Wicked Wednesday: Motor City Book Experience author, Terrie Branch

My name/ pen name is Terrie L Branch.
I'm a  participant in the Motor City Book Experience August 20th in Detroit Michigan.  Im  a Shaunta Kenerly Presents Publications Author.  

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Excerpt:

Choose Your Poison  ( Confessions of a Stripper)
KRYSTLE─── Yeah, that’s me. Hmmph … They wonder where I got that name… Shit, I just simply like the damn name. So I rolled with it. My government name is Chrissy Burton. I couldn’t do this shit with my real name.   A broke college student that needed money to get through. So I did what I had to do. See, all the guys in school used to ask me was I a stripper before I was technically one. That was because I possessed this sexy ass body that you could see even if I had on a MUMU. I could honestly say I got it from my mama. This lady still had a nice shape as an older lady. I guess it was in our genes! My eyes were a hazel brown. That's another thing that I had inherited from my mom. The shape of my eyes was strictly from my dad's side of the family. Everyone on his side of the family had slanted eyes.  My hair hung below my shoulders, even though I still rocked a few pieces of Malaysian extensions in it for added volume from time to time. When bitches met me for the first time they would always ask if it was all mine. ─Technically the shit was all mine. I paid for it! So when I did take the weave out muthafuckas were usually shocked to see how much hair I had. I guess for an African American girl I was supposed to have short hair. You know the stereotype that if you weren’t Caucasian or Hispanic you couldn’t have hair. I don’t know who the fuck thought of that dumb shit! But any who! Soon after meeting my best friend Shanna Howard, a stripper name Xtreme, she introduced me to this world. Now she was a bad bitch. She was beautiful with a slamming ass body. This bitch seemed to have her shit on lock; She knew how to get her money up ─ for sure! Having strict parents was one of the hardest things I could ever have to deal with. When it came to being a college student. No matter how much I begged, my dad’s answer would always be no when it came to money for leisure things. I remember calling and asking him for money so I could get a Coach bag that all the girls were rocking at the time and his answer was no. I even asked him for money for a new laptop and his answer was, “Is the refurbished one that your mom and I bought you working? Because if it is, I’m not spending money on another just so you can show off to your little friends. That’s wasting money girl! Do you realize that money don’t grow on trees and there is so much more we can do with the money you want to waste to keep up with the Joneses?” He was stingy as hell and I hated it! He was so damn thrifty and the thought of it ticked me off! Shanna on the other hand, had the best of everything. Now I wasn’t at all jealous, but the shit was annoying. I loved my dad but I hated his ways sometimes! Shanna and a couple other friends of mine, would go to the malls and come back with all kinds of shoes and clothes. These bitches were fly as hell.  Me, I had to recycle what I had from the year prior and that shit wasn’t cool. I had bare minimum when it came to extra cash, clothes and anything else. I would usually lie when it came to going out with my friends, telling them I had to study for exams or that I had homework to complete. I knew that it was a white lie, but it was hella embarrassing to say that I didn’t have any money. Even though some of my friends had jobs, there were some of us that were funded by our parents. Although mine wasn’t giving me shit, but the necessities. Later, I learned that everything that looked innocent wasn’t. My point… a lot of those bitches weren’t as innocent as they looked. Most of them had sugar daddies and the so called jobs that they were working was in the same damn field that my ass is in right now, SHAKING THEIR ASSES for this quick cash. And me, I had no clue at the time. I was “Miss Follow All The Rules and Be A Good Girl!” I was so naïve that I really thought that they had legit jobs and shit! Little did I know! Hmph!!! Now years later, here I was… a college dropout shaking my ass for some grimy ass niggas for money. The same kind of money these bitches were getting back then. I started thinking, why the hell should I go to school for years only to get out of school and sit around for another few years searching for a damn job. I had friends that had graduated with a master’s degree and applied for jobs that they were turned down for. The reason usually was that they were too qualified. These damn places were smart. They knew if they hired someone with little or no education in the field, that they could train them, pay them less and they would be good with it. They also knew if they hired someone who held a degree that they would have to pay them their worth. So you would be doomed if you did and doomed if you didn’t. So I began to not really give a fuck about school. Why go? For what? When it was easy to get my money now. See- I let all the damn money go to my head after receiving large sums of cash. I forgot all about my real goals. All that shit went downhill once this money started to hit my hands. Fast money… So here I was… Standing behind these streamers waiting for the DJ to play my intro song. I was watching Xtreme swing her hair as she slid down the pole. That girl knew how to work that pole. Rubbing the pole in between her breast while the ballers sat at the far end of the stage with fists full of cash. It wasn’t strange for them to be here on what used to be a slow night. The club owner Rick arranged this night to get the club packed on these kind of days.  The crowd usually came in on ‘Turn Up Tuesdays,’ because they got shots for a dollar and for that they stuck around. Tuesdays had been pretty slow in the past, but it was turning around for the club and we weren’t complaining. Shit, we had to still make that money. Now Extreme knew she was pretty so she used it to the extreme… Just like her damn name. Hell, I hated waiting for someone to finish. Hell… I hated being here period, dancing for these old dirty and sweaty men. Only- here I stood anyway. A girl had to get her money up some kind of way.

