Kickstart Dance Studio owner Tatiana Anderson is excited about her squad’s upcoming competition at the Afro Caribbean Carnivale. Practicing day and night has her team in tip-top shape, and she’s confident they will take home the win. That is, until she discovers the rival dance studio across the street is who they’ll be facing off against.
And not only will they compete for the victory, but getting to know the leader, Messiah West, has Tatiana wondering if they’re battling for something a little more. Determined to ward off any sentiments of desire, Tatiana’s guard remains elevated. But Messiah’s perseverance is just as strong in his ambition to break down her walls.
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Hey reading family! The countdown is on. My newest standalone, Move Your Body, will be available THIS Thursday, 3/26!
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He was sure she hadn’t heard the bell chime when he walked through her studio doors. It was most likely because of the upbeat Caribbean music that vibrated through surround sound speakers.
Standing at the entrance, off to the side that kept him hidden from the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, Messiah West watched Tatiana Anderson as her hips rotated, round and round, back dipping as her hands swayed with her motion. He instinctively began to move as his torso mimicked a few of her gyrating drifts while his gaze remained glued to her steps.
Messiah hadn’t meant to spy on Tatiana. His reasoning for being there was innocent, or so he told himself. In actuality, Messiah was looking for an excuse to present himself a bit more appropriately—because their initial meeting didn’t go as well as it was planned in his head.
A year ago, Messiah had been forced to break a lease on a studio with a landlord who he found was unceremoniously using the business for money laundering. And by unceremoniously, the feds had shown up at Messiah’s dance hall, questioning Messiah about his dealing with his now-ex-landlord.
The problems stemming from that situation had been odious, but the first thing on Messiah’s to-do list was to get as far away from his scamming landlord as fast as possible.
His only problem with that was trying to find a place suitable for his needs, and that wasn’t easy. As an A-list celebrity choreographer, Messiah needed not only a large floor plan, but his new location would require a friendly, yet secure neighborhood where his clients would have the pleasure to come and go without being bombarded by fans or paparazzi.
It had taken him six dreadful months when a friend of a friend introduced him to a building manager who was looking to sell his state-of-the-art dance facility. One look at the place and Messiah was sold.
But then another problem reared its ugly—or not-so-ugly—head. That problem came in the name of Tatiana Anderson. When Messiah first laid eyes on her beauty, unpleasantry was far from his mind. That was until he crossed the street to speak.
He would never forget that day.
The Chicago wind had been a soft flurry of ruffling as Messiah crossed the road. Tatiana watched him stroll forward, and Messiah wondered what the thought process was behind the way her eyes roamed from his dark brown eyes, past his bearded mouth and thick neck, to the stretch of his T-shirt over the hills of his shoulders to his washboard abdomen.
A grin arched at the corners of his mouth. Just as he jumped the curb and held out a hand, her pleasant semi-oval face, full lips, ebony nose, and cat-like eyes turned into a steely scowl. She folded her arms and leaned into a curvaceous hip that had been covered in skinny denim jeans.
Messiah’s grin dropped just a little, and with his greeting unaccepted, his hand lingered in the air.
Her eyes roamed over him again, then flipped over his shoulder to his building name that was strewn across the top of the door across the street.
“Move Your Body?” she questioned.
Messiah dropped his hand and took a glance over his shoulder before bringing his gaze back to her pecan skin and sharp cinnamon glare.
“Yes. I’m your new neighbor. I wanted to introduce myself since my dance studio is right across the way from yours.”
“That much I can see. But what kind of name is Move Your Body, anyway?”
Messiah’s hesitation was fleeting. “I thought it was fitting, considering my line of work.”
“Ah, yes, cute.”
She dropped her arms and reached for the entry to her door, dismissing him without so much as another word.
“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong here?” he asked.
Tatiana turned back around, studying him for a moment before she responded.
“Oh, I don’t know. I find it interesting that you found the only other dance studio in this area and moved yourself right across from it. But hey, it’s your choice, right?”
That’s when it hit Messiah, and a smile grew back across his face.
“Oh come on, there’s nothing wrong with a little healthy competition,” he teased.
Tatiana swung the door open and entered her studio, the door slowly closing on a gust of hesitant wind.
“I was just kidding,” he said after her back, knowing she couldn’t hear him any longer.
The door shut that day on his promise to establish a better connection with Tatiana when the opportunity presented itself. But that day seemed to come and go as Tatiana made sure to get in or out without running into him. At least it felt that way to Messiah. But after noticing her leave the building alone for the last few nights, he thought it best to close early in the hopes that she would spare him the chance to assert himself again.
