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February 10, 2016
Interview with S.A. Gibson
I'm the featured author this week on S.A. Gibson's blog.
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Thank you S.A. Gibson for the opportunity!
January 21, 2016
New BWWM IR
Here is my attempt at an interracial romance/ BWWM. Story follows Travis and Legend, college sophomores. This is Chapter 1, and there's no instasex, he's just strung out on his ex. I have no clue how long this will be. My goal is 100 pages, novella size. I have a whopping 4,400 words, and I also need to get back to Noah and Ko in my Fairy book. So many people inside of my head......
Travis
I told myself if she called I wasn’t going to answer. She dumped my ass six months ago, saying that she didn’t like how people looked at us, and she didn’t know if she wanted to date out of her race, and we just didn’t have much in common. That’s not how I felt about anything. I still think she’s the love of my life, even though I should hate her. She destroyed my soul. Ruined my whole world. Shredded my heart like lettuce. I stayed cooped up in my dorm room for days. I missed classes when I should have been preparing for finals and focusing on academics. Staying in my room and staring at my walls drove me a little mad. I starting calling and texting her every day. I showed up at her dorm. I bought flowers for her. I popped up at her job at the movie theater. When she said I was scaring her, I got the hint. I backed off completely. I didn’t want to end up with a restraining order against me. I wouldn’t have hurt her though. I willed myself to stay away from her. I never wanted to frighten her. I just focused on healing my heart and getting my grades up.
When I started to feel a little better, let time start to heal my wounds, she showed up at my door, like everything was cool between us. I let her in instead of telling her to fuck off, thus sealing my fate as her slave. She owns my ass and she knows it. I can’t get over her. The Friday before the fall semester starts, my mom helps me move my stuff into my dorm room. She looks sad and tired. She’s an empty nester again until Christmas, except for on the weekends I make it home. I hug her goodbye tightly. Her eyes are misty, but she doesn’t shed any tears. It’s always been just me and mom and I know she’ll miss me. She’s trying not to make me feel bad about leaviing.
“Call me Travis, if you need anything. Stay away from that damn girl this year. She’s poison.” She pecks my cheek and embraces me.
“Yes ma’am. Bye mom, love you. I’m sure I probably won’t hear from her.” My mom’s face shifts from sad to concerned to completely unnerved. She knows if I stay away from Tasha it will be Tasha’s choice. Not mine.
“Love you Travis. Make good choices.” She says to me, like I’m four. My roommate Charles won’t be arriving until Sunday. He texted me earlier. My best friend Noah is wifed up already. Married, at not even 20 years old, so I plan to spend the weekend alone, getting settled and looking around campus for something to get into. Maybe a party. I love to dance. I’m sure Noah and Ko wouldn’t mind me hanging at their place, but he’s in love, and happy, and I’m sincerely happy for him, but I can’t really help the twinge of jealousy I feel seeing them together, just because I’m not in the same place: In love with a woman who loves me back.
My phone rings and Drunk in Love by Beyonce’ starts to play, and that means its Tasha, and I swore I wasn’t going to pick up next time she called. Damn. I’m glad my mom’s not here to witness the complete desperation that’s about to take place.
“Hello.” I answer immediately, before she can change her mind about ringing my phone and hang up.
“Hey baby,” she laughs carelessly. Her voice is deep, and sexy like Scarlett Johansson’s. My penis starts to stiffen at her just speaking the two words. “My parents just helped me get settled in. I was wondering if you were back on campus yet?” I imagine her winking at me and nodding in a slightly nerdy way, and maybe giving me two thumbs up, which she never did. She’s too cool for awkwardness. Today I’m baby again. Not the white boy stalking her and not her ex-boyfriend. My heart betrays me by skipping a beat at the sound of her cheery voice and her flirtatious choice of words. I put a little more bass in my voice and try to sound laid back.
“Yeah. I’m here. Why? Did you want to come by?” She hesitates. I stop sounding cool, “I just miss you so damn much Tasha….” I didn’t mean to say that last part. It hangs stagnantly between us for a moment. She got what she wanted already. She knows she still runs my life. The point of everything she does is to toy with my emotions.
“Uh…” She thinks about it, “Yeah, Travie, sure.” She says happily. “What’s the dorm building and number?” I give it to her and she arrives five minutes later, so she must be close: Maybe the same building, maybe the one directly across from me.
Tasha stands in the doorway for a moment so I can take her all in. I hadn’t seen her all summer. She has a mane of fiery red tight spiral curls, smooth butter pecan colored skin with, straight white teeth framed by thick burgundy lips, a heavy layer of dark brown freckles from her forehead to her chin and all over her cheeks, she has freckles everywhere with the biggest concentration on her face. Her big bright brown eyes, are deceiving. They look innocent and doe like. She’s not sweet. Not even when she was mine. She’s wearing that tight black skirt I like with a tight white v-neck t-shirt and no bra. Her erect nipples strain the fabric slightly. I bite my lip. God she’s sexy. Beautiful. She was always way too pretty for me. Exotic. I run my fingers through my light reddish- brown hair and relax my posture slightly, but I know I look like a kid at Christmas, and my hearts thumping fast, and my hands are trembling just the tiniest bit with anticipation. This is so us. She can’t go without seeing me for too long either.
“Gonna invite me in Travie?” She asks sweetly, and rests her head against the door frame. If I had any self-respect, I wouldn’t, but she’s working the eye contact and the smile, and she smells like exotic flowers and looks even more beautiful, so I say, “Sure. Come on in.” She plops down on the bed, kicks off her flats and leans back on her hands. I stay standing by the door to study her every detail. I don’t know how long the image of her today will have to satisfy me before I see her again.
