Safe Space 2 Sneak Peek

Hello All,

How’s everyone? First, thank you to all who have supported and sent me messages, left reviews, and just generally enjoyed Safe Space. Xavier and Chanel’s story has been a labor of love. Safe Space 2 is currently in its revision/editing stages, and I am hoping for an early Agust release. I will definitely keep you all updated when I have a release date. As for now, here is a sample of what’s to come in Safe Space 2. Enjoy!

****Unedited. Subject to Change**** 

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“You think you know her that well?” I heard the challenge in his voice.

“I do,” I answered with confidence.

“What makes you think that?”

I rubbed the back of my neck, growing irritated at this line of questioning. I knew Chanel. Maybe not everything, obviously. But we’d spent too much time getting under one another’s skin for me not to know her. But I didn’t feel like sharing that with Jason. I wanted to keep the intimacy I felt with Chanel just between us.

“The real question is why don’t you know her that well?”

Jay’s expression morphed into a shocked look. “The hell is that supposed to mean?” He stood up from the bench at the same time I did.

“It means exactly what I said. She’s your sister. Why the fuck didn’t you know what the hell was going on in her life? Why the hell did you find out about the shit that went down with her fiance at the same time I did? Five years after the fact?” Those were questions I’d been wondering for weeks now. Another reason I’d kept my distance from Jay, aside from my traveling. He was her older brother, supposed to protect her, no matter what. And he failed. So, I was pissed at him too.

“Man, I tried to look out for her. You should know that better than anyone else. What the hell did you think I was doing those times I asked you to stop in and check in on her while you were in D.C?”

My head shot back in surprise. I thought back to the times Jay would ask me to pop in on Chanel while I was out in D.C. handling business. She was still in law school at the time and living with Ethan.

“I never liked that dude. Something about him always seemed off to me. Well, not even him but the way Chanel seemed to close up in herself when he was around.” Jay shook his head as if remembering the signs of what was going on in their relationship right in front of him and being completely oblivious to it at the time. “You never picked up on anything when you saw her out there?”

I closed my eyes, thinking about one of the times I visited Chanel’s D.C. apartment.

Six years earlier…

“Xavier, what’re you doing here?” Chanel asked through the intercom of her apartment building.

“I was in town and remembered you didn’t live far from one of the spots I’m opening. Let me up. I bought some pumpkin scones from the deli down the block.”

“Oh! I love that place. Hang on.”

A second later I heard the buzzer sound signaling I’d been granted access to the building. I opted to take the stairs to her third-floor apartment instead of the elevator.

“Hey,” she answered the door with a warm smile on her face.

I let my eyes glide down the length of her body. Her hair was pulled back in a poofy ponytail at the back of her head. She wore a simple gray sleeveless tank top and black stretch pants. I grinned at the pink polish on her toe nails. I briefly wondered why I even noted the color of her toe nails but pushed that thought aside.  

“Hey. Can I come in?” I asked when I realized I was still on the outside of her door as we stared at one another.

“Oh,” she blinked. “Sure, come in. Is it cold out?”

“Nah, not too bad.” I pulled off the leather jacket I’d been wearing and placed it on the back of one of the wooden chairs in the kitchen.  “What’re you up to?”

“I’m just studying. Finals start next week.”

“Then only one more semester of law school left. You ready for working as a lawyer?”

She gave a half-hearted shrug. “I’m scared as hell, to be honest. You want something to drink?” She asked over her shoulder as she pulled out two plates from an overhead cupboard.

I had to tear my eyes away from her round ass in those leggings. “Here, let me help.” I stepped behind her, placing my hand on the small of her back and easily reaching up grabbing two saucers.

“Thank you.” Her voice was breathless. “I don’t know why Ethan insists on putting the dishes on the second shelf where I can barely reach them.”

