FINAL SNEAK PEEK - THE PACT: TO HAVE AND TO HOLD

Hey, beauty! Tomorrow, C. Monet returns with The Pact: To Have and To Hold and we have one last look inside for you!

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“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Tim.” Her accusing voice stabbed the air and I was taken aback. I wasn’t jealous; I was concerned that she was moving too damn fast with a man she barely knew.
“Cyn, how much do you know about this man? What are you doing with a man that damn near looks like me, and why him?”
“Excuse me? I’m confused by your question. And for the record he looks a lot better than your ugly behind, get it right. And I’m with him because he makes me happy. He cares for me and he doesn’t look past me. Shawn knows exactly what’s in front of him and he is staking his claim. Doesn’t sound familiar does it?”
“Psst, man that nigga is only with you for right now. He look like a player and if you want my opinion here it is. I don’t like him,” I said and kissed my teeth. She tilted her head and clasped her hands in front of her before coming closer.
“It’s not for you to like. I haven’t liked one woman you’ve ever dated but I allowed you to do you boo boo. Allow me to do the same. Allow me to have what you and your perfect fiancée have. Allow me to have a chance at finally finding a love that can be returned.”
“You can have it but not with him. Trust me.”
“Trust you? Why? Do you know something about him I don’t?” she asked with her hands now on her hips. This whole scene before me reminded me of the scene in Brown Sugar. Dammit we were in a real-life Brown Sugarsituation.
“He’s obscenely rich and I don’t trust a man that has too much money. They aren’t looking for love, they are looking for status. Look at your neck and ears. Can’t you see he’s buying your attention?”
“Fuck you, Timothy Devonta Autry. For once I wanted you to be happy for me. Happy that I finally found someone. Happy that someone actually gives a shit about Cynthia. And don’t be mad that he splurged on me and got me more than a damn cheap ass greeting card or free stress ball. Ooo, you make me so mad sometimes. You know what? I’m leaving to go enjoy the rest of my night with my man. You should do the same with your fiancée. You done made me cuss and you of all people know how I feel about that,” she replied. I laughed and she started laughing because her cussing was always hilarious to me. Her cuss words never sounded right when they came out. It was supposed to be forceful, but it always sounded soft and like she didn’t mean it.
“Fine, Cyn. My bad. I didn’t mean for it to come out like you don’t deserve it or like I’m not happy. Because if you happy then I gotta be happy, but that don’t mean I have to like it,” I ended trying to not be offended by all the low blows she had thrown.
I had no right considering she was in this position because of me. Tossing my hands up in surrender I opened the door and let her go out first. When we stepped out it seemed Mel and Shawn had become really acquainted and I wasn’t for it. Mel was smiling and touching his shoulder like they had seen each other naked a time or two. Damn nigga you got the baddest chick, why you want mine also, I thought.

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK - A SENSUAL FEAST

Hey, beauty! Tomorrow, India T. Norfleet returns with “A Sensual Feast” and we have one final look inside for you!

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Never underestimate the power of a good conversation fueled by kisses. Never doubt the will of a soulmate. Never ditch the dope communication of foreplay. Never forgot to appreciate the intimate connection poetry produces. Fall in love again. With words. With life. With sexual connections and lovemaking. Never forget how a good fuck can make you feel. Never blow off how deep a good orgasm can bring you peace, enhance your happiness, and stroke the flames of your union so intensely the coupling of your souls will forever burn bright…

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK - THE PREYING PASTOR

Hey, beauty! Tomorrow, B. Love returns with The Preying Pastor!

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“Are you ready for marriage? To be someone’s wife?”

Denetra smiled as her head shook. She chuckled nervously, playing with the hem of her dress as her leg began to shake. 

“Honestly, Pastor, I’m not one hundred percent sure. I love Rodney, and I want to be the best wife possible, that’s all I care about.”

With a nod, I sat up in my seat. “Well, I’m going to take care of the both of you to make sure you transition into your new roles in a healthy, loving manner.” My hand went to her exposed thigh. “Do you understand how important it is to submit and please your husband, Denetra?”

Her eyes lowered to my hand. Mouth opened partially as she swallowed and nodded her head. I could tell by the flinching of her hand that she wanted to push mine away, but she wouldn’t dare. Trusted me too much. 

“I…” She licked her lips and swallowed again. “Yes, I suppose.” Denetra smiled softly and pulled a few strands of hair behind her ear. “My father has told me that before, but he also told me to make sure that the man I marry is worth my respect and submission.”

“Is he?” She nodded. My thumb began to caress her thigh. “Am I?” Her head lowered. Eyes closed. “If I’m going to help you all prepare for marriage, I need to know that you trust me, Denetra. That you respect me. That you’re willing to submit to me.”

I used my pointer finger to lift her head by her chin, but she still avoided my eyes until I said, “Where’s that little girl that followed my rule in the choir? Is she still there?”

Denetra’s eyes clamped shut. She inhaled a deep breath and clenched her jaw with a nod. 

“Yes,” she whispered, voice shaky. “I want to do whatever it takes to be a good wife for Rodney.”

That was all I needed to hear. With a smile, I slid my hand between her thighs. I pushed her panties to the side, and her wetness didn’t surprise me. Fear and pleasure had the same reaction in women. I didn’t care what the cause of their wetness was… just as long as they grew wet for me. My thumb went to her clit. Middle finger slid between her folds. 

Biting down on my bottom lip, I held back my groan at the feel of her heat. Her thighs had squeezed shut on my wrist until I whispered into her ear, “Open your legs for me.”

Denetra did, leaning back in her chair in the process. She covered her face. Her shame. Her pleasure. Those walls began to leak more. Breathing grew heavier. Legs began to freeze. But all of that was over the second Ana’s voice permeated the room and told me Rodney was on his way back. I held my position as Denetra’s eyes doubled in size. Her eyebrows wrinkled as she whimpered, but I was betting that I could make her cum before he entered the room.

She stopped focusing on me. On the pleasure. And that was the only thing keeping her from releasing. Removing my hand from her, I stood and looked down at her with disappointment covering my face. Denetra’s head hung as she readjusted herself in her panties and pulled down her dress. 

Rodney knocked on the door and I told him to come on inside. I had to resist extending my right hand for him to shake because his fiancée’s wetness covered it. Instead, I extended my left hand and pulled him into a brotherly hug. While we embraced, I licked the remnants of Denetra from my fingers, deciding not to wash them when this was over. 

I wanted to keep her scent on me for the rest of the day.

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK - THE DEVIL WEARS YOU

Hey, beauty! Tomorrow, Shajuana McDuffy returns with The Devil Wears You

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Identify yourselves! People have been playing coy for a long time pretending to be unaware of things while pimping your gifts. They use you for their own selfish gain. They will have you thinking that they are for you while everyone else is against you. When there is no longer a need for you, the real them shows up. They pretty much pretend to be good people to only get what they want. They are ferocious people with hidden agendas, who dress themselves up as decent people, to deceive others until an assignment is complete. PERIOD! There is no nice or easy way to describe it. Like I always say, it is what it is. Just call a spirit a spirit. I was taught not to look at the person, but to look at the spirit behind the person. These kind of spirits can be so cruel that they will use you as pawns. Here is where pimping your gifts come into play. In order to gain access to certain things, there are certain gifts that you have to acquire. If there is something that I’m trying to get from you or something that I want you to do for me, I’ll have to find something that appeases to you or piques your interest for it to work out in my favor. So, if I don’t possess the qualities that you’re looking for, I’ll have to find someone who does. This is where a third party steps in. The unsuspecting person is led to believe that I need them for something. Knowing all the time I’m setting it up for you all to be able to cross paths. I may not have what they are looking for, but you do. I introduce you to them, boost you up, and heavily brag about you. Now, you have their attention, and I just used you as a bargaining chip. I used you as bait. Therefore, the odds are in my favor. The tables have turned and I have something of value that they want. This is deception and manipulation at its finest. I cannot tell you how many times I have been in these situations because I have lost count.

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK - BODY TO BODY

Hey, beauty. Tomorrow, India T. Norfleet returns with Body to Body!

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“Willow?”

“Yes?” She gulped, after finally managing to dislodge the word from her throat.

“You don’t have to turn away from me and blush. I think you’re so sexy. Look at me Willow.”

Nebraska’s soft demand made her heart race as her eyes found his. She got a real thrill from being

submissive to a man who knew how to handle her sexually and also treat her like a fucking queen. When

their eyes met this time, Nebraska gently reached for her neck and stroked her softly there before

leaning toward her and covering her lips with his in another deep hungry kiss. He slipped his tongue

between her soft lips and wrapped his tongue around hers, feeling and feeding the sweetness of her and

the fruit. He sampled and savored her with relentless strokes of anticipation and pleasure until he

decided to once again give her a break while he still could keep his erection under control.

