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Dark Romance Books | SEAL's Captive | Book #1 BWWM Captive Series

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I had to tweak to the story so I did. I made it hotter. I added in details and I opened the story up to further exploration in Book 2 and Book 3 of the trilogy.

This is the beginning of a story that's about both love and sisterhood. Three black women are connected by a father that they barely know and his death sends the heiresses spiraling into a dark world that they'd grown up knowing nothing about. In this extraordinary world, they find men capable of loving them more than they'd ever anticipated and from the darkness that they are thrust into, they find a beacon of light...

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Romance Novel Excerpts: SEAL's Captive | Book #1 BWWM Captive Series

DADDY'S FUNERAL

Gigi barely knew her father. She knew that he was wealthy and that her mother had been knocked up at nineteen years old by a man a decade older than her.

 

Jerome Jackson had always been a mysterious absentee figure. To Gigi, he was daddy, the person who paid for her education, the person who sent her to horseback riding camp,  he'd sent her on trips to Mallorca and Bangkok, but he'd never been there.

 

Gigi could count on her hands the number of times she'd seen him in person.

 

Gigi stood next to her two half-sisters looking down at the body of the man she barely knew. Jerome Jackson — born June 11th, 1958, died February 14th, 2017.

 

Dinah was the one who had found him. As she told it, he’d been sitting in his study with his hand clasped around a glass of whiskey.

 

Gigi stood next to the sister that she barely knew and slipped her hand into hers. Dinah was crying, but neither Gigi nor their third sister Tyra could muster up tears yet. Neither of them knew Jerome quite the way that Dinah did. Dinah was the only one who had grown up with him.

 

The funeral would start in forty-five minutes. Strangers would fill this room and gawk at her father’s body. Most of them would probably know Jerome better than Gigi ever had. Her father, the stranger.

 

Even if he had been a stranger, Jerome had ensured Gigi had the best of the best. She’d attended the best private day schools in New York and then she’d been shipped off to a New England boarding school for high school. All on her father’s dime.

 

In her community, Gigi’s life had caused whispers. Despite her expensive education, she had grown up in a small two-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. Her mother’s job as a public school teacher could never have afforded her all the luxuries she had growing up.

 

She’d only met and hung out with her sisters three times in the past. When Gigi was eighteen years old  — Tyra, sixteen, Dinah, fifteen — Jerome persuaded Gigi’s mother to let Gigi join him for a special summer vacation. He thought it was important for all his daughters to know each other. After much pleading, Gigi remembered her mother reluctantly allowing her to go.

 

She remembered being eighteen and standing in line at JFK, ready to meet her father in person for only the tenth time in her life. She remembered the image she had constructed of him from his letters alone and filled in by her active imagination. She remembered picturing her sisters in her head; she imagined they would all be perfect copies of her, the best friends she’d been searching for her whole life.

 

Gigi cracked a smile as she recalled that vacation. It had been far from perfect. Tyra and Dinah were nothing like her and they were used to being “only children”. Jerome hadn’t been the perfect father either on that vacation. Instead of spending time with them, he’d given them each a credit card and sent them off on their own. Gigi and her two sisters had an insane month in Paris together followed by a month in London. There had been laughter, shopping... and more fighting than ever.

 

Those were some of the best and worst memories Gigi had of Jerome. She reached out and touched his stiff hand in the coffin. Those tears finally found their way out of her eyes. Dinah squeezed her hand tightly and rested her head on Gigi’s shoulders.

 

“I don’t know if I can do this today,” Tyra whispered.

 

“Well. We have to.”

 

“I know,” Tyra replied, “But I think I’ll need a drink.”

 

“Don’t drink too much,” Gigi warned.

 

“Easy for you to say,” mumbled Tyra.

 

“I think I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

 

They walked into the other room. It felt strange having the funeral out of Jerome’s house, but that was what he requested. He'd been specific too. He wanted the viewing, the repast, and funeral in the foyer downstairs and then he’d be cremated later that week. Each of his daughters would get 1/3 of his ashes and 1/3 of his assets.

 

He might have been more absent than not, but he’d always provided financially, even in death.

 

Dinah had hired an event coordinator to manage the entire affair. They approached Jerome’s bar and each ordered a drink. Tyra ordered a stiff whiskey on the rocks (Jim Beam, just like her father drank).

 

Dinah ordered a glass of white wine. Gigi ordered cranberry juice with a splash of vodka in it. She wanted the presence of mind throughout this entire affair. She wanted to remember — even if remembering would hurt like hell.

 

She felt sad that Jerome had died but not from missing him. Heck, she’d grown used to missing him her own life. What really gnawed at Gigi’s heart was all the time she didn’t get to spend with her father. She realized all the things she didn’t know about him. She knew that he’d made millions of dollars in investment banking and investing in technology. She knew that he was a renowned womanizer who hadn’t just dated their mothers but a number of celebrities.

