My next book is due out in May. This beautiful cover was done by Carl at Smart Dog Dezign. This book is near and dear to my heart. It’s an interracial romantic comedy, kinda fluffy, with some hot sex between the characters.
Here is the unofficial blurb
Micah doesn’t want to upset the apple cart, but he’ll have to do something if he wants to save his man the stress of relocating his grandfather’s business.
“So we’re starting out this month in the red. We really need to get some sales or we’ll be looking for a new place real soon. Oh, and by the way, the interest on the loan we took out together three months ago is going up because you missed a payment.”
Chase toyed with a pen on his desk. “Did you know Greg called me a slob?”
“No I didn’t, Chase, and this is further proof that you really don’t listen to anything I say.” Jennifer sounded frustrated.
Chase looked up at his partner and best friend, Jennifer Brightman. “I … I do listen, I’m just distracted, that’s all. I mean, how would you feel if your man just up and walked out on you without a freaking notice.”
Jennifer rolled her eyes. “I haven’t had a man in like three years, so excuse me for not feeling sympathetic,” she snapped.
“Fuck. Okay, okay.” Chase reached across the mountain of papers on his desk and grabbed Jennifer’s hand. “I’m sorry, Jenn. I really am.” Chase nibbled on his bottom lip. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been without a boyfriend.”
Jennifer twisted her lips up to the right. “Chase Whittaker, he just broke up with you a few days ago. You’d been with him for like six months. And by the way, news flash, you are a slob!”
“Am not!” Chase let go of her hand and shifted in his chair, causing a stack of books behind him to tumble to the floor.
“I rest my case.”
“No, no, I … I didn’t have a chance to put these away. These are some good ones a customer dropped off yesterday and I wanted to look them over before I set them on the shelves.” Chase turned to put them back.
“Chase, would you listen to yourself? You’re so busy defending your actions, you don’t notice the mess around you. I mean look? Old food boxes on the floor, bills, and junk mail all over what used to be our desk. Unless we have a private conversation, I don’t even come in here anymore. Did you notice I put my own table in the back with the CDs?”
“And I asked you why and you said to have your own space.”
“Yeah, to breathe,” she retorted.
Chase eyed his office and shook his head. “Okay, maybe I am a little messy, but hey I’m a guy.”
“I thought gay guys were supposed to be neat freaks.”
“Well, that’s where you’re wrong, Jenn. Not all gay men are neat and tidy. Anyways, I’m not a slob. Slob means things everywhere and a mess so bad I have bugs, right?”
Jennifer sighed and looked away at her cell phone, looking up the definition.
“Right?” Chase waited for the answer.
“Slob means unslovenly or untidy.”
“What? Let me see that!” Chase popped out of his chair and grabbed her phone He glaced at the screen. “Um, I’m not unattractive.”
“No you are not, but your untidy habits make you unattractive. Thank goodness you haven’t let your propensity to keep things as junky as possible get to your appearance! Just clean up your act a little and I’m sure you’ll be able to keep a boyfriend.”