Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Embracing Womanhood by Letitia P. Blount
And Now I See by Empress LaBlaque
Heads, I Win... Tails, You Lose by Empress LaBlaque
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Embracing Womanhood-When Dainty Lee Montgomery woke up one morning and realized the aging process had claimed her body, she didn’t take it very well. But with the love of her husband and the help of family and friends, she slowly begins to accept the aging process one day at a time and discovered a new lease on life.
In my lifetime, as far as I can remember, I have never given a thought to getting older and the changes that come with it. I knew it would happen eventually, but I wasn’t concerned about it. Let me tell you for those of you who don’t know; the aging process is slow like a snail until you take notice of it. Then one day I took notice of it and damn near lost my mind. Let’s just say I didn’t take the aging process well. You can call me what you want to--vain, conceited, a narcissist—that’s fine with me, but if you are anything like me and your outer appearance means a lot to you, I know you understand my dilemma. I’ll be standing by the wayside with a box of tissues and open arms for anyone like myself.
Every morning I went through the same routine. I get in and out the shower, grab the petroleum jelly and my favorite moisturizer and mix them, and rub the combination all over my body. But this morning I pulled my pink shower cap off my head, shook my hair out, and turned around to face the mirror and gasped: “Who the hell are you? Who let you in here?” The image of the woman in the mirror didn’t answer; she stared right back at me, revealing the puzzled expression on my face. I aged and it seemed overnight. I didn’t remember looking like this yesterday morning or the day before; maybe I didn’t take a good look at my body or just wasn’t paying attention.
I gave myself the once over and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I decided to pretend the woman I was staring at wasn’t me and I analyzed her from head to toe. I could tell the woman had been beautiful at one time in her life. While she was still very pretty, her age showed in her face. The crow’s feet around her eyes looked like two Chinese fans framing them. Parentheses embraced her mouth, lips thinning.
I turned to the side and checked the image from that angle.
Her breasts had dropped; one pointed straight ahead and the other, if it were an eye, would be cockeyed. Her stomach was full and round and started the balloon effect right beneath her breast. She looked as if she was four or five months pregnant. Her thighs dimpled with quarter- sized dents invading her butt cheeks.
“You are so vain,” rasped Robert, my husband.
“Rob, you scared the hell out of me,” I said smacking his arm, grabbing my raggedy yellow housecoat off the toilet, and slipping it on trying to hide my newfound body. I was a little peeved because I had no idea of how long he had stood there watching me. This was a private moment between me and the body.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Shonell Bacon is an author, editor, educator, everywoman. She’s authored both creative and academic works, she’s edited for clients who have gone on to some form of success in their literary endeavors, and she’s an English specialist and mass communication instructor at the local university in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Shonell has her hands in even more things than this, and you can find MOST of them online through her MySpace page and her personal page. She’s also an addict of Twitter, so please sign up and “follower” her at Twitter.
Connections is a romantic comedy that’s perfect for today’s world where love is often found in Cyberspace.
Monday through Friday, for one hour a day, newspaper reporter Christianna Dayne’s life is wonderful. Despite her hectic life, she always manages to spend her lunch hour at Cyber Town where she can catch up with her best friend Samantha, grab a bite to eat, and most importantly, hook up with her cyber boo online. Christianna is definitely feeling LitGuy66, but she’s too afraid to meet him because she doesn’t want reality to come crashing down around her. What Christianna doesn’t know is she’s not in control; fate is, and when fate puts a flesh and blood man before her – a man who just happens to not only be her possible Mr. Wonderful but also her ultimate scoop – Christianna must decide whether to flee or stick around and pursue the endless possibilities.
Connections - as well as Got Til It’s Gone and Under the Mistletoe - are all available at Lady Leo Publishing.
I smiled at my girl, taking her hands in mine and giving them a squeeze. I glanced at the contrast of our hands—hers being alabaster and mine the color of cinnamon. I chuckled, thinking of how people often looked at our color; raised brows at our loud, usually not politically correct discussions; and refused to see that we were sisters beyond our hues. Since we hooked up and lucked out as roommates our first year of college, Sam and I had been joined at the hip. Not even full-time jobs or the daily grind of life could keep us from staying connected.
