Sample Sunday: Foreplay

Hey. Hello. Wassup. Here’s another–tiny–snippet from To Break a Vow, which has a release date that I’m not comfortable sharing just yet. Just know that it’s coming soon. As always these words are mine, unedited, and highly subject to change. Enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments.

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Photo by Tai’s Captures on Unsplash

“Is this your first time in Vegas?” Eyes on her profile, I watched her cheeks stretch upward as she covered her grin with her glass, taking a tiny sip of the colorful, frozen beverage in front of her. High cheekbones and fat cheeks were just another thing her and Latoya had in common. When she placed the glass back on the bar, she shook her head in answer of my question.

“This is my third time here.”

“Ah, you’re practically a local by now.”

She laughed lightly. “Not by a long shot; I’ve rarely left The Strip on each visit.”

With my arms folded in front of me, I leaned on the bar top and canted my head to look at her. Her eyes were constantly moving, flitting from her drink to the couple at the end of the bar then back to her drink before venturing up to the mirror behind the bar which reflected the entire casino floor. I wanted her eyes on me. I wanted to see the flare of attraction that swam in their citrine depths when I’d first walked over to her. An inexplicable feeling began to bloom in my chest and I was seconds from following the impulse.

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done here?”

A ghost of a smile quirked at the corners of her lips as her eyes finally found their way back to me. They held for five seconds, not nearly long enough for me to get my fill of them, before falling to her drink. Slowly, she shook her head.

“Got married.”

My brows rose, and that impulse inside of me flared. “Do tell.”

She had my full attention and I twisted on the cushioned stool, positioning my knees on either side of her body and purposefully inserting myself into her personal space. The more we talked, the closer I wanted to be to her.

“Ugh. Do you really want to hear this? Talking about exes isn’t the best foreplay.”

My grin was wide and indulgent. I was impressed, and decided right then that I would be following through with that incessant impulse. “Is that what we’re doing? Engaging in foreplay?”

The fingers of one hand tightened around the stem of her glass as the digits on the other grazed the base of her throat and she bit her lip to hide her embarrassment. When her eyes met and held mine, I felt a strange sense of pride.

“Isn’t it?”

Sample Sunday: What’s Up With You

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Photo by Ken Yam on Unsplash

A snippet of my upcoming release, To Break a Vow. There’s no release date yet but it’s coming soon-ish. Unedited, copyrighted, subject to change, alladat. Enjoy.

 

I was cut off when a short, round woman brushed past me so quickly that I had to take a step back to maintain my balance. Turning to see where the fire was, I was surprised when the woman glanced back at us, long, golden hair whipping around her face as she stopped abruptly as if she had stepped into cement. Her mouth gaped open and she reversed direction, rushing toward us. Coming to a stop a few feet in front of me, small hands dropped to wide hips as big, brown eyes raked over mine and my brother’s bodies. If the assessing look in her eyes had held a smidge more heat I would have felt violated.

“Oh my God!” She breathed. “Y’all are fine as hell!” Her tone was low, it was almost like she was speaking to herself.

Man, there was something about this city that imbued transients with an overbold spirit that never ceased to bring me amusement. Uncertain of a fitting response to her observation, I laughingly issued my thanks.

“Um, excuse me?” Lisa glared at the woman who managed to spare her a quick look before refocusing on us.

“My bad, Sis. I meant no disrespect.” She pointed at J and I, but it was clear she was speaking to Lisa. “Please tell me they’re your brothers.”

Lisa propped a hand on her hip but J quickly wrapped his arms around her and, before she could get herself worked up, he set the woman straight.

“The only single person here is him.”

She followed his nod over to me. With a hand propped on one hip, she asked, “How single are you?”

Once again, I was interrupted before I could speak, Lisa choosing to answer the question for me. “No wife, no fiancé, no girlfriend, no kids.”

Chuckling, I shook my head, dragging the back of my thumb across my bottom lip. They called me impulsive yet here they were, thoughtlessly spouting off stats, selling me off to this strange woman for some unknown reason. “Thanks, Lee.” My…sister-in-law—for lack of a better fitting title—aimed a wide smile in my direction.

The woman tossed her straight, golden locks over her shoulder and narrowed her dark-brown eyes at me. “Fine and single? What’s wrong with you?”

This time, no one spoke before or over me. I smiled. “Apparently, I’m impulsive.”

To my surprise, the woman’s round cheeks swelled as she smiled in approval. “So, you’re perfect, then.”

My head canted to the side in partial humility. “Eh.”

Jeremiah laughed while his woman rolled her eyes, a smirk pasted on her lips. “Typical, arrogant Jer.”

I’ll be that. Sweeping my eyes back to the woman, I took in her appearance. She was cute—and bold—and I was intrigued.

“So, what’s up with you? What’s going on?

White teeth flashed at me as she smiled. “Okay, check it. My sister hasn’t had sex in like five years—”

“What?!” Lisa gasped and Jeremiah coughed through a shocked laugh.

She took the word right out of my mouth. Frowning, just that fast my interest began to wane. This sounded like the beginning of a poorly directed skin-flick accompanied by bad acting and I wanted no parts of it. The woman held up her hands.

“Wait, wait, wait! Before you say no, just hear me out.”

“Nah, I’m gonna have to go ahead and stop you right there. It sounds like you’re trying to pimp your sister out and I refuse to be involved with some crazy shit like that. I’d tell you good luck but…” My brows lifted in a shrug and I made a move to go around her, averting my eyes so not to be snared by the defeated slump of her shoulders.

“I understand.”

I edged around her, following Jeremiah and Lisa who’d already stepped away, when the woman whipped around.

“Wait!”

To Build a Vow: The Playlist

I often create playlists while I’m writing a book but they are usually scribbled on a piece of scrap paper as I hear the song in passing. Since I’ve gotten into Spotify recently, I decided to do an honest-to-goodness playlist that I can share. Here are the songs that I feel embody Jeremiah and Lisa’s journey in To Build a Vow. Give it a listen now, or wait until later this week to have it in the background while you read. Either way, let me know what you think and enjoy.