Romance Novel Excerpts: The Engineer's Baby

Romance novel excerpts featuring attractive full-figured black women and gorgeous white men are our raison d'être at Jamila Jasper Romance. The Engineer's Baby is one of our best contemporary romance novels and a perfect read for anyone who enjoys interracial romance books. 

This story incorporates some massive reader input! A few weeks ago, we conducted a survey amongst BWWM Romance readers to figure out what they wanted to see in these stories and here are some of the points that were included in The Engineer's Baby. 

1. Heroine is a full-figured, dark skinned black woman with a professional career. 

2. The Heroine's relationship with her family is important to the story! We wanted to acknowledge the role family plays in the black community. 

3. The H/H are married to each other! More people wanted to see how BWWM married couples solve problems together. 

Here's the full description below: 

Dale is a top-tier engineer and his wife Monique is a successful African American financial manager. Monique is a gorgeous, full-figured, dark skinned woman who finally completed her life's dream to become the true definition of success. 

Together, they are unstoppable except for one little problem. No matter how hard they tried in the past, Monique can't have a baby. 

Dale and Monique decided to start a family the non-traditional route through <i>in vitro</i> fertilization. As they proceed with their choice, both of their families push back against their decision. Dale and Monique are forced to face their families or risk ruining their relationship.

Matters get more complicated when Dale's long-lost ex girlfriend comes into the picture with a secret she's kept for years that could change their lives forever...

A devastating event pushes them all over the edge and puts the Dandridge family to the ultimate test.

**NSFW Steamy BWWM Scene In This Excerpt!** 

Romance Novel Excerpts: The Engineer's Baby

Chapter 1

Monique lay next to her husband Dale as he half-heartedly flipped through The New Yorker. Their fifth wedding anniversary was approaching in a day or two and as usual, they were going to throw the “Dandridge Anniversary Dinner”, a formal dress affair where their closest friends and family gathered to celebrate their love.

“It feels silly to do a fifth anniversary dinner don’t you think?” Dale asked.

Monique scoffed, “You say that every year Dale.”

“Well we haven’t really been together five years, have we?”

“Twelve this December technically. But it didn’t really count until we were married.”

“Seven years didn’t count?”

“You know what I mean,” Monique said.

Dale smiled, “Okay fine… I guess I’ll have to get used to this five year event. It’s almost a milestone I guess…”

Monique leaned over and kissed her husband, “Almost.”

Monique looked into Dale’s gorgeous, aquamarine eyes. From the moment she’d met him, she’d fallen completely in love with him. Dale was handsome, well over six feet tall with a thick, body builder’s body. He had a shock of brown hair with blond streaks and the most beautiful aquamarine eyes that allowed Monique to read him like a book.

“I’m glad we got married Monique,” Dale said.

Monique hugged her husband tightly, “Me too…”
 

There had been a time when Monique had assumed she would never marry Dale and she would have to be his girlfriend for years. He’d taken seven long years to be sure that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Monique eyed the giant ring on her chubby finger. It looked beautiful… Dale had selected a gold band and a gorgeous square cut 2 carat diamond. Monique loved looking at her engagement ring even if now it was just another fixture in her life. It reminded her of the freshness of their romance and the beauty of everlasting love…

There was a point in Monique’s life when she felt like no one would love her. She had many failed relationships in her late teens. Black guys she’d dated would always say she was too dark or they’d string her along until they found someone better and lighter. At first, Monique had believed the lies they’d told her, the lies that broke down her self-esteem one hateful comment at a time. When Monique met Dale, things started to change for her. She saw the beauty that emanated from her skin. She saw the perfection that existed in just being fat, black, dark skinned and full of love.

Monique was shorter than Dale, standing at 5’8”. She was a proud size 18 with copper colored skin that got over three shades darker in the summertime. Monique’s smile lit up her whole face, highlighting her chubby cheeks that softened up her facial features. She had big, downturned eyes that were a velvety black color and absorbed light. Monique’s figure was shapely, and perfect for the man who could handle and appreciate a full-figured woman. Monique had smallish breasts and a nice, round butt that she loved to show off to her husband alone.

“It will just be nice to do something besides work,” Dale said.

Monique agreed. Both of them worked too hard and they knew it. Monique wondered if a part of it was the pressure they both felt to succeed from their parents or if they overworked to avoid dealing with some of the more difficult problems in their lives. Monique worked as a financial manager for a corporate bank in the city and Dale was an engineer at a clean energy tech company. Together, they made over $300,000 a year and they hadn’t had any money troubles since they’d been married.

“Agreed, I can’t wait for dinner…” Monique whispered. She kissed her husband on the cheek suggestively.

“Oh?” He asked.

Monique grinned. They had been together so long that they each knew the other’s subtle signals for indicating desire.

“Pretty please?” Monique whispered breathily.

“Your wish is my command…”

Dale rolled Monique onto her back as she giggled. It took only a few seconds for her to ease her way out of her slip and allow her husband to position himself on top of her.

“I guess my hormones are raging,” Monique said.

“Oh baby…” Dale whispered, kissing Monique on her neck.

No matter how many times she’d made love to Dale, it never got old. Their passion for each other hadn’t died in the seven years they’d been together before marriage and it hadn’t died after marriage either. For a long time, Monique had believed the myth that sex vanished after marriage. Now, at thirty five, she realized that might have just been something said to scare her by a generation of women who were afraid to ask their husbands for what they wanted. But Monique wasn’t afraid to ask…

She reached her hand down and slid Dale’s boxers off. She could feel his large cock resting against her thigh and smell the sweet scent of his Burberry cologne. Monique gripped Dale’s ass cheeks, taut and muscular from years of squats and lunges. He kissed her neck again and said, “Are you ready for this?”

“Always.”

