Sample Sunday – Nirvana part 2

Hey y’all! July 5th, Alexis Cñe returns with the finale of “Nirvana.” If you haven’t read part one already, here’s the link to do so.

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Synopsis

In the first installment of this series, Nirvana James and Roland Washington’s love was ignited and then put to the test of standing against time by his deployment. That year proved to be more of a test than either of them could have ever imagined – especially Nirvana. Chasing her dreams came right along with twins Trell and Trez ultimately vying to occupy her most valuable possession. Her heart. A heart that belonged to Roland Watson.

Upon Roland’s return and reclaiming of Nirvana’s love, merging their new lives isn’t exactly as easy as the merging of their hearts has always been. It’s been said that with elevation comes separation, and that’s the last thing Nirvana wants from Roland. As careers take off and love abounds, hurdles arise, and an unexpected heartache threatens the fate of Roland and Nirvana’s relationship. Will their love fizzle and fade away, or will they ultimately reach that perfect state of nirvana?

 

Sneak peek

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The first three months Roland and I spent completely on our own was nothing short of a passionate whirlwind. There wasn’t much that could separate the two of us as we managed to physically, mentally, and spiritually intertwine our lives. We were thriving together and sitting on close to eighty grand after fully furnishing our new town house in Buckhead.
Less than two years ago I was headed to the group home I met Roland in with one hundred and eighty-seven dollars to my name. That, and a suitcase stuffed full of the remnants of the only life I’d known for sixteen years. I was an emotional wreck and my life was a mess. A mess that has begun to manifest into a masterpiece.

The sitcom I starred in started blowing up and so did my phone. People were inquiring to work with me left and right, and it was only my first year in the industry. I was a trending topic almost every Wednesday, following the airing of each new episode. The viewers loved every juicy, jaw dropping episode and were hoping for another season almost as bad as I was.

I had become a social butterfly on social media because I now had fans. I was followed by people who loved my acting, my looks, my smile, my style, and people who just wanted to get a glimpse into the girl behind the camera. It didn’t take long for people to connect me to the scandal with my father or the video of me being stabbed, so when I confirmed their suspicions, the attention made me even more relevant. My pockets weren’t complaining and neither was I.

Roland saw the video and hated that something like that could go viral so he paid to have it removed. In my opinion, I think he hated the fact that he wasn’t here and was tired of it popping up on his feed to remind him. It was out there so long I had gotten over it.

The season finale of Behind the Music aired a week ago and I was officially contemplating my next move. The cast and I were almost like family now, and we just flowed in front of the camera, so I couldn’t see this season being a one hitter quitter. The network would be absolutely crazy not to pick up another season so I was waiting on a word. When Mr. Vinnel called me this morning to meet, that was the only thing on my mind.

As for Roland, he started working on a nonprofit like Aneesa’s for young men and his commitment to it was expediting it into rapid success. I introduced him to the world of social media and he was raising money left and right. He had so many letters coming into the P.O. box we bought for privacy we had to check it every other day. The letters were from mothers and loved ones concerned about young men they felt needed a spot in his program.

Roland and I were ten times pass swamped. When we weren’t busy, we were exploring each other’s bodies like nothing else mattered. When I say nothing else, I mean nothing. Not even birth control. It was the furthest thing on my mind for months. Scratch that . . . Trell and Trez were the furthest thing from my mind . . . most of the time.

They had stopped calling me after about a month but that didn’t stop me from having the same dream every time I felt that part of my life was officially over. On top of that, I was still tip toeing around telling Roland that I dreamed about Trell reaching for his pistol with him as the target which made me feel like I can’t permanently sweep it, or them, under a rug.

Hope you’re ready for this epic finale!

Until next time,

Love, the authors of BLP.

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Sample Sunday – Allegiance to Your Love

Hey y’all!

ShanicexLola is no stranger to penning beautiful masterpieces, but she’ll be making her B. Love Publications debut with “Allegiance to Your Love” July 3rd! Here’s the synopsis and a sneak peek into a book that you do not want to miss out on!

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Synopsis

One look required a double-take, and a double-take revealed his fate to love a woman who didn’t know how it felt to be honorably loved.

Naima Jenkins obtained a life many women kneeled to pray for. The exterior showcased a happily married woman with a beautiful smile so envy-worthy that she should’ve considered watching her back. Contrarily, she was sleeping with the real enemy – a man who promised to love her endlessly, but his actions didn’t correlate. Enough becomes too much to bear when her scars run out of time to heal before another is enforced.

