FINAL SNEAK PEEK- TO SAY, I LOVE YOU

Hey, Reader!

Happy Labor Day! Hopefully this day has been nothing but good to you, and will continue to be so. As your evening wind downs we’d like to share a sneak peek with you. The time has officially come! The anthology of all anthologies will be yours tomorrow! We’re celebrating love, black love, and the Ladies of BLP made sure there was a little something for everyone with this one. We can’t wait for it to hit your Kindles!

Take one last look into this beauty goes live tomorrow!

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.

Bed Peace

Jess Words

Pryde Rose

Present Day

I blinked my eyes open a few times trying to adjust my sight. Slowly I stretched my body, waking my limbs still tangled in blankets. Patting around the bed, eyes half-shut, an eerie feeling crept up my spine. When I’d started drifting off to sleep in Sai’s bed my phone and glasses were scattered somewhere near my thighs. Now they were nowhere to be found. Sliding up into a sitting position, my eyes shot open. 

I bounced my browns around the room in search of them. Often I’d fall asleep glasses on, phone in hand. Saige would lay them safely near me. With a quick glance to the windowsill, my glasses were on my face. Still no phone. Strange but I said nothing. The tv was on the PS4 home screen as usual, but inactive. There was a stillness in the room that wasn’t there when I’d laid down. The music that had been playing from the speaker was way softer than before, barely audible over the hum of the fan oscillating through the room.  

Saige sat at the edge of the bed elbows to knees, shoulders falling from the edge of his world. I wiped semi-dry drool from the side of my mouth and shook my head. Damn I was sleep sleep. Probably snoring the house down. 

He should have been sitting in the middle of the bed where he’d left his ass print. Should have been shouting through his headset at teammates that were good for nothing, and the online community of pre-pubescent boys hurling swear words out of context. Sai would have been jumping at the opportunity to play without my incessant need to be wrapped in his attention, but he wasn’t.

“Did you fuck him?” Saige’s shoulders caved, knees buckled from the pressure of having to speak the words out loud. I was still.

If he’s asking, that means he knows. Right? I could lie. Could fill his heart with sugar-coated truth, but I knew Saige. Knew he wouldn’t be asking if he didn’t know. His words were asking for the truth he felt so prepared to take. It was his heart. His heart was begging me to prove his eyes to be liars. I could hear it in the way his breath still hadn’t returned to normal. It was sharp, anxious. Everything except his words were practically begging me to fill him with any version of the truth that would rescue him from what he’d seen. 

I stayed silent. Uncertain of what to say. Here I was waking up from a nap in his bed, adorned in only black lace panties and a white v-neck crop top. On some level I had been waiting for him to wake me up with his lips wrapped around my pearl pulling me from a dream, to send me out of space.  He turned to face me, my phone in his outstretched hand.

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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

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-FORBIDDEN ACTS

Hey, reader!

Tomorrow Skylar Nightingale returns with Forbidden Acts, and we have one final sneak peek to share with you before it goes live!

Life seems perfect for twenty-six-year-old Zuri Adara. She lands her dream job as an Academic Advisor and an adjunct teacher at a community college, purchases a new home, and meets a beautiful guy who sets her heart aflame, Alex Nile. Unfortunately, he’s her twenty-year-old college student.

She feels an unexplainable connection when looking into his eyes, which tears her up inside. In attempts to repel the spark, she avoids eye contact with him. However, his presence alone causes her to question her resolve. One night while assisting with a school mixer event, Alex asks her to dance. She initially rejects the invitation, but the enrapturing moment compels her to drift onto the floor with him.

Suddenly, she stops and warns him that it can never happen again. Feeling disappointed in herself, she realizes she must come up with a solution to tame her yearning heart; otherwise, she risks giving in to her desires and losing it all.

SNEAK PEEK

As I sat on the edge of my bed listening to my best friend tell me about her day, a smile spread across my face. I missed talking to her, but our conversation was interrupted when the line beeped. I looked at my phone display. It was a number from the college. I told Ana I would call her later, then clicked over.

 “Hello Ms. Adara?” The woman’s voice sounded panicked.

 “Yes.”

 “This is Mrs. Reed. I’m the assistant dean at the college, and we’re in a dire situation.” I remembered her along with several others from the interview process. She was a short and stocky woman, with white hair and glasses.

 “Okay, how can I help you?” All sorts of thoughts were running through my mind. Were they laying people off already? What was going on?

 “Well, our professor that teaches PSYC 101 has quit his job and we need a sub rather quickly. Do you think you would be up for the task?”

 “What about my advising job?”

 “Well, teachers are still required to work as an advisor a couple of days out of the week, but I would cover the remaining part of the week, until we find someone who can teach. Once that happens you can go back to your advising job full time.”

 I hesitated with a long pause.

“You will be compensated for your inconvenience and we would increase your pay as well.”

“Uh-h,” What should I do?A pay increase would be great, but I loved my first day—except for the part where I had the heartbreaking experience with Alex.

“I know this is last minute. We already asked everyone we could think of, and because of your background in teaching and psychology you seem like an excellent choice.” She was right. Psychology was my major, but I also majored in teaching with a focus in psychology. I loved both, so it wouldn’t be a loss.

“Sure. Why not?”

“Oh, thank you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Glad I could help.”

“Yes. And just to let you know this is extremely rare for this college. We pride ourselves in staying on top of what’s going on on campus. This time, I guess we were unaware of the Professor’s intentions.”

I’m a part of a rarity. Great, I thought sarcastically.

“Well, since you’re accepting, I’ll fill you in a little on the position. Your Tuesday and Thursday classes end a half an hour earlier than on Monday, Wednesday and Friday because there’s less time between classes during those days. Other than that, it’s a pretty steady schedule, unless you offer extra help to students when your classes end, which is completely up to you.”

“That sounds great,” I said, noting that I would like to offer assistance at some point during the year before permanently returning to my advising position. 

“Okay, I’ll get back to the dean and we’ll work out your paperwork. Oh, and more about the position will be in your packet. Can you stop by my office before your classes begin so we can give you everything you need?” she asked, sounding as if she needed to take a breath by the end of her last sentence. 

“Of course.”

“Thanks so much. See you tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

After ending the call, I stood up and thought for a moment. I felt as if I were forgetting something. Then, I placed my hand on my head as realization struck, Alex transferred to PSYC 101. 

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK-INDIGO HAZE 3

Hey, reader!

Indigo Haze 3 release is right around the corner, and we have one more sneak peek to share with you!

Indie has revealed himself to Taj and getting back in her good graces is tougher than he thought it would be. With the business of the streets still going on and Joey's incarceration, Indie has to choose which issue needs more of his attention. Determined not to break under pressure, Indie tries to juggle all three.

Taj has been stewing in her anger since leaving Indigo and the rest of her family in Los Angeles. While she returns back to her day to day motion it's becoming painfully clear that she cannot continue on the current path. With Malcolm, fighting to keep her focus and Indie lingering in the background, Taj is torn between living the life she's been accustomed to or living the life her heart is leaping toward.

Can Indie and Taj get what they want, or will they be forced to choose everything else over them?

Find out in Indigo Haze: Thug Love is the Best Love Part 3.

Indigo

Mary was moving Taj closer to Indie with her dance moves. The more Taj danced the more her wall was dropped and her hair was falling down. Indie couldn’t help but smile at the way Taj’s eyes lit up when she found her groove. It didn’t take Mary long before accidentally bumping into Indie. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Indie,” Mary apologized breathlessly finally putting a pause to her dancing. “I didn’t see you there.”

Indie chuckled knowing that Mary meant to do it. “It’s all good Ms. Mary. I know short people don’t normally look up.”

“And giants normally don’t look down,” Mary shot back after taking a moment to breathe. “You look nice, though.”

“He cleans up nice,” Diane replied with a smile fixing the lapels on Indigo’s suit jacket before laying her eyes on Taj. “Taj you look beautiful.”

Taj’s eyes met with Indie’s and didn’t break away. Even though he was sure she wanted to pull them away. His heart fluttered like it was the first time he laid eyes on her.

“Diane, I’m too old to be out here shaking my ass with these kids,” Mary spoke up watching Indie and Taj become entranced with one another. “Let’s get a drink and let these two have a moment.”

Diane released Indie and he didn’t even notice that she’d stepped away from him. Everyone in the room had disappeared.

“Hi,” Taj finally spoke up. “I’m going to go…”

Indie knew that she didn’t want to go and he wasn’t in the mood to prolong this anymore. She started to walk away but Indie caught her hand and pulled her back. Taj didn’t fight him which surprised him. But he knew that at any moment she could pull away and leave the party so he was going to make this moment last as long as he could. Her body melted into his as they swayed back and forth to the music. No one initiated the movement, it just happened like their bodies were still in sync with each other. Her scent took over his nostrils making his grip tighten. He craned her neck down to press his lips against her ear and mutter, “I’m sorry.”

