Books, books, and more books! Writing for me is therapeutic and it’s a great stress reliever. But I also write because I have a passion for it. Although I may not be a known author, it does not stop me from writing and sharing what I write with people who enjoy my work. I’m always writing and I challenge myself to become a better writer with each new book I dive into. With that being said, here is a snippet from a novel that I hope to have completed by Spring 2017. Love Me Dangerously….
The room was dark as matter with only the moonlight peering in between the grooves of the wooden ceiling causing an illumination from the florescent glow of the moon. A floating mixture of dust streamlined through the streaks of light floating abundantly in the rooms’ atmosphere. The strong scent of bleach and musk caused my sunken stomach to turn violently. Lying partially on my side underneath my petite frame, I could feel the touch of the cold, hard, dirt floor grinding against my damp frigid skin. The left side of my face rested slightly in the grimy dirt. The taste of blood thrust the surface of my tongue. My back flirted with unnerving agonizing pain near the c three vertebrae, making it damn near impossible to move my neck. The pain so extreme, I felt broken from head to toe.
I was supposed to have this novella completed by now, but distractions distractions! I’m now shooting for May! Here’s a short snippet.
You see, you had to get me drunk in order for me to sleep with you. You were so willing to whip out your little sausage; I thought you were going to yank it out in the coffee shop. I actually felt sorry for you. You looked like you needed me, so I obliged.”
Channing sniggered under his breath, “That was real cute Ales. Me looking like I needed you. Now that’s a hilarious joke. Oh, and my little sausage as you put it, had you climbing the walls.
Hello all! I will be posting just a couple more snippets from my novella SexRender. I hope you all have been enjoying them as much as I’ve been delighted to post them:)…This sizzling little number will be available In March!
Rex wondrous brown eyes followed my sway as I frolicked to my seat. I placed my left leg delicately over my right, crossing them comfortably as I reached for my laptop. Rex manicured hands twisted the cap off the water bottle. “Nice hands.” I complimented.
Rex glanced down at his hands as if they’re not his own. “Oh, thanks.” Rex Blushed.
A man with hands that’s as nice as a female is too gentle in bed.
The songs slowed even more. We grew closer. Too close. I couldn’t deny this now. I had to own up to the moment. His eyes slowly shuffled to mine. We lost ourselves in each others stance. His alluring grey eyes summonsed me. Our lips inched closer as the gaze grew more intense. All movement ceased, except for our lips. They touched, never leaving each other. The kiss intensified. Drunken saliva swirled around as our tongues tangoed.
Your touch, it’s so, so divine. The callus on your hands add that extra roughness which coincide with your masculinity. The power of your tongue causes me to surrender to your demands without you speaking a word. Please don’t nibble there, oh God, I’m losing control. My legs won’t hold steady, I can’t stop them from shaking. My clammy hands wonder to the small of your back as you surface for air. My shaky legs are now being controlled by your bulging triceps, as they cascade towards my bare chest, theirs no escaping now. Oh yes, please enter my realm. My galaxy is accepting of your world. Please enter.
My mind decided to take yet another trip down memory lane. I began thinking about Ron. I remember the days of us riding with the convertible top down in his Chrysler Sebring after school, listening to the oldies station and singing every song that air-waved through the speakers. If it was a song where there was a duet of a man and woman, I would sing the woman’s part and he the man’s part.
The many days of me self-sacrificing the things I wanted just to please him, were over and done. It’s all about me and only me at this point. I did all I could to keep things together. But I couldn’t continue to play the fool. Ron use to tell me he loved me like a fat kid who loved cake. I never doubted that he loved me; he just wasn’t in love with me. If he was, he wouldn’t have cheated. He allowed a certified diamond to leave his grasp, for some used costume jewelry.
Isis is a newly divorced forty three year old and she’s partying harder than a collage student on spring break. She begins dating, and becomes serious with a high profiled lawyer name Richard. Richard wants to build a future with her, but she’s side tracked by a younger guy name Jaborry, who will mean her no good. Will she make the mistake and find herself in a hell hole with Jaboorry, or will she find sanction in the arms of Richard? Foolish At Forty is a must read!
Just as my long, wild, tangled hair was about to hit my plush pillow, my cell phone began to ring. I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it, I’m about to lose control and I think I like it…rung out over and over. That was my divorce theme song. Felt like I done lost more than control. I had lost my damn mind from drinking too much.