Sample Sunday + Cover Reveals galore!

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We have quite a few goodies lined up for you! Not only do we have samples for the rest of our September releases but we also have cover reveals for a couple of our October releases! Buckle up for this exciting literary ride!

September 25th - Foundations: Dallas and Delanie - Nai. L.

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I walked up to my door and checked the peephole. “Who is it?” I questioned since I couldn’t see who was

at my door.

“It’s Jasmine and Milanah,” Her tiny voice called out.

“Hey Dal, let me call you back, it’s Milanah.” She hesitated, “alright.” Hanging up the phone I opened the

door for them.

“What’s up Jasmine, I wasn’t supposed to get Milanah til tomorrow.” I was confused about her being

here. We had a solid arrangement, I pick up Mil on Thursday and take her home Sunday unless I am out

of town. I enjoyed what we had, being with Mil was amazing, she was a miniature me in so many

different ways.

Jasmine finally spoke breaking me from my thoughts. “I can’t do this anymore; this isn’t what I signed up

for.” She lifted up a sleeping Mil so I could take her into my arms as well as hand me a bag. “I know you

said you would help with whatever I needed but I don’t need this, and I don’t want this.” She started to

walk off and I lightly grabbed her wrist.

“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore. You wanted this, you wanted a child with or without me.”

I was highly confused. She let out a frustrated breath before she spoke. “I know what I said, but I don’t

want that anymore. I have signed over all my rights to you. I sold all of our furniture and I am moving to

Chicago. You can take care of her. I’m good on this. Her paperwork is in her backpack and some clothes.

Good luck.” She went to pull away and I wanted to grip her arm tighter, but I didn’t want to risk waking

up Mil.

“Fuck you mean I can take care of her? What the fuck Jasmine?” I tried to remain calm, but this shit was

dumb as hell. “Lane I am not doing this anymore, let me go. I don’t want Mil. I don’t want to be a mom. I

don’t want any of this.”

She started to cry, and I let arm go, and just like that she walked away from my house and never looked

back.

What was I going to do with a three-year-old? How could she not want this little munchkin? What the

hell.

September 26th - Queendom - Aubreé Pynn

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For every crown that slipped and almost fell

For every crown that did

For every tear you let cloud your vision

For every tear that fell

For every night you spent alone trying to love yourself

For every night you didn't love yourself

For every imposter who tried to wreck your temple

For every imposter who did

This is for you, queen

This is your dedication

This is your rebirth

Pick up your crown

Wipe those tears

Love yourself wholeheartedly

Kick the thieves out the temple

Put your crown on

Walk into your Queendom

September 27th - Caught Up in the Rapture of Love - Britt Joni

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Olivia

“As you are well aware, I am due to inherit McMillion Enterprises and my grandfather’s

estate once I reach the age of thirty.”

“Yes, I’m aware. We have been waiting on this day since our freshman year of college.

This isn’t news, Wells,” I replied sarcastically and rolled my eyes. No, he didn’t ask me to drop

everything to come running to him, but I did. It was just something I did without second

guessing my actions. I honestly thought something was seriously wrong with him. As I felt my

irritation brewing, I started collecting my things to leave.

“Livi, let me finish. I can feel the frustration radiating off you; take a deep breath and

calm down for me, sweetheart.”

“Make it quick, Wells. I have things to do,” I said dismissively. I was growing

increasingly agitated as time progressed. Wellington, of all people, knew that I wasn’t with being

toyed with. He could either get what he needed to say out or subject himself to a dose of my

silent treatment. Petty, I know, but it was the only way for me to protect my heart from

developing romantic feelings. I felt that I was always putting my heart on the line, hoping for

something to pop off. But I guess if God really wanted him to see the desires of my introverted

heart, he would’ve made him a mind reader.

“I told you this could wait, but since you’re here, let’s get right to it,” he said as he sat in

the chair next to me and grabbed my hand, which I quickly snatched back. If he was dying, he

was not about to give me any bad news in this formal setting. He could’ve waited until we were

in the comfort of one of our homes to tell me this.

“Wells, are you dying? Because if so—” I quickly rushed out, and he chuckled.

“No, Livi, I am not dying. But I am going to ask you to do something that could possibly

change your life.”

“Depends on what you’re asking me to do. I am not a ride or die. I will not hold drugs for

you, I will not commit perjury, and I will certainly not kill anyone. Jail isn’t made for a person

like me. I’m too cute to end up being someone’s bottom bitch. So again, what are you asking me

to do?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips. That small gesture brought lustful eyes to my

hips. The feel of his eyes on me had me nervously shifting because throughout our friendship, I’d

never seen this look before. Well, not toward me anyway.

