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November 19, 2019
Keeping secrets….Romantically Ever After
Y’all I’ve been holding out. 
November 7, 2019
Select Love is Available Now!
Y’all I love this series and I love these two!!! Okay. I’ll stop shouting. It’s time for another Blazin’ Love romance.
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Get YOUR Copy Today!ABOUTTrading the turkey for a bad boy…
It’s Thanksgiving.
I’m straddled on the back of a Harley. This story will go down in history about how I trade in my luxury holiday trip for a road trip on a motorcycle.
I’m Payton Stephens, I own several luxury car dealerships, and I’m one-tenth of the badass women behind Platinum Prestige. My assignment—oversee the custom build of two motorcycles—and it seemed straightforward until I walked into Cade’s lair.
All my contacts pointed to one man for the job, Cade Reynolds. This man screams dangerous, hot, and heartbreaker. But there’s something about his rough edges and the taste of his kisses that has me hungry for more.
Then he challenges me to a game of strip poker. I forget the turkey with beef on my mind. And the good girl in me hopes it’s possible to snag this bad boy because I’m all in leather, lacy, and all.
Blazin’ Love is a series of steamy romance novellas and part of the Steamy Sensations Holiday Love project. This BWWM romance features a millionaire woman, alpha bad boy, a happily-ever-after, and catch up with characters from other Ja’Nese Dixon books. Get your index finger ready…
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EXCERPT
“You triggered the alarm.” I clear the shadows of the building curious to see her up close. I point to the security cameras, but her sharp eyes remain glued to my face.
Her presence on the premises did trigger the security system. Still, it was my unsteady legs that caused all my tools to tumble in the garage. I caught a glimpse of her brown satin skin, feline eyes, enclosed by honey-colored hair.
God, she’s beautiful. I take another step, and she steps back.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. But the addition of the showroom seems to attract the good and bad.” I shrug it off. “The bad have learned to stay away from my property, but the chrome dressed beauties on the showroom floor are magnets.”
“How did you know my name?”
She speaks… “I received a few messages from you. But I haven’t gotten around to returning your phone calls.”
“You ignored them?” Her brows bunch.
“Yes, it’s the best way to get rid of unwanted requests.”
“Unwanted requests. How do you know it’s an unwanted request if you don’t return the call?”
“Because I have a two-year waiting list.”
“Two years!” She shouts.
I nod with a smile. “I’m a man in demand. But you can reach someone in sales between nine and six, Monday through Saturday. I’m sure they can help you find something that suits your needs.”
“But, I came to talk to you.” Her voice fades.
“And you did. Let me walk you to your car.” Keeping my hands to myself seems like the most challenging task of the night. Her eyes, her voice, all call to me, and the word is clear: mine.
However, women like her have no place in my world. A world of bikers and beer, rowdy men and women willing and ready to claim a Steel Ryder, especially the founder and president.
Payton is the exact opposite of what I need, even if I want her.
We walk in silence, and I slide my hands in my pockets. I look out over the parking lot to her sleek black sports car. A vehicle says a lot about a person. The sexy streamline coupe is much like the owner.
The Bentley Continental makes me swing my eyes back to the beauty beside me. This baby starts at six figures.
“Gift from daddy?” I ask, reaching for the door.
“No, a gift from myself.” She pushes my hand away, opening the door for herself. The moment she touches me, I forget this is not something I want. I slam the door closed and stare into her eyes.
“How about a tour of the place?”
“I’d rather not. You’ve made it clear that we have competing goals. It’s best that I take my business elsewhere.” Her response is accurate, but her abrasive tone calls to the man in me.
“I’m sure we can work something out.” I step back to avoid her swinging door.
“You. Wish.” The door slams, and the purr of her engine follows.
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October 31, 2019
Pretend for Me is Available Now!
Happy Halloween!!! Here we go…another installment in the Blazin’ Love series Pretend for Me. It’s a side story to the main series but I think you’ll love it. 