The mention of her live-in boyfriend reminded me that she was taken. For some reason, my stomach twisted at the reminder that she shared this place with another man. I stepped back, placing my hands on the counter, instead of on her. “You didn’t need a plate for me. I just wanted to drop these off.” That was a partial lie. Jason had asked me to check on Chanel and make sure she was straight. I did that from time to time when I was in D.C.

“No, please stay for a little while.”

When she turned those big brown eyes on me, pleading my knees felt a little weak.

“Ethan’s working late, as usual, and I’ve just been studying. It’s so quiet here.” She stared at me, waiting for my response. I dropped my coat, which I had grabbed from around the chair. That move instantly brought a smile to her face.

“A’ight. I’ve got some time before I have to be anywhere. But I’m not eating one of those pumpkin scones.” I pointed at the box with a look of disgust on my face.

“Oh, c’mon they’re not that bad,” she teased, pushing the opened box in my face so I could smell them.

I turned my head. “Nah.”

“If you don’t like pumpkin scones why did you buy them?”

“I told you, they’re for you. I remembered you liked the pumpkin scones sold at my coffee shop back home.”

Her grinned. “You remembered that?”

I nodded shocking us both. She’d devoured those things from the little coffee shop I owned just off the campus of the University of Houston, where we’d both attended, though at different times.

“They were so delicious. Do you still sell them?” she asked, placing a scone on one of the saucers and pouring a glass of the almond milk she’d pulled from the ‘fridge.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I sold that place a couple of years ago.”

Her forehead creased in concern “Why?”

“I wasn’t interested in the cafe business.”

“On to bigger and better?”

I nodded.

“Um, well we have some brownies I bought earlier this week. You do like brownies right?”

“Of course.”

“Almond milk? It’s vanilla flavored.”

“Sure.”

“I was used to regular milk, but my best friend Gabby is vegan, and she’s got me hooked on almond milk now,” she stated, as she took a seat across from me at the wooden circular dining table. We enjoyed our snacks for a few minutes in silence. I had to force myself to keep it together when Chanel closed her eyes and moaned a little bit after the first bite of her scone.

“I’ve been trying to be good and stay away from that deli for weeks now.”

“Why?” I took a sip of my milk.

“Because between that place and the stress of finals I could gain ten pounds, easy. Ethan’s already been making comments about my gaining weight.” She frowned and my fist tightened at the thought of her thinking she could be anything less than desirable.

“He’s a fucking fool.” My bluntness caught her off guard, and she gasped. I hadn’t said anything I didn’t mean, so I simply stared at her as I took another bite of my brownie. “Why aren’t you out on the town on a Friday night? I know you said you’ve got finals, but that’s not until next week.”

Sheee made an unreadable face. “Ethan’s at work.”

“And? Why can’t you go out with friends?”

“Most of my friends are also busy studying. But my best friend is packing to move across the country in a few days.”

“That sucks. Why aren’t you helping her?”

A pout formed on her lips. “We’re not speaking right now.”

“Why not?”

Her eyes shot up to my face before she peered at something over my shoulder. A far off look appeared on her face.

I lowered the glass of milk I’d been ready to take a sip of, alarm bells went off in my gut.

“No reason. Just girl stuff,” she waved a hand as if it was no big deal.

Something told me differently, though. Before I could question Chanel about it, noise at the door drew both of our attentions. A few seconds later the door opened, and a man strode through. He stopped short when his eyes landed on me. His face turned into a scowl.

“E-Ethan,” Chanel started, jumping from her seat and scurrying over to her boyfriend. “You’re home. I thought you’d be in a little later.” I could’ve been imaginging things but her voice sounded strange. Almost guilty.

I frowned, not liking the tone her voice now held. His scowl moved from me to Chanel.

“Yeah, I finished the brief I was working on earlier than expected. I thought I’d come home and surprise my favorite girl by taking her out to dinner. But I see you’ve already eaten.” He eyed the plates on the table, then turned his gaze on me again.

I picked up my glass taking the last sip of milk before slowly standing. I didn’t like the vibe I was getting from this dude.