Anxious to reclaim control over her somber life, Naima is determined to stand up for herself. Focused on the bigger picture, being accompanied by another man didn’t fit into the plan. However, Mannix Campton wasn’t just any man. Harboring charisma and profound thoughtfulness, he was irresistible. A plea to trust him could change her life if she’s willing to give herself up again. If only she was willing, an unconventional introduction could lead to the electrifying passion she’d always craved.

Sneak peek

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The night’s frigid conditions threatened to numb my being the second I stepped foot outside my car. Following suit with the other foot gradually, the all-black attire I wore helped me blend amongst the night.

“Shit.” I bit the side of my hand when I cursed aloud. The suburban community was quiet, appearing practically deserted if the line of cars along the curbs weren’t there to prove the area was fulfilled. Inching closer to the home I’d just followed my husband to, the strong wind restricted me from walking as swiftly as I wished to. Needed to! The blatant lie my husband leaped from our bed in the middle of the evening and told me wasn’t sitting well with my heart. Draven could convince my mind to believe anything he wanted. He was an attorney. A damn good one too. Lies and scandal were a part of his resume and livelihood. But my aching heart was onto his games. My rapid heartbeat was screaming, ‘how dare he try to play me.’

Running down the road from where I’d abruptly stopped when I noticed him pull in a driveway, I pressed my key to alarm my brand-new Volkswagen GTI. If it was this easy for me to follow him in the unattended gate, who knew what else could go on around here? The Volkswagen I’d recently leased was only three months old, and it was one of the few things between us that I rightfully owned and earned without his name being attached to it.

Getting out of my own head, I stopped crouching and tiptoeing on my favorite wedge sneakers to stand tall. My husband was without a doubt cheating on me. Had been for months! Why was I hiding my hands like I was the guilty one?

The sign in front of his whore’s house said, ‘Don’t Walk on The Grass.’

“Fuck this grass,” I muttered and kicked the sign over.

Stuffing my numb fingers in the pockets of the oversized hoodie I sported, I approached the front door discreetly until I heard laughter. His genuine chuckles belonged to me, and he was giving them away without remorse for the woman he’d recited vows to five years ago. Suddenly I was crouching again. My thighs burned as I kneeled and kept my back against the bricked home for coverage. Soft giggles joined in on his laughter as I glanced around the corner and saw them holding hands in the dining area. The white curtains were closed, but they were sheer. I could see everything clearly, down to the sink in the background filled with dirty dishes. A bottle of red wine sat between them as they sipped from their glasses occasionally before returning both of their hands to the middle of the table to hold onto each other. They looked in each other’s eyes like they were head over heels for one another, and I just wanted to fucking scream!

Controlling myself had never been this difficult, and the cold air wasn’t helping my case. It was taking my breath away as the wind was already being knocked out of me with every wink and head nod he provided her. Damn. I’d failed to realize how corny he was all along. Draven was attentive, sweet, and a provider like I’d always witnessed my father be to my mother. Still, he was corny, and a manipulative cheater. He hadn’t beaten on me in a few days to get what he wanted out of me, so the wink and head nod put forth was an initiation for sex. I could recognize the meaning behind that twinkle in his eye anywhere.

Surveying her body, I easily noticed the breasts, thighs, and ass she had that I lacked. Ironically, she seemed the opposite of me from the dirty dishes in her sink to the extra weight she carried, but what else could I expect from a man? Were they ever certain of their type? As ugly as I wanted to make her out to be, I couldn’t. I couldn’t deny the recognition she deserved. The chandelier above their heads glistened against her teeth as she flashed a perfect smile. Running my tongue over my gap, I wanted to feel envious, but all I harbored inside was anger. As I watched them interact with each other, I awaited a jealous feeling to overwhelm me, but my anger only strengthened. Draven had betrayed me for the last time.

Hope you’re ready for this amazing story!

Until next time,

Love, the authors of BLP.

Final sneak peek into “Why don’t We Fall in Love?”

Are you ready for Chelsea Maria’s “Why don’t We Fall in Love?” If you aren’t, you better get ready because it drops 6/20!

