Me Mondays: WIP-Daughters of the Sky

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Currently I am editing The Right Choice. It is book II of the Happily Ever After: By Any Means Necessary series. This series is basically about the lives of established couples and how they deal with issues in their relationship.
Today I give you a sneak peek at my African goddess story I call Daughters of the Cosmos. It is about how Takasa, the sun goddess and Lunaria, the moon goddess, find love. 


Takasa, goddess of the sun, left her mountain home consumed with bitterness caused by her long endured loneliness. The elders in her tribe fed her a potion to put her to sleep for a thousand years to wait for the one who would be able to save them from her wrath. Will the goddess have met her match at that time, or will the descendant of a neighboring sun god be conquered by her fury as well?
As Rubani, the God of War, leads the people of Buganda in an assault, he receives valuable advice from the goddess of the moon that leads to his victory. Rubani becomes enchanted by her beauty and intellect. Is there a way to convince the goddess to be his, even though they only spoke once to each other?

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: 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.”

Wicked Wednesday- VL Locey: Tape to Tape, Venom #3

Tape to Tape, Venom # 3
V.L. Locey
M/F Erotic Hockey Romance

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Blurb:
Venom defensive coach Dot "The Shadow" West has made a nice life for herself. She's found a new position on an up-and-coming women's professional hockey team, her daughter is thriving, she gets along well with her fellow coaches and her players admire and respect her. She's proud to have accomplished so much by herself. Everything is running smoothly in her life with no help from anyone, thank you very much.

Sadly, there's one annoying glitch in Dot's new life, and it's in the form of good-looking Theo Grier, former Wildcat goalie and co-host of a controversial sports talk radio show based in Philadelphia, home of the Venom. When Dot loses her cool and calls in to spar with Theo on the air her structured and solitary existence takes a sudden unexpected turn. Before she can hip check the smug fool out of her life she somehow ends up working with him on a new talk radio sports program.

Can she defend her heart against the unwanted feelings Theo is stirring up? Or will she continue to guard herself, and her past decisions, against the offensive moves being made by the ex-goalie? The only man to ignite her passions - and ire - in years?



Excerpt:

"Security lets you down here?" I asked.
"I'm an old 'Cat. They love me down here," he informed me. I walked past him and began to pull on a mitten. "I thought maybe we could grab a cup of coffee and discuss the show next Monday." That made me pause for a scant moment but just for a moment. I kept walking and dressing. Theo caught up to me with ease. His legs were as long as a thoroughbred's. "Did you hear me?"
"Yes, I heard you. I then chose to ignore you." I wrapped a red and black scarf around my neck, nodded at Eddie the security guard stationed by the staff/players entrance, and then stepped out into a freezing cold Philadelphia night.
"You plan on treating me this coldly forever?" Theo asked as I slid past him. If he thought holding the door open for me would chill me out, he was sorely mistaken.
"Probably," I said with my eyes locked on my blue Honda Pilot. "My grandmother always said that the best way to deal with a wart was to freeze it."
"Ouch," Theo chuckled while keeping up with my pace easily. Each breath out clouded in front of my face. "I hope I'm just a finger wart and not an anal wart."
"Oh, you're an anal wart. One of the biggest ones that I have ever had the misfortune to encounter," I parried as my Honda got closer and closer. Theo jumped ahead of me to bar my path. I gave him a lethal glare. He smiled and held out his hand. I eyed it warily as if it were an asp ready to strike.
"Coach West, I think we need to start over," Theo said as his hand hung in the cold air. I raised my eyes from his big hand to his face. Then I gave him a strong "Please spare me" look. The man didn't have the sense to stop trying to be sexy. A gust right off an iceberg howled around the Houseman, lifting Theo's white scarf high into the air behind him. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Coach West. I'm Theo Grier, ex-goalie and world's largest walking anal wart."
I snorted and glanced up at the LED parking lot light wobbling overhead.
"Could that have been a smile I saw on 'The Shadow's' face?" Theo asked. I rolled my eyes then shook my head.
"It was a tiny sneeze."
"Right, a sneeze," he said with just a hint of skepticism. "Maybe you should shake my hand so you can get out of this nasty cold weather. A hot cup of coffee at the Black Boar Bar & Grill might be just what you need to help thaw out, Coach West."
"For your information, Mr. Grier, I do not need to thaw out. I'm quite comfortable, toasty warm, hot even," I replied keeping my arms crossed over my chest.
"Yes, that you are," Theo said in a vibrating voice that had dropped just a smidgeon. There was something about his voice, the way he held himself, and that damned large hand of his still waiting for mine that made me feel a trifle too warm inside my coat.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Grier." I pushed around him.
"How about honesty then," he said and then planted his massive self in front of me once again.
"You're persistent, I'll give you that," I sighed.
"When I see something I want, I go after it."
"And you want me?" I asked.
"Yeah, I want you to shake my hand and join me for coffee," he countered smoothly. I studied his face then with a huff extended my hand, all toasty warm in my mitten, to him. His fingers curled around mine, making my hand glow like a red coal in a fire pit. We shook slowly, one could have said sensuously, but handshakes with mittens blocking the skin-to-skin can't be sensual, can they?


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and two Jersey steers.
When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

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Gone Writing Publishing Backlist Books and Upcoming Releases
Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Final Shifts (Book Six of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Clean Sweep (Book One of the Venom Series)
Twirly Girl (Book Two of the Venom Series)
Tape to Tape (Book Three of the Venom Series)

Coming Nov. 16…Roster Addition (a To Love a Wildcat hockey romance novella)

Torquere Press Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss anthology)
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 2: It Came From Birmingham
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 3: He's a Lumberjack and He`s Undead
Love of the Hunter
Goaltender`s Penalty
All I Want for Christmas - A Toms & Tabbies Tale
Early to Rise - A Toms & Tabbies Tale
Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology)
Night of the Jackal
An Erie Halloween
An Erie Operetta
Back to the Garden (Also part of the Mythologically Torqued Anthology)

Ellora`s Cave Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Bound, Boarded and Bagged
Two Man Advantage
Game Misconduct
Full Strength
Shutdown Pair

Independent Releases
Coming October 5, 2016…On Broadway (part of the Changing on the Fly M/M hockey romance charity novella)
Coming Dec. 20, 2016…Holly & Hockey Boots (a gay erotic holiday hockey romance)

Wicked Wednesday- Dana Littlejohn: Tri-Romance, M/F, romance

Hello everyone! 
Thanks for coming by and checking out Wicked Wednesdays! On Wednesday you will see a wicked snippet from my books and guest authors books also. This spot is open to all genres! So authors contact me for a spot to show off your sneak peeks. Today I will be showing a quick look at Opal, Debbie and their friend Roy from my M/F romance novel Tri-Romance. 

Excerpt  

Opal led the way to her room stopping at the first on top of the stairs. The mat in front of her door was black with green writing— LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES AT THE DOOR. Already accustomed to her room rules, Debbie and Roy were disrobing before they reached the top of the stairs. The carpet, walls and ceiling were all black. Track lighting with four black lights held the only light in the room. On the ceiling, over a king-sized, four post bed, was a large mirror that, on closer inspection, turned out to be several smaller mirrors. Pale, sheer green material was wrapped corner to corner around the top of the bed and hung loosely down each post, giving off a faint glow on the black satin coverlet.

One at a time they discarded their clothes and shoes and entered the room. 

Opal and Debbie slid across the bed then turned to Roy. 

“So, what are we drinking?” Opal asked.

Roy stood before them. A soft purple hue tinged his pale skin. His youthful status showed in his physique. The slender features—narrow chest, long thin legs—were the tell-tale signs of a young man who had not yet reached manhood. He snatched the bag away from the bottle he carried. 

“Tequila!”

“Tequila, huh?”

“Yup. We’re going to do body shots tonight.” 

“Do we need to go get some shot glasses?” Debbie asked.

Roy smiled and walked to the bed. “No, my little Latin lover.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I said body shots. That means your body will be my glass. Lay back and I’ll demonstrate.”

Roy poured the drink onto her belly button when she complied. Opal moved closer. As the liquid filled the space Roy sucked wildly on her belly before it overflowed to the bed. Debbie burst into giggles.

“That, my lovely, is a body shot. Much more fun without the glasses, don’t you think?” 

“Hell yeah.” 

“Want one, Opal?”

“Hell yeah!” Opal answered mimicking her friend. She flopped back on the bed playfully.

Roy poured a shot on her and licked it off while Debbie drank from the bottle. He took turns drinking off them and they took turns drinking from the bottle.

“Hey, when do we get lick shots off of you?” Debbie asked, with a slight slur giving Roy a push.

“When do you want to?”

“Well, it’s my turn, so do me first, then I’ll do you.” 

“All right,” he chuckled, looking at the two of them. “Opal, would you care to help me?”

“Sure, what the hell.” 

Roy poured the alcohol onto Debbie’s stomach. Opal dropped her face onto Debbie’s belly and drank noisily then blew on her stomach like she would a toddler. Debbie lay back in full laughter. Opal touched her mouth then turned a frown to Roy.

“How’d you do that without cutting your lip on that damn charm?”

Roy burst into laughs. “I have prior experience with belly rings.”

“Okay, Roy, your turn,” Debbie said pushing against his chest.

Opal took the bottle as Roy lay back on the bed. Debbie positioned herself with her face over his stomach. Opal laid on her other side near his groin. Debbie took the bottle and poured the drink across his abdomen. 

“Whoops,” she exclaimed on a laugh.

Opal beat the bed and pressed her face on Roy’s thigh in an attempt to muffle her laughter.

Roy rose onto his elbows. “Brother. You guys are drunk.” 

“No, it was merely a slip of the hand,” Debbie said. “No big deal. Chica can wash her sheets in the morning. Now lay back down.”

Roy did as instructed. Debbie pushed the drink into Roy’s hand then leaned over to lick at the liquid she spilled. Opal scrambled over his legs and joined her. Together they covered his chest and stomach with licks sucking the liquid from his belly button.

“You guys should invite me over, like, every week or something,” he said when they were done. “This could be our Thursday night thing,” he added rising on his elbows again.

Opal crawled to the top of the bed beside him to lie on a pillow. Debbie rested on his leg. 

“But next time I won’t bring Tequila. It looks like it might be a bit much for you guys,” he said with a chuckle.

“Uh-uh, Roy, you can’t invite yourself over here. You know the rules. We call you, and you come,” Opal reminded him.

“Chica is right, Roy. I’ve got a nice buzz going over here and your chatter is messing it up,” Debbie told him.

“All right fine. That’s enough drinking then. I want some pussy before you guys pass out on me. So, who’s it going to be?”

Opal threw her hand up. “I’ll do it.”

“Just remember, Roy, you’re our threesome guy. Just sex, no strings, remember,” Debbie said going to the other side of the bed as Roy positioned himself over Opal. 

“Yeah, yeah, I got it, just sex.” He dropped a kiss on Debbie’s head then to Opal’s lips. “But tonight it’s gonna be great sex,” he muttered as he eased himself into her. 

Twin sisters, Opal and Pearl Jefferson, and their best friend Debra Flores were living blissfully by their no strings attached rule, enjoying the many comforts of a good life. All was well in their world until Frank, Jake, Doug and Rakim entered into it. When one of the girls abandons their well practiced rule and falls in love, does her decision throw a monkey wrench into the lives of everyone else around her? Or does it open up the possibility for love to capture them all?

Tri-Romance is available now directly from my website in all eBook formats (kindle, nook, kobo...) and in print. Www.danalittlejohn.net  

Come back next week to see what our guest blogger will have for us next!