Readers, I hope this post finds you and your loved ones safe and well.
I pray for us all.
My upcoming NCAA basketball love story:
Readers, I hope this post finds you and your loved ones safe and well.
I pray for us all.
My upcoming NCAA basketball love story:
Meet Yul Sukari, All American. A southeast asian leading man and athletic marvel. Yul has one goal in mind, and that’s to play in the NBA.
But what happens when transfer student Rhea Chappelle doesn’t fall for the big man on campus? Is playing for the NBA still number one on Yul’s list, or is numero uno now all about winning Rhea’s heart?
College basketball season is winding down, but I’m ramping up with new books that feature female players:
Emanuelle is a character who continues my Sex and the Single Paraplegic Series. The first book featured Torii and Ethan in At Last:
My other basketball heroine:
Her love interest:
They’re called “bigs” on a basketball team, and my upcoming ebook features college sweethearts who play NCAA ball.
Yul Sukari (I decided to change his first name from Yohan) and Rhea Chappelle are the bigs on their respective male and female squads.
New promo for my books/website:
Ancient China and multicultural Chinese citizens:
“China’s Qing Dynasty, established by the Manchu people who ruled from 1644–1912, is described as having been a vast multicultural empire. But it appears multicultural might also be a euphemism for multiracial. Nothing illustrates this better than the black and white photos taken by visitors from Europe in the mid-to-late 1800s. John Thomson, an Irish photographer, was one of the first to capture images that reveal a surprisingly more diverse makeup of then-contemporary China.”
After doing more research, I narrowed down the point in time I wanted to focus on. So while Pagan’s novel is paranormal fantasy, I’ve included real landmarks and ethnic groups in order to put a black woman in China during this period. Wuxia tales overwhelmingly feature characters of Chinese ancestry, however I enjoy the genre so much that I wanted to feature an inter-racial romance. There are supernatural elements in my story, which usually aren’t part of WUXIA but Xianxia (仙侠).
Still, I’m dubbing this “Black Wuxia.”
Simply put, Wuxia (武侠) is a genre of Chinese writing featuring the lives and adventures of martial artists. The stories are always set in ancient China, typically between the Tang and middle Ching dynasties (approximately AD 618 to AD 1800). The main attraction of the Wuxia novels is the myriad of powerful martial arts, or kung fu, wielded by the story characters.
I’ve created new visuals, some in graphic novel form to promote my upcoming ebook featuring 3 witches and their love interests.
The final promo is from my ebook “The Queen of Comedy” which is also set for release. The promo features 1960s comedian David Latimore and his wife, singer Contessa Earle.
Gargoyle Karnage Xian as a Wuxia Hero:
Before I go into the Raptors thrilling game six win, here’s another promo I’ve created for my New Adult collegiate basketball ebook One on One:
Congratulations to the Toronto Raptors. Game 6 of the NBA Finals came down to the wire, with the Raptors winning a 114-110 victory over the Golden State Warriors. This is the first title for the Raptors, and they also made history with point guard Jeremy Lin:
“After the Toronto Raptors won the NBA championship against the Golden State Warriors in Game 6 on Thursday, point guard Jeremy Lin became the first Asian American player to take home a ring. Cleveland Cavaliers’ Jordan Clarkson, who is of Filipino descent, made it to last year’s finals, but did not take home a championship. ”
It’s important to note that Jeremy is the first Asian American, that’s why I have it in bold. The first Asian was Mengke Bateer with the 2003 San Antonio Spurs. The second Asian to win a ring played for the 2009 NBA Champs Los Angeles Lakers and his name is Sun Yue.
The Raptors Pascal Siakam also made history as the first player from Cameroon to win an NBA Championship ring.
I’m a big fan of Jeremy Lin. His NBA journey is a study of hard work and talent.
In my fictional story about an Indonesian collegiate star, Yohan Sukari uses Jeremy Lin as a role model in his own quest to become an NBA player.
I’ve had to rediscover my love of writing, due to my mom’s death and a change in my family duties. Books were put on hold, but I plan on releasing new ones this month. I thank all readers for your patience during this trying time.
What I love about writing is the ability to world build as I see fit (but still within the confines of reality when creating fiction based on real life). That’s why I’m excited about the upcoming New Adult offerings, like the basketball romance ONE on ONE.
This book focuses on two elite NCAA basketball players, one male and one female. The supporting characters include Hispanic and LGBTQ voices, because being inclusive is one of the reasons I decided to self-publish.
Make-up sex is the greatest thing ever.
One on One excerpt:
Rhea had already decided that a quick hug would be appropriate for his chivalry. Lean in, squeeze and separate. Only she hadn’t figured on Yohan catching hold of her hand. He held it a beat too long while stepping backwards, as he if wanted to pull her to him. That moment in time, a sort of shy indecision made her words pour out. “You-you . . . I mean, I’ve got some strawberry wine coolers upstairs and-and video games. We could play Fortnite if you want.”
His brows rose and quickly lowered at her offer. Fuck playing Fortnite. ©
One on One excerpt:
Yohan Sukari was in her dorm room. Spooning her. Spooning. Her.
