Short BWWM Books: The Quarterback’s Baby by Orlena James

The Quarterback's baby is this first of many in Orlena Jamesshort bwwm books the quarterback's baby' short BWWM books series. 

In this story, Vega Jameson is a regular African American woman living in a small town where a popular NFL team hosts their annual summer training camp. One of the players walks into the vet's office where she works and they immediately hit it off.

After an amazing date, their night ends with a bang.

Orlena James has worked to bring her best contemporary fiction to print in this steamy romance short. If you love romantic stories featuring black women and white men but you aren't quite interested in full length novels, you'll enjoy this impish short!

 

 

 

Short BWWM Book Excerpt: The Quarterback's Baby

 

Vega Jameson was working the lonely Wednesday afternoon shift at Dr. Wagner's Veterinary Office. She couldn’t believe Arya had convinced her to take this shift. Vega had given up a date with an incredibly attractive guy she’d met online just for this extra shift. Hey, Vega needed the money far more than she needed a man in her life. Plus the way Arya had begged her, Vega felt guilty for saying no.

 

During the summer, the town was dead. Vega lived in a small central New York town with a large state university. Without the students, the town was about as lively as a cemetery. Vega couldn’t believe she was stuck here for the entire summer. The only thing remotely interesting that happened here during the summer was the big major league football training camp. At least it would have been interesting if Vega gave a damn about football.

 

I need to quit this damn job. Vega thought to herself. Since the office was empty (as usual), Vega checked the back to make sure Dr. Wagner was preoccupied. She was. Dr. Wagner was busy tending to some poor abandoned cat in the back. Vega took that opportunity to take a long bathroom break. She walked into the bathroom and caught sight of herself in the mirror.

 

I look awful. Vega thought to herself. Since she’d picked up a last minute shift, Vega hadn’t had the chance to do her usual prep for work. Despite her insecurity, Vega was far from ugly. Vega’s skin had a beautiful dark color so dark that it was almost purple. She had short natural hair that she preferred to wear in long black Senegalese twists that fell down the middle of her back. There was nothing more soothing to Vega than spending a Sunday at the salon getting her hair done even if her scalp hurt like hell for a few days afterwards…

 

Vega filed her nails in the bathroom and then pulled her makeup bag out of her purse. It didn’t seem like anyone would be coming into the office anyways. Dr. Wagner had no appointments until 4. Vega started doing her makeup and just as she was putting the finishing touches on her lips, she heard the front door open. Shit!

 

Vega finished applying her grape colored lipstick and rushed out. Unfortunately, her boss had gotten to the customer first. Dr. Wagner was speaking with the man at the counter while Vega tried to tiptoe onto the scene hoping she could take over and escape Dr. Wagner’s wrath.

 

“Vega! We have a customer here who you kept waiting…”

 

She turned to the man, “I’m sorry Mr. Patterson. It’s impossible to find good help these days.”

 

Mr. Patterson let out an uncomfortable smile.

 

“I think she can handle making the appointment from here,” He suggested.

 

Dr. Wagner was blushing — Vega couldn’t figure out why.

 

“Oh no… I wouldn’t want your appointment to get messed up… Vega! Where did you put my appointment book?” She said, frantically searching around the front desk.

 

Vega pointed to the book right in front of Dr. Wagner’s eyes

 

“It’s right there,” She mumbled.

 

Dr. Wagner picked it up and flipped through it confused for a few minutes.

 

“Oh forget it! Vega! Make an appointment for Mr. Patterson and don’t mess it up,” She hissed before returning to the back.

 

Vega quietly made her way to the counter and mumbled, “Hi, what can I help you with today sir.”

 

The man standing across the counter didn’t reply for a while, he just smiled.  Vega raised her eyebrows as if to say “Yes??”

 

“She’s a bit nutty isn’t she?” He whispered.

 

Huh? Vega realized that he was talking about her boss.

