Bonus Sneak Peek – Our Type of Love

Hey y’all! We’re back with a bonus sneak peek of Chelsea Maria’s upcoming release “Our Type of Love” that is dropping tomorrow, 8/1!

Preorder here if you want it delivered to your Kindle automatically: https://amzn.to/2mUSd8p

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Synopsis

The depths of his love became the remedy to heal my broken soul….

On stage, rapper KC demanded the attention of his fans. With lyrics that captivated the hardest thug to the nerdiest geek, he mastered the art of appealing to a diverse crowd.

Once KC left the stage and recording studios, he became Kellon Cambridge, the devoted family man. While his purpose was to encourage people through his lyrics, his passion was to make sure that his wife, Delilah Cambridge, never went a day without knowing how much he loved her.

Celebrating seven years of marriage, the happy couple is determined to show that the seven-year itch was nothing but hocus pocus. But, all that changed the minute a blast from Kellon’s past ends up on the couch in their home revealing secrets that Delilah prayed weren’t true.

Fresh off tour and healing from a devastating loss, Kellon and Delilah are left figuring out if their love was worth fighting for. Will the couple remain standing, or allow past transgressions to rob them of their happily ever after?

Sneak Peek — Kellon

*unedited*

“KC, we’re pulling up. You got less than ten minutes to get out of there.” Khiver’s voice boomed through the phone.

Running a trembling hand over my head, I sighed. “Is…Is she with you?” My chest constricted as I sat waiting. No air filled my lungs. I couldn’t breathe.

“Um, we-we, she…I don’t know where she is, Kellon. That’s why I need you out of there. You and I both know she can’t find you before we do. I’ll call you back when I’m downstairs.” Without another word, my brother disconnected the call. I know he wanted to say more. I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

I fucked up.

Bad.

The body laying next to me awakening snapped me out of the depressive state I placed myself in. “Babe, why are you up so early? Is it time for you to go?” The feel of her hand touching my back felt like a cast iron branding my skin causing me to jump up.

“Kellon, what’s the matter?” Chuckling in annoyance, I ignored the innocence in her voice. Her and I both knew what was wrong. We crossed a line that shouldn’t have ever been crossed.

Standing over the bed I ran a hand over my head as I stared down at the soft brown leg that freed itself from the tangle of the sheets. I knew what lay behind those covers that clung to curves my hands had become familiar with during the night. There was no denying the beauty in her face, and from the smirk on her lips, she knew it too. Though she was beautiful she wasn’t my Delilah and I gave her a piece of me that didn’t belong to her.

Sitting up, she let the sheet puddle around her waist giving me one last view of her succulent breast. “Will you call me? I can meet you whenever she isn’t around?” I quickly snapped out the lustful haze her body put me in and begged my legs not to give out on me.

I felt weak. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Delilah.

Immediately the guilt plagued me. Heart first. Shoving my hands in the pockets of my jeans, the pain of my betrayal dug deeper as my right hand touched the velvet box. My throat burned as a massive amount of emotions hit me all at once. I’ve never been a man who expressed his emotions or was emotionally led, but then Delilah entered my world and shook it up for the better.

She taught me that it was okay to feel. It was okay to be loved and to love. She showed that what my parents and grandparents had, real love, was obtainable with her.

Staring into the eyes of the woman lying in the hotel bed I saw red. Not because of the predicament we were in, or because I fell for her luscious charm. I saw red because all I could imagine was Delilah doing the same to me. God have mercy on the man’s soul because he was a dead man.

If she ever found out about my one time of dishonesty, she’d leave me. My world couldn’t leave me, and I prayed God showed me mercy one last time and kept this between the three of use.

A knock came from the door letting me know Khiver had arrived. “Be easy,” I said as I admired her beauty one last time. My steps to the door were heavy. The guilt of it all weighed me down. I had to get myself together before I faced Delilah. She knew me better than anyone and could read me like a book. This secret wasn’t one she could ever find out. I couldn’t lose my world over one mistake.

Are you ready?!

Until then,

Love, the authors of BLP.

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Final Sneak Peek – Our Type of Love

Hey y’all! We’re back with the final sneak peek of Chelsea Maria’s upcoming release “Our Type of Love”! Preorder is available now and it goes live on 8/1!

https://amzn.to/2mUSd8p

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Synopsis

The depths of his love became the remedy to heal my broken soul….

On stage, rapper KC demanded the attention of his fans. With lyrics that captivated the hardest thug to the nerdiest geek, he mastered the art of appealing to a diverse crowd.