Rhea Chappelle realizes resistance is futile once big man Yohan Sukari turns on the charm, in the New Adult erotic romance One on One:
Adults at play:
Got treated to dinner and the film Aquaman by my family. We all really enjoyed the film.
The visuals were great, and James Wan should be commended for his direction and vision on the picture.
Aquaman AKA Jason Momoa brought a playfulness and his usual smoldering hotness to the character.
Other standouts imho were Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as Black Manta, Amber Heard as Princess Mera, Michael Beach as Manta’s dad, and Nicole Kidman as Queen Atlanna.
Upcoming new adult ebook:
More witchcraft and black magic gifs, featuring paranormals of color:
I enjoy creating character promos in-between writing and editing my ebooks:
I’m both shocked and truly saddened by the news of Chris Cornell’s death.
My thoughts and prayers go out to his family in their time of grief.
In tribute to the power and musical artistry of Chris Cornell, here’s a video of his cover of Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean.”
The finale of Into The Badlands is this Sunday, May 21st
Will Sonny and Veil finally reunite? Or will Quinn end up raising baby Henry?
At least ITBL will have 16 episodes next year. The Wuxia fighting on this show is fantastic. Love Daniel Wu as the stoic hero, a killer who’s faithful to the woman he loves, Veil. AMBW yeah!!!!!!
Barry and Iris are still going strong, or are they? This season the show gave us Savitar (Emo Barry) who’s crazy with a capital C. Savitar has vowed to kill Iris, and that’s all I’ll reveal in this post.
I’m just mentioning the very short lived Kara had a crush on Jimmy Olsen. When the show was moved to the CW, that romance was nixed. I mainly watch the show for the Martian Manhunter scenes now.
Gone, but not forgotten:
OUTSIDERS (canceled by WGN America)
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.
His eyes darted from hers. “You are a woman who knows about men. Is this not so?”
“Er . . . yes, it is.”
“I want to know, I need to learn about women. How to-how to make them happy. How to pleasure them.”
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 he’d revealed that all the floors were electronically heated. Her smile radiated warmth at the thought. “Okay, what are you into?”
Takeshi cocked his head. “What into?”
“What do you like, what do you fantasize about, what would you like to do to me right now?”
He seemed to be taken aback at her directness. After an excruciatingly long silence, he blurted, “To have you pose, like in art class. I-I would like to draw you without your clothes on.”
Her face registered a whole lot of Really? Really dude? That’s 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. “Will you unzip me?”
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. “Go ahead and feel them. It’s something that turns most women on.”
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 he’s 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 I’m ashamed at how bratty I’ve 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 Cody’s 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 “my beautiful boy.” She encourages him and herself by bragging about how everything’s 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 I’m intruding on this private moment between a mother and her comatose child.
“Talk to him, Nat,” she says. “I’m sure he’d like to know how you’re doing.”
I don’t want to. All I want to do is transport the three of us back to Aunt Gina’s living room, when we were laughing and hollering at LeBron James and the Cavalier’s game seven win over Golden State. See, I want to have that kind of mind-over-matter type will, a “I refuse to go down” philosophy, the same power that LeBron and his teammates had. I want to will Cody to wake up.
~~~~~End of Excerpt~~~~~
“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” Takeshi said. “I thought you might be thirsty.”
With a half-smile and a deep throated “thank you,” 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.
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.
Sparrow Sanchez is the younger sister of Sly Sanchez, the MMA fighter who is the lead in the novel The Takedown. Sparrow gets her own love story in the ebook TSAI
More promos for Maddox, the lead male from the biker romance RUSH: Ride or Die
Can a video vixen find happiness with a farm hand?
I’ll be back to link this promo with the excerpt, but Reinventing Lisa is part of a series of books that are short and sweet.
The Emissary, Ride or Die, SENSEI and The Takedown are part of this grouping.
Of course I’ve got much longer works like The Queen of Comedy and IVY LEAGUE ready for release, but until then, I’ll have a variety of books featuring diverse couples coming out.
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.
Weak and disoriented as he finally slid into her, all Imani could manage was a feeble caress along his arm. It wasn’t fair. She was so crazy about him.
Sensing her despair, his movements slowed. “What’s wrong?”
How could she put it into words what she didn’t understand? “Why are you doing this . . . like this-”
The bed stopped creaking. She felt his eyes on her, trying to read her expression. “Don’t you want me to love you?”
He probably didn’t realize how loaded that question was. “I do. I want you to love – to make love to me.”
After getting the go-ahead, instead of measured thrusts, Hui acted on pure unbridled lust. Now he was simply fucking her, rough and without any inhibition. This was brutal, take no prisoner’s sex. The kind that played on the Discovery Channel, where the male lion mounted the female and just went at it, until his roar of pleasure echoed from miles around. The female? Well, unlike Imani, she didn’t have much choice. When things slowed down to hard grind, the air escaping and gathering in Imani’s lungs blasted hot as a furnace.
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