Say what? L.V. Lewis has written another book?
Well, yes. What I’ve always known, and what has become exceedingly apparent in my time away from actively writing and publishing is that something that is your passion cannot be left to lie fallow. It gets in your blood, it becomes part of you that refuses to be restrained.
As many of you know, I had some personal family crises earlier this year, and I believed that my epic writer’s block was caused by all these things that happened back-to-back. Now that some of these issues have been addressed, I was able to finally exercise my creative muscle again, and just in time for the holidays!
So, this short novella, Christmas With The White Brothers, became that last thing I had to do in the erotic realm before I completely move on to other genres. It also serves the dual purpose of introducing you to the writer who will complete the Jungle Fever saga, LaVie EnRose. You can read more about Ms. EnRose in the newsletter I sent out earlier today via Mailchimp, and also at the back of the novella :).
Additionally, there are some excerpts in my backmatter from an author I’ve featured here on my blog, Bev Elle, a new author in the IR/MC genre whom I also met at a local writer’s group. Check out her books if you need some reading variety.
Many of you will recognize a portion of this novella as a scene I wrote for the members of my Facebook Group, The Block. However, LaVie and I added approximately thirteen thousand words to it to bring you Christmas With The White Brothers as a bridge to Double Switch in 2015!
LaVie and I will work together sometimes much like other writing duos do in the industry (think Christina Lauren), but her name alone will go on Double Switch and the final as yet unnamed book in the series. So, without further ado, I’d like to share the buy links, summary, and a brief excerpt from Christmas With The White Brothers!
CHRISTMAS WITH THE WHITE BROTHERS
by L.V. Lewis
Publication Date: December 9, 2014
Genre(s): Contemporary Romance, Holiday Romance, Erotic Romance, IR/MC
Keisha Beale has an ‘arrangement’ with one of the richest men in Chicago, who treats her like a queen, but she wants normalcy for the holidays. Well, as much normal as you can get from a man like Tristan White, who has everything and doesn’t think love is something he needs.
Jada Jameson’s dark past may be surprising to some considering the family she comes from. Nathan White wants her in every way a man wants a woman, but she needs hardcore kink, and the pace at which their relationship is progressing has left her wanting more.
Will the ladies of Kente Studio Records get everything they want from their first Christmas with the White brothers?
EXCERPT, Chapter 5
Tristan comes prepared, of course. He has a big-assed gift bag for Mama, and even a present for the Reverend. I shake my head.
“What?” he says.
“You never do anything half-assed,” I say.
He smirks. “It’s like you like to say, ‘Go big or stay home.’”
Those are strange words coming from a man the cost of whose suit could feed all the homeless people in Chicago on Christmas Day. He reaches in to ring the doorbell, but I touch his hand and stop him.
“Why do you go to such lengths with my mother? I’m your submissive. Nothing more.” I gesture toward his gifts. “All this is making her think this thing between us is more than it really is.”
He seems taken aback for a moment, but then he responds. “You’re wrong. You’re my business partner, and I’d hope after almost a year you would now consider me a friend.”
“With benefits,” I say morosely. “At this rate, you’re going to have to break up with both of us when you decide it’s time to move on.”
“Do you want me to beg off? I could get a call and leave.”
I don’t get to answer because Mama swings the door open. “Well, are you two going to stand out here yakking, or are you coming in?”
“Most definitely,” Tristan and I say almost simultaneously.
While he leans in and gives Mama a hug and presents her with his gift, Reverend Johnson gives me a hug. After all the greetings are done, and we’ve hung our coats on the coat tree, Mama grabs her camera off an end table.
“There’s mistletoe,” she says pointing at the ceiling above us.
“I’ve never been one to let a perfectly good cluster of mistletoe go to waste,” Tristan says and sweeps me into his arms and plants a back-bending, dramatic movie-style kiss on me.
“Awww,” Mama says and snaps, but the camera’s flash malfunctions. “One more, one more.”
“So sad, you missed your chance,” I say, and begin to move away.
Mama’s not having it. “Come on, Keisha, be a sport now. Tristan, don’t let her get away.”
Of course, he does exactly what Mama says and pulls me back underneath the mistletoe. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s make this holiday memorable for your mother.” Tristan scoots in close, bends his knees, and holds me in a tight hug, cheek-to-cheek, our faces angled toward Mama and her camera.
“Big smile,” Mama says. We smile on cue and she gets her money shot, but Tristan doesn’t let me go. He leans in and kisses me tenderly really laying it on thick for Mama.
“Awww,” she says again. “You remind us old geezers what it’s like to be young and in love.”
Tristan and I both stiffen, but I recover first and pat his back, like I’m soothing him, because I’m sure those words have shocked the shit out of him. My eyes shoot daggers at Mama, but she just smiles and acts all aloof.