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Romantic Comedy Novels: Her Summer Baby

romantic comedy novels her summer babyHer Summer Baby is Jamila's latest, steamy summer romance perfect for readers who enjoy reading free romance books online and those who enjoy interracial romance books… 

This story is a 40,000+ word full-length novel with a guaranteed happily ever after ending featuring an ambitious 28 year old African American woman named Maxine and the guy she falls in love with Tristan.

This story explores some of the conflicts that all of us know too well…

  • Is it possible to trust someone when they've betrayed our trust?
  • Is it possible for a relationship between someone wealthy and someone poor to work out in the long run?
  • How do lovers deal with surprise… again and again… 

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Maxine is an African American graduate student taking on a summer internship funded by her wealthy parents. She meets an attractive white man named Tristan from the Bronx. Despite the instant attraction between the two of them, things don't start with a bang… 

Tristan can't decide what he wants, Maxine is insecure about his feelings for her and there's a third party who is desperate to come between them for her own interests. 

As the summer draws to a close, conflicts rise and the two will have to face facts: there's nothing stopping their relationship from hitting a brick wall once the summer ends. 

Is what they have worth fighting to keep forever? 

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Romantic Comedy Novels: NFL Player Wants Black Wife 2

romantic comedy novels nfl player wants black wife 2This is another one of Jamila Jasper's short romantic comedy novels. Another shocking addition to her series of short pregnancy romance books, this is one of her interracial romance books that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Find out more about it below…

Kimani, a black owner of a PR firm, opens up a new world of pleasure when she has an erotic experience with a white NFL player she meets at a party. Their love escalates, spiraling almost out of control and she ends up pregnant… to her surprise and his. That was book one. In this book, watch Dallas and Imani find a way through the complexities of marriage, especially when one partner is a professional athlete forced to move around a lot. Will their spark remain, and can another pregnancy help quell the pain of distance? Find out more about the depth of their love and passion in this equally tantalizing sequel to NFL Player Wants Black Wife

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Romantic Comedy Novels: NFL Player Wants Black Wife

romantic comedy novelsAlthough not quite one of Jamila's romantic comedy novels, this is one of Ms. Jasper's short bwwm books and one of her earliest pregnancy romance books. NFL Player Wants Black Wife is sweet and funny without sacrificing deliciously steamy content. This story is about Kimani, a black owner of a PR firm, opens up a new world of pleasure when she has an erotic experience with a white NFL player she meets at a party.

Their love escalates, spiraling almost out of control and she ends up pregnant… to her surprise and his. Find out more in this tantalizing tale of forbidden love and sacred passion. Also, if you enjoy this book, you'll definitely want to check out the sequel.

This book is one of Jamila's steamiest stories, and luckily for you, the audio book is available as well and it's narrated by the author herself.  Check out the excerpt completely free to see if you enjoy it.

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Romantic Comedy Novels: Walking Down The Aisle

romantic comedy novels walking down the aisleThis story cemented Raven's position as one of the best contemporary writers. Another one of her romantic comedy novels that became a best-selling African American romance novel. This is a perfect book if you love romantic stories and enjoy hilarious romance novels with plenty of twists and turns.


Rachel is a young, hot, African American novelist, and she's in a bind. She's got a big event coming up on Friday which could make or break her career, but she doesn't have a date. Her mom twists her arm into taking Michael, a world-renowned artist with more than a few quirks. Rachel, however, just can't seem to figure him out, and it's driving her crazy. As far as she's is concerned, he's either the most attractive man she's ever met, or the most terrifying. But which one is it? The deeper Rachel goes down the rabbit hole, the more she finds out about Michael, and the more she desperately she hopes that her heart is correct.

Can Rachel discover all of Michael's secrets and still love him?

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Romantic Comedy Novels: Getting Her Ex Back

romantic comedy novels getting her ex backThis is one of Raven Ferrari's more recent romantic comedy novels that's not just funny, it's one of the most hilarious romance novels of 2016! This story is filled with energy and drama that will keep you in stitches until the very end. If you enjoy interracial romance books with strong black female characters, you'll love this book since it focuses on a group of friends that really have each other's back through thick and thin…

Have you ever ended a relationship and known it was for all the wrong reasons?

That's how Naomi felt when it came to David. The entrepreneur and famous owner of the multi-million dollar company David's Tea was the love of her life, until news anchor Naomi ended their relationship very publicly on live television.

The breakup was a complete mistake.

Naomi knew it, David knew it and all of their friends knew it too…

When a relationship ends under such circumstances, you have only one choice:

Find a way to get your ex back or move on forever, resigning him to be "the one that got away".

Naomi and David are content to pick option two, but their gang of messy (yet loving) friends refuse to let that happen.

As their friends try to push them back together, Naomi and David experience a whirlwind of setbacks, most significantly David's newest manager Jen who is desperate to have a taste of David and his money.

Will Naomi lose out to this gold digger or does true love still stand a chance?

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Romantic Comedy Novels: Untold Secrets

romantic comedy novels untold secretsUntold Secrets by Raven Ferrari is one of her steamiest romantic comedy novels. If you're searching for well written and laugh out loud funny bwwm books or contemporary romance novels with pregnancy, you'll definitely want to check this story out. Raven Ferrari is one of the best contemporary writers and her talents in interracial romance books are almost unmatched.


Blake Masterson is a handsome white man with beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair. What's not to love? Theoretically, he should have no problem finding the woman of his dreams, however there's a big problem. None of his dates are willing to look past the fact that he’s a stripper. Add that to the fact that he's sitting on an even darker secret; one that could throw him into center of a nationwide scandal.

Bianca Brinkley is a sexy African American scientist who can't find love. Although she dreams about being swept off her feet by a Prince Charming, she's too busy slaving away in her laboratory to actually find him. Bianca is on the cusp of a big breakthrough which will change the world forever, but that's actually terrible news. There are lots of mercenaries who want to suppress her new technology before it goes public, and they'll kill her dead if they have to.