Once KC left the stage and recording studios, he became Kellon Cambridge, the devoted family man. While his purpose was to encourage people through his lyrics, his passion was to make sure that his wife, Delilah Cambridge, never went a day without knowing how much he loved her.

Celebrating seven years of marriage, the happy couple is determined to show that the seven-year itch was nothing but hocus pocus. But, all that changed the minute a blast from Kellon’s past ends up on the couch in their home revealing secrets that Delilah prayed weren’t true.

Fresh off tour and healing from a devastating loss, Kellon and Delilah are left figuring out if their love was worth fighting for. Will the couple remain standing, or allow past transgressions to rob them of their happily ever after?

Sneak Peek — Delilah

When I pulled up in the driveway, the number of cars surprised me. It wasn’t a surprise to see Khiver’s car but seeing his lawyer and accountant’s car surprised me.

I barely turned my key in the lock when the door opened. “Hey, sis.” Khiver kissed my cheek.

Gathering my footing, I looked around. “Hey, Khi, what’s with all the cars?”

Before he could answer, his brother called my name from down the hall. “Delilah.” The bass of Kellon’s voice caused my face to heat and cheeks to turn red. My lady parts had been silent all day. Hearing his voice woke her up and sent her into a frenzy.

I looked over Khiver’s shoulder and met the intense gaze of Kellon. Looking into his eyes was like seeing him for the first time. I’ll never forget how I felt when we first met. Our souls were talking. We were not involved in the manner. It felt like we were intruders invading a very intimate moment.

Standing tall with his legs gapped open, I admired the beautifully sculpted masterpiece. His chiseled features enhanced his dark milk chocolate skin. And those coal eyes had the power to increase my libido just by a sudden glare. A subtle, but intense glare that made my knees weak.

His healthy eating habits and dedicated workout regimen gave him a body that on most mornings he had to pry my limbs from around. Every ounce of Kellon was succulent.

With his index finger, he motioned for me to come to him. I tucked my lips in my mouth to stifle my purr. It had happened on a regular. My body purred for him at any given moment. From the smirk on his face, I failed at hiding it.

My steps faltered as my heart tumbled into the pit of my stomach. “Hi, babe.”

With our height difference, whenever I kissed him, I shamelessly climbed him until I got in the position that I liked…deep in the crevice of his arms.

Staring at me with those intriguing eyes, he demanded me, “Kiss me.” One hand wrapped firmly around my waist, holding me in place, and the other held my neck firm. “Stop playing,” He smacked my booty. “You know what I want.” I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. The minute his tongue touched mine I whimpered and melted into his chest.

When he first kissed me this way many moons ago, I thought he was into those kinky fetishes. Kellon liked to see his saliva run from his tongue onto mine and then he would suck my tongue until I creamed.

Weird, but I loved our weirdness.

The good prude girl I was before him had long ago vanished. I was ruined. He ruined me. He helplessly ruined me. Hopelessly was I devoted to him just as he was devoted to me. Irrevocably I was his as he was mine.

My lips pouted when he separated from me. His heavy chuckle caused my chest to vibrate. Kissing my nose, he promised me a happy ending. “I’ll handle you later. Come on.” He released my body and grabbed my hand.

As he walked towards the living room area, he turned and gave me a somber look. Something felt off. A voice in my head kept telling me to stop and go back outside. The closer we got, the faster my heart pounded.

I glanced down at his trembling hand that had become clammy. What was going on?

We turned the corner, and I gasped. It felt like I was hit in the chest by a large eighteen-wheeler with spiked wheels. My hand separated from Kellon’s as I took in the woman sitting comfortably on my couch.

My head snapped up towards Kellon. “Why is she here?” My voice dripped with so much venom that I frightened myself.

No one said a word. Kellon seemed to forget how to speak. They all seemed to forget their words.

Save the date for 8/1!

Until next time,

Love, the authors of BLP.

Final Sneak Peek – Smash into You

Hey y’all! Take a final look at ShanicexLola’s upcoming release “Smash into You” before it releases tomorrow 7/26! We’re so excited!

Smash Into You

Synopsis

“You can’t just close your eyes and pretend I’m not here.” —Angrous

Naomi Jenkins’ parents warned her to be careful with what she asked for. Craving love and a dire need to be admired, she’d embarked upon the pressure of being utterly exalted. Angrous DuPont was a rarity she’d consistently dreamt of. Now that he was present and eager to love her, accepting everything that came with him was an ongoing battle she struggled to accede.

