Book News – Good & Bad

I swear the only time I ever get on here to share a post is with something really positive, or really negative. I’m cold and hot. It’s so sad!


For all of my El Jefe & Gianna fans…I’ve come to the conclusion that I will no longer be writing their last book. I have a lot in the works and, unfortunately, their story just doesn’t fit into the schedule.








JUST KIDDING! Like I would ever do that to you guys. I will write the final book in the Venom trilogy. I’m actually excited to get deeper into it and make some madness and chaos happen. I will say that because of this being the final book, this one will be a bit longer than the others, so it will take me more time to write it.

With that being said, though, Venom, 3 will probably be the very last book of that trilogy and my very last dark romance, period. I know there are people who love Jefe & Gia. Trust me, I love them too. I really didn’t think that many people would care for this trilogy! To see your excitement for it, thrills me!

I’m not a believer that romances like these should be dragged out. I like my readers to paint their own futures for my characters. After all, you went on the journey with them. It’s only right that they do what you want them to do when it’s all over.

The thing about darker romances, though, is that they weigh really, really heavy on me. I didnt grow up with the brightest childhood. My family struggled with a lot. We were never hungry or without clothes on our backs, but we also never had luxuries either. I mean, our AC didn’t even work and we couldn’t afford to get it fixed. None of our cars were new. I didn’t get my first real cellphone until I was seventeen, I believe, and I ended up paying the bill for it with my own money from my $7.25 an hour job. As you can imagine, that was pretty much my whole check. LOL. As a chlid, I wanted a lot of things but never asked because I wasn’t the type of person to do that. I always made things happen myself by getting a job (or two) and working my tail off as much as possible. (Probably why I’m such an ambitious little punk now.)

Dark romances are hard. HARD. The twists and turns I come up with, you guys say are genius, but to me they begin to feel…easy, so to speak. It’s scary how I can dissolve into that dark world and make killing and murdering so…pleasant. I have an overactive imagination. Sometimes it scares me.

So I’ll be the first to tell you that because of this, I cannot write dark anymore. It sounds dumb, and pointless, but just this year I’ve found out I suffer from a bit of anxiety. I worry about things that I really shouldn’t even give a second thought. Dark + anxiety do not mix, okay? LOL. For the sake of my mental health, and to make sure my mind doesn’t drift down the wrong path, I am going to take a big leap away from the dark, because it is not for everyone. I even had some people say 100 PROOF was dark, which I didn’t think was dark at all – and that’s a prime example of how my mind is starting to normalize these things.

So, this will be my last dark romance. I won’t say EVER because anything could happen. But during my live video in the Sweethearts Group, I mentioned how I was working on a new book. A new series. I’m working on rebranding myself. My books will still be full of sexiness and arrogant, undeniable men. Some will have have taboo/forbidden situations (because I freaking LOVE forbidden!) I have 5 books set up for this new series. All of them will be standalones, and all of them will most likely be interconnected in some way.

I am excited about it, and I can’t wait until I can announce more about it.

With this new series coming into play, that means I, unfortunatey, won’t be finishing the Sweet Promises trilogy. I know. That’s the real bad news! I’m crying! Unfortunately, that trilogy is not in high demand – not as much as Venom 3. I can count on my fingers how many people are actually asking about it, so this is my announcement now… I probably won’t finish it. There are some stories that you just have to let go of. Some just don’t work out as you had planned. Some you just lose the passion for. I may end up writing bits and pieces and uploading to Wattpad but that is a BIG maybe and I can’t make any promises on it.

I will be working hard on this new standalone series, on rebranding myself, on building my name and writing my tail off. So basically, after Venom 3, you can expect a refreshed Shanora. A…simpler Shanora, but still the same author to add in the drama and twists and turns. My books are always going to be heavy on the romance, with a dose of angst, and some blazing hot, sexy scenes!

I hope you can understand!

Please know you can always chat with me on Facebook, via email, or anywhere I am online if you ever need to talk to me or have any questions!


Peace out, babies!

Be Mine, Little Knight (A Tainted Duet Valentine’s Day Bonus Chapter)

Valentine’s Day is here, so I hope you guys enjoy this little treat from me. I know how much Theo & Chloe aka Daddy Black & Little Knight mean to you guys, so I hope you enjoy it!

** Please ignore any errors. This was written for fun during my free time. 🙂 **




I couldn’t handle it anymore.

I wanted to consider myself weak, stupid—a terrible, terrible mother. I was at the point where I felt I was going to explode if I didn’t get a single second to myself to breathe.

No one said raising a child was easy, but raising two at the same time? It was hard work and I wanted to cry. Badly.

Theo was at work, the house was a mess, our Valentine’s Day dinner was burnt due to my lack of supervising it, and my nine month old daughters were red in the face, screaming their heads off for God knows what.

“Calm down, please, Joanna,” I begged, on the verge of tears. I bounced her on my knee as Sophia hollered in her bouncer. Just as I started to reach for her, too, the front door swung open and in he walked.

My husband.

Just in time to save the day.

He had a bouquet of white and red roses in hand and a box of chocolates in the other, but as soon as he caught the flustered look on my face, he placed the items down on the hallway table, rushing for me.

Believe me, I would have been ecstatic about the flowers and chocolate, had I not been so stressed, but this was not the time. I couldn’t even fake it. I was so tired and so done.

“What is going on with my girls?” he cooed as he dropped his keys on the coffee table, immediately bending down to pick Sophia up. He looked right up at me with concerned, brown eyes, like he was asking me too.