“Oh my.” Willow covered her lips with a hand and turned away slightly to keep from letting Nebraska

know just how much that kiss had her ready to slide her p*y on his face.

“My fault for the way I keep helping myself to you but the taste of you is fucking addictive.” His bold

admission sent Willow spinning in the thrill of the moment.

Well shit, I know the fucking feeling now.

“Um, you good. I enjoyed it.”

Fuck, how could I not? I just realized that maybe I ain’t been kissed right my entire life until now.

“You did huh?” The cocky way he grinned and sat back when he asked had her horny meter shoot

through the roof. Willow didn’t know how but Nebraska had her number, he was doing every thing she

preferred a man to do when it came to getting her hot and wet. She never knew one man could turn on

so many sexual switches in her body at the same time without never having fucked before.

“Yes, I did. Maybe a bit too much though.”

“You want me to stop because the last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable or not enjoy what I’m

doing to you?”

“No, please don’t stop Nebraska. I’ve just never experienced this level of pleasure without physical play

first,” she explained shyly.

“Really, I’m surprised. Why?” Willow didn’t know if his shock was a good thing or not. “Don’t take this

the wrong way but you ooze mental stimulation, sensuality and seduction. And men who are in tune

with that part of a woman of your caliber and who can immediately recognize that in you knows that he

could have your p*y drowning in your own wetness without laying a finger on you. A sexually

compatible lover would know exactly what to do with you.”

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Love, the authors of BLP.

FINAL SNEAK PEEK - CAUGHT UP IN THE RAPTURE OF LOVE

Hey, beloved! Tomorrow, Britt Joni makes her BLP debut with Caught Up in the Rapture of Love, and you do not want to miss it!

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Wellington

“Wellington did you hear me?” she said interrupting my thoughts and bringing her soft

eyes to find mine.

“Yeah… Yeah… What all did you need?” I asked really not in the mood to leave this

serene place she’d created.

“Wells you can stay here. I’ve been dying to get my hands on Em’s Hellcat.” Jillian said

hopping up from the table and snatching up the keys to my brother’s car.

“Oh hell no. You don’t see me playing with that nest on your head so you shall not put yo

paws on my baby.” He declared taking his keys from her. “You can ride but don’t touch

nothing.”

“Whatever Em. Come on before I curse you out for talking about my hair. We’ll be back

yall.” She said as she stormed off.

Olivia chuckled at the banter of Jillian and Emerson before she went back to preparing

our meal. I sat down and responded to a few emails that seemed to be urgent. When I looked up

again she was in my face with a spoon asking me to taste her tomato sauce.

“Taste this big head.” She said before bringing the spoon to my lips.

“It tastes really good. But you knew that. You just wanted me to rub that ego a little bit.”

I chuckled as I watched her pull the rest of the sauce off the spoon. I just about came undone

with just that simple gesture.

“You just might be right.” She said while licking the rest of the rich sauce from her lips. I

watched her switch off to the sink and that did nothing to kill my wanting of her. Especially as

she wound her hips and sang all off key to John Spiltoff’s “Sing to You.” It was just the cutest

thing

“Hey Liv, dance with me baby,” I said as the song changed, and Luther started singing

about an amazing love. I pulled her close and tried to bury my face into her hair before she

pulled away

“Eww Wells, I stink.”

“Girl I would’ve ran if you smelled that bad. But don’t leave a brother hanging

sweetpea.” I said as I once again as I pulled her close to me. Seeing as she didn’t resist this time I

started to sway back and forth to the music. When I felt her hands crawl up my back, I got a little

braver and added a slow grind to my two step. When the feeling got to be too intense she looked

into my eyes and my lips came crashing down to hers. To my surprise Olivia slipped her sweet

tongue between my lips and deepened the kiss.

In a flash I lifted Livi onto the counter and started to remove her shirt as she fumbled

with my pants. Just as I suspected all day, she wasn’t wearing a bra and her Hershey kissed

nipples were begging me to taste them as my fingers found their way to her warm center. Her

slick folds were welcoming to my fingers as the started to explore the wonderful world of Olivia

Simone.

“On the counter, on the damn counter in the middle of the kitchen. Ya’ll are nasty as hell.

Remind me to never eat over here again.” Jillian cackled while I attempted to cover Olivia up.

“Jillian Marie! Get out!” Olivia yelled.

“Oh no baby girl don’t stop now it was just getting good. Hey Em come check this out.

We left these horny teenagers alone for all of twenty minutes and look what they have gotten

themselves into.” Jillian hollered falling over with laughter.

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK - QUEENDOM: A Collection of Poetry

Hey, beauty! Here’s one last look into Queendom: A Collection of Poetry by Aubreé Pynn before it goes live tomorrow!

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Darkie Felder

This crown that sits in my coils, sometimes presses against my flesh
Cutting my flesh made of the richest of melanin and making my power coated with crimson drip down
The power that was passed down from my mama…Castran
Who was given it from Agnes
Who got it from Lisher
Who got it from her mama … Darkie
Who got it from her mama … a queen enslaved
All the way back to Aminatu
I assume
This crown that sits on top of my head is heavy
It carries the spirit of my lineage
For every shackled queen
To every beaten princess
The blood that drips holds power
It’s majestic
It transcends from one empire to another
This crown represents my home
Where my soul was born
Before the shackles, the chains and the unrested spirits in the Atlantic
This crown is ...
Aminatu. Nandi. Ranavalona. Makeba. Candice. Yaa Asantewa.
Connected to all by the crimson that trickles from my richness
Because the crown that sits in my coils is heavy … my ancestors are forged in its gold.

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK - FOUNDATIONS: DALLAS AND DELANIE

Hey, beauty! Here’s one last look into Foundations: Dallas and Delanie by Nai. L. before it goes live tomorrow!

Sneak Peek

“Good, now let’s go have some fun.” I kissed her softly as I stripped her down, first her shirt, then her

shorts, next her bra, and finally her panties. After she disrobed, I led her to the chair in the middle of my

room and began to admire her.

“What are you looking at?” She asked as I put a finger on her lips.

“Shhhh baby, just trust me.” I turned towards the bed and grabbed the silk blindfold and placed it over her

eyes, then I took my silk tie and tied her arms behind her back before I kissed her lips. “Now baby, just let

me please you.” I spoke into her ear and I saw her body shiver at my words. Nodding her head, I began

my assault.

First, I took a feather and caressed her neck, behind her ears, and over her lips before I asked, “what do

you feel?”

She moaned, “the touch of a feather.” I slowly rubbed it down between her breasts, over her belly button,

and around her thighs. Her body tensed up and then released as she let out a breath. Next I blew lightly

into her ear, then down her neck, over her nipples, and right over her mound.

She moaned louder. “What are you doing to me?” she asked kind of out of breath.

“I am making you feel.” I said as I grabbed an ice cube. I placed it on the back of her neck, down the

front, over her rock-hard nipples, to her belly button and then up and down her thigh. She was panting

when I placed the ice cube on her clit, which followed by a kiss and a flick from my tongue.

“Delanie, it’s not nice to tease,” she moaned as she spoke.

“Shhhh baby.”

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK - A BREWING STORM

Hey, beauty! Tomorrow, Wynta Tyme makes her BLP debut with “A Brewing Storm: Orishas of Aye” and you do not want to sleep on this fantasy romance!

Sneak Peek

“Ogún, my love…” my sentence trailed off when he placed me onto his face.  The feel of

his thick tongue folded, slithering inside of me caused me choke on my words.  “Ohhh nooo,” I

groaned as I slowly rocked back and forth on his face. He stilled my body by wrapping his large

arms around my waist.  His honey gold optics stared into my eyes.

“Oya, I said feed me!”  He aggressively pulled my honeypot into his mouth.  

“Ahhh.”  The pleasure he exhibited ignited a fire in me I thought could no longer burn. 

The pleasure was overwhelming. 

“Mmm.  Food of the Gods.”  He groaned. I almost lost my balance because of his sexy

timbre.  So I leaned over him and held onto the headboard. My lightning bolt amulet hung

loosely around my neck and lit up.  My eyes darted to my lightning bracelet coiled around my

wrist and up to my elbow, lit up like Yoruba festival lights.  Danger was in the land and Shango

needed me. “Ogún I have to go my love.” He continued to savor me like I was a festival meal.  I

zapped him just a little.

“Awww Goddess!”  He yelled. Quickly I flew off of him.  “Oya please wait! Don’t go

my Goddess. I know you have duties to him but let him fight his own battles for once.”  He

grabbed onto my wrist, but I snatched away. 

“I also have a duty to protect my people and our land.  I’m sorry my love but I have to

go.” 

“Oya please this is not your fight. What if something happens that’s out of your

control?”  Ogún pleaded. My hand gently caressed his face as I stared into his eyes.

