What to do when an old love doesn’t want to let go, and the new love isn’t sure she should hold on

Kae and The RagePeace. I’m getting close on this one, y’all. It will be out this month. This blog snippet picks up where last weeks left off. Billy’s inspecting Kae’s injuries and making the opening move in his bid for her hand – getting rid of an old entanglement. Let me know what you think.

She pushed down the sheet, and he whistled.

“Bloody fans,” he muttered, ghosting fingers over the dark, ugly bruise that covered nearly the entire side of her left thigh. “And here!” He touched the bruises on her left shoulder and arm.

“Cute, huh?” She joked. “You should see under my shirt.” Continue reading “What to do when an old love doesn’t want to let go, and the new love isn’t sure she should hold on”

One book releases, the next one goes into production – in a completely different genre. #writinglife

How to Love a Pink Demon erotic paranormal interracial romance novelSo How to Love a Pink Demon is out! I’ve already started editing my next release. It will be completely different, a new adult romance, still interracial, but there will be no paranormal activity. Just a good old-fashioned romance, this one set in the music world. I’ve always loved the virgin romance tropes – I mean who wants whorish lead characters? Although sometimes that can be fun… – but hopefully I’ve managed to add a little humor to this oldie but goodie.

My heroine Kae has known our hero Billy for years. They are members of the hottest, biggest girl and boy groups in the world. Their love story will detail a specific point in her life – she’s injured while embarking on her first solo project – and it will be part of a series.

Here’s an unedited snippet for you. Let me know what you think! Continue reading “One book releases, the next one goes into production – in a completely different genre. #writinglife”

Snippet: I want you to be mine. #amwriting #erotic #romance

If a man suddenly said, I want you to be mine, you’d probably laugh. That or roll your eyes. Sophie did all of those things. But my poor heroine is tired, broke, and in the throes of a physical and mental attraction deeper and stronger than anything she’s ever felt before. Let’s just say, her current state has led her to be easily persuaded, and Lado? Well, with his wine red hair and ready laugh, he’s found a formula our dear Sophie is finding it quite hard to resist…

I can’t get involved in any more crazy shit, she thought, trying harder to get away. But he held tight to her hips, and when he gently shook her and bit the side of her neck she stopped pushing, letting her hands rest against his broad chest. Her hands looked small against him.

“Once you’re calm, with all business taken care of and your creative juices flowing again, your grumpiness will fade. I’ll see that all of your other urges come back in force,” he whispered, that seductive voice back to induce more shivers at her ear. “And all the affection I’ll have lavished on you will make you fall into my arms like a ripe plum. You’ll like being mine, Sophie. It will be easy, trust me.” Continue reading “Snippet: I want you to be mine. #amwriting #erotic #romance”

Snippet: Damn. He ate my breakfast. What’s next, my heart?

So, I’ve been writing, even though I haven’t been posting. Bad writer, I know, but I’m back, and my next tale of Lado and Sophie is the kind I love to read. A real Cinderella meets her prince type tale – if Cinderella was a writer’s blocked, formerly well to do children’s author’s who’s fallen on hard times, and every other horrible thing. And Prince Charming had red hair, a ready laugh, and a decidedly dominant bent. In this unedited snippet, you get a hint of Sophie’s down on her luck pluck, Lado’s perennial sunny face, and the sparks they strike off each other at every opportunity. Enjoy – SS

Well, that was that. Another story filed, another check en route, another check already spent before it even arrived.

Sophie sighed and rose to stretch her neck and back. She’d been bent over her laptop for over an hour without moving. She felt like one big kink, and not in a good way. Times gone by her mother would have intervened at least twice, offering tea or some random ass comment. Sophie would pretend to be angry at the interruption, but she’d drink or eat whatever was offered, and stop working long enough to shoot the shit before her muse distracted her back to work.

But her dear mother was gone. Dead nearly 10 months now. She supposed in a few more she might stop looking up to talk to her. She’d stop forgetting that she would never talk to her again.

She should look at her budget. But why? You can only move a little bit here and there for so long before you have to admit you’re wasting your time. She should open the mail. But again, what was the point? She knew those bitchy white envelopes with their slim plastic windows held bills. Bills she could not afford to pay. Continue reading “Snippet: Damn. He ate my breakfast. What’s next, my heart?”

Damn, this shit’s depressing, but it’s real life so I hope you take a look

Somehow I missed this new Usher song when it was released late last month. Please take a look. It’s horrible, but awareness is the first step toward acceptance and then action. I’ve been going back and forth about what my next book should be. Tommy’s story is rattling around in my brain, as is Steele’s…I’ve … Continue reading Damn, this shit’s depressing, but it’s real life so I hope you take a look

.@Adele, fabulous; The importance of a good old, ordinary brown. #romance #music #interracial

So, Adele released “Hello,” her first single in three years, and it’s stunning. She’s back. That voice we know and love is just as fabulous as it always was, and her tale of love and loss is as relatable as ever. I had no idea her love interest in the video was a black man … Continue reading .@Adele, fabulous; The importance of a good old, ordinary brown. #romance #music #interracial

This is my jam! Uptown funk you up, uptown funk you up… @BrunoMars @MarkRonson

I love this joint! Everything about it is fabulous. It’s old school, happy, not cheap or tawdry and mean like so much of what passes for music these days… Good grief. I sound like I have grey hair and pink foam curlers. Maybe a ratty green robe for good measure. *looks down. Sees color of … Continue reading This is my jam! Uptown funk you up, uptown funk you up… @BrunoMars @MarkRonson