Dale began to thrust into his wife slowly. Monique was dripping wet with anticipation and eager to receive her fill of her husband. As Dale’s large dick began to press inside of her, Monique let out a loud groan and threw back her head. Her beautiful brown skin was becoming slightly flushed as Dale eased his dick halfway in. Monique’s hands gripped Dale’s back, massaging his thick muscles as she pulled him in. His body had only gotten more attractive the longer they’d been together. His sinewy flesh rippled as he dove his dick all the way in.

Yes…

This was perfection. Dale held still for a moment and then he began to plunge in and out of Monique. She closed her eyes and let her body take over. With each of Dale’s thrusts, she let out an unwilling, high-pitched gasp of pleasure. She could feel that orgasm wasn’t far off. Dale’s dick was thick, long and filled her up completely. Every cell in her body responded to his thrust and gooseflesh prickled over her skin almost instantly. Monique heaved and with each breath, she drew in more of Dale’s animalic scent.

“You want it harder?” Dale growled.

“Yes… Harder… Please…” Monique gasped.

Dale’s face took on an impish grin and Monique knew she was about to receive the full brunt of her husband’s domination. He took Monique’s arms and pinned them above her head. Monique tried to struggle and resist, but at usual, Dale’s grip was far greater than her ability to wriggle out of his erotic restraints. He kissed her deeply and then began to pound into her harder than ever before. The combination of his restraints accompanied by his hard body pounding into hers drove Monique nearly over the edge.

“Don’t stop… Don’t stop…” She implored.

Of course, she knew that Dale had no intention of stopping until he’d taken his fill of his wife and enjoyed every inch of her flesh to the maximum. Dale released his grip on Monique’s arms, allowing her to pull him in deeper and deeper. Her wetness gripped him tightly, forcing Dale to exert extra force with each thrust. He grunted in pleasure as he squeezed his cock into her tightness repeatedly.

“Whose pussy is this?” Dale growled.

Monique was lost in pleasure and ignored his question.

Dale began to make love to her deep and slow. He asked her again, “Whose pussy is this?”

Monique moaned, trying her hardest to emit an answer, “Yours…”

“Yours who?”

“It’s yours daddy… Oh daddy fuck me!” Monique cried out breathily.

Dale was starting to drip with sweat as he pumped hard into Monique. With each thrust, her voluptuous breasts and the rest of her fleshy body jiggled. Just the sight of his arousing wife bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts was enough to drive Dale wild. Monique shuddered as a climax washed over her body. The inexplicable pleasure set her limbs on fire, sending a tingling sensation from her wetness to every inch of her body. She was engulfed by her desire for her husband, entranced by yet another beautiful union between them.

Dale started to slow down his rhythm as he approached orgasm. He kept his blue eyes locked with Monique’s, taking in the shifting expression on her face with each thrust. As each emotion shot past her face, Dale consumed all of it. As he looked at her and plunged into her slowly, their bond became stronger and stronger. Throughout everything they’d been through, making love was the one thing that healed them, restored their passion and reminded them of why they were together.

Dale couldn’t hold back any longer. He could feel the muscles in his body tensing as he came closer and closer. Monique could always do this to him, she could always bring him to the edge with ease no matter how many times they’d made love in the past. A surge of emotions combined with a spike in pleasure pushed Dale over the edge. He grunted as he released a hot sticky load inside of Monique. They were both breathing heavily, panting desperately for the next breath. As hot skin touched hot skin, their minds were both crowded with one unifying thought, “I’m happy I get to spend the rest of my life with this person.”

Dale pulled out of his wife and lay on his back.

“Cigarette?” He asked.

Monique shook her head, “No thanks... I thought you quit?”

“I did quit, until this big deal came through. Randy wants me to send him my designs by Wednesday and I don’t know if I’ll be able to impress him.”

“I’m sure you will,” Monique said, kissing her husband on the cheek. Dale leaned over to his bedside table, frantically searching for his cigarettes and a lighter. Holding the cigarette stick in his mouth, he took a long drag and then exhaled. The smell of tobacco still initiated her cravings, but she’d given up smoking a long time ago; now she was well practiced at resisting her desires.

“So… Are we going to talk about it again?” Dale asked.

Monique pulled their blanket up over her naked body and shifted uncomfortably in the bed.

“What’s there to discuss?”

“Come on…” Dale said, blowing O-rings as he waited for his wife to engage with him on the subject he knew she’d been avoiding.

“Fine… I know I agreed to it but I’m having second thoughts Dale. I mean… Maybe I’m just not meant to have kids.”

“That wasn’t part of our plan though,” Dale countered.

Monique sighed, “I know. I guess I can’t help but wonder if what we’re doing is wrong. You know… If it goes against nature.”

“Monique…”

“No, I don’t want you to comfort me Dale. Maybe this is my cross to bear and IVF is just cheating.”

“It’s not cheating.”

“Well then we’ll set the appointment for the implantation.”

“We’ve already come this far Monique,” Dale started, “But if you’ve changed your mind and you think we should back out, I’ll support you.”

“Or you’ll hate me forever for not being able to have kids.”

“I wouldn’t,” Dale said, trying to soothe his wife’s insecurities.

Monique sighed, “Fine. It will be fine then. I’m probably just hormonal and having cold feet.”

“Are you sure?” Dale asked. He was puffing on that cigarette like his life depending it, already keeping a second one in mind.

“Yes, I’m sure. We’re going to do this and we’re going to have a baby.”

“Or babies…”

Monique nodded, “Right. Or babies.”

She kissed her husband on the cheek, hoping he didn’t notice the terrified look in her eyes. Monique had agreed to IVF but the truth was, she was scared. No matter how many times her doctor explained it, she couldn’t get over the fact that this was a bizarre procedure from start to finish. How could she be sure it would work? What if she got someone else’s baby?