“What did you do all summer? I tried to call you more than a few times. You never answered. I thought maybe we would have gotten to see each other. Our houses aren’t that far apart.” I sound hurt. She pokes out her plump lower lip in a pouting motion.
“Busy. I had a job at the Apple store. It paid pretty well. Started seeing someone...” She says the last part very softly and trails off. I can guarantee it’s not another white boy. She got real adamant about my race being a problem when she left me.
“Oh,” I say not bothering to hide my devastation. “Still seeing him, or was it a summer thing?” My eyes meet hers. She smirks.
“Travie you know why I’m here, boy! I missed you! Come sit by me, you don’t have to stand by the door.” She pats the bed next to her. Her avoidance of my question means she’s still seeing him. I should kick her out, but my feet can’t carry me to her fast enough. They’re like running cartoon feet. She giggles when I plop down a foot away from her and look her up and down.
“There.” She puts her hand on my cheek and gives me a peck on the lips, and then she slides her minty tongue into my mouth, and puts her hand up my tee shirt, so it’s on. I take her shirt off and push her roughly back on my bed. She bounces back up a bit. I stare at her bare breasts and lick my lips. I forcefully strip her of her skirt and panties at the same time. She licks her lips back at me and waits for me to drop my pants. I jog to my dresser to get one of the condoms I just unpacked.
“Still mad at me huh? You didn’t used to want to wear rubbers with me.” She stares me down. Her conniving ass is so beautiful.
“You did give me Chlamydia as a consolation prize after you dumped me, Tasha.” I growl bitterly. The drip is no fun. I had to take a couple of courses of antibiotics. She waves off my concern.
“I’m sorry baby. I just miss being close to you. I don’t want the condom between us. I’m still on the pill.” She moves her hands down her lean bare body. I love her, but I do not want to get physically sick again over this girl, or to tether myself to her with a child that she resents for being half white if the pill fails us. She wishes her own fair skin was darker. She didn’t deny still seeing someone else, and that dude’s probably not using condoms. I allow myself to be used for sex, but we use protection. I screw her like I’m still in love with her. I kiss and worship ever inch of her gorgeous body. Our tongues dance together. I grope and squeeze her, and then I pull her hair, and give it to her a bit rough like she likes it. She closes her eyes.
“Look at my face Tasha.” She opens them and we stare at each other, while our bodies move in synchronization. I feel the same way about her that I did six months ago. I tighten my fists around her hair as my eyes devour her.
“Tasha, I still love you so fucking much.” I say while panting and plunging into her deeply. I kiss her neck.
“Travis, I still love fucking you so much.” She says breathlessly as she wraps her legs tighter around me, and then leans in to kiss me. Well that says absolutely everything doesn’t it? She just missed the way I screw her. She doesn’t love me, which I knew, but it still hurts. I gulp hard and tears fall down my face as we both climax and then I go immediately limp. I wipe my tear and sweat stained face. It’s not sexy, strong, releasing a single tear crying. I’m sure she notices that I’m losing it. It’s quite embarrassing. She smirks and kisses my forehead before going into my bathroom to clean herself. I brush past her to flush the condom and try to get her to stay.
“Hey if you want we can go get something to eat at the food court. I could go for a sub.” I smile and block the bathroom’s entrance. She sighs and looks at the ceiling.
“Travie…..I still hate how people look at us when we’re together. That hasn’t changed.” She smiles and squeezes my hand, then releases it.
“Tasha, that’s all in your head though. The people that look at us at all are just looking at you because you’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” She kisses my nose condescendingly, and heads toward her clothes.
“We can order pizza and watch Netflix. We don’t have to leave the dorm.” I offer. Netflix and chill. Maybe I can sex her back into love with me. I do not even care how desperate I sound.
“Sorry Travie….I still have unpacking to do. We’ll connect later.” She winks at me and faces away as she pulls her lacy black panties over her slender legs, and plump butt. She smoothly pulls her skirt up the same way. She pulls her t-shirt on. Slips on her shoes, and she’s ready to walk right back out of my life. Maybe for weeks.
“What dorm are you in?” She pretends not to hear me as she flutters her fingers at me and shuts my door gently behind her. Gone.
I feel dirty and cheap like a hooker, and I don’t change my sheets that smell like sex and flowers because I’m going to love dozing off to that smell later. I go outside to sit on a bench in front of the building and sulk a few minutes after she leaves. I am the weakest man. I’m a good looking guy. I can get girls. This particular one is just in my system.
It’s getting dark. I’m not ready to go be alone in my dorm room. I see the silhouette of a girl with a big afro, and I think it’s Tasha, so my heart stops. She wouldn’t be going to see some other dude already would she? After I just made love to her. The silhouette in question hops on a skateboard. Not Tasha. Tasha doesn’t do anything physical. I allow myself to breathe again. I watch the girl sway back and forth like she’s dancing as she goes back and forth along the stretch of pavement between the dorms. I can’t help but sway a little with her. I find a song on my phone to play while I watch her. Her curvy body moves almost perfectly in time to Drake’s song Energy. So I let it play. I bob my head, dance with her. We have this moment together that she doesn’t know we’re having. If she knew I was watching, it might be creepy, but she puts on one hell of a show. It soothes my nerves a little. I watch her until she goes back into her building.
