Hey everyone!! Wow, it has been awhile since I’d posted anything on my blog (sorry about that), but I’ve been so busy trying to finish Lessons In Love while working, and other personal stuff, so honestly, I’m physically and emotionally drained.
Speaking of Lessons In Love, I hope you all have pre-ordered your copy of the first book in my brand new series, because it will be available on July 31st! I’m really excited about this book, along with the entire series, because each story will only be explained through the main character’s POV (compared to my other stories, in which the story is usually told from both the heroine/hero’s POVs).
The first book will be told in Trina’s POV as she struggles to move on after she finds out her boyfriend has been two-timing her. I don’t want to give too much away, but I will give a tiny preview of the story, in which Trina goes back to her childhood.
This excerpt is unedited. Enjoy! 🙂
I stared at myself in my full-length mirror, wondering will I be like my mom when I grow up. I wonder if I’ll look like her or dress like her, or even act like her. Even though I’m only 6, I always had a curious mind, so of course I always think about the future. With how my life is going right now, I had to think like a grown up. My mom sure not.
It’s not as if she’s not there for me; she is, but there are times when I wished she would slow down with dating multiple men and just spend time with me. Even I know that she gets into relationships too quickly, which all ended up in failure. That’s why I wasn’t concerned about meeting Gary, the new man in her life. I knew for a fact he wouldn’t last either.
I was still looking at myself when my mom walked into my room. She looked beautiful, dressed in a green sleeveless dress, which went with her caramel complexion. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail as she gave a concerned look.
“Child, why haven’t you packed yet? Your aunt Dedra is coming soon to pick you up.”
I gave a long-winded sigh. That’s what my weekend consisted of. While my mom went out, I went to my aunt’s house to spend time with her. Although she didn’t mind, I knew she was frustrated because she was only 23 and could be doing something else with her weekend than spending it babysitting her niece.
“I’m already packed.” I mumbled before sitting on my bed. Sometimes after coming home from Aunt Dedra’s, I don’t even unpack because I knew I’ll be back there again.
“Then what’s wrong? Why did you call me?”
I sighed, wondering why I’m even mentioning this, but I had to ask. “Why don’t you want to spend the weekends with me? Is it because it reminds you of Dad?”
My mom lowered her head and took a deep breath before sitting beside me. She put my hand into hers and sighed. “I know I have been out a lot, and I’m sorry, but we do spend time together. Despite what happened with your dad and me, I would never blame you for that. You are my mini-me, so don’t you forget that.”
I smiled. “Why do you always call me that?”
She gave a slight chuckle before speaking. “Because that’s what your dad used to call you. You’re the splitting image of me, so he always said that you’re my mini me.”
I lowered my head when my mom placed a hand on my chin so she could stare at me. “I know you miss him. I miss him too.”
“Is that why you’re dating different men? So you can feel wanted?”
My mom titled her head as she gave a slight shiver. “Why would you say that?”
“Because you felt lonely when Dad died. Why do you need a replacement husband when you have me?”
My mom caressed my cheek and smiled. “Honey, no one can ever replace you or even your dad. Your dad was one of a kind. Even though he was, he’s not here, so of course I would want to talk to other men. He’s been gone for awhile now, so it’s time for me to move on.”
“He’s been gone for a year.”
“He has, but I know your father. He wouldn’t want me moping around feeling sorry for myself. Instead, he would want me to go out and date. He would want this, T.”
I slowly shrugged, knowing my mom was still struggling with the fact that my dad was gone. He died from lung cancer, which shocked everyone, because he never smoked. My mom still never gotten over his death; that’s why she wants to find another husband immediately. I may be a child, but I know the signs.
“Okay, enough talking, Trina. Your auntie will be here soon.”
I nodded as my shoulders slumped. I guess that talk didn’t help at all. I slowly got up to grab my shoes. I sat back on the bed and looked at myself in the mirror again. My mom walked out of my room as I continued to stare. A tear rolled down my cheek as I looked down to the floor. I do look like my mom, but I hope I never have her personality when I grow up. I know if I ever become a mother, I would never do the things she’s doing right now. Maybe she will change in the future; but right now, it seems highly unlikely that she will.
Happy Sunday everyone!! I hope you all had a wonderful weekend.
