Hey, reader!

Here’s a look into two of this weeks lineup and a cover reveal!

Cover reveal – 1/22 – Clutch and Moan: An Urban Erotica – India T. Norfleet

clutch and moan


With yet another relationship bust under her belt, Esha Oliver decides that anything resembling or requiring her to give love even another glance was completely out of the question. At least, that’s what she’s convinced herself to believe until she crosses paths with a man who unexpectedly turns her life upside down in the most profound and sexually liberating way. The all-consuming queen treatment and sexually tempting experiences unknowingly force Esha to take a long look at her decision to shun her heart’s one true desire.

After second guessing herself at every turn, she ultimately discovers that a man of Domino’s caliber, who can make her clutch the sheets and moan his name, no matter the positions she finds herself in, just might be worth altering her newfound belief system and fighting for love one last time.

After his divorce left him a broken man who no longer cares to entertain any more serious entanglements, Domino Cole isn’t willing to rush into offering his heart so freely, fearing another blow would destroy him. He soon begins to question whether his own boundaries need to be reexamined upon crossing paths with a woman who challenges everything he swore he was done with.

By the time he’s realized that Esha just might be the one to unconsciously heal all the broken parts of him, a secret so big is exposed that it nearly destroys him and leaves him left wondering if he even deserves to love again. Will Domino be able to come back from the unexpected blow? Will he be able to forgive himself for a pain he knew nothing of before Esha walks away – leaving him with blood dripping from his heart as it’s being ripped from his soul…

First-1/17-Warmest Regards: My Letters To The Process – Jess Words



“Stumbling in my conviction to be free from my addiction to connection with you.” — excerpt from Desperately

Jess Words’ beautiful collection of poetry is dipped in raw honesty, and it will leave you pondering the freedom of your troubled heart. Warmest Regards is a vulnerable purging of lost love—a love letter to the journey of self-love and forgiveness.



They write broken hearted songs, for broken hearted girls

hiding their wounds from the world.

I have scars on my heart, they have a story to tell.

Betrayed by the least expected. Bent; not bruised but neglected.

All I asked was for honesty, reciprocity of energy.

All you had to do was FEED me! Cultivate, provide structure.

You can kind of hear it now “all she asked, was for you to LOVE her.”

My voice in faded whispers on your sheets, as you close your eyes,

wishing for sleep. Pressing your fingers into the mattress.

Willing me here. To my favorite prison.

I’m WEAK for you.

Stumbling in my conviction, to be freed from my addiction to connection with you! Running from memories of perfection with you!

Trying to forget every mention of future endeavors

with you! We don’t have shit together!

Just me. Just you. Sometimes just us.

But that’s just lust, minus the trust.

So I cover my energy. Give you my body,

but I never let you enter me.  Heart and mind warring

‘cause I’m sleeping with the enemy.

Filling the lines with lies like, “He’s just a friend to me”

Clinging to that small straw. Needing it to be truth.

So desperately.

Second-1/19 – 8 Seconds to Love-Monica Walters



Having her own successful baking business literally fell into Harper Richardson’s lap. She’s strong, smart, independent, and well-rounded. Her life has already been figured out, and she is living it to the best of her abilities, along with her year-long boyfriend, Zaire.

Things seem to be going well until Harper is given some news that stuns her, leaving her angry with herself for being so naïve. Zaire isn’t the man she thought he was. Still reeling from that news, she decides to go and have a great time at the Houston Livestock Show. Her interest was only in the concerts happening, but a certain bull-rider steals her attention. Doing her best to resist him only makes her want him more.

Legend Semien, bull-rider extraordinaire and a legend in the making, has made his passion a professional career. He loves the risk and suspense of it all. Being in the limelight of the rodeo circuit, he’s cocky and expects to be able to get whatever he wants. That expectation applies to women too. His conquests always approached him, and he was living the life he thought was meant for him to live. The moment he sees Harper, he knows that he wants her. There’s something different about her though. She doesn’t approach him. Destined to make her his, he steps out of his comfort zone in a quest to get what he wants.

While Harper and Legend are like night and day, they are attracted to each other like magnets. Despite the baggage and complications of their past lives, they attempt to get to know one another. Will they be able to leave their old lives behind in pursuit of a life together?


The moan that escaped him as he rested his hands at my waist was one of satisfaction. As I washed his back, the gentle tug on my left nipple made me wanna sit on his dick with the quickness. This shit just wasn’t fair! I felt like throwing a temper tantrum like a two-year-old. Looking at those full, tinted lips that were wrapped around my nipple had me wanting to cum everywhere. “Legend, you making me wanna ride your dick into the sunset.”

He chuckled at my country innuendo, then grabbed my ass. I continued washing his back, then asked him to stand so I could wash his legs. His ass. His dick. Temptation was a mutha-fucka right now. I washed his muscled legs and feet as he rested his hand on my shoulder, helping him keep his balance. When I finished, he sat at the edge of the bench. I swear, he could probably wash his own dick. He just wanted to torture me.

I soaped it up, then began to stroke it with the soapy towel. Two could play that game. His eyes closed as I washed his genitalia. After rinsing him off, I grabbed his dick and began to stroke it. I yielded to temptation. “How does that feel, Legend?”

“Good as fuck, but you have to stop, baby.”

“Aww, why?”

“The buildup is making my head hurt.”

“Shit. Are you serious, Legend?” I whined.

“Unfortunately. I can do this, though.”

He sat back down, then swiftly pushed his fingers inside of me. Oh shit! “Legend, oh shit.”

I slowly grinded my hips on his fingers. That shit felt better than Zaire’s dick. Legend was stroking the fuck out of my spot and I was already about to release. I wanted to sit on his dick so bad though. This would have to be my last time bathing him, because headache or not, his ass was gon’ get raped. Feeling the sensations that alerted me of my pending orgasm, I held his head against my chest. “Damn, girl. Let that shit go.”

Even my fucking orgasm submitted to his power. It seemed like I came for minutes. My moans and lustful words seemed to be getting to him. When the wave subsided, I could see his dick was leaking. “Please?  Just for a moment?”

He nodded as he sucked his fingers, so I stooped and took his dick into my mouth. The grip Legend had on my hair, was gon’ give me a fucking headache.  He must’ve realized how tight he’d grabbed it, because he eased up and I sucked all that pre-cum out of him. “Okay, Harper. Fuck!”

We hope you’re ready for everything BLP is bringing this year!






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