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Romance Novel Excerpts: The Lawyer's Baby

Romance Novel Excerpts The Lawyers BabyIf you enjoy interracial romance books as well as contemporary fiction with pregnancy, you'll love this steamy romance read. The Lawyer's Baby is a sweet novel featuring a strong, loyal black woman and an attractive, alpha male white man who wins her love. This is one of Jamila's BWWM books about faith, loyalty and finding the right guy who deserves your love.

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Simone Greene's marriage wasn't supposed to end. She met her husband Omar when they were in high school and they eventually got married. When Omar got drafted into the NBA, they became media darlings due to their adorable love story and strong Christian beliefs. Everything in Simone's life was supposed to be perfectly scripted...

But that's not how things turned out.

When Simone found out her husband Omar was cheating on her repeatedly, she filed for a divorce. He left her with no choice...

Simone's divorce lawyer Alexei Petrov was the perfect choice for the job. He was everything Omar wasn't and totally dedicated to giving Simone the victory she deserved.

When Simone started to develop feelings for the one man she wasn't supposed to have, she was forced to make a difficult choice. When everyone in the industry began to turn on Simone, she was forced to question whether her romance with Alexei was worth sacrificing everything...

Romance Novel Excerpts: The Lawyer's Baby


Chapter 1


Alexei Petrov was beyond irritated by Tatiana. He was always getting in over his head with these models and Tatiana was just another case of terrible decision making. Sure, she was sexy enough. Her body was 60% silicon but her skills in the sack were 100% out of this world. That was why Alexei even bothered with her. The only issue was the second they’d slept together she had become clingier than a piece of gum under a table. She didn’t get the idea that Alexei had no time for her. No. Fucking. Time. Alexei was one of the highest paid divorce lawyers on the West Coast and although he loved passing time with ex-pornstars and wannabe models, he hated being interrupted while he was working.


“What the hell is it Tati?”


“I love you Alexei…” She purred in her heavy Russian accent. (Alexei wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t faking it.)


Alexei rolled his eyes. They’d slept together once. And Tatiana wasn’t naive. She might have been twenty years old but she had been around the block. She’d starred in around fifty pornography films before “retiring” and trying to become a professional girlfriend for a living.


“Listen… Tatiana… I can’t handle this right now. I’m working on a case…”


Tatian hit back, “You’re always working Alexei. Always working. Why don’t I stop by your office and I wrap my lips around your cock. We’ll see how busy you are.”


Alexei cringed. There was no way in hell he was going to let Tatiana know where he worked.


“Listen… Tati, I’ve got to go. Why don’t you go find some other way to occupy your time. I promise I’ll see you later.”


“You are a terrible boyfriend Alexei. Perhaps I should call another man to occupy me this afternoon.”


Alexei ignored her obvious attempt to make him jealous. “Perhaps you should. And I’m not your boyfriend.”


“What are you afraid of Alexei? You hate commitment.”


Alexei scoffed. He’d known Tatiana a grand total of eight days. Afraid of commitment or afraid of crazy Russian girls?


“I don’t have time for this.”


“Fine! You’re a fucking scumbag Alexei! I spread my legs for you and what do you do… you shit all over me.”




Tatiana hung up. Alexei smirked. She was so dramatic. He knew she’d be crawling back for more later anyways. He really didn’t have time for her. Alexei was working on a celebrity lawsuit and his work had always taken priority over bimbos. The deeper and deeper Alexei got into his work, the less he had time for women. Of course, all the women his age wanted nothing more than to tie him down and start milking him for money and babies. Alexei was still looking for fun. Crazy as she might have been, Tatiana was fun.


Alexei’s receptionist paged his office.


“Mr. Petrov? I have your two o’clock.”


“Send her up.”


Alexei looking in the hand mirror he kept in his top drawer. There were dark bags under his eyes from all the late nights at work. His eyes were a gorgeous champagne color that picked up the deep chestnut brown color of his hair. Alexei sat up in his office chair and straightened his orange and black Princeton tie. Breathe. His receptionist had hinted that this client wanted to remain anonymous to the meeting. Alexei wondered who it would be… Some celebrity bodyguard hoping Alexei would get them a big cash payout from alleged mistreatment? A woman with a botched boob job?