“If it is Olodumare will that I join him permanently, then so be it.”  Before he could stop

me, I flew out of the cave and headed straight into chaos.  I landed on the ground and took note

of my surroundings. All hell was breaking loose.  Hot lava was spilling onto our land as demons

were wreaking havoc. Shango and the other Gods were doing well but I knew they needed me.  I

hoped Ogún wasn’t distracting me this whole time so he could exact his plan on Shango. Please

say he didn’t use me this entire time. My heart began to hurt as rage filled me.  Lightning

cracked overhead as thunder boomed throughout the land. The sky turned storm gray as

whirlwinds formed around us. Everyone stopped and looked at me.

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Sample Sunday + Cover Reveals galore!

Hey, beauty!

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

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

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

at my door.

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

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

door for them.

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

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

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

different ways.

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

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

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

walk off and I lightly grabbed her wrist.

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

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

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

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

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

up Mil.

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

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

don’t want any of this.”

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

back.

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

hell.

September 26th - Queendom - Aubreé Pynn

For every crown that slipped and almost fell

For every crown that did

For every tear you let cloud your vision

For every tear that fell

For every night you spent alone trying to love yourself

For every night you didn't love yourself

For every imposter who tried to wreck your temple

For every imposter who did

This is for you, queen

This is your dedication

This is your rebirth

Pick up your crown

Wipe those tears

Love yourself wholeheartedly

Kick the thieves out the temple

Put your crown on

Walk into your Queendom

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

Olivia

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

estate once I reach the age of thirty.”

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

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

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

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

irritation brewing, I started collecting my things to leave.

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

calm down for me, sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

change your life.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

before expanding throughout her body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

changed about me.”

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

anticipation.

September 30th - The Devil Wears You - Shajuana McDuffy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

yet.

October 1st - The Preying Pastor - B. Love

Ra

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

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

“But… what if they hit you?”

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

“Do as I say, Dallas.”

“Okay,” she mumbled.

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

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

Not one reached for their gun.

“Ra…”

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

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

“You motherfuckers don’t hear me?”

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

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

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

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

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

But it was something about Dallas.

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

And now… coming in October!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-I WANT IT ALL : THE LOVE HEIST

Hey there, reader!

Guess what! It’s Sunday, but this isn’t a Sample Sunday post. That will come later. Right now we want to get you ready for tomorrow’s release while we’re still waiting for Amazon to free Mycah Edwards’ newest baby, Eat To Live.

If you aren’t signed up for our mailing list make sure you join here! We’re going to be rolling out some goodies and those on our mailing list will have first dibs if not only.

Now back to what we were saying, while we wait for Mycah’s book we want to prepare you for tomorrow’s release, I Want It All: The Love Heist by C. Monet. This book is so good but that’s a given. C. Monet gives her all time and time again, and it shows! Once you dive in you’ll see what we mean too. Until then keep scrolling and indulge yourself in one last sneak peek!

Synopsis:

A Thief and a Librarian...

Although they may seem like an unlikely pair, when love is in the air and in search of a new host, anything can happen.

Sophee O' Shea is newly single after a long relationship with her bum of a boyfriend Dru ends. Growing up in foster care, she understands and values history, but history was not as kind. After his countless excuses and broken promises she refuses to allow history to make a fool out of her anymore. As she sets out to remove Dru from her life, she runs into the man who doesn't take no for answer.

Deacon Sinclair is not afraid to take exactly what he wants, when he wants, from who he wants. In fact, he wants it all, and that includes Sophee. When he lays eyes on Sophee, he knows that with her by his side the normal life he's dreamed of is on the horizon.

With jealous friends, conniving exes, and his secret on his back, a few things will come and try to halt his plans. Will Deacon be able to steal her heart and have it all? Or Will Sophee be the challenge of a lifetime?

SNEAK PEEK

“You done?” he questioned with his lips turned into a sneer. The man was not fazed by my actions and I could feel him underestimating me with each second that passed. Once that started to happen, I felt compelled to prove my point and show up and show out. Mr. Bright as the sun would regret thinking he could as he stated before, handle me. I couldn’t be handled. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Are you, Sophee Marley O’Shea, done with all the extra bullshit? Have you not heard that you catch more flies with honey?” he asked causing my eyebrows to bunch together in confusion. His body language read control, he was in control of the situation and I was not. It was odd that I was even allowing it. Whether it was leaving abruptly, causing a scene or changing the subject smoothly I always remained in control. But with Deacon and his glare I couldn’t find the way to make that happen. I feared he would shut it down much like he had already done multiple times. 

Looking in his dark brown eyes, I knew that I was up against a different class of man. He wasn’t going to go back and forth with me. He damn sure didn’t take kindly to my outburst and bullshit as he called it. And I don’t think it had anything to do with this being a bank. Deacon Sinclair didn’t like confrontation. He didn’t thrive in bullshit or confusion. 

I smiled and answered, “Yes, I’m done for now.” 

“Good, when can I take you out?” he asked, my neck snapped, and face bunched showing my twenty-eight-year-old wrinkles. Did this man just ask me on a date? How did I not see that coming with lust dancing in his eyes every time we made eye contact? As he placed his muscular arms on the desk, I could only imagine the unlikely situations that would calm me down. Shutting the blinds, straddling him and riding him as his strong arms steadied the ride, yea that would calm the rage stirring in me. I loved a man that didn’t mind putting a woman in her place. I would forget I had a place for a piece of him. Shaking my head, my curls bounced as I got that vision out of my head.  

“Did you really just ask me on a date after I told you what I needed?” 

“I heard you loud and clear, you single now.  Dru Williams is no longer on your account and your pissy ass fifty five dollars are safe. That means it’s time for a man like me to swoop in and save the day,” he laughed which caused me to laugh also. Yep I was in the bank cussing and fussing about fifty five dollars, but they were my pissy ass fifty five dollars. Dru being the piece of shit he was wouldn’t care about the amount. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wouldn’t be in later looking to remove those very funds. I knew Dru, in fact, I had known him most of my life and back then we did what we had to survive. Times hadn’t changed for him. You couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks

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We hope you enjoyed this sneak peek! Stay tuned for Eat To Live and Sample Sunday!

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK- EAT TO LIVE

Hey hey hey!

We’re sliding in with a late night sneak peek of tomorrow release, and the title is so fitting for the hour.

Tomorrow Mycah Edwards releases Eat To Live and we’re so excited, and we’re going to get you excited too!

Just keep scrolling and you’ll see just what we mean!

SYNOPSIS

Once upon a time a girl had a sweet tooth that she could never seem to satisfy. So, to suppress her desires she worked hard. Just as she’s on the precipice of success, her vision shatters before her eyes leaving her lost, frustrated and most of all deprived. The tiny flame inside of her had only ever been a dull flicker. Until him. He ignites a fire in her core that only he could extinguish. But, they are afraid. A connection so intense and so new it’s hard to accept that it’s just right. Unlike other men he knows what he wants from the very start and what he wants is her. To have. To hold. To eat. Enter if you dare.

Disclaimer: Eat to Live is a twenty thousand something word novella. It also serves as tale two of the Grimm Brothers collection.

SNEAK PEEK

Spinning around to face Phantom I mumbled very lowly the word, “Hi.”

Phantom nodded his head with a grin. “So that’s what you sound like.”

I exhaled relief as a smile of my own materialized on my face. “You good?” With my teeth I tugged at my bottom lip.

I shrugged and truthfully admitted, “I’ve felt better.” 

Since my eyes were fixated on his, I knew he got ready to say more before he stopped. Only then did I notice how silent it was outside though there were at least five other people nearby. Shifting the direction of my head I noticed that our friends were actively listening in on our conversation. 

“Y’all don’t have nothing better to do?” Phantom barked with his facial features bunched together. When no one made an effort to give us some distance Phantom focused back on me and suggested, “You want to take a walk somewhere?” 

I ran my hands along the front of my heavily perspired thighs. It was hot outside, but Phantom was hotter. Each second that passed of me outlining his features I was certain that they’d be picking me up from the heated concrete soon. With another glance over my shoulder, I silently consulted my friends which was pointless. I read in their eyes exactly what I knew they wanted to say. They encouraged me to accept the offer and capitalize on the opening Phantom created by suggesting alone time.

Looking back at him I simply nodded. 

“Cool,” he reversed nodded for me to follow him which I did. There was a lot of whooping and hollering but neither of us turned around to acknowledge the silly antics of our friends.

Once we were bending the corner Phantom spoke again. “To be honest I couldn’t think of no smooth shit to say with all those eyes and I’m trying to make a good impression.” His honesty was cute. So, I blushed of course, and he had to speak on it. “You have a beautiful smile...” 

