Witch . . . please
Witch . . . please
This is one woman’s story.
I really need to release my historicals (that also feature romance), so that’s what I’m fiddin’ to do
I enjoy writing love stories. But I also enjoy crafting historical fiction and Scifi featuring leads of color.
A historical romance that’s already been released on Amazon.com is JUKEBOX:
THIS EBOOK WILL BE RELEASED IN FEBRUARY:
As a child star David Latimore had a winsome, bucktoothed grin and expressive, molasses brown eyes. His film debut was in a musical feature when he was seven, around 1941, just after World War II broke out. The tiny angel costume he wore looked more like a white nightgown with a bent coat hanger stuck up his back with feathers glued to it. The white sparkles they’d given him to toss around always made his nose itch. “Saints and Sinners” was a Vanguard studio rip-off of “Cabin in the Sky” and MGM’s “Green Pastures.” But “Saints and Sinners” proved to be such a money maker that a couple of songs from the film score had been top forty hits.
In keeping with my theme of diversity (with a focus on underrepresented women of color in publishing), I’ve got a New Adult romance featuring a young woman who discovers just how strong she really is:
If a six foot-something man could shrink to two feet, that’s what Tyshawn did. My words seemed to make him fold into himself. His shoulders slump, and his face is crestfallen. “Bree, please . . . I just need to explain.”
“No, you-you get back. Get back or I’ll scream. You were there, and you didn’t do a damn thing except laugh. You saw me on the ground, but you didn’t do anything to help me-”
“I didn’t know you needed help! Jamie said you had too much to drink, and he was gonna help you get home.”
“And you believed him.”
Free excerpts in a number of genres will soon be available. I use these excerpts as promotional tools, and the extended excerpts can be downloaded from Amazon.com. Kindle has free software for a MAC or PC, to read ebooks. Download December will start on December 26th.
Here are a few extended excerpts that will be Free and the dates:
SENSEI – Nigerian beauty and Japanese businessman begin an unconventional romance. Free excerpt dates TBA
The Player: NFL quarterback falls for divorcée and bar owner from Trinidad.
Download the free excerpt on 12/26 – 12/27
The pictures and GIF say it all:
For more IR lovers, check out my Interracial Romance Galley of edited stock photos here
She’s the girl that got away, and newly elected House of Representatives member Brandon Wingate is intent on winning her back.
Brandon darted through traffic, trying to catch up to the girl who reminded him so much of Kenya. Same build, same deep brown skin color excerpt her hair was straight, in some sort of shoulder length style that flipped under. And her outfit was plain. Nothing close to the colorful sweaters and sneakers Kenya loved to wear in college. By the time he caught up to the woman she’d dashed into a restaurant that had a line snaking around several tables. He stood directly behind her, wondering how he’d approach this. What if she wasn’t Kenya? This could be awkward, saying that she reminded him of someone else. He needed something besides visual conformation. He needed voice recognition. He needed-
Thankfully her phone rang and just about everyone in the place looked down at their own.
Lifting her phone out of the small purse slung diagonally over her suit jacket, one shapely leg cocked back while the other rocked up and down on the heel of her shoe. He couldn’t help watching her calf flex each time it raised and lowered.
With a ho-hum sigh she addressed the person on the other end of the line. “I just got here. Um hmm. Consider it done.”
As Kenya slid her phone back in her purse, Brandon made his move. “Kenya? Kenya Paul?”
She turned around to find him with a smile so wide, it was like he’d won the lottery. “Brandon? Oh wow, this is a surprise.”
These books are scheduled for release on November 15th. Tomorrow (11/2) is the last day to download a free extended excerpt of both ebooks.
Additional Excerpt from The Gorgeous Nothings:
“This isn’t happening,” he muttered, pacing around the room. “Somebody’s gonna walk in on us, like your dad.”
I giggled, loving how unnerved he was about the whole thing. “If it bothers you that much then just lock the door.”
“No.” With a shaky finger he pointed to my pants on the floor. “You-you put your jeans back on.”
“Only if you look at me. And I mean really look at me, Stone.”
He shook his head. I’d never seen his eyes that big before. They were wide and wild, like some animal trapped in a house, a poor creature filled with anxiety because they don’t know how to escape. It wasn’t funny anymore, so I reached for my jeans. “Never mind, this was stupid.” How pathetic was I?
“Bree, wait. You have a beautiful body.”
I’ve got a couple of books that I’ve decided to label with a trigger warning.
Here’s the definition of a trigger warning:
A statement at the start of a piece of writing, video, etc., alerting the reader or viewer to the fact that it contains potentially distressing material (often used to introduce a description of such content).