 

“Yeah she is. I’m so going to get chewed out for not being here. But you’re the only customer we’ve had all day. What can I help you with?”

 

“I need an appointment for my dog… Angel… She’s a pug. Anyways. I’m from out of town and I brought her here but she’s been acting real funny lately. I just want someone to take a look at her tomorrow. I can bring her by after practice,” He said.

 

“Oh… Are you here for SUNY preseason?” Vega asked.

 

“No…” He replied.

 

He seemed a bit shy. Vega realized that there was something familiar about him too.

 

“Wait a second do you play for the — .”

 

“Yes…”

 

“Well that explains Doctor Wagner,” Vega replied.

 

Maybe it was because she’d just found out he was in the NFL, but Vega began to see that the man in front of her was cute. He looked a hell of a lot better than the usual white guys that traipsed around her town. He was tall, had a gorgeous white smile and he was clearly muscular. His arms and shoulders bulged through his black t-shirt.

 

“Um so when do you want that appointment?” Vega asked. Suddenly, she didn’t feel very composed and she felt grateful that she’d put on her makeup in the back room.

 

“How about four?” He asked.

 

Vega nodded. “That sounds good. Thanks for coming in today. Can I get a number to remind you of the appointment?”

 

“Is that a ploy to get my number?” He asked.

 

Vega couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

 

She looked up wide eyed.

 

“I’m teasing,” He said with an impish glint in his eye.

 

“Oh…”

 

Vega knew she was being unreasonably awkward. She couldn’t wait for this entire exchange to be over.

 

“Hey, if you want to, you could come down to practice today. It’s open to the public and afterwards we can get a drink or something…”

 

“Are you still joking?”

 

“Not this time.”

 

Vega was giddy. She had just been asked out by someone who actually played for the NFL. Whether or not she knew anything about football, she knew this was a big deal.

 

“Wow… Well… sure! I’d love to,” Vega replied.

 

“Great well I’ll see you then,” He said.

 

“I’m Caelan by the way.”

 

“I’m Vega.”

 

“Well I’ll see you later Vega,” He said, flashing his signature grin.

 

Just like that he was gone and Vega was left to process what had just happened alone. Her time to process was short lived. Dr. Wagner burst into the reception area and Vega could tell she was on the war path.

 

“Vega! Can you explain to me why you weren’t in the office when a famous customer walked through the door!” She hissed.

 

“I was in the bathroom.”

 

“Abusing drugs?”

 

“No… using the toilet,” Vega said with a huff.

 

“Well… I’m sure you made a fool of yourself in front of him. When is his appointment? I can’t wait for him to get back. This could be my chance Vega! I’m tired of dealing with little boys you know? A guy like him… he’s a real man. He could treat me right. Do you think I should get a haircut?”

 

Vega didn’t have it in her to tell her boss that Caelan had just asked her out. She didn’t think Kat Wagner would have appreciated that very much either.

 

“His appointment is tomorrow around four.”

 

“Good. Excellent. I’m glad you didn’t screw that up. You know Vega… I don’t think you should be too jealous.”

 

“Jealous of what?”

 

“Well, I’m just saying… I worked hard throughout my life. That’s why I have a successful veterinary practice and I can find successful men to appreciate me.”

 

Before Vega could unleash her anger, the cat that Dr. Wagner was caring for in the back let out an aggressive meow.

 

MRROOWWW!

 

“Now stay here Vega and don’t miss any more customers,” She said before scurrying to the back.


Vega couldn’t wait for her shift to be over. She couldn’t believe what her boss had said to her. How could she think that Vega didn’t work hard? Vega worked this shitty job to make ends meet. That didn’t mean she didn’t have bigger goals or aspirations. Vega counted down the minutes to when she could bust out of Dr. Wagner’s office. The perfect revenge would be going down to Caelan’s practice and enjoying every minute of it.