It took a few seconds for me to realize that he was inquiring my name. In all the years we’d loosely dealt with each other I guess it never came up.

“Raury.” 

“Raury… Is that short for Ferrari?” Unable to contain my laughter it bubbled out of me loudly as I shook my head no. No one had ever made that comparison with my name before.

“Damn, that would’ve been fire. Phantom and Ferrari.”

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Phantom is a mans man, and we canNOT wait for you to meet him! Keep your eyes opened for when this baby drops tomorrow!

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-FEEL MY LOVE

Yes we’re back AGAIN!

We’re supplying you will ALL the weekend reads!

Today we had a double release day! (happy dance) Storm Writer’s BLP debut, Surrender Your Heart To Me and Monica Walters, Blindsided By Love are both available for your indulgence, so if you haven’t grabbed those yet go do that!

But we’re not done!

Tomorrow, Ivy Laika is delivering another perfect addition to your weekend reads with, Feel My Love. To get you ready for that, we have one final sneak peek to share, so keep scrolling to dive in!

SYNOPSIS

Hardworking. There’s no better word to describe Afrika Phillips. When the opportunity arises for a position in the finance department at a black-owned tech company, she feels as though she is a shoe-in. 

There’s only one problem—Warren.

The two of them meet in the most unconventional way. 

Warren Johnson is stubborn and guarded. His only focus is his career. Against his will, his encounter with Afrika forces him to question his beliefs. The biggest one: there’s not a place in his life to love.

As fate would have it, Afrika and Warren take each other through a journey that teaches them that no one is perfect and that growth is constant.

At the end, the question still remains, will the two let love in?

SNEAK PEEK

Afrika

My bare feet planted on my wooden floor. Shock on my face. Amity and fury fighting against one another to win a battle over my emotions.

“What are you doing at my house? How in the world did you even get my address?”

Not bothering to ask my permission, he maneuvered his way into my house and began walking around the living room. He must’ve lost his mind since the last time I saw him.

“It smells really good in here. Are you cooking?” He started walking to the kitchen and that’s when anger took over. Slamming the door shut, I followed behind him.

“Are you deaf? No, that’s giving you too much credit. You’re dumb, aren’t you?”

He turned around so quick that I bumped into his chest. “Afrika, I am sorry. It was wrong of me to do what I did.”

His words alone caused rage to lose the war. Peace had taken over. “Why are you here? I told her to tell you no.”

He picked me up and positioned me on the kitchen counter. I should’ve had more control but then again, he took it all by touching me with his strong hands. “No, you told her to tell me to kiss your ass. If that’s what it takes for you to take my offer, then I’m willing to do it.”

Warren’s smirk melted my heart. I should’ve been angry. But I just couldn’t stay angry with him grinning at me. His cheekbones were higher than the high he was giving me. Though, I wasn’t going to make it easy for him to get in my good graces. “Why are you here Warren?”

“I didn’t realize how beautiful you are. I mean, I did but this. How you are right now, you are breath taking.”

“Warren....” I appreciated his compliments; however, it wasn’t the time for it. My large curly hair was in a messy bun. I was wearing destressed denim shorts and an oversized t-shirt. If anything, I looked regular. 

He moved closer and stood in between my legs. I expected my body to tense up. It did the opposite by relaxing instead. “Afrika I am sorry. I was wrong. I’ve never admitted that to anyone before. After reviewing your file, something I should’ve done from the beginning, I saw that you were well qualified. You deserve the job. The interview was more of a formality. The job is yours, just say yes.”

“No.”

He groaned and pinched the brim of his nose, “What do I have to do? Whatever it is, I’ll do it. I need you.”

I knew he meant he needed me for the finance manager position. My mind knew that’s what made sense. That’s what his words meant. His tone is what had me thinking that there may have been a deeper meaning. It made my heart feel something different. “I’m not working for someone with that twisted viewpoint.”

“I was wrong.”

“You were.”

“Let me make it right,” Warren requested.

“You can’t.”

“Let me try.” I remained silent. “Go out with me,” he demanded.

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Hope you’re as ready for Afrika and Warren as we are!

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK-BLINDSIDED BY LOVE

Hey hey hey!

It’s almost the weekend! And nothing makes a weekend more perfect than a good read, which we’ve got covered!

Tomorrow Monica Walters releases, Blindsided by Love, and we have one final sneak peek left to share with you!

If confidence was a women’s size twenty, then its name would have to be Aspen St. Andrews. The thirty-one-year-old freelance journalist is living life on her own terms, except in one area. Love. She feels somewhat stuck in an engagement to a man that she once loved, until things began to change once they decided to cohabitate. They argue about her career as if it’s a hobby and Aspen is sick of it. As their engagement is on the verge of being dissolved, she decides to take a trip to the little town of Nome, Texas to interview farmers about their livestock that are mysteriously dying. What she doesn’t expect, is to meet a man that threatens to change everything she found attractive in a man. Aspen couldn’t have these sorts of desires for a stranger who was tactless and rude. No matter how pitiful her relationship was, she was still engaged to be married.

Seven Storm Henderson is a man that knows what he wants. Until he finds it, or he stumbles upon it, he chooses to live life to the fullest. Being the youngest of seven children, he’s used to getting his way. He owns a full-service center and mechanic shop and his family pretty much owns the entire town. But what he loves is taking care of the animals in their pastures, especially the cattle. Women are willing to throw themselves at his feet, but he only wants one thing from them. Even with him being rude and nasty to most of them, they still continue to chase the Storm. One day, what he feels is his destiny, drops in his lap, but he soon realizes that she isn’t like most chicks he dealt with. She was all woman.

Storm and Aspen have a rocky start, because Storm can’t seem to speak intelligently enough to woo Aspen. He realizes that she may be too good for him, but that doesn’t stop his pursuit. Will Storm make the necessary changes to have Aspen all to himself or will Aspen make the necessary changes in her life to actually give Storm a chance?

SNEAK PEEK

“Storm, I just want you to know that just because I’m nervous, it doesn’t mean that I will regret being with you. I haven’t slept with another man in over four years. Carlos has been the only one during that time. That’s what my nerves are about. So, quit being this weak ass Storm that don’t know if it wanna make landfall.”

His eyebrows shot up. “What the fuck you said to me? You been around Jasper’s ass too much today. Weak ass storm, huh? So, you want catastrophic damage.”

He reached over and dug in his nightstand. I got on my knees and slurped his shit up. That dick was so beautiful. Not a blemish in sight. It had just the right amount of girth and it was as long as I thought it would be from looking at his dick print. Storm grabbed my hair and pulled me off it. He was holding my hair tightly as he looked at me. While licking his lips, he slowly lowered me back to his dick.

He was so fucking sexy, I’d be his private concubine for the rest of my life. As I began pleasing him with my mouth, he thrusted and damn near made me throw up. I should have let weak ass Storm hang around in the Gulf, because I had a feeling he was gonna have me calling on Jesus in just a minute. I adjusted to his thrusts as the tears fell from my eyes and let him fuck my mouth. The grip he had on my hair, let me know he was in full control and I’d given him that with my slick ass mouth.

I did my best to suck the hell out of it while he thrusted and evidently, I was doing just that because he whispered, “Fuck, Aspen!”

That only propelled me forward, sucking harder, moaning as I did so, like his dick was a delicious ass popsicle that I couldn’t get enough of. Storm was so man, in every sense of the word, but he was gonna give in to me tonight, whether he wanted to or not. His control was crumbling as I wore his dick out with my best work. He’d stopped thrusting as hard and was enjoying what I was doing to him. My hair was free of his grasp, but he now had his palm on the side of my face, his fingers threaded through my hair.

When I looked up at him, his stare was on me and it was one of passion, desire and admiration of my skills. He’d underestimated my sexual prowess. But I was putting him on notice, and he didn’t know how to handle that from me, his lil bougie baby, as he’d called me jokingly in one of our phone conversations. I continued to stare at him, watching him bite his bottom lip. He hadn’t made much sound, but I knew he was fighting it. His facial expressions and body language were saying it all. They were saying, please baby don’t stop and suck the fuck out of your dick.

And my dick it was. Everything in his demeanor was submitting to the power I was stripping from him as I indulged from root to tip. His dick was down my damn throat, but I’d gotten in the right position to be able take almost all of him and he seemed overwhelmed by it all. “Aspen, shit. I’m about to nut.”

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK-SURRENDER YOUR HEART TO ME

Hey, Reader!

Tomorrow Storm Writer releases her BLP debut, Surrender Your Heart To Me, and we have one final sneak peek to share with you before it goes live!

F*ck love!

That’s what 24-year-old Kalise Jones has been screaming since she was old enough to know what it was. After witnessing the turmoil and heartbreak that her mother endured from her and her brother Ahmad’s father’s, on top of going through a tragedy that changed her life forever, it left a negative imprint on her mind that men didn’t really love women. Only what was between their legs.

