The Champion Sisters is a series spotlighting four sisters with very different personalities that are conquering their own world, in their own way, at their own pace. Join them on their journey as they navigate through family, careers, and life. Discover how they all end up coming out as champions.
Book 3: A True Champion
What is a true champion? More importantly, what does it take to love a true champion?
Ameka Champion is the middle sister of the Champion Crew. She is a goal-getter in addition to a positive light and energy not just to her family but to anyone who she deems important. She’s a woman about her business and her family and not looking for any romantic entanglements… Ameka is perfectly fine with keeping things on a surface level with the men she involves herself with. That is until Emery Coleman steps into the picture.
Never underestimate Mr. Quiet Storm. Emery is a reserved and precise man; he conquers everything he sets his mind to possess. Despite his growth and current successes, he allows his mishaps from the past to internally haunt him, allowing those issues to dictate his present and future with people who want to be in his life for the long haul. But can Mr. Coleman get over his past and not only hold on to his sanity but hold on to the one woman who has strategically and intricately placed herself in his life. Emery is not a man of many words. Still, he has no problem removing anyone who tries to penetrate the bubble he’s built with the hopes of keeping everyone out so that he may move forward with his pursuits without pause.
Will Ameka and Emery make room for each other when they both have barriers and walls that were created to keep outsiders at bay? Take a ride with them as they discover that picking the ride partner and letting them in could be the best thing to happen to you.
A True Champion is Book 3 in The Champion Sisters Series and may contain spoilers for books 1-2. It is recommended that you read those books first.
Ropy, bulging biceps lining a crisp white dress shirt have me fumbling the phone. I carefully examine my vision, ensuring that this isn’t some sick game my mind is playing. Broad shoulders danced, dropping slightly with each step taken. This man was art in motion.
Wait a minute. I blinked twice, squeezing my eyelids tighter. The guy I imagined in between my legs is really here, in my window. I love anything that reflects a vision of me, but I’m no longer solo. The reflection of me sitting pretty in my ergonomic executive chair has my heart racing. Racing at the revelation of Mr. Coleman. My crush, standing a few feet away, watching the same preview as me. He’s biting his bottom lip, something I don’t believe he’s aware of. I’m almost sure he notices me even though it’s the back of my head he sees in plain sight.
Spinning around carefully, I clench my thighs together, trying to get a hold of this thumping sensation. This can’t be happening. Focus Ameka. You are the face of this company; behave for Christ’s sake.
Our gaze meets one another. Good GOD, he is fine fine!
“Well, what do we have here? I never imagined I’d run into you again.” I say coolly. Underneath this chuckle, I hide, clawing the chair’s arm. This man has me shook, overtaken by the moment.
Emery doesn’t present the same enthusiasm as me, which is baffling. I wouldn’t let him see me sweat, though. “No, ma’am, I didn’t anticipate this between us, though it’s great seeing you again. Under better circumstances.”
“Truthfully, I hate you caught me being clumsy that night, but hey, it’s all fun and games, right? Can’t be too serious all the time. Life’s too short.” Why am I so corny? Life’s too short, really? Ugh. I gradually log back into the oversize desktop. This piece of equipment could help settle me into my regular routine and carry this meeting out as a civil adult.
My focus may have been on the screen, but it didn’t deter me from taking him in up close and personal. His forearm is visible from the roll of his sleeves. Veins dominate his flesh, further enticing me to wonder how much more he’d one day let me see. His hairy solid knuckles pop out first, then the folders. Mr. Emery Coleman doesn’t miss a beat with his preparation. So far, I see glimpses of colorful pie charts. His laptop is fully booted, and he’s lined all his items up neatly on a portable desk that I never knew existed. This man practically created his own office in my personal space. Nice.
“I made a pit stop before ending here to gather some essential information.”
“Yeah?” I cross my legs, pushing slightly away from the desk. “I’ve seen a lot of things in my meetings, but it looks like you made this your own sanctuary. We haven’t even discussed the main objective of your company. I do, however, apologize that you’re not meeting Star today. She’s the one you’ve been communicating with, according to your intake files.” I slouch slightly into my chair, maneuvering the mouse so I can understand the client before me.
“Correct, except it’s my assistant who she’s been in contact with. Which is why I have all of the correspondence here,” he wags another folder, “Mestari Champion has an idea of what I’m trying to do. But you’re not her, so I’m pulling out my agenda, points of interest, everything I need to be sure to go over so I know we’re both on the same page. My nonprofit means a lot to me, and I don’t want to drop the ball here.”
Now I understand the type of man I’m dealing with. He’s no newbie. I sense he walks a straight line when needed, but more importantly, he’s driven and well aware of his position. I like that.
Pushing the black double doors, I’m faced with a bubbly being hyping up those behind her in the background. A young cashier moves into the camera of the phone, screaming her Instagram handle. The person holding the phone, causing a ruckus, is none other than the girl who got me tripping on my own two feet literally. I catch myself in time, palms serving as a safety net while I hold onto the table.
