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NEW RELEASE: Seasoned is live!

7/17/2020

Good morning! Seasoned is live and you don't want to miss my latest release! Three women, three happily ever afters. The first two stories are interracial and the third is a black romance. Settle down for three sexy stories about finding love in your 40's and 50's. I hope you love them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

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After three failed marriages, Renee Joseph is through with men. She just can’t seem to get it right. Then things heat up with her neighbor, Clive. Will this relationship last, or is she destined to spend the rest of her life alone?

Right when Adelaide Flores is getting used to life without her ex-husband, they’re thrown a curve ball that forces them together. As she and Hector handle a family crisis, the time they spend together reminds her of the good aspects of their marriage and how much she still misses him. But have they grown too far apart to make marriage work the second time around?

All her adult life, Jackie Bryant has worked to get to the point where she is. She owns three successful boutiques, but there’s something missing from her life, and her happiness will depend on the tough decision she must make when her old lover, Tyson, comes back into her life.

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Wednesday Writing Prompt (4 of 4)

5/27/2020

Hi there! This is the last week of Wednesday Writing Prompt. What is Wednesday Writing Prompt? Every Wednesday in May, I and four author friends wrote a short story from a writing prompt, and you could hop from blog to blog to read each one and see the different ideas that come from each prompt.

The month just flew by! Thanks for joining us in this fun exercise. One or two of my stories will definitely become a novella or novel. For more shorts, check out my Free Reads page and the five-episode interracial older woman/younger man romance I wrote a couple of years ago, Until We Meet Again.

Today's prompt is about Tamika, best friend to Layla from Chance Encounter and Dana in Count on Me. Last week's prompt was Better Late Than Never about an unconnected character--Nisa and her best friend Nelson finally getting together.

Without further ado, below is the writing prompt and my contribution, Night and Day.

Writing prompt: Use the following dialogue in your story. “Can you picture it? You and I together?”

Night and Day

“Aye, ain’t that your girl?”

His friend nudged his shoulder. Anton turned and went ramrod straight in the chair. He stared in disbelief at his girlfriend, Tamika, holding a martini glass and shaking her ass on top of the bar at the club.

Stunning as usual, her pixie cut and makeup were immaculate. The sparkly short-shorts showed off her toned legs in a pair of heels, and the sleeveless top clung to her torso and bared her toned arms. She was surrounded by men who gazed up at her with wolfish grins and cheers of encouragement.

“Yeah, that’s her,” he said grimly, getting to his feet.

He was in the VIP celebrating the birthday of one of his co-workers with friends and staff from the company where they worked. But he couldn’t sit still now that he’d seen Tamika. He hadn’t seen her since she left their apartment a week ago and went to stay with one of her best friends, Layla—bringing his life to a standstill—as if the Earth had literally stopped rotating on its axis.

She’d said she needed time alone, promising to call when she got her head right. She never called, and when he did, she didn’t answer the phone or respond to his voice mails.

“What are you about to do?” his friend asked.

“Get her down from there.”

Using his elbows and height, Anton shouldered his way between the ogling men until he stood directly in front of Tamika. When she saw him, her smile faltered like a kid caught in the act of disobeying their parent.

“Get down,” he said, extending a hand to her.

She shot him a look of defiance and screamed, “I’m having fun!” Then she took a big gulp of her drink.

The men roared their encouragement.

Anton move closer but a thicker, shorter man with red hair shoved him back. “Hey man, back up. She’s having a fun, we’re having fun. Go be a buzzkill somewhere else.”

“Yeah,” another man beside him said, glaring at Anton.

“Get out of my way,” Anton growled, wanting very badly to tear something up, and if it happened to be the faces of these two jerks, then so be it.

The short one stepped closer. “Make me.” His breath wreaked of beer, and Anton wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“Get the fu—” He pushed the redhead and they ended up in a shoving match.

“Hey!” Tamika yelled.

Gingerly, she stepped off the bar onto one of the stools. With the help of another man, she hopped to the floor and placed herself between both Anton and the redhead. “Chill!” she said to the stranger.

Anton placed an arm around her waist and whispered, “You’re coming with me.”

Without waiting for a response, he took her arm and shoved his way through the crowd. At first, he wasn’t sure where he was headed, but then he saw the glowing restroom sign and crossed the dance floor in that direction.

He pulled Tamika into the men’s bathroom with him, and she pushed on his chest, eyes flashing.

“What the hell, Anton!”

“What the hell? I should be saying that to you? What did you think you were doing?”

The toilet flushed and a Black guy exited with a scowl on his face. “This is the men’s bathroom. Y’all take that shit outside.”

“Why don’t you go outside and let me talk to my girl?”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Tamika crossed her arms.

The other man laughed at him and took his time washing his hands while Anton silently fumed. When he finally left, he checked the stalls and then locked the door.

“What’s going on with you? I’ve called you no less than ten times in the past week and you haven’t returned a single call.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Doing what? Dancing on top of bars?”

“Leave me alone, Anton.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” He hadn’t been able to leave her alone since they met, shortly afterward telling her he didn’t want to see anyone else and ending with, “Can you picture it? You and I together? Just the two of us?” Lucky for him, she’d said yes.

“Easy. Stop calling.” Arms still crossed, Tamika paced away from him. At least she didn’t try to leave.

“Talk to me, Tam.”

