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IT’S 2014!!!

A new year means new year beginnings or new resolutions. For me 2014 is my year to be brave. I’m going to do things that I have always been afraid of doing. Each time I accomplish one you’ll be the first to know.

I have a new book out RED TEARS BLUE BLOOD, its my new years baby, be sure to check it out.

I am also working on a couple of other projects. The first installment of the New Yorkers; BETRAYED, THE DEVIL’S ANGEL, THE GIANTS TRUTH.

As new projects and relationships begin one is ending. As you know 5 Prince was the first publisher to publish my work, SHADES OF SPRING 1964; LETTERS TO MY DAUGHTER, it’s the only book I have published with them. Today on the first day of January 2014, we end our relationship. Bad Sales! its sucks but there is only so much a writer can do, example write the book and make sure its the best it is.The break up is amicable and mutual. I would like to thank Sue the editor of SOS 1964, Connie my sisters editor, who has been an encouraging voice and Bernadette Marie, the owner and author, who took a risk with a first time author. Thank you very much.





I will be relaunching Shades of Spring at a later date in the year. I will be changing the cover and the name to LETTERS TO MY DAUGHTER. The book will be reworked as I will take into account suggestions from my readers, yes I do pay attention to the comments you leave me ;). Wish me luck.

I will be updating you on the release dates and progress of my 2014 books.

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Our differences only run skin deep, underneath it all we are all the same. This is something Alma has to learn when she falls in love with Christoffer. She thinks just because he is a royal he is far above her. Love doesn’t care about the unimportant stuff. The big picture is made out of the little things. The simple things like honesty, courage, commitment and passion.

Alma didn’t say anything. She turned around and stared at the window, wondering if she could fit her large belly through it. The room was silent, when the others left and it was just her and Christoffer.

“Turn around.” He asked once more.

Alma wrapped her arms around her belly sure that once she turned around a chain of events that they both couldn’t control would unravel.

“Please,”

She could hear the desperation in his voice. Alma took in a deep breath and turned around.

To Christoffer everything around him was moving in slow motion. It was like time had stopped in anticipation of seeing Alma’s belly. Once she facing him, once he had full view of his unborn baby he couldn’t control his emotion. He moved towards her as tears flooded his cheeks.

“You are so beautiful.” He said. He gently placed his hands on her belly and just as he did he felt a little nudge from the baby, “Did it just kick?”

“He did.” She chocked back the tears, “He’s an active baby.”

“He?”

“It’s a boy.” Her voice was shuddering out; she struggled to draw it back in. Alma was trying her best to separate herself from this terrific moment. She answered his question directly not giving too much of herself.

“A boy, I’m going to have a boy.”

Alma couldn’t escape the exhaustion any more. She fidgeted on her feet wanting to sit down so badly but she didn’t want to break into the bond Christoffer was forming with his baby.

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Christoffer noticed she was switching the foot she was leaning on every few seconds, “Is there something wrong?”

“I’m just tired.” She said.

“Then please sit down.” He led her to the sofa and helped her down.

“Thanks.” she mumbled.

Christoffer was back on her belly saying things to the baby that she didn’t understand. When he finally looked up at her he asked, “When did you find out?”

“A couple of weeks after you left.” She stood up and headed for her room.

“So you are six or seven months along?” he asked guilty that he had abandoned her when she had needed him the most.

“Thirty seven weeks.”

He did the math in his head, “That’s over nine months.”

“Nine months and one week to be exact.” She sat on her bed and went on folding her clothes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shot him a look that said it all.

“Is the baby healthy?” He decided to stick to the now and not the past.

“Very,” she laughed, “At six months the doctor, Jacky’s mom, she said he was getting too big for my body. They gave me a diet and everything.”

He was happy to see the joy on her face whenever she talked about the baby. It gave him relief that her disappointment in him hadn’t been transferred to the baby, “Do you follow the diet?”

“Honestly I try, but when I am craving a burger that is what I eat.” She laughed, “I cheat on my diet. But I can’t help it.”

“Are you happy about the baby?”

She didn’t know what he was driving at, “He is my life now.”

AN INTRODUCTION TO THE SPORT KINGS

Kennedy lived her life regretting how naïve she was in her teenage years. Thinking that if she had been a little bit more smarter she would have saved herself from ridicule. Good things often happen to good people, and when they least expect it. When she takes the time to look past the haze of regret she sees all the good fortune she has. Having carried the burden of regret fort so long, she doesn’t know how to live without it. Her regret holds her love for Ryan hostage. Now she has to lean how to live free without burdens and flourish in her love.