 

But Gigi didn’t know how he liked his coffee. She didn’t know what her father liked to do in his downtime. All she knew was that he’d worked, provided and then died. His personality would always be a mystery to her. His death was so painfully final. She downed as much of her drink as she could manage, her racing mind causing her to rethink her abstinence from alcohol.

 

“What happens next Dinah?” Tyra asked.

 

Dinah morosely took a sip of her wine before answering. By some cruel fate, the youngest of them had been completely responsible for putting all of this together. She was the only one of them who really knew Jerome. She’d grown up in this very mansion and ultimately, she’d been the one to find her father’s body. It was like Dinah was suffering just for being the only one of Jerome’s children he’d paid any mind.

 

“I meet with the estate lawyer and the accountant. You guys don’t have to stay here. Once you send me your banking information and addresses, I should be able to sort it all out.”

 

“Jesus,” Tyra mumbled.

 

“It’s a lot of money,” Gigi confirmed.

 

Dinah smiled, “I guess it is. I’m just so used to all this, you know?”

 

Tyra nodded, “Lucky you. I grew up in East L.A. Daddy provided for me but mama would have never let any of this get to my head.”

 

Dinah furrowed her brow a bit.

 

“Don’t mean any offense.”

 

“None taken. It’s just… Sometimes I wonder how daddy could have left y’all across the country. Why me?”

 

Gigi shrugged, “My mama had me at nineteen. It was a long time ago. Maybe with you he just wanted things to be different.”

 

“I guess. But it still bothers me. Doesn’t it bother you? That we didn’t grow up together?”

 

Tyra and Gigi exchanged glances. Yes, it did bother them. Of course, it did. Their father was internationally renowned and incredibly wealthy but for a reason, neither of them knew, he’d only picked the youngest of them to take care of properly.

 

To them, Jerome was a more of an idea than a person. Dinah was the only one of her sisters who had grown up with a real father.

 

“I guess it bothers me,” Tyra mumbled.

 

“Well, we have a chance to get to know each other now,” Gigi offered.

 

Dinah sighed, “But how? After this… you’ll head east and Tyra’s going to head west.”

 

“And then you’ll be the baddest bitch left in Costa Rica,” Tyra grinned.

 

The three of them laughed. It was the first time that the three of them had shared a proper laugh since they’d arrived at Jerome Jackson’s tropical mansion. This was the country that Dinah had grown up in while Gigi was away at boarding school and while Tyra had attended a private day school in California.

 

“Well, since we only have a few minutes, why don’t we just have another drink,” Dinah said.

 

They were starting to realize that like it or not, they would have an emotionally exhausting day. They ordered second rounds of their drinks as time ticked towards the start of the funeral service.

 

“Do you remember Paris?” Gigi asked.

 

Dinah cracked a smile.

 

“Yes, I remember Paris. It was insane… The drinks, the shopping…”

 

“The fighting…” Tyra finished.

 

“What did we even fight over?”

 

“Everything,” Gigi smiled.

 

“It all seems so silly and so far away,” Tyra replied.

 

Dinah nodded, “Daddy barely even spent any time with us that vacation. We had no clue about anything but we ran around the streets of Paris like little African princesses.”

 

Gigi had never really thought of herself as African, but Dinah wasn’t wrong to refer to them as such. Their father, Jerome Jackson was an African immigrant who changed his name when he was eighteen years old to the alliterative, Americanized name Jerome Jackson.

 

Gigi had no clue who her father had been before he’d changed his name. Growing up in Brooklyn, she was utterly cut off from her Nigerian heritage. She never even thought about it. As far as she was concerned she was just a regular African American girl. Tyra felt the same way.

 

“Have you been to Nigeria?” Tyra asked Dinah, letting Gigi know that they were probably thinking the same thing.

 

Dinah pushed the hair from her wig out of her face and she nodded.

 

“Yeah. I went last year to daddy’s mansion in Maitama. It’s beautiful out there.”

 

“I can’t believe I’ve never gone.”

 

Dinah shrugged, “Maybe we should go there sometime. After the funeral.”

 

“If I can get time off work,” Tyra answered.

 

Gigi wondered if Tyra was serious.

 

They would each be inheriting something to the tune of $42 million dollars each. They would co-own his mansion in Costa Rica, his apartment complex in Chicago and the mansion in Maitama.

 

For the rest of their lives, they could sit back and relax. With a team of investors to manage their portfolios, accountants, and lawyers, they would never have to work again. Gigi always knew her father had money, but she didn't realize it was this much until he'd passed.

 

Once learning about the inheritance, she struggled to imagine working again and heading back to the daily grind.

 

She’d struggled in her adulthood since graduating from college and she didn’t feel ashamed about putting an end to that struggle, whether or not she earned the money to do it. Tyra was different.

 

Maybe things are easier out in California, Gigi thought to herself.

 

They sat back and they reminisced about Paris. They reminisced about the boy that Gigi had fallen for in France — a black twenty-year-old Parisian named Christophe. They reminisced about the time Dinah drank so much they had to sneak her into the apartment through the back entrance. They reminisced about how Tyra had almost had them kicked out of a nightclub because she tried to fight a loud-mouthed bully on Dinah’s behalf.

