India Arie's, I Am Not My Hair comes to mind every time I decided to do something different with my hair. I am proud to say that I no longer allow my hair to define me. For years, my days good and bad were intertwined with what my hair looked like that day. 

Going natural was the most freeing experience I have ever gone through in my life. And each time I decide to do something different again, I feel the weight of the world shedding away. My crown is beautiful, healthy, and glorious. I rock my hairstyles with the pride and beauty of a strong black woman who is aware of her identity and confident within herself. 

"What's wrong?" "But it's so long, thick and healthy?" "Are you sure?" 

These were just some of the questions that I faced before I decided to make the major change...AGAIN.

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​Creative Expressions Literary Services is pleased to announce Virtual Book Tour for Whatever May Come by Tracee Lydia Garner. The tour will run April 21-27, 2019.
Author Name: Tracee Lydia Garner
Book Title: Whatever May Come
Book Release Date: April 19, 2019
Genre: Multicultural, Inspirational, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense

Tracee Lydia Garner is a a speaker, private writing coach and author of twelve books. Born and raised in the DC Area, she holds a degree in Communications from Old Dominion University. She tremendously enjoys the written and spoken word and prior to entertaining full length novels, was a contributor to her alma mater's campus literary magazine for her poetry. Whatever May Come is her 12th book and revisits the Jameson Family, a well to do family from the DC area. This family saga will have four books total in the series.
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In addition to writing, Trace enjoys marketing, graphic design, making video trailers for her books with popular apps, event and conference planning, reading of course and she's also a recovering shopaholic.
Tracee is a member of the Washington Romance Writers (DC) Chapter, the Association of Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW), Virginia chapter, and the Faith, Hope and Love, online-only chapter of the RWA.

​School teacher Tisha Jameson flees her Virginia hometown to start afresh in Macon, Georgia. Although she hadn’t planned on falling in love with former pro football player Chase Alton, Chase's son Thomas is determined to get them together somehow. Before long, the pair come to realize that they are unable to resist one another and Chase will discover what a caring mother figure Tish can be for his son. But when Tish finds out that the danger she thought she’d outrun for good has followed her across state lines, Chase and Tish find out what love really means.

​Tisha breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that Sharon Wellington, the first woman to befriend her when she’d moved to Macon, was now involved. She let go of the child reluctantly, already feeling an all-too-familiar misplaced responsibility for Marina’s condition. Tisha felt helpless, although she reminded herself hurriedly that the child’s name was Marina, not Melinda. Tisha wondered vaguely who had called the ambulance, as she heard its faint wail from outside. Thank goodness someone had called them. She felt sick to her stomach and no longer had the strength to remain standing.

A flood of relief came over Tisha, then her legs buckled and she felt herself collapse to the floor. Then she saw Thomas. His eyes were flooded with tears and his face was drawn in concern. She wanted to be strong for him, but the worst headache she’d had in her entire life now pounded her skull. He looks every bit like Chase was her last thought as her eyes closed. “I’m all right, Thomas,” she whispered as she felt his hand touch her shoulder – then her head gave an almighty throb and she collapsed into an unknown darkness.

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Tour hosted by Creative Expressions Literary Services
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Today's Marvelous March post is a sweet, tempting treat from Victoria Kennedy. Don't miss out on this snippet, enough to wet your appetite. Leave a comment on the post to be entered into the #giveaway...

Marvelous March takes a turn down an enticing road on a remake of an old favorite. Check out Y. M. Sheree's excerpt from Fantasy Island. Leave a comment on the post to be entered into her #giveaway...

If you were given the opportunity to fulfill all of your fantasies, would you take a chance of a lifetime? Are you in need of a spark of excitement in your life again? With the possibility of winning a trip to Fantasy Island you realize that there is more to this island than just its name. Four unsuspecting winners of the contest are about to embark on an adventurous journey that will forever change their lives.
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Meet the Contest Winners: Melody Edwards, Johanna Michaels, Makayla Washington, and Jacob Winters. Melody is a wife of three years who has found herself having self-image issues. Johanna, is cursed with not being able to sustain relationships. Makayla is the soon to be wife, yet she never seems to be satisfied with her life. Jacob, is the widower who longs for love again but unsure if anyone would be able to fill that void. Although, their reasons may vary they all have one goal in common: escaping reality. Can this luxurious island fulfill all of their desires or will it leave them craving for more? Fantasy Island is full of twists, turns, and sensual moments to keep you on edge….

Y. M. Sheree is an Army veteran who currently resides in Portsmouth, Virginia. She is a proud mother of two daughters and three fur babies. A graduate of Colorado Technical University she has received two MBAs, one in Business Administration and the other in Project Management. While in High School a short story written about, King Author gained attention of the librarians. She switched her knight to a female and the damsel had been a male. Her best friend co-authored a book when they attended High School together. 

While stationed in Germany, she tried her hand at poetry that she sent to a publishing company that turned her down stating her writing was journal entries and not poetry in 2009. Her spirit crushed she put her pen down and stopped writing until 2015. Mary B. Morrison challenged aspiring writers to write a book in ninety days on Facebook. Y.M. Sheree took the challenge as a hobby to pass her time not knowing that later on that year her first published work Purple Haze would release in October 2015. She now has five published books on Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble.com, Purple Haze, Purple Haze 2, The Switch Up, Fantasy Island, and Lady Guardians Hampton Roads Isis. 
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In her spare time, she enjoys listening to music, playing video games on her Xbox one, and she is a diehard Baltimore Ravens fan and Golden State Warriors. Known for writing Erotica she plans on being versatile and write in different genres. 


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Today's #marvelousmarch is about a second chance at love. But will our hero be able to convince the heroine to take a second chance? Read Sheryl Lister's snippet and leave a comment to be entered into the #giveaway.