I sighed, plopping back down on the couch and patting Joanna on the back. “It’s been a rough day,” I told him, eyes still burning. “The girls wouldn’t nap. I tried to cook dinner for us and totally screwed it up. I even drank half the bottle of wine we were supposed to share tonight just to calm myself down, but it hardly worked. Everything is ruined, Theo.”

That was it.

Admitting it out loud brought out the tears. I felt them running down my cheeks like lines of fire. I’d been holding them in all day and now that he was here, now that he was looking at me and next, sitting to rub my back, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Shit, Chlo,” he chuckled and then kissed my temple. “It’s okay. There are going to be rough days. You’re doing your best.” He grabbed my chin, putting my eyes on his. “I got your text message earlier, which is why I called Kim before I got here. She’s going to watch the girls for the rest of the night while we spend some alone time together.”

My eyes stretched, my heart dancing now. “Seriously? Are you sure she doesn’t have any plans?”

He waved a hand and then stood up, nuzzling the tip of his nose on Sophia’s cheek. “She said she was positive and that she knows you need the night off. So,” he went on, extending his left arm and gesturing for me to hand him Joanna, “you go upstairs, take a shower, get dressed for a nice dinner, and also pack a bag.”

“A bag?” I inquired as he held the girls close to his chest.

“Yep. We’re getting a hotel.”

I smiled. “That sounds nice.”

“It will be.” He leaned towards me and gave me a full kiss on the lips. “Think wine, chocolates, candlelight . . . just me and you in a quiet room.”

“Oh my goodness,” I sighed. “That sounds like heaven.”

He smirked, bobbing his head towards the staircase. “Go. Kim is on her way.”

He made a silly face at the girls and they giggled their damn heads off. Oh, yeah. Laugh with Dad but scream and kick with Mom.

I couldn’t help but love it, though. As I walked up the stairs, I glanced over my shoulder, watching as he laid them on their blankets on the floor and started blowing raspberries on their bellies and cheeks.

He was a great father. I loved watching him play with them. He was so calm around them. Sometimes I questioned how he could be so patient when all I wanted to do was explode some days.

* * *

Kim showed up as soon as I was all finished packing an overnight bag for us.

She was thrilled to watch the girls and had already started playing with them, which made me feel a little better about going out for a full night alone with Theo.

She wasn’t forcing it. She was happy to do it, and she passed me a look like she knew I needed it before hugging me goodbye.

“Relax, babe,” Theo murmured as he started the car. “The girls will be fine. Tonight will be a good one. You deserve it. You haven’t had a night away from them in a while.”

“Yeah,” I breathed. “Neither of us have.”

“By the way,” he chuckled as he pulled out of the driveway. “I tried the spaghetti. It wasn’t too bad . . . minus the burnt noodles at the bottom of the pan.”

I looked over at him, fighting a smile as he broke out in laughter. “You are such a jackass,” I giggled.

He grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight. Even after all these months, I still loved how his hand felt in mine. His hands weren’t too rough and never too hot or cold. They were perfect and warm and the small squeeze always caused a flutter in my belly.

We checked into the hotel first, dropping our bags off, and then we headed to dinner at a nice restaurant with an oceanview. I had several glasses of sweet red wine while Theo filled himself up with beer.

Not once did he take his eyes off of me. Not once did he pick up his phone or pretend he couldn’t hear me. He listened to every word I said, despite the boring, stressful day I had.

He took my comments about me feeling like a bad mother and flipped them into supporting compliments.

“You are a great mother, Chloe. It’s tough raising kids, yeah, but the girls think you are perfect. Same as I do.”

I blushed, lowering my line of vision. He tipped my chin back up connecting our gazes again. “What do you say we get out of here?”

I grabbed his hand, kissing his knuckles. “I would love that.”

* * *

We entered the hotel, me stumbling on my own two feet, and him laughing about how I nearly busted my ass in the hotel lobby.

“I can’t help it. These heels are too damn tall,” I laughed as we walked into the dimly lit room.

“How about I get rid of them for you?” he offered, gripping my waist with one hand while shutting the door with the other. He pressed his forehead down on mine and then scooped me up in his arms.

Before I could take a full breath, his warm, gentle lips came down on mine and my back fell down on something soft and cushioned.

He grinded between my legs, hungry for me. Greedy. I could tell he’d wanted this to happen all day.

His palm slid down my leg and he gripped the spike of my red heel, tugging it off. I smiled behind the next kiss, running my hands over the sheets, but that’s when I caught something in hand.

Theo sat up and took my other heel off as I studied the red rose petal in my hand. I sat up straight and looked around, taking in the view of the entire room, realizing it wasn’t lit with regular light, but by candlelight. It wasn’t like this when we dropped the bags off. The room was empty. Simple.

Now, there were white candles surrounding us, the shadows dancing on the walls. The bed was sprinkled with rose petals and chocolates, and champagne on ice was on the nightstand, two flute glasses beside it.

“Who did this?” I asked, nearly breathless.

He smiled down at me, grabbing my hand and reeling me into him. “I may have paid someone a little extra to set this up for me while we ate. I know the manager here. Good guy.”

“Wow, Theo, I—” I looked around, down at the trail of rose petals that led to the bathroom. I peered up at him and he nodded his approval, a soft, subtle smile on his lips.