No one noticed this epic moment since all the attention was on Slim. She’s petite with the right amount of fat in the right places. “Y’all heard my girl Londyn, follow her IG. She stays lit!” The cashier loves all this promotion. “Ok, I’m logging off. I have real work to get back to. I just thought I would check-in and let you know the Vultures aren’t coming to play with anyone this upcoming season.”
I’m listening, watching her parade around. At the same time, she holds her nachos in one hand, a bottle of water under the same arm, and strategically pan the selfie stick with the other hand. She’s apparently used to this type of production, and if the angle I have of her is similar to what’s on the screen, she nailed it.
Jet black hair contours her hot cocoa skin with bangs serving her face well, further enticing the goddess she is. She strolls backward as I try to move away to keep us from colliding, but it’s too late. Her unexpected sharp left took me by surprise. Water splatters everywhere the minute the bottle hits the floor. “Ugh,” she sighs but launches into my body. Reacting seems impossible as she turns to catch a glimpse of me. I brush her off gently, appreciating the abrupt closeness we find ourselves in.
“I’m glad you saved the nachos.” I chuckle, genuinely amazed. That’s the only thing she managed to keep afloat, with the phone serving as a platter.
She replies with three chips being stuffed into her mouth. “Uhh, I’m sorry about the mess.” Her eyes rove around before placing the items on a nearby table. In an attempt to clean the spill, we both kneel simultaneously, heads bumping against each other.
Without many words, we stand to our feet; her belongings are back in place. “Thank you,” she gushes, allowing well-manicured nails to brush my hands.
“No problem. Just be careful. It might not end so well next time for you.” She reacts with a snarl.
“Ameka.” She wastes no time clearly introducing herself.
Without reservation, I allow myself to relax and interact instead of pushing her away as I tend to do to others. Squeezing her hands enough to let her know I appreciate her openness, I reply, “Emery.” Seconds felt like minutes, with the intense gaze she held. Ameka is confident, very aware of her energy and the magnetic attraction she has. I’m sure she’s aware of the uncanny beauty she possesses. There’s no way she doesn’t get this several times a day. She is fine as hell, which is why I need to leave this conversation where it’s at and refocus on my priorities for the night.
“Glad to meet you, Emery.”
I nod, ending the conversation with a stroll to the cashier, who observed the interaction while helping two other customers. Though I tried to stay to myself, I couldn’t help taking one last look. Ameka graces the floor skillfully in snow-white pumps. Inching upward, a gold-plated anklet rests snug below the cuffs of stonewash jeans that hug every curve of this petite body.
I shut my eyes when her flesh became visible. Not much showed, just the bottom half of her belly button. Damn, I haven’t even made it to her face, yet I’m fawning. Yeah, it’s time to dip.
“Here you go, sir,” the girl behind the register hands me over my order.
“Good lookin’.” I quickly grab my order. I didn’t show gratitude for her services. It was solely for her help in picking my face back up.
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Where do I start? This book had me laughing, crying, and not wanting to put it down. The H is the man of my dreams 😍. The h got on my nerves a few times but it was nice watching her grow. I would recommend this book 💯💯
Wow...I am kicking myself for not reading this one sooner. Zafirah and Tory are combustible....in a good way. They have chemistry in spades and they match and balance each other where needed. I love how their connection unfolds and the initial teasing of will they or will they not finally get together. I love the Champions and their whole family connection, along with how they bring others in - just beautiful.
Ms. Marie showcases some important topics in this one, especially that regarding mental illness like Alzheimer's and the caregiving involved. She does such a wonderful job of showing its struggle, but the relationship between Troy and his mother remains absolutely beautiful. I definitely recommend this and am quickly checking out the next in the series!
Amazing book so many different layers a definite page turner it was hard for me to put down I read it in 2 days !
This is the story of Zee and Troy friends who become lovers. There is a mutual attraction that Troy tries desperately to suppress . Zee's is not having it she knows that they are attracted to each other and she wants to pursue it. Dedication is Troy's care of his mother who suffers from Alzheimer. The love and support of friends is amazing in this story. This is a good book I couldn't put it down I didn't finish until 5 a.m. and it was definitely worth the loss of sleep. Well done 💕
I enjoy Donnia Marie's books very much and I was excited to see this one. Zee and Troy my oh my what can I say about this friends to lovers couple. They were absolutely great together. Mr. Champ he loved his girls and didn't take any nonsense. I can't wait to read the stories of the other sisters. Keep writing Donnia and I'll keep reading!
I really enjoyed this story! I loved Zafirah & Troy's chemistry. And I liked that they were good friends first. It was beautiful, yet heart wrenching to see Troy Carr for his mother through her illnesses. He was so devoted! And I loved seeing Riana & Benji again. I especially enjoyed reading about successful Black business owners! Great read! Can't wait to read the rest of the sisters stories.