Celeste Williams has finally gotten her life back on track and the last thing on her mind is dating again. Then she meets Thaddeus Whitcomb, a man as caring as he is handsome. The chemistry between them is instant and irresistible. Celeste thought no man could move her as deeply as her late husband, but Thad rekindles a passion she never believed she’d feel again.

Since his divorce years ago, Thad has lived a full and successful life. The moment Celeste crosses his path, he realizes she’s the piece he never knew had been missing. As friendship blossoms into more, Thad discovers a second chance at romance. But Celeste begins to retreat. Once he uncovers her reasons for becoming distant, he’ll do whatever it takes to convince the sensual beauty that nothing matters more than their love.
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It's a new week of Marvelous March and my friend, Te Russ is heating it up with a spicy excerpt from Vigilante Love! Check it out and leave a comment to be entered into the #giveaway.

One man knows what he wants, and he's willing to go to any lengths to make her his. J.L. Campbell brings us a spicy excerpt from an island romance today on Marvelous March. Leave a comment on the post to be entered into the giveaway.

Dinner consisted of us talking about what my daughters were doing and the strides Khalila was making with her business. We watched television and sipped wine, to Khalila’s disgust.

I deliberately kept things at my pace to enhance her excitement.

At bedtime, she showed me exactly why I missed having her with me each night. I took my time making love to her and prolonged the tension between us, until we both crashed over the edge in a sweaty pile. As she continued to shudder, I pulled out the ring I’d stuck under the pillow and slipped it on her finger. “I love you, Khalila. Marry me…please.”

She curled her fist, then flexed her fingers and brought the ring close to her face to peer at the 24-karat gold ring with a cluster of diamonds nestled in a channel. The diamonds, arranged in a circle, winked as flashes of light danced off them.

Khalila’s mouth opened and she licked her lips. Then she curled on her side, faced me, and sighed.

I kissed her, knowing she was coming up with something I didn’t want to hear.

“Doug…”

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” I said, letting my breath out in a harsh gust. “You know how I feel about what we’re doing. I haven’t pressured you, but I want you for keeps. You know what.”

She sighed again. “Yes, I do.”

“So, what’s keeping you from making me a happy man?”

Our eyes met in the darkness broken by the light from the window, and she cupped my cheek. “I’m not ready to tell you. Let’s sleep on it tonight and we’ll talk in the morning.”

I pulled away to look at her. “You’re kidding me, right?”

She shook her head as she trailed a finger down my stomach. “I’ve never been more serious.”

When her hand found its target, I sucked in a deep breath and cleared the huskiness from my throat. “You’re gonna play dirty too?”

Her laughter was soft and sultry. “If that’s what you call it.”

“With all this diversion you’re doing, this has to be something big.”

She refused to look at me as she traced a path to my belly button, but her smug expression told me she had a secret. “Stop fishing and let’s enjoy each other.”

I brushed her neck with my moustache, and as she shivered, I whispered, “Whatever you want, Kally.”
She moaned and pulled me closer. “I like the sound of that.”

I kissed the soft globes of her breasts, mumbling in between. “As long as you’re gonna marry me, you can have anything you like.”

She gripped my head between her hands to look me in the eyes. “Anything?”
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Without hesitation, I nodded. “Anything.”​

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A little bit of flirting has never hurt anyone. And when one man's bold flirtatious statement elicits a bold reaction from one woman, where will it lead? Read S. Taylor's excerpt on today's Marvelous March post and leave a comment to be entered into the giveaway! 

Suzette is giving us a glimpse into her Night series with an intriguing intro. A little bit of suspense and intrigue is the order of the day on today's Marvelous March post. Remember to leave a comment to be entered into the giveaway.

It's the second week of Marvelous March and Angelia kicks off the week with a man who's dealing with heartache in the only way he knows how. His attitude and outlook on love may just create a challenge for his therapist. Read on and leave a comment to be entered into the giveaway. There may be two winners today, don't miss your chance!

Angelia Vernon Menchan is wife, mother, nana and mentor. Since January 2006, she has published 34 printed books and an additional 124 ebooks through her small publishing company, MAMM Productions. She is also the Co-founder of Honorable MENCHAN Media, through which she has published books for 15 authors to date.  

Her personal motto is, 'There is abundance through God for all of us; we simply have to be open for our blessings.' ​

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It's another Marvelous March post and IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! The one-night stand with Maxwell Emerson, left her hungry for so much more. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Bristol shows up on his doorstep to claim what she's been hungering for. Don't forget to leave a comment to be entered into the #giveaway.

Romance columnist, Bristol Collins wants to heal her broken relationship with her fiancé, Joe after the loss of their daughter Camden. When she discovers treachery in her inner circle, she seeks solace in her professional life. Longing for more, she discovers within herself a secret passion to join The Lady Guardians, a strong, independent female motorcycle club. On her quest, she meets Rogue and one passionate night leads to more, and her search for freedom unlocks secrets in her life and his.

Firefighter, Maxwell “Rogue” Emerson loves his bike and his music, but lately he’s wanted one thing. One night with the beautiful but broken-hearted vixen named Wyked, has him wanting more than he’s allowed himself to dream of in the last five years.

When Wyked and Rogue join forces his love frees her to explore the woman she wants to be and uncover the woman she is destined to become. Will their love be strong enough to give her the healing she desires, even after she learns the truth about Rogue? 

​“Hi,” he greeted, standing in his doorway wearing jeans sagging low on his hips. The sun shone through the open doorway, highlighting the red and orange ink of the musical notes dancing from the globe tattooed on his chest.

Full lips turned up in a surprised smile as his arms clenched both sides of the doorway.

“Hey yourself. I figured I’d drop by to see you in person. All this texting back and forth is getting kind of old,” Bristol stated, walking closer to him.

She had no idea if he had company or not, and she didn’t care. As his arms dropped down to his sides, her eyes went to the dragon tattooed on the right bicep.

“Come in. I was just getting ready to cook,” he said, opening the door wider for her to step inside.

“Expecting company?”