But with Dale’s work pressure mounting and the stress of their anniversary party, Monique had no time to reveal a hint of her panic. That would only make things worse and the last thing Monique wanted was for everything to get worse…

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Romance Novel Excerpts: The Lawyer's Baby

If 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.

Check out the description below:

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.”

Click!

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.”

“Hey.”

 

“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.

“Omar…”

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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Kezia is furious when her mother and step-father force her to spend her summer vacation from college in Indiana. Kezia is a 21 year old Long Island vegan who has never spent that much time out of civilization and she is totally unhappy. 

By going to Indiana, she's giving up a relationship with her dream guy from college... 

When Kezia gets to Indiana, she's not sure she'll fit in. When she meets Levi Pine however, her life begins to change. Kezia sees a world beyond the city and a possible life with Levi.

As tragedy shakes the town, Kezia finds out some disturbing news. Either her life will change forever or she'll leave Indiana and never look back.

Romance Novel Excerpts: The Hunter's Baby

|Chapter 1|

Kezia’s first day of summer vacation was already terrible. Her mother had insisted upon sitting her down for breakfast even if she wouldn’t eat the eggs and bacon spread. Kezia eyed her kale smoothie as the ingredients separated slowly.

She huffed, “Do we have to wait for Seamus.”

Her mother glared, “Yes Kezia, we have to wait for Seamus. It wouldn’t kill you to be a bit kinder to him.”

Kezia knew that it would kill her. She couldn’t stand being around Seamus for more than a few minutes. Kezia took her spoon and stirred her smoothie around a bit more as she waited. Her mother was trying to force her to have a father-daughter relationship with Seamus but Kezia knew that it just would never work. Kezia pulled her long black curls with bright purple tips into a messy bun on the top of her head. The worst thing about summers in Long Island (besides the tourists) was the heat.

Kezia was twenty-two years old and about to enter her final year of university. One gap year and a couple failed classes had put her behind everyone else her age. So Kezia was stuck in that awkward place between childhood and adulthood. She paid taxes but she also paid mind to her mama’s instructions considering she needed a place to live. Kezia was by all accounts a beautiful girl. She had the athletic body of a dancer with thick toned legs, a plump buttocks and nice full breasts. Kezia’s skin was a gorgeous mahogany color and her natural curls fell down to the middle of her back.

Kezia’s Jamaican grandmother always said that it was because “Kezia got that coolie hair” from her grandfather. Kezia didn’t know (or care) where she got her hair from as long as she could dye it crazy colors or wear it in a long braid down the middle of her back. Kezia had dark anthracite colored eyes that seemed to absorb every fleck of light around them giving her a mystical and ethereal look.

Kezia and her mother looked nearly exactly alike with a similar heart shaped face, apple cheeks and deep set dimples that gave them both a smile that could light up the world. Kezia couldn’t resist taking a sip of her breakfast smoothie as she waited for her mother’s new (two years) husband to arrive downstairs. Kezia had never been attached to the idea of her parents being together so by the time her mother and father had ended things, Kezia wasn’t upset. Even as a child she knew that they made a horrible couple. But Kezia still didn’t think Seamus was a catch even if he was white and wealthy.

He arrived downstairs and Kezia tried to hide her disgust. Seamus came downstairs topless with his hairy potbelly protruding out from every angle. His pale, pinkish skin was covered in sunspots and most of his skin was wrinkly. Seamus had olive colored eyes and deep auburn hair that was in a greasy ponytail 24/7.

“G’morning Kezia… Good morning Nicki,” He said, planting a kiss on her mother’s lips.

Kezia almost tasted her kale again.

“Good morning Seamus,” She mumbled. If she treated Seamus with anything other than utter deference her mother would be furious. Nicki began to portion out her meat eaters breakfast while Kezia waited eagerly to dig into her drink. They sat down and Seamus led them in prayer. As usual, he prayed for nearly a full ten minutes before they were allowed to dig in. Kezia’s smoothie looked like it had never been frozen. She reluctantly sipped on the green goop as her mother and Seamus made conversation over her head.

She tried to ignore the way Seamus kept staring at her throughout the entire conversation. He seemed to be riveted by the way she slurped her smoothie and his eyes were glued to Kezia while her mother kept going on and on. Why didn’t she notice? Kezia tried to ignore his creepy stares but it was getting harder and harder. She shot Seamus a pointed glare and that seemed to break him out of his reverie and send him into a coughing fit. Kezia couldn’t help but crack  smile as he coughed and coughed. She hated his lascivious staring but she knew that if she told her mom about it, she wouldn’t believe her.

“Well… ahem… I’ve got a big announcement to make,” Seamus grunted.

Kezia rolled her eyes and downed the rest of her drink. Her mother starting clapping and wriggling in her seat with excitement. It would have been cute if Kezia didn’t loathe Seamus’ ideas most of the time.

“Well Nicki, you know that I love you very much. You’re my dark, robust beautiful berry and I want to make you very happy so I’ve decided to take us on a trip for the summer to allow you to unwind.”

Her mother bounced up and down, “A trip?! All of us?!”

Seamus cleared his throat and fingered his red beard. “Yes, a trip.”

“Where! Oh my is it to the Caribbean?” Her mother cooed.

Seamus shook his head. “As you all know I’ve got a few other properties around the country. My cabin in Indiana is available for the summer and I figured we would go out to the midwest and get a break from the East Coast lifestyle.”

Kezia’s face fell. This bad idea topped all of Seamus’ other bad ideas -- an accomplishment in itself.

“Out west?!” She spat out.

Nicki glared at her daughter.

Seamus didn’t notice her disdain and kept beaming.

“Yup! We will be in complete isolation and we can bond with each other as a family.”