“Well, would you be willing to marry me?” I know I couldn’t have heard him correctly.

Maybe he was asking me to carry him as a dependent because he truly was sick. God, I know he

didn’t say what I think he said. I immediately started to hyperventilate.

“Excuse me, what did you say?” I asked cautiously, hoping he would say that I heard him

wrong.

September 28th - Body to Body - India T. Norfleet

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“Why do you keep staring at me with that up to no good look in your eyes, Nebraska?” Willow grinned

as she chewed her food before she turned away from his heated stare. Her blackened salmon, red beans

and rice, collard greens and cornbread muffin were exceptional. So much so to the point that had she

not glanced up to reach for her glass of Moscato, she never would've caught him gazing.

“Shit, cause I'm ‘bout to be.” He sat his fork down on the edge of his plate of grilled salmon and steak

alfredo, wiped his mouth with his napkin and cleared his throat. Suddenly, his beautiful smile lit up his

face and the entire room as he gently tugged at the hairs on his beard. Willow had his undivided

attention and continued. “I got the most intoxicating fucking urge to lay you on this table, spread yo

sexy ass thighs and dive tongue first in yo p*y. I wanna twirl my tongue through every single inch of you

until yo toes curl, you grab my head, and cum all over my lips.”

If there was ever a time Willow was unable to form words, it had nothing on this moment. Willow didn't

know whether she should try to figure out how to restore her speech or go wipe away some of the

wetness that was currently seeping from her p*y and drowning her c*t. Flashes of the way he sexed her

body down raced through her mind. Her whole body shook from the sensational remnants of their

fuckfest and now all she could think about was the second his lips pressed against her soft brown skin

before expanding throughout her body.

Most days, Willow could boast about her reserved, cool demeanor but now she was anything but.

Nebraska had taken her to a place few men ever bothered. He'd effortlessly aroused and seduced her

sensual side with only words. She was a gumbo of erotic nerves, just waiting to burst all over Nebraska's

d*k. After meeting his eyes, she followed with a hard swallow, then reached for her water and gulped

down half the glass before her body slowly began to settle.

“Nebraska, are you always so bold and blunt with your words,” she asked, desperate for an answer to

explain his addictive personality she couldn’t get enough of.

“No, but I gotta admit since meeting you and definitely since sliding in your p*y, a lot of things have

changed about me.”

“Such as,” Willow asked, her slippery p*y lips quivered, her c*t pounded between her thighs in eager

anticipation.

September 30th - The Devil Wears You - Shajuana McDuffy

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If I were to define brokenness, Google would tell me that it is being forcibly separated into two

or more pieces. I can honestly say that I have been gracefully broken by God. To be gracefully

broken is to be broken by God, so that He can elevate you to a higher level in Him to be able to

receive your greater blessing. God has to reprogram you. He has to strip you of everything you

thought you knew and everything you knew you were. You will have to unlearn some things in

order for Him to teach you His way. God has to rebuild you. God says, “You have learned the

basics which has gotten you to where you are now, and led you back to Me. I have to retrain your

mind to be familiar with my voice again, but your spirit has to submit to the process. Submit

yourselves to my authority and watch what I do for you. For I AM GOD! I’ve heard you singing

I’m yours Lord, everything I got, everything I am, and everything I’m not. I’m yours Lord, try

me and see if I can be completely yours. But you won’t trust Me with all of you. I have to

remake you, redesign you and rebrand you for My purpose. Just trust the process.” Being

gracefully broken can only happen when you are in relationship with God. This will cause you to

have to really know Him for yourself, in your own way. If you don’t know Him and He doesn’t

know you, what’s the purpose of going forth? Once you are renewed in God, more of His favor

will be added to you. Being broken by God illuminates a rare beauty that states that it was tried

in the fire but came out being able to withstand anything. You have been looked over, stepped

on, crushed, thrown down, kicked and hit. You were mishandled, undervalued and depreciated.

That changed your form, but it created the gem you are today. No one knows what it took to get

to the present. Nobody knows the struggle. No one knew of the pain and the marks and scars that

it left, which are now tattoos on your frame. No one knew what it cost you. Now, your price is

far above rubies. You are no longer on top of the sales counter. You are now behind the counter

in the glass case. When God molds you into what He wants you to be, you are one of a kind that

cannot be duplicated. If you have enough stamina to be able to go through the process again, you

may end up in the vault. I know a lot of you are saying, “Lord, I am tired of the way that I am.

