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!

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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!

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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!

Xoxo



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?

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!

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.

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

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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

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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

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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

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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!

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.

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?

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.

“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.


And that's a wrap for our Sample Sunday! If you enjoyed either of these samples go on over to our Facebook or Instagram and tell us what you think! There will be more sneak peeks of these releases coming soon! So stay on the look out! Enjoy the rest of your Sunday loves!

FINAL SNEAK PEEK- TO SAY, I LOVE YOU

Hey, Reader!

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

Take one last look into this beauty goes live tomorrow!

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

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

Bed Peace

Jess Words

Pryde Rose

Present Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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SAMPLE SUNDAY TIMES TWO

Hey, Beauty!

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

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

Do you want to test this theory?

If so keep scrolling.

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

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

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

We have one last look into this story below!

Mekhi Kage is every woman’s dream man. He’s suave, alpha, handsome, and wealthy. Mekhi craves control, and he likes everything to go his way. As the founder of For The People multimedia company, Mekhi is determined to put out quality content for his African American culture. So when BaddieBookBabe, an infamously tough book reviewer, gives a one star review to Mekhi’s most popular and highest paid author, he is determined to get her to remove the review… or join his team.  Because it’s best to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right?  Jacintha Freeman, or the BaddieBookBabe as the literary industry knows her, is tough on books and even tougher on the authors that write them. She’s determined to make sure that Black people are portrayed in the brightest light and highest high in the books that are supposed to represent them. When she is recommended a book by Stone, a male author who stands for the complete opposite of what she believes in, Jacintha refuses to promote him as a noteworthy author – no matter how much Mekhi tries to get her to.  Because it’s best to stand firm on your values than fall for a handsome face, right?  When Mekhi offers Jacintha a job as his Top Critic, she is skeptical to accept, but does so with the intent of making the industry she loves better. As time progresses, enemies become lovers who turn to enemies and lovers all over again. Promises are made, secrets are kept, and reputations are destroyed. It comes as no surprise to anyone when their professional relationship turns personal, but will their love be able to stand when it wasn’t meant for each other to begin with?

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

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

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

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

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

Jacintha 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say Love
by ASH LEY

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

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

“I missed you too,” she admitted. 

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

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

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

“Have you been sleeping?” she asked. 

“Not well.”

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

“What happened?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not asking for that.”

“Then what?”

“Do you love me?”

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

“Yes.”

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

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

“Britton, how…”

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

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

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

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

I love her, he muttered. 

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

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

Until Next Time Beauty!

With Love,

The Authors of BLP

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-FORBIDDEN ACTS

Hey, reader!

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

Life seems perfect for twenty-six-year-old Zuri Adara. She lands her dream job as an Academic Advisor and an adjunct teacher at a community college, purchases a new home, and meets a beautiful guy who sets her heart aflame, Alex Nile. Unfortunately, he’s her twenty-year-old college student.  She feels an unexplainable connection when looking into his eyes, which tears her up inside. In attempts to repel the spark, she avoids eye contact with him. However, his presence alone causes her to question her resolve. One night while assisting with a school mixer event, Alex asks her to dance. She initially rejects the invitation, but the enrapturing moment compels her to drift onto the floor with him.  Suddenly, she stops and warns him that it can never happen again. Feeling disappointed in herself, she realizes she must come up with a solution to tame her yearning heart; otherwise, she risks giving in to her desires and losing it all.

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

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

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

SNEAK PEEK

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

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

 “Yes.”

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

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

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

 “What about my advising job?”

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

 I hesitated with a long pause.

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

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

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

“Sure. Why not?”

“Oh, thank you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Glad I could help.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

“Thanks so much. See you tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

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

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK-INDIGO HAZE 3

Hey, reader!

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

Indie has revealed himself to Taj and getting back in her good graces is tougher than he thought it would be. With the business of the streets still going on and Joey's incarceration, Indie has to choose which issue needs more of his attention. Determined not to break under pressure, Indie tries to juggle all three.  Taj has been stewing in her anger since leaving Indigo and the rest of her family in Los Angeles. While she returns back to her day to day motion it's becoming painfully clear that she cannot continue on the current path. With Malcolm, fighting to keep her focus and Indie lingering in the background, Taj is torn between living the life she's been accustomed to or living the life her heart is leaping toward.  Can Indie and Taj get what they want, or will they be forced to choose everything else over them?  Find out in Indigo Haze: Thug Love is the Best Love Part 3.

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

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

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

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

Indigo


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Later..."



SAMPLE SUNDAY TIMES TWO

Happy Sunday Beauty!