“Ethan, this is Xavier. Jason’s best friend. He’s in D.C. on business and stopped by to drop off some scones. We were just catching up.” She stopped talking shortly, biting her lower lip and now standing in between me and Ethan.

“Yeah, that’s right. You’ve told me about him.” His face seemed to soften just a little when he looked at me.

“What’s up?” I greeted, sticking my hand out.

“Not much, man,” he shook my hand. We stood about the same height. At six foot one, I may have been an inch or two taller than him. “Thanks for keeping my girl company while I was at work.” He pulled Chanel into his side.

“Thanks for the scones, Xavier.” Chanel gave me a half-smile.

“Anytime,” I responded, and I swear Ethan’s face tightened at that. Before I could give him another look, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out seeing the name of the woman I’d intended to take out later that evening. That reminded me that I needed to get going if I was going to make my date with Genene. I hit ignore but shot her a quick text letting her know I’d call her back in a few minutes.

“I gotta head out. Chanel, it was good catching up. Ethan.” I gave him a head nod as I stepped around him and moved towards the door.

“Thanks again,” Chanel added as she escorted me to the door.

There was a look in her eyes I wanted to ask about, but my phone buzzed again. This time it was my assistant, telling me some information about a building I’d been looking to purchase.

“You take care. Enjoy those scones.”

“I will.” She closed the door rather abruptly, but I didn’t think too much of it as I strolled down the hall, reading over the email I’d just received.

Xavier Grant Has Arrived!

Good morning!

As you can see from the title Safe Space is available today! Woot Woot! You can pick up your copy here.

And while reading, go ahead and get into this playlist. Xavier and Chanel’s story is better absorbed while listening to music. Happy reading!

(And if you enjoyed the book, please head over to Amazon to leave a review. Thank you in advance).

Why Safe Space?

Have you ever felt the type of safety in a relationship that made you want to open up and expose all of yourself to one person? If you have, then you know what the term “safe space” is all about. My goal in this story was to write a relationship about that safe space. The heroine in this story has been through some negative experiences in her past which makes her reluctant to the idea of love or relationship, despite the incredible chemistry she feels with Xavier. And Mr. Grant being the quintessential alpha male is not going to let that stop him. These two share an undeniable spark that even past hurts can’t get in the way of. However, as with every couple, they will go through their ups and downs, and hopefully make it out on the other side. I’m so ready to share this story with you all, and hope you enjoy the development of Chanel and Xavier’s love as much as I enjoyed writing it. (Available for preorder here)

Now, I’m off to go write more of their second installment, so you won’t being waiting too long for the conclusion of their story 🙂

But first, another sneak peek:

 

See, What Had Happened Was…

Okay, I know I do this A LOT, but I am truly sorry for neglecting this blog for soooo long. Please blame my head and hectic life and not my heart. If you follow me on FaceBook or even Twitter, you’ll know by now that My Storm has dropped. If you haven’t gotten your copy, you can find it on Amazon here. The release was rather short notice for me, and I simply forgot to post it here on the blog, considering I posted it everywhere else. My apologies.

One of the main reasons I neglected to keep up on my blog is that at the time I was editing My Storm, I was also in the middle of writing my first African-American Romance (among other things). This one is being self-published and is now available for preorder on Amazon. The release date will be June 1st. This one will actually be a two-parts as these characters just had a lot to say. With that said, let me introduce you to Chanel and Xavier in Safe Space.

In the coming weeks, I’ll be sharing more sneak peeks on this couple 😉

Coming Soon!!

My Storm Synopsis

****Warning: This is a BDSM romance. ****

Writing has always been Tasha Edwards’ means of escape. When the world around her was falling apart, and the adults she was supposed to depend on turned on her, it was her vivid imagination and storytelling that got her through the rough times. As an adult, it is this very passion for writing that has made her a New York Times’ bestselling author. She couldn’t ask for much more, with a thriving career and now being reunited with the older sister who always looked out for her. Tasha’s on the cusp of writing the fourth book in her highly popular series. But what happens when the words stop coming? After months of writers’ block, Tasha looks to somewhat unconventional means to distract her from her inability to write; a distraction by the name of Jeremy Bennett, the very sexy cousin of her new brother-in-law.