For today, I will be giving a sample of my upcoming book, How Deep Is Your Love. This is the third chapter from the third book in The Love Chronicles series, as Andie experience a typical day at her internship. She also goes into dream mode about a happy moment with Dexter.
Remember, How Deep Is Your Love will be available on November 8th. Until then, enjoy this wonderful, unedited excerpt. 🙂
I stared at the ceiling, realizing another day has begun. It was also another day at the internship from hell.
My alarm continued to disturb me as the bright sunshine from the window made me even more irritated. I hit the alarm, causing more force than I expected, and it fell on the floor.
“Damn it,” I muttered.
I pulled the covers over my head, not wanting to get up when I felt someone yanking them from me.
“Must we go through this every morning? We both know you hate your job, but you still have to go, so wake up.”
I stared at my roommate and sighed. “I don’t want…”
“To go. You say that phrase every morning too. What happened to the Andie Williams that I used to know? Even though I couldn’t stand you then, you have really become very annoying.”
I slowly rose and looked ahead at the white wall. “That Andie is long gone.”
“Yeah, and whiny Andie took over. Get your ass up so we can make it to the office on time.”
She pulled me up and put her hands on my shoulders. I shook my head and sighed. “Thanks for the small pep talk, LaToya. You definitely know how to get my day going.”
She smiled. “Of course. Who else is going to tell it like it is to you?”
“I know a few people, but you’re the only one who’s available.”
She smirked and I smiled. I guess I should mention that LaToya, my ex-friend and Dexter’s ex, is also my roommate. I still couldn’t believe it. Although the two of us couldn’t stand each other, we helped each other out when we got this studio apartment. Rent in New York is not cheap, and with the salary I had, it was a no-brainer that I needed a roommate. Since LaToya also works at The Region as an entry-level accountant, we decided to get a place together. That, and because we didn’t know anyone else in the city.
I can admit that since the two of us are staying together, I have become acquainted with the LaToya that I used to know. We were good friends back in the day, until LaToya revealed her true feelings for Dexter. Now that is under the bridge, we sort of have something in common, which slowly made us rebuild our friendship. Although she gets on my nerves sometimes, it’s a lot better having her here than being lonely in an unfamiliar city.
“I already took my shower, so the bathroom is yours.”
I gathered up my outfit when LaToya started tapping her foot on the hardwood floor. I stared at her, wondering why she was doing that.
“Sorry; I was just trying to find something to do.”
“Try something else.”
“Ugh! Did you finally open that letter from Regina?”
I turned around and stared at her. She had a look mixed with sadness and anger as she tapped on her foot again.
“Can you please stop with the tapping.”
“I do this when I get nervous. So, did you? What was it? It looks like a wedding invitation. Is she and Damien getting married?”
I put my outfit down on the bed and walked to her. I sat beside her as I didn’t say a word. She looked at the wall and sighed.
“I guess that’s a yes.”
“Sorry I didn’t tell you last night. I tore up the invite anyway.”
“I’m happy for Damien. I hate how things ended between us, but if he’s happy, then I am too.”
“Are you going? I know you probably don’t want to because of Dexter.”
I sighed. LaToya pretty much know everything that happened between Dex and me. She was actually a great confidante during that time. It was a bit awkward at first talking to her about it, but she was there when I needed a shoulder to cry on. And there were a lot of nights when I needed one.
“I don’t know. I think it’s best if I don’t go.”
“Aren’t you and Regina friends, though?”
“We kind of fell out after what happened with Dexter.”
“She only got upset with you because of a certain person; it wasn’t because of your break-up with Dex.”
“All the same. That was a mistake anyway.”
“You wanted to see what else was out there. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Only because of what I did to Dexter. I felt things wouldn’t have been the same after I left. It doesn’t matter anyway. That relationship wasn’t going to work. Just like the relationship I had with Dexter.”
“You know you’re lying to yourself. You got scared and left.”
“I didn’t get scared.”
“Andie, you can say what you want, but you got scared when you felt your life wasn’t going according to your plan and you bailed. You thought you could handle it without being with him until you saw him that day. You reconnected, but got scared and left again. Do you see a pattern here?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed.
“You jumped into something thinking that it was really over between you and Dexter, but it didn’t work because you were still in love with him. You’re still in love with him now; that’s why you don’t want to go to Regina’s wedding.”