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Books Similar to 50 Shades Of Grey: Hershey’s Kiss

Books Similar to 50 Shades of Grey Hershey's Kiss If you like books similar to 50 Shades of Grey, you'll enjoy Raven Ferrari's debut novel Hershey's Kiss. One of her amazing romance novels, Raven's story explores an interracial romance through the eyes of the billionaire Brandon as he falls out of love with his shallow wife and in love with his black governess, Hershey. If you love romantic stories featuring attractive billionaire's and confident, intelligent black women, you'll love Hershey's Kiss.

A man who seems to have it all is having trouble holding it all together. Brandon Boulder is a white alpha male billionaire with the "perfect" family. Except for the fact that his wife is a drug addict and serial cheat who refuses to care for their autistic son. A lesser man would have given up on the marriage and cheated on Jeanette Boulder long ago, but Brandon was a man of morals who turned down the advances of women at every turn.

The one person Brandon loved more than anyone in the world was his son, Jason. But Jason had problems of his own and had to be pulled out of school for the discrimination he faced due to his autism. Brandon had nowhere to turn so he hired a renowned au pair… Hershey Alexander.

Hershey Alexander, an accomplished black woman, was a naturally beautiful and confident savant who was more than happy for this well paying gig.

Brandon and Hershey soon discover their fatal attraction and fall madly in love, but neither of them could predict the impact they would have on each other's lives, or the lengths Jeanette would go to keep her breadwinner. What would Brandon have to lose to get the woman of his dreams to be his forever?

Books Similar to 50 Shades of Grey: Hershey's Kiss Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

 

“Hey honey…” Jeanette said. “I didn’t know you were home yet. Come try this martini I had special ordered to me. Cost only $5000, and the thing is to-fucking-die-for.”

 

While accepting the martini glass that was thrust into his hand, Brandon responded with a curious raise of his eyebrow.

 

“Hey Jin,” he said. “Did you pick up Jason already? It seems kind of early for you to be drinking so much…”

 

While Brandon ran a multi-billion-dollar company, Jeanette’s responsibilities were but a few. Actually… There was only one. She was responsible for their son, Jason. For the last few weeks, Brandon and Jeanette started to suspect that something may be wrong with Jason. He wasn’t as well-adjusted as the other kids at school. He couldn’t figure out how to pee in a toilet bowl yet, so he wore a diaper. He hadn’t figured out how to draw yet, so while his peers would draw stick figures of their families, Jason would just scribble to his heart’s content. Brandon had a team of doctors check his son; his pride and joy.

 

Jeanette was a white trust fund baby who had spent the majority of her life “trying to keep the weight of” through a number of unhealthy methods. As a result, she looked perpetually gaunt, even haunting. She had dirty blonde hair, shoulder length that she wore in a twisted, complicated bun. Her eyes were brown to the point where they looked pitch black. Sometimes, staring into her eyes would send a primal chill throughout Brandon’s body. The darkness of her eyes contrasted with her pallor giving her a nearly demonic look at times.

 

Of course, Jeanette was “conventionally” beautiful. That had to have been part of the reason Brandon married her. She dressed tastefully in the most expensive clothing. She was educated at the finest private schools and universities. Jeanette obtained her Mrs. degree and immediately found a husband who could keep up with her fast-paced spending habits. Jeanette was a woman of the upper class, but that didn’t mean she was perfect.

 

But Brandon didn’t have time to think about Jeanette… The thought of a son who might not be perfectly healthy terrified Brandon. He himself was abnormally healthy for his age. He was extremely athletic. Brandon made the mistake of trying to swim at a public pool last summer, and within 15 minutes the paparazzi descended upon him like locusts and swarmed around the pool, viciously snapping pictures. The flashes were enough to induce an epileptic seizure. The next day, Brandon was on the cover of seventeen tabloids, and nine major magazines. Most of them zoomed in on one tiny part of his body: his hip flexors.

