Get into Landon and Melody’s continuing romance and find out if they will make it to Forever. Click here
Get into Landon and Melody’s continuing romance and find out if they will make it to Forever. Click here
How’d you like that fan fiction tease? I hope you enjoyed it. Anyway, Tasha and Jeremy’s story is still in the works, but I have another book coming before theirs. If you read the 7 Degrees of Alpha book (link here), featuring myself and six other Jessica Watkins Authors, you should be familiar with Melody and Landon’s story. It may have seemed that their story was complete, but they’ve got more to say. Their book is entitled “Forever” and is a novella. Below is the cover:
I just LOVE this cover so much! Forever will be out sometime before the end of August. In the meantime, be on the look out for some snippets, either here or on my FaceBook fan page!
A few IR authors and myself have decided to do a Flash Fiction. This is when we are given a picture of someone or something and have to come up with a very short story (500 words or less) about it. While I can’t guarantee I will participate in this every month, I was inspired to do so for this month’s image. The picture below reminded me of a character whose story I’m in the beginning stages of writing, so why not make the image about a scene that’s been floating around in my head right? Right. The characters for this month’s Flash Fiction are Jeremy and Tasha. Also, if you want more Flash Fiction, please check out the other authors who are participating. Their blogs are listed below. Enjoy!
*Tasha and Jeremy*
I Have Something to Ask You
“Okay, Tasha, just breathe,” I repeat over and over as I climb out of my Corolla in front of Jeremy’s house. His home is beautiful with its stone siding and perfectly manicured lawn. Noting the garage door is open, I decide to walk up the driveway instead of the path leading to the front door. I’m about three-quarters of the way to the garage door entrance, when I look up and halt in my tracks. Standing there in all of his six-foot two, tanned skin, dark-haired glory is the man I came to see. Shirtless. Holy shit is that a nipple piercing? My mouth becomes dry as the Sahara. I let my eyes rummage over his masculine chest and abs covered in an array of tattoos. My feet move on their own, needing to get closer. I’ve barely noticed that he’s stopped what he’s doing to silently watch me.
“What are you doing here?” his gruff voice draws my attention.
I look up at those piercing green eyes.
“Uh, I’ve come to see you,” I manage to squeak out.
He raises a dark eyebrow, as he pulls a rag from the back of his jeans pocket, wiping his hands. That movement draws my attention to his strong hands. I remember what those hands felt like on my skin the other night at the club. I notice the leather wrist cuffs he is still wearing, the same ones he had on that night. I lick my lips, unconsciously, wondering all the things those hands could do to me.
“Well, you’ve seen me,” he says, almost dismissively, as he tosses the rag to the other side of the garage and steps closer to me. “Is that all you wanted?”
“N-no,” I answer, clearing my throat. “I-I wanted to ask you something.”
His gaze rummages over my entire body, taking in my distressed jeans, off the shoulder t-shirt, and strappy sandals. “So, ask,” his voice is low, seductive.
I inhale deeply before pushing a breath out. Here goes. “I want you to teach me. What I saw at the club the other night. I want to know more and I want you to be the one to teach me.” There I’ve said it.
“You want me to be your Dom?” he questions, tilting his head to stare at me.
“Because I-I think you can show me…” I trail off.
“Show you what?”
“What it’s like to experience pleasure in my own body.” Damn, those words were harder to say than I thought.
At that admission Jeremy raises his eyebrows in realization. “You’ve never had an orgasm?” he asks.
Hearing the words out loud makes me feel foolish, immature and I lower my gaze to the ground, shaking my head.
He turns and walks back over to straddle the motorcycle he was working on, folding his arms and lowering his chin to rest on his forearms, staring at me intently.
“No,” he says with finality.
My heart sinks.
More Flash Fiction Authors:
Adrienne D’nelle Ruvalcaba – https://indigoplume.wordpress.com/
Dariel Raye – http://www.pendarielraye.blogspot.com/
I’m a few days late with this post, but This is Where I Sleep is now available on Amazon. Click here to head over and pick up your copy if you haven’t already!
“Welcome to Harvard’s ROTC Program, recruits…” our PT instructor began his spiel that I was sure no one was listening to. It was our first week of early morning PT and my eyes were still fighting to remain open. A few of my friends behind me joked about some of the girls in our program. I’d admit I wasn’t expecting there to be much eye candy in an ROTC program, but looking around I thought a few girls may be worth getting to know. I’d been fucking since the age of fifteen and college now offered a new world of random pussy to get lost in. I was up to the challenge.
“Damn, who’s that?” I heard, Damon ask behind me, with awe in his voice.