A knock on his door interrupted Alexei from his fantasizing.


“Come in!”


When the door opened, Alexei’s jaw might have dropped if he hadn’t had so much practice maintaining his composure.


“Good afternoon, miss,” He greeted her. Of course, most people on the West Coast knew who she was but people who were famous preferred the pretense that they had any kind of anonymity.


The first thing he noticed about her, was her physical appearance which was far sexier in person. And Simone Greene noticed the same things about him. Simone wondered if she’d come to the right place at all. The man sitting across the desk from her looked more like a runway model than a high-powered lawyer who had been personally responsible for bankrupting a number of high profile men.


“Good afternoon Mr. Petrov.”


“So… What are we speaking about today Miss…”


“You know who I am…” She said, cutting the bullshit, “But you can call me Simone.”


Simone sat down without being invited to. She folded her arms and tried to work up the courage to begin asking Alexei for what she wanted.


“My husband and I are getting a divorce. I forced him to file the papers and I need a lawyer who can help me get what I’m worth,” Simone said flatly.


Before, thinking of walking into a lawyer’s office would drive her into a state of panic. Today, she was calm, cool and collected as she stared at Alexei Petrov. He was the best, everyone agreed he was the best. But Simone was still skeptical when she saw him. Alexei still looked more like a pretty boy than a renowned lawyer.


“What do you have in mind?” Alexei asked.


Simone wasn’t sure how to answer him. She had thought for a while about what she wanted but just thinking of specifics like that made Simone feel like a gold digger. But that wasn’t who or what she was.


“I want at least half… More than half if I can get away with it. It’s just… I’ve been through a lot and I’m afraid of what my husband will try to do.”


Alexei looked Simone up and down. She didn’t look like your usual NBA gold digger, but she had some of the trimmings of one anyways. Simone was a butterscotch color with dove grey colored contacts and tired eyes that had obviously once been lively. She was curvy and sexy, but everything about her outfit was classy. There wasn’t a hint of cleavage and her skirt fell far below her knees. Simone Greene seemed just as wholesome as her TV image when it came to how she dressed.


“Right… So may I ask why you’re filing for the divorce?”

“We have confidentiality in here right?”


Alexei nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”


“Well… Omar hasn’t necessarily been faithful. And I want out.”


Alexei raised his eyebrow. Even he wasn’t resistant to such a delightful piece of gossip. Omar Greene was a famous NBA player whose entire image as a celebrity was constructed around his Christian faith and his love for his Christian wife that he’d been with since college. Alexei couldn’t believe that the pure and wholesome family man could actually be a philanderer. A part of him wondered if Simone was telling the truth.


“Listen… Mrs. Greene. I’m not sure what you’re looking for,” Alexei said with a smile.


Simone’s expression changed. She could tell that he wasn’t taking her seriously and Simone was absolutely sick of not being taken seriously. Her eyes narrowed and she spoke to Alexei in a stronger voice than she’d ever managed to muster up.


“Listen Mr. Petrov. I’m a serious client asking you to negotiate a multi million dollar divorce. I don’t know what impression you have of me but I can pay your fee and I want your services. I’ve heard about you… a lot about you… And I know that you’re the only man who will be able to get me what I want. So are you really going to say no to money on the table?”


Simone lifted her brief case off the floor and slammed it on Alexei’s desk. For someone who played the meek, innocent wife on TV interviews, it was clear that Simone was no darling angel. Alexei opened the briefcase and saw wads and wads of cash. That was all he needed to see.


“Listen Mrs. Greene, my tactics as a lawyer have been described as wily… devious and by some men, illegal.”


“I don’t care. All I want is to walk away from this divorce with exactly what I’m worth.”


“And exactly how much do you think you’re worth Mrs. Greene?”


“At least $200 million.”


“Alright. Tell me more about what’s happening with you and your husband.”


Simone sat down and began to tell Alexei about everything that was happening with her husband. It was a shame how quickly everything seemed to deconstruct. She had grown accustomed to the idea of a forever with Omar but everything had turned sour fast. Getting drafted in the NBA had seemed like a dream come true at the time. Now Simone was wondering if her relationship had been ruined the moment Omar signed his contract. Everything had changed. The moment he’d gone from her man to a media darling, her life was completely different.