“What about my friends?” Kezia muttered.

Nicki glared at her and said, “Well dear, I’m sure you can make friends in Indiana. This is supposed to be a family trip so I think we should all do our best to make this work as a family.”

Kezia knew from her mother’s tone that protesting would only get her into more trouble. Apparently, her mind was already made up about Seamus’ crazy idea of a “vacation”.

“Okay, well what about a summer job?” Kezia said, “I was supposed to work at Dairy Queen this summer.”

“Oh there’s plenty of jobs in Indiana! Plus I think you’ll love it out there Kezia,” Seamus said.

Kezia nodded listlessly. There was no point putting up a fuss. Her summer plans had just been railroaded and there was nothing she could do about it now. The only thing Kezia had been looking forward to that summer was spending time away from her family. Kezia had just started dating a new guy and her friends were planning on throwing pool parties throughout July. Now, she was going to Indiana of all places. Were there even black people out there?

As her mother and Seamus droned on excitedly about their “thrilling” plans, Kezia was starting to slip into fury. Who did they think they were? She was an adult but she still lived under their roof so they still treated her like a child. Kezia was desperate to be free of them but if she dared leave breakfast early, her mother would certainly chastise her for it later.

After what felt like an eternity, Kezia was finally free to leave the table. She quietly stormed upstairs wondering how on earth she was going to deal with spending an isolated summer with her mother and Seamus. Kezia desperately wanted to be happy for her mother and to help her have the perfect family that she always wanted but Kezia felt like an adult too and she wanted to live like an adult: free to make adult decisions, free to do whatever she wanted without being carted off halfway across the country. Filled with angst, Kezia decided the one person who could cheer her up was her latest beau.

She rang Jason’s phone. They’d been going out for three months and Kezia was crazy about him. Jason was a multiracial black guy who was one of the few people from her university who lived in her town…

“Hey Jason it’s me, Kezia.”

“Hey baby girl how you doing?”

“Shitty. Frustrated. The works.”

“Mom’s driving you crazy?”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Kezia mumbled.

“So wassup?”

Kezia knew she’d have to break the news to him at some point.

“I’m leaving town this summer.”

“Huh?”

“My mom and her husband have this cabin out in Indiana and they want to take me out there for the summer.”

“Indiana? They got niggas in Indiana?”

Kezia chuckled. “I don’t know. I don’t think so,” She said.

“So you’ll be gone the entire time?”

Kezia sighed, “Yup. I’ll be in Indi-fucking-ana.”

“Well Kezia, what about us?” Jason asked.

That was exactly the question Kezia was afraid he’d ask. What about them? In Kezia’s fantasy, Jason would promise to wait for her and she’d spend three months in not-quite-misery eagerly wanting to come back to Long Island.

“I don’t know Jason, it depends on what you want,” Kezia lied. A part of her wished that she had the balls to just demand what she wanted from Jason but Kezia was protecting herself from putting all her cards out on the table.

“Well, I want a girlfriend this summer you know… A real girlfriend that I can take out to the movies.”

“So…”

“So I don’t know if this is gonna work Kezia. Unless you have no problem with me seeing other girls.”

Kezia felt hot rage rising to her face. She might have been young but she was not cool with Jason seeing other girls.

“I do have a problem with that actually,” Kezia said, flying off the handle.

“Well chill Kezia, chill. Maybe this is just a sign that we aren’t meant to be.”

“So you’re saying our relationship is over because I’m going to Indiana for a few months?”

Jason continued, “Well when you say it like that, it sounds bad.”
 

“I can’t believe you Jason…”

“Listen Kezia, let’s just part on good terms okay?”

Kezia didn’t feel any good will towards Jason at all. He’d led her to believe that he cared about monogamy and he was looking for commitment, but just a short time apart was enough for him to want to leave her in the lurch.

“I don’t think I can do that Jason.”

“Kezia…”

“No, don’t say my name please. If it’s over, then it’s over. Don’t bother calling me.”

Kezia hung up and flopped back on her bed. This was the worst day ever. Kezia couldn’t believe that Jason had been such a scrub. He was one of the hottest black guys on their predominantly white campus and as far as all of Kezia’s friends were concerned, he was a catch. Emphasis on “was” a catch. Kezia knew that her next tasks would be far more daunting: breaking the terrible news of her summer vacation and her break up to her best friends.

Briona and Jada were some of the most dramatic girlfriends ever and Kezia wasn’t sure that they wouldn’t try to kidnap her just to stop her from going to Indiana. Kezia braced herself for dealing with them. Just as she was about to call, her mother knocked on her door.

“Kezia! It’s me!”

Kezia opened the door and tried to hide the sadness that was all over her face.

“Is everything alright?” Her mother asked.

“Yeah,” Kezia lied.

“Okay! Well we just printed out the boarding passes for our flight and Seamus wanted you to hold onto yours.”

“Thanks,” Kezia mumbled as she grabbed the plane tickets.

Her mother left the room and Kezia sat on her bed staring at the boarding passes that represented her ruined relationship and by extension, her ruined summer. Realizing that things were really over with Jason, she started to cry. Kezia’s hands trembled as she gripped the boarding passes and fought the temptation to rip them to shreds.

Romance Novel Excerpts: The Devoted Winter

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Nadiyya is a curvy, spunky black woman who is finally on the road to realizing her dream. Her life changes when she meets a confident white investor, Lucian. In the rural winter wonderland of Vermont, the two embark on a journey together to launch Nadiyya's company. Nadiyya's determined to realize her dream; nothing and no one will stop her.

This story has a few dark twists as Nadiyya and her romantic interest get closer. Other people in Nadiyya's life just can't be happy for her and in her quest for love, she battles far more jealousy than she could have ever imagined dealing with. All in the name of love and success...

