Dark Romance Books: Ain't About The Money

This is one of Jamila's dark romance books that ended up inspiring her to write a full length novel. If you like reading free romance romance books online and pregnancy romance books, you'll enjoy this salacious excerpt from one of the best steamy romance stories by Jamila Jasper.

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Bijou Carter is a gorgeous, full bodied and warm writer from New York. Her social life is going nowhere in the dead end down she just moved to. Her frenemy Greta is her only source of entertainment. That is, until she meets Sam, a flirtatious, sensual man with a passion for dancing.

Bijou takes an instant disliking to Sam and the excessive forwardness he’s learned from his life growing up in Philly. When a thug tries to grope Bijou, Sam springs to the rescue. Bijou begins to notices that Sam is actually rather brave… and quite attractive.

One night together and she finds herself smitten… and pregnant. She tries to reach out to Sam but can’t seem to get a hold of him. He’s having reservations of his own. Sam’s worried that Bijou has figured out his secret: he’s not just a wealthy guy he’s a billionaire . Bijou of course has no idea why he’s pulled away from her. All she knows is there’s a baby on the way and she’s starting to fall for its father.

Trust me, it ain’t about the money…

Dark Romance Books: Ain't About The Money

Bijou didn’t like Greta very much. Something about Greta had always rubbed her the wrong way. The girl just seemed unstable, and not the kind of person you’d want to get upset at all. But since Greta seemed to have taken a liking to her and since she didn’t have many friends in this town since leaving New York, it only seemed appropriate that Bijou give her a chance. Bijou was a short, dark skinned writer with a warm smile and rubenesque body who had left her small time position in the city to be a big fish in a small pond. Bijou had long curly black hair that hit the middle of her back and unusual topaz colored eyes. She had a very beautiful body but was constantly plagued by the terrible men she chose to date.

She couldn’t figure out what was going wrong. She knew boisterous outgoing men were not her type. These men had no values (a judgment she had made based off of no factual information). These were the men who would get up and leave you for another woman the moment their fickle minds decided it was time. Despite Bijou’s constant pursuit of beta male nice guys, she found they treated her no better than the alpha males she desperately avoided. Another woman would have decided that it was time for a change, to start giving guys a chance based on who they actually were as opposed to who she perceived them to be. Bijou just figured she should swear off men. Her guard was up and she was tired of getting her heart broken.

Her “friend” Greta was a tall, Anglo looking girl with stringy blond hair and an intensely violent nature. It was pretty bizarre. Greta was an intern at the same agency that Bijou worked for and even if there positions within the agency were completely different they had been thrust together due to their closeness in age. Greta had a very strange attitude towards Bijou. She could act totally sweet and supportive but other times she was intensely jealous. Bijou concluded that the girl was nuts but kept hanging out with her because she always supplied a constant stream of weekend entertainment.

That weekend, Greta had dragged Bijou to a salsa club. Bijou thought the entire thing was totally uncomfortable. She’d taken one salsa class in her life and she wasn’t very good at it. The men there seemed confident to the point of arrogance and had no qualms about feeling up every woman they danced with. Bijou wasn’t a prude, but she considered herself to be too classy to be felt up by a guy who’d spent the entire night feeling up ten other girls just like her. Greta ordered them both cosmopolitans and they sat at the bar. “Look at that guy damn he’s so fucking hot!” Greta yelled loud enough for the guy to hear her if he’d been listening. Bijou looked over at him. Sure on the outside he was pretty attractive. He was taller than average and oozed sensuality which Bijou interpreted as being sleazy.

“Looks like kind of a sleaze ball,” Bijou said dismissively. Greta wasn’t listening to her. She was just staring at the man making his way around the dancefloor like a pro. Sam was tall, tanned lightly with green eyes that seemed to gleam even in the dimness of the bar. He was clearly muscular and athletic, an all around gorgeous guy. But Bijou had already determined he was a sleaze and as they continued to stare at him, both her and Greta noticed that he had flirted intensely with maybe five or six of the girls he danced with. Probably trying to sleep with all of them. Bijou had thought to herself.

She was lost in her own judgmental thoughts when the handsome man they’d been observing was suddenly standing right in front of her. “I’m Sam. Let’s dance,” he said and grabbed her by the hand, barely waiting for her response. How rude! Bijou was pissed but she couldn’t say no. He was already spinning her around the floor and all she could do was follow the beat of the music to avoid bumping into someone as he took her on a journey around the dancefloor. Greta was still at the bar, bitterly sipping on her cosmopolitan, clearly jealous of the attention Bijou was getting from the guy that she had spotted first after all.