“Thanks, Sis,” I said. “I know you’re just worried about my so-called love life. Not all of us can be graced to have a love like you and Jake.”
“True, but you know Jake and I have our problems…”
I gave Sam a serious look, before asking, “So how are things, between you, Jake, Jax, and Jamaica?”
“It’s going,” Sam said, sighing. “Jake and I can do nothing but continue loving each other and watching out for Jax. Jax is so young. I don’t want to hurt her with her mother’s crazy issues. If Jamaica is going to act up, then we’ll just have to deal with it then. She’s been okay since we talked to her, but you never know.”
I nodded. Our conversation was halted as a guy approached the counter. Wow, I thought, he’s cute. I knew Sam was thinking the same thing because she offered me a smirk before helping him.
“What can I do for you?” she asked.
“Uh, yeah,” he said, looking rushed, “can I get a cup of coffee and a turkey Swiss croissant?”
“Ditto on that order, Sam, but make my coffee a caramel latte, please.” She nodded and turned away. I drummed my fingertips along the counter, catching glimpses of the guy out of the corner of my eye.
“Hi,” he said, catching me glancing. I turned toward him, a blush rising in my cheeks.
“Hi,” I replied, embarrassed. Now looking directly at him, I was like Elvis, all shook up.
He was gorgeous, in that artsy kind of way, and his Hispanic heritage just added to his machismo factor. He had the most beautiful pair of brown eyes—after my own—and a nice full mouth. He ran his hand over his slightly spiky brown hair and offered the other to me.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Allyson Deese aka "Caramel Vixen" is an author and a poet as well as a student majoring in medical office administration. She resides in North Carolina. Although only in her twenties, she has been writing poetry for most of her life and has now began penning her poetry into the pages of her fictional stories of multiple genres. "Discovering the Joy Within" is the author's first work of fiction to be published. You can find "Discovering the Joy Within" featured in Elissa Gabrielle's upcoming anthology "The Triumph Of My Soul" www.thetriumphofmysoul.com available Christmas 2007. Please read more on Allyson by visiting her on MySpace; you can also read more on her alter ego Caramel Vixen at MySpace, too.
Allysia Donaldson is a woman who has always known what she wanted professionally. She pursued her dream of owning her own clothing line. Allysia is now the CEO of Ample Delights, a company that caters to the thick madames of the world. At the young age of thirty, Allysia has accomplished a lot but yet she feels a void. As much as she has pursured professionally, she has run away from in her personal life. Davis is a single, hard working father. He lost his wife to cancer. Even though women are constantly throwing themselves at him, Davis doesn't date. The one woman he wants won't give him the time of day. If Allysia would only open her heart to him, Davis would fill that void in her life. She may see him as only a delivery guy but if she would only take the time to get to know him she would realize there's so much more to Davis Jackson. LaDonna Jenkins moved from Georgia to New York City in hopes of becoming more than she could be in Willacoochee, Georgia. She wanted more than the simple farm life. LaDonna wanted to see the world outside of Georgia. She has a hard time fitting in up in the Big Apple but she's thankful to have found a good job as secretary for the very beautiful, Allysia Donaldson. And LaDonna is also a strong believer in fate. Though Allysia is rich and powerful, LaDonna knows that she is also lonely. She's going to marry Allysia off to that fine Davis if its the last thing she does. And in the meantime, LaDonna has her eye on an eligible bachelor as well. Office Affairs is a funny, erotic tale about love and the discovery of self worth!
Office Affairs is available at Lady Leo Publishing.
I spent a full day at the office with no thoughts of work on my mind. I flipped through the catalogues absent-mindedly. Nothing caught my eye. The only thing on my mind was sex. I needed to get laid in the worst way. LaDonna's advice about Davis was making more sense but I still wasn't sure I was ready for dinner with him. I thought about having coffee with him but to my surprise he hadn't asked me out in weeks. Some times when you snooze, you lose. With LaDonna and Ronald hitting it off so well, she had a better chance of getting laid than I had.