Romance Novel Excerpts: The Devoted Winter

Chapter 1

Nadiyya and Slade had been best friends for years. It hadn’t been easy for her to get established in this podunk Vermont town, but when she met a white guy who actually got it, things became a lot easier. Slade wasn’t like other guys, who were only trying to get into her pants. He wasn’t like other white guys because he actually wanted to get to know her. He didn’t pigeonhole her into the role of ‘sassy black friend’ or use her to get into the pants of her white besties. Slade actually respected Nadiyya and that meant a lot to her, especially in her mid twenties when real friends were getting harder and harder to come by.

The two were both freelancers and artists, with Nadiyya a bit more grounded in practicality than her counterpart. After a year of working closely with each other, Nadiyya and Slade finally decided to join forces and actually start a business together. They wanted it to be big, but they needed the capital first. Nadiyya’s family had always been too poor to help. Her mom was a drug addict and her father had abandoned her mother before Nadiyya was even born.

Nadiyya and Slade were sitting together in the cheap one room ‘office’ they’d rented, trying to brainstorm ways they could pitch their business to venture capitalists and actually get the revenue they needed. Vermont was small time and venture capitalists were more interested in eco-friendly businesses destined for failure than big ticket ideas that lacked a humanitarian lean. Two cups of coffee brewed in the background. Nadiyya’s heart was beating fast as she watched Slade on the phone. She smiled. He was so… Nordic in his appearance.

He paced around the room with the timbre and enthusiasm in his voice fluctuating and Nadiyya watched him, waiting for him to finally end the call and give her the verdict. Slade was average height, around five foot eleven. He was relatively thin but toned, with a bright mop of carrot colored hair on his head. Sometimes he wore it short, but in the middle of winter he let it grow out so he could almost put it in a ponytail. He dressed like a native Vermonter, but he was born and bred in Greenwich, estranged from his family for reasons that Nadiyya wasn’t quite certain of.

Occasionally, during moments of silence in his phone call, Slade would look up at Nadiyya and try to express what was happening with his eyes. ‘This guy’s giving me the run around’. ‘This is amazing’. Stuff like that. Nadiyya couldn’t wait for him to get off the call. Slade was getting more and more excited, his voice getting louder as he was clearly nearing the end.

“That sounds great Jason.”

“Yes.”

“Just send me the invoice and I’ll get back to you.”

“Alright. You have a great day too.”

He hung up and opened his arms wide for a hug. Nadiyya hugged him and then pulled away excited. “So it’s good news?! We got the money?” she asked.

“Not quite,” Slade replied.

“Well then why are we so excited?” Nadiyya said.

“Jason knows a guy who is interested, but he is going to want to come in to oversee the project. He’s taking a big risk with us…” Slade trailed off.

Nadiyya was still excited. Slade was right. This was the biggest step they’d been able to take in months. Finally, they were going to have all the money they needed to make this work. Nadiyya was pulled out of her head by Slade pulling her in for a hug again. This time, his attitude had changed. It was more sensual. When Nadiyya tried to pull away, Slade planted an awkward kiss on her lips.

Nadiyya pulled away quickly.

“Slade what are you doing? We’ve talked about this. We’re just friends!” Nadiyya said. Although Slade had always been respectful of her boundaries, she could tell working so closely with him was starting to have an effect.

“I’m sorry Nadiyya,” he said. He turned away from her, clearly upset at her rejection, and began to pack his things. It had been the last item on the agenda for the day, so luckily Nadiyya didn’t have to spend the rest of the day skirting around the fact that her best friend had just tried to kiss her.

The two left the building and got into their separate cars. Nadiyya didn’t think anymore of what had just happened. She figured it was a spur of the moment mistake, brought on by the fact that they’d just had a major breakthrough. Slade, on the other hand, wasn’t so capable of letting go. He slammed his hands on the steering wheel as he sat in traffic. He felt rage welling up inside him; his inner monologue reminding him of his failure:

Stupid. You stupid asshole. You should have known she’d reject you. You thought she was different. But you were fucking wrong… She’s the same as all these other whores. Jackass! Idiot! Why do they all think they’re better than you? I’m a decent fucking guy but these girls only want assholes. They’re just put off by my intelligence probably… If only I looked like one of these douche bag alpha males. I’m so fucking ANGRY! I want to hurt her. I love her. I love her… I’m going to have her no matter what.

A near collision in an intersection snapped Slade out of his rage momentarily. But his mind still lingered on his goal to get with Nadiyya. He didn’t have to take no for an answer. Who was she to defy him? Who was she to decide that he wasn’t worthy? He wanted her and he felt as if he’d invested so much in her. He wouldn’t accept rejection, not this time. Slade knew that he could never get Nadiyya without using his ‘masterful intelligence’. He needed to be stealthy, subtle and devious. That was the only way to make a woman yours in the modern world.

The next day in the office was completely normal. There was not a hint of awkwardness between Nadiyya and Slade, which surprised both of them. A part of this was the fact that they were preparing for that venture capitalist to make his appearance. They tidied up their notes, chalkboard and work area in an attempt to appeal to this incredibly wealthy man. Nadiyya was nervous. She had no idea what to expect and she didn’t have the charisma that Slade seemed to have when it came to business. Business men just seemed more comfortable seeing the white male front to the business. Acknowledging and relating to Nadiyya was just way too far out of their comfort zone. Nadiyya just hoped this guy at least wasn’t blatantly racist. Working with him would be much too difficult if that were the case.

A knock on the office door sent chills down Nadia’s spine as she anticipated the arrival of the venture capitalist who had dared to take a chance on them. Slade got the door and let in the mysterious investor who held the key to their hopes and dreams.

“Good afternoon. I’m Lucian Wynter,” he said coolly.