Taj pulled away from him slightly and looked at him with tears cradled in the brim of her eyes. He could sense the fear that she tried to hide behind her wall but he could see it and feel it.

 “I don’t want to do this here,” she muttered trying to hold herself together. “Not right now. I’m not going to ruin their day.”

“Then when?” Indie asked studying every line on her face.

“Later..."

SAMPLE SUNDAY TIMES TWO

Happy Sunday Beauty!

August is coming to a close and we have two more releases before September rolls in! First up we have Indigo Haze 3 by Aubreé Pynn releasing on August 28th and Skylar Nightingale closes out the month on August 30th with Forbidden Acts.

Indie has revealed himself to Taj and getting back in her good graces is tougher than he thought it would be. With the business of the streets still going on and Joey's incarceration, Indie has to choose which issue needs more of his attention. Determined not to break under pressure, Indie tries to juggle all three.

Taj has been stewing in her anger since leaving Indigo and the rest of her family in Los Angeles. While she returns back to her day to day motion it's becoming painfully clear that she cannot continue on the current path. With Malcolm, fighting to keep her focus and Indie lingering in the background, Taj is torn between living the life she's been accustomed to or living the life her heart is leaping toward.

Can Indie and Taj get what they want, or will they be forced to choose everything else over them?

Find out in Indigo Haze: Thug Love is the Best Love Part 3.

SAMPLE

Taj

Every so often she would look over her shoulder hoping that Indie was somewhere behind trying to get her attention but after the third glance into the crowd of people she let it go. Her mind was consumed. She was trying to find out why she was the last to know. Why would everyone hide this from her? She knew why Senior did what he did but not Ricky and aunt Mary. If anything, they should have said something. 

The pain she felt was making her chest hurt. The only thing she wanted to do was clear her head and then go home. The life she built with Malcolm wasn’t as cozy as she felt in Crenshaw but it was a lie that she was used to. A lie she lived with zero expectations and she knew what she was looking forward to day in and day out with him. 

Checking into a hotel, she got her room key and made her way up to her floor. When she entered the room, she closed the door behind her, locked it and slid down the door to the floor. As long as Indie was dead, living the way she was made sense. It felt like that was all she was going to get. That would be the closest thing she had. The closest thing she had to him. If anything, Malcolm was the furthest thing from Indie and he’d done nothing but solidified that.

She went from being hurt to being embarrassed, to being mad as hell to feeling numb. It was emotions on repeat. Soon as one played out another would come around and then bring a friend. Her mind flashed on how bad her depression was, how many nights of sleep she lost, and the PTSD of witnessing Bubba and Indie back to back caused. She was finally functioning and attempting to move on and here he was popping up wanting to explain himself.

When she needed him, he was nowhere to be found. When she needed to be held, he wasn’t there. When she needed saving, she had to learn how to be her own hero. She had to navigate without her nurturer, her protector, her haven, her love, her heart. She moved around an empty vessel of nothing, incapable of moving and just trying to make the next day better than the previous.

But it was done, the decision was taken from her and they made it. They controlled the narrative. No one had anything to say to her. No one had anything to explain. Especially Senior. She silently vowed that this would be the last time someone let her down. This couldn’t happen again.

Life seems perfect for twenty-six-year-old Zuri Adara. She lands her dream job as an Academic Advisor and an adjunct teacher at a community college, purchases a new home, and meets a beautiful guy who sets her heart aflame, Alex Nile. Unfortunately, he’s her twenty-year-old college student.

She feels an unexplainable connection when looking into his eyes, which tears her up inside. In attempts to repel the spark, she avoids eye contact with him. However, his presence alone causes her to question her resolve. One night while assisting with a school mixer event, Alex asks her to dance. She initially rejects the invitation, but the enrapturing moment compels her to drift onto the floor with him.

Suddenly, she stops and warns him that it can never happen again. Feeling disappointed in herself, she realizes she must come up with a solution to tame her yearning heart; otherwise, she risks giving in to her desires and losing it all.

SAMPLE 

The next day, everything was going according to plan. I relaxed and listened to soothing music throughout the day while thinking about Alex. I prepared my outfit and took a warm bubble bath. Sinking deeper into the sudsy water, I received a call from him. 

 “Alex?” I asked, looking around as if he could see me through the phone. 

 “Hey, I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”

“No, not at all.” 

“When can I see you again?” he asked. 

“Maybe tomorrow. Although, I can’t promise. I’ll let you know.”

“Alright. So, what’re you doing?”

Thinking about you. “Relaxing.”

“Tell me, how do you relax?” 

  His voice was so velvety I wanted to pull him through the phone. 

“You really wanna know?” Practically purring, I arched an eyebrow. 

“Of course.”

 “Well, right now, I’m taking a bubble bath.”

He cleared his throat, and I gave a light chuckle. “Oh wow. Well, I think I’ll let you get back to your bath, but I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” I clutched the phone tighter, not wanting him to hang up.

“Trust me, yes.”

“Okay, talk to you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, Zuri. Definitely.”

Those three simple words made my heart soar. I sank my head under water. Nothing could stop this feeling. It was full speed ahead with Alex. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but I could feel it. 

After I toweled off and finished preparing for bed, I wrote in my journal. 

Journal Entry: I’m eager to see where this thing goes with Alex. I realize he’s taking it slow, and I’m thankful that he wants to take that route, but I’m looking forward to digging deeper. 

 That was all I could manage as my heart skipped a beat from the thought of his name. Alex.

 The next day as I drove onto Maple View Avenue, I enjoyed the delightful view of maple trees that aligned the street.  After I pulled into the parking lot of Maple View Community College, I climbed out of the car and took in a whiff of the fresh morning air that surrounded me. Then, I walked inside the building where my office was located to get acclimated. As I walked around, I greeted faculty who were also strolling around. I went inside my office, sat behind the desk and began clicking around on my computer, learning the system. 

 As I sat there, my door creaked open. I stopped what I was doing, peering up at the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

 “Alex?” I asked with astonished wide eyes. Please tell me he isn’t a student.  The employee handbook made it clear.Students and faculty were to remain professional at all times. There was no fraternizing with the students. Period. 

 “Zuri? What are you doing here?” He spoke as if someone sucked the oxygen from his lungs while his eyes were wide with dismay. 

“I was wondering the same thing about you.”

“I’m a student here.” 

Crap! My head fell into my hand, while my heart plummeted to my toes. This couldn’t be happening. This was just a horrible nightmare. 

“You’re kidding, right?” I moaned. 

 He looked at the nameplate on my desk. “I wish I were.” His face was ridden with disappointment. I knew exactly how he felt. 

“I gotta go.” He turned and dashed out of the room. 

“Alex wait,” I said while standing, but it was too late he was gone.   

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK-CAN'T RESIST THIS COMPLICATED LOVE

Hey, reader!

Tomorrow BLP returns with another perfect weekend read, being brought to you by none other than the phenomenal Kay Shanee! We have one final look into, Can’t Resist This Complicated Love before it goes live tomorrow.

Why is love always so complicated?

Reese Walter knows what’s good for her, that is, until fate introduces her to Jacori Johnston. Their earth stopping attraction to each other must be denied or everything they know could come crumbling down. One night of weakness and soul-stirring passion is left behind, until life draws them together again, four years later.

The love they had for each other remains, but when secrets are revealed, it leaves one of them praying for forgiveness and the other trying to decide if this complicated love is worth the fight.

SNEAK PEEK

I slowly walked over to him and stood in front of him. He pulled me by the arm so that I was standing between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my stomach.

“I’m going to miss you,” he confessed. “I know things have been a little tense between us since, you know, and I’m sorry. I should have had more self-control.”

I grabbed his chin and tilted his head up so that he could look at me.

“It wasn’t your fault. I kissed you. You just did what any man would do. You reacted. Knowing that we are both fighting our feelings…”

“You are. You’re fighting your feelings. I’m not denying that I’m in love with you, Reesey Cup.”

I didn’t respond immediately because I wasn’t sure that I had heard him right.

“You’re what?” I finally managed to ask.

“I’m in love with you. I believe that you’re in love with me too, but you won’t allow yourself to admit it.”

“I gotta go,” I said.

I removed his arms from around my waist so that I could leave the room. One more day. All I have is one more day to fight the temptation of letting him have his way with me. I got to the door but he got there before I did. He pushed the door closed and stood in front of me, blocking me from leaving.

