Friday, May 27, 2016

Taste of Lacey

In this sensual interracial romance, when friends become lovers, desires are discovered and then explored...over and over again.
Can Lacey trust her heart to Rye, a known womanizer? Or should she listen to the naysayers who warn that he can never be a one woman man?
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Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Jax has no Doubts...

“Are you sure you don’t need a drink? Not everybody can handle my family without having something to dull the senses.”

Jax laughed and shook his head. “They can’t be any worse than my dad. And no alcohol for me; Hank Hawthorne drinks enough for all of us.”

Mila took a weary breath and placed her hand on her mother’s front doorknob. “Last chance. You ready?”

Standing behind her, Jax wrapped his arms around her waist and dropped a kiss on the sensitive curve of her neck. The small brush of his lips made her tingle. “You gonna let me at least get to third base tonight to soothe my ego if it gets trampled?”

She turned to face him, giving a quick nod.

“Then let the bashing begin.”

Mila sent up a prayer for the safety of her boyfriend, boyfriend, and opened the door. They’d decided on the term last week at dinner. Now her family’s potential reaction sent her stress level to the ceiling. She led him straight to the kitchen. The second she laid eyes on her mother’s petite form, Mila’s anxiety decreased to a manageable level.

“Hi Mom.” Mila couldn’t help the big grin consuming her face. She bent and hugged her mother.

“Hi, honey,” her mother’s husky voice was full of warmth. As always, it soothed Mila’s rattled nerves.

“Mom, this is Jaxon Hawthorne. My boyfriend.” She stepped beside him and wrapped her arm around his lean waist. “Jax, my mother, Asha Vincent.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mrs. Vincent.”

Her mother wiped her hands on a dishtowel as she studied Jax from head to toe. Not a hint of smile adorned her smooth honey-brown face. Mila’s breath hung in her throat as her heart thumped an out of rhythm staccato. Her mother knew Mila was seeing Jax, but not that he was white. Mila hoped the omission wouldn’t bite her in the ass.

Finally, her mother dropped the towel on the countertop before crossing her arms over her generous bosom, a feature she hadn’t passed along to either of her daughters.

“Jax, have you ever been married?” her mom asked, her beautiful face devoid of expression.

“No ma’am.”

“Do you have any children?”

“None that I’m aware of, ma’am.”

“Do you have a job?”

Jax gave a little husky laugh. “Yes ma’am.”

Her mother was quiet for another moment. “If all that’s true, I’d say somebody raised you right.” She turned toward the granite island and picked up a hulking bowl of baked beans. “Take this to the serving table. After my brother says grace, Mila will fix you a plate and you two will sit next to me.”

Mila’s heart started beating at regular speed again as Jax took the container. He made it through the first round. Her relief was almost tangible as she watched him walk toward the door in his long, lust-invoking stride.

“And Jax?” He paused and turned to face her mother. “I don’t care what color your skin is. Around here it just has to be thick.”

He nodded and gave a look that screamed confidence and a bit of arrogance.

“Mrs. Vincent, I have no doubt I can handle anything that comes my way.”

Mila couldn’t control the little whimper that escaped her throat, or the fact that her panties were now damp. His response was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. If he kept this up, he wouldn’t have to worry about third base; he might be in homerun territory.

Conversation between Lena Bishop and Kyle Bishop...

“We’re almost ready,” his mother said in a singsong voice. “Everybody’s here who is supposed to be, and we’re right on time. Kyle, can you seat Mother at the dining room table please?” She called as she passed by after taking the tray out of the huge stainless steel refrigerator.

Propped in the pantry doorway, Kyle didn’t immediately respond, even after his mom paused and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“I know you heard me, now I need you to put the words into action,” she said.

Yes maam, Kyle muttered but he still didnt move. He was hung over and still in a state of shock about Rye and Lacey, which made it unsettling to move. Hed had the whole night and a tortuous two hours during church service to consider the concept, he was still mad as hell. Rye was his best friend, but he was also the same man whod had so much pussy his dick should have its own area code.

He questioned how Lacey could look past Rye’s history with so many women. Hell, he’d seen Rye in action too many times to count and she had too. In fact he and Rye often went out together and did what they needed to do with plenty of willing females. It was amazing to watch unfold. An attractive woman would catch Rye’s eye, he’d flash that lopsided smile and bam, the lady opened her legs, mouth or any damn other orifice that Rye wanted for as long as he wanted. Then he walked away before doing it all over again with someone else. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Now Lacey, his sister, the last person he expected to fall under Rye’s spell had been added to the long list of conquered women. The mothafucker.