 

As they reminisced, they did everything to try to forget the fact that their father’s body was dressed up in a custom Italian designer suit only a few feet away.

 

They tried to forget the fact that this might be the last time they all saw each other. They tried to forget about all their anxieties about growing older, about love, happiness and the lot of it.

 

“Are any of you married?” Dinah asked.

 

Gigi and Tyra both shook their heads.

 

“Nope.”

 

“Nah.”

 

“Do you ever want to be?” Dinah asked.

 

Tyra shrugged and Gigi nodded.

 

“I do. But I’ll need to meet the right guy. Maybe I’m getting too old though.”

 

“Nonsense!” Tyra said, “There’s no such thing as too old.”

 

Dinah replied, “Well, I don’t think I want to get married. I watched daddy go through three wives in my childhood. None of them could have kids and none of them lasted very long.”

 

They were silent again. Even if they tried, they couldn’t help but think of Jerome. The good, the bad, the ugly — they were forced to confront all of it now in his death.

 

“I never knew he was ever married.”

 

Gigi knew about her father's other children but she didn't know enough about him to know he'd had spouses.

 

“After I turned eighteen,” Dinah said, “But I still lived here after college and during vacations. So I got to see a lot of it. I wonder if any of them ever really loved him.”

 

“Are any of them coming today?” Gigi asked.

 

Dinah shook her head, “They all made excuses when I called.”

 

They were silent again as they were forced to confront another unpleasant truth. Jerome had a string of women on his arm but his actions had also made him many enemies throughout his life.

 

They talked until guests started to pull into the driveway. Black cars manned by mixed race Costa Ricans with thick dark curls and walnut brown skin pulled up and then all manner of Americans and Nigerians descended upon the Jackson mansion for Jerome’s funeral.

 

Gigi, Tyra, and Dinah waited by the door, playing the part of perfect daughters and loving sisters. They greeted everyone who came. A man gripped Gigi's hand with tears in his eyes and told her that her father was the most loving man he'd ever known. Gigi couldn't muster up tears in response, but it moved her to know that her father had impacted someone like that.

 

Maybe he wasn't all bad. Maybe he just couldn't do family the traditional way, she mused.

 

The house was filled with upwards of 100 guests who all fit into the viewing room. The priest arrived somewhere in the middle of the pack and Dinah pulled him aside to discuss the proceedings. Gigi took in the room before making her way to the reserved seats in the front.

 

The room smelled like new leather and designer perfumes. Gigi had never been surrounded by so much wealth in her life. The odd venue for the funeral bothered no one. The ultra-wealthy are accustomed to eccentricity.

 

Gigi's mind wandered as she waited for the priest to begin. She'd never understood what Dinah’s life had been like until now. In Paris, she remembered thinking Dinah was clueless, some barely-black Oreo who couldn't possibly understand what she'd been through. Now, she empathized with Dinah, for having to be enveloped in such a cold, stiff world.

 

The start time of the funeral drew near. Tyra joined Gigi in the front and their eyes moved over to Dinah as they waited for her to join them. The priest stood in the front of the room waiting to officiate and Dinah stood off to the side talking to a short, gently tanned latino man.

 

When Dinah finished speaking to him, she joined the duo.

 

“Who was that?” Gigi whispered to her.

 

“Luciano.”

 

“Who?”

 

Dinah whispered, “A friend of my father’s. He helped me get everything together today before you guys arrived.”

 

“Oh. I see.”

 

Before Gigi could ask any more questions, the funeral service started. The priest began to speak about her father’s life. Gigi started to learn things that she’d never known about Jerome. She learned about his childhood in Nigeria, where he'd been the smartest of his brothers who were now all dead.

 

His parents had pegged him out for success and he'd attended Oxford for two years before dropping out to begin his enterprises.

 

Enterprise was a good word for it, Dinah thought to herself. Neither her sisters nor the guests knew as much as she did about what her father had done to make his money. Except for Luciano, of course, the bearer of her father's secrets, the guests were ignorant.

 

When it came time for Jerome’s eulogy, Luciano was the one who stepped up to the podium to speak. Gigi drew her eyes to him, hopeful that she could gain some final lasting insight into the man her father was.

 

Luciano spoke with a thick Spanish accent, but he eulogized Jerome well. He spoke about their memories together in Costa Rica and all the times that Jerome bailed him out of trouble. He spoke to the heroic image of her father that Gigi had always carried with her (whether intentionally or not).

 

The image Gigi had of her father persisted as a Nigerian man that loved laughter, liquor, and making love with equal vigor. He had been boisterous, untamable and loyal to a fault once he decided you were worthy.

 

Gigi could feel tears spilling out of her eyes involuntarily. Dinah was weeping softly and Tyra sat up stone-faced. She never allowed her grief to be on display in the room full of people. Dinah and Gigi couldn’t help it. They all gripped each other’s palms as Luciano said his final words.