Change me God. I cannot do this by myself.” Some of you cannot stand to look at the person you

have become. You’ve tried your way, but it isn’t working out for you the way that you thought it

would work. Let God come in and do it for you. Allow Him to remodel and modernize you in the

person you were destined to become. You are of premium status because Jesus risked it all for

you. So, allow God to break you to rebuild you. If you think you are something now, wait until

He adds the finishing touches to you. Talk about a wow factor. Honey, you ain’t seen nothing

yet.

October 1st - The Preying Pastor - B. Love

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Ra

No longer needing the GPS with her pinned location, I called Dallas back. When I told her I was behind the black car, she let out a relieved chuckle that did something to me. Touched something inside of me that hadn’t worked in a while.

“I need you to speed up ten miles when you see me go into the left lane. When you do, I’m going to jump in front of their car. As soon as I block them, take the exit and do not stop until you get home. I don’t give a damn if the police are behind you. Keep going.”

“But… what if they hit you?”

I smiled. Here I am trying to save her, and she’s worried about me.

“Do as I say, Dallas.”

“Okay,” she mumbled.

After disconnecting the call, I pulled into the left lane. Dallas did as I said, speeding up and giving me enough space to jump between the two cars. As soon as I did, I hit my breaks, causing them to have to hit theirs and swerve into the left lane to avoid hitting me. Putting my car in park, I grabbed my Glock from under my seat and my bulletproof vest from the backseat. 

I decided to let them come to me since my car was bulletproof. That also gave me time to make sure the vest was on securely. As I suspected, three young hoodlums hopped out the car, hands at their waist, but before they could even pull their guns, I was stepping out of my car with mine. Their faces weren’t familiar to me, but they recognized mine off top. Even with it being three of them and one of me, their hands lifted in surrender. 

Not one reached for their gun.

“Ra…”

“Who sent you?” I stepped closer, not bothering to lower my gun.

They all looked at each other but no one spoke up.

“You motherfuckers don’t hear me?”

“Plague,” the lightest of the crew spoke up. “We weren’t going to do anything to her. He just wanted us to scare her.”

With a smile, I lowered my gun as I walked up on him. “You tell Plague who I am. That he needs to be scared of me. She’s mine now.”

He nodded, taking steps back until he reached the car. The other two trailed behind. I ignored the honking and cursing of speeding drivers, waiting until they left to get in my car and drive off. 

Lord knows I wanted this to be a one time thing.

Taking on another job was the last thing I needed right now.

But it was something about Dallas.

Something that made me want to do whatever it took to make sure she would be safe.

And now… coming in October!

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A Sensual Feast - October 3rd - India T. Norfleet

Hunger on a hundred. No other celestial sensual force has ever felt more erotic than lovers kissing and conversing between and in the middle of sweet throws of passion. Lovers connecting effortlessly as the bounds of love and lust demand that they feast on each other until they’re stuffed with enough nutrients to keep them strong and healthy and loving on one another passionately so.

Prepare yourself for this moment, the verse between the pages will stir. Time will become more precious than rare gems as the touch of your lover excites you in ways only your fantasies could conjure. Love will explode within your chest as you give into the relentlessly wonderful feeling of titillating body drenching intimacy and bountiful acts of love that will induce a most sensual feast…no matter the time or place.

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The Pact: To Have and to Hold - October 4th - C. Monet

At thirty-years-old, Cynthia imagined she’d be married and even possibly on her way to being a mother if she wasn’t already. Slowly but surely, she’s been on a mission to knock things off her list. She has the career, the home, and the cars, but the one thing she is lacking is a love of her own. 

Her fifteen-year-old pact with her best friend, Timothy, should solidify her last mission, however, on a dinner-date gone wrong, she finds out that Timothy has already planned to get married to someone else - his fiancée - Melanie. 

Heartbroken and ready to give up on love, Cynthia’s mother steps in and introduces her to a kind, ambitious man named Shawn. Shawn has love and marriage on the brain and is ready to take Cynthia to new heights if she’ll let him. Timothy has a hard time letting Cynthia go once he finds out how hurt she is, and if he doesn’t step in quickly, he’ll lose Cynthia for good. 

Melanie is pushing him to make plans for their wedding, and Timothy does his best to make her happy while still trying to accommodate Cynthia’s feelings, but she’s no longer pressed over what Timothy wants. For once, she’s putting her wants and needs first, and Timothy’s lack of acceptance for how he feels for Cynthia might force her down the aisle before him if he doesn’t run towards his feelings for the woman he’s truly in love with. 

With marriage, conflicted feelings, love, confusion, and despair in the air for this should-be couple the chances are slim. Will the pact become a reality for Cynthia and Timothy, or will she be left with no choice but to say I do to someone else?

That’s all folks! We cannot wait to get these books in your hands! As always, thanks for the continued support!