As Bianca races against the clock to make her scientific breakthrough, Blake's dark secret gets exposed and he's desperate to outrun his past. With their worlds spiraling out of control, Blake and Bianca take solace in each other's arms. Soon, they fall madly in love, and they're overcome with wild passion, however, with bad guys in hot pursuit, both Blake and Bianca will have to confess their secrets to save their love, and themselves…

Can this interracial couple stay together with so many secrets to hide?

Is their love for each other worth risking everything?

What will they think of each other when the truth comes out?

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Romantic Comedy Novels: Just A Number By Jamila Jasper

Romantic Comedy Novels Just a Number Just a Number is one of Jamila Jasper's quirky romantic comedy novels. This story is one of our best contemporary romance novels and one of Jamila's best steamy romance novels.


This is a story about Jasmine Johnson who is an independent black entrepreneur who has found financial success but at the same time managed to find herself in a boatload of trouble. She's returning to her small Vermont town after a much needed three week vacation and problems just keep piling up.

Her "best friend" and business partner Marshall Lauren is determined to have his way with her despite her constant attempts to rebuke his advances. She's worried about money and she can't put her income at risk by being more aggressive in her refusal.

Even if Jasmine doesn't want Marshall, she's desperate to really connect with someone. She's starting to wonder if it's time to stop believing in love and give in to the casual disconnectedness of the modern world.

Jasmine starts to believe that her troubles are over when she meets a sexy slightly younger white man on the plane ride home. Vince is thirty and appears to be the perfect guy. They click instantly.

There's just one problem…

Vince isn't thirty. He's twenty-one. And while he is filthy rich, he's still in college and has more baggage than Jasmine could have imagined.

When she finds out Vince's secret she wonders what else he's hiding and if this whole relationship is worth all the trouble. As Jasmine ponders her options, it becomes clear to her that she and Vince are meant to be.

The only questions are: Does he feel the same way? And when he finds out what Jasmine's been keeping from him, will he still want her? The final question remains: Will Marshall let the love of his life get stolen away from him?

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Chapter 1

 

Jasmine knew she was cutting it close. She had been sitting at the wrong gate for a full hour and a half. When she finally realized it, Jasmine had to sprint across the airport faster than she’d ever run in her life. Ironic. She had to pick up her feet to return to a life she wasn’t looking forward to. Jasmine had been distracted by the usual: some silly dating article with an attention grabbing title. This one went on and on about age differences and why women “of a certain age” should open themselves up to dating younger men. Jasmine thought the whole thing was ridiculous. She was a strong, independent woman in her thirties. Why should she look for validation in some man who probably didn’t even have a car or gainful employment? Jasmine wasn’t buying into it.

 

The plane back to Burlington was filling up fast with the usual red-eye crowd. There was always a baby with a mother that looked too young and a father who looked overwhelmed and disinterested at the same time. There were the old businessmen who coughed too much and loudly discussed boring events like boardroom meetings as if they were engaging in the most fascinating subject matter in the world. Then there were the students. Vince Lyman was returning from “winter break” with his family in Florida. He was a day late for the short four-week semester in January but his mother had called the dean’s office so Vince had an excuse. He would have loved to skip the entire semester and taken the time to ski with his older sisters in Aspen, but that wasn’t an option this time around.

 

Of course, Vince was sure his mother would not have been so forthcoming with her assistance if she saw what Vince was hiding from her. Vince snuggled into his thick black Patagonia fleece and pulled the letter out of his breast pocket. He read the letter over and over again as if the hundredth read would change the overall message.

 

Dear Mr. Lyman,

 

Unfortunately, we are unable to offer you the Watson fellowship at this time. While your application was strong, the competition this year was tougher than most. We wish you the best in your post-graduate endeavors.

 

Sincerely,

K. Adams

 

That was it; they’d wasted an entire piece of paper to print the succinct rejection. Vince’s hands trembled in anger again even if this was far from the first time he’d read the letter. When his parents found out, she knew that they would be furious. It’s not like Vince hadn’t tried either. He’d burned the midnight oil writing those applications – it was all for nothing. Vince had received the letter just three days before the vacation ended. He’d snatched it out of the pile of mail and stuffed it away out of sight. The last thing he needed was a gaggle of Lyman girls standing over his shoulder while he received the best news of his life. Except it wasn’t the news Vince had been expecting at all. Vince had continuously lied to his parents and sisters about the fellowship, pretending like he hadn’t received a thing. They were all so wrapped up in their own problems that lying to them had been startlingly easy. Vince ran his hands through his short cocoa brown hair. His skin was a deep tan color from his Florida vacation; he knew his friends would be jealous.

 

Then the day before leaving Florida, he’d locked himself in his suite and slowly peeled the letter open. Browned hands clasped the paper tightly as he whispered the words of the letter out loud to himself. Rejection. Vince wanted to cry or slam his fists into a wall, but doing so would mean revealing to his family that he was a failure. Vince couldn’t handle it. He’d spent his entire twenty-one years in Zoë, Suzanne and Madeline’s shadow.

 

Vince’s older sisters had all made their parents proud. They’d attended Harvard, Yale and Princeton respectively. Vince hadn’t even managed to attend an Ivy League. Sure, his private liberal arts college in Vermont was well ranked but it didn’t have quite the same ring to it. Vince’s grandparents were convinced that he was coddled for being a boy and multiple miniature wars had broken out over why Vince couldn’t “perform” like his siblings. It was all bullshit. Vince could hardly get a moment of his parents’ attention; he’d resigned himself to forging his own path. He lived for himself – not the Lyman family name – much to his parents chagrin.

