Excerpts
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Bisexual, Bipartisan and Black
Divided by politics . . . united by love.
The relationship between Congressman Brandon Jefferson Wingate and activist Kenya Paul, is, for lack of a better word, complicated. They’re two people from different worlds with clashing ideologies. Even the things they do have in common, like being the children of wealthy parents is cause for debate. **I had to change a few things about the story, since Hillary didn’t win đ Sorry for the delay.**
Excerpt:
âHey, how are you?â Brandonâs voice was friendly and upbeat.
Kenyaâs reply was cold. âWhat do you want?â
âI-I thought we could get together.â
âNo.â
âI miss you. I-â
Kenya hung up, turning her phone off in case he called back. As she walked up the stairway to get to her dorm room, girlish laughter and wall thuds greeted her ears. Mo and two other girls were coming down the hall, heading her way. Kenya put a practiced smile on her face. One girl draped a possessive arm over Mo’s shoulders before they all met.
Kenya spoke first. âHey Mo.â Since she didnât know the names of the other girls, she just said, âHey.â
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Thirsty
I made more promos for The Saint of BOYStown, a New Adult IR (Interracial romance).
Here’s a scene from the novel:
There’s a lot going on in this book. There’s race, romance, economic disparity (and not just on the black folk side) That’s all I’ll reveal for now.
Excerpt:
Go away Tanner. Go far, far, away. He doesnât. Instead of pulling out a chair like a normal person would, he leapfrogs over the top of the backrest and plops down next to me, with a tray full of food Iâd never eat. Iâm allergic to vegetables. I wonât eat rice with gravy, but I will snack on rice with butter. Tanner quizzes me on the lack of eats on my tray, to which I repeat that Iâm veggie intolerant.
His eyelashes flutter downward and his fingers steeple as he says grace. There are teachers and other students watching, just as shocked as I am at Tannerâs transformation. When he stops giving thanks he starts in with questioning me. âNo, really? You really canât eat vegetables?â he asks, mixing everything on his plate together before shoveling the stuff in his mouth. Itâs such a Cody-like move. I give him a nod of assurance that my lie is the truth. I also canât stop gawking at all the different foods heâs mixed together.
One side of his face balloons as he tries to eat and talk. âYeah, Cody convinced me and Justin to eat this way.â
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Game.Set. LOVE
Roger Federer and Venus Williams have been dubbed the “ageless” ones because of the great tennis they’re playing in their thirties. Roger won a record 8th Wimbledon men’s tennis title, while Venus made it to the women’s final at the age of 37 (tying tennis great Martina Navratilova). Venus fell to Garbiñe Muguruza Blanco in straight sets.
Garbiñe is the future of women’s tennis, but Venus has now made it to 2 finals this year (Australian Open and Wimbledon). Here’s a good article on just what Venus has accomplished:
Relentless and Tough, Venus Graces a Spotlight All Her Own After Wimbledon Run
My fictional tennis player, Sinead Landon, is trying to reach the heights of the Williams sisters. Once she’s paired with Didi Botha, a charismatic tennis pro, they become more than just doubles partners.
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âI had the fastest serve in the game for a while. One hundred and thirty-five.â Didiâs muscles appeared to expand in pride as he spoke. âBlew my shoulder out, had surgery, and Iâve been slowly working my way back.â
Pity for his plight moved Sinead to say, âIâm so sorry.â
âFor what? A serve is just one of the weapons a tennis player has. Sure, I could hit âem with the best but my unforced errors were shameful.â He leaned back, draping an arm over the empty chairs at his side. âNow that Iâve got my errors at a manageable number Iâm holding my own. I run down all the balls hit my way, and Iâve got the title of best terrier in the game. Iâm Michael Chang 2.0.â
Mesmerized by the sudden flash of his smile, Sinead just nodded.
Now that he had her full attention, Didi continued with, âYouâve got the fire-power, and youâre versatile. Iâve seen your interviews and youâre knowledgeable about the history of the game. I like how youâre showing the proper amount of respect and humility to the superstars who came before you. Sinead, youâre the future of tennis.â
She couldnât help blushing. And noticing how well he filled out his tee shirt. God, he was a beautifully built man. And his smile! Sineadâs heart just melted when heâd grin. She had a mad crush on her doubles partner and he didnât even know it.
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COPYRIGHT 2014, 2017
Read the first chapter of Game.Set. LOVE here
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Back Among the Living
I hate getting sick. For the past two years bronchitis has kicked my ass and then some.
I’ve got a lot of  catching up to do, so my apologies for the delays. Time to get back to work.