“I don’t want to go because it could be a set-up. I haven’t been back to Houston in four years. Do you really think everyone hasn’t gotten over what I’d done to Dexter? I’m pretty sure Aunt Tia will have some choice words to me about how I hurt her son.”
“Oh, she definitely will. She gave me a couple back in the day.”
“That’s because you cheated on him.”
“True, but I never had his heart like you did. That’s worst compared to what I did.”
She got up as I continued to stare at the wall. I really didn’t want to cry right now. It was too early to already be feeling sad.
LaToya gently tapped my shoulder and I suddenly turned to her. “There’s no time to daydream. You wasted enough time talking. Get ready for work.”
I really wanted to crawl back into my bed and sleep the day away, but there’s no point in moping around. That wasn’t going to solve anything. Besides, I had a job to do.
Once I was finally able to get ready, LaToya and I took the subway to The Region office. I still had my car, but I’m still not used to New York traffic, so I just ride the subway with LaToya. It’s actually pretty interesting to be around different people and have that experience to ride on one. You haven’t visited New York if you haven’t been on one.
Twenty minutes later and we both rushed inside the building, holding our badges to security and running to the stairs to the sixth floor.
“You want to go out tonight? Cecil was telling me there’s a great happy hour at Wilson’s.” LaToya asked.
I really didn’t want to, but I barely ventured out since I’ve been here. Maybe it’ll do me some good to be around other people.
“Cool. Meet you outside when we get off. And leave the depressed attitude behind, please. We don’t need that tonight.”
I rolled my eyes and LaToya smiled before going to the accounting department. I headed to the editorial side of the office and sat down at my desk.
I stared at my computer, thinking about what LaToya said earlier when I heard a thump. I looked up and saw the senior editor, Kelsey, giving me a smug look. I looked down and saw the stack of papers she placed on the desk and sighed.
“Seriously,” I mumbled.
“Good morning to you too, Andrea. Now that you’ll here, you can get started on these.”
“What are those?” I asked.
“They’re letters for our advice column, Ask Region. Since no one wants to do them, you finally can show your writing skills. Aren’t you glad about that?”
“Advice column? I didn’t know the paper had one.”
“Like I said, no one wants to write for it, so it goes unnoticed. We need it by tomorrow, so get to it.”
I sighed. I guess it’s better than walking her Shih Tzu and picking up poop everywhere.
I pulled out a letter from the top and read it. I had to shake my head at how ridiculous this person sounded. How am I going to give anyone relationship advice when my life is in ruins? Maybe I could ask Mashawn about some of these letters. She’s in love, so she would know.
I put the letter to the side and picked up another one. I started to read it, becoming interested in this person’s dilemma. It was a female contemplating on if she should follow her boyfriend to another state. He just accepted a job offer in Florida and have to leave by the end of the month. She didn’t want to leave her family and friends, but she loved him and knew that they’ll get married soon.
I stared at the letter, thinking about my own life and how happy Dex and I was when we arrived to our new place. That was when things weren’t so complicated…
“We’re here!” I exclaimed as Dexter and I entered our new place. It was a tiny one-bedroom with a closet for a bathroom and barely enough storage for our belongings, but it’s our home for the next three years.
“Yes, we’re here, so we should do it right.” Dexter said. He picked me up, causing me to shriek as we entered the apartment. We got to the couch when he put me down.
“You know that only happens when we’re married.”
“Who cares about traditions. Besides, we’re engaged, so it’s close enough.”
He pulled me to him and kissed me. I put my arms around him as he gave me a kiss on my neck.
“I can’t believe we spent four days on the road, so I’m happy to be spending a night in our own bed.”
“Me too. The trip was fun at first, but I felt like it was never ending.” I said and sat down. Lucky for us, the apartment we got was furnished, although Uncle Charles had to pay an additional deposit. Of course Dexter will have to pay him back, but it was worth it not to come into an empty apartment.
“I really don’t feel like getting our bags from the car.” Dexter whined. He sat down beside me and leaned his head on the back of the couch.
“Leave them out there for tonight. Besides, it’s not like we’ll need clothes anyway.” I said and gave him a sexy grin.
“Look at you; you’re trying to get me out of my clothes already, aren’t you?”