 

“…And I want to say a final goodbye to you, amigo. I promise that I will carry you in my heart forever and I will make sure that nothing happens to your beautiful daughters. Adios.”

 

Luciano left the podium and Gigi watched as a single tear streamed down his face. The room was filled with people who were either weeping or looking sullenly forward. The priest continued with the rest of the service and when the collection box was passed around, people dropped $100 bills into the box as if it were nothing.

 

Everything about that day had felt utterly surreal, including the ease with which a room full of people parted with what would total up to a year’s worth of her rent.

 

Gigi made mental notes of everything going on so she could remember to tell her mother. Her mother had declined the invitation, but Gigi promised her she'd spare no details about what happened.

 

Towards the end of the service, they sang and a friend of Dinah’s played the piano. And just like that, the funeral service was finished. The gangly events co-ordinator led the guests to the other room for a small wake while Gigi and her sisters said their final goodbyes to Jerome.

 

The end drew closer. Jerome's requests would be followed and carried out by his team of assistants. Their lives would change and three regular black women who barely knew each other would become heiresses overnight. Jerome would be cremated and the ashes would be split in three and shipped priority mail to Gigi and Tyra. This was it — their last time with their father.

 

Gigi’s chest balled up like a fist as she stood above her father’s body for the last time.

 

“Goodbye,” She whispered through her tears.

 

Tyra handed her a handkerchief which she used to dab beneath her eyes. Dinah planted a kiss on their father’s forehead and Tyra just stood there staring at him. Gigi thought her head seemed like it was swimming with thoughts. There was a lot to think about and a lot to mourn.

 

When the funeral home arrived and the coffin closed for the final time, Gigi felt the fist around her heart clench even tighter. They had to go back out there and face the folks who had all come expecting to see the three of them after the funeral.

 

“I’m starting to think the next part is what’s going to be the hardest,” Gigi said.

 

Dinah sighed, “You’re right. But… We can do it. I know we can.”

 

“At least we’ve got each other for this next bit.”

 

“Let’s go then.”

 

They pushed open the doors into the next room and walked out into the…

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Dark Romance Books | Hitman's Captive | Book #3 BWWM Captive Series

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It's been an incredible journey to Book 3 for me and I've spent many months tweaking the ending that I originally wanted to write a story that wasn't just about Dinah, but tied in the other three sisters so that you can all get final CLOSURE on the girls we have come to love throughout this year... 

What I can promise you in Dinah's book is that she's nothing like the reserved and shy Gigi or the loud-mouthed troublemaking Tyra. She's a breed of her own thanks to her upbringing by her CRAZY RICH father. This book explores what that life on the "dark economy" is like. 

Did you know that it's common for many rulers in ancient times to only surround themselves with female guards because they believed women are more trustworthy? There was no better woman for Jerome to trust than his own daughter so he turned her into the woman he needed her to be... a cold-blooded assassin. And yes, Jerome technically recruited "child soldiers" to protect his multi-million dollar fortune. This book delves into the depths of what this wealthy man left behind and how his daughter will manage to pick up the pieces of having grown up stronger than any woman she knows and struggling to let other people -- especially men -- into her life.

I don't want to spoil how the story ends for you, so without further ado, thank you for reading this far and I hope you enjoy the absolutely delicious teaser I'm posting below. Warning, you WILL be teased, so expect to end the sample wanting more (desperately).

Romance Novel Excerpts: Hitman's Captive | Book #3 BWWM Captive Series

 

CHAPTER ONE

“Miss Jackson, it’s handled.”

 

“What did they say?”

 

“They asked about the funeral.”

 

“There’s not going to be a funeral. My remains are…”

 

“I said they were lost at sea.”

 

“Good.” 

 

“With all due respect Miss Jackson, due to the short notice of your departure, I cannot guarantee that the truth will stay hidden from them at all.”

 

“I understand, Stephanie. But you know that I don’t have a choice here.”

 

“We always have a choice, Dinah.”

 

“Not me.”

 

“You’re Jerome’s daughter. I understand that. But your father is dead…”

 

“Exactly. And just like people came after Gigi and Tyra, they’ll come after me. You and I both know that I’ve done far worse than being Jerome’s daughter.”

 

“It’s not your fault.”

 

“I know. Consider this a semi-permanent retirement. When trouble has died down, I’ll consider coming back.”

 

“Elsa misses you.”

 

I leaned back in the red velvet seats on the jet, trying not to think of Elsa.

 

“Elsa is a dog. She doesn’t understand anything. She’s just happy as long as she gets her food every day.”

 

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

 

“Listen, Stephanie. We’re about to land. I’ll be back on the grid in twenty.”

 

“Is she beautiful?”

 

“Yes, the island looks the same. But somehow colder.”

 

Stephanie chuckled, “She looks colder every time.”

 

“When is the last time you’ve been back?”

 

“I don’t know. Years. Not since Wy—”

 

“You can say his name, Stephanie.”

