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A Street Kings Melody by Clifton Dutton releases on Oct 21st #TeamDelphine

streetkings (1)DC, the murder capital, city of terror, its within these streets where a Prince will come to rise. Prince is a young man with a sadistic inner soul that was created by the tragic events of his early childhood. Though these events have been suppressed deep in his mind, these are the traits that make him the man he is. As the pages turn in the roller coaster ride of Prince races towards the Man that stole young life, as he knew it, you can’t help but to cheer for the one American Gangster you hate to love.

Family, this is the one word that Prince lives by. His father, the most feared man on the east coast has lived in solace until Prince came along. His son has broken down that wall in a since but in reality actually made it stronger. The loyalties they have to one another literally define the word. As his father teaches him the family business the sadistic side that Prince has only make the business flourish to new heights.

The maid and tutor his father hired for him is the only mother he knows. Her Spanish heritage along with her being raised in the projects strengthens his will to be the best he can be. Class president, 4.0 student, and loyalty almost to a fault are the words to describe this young man. Money beyond his wildest dreams is a non-factor to his personality. Spoiled, never, he will give his last to see the person closes to him happy.

For the young man considered to be superman has over looked the one thing superman couldn’t defeat, kryptonite. Princes kryptonite name is Maria. His girlfriend, love of his life, the reason he feels life is all about maybe the one thing that ends his. As the circle of life strolls along Prince has to learn on the move with it, but will he play checkers or will he play chess?

Prince to a King is a novel that emphasizes the phrase. His father is the King and only his Prince can take the thrown. Chapter after chapter you will learn that this saga is much more then a gangster story, more then a love story, but a an epic movie viewed in print.

Torn: Confessions of a Selfish Lover by M. Bradley and excerpt #TeamDelphine

TAMIKA_CONFESSIONSOFSELFISHOn the outside, Vince is every woman’s dream. He is a summa cum laude Morehouse graduate, and CEO of his own company.  He’s handsome, rich, charming, single, and he has no children. So what’s the catch? Unfortunately, he also comes with baggage you wouldn’t believe.

After losing his father, love lost its luster and he fell back into his youthful playboy ways. Vince decides to make his 32nd birthday the last one he spends as a single man, after a conversation with his best friend. However, love doesn’t follow a set schedule and the bad habits of “Instant Vincent” aren’t so eager to go away.

Vince begins to wonder if it’s true that love really doesn’t love him and his search leads him closer to home. Mykael, is his doting young assistant, who he now sees through a different set of eyes. Then there is Ksenia, the Russian bombshell with whom the connection was instant and undeniable. Before long, Vince finds himself moving from being shunned by love, to having a pair of incredible women to choose between.  Faced with  a decision that could leave someone with a broken heart, he must choose.  Will he still have the power to choose, or will the choice already have been made for him?


That Saturday, Nechole and I went out.  I’m still kicking myself over that date as we speak.  I picked her up at her apartment in College Park (her profile said she lived in Dunwoody).  When she came out, she was dressed in some stretch pants, a man’s dress shirt and some high heeled Jordans.  I immediately felt overdressed in my tailor-made sharkskin suit, pink Hermès shirt and tie and black Gucci loafers.

“Ooh shit! You drive a Range Rover! Damn, you ballin’,” she exclaimed as she climbed into the passenger seat.

“I do alright for myself,” I responded, trying my hardest to hide the utter disgust that threatened to erupt all over my face.

“So, where we going?” she asked as she pulled down the visor so she could check her makeup in the vanity mirror.

“I made reservations at Silver Spoon.  Is that okay?” I answered as I got on the highway to head towards the restaurant.

“That place is kinda bougie, but I guess it’s fine.”

“We can go somewhere else, if you want,” I insisted, even though I hoped she would decline.

“Nah boo, Silver Spoon is okay if that’s where you wanna go.”

When we arrived at the restaurant, things went even further downhill.  The hostess sat us at our table and Nechole used the salad fork to pick something out of her teeth.  Our waitress, Brittanye, came to the table to introduce herself and ask what we would like to drink just in time to catch the end of this spectacle.  When she regained herself, I said, “Hi, you just received a case of 2010 Giacondo Chardonnay.  We’d like a bottle of that, please.”  I turned towards Nechole and asked, “Are you okay with white wine?”  She nodded and went back to looking at the menu.

Brittanye shot me a confused look and quickly scanned the wine menu.  “Are you sure, sir? I don’t see that wine on our list.”

I took a deep breath.  “I’m very sure; I had the crate delivered here before Christmas.”  Brittanye looked even more confused and started to scan the room for some assistance.

“Who’s the Manager on duty tonight?” I asked, trying my best to remain calm.

“Gerald is the current Manager on duty, sir.  Is there a problem?” she replied, looking even more nervous.

I smiled to reassure her.  “No, there’s no problem.  But if you could please have Gerald come over, that would be great.”  Brittanye excused herself and went to retrieve the Manager.

“You not about to get that girl fired before New Year’s Eve, are you?” Nechole asked.  Her eyes full of concern.

“God no, I just want to make sure that the wine I bought is here.  That’s all.”

Her face softened and she sat back in her chair as Gerald approached.  “Mr. Coleman, so good to see you again,” he said as we shook hands.  “The wine you ordered arrived a few days ago.  We weren’t sure if it was for the restaurant or your personal use, so we left the crate unopened in the wine cellar.  I’ll gladly have a bottle brought up for you.”

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Can’t Love What I Don’t Trust 2 [Excerpt] by Khara Campbell

Cantlove2Just when Cassandra thought perhaps she was getting her life on track, she’s faced with an unwanted pregnancy, by a man she doesn’t love and who doesn’t love her back.

