B. Buena's Blog: This Week's Words Of Love-Desire, Lust and Love - Posts Tagged "fiction"
It's Matthew...
He's moved on, but she's stubborn, refusing to let him go.
Old love never dies...
Matthew. Coming next Spring.
Hi All,
Come with me and get lost in the music that continues to inspire me as MATTHEW lives in my head.
B
Listen to the song...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWEK4...
Old love never dies...
Matthew. Coming next Spring.
Hi All,
Come with me and get lost in the music that continues to inspire me as MATTHEW lives in my head.
B
Listen to the song...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWEK4...
Summer Nights With A "Stranger"
Hello All,
Coming soon - my next Goodreads Giveaway of my most popular novel, THE STRANGER.
Time to while away the lazy summer days and nights by getting lost in a sensual fantasy.
"THE STRANGER" Giveaway is coming July, 2017.
Check back in the coming days for details.
Best,
B Buena
The Stranger
Coming soon - my next Goodreads Giveaway of my most popular novel, THE STRANGER.
Time to while away the lazy summer days and nights by getting lost in a sensual fantasy.
"THE STRANGER" Giveaway is coming July, 2017.
Check back in the coming days for details.
Best,
B Buena
The Stranger
Inspiration In Music - THE STRANGER
A selection from my Music Playlist
-from "THE STRANGER"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEodn...
The Stranger
-from "THE STRANGER"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEodn...
The Stranger
Getting You In The Mood For THE STRANGER
Listen to one of the songs that inspired me as I wrote the story of Michel and Nyah. And don't forget to enter to win a paperback copy of THE STRANGER beginning July 3rd!
Best,
B
The Stranger
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWSRt...
Best,
B
The Stranger
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWSRt...
Enter my Goodreads Giveaway for THE STRANGER Now!
Hi All,
This is the last week to enter my Goodreads Giveaway for a signed copy of the paperback edition of THE STRANGER. Contest ends July 20th, so enter today!
See the link below.
This is the last week to enter my Goodreads Giveaway for a signed copy of the paperback edition of THE STRANGER. Contest ends July 20th, so enter today!
See the link below.
THE STRANGERS Goodreads Giveaway Winners!
Hello Readers,
CONGRATULATIONS to the winners of my July, 2017 Goodreads Giveaway for THE STRANGER! Your books will soon be on the way.
Enjoy the love story of Michel Atherton and Nyah Morrell as you savor the long, lazy days and warm nights of summer.
And a special thanks to all of you for submitting your entries. Looking forward to presenting you with another Giveaway Spring, 2018.
Best,
B
The Stranger
CONGRATULATIONS to the winners of my July, 2017 Goodreads Giveaway for THE STRANGER! Your books will soon be on the way.
Enjoy the love story of Michel Atherton and Nyah Morrell as you savor the long, lazy days and warm nights of summer.
And a special thanks to all of you for submitting your entries. Looking forward to presenting you with another Giveaway Spring, 2018.
Best,
B
The Stranger
It's all about HIM!
It's hard to focus on anything else nowadays. I wake up with thoughts of him. Each day I fight for time to be with him. And as for my nights...they're all about HIM.
MATTHEW
Coming next Spring.
Here is one of my music inspirations.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFLhG...
B
MATTHEW
Coming next Spring.
Here is one of my music inspirations.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFLhG...
B
Pain, Lust, Love
For six months he'd lusted after her.
For six months he'd been unable to dull the pain.
Time, in fact, had only served to sharpen his hunger.
Daylight didn't erase her image. At night she haunted his dreams. Her face, the curves of her body, the color of her skin, the taste of her...he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would never get enough.
She was his Brielle Rose. She was the only woman he'd ever truly loved.
And he wanted her back.
Brielle and Matthew...Spring, 2018.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGwWN...
For six months he'd been unable to dull the pain.
Time, in fact, had only served to sharpen his hunger.
Daylight didn't erase her image. At night she haunted his dreams. Her face, the curves of her body, the color of her skin, the taste of her...he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would never get enough.
She was his Brielle Rose. She was the only woman he'd ever truly loved.
And he wanted her back.
Brielle and Matthew...Spring, 2018.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGwWN...
The Bad And The Good
To My Readers and Followers,
The Bad-My release date for my latest novel was delayed. (Life got in the way for a couple of months. Sigh!)
The Good-My next novel is just a few weeks away (Finally!) and I'm starting to get excited. Can't wait to introduce you to Matthew and Brielle, my newest IR couple. Their journey is one of intrigue, sexual attraction, heartache and, as always, LOVE.