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Synopsis –

Nyla Monroe prided herself on never falling in love. She wore it like a badge of honor. Unlike her free-spirited friends, who freely loved, she created a rule book that gave her specific instructions to follow when it came to guarding her heart. Over the years, Nyla allowed her painful childhood to be a blanket of protection and reason behind being anti-love.

At thirty years old, Nyla finally grew tired of her Mother’s coddling ways and decided it was time for a change. Unsure of the first place to start looking, the person who has always guided her steps in and opens his home to her – her best friend Chea Bradley.

Whenever these two are in the same vicinity of one another, a harmony of love encompassed them to the point of suffocation, but what can be done when one is determined not to fall?

Uprooting from all she knew, Nyla heads to Colorado with the intentions of getting her business off the ground. Along the way of expanding her brand, it seems Cupid has a bow with Nyla’s name on it ready to strike its target – her heart, causing her to be open and honest about her feelings.

Chea Bradley is a man of strength and determination. Every step he has taken in life has been calculated down to the house he would buy. Unlike Nyla, who is blind to their unmeasurable chemistry, Chea steps in and gives Nyla all the love and strength she never thought she needed. But will that be enough? Will these two best friends of eight years do the unthinkable and embrace the inevitable, or will the fear of falling in love keep them stagnate?

Sneak peek – Nyla

Seeing Chea standing on the wrap around porch caused my stomach to somersault. I missed feeling the tremors in my heart when he smiled. It had barely been a month since I last saw him, and a feeling of longing formed in my chest. I never wanted that amount of time to pass between us again.

He stood, feet gapped and those bowlegs wide. The khaki’s and navy-blue polo shirt complemented his sweet gingerbread skin perfectly. His dreads were freshly done and hung loosely. Seeing the pink of his tongue glide over his succulent lips caused my heart to pound so loudly in my ears that I was afraid I might go deaf.

I sucked in several deep breaths as my eyes watched him swagger over to my side of the car. Chea had a distinctive walk that I could bet my last dollar on identifying in a crowd. He walked and dripped sex appeal. The authority in his hips let you know that the member between his legs was the heavyweight champion of the world. His thick neck matched his perfect posture and broad shoulders.

“Girl, you got it bad,” Moe teased as Chea opened my door.

Ignoring her, I took a deep breath and smiled. “Hey, pudd.”

“Sing to me, baby.” Instead of holding his hand out for me, he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and scooped me out the car. I tried, I really did, but the whimper and moan fought harder than my inner will.

Being in Chea’s arms, feeling his hard-chiseled chest, and smelling his panty-dropper cologne ignited an X-rated hunger and weakness within me. I was hungry to climb up his body and latch on and never let go, but too weak to think and remember that those lines were never to be crossed.

Running my nose along the thick vein near his Adam’s apple, I ran my hands up and down the back of his head. “I missed you, Pudd. You miss me?”

Where was the fire truck when I needed it?

His rough hands squeezed me closer. I never wanted to leave the confinement of his arms. It was my haven. My place of peace and protection. They provided the perfect comfort, and from the feel of Chea’s heartbeat leveling out to match mine, he felt the same. Our hearts were in sync. Our hearts were finally home. They may have been in the wrong body, he had mine, and I had his, but they were finally in the same space.

Gripping me by the back of my neck, he looked me deep in my eyes. His burning gaze held me captive. “I never stop missing you,” he professed. Slowly, not breaking eye contact, he placed a kiss on the corner of lips.

My body began to hum and vibrate as I fought to keep my head still and not turn to meet his lips. “Chea,” I gripped his shirt to stop myself from moaning. His drugging kisses were getting too intimate. I didn’t know how much more I could endure before I begged for more.

“You feel so good in my arms, Ny. Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you here with me? All to myself. Just you and me. Mmm, I’m never letting you leave me,” his words shocked me to complete silence. “Let’s get your car unpacked.” He didn’t move. Made no attempts to let me go. His lips moved from the corner of my mouth to the hypersensitive spot on my collarbone.

Our surroundings became a blur. Moe’s giggling and snickering became distant static. His teeth grazed my spot, and then the feel of his tongue opened the dam between the river that flowed between my legs. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he bit my flesh.

Why was he playing so unfairly? Why was he torturing me like this? What was he doing to me?

“I hate to break up this moment, but I’m hungry. Chia pet, what you got to eat?” Moe tapped her nails against the roof of my car.

