SAMPLE SUNDAY TIMES TWO

Hey, Beauty!

Can you believe it’s September already! Summer is preparing to make its exit and fall is ready to take it’s place!

I have a theory we’ll be in good book, pumpkin spice, or apple cider heaven!

Do you want to test this theory?

If so keep scrolling.

BLP is coming for the rest of your summer, your fall…you know what just the rest of your year! We’ll be loading your kindles with the best books the ones that make you swoon, make you clutch your pearls, and even dab your eyes.

It is our mission to make you fall in love with love again and we hope you’re ready!

The Queen of BLP, Author B. Love, is kicking off September just right by bringing you that good good love, tomorrow with her release, My Love Wasn’t Meant For You.

We have one last look into this story below!

Mekhi Kage is every woman’s dream man. He’s suave, alpha, handsome, and wealthy. Mekhi craves control, and he likes everything to go his way. As the founder of For The People multimedia company, Mekhi is determined to put out quality content for his African American culture. So when BaddieBookBabe, an infamously tough book reviewer, gives a one star review to Mekhi’s most popular and highest paid author, he is determined to get her to remove the review… or join his team.

Because it’s best to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right?

Jacintha Freeman, or the BaddieBookBabe as the literary industry knows her, is tough on books and even tougher on the authors that write them. She’s determined to make sure that Black people are portrayed in the brightest light and highest high in the books that are supposed to represent them. When she is recommended a book by Stone, a male author who stands for the complete opposite of what she believes in, Jacintha refuses to promote him as a noteworthy author – no matter how much Mekhi tries to get her to.

Because it’s best to stand firm on your values than fall for a handsome face, right?

When Mekhi offers Jacintha a job as his Top Critic, she is skeptical to accept, but does so with the intent of making the industry she loves better. As time progresses, enemies become lovers who turn to enemies and lovers all over again. Promises are made, secrets are kept, and reputations are destroyed. It comes as no surprise to anyone when their professional relationship turns personal, but will their love be able to stand when it wasn’t meant for each other to begin with?

Jacintha 

“You’re laughing, but I’m dead serious, Nessa. I didn’t realize how much I needed a long, thick dick in my life until I snapped earlier today for no reason at all. I need the release.”

Vanessa, Jacintha’s oldest sister laughed even harder as she leaned back in her seat. Every Friday evening, Jacintha had a wine down session with her sisters, Vanessa, and younger sister, Lola, and their conversation were always raw and unfiltered. Tonight was no different. In fact, tonight’s conversation was even crazier than usual because of what happened when Jacintha went to the store. 

Every week, she had the same pastrami thinly sliced from her neighborhood deli. Today, there was a new man handling the deli, and Jacintha had a thing about her routine being changed. She loved being in control and knowing how things would play out. Routine was good, because it was safe. And the second she saw the unfamiliar face behind the counter she groaned and had a mini panic attack.

The poor man couldn’t slice the pastrami the way she liked it for anything in the world, and Jacintha’s snappy attitude only made his nerves worse. It wasn’t until she’d gotten home that she realized she wasn’t mad about the meat; she was mad because she hadn’t had sex in twenty-nine weeks. The lack of that release of oxytocin with a man’s body being connected to hers had been driving her crazy. Sure, she knew how to pleasure herself… 

But it was something about the strength and touch of a man. 

“But why do you have to be so specific though?” Lola asked, sitting her glass of wine down as she chuckled and shook her head. Out of the three sisters, Jacintha was truly the mix and middle of both of their extremes. 

Vanessa was loud, outspoken, and always the life of the party. Lola was quiet, reserved, and preferred being to herself. Jacintha settled somewhere in between, enjoying both the company of others and time to herself. Able to be the center of attention effortlessly and also blend into the back of the crowd just as easily. The three sisters were all beautifully complex creatures that were great catches in their own rights… a unique blend of good and bad… vices and virtues… but weren’t we all?

“What do you mean?” Jacintha feigned innocence as she smiled and picked her wine glass back up. Their wine down session was at Lola’s place this Friday. Her richly mahogany leather recliner sofa gave them the convenience and comfort of cup holders and plugs for their chargers between each of their chairs while the four chairs on the ends had the ability to lean back and prop whoever was seated up. After spending the bulk of her day in heels, Jacintha took full advantage of the recliner.