Travis
I told myself if she called I wasn’t going to answer. She dumped my ass six months ago, saying that she didn’t like how people looked at us, and she didn’t know if she wanted to date out of her race, and we just didn’t have much in common. That’s not how I felt about anything. I still think she’s the love of my life, even though I should hate her. She destroyed my soul. Ruined my whole world. Shredded my heart like lettuce. I stayed cooped up in my dorm room for days. I missed classes when I should have been preparing for finals and focusing on academics. Staying in my room and staring at my walls drove me a little mad. I starting calling and texting her every day. I showed up at her dorm. I bought flowers for her. I popped up at her job at the movie theater. When she said I was scaring her, I got the hint. I backed off completely. I didn’t want to end up with a restraining order against me. I wouldn’t have hurt her though. I willed myself to stay away from her. I never wanted to frighten her. I just focused on healing my heart and getting my grades up.
When I started to feel a little better, let time start to heal my wounds, she showed up at my door, like everything was cool between us. I let her in instead of telling her to fuck off, thus sealing my fate as her slave. She owns my ass and she knows it. I can’t get over her. The Friday before the fall semester starts, my mom helps me move my stuff into my dorm room. She looks sad and tired. She’s an empty nester again until Christmas, except for on the weekends I make it home. I hug her goodbye tightly. Her eyes are misty, but she doesn’t shed any tears. It’s always been just me and mom and I know she’ll miss me. She’s trying not to make me feel bad about leaviing.
“Call me Travis, if you need anything. Stay away from that damn girl this year. She’s poison.” She pecks my cheek and embraces me.
“Yes ma’am. Bye mom, love you. I’m sure I probably won’t hear from her.” My mom’s face shifts from sad to concerned to completely unnerved. She knows if I stay away from Tasha it will be Tasha’s choice. Not mine.
“Love you Travis. Make good choices.” She says to me, like I’m four. My roommate Charles won’t be arriving until Sunday. He texted me earlier. My best friend Noah is wifed up already. Married, at not even 20 years old, so I plan to spend the weekend alone, getting settled and looking around campus for something to get into. Maybe a party. I love to dance. I’m sure Noah and Ko wouldn’t mind me hanging at their place, but he’s in love, and happy, and I’m sincerely happy for him, but I can’t really help the twinge of jealousy I feel seeing them together, just because I’m not in the same place: In love with a woman who loves me back.
My phone rings and Drunk in Love by Beyonce’ starts to play, and that means its Tasha, and I swore I wasn’t going to pick up next time she called. Damn. I’m glad my mom’s not here to witness the complete desperation that’s about to take place.
“Hello.” I answer immediately, before she can change her mind about ringing my phone and hang up.
“Hey baby,” she laughs carelessly. Her voice is deep, and sexy like Scarlett Johansson’s. My penis starts to stiffen at her just speaking the two words. “My parents just helped me get settled in. I was wondering if you were back on campus yet?” I imagine her winking at me and nodding in a slightly nerdy way, and maybe giving me two thumbs up, which she never did. She’s too cool for awkwardness. Today I’m baby again. Not the white boy stalking her and not her ex-boyfriend. My heart betrays me by skipping a beat at the sound of her cheery voice and her flirtatious choice of words. I put a little more bass in my voice and try to sound laid back.
“Yeah. I’m here. Why? Did you want to come by?” She hesitates. I stop sounding cool, “I just miss you so damn much Tasha….” I didn’t mean to say that last part. It hangs stagnantly between us for a moment. She got what she wanted already. She knows she still runs my life. The point of everything she does is to toy with my emotions.
“Uh…” She thinks about it, “Yeah, Travie, sure.” She says happily. “What’s the dorm building and number?” I give it to her and she arrives five minutes later, so she must be close: Maybe the same building, maybe the one directly across from me.
Tasha stands in the doorway for a moment so I can take her all in. I hadn’t seen her all summer. She has a mane of fiery red tight spiral curls, smooth butter pecan colored skin with, straight white teeth framed by thick burgundy lips, a heavy layer of dark brown freckles from her forehead to her chin and all over her cheeks, she has freckles everywhere with the biggest concentration on her face. Her big bright brown eyes, are deceiving. They look innocent and doe like. She’s not sweet. Not even when she was mine. She’s wearing that tight black skirt I like with a tight white v-neck t-shirt and no bra. Her erect nipples strain the fabric slightly. I bite my lip. God she’s sexy. Beautiful. She was always way too pretty for me. Exotic. I run my fingers through my light reddish- brown hair and relax my posture slightly, but I know I look like a kid at Christmas, and my hearts thumping fast, and my hands are trembling just the tiniest bit with anticipation. This is so us. She can’t go without seeing me for too long either.
“Gonna invite me in Travie?” She asks sweetly, and rests her head against the door frame. If I had any self-respect, I wouldn’t, but she’s working the eye contact and the smile, and she smells like exotic flowers and looks even more beautiful, so I say, “Sure. Come on in.” She plops down on the bed, kicks off her flats and leans back on her hands. I stay standing by the door to study her every detail. I don’t know how long the image of her today will have to satisfy me before I see her again.
“What did you do all summer? I tried to call you more than a few times. You never answered. I thought maybe we would have gotten to see each other. Our houses aren’t that far apart.” I sound hurt. She pokes out her plump lower lip in a pouting motion.
“Busy. I had a job at the Apple store. It paid pretty well. Started seeing someone...” She says the last part very softly and trails off. I can guarantee it’s not another white boy. She got real adamant about my race being a problem when she left me.
“Oh,” I say not bothering to hide my devastation. “Still seeing him, or was it a summer thing?” My eyes meet hers. She smirks.
“Travie you know why I’m here, boy! I missed you! Come sit by me, you don’t have to stand by the door.” She pats the bed next to her. Her avoidance of my question means she’s still seeing him. I should kick her out, but my feet can’t carry me to her fast enough. They’re like running cartoon feet. She giggles when I plop down a foot away from her and look her up and down.