As he swung her around like a rag doll, Sam was actually trying to start a conversation with Bijou. He didn’t really mean to be so rude and crass; his life in Philly had made him rough around the edges but deep down he was a good guy. Bijou just saw him as an attractive womanizer and she’d already made up her mind to remain closed off to him. “So what do you do for a living?” he asked Bijou. “I’m a writer,” she said, narrowly avoiding stomping on his feet. “Yeah? That sounds like a lonely career for a woman as beautiful as you are,” Sam said, looking intently in her eyes. Oh please. Did he really think that line would work on her? “It’s not lonely,” Bijou said. Sam pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “A woman like you could never truly be lonely” before spinning her out, pulling her back in and dipping her back.

After they had danced for a couple songs, Bijou felt like she’d overstayed her time in his arms. Plus, she wasn’t very good at dancing salsa and she felt a little seasick from all the spinning. Bijou kept herself steady at the bar. Greta was off flirting with some guy twice her age. Bijou felt the liquor taking control of her body. The room was unsteady. She felt clumsier on her feet than when she was dancing with Sam. Ugh. She felt like she was going to be sick. When she turned away from the bar to keep an eye on Greta, another guy was right in her face. Unlike Sam, he was not very attractive. He was tall, sure but he had a body like the Pillsbury doughboy and pungent breath she could smell before he opened his mouth.

“Hey,” he slurred and then leaned in closer and said, “I want to fuck you so bad pretty lady. Whaddya say we go out back?” He grinned afterwards, as if he’d just made an appealing proposition and not suggested something utterly disgusting. Bijou tried to step back but the bar obstructed her ability to escape. “That doesn’t sound like a good idea,” she said, trying to be gentle lest she instigate the man to attempt something further. He needed no instigation. The drunken man moved closer and moved his hand to touch Bijou’s ass. “Hey! Leave me alone!” she said in a loud voice, hoping someone would hear her in this loud ass bar and help her. To her surprise, she saw Sam walking over with a determined look on his face. He tapped the drunk on his shoulder and said, “Hey are you bothering this nice young lady?”

“She’s mine asshole. Back off,” the drunk said to Sam. Big mistake. Sam pulled the guy away from Bijou and landed a right hook on his face. “Let’s get you out of here,” Sam said, grabbing Bijou’s arm and leaving her assaulter on the ground clutching his bloody nose. Once they were outdoors away from the loudness of the bar, Sam asked her, “Hey are you okay?” Bijou was shaken. She couldn’t believe that guy had actually groped her with all those people around! What’s worse was that there was no one there to see her or help her except Sam… the guy she had judged for being a total sleaze. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a little shaken,” she said.

“Well what do you want to do? I know you just met me but if you wanted to go grab a coffee, just get away from here, I’d be happy to. And don’t worry, I won’t try any funny business,” Sam said smirking, as if he knew just what she thought of him.

“I want to go home. Do you mind driving me there? I came with my friend Greta, but I’ll text her. I can give you my address,” Bijou asked, practically pleading with him not to leave her there a moment longer. Sam looked down at the beautiful dark skinned girl with her round cheeks and her beautiful fluffy hair. How could he say no to a woman like that?

“No problem at all. I’ll take you home” Sam said. He took off his jacket and put it around Bijou’s shoulders as they walked to his car. Bijou’s eyes damn near popped open when she saw Sam’s car. She didn’t know much about luxury vehicles, but she knew an expensive custom car when she saw one. Holy shit. This guy must be loaded! Bijou thought to herself, trying her best not to mention the obvious elephant in the room. She began to feel embarrassed when she thought of the house she was about to lead him back to. Of course, Bijou was proud that she could actually afford a house at her age, but she felt very humble sitting in Sam’s luxury car.

They started driving and Sam began talking and to Bijou’s surprise, he wasn’t actually talking about himself. He asked her about her career, where she was from and even asked her the kind of questions Bijou thought you would only ask someone who you were seriously considering as a romantic prospect. Was Sam just being a gentleman or was he actually into her? Bijou couldn’t tell. He seemed like he was just going through the motions of chivalry and Bijou still hadn’t ruled out that all of this was an excessively elaborate ploy to get in her pants.

When he got to her house he said, “Hey why don’t you take my card. I’d love to meet up with you again during the day. Somewhere that’s not a seedy bar with the occasional salsa night.” Sam flashed her a huge smile; Bijou couldn’t help but notice the way the smile cracked across his entire face in a really genuine way. She took his card and thanked him profusely for driving her home. As she was walking up the stairs to her house Sam called after her half joking, “I would have invited myself up but I think you’ve had enough sleazeballs for the night.” Bijou laughed and her laugh filled the empty streets as she went upstairs to bed.

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Dark Romance Books: Making Me Crazy

One of Jamila Jasper's first best selling dark romance books, this short interracial romance story has an air of mystery and intrigue to accompany its erotic edginess. If you love romantic stories and pregnancy romance books with a certain edge to them, you'll love Making Me Crazy.  This story begins by introducing you to Vanessa. Vanessa Blood is an African American woman with a Thursday Evening talk show. But something’s not quite right in her life so she starts seeing a therapist at least twice a week.