“A long, thick dick,” Vanessa answered, knowing Lola wouldn’t dare say dick out loud. The closest she could ever get was weewee, and even that was whispered. 

With a shrug, Jacintha took a sip of her Port. “Because that’s what I want. Hell. Gotta be specific when you speak these kinds of things into the universe.”

Lola laughed and refilled her glass of wine while Vanessa shook her head and helped herself to another small helping of grapes, ham, and cheese. 

“Girl, bye. Men try to holler at you every day, and you turn them all down. There is absolutely no point in you speaking anything into the universe that you’re not prepared for or genuinely interested in having. You don’t want a man, you want consistent sex, and you have plenty of vibrators and bullets for that.”

Her sister had read her well, but Jacintha wouldn’t admit that as she rolled her eyes and checked the time on her phone. It wasn’t that she didn’t want a man; she just didn’t want the average man. And Vanessa knew that. That didn’t stop her from teasing Jacintha about it, though. The middle child out of the Freeman sisters had a detailed list for her perfect man. She’d read so many romance novels and watched so many books that for years her expectations had been extremely high.

Well, not high, but not as easily attainable as she’d like.

A billionaire alpha who was a solid six-foot-four with a twelve-inch dick wasn’t the type of man you ran across in Memphis, TN every day. Now, at thirty-two, Jacintha had scaled back quite a bit on her requirements, but the qualifications needed for a man to pursue her still showed that she valued, loved, and respected herself.

“Just because I don’t fuck every man that I meet like you do doesn’t mean I don’t want one, Nessa,” Jacintha countered, putting her glass to her lips to hide her smile.

“Oh please. That does not offend me. If I meet a man once a year and keep him around for that length of time, I’m perfectly okay with that. My dick downs are consistent, and they keep me from snapping at the people at my deli for cutting my meat too thick.”

“And too thin,” Lola added pointing her pointer finger towards the ceiling.

“Shut up!” Jacintha yelled, eyes shifting from one to the other before she burst into a fit of giggles.

After B The Beast we have the ladies of BLP with their short story anthology, To Say I Love You, releasing September 3rd! Now this anthology has something for everyone, you’ll find that book bae or several that make you smile a little too hard at your Kindle, make you laugh and even blush.

The ladies of B. Love Publications have come together for a short story anthology that revolves around those three words that almost every human being wants to hear – I Love You. Some stories will make you laugh, some will make you cry, and others will make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Whatever your preference, the ladies of BLP have created a uniquely blended collection of stories that will speak to your heart and mind, entertaining you at the same time.

Say Love
by ASH LEY

“I missed your ass. Don’t be disappearing on me like that, alright?” 

Britton smiled at Lawson, nodding her head up and down. Even with so much tension in the air, he was able to make her heart flutter with ease. 

“I missed you too,” she admitted. 

She hated having to do so but it was the truth. Lawson freed her from his embrace as she allowed him access to her home. Britton left him standing there as she headed towards the living room so they could take a seat, but he was quickly pulling her back towards him. These had been the longest days of his life and he felt as if he had too much time to make up for. In his arms, she led the way. Her body was melting into his the tighter he held on.

It was the most complete he’d felt in days and he didn’t want the feeling to pass. Even when it came time for them to sit down, he was here to pull her into his lap. Britton was sure to face him as she straddled his waist. Her intention was for him to see the seriousness about the conversation needing to be had but one look in his eyes and she was complete mush. 

Britton knew how hard the last few days without him had been on her. As she looked at him, taking in the bloodshot eyes and the unkept hair, she knew it had been hell for him as well.  

“Have you been sleeping?” she asked. 

“Not well.”

Her head tilted to the side from his admission. All it did was confirm what she knew. That he liked her. At most, cared. But how much? It seemed so small given everything, but she just needed to be absolutely sure.

“What happened?” 

Lawson was there for it, yet felt as if he didn’t have all of the facts. It seemed like he missed something and was desperate to know what it was. Desperate to fix it and make things right. Britton’s eyes watered from the question as she did her best to shrug it off. She wanted nothing more than to ask him the burning question in her mind but was afraid of his answer. 