 

Of course, it wasn’t enough that he’d failed to attend an Ivy League school; now Vince had been denied the same fellowship that all three of his sisters had managed to win. Just thinking about it made Vince upset. He stuffed the letter back into his pocket and tried to distract himself by listening in on the conversations around the plane. Vince was thrilled that he had two seats to himself. The plane was filling up and so far, the aisle seat next to him was unoccupied. Vince was a tall six foot five inches and sharing a seat with someone always meant having to scrunch his hulking body into a nearly fetal position.

 

Vince looked at his reflection in the window of the plane. He hated to be vain but he realized that he looked better than ever. His robust tan certainly wouldn’t fade until at least March. His eyes were a vibrant cerulean color and the stubble that prickled over his face gave him a rugged look for a man who had only attended private school. While Vince was a certified loser in his family, he had a reputation to uphold at school.

 

He knew how pathetic it was to cling to “social status” at a college so small and insignificant, but it was Vince’s way of keeping people at arms length. Guys and girls looked up to him because his father was a big CEO; he was the captain of the hockey team and his parents had three homes. The past two years, Vince had invited the entire hockey team –men and women’s — down to their house in Florida to drink and party. That had helped his reputation quite a bit. It also distracted from the fact that Vince was a virgin.

 

At least that’s how Vince saw his sexuality. He’d performed oral sex on women before and had the same done to him but he had never really been with a woman. It wasn’t because women weren’t interested in Vince. It’s just that all the women interested in him seemed so bland. Every once in awhile, Vince would be coerced into taking out some simple, air-headed girl that reeked of granddaddy’s money. He would then “respectfully” decline her aggressive come-ons, saying that he preferred to have sex with someone he loved. That at least kept his reputation in tact – in fact, women saw Vince as more desirable because of it. In reality, Vince didn’t see himself as honorable. He just couldn’t force himself to be attracted to the typical bulimic blondes that populated his campus. The women who Vince found himself attracted to were just out of reach. He refused to settle.

 

Vince’s demeanor on dates with the various women whose hearts he’d broken left them thoroughly confused. They were so egotistical that they would interpret Vince’s company alone as a come on. Vince didn’t want any of them at all even if his friends resented him for turning down all of the hottest prospects. But the people he did want were off limits. Vince knew it was ridiculous for this attraction to be so taboo, especially in his family. But if he tried…And if his parents found out… They would accuse him of desperately grabbing for attention or something. They often accused Vince of having an “inferiority complex” over his college choice and Vince knew they simply wouldn’t believe that he could actually love someone who wasn’t a part of their circle. Worse still, they might cut him off financially or exact graver consequences still. Vince had no interest in any of these things happening.

 

Just when Vince was sure that the doors of the plane were about to close and he would remain unperturbed for the rest of the flight, a small and slender woman burst in huffing and puffing. “Good evening!” She loudly proclaimed to either the flight attendants or the whole plane. Vince couldn’t tell which. He started engaging in silent prayer hoping this klutz wouldn’t sit next to him… Which of course she did.

 

“Hi! I’m Jasmine!” The woman said as she plopped down right next to Vince.

 

Vince was tempted not to respond but her lifelong training in politeness urged her to do otherwise. Plus, she was gorgeous.

 

“Hi, I’m Vince,” He muttered.

 

Jasmine smiled brightly, “Late night flight huh? Where are you headed?”

 

“Oh I live near Burlington,” Vince lied.

 

He wasn’t in the practice of telling strangers every detail of his life.

 

“Wow! Surprised I haven’t seen you around much. How old are you?” Jasmine asked.

 

Vince plied her with another lie, “I’m thirty.”

 

“You look good for thirty!” Jasmine said.

 

“Thanks,” Vince muttered again.

 

Jasmine wondered if she was coming on too strong. She was never too good at reading people but something about this thirty-year-old who looked twenty made her think that she was being too aggressive. All of Jasmine’s former lovers had launched that same complaint. Jasmine was about to ignore her insecurities and plough ahead in getting to know her seatmate when the flight attendant began making announcements and quieting down the plane to listen to them.

 

Jasmine didn’t need to listen. She’d heard the same pithy announcements over and over again. Jasmine flew around the country nearly every month and she didn’t need to pay too close attention to the boring “how to use a seatbelt” lecture every single time. It was easy for Jasmine to get lost in thought considering what she was going back to. She was headed back from her vacation to continue working at the company she’d started with her best friend. The only problem was seeing her best friend again. Marshall Lauren had been Jasmine’s best friend for years; when they’d decided to go into business together, Jasmine was confident that it was a good move. Now she wasn’t so certain.

 

One evening after work, Marshall had confessed his feelings to Jasmine. He’d told her how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. Then he’d pinned her against a wall in an attempt to show her exactly how he felt. Jasmine had begged him to stop and pleaded with him. But Marshall was different; he was someone else entirely. Jasmine had to push him off her hard to get him away. She’d run out of their office while Marshall shouted apologies after her until she was out of earshot.

 

Then, Jasmine had sent in an email letting everyone know she was taking a three-week vacation. She’d spent the next three weeks dodging Marshall’s texts and calls. The damage had been done. She didn’t know if she could ever really trust him again; she just knew that she needed space. Jasmine had never been forthcoming about her sexuality with Marshall before but she didn’t think it was necessary. The “don’t ask don’t tell” principle worked well for Jasmine. She hated sharing her romantic life with her friends anyways. Of course, Marshall had misinterpreted her silence to mean interest in him.

 

Jasmine would have never expected Marshall of all people to have her pushed up against a wall and force himself on her. In fact, Marshall had always struck her as unassuming and quiet. He had a shock of curly red hair and a square jaw. He was only five feet six inches too; his strength had surprised Jasmine that day. Now that she was going back to Burlington, they would either have to ignore the entire incident or confront it. Jasmine wanted none of it. She longed to go back to the time before Marshall had confessed his feelings for her. Even in her memory, the thought of being in love with Marshall made her shudder. He was a great friend but that was it. Why did men have to ruin everything?