It features Tia (Xavier’s twin) and Cash.
Get ready for another steamy one. Enjoy!
Get YOUR Copy Today!ABOUTHis sexy voice tatted a vivid image in my mind, and tonight I plan to see if what he’s singing is true.
Tia
I’m a single mother, and my son’s father succeeded in killing the romantic in me. I was young and dumb, and now I’m older and wiser. But Cash, a tatted R&B crooner has me jonesing. And tonight I agree to another mistake…
One night with him.
Cash
I’m hot now. Sold out shows, screaming fans, naked woman trying to sneak in my hotel rooms. Her brother will kill me for agreeing to her proposition. But hearing her velvet voice whisper my name, imagining her long legs wrapped around my waist, and dreaming of her curvy body against mine inspired every lyric on my album. I’m done waiting, all I need is…
One night with her… because I’m playing for keeps.
EXCERPT
I look across the parking lot, and Cash steps out of his midnight blue SUV.
“What is it, Tia?”
The alarm in her voice makes me force out a single word. “Cash.”
“Can I offer a word of advice?”
He’s wearing Js, blue jeans, and a Brand X tee. The man walks like the world is waiting for his arrival. Never fast. Never slow. But it’s a sexy stroll that’s just right, making everyone stop and take notice. Even me.
“Uh-huh.”
“Love comes when you least expect it, but you need it most.” I shake my head so hard my hoop earrings rattle. “The last thing I wanted was a twenty-three-year-old man to come in and turn my life upside down. But that’s what I got, and you know what?”
“What?” I whisper as Cash stops outside my car, and I can’t pull my gaze from his.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’m so thankful he didn’t let me run.”
“I love you too.” The tenderness in X’s voice makes me wish I was more like him. I figure there must be an ounce of his unwavering resolve in me since we’re identical twins.
Ryann fought their relationship because of the age difference, but like always, X wouldn’t take no for an answer. Maybe it’s time I take a few hints from my brother, to find what I want and don’t stop until I get it. And right now, I want Cash.
“I’ll talk with you guys later,” I mumble because it sounds like they’re about to make twins over there. “And take care of my baby!”
“We got him. Thanks, Big Sis.” X is back on the phone.
“Love you,” they sing, and then I’m left alone with a tempting man waiting for me.
I’m left with a decision. What am I going to do? This has disaster written all over it.
I don’t have a lot of options. Two seem to cover it, either satisfy my curiosity or keep running.
I’m sure he has plenty of women vying for his time. That’s not my business, I remind myself. I’m going to ask him out even if it’s another mistake in the making. But will it eliminate my desire and erase this insatiable itch to have him?
I reach for the door handle and step out on rubber legs. I lock the doors and walk to him with my back straight, my shoulders back. Then I swallow my pride and ignore my fear of rejection.
“Cash, will you spend one night with me?”
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October 30, 2019
Devoted Love is Available Now!
I have to apologize. I totally forgot I have people subscribed to my blog that are not subscribe to my newsletter. So, I have a couple of releases to update you on. And I’ll make sure to keep you in the loop.
Also, get ready for more content. I want to pump some life into my blog. I hope you’re ready.
Now, to the latest book in the Blazin’ Love series, Devoted Love.
We only have a few more left. OMG!!!
Get YOUR Copy Today!ABOUTWhen it comes to love, age ain’t nothing but a number.
Rhonda Smith had to open her big mouth when she promised Asher and Yuki, her grown children, that she’d open her heart to love. And she intended to keep that promise until she learned dating ain’t what it used to be.
Now there are apps for that. Not to mention speed dating, blind dates, and singles gatherings. To top it all off, there’s Netflix and chills, and social media.
God help her.
She’s a widower with nothing to lose, hoping for a second chance at her happily ever after, even if it means surviving absurd dates and kissing a few toads to find a suitable, mature man.