Kennedy turned towards the voice that had haunted her dreams for years. Ryan Carville was standing in front of her. His beautiful face went into a wide smile, slow and oddly seductive. She forced herself to smile back and she could hear her jaw cracking from the effort that it took. Her eyes took him all in and as much as she hated to admit it, he was still as beautiful as she remembered, if not more so. His shoulders were wide and defined. And from under his suit jacket she could see his biceps struggle to be set free. Ryan carried an indefinable aura of wealth and power and that set off a zing of awareness that zipped through her body. It took everything in her not to succumb to the warmth that welled up inside her.

“Who’s Riley?”

“Who’s asking?” Kennedy turned her body towards the bar, afraid that it would betray her and curl itself around the hunky man standing in front of her.

“Ryan Carville,” the rough tumble of his voice sounded nervous and unsure. And knowing that made her more confident.

“Bailey, and Riley is just a dear person to me,” she cleared her voice trying to eliminate the emotions buried deep within her. A sensation of regret slammed into her when she knew she had exposed her weakness.

“Is Riley here with you?” Ryan looked around the room and Kennedy could tell he was searching for the said Riley.

“It’s ten o’clock and if I know him as well as I think I do, he’s probably in bed,” she said with a smile.

“So do you like football?” Kennedy hesitated to answer the question. She disliked a lot of things that were related to Ryan a long time ago. “I’m a Rebel.”

Kennedy chuckled and his smoky eyes widened in wonder. Of course he was going to use the ‘I’m a sports star’ card. If he only knew he didn’t need it. “I’m a Bruins kind of girl.”

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Ryan couldn’t suppress a smile at her unfounded challenge. He took a step back as if to steady himself, ready for the next blow she would serve him. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“From the quality of your suit, I guess you can afford it,” her honey glazed voice teased.

A short laugh emitted from Ryan’s throat, on the verge of a giggle. “What are you drinking?”

“Martini, shaken not stirred,” her lips had turned up into a sly smile. Her voice low and sultry woke up every nerve in his body.

“James Bond style,” he muttered as his head lowered to hers.

“No, my style. Don’t worry about getting me drunk. I have a room upstairs so I’m not driving anywhere tonight.”

“Are you sharing that room with anyone?” His mind raced as the tone in her voice had his erection fighting for freedom. It wanted to get out of his pants and into her, and he couldn’t blame it.

“No,” she pouted playfully as she leaned into him, toying with his tie. “I’m all alone and so lonely.”

The sound of a glass shattering broke the spell. Ryan lifted his head to see the bartender watching them. His face was flushed as he stared at Bailey in complete sexual desire. He wanted to shout ‘get your own girl’ but he couldn’t blame the man.

A smile passed over her lips as her fingers combed through her wavy hair. Ryan wanted to do that. He wanted to do that and a whole lot more. “Would you like some company?”

“I would love some.”

“Could I be that company?” he asked against her lips, his voice struggling to get through his clouded throat.

“But you’re a Rebel.”

“I hit harder than any clown with a hockey stick,” Ryan’s heart froze. Since when did he mix sports metaphors and sexual suggestions?

“Well then-,”

THE GIANTS TRUTH

Dwight Scott has trust issues. He expects the woman he loves to trust him more than she would love him. That way the trust is returned. Scott falls in love with Aurora Duncan, a beautiful blue eyed blonde cheerleader that he literally bumped into. He immediately knows that she is the one for him, gut instinct plus the rapid way his heart beat each time he was around her. He thinks the love is mutual, but Aurora betrayed him. Not because she betrayed his trust but because she didn’t believe in his truth. Scott needs Aurora’s trust more than her love and when he doesn’t get it he begins to forget about Aurora Duncan.

Aurora thought that she had found her one true love, a man she could truly trust. The reality was that Scott was that man but her past clouds her judgment. Her cousin cries rape and points the finger at the man she loves, Scott. Feeling betrayed and hurt Aurora starts a journey of destruction. But when the truth comes out, she tries to get Scott back but he wants nothing to do with her. Aurora has a trump card and she uses it. Blackmail is the only way she can get her man back.

“I didn’t ask you to take me to the E.R,” Aurora’s voice pierced through the blanket of silence that had settled around them. Dwight grunted then shrugged his shoulders, never looking her way. “You should watch where you are walking instead of looking at every reflection of yourself,” Again her statement was met by another non-committal shrug. “You are very arrogant. The Giant’s true Giant, what the hell does that even mean?” Aurora was getting desperate for a response. It wasn’t fun goading a person if didn’t even react. She liked sparring with words. That was something she had learnt from her private school days. That and that money could get you anything you wanted.

Dwight Scott was a giant. Just looking at him, she estimated he was six foot five and could possibly weigh 200 to 250 pounds. He wore his shoulder length jet black hair is dread locks. The goatee and moustache framed his mouth perfectly. Aurora leaned forward to get a better angle; the man was sort of beautiful. Who was she kidding; he was chocolate sex on legs. If she could bottle him, she could make a killing and probably replace all the money her family had lost.

