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#WednesdayFreeWrite – WINDOWS

WINDOWS

I said I wouldn’t do re-runs

I didn’t do re-runs

and yet here I was

re-running all over the place

Because the fact remained

he was hot

and I hadn’t seen him in forever

and yeah, I was kinda drunk

So when he asked

“you want to hang sometime”

I didn’t think to say no

or remember what a waste of time

he was last time

I just smiled and said “sure”

because the fact remained

maybe this go ‘round

he wouldn’t be scared

or treat me like I was made of glass

Maybe this go ‘round

he’d pull me to him

and press his full mouth to mine

while his hands slipped under my skirt

and between my legs

because fuck all of that other sweet shit

I wanted something dirty

and raw

“Come by my place around 8.”

And already the night held promise

because he wasn’t being all gentlemanly

and stopping by to pick me up

and he wasn’t asking me what I wanted to do

he was taking charge

making decisions

His place around 8

was really his roof around 9

under a starry sky

five floors above Manhattan’s cacophony

in our own world of tequila shots

dirty jokes

and sexual tension

Lying on a blanket

side by side

shoulders touching

breath hitched

desperate for him to climb all over me

determined not to make the first move

Because I didn’t do re-runs.

But already he was looking like one.

I laced my fingers in his

and turned his way

a mischievous grin curving my lips

and thought to myself

“this motherfucker is finally going to kiss me

and then maybe he’ll grow some balls

and fuck me, too.”

I licked my parted lips

and waited

thinking on all the ways

his long fingers could have their way with me

how his full lips would feel

exploring every curve and ridge of my body

and practically making myself come

as I imagined riding his big, thick dick

under that starry sky.

Of course, none of that happened.

Motherfucker didn’t even kiss me.

He was like a deer caught in the

bright of my desire

and I just couldn’t be bothered anymore.

I was too young to be wasting my time

on limp-dick motherfuckers

who shook in their shoes

every time I came around.

I pushed up from that gorgeous roof

and looked down on his stunning face

and cursed myself for believing

this time would be different

this time he would be man enough

to fuck me like I wanted

needed

deserved.

He had his chance

three times too many

and now

finally

it was official

I wasn’t playing.

We were done.

Finished.

That window closed.

My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. This week’s prompt was WINDOWS. It’s unedited and unscripted and just super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. It’s perfect in its imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

#ThursdayThoughts

Incredible Me

#SundaySnippet – DUTCH, The Keeper Series Book One

Arrogant, handsome, and detached, deadly assassin Dutch Mathew has an insatiable appetite for bourbon, cigarettes, and women. A Keeper for The Gate, the shadowy organization designed to control Death and her Poochas, those reclaimers helping the dead cross back to life, he has three simple rules for anyone sharing his bed: no talking, no kissing, no touching.

Juma Landry is all about talking and kissing and touching. The more talking and kissing and touching, the better.

And as one of Death’s Poochas, the best in fact, she is Dutch’s next assignment. He is tasked with ending each and every one of her nine lives but with her sharp banter, beautiful smile, and hips made for all kinds of wickedness, she isn’t going to make that easy.

Set in New York City and Trivandrum, DUTCH, book one in The Keeper Series, is a unique and sexy urban fairytale – a must read for anyone who likes their raunch with a twist of romance and a hint of magic.

Add it to your Goodreads “to read” shelf by clicking HERE and watch for it to hit stores this Fall 2015.

Michele, My Belle

For someone who loves playing around with words and fitting them together to make these smutty stories and kinda filthy poems, there are few things I find difficult to put down on paper. I can kill and maim and titillate and tease, and I love doing it. All of it.

But every so often there are moments I’m left a little speechless and words fail me.

This week I’ve been having some of those wordless moments where it’s difficult to give my thoughts and ideas the justice they’re due. However, now that it’s Friday and I’ve had some time for things to sit and simmer and marinate a bit, I think I’m ready to give it a shot.

If you’ve been following my blog for a while, or read my trilogy, The Sanctum, then you know my friend, Michele Mason Holmberg, designed the gorgeous and unique covers for those books.

They’re fucking stunning and I love them, mostly because they don’t fit the genre – there’s no girl with long, flowing hair, wielding a weapon with a wicked gleam in her eye. Instead, there’s the outline of a woman’s curves that is artsy and sophisticated and utterly original. A hint of something quite magical.

Michele continued working her gangsta for books II and III and I really didn’t think she could outdo herself after the brilliance she displayed when designing The Prophecy. That silhouette of Wyatt and Dev to this day grabs me and gets me all in the feels.

 

But I was wrong because my favorite Art Bitch has gone and done it again.

Last weekend I hit her up, told her I needed a cover for Dutch, I wanted it stark and simple and chic, but also a little scary. I told her I wanted some sort of symbol for Dutch somewhere small on the cover and then maybe Juma, for book two, could have her own symbol and then I sent her a very artsy drawing of Ganesha and threw around suggestions like cigarettes and bourbon. And Michele, being the patient and loving friend she is, listened to it all. All of my nonsense and babbling and talking about other projects I want to start – she heard me out, then told me to wait a second, and a few minutes later, sent me my cover.