It was true that Angrous dabbled in more chaos than she was used to, however, nothing withheld as much importance to him than Naomi’s role in his life. Although he was desperate to do whatever it took to hold onto the woman he loves, her relentless actions to push him away could turn him cold, leaving him defeated. Will Naomi catch onto her self-sabotaging ways in fair time to right her wrongs? Or will she wind up losing the man she prayed for?

Sneak Peek — Angrous

*unedited*

Damn, I’d slipped up. It was the middle of the night and I was off my game. Making love throughout the night had put us down early. Now, we were up at midnight arguing because my phone was ringing repeatedly. Naomi’s mouth was wide open as she shouted assumptions that I’d lied about powering it off at all. The truth was, I’d only turned it on to check on business during a trip to the bathroom. Loud notifications sounded back to back with calls that I’d done my best to silence before she could catch wind and assume I wasn’t up to any good. Unfortunately, my best wasn’t good enough yet again. Roaming through the darkness to return to bed, she/’d stopped me by cutting on the light, blinding me by shouting under the sudden brightness.

“You must think I’m stupid,” she spat and folded her arms.  Impulsively, I scoffed, holding back from calling her a dumb ass if she really thought that I was out here cheating on her. I wished I knew how to shift her tainted mindset. Instead, I was stuck on what to do and at a loss for words because I’d said them all. Naomi was sadly misinformed, yet she was still the most appealing woman I’d ever laid eyes on as she stood before me in a tall, black bonnet and one of my T-shirts that stopped at the middle of her thighs.

“You live for this shit, don’t you?” I dropped my head to ignore the influence of her presence that urged me to fondle her.

“Says the one who was hiding in the bathroom with his phone? Yeah, okay!”

If she was anyone else, I would’ve been gone without so much as looking back. If I didn’t love her more than I understood, I would’ve dead every past memory or future plans we’d discussed. A clueless fool stood before me. This woman had me pissed off with her endless assumptions, but my feet were planted, budging would only be to grab and shake some sense into her.

“You dead ass?” I double-checked before I participated in a brewing uproar.

“You’re the only player among us,” she quipped. Naomi’s witty remarks made me cringe every time a disagreement occurred. A reasonable conversation during conflict was not her forte. I couldn’t even deny that I loved that ignorant shit about her too. The sound of heavy rain hitting the window pane almost hypnotized me. I was tired, and it was evident in my low eyes. Naomi’s current agenda was clear. At this rate, sleep was far-fetched.

Beginning to pace back and forth the way she always did when she was upset, she murmured things under her breath and eyed me like I was an enemy. Her smooth brown skin was burning up. I could feel anger seething from where she stood.

“This is…”

“Sad!” I cut her off to finish it for what it really was.

“Who is calling you at this time of night, Angrous? And why were you locked in the bathroom, sneaking on your phone?” Walking around her to get in bed, she jumped in front of me. “Well?” she provoked me by pushing my head back with her fingers. “Who was it? Say something!” Naomi’s arms flailed in the air. Snatching them to subdue her, tears clouded her big brown eyes and I didn’t care to stop them before they fell.

“Grow up.” I clenched my jaw and scanned the room for something quick to throw on and leave. My mom had been trying to contact me to come over and get through to my disrespectful little brother. Multiple text explained Jahaad wasn’t obeying her or following curfew. We were both concerned that he was headed down a destructive path, or worse, in the streets trying to be like the older brother he looked up to. I’d planned to take care of it first thing in the morning but tonight was the better option. Putting distance between me and the woman who was ultimately testing my patience seemed logical. The fire burning in her eyes told me she wasn’t going to let up. The truth wouldn’t have been enough either; she doubted me continuously.

“Go ahead, Angrous.” she fought back a breakdown and chucked things around the room. “Leave. Run the way you always do,” she said. Ironic how she was actually the one running and sabotaging a good thing. Kissing her forehead, I stared at her one last time before forcefully tearing my eyes away from her and leaving.

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Find out what happened between Naomi and Angrous tomorrow 7/26!

Until then,

Love, The authors of BLP.

 

 

Sample Sunday – Our Type of Love

Hey y’all! We’re back with another exclusive sneak peek! Be the first to take a look into Chelsea Maria’s upcoming release “Our Type of Love” that will be releasing 8/1!

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Synopsis

The depths of his love became the remedy to heal my broken soul….

On stage, rapper KC demanded the attention of his fans. With lyrics that captivated the hardest thug to the nerdiest geek, he mastered the art of appealing to a diverse crowd.

