Kenya Wright's Blog
September 19, 2016
Flaming Tongues (Santeria Habiat 4) and Revenge (Power’s Sequel)).
Shout out to all of the amazing reviews on Power and When the Smoke Clears!
Here’s a little Visual Short by me called,
“America Mad & Naked” by Stefan Kartenberg
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July 15, 2016
*Please note there are 2 giveaways – one for readers and one for writers
2 winners will each receive a signed paperback of Power + a bottle of one of the wine’s listed below (US only + 21 and over)
Heist, Cabernet Sauvignon, Santa Ynez Valley, California – 2013
Inky, opaque garnet-to-brick hues in the glass. Ripe, juicy and loveable on the nose and palate with notes of black currant, cassis and blackberry over wet forest floor. Threads of violet and chocolate throughout. Nice balance, medium finish, ready to drink now.
Mary Jane’s Wine:
Calamity Sue, Riesling, Arroyo Seco, California – 2014
Hues of pale yellow straw in the glass. Perfumy white flowers on the nose and ripe pear. Nice balance between acidity, fruit extraction and sweetness. Complex and interesting with a mineral nuance.
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1 Winner will receive the following:
Free book cover design by Jackie Sheats
Free Line-editing of manuscript by Christine Rice
Free ebook formatting of finished and edited manuscript by Jackie Sheats
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If I could, I would’ve written it all down. The taste of her sex. The softness of her flesh. The richness of her moans. The squeaking of the bed.
She had that good pussy. The sort a man wanted to lock down and trap to him. Never let out, unless the chick was strapped to him. That good pussy. I’d heard legends of women with gold between their thighs, but thought it was bullshit. Now, I was a believer. She had that good pussy. Gushing and dripping. Her sex wet for me. It was a perfect opening to pleasure. Folds like satin, a liquid symphony. Good pussy. Warm flesh hugging my cock. Drawing me inside of her. Luring. Singing to never stop.
“Oh, Noah,” Mary Jane moaned. “It feels so good.”
That’s a goddamn understatement.
July 10, 2016
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June 30, 2016
Job: Gang Consultant
Excerpt from novel Power:
Aristotle read so much, one could never discount the shit that he said.
He devoured books. Ate those shits up like somebody was paying him. In his house, he sat there every day and read large volumes on history, ancient spiritual texts, tons of world philosophies, and studies on any science one could imagine. There were more books in his house, then anything else. At one point, he threw out his furniture and used his books for that purpose. Everything was shaped by books—bed to couch, dining table to shelves.
June 29, 2016
June 28, 2016
Job: Second in Command
Excerpt from novel Power:
Domingo had been raised as a devout Catholic. He’d even served as an altar boy. So devoted to prayer, he might’ve been a pope. But then, a father in the church touched Domingo too much and changed his course forever—from the altar to the streets.
However, Domingo kept his faith, even with so much blood on his hands. Black crosses covered his favorite gun, Jesus.