I stepped away from him, following the petals. When I entered the bathroom, there were even more candles set up on the counters and around the tub. Instrumental music was playing, soothing, sensual.

The whirlpool tub was filled nearly to the brim with bubbles, and with the way the mirrors were steamed I could tell the water was still hot.

“So that’s who you were talking to on the phone before we got in the car,” I proclaimed, turning to face him. “Someone from the hotel?”

He nodded. “Yep.” Tucking his forefingers beneath the straps of my dress, he started to lower them, rolling them over my shoulders and down my arms.

I didn’t say a word as we locked eyes, the music surrounding us, the steam warming my body up, but not as much as he was in this moment. He didn’t stop until my dress had puddled around my ankles.

He didn’t falter, kissing me on the lips first, and then trailing his sculpted mouth down to my collarbone, bending down to kiss my chest, my breasts, sucking each nipple into his warm mouth.

“It’s time to relax,” he breathed against my skin, backing me up towards the counter. “Careful with the candles,” he ordered, but I was sure he didn’t give a damn about the candles.

I pushed a few of them aside and he sat me down on top of the empty space, lowering his body again, kissing me wherever he could until he was right there.

Right between my legs.

I blazed below, ready to feel him. Ready to accept it all. When he spread my legs wider and skimmed my clit with his tongue, I exhaled loudly, like I’d needed this all day. And maybe I did. It was long, trying day. I needed release. I needed him.

I gripped the edge of the counter as he dropped to his knees and held my waist tight, eating my pussy like he couldn’t wait for this to happen.

He groaned between my thighs, squeezing my hips. I threaded my fingers through his hair and that act alone fueled him. His tongue rolled faster and his groans turned into growls. He forced my hips closer towards the edge of the counter so he could bury his tongue deeper, sliding it up and down, up and down, and then gently sucking on my clit.

It was enough to make me do what I’d needed to do all day—explode. I shattered and cried out as he nipped and licked at my tender nub, and then he eased up, kissing the insides of my thighs before dropping them gently.

I stood and immediately started unbuttoning his black dress shirt, ravenous for him. My fingers were in a frenzy; I felt like I couldn’t unbutton it fast enough. I ran my hands down next, over his jeans, where his hard cock rested. He was so hard for me. So ready.

Tilting my head back, I pressed my lips on his, helping him get his jeans and boxers off. He shrugged out of his shirt and then picked me up in his arms, causing me to yelp.

He walked towards the tub, stepping in foot by foot, holding my gaze. He sat down in the warm water, bringing me down with him, the bubbles and warmth consuming us whole. He twisted me around, forcing my legs around his waist. I was on top of him, no words spoken as I felt his thick tip meet my entrance.

I sank down on top of him, lower and lower, realizing he wanted it slow. Steady.

When he was fully inside me, my lips parted, my body trying to get adjusted to the size of him. He brought his head up, claiming my mouth, sliding his tongue right through and bringing me closer.

“Ride me, baby,” he groaned when the kiss broke. “Forget about everything else and be mine, Little Knight.”

I worked my hips in full circles on top of him, his voice my undoing. I indulged in him, riding like I couldn’t get enough. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I lowered my head and kissed him on his neck, sucking there lightly, listening to him sigh with relief and stiffen all at once.

He loved when I did that.

He could never get enough of it.

He palmed my ass as water splashed, tilting his head back to rest it on the edge of the tub.

I lifted up and down, clenching and moaning, drawing out his release, riding my husband. My Theodore Black. My everything and more.

He was close, I could tell. He squeezed my ass tighter in hand, holding me down and thrusting his hips up, dropping his chin.

Our eyes met again, and as he groaned, I sighed and shuddered, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on tight. He tilted his hips up once more, filling me up, and then he dropped them, the euphoria sweeping over us.

The room seemed to light up that night, like a million stars had surrounded us. Hearts booming. Breaths heavy. Our, love so thick and impenetrable.

“Fuck,” he groaned, stroking the back of my head. “We still got it.”

I tipped my head back and laughed. “Yeah,” I panted. “We do.”

He sat up a little, but kept me on his lap. “You love me?” He kissed my chin.

“Of course I do, babe.”

“You’ll be my valentine forever, Little Knight?”

“Yes,” I laughed lightly.

“And my love, for the rest of my life?”

I felt my cheeks burn as I bit a smile. “Always, Theo. That will never change.”

“Good,” he said. “’Cause this Valentine’s Day isn’t over yet. I need more of you.”

I giggled like a little girl as he stood up with me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. We were naked and drenched as he laid me down on the bed and crawled between my legs, but neither of us cared.

We were together. Still happy. Still blossoming. Still growing as a couple. He was mine and I was still his. Forever his. As I kissed him, caressed him, and made the sweetest love to my husband, I knew it would stay this way for a long time.

These weren’t just words being spewed to make one another happy.

It was love.

I was still so in love with him.

Hell, I think I may have been the luckiest girl in the world that night. He didn’t just tell me he loved me—didn’t just whisper those words on my skin as he explored my body—but he showed it too. Bright and clear.

There was no denying that this was mutual.

I would always be his Little Knight and he would always be my sweet, sweet Theo.

What more could a girl ask for?

I have some BAD NEWS . . . kinda.

So . . . I have bad news. A few people might not like me for what I’m about to announce (until the issue is resolved. haha), but that’s okay. It comes with my line of work. Unfortunately, I cannot please everyone – though I wish I could.