A man on a mission to slaughter me in the middle of his driveway, Chea answered without lifting his head or breaking the groove he created between licking and biting my collarbone. “Foods on top of the stove.”

I snapped out of my drunken state at the sound of his front door closing, “Chea, please stop. We can’t.” The hot little person growing against my thigh made me want to recant those words. “Chea, please.”

His fingers tightened around the back of my neck. An animal growl brushed from his lips to my own. Rolling his forehead against mine, he spoke a series of words that frightened and aroused me. “Nyla, I won’t hold back any longer. The minute you agreed to live with me you agreed to allow me to break down every wall you have up. I know you’re scared to play around with our friendship like this but trust me, Ny, I will protect your heart and love you how you deserve. Trust me. I love you too much to play games or hurt you.”

Part of me wanted to hop back in the car, drive back to Florida, and change my number. The other part of me, my heart, planted my feet on Colorado’s soil and dared me to move. I never ignored Chea’s advances. He never hid them. From the beginning, he has been open about his feelings towards me. It was me who cowered out and hid. I liked this new Chea who put his foot down. As much as I wanted to embrace it, I knew that my demons wouldn’t allow me to.

The guest bedroom that Chea deemed as my own was the room next to his. Shoulda known. When I asked if I could have the room downstairs, he gave me a stern look to not even think about it. He prepared not one but two places for me. In the back of the house, there were seven large ceiling to floor windows. It captured the mountains beautifully. He had the area turned into my office. What did I do to deserve this man?

Until 6/20!

Why don’t We Fall in Love? – SampleSunday

Here’s a look into Chelsea Maria’s “Why don’t We Fall in Love?” before it drops 6/20!

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Synopsis –

Nyla Monroe prided herself on never falling in love. She wore it like a badge of honor. Unlike her free-spirited friends, who freely loved, she created a rule book that gave her specific instructions to follow when it came to guarding her heart. Over the years, Nyla allowed her painful childhood to be a blanket of protection and reason behind being anti-love.

At thirty years old, Nyla finally grew tired of her Mother’s coddling ways and decided it was time for a change. Unsure of the first place to start looking, the person who has always guided her steps in and opens his home to her – her best friend Chea Bradley.

Whenever these two are in the same vicinity of one another, a harmony of love encompassed them to the point of suffocation, but what can be done when one is determined not to fall?

Uprooting from all she knew, Nyla heads to Colorado with the intentions of getting her business off the ground. Along the way of expanding her brand, it seems Cupid has a bow with Nyla’s name on it ready to strike its target – her heart, causing her to be open and honest about her feelings.

Chea Bradley is a man of strength and determination. Every step he has taken in life has been calculated down to the house he would buy. Unlike Nyla, who is blind to their unmeasurable chemistry, Chea steps in and gives Nyla all the love and strength she never thought she needed. But will that be enough? Will these two best friends of eight years do the unthinkable and embrace the inevitable, or will the fear of falling in love keep them stagnate?

Sneak peek – Nyla

I noticed my steps seemed hurried compared to his slow dragging steps as we walked to the elevators. Seeing his tired body barely moving at normal pace caused a rush of sadness to come over me. “Chea, we can do this tomorrow. Get some sleep.”

He glanced down at his watch, “I have exactly fifteen minutes before your day is over. It won’t take that long. Come on birthday girl.” He placed the most tender kiss in the corner of my mouth. No matter how many years have passed since he started giving me corner mouth kisses, the butterflies in my stomach awakened, and my knees wobbled as if it was the first time.

On the elevator ride down to the lobby, he leaned against the wall on the other side of me, watching. Assessing. “I love you, Ny, you know that?” A lump formed in my throat causing me to become speechless. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

I cursed Moe in my head. Why did she have to book us a room on the twelfth floor? It felt like forever, especially under the intense burning gaze of Chea’s eyes. He stood, devilishly handsome. Chea is by far the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. The shadow of his beard gave him an even more manly aura. There was an intrinsic strength in his face that drew you in like a bee to honey. His compelling whiskey eyes, the firm features, and the confident set of shoulders read dangerous. It had nothing to do with the badge or the gun he toted. Chea was a dangerous man – dangerously good looking.

