Tennessee Whiskey Giveaway!

Alright now! You made it to the last book in the Tennessee Whiskey series—Don’t Waste My Heart x Malay Reneé—woohoo!

Below are three batches of questions. Each question is from one book in the series. To participate, list the book title and author for the phrase below.

Example -

Batch 1

Phrase - I intended to make it my business to provide you with pleasure.

Answer - Sweet by B. Love

The first reader to correctly guess the title/author in a batch will win a prize, so there will be three winners total! Winners will be announced in the comments section, so make sure you check your email for comment notifications.

Batch 1

  1. Darnell takes Zoe on a date to a rage room 

  2. The date Daxton took Bliss on after they reconnected. They played whirly ball in bumper cars, laser tag, and a bunch of "jumbo" games.

  3. When you loved someone, you felt it deep in your soul. I wasn’t saying that I didn’t love Tavi; I just didn’t feel that deep connection with her like I thought I would. I was even hoping as time moved on that we would somehow be each other’s peace, but it never happened. — Noah

Batch 2

  1. Zeus: Twelve years as a professional athlete 

  2. Youth Pastor meets Social Media Influencer and a love like no other is formed.

  3. Varia gifted Theo two items for his birthday. A bottle of wine and a bacon cooker. 

Batch 3

  1. One date that stood out to me was when Torian took Wendi to his house and did scrapbooking, and he included pictures of him as a little boy. And pictures of his son that died. 

  2. A healed soul finds a broken soul and reintroduces him to happiness and whiskey. Sharing moments and memories over a glass of whiskey

  3. Both McCray and Cypher stood at the foot of the bed and undressed. My eyes roamed over their broad shoulders, well defined abs, and slim waists until I zoomed in on their erections that aimed at me. Thick veins crawled around each of their packages, dark brown bulbous tips were the crowns, while big balls swollen with desire were the centerpieces for tonight’s events.

Strawberry Kisses — Mel Dau

On July 16th, Mel returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.

Welcome to a Tennesse Love Tasting: BLP Style!

Vision “Mac” McAllister

I leaned forward with my forearms on the table. “So, what is this, you want child support or some shit? You know I’m still going to need a DNA test. I don’t give a fuck about you saying she stole my face. After a while, all of us light skin niggas look alike.”

She giggled at my words, but I was serious as fuck right now. How the hell do you just pop in on someone’s life after three years like, oh by the way I’m your baby’s mother? I had too much shit to do right now than to play with this girl. I’ve never been a really playful type of person so I’m not sure why she’s trying the shit today.

“I expect you to get a DNA test. That’s the only way you can ease your doubt about her being yours. Oh, and no, I don’t want child support. Actually, I’m here to give you child support,” she coolly said.

A frown creased my forehead. “Wait, what? What does that fucking mean?” She had me confused a fuck right now.

Her phone dinged and she unlocked it. She looked at something then started texting. Yeah, I didn’t have time for all this shit. I needed her to stay focused. I tapped my fingertip on the table to bring her attention back to me.

She put her phone down with a huff. “Mac, my husband lost his job some months back and it’s been hard. Well, he did get a new job, but we have to move to California. He is refusing to take Cassia, that’s her name. He said he is not taking care of a baby that’s not his and I have to respect his wishes.”

There is no way she’s serious right now talking about how she has to respect her husband’s wishes. See, I just feel like she is the type of person that the lord finds it hard to love because there was no way he was happy with the ways of her right now. What kind of woman? “You respecting your husband wishes means what exactly? I need you to say what the fuck you’re going to say, Carrie.”

“What I’m saying is, my family is moving to California, and we are unable to take her. Since you are her father, I thought I would give you first refusal before I put her in the system. I love my daughter, but I can’t ruin my marriage with three children for an illegitimate child,” she said with conviction.

I was not a man that was surprised by too many things, but this had me stomped. Did she really just say she was giving me first damn refusal like her daughter was a cookie or some shit. She showed absolutely no remorse as if she was negotiating a business deal. “This is a joke, right?”

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A Love as Cold as Stone — Wynta Tyme

On July 11th, Wynta returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.

Welcome to a Tennesse Love Tasting: BLP Style!

“I hear you, but that still doesn’t explain the three-sink bowls and three person’s shower stalls.”