I laughed. “I’m not doing no such thing.”
“Please. But you don’t have to ask, because I’ll gladly do it. I’ll help you out of yours too.”
I blushed as he gave me another kiss.
“You do know our toothbrushes are in our suitcases.”
I smiled as I pulled out our travel bags from my tote. Dexter smiled. “Race you to the room,”
I quickly got up as he playfully tackled me. I started laughing as he turned me to face him. He held me as his lips grazed the side of my neck. His hand went underneath my shirt, causing me to moan.
“I thought we were going to race.” I whispered.
Dexter smiled. “I like this much better.”
His hands caress my back as he led me to our bedroom. I think I liked this better too…
“What!” I exclaimed.
I looked to see Kelsey giving me a nasty glance. “We need you to go to Starbucks and get a round of Caramel Frappuccinos asap. And stop daydreaming. That’s not part of your job,” she said and walked away.
I sighed. “Neither is being an errand girl.” I whispered.
I looked down at my desk and noticed she didn’t even leave any money for the drinks. I shook my head. I didn’t even complain as I got up and grabbed my crossbody bag. Since I’m paying, I might as well get me one too.
Hi everyone!! Today is Sample Sunday as I offer a sample of my upcoming book, How Deep Is Your Love. This is the third book from The Love Chronicles series as Andie and Dexter adjust to life four years later after their move to Connecticut.
There are some major changes between the two as they try to piece together the life they once had before the chaos started.
Here is an excerpt from the first chapter of the story, which is from Andie’s POV. This excerpt is unedited. Enjoy! 🙂
“What did I do to deserve this?” I asked myself.
I took a look around my tiny studio apartment that I share with my roommate and sighed before going into the kitchen. Actually, it was more of a very small kitchenette. Even smaller than the one I’d shared with my bestie, Mashawn at Smith.
I opened the mini fridge and grabbed a bottled water. I took another deep breath, realizing I didn’t’ have any groceries. Oh well, I couldn’t do much about that since I just paid rent on this crummy apartment. Maybe my roommate will buy something. She makes more money than I do, so she should be able to.
It was four years after Dexter and I had left our families to be on our own in Connecticut. Gosh, it felt as if that was centuries ago. So many emotions were going through me at that time. I was about to embark on a new journey with the love of my life. No one could tell us anything since we felt we were grown and could conquer the world on our own. Now, I wished I did listen to everyone. Either that, or someone could have knocked some sense into me. Either way, what I’d experienced during that time was just a lesson learned. Whether I wanted to or not, it was time for me to move on.
There was one thing that I’m glad I’d fulfilled and that was my dream to go to New York. Once I graduated from Yale, I was offered an internship at The Daily News. That was one of the proudest moments that I’ve ever experienced. Everyone was so excited for me and felt I deserved it. I damn sure did deserve it, especially with all of the hard work and hours I had to put in.
Unfortunately, that moment was short lived when I was informed that the current intern from The Daily News screwed up the entire process by selecting myself and another graduate into the program. The program only had one slot available, so since the other person was chosen first, that pretty much left me out of the running.
As soon as I was about to pack up and move back home, I got a call from The Region, asking if I wanted to intern with them. Since it was a paid gig, I figured why not.
Big mistake that was.
The position sucked. It sucked so bad I wanted to walk out on my first day. Instead of me learning about the industry, I was basically the damn golfer. There was even one “job” I had to do which involved one of the editor’s dogs. If I ever see another shitzu again, I will go nuts. And I used to love dogs.
I knew that was risk I had to take by being an intern, but I didn’t think it would be this intense. I’m pretty sure this was karma for what happened between Dex and me. I know that’s not true, but in the back of my mind, I felt I deserved it after how I treated him. I regret what I did, but I can’t change it now.
I sat down on the couch and picked up the TV remote. While trying to find something to watch, my mind started to drift off to the time when Dexter and I stayed together. It was nice at first, but as time went on, our insecurities got in the way of our relationship. Or maybe it was just our personalities that caused our problems. Either way, our happy honeymoon turned into a nightmare that the two of us were trying to wake up from. After awhile, we finally did, which was bittersweet, but it had to been done.