“Reesey Cup, please. Tell me that I’m not alone in this. Tell me that you feel the same way that I feel.”

He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands as tears gathered in his eyes but didn’t fall. I nodded my head in reply, finally admitting to him and myself that I’m in love with him.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me,” he softly demanded.

I shook my head and tried to look away from him, but he gripped my face harder, but not hard enough to hurt me.

“Tell me!”

I took a deep breath before saying, “I’m in love with you, Jay. I love you.”

FINAL SNEAK PEEK - TRAINING MY HEART TO LOVE YOU

Hey, reader!

Tomorrow Monica Walters returns with Training My Heart To Love You, and we have one final sneak peek of this story before it goes live tomorrow!

SYNOPSIS

Kortlynn Hebert has learned how to be positive in every situation. Growing up in a single-parent home, her mother taught her how to love herself and to have self-respect. That was an important lesson, especially for a plus-sized woman. Kortlynn realized early that the person that should love her the most was herself, however, that didn’t keep her warm at night. It didn’t softly kiss her lips. Loneliness is prevalent in her life, but that doesn’t make her desperate. While there had been relationships with men, they just didn’t measure up. Not wanting to be a notch on anyone’s belt, Kortlynn chooses the path of celibacy and focuses even more on herself. Until one day, out of the blue, this angel drops right in front of her. While she is skeptical of his motives, she’s in awe of his good looks and pleasant personality. She meets Zayson Ardoin in a professional atmosphere, but things soon turn personal. 

Zayson Ardoin, a country boy that possesses an urban swag, has been coasting through life, not knowing love. He lives day to day training horses for rodeo events and breaking somewhat wild horses so they can be ridden. Indulging in the single life for a while, he decides he’s tired of random women and the drama that comes with them. He puts all his energy into his work and he’s content being alone. He chooses celibacy versus dealing with a woman that he doesn’t see himself developing a relationship with. Fate must be on his side when he ends up face to face with Kortlynn Hebert. He’s always liked his women thick and she fits the bill perfectly. While trying to keep things professional, he fails miserably, and begins a chase that he intends on winning.

Kortlynn and Zayson have a lot in common, but the main thing they agree on is that they are both too old to play games. However, the people they find themselves surrounded by don’t seem to follow the same mantra. Will the interferences of people they love keep them from developing the relationship they both long for? Do they have the strength and desire to persevere regardless of the games people play?

SNEAK PEEK

“Kortlynn, this is Isaiah. He’s a personal trainer at Exygon and can help you with getting some of the weight off.”

I was stunned into silence. I couldn’t believe she’d done some embarrassing shit like this. After ending my phone call with Zayson and I’d shown her the picture, she’d said, “Oh. He’s nice looking.”

Then someone had rang the doorbell and she came back with this guy. “Hello, Ms. Kortlynn. It’s so nice to meet you.”

He extended his hand and I hesitantly shook it. My mother, of all people, knew I didn’t like being put on the spot. “Have a seat,” my mother said as I cut my eyes at her.

This guy had a portfolio and was asking me all kinds of questions about my weight loss plan. I was silently fuming. Doing my best to tune him out, I began thinking about my conversation with Zayson. I should’ve gone with him today. Had I known I was gonna be ambushed, I would have. “So, what do you think about the plans, Ms. Kortlynn?”

“Let me look over them. I had no intentions of really starting a regimented program because sometimes, I don’t have the time to stick to it.”

“I understand, Ms. Kortlynn. My card is in the portfolio. If you need my services, please don’t hesitate to call.”

I nodded, then stood to shake his hand. The minute he walked his ass out that door, I turned on Mary Hebert. “Before you come at me, you told me you wanted to lose weight and that you needed to get on a routine.”

“Yes, I did! But you could have asked me before making him waste his time coming here. I don’t have time for a program like that. My plate is full. My only days that I actually have that kind of time is on the weekends.”

I grabbed my keys from the countertop and was heading for the door, when my mother grabbed my arm. “I’m sorry, Kortlynn. I didn’t mean to offend you. I was only trying to help.”

“Mom, you knew I would be offended, that was why you didn’t want to tell me what you had planned. It’s okay, though.”

She let me go, then watched me walk out the door. I was so angry, there was no way I could continue to sit there. I didn’t want to disrespect her even though she’d disrespected and offended me. For the first time in a long time, my feelings were hurt, and I felt inadequate. Once I got in my car, I took a deep breath, pulled down my visor and looked at myself in the mirror, repeating the affirmations I said to myself daily. “Kortlynn Hebert, you are more than enough. You are gorgeous, and your spirit is genuine. Your bodily housing has to be big to hold your heart, your loyalty, your trustworthiness and your intelligence. No person can take any of that from you unless you allow them. Don’t allow them to steal your joy.”

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK-COOKIES & CRUMBLES

SYNOPSIS

Mercy Davenport, a twenty-two-year-old, bold and vivacious rebel, is up to her elbows in drama. Pending trial due to her involvement in her best friend’s murder, she’s trying to figure out how and why she always seems to make a mess of things. Perhaps she will follow in her father’s suicidal footsteps, relieving her mother of the heart-aching burden she had become. That is until she meets her rescuer; R&B sensation, Richmond “Tru” Mills. 

Seemingly her ticket to a care-free, jet-setting, champagne-filled life, Mercy and Tru dizzy into a fast-paced romance that sets her body on fire and has him declaring her as his ultimate destiny. Although she’s still haunted by her friend’s demise, life looks to be blossoming for Mercy. Except, looming in her background is that pesky, possible prison sentence. 

King Stroman is easy on the eyes and his genuine care makes for an easy confidant. As Tru’s childhood friend and business partner, he’s often delegated the task of ensuring Mercy’s comfort and convenience. With undeniable attraction and evolving trust, Mercy and King are desperate to remain platonic, however, as Tru gives in to his vices, leaving Mercy vulnerable to King’s magnetism, it’s only a matter of time before everyone lets their inhibitions loose and it all hits the fan.

SNEAK PEEK

Mercy’s high was on the rise via a balcony view of the skyline, the scent of warm sand and salty sea drifting through her nostrils, and the pleasurable fullness of  Richmond “Tru” Mills boldly positioned behind her naked body, slowing his thrusts. 

It took some convincing for her to shed the covering of the hotel bedsheet. Something about the sexy rasp of his repeated chant, “You’re mine and I’m yours,” that lulled her into the open and sensual display.  

Whispered winds blew the trickles of sweat from his manicured beard onto her torso. His fingertips impressed upon her hips. With her final gyration of hips depleting his stamina, she stiffened her thighs in expectation of his inevitable collapse. 

“Messing with you, Mercy Davenport, is going to get me in trouble.” Hi smile was broad. Forcing himself to his feet, he took one last look at her and shook his head. “I swear you’re a problem.”

Bringing to mind her spindle of nerves when she boarded the plane to Miami, Mercy had to agree she was trouble. If only he knew how true that is. However, saying it out loud would do neither of them any good.

When she boarded her flight to Miami, Mercy hoped she carried herself modestly as Cliff had always suggested. Black linen capris, plum linen tunic, and hair in a bun, she embodied, “frequent traveler.” 

Luckily Richmond had left the day before and his extended invitation was a late-night afterthought. He’d be quick to pick up on all her deep breathing exercises. No matter how many times she told herself there was nothing to worry about, she couldn't stop her fingers from twitching, her pulse from racing.

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK- EVERYTHING IS LOVE

We’ve brought you beautiful stories Friday, Saturday and of course we’ll have your Sunday covered.

Tomorrow Aubreè Pynn brings you Everything is Love and we have one final sneak peek to share with you!

Dakari Summers returned home after two years of licking his wounds from a previous heartbreak. He has a new contract, a new team, and has reconnected with his college friends. He has made himself a vow – to never fall in love again – but life back home has different plans for him.

Baylee Alexander has finally come out of hiding and releasedthe shambles left behind after making a grave mistake that shifted her view on life and love. Attempting to rid herself of the baggage she carries, her sight is set on the perfect distraction,which is work. With her dreams under attack, she takes a leap of faith that lands her in a situation she isn’t prepared for.

A whirlwind romance develops, and falling for each other is uncontrollable for both Dakari and Baylee. But how long will it last when the skeletons of their past come tumbling out of the closets they thought they sealed?

Find out if Dakari and Baylee can bounce back in Everything is Love.

Baylee Alexander

It didn’t matter how much I tried to avoid him, something about him kept drawing me closer to him. I had mixed emotions about all of this. There wasn’t a day I didn’t want to see him and when I didn’t my day wasn’t complete. I battled with myself, my heart wanted full control, and my brain was losing.