“There.” She puts her hand on my cheek and gives me a peck on the lips, and then she slides her minty tongue into my mouth, and puts her hand up my tee shirt, so it’s on. I take her shirt off and push her roughly back on my bed. She bounces back up a bit. I stare at her bare breasts and lick my lips. I forcefully strip her of her skirt and panties at the same time. She licks her lips back at me and waits for me to drop my pants. I jog to my dresser to get one of the condoms I just unpacked.
“Still mad at me huh? You didn’t used to want to wear rubbers with me.” She stares me down. Her conniving ass is so beautiful.
“You did give me Chlamydia as a consolation prize after you dumped me, Tasha.” I growl bitterly. The drip is no fun. I had to take a couple of courses of antibiotics. She waves off my concern.
“I’m sorry baby. I just miss being close to you. I don’t want the condom between us. I’m still on the pill.” She moves her hands down her lean bare body. I love her, but I do not want to get physically sick again over this girl, or to tether myself to her with a child that she resents for being half white if the pill fails us. She wishes her own fair skin was darker. She didn’t deny still seeing someone else, and that dude’s probably not using condoms. I allow myself to be used for sex, but we use protection. I screw her like I’m still in love with her. I kiss and worship ever inch of her gorgeous body. Our tongues dance together. I grope and squeeze her, and then I pull her hair, and give it to her a bit rough like she likes it. She closes her eyes.
“Look at my face Tasha.” She opens them and we stare at each other, while our bodies move in synchronization. I feel the same way about her that I did six months ago. I tighten my fists around her hair as my eyes devour her.
“Tasha, I still love you so fucking much.” I say while panting and plunging into her deeply. I kiss her neck.
“Travis, I still love fucking you so much.” She says breathlessly as she wraps her legs tighter around me, and then leans in to kiss me. Well that says absolutely everything doesn’t it? She just missed the way I screw her. She doesn’t love me, which I knew, but it still hurts. I gulp hard and tears fall down my face as we both climax and then I go immediately limp. I wipe my tear and sweat stained face. It’s not sexy, strong, releasing a single tear crying. I’m sure she notices that I’m losing it. It’s quite embarrassing. She smirks and kisses my forehead before going into my bathroom to clean herself. I brush past her to flush the condom and try to get her to stay.
“Hey if you want we can go get something to eat at the food court. I could go for a sub.” I smile and block the bathroom’s entrance. She sighs and looks at the ceiling.
“Travie…..I still hate how people look at us when we’re together. That hasn’t changed.” She smiles and squeezes my hand, then releases it.
“Tasha, that’s all in your head though. The people that look at us at all are just looking at you because you’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” She kisses my nose condescendingly, and heads toward her clothes.
“We can order pizza and watch Netflix. We don’t have to leave the dorm.” I offer. Netflix and chill. Maybe I can sex her back into love with me. I do not even care how desperate I sound.
“Sorry Travie….I still have unpacking to do. We’ll connect later.” She winks at me and faces away as she pulls her lacy black panties over her slender legs, and plump butt. She smoothly pulls her skirt up the same way. She pulls her t-shirt on. Slips on her shoes, and she’s ready to walk right back out of my life. Maybe for weeks.
“What dorm are you in?” She pretends not to hear me as she flutters her fingers at me and shuts my door gently behind her. Gone.
I feel dirty and cheap like a hooker, and I don’t change my sheets that smell like sex and flowers because I’m going to love dozing off to that smell later. I go outside to sit on a bench in front of the building and sulk a few minutes after she leaves. I am the weakest man. I’m a good looking guy. I can get girls. This particular one is just in my system.
It’s getting dark. I’m not ready to go be alone in my dorm room. I see the silhouette of a girl with a big afro, and I think it’s Tasha, so my heart stops. She wouldn’t be going to see some other dude already would she? After I just made love to her. The silhouette in question hops on a skateboard. Not Tasha. Tasha doesn’t do anything physical. I allow myself to breathe again. I watch the girl sway back and forth like she’s dancing as she goes back and forth along the stretch of pavement between the dorms. I can’t help but sway a little with her. I find a song on my phone to play while I watch her. Her curvy body moves almost perfectly in time to Drake’s song Energy. So I let it play. I bob my head, dance with her. We have this moment together that she doesn’t know we’re having. If she knew I was watching, it might be creepy, but she puts on one hell of a show. It soothes my nerves a little. I watch her until she goes back into her building.
December 14, 2015
Fairy Girl in Dreamland
I'm working on book 3. I hope to have it written and polished for release on March 1st. Of the handful of people that read my first two books. I think they mostly prefer the crazy mixed up format of the Vampire and the Necromancer, so I'm trying to think of how to arrange book 3, so that it's mixed up, but its also in order enough to comprehend fairly easily. Book 3 will follow Noah (Nova's twin) and his love interest Ko. Anybody wanting a copy of one or both of my first two books to read and review can contact me for a smashwords code if you haven't come across one that I've posted. :)
Here's a sample of my newest. Again, who knows where this chapter will end up in the actual book.
Ko
The end of junior year, I go to the library where I will no doubt see my nemesis, whose brother I happen to love. He has impeccable manners, and the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen, but he’s also kind of low-key mischievous, which makes me think: maybe I wouldn’t corrupt him too badly if we ever got together. Maybe he would be a good influence, but not too good an influence.
I grit my teeth and clench my jaw, and go into Nova’s lair to ask for my Pretty Little Liars book. It’s a game we play. I go into the media center to ask for my book. Nova says she gave it to someone else. I verbally assault her. She calls me a name. The librarian runs me off because she hates popular kids. Normal Monday. I don’t usually plan to start any mess with her, she just hates me with so much intensity, and I give it right back to her. We’ve done some nasty shit to each other. There’s a tall dorky boy talking to her when I get there. He’s an orchestra kid.