Cypher exhaled and turned my head to face him. Unexpectedly, he leaned down and captured my lips. His tongue gracefully entered through my parted lips, and our tongues moved in sync. Heat swept through my body as my nipples hardened and honeypot pulsed for some action. Our kiss was short and sweet because my body was pulled in another direction. McCray’s strong hands fisted my curls as he licked up the base of my neck until our lips met. Our kiss was passionate and downright animalistic. McCray incited me to roll over his very well-endowed erection while I hungrily kissed him with body pleading for a release. I wanted to get closer to him in every way possible, but the feel of my body being pulled in another direction caused that dream to die. 

I returned to Cypher’s lap and our heated kiss picked up like it never ended. His kisses were lighter than McCray’s but just as potent. With his arm around my waist, I rocked over his erection and damn! Baby was packing heavy artillery just like McCray. It was at that moment where my befuddled brain cleared, and I realized that I was making out with not one but two men. They were roommates and friends or brothers or whatever. What in the hell was going on?

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Their Sweetest Love — Mya

On July 9th, Mya returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.

Welcome to a Tennesse Love Tasting: BLP Style!

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony,” Pastor Holloway spoke with a powerful tone.

Staring into the eyes of the man I was ready to spend forever with had my eyes misty with unshed tears. I knew I would cry in this moment because I’d been crying all month leading up to the day I would be tying the knot with a man I’d happily run off into the sunset with.

Corey and I had been together for five years. Today, on our anniversary, I’d be transitioning from fiancée to wife. He was my first love, my first kiss, my first time. He was the only man I’d ever known in this capacity, and I was ready to experience life as his wife. In addition to wife, I hoped one day I’d be able to mother his children.

His deep, honey brown eyes peered into mine. His pearly white teeth were exposed behind lips the color of punch. His smooth, beige skin was blemish free and his hair was immaculately styled into a fade so crisp it was like it was sculpted by God himself. The tan suit with red accents complimented his skin perfectly. He was flawless. He was mine.

Our hands were grasped together as we stood before our family and friends ready to make our union real in the house of the Lord. His thumb lightly brushed the back of my hand, soothing me in the subtle way he knew how. Corey would always find a way to ease my mind.

“As we gather today to celebrate the love of these two beautiful souls, we acknowledge the journey the two of them took to share this moment today,” Pastor Holloway announced. “Before we join these two in holy matrimony, I want to open the floor to anyone who might have an objection to this union. Speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

Silence washed over the crowd as my eyes never left the love of my life. Everyone in both of our lives were so excited to know Corey was ready to tie the knot.

Nothing in my life had ever felt so right, so perfect, so real.

“Now—”

“I object!”

The front doors of the church swung open and a woman with a belly as big as a Texas sized watermelon waddled down the hall, tugging along a child no older than two years old. The smile which was once permanently painted on my face fell like Humpty Dumpty on that wall. My eyes remained on the miniature version of Corey who was timidly following his mother who was quickly stalking toward us. My hands dropped down to my side as reality set in that today, I would not be getting married.

“I object,” she repeated in a breathless shout.

Chatter broke out amongst the attendees as I felt my heart stop. The organ within my chest was on the verge of shattering like one of Grandma’s special China dolls. I knew if my heart was sitting on the banister, a hardheaded grandchild would carelessly knock it down and watch it break into a million tiny glass shards. This pregnant woman was the bad ass child in question.

“Corey, who is she?” I asked as my eyes turned back to my so-called soon-to-be husband.

“She’s um she’s um…” Corey rubbed the back of his as he stuttered.

“Who. Is. She?” I asked through gritted teeth. My lips were a tight, thin line as I looked at him with pure disgust.

“I’m the mother of his kids.” The unknown woman released the hand of the toddler who eagerly ran to Corey and lifted his hands up.

“Daddy, up.” He opened and closed his hands impatiently waiting for my fiancé to pick him up.

Daddy, up…

Daddy…

The tears came.

My vision blurred.

My throat burned.

My body ached.

My heart… dear God, my heart…

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Wasted Off You — K.L. Hall

On July 7th, K.L. Hall returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.

Welcome to a Tennesse Love Tasting: BLP Style!

Danielle “Danny” St. Cloud:

Karon and I had tried to link up on three different occasions but, for one reason or another, hadn’t been able to connect until the following Thursday, which happened to be the same day Kairo was flying into town. I glanced at my watch, anxiously awaiting Karon’s arrival at our favorite spot to grab drinks on Thirsty Thursdays. Minutes later, my eyes landed on Karon, walking in wearing his signature outfit; a crisp white tee, joggers, a New York Yankee fitted hat over his long dreads, and one of the many pairs of designer sneakers he owned on his feet. A feeling of calm washed over me the minute he smiled at me. I hugged him like we hadn’t seen each other in years.