 

Those were the muscles which trailed from his abdominals all the way into his groin. They were the muscles of Greek gods and Roman statues. Brandon’s flexors signified ultimate beauty, as they had for thousands of years. That little swimming pool episode instantly triggered a new hip flexor trend around fashionistas and Hollywood celebrities. Now it wasn’t good enough to have a sixpack, you had to have those damn hip flexors. If your hip flexors didn’t trail into your cock like some biological innuendo —  if moviegoers couldn’t see that the magic V — then you were nothing. Shit.  All of this started, because Brandon wanted to take a damned swim.

 

After months of concern, Brandon has his son tested. Brandon knew he would love his son anyway; he just wanted to know what was wrong. The doctor’s report came back with one clear message: Jason was autistic. So nothing was really “wrong”, but it would be a lot of work to mold Jason’s world to fit his unique psychological profile. Jeanette seemed to be neutral about this information, but Brandon was absolutely devastated. Brandon was a perfect genetic specimen. He was vastly intelligent, he was extremely handsome, and he had the body of an Adonis. What’s more, Brandon had the highest aspirations for his son, Jason. He dreamed of the day when, after grooming his little boy for years, Jason would take the mantle and grow Boulder Corp into an even bigger and better organization. With this news, Brandon’s dream seemed to shatter to a million pieces.

 

While it was difficult to see his son struggling with a condition that would render him a pariah; watching his wife Jeanette descend into an abyss of alcoholism felt like shards of glass were being thrown in his eye. When they got married, they promised that they wouldn’t be like those other rich people who paid everybody to keep their kids as far away from them as possible. Brandon and Jeanette vowed to be active parents; the type who knew who their kid’s friends were, and where they were after dark. That’s why Jeanette’s next words hit Brandon like a bus, almost knocking him over…

 

“Nah…” Jeanette said. “I didn’t get him yet. He’s still at school. The Amex concierge service will be waiting for him when he gets out.”

 

Brandon’s face turned white, then red, then blue, then back to red. He instantly daydreamed about strangling this woman, this stranger in his wife’s body. Who would ever do something so irresponsible? Leaving a four year old autistic boy to be picked up by some strange man in a car? Brandon felt such strong proportions of rage and stupor that he was completely gridlocked and couldn’t say anything. He simply dropped the martini glass in his hand to the ground out of pure shock.

 

“Brandon! Look what you did! This was a $5000 martini. Sloan Brinkley personally made it me and rush delivered it in a liquid nitrogen cooler… Ah forget it. You’ve probably never even heard of Sloan before. How could you ever appreciate fine things if you don’t even know the world’s greatest mixologist?”

 

“Maybe if you worried about your son the way you worried about booze…” He muttered through gritted teeth.

 

Brandon’s remark instantly sent Jeanette into a fit of defensive rage. It was such an automatic response that it wasn’t clear whether this was all happening at random, or if she was looking for a fight. Jeanette smashed a nearby vase, and then she leapt at the first expensive painting she could find to scratch and claw at it, all the while screaming and howling like a monstrous animal.

 

“Don’t you fucking blame me for what happened yesterday… You can’t blame me for that shit.”

 

Jeanette reached for an ornament on a nearby surface and she launched it across the room. It smashed into the wall and broke into thousands of pieces. Brandon was now growing tired of her violent antics, so he stepped toward her, squared his shoulders to hers, and he gently placed his hands on her elbows so that she would stop. Then, Brandon continued with a more soothing tone of voice. This was a smart move…

 

“Jeanette, your son needs you. Why aren’t you willing to be there for him?”

 

Tears start streaming from Jeanette’s face.

 

* * *

 

The Amex concierge delivery service did just as it promised. When school was over, it delivered little Jason to the manor. To their credit, they’d done their job perfectly. It was just everyone else who was screwing up. By the time Jason arrived, Jeanette was in a drunken stupor, and she was fuming in a locked room somewhere. She was far too absorbed in her own selfish concerns to notice that something was seriously up with Jason. As the Amex concierge service guy handed Jason to Brandon, he looked nervous.

 

“I think you should give a call to his school right away.” said the Amex guy.