Watching Tatiana now Messiah knew was a dangerous thing. The last scenario he wanted was for her to believe he was a Peeping Tom. But unfortunately, he couldn’t take his gaze off of her routine, or the sway in her hips, and the passion with which she danced.
When the song faded on her final sway and dip, Messiah brought his hands together in applause, causing Tatiana to gasp and spin around so fast she almost became dizzy.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Messiah said, noticing how she covered her heart, eyes wide.
“You didn’t think sneaking up on a girl would startle her?”
“I didn’t sneak up, I—”
“Can I help you with something, Move Your Body?”
Messiah cracked a grin. She was determined to tease him about his studio name.
“Messiah.” He approached her slowly. “West.” He offered her a hand, and her eyes dropped to his open palm, consideration of accepting his greeting roaming through her eyes.
“That’s a nice name. What, you come here to save me, Messiah?” She cracked a smile at her joke, and Messiah’s gaze dimmed. His stare moved through Tatiana in a way she wished it wouldn’t.
“That depends,” his deep baritone murmured. “Do you need rescuing, Tatiana?”
A tinge of incandescent heat sprinted through Tatiana, but she kept her feet planted, determined not to let the desire that moved through her be made known. Her eyes traveled over his fresh low haircut, groomed facial hair, brown piercing soulful eyes, thick nose, and spreading full lips.
“How do you know my name?”
Messiah held on to a sexy smirk.
“Unfortunately, I had to research you since you refused to speak to me. I, unlike you, find pleasure in being well-informed on who my neighbors are. Can’t be moving across the way from a serial killer, you know.”
Tatiana pursed her lips, and her lids lowered to that glare he’d witnessed the first day they met.
“Thank you, by the way,” Messiah said quickly, wanting to stay on her good side before she had a mind to kick him out.
Her glare loosened, and her brows arched. “For what?”
“The compliment. You said I had a nice name. Tatiana is a beautiful name as well.”
He watched her breath quicken as she inhaled, indignantly attempting to hide her undeniable attraction to him. A gleam sailed through her cinnamon-brown eyes, and she turned her head, taking a look at her space as if she hadn’t seen it before—avoiding his eye contact.
“Your moves are professional. Are you the teacher here?”
The drum of his voice pulled her attention back to him.
“I am. I teach Monday through Friday.”
“So do I. Are your classes open to the public?”
“On Wednesdays. Any other day, you’ll need an appointment. Why, are you in need of a course?”
The rumbling undertone of his laugh made her belly flop.
“What’s so funny?”
His laugh faded into a singular grin. “I think I have it covered.”
“Is that so?”
He lifted a hand and rubbed his chin, making her eyes travel to his goatee.
“I think so.”
“Yeah, but there’s always room for improvement.” Her lashes fluttered. “You don’t think?” She stepped to him, getting into his personal space. “Oh, wait. You’re Messiah ‘Mr. Perfect’ West, Teacher of Hollywood and the like.” She nodded in her tease. “I get it now. You couldn’t possibly learn anything new.”
Messiah inhaled her fragrance. The smell of lavender and rose was brimming from her, even in her sweaty state at the end of her day. A hot balm of heat coursed through his veins, and he became entirely aware of her femininity.
The curve in her feline eyes, the vibrancy of cinnamon that glistened from her irises, the bridge of her ebony nose, the perfect circumference of her face…her upturned lashes fluttered right along with his heartbeat, and God help him if he wasn’t in trouble. His gaze ventured down her mocha neck; full, perky breasts; a flat yet wholesome waist that sprouted into full, rotund hips.
“You know what. On second thought, I could use a class or two,” his deep voice murmured.
Tatiana’s brows rose, and she smirked. “Let me check my schedule, and I’ll get back to you.”
“But…” He tugged his bottom lip with a nibble as he eyed the fullness of her mouth. “Today’s Wednesday, so…can’t you take me now?”
They stared at each other hotly, and Tatiana found herself stuck in a dilemma that she herself had created.
Hey reading family! Beautiful Assassin will release this Thursday, November 14th and as we prepare to catch up with Celine and Brian, here’s a Sunday Sample. But be WARNED, this sample is not suitable for young readers. Enjoy.
“It’s not time. She’ll kill you quicker than you can blink.”
Felix Briggs glared at Dexter McKenzie, frustration filling his veins as he pointed at the man behind the desk.
“You said if I followed you, you would help me avenge my family, but every time I come to you with proof that I’m ready, you pull this shit! How long am I supposed to wait!? Her army is building with each passing day. It’s been two fucking years—”
“And still, she’ll slaughter your ass before you can get off a shot!”
Dexter rose from the high-backed leather office chair, his scowl transforming his face like a menacing bulldog.
In the underground headquarters of Simon Cross—the former boss of the west—the two stared angrily at each other, neither of them wanting to concede.