She’s made a vow not to become entangled in any serious romantic affairs and to abstain from sex to make sure she can heal. She plays a dangerous game when she meets Darryl Jordan, a retired NHL player turned investor with billions to his name.

Darryl has secrets and problems of his own, after all, they met in a therapist’s office. He has his own vow of abstinence, but when an alpha male sees a woman he wants… he goes for it. Vanessa is charmed by his dominant personality and good looks and she doesn’t have the strength to resist her urges.

The two become entangled in a “casual” night of passion that they know shouldn’t lead to more. When they try to pull away from each other fate pulls them back together. Vanessa has a baby on the way and secrets need to be revealed if the two are to have any chance at happiness together.

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Dark Romance Books: Making Me Crazy Excerpt

The office was pristine and silent, except for a tiny whirring noisemaker outside the therapist’s door. There were a couple fake plants in the corner of the room but overall it was silent and morose. I mean, people going to see a therapist didn’t typically want to strike up conversations with anyone except the doctor that they were going to see. It made sense.

The office was relatively empty that Friday afternoon. It wasn’t a popular time for appointments. Most people healed on the weekends without a therapist, preferring drugs or alcohol which were far less costly and relied far less on confronting childhood traumas. Vanessa was sitting in the waiting room anxiously. She was forty five minutes early for her appointment, as usual. She just hated this waiting room, how everything appeared so clinical and clean.

She didn’t like to think of herself as one of the crazies. But she supposed she had to be if she was here again just like she had been every Friday for the past four months. Vanessa just hoped this treatment would help. Nothing had worked and her problem was getting worse and worse every day. This was her last shot, her last attempt at fixing herself before she ran another relationship, friendship or opportunity into the ground.

By all appearances, Vanessa looked like a normal woman in her late twenties. She was African American with deep caramel colored skin, average height with a curvy build. Vanessa was relatively voluptuous with large curvy breasts, a slimmer waist and attractive hips. She wasn’t particularly shy but she wasn’t outgoing either. It wasn’t like she shied away from social situations but more and more she was starting to and that scared her. Was she losing that joie de vivre that would make her attractive to a romantic partner? It was something that Vanessa often felt desperate about. She knew that her time was ticking and she hadn’t found love yet. Vanessa had a beautiful round face with highlighted rosy cheeks. Her hair was in long black braids and her eyes were an attractive dove gray color and unusually large. Vanessa had thick eyelashes that added an element of seduction to everything she did. If she had more self confidence, she would have been a danger to every man who encountered her.

The other man in the therapist’s office was the most handsome man Vanessa had ever seen. He seemed to exude the confidence that she lacked. Even sitting down he was quite tall; he must have been around six foot five or six foot six. He was broad and clearly muscular. His biceps were ripping out of his tight v-neck black shirt. His jeans were a classy dark wash that were cuffed to show his well worn desert boots. His clothing was simple and tasteful but expensive. Vanessa’s eye for detail caught this immediately. The man had thick dark brown hair that was slicked back and aquamarine eyes. Vanessa couldn’t help but glance up from the magazine she was reading and look over at him every once in a while. He was gorgeous.

Vanessa was thinking of introducing herself to him but all of a sudden the man leaned over and asked, “Hey are you Vanessa Blood from Thursday Evening?” Vanessa couldn’t believe that he’d actually recognized her. She was the host of a local news talk show that discussed some of the trivial little happenings in town like local politics or local business. Honestly, Vanessa didn’t think that many people watched and if they did watch, they were probably creepy old guys who watched for perverted reasons. “Yeah, it’s me,” she said shyly reaching for his hand. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch your name?” Vanessa probed. The tall man smiled and ran his hands through his hair before replying.

“How rude of me… Sorry. I’m Darryl Jordan,” he replied. He paused as if expecting her to recognize his name but Vanessa had no idea who he was. “Well, it’s nice to meet you,” she said smiling. Darryl wasn’t done. “I’m sorry to be forward but you’re absolutely beautiful and I’d love to take you out some time. Here’s my number. Please call me,” he said. Vanessa smiled as he handed her a small piece of paper with his phone number scribbled hastily onto it. She was really flattered that this handsome stranger had not only recognized her, but he had nearly immediately given her his number.

“Are you sure a therapist’s office is where you want to pick a girl up? I could be bat shit crazy for all you know,” Vanessa teased batting her eyelashes at him. “Well you can’t be any crazier than I am,” Darryl joked back. Before they could get to know each other better the therapist’s door opened and Darryl had to leave the waiting room. “Give me a call Vanessa,” he said and winked before entering the grim faced therapist’s office. Vanessa only had to wait a few more minutes before her own therapist’s office door opened but for the first time in months she was absolutely beaming when she went into her appointment.