 

“Why? What’s the matter?” Brandon said, feeling increasingly concerned as he saw that his child was visibly upset. Jason folded his arms tightly and looked at the ground. His face had streams of dried tears on each side and it was clenched in a terrible frown.

 

“I think he had an accident, or something.” said the Amex guy.

 

Since Jason refused to say a word, Brandon immediately called the school and found out all the details. Sometime after lunch, the teachers found him rocking back and forth in a corner, facing the wall. There were more kids encircling him about 10 feet away. That was about as close as they were willing to go, no further.

 

All of the kids let out one giant Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww in unison. Jason, who was backed into the corner from this social ostracism, was flush with humiliation. The teachers shooed the kids away and tried to get Jason cleaned up, but he fought them off ferociously. He didn’t like being touched. Not by strangers. Not by this random woman his parents left him with every day.

When one teacher tried to take his hand, he leapfrogged over her like a rabid tree dwelling creature. When another teacher stepped in, Jason bit her forearm, leaving raw teeth marks on her skin. When they ganged up on him, he shook violently like he was having an epileptic seizure… It took Jason almost an hour to get cleaned up, and by that time, school was over and it was time to go home.

 

Hearing this news, Brandon was aghast. My son can’t live like this. He thought. A boy shouldn’t be punished because he’s autistic. Brandon was suddenly sure, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that his Brandon needed more specialized care.

 

Brandon entered the little cave-room where Jeanette was binge-drinking. Her feet were up and she reclined her chair as far back as it would go. Her eyes were closed, perhaps because she was fighting hold down the contents of her stomach.

 

“Come. Drink with meeee.” she slurred.

 

“No, Jeanette.” Brandon said with an annoyed tone. “Do you know what happened to Jason today?”

 

“Oh, imsickofyourshit!” she attacked. “Th-that boy is a b-big, b-b-boy. He’ll be fineee.”

 

Brandon plucked the glass out of Jeanette’s hand and poured the whiskey in it onto the floor. Then he poured her bottle of whiskey on the floor. While he poured the liquor out, he kept looking Jeanette in the eye so she’d understand that he was as serious as a heart attack. Jeanette pouted in protest, and stretched her arm out longingly for her fallen liquor. When he was finished, Brandon turned toward the liquor cabinet and with an evil look in his eye, he decided that he was going to smash the whole thing. Jeanette panicked. Not her booze!

 

She stumbled off her recliner toward the liquor cabinet, but she slipped on the wet floor and she hopelessly tried to catch her balance. After three good attempts, Jeanette fell face-first on the floor. Brandon opened the cabinet and grabbed five bottles, then he opened a nearby window and tossed them outside. He repeated himself until there was no more alcohol in the room. Jeanette continued to watch from the floor. Feeling hopeless to stop him, Jeanette started to cry.

 

Brandon stooped down to get to Jeanette’s eye level. He held her by the shoulders and looked squarely in her eyes.

 

“You’re getting help…” he said. “And we’re getting someone to take care of Jason. I’m not going to let this get any worse.”

 

“Nooooooooooo.” Jeanette whimpered. “I can doo dis. Let me have a chance. I’ll sober up and take care of our son.”

 

As Jeanette grovelled on the floor, Brandon suddenly noticed that he had never felt less interested in his wife. He wondered if he even loved her anymore? If this were a business deal, Brandon would have been a cold hearted bastard and dropped her like a hot potato, but this was different. This was his family. He wanted to believe that Jeanette could change… and that she could be the woman he’d married in the first place. Brandon decided to grant her a second chance. It wasn’t a free chance… but it was a chance all the same.

 

If one more incident like this happened, Brandon determined it would be the last time he would trust his wife. This could be the end of our marriage. Brandon thought to himself. He felt sick for even having these thoughts. When he’d taken those marriage vows, he’d meant them seriously. In sickness and in health. Brandon intended to live by “til’ death do us part”, but not at the cost of his son’s health and happiness. He loved his son too much for that.