In the reflection of one of the mirrors, he saw her bottom lip tremble.

Anton eased closer but kept his distance, when all he wanted to do was gather her in his arms and ease her pain. In retrospect, it was clear how much the miscarriage had devastated her. He should have seen it before. Should have known that’s what prompted her withdrawal even as she said, I’m good.

They’d prayed for a little girl. She, because she imagined doing her daughter’s hair, getting her ready for prom, and watching her grow into an intelligent young woman—all the rites of passage mothers and daughters share through life—the friendship and love she’d shared with her own mother before she passed. He, because whatever Tamika wanted, he wanted.

No one understood their relationship. They were like night and day. He was the stuffy corporate attorney, she was the dynamic chemist working on her own line of cosmetics, hoping to one day turn her mail-order business into a multi-million dollar empire. She was also the love of his life, and moving in together had been the best decision he’d ever made.

The past week had been hard. He missed her—his best friend, his source of laughter, her smile and vivacious personality making every day a good day.

“Talk to me. We used to talk about everything,” Anton said quietly.

Tamika looked at him, arms still folded protectively around her midsection. Her eyes became glassy with tears, and he could no longer resist the need to comfort her. He closed the space between them with two long strides and wrapped her in the protection his arms. He whispered soothing words as she quietly sobbed into his shoulder.

Someone knocked then jiggled the doorknob, but he ignored them, running one hand up and down her back.

When she stopped crying, she looked up at him with red eyes and a trembling smile. “Why do you put up with me?”

“I don’t know. Guess I just love you.”

She laughed and swiped at the wetness on her cheeks. “I needed time away.”

“From me?”

“From me. From the utopia I’d created in my head of you, me, and our baby. Late night feedings…”

“Changing dirty diapers…”

“Tired from lack of sleep…”

“Staying up all night and staring at her when we should be sleeping when she sleeps.” He smiled through the punch of pain in his chest.

“I wanted all of it. The good, the bad, the dirty, the cranky, the pretty, the cuteness, the…” She choked and swallowed.

Anton cupped her face in his hands. He knew better than to say they could try again. All he could do was let her know that he would be there to support her. “I love you, Tam. You don’t have to bear this alone.”

She gazed at him with grateful eyes. “I know. I’m sorry.”

He kissed her lids and pulled her into another firm hug. “Let’s go home. Okay?”

She nodded against his chest.

Someone banged loudly on the door. “Hey! Anybody in there?”

“Let’s go before they call security,” Anton said.

Tamika giggled and took his hand. When she swung open the door, two men stood outside. One scowled and the other raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, gentleman. He’s so irresistible, I couldn’t wait until we got home.”

Anton smirked as he walked by the men and then flung an arm around Tamika’s shoulder.

Life would finally get back to normal.
________

Readers, any of you ever felt the need to let go like Tamika and do something wild, like dance on top of a bar?

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Wednesday Writing Prompt (3 of 4)

5/20/2020

Good morning! Welcome to week three of Wednesday Writing Prompt. What is Wednesday Writing Prompt? Every Wednesday in May, I and four author friends will write a short story from a writing prompt, and you can hop from blog to blog to read each one and see the different ideas that come from each prompt.

The first two prompts are Chance Encounter and Count on Me with connected characters, but this week’s prompt is made up of entirely new characters. Without further ado, below is the writing prompt and my contribution, Better Late Than Never.

Writing prompt: The hero’s best friend sets him up on a blind date, but when he shows up for the date, his best friend is there.

Better Late Than Never

Why had he agreed to this?

Nelson straightened the collar on his shirt and walked into the coffee shop.

He didn’t do blind dates and certainly didn’t need help getting laid, but his friend Nisa was right. He’d been in a slump ever since his unexpected broken engagement, and he needed to shake it off and get back in the game.

If someone other than Nisa had set him up, he would have passed, but she knew him better than any of his other friends. Hell, they knew each other better than any of their other friends, having met in the first grade and gotten along ever since.

Thinking about her made him smile as he scanned the tables, checking if his date, Laura, had already arrived. The quick scan of the interior verified she hadn’t yet. She would only communicate with him via email, and she’d also requested a coffee date, something low pressure for the two of them. She said she’d be wearing jeans, a blue top, and a paisley scarf, but no one in the shop was dressed remotely like that. Good, because he’d shown up early to make sure he beat her there. Taking an empty table along the wall, he faced the door and waited.

Each time the door opened, he glanced up, expecting to see her. About two minutes after the hour, Laura still hadn’t arrived. Strike one. He was a stickler for being on time and expected other people to be early or on time, the way he always was.

He sent a text to Nisa. Your girl is late.

Knowing her, she’d probably have some sassy response. He chuckled softly to himself as he waited.

“Hey, Nelson.”

Surprised, he glanced up to see Nisa standing beside the table. She’d apparently come from somewhere in the back.

Nelson stood. “Hey, what are you…?”

She looked amazing as usual, with her thick natural hair splayed on top of her shoulders in her favorite style, a twist-out. What made him lose his voice was her attire. Jeans. Blue top. Paisley scarf.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Have a seat,” Nisa said, sitting in the chair opposite him.

Nelson sat slowly.

“I know you’re wondering why I’m here, dressed like this.”

“Yeah, the question did cross my mind,” he said carefully.

“It’s because… I’m your blind date. I’m the person you’re supposed to meet, and I’m the person you’ve been emailing for the past week.”