“You’re not much of a talker,” another shrug. “Or is it that I’m not your type, no silicon and lots of brains. Your mother must be real proud of the man you have become.”

Aurora felt the jolt of the seat belt as it snapped her back, after the force of the jaguar stopped abruptly. Her hand flew to her bruised shoulder and she let out a series of curses. She watched in surprised silence as Dwight got out of the car and walked around to her side. He opened the door, and stood waiting.

“What you idiot?”

“Get out!”

What the fuck! Aurora watched Dwight wondering if he had lost his mind. Something she had said definitely struck a cord. It might have been the comment about his mother. She knew how that felt. In the upper crust of New York society her family name was taboo. After her father and her uncle swindled most of New York out of there hard earned money, her mother took the easy root and killed herself after their incarceration. Her aunt fled the country with her Latin lover. I should have done that. Now she was left responsible for her cousins.

“GET. OUT!” The anger behind Dwight’s words snapped her back into the present. She was being kicked out of his car, without any money for a cab and wearing her very short dancer uniform. Her tongue had gotten her into a fix this time.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I don’t care,” Dwight reached into the car and unbuckled her seat belt. With one hand under her thighs and the other on her back, he easily lifted her tiny frame out of the car. He walked a short distance to the curb and deposited her there.

“You can’t leave me here,” Aurora protested as she got on her feet and hobbled after him. Dwight glanced over his shoulder at him and gave one of his famous shrugs. He then entered his jaguar without giving her a second look. Aurora wasn’t one to be outsmarted; she stepped in front of the car. She could see the angry twitch in his jaw as his eyes reduced to slits. But then a mocking smile appeared on his face and he started reversing. He pulled back, drove around and past her before she could do anything about it. Aurora was left staring at the angry red tail lights. Suddenly the car was in reverse. Aurora was determined to stand her ground, but when he didn’t look like he would slow down anytime soon, she got out of the way before he could run her over.

“Are you fucking crazy?”

“No, just clumsy and dumb.”

“Don’t forget idiotic,” Aurora began to hobble to the passenger door when Dwight threw a hundred dollar bill out the window.

“Get a cab to the E.R. or home or straight to hell. I don’t give a fuck!”

Aurora cringed at the sound of rubber against gravel as Dwight sped away once again. She stood there staring at the taillights, knowing very well that he wouldn’t come back for her this time.

THANK YOU READERS (CONT…)

RED TEARS BLUE BLOOD

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Our differences only run skin deep, underneath it all we are all the same. This is something Alma has to learn when she falls in love with Christoffer. She thinks just because he is a royal he is far above her. Love doesn’t care about the unimportant stuff. The big picture is made out of the little things. The simple things like honesty, courage, commitment and passion.

Alma didn’t say anything. She turned around and stared at the window, wondering if she could fit her large belly through it. The room was silent, when the others left and it was just her and Christoffer.

“Turn around.” He asked once more.

Alma wrapped her arms around her belly sure that once she turned around a chain of events that they both couldn’t control would unravel.

“Please,”

She could hear the desperation in his voice. Alma took in a deep breath and turned around.

To Christoffer everything around him was moving in slow motion. It was like time had stopped in anticipation of seeing Alma’s belly. Once she facing him, once he had full view of his unborn baby he couldn’t control his emotion. He moved towards her as tears flooded his cheeks.

“You are so beautiful.” He said. He gently placed his hands on her belly and just as he did he felt a little nudge from the baby, “Did it just kick?”

“He did.” She chocked back the tears, “He’s an active baby.”

“He?”

“It’s a boy.” Her voice was shuddering out; she struggled to draw it back in. Alma was trying her best to separate herself from this terrific moment. She answered his question directly not giving too much of herself.

“A boy, I’m going to have a boy.”

Alma couldn’t escape the exhaustion any more. She fidgeted on her feet wanting to sit down so badly but she didn’t want to break into the bond Christoffer was forming with his baby.

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Christoffer noticed she was switching the foot she was leaning on every few seconds, “Is there something wrong?”

“I’m just tired.” She said.

“Then please sit down.” He led her to the sofa and helped her down.

“Thanks.” she mumbled.

Christoffer was back on her belly saying things to the baby that she didn’t understand. When he finally looked up at her he asked, “When did you find out?”

“A couple of weeks after you left.” She stood up and headed for her room.

“So you are six or seven months along?” he asked guilty that he had abandoned her when she had needed him the most.

“Thirty seven weeks.”

He did the math in his head, “That’s over nine months.”

“Nine months and one week to be exact.” She sat on her bed and went on folding her clothes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shot him a look that said it all.