Admiring his one of a kind features held no fire to the part of him that made me want to break the friend code. It was the two golds in his mouth on his top and bottom fangs, right side. Chea, Dade County breed, wasn’t your typical cop. No, he was that foine cop who you hoped pulled you over for speeding in a school zone. If he were a TSA officer, he’d have you willingly asking for cavity body searches in a private room ready to scream ‘search me, Mr. Officer.’

Even in a crowd, his presence was compelling. Chea had an air of authority and the appearance of one who demanded instant obedience, and oh how I wanted to test his limits.

That slipped out.

I’m getting carried away.

I cannot have these feelings of attraction towards my best friend.

Chea walked forward, stopping in front of me. His eyes bore down into mine. I failed to keep eye contact. The intensity of it was too much. Way too much under the circumstances. We never crossed those lines, and I wasn’t about to waste years of friendship off my ridiculous crush.

Shifting from one foot to the other, I fidgeted with my fingers hoping he got the hint of my nervousness. He didn’t get the memo. The minute the doors opened he pulled me to his side and walked out.

A moan slipped out from inhaling him by accident. I didn’t mean to take a deep breath of his masculinity. It was either smell him or run my hands up and down his muscular tatted arm. Sniffing him seemed more logical until he realized what I had done. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

What are you doing, Nyla?

We had one glass of wine. Cool yourself.

“Chea, why are we walking to your car?” I trusted Chea with my life, but I’m sure whatever he had to show me could’ve waited another six hours when the sun was out.

“You’re safe with me, Ny.” He gave me a smile that sent my pulse racing. “Stay right here so I can see you. I’m going to grab something out the trunk. Don’t move, Nyla. I mean it.” He chastised with a knowing grin. A twinkle of moonlight caught his eyes as he glanced at me.

How could I not listen to him looking at me like this?

“I won’t move. Scouts honor,” I held my hand up and gave my best reassuring smile.

He turned around and popped the trunk. While he dug for his buried treasure, I took the time to admire the sculpture in front of me. His muscles stretched wide and flexed under his shirt.

And his neck. There was nothing like a strong neck on a strong man. Then he had the nerve to be bowlegged and have dreads. Why was God torturing me like this?

“Happy Birthday, Nyla,” Chea handed me a red gift bag. He alternated between scratching his head and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“What’s in the bag? It better not be a prank.”

“Take it out and see.” He hopped on the trunk leaving me standing. I never saw Chea nervous. Like ever.

“Okay. If I blow up, I’m haunting you in death.” I reached into the bag and pulled out the soft object wrapped in gold tissue paper. I looked up to see him watching my every move while chewing on the inside of his jaw. “Chea, why are you so…” I gulped hard and squeezed my eyes shut.

He remembered.

He listened to me.

He remembered.

“Chea.” Brushing away the tears to see, I held the doll in front of my face hoping, begging, that this was real. I was overcome with acute nostalgia from my childhood.

“I searched for a long time. Your mom helped as much as she could, but I wanted to be the one to bring you happiness.” His warm voice branded my heart. When did he move from the car? Glancing past the stuffed doll, I watched my strong pudding juggle nervousness. “She smells like chocolate like you said, and the outfit matches the one in your pictures. I can’t say if this is the real one…” He didn’t need to finish. I had heard and seen enough. Throwing my arms around his hard waist, I placed my face in the middle of his chest and released years of guilt.

When I was a baby, my grandmother gifted me a doll named Jammie Pie. She smelled like the richest chocolate and was the softest doll I ever had. No matter how old I got, she was my favorite and lived on my bed. One summer day I decided to spring clean. Two large garbage bags were filled to the brim with old stuffed animals and dolls. Unbeknownst to me, my Jammie Pie was in one of those bags.

I begged my Mom to take me to the shelter where we dropped the bags off. By the time we made it back, all the bags were taken away to another location. My Jammie Pie was gone. I cried for days, months, and even years later now when I allow myself to drift down memory lane.

How Chea managed to find the doll, I don’t know, but I would make sure I never lost this one. I knew it wasn’t the original one my grandmother gave me; it was just the meaning behind it that he remembered. A story that I told over five years ago.

“Thank you,” I spoke into his chest.

His strong arms tightened around me. “I always listen, Ny. Seeing you happy is all that matters to me.” He cupped my face in his hands and kissed the corner of my lips. “I love you, Nyla.”

“I love you too, Chea.”

I did it.

I spoke my truth…out loud.

Until next time,

Love, the authors of BLP