Anyway, let me first start off by saying that I am honored and touched that Tainted Black has gotten so much love. Even though it has been over a year since it was released, people are still so excited about Theo and Chloe and that is a blessing to me. Usually after a year, people are like “Tainted what? What’s that?” But that’s not the case this time around.

And since that isn’t the case, you can probably understand the pressure I am feeling at the moment. Trying to make the second book live up to something that was so hyped up (and hey – I ain’t complaining about the hype) is hard work. Seriously.

I will be honest and say sequels are NOT my thing. Unless it has already been premeditated and I have the idea for a sequel in mind as I’m writing the first book, they are not for me. With that being said, UNTAINTED is not at all what I thought it would be. I wasn’t even going to write a follow up novel for Tainted Black or anything else for them. I was going to leave it as it was – untouched, a romantically flawed story, done with.

But I had a dream about those two that made me reconsider the idea. The readers also wanted more – demanded more. Even over a year later, they still want it, so the expectations I’m facing are intense and I am a little terrified because what I have in mind for them, someone else may be picturing differently.

The truth is, UNTAINTED is NOTHING like Tainted Black. Seriously. Nothing like it at all – besides Theo and Chloe being who they are, it’s not the same. This one is, like, straight fluff. It’s pure romance. It’s lighter, less dramatic, and way less angsty than the taboo story that Tainted Black was. This one is not taboo. It’s just a romantic novel with erotic elements – a continuation of their story.

I am not even 100% confident in this novel and for that very reason, I am sad to announce that I will have to push the original release date of October 25th back by a few weeks.

I know, I know. 😦 This is all my fault. I thought I could do it – I really did. I thought I could finish it and be happy with the final product before I sent it off to my editor (which was supposed to happen yesterday) but I wasn’t. Even right now, I’m wondering what I can do to help. What can I do to better this story? What can I do for them so that this isn’t just a book that is tossed aside for a boring day?

One thing about me as a writer is that if I’m not happy with it, I won’t bother releasing it. If I don’t love it, I won’t put it out there. Despite what people think, whether good or bad, I just can’t. I’ve learned the hard way that rushing my work – my craft – is a no-go. I’ve put my books on this pedestal where I expect them to be worth something, otherwise it’s considered a failure. Hell, that applies to most things in my life. I don’t want to be a failure. And I also don’t want this book to just be “another book” for you guys.

I want this one to be one that will make you “feel” something for them again – maybe not as deeply as book one, but close at least. I’ve been told I’m hard on myself and you know what? I probably am. I’m a pregnant 23 year old woman, a mother and partner, with a lot on my plate right now. But I like to handle my stuff the right way. I’ve had a few setbacks, which threw off my writing schedule this year, but it’s because of you guys that I can even do this – that I can call this my job, so you can probably understand why I don’t want to disappoint you. I don’t want to lose my readers’ faith. My readers mean the WORLD to me and just like my characters, I want them to have the very best from me. It’s all or nothing, and I’ll be first to say that I did not give my all. I zipped through some parts and when I read over them now, I despise it because I know I can do better.

UNTAINTED is just an okay manuscript at the moment, but I know that with a little more tweaking, I can make it pop, so I’m going to take the time I need and actually develop it as much as I can. Make it worth something so that I can smile when it’s done instead of worrying if I dedicated enough of my time to make it a kick-ass story.

I hope you can all understand. I promise when I get a real release date, I will update you all and let you know. I won’t leave you hanging. I’m making you wait a little longer, I know, but I’m praying that once I up my game on this one, that the wait will be worth it. Just remember it won’t be forever.

They are coming – I promise!

( Please excuse any typos in this post! It’s just a quick update. 🙂 )

Much love and BIG HUGS,



The Indie Community Is On The Rocks…

There was once a time when I was eager to open my laptop. I was so happy to see all the love and joy and to know there was a new book people were raving about that I just “needed” to one-click.

There was once a time when bloggers were just readers. They loved something so hard that they shared it and then reached out to the author to commend them on their good work. Said author would thank them so, so much and there would be a bond budding that couldn’t be replaced.

There was a time when authors had no problem patting each other on the back, or sharing another author’s release to support their work. There was a time when authors were eager to meet one another at a book signing and swap books to give away.

My only question is: what happened to that?

What happened to the “No drama” rule? The backing each other up? Why is it so much of a competition now? The truth is, when I log on, I feel like I am suffocating. Everyone is at each other’s throats and all I can do is sit back and question it.

Why? Why are we like this? What in the hell happened?

We went from “Congrats!” to mumbling beneath our breaths.

We went from SHARING and LIKING to… well…nothing.

We went from spreading ALL THE LOVE to only backing up the most “popular” indies or the ones with a traditional book(s) on the shelves. <— (Hell yeah I said it!)

I have been quiet. I have been meek. I have let things go through one ear and right out of the other. I have felt sabotaged and abandoned. I have felt disrespected and pushed over.

To put it simply, I am at the bottom trying to figure out how I am going to dig my way out.

It has taken everything in me not to get to the point where I feel like I can’t keep my mouth shut anymore. But I’ve either lost my sh*t and gone off the deep end, or I just don’t care what others think of me anymore. You can only hold your tongue for so long.

Why am I doing this? Well, I’ll tell you why.

Let me start off by saying this year has been hell for me. No one besides my closest loved ones know what I am and have gone through personally since January of this year. But the worst of it has been this month. I never thought anything could bring me down as much as I already was.