“What the hell are you doing, Nisa?” There was only silence at their table as everyone around them continued eating, drinking, and typing on their laptops. “We’re friends,” Nelson said tightly.

Nisa folded her hands on the table and made direct eye contact. “I know. Believe me, it was a difficult decision to let you know about my feelings for you, and I was hiding in the bathroom trying to work up the courage to come out here and face you. But I finally decided it was worth the risk.”

Nelson couldn’t believe his ears. “How long have you felt this way?”

“Years.”

“Damn. Why didn’t you just talk to me instead of this elaborate scheme?”

Nisa shrugged. “I guess I was afraid of your rejection, and this way I forced my own hand.”

Hesitation filtered into her face, but there was no need for her to be uneasy. He had always found Nisa attractive, but every time he was free, she was in a relationship. When she was free, he was in a relationship. They never seemed to be single at the same time. Until now…

“What are you thinking?” she asked quietly.

Nelson scrubbed a hand across his jawline and studied her across the table. “I’m thinking that blue looks good on you, like every color does. I like the paisley scarf. I like the way those jeans fit, and…I’m wishing I hadn’t let so much time pass without making a move.”

She bit her lip, which was the cutest, sexiest thing. “You feel the same?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because if we don’t work as a couple, how can we go back to being friends?” His chest tightened at the thought of losing her support, her goofy sense of humor, her ability to make him laugh even when he was angry or having a bad day. Nisa was his sanity in an insane world, and the one person he could always count on.

“I had the same worries,” she admitted. “But I figured it was worth it, especially after you and Nadia broke up and you didn’t get seriously involved with anyone else.”

“Me and Nadia,” Nelson muttered, shaking his head.

“What happened between the two of you? You never told me why you split.”

“Because I couldn’t tell you that she ended our engagement after she accused me of being in love with you.”
Nisa’s eyes widened. “Why did she say that?”

“Because I am.”

Her eyes went even wider.

He’d been in denial for a long time but Nadia forced him to face the truth. Now that Nisa knew how he felt, the rest of the confession came easily.

“We’d had a couple of fights about you. She didn’t like our closeness or the fact that there were things I wouldn’t share with her but I shared with you. She was always suspicious of our phone calls and our text messages. Didn’t matter when I let her see my phone to prove our conversations were innocent. In her words, ‘your face lights up every time her name appears on your phone.’ The last straw was when I whispered your name in the middle of us making love.”

Nisa’s mouth fell open.

“Yeah, it was pretty terrible. I gave her a lame excuse, that your names were close together because they both start with N. She saw through the lie.” Nelson sat forward, looking deeply into her eyes. “The truth was, I had been thinking about you while I was with her, and the closer we got to our wedding date, the harder my relationship with her became.”

“I don’t know what to say. I thought I would have to convince you to give us a try, but it seems we’re on the same page.”

“As usual. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

They stood and Nelson took her hand as they walked out of the coffee shop. As soon as they exited the door, he pushed her against the outside wall and captured her lips with his. Her mouth was soft, pliable, and tasty. Better than he had ever imagined. Knowing that he’d been missing out all these years because he’d been worried about messing up their friendship, made him want to give himself a swift kick in the behind.

His tongue swept the inside of her mouth and she groaned. That spurred him to slip his arms around her waist and pull her tight against his body. They’d hugged numerous times over the years, but this hug, this embrace, was hotter and made him hornier than ever before. Tracing her waistline with his hands, he moved his palms upward and barely managed not to squeeze her breasts. There would be time for that later.

Nelson released her mouth reluctantly and lifted his head. Nisa looked at him with passion-drunk eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he breathed.

“I’m glad you finally did,” she whispered, her breath brushing his mouth in a gentle caress.

“Your place or mine?”

“I live too far away. Yours.” She did that cute little thing again where she bit her bottom lip.

Nelson gave her another quick kiss, already addicted to her mouth.

Then he took her hand and led her to his car.
______

Readers,
1. Would you let a friend set you up on a blind date?
2. Should Nelson have spoken up sooner?

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Wednesday Writing Prompt (2 of 4)

5/13/2020

Welcome to week two of Wednesday Writing Prompt! What is Wednesday Writing Prompt? Every Wednesday in May, I and four author friends will write a short story from a writing prompt, and you can hop from blog to blog to read each one and see the different ideas that come from each prompt.

Last week you met Layla, Tamika, and Dana, and I wrote about Layla in last week’s prompt. In this week’s prompt I wrote about Dana, who works on documentaries for my favorite alpha female, Sylvie Johnson from the Brooks Family series.

All of us writing the prompts have to stick to a certain word count, and I had a hard time limiting myself this week. I wanted to write more, but I’m confident you’ll enjoy what I did write about this couple. Without further ado, below is the writing prompt and my contribution, Count on Me.

Writing prompt: The hero and heroine work late and end up locked in the building alone.

Count on Me

Dana stood, yawned, and stretched, tired after a long day at work as a documentary film editor for SJ Media.

The phone rang and she answered right away when she saw the call was from one of her best friends, Layla. “Hey, haven’t heard from you since that text you sent Saturday.”

“I’ve been busy,” Layla said coyly.

Dana checked her reflection in the window, smoothing a hand over the stretchy cotton dress that showed off the ample curves of her plus-sized figure. “Busy with Chance?”