The first thing Nadiyya noticed about Lucian was his confidence. It didn’t take her long to take in and ‘notice’ his good looks too. Lucian was around six foot two with a light tropical tan. His hair was dark brown and cut short. His eyes were an icy blue color that seemed to match the snowy wasteland outside. He stomped his boots on their office’s doormat and took his coat off as if he had just entered his own home and not an unfamiliar office.

“Good afternoon Mr. Wynter,” Slade said as he hastily hung up the man’s jacket and moved to shake his hand. It was obvious that Lucian was accustomed to receiving respect whether or not he’d done anything to earn it. Slade and Nadiyya hastily introduced themselves and bustled around trying to make sure that he was comfortable in their office. They didn’t have to do much. Lucian felt instantly at home. He pulled up at the main table in the office and sat down. “Well, pitch me your idea,” he said. He spread his legs and leaned back as if this were all a joke to him. Nadiyya felt instantly annoyed but she knew better than to bite the hand that was about to feed her.

Their sales pitch lasted less than ten minutes. Slade and Nadiyya were in sync to the point where they’d perfected their selling. They both eyed Lucian Wynter expectantly, waiting for his face to betray some notion of what he thought about their idea. “It’s good. I’m in,” he said, keeping his nearly goofy smile plastered all over his face. Nadiyya couldn’t help but worry that he thought they were just a big joke.

Something entirely different was going through Lucian’s mind. He hadn’t really heard a single word of their sales pitch. Damn. He hated when he got like this… But he couldn’t help it. That girl, Nadiyya Jefferson, was too beautiful for him to bother paying attention to a single word that came out of her mouth. He didn’t care what her business idea was as long as he got to work with her. Something about her was just intriguing.

And hell, he had the money anyways. Lucian found their bustling around him quite entertaining. During their entire pitch he watched them move around like anxious little bees.  If only they knew where he’d come from and what he’d had to do to turn his family’s millions into billions. Maybe they wouldn’t have such blind respect and awe for him then.

When Nadiyya ended her pitch and clasped her hands respectfully in front of her, Lucian decided he’d seen enough. He simply had to get close to this anomalous woman. Yes, it would cost him and yes there were plenty of options out there but there was something about her that magnetically attracted Lucian. It was more than her appearance too. He didn’t come across many black women in his line of work and in fact he never had come across one who was so effortlessly beautiful and clearly uninterested in pursuing him. He also felt fascinated that this young would choose to work here in bumfuck nowhere, as an entrepreneur no less. It took some balls.

When Lucian leaned forward and verbally expressed his interest in working with them, he saw a genuine smile break out across Nadiyya’s face for the first time and realized he was hooked. Lucian figured it wouldn’t be hard to impress her. She was a young pup of an entrepreneur and he’d excelled in the world she desperately wanted to be a part of. Lucian was already envisioning how he would seduce her with his infinite knowledge and charm. Unfortunately, things weren’t going to be quite so simple.

Nadiyya absolutely despised working with Lucian. It hadn’t taken long for her to realize that the guy was a total pig. She figured she should have known from the first time he’d walked into their office as if he’d owned the place. Nadiyya tried her hardest not to let Lucian know how repugnant she found him. After all, he was their bread and butter. She just wished he would have given them the money and disappeared. Most venture capitalists were satisfied with weekly check ins. But no, Lucian had to be right there, hovering over their project the entire way. Nadiyya felt sick of him within a few days and she wasn’t sure she could hide it for much longer.

The worst part of all of it was how Slade and Lucian seemed to disagree about everything. Slade had one vision, but Lucian insisted on turning his ideas over immediately. Nadiyya tried to support Slade and take his side but two against one had absolutely no effect on Lucian. He was always convinced that he was right. Lucian’s ideas seemed so out of this world impractical to Nadiyya too, but she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was right.

Eventually, she stopped wondering and decided firmly: Lucian was an asshole.

They were all sitting around with cups of black coffee discussing marketing strategies. Nadiyya had piped up with an idea that she thought was worth bringing up. Lucian seemed to barely consider her idea. His brow was furrowed. He was looking off into the distance staring profusely at some point on the wall. “That won’t work at all. We need something better,” Lucian said. Nadiyya was instantly turned off by how quickly he’d dismissed her idea without giving it a moment of consideration. Nadiyya was annoyed, but not foolish. She knew they needed the money.

Slade on the other hand was getting sick of Lucian too. His male pride had been bruised too many times by Lucian’s casually dismissive ways. On a lunch break, Lucian went out to make some calls and ‘try the local cuisine’ (as he’d told them in a mocking voice). Slade and Nadiyya huddled up alone together at the first opportunity they’d had in days. They were both equally infuriated by the way Lucian had hijacked their entire venture.

“I want out. Fuck this guy! He doesn’t get to make the choices around here!”

“He kind of does, Slade,” Nadiyya said calmly. She always tried to balance out Slade’s emotions when they started to run amok.

“Well I don’t like his attitude,” Slade replied.

“Neither do I but we have to deal with it.”

“He’s always staring at you, too,” Slade said, unable to hide his jealousy.

“What does that have to do with it?” Nadiyya probed.

“Nothing I suppose. I just don’t like it. He’s skeevy,” Slade mumbled.

“We just need him ‘til launch. Or ‘til he gets bored. We can’t fuck this up, Slade. We need him,” Nadiyya said sternly. She knew she would have to keep an eye on Slade, who was prone to acting rashly when tensions got high.

Nadiyya wondered what Slade’s comment meant about Lucian always staring at her. Did Slade still like her? Was the man she’d absolutely abhorred actually trying to flirt with her? Nadiyya wondered why men were so complicated and why they never seemed to understand that women weren’t conquests or simple games they could play. She had no interest in either of them. She just wanted to have something to show for herself as a real entrepreneur, as a real business woman. Nadiyya had no interest in the petty drama that ‘romance’ would thrust upon her. She’d seen how ‘romance’ could end and it wasn’t pretty.