Kyle Bishop. What is wrong with you? Move it! His mother shrilled. Kyle, ignoring her rave, decided to enlist the troops for the cause. There was no way he was going to let his sister be used. They were the only ones in the spacious kitchen, but he pulled his mother into the pantry, pan of bruschetta and all, and closed the door.



Son, have you lost your mind? Lena stared at her oldest child like he had grown three heads. Didnt he know they were only ten minutes from show time? Her Sunday brunches were famous for being beautiful and filling while harmonious. Not once had they started behind schedule. People were waiting and she was not going to break her streak. If her child had flipped, shed have to get him some psychiatric help, but much later, after lunch.

Whatever is going on in your head had better be explained quickly.

Did you know about Lacey and Rye?

Lena paused, but kept her expression neutral. Yes she knew, and was livid about it, but she couldnt deal with that little issue right now. Once again her middle child had thrown her for a loop with her latest act of defiance. Of course it hurt that Lacey hadnt shared the news with her own mother first hand, but that was to be expected. That child knew how to keep he mouth closed until the last possible moment about news that could shake someone to the core. I'm not going to Spelman. I'm not getting married. I'm not going into real estate. I'm going to be a cook, chef, whatever, Lena was always the last to know. When was Lacey going to learn that different wasnt always better?

And her dear husband had been just as devious in the way hed made the announcement. Just as dawn was breaking, hed made fierce love to her, had really given it to her good and just as her trembling subsided he broke the news about Lacey and Rye. Of course shed hit the ceilingin fact had lost her religion for a few minutes as she ranted and raved about her child carrying on with a white boy. Never mind that Rye was loved by them all and practically a member of the family.  Because she wasnt given the chance to intervene, her baby was going to be subjected to a life of ridicule and misery, and she simply would not stand for it.

She immediately reached for her cell phone where Laceys number was programmed. When she realized the phone was nowhere to be found, she marched stark naked to her home office, pulled out her old-fashioned rolodex and reached for the house phone to call Lacey and to give her a piece of her mind. Then she realized the handset was gone. She raced to every room in the house where an outlet extension was supposed to be to find not a single one. That rotten snake of a husband, knowing her so well, had removed all of the phones from the house.  Not to be outdone, she took a quick shower and dressed with the intent of driving to Laceys house. When she went to grab her keys from the crystal bowl in the hallway, they were gone. As were all the keys to every vehicle that she and her husband owned. Even the spare sets in the safe had been confiscated.

All the while her husband sat at the breakfast table reading the paper without saying a word as she ran around the house like a crazy person. When she realized she couldnt call anybody, couldnt go anywhere, she got ready for church and sat on the living room sofa. There she waited for John to take her to the early service they always attended on second Sundays so that she could come back and prepare dinner. Not a word was spoken until she reached her regular pew with a pasted on a smile for the other parishioners. For John she had a snarl. On the way back home, the only words spoken came from him when he said leave it alone, Lena.

After church, shed donned an apron and started laying out her feast, forced to put her childs betrayal on the backburner while she entertained a more than a dozen people. She could do no less, because it was expected of her, and she would deliver. Even if at this moment Kyle had her trapped in the pantry.

I heard about the happy couple this morning, Lena confirmed. How long have you known about it?

Just found out last night. Even when he told me I didnt believe that bastard until I saw it with my own eyes. I wanted to tear his arm out of the socket for touching her. Do you know how many women his hands have been on?

Remembering Johns warning, Lena decided to play it safe for the time being. She had people to feed. Actually I dont want to know, and I dont have time for this right now. Open the door.

Kyle frowned at her calm words. Youre okay with them being together?

Lena pursed her lips in frustration at her otherwise smart child. Kyle Bishop, I do not have time for this. Now kindly open the door, see to your grandmother like I told you. Keep it together until all of our guests have left. Do you understand me?

Instead of answering, Kyle scowled and pulled open the door. Lena closed her eyes and said the prayer shed been too angry to voice during service this morning and made her way to the dining room with a dazzling smile.

Shed already decided she would punish her husband and well for keeping her in the dark about Lacey and Rye. It would be at least a month until John even got a peak at her woman bits. If she could hold out until then.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Getting back to my passion...

Hello all,

I've missed each of you!

No, I didn't hitch a ride on that satellite to Mars...I was right here on Earth determined to slay dragons and defeat a beast.

