Hey y’all. I’ve been feeling really weird these past few days. First Mike Brown – no justice – then Eric Garner – no justice. I’ve been wondering what on earth can I do? How can I help my people, you know? For a hot moment I even felt bad for writing interracial romance, like I was being disloyal somehow. But then I realized, I am doing what I can to help. I’m doing me, the very best I can. And that means writing, not about color, per say, but how irrelevant it is when love is the stronger element.
Through my work, I show that color is nothing to be afraid of, that it’s normal, and that in the context of everyday living it’s not as important as life, liberty, the pursuit of pleasure. Love is what matters – yes, I am a bit of a hippie, and? – Color is a trait. A fabulous one that I hope the world at large comes to appreciate before I leave here.
So, I hope you enjoy this unedited snippet from my latest WIP, Ineffable. This one’s sexy, ‘cuz I know y’all like it like that. *winks* Ineffable will be released this month in time for the holiday! Love you, love someone else. Enjoy! – SS
“Hey,” she said, pulling a cart forward.
“Hey. Let me help you. I was coming down.”
“Thanks. Once I had the cart I was good. How are you?” she asked, following him into the kitchen.
“As soon as I put away these groceries I’m going to fuck you.”
Her brows rose. “Yeah?”
“Okay,” and she turned and ran, pulling her clothes free.
She had just closed the shower when he opened it.
“Wait a minute,” she said, reaching for the soap as he reached between her legs.
“Top and tails,” he said softly, not minding the spray in his face as he watched her soap under her arms, her breasts, neck and face. Her little butt, lower back, hips and finally in between those slender pecan brown thighs got a brief wash before he shut it down.
“You don’t wanna wash my back?”
His eyes gleamed at her teasing, but he gave her an impatient look. “Out,” he insisted. Continue reading