Running my hand along the leather of a black couch I was admiring, I turned my watch upward to my eyes and glanced around for Dakari. He had a knack for being late. I told him six expecting him to stroll in at six-thirty coolly. And just like clockwork, he was walking through the door. Even in a Jordan hoodie, sweatpants, and Jordan 9’s he still looked nice. Staring as he approached me, I quickly looked away feeling my cheeks burn red.

“Get yourself together, Baylee,” I fussed to myself before he reached me. His expression was unreadable, it was almost like he was just as happy to see me as I was him, but in the same token, he was annoyed to see me. It was confusing, and it was putting me off.

“You’re draining my pockets, girl,” he mumbled looking at the price tag. “Who needs a couch that’s this much?”

“You do. It’s one of a kind,” I hushed. “I’m just doing what you told me to do.”

“You have selective hearing. You know that?”

“Why?” furrowing my brows I looked up at him from under the brim of my hat.

“You hear what you want to hear,” he grumbled. “What else am I spending all my money on in here?” He was a little snappy, so I backed off a little. Walking over to another couch, I muttered lowly. I wasn’t expecting much from him, and honestly, I wanted to slap myself for getting cozy with him last night. What had me riding around on a cloud all day was now causing me annoying agony.

“You good?” I asked after ten minutes of deafening silence between us. “You seem a little bothered.”

“Practice was a bitch,” he mumbled. “I’m good though, just want to relax in my house.”

“Well good news, this is the last step,” trying to lighten his mood, I smiled. It was heavy and blowing me. “So, just pick out a bed and couch, and we’re done. You can go relax.”

“Nah, I gotta meet up with your brother,” he palmed his face, stopping in his tracks and looking at a black low frame bed. Scanning the showroom floor, the women all stared at him as he moved around. Like he was the great black hope. “That one and the couch you love so much.”

“Mr. Summers,” the manager greeted him with a pretentious smile while I waved the sales associate down. He was ready to go, and I was ready to get him out my face with his heavy energy. “You had a great game the other night.” 

Turning my attention over my shoulder to look at the short busty blonde flirting with him, my annoyance was growing more, and my jealousy was raising its ugly green head. What was really getting under my skin was the smile he was returning to her, not particularly her. 

“Thanks, trying to make this the best season I can,” he cheesed causing me to roll my eyes. Following the sales associate over to the desk, I stopped at the two and grinned. “Babe, I need the card.”

He chuckled lowly and shook his head while my sly smirk crept across my face. Digging into his pocket and pulling out his credit card, he placed it in my hand. 

“Thank you.”

I pranced off to the desk to finalize the transaction and delivery. It was clear that I needed to get away from him. This was going nowhere fast.

Walking out of Ashlyn’s, I handed him his card back before hitting the button to unlock my car. 

“Babe, can I get the card?” he questioned looking down at me amused while I pulled the car door open. “You’re jealous. It’s so cute on you.” 

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK - YEARN FOR ME

Hey, reader!

I know we said it before but just to reiterate, WE, BLP are taking over your weekend with the perfect reads! We have three new releases, one of which dropped today-Believe in God, Believe Also in Me. If you haven’t grabbed that book yet go do that!

There is NOTHING like curling up with a good book and a glass of wine…or juice maybe even some kahlua.

You get the point.

Back to this BLP weekend takeover…tomorrow Ivy Laika returns with Yearn For Me book two of the For Me Series! This book is so good and a perfect addition to your weekend. Keep scrolling to see why!

Disclaimer: This is book two of the For Me series. Feign for Me must be read first.

The cat is out of the bag, well more like the baby is out of the bag. The weekend is over and Mac and Christela have returned to their old lives. What has been revealed about Mac has the two in a limbo with neither one sure of how to move forward from it.

Mac vowed that he would wait on Christela no matter what. But is what has come to light only going to lead to him waiting in vain?

Christela still has a dream job opportunity in Boston that she planned to take but will what she now knows about Mac cause her to change her mind? She can’t deny that Mac is the only man that can love her and bring her to multiple climaxes.

Their strength may be tested. Their desire may take over. Their seemingly unbreakable connection may break.

The only thing that is certain is that the two have been yearning for each other. The question is, will they give in or will they give up?

SAMPLE

I peeled Chrissi’s body from mine. Getting out of bed, I turned on the main light to brighten up the room. It was imperative that she saw the veracity in my eyes when we had this conversation. It didn’t matter if she wanted to have it thirty times a day, I was willing to have it with her if it meant that her mind would be at ease.

I returned back to her. Her face was strained. Her eyebrows creased inward indicating that she was in deep thought. She crawled down to the foot of the bed where I was standing. Once she was positioned on her heels, I kneeled so that we were eye level. Well, as eye level as we could get. 

“Give me your left hand.”

Without any sign of diffidence Chrissi gave me her left hand. Interweaving our left hands together, I held it up against her heart. The beating of it moved our interlocked hands rhythmically. I removed it from her chest and placed them inmine.

“Our hearts will guide our union. Nothing can break that, I vow that to you from today forward. If at any time you feel that the weight of my situation is too much for you to bear, I give you permission to walk away sweetheart.”

“Mac, I won’t…”

I stopped her before answering, “Don’t say it because I don’t want you to ever lie to me. If you choose to walk away, it’s ok because I understand. Just know that I will wait for you. I’ll always wait for you, sweetheart.”

I gently kissed her left ring finger and then I kissed her nose. “You are my wife Chrissi. You are mine. I will protect you at all costs. If you walking away temporarily does that, I can make peace with that.”

— So hope you’re ready for the weekend we have in store!

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-BELIEVE IN GOD, BELIEVE ALSO IN ME

“Hello?” I answer the phone that was vibrating in my pocket.

“Finally!” Chris whines in my ear. “I’ve been calling you. How was the check up? And why are you out of breath?” She pesters.

I feel Darold’s arm snake around my waist and a kiss at my neck behind me. I try to pat his arms off me and silently tell him to stop but he’s not trying to hear that right now.

“Hmm?” I squeak into the phone.

“You sound funny,” Des comments, I guess I’m on speaker. 

“Nope! I’m good,” I promise. DC’s hands start to move again, and I feel his teeth graze my ear. I think my eyes are crossing.

“Did we interrupt something?” Char sounds like she’s grinning. “What are you doing right now, Mary?”

“Nothing much…” I try to sound nonchalant and bite my lip to keep sound from escaping when DC’s hands travel south. I cover the phone with my palm and try to swat at my husband’s curious fingers. “Dude, stop it. They’ve got me on speaker!”

He freezes for a second and then smiles lazily at me over my shoulder.

“Did you just call me ‘dude’, Mary?” His face screams cocky. “I knew it’s slip out eventually.” He laughs. “Now hang up the phone, babe. I wanna make love to my wife.” He kisses me slowly still holding me from behind, and I forget about my phone for a second.

A moan slips out before I can curb it and I hear squeals from my lap. My eyes spring open and I look down to realize I dropped my phone. Which means they can probably hear everything. I snatch it up in hopes of doing damage control and ending the embarrassment with dignity.

“Y’all nasty!” Des yells. “You going for triplets?!” She cackles. 

“Ew, I didn’t need to hear that!” Arlene whines.

“I could’ve gone the rest of my life without knowing that much about you guys’ sex life.” Chris mutters. 

She thinks that’s bad. Imagine how I feel, I see everything. Every last second. Whether I want to or not.

“Leave the poor woman alone, you already got her knocked up a couple times over!” Char laughs.

DC’s chest rises and falls with his laughter, and my face is covered by one of my hands to smother the blush that’s probably not even visible anyway.

“Hi ladies!” DC greets with a big smile, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

“Heyyyy!” My girls answer in unison.

“Hey bro.” Arlene sounds unhappy about having overheard us.

“The baby appointment went great, can I make love to my wife now?” He asks them.

“Good to hear,” Des answers. “We’ll go ‘head and let our girl make up for the lost time spent celibate. Put it down, DC. Knock the walls out!”

“Will do!” He responds while I die of embarrassment all over again shaking my head.

He hangs up the phone for me and snatches it from my hand before tossing it to the coffee table.

“Now that we’re finally free of interruptions…” That lazy smile is back. “Com’ere.” 

A squeal rips from me as he pulls me to lay down underneath him on the sofa without warning. He has way too much fun getting me to make that noise when he does things unexpectantly.

But we can worry about that later. Much later.

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SAMPLE SUNDAY TIMES THREE

It’s Sample Sunday of course! Which means we have new releases, three of them to be exact, coming your way this week!

Keep scrolling to dive in!

First-August 16th- Believe in God, Believe Also In Me by Desiree Francies

Welcome back! I’ve missed you. I’d ask how you’ve been, but we’re not going to pretend like I don’t already know.