“Hey, stranger,” he greeted me.

“Hey, yourself. How was your show? Tell me everything. I listened to it on my flight back before I fell asleep. You were right; the crowd was lit as hell!”

He bobbed his head. “It was dope, but, uh, before we get into that, I think there’s something I need to tell you,” he confessed.

“Well, there’s something I need to tell you too.”

“You go first,” he insisted.

“No. You.”

A quick exhale shot through his nostrils before he scraped his hand over his face. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m trippin’, but I think I need a mental health break or some shit.”

“Damn, I’m gone for two weeks, and your whole world falls apart? What’s wrong?”

“Let’s go somewhere,” he suggested. “I’m tired of this city.”

“Um, I was legit just gone for two weeks.”

He shrugged his broad shoulders. “So? Let’s go somewhere, shit, anywhere. My passport is up to date. Name a place.”

I sighed. “About that…”

“What? You got something better to do than go on a mental health vacay with your boy?”

“Actually…” Before I could finish my sentence, I saw Kairo enter the bar and walk over. “Oh shit,” I muttered.

Karon’s smile instantly faded when he saw Kairo take his place beside me, looking and smelling delicious. He hugged me tight before the three of us awkwardly stood at the cocktail table with only enough room for two. “Kairo? What are you doing here?” Karon interrogated his older brother.

I spoke up. “That’s, uh, what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What?”

“Remember when I told you I ran into your brother in Spain?”

Karon’s eyes shifted back and forth between his brother and me. “Yeah. And?” I pulled my left hand from behind my back to show him my ring. “What the fuck is this?”

“We’re engaged,” Kairo answered him.

He momentarily looked like someone had punched him in the gut before he belted out a loud, dramatic laugh. “Are you two serious right now?”

Kairo bobbed his head. “Yeah.”

“Danny?”

“He asked… and I said… yeah,” I replied with a quick shrug.

He eyed me like his bullshit meter was ticking in the red zone. We traded silent looks before he immediately voiced his surprise. “Get the fuck outta here. Forreal?” he quizzed, stone-faced.

“How many times do we have to say it? It’s real, bruh. We’re getting married in a month.”

Karon’s eyebrows shot toward his crisp hairline. “A month?”

“Yeah. In four weeks, Danielle will be Mrs. Harris.”

Silence hung over the three of us like a dark cloud. The longer we sat muted, the more anxious I got.

“Listen,” I blurted out, unable to take the silence any longer. “I know we just threw a lot at you, but I would love it if you’d… y’know, walk me down the aisle and give me away.”

He nodded, but it took him a minute to find his voice. “Danny, I—”

I held up my hand to stop him. “You don’t have to give me an answer right now.”

“That should be an easy yes, right, Karon?” Kairo interjected. His brother’s words seemed to evade him, prompting him to speak up again. “Well?”

He blinked as his eyes adjusted. “Well, what?”

“Your best friend just asked if you’d walk her down the aisle, and you haven’t given her an answer.”

“Are you happy for me, Karon?” I asked, unable to shake the uneasiness in my stomach.

Karon nodded slowly before a half smile crawled up one side of his face, and he brushed his hand over his left earlobe. “Happy? You’re my best friend, Danny. Why wouldn’t I be happy?” he asked coolly with his notorious nonchalant swag.

I stared him down while nodding. His lips said one thing, but his body language screamed the opposite. One thing was for sure; he was far from cool with things.

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The Lie Between Us — By Riley Baxter

On June 18th, Riley Baxter returned with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.

Happy Release Day, Riley!

For a second, I’m mesmerized by the mystery woman because she is thick in all the right places. Her ass is sitting perfectly, her thick thighs are on display, and her pretty toes are done in white. Shit, my ass is nearly drooling. Her sister locs are swaying at her neck, making me want to get a closer inspection to see if they’re soft or not. Damn, she’s a baddie. 

♪

I recall when we first met a long time ago.

♪

While everyone else focuses on the bride and groom as they begin dancing to the old-school Gerald Levert song, something, or someone else, pulls my attention to them. Unconsciously, I follow the woman with mocha skin, perfectly arched eyebrows, a sleeve on her left arm, and another on her right forearm. My intrigue has me needing to get closer to get an up close and personal view of what they are. Watching the sway of her hips as she holds her phone in the air, intently watching the couple, I move with panther-like movements toward her. The minute I stand beside her, my nose takes in the heavenly smell of her perfume. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.” Nigga, that’s the best you can come up with.