“Nah. But I’m glad company dropped in,” he said, his eyes raking over her, as he reached for her coat that she removed.

“Good,” she replied, stepping out of her heels and unzipping her designer jeans.

“Damn, like that?”

“Mmm, like that,” she replied, shimmying out of her jeans and standing back up to remove her silk wine-colored blouse.

“Wait,” he said, resting his hands on her lacy bra, gently pressing his thumbs over the ridged material.

“Don’t wanna,” she remarked, removing his hands and then unhooking her bra.

Bristol released a sigh of relief when his lips covered her breast and his tongue greedily lapped at her nipple.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, purring at the touch of his large hands between her legs.

If this was all he wanted, then she was willing to give him just that. She’d had enough of broken hearts and deceptive relationships to last a lifetime. Her relationship with Joe had been the only serious one in her life, but his scars and deceit had left her wounded for a lifetime.

And if Breezy thought sending a warning about Emerson’s mischievous behavior was enough to ward her off, then she had another thought coming. He was just the perfect amount of wickedness that she needed in her life, she thought, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Emerson made his way to the dining area with her wrapped tightly around him, balancing her along the way. When he laid her down on the cool glass of the table, breaking their kiss, she instantly reached out for him again. He moved out of her grasp and begin unbuttoning and unzipping his own jeans.

Bristol moved her hands seductively down her sides, until her fingers caught the edges of her panties. Tugging them down, she arched her back to lift her hips from the table. Emerson reached out to grab her panties just as she got them in the groove behind her knees. With one fierce tug, he ripped them off her.
Emerson laughed at the shocked expression she wore.

“I don’t want nothing to come between me and my meal,” he said, as he kneeled and pushed her legs up and spread her thighs apart.

Bristol hissed at the feel of his mouth on her throbbing vulva. Hungry was not the word to describe Emerson. The man was famished as he greedily sucked her in, his head moving from side to side as he tried to get enough of her juices.

Her hands had a mind of their own as they alternated between grabbing his head and pushing him further into her and squeezing her breasts to her own pleasure. Emerson stoked a fire in Bristol she had never experienced before and made her open to doing whatever he wanted. The woman that Joe described, no longer existed. The woman that lie here on this table spread-eagle for Emerson was ravenous, desperate for attention and sexual nourishment.

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Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey lives in the metro Atlanta area with her husband and three children. Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in the Almighty God, and belief in themselves. She hosts the annual 20 Days of Love authors’ blogging campaign, March Madness authors’ giveaways campaign, and showcases other authors on her blog at www.chelleramsey.com/beautifully-inspired-blog. Her novels can be found online at Chelle Ramsey Amazon.
 
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EMAIL: chelleramseywrites@gmail.com
FACEBOOK: ChelleWrites
TWITTER: @UndeniablyChell
PINTEREST: ChellesBooks
INSTAGRAM: UndeniablyChelle
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Two people sharing a meal together, not looking for more than friendship. One simple question breaks down the barriers and they share their most intimate secrets. 

Yasmine and Zachariah may just be destined to be.  My friend, M.J. Kane takes over Marvelous March with one of my favorite stories. Read on and leave a comment to be entered into the #giveaway. 

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It's the end of the first week of Marvelous March, and Celeste is closing us out on a romantically sweet note. When one woman has designed her life in such a manner that she is independent of others, the thought of someone taking care of her heart might seem a bit unsettling. Or is it? Read on and don't forget to comment to be entered into the giveaway.

​One family. Eight sisters, tangled in romance. Emery Moore moved away from home after finishing her juris doctorate. She was a successful corporate attorney and had been living in Washington D. C. for the past five years. It wasn’t often that she returned home to Atlanta, but the love of her family drew her back. Emery had success in so many facets of her life, but she hadn’t been as lucky in love. The word love was unsettling for Emery; it was loaded with notions of submissiveness and sacrifice, the loss of self and being dependent on another person. Notions Emery wasn’t sure she wanted. Yet, there was someone Emery couldn’t shake her soul loose of and she tussled with her heart and the sensible tug in her mind daily.

​Evan Stanton Esq. had been an integral part of Emery Moore’s life for the past six months. He like she, was an attorney. During the day, the attorneys at law litigated from different sides of the aisle; fighting with everything they had for their clients. But for the past few months, business was left at the door, and the fighting ended as Evan and Emery delved into uncharted territory. Evan loved how Emery felt in his arms. The curve of her hips, the arch in her back made it difficult to keep his hands off her. It wasn’t always like this. Emery had to be pursued, and although Evan was attracted to her unapologetic disposition in the courtroom, along with her sophisticated air, Emery was a challenge; one that Evan planned to take on full steam ahead.

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I'm so excited about another Marvelous March post! Today Aja is bringing some serious heat into the ring! Frankie is bringing some serious taps into this story, but...you'll have to read on to find out what I'm talking about. Don't forget to leave a comment below to be entered into the #giveaway.

Aja is the writer of sensually erotic and passionate women’s fiction. Her stories allow readers to experience realistic, inspiring, and soulful interactions and intense passion while overcoming life’s challenges. She is inspired by soulful music and sensual art to craft her stories. Her published works include the Love & Passion, Love & Redemption, and Unexpected series.
Author Links: 

Aja's website: http://www.ajathewriter.com

Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/Aja/e/B00K30K138/

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Welcome to the first Marvelous March giveaway! This is your opportunity as a reader to sample new and old goodies, interact with your favorite and new authors, and be entered into the giveaway. Today's featured author is Darliss Batchelor, and she's confronting a topic that will arise in most women's lives at some point. Read on, and don't forget to leave a comment to be entered into the #giveaway.
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Chriselle labored up the stairs. She walked past a few empty bedrooms and a full bathroom to the last room on the left. It was her daughter Leslie’s bedroom. She entered the room with its soft orange sorbet colored walls, wood floors, white bedroom furniture and orange and fuchsia floral comforter. Sitting in the cantaloupe‐colored chair near the window, Chriselle began to think about Leslie and Bryce’s wedding earlier that day.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Chriselle reminisced about her daughter’s wedding while pulling a tissue from the box sitting on the side table. Those words were life changing. They changed Chriselle’s life when she said them over thirty years ago, and they changed her child’s life today. Her last child, Leslie, was now officially someone’s wife, complete with a change of address form and a moving van.  Chriselle remembered all those years ago when she said those same vows. She had dreams and thoughts about what her life would be like as a Mrs. She just didn’t know how big those dreams were at the time.