She was fine with being free-spirited, but when Malcolm comes in and swoops her off her feet, she is torn between her old self and the woman Malcolm was making her out to be.

Malcolm, unlike his brother Nasir, doesn’t mind falling in love, he just hasn’t found the right one – until he meets Kalise, the smart-mouthed rude girl who has kept him interested from the start. Falling in love was the least of his worries, as the secret he has been keeping for a while threatens his life, he must fight through it so he can live his happily ever after with Kalise.

Join Malcolm and Kalise on their journey of love, lies, and secrets that will leave you wondering if she will Surrender Her Heart to Him. Download your copy today!

Kalise

What is love?

I question the meaning of it every day. Love to me, is an acronym for bullshit. L.O.V.E. Lies Over Valid Emotions. Just pure bullshit. Love has me sitting here with a .22, a joint, and a pint of Seagram’s Gin. Yeah, I said gin. My mother always said that gin makes you sin, and I had every intention of committing the ultimate sin tonight. I was for sure going to meet the devil whenever my time comes.

I cursed the day that I ever met Malcolm Iman fucking Lewis. He made me love him, when I wasn’t looking for the shit in the first place. We were supposed to just be having fun. That fucking, eating, and leaving with no strings type of fun. But nah. He wanted more from me, but in return, gives me the fuck you finger. He was still out here being the hoe that he was born to be, but wants me to be the submissive, doting, loving girlfriend. I was twenty-four years old.

I was supposed to be letting out my inner hoe right now, but no. I'm sitting in my car, stalking and watching this nigga court some random bottom of the barrel bitch. I mean, the bitch wasn’t even cute, sexy, or not even okay looking.

Nothing!

Just straight ugly! Ugly, ugly, ugly.

I laughed because he doesn’t even care enough to hide the dirty bitch. Just out here straight disrespecting me. When my best friend, Amora, and I first met the Lewis brothers, we both knew their asses were crazy.

Amora was able to tame Nasir though.

That nigga went from straight savage, to a loving husband and father in the matter of months. Amora had Nasir’s ass wrapped around her finger. That nigga couldn’t move unless she gave the okay.

Now don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t a weak nigga, but if Mo disagreed with anything, he would retreat. Why the fuck Mal couldn’t be like that?

I know he’s not his brother, but damn. I liked to think I could calm his hot-headed ass down too. But obviously not. I couldn’t even look at another nigga or he would jump stupid. It was okay though. I was about to end his very fucking existence. Ol’ tack head ass nigga! It wasn’t like this six months ago. We were actually good, but somewhere along the line, he switched up on me. Which was why I was sitting here, in my car, waiting on nightfall to make my move.

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Hope you’re ready for this debut! It’s one you don’t want to miss!

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-INDIGO HAZE 4

Are you ready

The finale we’ve all been waiting for drops TOMORROW! Aubreé Pynn has taken us one glorious ride. One that has made us feel every emotion possible, and she’s back to take us one more with Indie and Taj!

So buckle up because tomorrow we see just how this romance turns out! For now, we have one final sneak peek to hold you over!

My job is to make you comfortable enough to be yourself...

Taj's sense of security and stability that Indigo has provided is threatening to be snatched away from her. While she's left in limbo about Indie's past sins, Indie is trying to tie up all loose ends. There is nothing he wants more than to live life with Taj in peace.

While Indie is trying to protect Taj's peace, she's trying to heal every part of her heart that has been damaged in the last four years.

Will Taj and Indie get everything that their hearts desire, or will the damage of all the sins committed be the end of the haze they found themselves in?

Find out in the series finale of Indigo Haze: Thug Love is the Best Love.

SNEAK PEEK

Taj’s fingers were coated in coconut oil as she massaged his scalp. He basked in the moment enjoying Taj serve him. He placed a kiss on her inner thigh and released a sigh.

Taj’s voice was soft and soothing. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing at the moment, I got a damn headache,” he muttered. Without missing a beat, Taj popped up and scurried over to her bag to return with a tiny vile of oil, taking her former position. She carefully dapped a tiny amount of oil on her fingertips and put the top back on it. Placing her fingers on his temples, Taj massaged the oil softly. Indie’s shoulders relaxed and his head fell back deeper in her lap.

His eyes slowly opened and locked with her large brown eyes looking back at him. “What are you doing to me, girl?”

She chuckled softly and said, “Taking care of you. Rosemary is good for headaches. A trick I picked up from my mom.”

“That’s good shit,” he mumbled, relaxing more. “If only she taught you how to cook.”

“You got jokes like I won’t wrap my legs around you and smother you.” She giggled, not taking her eyes off of his.

He smiled and licked his lips. “I’ll eat my way out.”

“Stop! You’re nasty.”

“You like it,” he rumbled taking in a deep breath.

Taj hummed and moved her hands from his temples back to his scalp. “You be knowin’. Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

Indie swallowed and traced his fingers along her leg. “I’m at a point where I can’t carry everything and everyone anymore...I’m over getting locked up over bullshit. Don’t get me wrong, I love them. Ricky and I have been to war together and with each other but I’m getting too old for this shit. I earned my stripes, I did what I was supposed to do for him, for the set, for my hood. I want to live my life and not worry about what’s around the next corner.”

Taj’s hands rested on the side of his face now, eyes still connected. He had all of her attention. The connection they shared was beautiful, like one of those paintings that hung up in your grandmother’s house celebrating black love. Indie sat between her thighs contently in a pair of boxer briefs and his bare tattooed and scarred chest. Taj gladly accepted him to rest his troubles in her lap. Her college tshirt hung off her shoulders and the boy shorts she wore hugged her hips enough for Indie to admire how sexy she was without trying. Her large hair fell over her face like a veil.

“You’re not done yet, babe,” Taj replied.

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SAMPLE SUNDAY TIMES FOUR

BLP here!

We’re interrupting your football yelling, movie watching, early munchy eating Sunday to bring you FOUR samples of the next set of BLP releases!

If you haven’t already noticed September is going to be EPIC. In fact it already is! We have new authors, new releases, and lots and lots of love! We’re making sure we leave our mark on these last few months.

And we hope you’re ready!

Alright, now lets get into these samples!

First, we have Aubreé Pynn delivering the highly anticipated finale, Indigo Haze 4: Thug Love Is The Best Love, releasing September 18th

Synopsis

My job is to make you comfortable enough to be yourself...

Taj's sense of security and stability that Indigo has provided is threatening to be snatched away from her. While she's left in limbo about Indie's past sins, Indie is trying to tie up all loose ends. There is nothing he wants more than to live life with Taj in peace. 

While Indie is trying to protect Taj's peace, she's trying to heal every part of her heart that has been damaged in the last four years.

Will Taj and Indie get everything that their hearts desire, or will the damage of all the sins committed be the end of the haze they found themselves in?

Find out in the series finale of Indigo Haze: Thug Love is the Best Love.

Sample 

Taj

Her nerves were through the roof. Taj couldn’t even enjoy the beauty of Indie’s beachfront home. Instead of roaming around and taking in the scenery of waves crashing against the ocean and the breeze coming through the cracked window, she gnawed at the corner of her mouth. She sat on the steps of the house anxiously biting her lip and waiting for Indie to walk into the house. The thought of anything happening to take him off his path was upsetting her. That was followed by the thought of anyone taking him away from her. That unsettled her more.

"Baby," Joey spoke up walking outside and sitting on the step by her. She flashed a small smile at him and straightened herself up. "You good?"

Taj let a huff of air push through her nostrils and pushed her curls out her face after letting her lip free. "No, but when he gets here, I will be though."

Joey couldn't fight the smile that took over his face. Seeing that after all this time Taj was still captivated by his brother and nothing could really pull her away from him was beautiful.

"You know, growing up in the hood, you don't see shit like this," Joey stated handing her a glass of water. "Don't see shit like this. This love y'all got it’s fucking beautiful although it could've been the love we shared…but I get it."

Joey's statement made Taj giggle and pull herself out of her anxiety and sigh causing her thoughts to reset. "Joey…"

 "No need to let me down easy. Like I said, I get it. You're good for him. For a very long time I've watched him live for the people. He has that pioneer spirit; he wants to take everyone out their situation and make life easier for them and for a long time he lost himself because he lost you. He might never say it out of his mouth but that shit fucked with him. I'm happy he got you back, happy you let him back in." 

Joey's smile was wide and warm. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. Letting her go and seeing Indie pull up in an Uber, he let out a sigh of relief. "But if he ever leaves you again…big daddy got you."

 Taj burst into a fit of giggles before she stood to her feet and met Indie halfway down the sidewalk. She examined the scowl across his face and placed her hand on his chest. Indie's heart raged against his chest but the touch of Taj's hand calmed it down momentarily. Her eyes were soft and his shoulders fell slightly.