“Yes. You’re not going to believe this, but except for picking up clothes Saturday morning, I’ve been at his place ever since.”

Dana picked up her giant purse from her desk and flung it over her shoulder. “It’s Wednesday!”

“I know. I feel so good with him, it’s crazy.”

Dana left her cubicle and headed toward the elevator. “I’m so happy for you!”

“Thanks, honey. Can’t talk long, but I want you, me, and Tamika to go out on Friday night again, okay? Don’t forget.”

“I won’t.”

“Good. Talk to you later!”

Dana hung up and exited the elevator. She had never worked this late before and downstairs was unusually quiet.

“Dammit!” a male voice yelled.

She paused, surprised she wasn’t the only person there and also because she recognized that voice. Slowly, she rounded the corner. Her ex, Brandon, stood in front of the exit.

She came up behind him and asked quietly, “What’s the matter?”

He swung around. When he saw her, his jaw hardened and the fire in his eyes dimmed. His reaction twisted pain in her chest. He never looked at her like that before they broke up. It could be a bad idea to get involved with someone you worked with, but she’d made an exception with Brandon. With toasty brown skin and a tall muscular build, he was a good-looking man who also had a great personality.

He trained her when she first arrived at SJ Media. They became friends and eventually lovers, and then she had done what she had to do. Let him go.

“Door’s locked,” he grumbled, as if it was her fault.

“What do you mean locked?”

“Locked, as in, we can’t get out. We’re stuck here.”

“No.” Dana marched past him and pushed on the door. It opened fractionally but not all the way because of the thick metal chain wrapped around the outer door.

“Like I said, locked.”

Dana turned around. “What about the back door?”

“Also locked. That’s where I was going to leave from because I parked my truck in the back.”

“So we’re really stuck here?”

Together?

“Afraid so.” Brandon walked away.

“Where are you going?”

“To find something to eat. I’m starving.”

Dana was starving, too and had planned to grab a bite on the way home. She rushed after Brandon. “Is there someone we can call for help?”

“If you know someone, let me know. I don’t know anyone we can call.”

He stabbed the button on the wall. The doors immediately opened and they stepped in. He hit the fourth floor button and when the elevator stopped, Dana followed him down the hall. She stood inside the door of the break room as he opened cabinets and pulled out caramel popcorn, beef jerky, and protein bars.

“That’s dinner?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

“Got a better idea?” he shot back in a hostile tone.

“No.” She wished he wouldn’t look at her with such anger. She wished he’d speak to her in the softly amused voice he used to use on the phone or when they were sneaking a kiss in this very room.

Dana went to the vending machine. “Coke?”

“Can’t believe you asked that.”

She smiled. He had a Coke addiction, one she’d tried unsuccessfully to save him from during their five months together.

She chose a Vitaminwater, set both beverages on the table, and sat across from him. She emptied popcorn onto a styrofoam plate and chose one of the protein bars.

“Mmm, not bad,” she said, licking crumbs from her lip.

Brandon stared at her mouth, and she stopped chewing. He kept staring at her, mouth set in an angry line.

Dana lowered her gaze. The silence was as dense as the protein snack, and she didn’t know what to say or do.

“Why did you break up with me?” he asked.

“I told you why.”

“You claimed you weren’t interested anymore, but that’s bullshit. We had fun together, we like the same movies, the same food, we went out all the time. You liked spending time with me as much as I liked spending time with you. Why did you dump me, Dana? You owe me a real answer.”

Dana hated the hurt she saw in his eyes. Knowing she caused him pain hurt her, too, but she kept her voice even and hoped the longing and regret that filled her wasn’t obvious. “I don’t owe you anything. Accept what I said and move on.”

She pushed back her chair and rushed from the table. Brandon jumped up and blocked the doorway.

“What are you doing?” She needed to get away from him and hadn’t expected him to challenge her.

“Tell me.”

“Stop it, Brandon.”

“Did I do something to hurt you? Was I insensitive in any way? Did I—”

“Stop! Please stop,” she finished softly.

Silence.

His shoulders dipped lower. “I love you. I don’t understand what I did wrong.”

Dana laughed softly, miserably. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I must have. You broke up with me.”

She blinked back tears and when she settled her gaze on him, knew she had to tell him the truth. He blamed himself when he was the epitome of a great boyfriend. “I did, but only because…because I didn’t want you to be stuck with me when I get sick.”

“Sick? What are you talking about?”

“A few weeks ago I found out I have breast cancer.” Her voice trembled. “It runs in my family, and I guess it’s my turn.” She shrugged.

“That’s why you broke up with me?”

“I have a long road ahead, and I didn’t want to drag you into my problems. If you stayed with me out of pity...”
She choked, unable to finish the sentence.

“You never thought I’d stay with you out of love?” Brandon asked quietly.

“We were only together for five months. That’s not a lot of time to have to go through such a life-changing experience with someone. I don’t expect you—”

“I love you. I told you that after three months, meant it, and still do. Having cancer doesn’t change my feelings or make me want to walk away when you’ll need me most.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m very serious.” He came closer. “I love you, and I want to be right there with you, fighting, and helping you beat this thing.”

“I didn’t think…”

“Nah, you didn’t think.” His smile softened the words.

Heart filled with happiness, Dana stepped closer. “It won’t be easy. My mom really suffered. My dad could barely handle it, and they were together for ten years by that time.”