We all need a Matthew Montgomery in our lives to fill our days, nights and hearts and to give us that ultimate "HEA".
I hope you enjoy reading about Matthew and Brielle's journey as much as I have enjoyed living it with them.
Love,
B
A tender reminder of one of their bittersweet moments...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWn7P...
The Bad-My release date for my latest novel was delayed. (Life got in the way for a couple of months. Sigh!)
The Good-My next novel is just a few weeks away (Finally!) and I'm starting to get excited. Can't wait to introduce you to Matthew and Brielle, my newest IR couple. Their journey is one of intrigue, sexual attraction, heartache and, as always, LOVE.
We all need a Matthew Montgomery in our lives to fill our days, nights and hearts and to give us that ultimate "HEA".
I hope you enjoy reading about Matthew and Brielle's journey as much as I have enjoyed living it with them.
Love,
B
A tender reminder of one of their bittersweet moments...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWn7P...
A Taste Of Matthew...
Chapter One
Matthew Montgomery sat impatiently in the uncomfortable, white cloth covered, reserved wooden chair. He had called in a last minute favor for the coveted seat-stage right, end of the runway-just so that he could get a full-on look of her the moment she hit the runway. Unbuttoning his suit jacket, he leaned back against the white cardboard sign that displayed the name “MATTHEW MONTGOMERY”, printed in bold, black letters.
Outwardly he was the picture of calm, but his insides roiled with anxious anticipation. It had been six months…. These words had become his mantra, repeating themselves in his head daily. His mind, and his body, struggled with the oppressive state of his need for her each day that passed. ... Then, forty-eight hours ago, he threw up his hands in surrender. He’d finally had enough. He called in a favor to secure a ticket for the designer show and his present coveted seat. Then he had dropped everything, grabbed the next available first class ticket from Edinburgh to Miami, and had flown to Palm Beach for the season’s first show after being personally assured by the head of the design staff that she was opening the show.
Scanning the crowded room, his thoughts were suddenly seized by the image of her face. Closing his eyes, he pictured the smooth, rich, amber skin and the head full of out of control hair that seemed to be affected by each sudden weather change. Her beautiful, delicate face and long limbs were a constant turn-on for him. As the image of her chocolate brown eyes, straight nose and perfect, full lips remained in his head, he felt his body stir, as it always did. Crossing his legs to conceal any potentially embarrassing physical display ... he slowly opened his eyes.
Opposite him, the chairs on the other side of the runway, like the rest of the room, were filled to capacity. The end of the runway had been reserved for photographers. The perimeter of the room was filled with “standing room only” guests. Their tickets had been purchased at a discounted price, allowing them to attend the event to watch the unveiling of the designer’s new spring/summer collection without absorbing the full cost of the assigned seats paid for by those who could afford them.
Matthew’s eyes stopped at the two young women seated directly across from him, blatantly staring in his direction. The bold looks were not uncommon. At six feet-two inches, tanned skin contrasting with piercing ocean blue eyes and thick, dark brown hair kissed by the sun, he was a sight to behold. When one added his family’s history and amassed fortune to the mix, he was irresistible....
He nodded at the two women, acknowledging the broad smiles that indicated their silent approval. On the left, the attractive face of the blonde woman was heavily made up, too much so for Matthew’s taste. Her bright blue eyes were made even larger by the thickly drawn kohl black rims encircling them. Her streaked tresses were long and straight, falling several inches below her neck. The enhanced lips, breasts, cinched waist and precariously high heels were designed to lure men to her side, and quite effectively, Matthew was sure. Sitting to her left, her tall, dark friend had a definite Grace Jones vibe about her. Short, natural hair, brown/black eyes, thick, richly coated red lips that would make it all but impossible for a man to talk to her without thinking about what she might do with that mouth. Long, thin limbs and a slender, toned body made her an overall more attractive package in the fashion world.
One well-defined brow arched questioningly as the black woman’s lips slowly parted. Matthew watched the tip of her pink tongue appear at one corner of her mouth, then slowly travel across her bottom lip. There was a time when he would have found the invitation irresistible. Meeting her eyes, he gave a barely perceptible shake of his head, one corner of his mouth turned up in an apologetic half smile. “Sorry, but no thanks,” the silent response intimated.
The woman’s full, lower lip protruded briefly in a sexy pout. With the shrug of one shoulder, she smiled, then mouthed the words, “Maybe next time.”
Matthew returned the smile with his own drop dead gorgeous one. Both women reacted simultaneously. The blond feigned a dizzying spell as she began to rapidly fan herself with one hand. The black woman mouthed a silent “Holy fuck!”, then bit the bottom right corner of her lucious lips. Matthew laughed out loud in spite of himself, drawing a few curious stares.