I felt like this July was going to be great – a fresh start and a reason to smile. Boy, was I wrong. If you don’t know, on Tuesday, July 12th, 2016 I lost my big brother and one of the greatest people I have ever met. I lost someone I loved since I was born. Right now, it is 3:18 a.m. and he is all I can think about.

He was loved.

He was honored.

We had so many family members and friends come into town that I almost forgot how big our family was. But he was the kind of person to attract that kind of crowd. Everyone loved him from the bottoms of their hearts, and to lose someone as awesome as that is…well…it sucks. Plain and simple.

I’ve been trying to sleep and trying to cope. I’ve been trying to stay positive for him because I know the last thing he’d want me to do is cry. He knew how much I loved writing. He knew how passionate I was. He would always tell me everything would be all right – that I’d get right back on my feet again and become better. Greater.

Unfortunately, the more and more I get on FB or online to check my emails, in need of progress and something uplifting, all I get is sadness and disappointment in return.

And you know what about? My books. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE writing. I feel like there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about how I could write this, or how I should have worded that.

I understand that I have a reader fan base. I do. I understand that they crave more – that they are dying for the next book or a follow up. I do. I get it because I was once that girl, desperate for her next fix.

But to know that some are so self-centered and careless is what kills me. I love everyone that reaches out to me. I take the time out to try and get back to everyone that I can. But while I am grieving, it is truly heartbreaking to get messages that make me feel worse about myself and the state I’m in.

“I know you are going through a rough time, but I just finished (one of my books) and am just wondering when you were planning on releasing the second part?”

Or worse:

“I have been looking for the follow up of their love story for weeks now. I found out you were writing another and thought it would be out this summer. I checked your page for more info before I pm’d you. Is there going to be a delay now?”


No, this is not made up. This has been copied and pasted. These are messages from people that check my Facebook page and groups constantly for updates – people that email and message me constantly and I always give them answers. But seriously, y’all. I am just…I can’t believe it.

What makes me saddest is that there are some people that don’t think I, as an author, am human. They think I am just a name and that I have nothing going on outside of writing. They think all that I do is write – like I don’t have family or babies or sometimes just want a chocolate milkshake to help myself think of another plot.

I love the book community to death. It’s where I started and it’s probably where I’ll stay. But sometimes the disappointment settles in, and I have never been more disappointed than now. I’m not going to say that it’s everyone that is doing it. Not at all. The majority of the readers I know have been amazing and truly supportive. They have gone out of their way to send me their condolences and love. They have recognized me as a HUMAN first and not some machine that cranks out as many words as she can by a certain date.

When I received those messages I honestly wanted to cry because I felt like if I didn’t pull my mess together and get this book written, I would lose those fans because I “took too long.” I felt pressure and guilt, even though I had written 6 books in an 8 month time frame. I felt like it wasn’t enough. I felt like I could do better.

Trust me, guys…I want to keep going. I wish that I could just clear my head and do what I do best – write. But losing someone that was as close as he was to me isn’t easy, and I’m sure some people that have lost loved ones can explain that to you. There is a deep ache I feel that will never go away. There is confusion and hurt and brokenness. I know with time, I will feel better, but those deadlines are coming second to me right now. There was a time when writing was my priority because it kept food on my table and clothes on my back. Writing was what helped me pay off most of my medical bills.

I thank the people that buy my books when they don’t have to. I prayed for a time like this to come. But I miss the times where I didn’t have to worry or fret. A time where I could just be me and write how I wanted to.

But that book you’re waiting to see released…you’re going to have to keep waiting a little while longer for.

That message you’re waiting on me to respond to, you’ll have to keep waiting for.


That comment or tag or like you’re expecting that I usually give…it will take me some time.

And I’m sorry it has to, but my health comes first. My family and my life comes first. To be truthful, the last thing I want to do is interact. How selfish that is of me, but it’s the truth. I’ve always been a solo person and right now all I’d like is to be left alone, but I know I can’t be that way. I can’t think that way. There are people that need me and trust me, I am not giving up

I mean no wrong or negativity. Don’t let me be the one to stir the pot because that is not what I intend. I just want you all to know that I am trying.

I am trying so, so hard. I just want to write and click and finish this thing, but it has taken me so much energy just to wake up and feel any sort of positivity. My mind keeps circling back around to my big brother and I can’t stand the feeling of oppression. I don’t want to hold off that pain. I need it because he meant something to me and to so many others.

Right now, I feel like my life is in shambles. I need it to be put back together again and we all know the only way that can happen is with time.

I am not the type of person to force words and pretend it was my best. I’d much rather wait and give you my best, then rush and give you my worst.

There are a few books I have finished that I’d love to share soon. Fortunately, I completed those before all of the madness so don’t be alarmed if you see this new “random” book by Shanora Williams and it’s not the one you’re expecting.

I am still a person with a livelihood. I still have bills and a kid and groceries I have to buy, but don’t feel pressured by me to do anything. Life is life, and I am still learning how to live. I promise I will get the one you really are looking forward to out there! The only thing I can ask for right now are your prayers and support.

For understanding, peace, and comfort.


Like the quote says:

I’m okay. Just not today.


So much love,

Shanora Williams


Doomsday Love

   Releasing JunDL_3D-2e 16th, 2016!