Once KC left the stage and recording studios, he became Kellon Cambridge, the devoted family man. While his purpose was to encourage people through his lyrics, his passion was to make sure that his wife, Delilah Cambridge, never went a day without knowing how much he loved her.

Celebrating seven years of marriage, the happy couple is determined to show that the seven-year itch was nothing but hocus pocus. But, all that changed the minute a blast from Kellon’s past ends up on the couch in their home revealing secrets that Delilah prayed weren’t true.

Fresh off tour and healing from a devastating loss, Kellon and Delilah are left figuring out if their love was worth fighting for. Will the couple remain standing, or allow past transgressions to rob them of their happily ever after?

Sneak Peek — Kellon

In the twelve years that I’ve graced the stage and sold out stadium after stadium, nothing felt better than standing in the middle of the stage holding out the mic while thousands of fans rapped along to my lyrics. They paid to see me perform but it felt like I was the one getting the show. People danced. Swayed and bopped to the beat. From the distance that I could see, some wore shirts with my name plastered across their chest. Some had signs that expressed their love for me. In all, no matter how many times I sold out, each concert felt like my first.

I named the tour The Closed Chapters Tour for a reason. Not only was this my last tour of the year but my run with Gump Records had come to an end. The question of me resigning with the label after the tour had been plaguing my mind for months. I knew the direction I wanted to head in with my music, but I also knew the politics of the music industry.

Since the beginning of my rap career, I’ve held this sense of pride for not conforming and setting myself apart from the rest. My lyrics weren’t about material things or degrading women. I rapped about real life issues and struggles. Lyrics that uplifted kids, men, and women to be more than the enigma society has set. Fans connected with me because I told their stories. I kept it real, and people respected me for that. Now, I wanted to rap on a deeper level, and I hoped these same fans that filled this arena would still rock with me once my new single dropped next week.

As DJ Skew switched gears and changed the beat to my latest release, my eyes drifted to the middle of the arena near the engineering section. Standing up on the man-made platform stood my world dressed in samples from my upcoming clothing line, Redemption.

Like the others among her, she bopped her head and snapped her fingers ready for me to rap. Her smile grew when she took notice that I was watching her. It didn’t matter if a million people swarmed around her. I’d still be able to spot my world without hesitation.

“Miami, this is my last show of the tour. I had to end it at home. Man, the energy in here is insane.” Hopping onto the stacked speakers, I threw up my ‘L’s.’ “Y’all ready to turn up one last time with me?” The screams vibrated off the stage as I jumped down. “DJ Skew, let’s go.” The screams grew louder and louder. My heart pumped as the adrenaline raced through my veins.

To anyone else, it looked like I was pointing just to point at something random in the crowd. No. This song was meant for somebody in particular. Someone special. I wanted to make sure she knew that. “My little mama, this is for you,” I spoke in the mic. The fans went wild. They knew who this song was for.

As it had done a million times before, her face lit up as she jumped up and down when I began rapping the words to ‘Your just my type.’ I wrote the song two hours after I laid eyes on her nine years ago in college. Delilah Cambridge was my world. My everything.

Hope you’re ready for this amazing story!

Until next time,

Love, the authors of BLP.

Sample Sunday – Smash Into You

Hey y’all! Take another peek at ShanicexLola’s upcoming release “Smash into You” before it releases on 7/26! We hope you’re ready for this ride!

Smash Into You

Synopsis

“You can’t just close your eyes and pretend I’m not here.” —Angrous

Naomi Jenkins’ parents warned her to be careful with what she asked for. Craving love and a dire need to be admired, she’d embarked upon the pressure of being utterly exalted. Angrous DuPont was a rarity she’d consistently dreamt of. Now that he was present and eager to love her, accepting everything that came with him was an ongoing battle she struggled to accede.

It was true that Angrous dabbled in more chaos than she was used to, however, nothing withheld as much importance to him than Naomi’s role in his life. Although he was desperate to do whatever it took to hold onto the woman he loves, her relentless actions to push him away could turn him cold, leaving him defeated. Will Naomi catch onto her self-sabotaging ways in fair time to right her wrongs? Or will she wind up losing the man she prayed for?

Sneak Peek — Naomi

*unedited*

“Tell me why it’s easy for you to vent to everyone else but me. I’m the one who’s in this with you and I’m not even allowed in your head.”

“Angrous.” I tried to stop him. He didn’t want to hear anything other than his questions being answered. The scowl on his face displayed his frustration with my antics, but as always, his touch was genuine. His baritone was sensual, and his patience was intact. Angrous really loved me and I didn’t know how to accept it. I didn’t know how to enjoy it without doubting it.