Turning to the side, now facing me, her brows raise in question before something flickers in her eyes, and they become angry slits.

“You got a lot of mothafucking nerve talking to me after what you did.”

“What?” I say as she stalks off, looking like Sophia in The Color Purple when she and Harpo are going to talk to Mister.

“You know her?” Monty walks up asking as the two of us stare in the wake of the angry woman whose name I’m not privileged to know.

“Not that I recall.”

“You fuck and duck or something? She looks too upset for you to not know firsthand who she is.”

“Man, look at shorty. If I fucked her, the last thing I would do is duck her.” The bounce of her ass and the thickness of her thighs have me shifting my weight to tamper the reaction from my dick.

“I’m not sure what you did to T, but please fix it before you have my wife on your ass,” Justin walks up saying before his lips tighten into a grimace.

“T?” I ask, frowning and running my hands through my beard, waiting for him to provide additional information.

“Tashawna. The baddie in the burgundy dress. She and Meleia are best friends and have been since senior year at ShayNae.” A lightbulb of recognition goes off in my head from the name Justin provides.

“Fuck my life. Man, you remember the rumor I spread at your school about a girl who slept with the band members?”

“Vaguely.”

“She’s the girl… Damn. No wonder she hates my ass.” I rubbed my hand over my head, knowing how deep this shit with her went. 

—

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Heat Haven Heaux-tell: Three Novellas — By Denise Essex

On June 21st, Denise Essex returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.

“Baby, somebody’s at the door!” Tammy yelled into the bathroom.

“It’s probably my neighbor. Tell him I’ll get up with him later. I’m busy with you.” Jamal popped his head out of the shower and winked at her.

“You’re good with me answering your door in your shirt?”

“You and those legs in my shirt are the biggest flex. Please do!”

Tammy rolled her eyes and stomped to the door. By Sunday, she was completely comfortable at Jamal’s place. Unlike her suite at Heat Haven, she liked the homey feel. She could also see how relaxed Jamal was when they were there, which was a bonus. But whoever this neighbor was interrupted her nap. She needed all the energy she could to keep up with Jamal’s stamina.

She swung open the door and was met with two sets of delighted eyes who simultaneously stared at her from head to toe. Jamal’s oversized shirt with the words ‘The Agency’ printed on it suddenly felt like a mini skirt. The third pair of eyes were full of disgust. It was apparent Jamal’s mother and Tammy were about the same age. Awww, Shit!

“Where is my son?” the beautiful stranger asked as she pushed past Tammy.

Tammy’s face flushed, and she avoided the eyes of the younger boy who was clearly Jamal’s brother.

“How did Jamal convince you to take a chance on him?” he asked.

Their father pushed him into the house and extended his hand toward Tammy. “You’ll have to excuse my son. I’m Isiah. That’s Jason and my wife, Stacy, who stormed past you. She tends to forget that Jamal is a grown man, and we need to call before we pop up.”

“Tammy.”

Isiah sidestepped her and added, “Nice to meet you. I’ll try to talk some sense into my wife. She means well.”

Tammy was mortified. She could only imagine what she’d do if she found her daughter in a similar compromising situation. I think I’m gonna be sick.

Tammy wasn’t sure where Stacy was, but she prayed she could grab the one pair of sweatpants she packed. Everything else would be inappropriate for their unexpected guests. Tammy saw Stacy posted outside of the bathroom door with her arms folded. She was on ten, and Tammy didn’t blame her.

She stood awkwardly at the end of the hall. No matter how she played things, Tammy would need to get by Stacy. She could attempt to enter the bathroom with a half-naked Jamal, which would probably get her eyes gouged out, or she could try and slip by her to his bedroom, which would probably start a war.

“I can only imagine how pissed you are right now. I would never have answered the door the way I did if I knew you and your family were on the other side,” Tammy said. She was cautious to speak gently, but she needed to say something.

Stacy adjusted her body and met Tammy’s eyes with the rage of a triggered mother bear. “You look older than me. How old are you?”

Tammy regretted the time she wasted on age with Jamal, but admittedly, their family and friends were one of the many reasons she had. “I’m forty-seven.”

Stacy sneered. “Me too.”

Tammy could see where Jamal and his brother got their good looks. His mother was stunning. Like Tammy, she could easily pass for late thirties. Her golden colored eyes burned with justified anger. “What could you possibly want with my son?”

Tammy heard the shower turn off, and she wanted to scream a warning about his visitors. “Jamal,” she started.

