Often accused of navigating life without a filter, Tasha L. Harrison has managed to brand herself as brutally honest without being labeled a b**ch…or at least that’s what likes to tell herself. She writes African American and interracial urban erotica and erotic romance with heroines just as brazen as herself and heroes that struggle to tolerate them while getting them in the sack.
We meet Langston in the interrogation room of a Philadelphia Police Station. Handcuffed to a table. Charged with a serious crime. All because of a beautiful girl named Sonrisa. Sonrisa whose name means smile, though she rarely ever does. Sonrisa, a girl who would be his undoing.
Joaquin has gaps in his memory...or maybe huge, gaping, black holes would be a better description for the number of moments he can't account for in a day. Is it simply a symptom of his excessive drinking or could it be something more?