I’m not in a terrible mood, so instead of saying, “Get out of my way orch-dork,” I just wait.
“Eat a bag of dicks Kevin,” Nova says with a strained voice, “I don’t want to see you or talk to you anymore.” Nova wipes her eyes. I sigh. I have an internal debate about whether or not I should get involved. Because I love Noah, I am considering once more attempting to be nice to Nova Frankle.
“Well how the hell is that going to work, Nova? We sit next to each other in Orchestra. We’re on the academic team together. Accept my apology and move on. Get over it. I’m sure I’m not the first guy to grab your big ass.” Nova jerks back like she was slapped. What the fuck?!?! I happen to admire Nova’s ass myself on occasion, but we do not touch it. That is unacceptable.
“Kevin, the lady told you to go devour some penises! Get the fuck out of here. Go away.” I snap. He turns to look down at me. “Do you know that touching someone without her permission is assault? Do you know that her daddy already had a bunch of boys suspended for touching her last year? Her best friend is Shrek the ogre and if he comes in here and sees her upset, that’s your ass that will be touched!” Nova fixes her watery eyes on mine in disbelief.
“Why do you care?” The lanky nerd glares at me. “You hate Nova. Everyone knows that. She complains about you all the time.” Oh no. He did not just open his mouth and talk back to me. He doesn’t know who he’s messing with.
“I hate boys that think they can man handle girls, and sexually assault girls, more than I hate Nova Frankle.” This is as close as I can get to complimenting her, sadly. Nova blinks hard a few times, like she’s confused or trying to make me disappear, like she’s a genie. I’m still here bitch. I wink at her.
“Go eat a bag of dicks Kevin.” She repeats. He walks off. She mutters thanks and hands me my book after scanning it out to me. No hateful banter. No denying that she has my book. We’re making progress in our relationship. Instead of just taking my book and walking away, I decide to push it.
“Nova, can I give you some advice?” I ask sweetly. She nods cautiously after a moment.
“Noah is your brother and he’s gorgeous! Gorgeous!!! You’re not ugly. You have good genes. Your clothes suck, and you wear glasses and don’t do your hair, but you have potential. Beauty is power. Look at me.” I stretch my arms out and spin like I’m Jesus. “Flawless. Fix yourself up a little.” I put my elbows on the circulation desk and lean in. “Do you know how many boys think they can just feel on my body, or touch me, or have their way with me?” She doesn’t speak, so I make my eyes almost as wide as hers and wait.
“None?” She asks.
“Right. Good answer. None. You’ve done some Jedi mind trick on most of the male population at this school, and you’ve convinced them that you’re plain, and a nerd, and you don’t know your worth, so you have nerdy assholes that don’t even know that you are way out of their league, trying to touch your fat ass.” Nova squirms in her chair and frowns at the mention of her butt. I wait for her to speak.
“Okay.” She says. Is she agreeing with me? That’s a first. I thought she was going to say something smart, and then I was going to call her a mulatto giraffe and sashay my pretty brown ass back to class.
“Okay?” I ask.
“We’re both smart girls, Ko. It’s just me and you talking. I do tell boys I’m not pretty, and play down my looks. I look like this on purpose.” She puts out her own arms to display her ugly outfit: Thor t-shirt and jeans, probably combat boots, but I can’t see them. “I have my dad, Noah, and Ivan. I don’t need more male attention. I know you have a point.” She smirks. If I tell anyone about this conversation they won’t believe me and she’s tickled, completely satisfied with herself.
“How is Noah?” I ask casually while twirling the end of my ponytail.
“In love with a new girl every week.” She says just to wound me a little. I put both hands over my heart and pout just to show her that I am a little hurt. If I can soften Nova enough for her to let me date Noah, our couple name can be Koah. I like it. I call Kensei and I Kosei, but Koah is better. Kosei never caught on. I’m the only one that calls us that.
“Later loser.” I say just to re-establish our relationship.
She nods and I walk out, swishing my own barely-there ass.
My boyfriend Kensei meets me at my locker. He’s almost as sexy as Noah. He knows I like Noah. Our relationship is complicated, but good. I would describe us as friends who kiss. I fill him in on my exchange with Nova and he laughs. I could leave the whole situation at that. I did help her today. She seemed to put her defenses down. She confided in me. I didn’t even snap when she said her brother loved lots of girls.
I decide to go one step further in an effort to make her not hate me. I approach Donovan, a big, fairly attractive football player and bully of nerds, and I tell him to talk to Kevin and make sure that he doesn’t mess with Nova anymore.
“Who the hell are Nova and Kevin?” He asks. We’re popular. They’re not really a part of our world, so it’s strange that he would intervene at all.
“Kevin is the light skinned dork that touched Nova without her permission, and Nova is Noah Frankle’s sister.” I’m not tracking them down to point them out. He’ll have to research on his own.
“Shouldn’t you ask your boyfriend to take care of it?” He asks flirtatiously.
“You’re a bully so I’m asking you.” I point up at him. “Kensei is hot as hell, but no one finds him scary, even now.”
“Even now?” Shit, I said too much.
“Just talk to Kevin, Donovan. I’ll put in a good word with Kimmy for you. Kimmy’s easy. Take her to a movie. She’ll ride you like a horse all night.” That’s the best I can offer him. He thinks about it.
“Kimmy. She’s cute.” He grins and nods. He’s such a whore. I wink and saunter off.
