With Your Permission

Hey family, the fifth book in my, Heart of a Valentine series is almost ready for your reading pleasure. This story centers around Raphael Valentine, and Bri St. James. If you’ve been following along with the series then you’ve seen the sparks fly around their brewing romance. This book, With Your Permission, follows the two of them as they explore love while fighting influences that attempt to keep them apart.

This story was an emotional rollercoaster for me. I felt Raphael so deeply that I literally was him. Crazy! Same thing with Bri St. James, wooo child, Lol.

In preparation for this romance, I’ve created a playlist. If you don’t have a Spotify account, grab a free one and groove along with me. This is also perfect for a nightcap with your hubby, or significant other. You can find the playlist here

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If you care for a sneak peek, check out this preview.

The next morning, the smell of frying bacon pulled Raphael to a sitting position in bed. Next to him, there was no sign of Bri, so he surmised she was in the kitchen cooking. He tossed his legs over the side and made his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

When Raphael entered the kitchen, Bri stood before the stove with his shirt covering her body and an apron tied around her waist. A spatula was in her hand, and as his gaze traveled down the back of her thighs a storm of heat flooded his veins. Raphael took that moment to enjoy the little dance she did as she flipped the pancakes in the skillet. He imagined her there every morning, with a glow on her face from the love they made and the extra pep in her step; animated.

“Good morning,” his dark voice drummed.

Bri twirled around, an instant smile highlighting her face.

“Good morning.” She looked him up and down boldly, over broad shoulders and deep chocolate skin. His stroll was the swagger of a man confident in his approach and plastered to his hard thighs was a pair of boxer briefs.

His chest was bare, and a powerful sheet of muscle ran down his torso blending into the cut formation of his Adonis belt. Bri’s body flamed instantly, but a secondary crawl of electric currents crept up her spine as she eyed his footsteps, creating a predatory path to tower over her.

“What’s going on in here?”

He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her in.

“I’m…” A shiver eased down Bri’s core. “…cooking breakfast.”

He planted his hands against her waist, and his fingers danced to the tie in the back of her apron that rested on the hill of her derriere.

“Hmmm, I should’ve told you there’s a rule I must live by, and I can’t have you breaking my rules.”

Her brow lifted. “What’s the rule?” she asked, hypnotized by the intensity of his gaze.

Raphael untied the knot. And the apron drifted from her waist to rest around his carved cut abdomen.

“I serve you.”

February 12, 2019

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Merry Christmas!

Santa baby… 💋

She was tired of waiting and his starvation for her had reached its ultimate peak. So when a Christmas party brings Eden Alexandria Rose and Derek James Clark face to face again, sparks turn into a detonation of desire that lands them both, on the naughty list. 🌹

✨ Merry Christmas! ✨

Sooo I know I said A Game-Changing Christmas would be my last release of the year, but Derek James Clark and Eden Alexandria Rose would not tone it down, and now, here we are. 🚨This is not their full story. 🚨It is a glimpse inside their holiday season. If you care to find out what they’re up too. 💋

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A Game-Changing Christmas

Whew! Let me just start with that. It is with great pleasure, blood, sweat, and tears that I bring you this crossover edition of the Falling for a Rose and In the Heart of a Valentine holiday edition!

I have gotten so much feedback about the two families and your love for them both and your desire to see them patch things up that I have lost count. However, I knew trying to create a story like this would be a challenge. Let’s face it, both of these family’s are pretty big, and besides that, the rivalry isn’t something that can just easily go away with a ‘let’s get over it’ attitude.

Nah, the history of this feud runs a little thick, so finding a common solution won’t be easy, if at all. Writing this novella kept my emotions running high, and let me tell you why. We’re catching up with the couples you’ve read about in the Falling for a Rose series, and vice versa for In the Heart of a Valentine. Add a common enemy, a brewing love affair, surrounded by a whole bunch of sexiness and wa-la! Here we are.

I’d like to be clear about the brewing love affair. It is not a Rose and Valentine hookup. The Rose’s are all accounted for. If you’ve read Give Me A Reason, book three in the Valentine series then you’ve met Bri St. James and Raphael Valentine. While their story comes in January, you’ll get an inside look at their brewing romance in this holiday edition, and I hope you love it!