I slowly kicked off my work pumps and relaxed. I wished I had something stronger, but I guess water will have to do. I wasn’t a drinker at first, but since I took this position, I found myself taking a drink almost every night. I shouldn’t complain, though. If I wanted a decent job as a reporter, I had to have some kind of experience, so if I had to be a golfer for six more months, than I just had to.
Figuring I wasn’t going to watch TV, I turned it off and grabbed the mail that was accumulating on my ottoman. I haven’t opened it in days, but I figured I didn’t have anything important anyway.
I took my bottled water and went to sit out on the patio. That was the best thing about this place. After having a bad day, I could take one look at the skyline and the liveiness of New York City and it’ll make me feel better. This was what I wanted, to live in New York and experience being a New Yorker. I wanted to be a part of the hustle and bustle of the city, which was good, but a part of me wished was it really worth it? Was it worth losing my happiness over? Do I regret everything that I had experienced to be living in a studio apartment and doing crap jobs for snoozy editors?
I put my elbows onto the balcony and looked at the night sky. Maybe it wasn’t worth it, but at least I could say I went after my dream.
I looked down at the mail on the table when a silver envelope caught my attention. I picked it up and saw it was addressed from Regina. I stared at it, wondering why would she send me anything. After what happened between Dex and me, the two of us kind of drifted apart. I missed the conversations I used to have with her. I always ask Mashawn how she and her boyfriend, Damien, was doing, which she always replied that they’re doing fine.
I tore open the envelope, seeing it was a wedding invite.
“Wow. Regina and Damien are getting married.”
I continued to look at the invitation when suddenly tears were streaming down my cheeks. I don’t know why I was crying. I wiped the tears from my face and continued reading. The wedding was going to be held in two weeks at LL, which from my understanding was where Uncle Charles and Aunt Tia had their wedding. I remembered my mom telling me since there was an issue between her and Tia about it.
I glanced at the invite again, wondering if I should go. Although the internship offers no vacation days, I could always go Friday evening and return Sunday. That’ll give me a chance to see my parents and Mashawn. But I’ll also see Dexter, which I was trying to avoid. Unless he doesn’t come.
Why wouldn’t he? That’s his sister.
I sighed and ripped the invitation in half. I don’t know why I was entertaining that thought of going. There was no way I was going.
I can’t face Dexter. Not now and not ever.
How Deep Is Your Love will be available only on Amazon on October 25th. This title will not be on pre-order, but I will keep you all inform when the story is live on the site. 🙂
Happy Sunday everyone!! Just Right, the Something Just Ain’t Right novella, is coming very soon, and I haven’t even posted an excerpt yet.
Here’s the first chapter from the story from Morgan’s POV. This chapter is unedited.
This is three years after the series, so a lot of changes have occurred between Hales and Morgan. Don’t worry, the two are together and happy. But, for how long?
Check it out. 🙂
A lot of people take that word for granted. Some does it because they’re scared to be loved by someone, or feel that they shouldn’t be. I have felt that way before, all because of the things I have done. I never thought I was worthy of it.
Until I met Hayley.
Hayley is and always have been the love of my life. When I first laid eyes on her, I knew she would be the one for me, but I let my personal views on love and life get in the way of happiness. When she made me realize how precious life can be, I let all of my feelings go and just live. That’s something I haven’t done in a long time. Since I have been with Hayley, I never looked back. Even with all of the bullshit that has happened with us, our love became stronger, which I’m happy for every single day.
Since Hales and I got married, we have been living a pretty normal life. We have a two-year-old son, Morgan Jr., who we call MJ. That boy is certainly a handful, but I enjoy being a father. It’s definitely a highlight of my day. Not only are we’re parents, but Hales is working as a private event consultant with a high-profiled agency, while me, I took an extremely different career path. I decided to become a cop.
Yep, a cop.
After the incidents concerning my family, I wanted to give back to society in some sort, so I decided to go to the academy. Throughout the training, I was wondering if I was doing the right thing, but when I looked at what I have been through and the future I will have with my family, I knew I was making the right decision. Two years later, and I was promoted to being a detective. With my new title, I knew one thing I wasn’t going to do, and that was abuse my badge like my so-called father did. To be honest, I think that was another reason why I went into law enforcement.