The next day in Pre-calculus, Nova being the clumsy ostrich that she is, bangs her head hard on the cabinet above the sink, when she walks over to wash her hands at random. I guess she felt her pencil and notebook were germy. This is the end of the year mind you. There are just a couple of weeks left. She should be well aware that the cabinets are there, and know not to bang her head. She says “shit” and straightens her askew glasses. Everyone laughs and looks at me because they want me to tear her to pieces, make her cry, add insult to injury. The insults are swirling around on my tongue. I could say that with such big-ass eyes she should be able to see the cabinet there just fine, or make a tall joke. Girls should not be 6’0” tall. Her clothes and combat boots are always fair game. Not today. I swallow the insults.
“Why is that funny?” I ask. “She’s just tall. She has tall girl problems.” Everyone looks at me like I’m the one with a potential brain injury but they stop laughing. I sip my soda. Nova nods at me, and I swear she almost smiles in my direction before she goes to the nurse for ice.
On Wednesday, the floodgates of hell open up. I get to school. I’m gorgeous as usual. Those not admiring my beauty part to make room for me and my followers. Kensei is sexy as usual. He’s at my locker. He pecks my lips and almost bubbles over with excitement.
“What’s up?” I say, ready to partake of the juicy gossip.
“Hey, did you see that dude that you said was harassing Nova? He’s all fucked up! Somebody hurt him bad! He must have touched the wrong……”
“Donovan.” I say. Talk to the boy, I said. I just wanted him to threaten Kevin. I’m not the Mafia. No one has to sleep with the fishes. It’s high school. I was looking out for my sister-in-law and now I might be in big trouble if I get implicated in this shit.
“Kensei. I inadvertently got the orch-dork assaulted.” I hug him tightly and release a solitary tear from my left eye as I pull back from him, “What the fuck is so wrong with me that things get so out of control when I’m just trying to be nice to a less fortunate girl?” Kensei laughs, seeing through my overly dramatic response.
“You’re not the victim, Ko. The orchestra kid is.” He kisses me and walks to class. I walk past Kevin, who I never notice, but today he has a black eye and broken arm, and he’s glaring like I’m the one who put hands on him, and I can’t really apologize now can I? I didn’t touch him. I can’t take responsibility for it.
“Whatcha looking at orch-dork?” I buck up at him as I pass and he flinches, even though he has me by more than a foot. I act big, so I’m big. “Thought so.” I murmur.
I ask the home economics teacher Ms. Jones, to go back to the library during Nova’s shift. Home Ec. is not my thing but my daddy suggested it because everything I make him comes from a mug in the microwave: cake, cookies, French toast, mac and cheese. He thought I could learn to make an actual meal.
I don’t want Nova to blame me for Kevin, so I need to feel her out. She’s over by the non-fiction shelves. She looks relieved to see me at first, but then terrified. Of me. She’s a giant. I see the problem when I get a little closer. Donovan is there smiling in her face. He touches her arm. She scratches her neck.
“Donovan!” I say far too loudly for the library. He grins dismissively and gestures for me to wait a minute.
“Now!” I say. I tap my foot impatiently. He walks over.
“What the hell….happened to Kevin?” I inquire. He grins at me.
“Uh, you’re welcome. You asked me to kick his ass because he was messing with Nova.” He looks back over at her with a smile. She turns to face the books. “Nova Frankle. She’s kind of cute, right? You think she’s easy like Kimmy, since boys don’t really talk to her? I bet I could get her in bed pretty damn quick. She’d probably want to date a football player, boost her popularity a bit.” He licks his lips at her.
“What?! No. Fuck no. To everything. Nova Frankle is not cute. She’s a dork. She’s too tall. I’m sure she’s a prude. She’s clumsy. She only cares about her grades and her violin, and even if she was attractive. Again, she’s not. Popular kids are not about to start dating nerds. That shit’s not happening!” He glances back at her one more time. Ivan’s talking to her.
“Yeah, you’re probably right, but the dude talking with her now doesn’t look like a nerd.” Donovan waves to her and she scratches her neck again. Stupid Jock. It’s not even obvious to him how disinterested she is. Ivan frowns and glares like a psycho. Nova looks away from me and Donovan and touches Ivan’s arm. He smiles broadly at her. Ivan is not a big smiler. Huh. Shrek’s in love with her. That’s interesting. That may be useful information at some point.
“He’s into art. Artists are weird.” I reason, “Anyway, Nova’s off limits. Don’t tell anyone I told you to beat up Kevin because that’s a lie. You misunderstood. I said talk to him and that’s what I meant.”
“Oh. Well, I told Nova that you wanted him beaten, thinking she’d want to thank me.” He makes a blow job gesture and moves his tongue around in his cheek. What a jerk. “But she got upset about it.” I catch Nova’s eye and she turns away like she’s terrified of me, like I would have her beaten up by an athlete. I’m tiny. I should be scared of her humongous ass. This whole thing got completely out of control. How am I supposed to marry her twin, with shit like this tarnishing my image? Noah wouldn’t dare date a girl that had a nerd hurt, even if it were to avenge the groping of his sister. He’s a sweet guy. I grab Donovan by the wrist and drag him out of the library.
Here's a sample of my newest. Again, who knows where this chapter will end up in the actual book.
Ko
The end of junior year, I go to the library where I will no doubt see my nemesis, whose brother I happen to love. He has impeccable manners, and the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen, but he’s also kind of low-key mischievous, which makes me think: maybe I wouldn’t corrupt him too badly if we ever got together. Maybe he would be a good influence, but not too good an influence.
I grit my teeth and clench my jaw, and go into Nova’s lair to ask for my Pretty Little Liars book. It’s a game we play. I go into the media center to ask for my book. Nova says she gave it to someone else. I verbally assault her. She calls me a name. The librarian runs me off because she hates popular kids. Normal Monday. I don’t usually plan to start any mess with her, she just hates me with so much intensity, and I give it right back to her. We’ve done some nasty shit to each other. There’s a tall dorky boy talking to her when I get there. He’s an orchestra kid.