“Is the baby healthy?” He decided to stick to the now and not the past.

“Very,” she laughed, “At six months the doctor, Jacky’s mom, she said he was getting too big for my body. They gave me a diet and everything.”

He was happy to see the joy on her face whenever she talked about the baby. It gave him relief that her disappointment in him hadn’t been transferred to the baby, “Do you follow the diet?”

“Honestly I try, but when I am craving a burger that is what I eat.” She laughed, “I cheat on my diet. But I can’t help it.”

“Are you happy about the baby?”

She didn’t know what he was driving at, “He is my life now.”

I am a multicultural and Interracial Romance author. I write romance because I know there is so much I could still learn about love. Through my characters I learn the important stuff and the fluff. I’ve been through it all the lies, the hurt and deception. But I have also experience the pure joy of love. It is the little things, the warm smile, a look of adoration from across a crowded room, the holding of hands, the embrace and the kiss. Fall in love with love this holiday.

2014 is the year to be brave.

The rest of my life will be the best of my life.

IT’S CHRISTMAS TODAY

“I have walked a long walk to freedom. It has been a lonely road, but it is not over yet. No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin. People learn to hate. They can also be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart.”

-Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

People don’t really think about Mandela when celebrating Christmas. They think about Santa. To those exposed to the truth (santa isn’t real) St.Nick is either your mom, dad, husband, wife and family members. PRESENTS! Who doesn’t like them. This Christmas I will be celebrating with my family, a thanks giving of sort. I will be thanking God for bringing us together again. I will be thankful that my family is complete. I will look at my Aunt and Uncle and whisper a silent prayer of thanks for them being there with us. Cancer has really affected my family in the past two years and by the grace of God, my aunt and Uncle are kicking it in the butt.



This Christmas I am grateful for another year with my family.

As we celebrate let’s not forget the people who need a helping hand, a kind word and a hug. Lots of hugging in my family. Let’s be mindful to one another and be kind. It’s not just about the presents that are gift wrapped. Its about the little things. Love.

I love you guys and hope you have a merry Christmas.

THANK YOU READERS (CONT…)

HIS LOVE

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Rhyne has to figure out a way to teach Antonio how to love. The basics, not just the grand gestures and it all begins with the love of oneself. Having loathed herself before, she knew perfectly well how to self destruct. It didn’t take much, just a few bad choices all powered by hate. She has to save the man she loves from his impending doom or give him up. Commitment, that’s what its all about. Staying committed to the right path and to the truth your heart whispers to you.

Her body stiffened as she asked, “What did you say?”

“I love you.” He repeated in one breathe.

Rayne pushed him off and quickly got dressed. She ignored his stunned expression. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I tell you that I love and you run.” Antonio pulled on his jeans. “I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I.” She almost screamed out. Rayne took in a deep breath and felt it shudder out through her lips, “I don’t get it because you have only known me a week and you already love me. But that little girl, you were the first one to hold her in your arms, the only parent she has left, but you can’t show her an ounce of kindness.”

“I try.” He moaned, his fingers combing through his hair in frustration, “It’s not easy.”

“Neither is loving you.” Rayne swallowed the lump of emotions that formed in her throat, “I love you just as much as I love that little girl. And it breaks my heart that you won’t let go of the guilt.”

“What are you talking about?” Rayne saw his defenses go up.

“I know about the choice you made. You don’t have to punish yourself or her for it. Maria wouldn’t want you to.”

“You never knew Maria.” Rayne retreated as he took three angry steps towards her, “Don’t talk about her. She was my world.”

“I know. I know that all too well.” She gave up trying to wipe her tears away, “I am fighting an eternal battle with a ghost. You love me?” she snickered, “You love her. When you made love to me just then, I knew you were thinking of her.”

“I was thinking of you.”

“The other nights when we were together, I believe you were thinking of me, but not tonight. You seemed to be searching for something I knew I would never be able to give you. You were looking for Maria but I’m not her.” Rayne pushed her hair back, “You need to take a good look at me because I will never be her.”

“What do you want me to do to prove that I love you.” Antonio pleaded clear desperation in his own eyes.

“You need to love your daughter. You need to show me that you are capable of loving the life you created.”

“You don’t understand.” He growled at her.

“And I wish I could because my heart is breaking, for you, for that little girl and for myself.” She gasped, “You know what Alessandria asked me today. Why does daddy not like me? Is it because, I killed mommy.” She saw his heart break through his eyes. “And for the life of me I couldn’t give her an answer. Because my daddy loved me, he did everything he could for me. So I looked into that little girl’s eyes and I lied to her.” She marched to him and poked her finger in his chest. Wishing she could beat the ice off his heart, “I said your daddy loves you with all his heart. He is just grumpy because he works too much. She wanted the waves to carry her to her mommy today because she knew the sight of her hurt you.”