Jeremy noticed Tasha the first time he laid eyes on her. He also told himself she was off limits. That look of sadness that always hid deep in those golden-colored orbs warned him that she had an ugly past. It takes one to know one. After one dance with Tasha at his cousin’s wedding, Jeremy promises himself he’ll keep away from the beautiful woman with skin the color of dark chocolate, killer curves, but a dark past. Now, if he can only keep her out of his dreams at night. He manages for a while, but when Tasha initiates the first move, can he turn her away? Is Tasha ready for everything that comes with being Jeremy Bennett; floggers, ball gags and nipple clamps included?

Cover (and Title) Reveal

Hello Everyone,

Two weeks ago I told you Tasha and Jeremy’s story was definitely in the works and coming soon. As of today it is still in editing, after some much needed revisions, but the process is moving along. I do have the book cover and title so I wanted to share that with you.

I present to you the cover for My Storm

 

Been Gone for a Minute Now I’m Back Again

Hello Everyone,

Okay, I know it’s been a looooong time since I’ve been around. I apologize for that. I have been writing in that time, but Tasha and Jeremy’s story had me going through it. It took a couple of rounds of editing, putting the story down and starting another story and then coming back to them to FINALLY get to a place where I felt comfortable submitting my book for editing with my publisher. I apologize for the wait, just know that Jeremy and Tasha’s story is close to being complete and being worked on by the editor. In the meantime I’ve begun writing my next story so *crossing fingers* it will not be nearly as long a wait in between books. Okay, with all of that said how about another sample and some pictures from Jeremy and Tasha?

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Tasha
Returning to the present moment, I hear the front door open and close. Butterflies immediately start fluttering in my belly. That happens whenever I’m anywhere near this man. I hear him making his way to the kitchen. I take out a spoon from the drawer wanting him to taste a sample of tonight’s dinner before he goes up to take a shower and get out of his work clothes. However, as soon as I look up from the stove into those dark green pools of his, I know he is not thinking about dinner, at least, not the dinner on the stove. He leans his long, solid body against the edge of the kitchen entrance, staring at me. I know that look.
“Hi.” My voice already breathless.
“Hello,” he returns looking me up and down, pausing to take in the outline of my ass in the long skirt I’m wearing. I know he’s assessing whether or not I have panties on, which would be breaking one of his rules–no panties while in my home. Realizing I indeed am naked under the skirt, he raises his gaze to look me in the eye at the same time he raises his hands to the collar of his shirt. Deftly, he removes his dark blue silk tie. That move alone has my insides buzzing in anticipation but I try to keep it under control.
“How was your day?” I decide to play coy, pretending not to realize what type of mood he’s in. Something has him needing to release some extra energy. And that knowledge alone has my pussy pulsing in anticipation.
“Hands behind your back,” he gets straight to the point.
I tease him as I turn the stove off and cover the pots. “No answer to my question?”
He stalks towards me with narrowed eyes and growls lowly in his throat. “Love,” he scolds.
“I just want to know how your day was?”
“Mine is about to get a lot better. Yours may get a lot worse if I have to repeat myself.”
Biting my lower lip to keep from grinning, I slowly move my hands to my lower back. Quickly, I feel Jeremy’s strong hands take ahold of mind, twining the silk tie around my wrists securely, but not tight enough to cut of circulation or cause pain. He begins gathering my skirt at my waist, groaning when makes contact with the skin of my backside.
“No panties.” I hear the satisfaction in his voice.

Jeremy & Tasha

 

Forever is HERE!!