I turned to see where he was looking and my breath caught. At about five-six, rich mocha-colored skin, a heart shaped face, made less innocent by intense hazel eyes, there she stood. At eighteen, I still had yet to get used to my physical reactions towards the opposite sex, and I was surprised by my immediate physical response to her. She was dressed in the same ROTC sweat pants and shirt we all were in, but I could see those sweats hid a body made for sin. I heard Damon mumbling about wanting to get to know her and before he got the chance I cut him off and strolled over to her.
“Aww, man, you can’t handle that.”
I tossed him a middle finger and continued on. I was a cocky son of a bitch. I knew my height, tanned skin courtesy of many days spent underneath the Texas sun, and green eyes left women a decade older than me stuttering. I moved up close to her, and reached for a lock of her hair. Don’t ask me why I did that, I just had an insane urge to touch her.
“Today might just be your lucky day,” I murmured low in her ear, twirling her hair in between my fingers.
Stunned, she jumped back and glared at me. “Excuse you?”
Her voice sent shivers down my spine. Not taking heed of the fire blazing in her eyes, I took a step closer. “I said…today is your lucky day, sweetheart.”
She paused and looked me up and down. “And why is that?” she asked.
I chuckled and gave her the most seductive wink I’d perfected. “Because you just caught my eye.”
She looked me up and down again, scornfully, and in pure Coral fashion handed me my ass.
“If today is my lucky day, I should have stayed in bed. Don’t ever touch me again.” And then turned and walked away.
The snickers from behind me alerted me that Damon and our other friends heard the entire exchange. I tucked my proverbial tail between my legs and returned to my group, but continued to stare at the first girl to ever reject me and turn me on at the same time.
Didn’t think you’d see me so soon, huh? Well, I’m going to try my best to never be gone as long as last time. Anyway, I just finished the blurb for This Is Where I Sleep and wanted to share it with you all. First, I’ll let you all in on a secret of mine. I dislike writing blurbs. Seriously, it consists of condensing 70k+ words into less than 200. In the blurb you want to write enough so readers get a gist of the story and become interested enough to read it, but NOT give the good parts away. *Sighs*. I’m not complaining though, I love writing and sharing these stories with you. So here it is:
Blurb: This Is Where I Sleep
For more than a decade life has been one mission after another for Coral Coleman. This time, Coral is on a mission to find out who tried to kill her two years ago. Unfortunately for whoever it was, they missed her, but took out two of Coral’s teammates—that, she takes personally. Coral has searched far and wide for the elusive “Ghost” who apparently has it out for her. She comes one step closer to finding him when a case involving Bennett Industries falls into her lap.
There’s just one problem.
The current CEO of Bennett Industries is Liam Bennett, the man who was Coral’s best friend turned lover turned heart breaker when he walked away from her without any explanation and married another woman.
For the last five years Liam Bennett has been on his own mission—maintaining control of Bennett Industries while plotting to take down the one man who has kept him from the love of his life. When Coral re-enters Liam’s world for this case, once-buried feelings emerge and secrets are revealed, but most of all, a connection that cannot be denied resurfaces. Liam resolves to put this case to an end and reclaim the woman he has always wanted. He will have to overcome vindictive family members, betrayal by someone in his inner-circle, and most of all, have to work to convince the very stubborn Coral that with him is where she belongs.
It has been SO long since I’ve updated this blog and I apologize for that. It was never my intention to go this long without posting anything, but your girl has been busy. Busy writing!
Yup this is my next book entitled This Is Where I Sleep. And for those who have been asking, yes, this is Coral’s story. If you’ve read Black Butterfly (of course you have!), you will know that Coral is Stacey’s older, kickass sister. Well, Coral’s got a love story to tell and we can’t wait to share it with you. The release date for This Is Where I Sleep is June 3rd. Over the next couple of weeks I will be dropping more information including excerpts, bios of the main characters and the story blurb. Stay tuned!
*Also, I just realized that we are a little more than a month away from the one year anniversary of my first published book, Black Pearl. I think maybe, a short story from Devyn and Nikola, just to catch up on the anniversary would be fun. What do you think?
**Lastly, I’m considering starting a private FaceBook page. There I’ll share upcoming release dates, try to get author interviews/chats, discuss other books in the genre and just have fun. Would anyone be interested in that?
I know this is somewhat short notice, but I can finally share the release date and cover of the third installment of my Black Burlesque Series. The book is entitled Black Butterfly, and yes, is it Andre’s story of finding love! The book is scheduled for release tomorrow, Tuesday December 8th.
I’ve given you some sneak peeks, so here is an image of the cover for the book:
Also, what would a book in the Black Burlesque Series be without some music, right? Here’s the Spotify playlist for the book.