“Don’t count me out.”

She released a long breath. “Okay.”

Brandon cupped her face and kissed her softly. Like always, her toes curled. She tugged him closer and he laughed against her lips, and she laughed.

“Ready for dinner?” Brandon asked.

“I guess. But what about sleep later?”

“We can go to the lounge to watch TV and sleep on one of the futons.” Brandon pulled out her chair and she sat down.

When he sat across the table from her, Dana smiled. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He bit into a beef jerky stick.

“I love you.”

He grinned. “I know.”
________

Readers, should Dana have told Brandon the truth from the beginning, or can you understand her fears?

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Wednesday Writing Prompt (1 of 4)

5/6/2020

Welcome to the very first Wednesday Writing Prompt! What is Wednesday Writing Prompt? Every Wednesday in May, I and four author friends will write a short story from a writing prompt, and you can hop from blog to blog to read each one and see the different ideas that come from each prompt.

This scene takes place at Dilligan’s Sports Pub. As I sometimes do, I reuse the names of fictional places in my stories, and Dilligans’s is the bar where Diego and Ronnie from One of the Guys had their pool shooting competition. It's also where Malcolm in The Roommates works as a bartender (on my Free Reads page).

Without further ado, below is the writing prompt and my contribution, Chance Encounter.

Writing prompt: The heroine is at a bar playing a drinking game with her friends and loses, and as a result is told that she has to ask the next man who comes through the door out on a date.

Chance Encounter

“Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug!”

Layla shot daggers across the table at her two best friends who softly chanted the words at their booth in Dilligan's Sports Pub. The popular hangout was about halfway full, with empty tables and seats at the bar that would be full within a couple of hours.

“This game sucks,” she said with a pout.

They were on round one of the game Never Have I Ever, and she already had to steel herself to toss back a vodka shot. Layla glared at her friend, Tamika, who wore a cute pixie cut and a denim jacket over a tank top. She had been the one to say, “Never have I ever had a one-night stand.”

Tamika smirked. “Drink up, Miss One-Night Stand.”

Layla took a deep breath and tossed back the liquor, grimacing as it burned on the way down. She slammed the glass on the table and shivered. Whew, that was strong stuff. Now part two. She had to ask the next man who came through the door out on a date.

“Whose idea was this again?” she asked.

Dana, plus-sized and wearing glasses and an off-the-shoulders blouse, giggled. “Yours,” she reminded Layla.

“Oh yeah,” Layla muttered. She thought a drinking game with a challenge would be a nice way to spice up their Friday night out. Lesson learned.

While they waited, they chatted and within a few minutes, Tamika nudged Dana. “There’s our victim.”

Layla turned around in her seat, and her heart stopped. No. She immediately recognized the buzzed cut, the smooth, handsome face, and the easy-going stroll that suggested he had all the time in the world.

She quickly turned back around. “Um, can I ask out the next guy?”

“The next guy? What’s wrong with him?” Tamika asked, looking at Layla as if she’d lost her mind.

“He’s foine,” Dana said, leaning sideways out of the booth to get a better look.

“The next guy would be better.” Layla wiped clammy hands on her jeans.

Tamika leaned across the table. “The deal was, you have to ask out the next guy that comes through the door, not the second next guy. And frankly…” Tamika’s eyes shifted over to the bar. “You could do a lot worse than that fine ass man.”

“Go get your man,” Dana said.

Knowing they wouldn’t budge, Layla pressed her lips together. “Just so you know, we’re not best friends anymore.”

“Whatever,” they said in unison.

Layla slid sideways out of the booth and stood. She smoothed a hand over her long hair, happy she’d been to the salon earlier so that her hair looked and smelled good, and the green halter top tucked into her skinny jeans was flattering. Heck, she looked good.

With bolstered confidence, she strutted over to the bar, ignoring a couple of men who looked appreciatively in her direction. As she drew closer to Chance, her heart beat faster. He’d taken a spot near the end of the bar and sat with his back to her—a broad back she recalled clawing two weeks ago as sweat beaded her forehead and she moaned from intense pleasure.

Rebound sex. Mind-blowing, nipple-clenching, rebound sex.

Her breathing stuttered and she swallowed hard.

Rebound sex after she and her ex-boyfriend mutually agreed they should split because the relationship had simply fizzled. Despite agreeing, losing him had hurt. They’d been together for almost two years.

But here was Chance Lopez, a friend of a friend had introduced them on her rare night out to a nightclub to forget her aching heart. Chance had made her mindful that she should never settle for fizzling again. She touched her neck at the memory of his lips whispering over her skin.

Layla stepped up to the bar and squeezed between two stools. “Hi, Chance.”

The moment he turned and faced her, sparks thickened the air between them, and she was once again struck by the beauty of his brown eyes. One eyebrow lifted higher and a slow smile slipped across his lips and caused between her thighs to blossom with heat. Damn him.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Layla Strong.”

He spoke with a thick accent though he said his family moved from Colombia when he was in elementary school. She was pretty sure he kept the accent because it was sexy and drove women like her wild.

Layla held up her hand. “Before you start, I need to tell you that I approached you for one reason and one reason only. I’m sitting over there with my two girlfriends playing a drinking game, and I had to ask the next man who came through the door on a date. That happened to be you. It’s ridiculous, I know.”