So, where were we? Ah yes, I remember...

The idea that love looks or feels perfect is not only a myth, it’s a dangerous delusion.

Everyone has control over their own actions. What they cannot control are the responses to those actions. We’re all aware of the usual suspects’ ability to have a good time. That has never changed. They’re famous for it. The whole crew is back again, and the family is growing.

But each of their pasts play a major role in who they are today…

So, what happens when your past shows up to threaten your future, and the people that you love question not only you, but themselves too?

Can you believe that after all I’ve done for them, they still question so many things? I’m insulted.

Hello! Standing right over here waiting to be asked. You know, just watching the world spin, twiddling My all-powerful thumbs and whatnot.

Let not your heart be troubled, as you believe in God, believe also in Me…

(This is the third installment of the God’s Hand Book Series and the conclusion of Mary & DC’s story)

SAMPLE

“I’m scared, alright?” I finally admit.

“Scared of what, babe?” He sits next to me on the couch and rests his hand on my knee.

“I don’t know how good of a mother I’ll be.”

“Mary, you’re going to be an amazing mother. And we’re off to a great start. Everything is going smoothly according to the doctor.”

“I’m grateful I haven’t screwed the kids up already.” I think this has more to do with my sour mood, as my husband calls it. “But I’m nervous I’m going to do some irreparable damage and harm them in some way. I’m not great with sentiment, and I’m not as in touch with my emotions as I think most women are. It took me months just to come up with my vows. Draft after draft until I could finally let go of all my sarcasm and snipes to get to the root of what I was feeling. That takes so much work. Can I do that for these two little ones?”

I never got those sweet touches and loving words that warmed hearts. I never got those cute moments of tenderness and love when you knew just how much your parents loved you. I never even got the moments you look back on and laugh at now when you misbehaved, and your parents didn’t know what to do with you. 

“You’re acting out because you’re worried about being a sarcastic mother?”

“I was alone for most of my childhood. Or at least I felt that way. No one taught me how to willingly give of myself emotionally, and I still believe my relationship with you was a bolt of lightning. How do we get lightning to strike twice? Mother is in a much better place now, but unhappy people make unhappy parents. She only just recently found her happiness. So, how can I give them what I never got? I don’t know how to be the warm caring shoulder to cry on when something goes wrong. Or the person that gives amazing advice to live by. I’m not sure I can do this. And that terrifies me.”

I don’t want to be a horrible mother. And I don’t want my kids to go through what I went through.

“Are you kidding me? No one protects their loved ones as much as you do with such fierceness and strength. Babe, you would end anyone who so much as thought of harming them. And I know that because you do that for everyone else. Our children are going to be extremely blessed to have you in their corner. Ready to run on the field and fight a child for tackling our son too hard during a football game. Or pulling up to the school with the girls in tow ready to beat down on a minor for bullying our daughter.” He laughs at the thought and I grin because that sounds pretty accurate. “Mary, do you believe everything happens for a reason?” He asks sliding closer to wrap an arm around my shoulders.

“Yes, I do.” I nod.

“And do you believe that God has the final say? That He’s covered you thus far?”

“Yes.” I smile softly already knowing where he’s going.

“Then have some faith, baby.” He kisses my forehead. “Everything will go exactly the way it’s supposed to.” He breathes into my hair. “Besides, you’re not doing this alone. I’ve got you. Anything we struggle with we’ll work through together. I wouldn’t leave you hanging to figure it out by yourself. I’ll reinforce whenever and wherever you need me to. You’re my heart, Mary. Believe in yourself. And believe in me.”

I don’t know what to say, so I just hug him and squeeze until I feel my point has been made. He’s amazing at saying the right thing at exactly the right times. And he’s right. I don’t have to do this by myself, so I don’t have to figure this out by myself. I can lean on my man. And I can let my man lead. And who knows, maybe I’ll get this whole parenting thing figured out after a while.

Second-August 17th- Yearn For Me by Ivy Laika

Disclaimer: This is book two of the For Me series. Feign for Me must be read first.

The cat is out of the bag, well more like the baby is out of the bag. The weekend is over and Mac and Christela have returned to their old lives. What has been revealed about Mac has the two in a limbo with neither one sure of how to move forward from it.

Mac vowed that he would wait on Christela no matter what. But is what has come to light only going to lead to him waiting in vain?

Christela still has a dream job opportunity in Boston that she planned to take but will what she now knows about Mac cause her to change her mind? She can’t deny that Mac is the only man that can love her and bring her to multiple climaxes.

Their strength may be tested. Their desire may take over. Their seemingly unbreakable connection may break.

The only thing that is certain is that the two have been yearning for each other. The question is, will they give in or will they give up?

SAMPLE

“Do you still want to love me, Mac?”

“There’s no other option, sweetheart. I need to love you.” I took my time looking over her body because I was exemplifying the highest level of self-control. Visually I’d taken in all of her even though she wasn’t able to take me in physically.

“You no longer have to wait, I’m ready.”

With one swift motion, I pushed her into the house, slamming the door behind me. I lifted her in the air, and she wrapped her thick legs around my waist. Our lips collided and everything felt balanced.

I needed her more than oxygen, so I was ready to drown in all of her. Whatever she gave me, I was going to take so much of it in and deal with the suffocation later.

I pressed her body against the wall struggling to hold her in place. My body was literally becoming weak from not being able to fill her. I sucked on her bottom lip as I set my manhood free. The confinement of my slacks was torturing him. Chrissi had her arms around my neck as I sucked on her lip for dear life.

Once he was out, I placed him at her opening. I hadn’t even entered her before her body began to shake. If we were going to do this, I needed her to be sure. There was no running after this.

“Are you sure that you are ready, sweetheart? Don’t say it if you’re not. I promise I’ll wait for you for as long as you need me to.”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she slid her right hand in between us while thrusting her hips forward. She kissed me ever so tenderly after which she said, “Husband, I’m ready.”

I don’t know what came over me but that triggered something from deep within. With one stroke, I was all the way inside. She closed her eyes as she held on to my neck tightly. Chrissi bit on her bottom lip. Every corner of her face displayed her pleasure. It was the sexist shit I’d ever seen.

She felt better around me than she ever had before. Maybe it was because she was going to truly give me a real chance. It could’ve been because after tonight I wouldn’t be left wondering how long I would have to wait for her to be ready to receive me. Every part of me.

Third-August 18th- Everything is Love by Aubreè Pynn

Dakari Summers returned home after two years of licking his wounds from a previous heartbreak. He has a new contract, a new team, and has reconnected with his college friends. He has made himself a vow – to never fall in love again – but life back home has different plans for him.

Baylee Alexander has finally come out of hiding and released the shambles left behind after making a grave mistake that shifted her view on life and love. Attempting to rid herself of the baggage she carries, her sight is set on the perfect distraction, which is work. With her dreams under attack, she takes a leap of faith that lands her in a situation she isn’t prepared for.

A whirlwind romance develops, and falling for each other is uncontrollable for both Dakari and Baylee. But how long will it last when the skeletons of their past come tumbling out of the closets they thought they sealed?

Find out if Dakari and Baylee can bounce back in Everything is Love.

SAMPLE

Dakari Summers

I could hear sultry music drone through the front door, ringing the doorbell would be useless, and she wasn’t answering her phone. Turning the doorknob of the door and letting myself in, I shook my head in frustration. Even if she did live in Calabasas, anyone could walk in on her. Placing the takeout container of sushi on her countertop, I began to roam around her home to find her. Following the sounds of Nina Simone, I hiked up the stairs seeing a room at the end of the hall with soft light peeking out. Pushing the door open to find her in an oversized t-shirt South Carolina State t-shirt covered in paint, she was deep into her painting. Shades of red, gray and bold black outlines stroked across a canvas that was almost taller than her.

Stepping away from her painting to analysis it, she looked up at me and jumped. “Oh my God! I thought you said you were going to call when you got here?” 

She covered her bare legs up with the hem of her shirt, and I couldn’t help but laugh at this bashfulness she possessed.

“Yeah, an hour ago. I’ve been calling, and you left the front door open,” I shook my head from side to side. “You ain’t got nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“I am something you haven’t seen before,” she sassed dropping her brushes in a mason jar of water. “I’m going to put clothes on. You can go downstairs and find a movie.”

“Don’t put clothes on account of me,” I kissed my teeth watching her walk away and feeling my man wake up a little. 

“Oh, you quit it. It ain't the kind of party."

It wasn’t long before she joined me in the living room in leggings and a hoodie. Good, I didn’t need any distractions tonight. I just wanted to eat this raw food and enjoy her company. Since she had called me out on my whoreish ways, I was trying to show her I wasn’t that guy. It was becoming very evident that I was developing something for her. I had to give Akil the courtesy of knowing, even though he didn’t give me the same.