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Motor City Book Experience take over with Dana Littlejohn

Hello everyone!

Welcome to day 3 of the Motor City Book Experience Take over! 

Today I will show you a look into my, Dana Littlejohn's, 3 book married couple series, Happily Ever After… By Any Means Necessary. The married couples in this series deal with and push pass the worse case scenarios in their married lives.

Available in Print and eBook 

Seven Year Switch

Sonja Winters enjoyed the good life with a great job and being married to Kyle, the man of her dreams. As she prepared to celebrate their seven year anniversary she came across a secret her husband had kept from her. Would it alter the course of their marriage forever? Yes! Would it end their marriage? Or open a brand new chapter?

Excerpt:

“Oh my God, girl. You look like hell,” Charlene said when Sonja opened the door.

Sonja rolled her eyes and walked to the living room, leaving the door open. She plopped down on the couch, sniffed loudly and heaved a big sigh. Charlene followed and sat in the chair opposite the sofa, crossing her legs.

“Tell me what happened, Sonja. When I spoke to you yesterday, you were all geeked up about your weekend. You were going to stop and get some food to make his special dinner and everything.”

Sonja dropped her head back and stared at the ceiling. “I don’t even know where to start. It’s all so unreal.”

“What could have happened in that short amount of time that’s so bad?”

Sonja shifted into the corner. “Kyle is having an affair,” she said pushing the disheveled hair from her face.

Charlene’s crossed leg dropped to the floor. Her shoe made a dull thud against the waxed wood. She leaned forward waving her arms back and forth.

“No! No way! I refuse to believe that.” She pointed an accusing finger at her friend. “That man loves you like no man I have ever seen. He would only see you in a room full of Janet Jacksons, Marylyn Monroes and Beyonces. Uh-uh, somebody lied to you.”

Sonja’s eyes filled again as she nodded. “I know, I thought so, too,” she sniffed. “But he said so. He told me himself that he was seeing another woman.”

Charlene sat back and shook her head stubbornly. “Uh-uh, you must have misunderstood him.”

“No, Charlene, I didn’t. I found a collar in his gym bag and confronted him with it.”

Her friend’s brows furrowed. “A collar? What does a collar—”

“He says he wears it when he’s with her. She teaches him how to be a good husband,” she explained doing quotation marks in the air.

Charlene’s bewilderment continued. She leaned forward over her knees. “Huh?”

Sonja shrugged. “I don’t know, but that’s what he said.”

Charlene rubbed her temple and stood. “Okay, now I’m really confused. I’m going to make some coffee to clear my head and you look like you need some.”

The heaviness in Sonja’s chest compressed even more, creating a knot at the base of her throat as she watched her friend walk into the kitchen.

“Sonja, have you been in here today?” Charlene called out.

“No.”

“Who made the coffee?”

“Kyle usually sets the machine on automatic so I have coffee before I leave for work in the morning.”

“You put him out and he makes sure to start the coffee maker before he leaves?” her friend called out to her.

Sonja shrugged at the surprised tone in her friend’s question.

“That doesn’t sound like a man caught cheating to me,” Charlene added.

Sonja twisted her lips as she looked up and accepted the cup from her friend. Charlene returned to her seat and held up an envelope.

“This was on the counter for you.”

