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Are you Bi-Satisfied?

Are you Bi-Satisfied? I am. I'm so happy with the release of my book. The sales are doing pretty damn good. Although, I'm a bit saddened it hasn't come out on Kindle yet, but believe me, I keep stalking Amazon to see when it will be released on the e-book format. This book isn't for everybody and I was aware of that when I wrote it. However, it's still a good story. I wish people could get past their fear and/or disgust of two masculine black men being intimate with one another and enjoy the story instead of focusing solely on the bisexual aspect of it, although it is a huge part of the story.

I want to say thank you to all of my readers and friends who have supported me by buying the book. Aamirah, Shantel, Gabby, Kai Leakes, Tanishia, Kat, Kattory, and HUGE shoutout to Sammie Preston. You guys rock! Much love to my agent, who always has my back. Thank you to James C. Lewis of Noire 3000 Studios in Atlanta, Georgia for my eye-catching cover and the female cover model, Daryka LadyAce Momon. She went out and purchased the book on the day it was released.

Now it's back to the lab to put an ending to Chyanne, Jamie, Aric, and Gabe's story. I have no idea what's going to happen in this book, but better believe, it'll be messy, messy, MESSY!

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  1. I really need another chyanne book. I think it's time lol.hopefully her story ends with true love and not lust because she is one of my favorite plus size beauties. She deserves a little bit of happiness even though she loves to self sabotage lol

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  2. Hi, Zaneta! It's coming. I'm working on 'Tell Me No More' as we speak! Thank you so much for your support.

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