“Thanks,” she hummed as I fumbled with my chopsticks. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to eat this shit,” I commented hearing her kiss her teeth and take them out my hand. “Do you ask?”

“No, you’re in my house.”

If she kept this up, she was going to get something else she wasn’t asking for.  “I swear, I don’t know why I come over here.”

“Because you like me.” That damn smile caused me to shift in my seat slightly, just to adjust myself. I was not going to have these basketball shorts tell on me. “Hold them like this, don’t be so rough.” Positioning my fingers around the chopstick, I nodded.

“I’m too big for this,” I huffed throwing them to the side and using my hands. “Look at that, works just as well.”

As she rolled her eyes into her head, they were bound to get stuck one day. “What was the point of me helping your ignorant ass?”

“Didn’t no one tell you to touch all up on me,” I teased making her roll her eyes again before flipping through Netflix to find a movie.

“You wish,” she mumbled.

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Stay tuned for more samples and sneak peeks!

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-INDIGO HAZE 2

SYNOPSIS

Indigo is back but his spirit is heavy and everything he thought he knew including himself is different. After being pulled back into South Central he quickly realizes that the life he once knew is too much to take in at once. But everyone needs him. With the help of his brother and his best friend, Indigo has to find his footing again and everything he once lived for.

At the center of Indigo's quest back to himself is Taj. She was his reason to live but her reasoning has been lost. Believing that her heart was buried with him, she's battling what she wants now and what she can have. Unable to fully let Indigo go, she finds herself giving into the current that's pushing her into the arms of another man. The tighter she holds on to Indigo the more difficult life tends to get.

Will the fate for Indigo and Taj be sealed by the elapsed time spent apart and the secrets that linger? 

Find out in Indigo Haze: Thug Love is the Best Love Part 2.

SNEAK PEEK

Since he recovered from his near-death experience, he'd been laying as low as possible. Anything he did in Oakland always went through three people before it got back to him. It made his hustle complicated since he didn’t have his ears to the ground like he was used to. But it worked for him and it kept him safe. He'd only been back to Los Angeles to lay his eyes on her every so often and leave. Ricky and his mother kept him up to date on everything. But seeing Taj graduate from college with honors was worth every single risk. Her dreams were worth his life.

He was so proud of her; words couldn’t describe how much his heart burst with happiness. Her tenacity, her resilience, and her ability to overcome the most traumatic experiences of her life made his soul smile. Indie didn't expect anything less from her, she was born to shine and prevail through anything. It was embedded in her DNA. Whether she knew it or not. He did. 

Sitting in his seat, he looked down and around to see if he could spot Senior. He couldn't. He knew how much Taj meant to him especially now that she was his only living child. Senior would do whatever he had to do to make sure he protected her. Indie understood that which was why he’d kept his distance from her. Sometimes he wished that he never interrupted her light with his but her light, love, and stillness was something that he needed.

The band started to play the music to march the graduating class in and he pulled himself out of his thoughts and peered down at the graduates intently. It wasn't hard to find Taj. Her curls made it almost impossible for her cap to fit over them. But in true Taj fashion, she always made it work. 

He watched as she took her seat and looked as she scanned over the sea of people to find Senior and Ms. Mary. Once she spotted them her somber expression faded into a soft smile. Indie spotted Senior and Mary side by side and smirked softly to himself happily. Taj turned her head back to the front facing the stage. Her cap was decorated with two blue hearts and cursive words between them that read Indigo Dreamin'.

His heart sank, his eyes fluttered and his breathing grew shallow. All he wanted was to run down the stands and tell her she didn't have to be sad anymore, she didn’t have to cry or wonder about the what if’s anymore. He was here and he was ready to love her the way she deserved to be loved. Indie imagined himself tilting her chin upward into the light and placing a kiss to her sweet lips. He wanted to take her pain away, to wrap her in his arms and restore her faith in him and in God. But he couldn't and it killed him.

As the ceremony went on she got her degree and held it tightly in her hands. Before she walked off the stage she stopped briefly to look toward the ceiling and blew two kisses upward towards the sky, one for him and the other for her brother. As she stepped off the stage her head dropped and she wiped a few tears from her face. Indie's eyes swelled up and his lips trembled. He was never one to wipe them, he let one fall.

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So hope you’re ready for tomorrow!

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-LINE TO MY HEART

Heyyyy reader!

Tomorrow C. Monet returns with Line to My Heart and we have one final sneak peek to share with you before it goes live! This is one book you don’t want to miss out on! Keep on reading to see just what we mean!

SYNOPSIS

A ‘Good Morning, Beautiful’ text has the potential to kick start a glorious relationship. Often times it’s the first sign that you may be dealing with a true gentleman. It just so happens that Ignacio Porter created a new wave of alarm systems with women in mind. What started out as a joke among friends has turned him into a millionaire with clients stretching across the world. Women are signing up in droves to receive what Charlotte Wright thinks is a sure sign of desperation, a call in the morning from a man you don’t know. 

Ignacio is about his business and believes in structure and boundaries. When one employee threatens that structure, he is forced to fire him and take over his clients until he can be replaced. Charlotte is in his sights, but it would make him a hypocrite and that title doesn’t fit him well. 

Charlotte is a divorce attorney, single mother, and on the verge of losing her run for partner with her carefree attitude towards attendance. A trusted friend signs her up unbeknownst to her and she is left to decide if she will become a part of the desperate tribe or allow it to change her life in a major way. 

A hot fling is not her idea of romance but after one phone call its clear to both Ignacio and Charlotte that they may have sparked something with a simple good morning. But obstacles arise when the true colors are exposed by outside influences.  Is love on the line for Charlotte and Ignacio? Or will rules not meant to be broken cause them to disconnect?

SNEAK PEEK

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked. I cleared my throat and dipped my head again. Again, my body began to tingle, and my mouth was overcome with moisture. “Is that a yes Charlotte?”

“Can you please stop saying my name like that,” I requested feeling nervousness overcome me all over again. My knee shook on the bar stool and he placed his large chocolate hand gently on it to calm it. Instantly it stopped and he spoke.

“Like what?” he asked leaning forward and lowering his voice. His voice echoed my own longings. I couldn’t really say what him saying my name did to me, but I knew it made me vulnerable.

“You know like what, you’ve been doing it every morning.”

“Explain to me what I’m doing because I don’t mean to offend you or do anything to ruin your mornings. You know I want the exact opposite.”

“It’s like a moan every time you say my name. It’s arousing and annoying at the same time. I don’t know whether to like it or shush you.”

“Well nah, I can’t stop doing that. I’m practicing,” he smirked. Turning my head over my shoulder I noticed Destiny tossing me a thumbs up. I rolled my eyes because they were being extra right now. While he ordered our drinks, I took my mirror from my bag and checked my makeup.

“What are you doing here?”

“Releasing the stress you’ve caused me all week long. Since the first day I spoke with you I’ve had to jog, do pushups and a list of other shit to get your voice out of my head.”

“Oh no I think you have it wrong,” I retorted.

“Nah, I got it right. First you capture my attention with your voice, then come for my heart when you donated to my foundation and now you got my heart in your pocket from one glance. I would definitely say you’ve stressed a nigga out,” he smiled. The waiter brought our drinks and we toasted to finally meeting.

“I had no intentions of stressing you and now I feel bad because you’ve done the exact opposite for me,” I acknowledged as I seductively sucked from the straw. I felt his eyes burning a hole through me.

“That’s a man’s job and something you should get used to. But what brings you out tonight? You definitely didn’t run this by me this morning, Charlotte.”

“I didn’t think you wanted to hear about me hitting the streets to celebrate my divorce being final for five years. Didn’t seem like something you’d be interested in,” I responded with a shrug. I don’t know why admitting I was divorced made me feel embarrassed or tainted but it did. I rarely spoke with people about it. Whenever I was asked if I was married or had ever been, I clammed up. I was uncomfortable talking about it. What most people assumed was probably true, Todd cheated, moved on with no problems and now I was left with a large S on my chest.

“Of course I want to hear about the last man fucking up and moving out the way. I would have sent some flowers or champagne to help you celebrate.”

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-CRAVING HIS CURVE

SYNOPSIS

Breesha Webster never would've guessed that a stop on her way home one night after work would change the course of her life. The charmer of a man who enters her world that night seemed to be the best thing to ever happen to her. When an unexpected world wind romance injects her with a high she never knew existed, Breesha develops a craving for a feeling as profound as his name and most addictively, his curve. While riding high on the moment, amongst other things, Breesha is convinced that life just can't get any better. But when a series of unfortunate events begin to plague her, she’s certain that life can't get any worse and that the night she met Sincere was the biggest mistake of her life. Will Sincere get her to see otherwise before it's too late?