The Gorgeous Nothings deals with sexual assault on a college campus. Since the assault happens to the lead character, I think its only fair to warn readers who may find the subject matter upsetting, especially if they have experienced rape. The Sneak Peek doesn’t contain the assault scene, that’s why there’s no trigger warning on it.
I’m debating whether I should put a trigger warning on SENSEI, since the lead character experiences both rape and sexual trafficking. However, in SENSEI, I don’t use first person or have the main character describe in detail what happened to her.
As I familiarize myself with Amazon’s publishing process again (it’s been almost a year since I uploaded a manuscript), the Sneak Peeks serve a number of purposes for me. While Sneak Peeks are for marketing purposes, I’m able to correct format errors and process any changes Amazon has made. All my books, from the covers to the blurbs, are created in-house.
IVY League is a love story that begins in college and continues on Capitol Hill. Kenya Paul is a liberal and active in the LGBTQ community. Brandon is conservative, and has just been elected to the House of Representatives when they re-connect in Washington, DC.
Free extended excerpt promo of SENSEI coming shortly on Amazon!
Just north of Yasukuni-dori Avenue, Shibuya’s Kabukichō was a red light district made up of maze like streets crammed with all sorts of adult entertainment. Neon lit candy colored shop fronts beckoned like Venus Fly traps. There were any number of sex shops, massage parlors, host and hostess clubs, love hotels, and places to eat, sleep and shop. It was a seedy fantasy land with Lego like buildings stacked one on top of another, buildings that seemed to be there to simply house ads and jumbo-tron screens. Androgynous pretty boys and anime cartoon character females enticed visitors to come on in. Towering over it all was the iconic monster Godzilla, with his gleaming, demon orange eyes, illuminated talons and mouth widened in a fang filled roar. The streets were overcrowded, noisy and energized with gawkers and the adventurous. Every few steps a pushy Nigerian lad would try to get males to frequent his host club. This area was like home to Nyesha. It infused her with life and renewed her spirits. With so many attractions packed together the whole place was akin to being inside a life-sized pinball machine, where she was the ball.
People got around on foot, scooters and bicycles. Many of the streets weren’t large enough for two cars, but there was always a stretch limo slowly cruising by. In the daytime Kabukichō was a dreary place, like a vampire confined to his coffin until the night sets him free. While police would sweep through the area in their black and red vests, the Yakuza ran Kabukichō.
Ojiro Mori, aka Mr. O stood by his Ferrari 458 Speciale convertible, his eyes shielded by sunglasses, his skin reddened instead of tanned. In the passenger side of his white sports car was a stunning black girl wearing a floral headscarf. Nyesha guessed the girl’s age to be less than 21, but over 12.
“Ojiro,” Nyesha said, one of the only people who dared to call him by his first name.
Instead of speaking he simply nodded. The girl in the car caught his cue, lowering her head.
Nyesha fought against feelings of revulsion and anger over the girl’s situation. What she couldn’t control were the images of the past that came roaring into her mind. “Kimochii” was a word she’d have to whisper in a childish, high pitched squeal to let the client know what he was doing felt good. Even when it didn’t.
Nyesha Adu is an African woman living and working in Tokyo.
In order to tell her story I had to do heavy research (something that I do for most of my books). This book contains mature subject matter, like Female Genital Mutilation. It deals with how the main heroine copes with what has been done to her body. It also deals with the alienation and isolation of a thirty-something Japanese businessman who’s still a virgin. I touch on the sex trade and the changing economic status and cultural norms that women are facing in Japan. So while I do have books coming out with sweet love stories, this ain’t one of them. But it is a love story. And its a slow build erotic romance.
She was in bed with him, and Takeshi couldn’t believe it. Her thighs cradled his. Her arm was loosely draped over his right shoulder. He didn’t dare move. Didn’t dream of breathing. As the realization dawned on him that this wasn’t a dream, there was a smile on his face as wide as a canyon.
“I know you’re awake.” There was drowsiness in her voice, and something else he couldn’t pinpoint. “I know you’re awake, because I’ve been playing with your body.”
He stiffened at her revelation. “I would like to be conscious when you do that.”
“I didn’t do much. I just kissed along your back and I rubbed your-”
This is the third time its happened. The first time was when I penned The Stone Boy. Then it was the refugee/biker romance RUSH, featuring the motorcycle gang The Suicide Kings. It happened again with an upcoming ebook, and I can’t explain why it happens, but sometimes a story line, its characters and most of all, the scenes(dialogue and descriptions) are clear enough to type, and the pages soon make up a book.