“Omar and I met in high school. I was part of the Christian Students Association and back then I’d taken a vow of chastity which included not dating any boys until I turned eighteen. Omar honored my promise to wait and I supported his dream to play basketball. We started dating our first year of college. I still kept my promise, no matter what people thought. And he remained committed to me. I still remember after practice every day, we would hole up in my dorm room with our Bibles and talk about the word of the Lord…”


Alexei was trying to focus on Simone’s story but reading the Bible together was not how he thought this was going to start. But Simone was making a good point: when had it all gone wrong? How could a perfect couple that was so committed to each other fall apart so fast? Was the allure of money, cheap sex and power so great that it could break a bond made between two devout soulmates?


Simone was continuing, “When Omar signed his contract I was so happy… We had just been married and I’d just entered into a perfect sexual relationship with my perfect man. I’d done everything exactly the way God had asked of me. Omar was reaping the blessings of his faith too. I felt like nothing could go wrong. But it was only about a year or so before things began to change.”


Now this was the good stuff… Alexei thought to himself.


“He started lying to me. I didn’t know he was lying to me but I could tell. Our relationship with each other and with God was starting to falter. I hated it… I hated playing the perfect couple for the cameras and at all the ball games while knowing he was lying to me. It hurt so much to have to be that person who was being dishonest. But I didn’t dare let up the image. After a while, I started doing my research. If I’d found out it was just one time…” Simone started tearing up.


Alexei waited, stoic for her to continue. A part of him felt for her but another part of him wondered what on earth she expected with a man who played in the NBA.


“If it was just one time I could have forgiven him. God would have wanted me to forgive him. But that wasn’t it. It was more than one time, with more than one person and after I tried to forgive him, he lied and did the same thing all over again. God wants me to forgive, but he doesn’t want me to kill myself for a man who don’t love me no more. Omar might think he still loves me, but he don’t. And when he realizes that he don’t, I’m gonna suffer. Are you capable of helping me Mr. Petrov?”


Alexei nodded.

“I’ll help you Mrs. Greene. But… Please, call me Alexei.”


Chapter 2


Simone dread going home after her meeting with Alexei. She knew that it had gone “well” but it still meant putting the final nail in the coffin that held her marriage. She pulled her Audi up to the house and looked at the mansion that represented the life they had built together as well as the life that they would build together. It just seemed like dust and ashes all of a sudden.


Simone pulled the car into the garage and sat there just for a moment. It was quiet. It was always quiet in this big house. She understood that Omar was busy and on the road often, but she still never got used to the long periods of pure silence. Sometimes, Simone became convinced that the silence was driving her mad. If she didn’t have someone to talk to, she swore she would burst. Of course, she never did burst and eventually silence stopped being so much of a prison. When Omar started to change, it became more of a refuge than anything else.


She walked into her house and her chest tightened. Simone remembered the first day they’d come home together…


Omar was beaming from ear to ear as he handed her a set of keys. He picked her up spinning her around promising her, “This is our place Simone… You, me and God are going to live here forever.”


Everything in the house was shiny and had a new, metallic smell to it. Simone had never been anywhere so pristine and this house had been quite the shift from the modest two-story home she grew up in. Omar had promised to make her dreams come true and he had. Simone had hustled with him, iced his muscles and wrapped his knees throughout college. She’d gone to every single game with signs and friends to cheer him along. She had been more than his cheerleader, she’d been his partner. They’d finally made something happen. Omar had just signed a contract and bought her dream house in their home city where he played.


Simone ran her hands along the counters and turned to Omar…


“I love you babe.”


“I love you too,” He said with a smile. Omar’s smile was one of the most endearing things about him.


“I have a good feeling about this…”


“You do?”


“Yes. We’re doing the right thing here. By God’s grace, I know we’ll be together forever.”


“As long as you don’t cheat on me or anything,” Omar said.


Simone smiled at him, “Omar! Stop! You know I’d never do that.”


“I know. ‘Cause you real.”


“Yes, I’m real.” Simone said.


She reached her arms around Omar’s neck and gave him a long, deep kiss. They were finally husband and wife and they were finally going to start their career together.