Darryl’s therapist closed the door behind her and looked at him sternly. “Darryl, I certainly hope you weren’t asking that young woman out,” she said. “Actually I was Dr. Laurel,” Darryl said in a blase manner, fully aware that what he had done had breached the agreement he’d made with his therapist. “Darryl, do you remember why you are coming to this session instead of one that’s better suited for a man of your financial… caliber?” Dr. Laurel said to him. Darryl sighed. This therapy bullshit involved way more introspection than he’d ever really wanted. Darryl knew that Dr. Laurel was right too, but he was a red blooded, attractive American male. How was turning down every piece of pussy that passed his way going to help him heal? “Yes, I know why I’m here,” he replied in a huff.

“Well maybe I should remind you,” Dr. Laurel said, matching his tone. She walked over to her desk and pulled out a small brown chest that was locked shut. Darryl brought the key out of his denim and handed it to his therapist. She unlocked it and he stared at what was inside wistfully. A tear rolled down his cheek. “She’s dead because of me,” he whispered. “And that’s what we’re here to work on. So please Darryl. Stick to the agreement so we can both be rid of each other,” she said as she slammed the chest shut and turned the key again.

Both Darryl and Vanessa had incredible sessions and left without seeing the other. Vanessa had desperately hoped she would run into him but she didn’t. Darryl wasn’t thinking about Vanessa when his session ended. Yes, she’d been beautiful but Dr. Laurel was right. He probably wasn’t ready. Vanessa Blood was beautiful; he watched her show all the time. But he would cause her nothing but pain.

Darryl was still mildly fascinated with Vanessa and as he was about to fall asleep that evening he couldn’t help but wonder why she didn’t recognize him. Darryl was a retired NHL player. He had thought he was one of the stars of the league and thus easily recognizable. After he’d retired, Darryl had invested his money in a number of hyper successful tech start ups and he was one of the most sought after Angel investors. He was a multi-billionaire who was renowned in many circles, but apparently not Vanessas. It was rare for him to meet a woman who had no idea who he was. Most of the women he’d tried to date were after his money and his therapist had deemed dating a hindrance to his recovery.

That evening Vanessa toyed with the piece of paper wondering if she should call the handsome guy she’d met in her therapist’s office. Unlike Darryl, her therapist was encouraging her to date but only casually. Vanessa had issues of her own to work through and while casual dates (with no sex) were deemed positive to her recovery, casual sex and serious dating were not. Vanessa really needed to get better. So she figured she would call Darryl and ask him out on a date. What’s the worst that could happen? He could say no. The voice in her head whispered to her. For the first time in a while, Vanessa was able to quiet the negative voices that crowded out her rational brain. She picked up the phone and dialed Darryl’s number.

“Let me guess, it’s Vanessa,” he said as he picked up. How on earth had he known that? Either way she was grinning from ear to ear. “Good guess,” she said. “Well now that you’ve called me I assume you want to go out some time?” Darryl said. Again he’d guessed correctly. He suggested meeting up at a local restaurant for drinks and if they got hungry, some dinner afterwards. Vanessa agreed eagerly. You couldn’t get more casual than drinks and dinner. This was good. She could work on the tactics her therapist taught her. This was great opportunity for change.

To prepare for her date the next day, Vanessa worked on her confidence boosting exercises. “I am strong. I am beautiful. I am worthy of love,” she repeated over and over to herself as she applied her makeup and got dressed. To an outsider, she looked like a crazy person but Vanessa knew if she had any hope of not messing this date up she would have to sound like a crazy person for just a little while. Vanessa added her deep breathing exercises to relax herself as she got closer and closer to the time Darryl had agreed to pick her up.

She was dressed simply and tastefully with a beautiful emerald green dress that seemed to highlight the color of her eyes, bringing out the dormant green undertones. The colors of the dress appeared richer thanks to her brown skin. Vanessa pinned back the front of her hair and went downstairs to pour herself a glass of wine while she waited for Darryl to arrive. She could really use the wine. She hated to admit it to herself but she was nervous and she could hear the voices of insecurity starting to creep in.Vanessa downed her glass quickly before she heard a horn honking outside of her house. When she looked outside she saw the nicest car that she’d ever seen. Honestly, she was shocked. Darryl was well dressed when she met him, but he hadn’t given off the aura of wealth that someone with that kind of car would have.

Darryl got out of the car, like a gentleman, and met her at the door to her house. Vanessa opened the door before he could knock on her door, she opened it. Darryl was there smiling. “Let me walk you to the car,” he said, clearly unable to take his eyes off of her. Vanessa could tell he was bewitched by her presence but she was still too shy to make the first move. Darryl opened the door to the car and helped her in. Vanessa was impressed by how much of a gentleman he was.

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