“I just-,” Antonio stammered and fell silent.

THE REBEL’S OWN

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Kennedy lived her life regretting how naïve she was in her teenage years. Thinking that if she had been a little bit more smarter she would have saved herself from ridicule. Good things often happen to good people, and when they least expect it. When she takes the time to look past the haze of regret she sees all the good fortune she has. Having carried the burden of regret fort so long, she doesn’t know how to live without it. Her regret holds her love for Ryan hostage. Now she has to lean how to live free without burdens and flourish in her love.

Kennedy turned towards the voice that had haunted her dreams for years. Ryan Carville was standing in front of her. His beautiful face went into a wide smile, slow and oddly seductive. She forced herself to smile back and she could hear her jaw cracking from the effort that it took. Her eyes took him all in and as much as she hated to admit it, he was still as beautiful as she remembered, if not more so. His shoulders were wide and defined. And from under his suit jacket she could see his biceps struggle to be set free. Ryan carried an indefinable aura of wealth and power and that set off a zing of awareness that zipped through her body. It took everything in her not to succumb to the warmth that welled up inside her.

“Who’s Riley?”

“Who’s asking?” Kennedy turned her body towards the bar, afraid that it would betray her and curl itself around the hunky man standing in front of her.

“Ryan Carville,” the rough tumble of his voice sounded nervous and unsure. And knowing that made her more confident.

“Bailey, and Riley is just a dear person to me,” she cleared her voice trying to eliminate the emotions buried deep within her. A sensation of regret slammed into her when she knew she had exposed her weakness.

“Is Riley here with you?” Ryan looked around the room and Kennedy could tell he was searching for the said Riley.

“It’s ten o’clock and if I know him as well as I think I do, he’s probably in bed,” she said with a smile.

“So do you like football?” Kennedy hesitated to answer the question. She disliked a lot of things that were related to Ryan a long time ago. “I’m a Rebel.”

Kennedy chuckled and his smoky eyes widened in wonder. Of course he was going to use the ‘I’m a sports star’ card. If he only knew he didn’t need it. “I’m a Bruins kind of girl.”

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Ryan couldn’t suppress a smile at her unfounded challenge. He took a step back as if to steady himself, ready for the next blow she would serve him. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“From the quality of your suit, I guess you can afford it,” her honey glazed voice teased.

A short laugh emitted from Ryan’s throat, on the verge of a giggle. “What are you drinking?”

“Martini, shaken not stirred,” her lips had turned up into a sly smile. Her voice low and sultry woke up every nerve in his body.

“James Bond style,” he muttered as his head lowered to hers.

“No, my style. Don’t worry about getting me drunk. I have a room upstairs so I’m not driving anywhere tonight.”

“Are you sharing that room with anyone?” His mind raced as the tone in her voice had his erection fighting for freedom. It wanted to get out of his pants and into her, and he couldn’t blame it.

“No,” she pouted playfully as she leaned into him, toying with his tie. “I’m all alone and so lonely.”

The sound of a glass shattering broke the spell. Ryan lifted his head to see the bartender watching them. His face was flushed as he stared at Bailey in complete sexual desire. He wanted to shout ‘get your own girl’ but he couldn’t blame the man.

A smile passed over her lips as her fingers combed through her wavy hair. Ryan wanted to do that. He wanted to do that and a whole lot more. “Would you like some company?”

“I would love some.”

“Could I be that company?” he asked against her lips, his voice struggling to get through his clouded throat.

“But you’re a Rebel.”

“I hit harder than any clown with a hockey stick,” Ryan’s heart froze. Since when did he mix sports metaphors and sexual suggestions?

“Well then-,”

THANK YOU READERS (CONT…)

DENOUEMENT

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In Denouement, Marietta takes you through her struggle with reconciling her husband’s cheating with the fact that her father never loved her. Her mind slowly unravels when she cannot come up with a single anyone would want to love her. She desperately tries to hold on to her sanity when everything around her seems insane. Tobias comes to her rescue. Making her see that there was so much of her to love, if only she looked deep inside.

“I don’t know if it slipped you mind but our lack of sleep was brought on by having sex.” He moaned as he planted kisses along her cleavage. He rose to his knees with her and placed her on the floor while he hovered over her, “The doctor said no sex for six weeks.”

“Five more to go, but he didn’t say we couldn’t do other stuff.” Marietta teased as she pulled at his jeans buttons.

Tobias growled at her as he pushed her t-shirt under her arms, exposing her belly and her breasts. He leaned towards her then pulled back, “You are leaking.”

“I forgot to pump.” Marietta swore under her breath.

“I’ll go get the babies.” Tobias volunteered.