Oh, by the way, if you’d like to pre-order, A Game-Changing Chrismas is available now on Amazon.

Are you up to date on the Falling for a Rose and In the Heart of a Valentine series?

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Give Me A Reason A Preview

“There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Her mom’s brow rose, and her eyes held a twinkle of excitement. 

“Someone like a man?”

Allison smirked. “Yes.”

“When do I get to meet this man?” In the distance, Mrs. Sullivan’s gaze captured the stride of a tall, confident specimen headed in their direction. She noticed him immediately as Lance Valentine. Knowing he was someone her daughter crushed on from afar, Margaret snapped a finger and whispered as she leaned in again, “Hot tamale, two o’clock.”

Allison’s brows dipped. “Huh?”

Mrs. Sullivan cleared her throat and went to speak again. “I think he’s coming to our table.”

Allison was slow in moving. By the time she realized what was going on, Lance was upon her.

“Good afternoon.”

The dark drum of his soothing voice filled Allison with an array of warmth. Her pussy thumped, and her body shifted as she worked to calm a quiver. Looking over her shoulder, Allison’s eyes connected with the piercing stare of Lance Valentine, and with another step, he stood beside their table with a bouquet of roses in both hands. 

“Beauty…” he said, giving Allison an improper once over. Lance’s gaze shifted to Mrs. Sullivan, “Twins,” he said. Lance glanced between Allison and her mother. “You didn’t tell me you had a twin.”

Mrs. Sullivan smiled from ear to ear, her cat-like eyes dipping and fluttering with appreciation. Allison smirked and chuckled a bit, catching Lance’s wink as he glanced at her again.

“For you,” he said, offering the roses to each of them.

“Thank you,” they sang. 

“Mother, this is Lance Valentine; Lance, this is my mother, Mrs. Margaret Sullivan.”

Mrs. Sullivan held out her hand gracefully, taking a close eye over his well-built stock shoulders, tailored Brioni suit that fit him so immaculately each edge of his physique was accommodated by the material. 

“I know who Lance Valentine is. So, does everyone who’s got their camera phones out recording right now.” Mrs. Sullivan beamed and lifted her chin. “Have a seat, Lance. My daughter didn’t tell me we would be on the evening news.”

A smooth rising laugh seeped from his throat.

“Let me be the one to apologize,” he said. “I didn’t give Allison much of a choice.”

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Atlanta Kickback

Come out, come out, wherever you are! This July 14th 2018 catch me at Atlanta’s Kickback book festival signing copies of the Falling for a Rose and In the Heart of a Valentine series. I’d love to meet you! Put your vacation time in at work and make preparations to come out and enjoy yourself, meet yours truly, and possibly find new authors you’ll love. Hope you see you there!

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No Holds Barred Blog Tour

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Hi guys! Hunter Valentine and I are going on a one-day blog tour where we will stop at eighteen blogs in a twenty-four hour period. During these hops, you’ll get to know Hunter Valentine (hero) and Camilla Augustina (heroine). You’ll also get to know a little bit about me! 😉 Below are the scheduled hops, come along with me!

Author Nancy Fraser http://nancyfraser.ca/

Arlena’s Book Reviews Blog https://arlenasbookreviews.blogspot.com

Beach Bound Books   https://www.beachboundbooks.com/blogging-about-books

Hope. Dreams. Life… Love    http://www.elainepcantrell.blogspot.com

Adrienne Thompson Writes  www.authoradriennethompson.blogspot.com

What Is That Book About   https://www.whatisthatbookabout.com/

Authors & Readers Book Corner      www.arbookcorner.wordpress.com

Sheena Binkley   www.sheenabinkley.com

The Fegins Report http://www.thefeginsreport.com/

Laura Lu’s Book Reviews      http://lauralusbookreviews.blogspot.com

Just Books     https://rainnes.blogspot.co.uk/

Nothing but books http://pauletteharper.blogspot.com/

Blessed Poet  blessedpoetpat.blogspot.com

Allyson Deese http://www.allysonmdeese.com

J.L. Campbell www.joylcampbell.com

Brandi Janee’s Bookshelf   http://brandijaneesbookshelf.blogspot.com/

KitnKabookle. https://kitnkabookle.blogspot.com

Manic Reader. http://manicreaders.com/blog/

You don’t want to be personal with me, Angel? Because I’d like to become personal with you. – Hunter

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I woke up to warm soft kisses against my cheek and thin prickly hair tickling my chin. I smiled and moaned softly as the kisses trailed down my neck, chest, then swirled around my breasts. Instantly, my eyes shot open and gradually I glanced down. The sight of Josiah’s sexy, muscular physique and tempting mouth sent a flame burning through me within seconds. I wore only a bikini top and bottoms. It was then that I noticed my surroundings.

