Hey, beloved! This week, we have 3 samples for you!
First up, When Night Comes by our heavy hitting and uniquely creative Jess Words!
Release date – 5/29
Grab your wine and dim the lights.
Join me on this erotic ride of passion and fire.
Let these verses be the lighter.
Between these pages you’ll get higher
Unlock your inner goddess.
Introduce her hidden desires.
When Night Comes is a sultry collection of poetry sure to have you reaching for your wine and your phone. Jess Words offers only one warning: don’t slide between these pages while texting.
Excerpt from “Rocket Ship”
“Sunlight streaming through clear glass panes.
Your eyes unflinchingly shut.
Holding soundly to those seeds
as I guide you through the portal
opened between these thighs.
Blast off as I drop it.
behind the projection of your eyelids.
Second, A Love So Soft by newly awarded best new author Chelsea Maria!
Release date – 6/1
All it takes is for a hopeless romantic to kiss the wrong toad before she turns away from love.
Georgia King swore she was done with the male species. After surviving the torment of having her heart torn into two, love wasn’t anywhere on the horizon for the sweet, carefree spirit.
But who are we to say when love can come in and out of our lives?
They say pictures are worth a thousand words. What if you’re the photographer and the subject of your art doesn’t even know you exist?
One random day in June.
That’s all it took for Roman Felix to fall in love with the wild-haired beauty who didn’t know his name, let alone that he existed. With nothing but a single picture and the sweet melody memory of her laughter, Roman set off on a journey to find the woman who stole his heart without even offering a hello.
With more baggage than a bag lady, Georgia had her fist balled, prepared to fight to keep her heart. However, that meant nothing to young Roman. Determined and driven to make Georgia his, Roman straps up his boots ready to fight back in the name of love.
It’s better to love than to have not loved at all, but is love ever really enough? Is Georgia’s past too much for Roman to deal with it, or is her love just enough for him to destroy it all together?
As he stood before me, demanding my attention with his eyes, I fell into his hands…my heart fell into his hands without him even asking. I dreamed of a man to look at me the way he was since I saw the movie Love Jones. I wanted my own Darius to look at me with love, admiration, want, and need. Never did I want a man to obsess over me more than he loved God, but I wanted to come second.
The more his eyes penetrated my soul, the more I weakened. My mother and Yazlyn had long ago became a blur. It was just he and I. Alone and lost in our dimension. A strong game of mind control that had me ready for him to make an honest woman out of me. I wanted to risk it all. Risk getting my heart broken into a thousand pieces with no attempt of being put back together. Risk my sanity to give him my all.
His head descended, and I stopped breathing. I couldn’t. Too afraid of what I might do if he indeed kissed me. Would I lose my mind and climb him in front of the woman who birthed me? Would I melt into his bloodstream to become a part of him?
“You are so beautiful,” Roman whispered before planting a lingering kiss to my cheek.
Eyes closed and smiling, I pined. “Thank you. You are so handsome, Roman. I love burgundy against your skin.” I couldn’t hold it in. I had to tell the truth.
“Are you ready?” He asked running the back of his knuckle along my jaw making me lean into his chest as my knees buckled.
“I’m ready whenever you are.” I surely was ready for whatever he had in store.
Snickering, he glided his hand down my jaw to my collarbone. Making circles that caused my breathing to turn into soft pants. “Open your eyes, Georgia.” On-demand, my eyes opened. The gravel of his voice was liquid gold, and I wanted to be branded with his stamp.
“When we walk out that door I need you to do me one favor. Leave your past, fears, doubts, and whatever else that will stop you from giving me all of you. Just for one night, I need you to trust me with you. I promise I’ll bring you back unscathed. Can you do that for me?” His brawny hand gently pulled the back of nape back until I had no choice but to look him in the eye.
I searched for a sign. Searched for a twinkle of lies and deceit. I found neither. Instead, I found serenity.
“Yes. I trust you to be careful and gentle with me.”
“Good.” Smiling, he kissed my nose and let his hand glide down to the middle of my back. “Let’s go.”
Last, but certainly not least, Mr. B. Love makes his fiction literary debut with Wrong Turn for Love, and you know if he’s the husband of B. Love, he’s coming with straight fire!
Release date – Early June
Merciè, adopted by a mega pastor and his wife, starts a career singing r&b while battling with knowing who she really is because of a desire to want to know who her biological parents are.
Jackson, a striving yet well-known r&b musician, gains popularity and opportunities that set his life up for pure success.
Merciè and Jackson both perform at an all-star r&b concert, where they meet and instantly connect. Months later, they get married. Things seem to be going amazing between the two as the months passed, until Jackson comes home early from a gig to find Merciè in bed with his best friend, Fella.
Hatred rises, fists are thrown, and shots are fired. Will this triangle of emotion cause a range of revenge? Or will karma make its arrival? Find out what happens in this fiction novel when love takes a wrong turn.
Jackson arrived at the house, but upon arriving he noticed a Black Challenger RT backed in the driveway blocking his spot. He parked the truck with confusion on his mind as to who car this could belong to.
He unlocks the front door and looks to the left to see no one in the kitchen. Then looks to the right to find no one in the living room area. He takes a few steps in the hallway and hears heavy breathing from the master bedroom. Jackson continued towards the bedroom where the door was slightly cracked. Holding his breath, he began to close his right eye and look through the slightly opened door with his left eye.
He couldn’t believe his eyes.
Merciè was lying in bed with her bottom half under the bedspread. She had on a red see through lingerie outfit that Jackson bought her for their one-year anniversary. Thinking that maybe she was simply playing with herself since she thought Jackson was still out of town, Jackson burst through the door.
She jumps and instantly yells, “Bae, what are you doing back home?” But right as Jackson fixed his mouth to answer he noticed a bulge in the covers as if it was another person in the bed. He walks closer to the bed. “Bae, go in the bathroom. I want to surprise you with something,” Mercie pleaded in hopes of detouring Jackson from the bed for a moment.
Jackson didn’t listen. He grabs the bedsheet at the end of the bed and pulls as hard as he can.
A head popped up.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Jackson seethes in disbelief. “You’re screwing my best friend?” He turns his attention to the man in bed with his wife. “Fella, we’re supposed to be boys and you do something like this?”
Nobody said anything. Jackson took a deep breath, reached down at his waist, and pulled out a black 45 caliber pistol. Cocking it back with one hand, he grabbed his iPhone with the other. After dialing three numbers, Jackson hit the speaker phone button.
“911 do you need police, fire, or ambulance?”
“Send all three!”
“Hello? Sir, are you there?”
It was dead silent for about five seconds, then two shots could be heard in the background. “All officers be advised, shots have been.” After a brief pause, the operator asked, “Sir? Are you still on the line?”
Disconnecting the call, Jackson went to the stop watch on his phone.
“You both have exactly fifteen seconds to get out of my house or the next two shots won’t be warnings, and when the police arrive they will pronounce you both DOA.”
“Bae, I’m so sorry!” Mercié yelled with tears streaming down her face.
Jackson pointed the gun at her with anger in his eyes.
“Bitch, I said get out my house. And don’t touch those keys. I pay the note on that car.”
Jackson hit the start icon on the stop watch app, and yelled, “Your time starts now!”
Mercié grabbed her purse, running full speed out the door half naked to Fella’s Challenger in the driveway.
Happy Sunday, and as always, thanks for the continued support!