I’m not in a terrible mood, so instead of saying, “Get out of my way orch-dork,” I just wait.
“Eat a bag of dicks Kevin,” Nova says with a strained voice, “I don’t want to see you or talk to you anymore.” Nova wipes her eyes. I sigh. I have an internal debate about whether or not I should get involved. Because I love Noah, I am considering once more attempting to be nice to Nova Frankle.
“Well how the hell is that going to work, Nova? We sit next to each other in Orchestra. We’re on the academic team together. Accept my apology and move on. Get over it. I’m sure I’m not the first guy to grab your big ass.” Nova jerks back like she was slapped. What the fuck?!?! I happen to admire Nova’s ass myself on occasion, but we do not touch it. That is unacceptable.
“Kevin, the lady told you to go devour some penises! Get the fuck out of here. Go away.” I snap. He turns to look down at me. “Do you know that touching someone without her permission is assault? Do you know that her daddy already had a bunch of boys suspended for touching her last year? Her best friend is Shrek the ogre and if he comes in here and sees her upset, that’s your ass that will be touched!” Nova fixes her watery eyes on mine in disbelief.
“Why do you care?” The lanky nerd glares at me. “You hate Nova. Everyone knows that. She complains about you all the time.” Oh no. He did not just open his mouth and talk back to me. He doesn’t know who he’s messing with.
“I hate boys that think they can man handle girls, and sexually assault girls, more than I hate Nova Frankle.” This is as close as I can get to complimenting her, sadly. Nova blinks hard a few times, like she’s confused or trying to make me disappear, like she’s a genie. I’m still here bitch. I wink at her.
“Go eat a bag of dicks Kevin.” She repeats. He walks off. She mutters thanks and hands me my book after scanning it out to me. No hateful banter. No denying that she has my book. We’re making progress in our relationship. Instead of just taking my book and walking away, I decide to push it.
“Nova, can I give you some advice?” I ask sweetly. She nods cautiously after a moment.
“Noah is your brother and he’s gorgeous! Gorgeous!!! You’re not ugly. You have good genes. Your clothes suck, and you wear glasses and don’t do your hair, but you have potential. Beauty is power. Look at me.” I stretch my arms out and spin like I’m Jesus. “Flawless. Fix yourself up a little.” I put my elbows on the circulation desk and lean in. “Do you know how many boys think they can just feel on my body, or touch me, or have their way with me?” She doesn’t speak, so I make my eyes almost as wide as hers and wait.
“None?” She asks.
“Right. Good answer. None. You’ve done some Jedi mind trick on most of the male population at this school, and you’ve convinced them that you’re plain, and a nerd, and you don’t know your worth, so you have nerdy assholes that don’t even know that you are way out of their league, trying to touch your fat ass.” Nova squirms in her chair and frowns at the mention of her butt. I wait for her to speak.
“Okay.” She says. Is she agreeing with me? That’s a first. I thought she was going to say something smart, and then I was going to call her a mulatto giraffe and sashay my pretty brown ass back to class.
“Okay?” I ask.
“We’re both smart girls, Ko. It’s just me and you talking. I do tell boys I’m not pretty, and play down my looks. I look like this on purpose.” She puts out her own arms to display her ugly outfit: Thor t-shirt and jeans, probably combat boots, but I can’t see them. “I have my dad, Noah, and Ivan. I don’t need more male attention. I know you have a point.” She smirks. If I tell anyone about this conversation they won’t believe me and she’s tickled, completely satisfied with herself.
“How is Noah?” I ask casually while twirling the end of my ponytail.
“In love with a new girl every week.” She says just to wound me a little. I put both hands over my heart and pout just to show her that I am a little hurt. If I can soften Nova enough for her to let me date Noah, our couple name can be Koah. I like it. I call Kensei and I Kosei, but Koah is better. Kosei never caught on. I’m the only one that calls us that.
“Later loser.” I say just to re-establish our relationship.
She nods and I walk out, swishing my own barely-there ass.
My boyfriend Kensei meets me at my locker. He’s almost as sexy as Noah. He knows I like Noah. Our relationship is complicated, but good. I would describe us as friends who kiss. I fill him in on my exchange with Nova and he laughs. I could leave the whole situation at that. I did help her today. She seemed to put her defenses down. She confided in me. I didn’t even snap when she said her brother loved lots of girls.
I decide to go one step further in an effort to make her not hate me. I approach Donovan, a big, fairly attractive football player and bully of nerds, and I tell him to talk to Kevin and make sure that he doesn’t mess with Nova anymore.
“Who the hell are Nova and Kevin?” He asks. We’re popular. They’re not really a part of our world, so it’s strange that he would intervene at all.
“Kevin is the light skinned dork that touched Nova without her permission, and Nova is Noah Frankle’s sister.” I’m not tracking them down to point them out. He’ll have to research on his own.
“Shouldn’t you ask your boyfriend to take care of it?” He asks flirtatiously.
“You’re a bully so I’m asking you.” I point up at him. “Kensei is hot as hell, but no one finds him scary, even now.”
“Even now?” Shit, I said too much.
“Just talk to Kevin, Donovan. I’ll put in a good word with Kimmy for you. Kimmy’s easy. Take her to a movie. She’ll ride you like a horse all night.” That’s the best I can offer him. He thinks about it.
“Kimmy. She’s cute.” He grins and nods. He’s such a whore. I wink and saunter off.