I drove home with my top back, letting the wind massage my tense body. If only I had a man to sit next to in my ride. I could really go for a Splackavellie right about now! I want to be naked in the passenger seat while my man drives me to a secluded area. I want my thick, ample thighs to feel the wind as he hits again and again, and again. That would be all good!
Squeal! I had to come to a screeching halt to avoid hitting the car in front of me. 'Get it together, Allysia.' I tell myself. If I keep thinking about sex, I'll be on the six o'clock news. It's a damn shame that a grown ass woman ain't getting it on the regular!
At home I park my Mercedes coupe in the garage and enter my big, empty house. I smell my dinner for the evening but there's no one to share it with. No man. No children. Even the workers are gone for today. I would invite LaDonna over but even she has a date. She and Ronald are really hitting it off. Even though he likes her as she is, I still owe that chic a makeover. I'm sick of the sailor dresses in every unimaginable color.
I headed up the winding staircase. If only Davis was up in my room waiting for me. The things I could do to that man. If only he would let me get my freak on without any strings attached. I'm not trying to hurt him or get my heart broken while being a puppet in a show called Love.
After a long, cold shower I plopped down on my king size bed. With nothing else to do, I reached for the remote. Wouldn't you know the first channel that popped up was an HBO channel? There was a couple going at it! I turned the channel quickly. Damn cable TV wasn't much better! I turned to the animal channel. I hoped that just maybe the crocodiles wouldn't be mating. Wrong! I turned to the animal channel only to see a species of animals I didn't even know, fucking the hell out of each other. Everybody was getting some except me. Frustrated as hell I turned off the TV and sent the remote sailing across the room.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Nathasha Brooks-Harris is the author of several published books. Her debut novel, Panache, earned her the prestigious Emma Award, and she was named Best New Author in 2002. Her second novel, an anthology called Can I Get An Amen Again, was published last year by Kimani Books (now Harlequin). It is the follow-up to Can I Get An Amen--which earned a place on four bestseller lists before it even hit the shelves! A third book in the Amen series is in negotiation. Her second full-length novel, Sins of The Past, is scheduled for publication in March 2009. She is the former editor of three national women’s confession/romance magazines: True Confessions, Black Romance, and Bronze Thrills magazines. She was a Contributing Editor to Today’s Black Woman magazine. She is a member of Romance Writers of America National, the local New York City RWA chapter, Author’s Guild, and the New York City chapter of the National Association of Black Journalists. In addition, she teaches writing at the Frederick Douglas Creative Arts Center, and travels across the country teaching writing seminars and workshops. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com. Brooks-Harris may be found on MySpace and her website.
Sabrina Jackson, a housekeeper and single mom works for the uppity Mrs. Boardraye, the wife of the city’s most successful canning company owner. Barely scraping by on the paltry salary Sabrina’s paid, she lives in the projects raising her young daughter, Kayla. One day, the finest tall and handsome man Sabrina ever seen catches her eye when he comes to the Boardraye home to present his new spring line. Where Sabrina sees poor, Quentin sees incredibly sexy, sassy, and vibrant. Despite her reservations about their different backgrounds and Mrs. Boardraye's forbidding her to fraternize with Quentin, the starry-eyed couple begins to date. Will their love win out over their station in life? Will they give in to what’s in their heart and love each other despite all of their differences?
Opposites Attract …So Good, So Right is available at Lady Leo Publishing.
“Wow, what an incredible story. Now, I see why my being a housekeeper doesn't bother you."
It was getting late and neither of us wanted to go, but we needed to get some rest for work the next day, so Quentin took me home and came around to open the car door. Putting his arm around me, he walked me to my apartment. I had such a lovely time that I don't want you to go. We're from two different worlds, but I sure wish we could try, I thought.