He smelled so good and looked even better. With an embrace this protective and secure, I should’ve been able to tell him anything he needed to know. And anything he wanted to hear including I love you on a consistent basis. Hesitation due to wanting to protect myself failed me. Stepping back, Angrous put space between us and changed my world in seconds with an ultimatum.

“You can talk, or lose me,” he said. “That’s one fear that’s holding you back from fully loving me anyway, right? Shit makes so much sense with you,” he quipped.

“Do we have to do this right now?” I tried to approach him to be close again. I wanted to be in his arms again, but he kept backing away from me. “Angrous?” I begged him not to do this. Not after the day I’d had. I could already feel my knees buckling. The distance between us was tearing me down.

“I figured this shit out, Nae. It all comes back to you. Each time I ask myself what more I can do or question what I’m doing wrong, I realize I’m doing all I can and there is nothing more I can sacrifice You aren’t ready and I’m hurting. I know you see it.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” I cried. Angrous chuckled faintly and dropped his head.

“You can talk…” he repeated. “Or you can lose me.”

“Why can’t you just understand that I don’t know what to tell you right now?” Nodding through his disappointment with my response, he stepped forward and kissed my forehead. Tearing his eyes away from me, he looked at the door and headed for it.

“Please.” my voice cracked. “Don’t go.” Angrous’s hand was already on the door, turning it to leave.

“I’ll be by to get my things tomorrow,” he said. Without awaiting another response from me, he slammed the door behind him, leaving me in the middle of the living room alone and officially without him. I’d lost him. The room spun, making me dizzy. Stumbling forward, I thought to chase him, but my strength was seeping. I wanted to do so much more than stand there shattering in millions of pieces that I wouldn’t be able to graft back together alone.

Dropping to my knees, I opened my mouth to scream but no sound emitted. He’d abandoned me, and I couldn’t blame him. I blamed myself because he was right. I was hurting him and neglecting his needs in the process. Fumbling with my phone, I tried to call him, but the voicemail greeted me each time. The clock on the wall harassed me as seconds without having him ripped at my heart. For an hour straight, I cried silently and called his phone hoping it would at least ring. When it didn’t, I gave up by chucking my phone across the room and mourning my loss. Allowing the sudden drowsiness to take its toll on me, I prayed I awakened to it all being a bad dream. God please return Angrous to me.

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Save the date for 7/26!

Until next time,

Love, The authors of BLP.

 

 

 

SNEAK PEEK – SMASH INTO YOU

Hey y’all!

ShanicexLola is back with another beautiful love story and we have an exclusive sneak peek just for you! Get a first look at “Smash into You” before it releases on 7/26!

Smash Into You

Synopsis

“You can’t just close your eyes and pretend I’m not here.” —Angrous

Naomi Jenkins’ parents warned her to be careful with what she asked for. Craving love and a dire need to be admired, she’d embarked upon the pressure of being utterly exalted. Angrous DuPont was a rarity she’d consistently dreamt of. Now that he was present and eager to love her, accepting everything that came with him was an ongoing battle she struggled to accede.

It was true that Angrous dabbled in more chaos than she was used to, however, nothing withheld as much importance to him than Naomi’s role in his life. Although he was desperate to do whatever it took to hold onto the woman he loves, her relentless actions to push him away could turn him cold, leaving him defeated. Will Naomi catch onto her self-sabotaging ways in fair time to right her wrongs? Or will she wind up losing the man she prayed for?

Sneak Peek — Naomi

*unedited*

“You can’t just close your eyes and pretend I’m not here,” Angrous said. His deep, sensual baritone was music to my ears, same as his moans were whenever we made love. I sighed pleasurably at the recollection. God, I loved pleasing moans out of that man. And he was right, I failed at pretending he wasn’t standing directly in front of me, asking to come inside of our apartment. I still saw him whenever I closed my eyes. For God’s sake, I could sense his favorite cologne when he was away. His medium-brown skin was worth obsessing over and I loved when he inevitably hovered over me. His height of 6’3 initially intimidated me when he’d approached me at a local RaceTrac over a year ago. Merely one date in, it began to excite me.

“Angrous, it’s three in the morning. I’m tired,” I’d managed to fight the urge to leap in his arms and be carried to our bedroom to make-up in the most thrilling way we knew. My self-control was seeping by the second. How did he look this good in a plain, black T-shirt and jeans with a diamond encrusted chain around his neck and the cleanest white Jordan’s on his feet? He was indescribably fine. He was all that! Angrous was my greatest drug with side effects both charming and terrifying.

