#BookTour “Temptation” by Chiquita Dennie

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Temptation by Chiquita Dennie

Age ain’t nothing but a number.

Gabriel McCollough is the star basketball coach, Top draft pick that played in one season and retired from the game of basketball from a injury and the twenty-five-year-old alpha male every young woman in town can’t help but like.

Desiree Spence is a good teacher, a good person, a quiet, reserved soul, but a chance meeting with a handsome coach, ten years her junior, tests her limits and stirs up a controversy she could’ve ever anticipated.

He wants her. She wants him. Everyone in their lives is against their relationship.

Will they give into societal pressures or follow their hearts’ desires?

Note: Chiquita writes stories with explicit language and adult content.



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Prologue: Desiree

“Do you, Desiree Spence, take Gabriel McCullough to be your lawfully-wedded husband?” the pastor asked. He looked between Gabriel and me as we stared into each other’s eyes. Gabriel’s touch was reassuring; his eyes alone seemed to undress me, as though it were just the two of us standing there.

That was the moment we’d been waiting for. After multiple obstacles and breakups, I realized I needed to put myself first and not let other factors define my happiness. Gabriel showed no signs of hesitation in marrying me, and I appreciated his strength and motivation.

Over the past year, I’d taken a new job at East High School after leaving my old job as a substitute teacher. I’d dealt with David’s betrayal and getting fired. My family stood by me—even though my father wanted to kick his ass. Hearing the gossip around town helped my decision to start over in a new town and make new memories. What I didn’t expect was to encounter an overwhelming force that turned my life upside down—this smooth, charismatic charmer with rich, milk-chocolate skin and dimples, with a small scar next to his mouth. Some people might have been put off by it, but in a weird way, it made him even sexier to me. Standing tall, at around 6’3”, he had broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms that brought me comfort every night in bed—not to mention Gabriel’s soft, oval, dark-brown eyes that hadme melting in the palms of his hands. I loved climbing onto him every chance I got. Feeling his hands running up and down my back brought chills to my spine.

We waited before having sex again until the wedding night. It was Gabriel’s idea, and after the shock wore off, I remembered he always put my needs above his own.

David could never compare to Gabriel; many times, David came off as selfish, making plans that revolved around his own needs. He liked to show off to our mutual friends and make himself seem bigger and more important than anyone else. I could count on my one hand how many times he got involved in the community.

After several nights of tossing and turning and yearning to have Gabriel by my side, I couldn’t wait to get him alone and try something new. The church we picked out was beautiful, with its fine crystal-and-gold window trimming. Flowers adorned each row, and thanks to the high ceiling, the church choir sounded exquisite as they performed one of my favorite songs, Tamia’s “Spend My Life with You”.

“Baby, you, all right?” Gabriel asked and squeezed my hands tighter to pull me out of my trance.

A part of me felt nervous; my stomach was doing somersaults and my hands were sweaty; I was about to become someone’s wife. I looked around the room at my family, and my best friend, Sidney, as she rocked her newborn baby and my goddaughter, Coco, to sleep. If I hadn’t listened to Sidney that day and interviewed for the job, I wouldn’t have met my future love, my backbone, best friend, and my weakness.

“Excuse me, Pastor,what did you say?” I asked as our guests laughed at me for zoning out during my wedding.

“I asked, do you take Gabriel to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

“I do,” I answered, giving Gabriel a coy smile.

“I do,” Gabriel answered huskily.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, and you may kiss the bride.”

I heard everyone shout and cheer before we even kissed.I caught a glimpse of Gabriel’s mother and sister, whispering back and forth; apparently, his mother was not the least bit interested in what was going on at her son’s wedding. I was amused by her long, sleeveless black dress and black sunglasses. Of course, she dressed like it was a funeral, instead of our wedding day. I was not surprised she showed up—just surprised she didn’t stop the wedding.

I had a great relationship with his father, grandparents, and friends. His mom thought I was the devil, and she had tried her best to keep us apart—even conspiring with his ex-girlfriend to break us up, and then trying to convince him to play basketball again and quit teaching.

Gabriel lifted my veil and stared into my eyes as the tears slowly slipped down my cheeks. Standing on my tiptoes, I met him halfway, and our mouths sealed our vows. It was a sensual, pulsating kiss that had my juices flowing. I was ready to take him into the bathroom for a quickie.

“I love you, Mrs. McCullough,” he said.

“I love you too, Mr. McCullough.”

He gently wiped the tears traveling down my face.  “How does it feel to marry a man 10 years younger than you, babe?”

“Like I have a lifetime to share new memories—”

The church doors opened, and a familiar voice cut me off. “Desiree!”

“Da—David?” I stuttered, shocked at his interruption.



Chiquita is an Author and Entrepreneur. Born in Memphis, TN, and currently a Los Angeles CA native. Her background in film/tv has taught and shaped her passion for writing with her debut romance novel Antonio and Sabrina Struck In Love. Favorite genre to write Contemporary Romantic Suspense. Since its debut, fans have embraced the unconventional love story of Sabrina Washington and Antonio De Luca. Amazon Best Seller in Italian, African American Drama,and Multicultral Romance. Check out her other work in Erotic, Paranormal and Women’s Fiction under amazon.com/kekerenee.

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#ExcerptReveal “Til I Overflow” by B. Love

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Til I Overflow by B. Love

She tried to fill him with love and drowned in the overflow.

It was ironic. Poetic Justice, maybe? Whatever the case, Rakeem Owens escaped the streets, and at his retirement party, his home was raided, and he was arrested for a crime he didn’t commit. After spending seven years in prison, he is given the opportunity of early release with two major stipulations – probation and volunteer work to give back to the community the Judge believed he took so much from. With no hesitation, Rakeem agrees, but when he finds out that he’ll be serving under Maliah Dixon… jail seems to be a better option.

It was karma. Fate, maybe? Whatever the case, Maliah Dixon is thrilled when she finds out Rakeem will be volunteering with her organization. She started it with her best friend before he went to jail, and it has been her main priority ever since. It was during a visit to see her best friend that she first set eyes on Rakeem, and now that he’s a free man, Maliah was sure there was nothing that would stand in the way of making Rakeem her man.

Rakeem’s heart has been closed and guarded for years, and it will take more than a pretty face and nice frame to soften him toward any woman. But Maliah is determined to not only fill him with her love but be cleansed in the overflow. There is one problem with both water and love, though. Both were soft enough to cleanse and give life yet hard enough to drown and destroy anyone or anything who stand in their way.


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We walked into the dining room hand in hand, memories flooding me with each step. When we were in school, we spent the weekend together at least three times a month. Sometimes it was at her place, sometimes at mine, but we were almost always together.

“I’ll tell you about him, but I want to know what’s up with you first. You’re glowing too, ma’am.”

We sat on the same couch, leg to leg. Hands still locked. Asia released a dramatic exhale before smiling widely. Her hand squeezed my thigh as her head shook.

“Okay, you’re not going to believe this, but…” She paused for dramatic effect, rattling my nerves even more. “I’m getting married!”

We both screamed as I pulled her into my arms.

“Oh my God! Congratulations, Asia! I’m so freaking happy for you!”

“Thank you, boo! And you know I have to have you as my wedding planner. There’s no way around it.” Her grip around me loosened. Voice lowered. “Well, mama wants me to meet with a few other planners. She says a professional should plan my wedding, but I told her that just because you never started a business centered around planning weddings that didn’t mean you were any less capable. I have four more people to meet with today, but I’ve already told daddy that I want you. Since they have agreed to pay for the wedding and let his parents pay for the reception, I’m going to entertain her, but you know you have the job. I’m not getting married if you don’t plan my wedding.”

“Girl, bye!” I yelled through my chuckle before hugging her again. “I’m so happy right now, Asia. For real. Who is he? How did you meet? How did he propose? I need all the details, honey.”

“He’s here now, actually. I’ll go get him so you can meet him. I’m surprised he hasn’t come down yet after hearing all this screaming.”

I chuckled as she stood to leave. Well I’ll be. Asia Hayes is about to get married. That’s crazy. I never thought the wild party child would get married before me, but you never can say. While I waited for her, I pulled my phone out to scroll through my calendar and social media.

“Why are you acting so funny?” I heard Asia ask with a strain in her voice. “You can go back upstairs after you meet her.”

Putting my phone up, I stood to meet the man that had successfully tamed my girl.

As soon as Damon appeared, my mouth opened wide. I snapped it shut not wanting to alarm Asia, but I couldn’t keep my hand from flying to my chest as my knees weakened. A chill shot to my core as my head began to spin. Lowering my hand to my stomach, I plopped down on the couch before my knees gave out on me.

Asia rushed over to me, wrapping her arm around me.

“Are you okay, Corrine?”

She pushed my hair out of my face as she fanned it with her hand, but that didn’t stop the queasy feeling from erupting in my stomach as my entire body heated.

“I have to throw up,” I announced, standing on wobbly legs. Not able to bear the sight of Damon, I lowered my head and my eyes as Asia led me out of the room, but the second I passed him I weakened all over again.

“Damon, help me,” she requested, unable to keep my body up with her own strength, but I’d rather fall than let him touch me again.

Jerking away, I leaned against the wall as I muttered, “I’m okay,” regretting opening my mouth. The vile taste of his betrayal began to rise within my throat. Covering my mouth, I kicked my shoes off and rushed down the hall as quickly as I could. Just making it, I fell against the toilet, emptying the contents of my stomach as I hugged it.

The juice.

The fruit.

His seeds.

The feel of Asia’s hand on my back only made me angrier, but I couldn’t take this out on her. Clearly she didn’t know that there was anything between me and Damon, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to slap the shit out of her for marrying my man.



Voted AAMBC’s 2018 Romance author of the year, Master storyteller, B. Love, is the unparalleled self-love teacher. As the powerhouse for modern-day womanhood, she pens contagious content that encourages readers to internalize admiration and intimacy. She allows her most powerful vessel to guide her stories, wholly.

Since age 12, Love has been spreading self-awareness, care, and appreciation. For close to three years, Love has authored over 75 publications centered around heart-piercing, reverence-worthy romance. Her novels not only entertain but challenge the audience to explore love. With a keen eye for passion, desire and dynamism she includes heuristic methods in her beautifully curated accounts of life.

B. Love’s entire persona is spearheaded by her incredible infatuation with the power of love. Contained within each novel, is an edification created for the glorification of self. Her pen bleeds for the souls who need just an inkling of empowerment. Each story is written with the intent to enlighten, engross and enkindle the passion in whoever picks up her book.




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