Okay guys, so here's a little sneak peek from Chapter 9 of Theirs to Defy, Drea and Eric (The Commander)'s book. Eric wasn't alone in bed. The thought penetrated through the fog slow. He frowned, his eyes still closed. The body next to him was warm. And soft. Nothing like the bony angles of guys he’d bunked with during the war. No, it was a woman in bed with him. Eric blinked his eyes. Or tried to. Jesus, why were his eyelids so heavy? Because you’re dreaming, dumbass. Right.

It's officially back to school week, which means last minute back to school shopping and my handsome, sarcastic teen at his hormonal best, lol. Ahhh, life in the Black household. I've got some exciting things brewing that I can't wait to tell you guys about, but in the meantime I just get to be a horrible tease, but suffice it to say, I'm cray cray busy and working my tail off. Basically I've got Big Dream and Big Vision and I'm working to surround myself with people who have

My hubby just got back home from being away for a MONTH so suffice to say, I have had an epic, wonderful, beautiful, fantabulous weekend :D Sometimes when he gets back from long trips we end up fighting like cats and dogs - like, we've each gotten used to our own single grooves that it's like **record scratch** who's this other person coming back in and trying to tell me how to do my shit?? But this time I'd listened to this podcast on marriage and how sometimes it's best to