“Yeah, nasty ass. I just washed off; give me a second to catch my breath.” He swung the door open with his towel low on his hips and a devious smirk on his face. Thank God! With the way he sounded, Tammy couldn’t be sure if he’d emerge fully naked. His mother probably didn’t know, but the tone of his voice said he was ready to go again.

“Mama?” Jamal asked as his eyes bounced between Stacy and Tammy.

“Who is this woman? And why is she here?” Stacy’s voice sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

“Don’t cry, Mama. This is my lady.”

Tammy’s stomach dropped.

“You sure about that? Is she married?” Stacy asked as if Tammy couldn’t hear the conversation.

“I’m not—” Tammy tried.

“I’m talking to my son!” Stacy did her best to maintain her composure, but she was on the verge of a meltdown if someone didn’t intervene. And Tammy was positive that person shouldn’t be her.

“Baby,” Isiah said from the entryway to the hallway.

“What?” Stacy’s eyes were locked on Tammy, who didn’t know where to look.

“At least let them get dressed. Come here.”

Stacy balled her fists but followed her husband into Jamal’s front room.

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The Lie Between Us — By Riley Baxter

On June 18th, Riley Baxter returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.

For a second, I’m mesmerized by the mystery woman because she is thick in all the right places. Her ass is sitting perfectly, her thick thighs are on display, and her pretty toes are done in white. Shit, my ass is nearly drooling. Her sister locs are swaying at her neck, making me want to get a closer inspection to see if they’re soft or not. Damn, she’s a baddie.

♪

I recall when we first met a long time ago.

♪

While everyone else focuses on the bride and groom as they begin dancing to the old-school Gerald Levert song, something, or someone else, pulls my attention to them. Unconsciously, I follow the woman with mocha skin, perfectly arched eyebrows, a sleeve on her left arm, and another on her right forearm. My intrigue has me needing to get closer to get an up close and personal view of what they are. Watching the sway of her hips as she holds her phone in the air, intently watching the couple, I move with panther-like movements toward her. The minute I stand beside her, my nose takes in the heavenly smell of her perfume. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.” Nigga, that’s the best you can come up with.

Turning to the side, now facing me, her brows raise in question before something flickers in her eyes, and they become angry slits.

“You got a lot of mothafucking nerve talking to me after what you did.”

“What?” I say as she stalks off, looking like Sophia in The Color Purple when she and Harpo are going to talk to Mister.

“You know her?” Monty walks up asking as the two of us stare in the wake of the angry woman whose name I’m not privileged to know.

“Not that I recall.”

“You fuck and duck or something? She looks too upset for you to not know firsthand who she is.”

“Man, look at shorty. If I fucked her, the last thing I would do is duck her.” The bounce of her ass and the thickness of her thighs have me shifting my weight to tamper the reaction from my dick.

“I’m not sure what you did to T, but please fix it before you have my wife on your ass,” Justin walks up saying before his lips tighten into a grimace.

“T?” I ask, frowning and running my hands through my beard, waiting for him to provide additional information.

“Tashawna. The baddie in the burgundy dress. She and Meleia are best friends and have been since senior year at ShayNae.” A lightbulb of recognition goes off in my head from the name Justin provides.

“Fuck my life. Man, you remember the rumor I spread at your school about a girl who slept with the band members?”

“Vaguely.”

“She’s the girl… Damn. No wonder she hates my ass.” I rubbed my hand over my head, knowing how deep this shit with her went. 

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Because You Don't Know My Name — By K.L. Hall

On June 12th, K.L. Hall returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.

We walked over to the tabletop with the green bucket on top of it and looked up at the leaky ceiling. “Hopefully, it’ll stop raining soon. I’ll see if I can get someone to come out and look at it tomorrow,” Don announced with a sigh. He placed himself on the booth's edge, still paying undivided attention to the leak above us. “What’s that saying? When it rains, it pours.”

I stepped closer to him. “Not to bring it up again, but I’m sorry to hear about your sister.”

To my surprise, Don placed his hands around my waist and rubbed the arc of my hip bones with his thumbs. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just being you,” he replied, eyes lingering on mine.

I looked away, careful not to let him see how nervous I was, as my arms remained at my sides. “Don’t look at me like that.”

He blew a laugh from his nose with a smirk. “Like what?”

“You know, like what.”

“Why not?”

“Because it makes me feel things.”

A smile tugged at his lips before he inquired, “Where?”

I paused, first gazing at the bucket, then letting my gaze drift over to his face. “All over.”

