This lighthearted romance story is about two young, ambitious singers. Janet Ashby and David Villa are different from each other in every way. Janet is a shy, African-American woman, and David is an outgoing, Hispanic ladies man. They have just one thing in common: outspoken, opportunistic talent agent Charlie Wilson.While on a summer tour, these ambitious singers find themselves performing together as a duo, only to become a surprise hit with the audience. Seeing their potential, Charlie convinces Janet and David that they will become even more successful as a full-time duo. There’s only one catch. Charlie wants them to be married.Having agreed to Charlie’s plan, Janet and David must now stay married for at least one year in order to become the superstars they yearn to be. Can the duo survive this marriage of convenience, or will their deception be discovered? Will their families accept their intercultural relationship? Can they overcome the obstacles of marrying for fame? Will their arrangement remain a business relationship, or will they stay together and marry for love?
Seemingly stuck in a marriage on the rocks, Jelani is tired of being unhappy, abused, and unfulfilled. Sticking around to save money, she’s quietly planning her departure. Spending more time with her coworker turned friend, she’s out and runs into a man she’s seen once before. Instantly, her interest is piqued, and she wants to know more about him.
Before being given an unexpected task, Juelz meets a woman he’s instantly drawn to. Over time, he runs into her on a few other occasions and confirms that he’s wildly attracted to her. Debating whether or not to fulfill the assignment he’s been given, Juelz finally decides to dismiss it for a chance with the woman he’s met.
While enjoying her time with the mysterious man, she learns some damning information, causing an abrupt and unexpected end to their brief relationship and Jelani’s flawed matrimony. Upset and closed off, she backs off and avoids the very one she wants.
Can Jelani bounce back from her agony and allow her heart another chance to bloom? Has Juelz’s business caused a rift too big to close?
Pursuing a serial killer becomes a life altering experience for Detective Veronica Sykes when it leads to the revelation of her cambion bloodline and plunges her into the world of dragons and demons.
Demons are real. The revelation tilts the world of Chicago’s homicide detective, Veronica Sykes. Learning she is a cambion, demon born, knocks it right off its axis.
Things go from bad to sideways when the demon she pursues turns the tables on her. With the help of Lachlan, a dragon liaison with the Predator Crime Unit, she uncovers the demon’s purpose… break his master out of hell.
To stop the demon, Veronica makes a bold move, but will her bravery force her into embracing her demon lineage or save her soul from the darkness within.
Anisa Links is on a fast track to success, love and happiness. Preparing to take her professional and personal life to the next level she attends a hair care and style symposium. She walks away inspired to explore a new hairstyle. No one in her life responds to her curiosity the way she expects. Changing her hair threatens to slow down her progress or free her to blaze her own trail.
In Dark City, anything goes. And if you have money, any sin can be excused.
It’s easy to overlook the young. No one listens when they speak. No one cares when they go missing. Alicia Powers goes from a loving household to a foster home filled with secrets. When the man she trusts betrays her and holds her captive for years, the only thing that keeps her going is revenge. He took her innocence. So she will take what he values most.
Blood Sisters is the story of a foster child who grows up and takes back her power.
These sexy vamps are dressed up and ready to thrill. Can you handle the ride?
Box set: Nine never-before-released seductive stories of your favorite immortals getting down to business on the graveyard shift.
They’re hungry, and only one thing will satisfy them. But getting access to the sweet blood of mortals can be… complicated. With Academy royals, vein-feeding bodyguards, soul-stealing shifters, and fated mates all desperate to slake their thirst, no gravestone is left unturned in this spine-tingling collection.
Containing nine complete tales and covering the entire electrifying gamut from reverse harems to cruel fae, this anthology might be more than you can take in one bedroom session.
Can you make it through the night without spilling a precious drop?
Eternal Bite is an arousing box set of nine full-length novels from the very best in paranormal romance. If you like sensual supernatural seducers, steamy affairs, and hot characters just waiting for nightfall, then you’ll love sinking your teeth into this deliciously spicy treat.
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The White Field is a fast-paced journey of a man, Tom, fresh out of prison
and trying desperately to rebuild his life. But he is caught by mysterious,
unseen forces beyond his knowledge or control. After his release from
prison, he is dropped back into the world in the wastelands of the city. In
the menial work afforded the underclass, he begins his new life among
characters at the edges of society, dwellers of the netherworld such as
Raphael, a former cop from Mexicali singing Spanish arias in the mists of
the industrial night among drug addicts and crooked cops; Tony, a stoner
scholar with an encyclopedic knowledge of history based solely on the
intricate study of rock and roll; and Larry, the bloated, abusive manager
trapped as much as his workers in a world of tedium and repetition and
machines. Think, The Three Stooges on acid. Unable to reconnect with
what’s left of his family, Tom embarks on a criminal path more
harrowing than the one that led him to prison in the first place. Lured in
by the nefarious, Thane, he slips into a plan that will leave him with no
way back. And with no place left in this world to go but prison, he makes
one last run for freedom. Will he escape?
Praise for The White Field:
“The White Field is a rabid yet tender odyssey into the oscillating
abyss of an ex- convict degenerating into redemption. Cole writes with
haunting splendor, illuminating the dreams of the doomed.”
—Matthew Dexter, author of The Ritalin Orgy
“Author Douglas Cole’s breakneck prose places us squarely in
the hectic mind of a man influenced from all sides, seeking a life free from
fear. The result is a stunning narrative that is simultaneously frightening
and familiar.” —Kerri Farrell Foley, Managing Editor Crack The
I walked into the sun. It seared the road and the rooftops, intense, blinding. I went up Eighty-Eighth Street through the homes and the old elms with their heavy summer growth and darkness along their limbs, light strobing through the shadows. I knew someone might recognize me. They might even call the police. But I couldn’t resist. I was free, now. Nobody could touch me.