Sometimes, I have to laugh at the life I’m living right now. Me, Morgan Carter, the former womanizer, is talking about happiness and love and living a normal life. That’s something I’ve never experienced, but I’m glad that I’m able to now.
I looked over to see Hayley staring at me. She is still as beautiful as when I first laid eyes on her all of those years ago. Her curly hair was now a honey brown color to match her honey skin tone. Her brown eyes looked into mine as she gave a huge smile and leaned closer to me.
“Hey, baby. I didn’t hear you come in.”
“That was because you were asleep. Long day?”
I slowly sat up from the couch and looked around. I looked at my clothes, realizing I was still wearing the suit that I’d went to work in.
“You must really have had a long day if you’re still in your clothes.”
“I guess I laid down as soon as I walked in.” I slowly replied.
“Luckily MJ is with staying with my parents tonight, or you probably would have forgotten to pick him up,” Hales said. She paused before speaking again. “Or did you forget that he was spending the night there?”
I sat up on the couch and ran my hand through my hair. “I guess it’s this case I’m working on. Between meeting with the sergeant and working these damn stakeouts, I guess I just lost track of everything.”
Hayley smiled and sat beside me. She motioned for me to turn so my back was facing her.
“I guess a massage is in order then.”
“That would be nice.”
Once her hands were on my body, I immediately relaxed. Just having her near me was all I needed.
“I know you can’t talk about any of your cases, but…”
“You’re right; I can’t. As much as I want to, but I can’t jeopardize any type of information we have on certain suspects. Not just that, but I don’t want to put yours or MJ’s life in danger.”
“I understand, baby. I just want to understand how your days are with working on the force. I still find it hard to believe that you’re on the force.”
I chuckled. “I think no one saw that coming.”
She turned me so I could face her again. She ran her fingers through my hair and smiled. “I know why you’re doing it, though. You needed to find a purpose for everything that has happened with your family.”
“Let’s hope I don’t have to deal with any of them again.”
“I hardly doubt it. With Travis, Will, Caroline, and Sophia still in prison, and Rick dead, that will be highly unlikely that you’ll come across any of them again.”
I leaned my back on the couch and sighed. “I have thought about it, though. Whether anyone would try and come after us again.”
“Hales, even though we have been living this perfect life, we still shouldn’t let our guards down. There could be other people out there who are working with Travis, but just haven’t made their move yet.”
“Do you think you’re overreacting a bit? It’s been almost three years, baby. If anyone was going to do anything, they would had already.”
“Do you really think that? If anyone does make another move, cop or not, I will be ready.”
Hayley sighed. “Maybe I just got too comfortable with actually living a normal life compared to us always on the run, looking over our shoulders.”
“I sort of forgot too, but just for a little while.”
Hayley leaned her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around her. She gave a soft sigh.
“Should we be worried about this now, though? Your cousin is getting married next week, so whatever thoughts you’re having, you shouldn’t worry him about it.”
I caressed her shoulder, knowing she was right, but I can’t stop thinking about it, especially when I have information about Travis being released from prison. I didn’t know if I should tell Hales about it, especially since everything is going so good between us.
I’ll tell her when the time was right. Whenever that may be.
Hi everyone! Hope you all had a wonderful Sunday! Since Sunday is almost over, I still wanted to share an excerpt to my upcoming release, Into You. This scene takes place on the same day that the main characters, Vanessa and Mark meet. She had an unexcepted event occur, so Mark decided to help her out. And well, take a look at the excerpt. 🙂 And it is unedited.
I looked around at my new room in Simone’s house and sighed. After two and a half hours of moving everything out of my condo, everything was crammed in either my room, Simone’s living room, or in her garage. Luckily she didn’t have anything in her guest room so I was able to place all of my bedroom furniture there.
I was about to lay down on my bed when there was a knock at the door. I looked over and saw Mark come in.
“Is it okay if I come in.”
He walked to the bed and stared at me. I quickly got up and went over to him.
“I really have to thank you for everything. You were even able to put my bed up. That was really sweet of you.”
“I didn’t want you sleeping on the floor. With everything that happened today, you need a good night’s rest.”
“Well, I appreciate it. I would like to take you out to dinner as a thank you.”
He shook his head. “You don’t have to. I was glad to do it.”
I suddenly became nervous as I looked at him. He had a bit of sweat on his forehead as I slowly wiped away with my fingers. He gave me a confused look as I smiled.