“Do not forget. You were there in the room. You watched her blow off the head of everyone who defied her. This will not be something you can train for. The type of skill you’ll need to take off her head comes with experience and mastery, and you possess neither.”
Dexter loosened the tie around his neck, his long day of pretending to be a home insurance salesman coming to an end.
“I’ve got an army ready for war, and the Devereaux organization won’t see it coming. They are confident that all of the remaining men have scattered, and they own all four boroughs.”
“Fuck your army.” Dexter shook his head as Felix’s grimace deepened. “One by one, she will pick them off and leave you for last so you can witness her massacre. Then, she’ll stand you in front of the mirror and make you watch your own death.”
Felix squared his toned shoulders, confident and determined. “You sound afraid. But I’m not scared of no bitch.”
When Felix entered the life of gunrunning, it was because it was a quick way to make money. He was seventeen and ready for all that life had to offer.
That was four years ago when he’d had the mentorship of his uncle Devon Briggs to coach him about the game of gunrunning, the rules, and players. Then, the only thing Felix cared about was making sure he could take care of his disabled wife, who he’d married right out of high school. He quickly became her sole caregiver after a freak accident while vacationing on their honeymoon.
The first few years had been a breeze. The operations Felix became a part of happened smoothly, without any disruption. But after Celine Devereaux assassinated his uncle Devon, he’d slowly learned that she’d been married to his absentee father, igniting a sudden craving that thirsted for revenge.
“That bitch,” Dexter drawled, snapping Felix out of his maddening thoughts, “is the Queen of the Devereaux organization. The only way to get to her is from the inside. We’ve got a man on her but not close enough.”
Felix sighed harshly, then turned on his heels, the scuff of his sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor. He strolled in denim jeans and a button-down shirt to the door, unnerved and ready to put an end to a long wait.
“She spared you once. She won’t do it again. There is no mercy for those that go against her.”
Felix’s steps halted, but his back remained to Dexter.
“If you’re really ready, you must wait for a time when she is vulnerable. When her guard is down, and mistakes are made.”
The room quieted.
“When will that be?” Felix asked.
“I’ll let you know. Until then, make sure your men are ready at all times and take your ass back to the dormitory and train.”
Felix turned to Dexter. “I’ve trained for twelve months solid!”
“She’s trained her whole life!” Dexter smacked his hand on top of the mahogany table. “Train some more!”
Good morning reading family! I have news! Book 3 in my Beautiful Assassin series is available for pre-order. Beautiful Assassin started out as a short story challenge I posted on Facebook in a quick freestyle story. At the time a lot of authors were posting short story challenges so it was just something fun I participated in.The response I received to Beautiful Assassin for more is how we are here at book 3.
Let me tell you what Beautiful Assassin is.
It’s gritty Suspenseful Fast-paced A romantic thriller. A roller coaster (in a good way lol.) It involves gun running Violence (Not between the h/h) Sex (The way I like it. 👅) Profanity It has a mafia style feel to it. Celine is a hit woman and Queen of a crime organization.
If I compared Beautiful Assassin to a movie it would be, Mr. and Mrs. Smith. And maybe a little bit of John Wick, except a fly ass black woman and her king. I had an absolute blast writing this story and reading over it. I loved every second of this ride. If you trust my writing then you gotta get into this series. I hope you take a chance on Beautiful Assassin and read!
Good morning reading family. Can I jump-start your week with a little treat?
But wait! Before I do that, did you hear? I won two amazing literary awards. One for the Beverly Jenkins Author of The Year and the other the Rochelle Alers Best Series for the Falling for a Rose series!
I AM STILL totally stoked. I just can’t believe it but I am so thankful to BRAB bookclub and it’s members for the recognition. It is amazing. *dreamy sigh* Lol.
Okay, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s talk about that treat.
I’m on the road to publish 40 books by the end of this year. If you’re following me on social media, then you know I’m currently at 37.
See slideshow below.
Towards the end of the summer I made a personal vow.
1 – Short story
1 – Novella
1 – Novel
And I will reach my goal! So we have arrived to today. I’ve added a short story to my Lunch Break Series.
The Lunch Break Series is not a continuation of the same story in parts. It is a series of standalone short stories that you can enjoy on your lunch break hour. These stories are written purely for your quick gratification.
He was the only man she’d ever loved…
When CEO Monica Stratton needs to make an appearance that could catapult her career to new heights, she sends her assistant to pick out a chaperone from the agency—a discreet escort service with the finest gentlemen money can buy.
But when the man on her doorstep turns out to be the only one to make her pulse thump recklessly, the evening will take her on a passionate ride to surrender, one she may wish will never end.