Within minutes, Quentin claimed my lips, crushing me to him. I felt my knees weaken as his lips descended upon mine. His tongue traced the fullness of my lips, then explored the inner recesses of my mouth. His lips demanded answers that I wasn't sure I could give. But I did because Quentin's lips demanded a response. I returned his kiss with the same intensity of heat that joins metal. Spirals of ecstasy rippled through my body setting it aflame. Quentin Maxwell had rendered me senseless.
"Would you…like to…come in for…a cup of coffee?" I asked, unable to speak a sensible sentence.
"I had a wonderful tine with you, tonight, Sabrina, and I would welcome the chance to spend more time with you," he said, planting sweet kisses on my neck.
"Yes, I'd love a cup of coffee, thanks."
We drank the java and was working on the second cup, but we never finished it. Quentin drew my lips to his in a renewed embrace, kissing me with a hunger that belied his outward calm. I was shocked at my wanton response to the touch of his lips. At that juncture, no words needed to be said and none were. . .
Saturday, September 20, 2008
KARMA-Byata Simpson is self-centered, an all about the bling. She is on the prowl for a man to take care of every material need. Her latest boy-toy, Sean, isn’t making it happen, and is rudely dismissed. But Byata; will learn the hard way that it isn’t all about her, when her self-destructive behavior and wicked motives back fire on her.
I have that thing; whatever the ingredients is for the IT Factor I have it. Exotic beauty, luxurious locks, a sexy svelte body, 6 feet in heels and a catwalk swagger men notice from a distance. It’s all about me so please keep on stepping if it’s not. I have no time for haters. So here’s my story straight up no chaser.
Unintentionally I struck a pose waiting outside of a mom and pops café. A place I considered raggedy and beneath my standards. I was all about the bling, fancy cars, designer clothes, the lifestyle of the rich and famous but on a smaller scale, AND looking for a man to take care of me. No scrubs allowed! The only reason I came here is because one of my boy toys: Sean, told me he had a gift for me. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have given this place a second look; never mind being seen by someone I knew standing in front of it.
My patience started to shot circuit. I kept glancing at my watch. I cut and rolled my eyes at the people passing by me because they were gawking and I was not in the mood for the attention. I was irritated. Byata waits for no one, so he would hear my mouth as soon as he showed up.
“Hey baby,” said Sean sneaking up behind me.
I swung around,” You’re late!”
“Calm down it’s what two minutes,” Said Sean leaning in for a kiss.
I rudely palmed his face and pushed his head back, “My time is valuable Sean, and you said twelve o’clock.”
“Will you chill out? Don’t put your hands in my face.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I said mean grilling him, “I wait for no one.”
“Byata could you please stop creating a scene let’s just go inside,” Pleaded Sean, “People are staring at us.”
“I don’t give a damn about these people. They stare at me all the time.”
“All right, can we just go inside?” he asked holding open the door for me.
“I never told you I was going inside. I told you I would meet you here to get my gift,” I said through clenched teeth. I waited while Sean stared at me. I guess he was lost for words. I could tell I was getting on his nerves but I didn’t care.
Sean sighed, “Byata they really have great food here.”
“I can’t believe you would bring me to a place like this,” I said standing in the doorway blocking customers who kept saying excuse me only to have me peer down on them giving them the evil eye.
Sean continued to apologize for my rudeness as he moved around letting the people inside the café.
I ignored their name calling because to me they were just small-minded people. If they were angry, it’s because they couldn’t get in this raggedy ass place. Most women hated me anyways and if I didn’t talk to a guy he hated on me too. I’ve grown accustomed to their insults and all that other yang, yang.
“Could you come in? If you don’t want anything on the menu we can go somewhere else,” Sean suggested.
“This is the last time you can ever invite me to some little roach diner. I like high class restaurants and I’m not going to tell you again.” I told him still ignoring the remarks from the onlookers who kept telling Sean to kick me to the curb. I followed him to a table at the back. I grabbed some napkins from the napkin holder and wiped off the seat, “This is a five hundred dollar dress,” I said sitting down.