“I didn’t want the sweat to fall down your face. You know once it gets to your eyes…”
“It stings. Happens a lot to me while I’m working.”
I quickly walked over to the doorway to retrieve a box. I was about to pick it up when I lost my balance. Mark came over to help me. We both stared at each other as he slowly let go of my waist.
“Sorry, I didn’t want you to fall.”
“It’s fine. Thank you. Where is Simone? Did she leave for work?”
“Yeah, she did. I think you were in the bathroom. She said she’ll call you later.”
“Okay. Well, I guess I better unpack a couple of things before I get some rest.”
“Did you want me to help you?” He asked while coming up to me. I could feel him close to me as he tried to grab a small box beside me. His shoulder brushed against mine which sent several tingles through me.
“It’s okay. I can manage.”
“You sure. I don’t mind.”
He looked at me as his hand slowly lingered down my arm. My heart started pounding as he continued to touch me. No matter how good it felt right now, I couldn’t let this continue.
“I’m fine, Mark. Thank you, though.”
He nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I smiled. “See you tomorrow.”
He went towards the hallway and I followed him. He opened the door and walked outside. He turned around and stared at me.
“There’s something I have to do though.”
He grabbed my waist and stared into my eyes before slowly bringing me to him. His lips touched mine, which I was completely surprised about, but very turned on. His hands slowly caressed my lower back, as they were creeping to my ass. My hands were in his hair, as my tongue went into his mouth. I began to whimper as I felt his hard on pressed against me. That’s when I knew we had to stop.
I slowly pulled away from him as he ran a hand through his hair. I had to control my breathing as he was doing the same for his.
“Now my night is complete. See you, Vanessa.”
I watched him as he went to his truck. He looked back at me again before getting inside. I slowly closed the door, not knowing what the hell just happened. I touched my lips, still feeling his on them. My hands went to my breasts as my body was on fire. I completely forgot about unpacking as I went to my room. I needed to take a shower. A long, steamy shower.
Into You will be available only on Amzon October 8th . You can pre-order your copy now for $0.99. It will go to $2.99 on release day.
Hi everyone!! There’s still a couple of minutes left in Sunday as I give to you all a sample of the In Love With My Best Friend spin-off, The Love Chronicles. I know a lot of you are patiently waiting for this book as Andie (Camille and Trevor’s daughter) and Dexter (Tia and Charles’ son) have their own story as they tackle being high school seniors, preparing for their futures, and falling in love.
I can say with this story is that I’m enjoying writing this story and seeing the growth in both Andie and Dexter as their slowly embrace the feelings they have for each other as well as thinking ahead about their lives after high school.
Here is the prologue for the book as it is told through the eyes of a six-year-old Andie. Of course the excerpt is unedited.
I really hope you enjoy the sample! 🙂
“Can you believe how big they have gotten? Just yesterday, they were so tiny.” My Aunt Tia said while hugging Dexter. He gave a grumpy expression which made our parents laugh.
“They’re not going to be babies forever. Before you know it, they’ll be in high school begging us for a car and money. That I’m not looking forward to.” My uncle Charles admitted.
“I for one will be excited to see our kids grow up to be exceptional young adults. Can you imagine if they will follow in our footsteps?” My mom asked while looking into my eyes.
You all are probably wondering how I can be having thoughts at this exact moment. It’s quite simple: I’m just smart for my age. That’s what my parents say anyway. But I guess it’s true since I am in the top of my 1st grade class, know all of my alphabet and numbers past 300, know vocabulary that even some adults doesn’t know, and know a few words and phases in Spanish, French, and I’m learning Chinese. Pretty impressive for a six-year-old, but I know later in life all of this will come in handy for me.
While I’m too smart for my own good, Dexter, on the other hand, is your typical child. All he cares about is playing with his Transformers, getting into his parents’ stash of “toys,” and tearing up everything in sight. Even though he’s up there with me in the learning process, his attitude truly stinks for a kid. His parents has to constantly come up to the school for his behavior. His dad even gave him time-out in front of the class. Of course that made him more upset, but Uncle Charles doesn’t care. He figured that’s what he calls, “tough love.”
