Today's #TeaserTuesday is an excerpt from my upcoming novel, Tell Me You Want Me. Y'all already know who Livia and Khenji are. They are back on your Kindles on November 26, 2024! If you haven't dove into this series yet, start with book one, Tell Me: The Prelude and then book two, Tell Me You Love Me. For now, enjoy this excerpt for book three. Also note that this excerpt is subject to slight changes before being officially released. Enjoy!

Excerpt - Tell Me You Want Me

Obsidian is where I sit on a Friday night with thefour men, (or shall I call them interns?) and their significant others who’vemastered my mentoring program. This feat for them means much more than anycollege degree. In fact, they won’t need a bachelor’s, master’s or anything ofthe sort because they have my knowledge. My name alone, speaks for them. They’llgo off to have excellent careers, hence our celebration tonight.

It was Livia’s idea to do this because I’m not thetype to put something like this together. She said it would be something coolto do – to mark the beginning of their careers. I had my assistant, Samone,make us reservations here and here we sit but Livia’s not here yet.

I pull my pocket watch out to check the time. It’s7:04 p.m. I inhale a slightly worried breath. She should’ve been here by now. Iclear my throat and take a sip of Jack. She’s fine, I know, but this is beyondawkward for me.

Looking around the table, I’m proud of these mendespite my social anxiety. They’ve come a long way and have set themselves upin a position that promises wealth and prosperity. It’s what I have. Wealth.Prosperity. But a smart man knows it’s not money that makes him wealthy. Ilearned that the moment I met Livia.

Where is she?

“This place is nice, Mr. Halifax,” one of the guyssays. “I never could imagine sitting inside a place like this. Shoot, the onlyreason I’m here now is because you’re paying for it.”

I look at him and know I’m supposed to saysomething – you know – be conversational and all, but I really don’t haveanything to add. Then I think about what Livia would say if she was here. Talkto the man, she’d say. Open up. You’re the man. You have nothing to beapprehensive about. Besides, these men look up to you.

I clear my throat, get out of my head and say, “You’rewell on your—”

My words easily get hung up in my throat when Ilook up and see Livia walking this way. In fact, every cell in my body pauses,allowing my eyes to feast on this woman. She has her hair straightened, hangingpast her shoulders. She has on a white blouse that’s cinched at the waist and acamel colored, leather skirt that falls to her knees. She’s carrying a little goldpurse in her hand – the kind of purse she has at these fancy galas we attendonly this isn’t a gala. This is dinner at an upscale restaurant. I supposethey’re one in the same.

I can’t tear my eyes away from her. As she walksthis way, I feel her energy connecting to mine. She smiles, drawing myattention to the blush on her cheeks and her pretty white teeth. I notice otherthings about her that she’s changed, because she didn’t look like this when sheleft for work this morning. However, she gets off early on Fridays and I knowshe uses the extra time to pamper herself. I’d say she did that today with herburgundy fingernails and professionally done makeup. Her lips are the same coloras her nails. I much prefer her without makeup because I know the true beautyit hides, but she likes it so I like it. I’m just glad she’s here.

I swallow the lump in my throat and blink out ofmy trance when she’s almost at the table. My guests have since looked to seewhat had captured my attention and now they’re back looking at me.

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