"Publishing Pipeline"
People often ask me what my favorite book of mine is, and the honest to goodness answer is: whichever one I'm currently writing! While I'm so excited to publish each new story, by the time I get there, I'm usually knee deep into another, maybe even two or three! If you're curious to know what I'm working on, and what's coming down the pipeline, this is the place to do that! So allow me to introduce you to some of my favorite characters right now, who's story's will be coming soon!
bdsm series
Synopsis: Aaliyah and her boss, affectionately nicknamed 'Titus the Terrible' by everyone at work, keep bumping heads. He is arrogant and abrasive, and after going through her second divorce due to her ex's cheating, she's not up for dealing with another man talking down to her. But something shifts... something changes between them when she decides to push back, finally standing up to Titus like he deserves. And that doesn't just gain her his respect, but there's suddenly something ELSE in his eyes. Xavier Titus doesn't just accept her talking down to him... he surprisingly seems to enjoy it.
Working Title: Her Power
EXCERPT I looked at him as he spoke, and I felt myself softening even more toward him. This man that didn’t trust anyone, that kept every single person at the office at a professional distance, had come to me in jeans and a t-shirt, told me his first name, and offered to clean my shoes. It was really all so simple, and I realized the truth he hadn’t been able to say when I asked why he’d asked me to come here. Because he trusted me. Because he wanted a friend in the office, and I’d told him that he didn’t have to earn my respect, that I was rooting for him. Xavier Titus saw me as safe. It was a beautiful compliment, and I wanted him to know that I understood without making it awkward. “I really appreciate you telling me that, Zay. I won’t tell anyone. You have my word.” He nodded, his smile small, his eyes sincere. “I know you won’t.” I wanted to reach out and touch him, to grab his hands, but I felt that would be inappropriate. Instead, I hoped my words would be the caress he needed. “Thank you for inviting me out. I’m really glad we’re gonna be friends.” The small smile he’d donned immediately disappeared. He shifted in his seat, eyes narrowed on mine. “I believe I’ve given you the wrong impression, Ms. Holloway.” That surprised me. “Oh yeah?” “Yes. I didn’t invite you out because I’m interested in being your friend. I invited you out because I’m interested in you. If that’s not something you want, please understand, your rejection would in no way affect your position at work, nor would it nullify our agreement for the elementary outreach. You have absolute power with me; you can say no.” Oh… Of all the things he could’ve said, I did not expect that. I sat, staring at him, blinking like an idiot, unsure of what to say. But he didn’t rush me, nor did he pressure me for a response. He just sat quietly, waiting, as if my hesitation were truly no problem to him. I looked at him, searching his eyes. It was easy for me to see the good in people, a little too easy, even when it wasn’t actually there. It was a problem that had gotten me hurt one too many times for my liking. I really wasn’t interested in settling down with another man that was just going to take advantage of my kindness and love. “I can say no?” I checked in. “And it won’t affect anything?” “That’s correct.” He said quickly and I nodded slowly. “OK, then. No.” He gulped, used his thumb to pop his knuckles one by one and then pursed his lips. I could see the sting of rejection in his eyes, but not once, not even for a second, did he look angry. “I respect that,” He answered, sitting up a little straighter before folding his arms on the table, his eyes still on mine. "May I ask why your answer is no?” I saw the way he ran his thumb across his knuckles, across his cuticles, a nervous tell. He cared how I responded, he was just trying not to show it. And not because he was like Raheim, trying to play it cool. But because he didn’t want me to feel pressured to do anything I didn’t want to do. And that, for some reason, made me want to do everything. “Honestly,” I responded. “I just