Simone ran her hands along the counters, remembering that first day. She knew that crying wouldn’t help matters. Back then, Omar had promised her that nothing would tear them apart. She remembered when he signed his first sneaker deal and she remembered when women first started flocking around, desperate to tempt the Holy Omar. Simone remembered how terrified she was. She would stay up all night when Omar was on the road, reading her Bible and trying to find faith in God. She believed that he would protect her husband from temptation and harm.


Simone had given herself up to him. But this? What kind of test was this? Simone wasn’t sure if she would make it out with God’s grace. Omar had reassured her constantly that their faith bound them together in a Holy bond that no woman could break through, but he’d lied. Was their faith not strong enough or was it something else.


As Simone sat down with a bowl of ice cream, she heard Omar entering the garage. Practice was over and that meant her silent refuge would be interrupted by an aura of anxiety and awkwardness. They knew that this would be over soon, yet they lived in the same house and slept in the same bed. It was almost as if they couldn’t give up on these familiar little rituals despite the fact that their marriage was tattered beyond repair.


“Good evening Simone.”




“What you been up to all day.”


“You know… Shopping… Talking to China…”

Omar raised his eyebrow. “Uh huh?”


Looking up at him, Simone hated herself for being so attracted to him. He was bad for her in every sense of the word. He had lied and cheated and promised her a life he would never be able to give her. Simone was sick of everything, including her memories. They spoke to a world that she would never have again.


Omar pressed, “So you haven’t seen a lawyer?”


Simone rolled her eyes. When asked directly, she couldn’t bring herself to lie.


“Fine. I’ve seen a lawyer Omar. Is that what you want to hear?”


“No… You know I don’t want you to leave Simone.”


“You’re the one who filed for a divorce Omar.”


“Because you made me Simone. What the hell? I can’t do nothing to prove to you I’m your one and only?”


Simone scoffed. “Omar… I’m not your one and only and you know that. You’ve cheated on me at least five times. And that’s just what I know about. How many times do we have to argue about that?”


Omar shrugged.


“That’s the best you can do?” Simone asked, folding her arms.


Omar said, “Look Simone… This just comes with the job. There’s tons and tons of women passing up the pussy. What am I supposed to do?”


“STAY FAITHFUL,” Simone yelled.


She hated raising her voice for any reason, but recently, Omar was driving her up the wall and testing her in ways she’d never been tested before.


Omar smirked and then recomposed his face.


“Listen Simone… I’m trying my best to stay faithful. The Lord is just testing us both. ‘Til death do us part.”


“Oh shut up Omar. Don’t take me for a fool. I know you… I know you’re worried about your public image as this great big light skinned baller who happens to be the perfect Christian husband. That’s all you care about. I care about this relationship but I don’t even know what you care about anymore.”


“I care about you,” He said.


“Save it,” Simone snapped.


She couldn’t take it when Omar said just the right words to wriggle back into her life. Omar moved in closer to Simone…


“You don’t believe me Mrs. Greene? Let me show you,” Omar said. He moved closer to Simone and kissed her on the cheek.


Simone muttered, “This isn’t going to work Omar…”


“Are you sure?”


He kissed her again on the lips. Even if she wanted to resist, Simone could never resist Omar. Ever since the first time their lips had touched, she’d known that Omar had an uncontrollable power over her. His body and hers were connected on a spiritual level.


“Omar! Stop!” Simone said.


Omar stood back.


“What more do you have to say Simone…”


“I want you to tell me that you understand why I’m doing this. I can’t have you thinking I’m in the wrong here,” Simone said.


Omar lowered his head. “Of course I know why Simone… But best believe I don’t want you to leave. We’ve got a long history Simone. I don’t want that to be ruined.”


Simone felt a pang in her chest. If Omar didn’t want their relationship to be ruined, why had he cheated on her so many times? If it had been just once, maybe Simone would have believed him. But she couldn’t bring herself to be quite so naive after the second, third and fourth times.




Her eyes were welling up with tears. Omar knew how difficult this decision had been for her and he’d been tugging on her heart strings ever since. He rushed over to her and wrapped her up in a hug.

“I know it’s hard Simone but I love you… You’ve got to believe I love you.”


He leaned down and kissed Simone on the lips. This time, she didn’t have the strength to deny him. Even if a part of Simone hated Omar’s guts, she couldn’t resist the fact that he had been her best friend for years. He had been a source of emotional comfort for her and he knew exactly how to make her feel better.