The look of love in the eyes of Leslie and her new husband, Bryce, said it all. Their deep love and commitment was evident today. No one and nothing in the world could come between them today. Their minds couldn’t even comprehend that anything in life could be better. However, sometimes things indeed change and you find out that “forever” means something much shorter.

The traditional wedding vows include a promise to stay together until death. Chriselle wondered if anything other than physical death counted. She felt like she died as a person, as a woman. All those years of raising children, taking care of a house, and over thirty years of being a wife caused her to forget what her life was like beforehand.   

Gazing out of the nearby window overlooking the family’s swimming pool, Chriselle realized Leslie wouldn’t be home making blueberry pancakes for breakfast tomorrow morning. She wouldn’t be sitting with Chriselle in the adult Sunday school class as she’d been doing since she became old enough to join her. Instead, she’d be in some exotic location enjoying her first days of marriage not even thinking about the fact Chriselle felt lost.

Chriselle moved to the bed and stretched her body across it, inhaling the residual signature scent of her youngest daughter. Her thoughts shifted to the nights she sat in this bed with Leslie and read Bible stories. She recalled kneeling on this very floor with her to pray. The memory of Leslie announcing her engagement came to mind. That was when Chriselle felt she’d lost her purpose.

All of her children— three sons and two daughters—had gone on with their lives. How dare they do that? They must have forgotten everything she’d done for them. She wiped runny noses, spent more time in the emergency room than she cared to remember, attempted to mend broken hearts, kept them clean and presentable, and introduced them to Jesus Christ. And what did she get in return? She got an empty house. And she found herself resentful of it. Yes, they often came to visit and brought their spouses and children. Still, Chriselle was overcome by emotional and physical emptiness.

Drew, Chriselle’s husband, came into the room just as she crushed her tissue and added it to the pile already established on the bed. She didn’t want him to see her like this. She didn’t want him to know about her pain. After looking into his eyes, she realized he already knew this pain almost as intimately as she did. He held her in his arms and stroked her hair, his best effort at comforting her. She didn’t think he could feel it as deeply as she did. He had a life. She’d been a housewife and mother all these years. Now that the demands were different, Chriselle didn’t know what to do with herself. Surrounded by Drew’s arms, Chriselle couldn’t remember the last time she felt the spark she and Drew once shared.

She realized she didn’t even feel a tingle. What happened to me? What happened to us?



Hell is a Skyscraper: A Trio of Novelettes Buy Links:
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We have celebrated love in its various forms all month long. I want to thank each of the authors for their support of one another, and bringing their stories to you, our readers. You can check them out further by clicking on their links below. May your hearts be filled with love, and come back for Marvelous March on tomorrow.


W PARKS BRIGHAM

KIM GOLDEN

NIA FORRESTER

CELESTE GRANGER

AJA

SUZETTE HARRISON

SYDNEY AALIYAH

DELANEY DIAMOND

CHICKI BROWN

CHELLE RAMSEY

S. TAYLOR

M.J. KANE

SUZETTE RIDDICK

ANGELIA MENCHAN

ANITA ROSEBORO

TIYE

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Tiye recalled reading romance ever since she was a young child and would sneak and read the Western love stories, her grandmother kept on her bedside table.  Although she didn’t understand half of the words she read at the time, something about those books captured her attention and as she grew older, her love of romance expanded to other genres and she became a fan of anything remotely related to reading and book such as libraries, bookstores, and the coffeeshop around the corner.  She loves to travel and has lived in several cities, including New Orleans, Washington D.C. and Houston and finds inspiration for her stories from every place she has had the fortune to visit or inhabit. When Tiye is not obsessed with her latest characters, she spends time with herself, family and friends doing whatever she can to create her best life possible.  

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IG: @tiye28always
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Email: tiye28always@gmail.com

Peggy Jordan had long ago closed the door on her heart’s desires, accepting she would never have a
loving husband and family of her own. Then a friend asks her to care for an orphaned little girl, and
she meets the child’s last living relative. With him, her patience is tested, her desires are unleashed,
and she gets the first taste of a life she’d always felt was out of reach.

Years ago, Trevor Duncan left Savannah and vowed never to return. He traveled to remote corners
of the globe, helping people, and helping himself to countless women in emotionally-empty
relationships. A phone call in the middle of the night changes his entire life. He has a niece who
needs him, and when he meets the woman caring for her, he’s consumed with having her all to
himself.

Their desire is strong. Their love is instant. But can they learn to trust each other and survive the
road to happily-ever-after?

When I pull the pie from the oven and place it on the cooling rack, I hear Adeline’s laughter
over my music. It’s the fourth or fifth time I’ve heard that sweet sound, and I know she’s going to
be okay. Life for her here on out may not be the normal she’s used to, but it will be normal enough.

I wonder what they’re doing and find myself yearning to be a part of their fun, to be a part of their lives. I want to burst out of these walls that I’ve made my prison. I want a piece of heaven for myself. I want it with Adeline and Trevor, but the idea is foolish and I shoo it away with the flick of my hand. I’m left fighting a sadness that consumes me. I take a deep breath, brushing a tear from my lashes. I’ll push forward as always, so I get back to chopping the rest of the veggies for the pizzas.

Warm, strong hands squeeze my shoulders the same way he did earlier. Trevor starts kneading my tight muscles, working out the tension I was unaware of. I still the knife over the bell pepper and close my eyes, releasing a moan.

“That feels amazing,” I say.

He continues to work out the knots in my shoulders, occasionally sliding his thumbs up my neck like before. The way he sees to my comfort melts me and makes me want to cry. The thought enters my mind to shoo him away and demand he stop being everything I ever wanted from a guy. I want to warn him that if he continues to be this guy, I’ll fall head over heels, so for his sake, he’d better show his asshole side fast or he’ll be stuck with me along with Adeline.

I move one of his hands from my shoulder and step away from him. “Thank you, but I’m good. They’ll just tense up again, so you’re wasting your time.” I walk to the cupboard and grab a glass and fill it with water from the tap.

“I’m sorry for not helping with dinner,” he says, and my thoughts of warning him off melt away.

“You were where you needed to be.” I turn and give him a weak smile.

He leans against the island, staring at me. The look on his face is one I can’t place into words. It’s intense, searching for an answer to a question he has yet to ask. I can’t take my eyes off him. He pushes off the island and moves across my kitchen and stands in front of me. He doesn’t say a word but moves his hands to the sides of my neck, forcing me not to look away.

“I loved my brother, even when we didn’t see eye to eye, but I never thought I could feel love like this before I came here.”

“That’s Adeline.” I smile.

He rubs the back of my neck, slowly pulling me to him. I step forward, hating the distance between us. I want to burst into tears and ask him to want me, to stay with me. I rest my hands on his broad chest as the music of Stanaj floods my kitchen, giving voice to what I feel for Trevor Duncan—“Ain’t Love Strange.”

Out of nowhere, a tear falls onto my cheek.

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Summer is still mending a broken heart from a relationship that ended long before its expiration date. When she runs into her ex, Devon, he tells her the most devastating news she’s heard since her mother was murdered. Then she learns that a mysterious woman, with ties to Devon, is stalking her under the guise of becoming a client. Summer now has to figure out if she’s been targeted as her mother had been.

Devon, promised to love Summer forever. Unfortunately, forever came much too soon when she made it clear that they had different goals in life and love. After their breakup and a few drinks, he finds himself engaged and soon to be a father with a woman he barely knows. The more Summer and Devon fight their feelings for each while they uncover the truth behind the mysterious situations that occurs, the more they are drawn together. Now with new developments that are not in his control, he must face Summer and risk breaking her heart again, while figuring out the secrets that his new wife is keeping.

Karen has infiltrated Summer's life, trying to right old wrongs. She will do anything to save the child she carries, even sacrifice herself to put it in the hands of a woman who will protect it from a man who wants the child—and her—for his own lurid purposes. How long can she hide in plain sight, redeem herself in Summer’s eyes, before all that is hidden comes to the light?

Devon and Summer are soon confronted with the fact that one woman holds the keys from a dangerous past and an even more devastating future.

“Hello, Summer.”   Summer was shaken. Karen Reynolds had been her best friend since middle school. They were as tight as sisters in high school and could pass for twins. They shared everything, until one day Karen took it too far and thought sharing extended to Summer’s man. She was the reason Summer hated commitment.

“Karen?” she asked, as she stepped out of the tub and wrapped the towel around her.

"I need to see you right away,” Karen whispered. “I know I’m the last person you want to hear from but know that I’m sorry for everything. You need to know why I disappeared.”

"But you’re dead, how are you on my phone?” Summer asked.

“I will explain everything when I see you.”

Summer had checked her calendar before leaving and was sure Karen’s name was not on the list. Only a Charity was penciled in. “Is this personal or business?”

“It’s personal and business,” Karen replied before disconnecting the call.

Summer dropped the phone onto the duvet and was still a bit rattled. She hadn’t spoken to Karen since their first year of college, when she suddenly disappeared after a phone call concerning Summer’s dad. Summer immediately called her mother to verify Karen’s story, only to find out her mom had been found dead that same day. Nothing or no one was important to her at that point. She buried her mom and her past all in the same day.

Summer walked downstairs, opened her laptop, and after a few clicks and searches, brought up the article about Karen’s car crash. Now she had to wonder who was in the car, because Karen was somehow on this side of the grave.

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There Is Something About Center City


Lasha was flanked by her dad as Malcolm and Cinnamon Black gave her the keys to Center City. At twenty her mentoring and public relations foundation, Lasha Leads was official. It had taken her a few months and graduating from undergrad but she was officially a business owner and in graduate school. She was beaming as Rashad, her boyfriend, stood across the room with her father and stepmother, Jeremy and Francine. Next to them was her mom, Linda and her lover, Mikaal. 


“Thanks everyone. I’m so overwhelmed and who even knew about me being the youngest and blackest woman business owner in Center City history." She did a little step and fist bump dance that had her supporters stomping and clapping. 


One person in the audience didn’t clap or applaud. She stood near the back, her arms folded across her chest, watching. Joi Bennett, at twenty three was born and bred in Center City, well in the county and had been the youngest black woman until Lasha Felipe usurped her, in her opinion. Cinnamon watched Joi as Lasha made her speech. She knew Joi and sensed her feelings. Joi, in her own mind, was the future. Her father Nathan was formerly a city councilman , attorney and a black man with many firsts to his credit. Her mother Liza, was a white woman who advocated education and was an administrator at the community college. They had nurtured her business acumen but hadn’t taught her how to create allies, especially with other women. 


“Joi, are you going to congratulate her?” Liza asked. Nathan stood at attention beside them. He couldn’t stop looking at Cinnamon Black. She tutored him as a freshman in high school when she was senior and more than forty-five years later he still heard her husky voice and his nose was filled with the honey scent of her hands. 


“No!” Joi snapped. Turning on her well-shod heel, she left the building fuming, to stand on the front steps. 


“Joi, there’s lots of room at the top.” Cinnamon said softly, having walked out behind her. ​

“Mrs. Black, there’s only one number one spot but thanks!” Joi said, never turning to face Cinnamon. 

Cinnamon wanted to wrap her arms around Joi but knew that wouldn’t be well received. She said a quick prayer and made her way back inside. Nathan stepped in her path. 

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Nursery school teacher Jeanette Adams is struggling to keep her family owned business afloat. Working days at the school and nights as a department store clerk is taking its toll physically on Jeanette. When things couldn’t get any worse, she finds herself in a situation that will further burden her financially after she crashes into a luxury vehicle. Romance is the last thing on her mind; that is until she comes face to face with the owner, undeniably sexy, Alonzo Castro.

Professional athlete Alonzo Castro has had it with gold-digging women. All he wants is to meet a woman who isn’t interested in his status or bank account. Beautiful, car-wrecking, Jeanette Adams is the breath of fresh air he’s been craving. Determined to make Jeanette his, Alonzo pursues the sassy teacher despite his parent’s desire for him to marry within their nationality.
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As the couple’s relationship is thriving their love is tested when Alonzo doesn’t come clean about his past. When his secret is outed by a trusted friend will Jeanette be able to forgive him?

Alonzo’s foul mood evaporated the moment his eyes locked with Jeanette’s. Beautiful was the first word that came rushing to his brain. She wasn’t the statuesque, leggy type he preferred to complement his six-four height. Her petite stature, caramel complexion, hazel eyes, and full, kissable lips were magnetizing. He wanted to reach out and rub the shoulder-length two-strand twists between his fingers to see if they were as soft as they looked.

His gaze continued to roam as he took in her small breasts outlined in a teal long-sleeve tee shirt, her tiny waist, and snug-fitting jeans showcasing curvy hips. Childbearing hips. He tossed that crazy thought out of his head. His mother’s nagging earlier this morning to settle down with a nice Cuban girl and start a family was messing with him.

Alonzo suppressed the urge to lick his lips. Over sensitized by women throwing themselves at him, it had been forever since he desired a woman on sight. They all looked the same. Cosmetically enhanced breasts, fake eyelashes, caked on makeup, silicon-injected lips, and butts. This Jeanette Adams was on the other end of the spectrum. Her natural beauty was captivating.
 
Oh…my… God… Breathe…Jeanette… Breathe… Who in the world is this Laz Alonso clone? Jeanette wondered. She’d seen just about every movie or television show the sexy, Afro-Latino played in.

Jeanette was nervous as she approached the stranger who couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. Gloria said he looked unhappy. Did something happen in such a short span of time? She had braced herself to deal with a grizzly bear of a man. Instead, his eyes were slowly taking her in as if he was interested in what he saw. Jeanette quickly shook off that foolishness. This man was here to squeeze money out of her that she didn’t have.

“Hi, my aunt said you were here to see me?’

“Jeanette Adams?”

Surely this angel couldn’t be responsible for the minor dent and scratches on his vehicle.

“Yes,” Jeanette answered, trying to control the shaking in her voice. His penetrating gaze was setting off flutters in her belly.

Alonzo reached into an inner pocket of the black, leather jacket he wore. Jeanette’s face flushed when he pulled out a recognizable piece of paper.

“You left this note on my car?”

“I’m … I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit your car. It’s just that I was so tired after working my second job and I put the car in reverse instead of drive and—”

As Jeanette floundered in a feeble attempt to explain her unintentional carelessness, three-year-old Mya entered the room whimpering. On impulse Jeanette went to the child thankful for the interruption. She didn’t know how much longer she would be able to take those sexy, dark eyes staring her down.

“Another bad dream, sweetie?” Jeanette softly asked Mya as she stooped down to lift the child’s tiny body into her arms.

Mya snuggled close, tucking her head in Jeanette’s bosom.

Yes,” the child whimpered wiping at moist eyes.

“It’s okay. You’re safe with me,” she whispered, reassuring the child as she made her way back to Alonzo.

Alonzo’s heart melted as Jeanette approached him with the child on her left hip. His mother’s words came rushing back at the uncomfortable pulling in the center of his chest. He came there prepared to lash out at Jeanette for being so careless. After her honest confession and witnessing her tender interaction with the child, there was no way he could go through with being outright mean. And there was no way this woman had purposely staged an accident to wiggle her way into his bed. Truthfully, with her incredibly sexy, petite body he wished that had been her intent. He would have been more than ready to indulge her.

“I’m sorry for the interruption.” Jeanette apologized as she continued to cradle Mya.

“It’s fine. Is she alright?” Alonzo inquired with concern, nodding in Mya’s direction.

Jeanette tightened her hold on the tiny body. If she hadn’t, she might have dropped the child. The man’s voice was sexy and deep with a hint of Latin flavor causing her knees to slightly buckle.

“She’ll be fine in a few minutes. As I was saying, I’m sorry about hitting your car. I know what I did was stupid.”

Jeanette’s face turned a tinge of pink. She couldn’t believe she called herself stupid in front of the sexiest man alive. What she was about to say next sent her into a panic thinking about the money she didn’t have for an increase in her premium rate.

“I do have insurance. If you wait a minute I can go get my wallet and give you my information.”

Jeannette didn’t wait for a response as she rushed out of the room through another doorway.

Alonzo’s phone rang. Glancing at the name on the display he answered. “Hey, Julio. What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Checking to see what time you’ll be by the restaurant. I have some numbers I want to run by you.”

“I’m in the middle of something. When I’m done here, I’ll swing through.”

“You caught up with the chick who hit your ride?”

“Young lady,” Alonzo corrected.

Julio chuckled. “That’s not what you were calling her last night.”

Alonzo cringed. He had thought the worst of Jeanette before meeting her a few minutes ago, and his colorful name calling hadn’t been too gentlemanly.

“Let’s just say she’s not what I expected her to be.”

“Is she ugly?” his younger brother teased.

This time Alonzo chuckled. “Far from it. Have everything ready for me when I get there.”

“Alright bro. See you later.”

“Later.”

As Alonzo was sliding his phone inside his pocket, Jeanette returned to the room with Mya now on her right hip. She handed him a slip of paper.

“I jotted down my information. I called my insurance company this morning to inform them I had an accident, so they’ll be expecting your call.”

While she was speaking another toddler, this time a little boy, wandered into the room leaning against Jeanette’s left leg. He stared at Alonzo with wide curious eyes.

An emptiness he couldn’t explain settled over him as he watched the children clinging to Jeanette for comfort.

“I can see you’re busy. Why don’t I come back after you close this evening so we can talk?”

What did they have to talk about? Everything he needed was on the paper she’d given him. Was he going to demand she pay out of pocket instead of going through the insurance company? She hoped not! She was dreading the five-hundred-dollar deductible she had to pay that was going to wipe her entire savings out.  Reluctantly, she agreed with a nod.

“Come back at seven.”

When he smiled showing a straight row of white teeth, her knees did that buckling thing again. 

“Seven it is,” Alonzo said as he turned and headed toward the door.

As he reached for the doorknob Jeanette called out, “Hey, what’s your name?”

With his back to her an amused grin curved his lips. She doesn’t know who I am. This could be interesting.

“Alonzo Castro.”

Ebony Campbell is a smart, sexy career-oriented black woman who wants nothing more than a summer fling with a man who challenges her mind and body. What she doesn’t expect is Brian Young, a blond-haired, blue-eyed bass player to step up to the challenge.

Despite negative reactions, their fling develops into a deep relationship, and Ebony discovers juggling love, family, and career are nothing compared to the ultimate betrayal she endures.
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Now her dreams spiral into lies and secrets that threaten her future and the trust of those she loves.

“Have you ever been rollerblading?”

She laughed. “Not since high school.”

I stood up and extended my hand. “Come on, let’s give it a try.”

She hesitated. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“I will probably fall flat on my ass,” she warned as she stood.

I made a show of looking at her lovely ass. “I think you’ll be okay. Besides, I’ll catch you.”
Ebony choked out a laugh.

“Come on, we’ll wear knee pads and helmets. It’ll be fun.”

Twenty minutes later, we found a skate rental shop, padded up, and were ready to go. She asked the cashier to take a picture of us on her cell phone. She called it the ‘before’ picture. For some reason, she felt we’d end up covered in grass stains and bloodied knees.

I had my fair share of sports related injuries over the years. I’d done everything from rollerblading to trick bicycle riding. My true passion was surfing.

Staring out into the distance, I wondered if she would be willing to give it a try. Maybe not, but the idea of her in a bikini sent my imagination running wild.

We reached the boardwalk and struggled to find an area where skaters and bicycle riders weren’t clogging up the space. It took a few minutes for Ebony to gain her balance. After many attempts, she laughed, a look of pure happiness on her face.

“Let me help.” I slipped a hand around her bare waist. Her skin was unbelievably soft. The scent of strawberries and whipped cream from her funnel cake mixed with her perfume made it hard to keep my focus.

“Don’t let me fall, Brian.”

“If you fall down, I’ll protect you.”

She didn’t seem reassured, but she took my hand and held on tight. “Believe me; if I go down, I’m taking you with me.”

“Deal.”

Once she found her balance, I moved in front of her. Ebony kept her knees bent and skates pointed straight while I pulled her along, skating backward doing all the work until she got comfortable.

We started slow, navigating our way down the boardwalk staying out of the way of the more experienced skaters, bike riders, and skate boarders. I continued to glance over my shoulder, keeping our path clear.

The happiness on Ebony’s face was a memory I would never forget. Her eyes were full of laughter. She smiled the entire time, and never once did she loosen the grip on my hands. No matter how hard her grip, the connection was what I savored.

We traveled a good distance away from the skate shop. I mentioned it to Ebony, and she looked over her shoulder.

A dog ran by chasing a Frisbee. The dog’s sudden appearance surprised Ebony who instantly moved her feet. Our skates tangled. Everything moved in slow motion as I started to fall, allowing me to live up to my promise to protect her body.

“Oh, no, Brian, are you okay?”

I lay on my back, closed my eyes, and took a moment to evaluate the situation. I could still feel my toes and fingers. My head was okay, thanks to the helmet.

My butt on the other hand was a problem.

An unexpected weight rested on my chest. I opened my eyes to the most beautiful sight: Ebony on top of me, staring into my eyes. Strange, I hadn’t noticed the light flecks of gold in her brown irises. Her lips were inches away from mine. My first thought was to feign unconsciousness so she’d perform CPR.
“I’m sorry!” She fiddled with the straps of my helmet while I groaned. “That dog ran by…oh, man. Where does it hurt?”

She sat up, straddled me, felt the back of my head, and then ran her fingers over my chest. Since her hand came away free of blood, I assumed I wouldn’t die today. She shifted her weight and ran her hands down my legs. The pain was worth having her hands on me. The feeling ignited my body. It wouldn’t be long before the growing bulge in my pants became visible.

“Why don’t they make butt pads?” I struggled to sit up. “I’m okay.”

Ebony aided me in the movement, genuine worry in her eyes. In the end, we were sitting facing each other.

“Are you sure nothing’s broken?”

“Yeah.” I massaged my neck and rolled my shoulders. I would pay for this in the morning.

Ebony removed her helmet. Her hair was a mess, but it looked good. She reached to release the curly locks from the ponytail holder, allowing them to settle on her shoulders.

Once our eyes met, she bit her lip. Her eyebrows shot up as she stifled a laugh. I smirked, which caused her laughter to burst out and me to join in. We looked like idiots.

Ebony wiped tears from the corners of her eyes. She was beautiful. Unable to resist, I ran my fingers through the free strands of her hair. She didn’t pull away. I indulged, brushing my fingers along her cheek, and tucked the hair behind her ear.

It felt like silk. As my fingers grazed her cheek again, her laughter slowed. Her eyes focused on me with just a hint of a question. Her lips parted, sending what I hoped was a silent invitation.

I was aware of the people veering around us as they rushed by. The sound of the ocean, laughter, and dogs barking were no longer the focus of my attention though. Nothing else mattered. No longer thinking, I did what came naturally. My finger rested beneath her jaw as I leaned in to kiss her.

I pressed my lips lightly against hers, inviting her to return the kiss, silently praying for permission for more. Her body tensed beneath my fingertips, so I stopped my lips from taking what they wanted. But, it was too late; I’d crossed the line.

After a day spent talking, laughing, and getting to know each other, it all came down to this kiss. Ebony didn’t pull away, so I kissed her again.

I was about to give up hope and deal with the consequences when her lips came to life.

For a moment, I thought I imagined it. But then she did it again. The warm slide as her lips pressed harder against mine.

I didn’t hesitate. I opened my mouth wider, slipping the tip of my tongue in and tasted…strawberries. Her hand came up and slid into the hair at the nape of my neck. If it were up to me, the kiss would never end. But this was neither the time nor place to explore the softness of her lips.

Ebony moaned when I pulled away.

“We’d better get up before we get run over,” I whispered, my voice thick with longing.

She said nothing, only nodded. I stood first and pulled her back to her feet. We rolled over to the nearest bench and removed our skates.

After wanting to kiss Ebony hours earlier, I had no idea I would be able to do it. She hadn’t said a word, and I didn’t know what to expect next. So I stood, holding my skates, and extended a hand. She took it willingly, and a smile played over her lips. Curiosity and something else I couldn’t identify filled her eyes.

We strolled back to the skate shop hand in hand.

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Clarisse Jordan is a young single mother, who after the death of her fiancé, poured blood, sweat, and tears into her business, Honeydew Café, to provide for her children. A catering gig for successful and super sexy Dylan Price is the opportunity of a lifetime. But she quickly learns that Mr. Price is interested in more than her Southern cuisine. He has his sights set on her.
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Dylan has been in love with Clarisse for years and would do anything to have her—even if it means forcing her into marriage. Lucky for him, the instant chemistry between them is hotter than a mid-summer day beneath the Georgia sun.

Yet Dylan is not completely honest with Clarisse, and when she learns the painful truth, will their love affair end? Or will they be able to find their way back to each other? 

“Mr. Price, what are you telling me? That I have a business partner or that I’m your employee? Are you looking to buy me out of Honeydew, because I’ve invested a lot of money in that café.”

“No, no, no…I’m not saying any of those things, Clarisse.”

“Then what?”

 He stands and makes his way to the windows and looks out at the skyline. The silence drags on, and I think he’ll never answer my question. When he finally speaks, what comes out delivers a shocking blow to me.

“Honeydew Café and the estate belong to me, and I control what happens to it. I’ll give Honeydew back to the Macintyre family, but not until your twins are able to claim their inheritance, and you know that’s not until their twenty-fifth birthday. But I’ll only do so if I get what I want in the meantime.”

“What do you want?” I ask, a hopeful tone to my words.

“You.”

“Me?” My voice rises in surprise.

“Yes, I want you, Clarisse.”

“You’re saying…”

“Marry me or I’ll demolish Honeydew. It’s a family home, and I don’t have use for it without a family. If you don’t marry me, where would that leave you and the twins? With nothing. Nowhere to live and no business to run. Marry me, and you get to keep everything.”

I honestly have no idea what expression I’m wearing, but I can imagine I look shell-shocked. I feel my head moving but I’m not sure if I’m shaking it or if it’s swaying because I’m going to faint. “How could you say that?” I hear myself shouting. “What kind of crazy person are you, Mr. Price?”

He remains by the windows, staring at me. The light frames his silhouette and I can’t help but think he looks angelic. His lean muscled body, broad shoulders, and beautiful features are almost hypnotic. Those words he spoke still linger between us, mingling through the expanse of silence. I’m burning with anger and confused by my arousal.

How could he want to marry me? He doesn’t know me. What he’s proposing is ridiculous. I have to free myself from this mad house. I stand and reach for my clutch bag.

“Clarisse, don’t go,” he says, his words firm and demanding. 

I swing around to face him, rage quickly building because he has yet to answer my questions and I’m fucking entitled to an explanation. He advances on me with his slow predator’s stride, his gaze laser focused on me, and I feel small and willing to allow him to take me. “Keep away from me! How dare you, and then just stand there looking…looking...?” What do I say? Beautiful? Seductive? Crazy? Well right now, he looks determined, and if I’m not mistaken, a little sad. I don’t know what the hell is going on today. “Looking like you’re looking at me now!”

“How am I looking, Clarisse? Like a man who knows what he wants and is willing to throw down the gauntlet to get his way, to get you.” He stands right in front of me, so close I feel his pulsing heat and I’m dizzy with need, but this is crazy and wrong.

“I don’t know you.”

“You’ll get to know me.” His voice lowers to a seductive whisper.

“Dylan, you don’t know me,” I whisper.

“But I know enough. I know you’re passionate, you’re a fighter, and you’re strong, sweet, and funny. You’re a great mother, who finds a way to balance her business and shower her children with love and attention. No doubt, you’ll make an amazing wife. Marry me and you keep your home.”
 
 
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​S. Taylor discovered a love of storytelling at the age of twelve. She would entertain her cousins with exciting adventures and tales of young love; which changed over the years from telling tales at sleepovers to writing several short stories. For S. Taylor writing remained a hobby until 2009 when she decided to share this love with others. She writes love at first sight romance novels full of passion, erotic moments and emotional conflicts with a satisfying happily ever after ending. She is a Texas native, wife and busy mother of five daughters. She spends her free time mediating sibling arguments, relaxing with yoga and discovering new and tasty vegan dishes she enjoys cooking for her family.
 
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