needed to know that it could be no and it still be OK.” He exhaled, his shoulders relaxing as he smiled. He glanced away for the first time, a smile tilting his lips. He looked back at me. “Of course it’s OK. You have absolute power, Ms. Holloway. There’s nothing you could say to me that wouldn’t be OK.” I laughed loudly. “Oh, I seriously doubt that! I can think of a few things that probably wouldn’t be OK.” He smirked, a flash of excitement lighting his eyes as he simply said, “Try me.” I lost all the sass that I’d had just a moment ago as I averted my eyes away from his, playing with my napkin. “Do you actually know my name?” I asked and he looked at me as if the answer was obvious. “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” “You only call me Ms. Holloway. I wasn’t sure if you knew my first name.” “I’m aware of a great many things about you, Ms. Holloway.” I snapped, pointing at him. “See? It’s shit like that that scares me. What does that even mean?” His brow lifted in concern. “I scare you? I can assure you, you have absolutely no reason at all to fear me.” “But you said it yourself, that you garner respect out of fear.” “From everyone else. It’s different with you.” I chuckled. “Right, because I’m already rooting for you, right?” He shook his head. “No ma’am. Because I don’t need you to respect me. In fact, outside of the office, you are free to be as disrespectful to me as you see fit. Absolute power. Without exception.” I laughed, sure that he must be joking. He didn’t laugh, but he did offer me a soft smile before extending his hand. “I’d like to put my number in your phone.” “You don’t wanna take mine instead? What if I ghost you?” “I’d accept that as your official no.” I handed him my phone. “Jesus, Xavier, you’re not a punching bag. You make it sound like you’d accept anything I did to you!” The way he looked at me, I would almost swear he was turned on a little as he smirked and said, “You’re starting to catch on, Ms. Holloway. By all means, do your worst.” He handed me my phone and I looked down, glad to have an excuse not to respond to those words… I froze, looking at the new contact. Not Xavier Titus, not Xavier, not even Zay. My Punching Bag. I looked up at him, confused. He looked right back at me, steady. “Some friends of mine are getting together this Thursday evening for dinner. It would be an honor I don’t deserve if you chose to accompany me. Does that sound like something you might enjoy?” It was the way he asked it. There was something about the way he spoke that intrigued the hell out of me. He was so confident, so powerful, that hearing him speak to me with these subtle slights against himself turned me on in a way that just felt… wrong. But I didn’t correct him. Usually I would have. “Don’t talk down about yourself… Be kind to my friend…” I might have said to anyone else. But with him… nah. I wanted all of that sexy self-deprecation, and he looked at me as if he knew it, as if he knew how much I would love it. I had to chuckle as I shrugged my shoulders. “I might enjoy it,” I teased, tucking my phone into my purse. “I’ll toss you a pair of shoes to clean for me, just for the occasion.” His eyes flashed again. Excitement. Eagerness. Desire? No. There’s no way. Was there? He squirmed in his seat, lowering his eyes away from me as he nodded his head. “I look forward to it, Ms. Holloway.” Mmm. My heart raced a little… and so did other parts of me. I didn’t correct him. I didn’t tell him to call me Aaliyah. He seemed perfectly content to continue addressing me formally, and I don’t know why, but that shit was starting to grow on me.
bdsm series
Synopsis: Xiomara has a roster. She keeps her Subs on a rotation and each one fits perfectly in the place she's selected for him. But the mysterious Sub she's been talking to through an app for the past few months is making her want a little more than just messaging. She wants to see him, know more about him, and he refuses, and probably for good reason.
Because discovering who he really is will change EVERYTHING between them, and meeting him in person once and for all might mean allowing him to occupy all of the spots she'd said she would never relinquish, including the one inside her heart.