Her best friend from high school had been knocked up a few times. Her sisters were both married to men who cheated serially. As for her mother… Her mother had been a fool for men more times than she could count. Nadiyya was having none of it. She refused to replicate these debilitating cycles of self loathing and pain all for some half-baked attempt at romance. Why was romance more important for women than building a life for themselves?

Nadiyya felt like she would never understand why everyone around her was so obsessed with finding love.

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You'll want to check out this loving tale of an unexpected romance between an Afro-Caribbean hotel worker and a vacationer. This story is full of twists and turns that will keep you turning the page until the very end.

American billionaire Wayne Baldwin has traveled to a well known couple's resort on a small Caribbean island to try to mend his marriage with his wife Bridget. As mending his marriage seems to be growing more and more impossible, he meets an attractive hotel worker, Trisha Jn Marie.

Trisha is an Afro-Caribbean woman whose life always seems to be spiraling out of control. Her younger sister has ovarian cancer and her verbally abusive mother relies on her to financially support their family. Love is the <i>last</i> thing on Trisha's mind, especially when she meets Wayne, the handsome but off-limits hotel guest.

When Wayne discovers that his wife Bridget is cheating on him, he wants nothing more than to pursue his attraction to Trisha. But Trisha's morals get in the way of her being with a married man; she refuses to be with Wayne until he leaves his wife. However, Bridget isn't quite so willing to let go of her cash cow...

Will Wayne and Trisha get a chance to be together without everything falling apart? As both of their personal lives start to get out of control, their love will have to withstand numerous tests for them to ever get their happily ever after ending...

Romance Novel Excerpts: American Billionaire's Caribbean Dream

Chapter 1

The morning sun beat down on the island like a whip. As Trisha waited for the bus to take her to [REDACTED], one of the biggest couple’s hotel chains in the region, she felt the sting of the sun particularly harshly. Sweat dripped from her brow and she reached into her fake Michael Kors bag to pull out a white rag to dry her face. It was so early in the morning and she was already sweating. Trisha adjusted her white collared shirt and tucked it into her black pencil skirt. A few other employees she recognized gathered at the bus stop and Trisha greeted and hugged them before they boarded.

It was before seven in the morning and Trisha already knew that she was going to have a long day. She’d gotten to bed at around two in the morning because her younger sister had been ill. Her sister Naomi was twelve years old -- around eighteen years younger than Trisha -- and she suffered from asthma as well as bouts of pneumonia that sent everyone in the Jn Marie family into a state of panic. That night, Naomi had been coughing and spewing phlegm, completely unresponsive to Trisha’s hourly rub-downs with Vicks.

The bus rolled around the pot-hole checkered roads at nearly breakneck speed. Trisha put her headphones in and listened to her morning gospel music as the bus took her to work. Her relaxed hair was pinned back into a neat bun with not a single strand out of place. The cool air conditioning in the bus helped Trisha relax just a bit before work. It was hard to be relaxed these days with Naomi sicker than ever and her mother even more tense than usual. Trisha lived with her mother, her sister and sometimes, her younger brother in a small three room house in a small village South of the hotel where she worked. Times were tough and money was tight but they had each other…

Trisha might have felt happier about being at home if she wasn’t also facing a massive amount of family pressure. Everyone in her family and in her church wanted so much from her. She was supposed to make money to support them, take care of her sister, find a good man, marry him, have kids and all of that without ever missing a Sunday of church. Trisha didn’t know if she could handle all of it. But what was there to do? All Trisha could think of was praying more… Asking God for guidance and for help with her life. By God’s grace, things would improve.

The bus pulled onto the hotel compound and Trisha descended, ready to start her day. Her job was grueling and tiring. Sometimes at the end of the day, Trisha thought her face would explode if she had to smile at another white person who often times looked down at her as if she were nothing more than a slave. Trisha couldn’t stand them sometimes but what was she to do? Work was work and that was it. She needed this job badly. She’d already been fired from a few jobs due to downsizing and even if the hotel industry was notorious for abusing workers, her family needed the money.

Trisha began her workday with nothing out of the ordinary. Trisha’s rich russet brown skin glowed underneath the Caribbean sun. She’d made her way to the plunge pool and began the arduous (and boring) task of folding the clean towels that housekeeping had tossed her way. It was one of Trisha’s least favorite activities and she often spent around three to four hours every day just folding the towels into the perfect shape that the hotel managers had taught them. At least these days, Trisha didn’t have to work in complete silence. She could listen to her audiobooks unless there was a guest nearby. Ignoring a guest could get you fired faster than you could say “Sorry” at this particular hotel.

Noting how quiet it was, Trisha placed her headphones on and started listening to a steamy story about a white woman who had fallen in love with a big burly black man. Typical. These men always went after white girls… Trisha was enjoying the story anyways. Her aunt from New York had gifted her a three generations old Samsung and Trisha hadn’t put it down once she received it. After a while, Trisha finally got into a groove. The cadence of the narrator’s voice fit perfectly with her folding. Trisha was lost in a world other than her own -- a world of white people who had millions of dollars at their disposal and who always got their happily ever after endings.

Trisha was startled from her perfect fantasy world by a tap on her shoulder.

“Sexy!”

Trisha glared hard at her boss. Sylvester Charles was one of the usual sleazy men who worked at the hotel. He’d achieved his status as manager solely due to the fact that he was a man -- he had no particular skills and many harder working women had been passed up. That was the way things were on this island. Women worked as hard as dogs only to be stomped on and passed up.