“I’m tired too, Nae,” he moved me aside and barged in. Frustration may have been etched upon his face, but he remained gentle with me. He was always so gentle with me despite my harsh words and unforgivably selfish actions. “Tired of being put out like I don’t front the bills here. Tired of my feelings being disregarded like you’re the only one between us with any. Since you want to talk about being tired, Nae, I’m fucking tired of complaining like a bitch about some bullshit you refuse to change. The same illogical bullshit that you force yourself to believe.”

As he ranted, he’d backed me into a wall. Angrous had learned my tactics well. He loathed my need to escape confrontation –much-needed communication. His brown eyes were sad, and I wasn’t proud of being the reason behind it. Dropping his head, he shook it vigorously and huffed.

“Nothing is ever going to be good enough for you.” He’d mumbled it, but I heard him loud and clear. My eyes watered and my chest ached at the thought of losing him. At the thought of him giving up on me. Regardless of how much I wanted to trust him, it was so hard that it seemed unattainable. I’d given my all to someone before, only to be let down and betrayed. The ideal of loving him was so hard. Angrous hardly cared that I felt that way. Beyond my fears, he undeniably wanted to love me.

“A year. Four months. Twelve days.” he scoffed. “A nigga barely remembers his mother’s birthday, but I don’t forget shit that has to do with you.”

“Angrous,” I whined, close to tears. He was at his wits’ end with my drama. I was wearing him down. Blaming him for what another had done to me wasn’t fair. However, Angrous’s line of business was the same as my ex’s. The late nights worried me, and the discreetness wracked my brain enough to take me under. I wished he understood that not trusting him wasn’t just a choice I’d made. It was a factor that appeared impossible, taken what I’d endured from my first love.

“Now you want to cry?” he chuckled. “Go ahead.” he shrugged and inched away from me. “You owe me tears.”

“Your track record isn’t exactly perfect, Angrous.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and trailed him closely. Backing me against the wall again, he hovered over me. So closely that I prayed for him to press his full lips against mine so we could make-up and try to move on from this. He looked at me like I was utterly remarkable, but the pain I evoked was becoming unbearable.

“Yes, it is! With you that shit is taintless, and you know it. You knew I was out here heavy when we met, Nae. You fuck with the luxuries it brings but bash me behind closed doors. You wouldn’t give a glimpse of your time to a broke nigga but talk shit about my moves. Downing me every chance you get because you dealt with an amateur who fucked you over.”

‘Shut up!” I screamed at him. “You don’t know shit.”

“Got me out here paying for the mistakes of a bum ass dealer. He wasn’t shit when he had you and he’s struggling even more now. But you’re still dwelling on…”

“Shut up, Angrous! I don’t want to hear it!” I stormed away from him to run into our bedroom. He was quicker than me and had already entered before I could slam the door and lock him out of it. Confiding in him about my ex-boyfriend Quinton was the wrong thing to do for numerous reasons. They knew of each other from their upbringing in the same hood. Angrous considered him low-budget and unreliable. After pouring my heart out to him about the many times Quinton played me from fifteen years old to twenty-three, Angrous certainly wanted to knock his head off his lanky body without second guessing any consequences.

“Nigga made a mockery of you and you want me to pay for it, so you kick me out after every assumption.”

“Angrous, I’m warning you. Please stop.”

“You treat me like shit as if I don’t worship the ground you walk on,” he continued, and without any regard to my streaming tears. Before my growing anger had a proper chance to replace my sadness, he’d lifted my arms above my head and restrained my contemplated blows. “I’m not being your punching bag tonight.”

“Let me go! Get out and go back to the bitch you were with,” I spat through gritted teeth. He’d never missed a call or took more than two minutes to reply to my text. Nonetheless, I never really knew his whereabouts. Angrous was secretive with a lot of his business and I didn’t believe that was fair. To him, the less I knew about what he did, the better. He’d claimed I would always be protected this way if anything were to happen to him. The details of what that could mean wasn’t as important as me obtaining the information I wanted upon request.

“The block. You want me back out there hugging that?” he stared at me intensely for an answer. “If you tell me you didn’t miss me, I’ll leave.”

“No. You’re going to leave anyway,” I spoke through gritted teeth. My arms were tired, and I was exhausted of our ongoing battle. He didn’t understand that I just wanted more than what he was giving. And I refused to understand street code. And why did I have to if I was truly the only woman he loved, and cared deeply about?

“Your crazy ass is so fucked up in the head that its uncurable. Loving you will never be enough to fix that shit.” Releasing my arms, he walked out of the bedroom and started for the door.