Friday, September 19, 2008
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Friday, September 12, 2008
Rae Winters is a native New Yorker and her love of romance books started at the age of ten. Many days she was locked up in the bathroom reading a book, instead of doing her chores. Rae Winters, pseudonym for D. F. Mitchell has published book reviews, short stories, and sensual poems for Dorchester Media. Her work has appeared in True Confessions, Jive, Black Confession, Black Romance, and Bronze Thrill magazines.
She studied the craft of writing at the Frederick Douglas Creative Arts Center. She also studied Fiction and Mystery writing through an on-line distance learning program. She continues to study her craft at every available opportunity. She’s currently working on several short stories including her first romance novel, and she can be reached at DFMitchell138@aol.com.
The first in Winters' Girlfriend’s Series, Unfinished Business is the story of Sydney Harris who is ten days from walking down the aisle when her fiancé, Lance Edwards, develops cold feet. He skips town taking a transfer to the Washington, D.C. office. She's devastated, but sometimes trouble is a blessing in disguise.
Two years ago, Sydney dropped handsome Phoenix Sanders, a construction worker. She believed she'd been wasting her time with him, and he wasn't serious about marriage. But when she proposes a marriage of convenience she will find out just how wrong she'd been.
Unfinished Business as well as Undeniable are available at Lady Leo Publishing.
Nix came to the door, towel draped against his sculptured body, moisture from his recent shower dripping down his chest. He looked good enough to eat. My fantasy from yesterday’s business meeting came back in real time, as I stood there mesmerized by his body.
“Sydney, what are you doing here?”
“I need to talk to you, Nix.”
“Make this quick, I’ve got an early call tomorrow morning,” he said, opening the door wide enough for me to pass through.
My nose honed in on his after-shower-scent and I found myself wishing to join him in the shower as we had done many times before: showering, making love, and then showering again.
“This is a beautiful house, Nix. You just moved in?” I asked. We were surrounded by unopened boxes.
“Yeah, I moved in on Saturday.”
“May I see the house, Nix?”
He didn’t answer me, but he did shake his head which I took as a “yes.” I went exploring. The basement level was unfinished, and the main floor had a spacious kitchen, formal dining room, and a huge living room. Eagerly, I climbed the stairs to the second level, and found three bedrooms. Two of them were big enough for a nursery and a combination library-study.
I walked into his master bedroom—which was the largest of the three bedrooms. It was elegantly furnished, and the walls had crown molding.
“Is this your work? I like what you’re doing to it, celery green wall paint, and my favorite is the French doors. Where does that door lead to?”
“Sydney, did you come here to talk, or to see my new home?”
I could hear the annoyance in Nix’s voice.
“I’m sorry. You know my passion for decorating a room. I think if you put the sleigh bed against the right wall, and not the left, it will give you even more space.”
“I’m a foreman now, and I have to be in Staten Island at five A. M., so say whatever you have to say, now!”
Nix was now standing in front of me; his sherry-chocolate eyes smothered me, and stopped me in my track. I slowly backed away from him, feeling sexually threatened. He smelled so good, his chest glistened, and I wanted—no needed to touch him. I fought my inward desires, because I was wet with need, and I needed to talk to him…
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Empress’ writing career started as the results of domestic violence. In order to escape the harsh reality of abuse she would read, True Confessions, Bronze
Thrills, Jive and the entire line of Romance Stories produced by Sterling McFadden. As she read, she realized her life was similar to the heroines in the
stories. One day, she decided to write her own romance stories. She wrote about men who were tender, affectionate and romantic. Soon she owned several
stories of her own. Empress has published on many levels. She is very proud of her accomplishments as a speaker for Prevention of Family and Domestic
Porter Stewart teaches Greek Mythology at the university. Jorey Jeffers is the busy owner of a successful café. When Porter visits Jorey’s café she
doesn’t acknowledge his existence. Porter longs for her affections. His feelings are so intense he has realistic dreams about her. During these dreams,
Porter leaves his body and steals Jorey’s soul. Suddenly, Jorey is plagued with vivid nightmares of passionate encounters. Meanwhile, Porter continues to
call and his calls go unanswered. Jorey insists he has the wrong number.
Sorry, Wrong Number - as well as What Color is Love and My Brother’s Keeper - are all available at Lady Leo Publishing.