Marietta cleaned her nipples with a warm wet towel and got comfortable on the sofa. At the rate at which she was leaking she would have to feed both of them at the same time. She stood up with a start when she heard a loud thud coming from the babies’ room.

“Toby?” there was no response, “Babe!” Something was wrong and she knew it. She went straight for the window seat. She dumped the cushions aside, as she clawed her way to the ply wood that separated her from her defence.

Her head snapped back when she heard Ted let out a scream. She couldn’t hear Tamey and it terrified her. Marietta fisted her fingers around the hilt of the revolver. It felt heavy so she assumed that there were bullets in it. But soon there wouldn’t be. There was a knowing ache in her gut that made her shiver. Marietta ran up the stairs determined to find her family’s attacker. She saw Tobias’ feet half way out of the door as she climbed the last few steps. She wondered where Mrs. Bennet was.

Marietta wanted to reach out for Tobias once she was standing over her but her attention was focused on the six foot man with the long trench coat and the baseball cap. She could see Mrs. Bennett across the room; her body slumped against the wall. Was she alive?

“What do you want Robert?” Marietta barked out her hand trembling.

When he turned around to face her, Marietta felt her heart stop. His cold eyes stared back at her, mocking her and yet she could see a hint of lust in them. She took a step forward but didn’t move any closer. Tamey was in his arms, she was asleep and unaware. This was how he liked to attack their prey when they were defenceless, innocent and oblivious to what was about to happen to them.

Marietta forced herself not to turn around when she heard Tobias grunt in pain, and when Ted cried out in fear. She wanted to soothe them, comfort them both but she needed to focus her attention to her little girl in that monster’s arms.

“Put her down. Take me. You’ve always wanted me right?” Marietta made herself sound like a little girl. The flash back of when she was eight years old came back to her. That was when she was old enough to know what he was doing was wrong, when she didn’t want to hurt anymore.

He didn’t respond, he just watched her. His eyes shifting from her face to the gun in her hand.

“Put the baby down and I’ll put the gun down. You can take me.” She smiled wearily.

Marietta tried to hide her surprise when she felt Tobias squeeze her ankle. She lowered the gun to the ground, close enough so that Tobias could reach it just in case. “It’s your turn put the baby down.”

“She’s so perfect. Just like you.” His voice filled her ears and immediately the terror settled within her. He had haunted her in her dreams and now he was here, trying to destroy what was left of her. “You were so perfect, so small so beautiful. I knew you were mine when you were born. I felt proud, lucky even.”

Marietta restrained the cry that was bubbling up inside her. She blinked her tears away knowing how violent he became when she cried, when she showed that she didn’t like what he was doing. She felt Tobias tremble and heard how his breath became laboured.

“I’m here take me.” She pleaded, “Just put her down.” Marietta looked over into Ted’s crib, he was still whimpering but the screams had died down.

“You’ll come with me?” She saw the excited look on his face and her gut wrenched. Marietta nodded forcing a smile on her face, “I have always loved you, you know that right?” He looked down on the baby and gave her a kiss that made Marietta gasp out in pain, “Can she come?”

“I thought you wanted me?” She steadied her voice.

“She’s still pretty small isn’t she? Maybe we’ll come back for her later. When she’s six years old?” he smiled, “Her lashes are just as long as yours. So beautiful.”

Tobias gave her foot another squeeze and she knew that the second he put the baby down, he would take action. But she wanted the violence out of the babies’ room. Whatever Tobias had planned would have to wait.

COVERT AFFAIRS

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All secrets come out to light eventually. Forgiveness in love, that’s what Covert Affairs deals with. There is always that one person you know you can depend on in times of trouble. For Charlie, that man is Reece. We hide things from the people we love because of fear. Fear enslaves us to become lesser people than we actually are. Believing in your love, the people you love and forgiveness breaks the bonds of fear. Allowing you to grow more secure and stronger in your love. Charlie desired to be more in life. But her fear didn’t let her entrust the love of her life with er dreams. So lies built on lies, crushed down around her, but even then, fear of Reece’s hate keeps her from being honest.

“What is this?” Reece asked as he moved in front of the screen.

Charlie leaped over the table and took control of Daniel’s laptop. She had to reset the access codes, the whole time praying Dominic didn’t have the mind to be hanging around federal files. When the big screen went blank Reece turned towards her. He was angry; it was obvious in his taut rigid shoulders, how his biceps tightened in his arms and how his fingers balled into fists at his sides. And if that wasn’t enough, the murderous look he shot at her burned through her.

Charlie opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her breath shuddered out and she had to tell herself to draw it in slowly. She swallowed hard as she got off the table and stood behind Daniel and Tim. But realizing they were in the path of Reece’s anger, the two stood up and moved away. Charlie’s eyes darted towards the door and for a second she thought about running away, but her feet were cemented to the spot.