And I was rendered speechless.

Because she’s an Art Bitch, the baddest one I know, and that’s how she gets down.

It’s sexy and scary at the same time and so, so Dutch. And I totally can’t wait to reveal it, but that’s another post for another day.

Right now, I want to tell her thank you, in a very public way, one that might not be her favorite because for some reason she likes to keep her gangsta on the down low, but I’m going to do it anyway. Michele is the best and I’m really so lucky she’s in my life – not just for the stunning covers she designs on my measly budgets, but also for the magic of her friendship, the generosity of her spirit, and her banging ass quinoa salad.

I love you, girl.

#WednesdayFreeWrite – RIPE

RIPE

Render me senseless with your beautiful words

and delicious mouth

and filthy tongue

make my pulse race with the sexy of your intelligence

and your cutting wit

and your sharp humor

In you I lose myself to touches

and sighs

and otherwordly moans

I find myself surrounded by heat

and lust

and crazy desire

Please

touch me

suck me

fuck me

don’t stop

when I scream

when I writhe

when I come

Envelope me

in the tangled mess that is you and me and us

wrap me in your arms

and legs

and heart

fuck me tonight

own me forever

as I am ripe for the picking

should you decide to make me yours

My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. It’s unedited and unscripted and just super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. It’s perfect in its imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

#ThursdayThoughts

Yeah, baby

#TeaserTuesday – DUTCH, The Keeper Series Book One

Dutch Mathew is a lethal killer for The Gate.

Juma Landry has nine lives.

He is tasked with ending each and every one of them.

She isn’t going to make that easy.

DUTCH

The Keeper Series Book One

coming soon

If you love your raunch with a twist of romance, then make sure to add DUTCH to your Goodreads “to read” shelf by clicking HERE

MONSTER, MONSTER!

It’s time, peeps.

Not for Kanye – I just love that song and couldn’t resist the chance to include it in a blog post. And I know, my adoration of Kanye is considered by many to be a serious character flaw, but whatever. I never told y’all motherfuckers I was perfect.

Anyway, what I’m really wanting to go off about is the launch of MONSTER, book IV in Kayti Nika Raet’s The Outsider Chronicles. It drops tomorrow and to celebrate, she’s throwing a badass party from 6-10 pm, chock full of authors and books, tons of swag and of course, all kinds of swagger.

You don’t want to wake up Sunday morning and find out you missed all the shenanigans and seriously, Kayti is awesome and her series is the shit.

I say it all the time – you want The Outsider Chronicles in your life.

I would not lead you astray, people.

Come to the party.

Get the books.

Meet Niko.

Develop a new appreciation for a baseball bat.

Fall in love with a badass girl and her even bigger badass creator.

I’ll even hand over the link to the party: MONSTER launch party

Now you have no excuse.

I fully expect to see you there tomorrow night. I’m there from 8:30-9 so come say hi, win some books, meet Dutch and Juma and shoot the shit.

Don’t make me come find you.

#WednesdayFreeWrite – RORSCHACH

RORSCHACH

I saw it and couldn’t see a thing

my mind drew a blank

the word made no sense

evoked no image

I came back to it all day

and still nothing

but frustration and irritation

and everything but what I needed

inspiration

And I know

she wants us to write anyway

but it would have been nonsensical

or a blank page

and I’m cool with neither

Plus, I made the mistake

of checking out

what others’ produced

just a skim

a peek

a word here a word there

and I knew I was fucked

Because even after cheating

I still didn’t get it

Also, their words were beautiful

and moving

and deep

And me

nothing

Rather like my day

all motions

no substance

Perfect performance

with no soul

There’s no piece of me left anywhere

on anything I touched

Come here she whispered

as I unburdened myself

while shedding my bra

and panties

and makeup

Unburdening my body

of the burdens of girliness

But she can’t make it better

with her lips

and her fingers

and her tongue

which I know is her plan

because when I open myself to her

and release my thoughts

my fears

my insecurities

she falls a little harder for me

I think it was a bear

but maybe I only think that

because I fucking cheated

and read other posts

And if I’m being honest

with myself

and others

to my hardly discerning or sophisticated eye

it looks like an amoeba

which also seems like cheating

because duh

every Rorschach looks like an ameoba

I hate shit like this

Why she whispers

slipping behind me

without me knowing

because I was too caught up in castigating myself

and my unsophisticated eye

Her breath ghosts along the blade of my shoulder

warm

and her fingers

where they rest on my hip

burn

and she knows this

And even though I don’t want to be distracted

by her

and her tender touch

and her warm mouth

and her very skilled fingers

She persists

her hands knowing all of my spots

Answer me she insists

And I do

because sometimes it’s nice

to feel her breath in my ear

and her lips on my nipples

and her tongue in my pussy

and other times it’s nice

to bitch and moan

about that fucking Rorschach

that goddamned amoeba

My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted for my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. It’s an unedited free write and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week, although I must admit this week’s prompt left me blank and I still don’t know why. Even now, when I look at what I wrote, it’s basically a poem about my current residence in the state of blank. But like I always say, it’s perfect in its imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

#ThursdayThoughts

Please. Yes. More.