For the first time in his life, Sincere Asher is ready to happily give up every single one of his screw and ditch chicks for the stunning Breesha Webster. From the moment they met, Sincere was completely captivated and thoroughly intrigued by every inch of her. The more he is granted the pleasure of experiencing Breesha, he's convinced she's the one he's ready to bet on love with. Before long, Sincere is ready to give Breesha the world. Only, before he has a chance to present it to her, a hailstorm of chaos rips through the only paradise he's ever known, and leaves pieces of his heart scattered among the ruins. Will Breesha still find him worthy of her love and the heartbeat between her thighs or will she wipe the soles of her stilettos on his brokenness as she walks out of his life forever?

SNEAK PEEK

“Sincere, the next time you get the urge to touch me or do anything else to me, just do it. And the next time you trap me in a small space, you better kiss me and not just stand in front of me contemplating doing it or we gon’ have one big ass problem.”  

“If that’s all it takes to get a rise outta you, maybe I’ll make it a habit of trapping you in between my body and tight spaces.”

“You better,” she warned playfully but her thoughts where Sincere was concerned was anything but.

“What you gon’ do if I don’t Red?”

“Try it and see Sincere.”

 “I definitely will now. And you better be ready for me. Especially with all these threats you dishing out. I would hate to see what happens if I find out you can’t back up all that talk.”

“Oh, I can, but that’s not all I can back up.”

“Good, then my fantasies about you aren’t as far off as I thought. Come on, let me walk you to your car,” he said smiling as he held the door open for her.

“Thank you Sincere.” 

“Of course Red.”

Their slow stroll to the car was filled with so much unspoken attraction and sexual chemistry until anyone passing by them would have been burned by the power of the flame burning between them.

“Alright Sincere, so I'll see you…”

Sincere kissed her into silence and speechlessness with a tongue down so potent, her knees buckled.  Thankfully, Sincere realized what was happening and caught her and her bag before either hit the ground.

“Do you always grow weak in the knees when you've been kissed?” Sincere asked with a chuckle as he sat Breesha's takeout on the roof of her car, grabbed her keys from her hands, unlocked the door and slid her behind the wheel. 

“No, because that's never happened before.” 

“So you've never been kissed senseless?” Sincere asked with hints of cockiness and amusement in his voice.  

“Not before you.” She grinned with an excitement she'd never known before this moment. 

“You have had an orgasm before, though right? My fault for being so blunt but I gotta know.”

“Yeah, of course.” She frowned and chuckled as if what Sincere had just asked her was downright ridiculous.

“One that leaves your body shaking with orgasmic aftershocks?” He asked with an arched brow as a grin slowly eased across his face. 

“Yeah, a regular one.” Breesha laughed sarcastically as if the idea of what he'd just asked was absolutely insane. 

“If regular is how you describe your orgasms, then there's no way in hell you've experienced what I'm talking about.” 

“Hell, if its anything like the way you just kissed me, maybe I haven’t but I sure as hell want it now.” Breesha found his eyes once again, and this time, she caught a glimpse of all the passion that resided in him. 

“Play your cards right Red, and you just might get it.”

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-NOT ANOTHER SAD LOVE SONG

Hey hey hey!

Tomorrow Jess Words returns with Not Another Sad Love Song, and we have one last sneak peek to share with you before it goes live!

SYNOPSIS

No one wins when no one loses.

There is no living without bruises.

It’s about choosing what to do

with the scars.

Truth hurts.

A confirmation of the ability to feel.

A journey through, to the inevitable

Truth heals.

SNEAK PEEK

Excerpt from Truth’s Serum

“This can’t be happening, must be a bad dream..” -K. Michelle

“Who are you right now? Why are you talking to me like this?” My voice trembled as my lips quivered. I was trying my best to ignore the tears at the brim of my eyes. If anything, I was fighting to hold on to the last of my pride as the only man I’d ever loved hurriedly stuffed the clothes he kept at my place into his military duffle bag. “Truth I told you I can’t do this shit with you no more. When we met you were different. You’re not the woman I fell for anymore.” He avoided my eyes as he moved to the walk in closet on the other side of my bedroom. He pulled the hoodies and sneakers he left here for his morning runs, and shoved them roughly into the bag. Locked in the chokehold of anxiety, I followed him. There had to be something I could say, something I could do. We’d made love last night. The kind of love that warped your mind, robbed you of your senses, and left you pleading for more. “Please Tre. Just tell me what I did? What I can do to fix this? Tre! Stop fucking ignoring me.” There was no more hiding the tears as they fell freely. My heart was cracking so loudly I was sure he could hear it breaking. “There’s nothing you can do Truth. There’s nothing to fix. This just ain’t what I want no more. I’m bored with this. With you.”  

He had me fucked up in more ways than one. “What the fuck do you mean you’re bored?” I grabbed his arm forcing him to look in my direction. Forcing him to see my tears, to feel my pain. If he was leaving, it would not be with clean hands. “This weak shit not even you ma. Tighten up Truie.” Our gazes locked. The pain in my eyes reflected in his, even as he shrugged from my grasp and continued to fill his bag. After a year of giving Tremaine the best pieces of me, he was leaving. Leaving me to fend for myself. It was a strange irony, me begging him to tell me what I’d done. How I could make it better? It felt much too much like de ja vu, propelling me into memories of watching my mother on her knees begging her flavor of the month to stay. “Every night I’m up with you strategizing, imagining your menus, pulling listings to help start up your real estate firm, sending more and more of your money through the laundry. Every fucking day I listened to your dreams, your fears, helped you unload those bags you came with. I fucking hate you Tremaine Jordyn! I wish you nothin-” It was hard to get the words out as I choked on my tears. Swallowing them down, I poked my finger into his chest as he moved past me. “Nothing but misery and pain. I hope you never have another happy day in your life.” I shouted to his back as he made his way through my apartment to the front door.

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SAMPLE SUNDAY TIMES THREE

What’s a Sunday without samples?

Good thing we don’t have to find out! August is packed with some fire releases from BLP and we have three samples of the next set to be released.

First up we have Craving His Curve by India T. Norfleet. Now if you know anything about this Queen you know she brings all the lip biting, collar tugging steam. Only thing we can say is, get ready! Next, we have Line to My Heart by C. Monet! This beauty can write about ANYthing and it’s pure gold! Just wait and see! Last, but certainly not least we have Indigo Haze 2 by Aubreé Pynn. This highly anticipated sequel is sure to take you on a rollercoaster like never before. If you haven’t read part one make sure you do that before Indigo Haze 2 goes live!

First-August 8th- Craving His Curve by India Norfleet

Breesha Webster never would've guessed that a stop on her way home one night after work would change the course of her life. The charmer of a man who enters her world that night seemed to be the best thing to ever happen to her. When an unexpected world wind romance injects her with a high she never knew existed, Breesha develops a craving for a feeling as profound as his name and most addictively, his curve. While riding high on the moment, amongst other things, Breesha is convinced that life just can't get any better. But when a series of unfortunate events begin to plague her, she’s certain that life can't get any worse and that the night she met Sincere was the biggest mistake of her life. Will Sincere get her to see otherwise before it's too late?

For the first time in his life, Sincere Asher is ready to happily give up every single one of his screw and ditch chicks for the stunning Breesha Webster. From the moment they met, Sincere was completely captivated and thoroughly intrigued by every inch of her. The more he is granted the pleasure of experiencing Breesha, he's convinced she's the one he's ready to bet on love with. Before long, Sincere is ready to give Breesha the world. Only, before he has a chance to present it to her, a hailstorm of chaos rips through the only paradise he's ever known, and leaves pieces of his heart scattered among the ruins. Will Breesha still find him worthy of her love and the heartbeat between her thighs or will she wipe the soles of her stilettos on his brokenness as she walks out of his life forever?

SAMPLE

“You see something you like?” 

“I do. I have for a while now. I'm done trying to look on the sly though. You got a problem with that Breesha?”

“Actually, I find it to be a turn on.” She answered honestly as she searched for the remote. 

“Good to know Red.”

“So, you wanna watch Netflix and chill Sincere or— wait, shit! That didn't come out right, what I meant was if you want—”

“Red, chill sexy. I know what you meant but honestly the only thing I want is your undivided attention. I noticed you had a big ass balcony off your bedroom the last time I was here. How about we go chill under the moonlight and you give me a chance to find out more about the woman behind that sexy smile your always got on display.”