The next day in Pre-calculus, Nova being the clumsy ostrich that she is, bangs her head hard on the cabinet above the sink, when she walks over to wash her hands at random. I guess she felt her pencil and notebook were germy. This is the end of the year mind you. There are just a couple of weeks left. She should be well aware that the cabinets are there, and know not to bang her head. She says “shit” and straightens her askew glasses. Everyone laughs and looks at me because they want me to tear her to pieces, make her cry, add insult to injury. The insults are swirling around on my tongue. I could say that with such big-ass eyes she should be able to see the cabinet there just fine, or make a tall joke. Girls should not be 6’0” tall. Her clothes and combat boots are always fair game. Not today. I swallow the insults.
“Why is that funny?” I ask. “She’s just tall. She has tall girl problems.” Everyone looks at me like I’m the one with a potential brain injury but they stop laughing. I sip my soda. Nova nods at me, and I swear she almost smiles in my direction before she goes to the nurse for ice.
On Wednesday, the floodgates of hell open up. I get to school. I’m gorgeous as usual. Those not admiring my beauty part to make room for me and my followers. Kensei is sexy as usual. He’s at my locker. He pecks my lips and almost bubbles over with excitement.
“What’s up?” I say, ready to partake of the juicy gossip.
“Hey, did you see that dude that you said was harassing Nova? He’s all fucked up! Somebody hurt him bad! He must have touched the wrong……”
“Donovan.” I say. Talk to the boy, I said. I just wanted him to threaten Kevin. I’m not the Mafia. No one has to sleep with the fishes. It’s high school. I was looking out for my sister-in-law and now I might be in big trouble if I get implicated in this shit.
“Kensei. I inadvertently got the orch-dork assaulted.” I hug him tightly and release a solitary tear from my left eye as I pull back from him, “What the fuck is so wrong with me that things get so out of control when I’m just trying to be nice to a less fortunate girl?” Kensei laughs, seeing through my overly dramatic response.
“You’re not the victim, Ko. The orchestra kid is.” He kisses me and walks to class. I walk past Kevin, who I never notice, but today he has a black eye and broken arm, and he’s glaring like I’m the one who put hands on him, and I can’t really apologize now can I? I didn’t touch him. I can’t take responsibility for it.
“Whatcha looking at orch-dork?” I buck up at him as I pass and he flinches, even though he has me by more than a foot. I act big, so I’m big. “Thought so.” I murmur.
I ask the home economics teacher Ms. Jones, to go back to the library during Nova’s shift. Home Ec. is not my thing but my daddy suggested it because everything I make him comes from a mug in the microwave: cake, cookies, French toast, mac and cheese. He thought I could learn to make an actual meal.
I don’t want Nova to blame me for Kevin, so I need to feel her out. She’s over by the non-fiction shelves. She looks relieved to see me at first, but then terrified. Of me. She’s a giant. I see the problem when I get a little closer. Donovan is there smiling in her face. He touches her arm. She scratches her neck.
“Donovan!” I say far too loudly for the library. He grins dismissively and gestures for me to wait a minute.
“Now!” I say. I tap my foot impatiently. He walks over.
“What the hell….happened to Kevin?” I inquire. He grins at me.
“Uh, you’re welcome. You asked me to kick his ass because he was messing with Nova.” He looks back over at her with a smile. She turns to face the books. “Nova Frankle. She’s kind of cute, right? You think she’s easy like Kimmy, since boys don’t really talk to her? I bet I could get her in bed pretty damn quick. She’d probably want to date a football player, boost her popularity a bit.” He licks his lips at her.
“What?! No. Fuck no. To everything. Nova Frankle is not cute. She’s a dork. She’s too tall. I’m sure she’s a prude. She’s clumsy. She only cares about her grades and her violin, and even if she was attractive. Again, she’s not. Popular kids are not about to start dating nerds. That shit’s not happening!” He glances back at her one more time. Ivan’s talking to her.
“Yeah, you’re probably right, but the dude talking with her now doesn’t look like a nerd.” Donovan waves to her and she scratches her neck again. Stupid Jock. It’s not even obvious to him how disinterested she is. Ivan frowns and glares like a psycho. Nova looks away from me and Donovan and touches Ivan’s arm. He smiles broadly at her. Ivan is not a big smiler. Huh. Shrek’s in love with her. That’s interesting. That may be useful information at some point.
“He’s into art. Artists are weird.” I reason, “Anyway, Nova’s off limits. Don’t tell anyone I told you to beat up Kevin because that’s a lie. You misunderstood. I said talk to him and that’s what I meant.”
“Oh. Well, I told Nova that you wanted him beaten, thinking she’d want to thank me.” He makes a blow job gesture and moves his tongue around in his cheek. What a jerk. “But she got upset about it.” I catch Nova’s eye and she turns away like she’s terrified of me, like I would have her beaten up by an athlete. I’m tiny. I should be scared of her humongous ass. This whole thing got completely out of control. How am I supposed to marry her twin, with shit like this tarnishing my image? Noah wouldn’t dare date a girl that had a nerd hurt, even if it were to avenge the groping of his sister. He’s a sweet guy. I grab Donovan by the wrist and drag him out of the library.
November 17, 2015
The Vampire and the Necromancer
I finally got book 2 finished, and I'm really proud of it, but I would like to say that It's out of sequence. I think this makes the story fun and unique, but I'm aware that it's completely crazy. It may not be for everyone. I posted the first two chaters for preview, and welcome honest feedback. I'm tough. You can tell me if it's completely bananas. Book 1 focused on Brennan/ Sani/ Lamar. Book 2 follows Ivan and Nova. I love Nova the most out of all my characters because she's nerdy.
September 9, 2015
Free on Amazon
Wolf Girl finds necRomance is free on Amazon September 10 through September 14.