While Dexter is a handful, his sister, Regina, is a year younger than the two of us and is also quite the character. Between those two, I don’t know how Aunt Tia and Uncle Charles can handle them.
I glanced at her as she was giving a mischievous grin at her parents as her hands were covered with paint. She was about to place them onto the white couch when her mom gave her a look reading “not going to happen.”
“I know one thing for sure, both of our kids will surely be gorgeous. They’re gorgeous now, but we’ll have to keep a close eye on them when they’re older.” My mom said.
“That’s why I have my shot gun ready for any boy who breaks my daughter’s heart.” My dad confessed while giving a wide grin.
“Stop it, Trevor! It won’t go that far. Will it?”
He shrugged as he began looking at something on his iPad.
My parents have been the best of friends since they were kids themselves. My parents met while they were staying next door to each other while Aunt Tia and Uncle Charles were their best friends. Even at my young age I have heard the stories of how they all met so many times I have literally turned blue in the face. Every time Dexter hears the story, he starts to cry. That’s why I called Tia and Charles aunt and uncle since the two are like sister and brother to my parents. That part I understood.
My mom stared into my eyes again and smiled. “You’re going to be something special, my sweet Alexandra. You already are, but you’re going to be a force to be reckon with.”
“Just like our children. I can definitely see Regina as an artist. I mean, look at her now.” Aunt Tia said while staring at her. She was busy making a mess with her paints on a piece of drawing paper.
“As for our boy, Dexter. I can see him as an athlete. Maybe a football player.” Aunt Tia continued.
“Why does he have to be an athlete? He can follow in his old man’s footsteps and be an accountant.”
“Yes, a wealthy accountant since you’re the accountant to the stars now.” My dad teased.
“Hey, those wealthy clients is what footing this house.”
“And my event planning business doesn’t? If you recall, my clients are the same ones that you offer services to.” Aunt Tia whined.
Uncle Charles gave her a smirk while she gave one back.
“And I thought Andie, Regina, and Dexter were the only three kids in the room. You two are close to 40 and still act immature.” My mom said.
“He started it.” Aunt Tia mumbled.
“Yeah, just immature.” Dexter said and giggled.
Everyone started to laugh as Aunt Tia shook her head. “This boy is going to give us a heart attack one day with his mouth.”
“He’s just being expressive. It’s nothing wrong with that.” My mom said.
“Please. Just the other day at school he asked his teacher what was a mistress. What six year old says that?”
“Your child.” My dad said and laughed.
“Of course the director blames Charles and I for the incident since he figured we were the ones who taught him that word.”
“I learned it from Scandal.” Dexter said and smiled.
“Simple, just don’t watch adult programming. Why was he up at that time anyway?” My mom asked.
“I was watching it on DVR. The school basically think Charles and I are unfit since Dexter’s always getting into trouble. He can’t control what he says in class. We punish him for it, but he still does it.”
“Grandma says I am opinionated. What that means?” Dexter asked.
“You’ll know eventually.” Aunt Tia said.
“I wondered, what if Andie and Dexter dated. Wouldn’t it be awkward considering they grew up together and live next door to each other?” my dad asked.
“The two are like brother and sister. They would never date.” Uncle Charles said.
“You never know. It happened with you two.” Aunt Tia said while pointing at my parents.
“True. I guess only time will tell.”
Dexter looked at me and we both shook our heads.
“Just know that these will definitely be a handful, especially Dexter.” My dad said while glancing at him. He was on the floor trying to pull apart Uncle Charles’ phone as he went over to get it from him.
“He took it from my pocket!” he exclaimed.
“Why is Mommy fighting with herself on the bed?”
My parents looked confused as Dexter gave an innocent look. Uncle Charles looked at his phone and turned bright red.
“Oh shit!” he yelled.
“Oooh, Daddy said a bad word!” Dexter said while pointing.
“What was…Oh my God!” Aunt Tia said while putting a hand to her mouth. “I thought you deleted that picture!”
My parents were laughing as Aunt Tia and Uncle Charles were arguing. I looked at Dexter, who looked at me and smiled. Even at my young age, I knew my family was a bit dysfunctional, but I think I wouldn’t have it any other way. I hope that Dexter and me can be friends forever. Or at least hangout like we do now. I just hope things doesn’t change.
Little did I know, nothing in life last forever…