Sonja saw her name the envelope she held out and sputtered. “So.”

Charlene didn’t bother to mask her annoyed grunt. “Don’t you think you should read this to see what the man has to say?” Charlene asked, brandishing the letter. “This could all be some kind of crazy misunderstanding, like I said.”

Sonja sipped loudly. “You read it. I don’t care what he has to say.”

Charlene rolled her eyes. “Now you’re just being stubborn.” She tore open the envelope and glanced over it. “Umm, I think you should read this,” she said after a short while and offered her the letter again.

Charlene’s tone changed from concerned and chastising to extremely serious. Though reluctance riddled through her, now Sonja almost feared not taking the pages. She put her cup on the coffee table and cautiously extended her hand as if the papers would burn her. She lowered her eyes to read the words and her breath caught half way down the page. As she read on, her heart raced. She gnawed on her bottom lip, eyes widening and jaw dropping as she shuffled to the next page. Suddenly her hands clenched, crumpling the edge of the letter.

Sonja pressed her lips together into a thin line. Every so often she tore her attention away to see if Charlene was watching her. Respectfully, her friend sat quietly staring into space drinking her coffee, seemingly oblivious to Sonja’s changing state of mind. Sonja took a deep breath and turned her attention back to the letter. It was informative and answered many of the questions that plagued her through the night as she cried herself to sleep. Kyle ended it with “I love you” and a phone number that wasn’t his. Silently she let the pages sail to the table before her and raised her cup to her mouth again.

“Well?” Charlene asked.

“Well what?” she answered her voice echoing inside the cup.

Charlene scoffed. “Don’t ‘well what’ me, Sonja. What are you going to do?”

“About what?”

Charlene groaned and threw her hands up in frustration. “Oh my God. You can be so stubborn. Talking to you is like pulling teeth sometimes. I swear!”

“Don’t be mad at me, Charlene. I need you right now,” she said sadly, returning the mug to the table.

“Look, I didn’t read the whole thing, okay? I stopped when he started going into how he wants to serve you, but didn’t think you would let him so he went to her to feed his need, or something like that.” She held her hand up. “When I got there, I thought it was getting a little too deep for someone other than his wife to be reading. I saw the collar. It’s still in the kitchen. I really don’t know what to say about that thing.” She shook her head before taking a sip of her drink. “Whatever works for you and all that, but now that you have read how he feels what are you going to do about it?”

Sonja crossed her arms around her chest. “Nothing.”

Charlene leaned forward staring at her. “Nothing?”

Sonja nodded to confirm.

Her friend fell back against the sofa cushion. “So that’s it? It’s over between you and Kyle?”

Charlene’s words hit her like a slap in the face. Sonja blinked away the instant tears and averted her eyes. Charlene pressed on.

“You’re just going to let some other woman feed your man’s needs when clearly it should be you since you’re his wife?”

Sonja’s pulse raced and her breathing sped up.

Charlene scooted to the edge of the couch and pointed at her. “You’re an intelligent, educated and sexy black woman capable of doing whatever it takes to make her man happy, mentally and physically. Are you seriously going to let another female come along and take your man from you?”

Sonja pressed her lips together in defiance and turned away. Charlene leaned to the right, almost falling over to catch her eye.

“So you’re saying you’re okay with that?”

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Motor City Book Experience take over with Dana Littlejohn

Hello everyone!

Welcome to day 3 of the Motor City Experience Take over! 

Today I will show you a look into my 3 book married couple series, Happily Ever After… By Any Means Necessary. The married couples in this series deal with and push pass the worse case scenarios in their married lives.

Available in Print and eBook 

Seven Year Switch

Sonja Winters enjoyed the good life with a great job and being married to Kyle, the man of her dreams. As she prepared to celebrate their seven year anniversary she came across a secret her husband had kept from her. Would it alter the course of their marriage forever? Yes! Would it end their marriage? Or open a brand new chapter?

Excerpt:

“Oh my God, girl. You look like hell,” Charlene said when Sonja opened the door.

Sonja rolled her eyes and walked to the living room, leaving the door open. She plopped down on the couch, sniffed loudly and heaved a big sigh. Charlene followed and sat in the chair opposite the sofa, crossing her legs.