 

“Not since Wyatt was around.”

 

“Yeah. Let’s hope he doesn’t think to look for me here.”

 

“He won’t. We took measures to ensure that he’ll never find you.”

 

“Promise me, Stephanie, you’ll make sure he doesn’t.”

 

“I will.”

 

“Good. I gotta go now.”

 

“Be safe, Dinah.”

 

“I will be. You know that.”

 

“Yes. But you have a funny habit of getting into trouble, don’t you?”

 

“I’m my father’s daughter. I can’t help that.” 

 

“Bye, Dinah.”

 

“If you don’t hear from me in three days, worry.”

 

Stephanie hung up and I wandered down the aisle of the jet, popping into the pilot’s cabin.

 

“Closing in, Jerry?”

 

“Yes. It’s tough landing her today. Snowstorm comin’ in tomorrow, I’m sure you heard.”

 

“I did.”

 

“You ready?”

 

“The house survived the winter of ’09 just fine.” 

 

“Good. Good.”

 

“I’m gonna miss you, Jerry.”

 

“Don’t believe that.”

 

“We’ve flown all over the world together.”

 

Jerry shrugged, “Coulda been any other lug Mr. Jackson hired.”

 

“But you’ve always been my pilot. Always.”

 

“You’ve grown up into a fine young lady.”

 

The plane approached the ground and I grew quiet as I watched Jerry take her in closer, flying the private plane smoothly to avoid bumps and discomfort. Our first flight together had been a nightmare compared to this one. With daddy dead, all of us would scatter to our little corner of the globe and hope that we could live without trouble for once.

 

“Thanks.”

 

“If you need me, call my place in Hafnarfjörður.”

 

“It’s only a three hour flight.”

 

“Exactly. I’ll miss ya kiddo. But it’s for the best.”

 

“I know. That’s what I told Stephanie.”

 

Jerry snorted at the mention of Stephanie’s name. 

 

“She still think you should stay in the tropics so they can hunt you down like deer?” He asked gruffly.

 

“She wants me to stay.”

 

“Not a chance. YOu’re too smart for that. And you’re right to come here. Nowhere is safer than Avalon.”

 

I didn’t respond and a few moments later, the plane landed on the strip, a mile away from the island’s main house. 

 

“Bundle up, missy.”

 

I wrapped my scarf around my face and pulled up the hood on my jacket so it warmed my ears. Jerry opened the plane doors and walked me down the stairs. He stared at me for a moment on the tarmac with tears in his eyes.

 

“Years. You’ll be here alone for years, Dinah. I just… I can’t imagine what your father would think.”

 

“He would understand. This is what he would have wanted.”

 

“I suppose you’re right. I suppose it’s safest.”

 

“If I’m with the rest of the world, they’ll track me down and when they’re done, they’ll kill all my sisters. I have no choice.”

 

“I know. I know.”

 

He hugged me and salty tears ran down his stubbly cheek onto my cheek as we pressed our faces together. I squeezed Jerry tightly, not wanting to let go. For a split second, I realized he was the last remaining parental figure that I had and I would have to say goodbye to him and to everything I knew. 

 

I finally pulled away, sniffling and disguising my own tears from him.

 

“Promise me you’ll stay in touch.”

 

“I will.”

 

“And stay out of trouble.”

 

“I will.”

 

“Sure you don’t want me to drive you to the house?”

 

“No. I can handle it.”

 

“Good.”

 

“Bye, Jerry.”

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In this novel, African American women who love romantic stories will find important representation. They'll find lust, passion, and lots of hot sex. 

This book is so controversial that the negative reviews about "too much sex" could have deterred me from publishing.

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After taking one look at May Roberts, Ben knows he has to have her.

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After a night of the hottest sex she's ever experienced, May promises herself it won't happen again.

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“Nice place,” Ben asserted once he entered May’s house. 

 

He stood in her foyer with his hands in his pockets, taking in every inch of her wall space and home. The place was spotless, as usual, with New England country design. May flicked on the light and kept her eyes on Ben. If he was going to expose himself as a creepy killer, he’d probably start now.

 

“Wow,” He said, “Well… Take me to the Etta James.”

 

“Whiskey?”

“Bourbon. No ice,” He replied.

 

May took her shoes off and walked into the living room. She gestured towards her eggshell colored sofa and offered Ben a seat.

 

“Thanks, but I think I’ll take my station at the record player.”

 

May’s vinyl collection was the focal point of the room. Her shelves were organized by decade and then alphabetically by artist. Her record player was wiped clean and inside, there was Purple Rain — an artifact from last week’s “date night” when May had danced alone in her undies to Prince for three hours.

 

Ben ran his hands through her records, searching for one that caught his eye, so May took that opportunity to pour them both glasses of bourbon. She hadn’t quite reached Ben’s level of appreciation for whiskey, so she added a bit of ginger ale to hers and copious amounts of ice. May always thought of her grandfather when she poured a glass of bourbon.