“Oh my God,” I said.

Josiah continued to kiss down my body as I took it all in. We were laying in a hammock that hung from the entrance of what appeared to be a cave. A waterfall fell over us, and interestingly enough, we weren’t wet, nor were we cold. I moaned when his lips touched my sex, even threw the lacy material.

“Where are we?”

Josiah paused and peered up at me.

“The blue hole,” his baritone voice rumbled.

Then I remembered last night’s activities. Once I’d agreed to go with him, Josiah had taken me by the hand, and we’d driven for about an hour before coming to Ocho Rios. We stopped at a local nightclub for a few drinks and talked about our time in Jamaica, neither of us wanting to see it come to an end with the two days remaining on our trip.

“We’ll come back, just you and I,” Josiah had promised.

That started it. We left the bar and strolled to the entrance of a creek and found access to a river raft. As we sailed downstream, we kissed. It began moderate but gradually intensified into a passionate dance between our tongues that melted my bones and scorched my skin. I was not the type of woman to hold back. I still wasn’t sure if that’s a good or bad thing. I hadn’t had any complaints, so I took it in stride. However, in that moment, I second-guessed myself. It lasted all of two seconds before I found my way on top of his lap, grinding through our clothes. They disappeared, piece by piece, and the raft rocked as it traveled to somewhere I didn’t give a damn about. My only focus was on Josiah.

It was apparent that we’d ventured off to the blue hole, and the sex I wanted to believe we had was absent from my memory. I wanted to ask him as he laid a trail of kisses back up my thighs, but I was afraid if we had and I’d forgotten, it would ruin his ego.

“Didn’t get enough?” I asked, trying to pick his brain without being obvious.

He paused again and cocked his head, amused.

“Didn’t get any,” his deep voice barked. “We fell off the raft, remember?”

My mind roamed for the memory.

“You probably don’t,” he continued. “We shouldn’t have had anything to drink before our excursion.”

“What happened?”

“When we fell overboard, I had to find you and bring you back to the surface. You weren’t breathing.” His eyes darkened. “So, I gave you mouth to mouth resuscitation. You came to, choking up water and laughing.” He pierced a look at me. “I wanted to head back, but you refused, running into the water like you’d lost your mind. That’s how we ended up here.”

I looked over at the waterfall. It hid us from anyone or anything. Watching it from behind was surreal. I then turned to the open cave. Rigid edges hung from the ceiling, and the claylike structure darkened the deeper it went.

“This is nuts,” I said.

“You’re adventurous,” he said. “I like it, albeit a bit out of control at times.”

“Free-spirited,” I defended. “Besides, I remember someone asking me if I was feeling reckless.”

“Mmm, I’ll take that.”

“Sure you will.” I smiled and bit my lip. “So what time is it?”

“I’m not sure,” he mused.

My eyes widened. “What do you mean you’re not sure? Oh my God, we have a wedding to attend. Desiree is going to kill me if I’m late!”

“That’s true,” he said more calmly than I liked.

“How the hell do we get down from here?”

That wicked smile crept along his mouth. “We get wet.”

My body heated at the same time I blubbered, “Wha-what?”

His deep laughed echoed through the open cave, then he tilted his head toward the water below.

“We jump, beloved.”

My eyes rose in surprise. Without warning, Josiah grabbed me, wrapping his arms around my waist, sealing us together.

“On the third kiss, hold your breath,” he said.

“What!?”

He jumped, and I couldn’t believe it. His wet mouth found my face and neck, and by the third kiss, my feet hit the water, and we were underneath the aqua blue lake. His hold remained strong as he swam with me clutching him for dear life to the surface. When we pulled up, I took in a massive breath.

“You’re crazy!” I yelled.

Josiah splashed me with water.

“Yeah, and you love it.”

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