“Tell me what happened, Sonja. When I spoke to you yesterday, you were all geeked up about your weekend. You were going to stop and get some food to make his special dinner and everything.”

Sonja dropped her head back and stared at the ceiling. “I don’t even know where to start. It’s all so unreal.”

“What could have happened in that short amount of time that’s so bad?”

Sonja shifted into the corner. “Kyle is having an affair,” she said pushing the disheveled hair from her face.

Charlene’s crossed leg dropped to the floor. Her shoe made a dull thud against the waxed wood. She leaned forward waving her arms back and forth.

“No! No way! I refuse to believe that.” She pointed an accusing finger at her friend. “That man loves you like no man I have ever seen. He would only see you in a room full of Janet Jacksons, Marylyn Monroes and Beyonces. Uh-uh, somebody lied to you.”

Sonja’s eyes filled again as she nodded. “I know, I thought so, too,” she sniffed. “But he said so. He told me himself that he was seeing another woman.”

Charlene sat back and shook her head stubbornly. “Uh-uh, you must have misunderstood him.”

“No, Charlene, I didn’t. I found a collar in his gym bag and confronted him with it.”

Her friend’s brows furrowed. “A collar? What does a collar—”

“He says he wears it when he’s with her. She teaches him how to be a good husband,” she explained doing quotation marks in the air.

Charlene’s bewilderment continued. She leaned forward over her knees. “Huh?”

Sonja shrugged. “I don’t know, but that’s what he said.”

Charlene rubbed her temple and stood. “Okay, now I’m really confused. I’m going to make some coffee to clear my head and you look like you need some.”

The heaviness in Sonja’s chest compressed even more, creating a knot at the base of her throat as she watched her friend walk into the kitchen.

“Sonja, have you been in here today?” Charlene called out.

“No.”

“Who made the coffee?”

“Kyle usually sets the machine on automatic so I have coffee before I leave for work in the morning.”

“You put him out and he makes sure to start the coffee maker before he leaves?” her friend called out to her.

Sonja shrugged at the surprised tone in her friend’s question.

“That doesn’t sound like a man caught cheating to me,” Charlene added.

Sonja twisted her lips as she looked up and accepted the cup from her friend. Charlene returned to her seat and held up an envelope.

“This was on the counter for you.”

Sonja saw her name the envelope she held out and sputtered. “So.”

Charlene didn’t bother to mask her annoyed grunt. “Don’t you think you should read this to see what the man has to say?” Charlene asked, brandishing the letter. “This could all be some kind of crazy misunderstanding, like I said.”

Sonja sipped loudly. “You read it. I don’t care what he has to say.”

Charlene rolled her eyes. “Now you’re just being stubborn.” She tore open the envelope and glanced over it. “Umm, I think you should read this,” she said after a short while and offered her the letter again.

Charlene’s tone changed from concerned and chastising to extremely serious. Though reluctance riddled through her, now Sonja almost feared not taking the pages. She put her cup on the coffee table and cautiously extended her hand as if the papers would burn her. She lowered her eyes to read the words and her breath caught half way down the page. As she read on, her heart raced. She gnawed on her bottom lip, eyes widening and jaw dropping as she shuffled to the next page. Suddenly her hands clenched, crumpling the edge of the letter.

Sonja pressed her lips together into a thin line. Every so often she tore her attention away to see if Charlene was watching her. Respectfully, her friend sat quietly staring into space drinking her coffee, seemingly oblivious to Sonja’s changing state of mind. Sonja took a deep breath and turned her attention back to the letter. It was informative and answered many of the questions that plagued her through the night as she cried herself to sleep. Kyle ended it with “I love you” and a phone number that wasn’t his. Silently she let the pages sail to the table before her and raised her cup to her mouth again.

“Well?” Charlene asked.

“Well what?” she answered her voice echoing inside the cup.

Charlene scoffed. “Don’t ‘well what’ me, Sonja. What are you going to do?”

“About what?”

Charlene groaned and threw her hands up in frustration. “Oh my God. You can be so stubborn. Talking to you is like pulling teeth sometimes. I swear!”

“Don’t be mad at me, Charlene. I need you right now,” she said sadly, returning the mug to the table.

