Here is a list of my current projects.
A Deviant Time (Time Bandit, 2)
Superhero novel with strong romantic elements
Release date TBA
The phone trembled as the woman held it in front of them. “See. Here’s his picture. Wait a sec.” She enlarged the image with a pinch of her fingers. “There. He’s about six feet. With a goatee. Brown. Brown hair with, like, a few grays in it. He was going gray, and it was bothering him, but I told him that I liked it. It made him look more distinguished, you know? I was razzing him that it made him look older than me, which I like because I’m two years older than him, and I told him that I hope he gets more grays because I color my hair, even though he told me that I didn’t need to because he loves—“ Her voice cracked, and Time Bandit watched as tears welled up in her eyes. “Anyway. Did you see him? My husband? Was he there? He’s been missing for six weeks.”
Time Bandit slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t.” The woman’s crestfallen look broke her heart. “But like I’ve been telling everyone, I didn’t see anyone in particular. So many of the rooms were dark. People were asleep. None of us saw anyone.”
Chi-Town Ballers (Book 1)
Frankie Davis is the youngest woman to be appointed General Manager of an NBA team. At 32, she has ten years experience in the WNBA—four as captain of the team—and two championship rings. She’s got a head for basketball and for business, which is why the owner of the Chi-Town Ballers hired her for the job. Putting Frankie in the top spot was the last decision her father made before becoming ill, and she’s determined to make him proud by turning around a sinking franchise that hasn’t seen a playoff season in seven years. Her first order of business is to recruit the best players to head the starting lineup.
Jason “Jump Shot” Wilson is at the height of his career. Fresh off a three-year championship run, he has everything—fame, money, endorsements, and women. Lots and lots of women. But while every night his bed is filled with an enthusiastic new partner, Jason can’t take his mind off the one who got away. The chemistry he had with his college sweetheart was electric, and their mutual love of the game both drew them together and broke them apart. Over the years, it became impossible to maintain a bi-coastal relationship, particularly when both of them shone as stars of their respective teams.
Frankie knows that Jason is the best point guard in the NBA, and if she can convince him to move to Chicago, the rest of the players will be easy to recruit. It’ll take a lot of money to get him to leave New York, but she’s got that. What she hopes she has is the resolve to keep the past in the past. General Managers make decisions that are based on business, not based on the heart, and they certainly don’t get involved with their players. The media’s eyes are on her and her leadership, and she’s determined to usher the Chi-Town Ballers into a new era with Jason at the helm, even if her mind and her body can’t help remembering how it felt to have him in her bed.
Warning—This book contains a player with great hands and a woman who can handle the balls. Mix together money, power, and a full court press and you get a sweaty, physical game that could either end with a technical foul or a slam dunk.
Contemporary Fiction (Coming-of-age novel)
Samantha tuned out her mother’s laundry-list of tells and pressed the back of her head against the now-cool leather seats. She watched the neighborhood whiz by her window. The well-worn south side of Chicago was gritty in the early May morning. Men with their winter clothes on their backs and wool caps on their heads pushed their grocery-carted lives past hard-faced women with fretful babies on their hips. A bus burped and bellowed, spilling smoky exhaust as it groaned to a halt in front of a bus stop. A lean, harried women yanked her toddler by the arm as she boarded. A stooped, grey woman struggled to follow.
It was all the same. The same grimy people living the same down-on-their-luck lives on the same cracked street corner on the same south side that Samantha had always known. The streets were different when her parents first got married and moved into their home—only the second black family on the block. But that was 20 years ago, and the white neighbors had fled for the greener suburban pastures and now all that remained were the run-down homes, the shady businesses with rusty gates on their windows, and the broke-down people. And the Matthews.