The phone continued to ring and there was no doubt--I was totally pissed. As I tossed debris I gritted my teeth and searched for the source of the dreadful ringing phone. Couldn’t he at least give me one night off? This idiot had called for a solid week, and this time, Jorey was not going to be so polite. Finally, I located the phone beneath the bed. I snatched up the phone and plopped down on the comforter. Without giving the guy a chance to speak I spoke first. “Look, Mister. You have called me every damn night this week. You are disturbing my rest! I told you--you had the wrong number.”
From the phone, a calm male’s voice said, “Believe me, I am sorry, but I simply must talk with you. Your name is Jorey, right? Jorey Jeffers.”
I gnashed my teeth. “Yes! My name is Jorey, Jeffers. I don’t know who you are and at this hour, I don’t care to know!”
“Ah, what a shame. I’m sorry to hear that.” The voice remained calm. “You do own the little café down on Compton and Third, right?”
Seething, I held the phone to my ear, stood up and impatiently paced beside the bed. “Of course I do.” As if poking the man in the chest, I pointed my finger and stabbed at the air. “I know your kind. You came in, saw me on the menu and now you’re stalking me, right?”
Although, I was angry enough to chew nails, I did notice that the voice seemed refined and well bred. His foreign accent was amazingly sexy. “Well, not really,” he haggled. “However, you can relax. I’m not a stalker. . . ”
I was not going to be swayed by a sensual male voice. After all, I was supposed to be pissed, right? “Look. I’m a very busy woman.” As if the guy was standing in my bedroom, I pulled my robe together. “I don’t even know you and you’ve gotten off to a bad start, got that.”
The voice chuckled. “I’m sorry. I guess my methods for meeting you were a bit childish.” He paused briefly. “May I start all over and introduce myself properly?”
My hair was sopping wet; droplets of water ran down the side of my face and moistened the phone. I blotted my ear with the damp towel. “Mister. You could try, but I’m a little annoyed with you right about now.”
“I didn’t mean to make you angry,” he admitted sorrowfully.
I threw my hand into the air. “Well, you did.” Water started to stream down my neck and chest. “I was just about to lather my hair when you interrupted my personal ritual.”
The voice was crisp, rich and refreshing. “I’m sorry, Jorey. God forbid I interfere with the maintenance of that gorgeous red hair. Would you at least talk with me over the phone? That’s pretty safe, don’t you think?”
“That depends.” I walked toward the window, pulled the curtains apart and peered out the blinds. For all I knew this guy could be on a cell phone directly beneath my window. “I don’t know what you could possibly want. This is not 1 800-PhoneSex.” I tried to calm my nerves and rationalize with the man. “Look, this is none of your business, but I’m coming out of a really nasty relationship. I’m trying to mend—I need my space. You do understand, right?”
After I didn’t see a car parked near the curb, I closed the curtains and sat down on the side of the bed.
The voice took on an enduring tone. “You’re coming out of a dreadful relationship? I can’t say I’m sorry to hear that. I’m too selfish.”
Although the voice was deep, sensual, and intelligent, I stood my ground. “Oh. So you have no regard for my feelings.”
The voice paused then sighed. “You’re kinda hard to please. I meant that as a compliment.”
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was getting late and I needed to shut this conversation down. “Look. I’m not in the mood for idle conversation. Plus, weirdoes call me all the time.”
The mellow voice became seductive. Almost in a whisper he uttered, “I can’t say I blame them.”
I shrugged hesitantly; his voice was pleasant—very pleasant. But, I wasn’t going to let a passionate voice influence my coveted PMS attitude. “Wel1 anyway, good night--whatever your name is?”
Being surprised, the voice droned, “Please excuse my behavior, Jorey. My name is Porter—Porter Stewart.”
Although, I was still slightly annoyed, the sensual vibrations of the voice melted over me. “If you were a gentleman you would have introduced yourself at first. Good night, Porter Stewart.”
Unfinished Business-Rae Winters
Consequences of a Temptress-Letitia P. Blount
Congrats to Rae Winters! Keep doing your thing and wishing you many sales.