Simone wrapped her arms around Omar and let him kiss her. He planted his kisses on her cheek and neck and then lifted her off her seat. Simone squealed as Omar hoisted her off her chair and began to carry her all the way to their bedroom. Omar squeezed Simone’s ass cheeks as he brought her to their marital bedroom. Simone’s dream bedroom felt cold even now. She knew that she was going to sleep with Omar, but this didn’t carry the same weight it had the first time Omar had brought her here.


Now, Simone felt like she was carrying out her marital duty. Before, making love to Omar felt like an expression of her passion and love.


Omar threw Simone onto her back and began to kiss her as she wriggled out of her clothing. They’d performed this act a number of times that this was almost as regular as taking a shower for Simone. She stripped down to nothing, letting Omar see her butterscotch skin, letting him stare into her gray eyes and press his lips to every inch of her body. In turn, Simone appreciated Omar’s physique. No matter what had happened between them, she couldn’t deny he was sexy.


He had deeply tanned skin, nappy short brown hair, olive colored eyes and lean muscle that covered every inch of his seven foot tall body. Simone pulled Omar closer to her as he undid his pants and revealed his large, erect cock. Simone inhaled sharply in anticipation of Omar’s invasion. Omar was one of these guys who had a dick so big he didn’t have to be good in bed. Just jabbing into her repeatedly was enough to send her over the edge into climax again and again.


Omar began to slide between Simone’s folds. She was wet with anticipation. Even if her heart wasn’t into it, her body responded to all of Omar’s touch. Soon it didn’t matter if her heart was on board; the pleasures of the flesh took over. Simone moaned as Omar filled her with his large bulging member. He slowly moved out of her and then pounded her hard again. Simone dug her nails into her husband’s back; her sharp claws egged him on.


Omar began to thrust into her harder and harder. Simone couldn’t help but beg for more.


“Yes! Yes Omar!” She yelled.


He locked lips with her as he rammed his cock deep inside of her. Simone cried out in pleasure as she reached her climax. Her pussy was dripping wet with pleasure and Omar’s cock slipped in and out of her easily. She clenched her pussy around the invading erection, egging Omar closer and closer. Simone reached another climax and as she moaned and cried out, she could feel the gooseflesh breaking out on Omar’s body, signifying he was getting close to his climax too.

Omar grunted and released inside of his beautiful wife. He would miss doing that… Simone was always available for him in this way. Since she couldn’t have children, he’d always been lucky to experience Simone’s flesh directly. She was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful… Omar wondered where he went wrong. He pulled out of his beautiful wife and lay on his back. Simone reached her hand down to his and squeezed it tightly. Omar wondered if he had a chance to win Simone back. He’d messed up so badly, but maybe she had forgiveness in her heart…

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BWWM Books: The Landlord's Baby

The Landlord's BabyBWWM Books by Orlena James never fail to disappoint. The Landlord's Baby is one of her short interracial romance books that lives up to the high standard she's set with her previous works. If you enjoy steamy romance books and well written contemporary romance with pregnancy, you'll enjoy this story too... 

The protagonist Zora is an attractive black woman who happens to be short on her rent and she's looking for a way to make it up to her landlord. It's not what you think... Sylvan isn't that sleazy and he charges Zora with the task of cleaning his apartment up for two weeks to make up for the rent. 

Throughout the week, Zora sees a string of bimbos going in and out of Sylvan's apartment and her little crush on her landlord starts to fade.

One night, Zora gets back from a bad date and Sylvan offers to comfort her. Is he the man she thought he was, or does this dashing playboy have a sweet side too?

Short BWWM Books Excerpt: The Landlord's Baby


Sylvan Ricardo was living in the top floor of his father’s apartment building to save on rent. In exchange for the discount, his father had left him in charge of managing the building in his free time. This meant collecting rent checks from the tenants or wads of cash, depending on how much the tenants could pay. It wasn’t a bad deal, just the occasional inconvenience once a month. Sylvan hated dealing with most of the tenants; there wasn’t necessarily anything wrong with them, but there wasn’t anything interesting either.