But when Jaxon Reinheart unexpectantly adds his name to her dance card, Rhonda throws caution to the wind. The much younger, single dad, plans to show her that love and chivalry are alive and well.
If…she’ll let him.
EXCERPT
Black girls rock. Hands down. No chaser. But what about freaks?
I’m not the norm. I get it. I’ve learned to accept my small corner of the world. Because I’m a Black girl who loves coding and video games and reading and cats and… I glance up from the online dating site, and they’re all waiting on me.
I squirm in my seat and close my laptop. I sent an SOS message, and thankfully my guys—Hunter, Harper, Charlee, Taylor, Parker, Ryann, Payton, Alex, and Chase—came running. Now, all ten of us are squeezed in this booth.
God, I love this.
I can always count on them, and they accept me for who I am and all my weird ways. I drop my head to gather my thoughts and string together the explanation needed to get some stuff off my chest. Finally, sharing this truth with someone other than myself is like standing in the middle of a crowded room and flashing my bare ass.
I’m sure that breaks another Black girl rule. But I hate the elastic and boy shorts ride, which is neither here nor there. My lack of panties won’t help me complete this damn dating profile.
Who can introduce their true self in a fill-in-the-blank form?
Nobody.
I started filling in the blanks, and I realize how different I am. Then I start comparing myself to the competition, and from there it’s a slippery slope, because the reality is, I’m then added to a database with women who look like them.
I scan around the table. My guys are dimes and fuckin’ rich, but their hearts are platinum, and I can’t believe they’re mine. I blink as my vision blurs.
“Don’t you start crying, Jordan,” Alex demands.
“Are you pregnant?” Payton asks. “I wouldn’t be surprised. It seems we’re multiplying at a rapid pace around here.” She snickers.
“Ha ha ha…” Charlee’s laugh lacks humor causing the others to laugh uncontrollably. “I don’t know what you heifas are laughing about. I got stretch marks up to my damn eyeballs, and she got pregnant jokes.”
Ryann starts choking, and I gently pat her back. The topic of babies and husbands and the few of us still “holding out” circles around the table. I laugh, and this is why I called them. My crying and weird ways don’t scare them off. And the snappy attitudes and quick comebacks are a vital component of their sisterly love.
“I’m in my feelings, y’all.” I sit back and stare across the room, unsettling thoughts about life, and love swirl around in my head. I take a deep breath, here goes nothing. “I’ve come to a few conclusions.”
“This is why you all should get pregnant.” Charlee sits forward with her hand scanning our side of the table. This side holds the childless and manless variety of our crew. “Because kids mean you don’t have time to think.”
“Jordan, you better jump in because once she starts talking about babies, she moves to men. From men, she naturally transitions to talking about her man. This means we’ll have to hear all the juicy details about Darius and his chocolates.” Payton wiggles her eyebrows, and we howl. It’s true. They jump each other’s bones like horny teenagers.
“Stop hatin’ it ain’t cute!” Charlee shakes her shoulders, and that’s what I want. Not Darius or his chocolate but my own somebody, which brings me back to this emergency meeting.
“I’ve been thinking,” I start again, and they all turn to face me. “Speed dating didn’t work. Hooking up didn’t work. And now, here I am trying to create a damn profile for online dating. I’m starting to believe love’s not for me.”
They gasp.
“Oh, the horror… That must be an oxymoron. Me without love,” I say more to myself than them as I work this out. “Love not being for me is worse than thinking I can never have ice cream or German chocolate cake or wine or…have my toes curl from ecstasy. I want it. But for some reason, it slips through my fingers.” I nervously twist the hem of my shirt as I roll my shoulders back because hunching like the coding nerd I am is unladylike. “I’m starting to think it’s the packaging.”
I can’t meet their probing glances. We’ve been friends since high school, our ages vary, our lifestyles vary, but what remains constant is the GIB—guys in black—roll deep. You fuck with one, you fuck with all of us. And they’ll search and destroy the culprit responsible for bringing a guy down.