 

She re-emerged and found Ben placing a Whitney Houston record on her turntable.

 

“Modern,” May said, “Bourbon?”

 

Ben walked towards her and grabbed the bourbon. Standing inches away from her, he was growing tired of playing this game. He wanted to take her now — sweep her off her feet and get those feet behind her head. Whitney Houston and bourbon was putting him in a mood that he no longer wanted to ignore.

 

Ben downed the glass in one big gulp and slammed it down on the shelf.

“Ah. Perfection.”

 

“Aren’t you supposed to sip bourbon?” May teased shyly.

 

Ben shook his head, “Sipping takes too long. I prefer to get my liquor hard… and fast…”

 

He moved closer to May and then plucked her drink from her hand, setting it down next to his empty glass.

 

“Ben…” She started.

 

“Don’t say anything,” He replied, “Just let this happen… And admit you always knew this was going to happen.”

 

May closed her eyes and allowed Ben’s lips to touch hers. Holy shit. Kissing him send jolts of electric energy surging through her body, forcing her to stand at attention. May pulled away with widened eyes. For something so wrong, it felt so right.

 

“Ben, we can’t do this. We just met,” May whispered.

 

“Then why does it feel like we’ve known each other a thousand years?” 

 

This time, he grabbed her. Ben clutched May’s waist as he pulled her close to him and kissed her. This time, his tongue thrust down her throat and her heart ached with anxiety and excitement. He was right — she didn’t want to say no.

 

May pressed her palms against Ben’s chest. She felt his lion’s heart beating slow and dull. He was calm, as if he’d orchestrated the entire evening. He felt none of her prey animal jitters, just desire.

 

“Please… We need to stop.”

“Why…” He growled, his lips pressed to May’s neck as he sucked her flesh between them.

“Ohhh,” May moaned, as his tongue flicked over one of the most sensitive spots on her neck.

 

She didn’t recall what question he’d asked. Ben’s hands clutched her ass cheeks and he lifted her off the ground. May wrapped her thighs tightly around his muscled physique and allowed him to kiss her like this. Ben pressed her against the nearest wall and allowed his fingers to run through her hair as he kissed her.

 

May squeezed her thighs around Ben and ran her hands through his hair. His cologne had a cinnamon and citrus scent that drove her mad. His thick tufts of hair beneath her finger tips also pushed May over the edge of desire. She wasn’t sure what had come over her — what had possessed her to leap into Ben’s arms. She knew nothing about him, but her body propelled her forward like this.

 

Thud.

 

Ben carried May to another wall and pressed her up against the wall as he kissed her lips and neck.

“I can’t wait to take you upstairs and fuck your brains out,” He whispered.

 

May was taken aback by the dirty talk. It wasn’t typical for guys that she’d just met to go that far on the first night. But coming from Ben, she felt her pussy getting wet. That was exactly what she wanted from him. Ben set May on the ground and then turned her around, pressing her against the wall.

 

“Before I fuck you upstairs, I’m going to pin you down and fuck you against this wall until you scream.”

 

May did nothing to resist. She pressed her hands against the wall and stuck her ass out. Ben hiked her skirt up and slid her underwear to the ground. 

 

“Mmm,” He groaned when he saw May’s perfect, large ass. 

 

Her butt cheeks were large, round and juicy. May jiggled her ass cheeks a little, tantalizing Ben and activating his desires for her further. He rubbed the area of May’s ass cheeks and felt his cock stirring to attention. For a woman with such a slim waist, May’s butt was deliciously large. 

 

Ben got down on his knees and grabbed May’s thighs.

 

“Don’t turn around,” He commanded, “Just feel.”

 

May closed her eyes, waiting for what was coming next. She expected to feel Ben’s member sliding towards her pussy, but instead, she felt the warm wetness of Ben’s tongue touch the soft area between her legs.

 

“Ahh,” May moaned.

 

She had no idea what she was in for. Ben squeezed her thighs tighter and began to move his tongue smoothly across the length of her pussy.

“Yes! Oh yes…” May cooed.

 

Ben began to lap at her pussy faster and faster. His lips suckled around May’s engorged clit as he licked the length of her pussy, even allowing his tongue to dare graze her puckered asshole.

“Ohhh!” May cried out as his tongue grazed against the forbidden hole again.

 

Ben stood up and then pressed May into the wall further with his body.

 

“Stay still,” He whispered, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

 

May remained still and she could hear Ben undoing his pants. She could feel the heat of his cock pressing up against her ass cheeks as he kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. 

 

“Condom?” May asked.

 

“Yes,” Ben replied.

 

As he answered her, he shoved the full length of his sheathed cock into her wetness. May let out a loud squeal. Ben began to pummel into her pussy. He gripped her waist and fucked her against the wall, right there in her foyer. May began to cry out louder and louder as she felt her body approaching climax.

 

When Ben’s cock first slid inside her pussy he felt incredibly huge — bigger than any guy she’d been with. Now, May struggled to accommodate each powerful thrust. He was pounding into her harder and harder. Her pussy juiced with each thrust and May found herself gasping and gasping until she reached release.