There was only one tenant who Sylvan even remotely wanted to get to know and she was so full of mystique that Sylvan was almost intimidated to get to know her. He knew it was a little odd for a woman to intimidate him but there was just something about Zora Mayberry. Zora was young and lived in a tiny half studio adjacent to Sylvan’s apartment which took up most of the top floor.


Zora was an attractive, thick woman with toffee colored skin. Her thick black hair was long and kinky, often wrapped up in a thick bun on the top of her head. Zora’s eyes were a vibrant amber color with flecks of green shooting out of the middle. She was soft spoken whenever she interacted with Sylvan and she had just the lightest touch of an accent as if she were from a foreign country. Sylvan didn’t even know how old she was.


In her small apartment, Zora was mentally preparing herself to go talk to her landlord. For all intents and purposes, Sylvan was far more of a landlord to her than his father was. She gave him the rent every month, sent him text messages when her toilet was broken and called him when the guy in the downstairs apartment had gotten into a brawl with his girlfriend. Zora always felt nervous when she had to talk to Sylvan. He was the type of guy she had always been intimidated by in her adulthood.


As a teen, Zora had never been one of the “hot” girls in school. She was chubby, too dark, her hair was too nappy and she had big ole buck teeth. Back in those days, white boys used to ask Zora out as “a joke”. The wounds from childhood hadn’t completely healed and even if Sylvan was gorgeous, Zora still felt anxious just looking at him. He brought her back to those hurtful days on the playground too easily. Now, Zora didn’t have buck teeth, she had learned to love the melanin in her skin. Zora’s kinky hair had become a point of pride -- she refused to let anyone tell her to hate her natural black features any longer. Still, Zora had some healing to do.


Meeting with Sylvan this month would be especially difficult for her because Zora was a couple hundred dollars short on her rent. She’d tried her best but with an unexpected rush to the emergency room that month, she just couldn’t come up with the money. She’d been a reliable tenant for almost two years now so she hoped that Sylvan would let it slide just this once. It wasn’t like his family was hurting for money anyways.


Zora figured she should at least dress nicely to cajole Sylvan into letting her get away with being short on rent. She threw on a curve-hugging pair of jeans that highlighted her nice round butt. Then, she put on a black crop top that fit around her breasts snugly and fell right over her navel where she had a tiny silver piercing. Zora left her apartment and knocked on Sylvan’s door.


“Mr. Ricardo! It’s me! Zora!” She yelled out.


She heard some shuffling and waited patiently for Sylvan to come to the door. When Sylvan appeared he was shirtless, with just a pair of boxers on. He looked like he’d just woken up even if it was late in the afternoon. All the same, he looked hot. Sylvan’s chest was broad and strong. His arms were thick with bulging biceps and he had a perfectly chiseled stomach. Zora was almost rendered speechless.


“Good afternoon Zora, can I help you?”


“Uhh… sorry… Didn’t mean to wake you.”


“It’s fine,” Sylvan said wiping his eyes, “Why don’t you come in and I’ll get us some coffee. I need to wake up.”


Zora tentatively stepped into Sylvan’s apartment. She’d never actually been inside the top floor apartment before but it was absolutely gorgeous. A cool breeze wafted through, ensuring the apartment would never succumb to the afternoon heat. Sylvan’s design tastes were eclectic and new age -- everything was modular and chrome. She followed Sylvan into his living room and sat on his black, L-shaped couch while he french pressed some coffee.


“This coffee is from Jamaica you know.”


“Cool,” Zora replied awkwardly. Was he telling her this because she was black?


Sylvan laughed, “Sorry if that seemed odd, it’s just that I’m really passionate about my coffee. Why should you care…”


“No, it’s fine.”


Sylvan poured her a cup of coffee which Zora promptly sweetened with cream and sugar.


“So, why are you stopping by Zora?” He asked as he joined her on the couch and began sipping his black coffee.


Zora sighed -- she’d rehearsed this speech a thousand times but she still felt hot shame at the idea of asking her landlord for a break on the rent.


She began, “Well Mr. Ricardo, I’ve brought you my rent money… It’s just that I’m a couple hundred dollars short.”


“Oh?” Sylvan said raising his eyebrows.


Zora felt so nervous she could have died.


“I know… It’s just, things snowballed out of control and I couldn’t pull it together in time. If there’s anything I can do… Pay a little next month… Please… Just please don’t evict me. I have nowhere else to go and I…”


Sylvan interrupted her.