Reece knew what he had seen and read. Although Lee had taken it down he had ample time to read it. The birth certificate did say Reece Olivia Morgan and Charlie’s and his names were also on it. Olivia wasn’t Corisi’s daughter, she was his.

“RJ,” he muttered as he remembered how Lee had called the child the day before. But what he couldn’t understand is how the woman had managed to keep her cool with the disappearance of their daughter. His eyes were drawn to hers as he watched her estimate the distance between herself and the door.

“You won’t make it. I can promise you that,” he roared at her. But when he moved towards her, Lee darted for the door. And just as she managed to open it, his hands grabbed her arms. He swung her about but never turned her to face him. Reece half pushed, half carried Lee into his office. He tossed her in and locked the door behind him.

“I can explain,” she said, her voice faltering.

“Explain.” Reece crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the door.

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SHADES OF SPRING 1964; LETTERS TO MY DAUGHTER

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Shades of Spring takes you through Maxine’s journey of love and self realization. She quickly discovers that the past is so much like the present, only because people keep making the same mistakes. Love at the tie when essentially love was not a freedom we could not express freely, we could not enjoy it or share it. Through letters written half a century before she was born she discovers the power of two different kinds of love. The love of a mother for her child, and the true love between a man and a woman. She discovers the magnitude and learns its struggles and appreciates its immensity. In Maxine’s life, love starts to make sense from the pages of a few letters.

I walked to the back of the barn as he moved toward

me. The last thing I wanted to do was to make the gap

between us even bigger, but I needed him to know I

didn’t appreciate the presence of another woman in the

house. Right off the bat in our imaginary relationship, I

was becoming possessive.

“Are you jealous?” he asked me with lips curved into

an amused smile.

I wasn’t going to admit it to him. Our relationship

was going to be different. We were going to be equals;

this wasn’t going to be a master and servant relationship.

I remained silent and tried to walk past him, but he

blocked me with his body. It turned into a game. I would

try to run away and he would block me, but after a while

I let him catch me. He locked his arms around my waist

and kissed me. His kisses grew deeper and needier. I

trembled when I felt him lift up my skirt and struggle with

my undergarment. I was scared, but I didn’t want him to

stop. Anyway, you don’t need to know what happened

after that. All I can tell you is that it was the best night of

my life.

He walked me as far as he could that night. I didn’t

want anyone to see us hanging around each other, plus I

didn’t like the heavy cloud of silence and guilt that

seemed to follow us from the barn. He didn’t kiss me

again that night. My mother watched me with a curious

eye as I made my way to bed without supper. I didn’t

understand what I had done wrong, and being unsure of

how the next day would go made me nervous to the point

of having a sleepless night. I wanted morning to come so

I would know that we were, or would be, fine.

The next morning I went to work early. I wanted to

get there before Richard woke. I had this idea of

sneaking back into bed with him to undo any damage that

I may have done the previous night. The other servants

hadn’t arrived yet, so quietly I made my way up to his

room, grateful that the rest of his family had travelled

away for the night. I knew where his room was. It was the

last one I cleaned every day. The door was unlocked. I

pushed it open and saw he was still asleep in bed. Quietly

I made my way next to him, shimmied off my clothes, and

crawled in the bed. He didn’t turn me away. Instead, we

had a repeat of the previous night, and it was wonderful.

I left his room before the sun was up and started on my

chores. He came to see me before he left for work, and

that made me feel special.

THE MARA SONG

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The Mara Song takes you to the simplicity of life and love. Away from the influences and limitations of the busy city, Wakio decided to let her broken heart heal and let love in. But without courage in the face of disapproval, love cannot grow or flourish. Intimacy, vulnerability, strength and truth are the elements most important to Wakio when it comes to love. The power of love is only as strong as the lover. The heart is strong, once silenced by deceit and betrayal it will not lose hope for love. For it will make it beat more ferociously than before.

There is a beat being played in the plains,

The beat of life,

The beat of passion,

And the beat of everlasting love.

As the world taps into the earth,

As life grows out of the soil the beat sounds off,

Ushering in a new second that there is life in the universe,

The beat of the African drum,

The beat of the people’s and the animal’s hearts,

The existence of life in the trees and the earth beneath our feet,

The beat of the Mara Song.

Those words flooded into my mind as I made my way to the outside lounge. This was one of my favorite things. I had never before stopped to appreciate or acknowledge the existence of such beauty.

SPECIAL KIND OF LOVE

(check it out). I have never written where the hero or heroine in disabled. It’s a challenge. I won’t lie, I’m kind of scared of such story lines. The last thing that I would want to offend someone.

Anyway I decided to take a shot at it. I have this thing going where 2014 is going to be my year to be brave. I decided to get a head start on it.