 

Jasmine was much more interested in finding a man who she had a real connection with than trying to force a relationship with some guy just because he’d been kind to her for a few years. Jasmine knew she still had her chance. Youth was commoditized and overrated. Jasmine sometimes felt self-conscious about the fact that all the men her age seemed to be desperate to get attached to women in their twenties. Jasmine had to remind herself that she was beautiful. Jasmine had rich walnut colored skin and long black hair that she sometimes relaxed, sometimes wore curly down the middle of her back. She’d been blessed with hair that remained long no matter how many times she burned it up with chemicals. Jasmine also had a phenomenal body. She loved food and eating and her curves filled her out in all the right places. Jasmine hoped that all her positive traits would make up for the fact that she was thirty-five and still unmarried – which apparently had become sinful.

 

Jasmine’s past boyfriend was in his forties and married to a fat, balding woman with a beer gut bigger than the state of Vermont. Jasmine couldn’t believe that her boyfriend would do anything other than leave his wife. He’d promised to do so countless times. Of course, Jasmine had held onto the false hope and filled her own head with dreams of them making off together and having a big fancy wedding. Wrong. As usual, he was just another bored husband looking to experiment. His heart was at home. Jasmine always seemed to attract the wrong type. Perhaps they were drawn to Jasmine because of her confidence in her sexuality. Perhaps they saw something in Jasmine that screamed, “use me!”

 

Whatever it was, Jasmine was tired of being lied to and used. She had determined that if her next catch didn’t work out, she would resign herself to banging any and everything in sight. Maybe then Marshall would have his chance. She thought glumly. Jasmine pushed the long strands of her black hair out of her face and put her tortoise shell glasses on. Jasmine wanted to meet Marshall looking as disinterested as possible. Of course, he’d insisted upon coming to the airport to get her, ignoring her reassurance that she could get a taxi to her house on her own.

 

The flight attendant went silent and soon the plane to Burlington was in the air. Jasmine looked over and her gorgeous seatmate and was instantly curious about him. The guy was definitely sexy; he gave off this aura of being above it all that Jasmine found herself oddly drawn to. He didn’t look thirty at all but he’d been so confident about his response that Jasmine had no choice but to believe him. Jasmine had so many questions of the youthful yet rugged looking man next to her. Despite his bundles of clothing, Jasmine could tell his was quite athletic from the size of his biceps, which were bulging through his fleece. Jasmine knew that thirty was a little young for her but she was still intrigued. Jasmine wondered if was interested in black women… Or if he was gay… Now that would be a bummer.

 

Jasmine searched for clues. Vince reached into his black backpack and reached for his wallet. On the inside was a crumpled pamphlet from the Black Lives Matter march that had happened earlier the previous year.

 

“So you’re into protests?” Jasmine blurted out.

 

Shit! That was so not a smooth opening. Jasmine chastised herself internally the moment she’d blurted out the comment.

 

Vince turned to her right and raised his eyebrows. Jasmine realized that she’d probably come across as weird.

 

“Excuse me?” He said.

 

“Sorry… I’m the most tactless person ever. It’s just I saw the pamphlet in your wallet. I get ‘foot in mouth’ syndrome when I encounter a really attractive guy,” Jasmine said.

 

Vince tried to obscure a wide grin and Jasmine knew that she had her in. 

 

Chapter 2

 

“Don’t worry about tact,” Vince said with a smile.

 

He realized that he was being a tad harsh towards the woman sitting next to him. After all, she was just trying to be friendly. Vince knew he could use a friend. Everything in his life seemed to be falling apart and this stranger was already a step closer to understanding Vince than most of his friends at school. His friends on the hockey team didn’t exactly admire his participation in pro-black activism. Sometimes Vince couldn’t believe he hung around such boneheads.

 

“I’m Jasmine. Did I already say that? Vince, right? I love this flight. It’s so peaceful and brief. I just got back from a three-week vacation from work. I know, rare to get a three-week vacation but I’m actually self-employed. Well, I have a company. Part of Vermont’s entrepreneurship right here. Hah. I’ve been at it for a few years. Used to work for a local company but I figured I could do something a bit better on my own. I’m in business with my friend… I’m sorry… I’m talking too much aren’t I?” Jasmine said.

 

Vince just smiled. He was relieved that he wasn’t expected to hold up the other side of a conversation for once. Sure Jasmine was certainly babbling but it sure beat having to reveal any bits and pieces about his own life. Her energy was infectious too. Vince instantly felt his mood lifting from when he’d been musing over his rejection letter earlier. Jasmine’s eyes were alight with excitement and her thick black hair bounced as she spoke.

 

“No, I don’t mind. I love hearing about people… What sort of business are you in?” Vince asked. He tried to maintain more of an approachable demeanor after that.

 

 Jasmine was pleased to continue, “Well it started out as social media marketing but I guess it’s more along the lines of public relations now. We consult with companies and teach them what they’re doing wrong and how they’re alienating customers of minority groups… the LGBT community, black people, Latinos… You get the point. Well it’s funny how I landed in this business considering I’m an old fart but enough about me. Where do you work?”

 

Great. Vince had barely remembered that he had lied about his age. He pulled out the best lie she could come up with.

 

“Uh… Well I work for a family business. My dad is kind of… in finance… you know… stuff like that,” Vince replied.

 

He was shocked that his terrible lie had held up to Jasmine’s scrutiny.

 

“Wow. Daddy in finance. That sounds fancy. Lucky you aren’t some kind of deviant from the New England norm aren’t you?” Jasmine said.

 

Vince was glad she didn’t wait for an answer.