"I'm not talking about it out here," Indie rumbled. "Let's go inside."

She nodded her head and walked inside the house in front of him. Joey closed the door behind them and looked at Indie run his hand over his face with agitation. "Joey, I'm going to need you to go to the site tomorrow and oversee everything. I'll pay you and all that so your parole officer can see you have a legit job and we don’t have any issues out of her."

"Aight bet. Everything cool?" 

Indie rolled his lips over another and bounced his eyes from Taj to Joey. "Let me talk to her and we'll get up with you in a few."

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Next up we have Storm Writer with her BLP debut, Surrender Your Heart to Me, releasing September 19th

Synopsis

F*ck love!

That’s what 24-year-old Kalise Jones has been screaming since she was old enough to know what it was. After witnessing the turmoil and heartbreak that her mother endured from her and her brother Ahmad’s father’s, on top of going through a tragedy that changed her life forever, it left a negative imprint on her mind that men didn’t really love women. Only what was between their legs.

She was fine with being free-spirited, but when Malcolm comes in and swoops her off her feet, she is torn between her old self and the woman Malcolm was making her out to be. 

Malcolm, unlike his brother Nasir, doesn’t mind falling in love, he just hasn’t found the right one – until he meets Kalise, the smart-mouthed rude girl who has kept him interested from the start. Falling in love was the least of his worries, as the secret he has been keeping for a while threatens his life, he must fight through it so he can live his happily ever after with Kalise.

Join Malcolm and Kalise on their journey of love, lies, and secrets that will leave you wondering if she will Surrender Her Heart to Him.

Sample

Seven months after leaving South Asia...

Malcolm Iman Lewis

“Mal, no please! Please man! I’m gone get you the money! I promise! I just need a little time! I need my fingers man! You gone do me like this bro?” Gip, one of the security guards at Midnight Blue’s said as I had him tied to the chair at the slaughterhouse. Somewhere over the course of us partnering with MB, this nigga decides he wants to get greedy and start stealing some of the profits, like a nigga wouldn’t find out. Being that Nas was in marital bliss and being a new father, I was put in the forefront of running the clubs and the security team. Supposedly, this thieving ass fucker had been doing this shit for years. Blue’s dumbass never even noticed it. It took me and Nas to come in and run shit for us to catch this nigga sticking his hand in the cookie jar.

“Nigga, what makes you think that I want to hear that shit? You’re here for a reason. Once you in this mu’fucka, there’s no leaving. Only wrapped in plastic and a sheet.”

“Please, Mal…” He still continued to beg. What part didn’t this nincompoop understand?

“Nigga, shut thee faawwk up,” I said. Inside, I was laughing my ass off, but on the outside my face was stone. “I’m not a nice guy, so I don’t want to hear ya begging,” I told him. I grabbed his hand roughly and placed it on the table beside him. “Now this is going to hurt a little.” 

“No! No! PLEASE!” He yelled. I picked up the sledgehammer and brought it down with force.

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After Storm Writer we have Monica Walters bringing you, Blindsided By Love, on September 20th

Synopsis

If confidence was a women’s size twenty, then its name would have to be Aspen St. Andrews. The thirty-one-year-old freelance journalist is living life on her own terms, except in one area. Love. She feels somewhat stuck in an engagement to a man that she once loved, until things began to change once they decided to cohabitate. They argue about her career as if it’s a hobby and Aspen is sick of it. As their engagement is on the verge of being dissolved, she decides to take a trip to the little town of Nome, Texas to interview farmers about their livestock that are mysteriously dying. What she doesn’t expect, is to meet a man that threatens to change everything she found attractive in a man. Aspen couldn’t have these sorts of desires for a stranger who was tactless and rude. No matter how pitiful her relationship was, she was still engaged to be married.

Seven Storm Henderson is a man that knows what he wants. Until he finds it, or he stumbles upon it, he chooses to live life to the fullest. Being the youngest of seven children, he’s used to getting his way. He owns a full-service center and mechanic shop and his family pretty much owns the entire town. But what he loves is taking care of the animals in their pastures, especially the cattle. Women are willing to throw themselves at his feet, but he only wants one thing from them. Even with him being rude and nasty to most of them, they still continue to chase the Storm. One day, what he feels is his destiny, drops in his lap, but he soon realizes that she isn’t like most chicks he dealt with. She was all woman.

Storm and Aspen have a rocky start, because Storm can’t seem to speak intelligently enough to woo Aspen. He realizes that she may be too good for him, but that doesn’t stop his pursuit. Will Storm make the necessary changes to have Aspen all to himself or will Aspen make the necessary changes in her life to actually give Storm a chance?

Sample 

I couldn’t wait for Storm to get home. I’d cooked his favorite, ox tails, black-eyed peas with rice, cabbage and candied yams. Although I’d spent a fortune at the grocery store in Sour Lake, it was worth it for Storm. I could’ve gotten this for half the price in Houston. Once I’d cooked his meal, I cleaned up a bit just to give myself something to do. I put on some extremely short shorts and a tank top that my titties would easily spill out of, after soaking in the tub, preparing my body for tonight’s festivities.

When I heard Storm in the driveway, I slipped on my heels and prepared to meet him at the door. He’d had a rough day already, so I was praying that the second half of his day was a little easier. When I heard his keys, I walked closer to the door and struck a pose. I giggled inside, because I felt a little silly doing this. But the way he made me feel, pulled even more confidence out of me and made me feel like the most desired woman in the world. I brought my hand up to my head and grabbed my hair.

Focusing my eyes on the door when it opened, I felt a tinge of nervousness course through me. Storm looked pissed as he closed the door, but the way all that shit left his face when he saw me, was priceless. He tucked his bottom lip in his mouth and scanned my body from head to toe. “Hey, baby. How was the rest of your day?”

“Shit, I don’t even remember, now,” he said as he made his way to me, holding his dick through his pants. “Fuck, Aspen. You sexy as hell.”

I smiled at him, then put my arms around his neck when he’d made it to me. “You sexy as hell, too. I can’t wait to see what category you gon’ unleash on me tonight.”

“Category? Naw. This shit is about to be the deadliest tornado you ever seen.”

He gripped my ass tightly, causing me to flinch, then lowered his mouth to my neck. “Storm, we can’t start yet. I cooked for you, baby.”

“But I got my dinner right here,” he mumbled against my neck.

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Last, but never least we have thee ever so talented Ivy Laika, delivering us another beautifully crafted romance, Feel My Love, releasing September 21st

Synopsis

Hardworking. There’s no better word to describe Afrika Phillips. When the opportunity arises for a position in the finance department at a black-owned tech company, she feels as though she is a shoe-in. 

There’s only one problem—Warren.

The two of them meet in the most unconventional way. 

Warren Johnson is stubborn and guarded. His only focus is his career. Against his will, his encounter with Afrika forces him to question his beliefs. The biggest one: there’s not a place in his life to love.

As fate would have it, Afrika and Warren take each other through a journey that teaches them that no one is perfect and that growth is constant.

At the end, the question still remains, will the two let love in?

Sample

Warren

I intertwined her right hand with mine. The energy that we instantly transferred to one another forced us to look down at our hands. She went to pull away, but I held on to it tighter. “Do you believe in fate?”

She bit on her bottom right side of her lip. With her free hand, she pulled her thick hair away from her face. “Not until I met you.”

That was not what I was expecting to hear but I went with her, “Whatever reason that brought us together, whether it was for you to get the job you deserved, for me to become a better man, or for you to become wife, I want you to be a part of my life.”

Hiding her smile, she said, “You’re only saying that for me to say yes to taking the job offer.” 

Afrika couldn’t have been more wrong. I truly wanted her in any way that life permitted me to have her. Ideally, it would be as my partner in life, but I couldn’t say that either. To say that would mean I would have to date her. If I were being honest, I wasn’t ready for that.

I raised Afrika’s hand to my lips and planted a soft kiss to the back of it. “There’s a little truth to that,” I said jokingly.

She pulled her hand from me and pushed my chest. Letting the dessert cool down, we went back to the table to finish eating our food. Dessert was going to be saved for the movie. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Can I marry you? The answer is no. You have to take me to South Africa first not just pay my way there.”

Afrika was making it hard for me not say forget everything and pursue her. Every time she said something in humor, she’d smile sweetly at me. Each smile taking down a brick around the wall that protected my heart. It no longer felt like protection. With Afrika it began to feel as if it was barricaded.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” And there she went blushing again. With Afrika, I was playing with fire. She was dangerous but I had to touch it. She’d consume me and her passion alone would burn me alive. Was I ready for it, no. But I wanted it. I wanted her. 

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September is just getting started! Make sure you stay tuned for more samples and sneak peeks!