Working Title: The Favorite
EXCERPT I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been in love. And it wasn’t even that I avoided it. There was just nobody out there that had gotten me to the point where I felt like I could be in love or even see myself with them long term. Everyone was just so… well, boring. I had fun in this kink because I was fun; it’s why I loved being a Domme. I’d known after being a Sub for less than 2 weeks that I needed to be the one in control of the scenes. Most of the male Doms I met lacked creativity and inspiration. Everything was so routine and mundane. I couldn’t live like that. It was one of the things I loved about my little prince. He didn’t just shower me with money, though he did that as well. He curated experiences for me; he crafted reasons for me to live and as a Domme, I was so grateful to be able to step back sometimes and just let everything be thought through and planned out for me. I hadn’t been a Submissive in years, but if DobeDaddy ever wanted to try his hand at dominance, he was a man I could see myself switching for. All of our ‘visits’ happened at night. We’d never, in the five and a half months that I’d been talking to him, communicated during the day. I wanted to talk to him now, and not just through the app. I wanted to hear his voice again, not just to moan in my ear and tell me he was getting off, but to discuss plans with me, tell me about this trip that he had planned, tell me what his friends were saying. Biting my lip, I opened the app and, for the first time, initiated contact with him. MadameX: Hey. You busy? I was so used to us talking when he’d requested my time, that I wasn’t used to waiting to hear back from him. It surprised me that he didn’t respond right away, and it was weird what that small little hiccup aroused in me. Rejection? Is that what that was? Not that it mattered. It shouldn’t have mattered. He was nobody. Just a random, faceless stranger. But still. When I called, my Subs came running. If I was initiating contact, he should have been jumping at the opportunity to speak to me. It stung in a way I hadn’t been expecting that he wasn’t. And he didn’t. And because it was an app and not my actual phone, I couldn’t even tell if he’d seen my message or not. My three words just sat in limbo, just out there, making me feel desperate, even though I wasn’t. I closed out of the app, and forced myself not to look at it again. I went to my wax appointment, getting my body nice and smooth and then got my brows and lashes done as well. Leaving those appointments had me feelin’ myself and I couldn’t wait to throw my ass back on some unsuspecting nigga tonight. I walked to the mailbox, trying to decide which one of my Subs to call over when I heard my phone chime in my pocket. I knew just from the sound of the notification that it was the app, and if it was the app, it could only be my little Prince. I didn’t like that he’d made me wait four hours before responding to me, so I didn’t even bother pulling my phone out as I reached the mailboxes. My hand hit the puffy, mailer envelope and I immediately knew it was from him. I yanked out all of the mail, and stared at the envelope addressed to me, Xiomara Titus. Did I tell him my last name? I couldn’t remember if I had or not, but I figured it wasn’t that hard to figure out. But there was no return label, though. The small package looked imbalanced, and it’s funny, because that’s how I felt. This man knew everything about me—first and last name, address, face. And I knew nothing about him, not even if ‘Daniel’ was his real name. It was the strangest dynamic, and after just defending my choice to meet him to my sister-in-law, now, all of her doubts swirled in my mind. I carried the mail back to my apartment and waited until I was inside to open it. Dropping down on my bed, I tore the envelope and pulled out five VIP lanyards with tickets attached. I read it for less than twenty seconds before my eyes bulged and I realized this nigga had bought me, not one, not two, but five front row floor seat passes to the Dolo concert in two weeks! This concert had been sold out almost as soon as the ticket sales had opened! I’d looked it up before, just out of curiosity, and knew this shit wasn’t cheap. How the fuck… My mind started to question, but instead, I jerked my phone from my pocket, swiping my notifications down so I could tap the one I knew was waiting for me. DobeDaddy87: Hell nah! Always got time for you!! What’s up girl? That message softened me. Even if it’d taken him hours to respond, his excitement was noticeable, even through a damn app and I giggled, feeling pleased with myself all over again. Yeaaah. I’m that bitch… I confirmed as I responded to him. MadameX: Daniel HOW TF DID YOU GET DOLO TICKETS??!? WHO ARE YOU??? DobeDaddy87: Oh my surprise arrived huh? How’d I do? MadameX: NIGGA… He laughed at my one word reply by sending three