 

“Anyways Vince I don’t mean to be aggressive but you’re one of the coolest guys around thirty I’ve met in Burlington like… ever. I’m sorry but we’ve got to meet up some time. I’ll give you my number. Not to mention you’re not hard on the eyes. I just can’t believe this. I hope I’m not overwhelming you or anything. But… just wow. Do you do anything in your free time besides work?” Jasmine continued.

 

Vince nodded. Finally he had a chance to be honest.

 

“I play hockey,” She said.

 

Jasmine let out a little laugh. Vince wasn’t sure if she understood the intent behind it.

 

But of course Jasmine filled her in.

 

“Wow! In finance and you play hockey. Let me guess you’ve been to private schools since you were three… Don’t answer that I’m just teasing. What about tennis? Can you play? When it gets cooler out we should meet each other on the court,” Jasmine said.

 

Vince continued, “I’m not as good at tennis but I definitely play. Here, why don’t I give you my number?”

 

Vince didn’t know what took hold of him but he wrote his number out on a piece of paper and handed it to Jasmine. In turn, Jasmine handed him a business card. Shit! Vince was sure that Jasmine would realize he’d lied about his age. Of course a thirty year old would use a business card to exchange numbers instead of some shreds of paper. Vince could have kicked himself for the foolish mistake.

 

Jasmine seemed blind to what Vince was sure would be an obvious gaffe. There wasn’t much time left on their flight to Burlington; Jasmine filled in the gaps of silence by sharing more drama and information than Vince could have possibly cared for about the dating scene in Burlington.

 

When the flight landed, they said good-bye to each other and bustled at different paces towards the baggage carousel. Now that the flight was over, both Jasmine and Vince had to focus their attention on the messiness they were about to face in their lives. Jasmine was moments away from meeting Marshall and she didn’t want the attractive gut she’d just met to know that there was drama with another man. She’d given it her best shot and she didn’t want to ruin her opportunity with Vince. Vince himself was praying that he wouldn’t run into anyone from school that would reveal that he’d lied about her age by a crucial nine years. He found Jasmine more gorgeous than any woman he’d attended school with, but of course she was off limits for a number of reasons. She was so put together that Vince was sure she would be repulsed if she knew how old he really was.

 

Jasmine felt relieved to notice that Vince was gone in a flash. She picked up her hiking backpack and then disappeared into a taxi. Strange. Jasmine never knew anyone so hot who didn’t have some gaggle of female “friends” to pick them up from the airport. At the very least, Jasmine knew this meant Vince didn’t have a wife.

 

Jasmine got her simple black suitcase and scanned the area for Marshall. He wasn’t hard to spot in a crowd. Jasmine was just about to celebrate the idea that perhaps he’d given up on her and hadn’t shown up at all when she saw him walking towards her. Marshall was smiling widely. His bottle green eyes were shining with anticipation as if he were greeting a long lost lover. Jasmine knew ironically that was exactly how he saw her. If only it could be easier to just tell Marshall the truth and shout from the rooftops: I don’t find you attractive at all! I’m more attracted to tall strapping men with dark hair!

 

“Hello beautiful,” Marshall said as he wrapped Jasmine in a hug.

 

Usually a hug from Marshall felt amazing and warm. Now, Jasmine felt like prey. And she’d just let herself back into her predator’s arms. For what? For the sake of the business? For the sake of their friendship? Jasmine wasn’t sure when her decision making had become quite so messy.

 

“Hey Marshall. Long flight. I just want to get home and crawl into bed,” Jasmine muttered.

 

Her best bet was trying to act normal.

 

“I bet you do. Well I’ll take you home Jasmine. How was your vacation?” Marshall asked.

 

Jasmine followed Marshall outside towards his car.

 

“It was fine. Very relaxing. Good to get a break from work for a bit and unwind,” Jasmine said.

 

“Meet anyone interesting?” Marshall asked.

 

“No,” Jasmine answered curtly.

 

On the plane, she’d been filled with energy to chat away. Now that she was back in her real world, Jasmine felt silence gripping her by the neck. Jasmine wondered if she hadn’t taken quite enough time off…

 

Marshall knew Jasmine just well enough to tell he’d made her uncomfortable.

 

“So Jasmine… What do you think about these employee reports I sent you? The new hires?” Marshall said.

 

No matter what, he could always get Jasmine to talk shop.

 

Jasmine perked up. As long as Marshall wasn’t trying to find an in to hit on her, she was more than comfortable speaking with him. After all, they had a long history as friends and business partners. Jasmine was especially chatty about the employee reports. They’d recently hired a few content writers and copywriters for their website and marketing materials. Not all of them were up to standard. Jasmine dove right into her analysis, grateful that Marshall was finally giving her a break.

 

After fifteen minutes of non-stop talking, Marshall pulled his car to the front of Jasmine’s house. Jasmine was about to get out when Marshall stopped her.

 

“Wait! Jazz!”

 

Jasmine turned around and looked at Marshall, waiting for him to say what he needed to.

 

“Go on a date with me… please,” Marshall said.

 

Jasmine couldn’t believe this. Was Marshall really trying to ask her out? Persistence was not going to win him more success.

 

“Marshall…Why?” Jasmine huffed.

 

“Because I owe you an apology. And more. Tomorrow night at eight I’ll pick you up,” Marshall said.

 

Jasmine knew she would beat herself up later for pitying Marshall. He had such a gentle look in his eye that he really did seem genuine about his apology.

 

“Fine Marshall. But don’t count your chickens before they hatch,” Jasmine said.

 

She slammed his car door and walked up to her house. Jasmine could have kicked herself for agreeing to the date but it was too late. Tomorrow at eight, she’d be on a date with her best friend.

 

Shortly after Jasmine entered her house, Vince’s taxi dropped him off at his dorm. To outsiders, the dorm looked more like a castle than a sardine can for young college students. Even Vince knew he lived in luxury. He was accustomed to luxury, but this was beyond what most college students had for accommodations. A $60,000 price tag worked wonders. He had a massive living room with a fully outfitted kitchen. All of his apartment mates had their own separate rooms too, all joined together by a common room. Vince’s favorite roommate Diana was waiting eagerly for his arrival in the living room.