Get into Landon and Melody’s continuing romance and find out if they will make it to Forever. Click here

Forever Cover

Forever Cover

Forever Cover

Forever

Hello All,

How’d you like that fan fiction tease? I hope you enjoyed it. Anyway, Tasha and Jeremy’s story is still in the works, but I have another book coming before theirs. If you read the 7 Degrees of Alpha book (link here), featuring myself and six other Jessica Watkins Authors, you should be familiar with Melody and Landon’s story. It may have seemed that their story was complete, but they’ve got more to say. Their book is entitled “Forever” and is a novella. Below is the cover:

Forever Cover

I just LOVE this cover so much! Forever will be out sometime before the end of August. In the meantime, be on the look out for some snippets, either here or on my FaceBook fan page!

 

 

Flash Fiction!

Hello All!

A few IR authors and myself have decided to do a Flash Fiction. This is when we are given a picture of someone or something and have to come up with a very short story (500 words or less) about it. While I can’t guarantee I will participate in this every month, I was inspired to do so for this month’s image. The picture below reminded me of a character whose story I’m in the beginning stages of writing, so why not make the image about a scene that’s been floating around in my head right? Right. The characters for this month’s Flash Fiction are Jeremy and Tasha. Also, if you want more Flash Fiction, please check out the other authors who are participating. Their blogs are listed below. Enjoy!

*Tasha and Jeremy*

 I Have Something to Ask You

Jeremy

“Okay, Tasha, just breathe,” I repeat over and over as I climb out of my Corolla in front of Jeremy’s house. His home is beautiful with its stone siding and perfectly manicured lawn. Noting the garage door is open, I decide to walk up the driveway instead of the path leading to the front door. I’m about three-quarters of the way to the garage door entrance, when I look up and halt in my tracks. Standing there in all of his six-foot two, tanned skin, dark-haired glory is the man I came to see. Shirtless. Holy shit is that a nipple piercing? My mouth becomes dry as the Sahara. I let my eyes rummage over his masculine chest and abs covered in an array of tattoos. My feet move on their own, needing to get closer. I’ve barely noticed that he’s stopped what he’s doing to silently watch me.

            “What are you doing here?” his gruff voice draws my attention.

            I look up at those piercing green eyes.

            “Uh, I’ve come to see you,” I manage to squeak out.

            He raises a dark eyebrow, as he pulls a rag from the back of his jeans pocket, wiping his hands. That movement draws my attention to his strong hands. I remember what those hands felt like on my skin the other night at the club. I notice the leather wrist cuffs he is still wearing, the same ones he had on that night. I lick my lips, unconsciously, wondering all the things those hands could do to me.

“Well, you’ve seen me,” he says, almost dismissively, as he tosses the rag to the other side of the garage and steps closer to me. “Is that all you wanted?”

“N-no,” I answer, clearing my throat. “I-I wanted to ask you something.”

His gaze rummages over my entire body, taking in my distressed jeans, off the shoulder t-shirt, and strappy sandals. “So, ask,” his voice is low, seductive.

I inhale deeply before pushing a breath out. Here goes. “I want you to teach me. What I saw at the club the other night. I want to know more and I want you to be the one to teach me.” There I’ve said it.

“You want me to be your Dom?” he questions, tilting his head to stare at me.

I nod.

“Why?”

“Because I-I think you can show me…” I trail off.

“Show you what?”

“What it’s like to experience pleasure in my own body.” Damn, those words were harder to say than I thought.

At that admission Jeremy raises his eyebrows in realization. “You’ve never had an orgasm?” he asks.

Hearing the words out loud makes me feel foolish, immature and I lower my gaze to the ground, shaking my head.

He turns and walks back over to straddle the motorcycle he was working on, folding his arms and lowering his chin to rest on his forearms, staring at me intently.

“No,” he says with finality.

My heart sinks.                

More Flash Fiction Authors:

Adrienne D’nelle Ruvalcaba – https://indigoplume.wordpress.com/

Dariel Raye – http://www.pendarielraye.blogspot.com/

Ines Johnson –https://ineswrites.com/

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