The room suddenly darkened, immediately silencing the crowd.
The music began filling the large room with several single lyrical notes. A large white spotlight appeared on stage. In the glow of the bright light a ballerina, dressed in an ivory tutu, was posed in fourth position. Motionless, she grabbed the complete attention of the audience as the music slowly progressed. All eyes followed her when she moved, stretching and jumping as she began making her way down the runway. Hypnotized by the fluidity of her body, the crowd was unnaturally quiet. They watched every kick, every jump, every flick of the wrist. Reaching the end of the runway, she made a graceful turn and made her way back to the stage in a series of pique turns. At the top of the stage, her body once again froze in fourth positon as the spotlight darkened and the music slowly faded. The only sound now heard in the room was of a loud, ticking clock…
The guests jumped in unison as the music suddenly exploded, filling every corner of the open space. An exquisite, tall, slender woman dressed in royal red burst forth through the curtains from stage right. Her gleaming, brown skin and wildly-styled, long dark hair captured and captivated every eye in the room. As she started down the runway, her exaggerated, graceful strides were met with an explosion of approving shrieks and loud applause from the audience. The rich, red hue of the wide-legged pantsuit and red leather four inch pumps seemed to only enhance her beautiful, smooth skin with cheeks touched by a hint of rose blush, heavily made up dark eyes, full, moist, red lips and thick, untamed hair.
Matthew stilled. It was as if all the air had suddenly been forced from his lungs. Frozen in place, he was completely riveted by the vision in front of him.
His heart tightened in his chest as he watched, mesmerized. It was her, making her way toward him. He sat helplessly, taking in the sight of her as if he were a man in desperate need of oxygen. And she strode confidently toward him, ready to breathe life back into his body.
Her face devoid of expression, she looked neither left nor right until she neared the end of the runway. As if drawn by an invisible magnet, her head slowly turned to the right and tilted downward until her eyes locked on his. Her eyes widened ever so slightly. She hesitated for a moment, as if trying to avoid stumbling. Quickly recovering, she reached the end of the runway, paused for the photographers, then turned on her heels, retracing her steps back up the center of the runway toward the stage.
Matthew watched as she exited stage left. He suddenly breathed in, realizing for the first time that he had not taken a single breath the entire time she was onstage.
He closed his eyes, taking in several more controlled breaths as he finally understood the state of his emotions for the past six months. This was why he had to come tonight. The sight of her on the runway had brought the mental clarity he had been seeking front and center.
There was no question about it. He was completely lost and in love with that woman...with his Brielle Rose.
Copyright 2018 by B Buena
All Rights Reserved.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VI1V0...
Matthew Montgomery sat impatiently in the uncomfortable, white cloth covered, reserved wooden chair. He had called in a last minute favor for the coveted seat-stage right, end of the runway-just so that he could get a full-on look of her the moment she hit the runway. Unbuttoning his suit jacket, he leaned back against the white cardboard sign that displayed the name “MATTHEW MONTGOMERY”, printed in bold, black letters.
Outwardly he was the picture of calm, but his insides roiled with anxious anticipation. It had been six months…. These words had become his mantra, repeating themselves in his head daily. His mind, and his body, struggled with the oppressive state of his need for her each day that passed. ... Then, forty-eight hours ago, he threw up his hands in surrender. He’d finally had enough. He called in a favor to secure a ticket for the designer show and his present coveted seat. Then he had dropped everything, grabbed the next available first class ticket from Edinburgh to Miami, and had flown to Palm Beach for the season’s first show after being personally assured by the head of the design staff that she was opening the show.
Scanning the crowded room, his thoughts were suddenly seized by the image of her face. Closing his eyes, he pictured the smooth, rich, amber skin and the head full of out of control hair that seemed to be affected by each sudden weather change. Her beautiful, delicate face and long limbs were a constant turn-on for him. As the image of her chocolate brown eyes, straight nose and perfect, full lips remained in his head, he felt his body stir, as it always did. Crossing his legs to conceal any potentially embarrassing physical display ... he slowly opened his eyes.
Opposite him, the chairs on the other side of the runway, like the rest of the room, were filled to capacity. The end of the runway had been reserved for photographers. The perimeter of the room was filled with “standing room only” guests. Their tickets had been purchased at a discounted price, allowing them to attend the event to watch the unveiling of the designer’s new spring/summer collection without absorbing the full cost of the assigned seats paid for by those who could afford them.