 

Diana squealed and jumped into Vince’s arms the moment she saw him.

 

“Vince!! Vince!!” Diana squealed.

 

Vince loosely wrapped his arms around the girl and plopped down on the living room couch. Diana was one of the few women who’d shown disinterest in Vince sexually. Although that was a bit of an understatement. Diana made it clear that she was patently disgusted by the idea of Vince being sexual. He enjoyed having her around for that reason if none other.

 

“Could you carry my bag up to my room Diana? I’m so tired,” Vince begged.

 

Diana leapt into action. Vince was back in his world where people leapt at attention whenever he made a request. A part of him knew it was lame, but another part of him loved the power. This was one of the few places where Vince could be in control. At home, he was baby brother Vince. Here, he was the alpha of any room he stepped in. Even Vince knew this was ironic considering he was the most sexually inexperienced “alpha” to have ever graced the college’s halls.

 

When Diana returned, she caught Vince up on all the gossip involving their housemates. It was all perfectly trivial and insignificant. Vince loved how easy it was to keep himself distracted from her real problems here. College students were so caught up on their self-perpetuated drama.

 

“So did you meet anyone cute in Florida? I mean… Your house is so lovely Vince. You guys are so lucky,” Diana said.

 

Vince smiled. Diana was the perfect ditzy friend he could go to with her newest predicament. Not smart enough to turn him problems into a nasty rumor but loyal enough to be a good source of advice.

 

“Not really in Florida. But I did meet someone on the plane,” Vince confessed.

 

Diana bounced in her seat. “Was she cute? Does she go here or is she a grad student?” Diana said.

 

Vince smirked.

 

“Not exactly. Let’s just say I met someone older. Much older. Though it’s not their fault… For coming onto me I mean. I said I was thirty,” Vince said.

 

“Someone believed you were thirty?” Diana scoffed.

 

Vince continued, “I know right… The woman I met is thirty-five. I have her number. I guess I just don’t know if I should call or not. She is a little older.”

 

Diana looked aghast.

 

“A little? Vince, come on.  Thirty five is old enough to be your mother,” Diana said.

 

Vince mused for a moment that Diana was lucky her family donated millions to the college’s endowment each year. Without that, she would be a lost duck.

 

“Don’t be such a prude Diana. I’m not saying I’m going to do anything. But it can’t hurt to go out on a date. Plus, age is just a number,” Vince said.

 

Diana’s eyes widened and she continued, “Wow. You’re so chill Vince. I just don’t think I could do it! Three years older is the oldest I would go.”

 

“I guess…” Vince began.

 

Before he could continue, Diana interrupted, “Well just think about the diseases! Someone that old has probably had sex with like sixty people. Women lie too, Vince. Plus, she could be married… Is she rich?”

 

Vince shrugged, “I dunno.”

 

“Well I’m sorry Vince but if she isn’t rich you shouldn’t waste your time. I know it’s like not politically correct or whatever but social status is important! Most couples fight over money and you just don’t want to be with an older woman who doesn’t have it together! Not to mention, she could be a gold digger. You don’t want to squander the Lyman fortune away like that. You know the Moores? Well Dave Moore – Andy’s uncle – married this much younger woman and she murdered him and tried to claim the insurance money.” Diana said.

 

Vince chuckled at her dramatic flair. Vince was trying his best to ignore all of Diana’s antiquated ideas about love and romance. He had no idea where that girl came up with some of these notions. But Diana did have a few good points.

 

“You might be right,” Vince offered. He was half-listening to Diana and off in his own fantasy world, wondering what it would be like to sleep with the woman he’d met on the plane.

 

“Well I just want to protect you sweetie. I don’t want you to set yourself up for disappointment,” Diana said.

 

She gave Vince a hug and then changed the subject. Vince had trouble focusing on Diana’s issues but he tried his best. He couldn’t figure out why Diana kept coming to him for advice; all he did was nod and listen to her and occasionally tell her that she was right. Is that all women wanted from their friends? Vince wasn’t sure. Diana’s last words rung in his head, an important warning he wasn’t sure he could heed.

 

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Romantic Comedy Novels: Keeping His Baby by Raven Ferrari

Romantic Comedy Novels Keeping His BabyRaven Ferrari is best known for her romantic comedy novels and this best seller, Keeping His Baby, was one of the top romance novels in African American Romance, ranking at #13 in the genre. This story is one of Raven's best steamy romance novels due to the electrifying chemistry between her main character Jessica and her attractive love interest Brody. Jessica is an African American up and coming R&B singer. While everyone envies her new celebrity, Jessica feels completely trapped. Her label practically owns her and she sees no chance of escaping…

A plane crash renders her a high profile "missing person" and Jessica is presumed dead…

But she's never felt more alive. After waking up in the Canadian wilderness, Jessica finds herself rescued by a handsome white Canadian named Brody who is good with his hands…

Brody and Jessica immediately hit it off but when Jessica's husband somehow finds her, she's forced to go back to her old life or she'll lose everything.

Despite all of this, Brody is willing to fight for the woman he's fallen in love with, especially after finding out she's pregnant with his child.

Is this a fight Brody will win or will Jessica be trapped in a life she hates forever?

Check out a steamy excerpt from this story below.

 

Romantic Comedy Novels Excerpt: Keeping His Baby

CHAPTER ONE

 

It's already a well-known fact that the brain has hard-wired responses to certain situations. For example, when Jessica was a little girl, she learned about the Boogeyman. Her version of the Boogeyman wasn't just some scary figure hiding in the closet, because Jessica, like many blacks folks, was surrounded by crime and poverty. Getting mugged or burglarized was a routine event in her neighborhood, so when she learned about the Boogeyman, her fear was part reality, part fantasy. As a child, Jessica lived in a quaint single story bungalow. It was entirely possible for her to wake up in the middle of the night and find some strange son of a bitch trying to crack open a window, so to her, the Boogeyman was quite real.