“How dare you!” I shouted and followed suit. I didn’t want him to leave, but I didn’t know how to ask him to stay either. Quinton’s doings had turned me cold to a good man. There were just some things I couldn’t escape. Detrimental thoughts of what Angrous could be doing when away from me was a big part of it.

“Angrous.” I tried to grab onto his arm to stop him from leaving but he shrugged me off him. “We aren’t done talking,” I said, trying to buy more time. To no avail, he snatched the door open, almost stripping it from the hinges to walk out. His silence told me we didn’t have to be done for him to be over it. Angrous’s long strides headed to his dark blue Dodge Challenger that was parked across the lot, and I ran back to the bedroom to slide my feet in a pair of slippers. Retrieving my keys from the kitchen counter, I was ready to show him how crazy I could be.

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The authors of BLP.

Final sneak peek – Nirvana part 2

Hey y’all! Here’s the final look into Alexis Cñe’s “Nirvana” the finale.

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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?

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I studied myself as I waited on the results of the pregnancy test. I had developed a deeper attachment to this body of mine as I watched Roland grow a deeper connection with it. My body brought out a side of Roland I was confident only I had seen.

Focusing on my perfectly flat and toned tummy, I couldn’t help but worry. Would we be able to reach our full potential with a baby? Although I would be departing my teenage years, I would still be a teen mom. Just the thought of it made me queasy.

I have always seen Roland and I as the type of couple that would get married and then have a baby. Our kids won’t even have grandparents. Roland and I had to build all the bonds we have now and it had not been easy. A child in our world would be kind of lonely. Correction, a child in our world would be very lonely because I wouldn’t just have another to fix that. Just then, my phone started ringing on the counter, pleasantly shifting the atmosphere with the only contact stored that instantly produced a smile.

“Hey, beautiful, you head over to the studio to see what they have to say yet?” Roland asked, checking in with me because he had been over at Aneesa’s all morning.

“Hey, baby, not yet. I’ve just been laying around here but I’m about to go now.”

“Okay, cool. I should be back at the house in a few hours.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later. Love you!”

“Love you, too.”

I looked at the time once the call disconnected and realized it was already 2 p.m. and I needed to hurry over to the studio. I quickly threw on some ripped jeans, a fitted black and white Jordan V-neck, and black and white Jordans to match. I didn’t really feel like getting dressed up but I still made sure I looked cute.

My hair was long, pressed, and looking healthier than ever so I was good to go. Right after I checked that pregnancy test. I was so nervous Roland would have heard something was wrong by my voice if the results hit me by surprise I had completely left the room. My phone vibrated again, completely throwing off my focus. This time it was a text from an unknown number and I knew before I finished reading it was Trell because I could feel his energy.

Nirvana, I know you enough to know you’re not changing your number. Too much money and connections attached to it. You can block me but you know that won’t stop me from reaching out. I’m not about to start blowing you up again, though. I know that’s what you’re thinking. I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry for everything I did to you, and what you did to me hurt, but I get it. You still that one for me. Stay up, baby girl. Keep doing ya thing!

I rolled my eyes as I headed to my car. I thought I had heard the last of him. Well, not really, but I had hoped. Either way, I refused to reply. Ignoring Trell and Trez gave me false hope that I was doing my part to prevent my dream from becoming reality.

Get ready to read this baby tomorrow!

Until next time,

Love, the authors of BLP.

 

Final sneak peek – Allegiance to Your Love

Hey y’all! Here’s one final look into ShanicexLola’s “Allegiance to Your Love” before it goes live tomorrow!

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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.

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I took time to think my mission through before knocking on the door to see Naima again. An excuse to provide her some essentials was backfiring due to my wandering eye. It was hard ignoring the dark bruises and redness covering her beautiful body. Without them, she would appear flawless. With them, she was still stunning, she just looked helpless and in need of being rescued. I hadn’t figured out what it was about her that drew me in, but I wanted to be the one. I wished to be her hero.

“Go!” she screamed for me to exit and leave her to her sorrows. I only wanted the back-story on her pain to learn more about her. And I was anxious to pick her brain to receive as much information as possible that would lead me to the coward that needed his ass handed to him.

Exiting her apartment, I felt like a jackass. I let myself have it for disturbing her peace and requesting memories she dreaded. Somehow, I’d made things worse when I was only aiming to make her feel better. One foot was outside of the building while the other refused to follow suit. I just couldn’t leave her alone and broken like that.