Friday, August 15, 2008
5 MUST Read Books:
Them by Nathan McCall
Orange Mint and Honey by Carleen Brice
Seen It All and Done The Rest by Pearl Cleage
Conception by Kalisha BuckhanonMessalina -
5 Books on the Nightstand:
Pig Candy: Taking My Father South, Taking my Father Home by Lise Funderburg
From Harvey River by Lorna Goodison
Stand the Storm by Breena Clarke
Trading Dreams at Midnight by Dianne McKinney Whetstone
Daughter of Iraq-Jean Sasson
5 Look For These Soon:
House at Sugar Beach by Helen Cooper
The Hemingses of Monticello: An American Family by Annette Gordon-
ReedIn Love With a Younger Man by Cheryl Robinson
Red Light, Green Light by Margaret Johnson-Hodge
Lipstick Diaries-Anthony Whyte
Friday, August 8, 2008
I've been quite busy lately and have been working on new projects that I will be sharing with you soon. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed the creating process. So keep an eye out for the updates. So I'll leave you with a poem from my book Conditions of the Heart-A collection of self-love poetry. And leave comments so we can interact. Have a great and blessed day!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Here is my new e-book titled: Consequences of a Temptress published by Lady Leo Publishing.
Consequences of a Temptress is a fictional confession short story all about what Zoë wants Zoë gets. All Zoë's life she's been told how beautiful and banging her body is and she used it to her advantage. She loves the challenge of a man playing hard to get. It encourages her to pursue him aggressively. After she conquers her victim she loses interest until she meets Ahmad, she finds her biggest challenge that involves emotions, religion and life altering situations.
You can purchase your copy now at http://www.ladyleopublishing.org/
Ahmad Woods, my ex-husband and father of my son is one of the sweetest men I’ve ever met in my life. He’s a brotha I feel every woman wants to have in her life. He’s strong, intelligent, loving, caring and a true friend. He’s family-oriented and listens when a woman has something to say.
Sometimes he would go so deep in conversation that I used to get caught up in his thoughts and views of the world. I wished I could just have an ounce of his wisdom, and share it willingly as he does. I know you must be thinking if he’s so good why is he my ex? Well what happened was…
It was a hot summer day in August and the temperature was rising by the seconds. I dotted beads of sweat with tissue and the residue stuck to my face. I had to squeeze through the crowds of wanna be gangstas who should have had their butts in school instead of making comments about my backside and legs. I ignored their remarks and continued on my way when I walked up on Ahmad. He was passing out religious pamphlets in front of a department store in the middle of downtown Boston.
Usually I wouldn’t take any handouts from anyone trying to give me anything on the street. All I wanted was some food on my lunch hour, but this brotha was FINE, dark chocolate, with hazel eyes and a smile that instantly melted me. I mean, this brotha made my mouth water its own sugar.
Of course I had no interest in what he had to say. To be honest I had no idea what he said. In seconds, inside my mind, I had foreseen him as my man, dating, sexing him up and down, and walking down the aisle, and yes, next came the baby carriage. I wanted to get to know him better and nothing would stand in my way. So I set out to conquer this beautiful black man.
When you get the time stop by and check out my website http://www.letitapblount.com/ where you can read my short stories and poetry.
For those of you who love poetry.
Conditions of the Heart is a collection of self-love poetry that inspires the reader to love, embrace, nurture, and focus on themselves as they do others. Poetry is life, and Blount reveals the role of the heart in a unique way. She delivers a powerful message that allows you to stop and listen to your heart by living well and removing the negative from your life, having faith to reshape your life and live it according to your design. Conditions of the Heart is like receiving a valentine three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
Published by PublishAmerica
You can buy your copy now at http://www.amazon.com/
Friday, July 25, 2008
Welcome to my blog. I am new at this and this is my very first blog. So bare with me as I become more comfortable in my surroundings. This is the place where I will blog about my short stories, poetry, e-books, novels, novellas, and as I get the hang of this the better it gets. So until next time.