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

Indie has revealed himself to Taj and getting back in her good graces is tougher than he thought it would be. With the business of the streets still going on and Joey's incarceration, Indie has to choose which issue needs more of his attention. Determined not to break under pressure, Indie tries to juggle all three.  Taj has been stewing in her anger since leaving Indigo and the rest of her family in Los Angeles. While she returns back to her day to day motion it's becoming painfully clear that she cannot continue on the current path. With Malcolm, fighting to keep her focus and Indie lingering in the background, Taj is torn between living the life she's been accustomed to or living the life her heart is leaping toward.  Can Indie and Taj get what they want, or will they be forced to choose everything else over them?  Find out in Indigo Haze: Thug Love is the Best Love Part 3.


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

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

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

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

SAMPLE

Taj

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life seems perfect for twenty-six-year-old Zuri Adara. She lands her dream job as an Academic Advisor and an adjunct teacher at a community college, purchases a new home, and meets a beautiful guy who sets her heart aflame, Alex Nile. Unfortunately, he’s her twenty-year-old college student.  She feels an unexplainable connection when looking into his eyes, which tears her up inside. In attempts to repel the spark, she avoids eye contact with him. However, his presence alone causes her to question her resolve. One night while assisting with a school mixer event, Alex asks her to dance. She initially rejects the invitation, but the enrapturing moment compels her to drift onto the floor with him.  Suddenly, she stops and warns him that it can never happen again. Feeling disappointed in herself, she realizes she must come up with a solution to tame her yearning heart; otherwise, she risks giving in to her desires and losing it all.

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

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

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

SAMPLE 

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

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

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

“No, not at all.” 

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

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

“Alright. So, what’re you doing?”

Thinking about you. “Relaxing.”

“Tell me, how do you relax?” 

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

“Trust me, yes.”

“Okay, talk to you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, Zuri. Definitely.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I was wondering the same thing about you.”

“I’m a student here.” 

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

“You’re kidding, right?” I moaned. 

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

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

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

Stay tuned for more sneak peeks coming your way very soon!

FINAL SNEAK PEEK-CAN'T RESIST THIS COMPLICATED LOVE

Hey, reader!

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

Why is love always so complicated?    Reese Walter knows what’s good for her, that is, until fate introduces her to Jacori Johnston. Their earth stopping attraction to each other must be denied or everything they know could come crumbling down. One night of weakness and soul-stirring passion is left behind, until life draws them together again, four years later.    The love they had for each other remains, but when secrets are revealed, it leaves one of them praying for forgiveness and the other trying to decide if this complicated love is worth the fight.

Why is love always so complicated?

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

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

SNEAK PEEK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I gotta go,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me!”

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

FINAL SNEAK PEEK - TRAINING MY HEART TO LOVE YOU

Hey, reader!

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

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SYNOPSIS

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

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

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

SNEAK PEEK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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FINAL SNEAK PEEK- EVERYTHING IS LOVE

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

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

Dakari Summers returned home after two years of licking his wounds from a previous heartbreak. He has a new contract, a new team, and has reconnected with his college friends. He has made himself a vow – to never fall in love again – but life back home has different plans for him.  Baylee Alexander has finally come out of hiding and releasedthe shambles left behind after making a grave mistake that shifted her view on life and love. Attempting to rid herself of the baggage she carries, her sight is set on the perfect distraction,which is work. With her dreams under attack, she takes a leap of faith that lands her in a situation she isn’t prepared for.  A whirlwind romance develops, and falling for each other is uncontrollable for both Dakari and Baylee. But how long will it last when the skeletons of their past come tumbling out of the closets they thought they sealed?  Find out if Dakari and Baylee can bounce back in Everything is Love.

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

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

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

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

Baylee Alexander

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

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

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

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

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

“You have selective hearing. You know that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

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Hope you’re ready for all this love tomorrow!

 

FINAL SNEAK PEEK - YEARN FOR ME

Hey, reader!

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

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

You get the point.

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

Disclaimer: This is book two of the For Me series. Feign for Me must be read first.  The cat is out of the bag, well more like the baby is out of the bag. The weekend is over and Mac and Christela have returned to their old lives. What has been revealed about Mac has the two in a limbo with neither one sure of how to move forward from it.  Mac vowed that he would wait on Christela no matter what. But is what has come to light only going to lead to him waiting in vain?  Christela still has a dream job opportunity in Boston that she planned to take but will what she now knows about Mac cause her to change her mind? She can’t deny that Mac is the only man that can love her and bring her to multiple climaxes.  Their strength may be tested. Their desire may take over. Their seemingly unbreakable connection may break.  The only thing that is certain is that the two have been yearning for each other. The question is, will they give in or will they give up?

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

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

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

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

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

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

SAMPLE

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

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

“Give me your left hand.”

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

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

“Mac, I won’t…”

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

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

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