her and his brother, and there was no doubt in Raffiel’s mind that neither would be dissolving soon.