Readers, thank you for your patience. I’m gearing up for a roll out beginning this month. Because I’ve been busy writing, I’ll need to do some marketing. Part, but not all of the roll out will include free sneak peak promos with several chapters to generate interest. Advertising and marketing can sometimes be the toughest part of being an indie writer, so please keep on the look out for:
“I’ve got pre-made pieces that I can easily slip into, like these panties.” Nyesha held up a crocheted thong for Takeshi’s inspection. He nodded, fingering the material, secretly fantasizing its stretch over her derrière. “I use a mannequin for most of my ready-made wear,” she said.
“May you what?”
She grinned, enjoying where this was heading.
– Scene from the upcoming erotic romance SENSEI
Nyesha Adu is nobody’s victim.
Over the years she’s left a trail of broken hearts and emptied bank accounts, but Takeshi Nishikowa is different. Sweetly earnest and fiercely protective of her, for the first time in Nyesha’s life she just might be ready to stick around for a while. That is, until secrets from her past threaten their growing love affair, forcing Takeshi to return to a life he’d left behind.
Nyesha wore a black trench coat that was clinched at the waist. With her hands in her pockets, she did a bouncy walk toward him. “You’ve been following me.”
“You’re not a very good liar.”
It was true. Her stare caused Takeshi to drop his head, unable to meet her eyes. “Yes,” he blurted.
“See? Now doesn’t it feel better to tell the truth?”
“Yes . . . and no.” Takeshi nodded vigorously as he answered, because he hadn’t been truthful. “No, I am ashamed.”
“Why? It’s kind of a turn on for me.”
Surprised, his head jerked up. “I-I thought you would be angry.”
What I’m listening to: The Way You Move by OutKast
New books are on the way! So excited about plot lines and new characters. I’m working hard on getting new ebooks out this month in the scifi, IR romance and New Adult genres.
I’ve previously mentioned how hard I’ve been working on realistic covers (taking two different stock photos and merging them so that it appears as if the photo was shot in one sitting). The cover below is a result of some additional creative editing, because I wanted her eyes to meet his.
I‘m dedicated to creating realistic looking covers that show the passion and love between IR characters. Sometimes the book plot doesn’t warrant that type of cover, but when it does, readers will be able to see my unique creations featuring a woman of color as the primary love interest right up front. I also believe in portraying the variety of beautiful skin tones among minority women.
“What a hero. What an athlete. What a woman.” – Jacob Steinberg, the guardian.com
Just got done watching Wimbledon, and Serena Williams has done it again! She’s got 22 Grand Slam Majors (tied with Steffi Graf in the Open Era). Margaret Court has the most overall at 24.
I think I’ll stake out some space on this site for uncut love scenes. Until then, here’s another excerpt from SENSEI, a AMBW erotic romance that will be out shortly:
His wide eyed, attentive gaze followed the path of the nylon rope circling his waist. She’d advised him to look in the overhead mirror if he wanted to view her work from behind, so that’s what Takeshi did, welcoming her presence as she stood there, fussing with a loop at the small of his back, bringing up robe ends of equal length between his legs, then dividing them into opposite directions at his crotch.
The silence was broken by Nyesha’s hurried explanation. “Since this is your first time I won’t bind your elbows or your hands. I want you to feel comfortable. And safe.”
He gave her a grateful nod. Though she was all business, each time her knuckles and finger tips brushed against him, his arousal grew.
With a single strand of rope pulling along his rectum, the friction was exquisite, causing Takeshi to rock on his bare heels. Nyesha continued to tell herself she was doing this for his benefit, not hers. She was the rigger and he was the bottom, and his needs came before anything else. But his clinching butt cheeks didn’t go unnoticed. So she paused, asking if she should continue, taking the time to compose herself. He nodded, eyes now squeezed shut, focused solely on her nearness and the way she breathed steady and sure, barely exhaling. Truly, he craved her warm breath as it caressed his skin.
I’m working on an interactive book tree for my novels and their genres:
Another excerpt from THE EMISSARY:
“I need your permission to examine you. I’m curious . . . you know, about just how accurate your maker was, in uh . . . in-”
The bot saved her from further embarrassment by brightly offering himself. “Certainly, Yeoman Gossett.”
He actually stuck his crotch in her face. The thing had no shame or fear. He was bigger than most, and so was his floppy, human looking dick.
“May I?” she asked. “Touch it-”
“Of course, Yeoman Gossett.”
First up is my new cover for the ebook RAZHER, the tale of an African American/Maori she-wolf who teams with a Russian Vampire and Chinese Gargoyle, to take on the corrupt elders of their respective species.
“Awwww suky suky now,” Keenan sang, nodding towards the entrance. “Looks like Cleopatra Jones just joined the party.”