Only those who cared, and by now there were none, would have known my
release date. My wife may have known. At one time, I imagined her writing it
on a wall calendar, marking off each day leading up to it with a big, black
X. But I knew I’d fallen far from her thoughts.
I couldn’t be sure of my children, though. They were so young when I
went in they could have forgotten all about me. My wife had remarried. Very
likely they called her new husband daddy. Very likely, they thought he was.
Events had erased me. After all, I’d made no contact. And while I had
no idea what my wife might have told them, unless she’d changed in
ways I couldn’t foresee, I knew she’d tell them the truth if
they asked and say nothing if they didn’t. At worst, they believed I
And that life seemed like something unreal. There were no traces of it
around here. But my sense of time was way off. From counting, literally,
minutes as they passed, I went into a vast timeless trancezone where whole
years vanished. In the midst of this, I reemerged from time to time to peer
into my little cell of life with seconds hanging like drops of water on a
window ledge and refusing to fall. But now, walking this street, I was the
last person anyone around here was expecting to see.
So, as I went up Eighty-Eighth to the old house, I had this strange feeling
that I was invisible. In the dusk light, I saw the windows of the houses
blazing. Commuters on their way home shot by and curved around the meridians
in the intersections, their faces steel traps that snapped and flashed
mirror eyes and grim lips and frenzy, frenzy for home, motion so fast they
blurred into tracer ribbons. And the sun only cloaked me that much more.
Even my shadow was a rail.
And I heard it, that high tension ping, like my own past ringing from the
driveway and those days when I was a kid, too, playing into evening as our
faces disappeared in the darkness with only the square of the backboard
above and the black sphere of the ball and the heat and breath of the other
players around me. Then I saw them, three boys playing basketball in the
driveway. One was a tall gangly kid with long black hair and ripped jeans
and a T-shirt with the word ENEMY printed on it. Another kid stood beside
him, but the light made it hard to see his features. Then, the ball landed
on the rim, bounced up, arced over to the other side of the rim, hung there
suspended in the net for a moment and then dropped through. The third boy
stood back from his shot with his hands on his hips, breathing hard, turning
his head slowly as I saw, I swear, my own face there in front of me.
With a brow of concentration like a hawk’s predatory gaze, he looked
at me as our eyes locked for an eternal moment that I thought carried some
recognition, but the moment changed before I could read it.
Then, I was passing on, and my son returned to his game.
About the Author
Douglas Cole has published six collections of poetry, a novella and has a
novel, The White Field, coming out in September with Touchpoint Press. His
work has appeared in several anthologies as well as The Chicago Quarterly
Review, The Galway Review, Bitter Oleander, Louisiana Literature and
Slipstream. He has been nominated twice for a Pushcart and Best of the Net
and received the Leslie Hunt Memorial Prize in Poetry. He lives and teaches
in Seattle. His website is https://douglastcole.com/.
Animal Instincts: The Urban Jungle is a collection of creative stories based on the lives of animals in an urban underworld jungle. The stories are focused around a family of outlaw rabbits who are fixtures in the criminal activities taking place in the jungle while trying to maintain a balanced life and family structure. Deceit and mistrust lead the rabbits down a dark rabbit hole of revenge and murder.
There are no happily-ever-after’s in these stories. Join the Jackson rabbits as they navigate their way through the urban jungle using their Animal Instincts.
S.L. Jackson, an Urban Fantasy Author, from Inkster, MI, who now resides in metro-Detroit first entered the publishing scene in 2019 with the novella ‘Animal Instincts: The Urban Jungle’. He is an auto worker, a community activist skilled in the art of urban jungle survival, a podcaster, and a former entertainer and entertainment education provider. You can always find him reading, watching, and listening to interviews, helping others achieve their goals, and busying with anything that challenges his creativity. “Writing is my way to escape,” Jackson says.
Even though his first novella ‘Animal Instincts: The Urban Jungle’ is considered an Urban Fantasy he prefers not to place himself in a box and stunt the growth of his creativity by limiting himself to one genre. He is the creator of the hashtag #respecturbanauthors. He has been nominated for several awards that include Feathered Quill Awards, Ippy/Elit Awards, Top Shelf Magazine Awards, and Top Shelf Book Cover Awards. His podcast “The Connected Experience” is a cultural and lifestyle show.
Jackson is currently working on a comic book and cartoon series for ‘Animal Instincts: The Urban Jungle’. His plans also include more books, awards, and his books placed in libraries across the world. “Animal Instincts: The Urban Jungle” has won the GOLD MEDAL award for “Short Story Fiction” at the 2020 eLit Book awards.
THE FINAL PLAY BY SHELLY ELLIS | COMING OCTOBER 29
No matter how tough the odds, Ricky, Derrick, and Jamal learned to unite and fight during their time at the Branch Avenue Boys’ Youth Institute. But their adult lives have driven them apart—and set off a series of events their friendship may not survive.
All Jamal’s political achievements can’t erase his bargain with D.C.’s corrupt mayor. And when he finds himself the latest target on Mayor Johnson’s hit list, he’ll risk everything to end the mayor’s deadly reign—even if it’s the last move he ever makes.
Institute head Derrick refuses to cave to D.C. drug king pin Dolla Dolla and sell out all he believes in. But his courageous stand might cost him the Institute—and the woman he loves . . .
With a pregnant girlfriend, Ricky can’t stay on the run forever. Now he’s making a dangerous play to win. But with Derrick and Jamal in Dolla’s sights, Ricky and his friends must resolve the conflicts keeping them apart if they want to come back together—even if that means none of the Branch Avenue Boys will be left standing . . .
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.
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 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.
ABOUT B. LOVE
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.