It seems history is repeating itself for Marco as well – a second woman pregnant from a one night stand? He wants to do the right thing but Cassandra refuses to be just his obligation. She’d been there, done that and didn’t want a repeat. Besides, there was still Damian.

And then when doubt creeps in – trust is on the line. Is the baby even his?

The day that Cassandra had been working hard toward for years had finally arrived. It was her graduation day, she would receive her Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration. She was ecstatic. All the hard work: late hours studying, traveling back and forth to classes around her work schedule, tuition payments and paying extra in child care, it all was beneficial for this day.

Cassandra proudly sat in her seat in the auditorium wearing her cap and gown, along with the other graduates, staff and family and friends that were in attendance for the College of The Bahamas commencement ceremony.

Graduating summa cum laude, Cassandra stood when her name was called. Her heart was thundering in her chest and she held back the tears that wanted to spring free. “This is it!” she told herself as she walked up the steps to receive her diploma. The crowd was cheering her on, which added to whole surreal feeling of the occasion for her.

She recognized a few distinct voices in the crowd. She turned her head and saw Josiah and Trinity, standing and cheering her name. They stood next to Veronica who was also applauding loudly, whooping “Cassandra, Cassandra!” Standing next to her was Damian. He’d insisted on coming, so Cassandra finally introduced him to her kids as her friend. He too was proudly cheering her on. To her surprise, two rows behind where Damian and the others were sitting, was her mother. The sight of Claudia really shocked her. The fact that her mother was actually standing up applauding as well deepened her surprise.

Cassandra accepted her diploma and congratulatory hug from the college President. Veronica had made her way to the stage to snap a few photos. As she walked to the other end of the stage to return to her seat, she heard another deep male voice shouting out her name, she turned her head and there, a few rows from the back was Marco, standing next to his twin sisters. Their eyes locked, then he winked at her. And just like that he had her hot and bothered.

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Pink Shades of Seduction by Hazel Mills

Shadesofpink (1)Whether newly discovered or rekindled, there is no feeling in the world like pure passion coursing through our veins. It erupts at our core and allows us to be free and uninhibited. Shades of Pink Seduction explores passions that are buried deep in the subconscious and allow you to completely surrender to love and lust on your terms. Hazel Mills delivers uncharted stories that give erotica an entirely new meaning. What lies between the pages is seduction at your fingertips.

Also by Hazel Mills, Mr. Wrong After All.


“Damon, I’m about to write you a check for a great deal of money. I need to know all there is to know about the potential recipient.”

“Oh, I see,” he replied, leaning back in his black leather chair. “Well, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Not at all. I’m an open book,” I answered. I sat down in the black leather chair across from his desk and crossed my shapely caramel legs, allowing for a slight rise in my skirt. The peekaboo view of my black thong made him stutter.

“Umm… well… are you married, engaged, or dating?” he asked, trying extremely hard but unsuccessfully not to stare at my thick calves.

“No, no, and no.”

Damon cleared his throat and flashed a full smile that appeared to be ten miles wide, indicating that he was clearly pleased with my responses.

“Any prospects?”

Licking my glossed lips, I answered, “Well, I’ve got my eye on a sexy car salesman.”

“Is that right?”

His voice was different now. It was even deeper and sexier. In it, I heard the definite possibility of falling asleep in Damon’s arms at night and waking him with plenty of good loving and good food in the morning.

“That is exactly right,” I answered, taking off my panties and tossing them onto the purchase order form on the desk in front of him. Damon’s eyes widened and his forehead began to secrete tiny beads of sweat.

“Ms. James…” he said as he lifted the thong with his pen.


“This is highly inappropriate. We have to maintain a professional relationship. You have to put your panties back on.”

“You know that you can barely resist the urge to inhale the scent of my sex. Go ahead. Do it. No one is watching.”

“I can’t, Ms. James. Please, put your underwear back on before my manager walks in,” he begged and then threw them back into my lap. I couldn’t believe that he was turning down what I know to be the sweetest pussy on the planet.

“No. I prefer not to,” I said as I opened my shapely legs even wider, modeling the thin hairy strip that led the way to my treasure cove. “I know that you want to look.”

“You know what? Let’s just go ahead and finish up here,” he stuttered.

“Fine with me.”

He can’t be gay. If he is, it is a damn waste of good dick.

“What do you do for a living, Ms. James?” he asked.

“I’m an author.”

“An author? Really? That’s interesting. What genre?”

I smiled and allowed my hazel brown eyes to lock with his.


“Oh really?”


“Where do you get the inspiration for your stories?”

I knew you couldn’t resist. You do want to fuck me. I don’t know why you are playing games. But if a game is what you want…

“Here and there,” I answered. I immediately knew what his next question would be.  It’s what people, especially men, always ask me when I tell them the type of stories I write.

“Are any of your stories written about personal experiences?”

Bingo! I knew it. Same question.

“A few.”

I could tell from the curious look on Damon’s beautiful face that my response intrigued him. For the rest of the afternoon, I asked and answered a lot of questions. Some of them actually concerned the major purchase I was about to make.

After I laid out the custom features I wanted, like the red monogrammed driver’s side headrest and the twelve disk CD magazine, Damon said that it would take a few weeks to get it all done. He then volunteered to personally deliver the automobile to my home.

“Maybe you’ll let me take you for a ride when you deliver the car,” I seductively offered, hoping that he would understand exactly what I meant.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he answered, rising from his seat for the first time since we’d entered his office. One look at the mouthwatering bulge that was barely contained by his zipper and I knew why he had remained seated.

Mmm…I bet you are hung like a Brahma bull.

I took my panties and tucked them into the pocket of his blue shirt.

“One whiff of my essence and I promise, you won’t be able to think about anything else,” I whispered as I put on my Chanel sunglasses and sashayed out of the dealership.

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