When we were ten, he treated me like a friend. When
we were eighteen, he wanted nothing to do with me. And now that we are twenty-two, he longs to claim every single inch of me.
He was wild—untamed.
And I, a reckless girl, who loved too hard. But, what we had was special. I was his serenity and he my protector.
Drake was consumed by my love…but he also took advantage of it…He’d broken my heart—left me hanging for years. He ruined us.
And, now, he’s back. He wants me. And I want to hate him, I really do. But, who am I kidding?
No one can deny Drake Davenport. You can’t hide from the almighty DOOMSDAY. Because he is a fighter. And, just like me, he loves hard.
He never loses and he will fight as hard as he can if it means winning me back.

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Sudden Desires is NOW AVAILABLE!

Sudden Desires (Sweet Promise #1) is now LIVE and on sale for a very limited time!SUDDEN DESIRES COVER

This is the start of a new series. It does not connect or tie with any other series or characters.

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Screw the ring.
The good life.
My selfish wife.
I have felt abandoned by her for years. Forgotten.

But all of that has changed.
I’ve met an incredible woman. I didn’t mean for anything to happen with her. We were only supposed to be doing business together. But that sassy mouth, fine ass, and those perky tits got to me. It was a spur of the moment thing – both of us blinded by lust.
Is it bad to crave a woman so badly that you’ll do practically anything to hold onto her? Like make sweet promises that you know damn well can’t be kept?
Don’t be fooled. This newfound “happiness” may only be a fucking façade, and what’s worse is that I can’t let it go.
Not now.
Probably not ever.
Why? Because there is only so much rejection a man can take before he finally just… gives into temptation.

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First, let me apologize for how long it’s been since I’ve last updated my website. Here I am, paying for this site of mine, and not keeping it together. What is up with that?

Anyway, I am here to present something I think Tainted Black fans might love (or hate). A BONUS SCENE! I wrote this… but then I freaked out because I didn’t want to share it. But then I thought about all of the love I received, how many people I touched with Mr. Black and Chloe’s relationship.

Now, before you go into this thing, realize that this chapter corresponds with the novel. You will feel… and I mean really, really feel. It is told in Theo’s point-of-view, so YAY for that! And for those who have read it and are wondering where this would go, I would say that this part fits in after the end of Tainted Black… maybe like 2 years from their final encounter.

I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts. This chapter was edited to the best of my abilities. If you spot something that is not quite right, I say to ignore it. This was written for you guys… and for fun. 🙂 

FYI: If you have not read Tainted Black yet and plan to, DON’T READ THIS. It is chock-full of SPOILERS! You have been warned…


The sun beamed.

The curtains, so white and clean, billowing with the Bristle Wave breeze. Music drifted up the stairs, playing loudly from the speaker. A song by Rihanna. One of her favorites.

My tiredness subsided for the time being. I felt refreshed. I pushed out of bed, tugging on the jogging pants beside the bed, forgetting about the shirt. Walking to the bathroom, I gave my teeth a quick brush, washed up a bit, and then drifted out of the bedroom.

The coffee was rich in the air, a fresh brew. My stomach swirled at the thought of having that first grand cup, how it would taste running across my taste buds, officially waking me up. I met at the bottom of the staircase and rounded the corner. Pans and pots clanked, and the music was louder now.

As I spotted the sunlight streaming in, thought of that hot coffee that would push me awake, smelled the pancakes and warm syrup, none of it mattered because there she was, in the kitchen, humming, shaking those round, full hips.

She had a piece of melon between her fingers, the other hand occupied with the handle of a frying pan. She sang a line from the song, still moving those hips, still singing, until I cleared my throat, folding my arms and leaning against the edge of the wall.

She gasped and whirled around without the pan, placing the now empty hand across the heart of her chest. “Oh my God, Theo!”

“Scared you?” I asked, brow cocked.

She waltzed towards me, her arms wrapping around my waist, head craned to meet my lips.

I looked down at her, meeting soft hazel eyes. “Good morning, Knight.”

“Good morning. Now kiss me,” she begged, grinning adorably. “Stop stalling.”

I looked up. “Are you cooking for me?”


“I mean, I love breakfast. The most important meal of the day and all, right?”

“Theo!” she giggled, slapping my chest playfully.

I busted out in a laugh, clutching her tight in my arms and lowering my head to press my lips to hers. I loved messing with her. Behind our kiss, I laughed, and she grinned, hugging me tight. Her body molded with mine, and my back pressed on the wall.

We remained this way for quite some time. I’m not sure how long. I didn’t count. Several minutes passed, and hunger took hold of her. I could tell she wanted me… again. Her body was hot now, loose. Open and vulnerable. She draped her arms around the back of my neck, bouncing on her toes and giving me a light boost to pick her up.

Those slender legs wrapped around my waist, my erection nestled on her lower belly. She moaned, and a deep groan slipped out of me as I twirled her around so that her back was to the wall. She still wore those short shorts, the ones that I threatened I’d burned if she wore them in public again.

They were made of loose cotton, so access was easy… super easy for me. Her tongue slipped between my lips, and my cock strained, dying to be inside her. Throbbing, leaking from being so fucking thirsty. “Fuck, Chloe,” I groaned, grasping her ass in my hands. Her teeth sank into my bottom lip, catching it. I dropped my gaze to her mouth, our noses touching.

“I’m ready when you are,” she breathed.

I focused on her mouth. I was born ready for this girl. My soulmate. My life. I pressed forward and crushed her lips, no warning. No hesitation. Something was burning now, the odor strong, but we were both careless, though we shouldn’t have been.

