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!

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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


“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.


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.


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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