Matthew’s eyes stopped at the two young women seated directly across from him, blatantly staring in his direction. The bold looks were not uncommon. At six feet-two inches, tanned skin contrasting with piercing ocean blue eyes and thick, dark brown hair kissed by the sun, he was a sight to behold. When one added his family’s history and amassed fortune to the mix, he was irresistible....
He nodded at the two women, acknowledging the broad smiles that indicated their silent approval. On the left, the attractive face of the blonde woman was heavily made up, too much so for Matthew’s taste. Her bright blue eyes were made even larger by the thickly drawn kohl black rims encircling them. Her streaked tresses were long and straight, falling several inches below her neck. The enhanced lips, breasts, cinched waist and precariously high heels were designed to lure men to her side, and quite effectively, Matthew was sure. Sitting to her left, her tall, dark friend had a definite Grace Jones vibe about her. Short, natural hair, brown/black eyes, thick, richly coated red lips that would make it all but impossible for a man to talk to her without thinking about what she might do with that mouth. Long, thin limbs and a slender, toned body made her an overall more attractive package in the fashion world.
One well-defined brow arched questioningly as the black woman’s lips slowly parted. Matthew watched the tip of her pink tongue appear at one corner of her mouth, then slowly travel across her bottom lip. There was a time when he would have found the invitation irresistible. Meeting her eyes, he gave a barely perceptible shake of his head, one corner of his mouth turned up in an apologetic half smile. “Sorry, but no thanks,” the silent response intimated.
The woman’s full, lower lip protruded briefly in a sexy pout. With the shrug of one shoulder, she smiled, then mouthed the words, “Maybe next time.”
Matthew returned the smile with his own drop dead gorgeous one. Both women reacted simultaneously. The blond feigned a dizzying spell as she began to rapidly fan herself with one hand. The black woman mouthed a silent “Holy fuck!”, then bit the bottom right corner of her lucious lips. Matthew laughed out loud in spite of himself, drawing a few curious stares.
The room suddenly darkened, immediately silencing the crowd.
The music began filling the large room with several single lyrical notes. A large white spotlight appeared on stage. In the glow of the bright light a ballerina, dressed in an ivory tutu, was posed in fourth position. Motionless, she grabbed the complete attention of the audience as the music slowly progressed. All eyes followed her when she moved, stretching and jumping as she began making her way down the runway. Hypnotized by the fluidity of her body, the crowd was unnaturally quiet. They watched every kick, every jump, every flick of the wrist. Reaching the end of the runway, she made a graceful turn and made her way back to the stage in a series of pique turns. At the top of the stage, her body once again froze in fourth positon as the spotlight darkened and the music slowly faded. The only sound now heard in the room was of a loud, ticking clock…
The guests jumped in unison as the music suddenly exploded, filling every corner of the open space. An exquisite, tall, slender woman dressed in royal red burst forth through the curtains from stage right. Her gleaming, brown skin and wildly-styled, long dark hair captured and captivated every eye in the room. As she started down the runway, her exaggerated, graceful strides were met with an explosion of approving shrieks and loud applause from the audience. The rich, red hue of the wide-legged pantsuit and red leather four inch pumps seemed to only enhance her beautiful, smooth skin with cheeks touched by a hint of rose blush, heavily made up dark eyes, full, moist, red lips and thick, untamed hair.
Matthew stilled. It was as if all the air had suddenly been forced from his lungs. Frozen in place, he was completely riveted by the vision in front of him.
His heart tightened in his chest as he watched, mesmerized. It was her, making her way toward him. He sat helplessly, taking in the sight of her as if he were a man in desperate need of oxygen. And she strode confidently toward him, ready to breathe life back into his body.
Her face devoid of expression, she looked neither left nor right until she neared the end of the runway. As if drawn by an invisible magnet, her head slowly turned to the right and tilted downward until her eyes locked on his. Her eyes widened ever so slightly. She hesitated for a moment, as if trying to avoid stumbling. Quickly recovering, she reached the end of the runway, paused for the photographers, then turned on her heels, retracing her steps back up the center of the runway toward the stage.
Matthew watched as she exited stage left. He suddenly breathed in, realizing for the first time that he had not taken a single breath the entire time she was onstage.
He closed his eyes, taking in several more controlled breaths as he finally understood the state of his emotions for the past six months. This was why he had to come tonight. The sight of her on the runway had brought the mental clarity he had been seeking front and center.
There was no question about it. He was completely lost and in love with that woman...with his Brielle Rose.
Copyright 2018 by B Buena
All Rights Reserved.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VI1V0...