But the culprit this time is me. I’m tired of living this shell of a life.
“The packaging of love?” I peek up at Parker, and I get the confused expression. I’m not making much sense.
“Wait, start over because you can’t be saying what I think you’re saying.” Ryann gives me a stern stare down.
“I want to be someone different for a change.” My brain recalls the blank fields from the form. “Think of it…as a social experiment.”
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September 20, 2019
Can I Have You? Is Available Now!
Can I Have You? is available. Y’all…this is our first peek into Madison Grove a fictitious town I created in Texas. It’s a small town I hope to share more of in the future. In this story, we meet Mac and Destiny.
Love hurts…is the truth and the lie powering Destiny forward until she crosses paths with an unmovable object, Ethan “Mac” McKenzie. But will her obsessed ex, a cop, ruin her second chance?
Get YOUR Copy Today!ABOUTI’m trapped in a beautiful prison. Ryan’s badge keeps me submissive long enough to formulate a plan. Because I can’t stay.
So, I do the unthinkable running back to the only place I consider home, Madison Grove, with him hot on my heels. Then I find Mac again, and he makes my heart ache for more, thanks to his small-town charm and quiet determination. But I’m on borrowed time.
I’m trapped between an obsessed cop and an ex-Marine, outrunning my destiny or finding my forever or both. Because I can’t trust love.
Or can I?
EXCERPT
“Dez! Get your ass out here. We want another round.”
I shake my head, exhaling the pent-up energy in my chest. I complete the message to my sister Faith considering my next move. I don’t want to go out there again.
Ryan and his boys yelled and cheered for the past two hours while watching the football game. But with each quarter they got more agitated, questioning the referee’s rulings, berating the owner, and cursing the coaches as their beloved team loses the game. I hear the rustle of clothes.
Oh hell, he’s coming back here. I stand dropping my phone in my back pocket. I yank the hem of my shirt out to hide it. He doesn’t know about her or this phone. I cross the room, pausing in the doorway to listen again. The last thing they need is another round, but Ryan is better handled passed out than awake.
I slip out walking pass the media room and slow down at the sight of their shocked faces. That room is my favorite in the house. Ryan had spared no expense when decorating from the flooring to the high vaulted ceiling. He hired an interior designer and customized everything, but it’s the entertainment center with surround sound that has their eyes glued to the screen.
“Ahhh man! Did he just fumble?” Ryan snaps to his feet, pointing at the life-size player then his angry eyes find mine. “Why are you draggin’ your feet like we have all fuckin’ night?”
Let me get his damn beers. I move faster, entering the kitchen. I flick on the light, his eyes watch my every move. I can’t piss without him standing outside the bathroom since my last runaway attempt.
“Touchdown!” The roar of their cheers echoes through the house as the rumbustious guys get louder. I glance over, and they’re dabbing and congratulating each other like they made the pass.
Play nice Destiny. I lower my head into the refrigerator. The sweet aroma of melon greets me. I push air out my mouth in anguish because I’ve extinguished all of my plans, now I’m left with waiting for an opportunity to arise. The only way I’ll get out of here alive is to make Ryan believe that he can trust me.
I push around the beverages and condiments on the top shelf and find three beers left. Then I open the bottom drawer spotting the grapes. I pop one in my mouth, slamming it shut. Nope, only three. And there’s three of them.
I stay folded over and lift my eyes to peek over the top of the refrigerator door. Ryan is sitting in the recliner focused on the game. Mike, his partner, is talking in his ear, pointing back and forth at the screen as if discussing a play. I reach inside, keeping my eyes trained on Ryan, and remove a beer. I used the tip of my nail and slide it under the tab, slowly releasing the air from the can.
Once the hissing stops, I hold my breath, pressing the tab. The faint crack of the can opening sends my eyes across the room again. He didn’t hear it, sighing in relief.
Hurry Destiny.