Don pulled me closer, and I straddled his open lap, allowing his growing erection to cushion against my inner thigh. “You make me feel things too, y’know?” he asked, bringing his lips within the same breathing area as mine.

“Like what?” I inquired; voice hushed against his lips.

The fire of passion burned in the pit of my stomach as I circled Don’s neck with my arms. His eyes bore into my soul, a look of desire dancing between us as he held me close. I slowly rotated my hips, beckoning him like a siren’s song while grinding my wet panties against his arousal.

“See what you did?”

My eyes retraced their path to his bulge. “Maybe I meant to do it.”

Our lips fused and held, speaking of everything we’d left unsaid. The aching tension between us continued to build, threatening to erupt at any given moment. The caress of his tongue against my lips made me dizzy with desire. I reached down, circling his thickness with my hand, and his breath quickened.

Don pulled his lips away from mine. “I know we agreed to take things slow, but if given the opportunity, I would fuck the shit out of you, respectfully.”

The gentle yet demanding persuasion of his lips against my skin had all my inhibitions going up in smoke. “Fuck taking things slow. I wanna feel you inside me.”

When he received the green light, he stood and laid me on the tabletop. Don bunched my dress up to my thighs before tossing my legs in the air and sliding my panties completely off.

“They are so wet,” he commented.

I smirked, curling up one side of my lips. “See what you did?”

Don licked his lips, and a charge of excitement surged through me as he buried his face between my sweet heat. My back arched to the heavens as his tongue teased the tiny, throbbing bud between my thighs.

“Ooooh, my Gooood,” I purred beneath his touch.

He slid one of his long, brown fingers inside me while I relentlessly moved my hips against his lips. Moments later, my limbs went boneless as I reeled in wicked delight from an all-consuming climax.

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Pool of Lies — By Amber Ghe

On June 25th, Amber Ghe returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.

“You win,” I said grudgingly, extending my hand for a handshake. This time Nine accepted it with a satisfied smile and thanked me for the game. Our eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

“Strip pool,” she said suddenly, breaking the intense silence. I couldn’t help but smirk as my expression altered from shock to disbelief.

“You can’t be serious,” I scoffed, shaking my head in doubt, not even attempting to hide the disbelief in my voice.

“I’m dead serious,” she replied with a mischievous glint in her eye that hinted at her intentions. “If you can beat me at this game, you can choose the stakes for our next match.”

I hesitated for a moment before finally agreeing to the challenge. I knew exactly what she was up to; she wanted me to risk everything and lose it all on one bet. Reluctantly I racked up the balls on the pool table and prepared myself for an intense game of expertise.

Nine smirked as she lined up her shot on the pool table. “Looks like your luck is running out, Bank Shot Jones,” she taunted me playfully.

I scoffed, “Don’t get too ahead of yourself. It’s only a matter of time before I turn this game around and strip you down to your bra and panties.”

Nine snickered, “In your dreams, rich boy. I’ve been hustling pool games since before you were born.”

I licked my lips, “Is that a fact? Well, let’s see if you can back up that big mouth of yours.”

We continued to play. Tension rises with every missed shot and successful sink. I could feel the heat between us as we locked eyes over the table; each of us determined to win.

“You’re not as good as you think,” I quipped, trying to throw her off. “Maybe you should stick to playing with the amateurs,” I said in a low aggressive tone.

Nine just smiled, “I’ll have you know I’ve beaten some of the best players in the world. You’re not impressing anyone.”

My eyes narrowed, “Is that a challenge?”

Nine shrugged, “Maybe. But you’ll have to beat me before you can talk trash.”

As the game continued, the stakes grew higher, and the clothing started to come off. I tried to concentrate on my shots, but my mind drifted to the feel of Nine staring at me with amusement written all over her face. Nine leaned into the table as I slowly peeled off my shirt. I sighed.

“This isn’t fair,” I grumbled as I slipped out of my pants. “You’ve clearly done this before.”

Nine grinned as she straddled the pool table, “Don’t hate the hustler, baby,” she said, showing off a playful wink.

As we took turns shooting and sinking the balls into the pockets, I was increasingly frustrated as my shots kept missing their mark or falling short of their intended target.

With one flawless shot, she sank three consecutive balls without missing, including two into opposite corner pockets! My eyes widened in surprise as I realized what had just happened. She’d outplayed me again. This time, however, there were no excuses; she had beaten me fair and square.

As Nine racked up the final ball on the table, I couldn’t believe what had happened. I had lost to her in strip pool, and now I even had to take off my socks. But as I peeled them off, I was entirely absorbed in something else.

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