Chance glanced in the direction she indicated and saw her friends staring unabashedly at them. His smile widened to reveal pretty white teeth, and he folded his arms over his chest. “Ask me.”

“Ask you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Ask me,” he said softer, looking steadily into her eyes. He had a way of repeating sentences to get you to do what he wanted. It worked.

“Would you go out with me?”

“When?”

Her heart started racing again. This time not from nervousness but from excitement. “Tomorrow night.”

“Hmm.” Chance lifted his eyes toward the ceiling. “Tomorrow night I have plans.”

“You jerk!” With a laugh, she swatted his arm.

“I’m kidding. I accept.”

He hooked a finger through a loop in her jeans and tugged her between his legs. They were way too close, but she didn’t mind. He smelled divine, and when she rested her hands on his thighs, she was reminded of how he’d repeatedly powered into her.

“It’s good to see you, Layla, considering last time I saw you was the morning you rushed out of my house with barely a goodbye, and you didn’t leave your number.”

“I don’t know why I left like that.”

“Good to know it wasn’t something I did.”

“Definitely not. Everything you did was…perfect.”

“Oh really? In that case…” He lowered his voice and pulled her so close their breaths mingled. “How about we get out of here and go back to my place for a repeat of that night?”

“I’m here with friends. I can’t just leave them.”

“You can.”

“Chance, I can’t.” But she wanted to.

“You can. Then we can go back to my place for a repeat of that night.”

That repetition thing again, in that sexy Colombian accent. Her resistance crumbled.

“Give me two seconds.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Layla rushed back over to her friends. “Sorry girls, but I have to bail on you. I’m leaving with him.”

“You can’t leave with a complete stranger!” Tamika said.

Layla fit her cross-body bag across her chest. “Actually, he’s not a stranger. He’s my one-night stand.”

Their mouths fell open.

“Ta-ta,” she said with a wave, walking away before they could say a word.

As she approached Chance, he stood, his brown eyes sweeping over her in renewed appreciation, as if he were already imagining her naked. She did the same to him, biting the inside of her lip as she recalled in vivid detail the muscled abs, his firm thighs, and the way he worked his hips to give her multiple orgasms in one night.

Chance let her precede him to the door and rested one hand in the small of her back. Heated anticipation filled her skin.

“Can’t wait to get you home,” he whispered near her ear.

She tossed a flirtatious look over her shoulder. “I can’t wait, either."

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5/4/2020

Don't miss this sale! Wild Thoughts (Brooks Family #4) is on sale for 99 cents. If you've already read the book, tell a friend so they can take advantage of this deal. Sale ends May 5th!

It started with a little white lie...
Lindsay Winthrop's weekly podcast on sex and dating has garnered thousands of listeners across the country, thanks to experience with a loving fiancé she's been with for years. Except, her husband-to-be doesn't exist, and now she's in a bind. With a book deal on the line, she has to find a man fast, and Malik Brooks might be just the man she's looking for.

If he knows what's good for him, he'll stay away from her...
A few years ago Malik gave up sex and now works hard as a metal sculptor. In doing so, he's created enough pieces to fill a gallery, and his vow of celibacy has kept him focused. When a major deal falls through, Lindsay makes him an offer he can't refuse, and all he has to do is pretend to be her fiancé. Sounds easy at first, but after one kiss, he wants more. Then things really get interesting.

Queen of Barrakesch is live!

3/27/2020

Hi! How are you holding up? We're all going through a very rough time right now with the Coronavirus pandemic sweeping across the world, but my hope is that Queen of Barrakesch can whisk you away for a few hours and provide the escape you crave.

The novel takes place in Barrakesch, a fictional Middle Eastern country where they speak English and Arabic. Make sure you don't miss the translations at the beginning of the book to help you understanding the meaning of the words in the dialogue.

Tropes: fake relationship, forced into marriage

Characters: Arab hero, Black heroine

Blurb: They had no idea how much their lives would change…forever.
Imani Karunzika is fiercely independent and refuses to be forced into a loveless marriage with the domineering man her parents want for her. When her friend Crown Prince Wasim al-Hassan of Barrakesch learns he’ll be passed over for the throne because he has no wife, she suggests a plan where they enter into a fake engagement. He can then secure his birthright, and she can get her parents off her back.
But the marriage must proceed as planned. Wasim becomes the king, she becomes the queen and is now under the rule of a man whose power and authority is unmatched. But Imani’s greatest struggle lies not within the walls of the palace, but inside herself as she fights to keep the ultimate secret—that she’s madly in love with the king.

Buy links: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Paperback
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This is the last book in the series. Like the first two, it will only be available on Amazon. Eventually, the books will be available at other retailers, but not for a while. To read them now (they're free with the Kindle Unlimited subscription) without a Kindle, download the free Kindle app to your computer, phone, or tablet.