I’ve been working hard on this book and I can’t wait for you all to finally get a chance to get your hands on it! You guys should know by now I LOVE feedback, so feel free to leave a comment, shoot me an email, Facebook message on your thoughts, and if you’re so inclined, to leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads. I would REALLY appreciate it!
Oh, and speaking of reviews. I was thinking I may start doing reviews of other books on this blog. As a lover of romance, I read A LOT of books, and have come across some really great ones I’d love to share and talk about on here. Would you all like that? Let me know! And, as always, happy reading!!
So my manuscript is complete and has been read over by my betas who all gave me some great feedback! Now, I am just waiting to here back on a release date from my publisher and to get to work on more edits and revisions so it will be perfect for your eyes!
While you wait I wanted to give you a little teaser from Andre and Stacey. You ready for it? Here goes:
Andre parked, rushing out his car door and hurrying to Stacey’s door, to open it before she could even remove her seat belt. When they reached the door to her condo, Andre took the keys from Stacey’s hand, turning her pressing her back against the door. He leaned over his lips lightly touching hers.
“Invite me in,” he said just above a whisper.
“Um, uh,” Stacey sputtered. She couldn’t think with his lips on hers, “I’m not sure–”
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. Invite me in,” Andre insisted, cutting off her response with a quick kiss to her lips.
Hesitating, Stacey stared into his eyes. Though she wasn’t sure how far she was ready to go with Andre just yet, something in his eyes told her she was safe with him. “Come in,” she whispered.
Before the words were even out of her mouth, Andre had inserted her key in the lock and opened the door.
A few weeks ago, a popular IR author posted a negative review on her Facebook page. Negative reviews are common, and not to be unexpected when you put your writing out there for others to read. What made this review particularly negative is that the reviewer admitted to not reading the book. Yup. You read that correctly the reviewer didn’t even read the book, but instead chose to leave a one star review as a “warning” to other prospective romance readers that the heroine in the story was…wait for it…a black woman. The reviewer identified herself as a Hispanic woman, who just couldn’t “relate” to stories about black women and therefore felt it her duty to caution others who may come across this book.
I wish incidents like this were isolated, but they are not. Just the other day on my Facebook page there was a discussion of some authors who write IR, leaving out the physical descriptions of the female heroine, but not the white male hero.
I highly doubt it.
For years, Black authors have discussed how large publishing companies will try to persuade them to either write white characters or downplay the physical characteristics if they must write black or non-white characters. It seems the mainstream audience has trouble relating to non-white characters.
Now, can we think about this?
In the literary world, books featuring wizards, talking animals, witches and aliens are easily put on book shelves, made into movies and sell millions, but stories featuring black people, in particular, romance featuring black women is just too much to relate to? Does that make sense to you? Says a lot about our society when black women being loved and protected is where people throw up their hands because it’s just too absurd a concept.
This is why I write romance featuring black women.
When I first discovered the world of Black romance, I was shocked to discover a genre in which black women were prominently featured as being loved and protected. Today, with digital books allow more black authors to break into the genre and be discovered by their targeted audience. This has created the opportunity for a host of more dynamic and diverse stories featuring black women to be told.
In a world where black women are often told we are too strong, too independent, too masculine, too much of this and not enough of that, and that is why we’re single, unloved and uncared for, romance featuring Black women being loved is my safe space. I enjoy reading and writing about black women who’ve overcome whatever trials they may have gone through, and are able to find love that is worthy of their greatness. These stories allow me to take a few hours out of my day and escape to a world in which a woman being black does not take away from her beauty or humanity. It allows me to read about women with café au lait, caramel or dark chocolate colored skin (excuse the food references), with full lips, thick thighs, wide noses and kinky to relaxed hair not only being the recipient of mind-blowing orgasms but love.
I write romance featuring black women because even as I write this post there is a video circulating social media of a young black girl being tossed from her chair and dragged like an animal from a classroom by a school police officer. In that video not only were the actions of the school officer abhorrent, but the non-reactions of everyone else in the classroom is just as telling. Unfortunately, not even the teacher in that classroom saw that young girl worthy of a “Be careful!” or “Not so rough!” directed at the officer.
I write black women in romance to remind ourselves that we are not the problem.
I write black women in romance as a reminder that our black is beautiful.
I write to remind ourselves that we are worthy of love and protection because the world so often tells us the opposite.
I write black women in romance as a reminder to myself that my worthiness of being loved is not dependent on my proximity to whiteness, but simply because I exist (and you are too 😉 ).
Why do you read romance featuring black women?
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