“Good morning Sylvester,” Trisha said flatly.

“Your backside really lookin’ nice and round today!”

“What do you want?” Trisha huffed, folding her arms and giving Sylvester her best cross look.

“You know what I want sweetness and I know you’re not willing to give it to me.”

Trisha’s facial expression didn’t change. She didn’t want to let Sylvester think that any of his lines were working on her. She wasn’t interested and he just didn’t seem to get it.

“Do you think that’s proper conversation for work?”

Sylvester just grinned and gave Trisha’s bottom a tight squeeze.

“Sylvester! Behave yourself!” She yelled.

“Quiet your mouth baby before you disturb one of our guests,” He said grinning. He knew that he’d won. If Trisha dared make a scene in front of guests, she’d lose the job that she desperately needed.

“Please go away,” Trisha hissed in a lowered voice.

Sylvester toyed with her for a few more minutes and then said, “Alright Trisha. Go work the bar for the morning. Tonya is sick and she’s at the health center.”

Trisha tried not to roll her eyes; working at the bar was far better than working near the plunge pool anyways. There couldn’t possibly be anything more boring than folding towels. Trisha walked to the bar and started going through the motions to get the bar open. Amazing how some of these tourists hit the bar even before lunch. Many of them were bigger drinkers than the men hanging around the rum shops.

Trisha thought her morning would continue on peacefully until she saw a rather unhappy looking couple approaching the bar. The one perk of Trisha’s job was getting to know the intimate details of strangers’ lives. Many of the hotel’s vacationers hardly saw the workers as people. They certainly didn’t care about sharing the intimate details of their lives in front of them. At the very least, Trisha was often left with a good story.

The couple sat down on bar stools next to each other but they barely looked at each other. Trisha put on her customer service face and offered, “Good morning! I hope you’re enjoying this beautiful Caribbean morning. What can I offer you today?”

The woman pursed her lips as if she was displeased Trisha even spoke to her. The man seemed a bit warmer. A smile attempted to crawl its way across his face and he replied, “I’d like a tequila sunrise please dear.”

His wife was still scowling and she practically refused to say a word.

“Bridget, why don’t you tell the nice lady what you want?” The husband asked.

His wife glared for a moment and then mumbled, “What’s good here?”

Trisha rattled off what she’d been trained to say, “Our most popular cocktails here are the margarita, the white Russian and the Pina Colada.”

Bridget grumbled, “Just get me a vodka on ice.”

“Absolutely, your drinks will be out in a minute.”

Bridget got to work making the drinks. This was her usual fare so it didn’t take her more than a couple minutes to finish. Once she was done, she presented the drinks to the scowling wife and husband.

Trisha was about to turn around and clean the bar when Bridget called to her, “Wait! Um… Miss… Can I ask you a question? I want someone to settle a little disagreement between me and Wayne here.”

Great. Trisha knew from experience that getting involved in white people’s marital troubles was a bad move. But it was also a bad move to say “no” to a guest. Anything they wanted, they got. The hotel wasn’t supposed to give anything less than the five star experience promised on the tv commercials. Hell, couples even threatened to sue the hotel because it rained one time.

“Sure, what is your question ma’am?” Trisha asked, putting on her most polite customer service voice and mellowing her accent so it would be comprehensible to the American guests.

Bridget said, “So okay. Let’s say your husband takes you on an all expenses paid, inclusive Caribbean vacation… And then you want an exclusive tour of the island… But this tour costs two thousand dollars more than you planned… Shouldn’t he try to make it work because it's a once in a lifetime opportunity?”

Trisha couldn’t relate to a single thing this woman had said. Husband? All expenses paid vacation? Two thousand U.S. dollars?! This was far out of Trisha’s scope. However, she knew that keeping a wife happy was more important than a husband, so she recycled a great stock response that she used around the hotels.

“A tour of our island would be exquisite. There are many historical and natural sites around the island that I’m sure you would find pleasurable!”

“SEE! She agrees with me you cheap bastard!”

Her husband Wayne winced. Even Trisha was shocked. This woman was very clearly completely spoiled by her husband yet it still wasn’t enough. Trisha was at least savvy enough to keep this thought to herself. Wayne shrugged his shoulders and replied to his wife, “Listen Bridget. You know I’d love to take a tour of the island and its not the price that’s bothering me.”

“Well what the hell is bothering you Wayne?!”

Bridget was raising her voice again and Trisha was a fly on the wall, cleaning the bar and organizing the glasses while staying out of sight. If this couple needed their drinks topped up, she would make an appearance but until then, she didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire of their argument. Trisha faded into the background and pretended that she wasn’t observing this couple through the corner of her eye.

The wife Bridget seemed eccentric and loud, but overall she was very beautiful and tastefully dressed. She had long dirty blonde hair that fell down the middle of her back. Her skin was tanned to an almost orange color and she wore a full face of makeup… All the time. Her husband was gorgeous too. He looked stressed out and exhausted but that couldn’t rid him of his dashing good looks. Wayne was tall with pale skin and short cropped brown hair. His face was covered in thick, chocolate brown stubble and his green eyes were sharp and piercing. Trisha had never seen a white man who was so attractive at this place. Normally the husbands were fat old farts and their wives were ten years younger and in far better shape. This wasn’t the case with Wayne and Bridget…

Trisha was broken from her trance by Wayne and Bridget raising their voices at each other again. She would have tuned in to listen except a group of about six couples approached the bar, circumvented the arguing couple and they were intent on ordering. Trisha wondered what the hell the two were fighting about but she hardly had time to dwell on it. Margaritas, Sex On The Beach and Long Island Iced Teas kept her busy until Wayne and Bridget left.

Trisha couldn’t help wondering how long they planned to stay at the resort… She could just tell there was a good story here.

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