I slung her body around, marching for the table in the corner, dropping her down on it, and sliding out of my pants. Her shorts were pulled off in an instant, my cock settled between her thighs. My mouth claimed every inch of her skin. God, I couldn’t speak because I was so fucking eager. I couldn’t think, my mind was so cloudy with thoughts of her.

My hands drifted across her silky skin, palms meeting at her hips, clutching, gripping, as her fingernails drug across the skin on my toned back. She was perched on her elbows, and gruffly I said, “Make sure you watch me, baby. Alright?”

And she nodded, so eager, so ready. She licked those supple lips, eyes locked with mine. She’d grown accustomed to watching, to witnessing the magic my tongue could do. Sensually I ate my girl, massaging her clit, slurping, licking, and sucking. I delved deep, the taste of her so addicting; her moans sparking the fuel in me, causing me to pulse and throb like a motherfucker as I stroked myself.

She loved every bit of it, body bucking as she held me just a little tighter.

“Oh, Theo,” she breathed. I loved when she said my name. It sounded so good coming from her mouth.

So sweet.

So innocent.

Though I’d tainted her innocence over and over again, there was no going back. She loved being the bad girl for me. She loved giving me full control. She knew my need to dominate, to own her. It’d been this way for months.

Even though she’d lost my daughter as her friend. Even though I was married to Sheila. Even though she was engaged to Sterling. None of it mattered, because we were us. We loved one another, and fucked like we hated each other.

If that isn’t perfection, then I don’t know what is.

I took my Knight, fucking her on top of the table, thrusting, slamming, causing the legs of it to wobble, and scratch the marble. Her head fell back, her neck exposed, and I took advantage, sucking on the tender skin right above her collarbone, grinding harder, and swelling up deep inside her sweet pussy.

The burnt smell was thick in the air now, almost suffocating. But I couldn’t stop. I had to keep going. It was too good. So tight. So wet. I didn’t want to stop… but she already had.

“Theo,” she gasped. “Theo. Stop. Fire. There’s fire.”

“I know,” I growled. “We’re on fucking fire, baby. We always have been.”

“No, Theo,” she said, moving closer, hugging me tight as if she were afraid.

I frowned down at her. I was fucking confused now.

“Theo… there’s fire. This is detrimental. This is hell for us. Don’t you see?” she whispered, voice cracking. “We don’t belong here. We can’t keep doing this. We’ll die going through the smog and flames if we do.”

I clasped her face in my hands, hating the tears that stole her happiness. I kissed them away as they skidded down her cheeks. I smoothed the remains away with the pads of my thumbs. Then I kissed her, so deeply, so passionately, and she returned the same ferocious passion, arms tight around me.

Pulling away, I said, “If I have to die just to be with you, then so be it. I can’t fucking live without you, Chloe.” I said this, but I don’t think she heard me. No. I know she didn’t because she was no longer in front of me. She wasn’t half-naked anymore. And I was fully dressed. She was now standing by the door. Her exit. Her escape.

She swallowed hard and waved at me, eyes full of remorse, just like the day she made love to me on Dirty Black for the last time. With sorrow and desolation, I called her name, begging—literally crawling my way to her through smog, smoke, and flames. “Chloe, please,” I begged. “Don’t do this to me again. I fucking need you. I—I can’t let you go. I fucking can’t. Not again.”

She looked down at me, tears skidding.

“I have to go, Theo.” She reached down and stroked my face. “But maybe in another lifetime.”

I’d said that for months now, repeating the mantra to myself as if it would restore hope, but another lifetime would never compare to this one. The one we shared. The love we built. It was too much. Too deep. So perfect. That could never be topped.

She opened the door, and walked out. I don’t know how she got out of my hold, my vice grip, but she did, and I watched her walk away, each step a crack forming on my black heart.

And, soon, her silhouette was gone.

The smoke and flames vanished, but I still felt too hot. Too heated.

I was still holding something.

It was cold. Hard. Flat. I lifted my head, staring right at my own reflection. It caught me off guard, and I startled a bit, gasping. I didn’t get it. I hated my face—the one in the same mirror I had shattered after stealing Chloe’s innocence when she was nineteen.

How is it repaired? Why the fuck is it here!?

It was here, like that night never fucking happened. It shimmered and transitioned into a photo of my daughter. My Izzy Bear. Her and Chloe… together. Smiling. So young and carefree. So happy together. Nothing could break their sisterly bond… no one but me.

I broke it. I fucking ruined it.

The area that surrounded me was pitch black, but light shined down on the mirror, leaving me no choice but to see myself as the mirror transitioned again. I stared at myself—the hurt in my eyes. The damage dominating my well-being. The pain… so unbearable.

The guilt swallowed me whole, and I sank.

I dropped.

I plummeted right into a black hole and wept for days. Months on fucking end.

I’d become even more damaged than I ever had been before, begging for Chloe to come back to me. Calling, and getting nothing but her voicemail. Emails with no replies. Text messages with no responses at all. Nothing was what I got in return. It was almost like she never even loved me to begin with… and maybe that was the point of it all. She never was supposed to love a man like me. Ever.

I called, emailed, and text her, begging for this girl to bring me joy again… to take care of me again…

But then, I wake up, panting, sweating.

And then I realize one thing.

All that shit—all of it was a dream.

A façade.

I have lived with nightmares for years—dealt with death, deceit, and battles. My time with Chloe was a glimpse of my own little fairytale—things that don’t happen for real, or at least the way they should. My own little story, full of never ending happiness, a river of peace.