I extend my hand with the opened can to the sink. I’m lightheaded because I refuse to breathe. He can’t see what I’m doing or he’ll… The options flash before my eyes, and none of them are ideal or pretty. So, I keep him in sight while letting the malt liquor flow down the drain.
“Dez!” He yells impatience laced in his tone.
My heart drops as his opal green eyes glare over the banister separating the kitchen and the media room. I used to love his eyes. He’d turn me on from the mere sight of them. Then add the chiseled body and his smile. He’s all American as apple pie and football. Then he changed.
The can is nearly empty, and I’m praying he can’t see my arm because this beer is my escape plan. “We only have two beers left.” My voice is barely over a whisper.
God, please don’t let this man kill me and let his friends watch him do it.
“Ryan, did you see that pass?” Mike asks.
Ryan looks away, and I hurry, tossing the empty can into the trash.
“I can run to the store and get more.” I train my voice to be even and void of emotion.
His eyes spitfire but I don’t break eye contact. He’s held me hostage in this house for almost three weeks. What makes it worse is knowing they’re all cops, and I can’t ask a single one of them for help. I’ve tried, and it resulted in Ryan nearly putting me in the hospital. He knows how to push it far enough to make a point but not far enough to end my misery.
“Nice try. Bring them. And make me a Jack and Coke.”
Hell. I drop my head. It’s going to be a long night. I move quickly around the kitchen. I take the beers to the guys who mumbled their “thanks” before retracing my steps back to make his drink. I need his favorite glass.
I open the smoky grey cabinets and spot it on the second shelf from the top. He knows I can’t reach that shelf. I inch onto my tiptoes trying to use every bit of my five-foot four-inch height to obtain the old-fashioned crystal tumbler. I stretch with a slight thrust of my left leg and used her middle finger to inch it towards the edge.
“Here let me help you with that.” Mike startles me, reaching around me.
“I got it—”
His arm brushes across my breast, and I stumble back hoping Ryan didn’t see it. But the daggers he’s shooting in my direction let me know my hopes went unheard. Rage churns in my gut because I can’t catch a fuckin’ break. And Mike knows Ryan is crazy.
“Thank you.” I push through my clenched teeth. “Did you need something?”
“We need more chips.” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he places the empty glass bowl on the marble counter. Mike’s x-ray eyes make my skin crawl. What is it with jerks? They all flocked together.
“I’ll get it.” I offer in my nicest falsetto to get him out of the kitchen. Mike’s an asshole and a coward like the rest of them. His attempt to get a little feel will result in a fight tonight.
“Dez!” Ryan’s tanned skin is flaming red.
“I’m coming!” My response is harsher than I intended, and his arched brow tells me so.
I grab the bottle of flat soda and poured it into the glass, adding the whiskey with an extra flick of my wrist. He turns back to the game, and this is my shot. I release the powder from one, two, three capsules into his glass. Then I add one more to give me a head start. I stir the concoction with my finger and add a little extra whiskey to mask the flavor of the sedative.
I can make his favorite drinks and meals with my eyes closed. Because in the beginning, all I wanted was to make Ryan happy. To make Ryan love me. Now, I wish Ryan would just let me go.
I head to the family room, stopping to circle back for the chips. I give Ryan his drink.
“I saw that.” He yanks my wrist towards him, bringing me closer. I flinch, bringing my arm up to protect my face. I swallow as tears gather in my eyes. He pushes me away, and the guys laugh as I stumble to the floor.
I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Instead, I crawl backward out of his reach and cling to the silent clock counting down in my head. I’m busting out of this place tonight, and I’m never coming back. I declare with every ounce of my being.
“Get your ass back to the room.”
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September 19, 2019
STOP… Check Your Version.
Y’all it’s release day for Can I Have You? and some of you got the correct version and others got the pre-order version.
So, pause and check the Table of Contents. How many chapters does your version have?
If it has 26, you have the incorrect version. Forward me your receipt and I’ll send you the correct version.
If it has 27 chapters, then keep reading. 