So my IR/ MC Special submission book is called THE DEVIL’S ANGEL.

It’s not a fantasy. I don’t think I should call it a romance. Its about a Spanish man Yvan D’Alessandro who ends up getting caught up between twins Rubi and Rae Santos, African American and Cuban decent. He had a sexual relationship with Rubi and didn’t know Rae existed until his mother brought him picture of his father having an affair with a woman who looked like Rubi. Of course Rubi points the finger at her twin sister. She doesn’t want to give up the goose that lays the egg and the goose’s sun.

Obviously Yvan is pissed off at this Rae that he has never met. But part of him feels like its time to settle down, give the D’Alessandro empire and heir. Since he has great sex with Rubi he confuses that with love. The logical thing to him is to ask Rubi to marry him. He one day decided to pay Rae a visit, give her the stay away from his father. he gets there and instead of his father’s harlot he meets a woman he can only describe as an Angel. Rae couldn’t be the one strip teasing for his father because she only has one leg.

His pride and ego wounded, Yvan marries Rae in revenge. He gives her everything her twin Rubi wanted. But Rubi isn’t one to be looked over. She’s hated her twin ever since her accident. Rae survived and their parents died. To Rubi, Rae is the reason why everything in her life goes wrong. In her ever loving insane mind Rubi decided to take her sister’s place, that is after she’s beaten her within an inch of her life.

Now the question is, does Yvan notice the difference between Rae and Rubi before he says I DO.

Look out for it.

I will let you know where it finds its home.

As some of you know I have a twin and she is not evil at all. Love you sisi.

ONE STAR BANDITS

So you write a book, you are proud of it because it took you like months to finally have that final product. Then it goes live and you get a one star. REALLY! REALLY!

I read plenty of books and give plenty of reviews. In all honesty the lowest rate I have given is two.

But the one star? they are like it was a good story but let’s give it a one star. Seriously!!

Anyway I would like to share reviews of my books His Love and Rebel’s Own. Grab a copy for the holidays Amazon

Rebel’s Own



By Denise Gardner

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Awesome book, I’m now hooked on this author and will be looking for and reading all of her books. Please keep writing;)

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5.0 out of 5 stars Fantastic! December 9, 2013

By Trishy

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I really loved this book! Actually I love this author lol. Was a really good read with a great HEA. I dont usually write reviews and apologies in advance but I dont and cant tell you what happens because I want you to read and judge for yourself. Glad I preordered this book because I could not wait to read it. Ryan, you ended up being my hero lol

His Love



5.0 out of 5 stars well done December 3, 2013

By Mrs. S. J. Imhoff

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Thank you for writing an IR where the woman was strong, loving and compassionate. This is a great short read with passion and real things that go on in families and life. Alexandria is a beautifully written character. This was great to read.

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5.0 out of 5 stars Exsalent November 29, 2013

By By Elinor Felix.

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Loved the book,but I would of liked to have kept reading more of this story.don’t like short story’s to much.

Here is a two star.

2.0 out of 5 stars Everything Happens Too Fast… December 6, 2013

By Mstcat

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His Love is the story of a wealthy, handsome man name Antonio Burke who has a heart of ice when it comes to his young daughter. As noted in the blurb, his wife died in childbirth and he can’t forget or forgive that. He’s hired a nanny in Rayne Matthews. Rayne is young woman who has lost everything and everyone and she needs this job and the fresh start that it can give her.

I despised the character of Antonio so terribly. I loathed him. He was a horrible, selfish individual. Honestly I don’t see how any woman could fall in love with this man. Really. I don’t see how Rayne fell in love with this jerk. It wasn’t explained. The way he treats his daughter is detestable and I think cruel. The relationship between the two characters moves along at the speed of light. They (Antonio and Rayne) bicker a couple of times and the next thing you know they’re going at it. Ummm….what?? Did I miss something? Before you know it (within a week) he’s confessing his love. And here lies the problem. This book jumps. It takes mighty leaps and bounds over what should have been pages of story. Things happen, like their love for one another, that make no sense. Where did these feelings come from? How the heck is she in love with this guy? Why is he suddenly in love with her? His family is just as confusing.

The Bottom Line: When I started this book I was so disgusted by this jerk that I thought there would be some great storytelling to redeem his butt somehow. I wasn’t sure how she was going to pull it off, so I was very interested to see the story play itself out. Unfortunately that never happened and I was disappointed. This book was far too rushed in my opinion. There really isn’t much more to say. His Love had the potential to be a good story, but I felt like a lot of it was on fast-forward

Thank you guys for the comments. I actually write them down and take them in account for projects that I am working on. 5 STARS TO MY READERS.

Watch out for RED TEARS BLUE BLOOD coming DECEMBER 31ST