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Wasim crisscrossed the lawn, mingling with the guests and stopping to tease the children. As he greeted a small group of adults playing horseshoes, his sentence trailed off when Imani exited the house and stood at the top of the steps.
For a moment, he was speechless. He’d never seen her hair like that before, parted on one side and flipped up at the ends. She wore a mustard-colored tunic and matching pants. Brownish-red lipstick complemented her bronze complexion and coated the fullness of her lips, drawing his eyes and hurtling him back in time to the taste of that same mouth and how much he’d enjoyed kissing her.
He quickly abandoned the guests and walked over to her. Smiling, she stepped down onto the grass.
“Hi.”
“You finally decided to make an appearance. How nice of you to show up…late.”
“You didn’t give me a specific time, and you should be glad I’m here considering you begged me to come.”
“Let’s not exaggerate. I invited you.”
“Because this wouldn’t be much of a party without me. You’re welcome.”
“I didn’t thank you.”
“You were about to.”
Wasim laughed. He’d miss their verbal sparring when she went back to Zamibia.
“I see you’re doing something different with your hair.” He hadn’t planned to comment on her hairstyle, but the words just came out of him.
Imani fingered the strands, suddenly more subdued. “I’m trying something different.”
“I like it.”
She glanced at him. “Thank you.”
“You’re wearing a different scent, too.”
Her eyebrows raised a little in surprise.
She had no idea the close attention he paid to everything about her—her clothes, hair, the scents she wore.
“I am wearing a different scent. Normally it’s shea butter infused with passionfruit, but I’m trying a new fragrance from a line of creams and lotions made locally by the women’s cooperative of Zamibia. This one is shea butter infused with mango.”
She was truly amazing. Imani didn’t only publicize and encourage the women’s work, she supported them by buying their products. She’d also worked out a way to invest in their businesses with money from the oil revenues once they started pouring in.
“I like it,” Wasim said. She smelled so good he wished he could carry the scent of her with him at all times.
“You’re full of compliments today.”
“You deserve every one.”
Before she could reply, Malak ran over, squealing excitedly at the sight of Imani. Dropping to her haunches, she gave him a big hug and kissed both of his cheeks. “Oh my goodness, look at you! You’re getting so big. How old are you now?”
“Four.” He held up four fingers.
Her eyes widened. “I better be careful or you’ll catch up to me soon.”
Malak’s little face brightened from laughter. “Do you want to see my chimpanzees?” he asked.
“Wait a minute, they’re your chimpanzees now?” Wasim asked.
“Yes.” The little boy giggled.
Wasim folded his arms across his chest and affected a stern expression. “You bought them?”
His nephew nodded vigorously.
“Where did you get money?”
“When I went to the hotel to work with Baba,” he replied.
“Now you know,” Imani said with a laugh as she let Malak pull her away.
Wasim kept his eyes on her regal walk. Rubbing his bearded cheek, he let his gaze swing back and forth with the movement of her hips. She could make any outfit sexy—including a loose-fitting tunic and pants that did more to hide her figure than display it.
Her legs were completely covered, yet he couldn’t help but notice how she moved with effortless sensuality. Perhaps because he knew what lay under the clothes. Outside of Barrakesch, he’d seen her toned legs in fitted skirts that showed off her curvaceous shape and plump bottom. He’d had many thoughts about getting his hands on that ass.
Imani sat down on a rug on the lawn and proceeded to play with Malak and five other kids. They fed bananas to the chimp and cuddled with the lion cub, who practiced its roar—which sounded more like a squeak.
“You made a good choice.” Yasmin had sidled up beside him.
“You think so?” Wasim shifted his gaze to look at his sister. At four months pregnant, she only had the smallest baby bump.
Yasmin nodded. “You’re the perfect match. I don’t think you could have done better. We all like her.” She sauntered over to a bench where Farouk sat and joined him.
Wasim went back to mingling with the guests but remained attuned to Imani’s every movement. His sister’s words resonated with him.
Imani was perfect. Where would he find another woman who fit so perfectly within his culture and life? An equal. A woman whose deep love for her country made her put in long hours on the oil drilling project because it would improve the country’s economy. There was no better woman to have by his side as a life partner.
But their entire relationship was fake. Made up. Not real.
But what if it wasn’t?
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Catch up with the other books in the Royal Brides series:

Princess of Zamibia (Royal Brides #1), between Dahlia Sommers and Crown Prince Kofi Karunzika—a secret baby romance where the prince comes to claim his heir.

Princess of Estoria (Royal Brides #2), between Angela Lipscomb and Prince Andres Luis Vasquez Alamanzar II—inspired by current events.

Coronavirus (Covid-19) Quarantine Resources

3/23/2020

Hi all,
I'm going to update this space to list freebies or other helpful information we can use during the Covid-19 pandemic. Google is also a good way to find resources, particularly for your specific state. If you're aware of other resources, share it in the comments. Let's follow the CDC instructions on how to protect ourselves, listen to health care officials, be considerate of others, and stay safe!

Reading and Education

You can now download over 300,000 books from the NYPL for free: https://www.timeout.com/newyork/news/you-can-now-download-over-300-000-books-from-the-nypl-for-free-031820

2 months free Kindle Unlimited for new signups (expires 4/30/2020): https://www.amazon.com/kindle-dbs/promoLanding?promoCode=7cad7d39-c2cf-4e3d-9b17-4ebafbb03a41&tag=tbpre-20&ascsubtag=04OaMT4pCIueEBs5uDqI2En&fbclid=IwAR0AxSc1bzkootLKNGWEcpSxLxKxaVsCK8QuiXT4wHdai-7oKPMS_AQuRs8

My Royal Brides series and Quicksand series are in Kindle Unlimited, so you can read them for free with the 2 months free KU special.

All Garden Avenue Press author titles are in Kindle Unlimited, so you can read them free with the 2 months free KU special.

With a Hoopla and Overdrive account, access audiobooks and ebooks for free through your public library (where available).