laughing emojis. DobeDaddy87: If I send you the money you gon go get ya hair and nails done? You might go viral standin right by the stage I laughed, tossing my braids off my shoulders. MadameX: Hell yeah! This was the wrong gift my nigga! If Dolo pull me up on stage you might never hear from me again! DobeDaddy87: Damn its like that! Nigga worked on you for 6 months and he get you in 6 seconds?? MadameX: Should’ve showed me your face when you had the chance! Now you bout to miss me baby! He sent more laughing emojis and I grinned, glad he was enjoying this banter as much as I was. If only Aaliyah could be here for this, she’d get it. This was just too imperfect and natural not to be real. I believed Daniel was exactly who he said he was… I just wasn’t sure exactly who that was. DobeDaddy87: I’m sendin you with your homegirls hopin they’ll keep yo ass in line MadameX: Oh you aint met my hg’s! They want nothin more than to see my ass OUT of line. And just so you know they aint too happy about me meetin you DobeDaddy87: Damn! What I do?? MadameX: Nothing. That’s the problem. Idk anything about you and everyone is telling me meeting you in person is a mistake. DobeDaddy87: Yeah. I can relate. My people aint too happy about me meetin you either. Last chance to come clean. You aint a nigga are you?? I laughed out loud, shaking my head. MadameX: And if I am you just bought a nigga five tickets to the Dolo concert! What you gon do about it? DobeDaddy87: Shit that’s just money. I aint worried about that. My little heart probably won’t recover though. I’m gone off you girl… My mouth gaped as I stared at his words. This definitely wasn’t Sub talk. I bit my lip, re-reading his message. And this is why he was my ‘talk’ Sub. He made my heart flutter when he said sweet shit like that. And the fact that this was in the middle of the day now, not at night when I figured he was probably just horny and trying to get in a good nut before bed? I don’t know, it made a difference. I took a deep breath realizing I didn’t care what he looked like, I just wanted to see him, to touch him, to smell him. I wanted to hear his voice in person saying the same things to me he said in this app. I wanted to watch him respond to my pleasure in real time; I wanted to see my juices dripping from his perfectly full lips and sexy ass beard. I squirmed on my bed, pressing my thighs together. MadameX: I’m not pressuring you I’m just curious. Tell me why you don’t want me to see your face. Is it work? Are you scared I’ll do something with the pictures? I watched the typing indicator appear and disappear as it often did when he was put on the spot like this. I wondered what was going through his mind in those moments; if he was panicking or just trying to carefully formulate his words. DobeDaddy87: Yeah He said simply and I rolled my eyes, mad that I’d waited that long for him to simply send me back one damn word. I was a little annoyed and didn’t mind displaying that. MadameX: You can’t even be honest with me? You act like I’m asking you for your social security number. You’ve seen my face. You know my last name. You know my fucking address Daniel. I’m not even asking you for a picture! I’m just asking why you don’t want me to have one! DobeDaddy87: Shit. You mad at me baby? The simplistic obliviousness pissed me off and, I’m not gonna lie, I almost blocked him. But that ‘baby’ softened me, because in his eyes, even though we’d never met, even though I’d never seen his face, somehow he still saw me as his girl. Men are so fucking stupid. I sighed, closing my eyes, rubbing the tension out of my temple as another message came through. DobeDaddy87: I know ts is whack. I stg I know. I just need you to give me a little more time. Please. Don’t give up on me yet Xio. I frowned at the screen, wondering if he knew how absolutely fuckin’ ridiculous this was. MadameX: You have to give me SOMETHING. It doesn’t have to be a photo but you have to give me SOMETHING Daniel or I’m done. I hoped he knew I didn’t make idle threats, and hopefully he knew me well enough to know this wasn’t a situation he could throw money at. I waited. For longer than was comfortable. And then I continued to wait while he sorted it out in his mind. If he was going to consider me his Domme, his ‘girl,’ then he was going to have to earn that with something concrete. I realized after some time passed that he didn’t plan on responding and my shoulders dropped in disappointment. MadameX: Really? Nothing? That’s it? DobeDaddy87: Xio I don’t know how to give you what you’re askin for. I can’t. I’m sorry. I don’t wanna lose you but I can’t. I stared at the screen in disbelief, feeling my eyes sting a little bit with tears that surprised me more than his denial. Sniffing them back, I tapped the three dots in the corner of our chat, looked at the menu options, and with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, tapped, ‘Block.’