Excerpt:
His eyes darted from hers. âYou are a woman who knows about men. Is this not so?â
âEr . . . yes, it is.â
âI want to know, I need to learn about women. How to-how to make them happy. How to pleasure them.â
She sat down on a white leather lounger that was so buttery soft her rear end bobbed in delight. Oh yes, she could get used to this. No more sleeping or walking across a cold floor, not when heâd revealed that all the floors were electronically heated. Her smile radiated warmth at the thought. âOkay, what are you into?â
Takeshi cocked his head. âWhat into?â
âWhat do you like, what do you fantasize about, what would you like to do to me right now?â
He seemed to be taken aback at her directness. After an excruciatingly long silence, he blurted, âTo have you pose, like in art class. I-I would like to draw you without your clothes on.â
Her face registered a whole lot of Really? Really dude? Thatâs what you wanna do? Draw me instead of fuck me? Nyesha sighed as she stood up, inwardly vowing that no matter what, his lounger would be leaving with her after all this was over. âWill you unzip me?â
He snapped to attention, quickly coming to her aid as she turned around. The zipper came down slowly, the air cool on her back as more of her skin was exposed. With a flick of her hand one shoulder was freed, then the other until the dress slithered down her waist. Before he could step back, in a husky voice she ordered him to touch her breasts. âGo ahead and feel them. Itâs something that turns most women on.â
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Release Week
This is release week for two of my novels. In the meantime here are a couple of excerpts from The Saint of BOYStown and SENSEI
The Saint of BOYStown
That’s not Cody lying in bed, looking for all the world like a male version of Sleeping Beauty. His muscles are nowhere to be found, because his body has shrunk, almost like heâs deflated. His breathing is so shallow that its hard to tell if he’s really taking in air on his own. Mom is already here, doing what a nurse usually would.
As I watch her washing Cody Iâm ashamed at how bratty Iâve been to her. She takes his arm, wiping a wet cloth over his skin ever so tenderly. The soap suds are close to the same color he is, but even with the sterile whiteness of the bed sheets, the peach tinted lava of the soap and Codyâs fading tan, I hope he can feel the love in her touch. I pray he can hear her voice, how she sings so sweetly to him, peppering a made-up melody with lyrics like âmy beautiful boy.â She encourages him and herself by bragging about how everythingâs gonna be just fine. Mom gives him a run-down on all the well-wishers and prayers from the community. I wish I had her kind of quiet strength. When she notices me standing in the doorway, she smiles and motions for me to come in. I hang back, feeling like Iâm intruding on this private moment between a mother and her comatose child.
âTalk to him, Nat,â she says. âIâm sure heâd like to know how youâre doing.â
I donât want to. All I want to do is transport the three of us back to Aunt Ginaâs living room, when we were laughing and hollering at LeBron James and the Cavalierâs game seven win over Golden State. See, I want to have that kind of mind-over-matter type will, a âI refuse to go downâ philosophy, the same power that LeBron and his teammates had. I want to will Cody to wake up.
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COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL
SENSEI
âI didnât mean to disturb you,â Takeshi said. âI thought you might be thirsty.â
With a half-smile and a deep throated âthank you,â she took the bottle, giving him a quick appraisal in the process. He was decent looking. Large hands, broad shoulders, big feet . . . Oh bloody hell, he was attractive in a ruggedly handsome sort of way. But that bowl haircut was totally wrong for his face. Nyesha guessed his age to be somewhere in his mid to late thirties, and just like she was checking him out, his attention was on her face, in addition to getting an up-close view of her bare breasts.
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March Madness pick
I’m putting up a Sneak Peek of The Saint of BOYStown on Amazon.com
In 2015 I put up excerpts on this site and Scribd. What I didn’t do is release it. But I’ve got a digital trail dating back two years.
The lead character is a teen female and bi-racial, looks more like the African American side of her family, her brother is in a coma due to a car accident, and she’s slowly falling for her brother’s friend. Oh, and she’s really grieving because she’s having a hard time dealing with what her brother, who was treated like an idol at her school, has done.
Somehow I managed to hit on all of the above in the first chapter.
I say all this, because I’ve decided to make The Saint of BOYStown one of my March Madness picks.
The Sneak Peek is free for 5 days, starting tomorrow or
basically, when it finishes publishing on Amazon. IT’S LIVE!ÂOr you can click any of three images below and read the same excerpt via Scribd:
The next book in this series features Justin Ybarra:
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Yasssss . . . March Madness
March Madness is back! I’ll have reduced priced ebooks and sneak peeks at the new ones that will be released. I write because I love crafting stories. What I’m terrible at is sticking to a release date, because all of a sudden a new scene will pop into my head, or I’ll need to do another edit. So please believe me when I say, thanks to all you readers who’ve been patient. The Queen of Comedy and other longer works are a priority, and I’m diligently working on making them the best tales that I can.
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Silence greeted Seth’s ears as fear flooded his body. Moonlight made it easier to realize Lisa wasnât taking in a midnight snack. The kitchen was just as spotless as theyâd left it. In the stillness he grew aware of steady breathing, and the sense that he was being watched. Seth rotated in the direction of the hallway that connected several first floor rooms, stopping to squint his eyes and focus on the living room.
She was sitting in the rocking chair with a duvet covering her.
âLisa?â
Instead of a response, Lisa drew her knees up to her chin. Seth called out to her again. âLisa? Whatâs wrong?â
âI-I saw you just like that, the first day I was here.â
âLike what?â Each footstep brought him closer to her.
âNaked.â
Seth dropped his head. Placing one bare foot behind the other, he reversed course. âAnd it didnât scare you off?â
âNo.â Her next words were muffled by the duvet. âI couldnât take my eyes off you.â
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Witch . . . please