It's another Fabulous Friday and you know what that means! Yes, I'm featuring another Fab author in the spotlight.
Today, Christina Jones is here to share Inevitable Conclusions, her newest release. And if the cover itself isn't hot enough to warm you up, then the excerpt is. There's nothing more intriguing than friends turned lovers.
About the Book:
For Kora and Tariq, those lines have been blurred for a long time. Every time clarity seems to be within reach, something shifts, and in a single moment, focus is lost. Once again, they’re in limbo.
Between them, there is only one secret, with the power to permanently alter their relationship. For good or bad, neither of them knows – nor are they willing to take that risk.
Through the pain of past tragedies and the pressure of current dramas, they always find solace in each other’s arms. Inescapably connected by the interminable bond of friendship, Tariq and Kora navigate family, life, and love, searching for separate answers to a problem that has only has one, unavoidable solution.
She closed her eyes and took a big gulp of her wine, and when she opened them again, her gaze landed right on me. Something in her expression seemed so desolate that I took a few steps closer to her in the kitchen.
“Kora,” I said, grabbing her hand. “Are we really good? You’ve been avoiding me a lot, and I don’t know. I’m usually able to figure you out, but lately you’re a mystery to me.”
She laughed. “That’s funny, Tariq, because I feel like you see right through me. Glad to know that’s not the case.”
She lifted her glass, draining the rest of her wine and I shook my head. “What does that even mean? I don’t hide anything from you, Kora. So why would you…? See what I mean? A mystery.”
For a long moment, she held my gaze, but then she blinked, and a gloss of tears coated her eyes. She turned away from me, pulling her hand from mine to pour herself another glass of Syrah as she cleared her throat.
“Kora,” I said, slipping the glass from her hand to put it down on the counter. At first, I entwined my fingers with hers, but even though I was right in her face, she kept her eyes averted. So I released her hands, cupped her chin instead, tipping it up toward me. “Talk to me about what’s going on with us right now. This distance that’s happening, you pulling away from me like this… we don’t do this, Kora. This isn’t us.”
She sucked in a breath, blinking hard as several tears escaped her eyes. “You’re right – it’s not. But Tariq, you can’t possibly have thought that things wouldn’t be different. I mean, we’re making a huge adjustment, saying that we need to keep an appropriate level of intimacy between us. So where I usually would have asked you to come and lay with me right now, hold me… I can’t. We can’t do that anymore, and that’s hard for me, because this is a time that I could damned sure use it. I’m in limbo right now. Changes with me and you, chaos from the play, and now a concern about if my past is going to become tabloid fodder, how that’s going to affect my job, and more importantly, my daughter. So forgive me if I seem withdrawn. I’m not upset with you, I’m just…”
“I get it,” I said, releasing my hold on her face. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. “I’m sorry for—”
“No! No,” she repeated, looking up to meet my gaze. “There’s nothing to apologize for. Especially not for you. It’s just different. I still love you. You’re still my best friend. I’ll still burn down your entire life before I let anything change that.”
I chuckled, then reached up, swiping tears from her cheeks with my thumbs. “Damn right.” She smiled at me then, and the sudden urge to kiss her was so strong that I licked my lips.
Something in her expression shifted, and I could swear she pushed herself a little closer, subtly raised her mouth closer to mine before she closed her eyes, and shook her head.
“You should probably go.” She maneuvered herself out of my arms, and retrieved her wine, downing half of it in one gulp.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, you’re probably right. So I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah. Of course, Tariq. We’ll get through this little valley, and we’ll be fine.”
“I know.” I nodded, then approached her again, pressing a kiss against her temple before I backed away. “Bye.”
Kora raised her glass to her mouth, finishing it off as she walked me to the door. “Bye.”
I paused for a minute on the other side of the door, hoping that all those things we’d said were actually true. The last thing I wanted was to lose Kora as a friend, especially when this “just friends” mess wasn’t even my idea.
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ABOUT CHRISTINA C. JONES:
Christina C. Jones is a modern romance novelist who has penned more than 15 books. She has earned a reputation as a storyteller who seamlessly weaves the complexities of modern life into captivating tales of black romance.
Prior to her work as a full time writer, Christina successfully ran Visual Luxe, a digital creative design studio. Coupling a burning passion to write and the drive to hone her craft, Christina made the transition to writing full-time in 2014.
With more than 17,000 books sold or borrowed, Christina has attracted a community of enthusiastic readers across the globe who continue to read and share her sweet, sexy, and sometimes scandalous stories.
Most recently, two of Christina’s book series have been optioned for film and television projects and are currently in development.
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