“Naima.” I backtracked and knocked. “Damn.” I dropped my head and questioned my actions. It all felt right, but I had to be going about this wrong. When she didn’t answer me, I listened closely for her cries that hadn’t stopped. I could hear her on the other side of the door begging God to ease up on her heavy heart. The pain was eating her alive, and it was tearing me down to witness a woman at her lowest, crying over a fuck nigga.

Grateful the doorknob twisted to grant me access, I barged in and stood in front of her. Naima was in fetal position against the wall. She clawed at her chest during cries that were so loud she didn’t notice I’d reentered.

“Get up,” I whispered and cleared my throat. The lump that formed was going against my strength. Naima’s breakdown was helplessly breaking me down.

Without meaning her any harm, I grabbed her arms gently to stand her up. She was so delicate that I couldn’t fathom a nigga beating on her like she wasn’t the ultimate prize. Snatching herself away from me, she backed up quickly with horror on her face. That look had become all too familiar to me as a child. I never wanted a woman to fear me the way my mother and siblings feared my father.

“I wouldn’t,” I assured her. “I would never.”

Surprisingly, she nodded. Her face softened, revealing she believed me.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to take your life back. This isn’t the end of it. What are you crying for?”

Naima scoffed and wrapped her arms around herself. It was a habit I’d noted whenever I was around her.

“What am I crying for?” she mocked me. “You don’t know the half, but you see it, right? You made it clear that you see it all over me.”

All I could do was stare at her; I hardly had an explanation besides wanting to know more. I also wanted to know why she would subject herself to such misery. Maybe I shouldn’t have inquired because it wasn’t my business to know. But damn, I wanted it to be.

“You’re here, so that means it’s over. You stepped up for yourself.” I was anxious to make her feel accomplished for taking a stand, but Naima only looked at me like I carried more than one head.

“Just mind your business,” she spat.

“Will that change the way you’re moving?”

“What!”

“Will minding my business change the way you are going about this? Will it keep you off the floor from crying over a nigga who didn’t understand what he had on his arm?”

When silence replied, and she cut her eyes at me, I decided to get comfortable.

“What are you doing?” she stood in front of me with her hands on her hips when I sat on the couch. The tight tank-top and shorts that hugged her impressed me. It showcased the curves she hid underneath baggy clothing.

Glancing at the watch on my wrist, I told her I had time to hang out until she figured out her next move. If looks could kill, I would’ve been a dead man.

“You know what!” she began shouting. Putting distance between us, she backed away from me and voiced her anger. She had every right to be angry, so I let her rock. “You men are all the fucking same. Y’all don’t listen or respect anything a woman says. Makes me wonder how your mothers raised you mutha-fuckers.”

Naima’s breakdowns were reminding me of my mother’s. She too had an angry phase that shifted her life. Recalling the hurt wasn’t easy, but I’d learned it was necessary. Vastly mandatory.

“Naima.” I stood to reason.

“Don’t come near me.”

“You got it. Just hear me out.”

“For what? So you can manipulate me? That’s the only thing you niggas seem to be any good at. Leave, Mannix. If you don’t, I will.”

I didn’t get a proper chance to decide my next move before she started chucking random things across the room. Helping her realize she was better off had turned into an internal war. I thought to grab her in my arms to console her, but the hands of any man weren’t to be trusted by her. Failing to verbally express what she may have needed to hear, I swore my reassuring touch would’ve relieved her heartache in some way. I just couldn’t risk it.

“Fine! I’ll leave!” she screamed. Just as I spoke to object, she rushed in my arms and wept like a baby. Hesitant to wrap my arms around her, it happened naturally after only a moment.

“One minute I’m fine and the next I can’t even breathe.” she panted. The harder she cried, the tighter she held onto me. A knock at the door didn’t break our hold on each other until Naomi barged in and ran to her sister’s aid.

“What did you do to her?” she shouted and pushed me away from Naima to protect her. Grabbing Naima in her arms, she questioned if I’d hurt her. Naima’s breakdown didn’t cease, not even for a moment. She could only shake her head to assure her sister I wasn’t the cause of her pain.

As much as I didn’t want to leave, I had to. Only her sister could soothe her back to health the way I wanted to in that moment. Looking back before I left, Naomi nodded and mouthed a Thank You for my being there. I felt guilty for taking Naima where she’d gone. My intentions were to help her realize the steps she’d taken to rid someone detrimental mattered. Instead, traumatic recollections ripped through her heart. I vowed to stay away from her despite how desperately I wanted her. She deserved peace after all the bullshit she’d been through.

Read the rest tomorrow!

Until next time,

Love, the authors of BLP.