“Listen Zora, it’s alright, I won’t kick you out of the building. Perhaps we can figure something out.”


A loud crash emanated through the house.


“Girlfriend?” Zora asked instinctively.


Sylvan smiled, “No, my cat… My girlfriend left me three weeks ago.”


“Oh, I’m sorry.”


“No worries. Let’s get back to the rent issue. If you’re short, perhaps there’s something you can do…”


“I’d be willing to do anything,” Zora said, looking into Sylvan’s eyes.


Sylvan smiled, “I think I know what you could do. I need lots of work done around the house… It’s been hard since Emma left. Do you mind coming in every day for the next couple weeks?”


“Yes! Oh my goodness thank you! I can come in any time.”


“Perfect. Then that’s sorted I guess,” Sylvan said.


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Short BWWM Books: The Trucker's Baby

Short BWWM Books The Trucker's BabyOrlena James is back at it again with her delightful short BWWM books. This contemporary fiction romance author is particularly skilled at writing interracial romance books and pregnancy fiction books that appeal to black women and all people who love IR fiction. 

Check out the description of her upcoming release below and keep reading even further for a titillating excerpt that will keep you wanting more! 

Rhonda, a 30 year old African American woman, is working the night shift at Two Brews Coffee Shop and Bar to put her way through university. The night shift is usually lonely until one blustery night, a trucker named Malachi is rolling through town and he stops by for a pint of ale.

Rhonda is instantly attracted to him but Malachi's married. He's just found out his wife is cheating on him and Rhonda provides him a listening ear. When he leaves, she expects to never see him again. 

Weeks pass before Rhonda sees Malachi again. This time, everything is different and neither of them can deny their desires any further...

After their night of passion Rhonda is forced to wonder if she'll ever see Malachi again or if everything he said was a lie to get into her pants... 

Short BWWM Books Excerpt: The Trucker's Baby


The night shift at Two Brews Coffee Shop & Bar was often empty. Rhonda had taken on a few late shifts to help pay her way through school. She was working on a degree in education at the local state university so she could head back home and do some good in her life. Until that day came, Rhonda had to support herself entirely on a minimum wage job. She’d had a late start in life and at age thirty, most of the other students in her classes looked down on her for being such an old college student. They couldn’t see past their snooty noses to realize that Rhonda had to work hard her entire life to get half of what they had for free.


Rhonda was a tall, thick sorrel colored woman with long braids that fell down the middle of her back. Her eyes were a deep mahogany color with reddish undertones peeking through. Rhonda was by all definitions beautiful, with perfect unblemished skin and a bright white smile that made every customer’s day. It was too bad that taking on the late shift there were very few customers for her to charm into extra tips.


With forty five minutes left until closing and without having had a single customer for over forty five minutes, Rhonda had nothing really to do. The entire coffee shop was spotless, everything had been put away for the night and Rhonda didn’t expect to see a single person. On Monday nights, most of the students were too busy studying to think about “brewskis” anyways.


As Rhonda scrolled through social media on her phone, she almost didn’t notice the man that strolled in until he sat down at the bar. The man was tall, which thick muscles bulging through his flannel shirt. He had brown hair swept to the sides and icy blue eyes. His full beard was thick and covered in a few flecks of snow from being outside. As he entered, Rhonda noted his woody scent mixed with notes of patchouli and vanilla. Something about his musk was instantly comforting.


Rhonda put on her customer service voice and asked him, “Can I get you anything?”


“What ales do you have on tap?” He asked.


Rhonda listed off the ales with a brief description for each one. He ordered a mid-tier ale and began to sip it slowly after slamming a five dollar bill down on the table. Rhonda busied herself nearby so he could holler if he wanted anything else. As she was pretending to have work to do, Rhonda couldn’t help notice more about this mysterious stranger. Not only was he incredibly handsome but he seemed to carry a certain amount of grief on his shoulders only visible to her because she looked into his eyes.


He sipped his ale bitterly and Rhonda could have sworn that she saw him nearly tearing up.


Strange… He seemed to be close to forty years old and she’d never seen him around town before so chances are he wasn’t local.

Rhonda jumped out of her skin when the man started speaking to her.