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-DON'T BREAK ME

Tomorrow ASH LEY brings you the book bae of the summer in her new release, Don’t Break Me. Now we don’t want all out wars to break out over this man but if it happens it’s completely understandable!

To get you ready we have one final sneak peek to share with you before the fighting commences.

SYNOPSIS

For 18-year-old Pepper Matthews, college is supposed to be the perfect chance for her to reinvent herself. It’s supposed to be the opportunity that she does a little partying, make friends, and discover who she really is. Memories and traumas from a painful childhood make the dream seem unattainable. Try as she might, she struggles opening up and letting people in. It’s not until she finally steps outside of her comfort zone, doing something so drastic from her normal behavior, that things change resulting in an unlikely friendship. With this friendship came the confidence to continue trying new things. For Pepper, that meant opening herself up completely without fear. 

Vick Yates is a college senior struggling with the uncertainty of his future. Having lived such a lavish life at a young age, he wants nothing more than to make some sort of a difference for those not as fortunate, however, without his family’s blessing, he is unsure of what to do. The last thing he wants is to become like his father, but it seems inevitable. 

The attraction between Pepper and Vick isn’t instantaneous. He finds himself on her bad side but knows immediately that it won’t be his final destination. He is more than smitten with the guarded beauty and is determined to break down the walls she has set up to protect herself. In the process, she does the same, showing him that there was more to life than anything he could have ever imagined. A connection is formed but with different backgrounds and personalities, it’s not easy for them to find the common ground they so desperately seek. The one thing they can seem to agree on is not wanting to be hurt by the other. Will they be able to put their uncertainties to the side or will fear leave them both broken beyond repair?

SNEAK PEEK

“I’m okay, Vick. I didn’t mean to scare you or anything,” she explained. 

“It’s going to take a lot more than you calling me in the middle of the night, no explanation or anything, to put some fear in my heart.”

I was joking and was glad she was able to find the humor in my comment. She really had no idea how nervous I was that something was wrong. She would’ve called JoJo, Jasper and probably anyone else before me, so of course I panicked. Now that I knew she was okay, I was able to relax. I’d say breathe easier, but knowing she was on the other line still had me struggling with such a simple task. 

“I’m sorry. It’s so late and you probably want to sleep.”

“I don’t want to do anything but hear your voice, Pepper.”

“You’re so sweet. Even if I kind of don’t deserve it.”

“Don’t say that. I messed up not you.”

“No. I mean, yeah you did but still. It didn’t give me the right to just tell you one thing and I ended up doing another. And I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have…”

“Please let me get it all out while I still even have the nerve.”

I exhaled but did as she asked. She really no reason to apologize and I didn’t want to hear her doing so. There was so much more we could have been discussing. How life had been treating her, did she miss me like I did her and some more shit. Still, I put all that to the side. It wasn’t about what I wanted. It was about her and what she wanted. What she needed, actually.

“I ended things before they actually got started. Worse than that, I ran. Which is becoming a habit of mine when it comes to you. I just... I really like and care for you, so much Vick. I feel things that I haven’t felt before and when I’m with you, it’s always something new. All I know is avoid it, but even without you around, I still feel all of it.”

She laughed after that. It wasn’t a humorous or amused one. If anything, the pitch had me wondering if she were embarrassed. 

“I’m sorry if I ever did or said anything that made you uncomfortable or even pressured into something you didn’t want,” I said. 

“It’s not that. I wanted it but I was scared. And as terrible as it is, what happened with Kya gave me a reason to back out. I sound so silly even saying that, but it’s the truth. It was supposed to be easier pulling away before I fell any harder, but that’s not how it’s happening. I miss you so much and I think about you every single day.”

I wanted to tell her I missed her too, but something told me she wasn’t finished speaking just yet. She allowed me to speak before, but from the way her breathing increased, I knew she wouldn’t be so kind this time. 

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” I told her.

“You remember telling me that you’d take care of me in any way that I need? Does that still happen to be an option?”

I was pulling the phone away from my ear at the question. I didn’t know what the hell I expected her to say, but it wasn’t that. It caught me so off guard, that I found myself sitting up. I couldn’t believe this shit. I wanted to jump up and down, yell my answer out loud enough for the world to hear, but I wasn’t sure if that’s what she wanted. The only thing I was sure of was the answer she wanted, and I was more than happy to give it her.

“Yes. No questions asked.”

She didn’t say anything after that. The line got so quiet, I thought I took too long to answer, and the call dropped. She loudly gasped, as if she really thought I was going to answer in any other way. I prepared to break the silence when there was a knock on the door. As I almost did with the late-night phone call, I considered ignoring the late-night visitor, but with the way things were going, I didn’t want to miss out on something unexpected happening. In the time it took for me to get to the door, the knocking started again. This time, it was so loud, I could hear it echoing in the phone. There was no need for me to even look through the peephole because of it… 

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK-IF I COULD BE YOUR GIRL

Hey, Reader!

To ensure you’re ready for tomorrow’s release we’re gonna share one last look into this beautiful story!

SYNOPSIS

Isysis Harmony Rainer is a beautiful bottle girl at one of Atlanta’s hottest clubs, Urban Dreamz. At almost twenty-five, she’s already got the beautiful car, the big home, and hopes to bring her makeup artist dreams to life. The only issue is, as exciting as her life may seem, it came at the cost of her sister’s sacrifice. To repay the price, Isysis takes on the responsibilities that in turn may cost her every instance of joy in her own life.

Dameon “Dame” Carter is a calculated connect who has made his living off the streets since he and his little sister, Demi, lost their parents in a tragic accident. He’s been raising her like his own for a solid decade, and because of that and his upbringing, he’s nothing like your average product of the streets. He’s opted out of the diamonds, mansions, and flashy things for two reasons. He’s got a vison of the way he wants things to be at his peak, and the woman on his arm is teetering the fence of proving worthy to go to the next level… destined to be left in the past. 

With Demi being Isysis’ best friend, and Dame being the owner of Urban Dreamz, Isysis and Dame find themselves caught in the crossfires of connections that may prove to be a beautiful disaster. Find out what happens in this soul grabbing, drama filled whirlwind.

SNEAK PEEK

“Stop that shit. If I can’t touch your pretty ass, then you can’t be unarming a niggas personal restraints with those brown eyes of yours. Eyes ahead.” 

I smacked my teeth, laughing as I surrendered to take my seat.  As sad as it could seem, his recognition was all that was needed to please me. Just seeing that he saw me, and I mean really saw me, was a completing feeling in its own. There was something about the way he rationed his affection and feelings for me that made me feel secure in the plans he held for him and me. 

“That little dress is coming off when you get home and I’m taking it with me.”

“Wh-Wait-wha?” I gasped, completely riddled by his words. My mind went rolling like a slot machine with shocked responses and I couldn’t pull one to my stuttering lips.

“Let me be clear. When you get home, you can take it off and bring it out to me. I’ll wait outside. You just can’t wear that dress living in the same city as me,” he clarified as he stopped at a red light and took an anguishing, slow look of my body in the dress like he’d done multiple times tonight. 

I’d felt him every time, threatening to bring out my true desires. Those serious eyes carnally gleamed and I got so lost in them I could almost hear my erotic screams as I imagined what that body of his could do to me. He drug his tongue across his full lips and I felt the heat between my thighs rise. 

Sucking in deep breath, I forced an exhale through an onset of lust driven panting. “Dameon Romell Carter,” I nearly moaned. 

“Isysis…Harmony Rainer, don’t say my name like that. Real shit.”

“Or what?” I asked, turning toward him in my seat. My dress rose dangerously high, distracting him from the road. I ran my hand up my oiled, exposed skin wishing it were his making the fine hairs rise. Almost as if it was summoned, his right hand came toward me, but he gripped the gear instead and I smiled at the challenge that was before me. “Or what, Dameon Romell Carter?” I asked even more sensually this time. He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, swerving as I put an extra curve to my spine, making my breasts seep a bit more from the sides of my dress. There wasn’t much material left before a nip slipped.

“Or Ima have to pull over, so stop.”

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SAMPLE SUNDAY TIMES THREE

Happy Sunday Loves!

Being that it is Sunday you should already know what that means!

SAMPLES!!!

Three of them in fact! Three beautifully written, and intentionally crafted stories that not only sets the tone for our September releases, but is a reminder of what BLP is known for. We deliver beautifully crafted romance. With every release we give our all and we won’t stop.

So we hope you enjoy.

With that being said, lets dive into these samples.

First up we have Lex. C. with, If I Could Be Your Girl, releasing in just two short days!