Open-Access JSTOR Database Accessible to the Public: http://www.universitytimes.ie/2020/03/jstor-makes-database-accessible-to-the-public/

Added 4/1/2020: A curated collection of more than 150 free Udemy courses to help students adapt to working from home, search for a job, maintain balance, and more: https://www.udemy.com/courses/free/

Added 5/15/2020: Google launches free digital training platform for job seekers and entrepreneurs impacted by COVID-19: https://www.blackenterprise.com/google-launches-free-online-digital-skills-training-platform-for-job-seekers-and-entrepreneurs-impacted-by-covid-19/

Health and Economic Resources

Free internet for the next 60 days from Spectrum if you have K-12 kids or college-age students: https://www.businessinsider.com/coronavirus-free-spectrum-internet-wifi-offer-student-households-promotion-2020-3

YMCA launches free online classes for at-home exercise: http://ed.gr/ca2xi

United Way Worldwide Launches COVID-19 Community Response and Recovery Fund: https://www.unitedway.org/the-latest/press/united-way-worldwide-launches-covid-19-community-response-and-recovery-fund

Added 4/1/2020: Free online fitness classes: https://www.cbc.ca/life/wellness/these-are-the-free-no-equipment-online-fitness-classes-you-need-right-now-1.5500751

Added 4/10/2020: Cardi B and Fashion Nova giving away $1000 per hour to help those impacted by COVID-19 until May 20. https://www.fashionnova.com/pages/cares

Added 5/23/2020: Lowe's to assist minority-owned businesses with $25 million in grants. wes-to-assist-minority-owned-businesses-with-25-million-in-grants

For Kids

List of free educational resources during the outbreak, for kids of all ages: https://abc7ny.com/6035120/

Cleveland Metroparks Zoo offering free online biology classes for children:
https://www.cleveland19.com/2020/03/17/cleveland-metroparks-zoo-offering-free-online-biology-classes-children-during-coronavirus-school-shutdown/

List of Georgia schools offering student meals during the outbreak: https://www.fox5atlanta.com/news/list-of-georgia-schools-offering-students-meals-during-coronavirus-outbreak

Free Audiobooks for kids on Audible for as long as schools are closed: https://stories.audible.com/start-listen

Miscellaneous

Free resources for schools: https://thejournal.com/articles/2020/03/13/free-resources-ed-tech-companies-step-up-during-coronavirus-outbreak.aspx

Where to get free financial assistance, food, and more: https://laist.com/2020/03/20/where_to_get_financial_assistance_food_and_more_during_the_coronavirus.php

Free cooking classes by Michelin-star chef Massimo Bottura: https://www.sunnyskyz.com/positive-good-news.php?newsid=3699/Stuck-At-Home-This-Award-Winning-Chef-Is-Teaching-Free-Cooking-Classes-On-Instagram

Added 4/24/2020: Check your credit report for free every week for the next year. Expires April 20, 2021. https://www.businessinsider.com/personal-finance/check-credit-report-free-weekly-coronavirus-2020-4

GIVEAWAY SIGNUP ABOUT TO CLOSE!

3/19/2020

There's still time to sign up for the Release Day Blitz for QUEEN OF BARRAKESCH (March 27th). You could win a $25 gift card! Click the link below and fill out the form. Images will be emailed to you no later than March 20th. Bloggers and readers are welcome to participate!

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I’m giving away THREE gift cards – one on Twitter, one on Facebook, and one on Instagram. So you have 3 chances to win!

When you're finished signing up, listen to the audio samples below. Yes, the Brooks Family series is finally coming to audio! The first books have been completed: A Passionate Love and Passion Rekindled. Much thanks to Producer Tove Audiobooks and Narrator Sean Crisden. Enjoy a little taste of each while we wait for ACX to approve the files.

Heart's Desire is now available everywhere!

12/9/2019

Heart's Desire, part of the Unparalleled Love series collaboration I did with Sharon C. Cooper and Stephanie Nicole Norris, was initially released only on Amazon. Now you can get the book at all the other retailers! Links are below. Enjoy!

Coworkers Nathan Crenshaw and Janice Livingston once had a passionate relationship that went up in flames and created a strained environment at their place of employment. Since then, Janice has tried to move on. Unfortunately, they have to work together, and unfortunately, she’s still very attracted to Nathan.
Nathan can’t forget his connection with Janice—a connection he hasn’t experienced with any other woman. After an earth-shattering kiss rekindles their flame, will these two finally get it right— or will an outside force get in the way?

Read the other books in the series!
Soul's Desire by Sharon C. Cooper
Everlasting Desire by Stephanie Nicole Norris (only on Amazon)

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What readers are saying:

I picked this one up last night and couldn't put it down! Janice and Nathan's re-kindled romance has it going on. Their fiery chemistry is a real page-turner. As usual, this experienced author does not disappoint. If you're looking for a switched-on, sexy short read, diving deep on occasion? This one comes highly recommended. Loved it!

Janice realizes she made a mistake letting Nathan go. However, she doesn't know how to let her past hurts go. Nathan secretly still loves Janice, but has moved on. Both of them must find away to move forward. I loved reading about them finding their way back to each other.

I loved the main character Janice. She was untraditional in many ways yet relatable. Nathan was down right sexy with a huge heart and perfect for Janice. I enjoyed the journey of their love story.

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