She could remember before Lawson, not being sad or even hurt. Merely content. Life was good for her and she had not a single reason to complain. When Lawson came around, he gave her what she was missing. He gave her the laughter her soul needed as well as the reassurance of how amazing she truly was. He made her heart full and flutter with glee and in an instant, it changed. 

“Talk to me, Britton. We’re better than this.”

Unable to utter a word, she allowed her tears to fall. Be it with his thumbs or ultimately his lips as he kissed them away, Lawson was quick in drying the moisture. He was confused. Seeing her hurt was in turn hurting him as well. He was crazy about Britton and hated that she was doubting it behind words. His lips found hers and he kissed her. It wasn’t him trying to pacify her with some affection. He was instead hoping the passion he felt would travel through so she could feel it herself. 

“You know how much I fuck with you. And I’m clearly no good without you. Nobody’s made me feel like you do and I don’t know what’s got you doubting that shit. I put you above everything, make sure you’re good in every aspect and keep a smile on your face. Nothing has to change.” 

“I’m not asking for that.”

“Then what?”

“Do you love me?”

Lawson’s heart plummeted from the question. He stared into her eyes, taking in all the hope they held that he wouldn’t disappoint her. Not again. Not when she was in his lap crying, all but begging for him to say it.

“Yes.”

Breathing didn’t come easier. Britton smiled, blinking back tears. This answer hurt her worse than the first. He was breaking her heart and didn’t seem to understand it. He didn’t seem to understand her as well as she thought. 

“This isn’t having my back, being there or anything. And I knew how you were when we met but I didn’t think you’d ever hurt me, Lawson.”

“Britton, how…”

“If you can’t say it, even to me, then you don’t really feel it. Because we tell each other everything. Without fear of rejection, humiliation or anything else. That’s how close we are. So yeah, I question how you feel. Because you tell me I’m perfect, worth it and everything else. No hesitation. Now that I ask you something that matters, you won’t make a peep. I put myself out there and no it wasn’t intentional, but you were nowhere around to tell me I wasn’t by myself. I’m not asking you to change a thing or even yourself. There’s nothing wrong with what I told you and I’m not going to act like there is.”

Britton was out of his lap and on her feet. When she walked away he didn’t bother stopping her. There was finality in her tone and her words. The conversation was over, and nothing had been solved. They were struggling to find middle ground to just compromise. Britton was afraid her feelings were unmatched while Lawson was afraid that sharing his would change everything. 

The very foundation of their relationship had everything to do with actions. By taking it up a notch, he feared she would’ve wanted marriage and children. Not that he thought she wouldn’t make a good wife. Or even an amazing mother. She’d be good at both. She was patient and kind. She was nurturing and had given life a new meaning for him. She gave it purpose and direction. 

He saw a future with Britton, but until that moment he didn’t know what that entailed. Now, it was clear. If he couldn’t sleep without her near what made him think he could spend the rest of his life without her. Another night without her? It was torture. He felt like he was missing the best part of him and in a way he was. There was still so much for him to do and he wanted to experience it all with her. He wanted to share it with her as well as his heart. He loved Britton. No doubt about it. Instead of saying such, he assumed and feared for the worst. Lawson had never had someone in his life care the way she did. To love him, unconditionally. Yet, he was being foolish and stubborn, refusing to let her know that it was not only appreciated but reciprocated. 

I love her, he muttered. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, nor did he care. As he should’ve done before, Lawson stood to his feet, intending to join Britton. Intending to give her what she wanted, being sure that he was heard as well. Entering her bedroom, he didn’t immediately see her. She was buried beneath the comforter, forming a ball. He’d snatched it off as her hands quickly went to cover her nude body. She slept naked. It was one reason they hardly got any rest when they spent the night together. But this time was going to be different. Lawson was going to be sure of it...

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What’s not to love about this September kick off? All of your favorites in one book…it doesn’t get much sweeter than that! We’ll be back with more samples and sneak peeks very soon so be on the look out! In the mean time gear up for tomorrows release, My Love Wasn’t Meant For You by B. Love.

Until Next Time Beauty!

With Love,

The Authors of BLP