“Do you believe in love?”


“Excuse me sir?” Rhonda replied politely.


She wasn’t sure if she’d heard correctly but this stranger had just asked her if she believed in love…


“Sorry for being rude,” He said gruffly, “My name’s Malachi.”




“If you don’t mind me askin’ Rhonda, do you believe in love?”


Rhonda nodded -- she knew from her years in customer service to never disagree with a customer.


“Yes, I believe in love. All of us have multiple people who we’re meant to get along with in life. When we find one we really really like, heck all we can do is hope they feel the same way.”




Malachi downed another sip of his ale.


“Well what about soul mates Rhonda? What do you think ‘sposed to happen when you find yours?”


For the first time, Rhonda detected a mild Southern twang in Malachi’s voice. He definitely wasn’t from around here.


“Well, when you find your soulmate, you’re supposed to love each other. To work hard to be together until the very end.”


“Ain’t it ‘sposed to be easy?”


Rhonda shrugged and replied, “From what I know of life there’s not a damned thing easy about it.”


Malachi’s questions were starting to make Rhonda uneasy. Just because a guy was rustic and sexy didn’t mean he didn’t have nefarious intent. He knew that they were here alone and maybe this was all some twisted precursor to try something with her. Rhonda reached down into her apron pocket and fondled her (very illegal) pepper spray for some security.


No need to panic. He’s just a regular guy. She told herself.


“Bet you’re wondering why I asked you all them strange questions.”


Rhonda smiled, “Not at all,” She lied.


“Well Rhonda, my life’s a fuckin’ mess. Look at me… spilling all my problems out to a small town waitress. I’m a fuckin’ cliche.”


“You’d be surprised,” Rhonda replied.


“Mind sittin’ with me for a minute?”


Rhonda sat across from him and started to warm up. Maybe this guy was strange or even depressed but he definitely wasn’t going to hurt her.


“I’m shit outta luck. My wife… Poppy… She cheated on me and I don’t know what to do.”


“Well, that’s certainly a tricky situation.”


“You don’t know the half of it. She slept with this guy… he’s a single dad… a real Romeo. I guess I thought she was the love of my life but now I’m not so sure.”


“Do you want to forgive her?”


“I don’t know.”


Malachi continued, “She said that she did it because I was never home enough. I drive trucks up and down the highway from Delaware to the Canadian border. I know I’m not home enough but hell, I need the money and she does too.”


“Still, it’s never fair to cheat on the one you love,” Rhonda offered.


“Don’t I know it. I ‘spose I deserve it though,” Malachi said, finishing the last of his ale.


“Deserve it? Why would you say something like that?”


“‘Cause I cheated on her first. We were younger… Before we got married… I slept with a friend of hers… She was a beautiful Latin thing and she seduced me before I even knew my head from my asshole.”




“I did my time for that one and I deserved it. Never strayed since. But Poppy? I’m surprised. If Poppy cheated on me, that must mean she don’t love me anymore.”


Rhonda let him brood for a moment.


“What do you think you’re going to do about it?” She asked.


Malachi shrugged his shoulders.


“I guess a part of me would like to whisk off a pretty young thing like you and get revenge. But I’m just not that type of guy anymore. I can’t hurt Poppy like that.”

Rhonda’s breathing sped up as she heard Malachi call her pretty. She found him drop dead gorgeous and something about him bearing his heart out to her made him even sexier in her eyes.


“You’re a good man then Malachi. All you can do is try to work it out or leave and never look back,” She said.


Malachi nodded.


“You’re right. Mind if we talk about something else over another glass?”


Rhonda nodded and poured Malachi the ale. She sat across from him as he filled her ears with tales from his experiences on the road. Rhonda had never imagined a trucker to be anything other than a sort-of dirty, country bumpkin white guy. Malachi was far more than that. He was kind, caring and handsome. He had a country twang to his voice and a rugged exterior but after only a few minutes of speaking with him, Rhonda knew that he was kind and obviously a loving person.


Rhonda needed to close up shop before she was ready. She would have kept it open just to keep talking to Malachi but she knew that with class in the morning it was an awful idea.


“Hate to be abrupt but I’ve got to close up shop.”

“I understand. Thanks for being a listening ear missy,” He said.

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