It was a beautiful, fragmented mess.

And in this bed, as I stare ahead and think about it all, I know one thing.

I am alone.

I am forgotten.

I am… still heartbroken.

And, yet, I am still so madly in love with Chloe Knight.

BEWARE 2 : The Comeback

Many of you already know about this wonderful surprise, but for those that didn’t hear, I will be releasing BEWARE 2: The Comeback on April 21st, 2015!

BEWARE 2: The Comeback is the sequel to BEWARE. It still features the main characters Ace and London. This story is full of angst, drama, shocking twists, and of course those really steamy moments everyone loves. This book cannot be read as a standalone.

To read BEWARE (#1), click here. It’s a full-length novel for only $0.99! 🙂


Three years passed.Beware2.v2 copy
Long and brutal.
Lonely and sometimes scary.
But he swore he’d find me—that’d he’d do everything to get me back. Well, his word was final. His word was true. He’s back.

Ace Crow: Ruthless. Deadly. Risky. An extremely bad man. I’m everything he’s not. I’m the missing piece to his disturbing puzzle. But he’s mistaken about one thing. No one said getting me back was going to be easy. There are always consequences to ones actions. There are always hidden truths. There is always betrayal.
Things aren’t so simple anymore. My life has changed dramatically. Bringing him back in will only be dragging me back down.
I’m afraid.
I shouldn’t.
But I love him.
A lot.
I’m a fool.
BEWARE, my beating heart.

Good & Bad News for the New Year!

Hi all!

So, I have some news to share. Some of it is bad, but I think you’ll love the good. I’ll start with the bad news.

I know many of you have bought and read the Control Series. Carlos and Mya are really fun characters. Building them and their story up is like a game for me – a fun one! I love it, and it’s not like me to let certain things get to me (and trust me they haven’t) but due to so many negative emails, negative comments on my page that I’ve had to delete repeatedly, and dozens of personal messages that are quite rude about the series I will be discontinuing it. Now, I’m sure this is what those Negative Nancy’s want, but trust me I did NOT let them get to me, nor did I let them hurt my feelings. My skin has grown quite thick since becoming an author. In fact, I’ve brushed almost everything negative off because I don’t care. What I write is what I write. I write it because I love it and I enjoy sharing it with my readers. I think some of you can recall me saying that I wrote this series for fun. It was priced under a dollar because I just wanted people to read it and have fun with it, enjoy it. Some people have gone too far about the series and normally I would spazz out but it’s all good. I’m keeping my cool. Having a baby has allowed me to gather A LOT of patience so those people and their unkind words mean absolutely nothing to me. I’m still going to do what I love to do and I’m still going to share their story.
I will be taking Control Me down from all eBook platforms on December 20th, BUT for those that have enjoyed the series thus far, I will add it to Wattpad (follow me on wattpad here > so you can all enjoy it FOR FREE. I will continue this series for my readers because I love you and I refuse to leave you hanging. I feel much better letting you read it for free than buying it. That goes for the next book, Release Me and even the books to come. Now, I can’t promise that I’ll be working hard on these one and releasing them back to back, but I will release bits and pieces from the books in (hopefully) a timely manner.

Now onto the good news!
I say “hopefully” because I’ve been planning something big for the past six months. A lot of people saw the announcement a few days ago. Many of you LOVE Ace Crow. Hell, I love Ace Crow! That is my honey! BEWARE was a fun one, but I was also very passionate about him and London, not to say I’m not passionate about Carlos and Mya. After a few weeks, I realized that couldn’t be it. I had to do more. I wanted more Ace myself, so I thought about it for days on end and finally I came up with a plan. And of course that plan has a twist! The storyline that I came up with has me so excited that I can’t stand it! The ending fit their story, but I can see sooooo much more with these two. So much more. I can’t say when this will be releasing because I’m still working on it and I want this sequel to be the best it can be for you guys, but you all know me. I will be sharing teasers, gifting ARCs once I’m finished and there will be a cover reveal in the beginning of 2015. Since I no longer have any books ahead of me, this gives me the rest of the year to spend time with my family for the holidays and enjoy my little boy. Gosh, he’s growing wayyyyy too fast! After January 1st, though, I will be heading into my office and hammering at my keyboard. I’m just as excited as you guys.

Thank you all so much for understanding. I know doing things like this can cause an author to lose readers, but I feel this is what I need to do. It’s not only for you guys, but for myself as well. The Control Series started just for fun, why not just share it freely for others to enjoy? It will be up on Wattpad soon! 🙂 If you have any questions please feel free to ask them.

Happy Holidays you guys!


Shanora Williams ❤

Control Me Blurb

I’m finally sharing the blurb for Control Me. This is the first book of the Control series. A release date will be shared on Monday! 🙂


It’s hard to stay in your right state of mind when the man you’re being penetrated by is everything you never thought you could have.
It’s hard to hold onto reality when he hands you an undeniable escape.
He brings you to life and makes you forget who you truly are. There are rules and boundaries of course, but you consider it perfect, nonetheless.

The truth is I’m not completely sane.
I’m not okay.
I have issues.
And he knows this, yet he constantly leads me on.
He dominates me.
He indulges in me.
He craves me.
But he and I both know how this arrangement will end.
Someone will get hurt. I will lose control..
But the control he has over me– the power he possesses– is something he won’t let go of. It’s what he enjoys and he refuses to give it up, that is until he realizes it’s putting both of our lives at risk.