Synopsis:

Isysis Harmony Rainer is a beautiful bottle girl at one of Atlanta’s hottest clubs, Urban Dreamz. At almost twenty-five, she’s already got the beautiful car, the big home, and hopes to bring her makeup artist dreams to life. The only issue is, as exciting as her life may seem, it came at the cost of her sister’s sacrifice. To repay the price, Isysis takes on the responsibilities that in turn may cost her every instance of joy in her own life.

Dameon “Dame” Carter is a calculated connect who has made his living off the streets since he and his little sister, Demi, lost their parents in a tragic accident. He’s been raising her like his own for a solid decade, and because of that and his upbringing, he’s nothing like your average product of the streets. He’s opted out of the diamonds, mansions, and flashy things for two reasons. He’s got a vison of the way he wants things to be at his peak, and the woman on his arm is teetering the fence of proving worthy to go to the next level… destined to be left in the past.

With Demi being Isysis’ best friend, and Dame being the owner of Urban Dreamz, Isysis and Dame find themselves caught in the crossfires of connections that may prove to be a beautiful disaster. Find out what happens in this soul grabbing, drama filled whirlwind.

SAMPLE

It was clear the connection between us was growing. The weight of our personal situations was growing weaker against the magnetic pulling of our subconscious. I could ignore it all I wanted, in the flesh, but Isysis was pulling on a niggas spirit. My body was just trying to follow.

“Isysis,” I said, reaching out and wrapping an around her midsection. She knew I was behind her little ass halfway down the hallway and had no intention of stopping. 

“Isysis is really not even here right now, Dameon. She doesn’t want to talk,” she said, stopping and crossing her arms as I chuckled at her third person reference.

“Then let me speak to Harmony.” She sighed, instantly relaxing as I said her middle name then turned to meet my gaze.

“Dameon, I really have a lot on my mind tonight and I have to go be this woman that I’m…”

Isysis stopped herself, rolling eyes and shaking her head. She was aggravated enough to let me know something was really going on with her and I couldn’t muster up the grit to ask her to really talk to me. I’d made sure to never she never got too comfortable with me in the past so reversing what I’d purposely enforced seemed like a wasted effort now. 

“I seriously just don’t want to talk right now. I’m trying to wrap my head around too much to be dealing with a grown ass woman who thinks she can push me around over a man that isn’t even thinking about me. The shit is ridiculous and childish as fuck. The girl is crazy to not see that you wouldn’t even touch me, better yet be worried about wanting me.”  

“Touch you like what? I’m touching you right now,” I said, firming up my grip on her waist. It had remained on her body the entire time she’d turned around.

Touching her was just scraping the surface of what I wanted to do with her and if her mind wasn’t so damn preoccupied, she’d know that.

Next up we have ASH LEY with, Don’t Break Me, featuring the swoon worthy book bae Vick Yates. This beautiful story releases September 12th so get ready!

Synopsis:

For 18-year-old Pepper Matthews, college is supposed to be the perfect chance for her to reinvent herself. It’s supposed to be the opportunity that she does a little partying, make friends, and discover who she really is. Memories and traumas from a painful childhood make the dream seem unattainable. Try as she might, she struggles opening up and letting people in. It’s not until she finally steps outside of her comfort zone, doing something so drastic from her normal behavior, that things change resulting in an unlikely friendship. With this friendship came the confidence to continue trying new things. For Pepper, that meant opening herself up completely without fear.

Vick Yates is a college senior struggling with the uncertainty of his future. Having lived such a lavish life at a young age, he wants nothing more than to make some sort of a difference for those not as fortunate, however, without his family’s blessing, he is unsure of what to do. The last thing he wants is to become like his father, but it seems inevitable.

The attraction between Pepper and Vick isn’t instantaneous. He finds himself on her bad side but knows immediately that it won’t be his final destination. He is more than smitten with the guarded beauty and is determined to break down the walls she has set up to protect herself. In the process, she does the same, showing him that there was more to life than anything he could have ever imagined. A connection is formed but with different backgrounds and personalities, it’s not easy for them to find the common ground they so desperately seek. The one thing they can seem to agree on is not wanting to be hurt by the other. Will they be able to put their uncertainties to the side or will fear leave them both broken beyond repair?

SAMPLE

Vick

Her body collided into mine as she wrapped her arms around me, head resting against my chest. 

“I love you, too.” 

She was smiling, eyes closed as I held onto her. I didn’t doubt for a second she felt the same. The thing was, I didn’t know how she’d react had I told her. It seemed that the more I vocalized how much she meant to me, she’d either pull away or welcome it. It’s the reason I wasn’t sure of how to tell her something so seemingly small. 

“I love you.”

I’d never told her the words. I’m not sure if she pieced it together or if I’d been ratted out, but I wanted her to hear it from me. No one else. 

“I love you,” I repeated. 

“One more time?”

I turned her head towards mine, looking her in the eyes before speaking. Her brown eyes were bright, full of joy. The way they always should’ve been. I wasn’t perfect, but for her, I had to have been. It was the only thing that made sense. 

“I love you.”

Her lips parted, prepared to say the same when I’d hurriedly used mine to silence her. I didn’t need to hear it again. I didn’t need her to worry about if I knew or understood. I did because she showed me every time we were together. My tongue entered her mouth, hands sliding down until they were gripping her perky back side. Moans as airy as the wind escaped her mouth as she hungrily took me in. Trying to help mend the pain she dealt with was hard. This? It was torture. How could I keep my hands to myself when she was looking like she did? When her body was literally melting? When she was letting out these pleasure filled sounds just from a kiss? I could only imagine the reaction once she finally let me in that way. Until then, I’d continue holding her up when her knees gave out. Continue caressing, groping and teasing until she’d bashfully shy away. There was more than just the physical way for me to express my emotion with her, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t patiently wait for the time to come. 

“You have to stop.”

The words pained me to say, but it was the truth. From the moment I first laid eyes on her, to the time she told me to never disrespect her until now, I wanted nothing more than to spread her legs and use my tongue to spell out every way I loved her. To use my dick to bring her the greatest physical pleasure she’d ever had. But I’d unfortunately have to continue practicing self-control. That meant speaking up when it grew difficult for me to do so.

We’re closing out this Sample Sunday with, The Preying Pastor by B. Love! Now there isn’t a tentative release date but if you know B, you know that it’s coming soon! So stay on the look out for this release!

“She needed to be careful, for if you walk with the prey… you eventually become the prey.”

Dallas Carver-Monroe has managed to live with a fairytale façade for the past ten years. Growing up in a religiously strict home caused Dallas to do whatever it took to please her parents – even if that meant marrying her high school sweetheart, Seth, right after they graduated. Dallas and Seth had a genuine connection, but she didn’t think he was the man she was supposed to spend her life with. Still, she married him to make sure they didn’t have sex and start a family without making vows before God.

After almost twelve years of hell on earth, Dallas is tired of the happily married First Lady façade that has been forced upon her. Just when she thinks she’s about to break free, tragedy strikes, and Seth’s evil deeds and enemies become her own. Silver lining? Ra Jake.

When Ra Jake returns home, he has only two priorities – fix things with his ex, Cree, and successfully protect the Pastor’s wife. Under different circumstances, Ra would have turned down the job. Losing his last client has caused pain to plague Ra in a way that he never thought was possible. Had it not been for a favor being owed to an old friend, Ra would have never taken on the responsibility of guarding another human being’s life.

Upon first meeting, Dallas and Ra would rather be anywhere than with each other. As time progresses, they create a genuine bond so deep it’s hard for anyone, Seth and Cree included, to be able to reach. But the old saying is… all good things must come to an end. Unfortunately, this rings true for Dallas and Ra, and they will have to fight for their hearts and their lives before Seth’s horrible decisions rob them of both.

SAMPLE

There’s a quote that says, “Inside each of us, there is the seed of both good and evil. It’s a constant struggle as to which one will win. And one cannot exist without the other.” Every day of my life, I suffered from the seeds of my husbands’ evil. As I stood here with a knife to my throat and a gun at my temple, that quote had never rang more true. I used to say that Seth allowed evil to win, and that that was why we’d be in the positions we were in. But how much better was I for standing at his side? Sure, I tried my hardest to be good on my own, however, with every instance of his evil and wrongdoing that I overlooked… I became just as bad as him.

Just as disgusting as him.

Just as reprehensible as him. 

My praying Pastor of a husband was a preying Pastor, too. His karma came quick. Punishment would be swift. The hunter had become the prey. I needed to be careful… sleeping with the enemy. Walking with the prey. Fuck. I had becomethe prey. 

I prayed to God that He’d spare my soul, judge me as innocent, and give me freedom. For years, I was convinced my Father ignored my hearts cry. Now… I was sure that He was waiting for the right time.

For now.

Even with my immediate death lingering over me, my heartbeat was steady. My mind was at peace. The corners of my mouth were lifted into a small smile. 

Freedom.

That’s what I’d been wanting.

Freedom.

That’s what I would finally have.

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