“Ohhh yess!” May cried out as she came. 

 

Feeling her tightness grabbing onto his cock like a vice, Ben pulled out of her.

 

“Take me upstairs,” He demanded.

 

May turned around and caught a glimpse of the monster cock Ben was packing. His lust muscle was even bigger than she’d envisioned it. She couldn’t wait to impale herself on his dick again and allow herself stronger and stronger climaxes than ever before.

 

May led Ben upstairs to her bedroom. She saw the look of animalistic desire in his eyes. She saw that he wanted her more than everything and that he’d been hunting her from the moment he’d seen her. May had to admit to herself that it felt good to be a prize to a man like Ben. He could have had any girl in the room but he’d chosen her — the klutz that had caused a public scene at a fancy restaurant.

 

Once in the bedroom, May turned to face him with a smile on her face.

 

“Wow… You’re… really big,” She said.

 

Ben grinned, “Oh yeah? Never noticed.”

 

“Funny.”

 

“Turn around sweetheart before you lose a chance to experience all of this.”

 

“I think I’ll need help getting out of these clothes,” May teased.

 

Ben rushed to her and unzipped her dress. He stripped it off of her and then unhooked her bra. For the first time, he caught a glimpse of May fully nude and his cock twitched to attention again.

 

May turned away from him and positioned herself on all fours like he’d demanded. With baby hairs slicked to her head with sweat and makeup running off her face, May found herself desperate for another climax. She felt Ben climb into the bed behind her. She felt his warm, large hands running all over her flesh and then she felt his cock lining up with her tightness.

“Ready baby?”

 

“Mmhmm,” May whimpered. Ben shoved the full length of his cock into her with one stroke. 

 

May cried out and Ben continued to pound into her harder and harder. He felt himself coming close to climax, close to claiming this beautiful dark-skinned beauty as his own. May moaned and cried out as she came; she thrust her hips back against Ben as she writhed in orgasm. Unable to contain himself a second longer, Ben grunted and emptied himself into the condom that separated their flesh.

 

He squeezed May’s hips as he came and then slowly removed his long member from her tightness. They both gasped for breath, high from the intensity of the climaxes between them. 

 

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Short BWWM Books: The Quarterback's Baby by Orlena James

The Quarterback's baby is this first of many in Orlena Jamesshort bwwm books the quarterback's baby' short BWWM books series. 

In this story, Vega Jameson is a regular African American woman living in a small town where a popular NFL team hosts their annual summer training camp. One of the players walks into the vet's office where she works and they immediately hit it off.

After an amazing date, their night ends with a bang.

Orlena James has worked to bring her best contemporary fiction to print in this steamy romance short. If you love romantic stories featuring black women and white men but you aren't quite interested in full length novels, you'll enjoy this impish short!

 

 

 

Short BWWM Book Excerpt: The Quarterback's Baby

 

Vega Jameson was working the lonely Wednesday afternoon shift at Dr. Wagner's Veterinary Office. She couldn’t believe Arya had convinced her to take this shift. Vega had given up a date with an incredibly attractive guy she’d met online just for this extra shift. Hey, Vega needed the money far more than she needed a man in her life. Plus the way Arya had begged her, Vega felt guilty for saying no.

 

During the summer, the town was dead. Vega lived in a small central New York town with a large state university. Without the students, the town was about as lively as a cemetery. Vega couldn’t believe she was stuck here for the entire summer. The only thing remotely interesting that happened here during the summer was the big major league football training camp. At least it would have been interesting if Vega gave a damn about football.

 

I need to quit this damn job. Vega thought to herself. Since the office was empty (as usual), Vega checked the back to make sure Dr. Wagner was preoccupied. She was. Dr. Wagner was busy tending to some poor abandoned cat in the back. Vega took that opportunity to take a long bathroom break. She walked into the bathroom and caught sight of herself in the mirror.

 

I look awful. Vega thought to herself. Since she’d picked up a last minute shift, Vega hadn’t had the chance to do her usual prep for work. Despite her insecurity, Vega was far from ugly. Vega’s skin had a beautiful dark color so dark that it was almost purple. She had short natural hair that she preferred to wear in long black Senegalese twists that fell down the middle of her back. There was nothing more soothing to Vega than spending a Sunday at the salon getting her hair done even if her scalp hurt like hell for a few days afterwards…

 

Vega filed her nails in the bathroom and then pulled her makeup bag out of her purse. It didn’t seem like anyone would be coming into the office anyways. Dr. Wagner had no appointments until 4. Vega started doing her makeup and just as she was putting the finishing touches on her lips, she heard the front door open. Shit!

 

Vega finished applying her grape colored lipstick and rushed out. Unfortunately, her boss had gotten to the customer first. Dr. Wagner was speaking with the man at the counter while Vega tried to tiptoe onto the scene hoping she could take over and escape Dr. Wagner’s wrath.