“You've got yourself a deal.” She turned around to face him but never stepped away from his embrace. “But only if you tell me more about the sexy man who keeps trying to sweep me off my feet.”

“Lead the way Red. But be careful how you swinging them hips. I'd hate for you to slip and fall and end up in your bed with your legs on my shoulders.”  Once outside, he complimented her with, “You got a dope ass view here beautiful.”

“Thanks. Yeah, it’s pretty great. This balcony is really what sold me on the place.” 

“I can see that. Tell me something though beautiful. What sold you on me Red?” Sincere asked with a sly grin as he rested his arm against the back of it.

“Well, this may sound crazy Sincere but something about you makes me feel insanely free, a little bit naughty and safe. And like, I can be me with no judgment. I've never been so intensely aware of my body before you. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm admitting this.” 

“Why can't you Red?” 

“Because it’s not me. I don't share myself like this. Normally, I would've been down to fuck and move on to ensure shit would never get complicated. It’s not me to be sitting here keeping company with you and allowing you all up in my personal space. But with you I'm enjoying the air and the peace that comes over me when we're together. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before Sincere.”

“Maybe it's because you've finally found your peace on earth in the vibes and energy I give off.”

“I think you're right. Your presence alone has got me so intoxicated. I don't trust myself around you. You make me crave things I never have before.” 

Second-August 9th-Line to My Heart by C. Monet

A ‘Good Morning, Beautiful’ text has the potential to kick start a glorious relationship. Often times it’s the first sign that you may be dealing with a true gentleman. It just so happens that Ignacio Porter created a new wave of alarm systems with women in mind. What started out as a joke among friends has turned him into a millionaire with clients stretching across the world. Women are signing up in droves to receive what Charlotte Wright thinks is a sure sign of desperation, a call in the morning from a man you don’t know.

Ignacio is about his business and believes in structure and boundaries. When one employee threatens that structure, he is forced to fire him and take over his clients until he can be replaced. Charlotte is in his sights, but it would make him a hypocrite and that title doesn’t fit him well.

Charlotte is a divorce attorney, single mother, and on the verge of losing her run for partner with her carefree attitude towards attendance. A trusted friend signs her up unbeknownst to her and she is left to decide if she will become a part of the desperate tribe or allow it to change her life in a major way.

A hot fling is not her idea of romance but after one phone call its clear to both Ignacio and Charlotte that they may have sparked something with a simple good morning. But obstacles arise when the true colors are exposed by outside influences. Is love on the line for Charlotte and Ignacio? Or will rules not meant to be broken cause them to disconnect?

SAMPLE

“Do you have an appointment?” the woman asked as she checked her computer. I checked the time and it was around lunch time, maybe I missed him. I prayed I hadn’t, but my luck was not always on the up and up.

“No, but you can let him know Charlotte is here and it’s really important.”

“Sorry, I can’t do that during his conference time.”

“Tell him there’s a woman with no panties on and it would be in his best interest to see for himself,” I said with a wink. Her lips curled into a smirk and nodded. Her fingers got to going on her computer and within five seconds the man of the hour waltzed through the glass doors with the stride of a gazelle and a smile I would never forget.

“Thank you, Sam, I got her from here,” he said as he led me to his office by the small of my back. When I got past Sam, I couldn’t stop giggling at the look on his face and hers. Shit like that only happened in the movies but I had to pull something out of my hat. I wasn’t leaving here today without seeing him and ending this lockout.

“Charlotte, you’ve surprised me once again,” he said as he sat on the edge of his desk with his hands clasped in front of him. He tilted his head and chuckled, causing me to do the same.

“I’m a lawyer and sometimes you have to just push your way into a situation,” I uttered with a wink. My eyes roamed the entire length of his big, brawny body and a hot flash took over my entire being. The man was beautiful and so youthful looking.

“I love a resourceful woman. How can I help this woman with no panties on?” he asked attempting to remain professional in his massive glass office. There was no privacy whatsoever.

“Sir, I just need five minutes for my business proposal. Do you have the time? I know you are a busy man.”

“I’m listening,” he said with his pointer finger under his chin and an unwavering gaze. I was doing all I could to stay in character. On the drive over, I decided that the same way I carried myself at work would be the same way I carried my ass in here and got his attention. If I wanted to, I could break a solid nigga down to pieces. As he untightened his tie, I knew my exposed thigh, open posture and unconventional solution to three days without hearing his voice had his attention.

“Some days will be good, some days will be easy, and others will be hard, long and trying but with a little work and patience on both of our behalf we can remove the fear of the dark shit that looms ahead, I think we should pick up where we left off,” I expressed.

“Three days was a long time without hearing your beautiful voice, Charlotte,” he smirked and came to sit next to me. He was invading my personal space with a soft hand on my knee. My knee had never felt so sexy or undeserving of attention. But as he grazed it, the air in my lungs became constrained. It had been way too long. His hand continued to travel up my skirt and it got harder to breathe, his finger grazed my inner thigh and my eyes darted to the raised fabric. “Oh, you lied I see.”

“I had to say something to get back here to you. Your secretary wasn’t having it any other way.”

“Next time, leave them home. Now what do you have to say for yourself,” he asked as he continued to caress my inner thigh.

Third-August 11th-Indigo Haze 2 by Aubreé Pynn

Indigo is back but his spirit is heavy and everything he thought he knew including himself is different. After being pulled back into South Central he quickly realizes that the life he once knew is too much to take in at once. But everyone needs him. With the help of his brother and his best friend, Indigo has to find his footing again and everything he once lived for.

At the center of Indigo's quest back to himself is Taj. She was his reason to live but her reasoning has been lost. Believing that her heart was buried with him, she's battling what she wants now and what she can have. Unable to fully let Indigo go, she finds herself giving into the current that's pushing her into the arms of another man. The tighter she holds on to Indigo the more difficult life tends to get.

Will the fate for Indigo and Taj be sealed by the elapsed time spent apart and the secrets that linger?

Find out in Indigo Haze: Thug Love is the Best Love Part 2.

SAMPLE

Taj 

A faint smile crossed her lips but that was it. She couldn’t force herself to give any more than that. Ricky’s eyes grew sad for her while he examined his Baby's face. He wanted to tell her the truth so bad but he couldn’t bring himself to upset her on her day or betray Indie’s trust.  He almost wanted to force Indie out of hiding so her disposition could change. Instead of spilling the tea all over the table, he looked around her tiny apartment and let a sigh escape his lips.

Taj licked her dry lips and hummed. “Ricky…”

Turning his head back to face her, he replied, “What’s up?”

“How do you …you know…  handle this loss? He was your best friend and you seem fine. Maybe it’s me, I know it’s been four years and I should get over it but how?” Looking up at Ricky with her big eyes filled with sorrow, Ricky hummed and took a seat by her. “I feel guilty as hell for being happy…like how dare I be happy when –”

“Baby, you know that man loved you…right?” Ricky questioned and watched as Taj nodded. “He would want you to be happy. Everything you got right now, is everything he wanted for you and more. There’s no guilt in that. Even Bubba would want you to be happy. I know if they were here, they would be so proud of everything you’ve done and everything you’re going to do.”

Taj let out a heavy sigh and blinked a few tears away from her eyes. “I miss them but today I miss them more…I keep telling myself not to look up in the crowd tomorrow because they won’t be there.”

Ricky rubbed his hands across his jeans and sucked in a deep breath. Watching Taj go through this was hard for him. It took so much for him to stand by and watch as she bounced back and forth with her emotions for years. Even after rounds of therapy she still wasn’t completely okay with everything. But who would be? She watched the tragic end of people she loved. The hardest thing for Ricky to do was watch her process and know that if Indie came back home all of this emotion would go away. And her infectious smile might return. And her process would strengthen. And her love would no longer be caged inside of a corridor of her heart lonely to nutriment.

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Thanks for reading! There are more sneak peeks to come, so make sure you stay tuned!

Xoxo,

The Authors of BLP

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-SUMWHEREOVARAINBOWS

Hey there gorgeous!

Tomorrow…

Aubreé Pynn releases her second poetry collection SumWhereOvaRainbows, and we have one short and sweet sneak peek to share with you!

SYNOPSIS

Who said that after pain there wasn’t joy?

Who said after losing love you could never love again?

SumWhereOvaRainbows there’s pots of gold

There’s love

There’s you

SNEAK PEEK

ShesGottaHave

When she wants it

How she wants it

As deep as she wants it

As loud as she wants it

In the park when she wants in

At your job

In the car

On the car

How she wants it

As fast as she wants it

As slow as she wants it

As long as she wants it

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Check out Aubreé Pynn's first poetry collection, Coldest Summer Ever! This beauty is crazy talented and she's not stopping anytime soon!