 

Before Jason was born, he thought instinctive parenting was just for women. But nothing could beat a father’s love for his children… Except a mother’s love. Unfortunately, Jeanette didn’t seem to be one of those mothers ingrained with a large amount of maternal instinct. Nevertheless, she was his wife.

 

“Get cleaned up, and take care of our son. Okay?”

 

He helped her up from the puddle of liquor, holding onto her tightly.

 

* * *

 

Some women like chocolate, others like gifts, both of those work quite well on Jeanette, but there was one thing above all which calmed her down most. Sex. Brandon had long learned that the best we to get Jeannette back to happy spirits would be to give her a good hard romp in the sack. All her troubles and worries melted away after an earth-shattering orgasm.  

 

This would be easy in a different circumstance, but Brandon found Jeanette’s antics to be increasingly unattractive. His guts were still so twisted up about Jason, that he struggled to look Jeanette in the eye and pound her pussy with a warrior’s cock at the same time.

 

“Fuck me!”  Jeanette whined. “Fuck me harder!”

 

Brandon flashed back to the years when his marriage was happy. He had no problem fucking her then. Now… Jeanette couldn’t do it for him. Being the billionaire businessman that he was, Brandon could see diminishing returns on his investment. His marriage had been bleeding red for years now. The only time Brandon ever whipped out his animal side, was times like this… When he had to. It’s not like he couldn’t a savage beast, he just hated doing it with Jeanette. He was too loyal to sleep with anyone else. Or too much of a pussy. Brandon thought to himself.

 

Brandon’s wealth, fame and good looks didn’t go unnoticed by women at large. He was constantly hit on by women everywhere he went. And those who didn’t hit on him simply stared him down, and undressed him with their eyes. Every so often, however, Brandon ran into a lady who was both stunningly attractive and also mercilessly flirtatious. He struggled the most with those women.

 

For example, last week he had an appointment with a Boeing representative. They sent over one Julianna Sundress. Yes, that was her real name, and although she wasn’t wearing a sundress, she looked like such a homespun pure Colombian princess that she might as well be wearing a sundress, too. She had the type beauty made guys want to get married after the third date. She smelled like dewdrops. Or at least, her smell made you want to stay cuddled up in bed, the way dewdrops on everything outside make you feel like it’s still too early to take things seriously.

 

Her hair was dark brown, long and wavy. It flowed all the way down to the small of her back, but this wasn’t obvious at first. Her hair was actually up in a bun with some soft looking flower stuck in it. This flower was the only playful hint of her at first. She was in full business attire, with glasses and a neutral lipstick. After a second cocktail (which came really fast) she pulled her hair down, and the bun was gone forever. Brandon couldn’t believe he was thinking about this while he was inside of his wife… But he couldn’t stop.

 

Over the course of the hour, his meeting with Julianna meeting was less and less about business, and more and more about Brandon’s famous hip flexor muscles. Julianna started touching Brandon whenever she spoke. I think your company should go in this direction. Touch. Adding a Boeing jet to your capital assets will save your bottom line in the long run. Touch. Aren’t you in the cover of Esquire? Touch. You’re so handsome. Touch.

 

The more Julianna touched him, the more confident she became. Her hands started to travel to more and more adventurous places. Her hands trembled slightly, and gripped more firmly. It was the grasp of someone who didn’t want to let go; someone who had way too much pleasure in grasping things. It reminded Brandon of when of a baby intuitively grasps onto an adult’s finger with their little baby hands. Julianna’s hands trembled more as she traveled up Brandon’s thigh. They kept chatting and Brandon didn’t stop her. Julianna’s hand traveled all the way up to his cock, and when it got there, Brandon’s cock was already rock hard and throbbing. It was so engorged that Julianna could feel his pulse pounding heavily through the engorged member.