 

When Jessica thought about the Boogeyman, not only was she terrified, she got that hard-wired fearful response from the brain. Everything turned grey and slowed down as she saw her life flashing before her eyes. She could see everything unfolding in slow motion, but she was helpless to stop any of it, which of course made things worse. The only thing that wouldn’t slow down, in fact, was Jessica’s racing heartbeat. It would pound like a war drum and drown out all of the noises in the room. Jessica rarely experienced this hard-wired fearful response. In fact, she could count the number of times that she'd experienced it on one hand. Most notably, that fear response came to her many years later when she was flying through northern Canada.

 

Jessica had just taken on a gig in a little town in northern Canada. She normally wouldn’t have done too many performances so far north, especially for such a skimpy price tag, but she simply couldn’t resist the idea of dogshit in the face of her good-for-nothin’ husband (also her manager) as well as her psychotic producer. As her jet flew thousands of feet in the air, Jessica watched the cold icy tundra of the Canadian wilderness below. An assortment of mixed feelings rumbled around in her heart. You see… Even though Jessica had a bland name, and even though she looked like a relatively bland girl, she was anything but…

 

Jessica was the world’s latest and greatest singing superstar. Her debut album had just gone platinum, and she had a hit single that been sitting pretty at number one on the charts for weeks. Until recently… But before we get into that, let’s back up for a bit so you understand why Jessica’s song had been knocked down from its number one spot, why Jessica’s husband and producer were so mad about it, and why this was the start of a whole shit-show of events that would ultimately lead to Jessica meeting the love of her life…

 

A typical day in Jessica's life would involve running through a conveyor belt of beauticians, personal trainers, nutritionists, voice specialists, studio recording sessions, photographers, record label executives, marketing experts and more… And this was before she hit the road to actually go on tour, in which case Jessica would be living out of a tour bus, and going through an entirely different conveyor belt of technicians, lighting specialists, stage rehearsals, dress rehearsals, and performing before legions of adoring fans.

 

Sounds glamorous, doesn't it? Actually all the superficial glitz and fame was a big fat stinking lie. Sometimes it’s said that in order to make it big in show business you have to sell your soul to the devil. Jessica had learned the truth of this old maxim the hard way. As she sat on her private chartered jet staring out the window, waiting for her rare, once in a lifetime hard-wired fearful response, she remembered the indignified cost of all of her fame and money…

 

When she was just picking up in popularity and gaining an underground fanbase, Jessica still glowed with a bright-eyed innocence and zest for life that could inspire anyone she met. In her heart, she believed that success was just around the corner.

 

She'd say. “Pretty soon I'll be doing a hit single with Drake.”

 

However, in spite of Jessica’s optimism, she struggled to get signed by a major record label, endured rejection after rejection, and was starting to lose faith in herself. To tell you the truth, Jessica’s faith was the whole problem. Nobody could deny that she was a brilliant singer, however Jessica didn’t want to sing dumb pop songs. She wanted to make her name as a Gospel singer.

 

In her formative years, Jessica had grown up singing in the choir with her mother. As an adult, she felt compelled to keep on with her effervescent faith and zest for God. Record labels didn’t like that too much. They loved her voice, but they wanted her to cut back on the Jesus lyrics and increase the cheating lyrics. As you might imagine, this didn’t work out so great for Jessica. The few record labels that actually gave Jessica the time of day kept pitching her the most brutal contract agreements. One particularly stinky deal was for six albums and stipulated that she wouldn't see a dime of profits until after the third one. How my going to eat until then? She thought. Jessica was starting to feel like the music business was rigged, and the artist was destined to lose no matter what.

 

Standing by her side was her ride-or-die husband Kareem. He handled all of the business aspects of her career. However, as Jessica struggled to land a proper deal with a label, Kareem's frustration mounted as well. He kept pressuring Jessica to loosen up on her Gospel singing and to consider adding a little bit of RnB flavor to her songs. As money grew tighter, Kareem’s desperation grew. He and Jessica had been doing great in the underground music scene, but without a record deal, all of their hard work and long nights seemed to be in vain. They were bleeding money, and if they didn't strike gold soon, they would have to pack up and go back home…

 

So what did he do? After about a year of living on a shoestring budget, Kareem dropped by Jessica’s place — she was still living in her mother’s one story bungalow — with what seemed like the greatest news ever…

 

“We’ve got a deal! We’ve got a deal!” He said, hugging and spinning her around passionately…

 

Jessica pealed a scream of elation as she twirled around in the air…

 

“OhmyGod. OhmyGod.” She said feverishly. “Who is it?”

 

“You’ll see…” He said, looking at her with a shit-eating grin.

 

A big name music producer had heard Jessica’s mixtape and taken an interest in her. He was a lot like other big name producers like Dr. Dre and P. Diddy, in that he had worked with many of today's top stars, and he had a ridiculous fucking name. He simply referred to himself in the third person as The Producer. He sat on the throne of Slick Smoke Records, which was a billion-dollar media empire.