“Look, I didn’t read the whole thing, okay? I stopped when he started going into how he wants to serve you, but didn’t think you would let him so he went to her to feed his need, or something like that.” She held her hand up. “When I got there, I thought it was getting a little too deep for someone other than his wife to be reading. I saw the collar. It’s still in the kitchen. I really don’t know what to say about that thing.” She shook her head before taking a sip of her drink. “Whatever works for you and all that, but now that you have read how he feels what are you going to do about it?”

Sonja crossed her arms around her chest. “Nothing.”

Charlene leaned forward staring at her. “Nothing?”

Sonja nodded to confirm.

Her friend fell back against the sofa cushion. “So that’s it? It’s over between you and Kyle?”

Charlene’s words hit her like a slap in the face. Sonja blinked away the instant tears and averted her eyes. Charlene pressed on.

“You’re just going to let some other woman feed your man’s needs when clearly it should be you since you’re his wife?”

Sonja’s pulse raced and her breathing sped up.

Charlene scooted to the edge of the couch and pointed at her. “You’re an intelligent, educated and sexy black woman capable of doing whatever it takes to make her man happy, mentally and physically. Are you seriously going to let another female come along and take your man from you?”

Sonja pressed her lips together in defiance and turned away. Charlene leaned to the right, almost falling over to catch her eye.

“So you’re saying you’re okay with that?”

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Motor City Book Experience take over: NiKay Rountree

My name/ pen name is NiKay Rountree.
I'm a  participant in the Motor City Book Experience August 20th in Detroit Michigan.  

I'm a Shaunta Kenerly Presents Publications  Author. I saw your post in the group and wanted to get a jump on things and send you my excerpt and contact information. Its an women's fiction/romance novel. Thanks so much. Let me know if you need anything else.

Excerpt from The Cheaters Wife

Stephanie: Blind Eyes

I sat in the office waiting area as I anticipated the calling of my name. I couldn’t believe I was here.  I would never have thought that I would be faced with a decision like this.  However, I would die before I had another one of his kids.  I had been with my husband, Marcus, for fifteen years.  We had three kids.  Two boys and a girl. My daughter, Casey, was my little sweetheart, but she was also a daddy’s girl.  That really made me sick, but I understood.  My son’s, Malik and Maurice, were definitely momma’s boys.  I loved my children dearly, but the hell if I was going to bear another one of Marcus’ offspring.  He didn’t deserve it.  He didn’t deserve the ones he had.  Hell, he didn’t deserve me.
“Mrs. Perez-Jenkins,” the nurse called.  “Mrs. Jenkins,” she repeated as she looked around the waiting room.
I wanted to pretend like she wasn’t calling my name and walk out, but I couldn’t.  I had to go through with this.  A baby would only be a burden right now.  I wouldn’t want to bring a child in the world under these circumstances. So, I reluctantly stood up and walked towards the nurse.
“Follow me Mrs. Perez-Jenkins,” she said as she led the way.
“I am very nervous.  I have never done anything like this before,” I told her trying to somehow make myself feel better about the decision I was making.
She looked at me with the most sincere and caring face and replied, “Don’t worry Mrs. Perez-Jenkins.  We will take great care of you.”
We walked into the patient room where they were going to prep me for the procedure.  Again, I wanted to walk away.  It wasn’t too late—yet.  But, after my private detective, Tracy, came back with the news that Marcus was still seeing Kalinia, his old flame from college, I knew this was the right thing for me to do.  Marcus and his lies.  His damn broken promises.  He promised me that I would always be his one and only.  Lie!  He promised me that he would never hurt me. Lie! He promised me that he was not like the men that my best friend, Makiah, seemed to always get involved with.  Another Lie!  He looked me dead in my eyes, with a straight face and said that he would never let another woman come between what we had. Lie, lie, and more lies!
“That lying motherfucker,” I yelled.  Everyone turned around in amazement.
“Are you okay,” the anesthesiologist said.  “I really need you to calm down.  I am about to give you a cocktail mix of Propofol, Midazolam, and Fentanyl.  You will begin to feel a warm sensation all over your body.  It is okay.  Do you feel it yet,” he asked.
I slurred, “Yessss.  I do.  It feels good.”
“Count backwards from 10,” said the anesthesiologist.
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6…,” I said as I began to succumb to the medicine.
I woke up hours later thinking, “Lord, please forgive me for what I have done.”