 

“Vega! We have a customer here who you kept waiting…”

 

She turned to the man, “I’m sorry Mr. Patterson. It’s impossible to find good help these days.”

 

Mr. Patterson let out an uncomfortable smile.

 

“I think she can handle making the appointment from here,” He suggested.

 

Dr. Wagner was blushing -- Vega couldn’t figure out why.

 

“Oh no… I wouldn’t want your appointment to get messed up… Vega! Where did you put my appointment book?” She said, frantically searching around the front desk.

 

Vega pointed to the book right in front of Dr. Wagner’s eyes

 

“It’s right there,” She mumbled.

 

Dr. Wagner picked it up and flipped through it confused for a few minutes.

 

“Oh forget it! Vega! Make an appointment for Mr. Patterson and don’t mess it up,” She hissed before returning to the back.

 

Vega quietly made her way to the counter and mumbled, “Hi, what can I help you with today sir.”

 

The man standing across the counter didn’t reply for a while, he just smiled.  Vega raised her eyebrows as if to say “Yes??”

 

“She’s a bit nutty isn’t she?” He whispered.

 

Huh? Vega realized that he was talking about her boss.

 

“Yeah she is. I’m so going to get chewed out for not being here. But you’re the only customer we’ve had all day. What can I help you with?”

 

“I need an appointment for my dog… Angel… She’s a pug. Anyways. I’m from out of town and I brought her here but she’s been acting real funny lately. I just want someone to take a look at her tomorrow. I can bring her by after practice,” He said.

 

“Oh… Are you here for SUNY preseason?” Vega asked.

 

“No…” He replied.

 

He seemed a bit shy. Vega realized that there was something familiar about him too.

 

“Wait a second do you play for the -- .”

 

“Yes…”

 

“Well that explains Doctor Wagner,” Vega replied.

 

Maybe it was because she’d just found out he was in the NFL, but Vega began to see that the man in front of her was cute. He looked a hell of a lot better than the usual white guys that traipsed around her town. He was tall, had a gorgeous white smile and he was clearly muscular. His arms and shoulders bulged through his black t-shirt.

 

“Um so when do you want that appointment?” Vega asked. Suddenly, she didn’t feel very composed and she felt grateful that she’d put on her makeup in the back room.

 

“How about four?” He asked.

 

Vega nodded. “That sounds good. Thanks for coming in today. Can I get a number to remind you of the appointment?”

 

“Is that a ploy to get my number?” He asked.

 

Vega couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

 

She looked up wide eyed.

 

“I’m teasing,” He said with an impish glint in his eye.

 

“Oh…”

 

Vega knew she was being unreasonably awkward. She couldn’t wait for this entire exchange to be over.

 

“Hey, if you want to, you could come down to practice today. It’s open to the public and afterwards we can get a drink or something…”

 

“Are you still joking?”

 

“Not this time.”

 

Vega was giddy. She had just been asked out by someone who actually played for the NFL. Whether or not she knew anything about football, she knew this was a big deal.

 

“Wow… Well… sure! I’d love to,” Vega replied.

 

“Great well I’ll see you then,” He said.

 

“I’m Caelan by the way.”

 

“I’m Vega.”

 

“Well I’ll see you later Vega,” He said, flashing his signature grin.

 

Just like that he was gone and Vega was left to process what had just happened alone. Her time to process was short lived. Dr. Wagner burst into the reception area and Vega could tell she was on the war path.

 

“Vega! Can you explain to me why you weren’t in the office when a famous customer walked through the door!” She hissed.

 

“I was in the bathroom.”

 

“Abusing drugs?”

 

“No… using the toilet,” Vega said with a huff.

 

“Well… I’m sure you made a fool of yourself in front of him. When is his appointment? I can’t wait for him to get back. This could be my chance Vega! I’m tired of dealing with little boys you know? A guy like him… he’s a real man. He could treat me right. Do you think I should get a haircut?”

 

Vega didn’t have it in her to tell her boss that Caelan had just asked her out. She didn’t think Kat Wagner would have appreciated that very much either.

 

“His appointment is tomorrow around four.”

 

“Good. Excellent. I’m glad you didn’t screw that up. You know Vega… I don’t think you should be too jealous.”

 

“Jealous of what?”

 

“Well, I’m just saying… I worked hard throughout my life. That’s why I have a successful veterinary practice and I can find successful men to appreciate me.”

 

Before Vega could unleash her anger, the cat that Dr. Wagner was caring for in the back let out an aggressive meow.

 

MRROOWWW!

 

“Now stay here Vega and don’t miss any more customers,” She said before scurrying to the back.

Vega couldn’t wait for her shift to be over. She couldn’t believe what her boss had said to her. How could she think that Vega didn’t work hard? Vega worked this shitty job to make ends meet. That didn’t mean she didn’t have bigger goals or aspirations. Vega counted down the minutes to when she could bust out of Dr. Wagner’s office. The perfect revenge would be going down to Caelan’s practice and enjoying every minute of it.

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