 

This man… he was like the King Midas of music. Anything he touched turned to pure gold, and there he was, walking into Jessica’s pink childhood bedroom to offer her a multi-million-dollar deal. As soon as Jessica saw The Producer’s face, she knew what was about to happen. She had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming… Jessica would sign her name on the dotted lines and within six months, everyone in America would know her name. There was, however, an unexpected hiccup in Jessica's big plan. Soon she would understand the significance of Kareem’s shit-eating grin…

 

The Producer was wearing a fine silk shirt and tie. He projected a cold ‘business as usual’  vibe. He carried a thin briefcase that presumably held the contract which, when signed, would change Jessica's life forever. But before he would allow her to actually sign, there would be one last formality which he expected from her. Two, actually…

 

First, Jessica would only have ‘limited access’ to the gospel genre. This meant that she might get to sing a few gospel songs here and there, but there was no fixed agreement as to when and how it would all go down. It was the label’s way of dangling a glimmer of hope over Jessica’s head to shut her up.  If anyone else had proposed the deal to her, Jessica would have torn the contract up, then and there. However, The Producer was no rookie. He had a proven track record of turning people into overnight stars, and Jessica knew that if she could sign to Slick Smoke Records, before long, she would be able to sing as much Gospel music as she wanted.

 

Second, before Jessica could sign the dotted line, she would be required to perform one simple task: Give The Producer a blowjob. Kareem pitched this final task to her as if it were an initiation ritual at a fraternity.

 

“Loyalty matters to a guy like The Producer. If you do it,” Kareem said. “It will be proof that you are truly loyal to the label, and he will become forever loyal to you…”

 

“I can’t believe you would ask me to do this…” She said.

 

“Look” he said. “This is how the business works. Every star that you've ever worshipped, man or woman, has had to suck a producer's cock to get to where they are today. You’re extremely talented, Jessica. So why do you think you’ve been struggling for so long without a deal, when there are other artists with a fraction of your talent who are making millions? It’s because they were willing to do what they had to do to get their foot in the door of this industry…”

 

Jessica was still unconvinced so The Producer finally stepped in to speak for himself. He sounded like a slick used car salesman…

 

“Jessy, baby, believe me, I’ve seen a lot of Rihannas wearing Walmart aprons to know how this game works. You'll never have a more important ten minutes of your life. If you’re smart, that is. If not, you'll spend a long, long time spinning your wheels, eating ramen noodles, and taking shits out of gas station bathrooms until you burn out. So, what do you say? Your husband and I have already have made the arrangements. Just sleep on it for a night, and I'm sure you'll make the right decision in the morning.”

 

Jessica darted a look at Kareem which said it all. Is this for real? Did you really do this behind my back? How could you? Is this the price of our marriage? Do you even really love me? Can you feel the pain in my heart?

 

Kareem leaned forward to console his wife. He tenderly placed his hand on her shoulder and looked at her with puppy dog eyes. His look seemed to say, “It's okay. I'll turn a blind eye to this one. This is just too important.”  Jessica wanted to believe that Kareem was being sincere, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was putting on a world class act.

 

Jessica gave her husband one last pleading look…  

 

“Honey, I can't do this,” she said telepathically. “Please don’t make me do this.”

 

Kareem's face grew cold, and his eyes turned black. The weight of his hand resting on her shoulders suddenly became heavy. Jessica was having the sobering realization that maybe Kareem wasn't asking for her to step outside of their marriage, but ordering her to. In that instance, Jessica finally saw the truth. Kareem was relating to her not as a husband, but as a cold, calculating opportunist. Kareem had dutifully stood by Jessica this whole time, not because he loved her, but because he recognized that he’d been sitting on a goldmine. Now the time had come. Kareem had nurtured his investment for long enough, and now it was time for it to bear fruit.

 

“Jessica will let you know in the morning…” Kareem said, however his admonishing tone suggested that Jessica’s opinion would be completely ignored over the next 24 hours. With that last threat, Kareem, Jessica, and The Producer adjourned their meeting.

 

The Producer didn’t hear back from Jessica for three days. During that time, neither she nor Kareem had set foot outside of her mom’s house, where they were both staying. There was a lot of yelling and smashing coming out of Jessica’s bedroom, but whenever Jessica’s mom knocked on their door to ask what was happening, Jessica always shooed her away and kept her out of it. In the end, Kareem managed to convince Jessica to do the deed.

 

“She’s ready,” he told The Producer over the phone…  

 

Shortly after that call, they arranged a time and place, and Kareem delivered his wife to The Producer on a silver platter. Jessica wasn't the same after that night. Fame came shortly afterward but she didn't enjoy a lick of it. She was a shell-shocked ghost of her former self. There was no more enthusiastic shiny glint in her eye. She was an object — a machine to be used and abused. She carried the grey grimace of a prostitute, because, well, that's what she felt like. What’s more, Jessica’s shady dealings with The Producer were only scratching the surface…

 

Once Jessica signed the contract, Gospel singing went completely out the window. She was totally controlled in every way imaginable. Now she was legally obligated to sing whatever lyrics were put on her desk. And some of those lyrics… were terrible. Take her most recent hit, for example. Let's see how you like some of the lyrics from Last Night's Glory:

 

Baby, baby, maybe we’re going too fast.

You started going down, but I didn’t even ask.

And I was shocked, shocked, boy if only I was waxed.

Cuz baby, lick my ass, you can get up in my crack…

 

It was official. Jessica hated everything about her life in show business. She didn't even have the control to sing the songs that she loved most. Before she was famous, she thought that she would gain power and influence and freedom with her new record deal. Nothing could be further from the truth. The worst part about it was, Jessica's adoring fans loved with her music. She sang about ass licking and they ate it all up, so to speak.

 

Sometime Jessica wondered what the people would think if she wrote some of her own original lyrics. Would people still buy her records if she sang about God? What about true love? Would they show up to her shows if she spoke from the heart? To Jessica, the fact that she was forced to sacrifice every strand of her creative process killed her inside. It was just another way that show business turned out to be a huge disappointment…


Within a few months of her record deal, Jessica was touring around the world. The arrangement suited her perfectly, because she wanted to be as far away from Kareem and The Producer as possible. When she travelled to remote places in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, this was the only time she could be sure that she wouldn’t have to submit to their sexual appetites. Which brings us back to Jessica’s mid-air flight over Canada.

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