“Cleo who?” Joran could never figure out half the stuff coming out of Keenan’s mouth.
“Just turn around, man. A fine lookin’ sista just came in. She’s Lupita Nyong’o and Halle Berry rolled into one. Don’t tell me you haven’t met Mariah Hawthorne yet, ‘cause she’s the best thing about this damn Arias Industries take over.”
Joran was about to chug down more of his drink when his hand stopped in mid-air. It was like he’d been struck by lightning. The woman was of medium height, very curvy and wore a perfectly round Afro, as if she were a throwback from another decade. Somehow it worked for her, because coupled with her form fitting blouse and skirt, the 70s afro gave her an edginess that had all heads turning. The fact that she was positively beautiful probably had a little something to do with it.
It’s a summer of love, with erotic romance featuring diverse couples:
Ride or Die is a spin-off novella from the ebook RUSH.
While I’ve worked on a number of novellas for the RUSH OMG (Outlaw Motorcycle Gang) series, I’ve decided that Turk’s story should be the next release. Ride or Die is also connected to the ebook CHERISH, the tale of a young black woman raised by a religious cult.
An excerpt of Ride or Die is included in the Sneak Peek of IVY LEAGUE, that will be up on Amazon.com shortly.
And another, and still others as I work to build my own brand in the world of publishing.
For example, the historical fantasy novel Long Ago and Far Away, featuring these two lovers:
Spawned these sister-witches:
An extended sneak peek of Long Ago and Far Away will be up on Amazon later this week.
That book somehow inspired this novella on a young black woman raised by a religious cult, and how she’s instrumental in taking the leader down. Here’s a promo I’ve worked on for the novel:
Look for the ebook CHERISH in May.
Finally, I’ve got another book featuring an Asian leading man and an African leading lady. Nyesha is from Nigeria, and Takeshi is Japanese.
To read a brief excerpt from the book, continue reading:
I’ll be updating this post throughout the day and linking more excerpts.
If you’d like to read about an African American female who proudly proclaims her bisexuality, then please pick up the erotic romance novella IVY LEAGUE this
Want to read an exciting, erotic space adventure featuring a black woman as the lead character?
Then the fast paced The Emissary may be the scifi novella for you:
There, I said it. My family already knows and they’re fine with it, because they love Nate and Nick Diaz too.
That’s why I took a little bit of Nate’s “I don’t give a fuck, just gimme my check” personality for the lead male in this upcoming novella:
The TAKEDOWN – the rocky romance of two MMA fighters who come up against an opponent neither one of them are prepared for.
The Takedown is a book that features several other characters from ebooks I’ve written, like Derek and Nicole from The Stone Boy, Ethan and Torii from At Last, among others. I’ll have a free extended excerpt up on Amazon as my
March Madness final four.
I’ve got a number of other books that I’d readying for release, so I’m not able to blog as often as I’d like until I get these other stories published that are much longer reads.
Excerpt from The Takedown:
Didn’t I blow your mind this time . . .
Sly kept playing with my hand. “Why’d you start calling yourself ‘The Bastard?’ ”
“I didn’t chose it. It’s what I’ve been called ever since I was a kid.” I changed my voice to imitate Jelly’s. “Killian, you little fookin’ bastard.”
“Oh, so if you say it, then it can’t hurt you, huh? So you’ve turned the tables and made it into a badge of honor.” That was the thing about Sly. She was wise beyond her years, especially when she added, “But that’s a shitty label to stick on a kid. If you don’t mind I’m not gonna call you that.”
“You might end up using it,” I mumbled, refusing to meet her eyes.
“Not unless you’re planning on doing something to make me call you that. Is that what you’re saying?
“I’ve been told the name suits me.”
“So you’ve decided to live up to it? Or, excuse me, are you’re gonna live down to acting like a bastard?”
I rubbed at my temples. This conversation was starting to give me a headache. “Are we gonna fuck again or not?” After her sharp intake of breath I expected to hear a ton of profanity directed my way. Instead she just stared at me real hard, and I mean really hard. I blinked first. “Ay, you know I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.”
“I think you already know my answer.”
“Aw come on, Sly.”
“No, you come on. I thought you were ready for me, but you’re not.” She slipped out of bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress with her back to me. All it did was give me a real good look at her fine brown apple bottom. “It’s cool though,” she sniffed, as if last night never happened. “I won’t go storming off like some little bitch. I’m gonna use your bathroom and then I’ll take a taxi home.”
“What if I don’t want you to go?”
Why should guys have all the fun? Especially since women can be powerful and sexy. And tough. And tender. And go all out for what we want.
As the saying goes, A picture is worth a thousand words: