NEW RELEASE - Silver Bells and Straps by Nevea Lane

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Yes, I did it. My first light BDSM tale.   I fear I haven't been completely honest with you all.  I like kink. I'm not sure if that was a confession or just a 'just so you know' announcement.   Shara Azod LLC knows a little something about kink.  I'm pleased to throw my name into their marvelous Whipped Dreams line.    For those of you who know the imprints works, you know that Whipped Dreams center around BDSM or D/s story lines.  

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How to Write Short Stories:Writing Lessons & Tips, George Weir

How to Write Short Stories:Writing Lessons & Tips, George Weir.

Joyful jitters

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Well the day approaches that I'll actually have to stand up in front of others and speak. Author Kimmie Thomas's (www.kimmiethomas.com) Wine Tasting Event is right around the corner. She recently released her second book "Nursing Dr. Miller" Available now !
I've avoided public speaking in lieu of listening. I've often wondered if others take it as arrogance or social ineptness on my part?

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Joyful jitters

This is really hilarious and a shameless plug on behalf by a friend.

Joyful jitters.

Judging a Book By Its Cover Part 3 cont. It's Your Turn!

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I did a shout out for 20 other author/writers to share their book covers with us and to tell us how they decided on their covers. I still need about 7 more, so if you'd like a mini promo of your cover email me :-)

Okay remember we are not judging the books by their covers! In this post I want you to look at what the author/writer goes through and the steps they take to create their covers to make them uniquely theirs.

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Love on Fire-part 6

Titus completed his last set and returned to the table with a pensive facial expression. I studied his handsome face, worried that I had managed to screw up my chance at a one night stand. Small talk ensued until the next group of musicians took the stage and began to play. The jazz band played soft sounds to soothe my wanton heart.

“Would you like to dance,” Titus asked.

“Sure,” I replied. I relished the chance to be held in his arms.

Once on the floor, I found myself lost in the moment. The spicy smell of Titus’s cologne tickled my nose and warmed me in my nether region. The confidence and strength in his embrace made me yearn for him. Why was I so attracted to this man. I tried to remember if I had ever felt like this before but nothing and no one came to mind. I closed my eyes and gave in to the feeling.

When the music stopped we returned to our booth and slid in. The mood had changed between us.  He no longer wore a pensive smile. I was determined to let things flow no matter what. I hoped the night would end with Titus in my bed.

“Connie, what are you looking for in a man?” Titus asked.

A husband with a good job, I thought to myself, but said, “A strong man I can respect. Someone who shares my interest and wants a monogamist relationship. Know anyone like that?”

“I think I do. So why is a beautiful lady like yourself still single? Your not asking for a whole lot.”

“Probably the same reason your single. I’m looking for that special someone.”

Titus nodded his head in agreement.

I looked out across the dance floor and found the harsh glare of the waitress from earlier staring back at me. She started for our table, cutting across the dance floor, bumping into dancing  couples as she went.

“Can I talk to you a minute?” she told Titus.

“I don’t have a minute and your being rude. I am with someone and we have nothing to talk about,” Titus replied calmly.

“Excuse me, I need to use the powder room,” I interjected. I pulled my hand away when Titus reached for it. I knew he didn’t want me to leave, but he needed to deal with this situation by himself. My presence would only complicate things.

Not knowing the way to the bathroom, I headed toward the back of the club, hoping I would stumble upon it and I did. At the sink I re-applied my lipstick and fiddled with my hair. The events of the night were weighing heavy upon me.

My desire to be intimate with Titus clouded my need to find a man to spend the rest of my life with. Even though the chemistry between us was breathtaking, I was reluctant to start a relationship with him because it was obvious that we were not on equal footing financially. To make matters worse, he had unfinished business with this waitress. There’s one thing I can’t stand and its drama.

I took a deep breath and headed out of the bathroom.

I was ready to go home.

Love on Fire- part 5

I didn’t have time to think about how bleak Titus’s financial status appeared. The sound of his saxophone filled my ears and stole my heart. I was mesmerized by Titus and his musical prowess. The sound of his saxophone was breath taking. I watched as his fingers glided up and down his instrument as he played his solo and wished it was me in his arms instead. If his skill with his horn were any example of his skills in bed I was going to be in heaven tonight.  I felt my panties getting wet just thinking about what he was going to do to my body with those strong hands of his. Visions of his body covered in sweat filled my mind making me horny as hell.

When his first set was over, he came back over to the table and sat down. Smiling that sexy smile of his, he said, “How did you like it?”

“I had no idea you were a musician. Why didn’t you tell me?” I told him.

“That was the point. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, that you did.”

“I only have one more set to do and then I’m done.” Titus said as he reached out and stroked my hand. The sexual tension was palpable.

A waitress placed a glass of water with a lemon floating in it on the table. She cleared her throat and popped her hip to one side and rested her hand on her raised hip. She stared straight at Titus giving off attitude.

N#*gga Please

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The alarm rang waking me from a deep sleep. I reached over to nightstand and grabbed my IPhone to shut it up. As I rose up from the bed the pillow slid with me. Drool from my lips had dried causing the pillow to cling to my face.

I gently gathered the comforter from the bed and headed to the bathroom with it.

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Ladies this one is for all of us. We have to stand or ground, draw a line in the sand, and decide our worth.

New Story-Love on Fire (part 4)

Hello Readers,

Sorry about the delay, but I had some health issue to take care of. I have finally come up with a title for this story and it has help to move the story along for me. I’m also working on the book cover as well. Enough chatter. Enjoy the ride.

The sight of his beat up pickup truck caught me off guard. I mentally reminded myself that this man was fine and it didn’t matter what kind of car he drove. Maybe my mother was right, I am pick when it came to men.

He opened the door for me and help me step up on the running board to get into the cab of his truck. I caught Titus stealing a look at my legs as I slid in. In the car he held my hand, running his thumb across my skin sending a chill up my spine. We rode in silence with only the radio as background noise. My Funny Valentine by Chaka Khan played softly. Occasionally, he would look over and smile at me devilishly.

Even though we had an obvious sexual attraction between us, we were worlds apart economically. I’m sure he made descent money as a painter, but I believed my father when he told me a man wants to be the bread winner in his household. My salary topped seventy thousand dollars per year and no matter how many houses or buildings he painted, I would always make more money than him. I had to wonder how long it would take for him to feel intimidated by me as so many others had in the past. At least I recognized it early in the game and I could control the outcome. By the time we arrived at our destination, I had made up my mind that I was going to get laid tonight.

Hello?

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Hello?

Hello...caller is you there?

Fall was coming fast in the city. The kaleidoscope of vivid mixes or green, brown, orange and yellow leaves all over my front yard was proof. It wouldn't be long before I'd have to be bundled up like an Eskimo just to grab the mail. I'm a winter baby, but other than germs being frozen in time, I've never had much appreciation for snow.

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Now this shit is hot as hell!! Check it out!!!