 

Julianna was surprised. Perhaps not because of what she was doing, or even because Brandon was allowing her to do it, but because she could tell that Brandon’s cock wanted it so badly. She tuned into the sensations of her fingertips and noticed the large veins that she was touching. His cock was large enough that her petite hand couldn’t wrap around its entire girth. Her eyes were filled with wanton desire from this observation. She instantly wanted his cock in every orifice of her body. She pictured it in her mouth, then her pussy, and then her asshole… and then in all three holes all over again. Julianna’s hand rested on his cock for a few more moments. Brandon simply smiled and called the meeting to an end. There was no continuation. Brandon never violated any boundaries.

 

Upon leaving, he whispered “I’m married. Happily.” into her ear. Neither he nor she believed the words that came out of his mouth. Brandon was certainly lying through his teeth. His last whisper was more of a chance to savor her smell one last time, than to actually put up any pretense about his wife. Julianna was somewhat confused, and disappointed; she simply dithered into the background. Brandon could hardly tell what happened after that. She was just gone.

 

… Now, while he was fucking his wife, Brandon wished more than anything that he was fucking Julianna instead. Harder? He thought. She wants it harder?  Brandon started pounding Jeanette with all of his force and might. The harder he fucked Jeanette, the more he thought of Julianna, or any other woman for that matter…  he tried not to, but he couldn’t help it.

 

“I’m married.” He muttered to himself with The Grinch’s facial expression. “Happily.”

 

The smell of Jeanette’s pussy was now wafting in the air. It smelled like a desert brothel. To Brandon, it seemed like her scent was now caking over everything in the room. I think she has a yeast infection. He thought. They’re calling my son “shit boy” at school now. He thought. Why the fuck am I thinking about this right now? He thought.

 

Brandon’s thoughts raced at a million miles per hour. He couldn’t stop them. He didn’t want to. The more he thought about Jeanette, the more he wanted to think about other things. He came up with a good compromise: He fantasized about Julianna. In order to keep his focus on sweet Julianna,  Brandon had to avoid making eye contact with his wife Jeanette. Her eyes were cold and hard. They were the type of eyes that soldiers came back with after they’d killed babies in Afghanistan. Brandon switched off the light, and then he went into his dreamland. He imagined Julianna’s dew drop smell. He imagined sniffing her neck and then bite just a little bit too hard.

 

He saw himself sucking her soft rouge lips, and then teasing her tongue. He pictured himself grabbing a tuft of her flowing brown hair and yanked on it like a savage; even growling a little bit. Brandon would guide her head down to his monstrous cock, and Julianna would glide her hands over his chest, his nipples, his abdominals, and his famous hip flexors… all the way down to jackpot. When she would try to suck his cock, she would struggle and gag. It would be too difficult to fit the whole thing in. In his fantasy, she was soft in every way; even in her voice. She would moan and squeal just a bit. His cock would be a challenge, but she was a trooper. A soft trooper.

 

Brandon pulled himself out of his fantasy lightly; just barely. He noticed that in his fantasy, he didn’t come in her mouth. No… When he came close to the point of no return, he’d stick his fat cock in her pussy. Her flowery noises would be like a bluejay’s morning whistle. Her pussy clenched. She was coming, and so was he. Brandon would keep squirting inside of her until her pussy was full; until she was pregnant.

 

Brandon came back to reality and saw his wife’s cold black eyes again. He looked down and saw that he’d ejaculated. He couldn’t tell if she was happy about it or not. Either way, he was finished. Thank God. Now that Jeanette had been placated, Brandon pushed all of the thoughts of Julianna, his company, and everything else out of his mind. He was now refocused on the one thing that was most important to him: his son.


Jason was now fast asleep in his bed, but he’d had the worst day of his life. Brandon was now faced with a serious dilemma of what to do about it… He watched his sleeping son and said a little prayer over his sleeping body. It was silly. Brandon hadn’t prayed in years. But it was all he could do to keep from crying. He was supposed to protect his son, and he’d all but failed to do so. A prayer couldn’t hurt.

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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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