As many of you know, I am a breast cancer survivor. Well, I just had another go 'round against that son of a @!#$. I started having problems this past fall, but didn't recognize the symptoms right off. In my teeny little mind, after twelve years I was well beyond worrying about such a pesky opponent.

I was wrong.

After a routine mammogram, I was diagnosed with an invasive, aggressive carcinoma. Since then, I've been in an all-out war. Doctor appointments. Tests. Hospitals. Treatments. A radical mastectomy. I'm still recovering but out of the woods.

It's been a rough road, but I'm approaching a sweet spot because you helped me through. Each email, message, thought and prayer gave me strength. Your interest kept characters alive in my head, and I cannot wait to share their voices with you.

Thank you for caring.

Thank you for being patient.

Thank you for inspiring me.

Do me a favor, though. Please perform your monthly self-breast check. Please schedule and keep appointments for your mammograms. This simple routine saved my life...again.

Looking forward,


Friday, October 10, 2014

Jax, Jax, Jax...

Unedited Excerpt...For Mature Audiences Only

“I knew you’d be fierce,” he rasped as he swept his hand up and down her back, stopping just short of the curve of her behind. Mercy, it felt so good.

Jax slanted his mouth over hers and claimed her tongue like a hungry shark at feeding time. Damn, he was potent. At some point she latched her hands onto his shoulders before weaving her fingers through his thick, dark hair. It was so short it didn’t even cover her digits, but touching the silky stands was a sensual act in itself. Every atom of her femininity demanded she get next to this man, this stranger who seemed to have some magnetic pull over her. She didn’t have a choice. Of their own accord, her stiletto-encased feet carried her toward him.

“More. I need more,” he said in a husky command.

A breathy moan left her lips when he licked the artery pulsing wildly just below her ear, following it down her neck to her shoulder blade. At the same time, his large palms cupped both her butt cheeks and pulled her flush against his hard length. Oh, the heat. The fire he generated over her entire body was so intense the emerald green gown she wore mimicked the texture of rope fiber instead of fine silk. He pushed the bodice aside to expose her hard-tipped breast to the cool night air. The relief was immediate. The flames returned ten-fold though when he latched his lips onto her puckered nipple and sucked.

“Oh, God,” she choked out. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed her chest forward until his mouth widened over her entire sensitive mound. Not a single thought was given to the possibility that someone could happen upon them in such an intimate embrace. With every deep pull of his mouth, a corresponding blast of pleasure worked through her core, making her throb. When he ground his hard length against her center, moisture saturated her miniscule panties.

“I knew you’d feel amazing,” he moaned between licks and soft bites against her rigid crest. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Mila’s eyes popped open and she pushed against Jax’s shoulders with both hands.

“Get out of here? And go where?” Her breath came in spurts and her head was packed with cotton but she wasn’t so far gone she didn’t have any common sense.

Jax frowned as he looked down at her. His mouth was so plump and sexy after their kiss she longed to feel it again, but now wasn’t the time.

“My place, yours, a hotel, I don’t care. Anywhere we can finish this.”

Mila stepped out of his arms and propped her hands on her hips. “Let me get this straight. You actually think I’m giving you some pussy tonight and I just met you all of three seconds ago?”

Wednesday, July 9, 2014


According to Merriam-Webster, the definition of 'FOCUS'-
noun: focus; plural noun: foci; plural noun: focuses
  1. 1.
    the center of interest or activity.
    "this generation has made the environment a focus of attention"
    synonyms:center, focal point, central point, center of attention, hub, pivot, nucleus, heart, core, cornerstone, linchpin, cynosure
    "schools are a focus of community life"

I have quieted many of the ever-present voices in my head constantly clamoring for attention. I've even chastised the more aggressive ones (they capitulated, by the way). I have defined my goal, narrowed my creative energies, and called on my muse. I've embraced ideas from supporters, and having absorbed lessons from critics, prepared my tools for battle.

I am now FOCUSED on Jax and Mila-"I Do...Unless I Don't", in tune with them to the exclusion of all others. This wonderful couple now solely commands my attention. When I'm done, hopefully you too will want to focus on them...

In the meantime, please let me hear from you:


Monday, June 30, 2014

From the Cutting Room Floor 5

More conversation between Rye's Parents (At their house after Rye found out about Lacey's date)

“Does your son know it’s the middle of summer,” Emily Ann asked absently as she tried once again to curl a stubborn sliver of chocolate into a flower petal. When it broke into several tiny pieces, she threw up her hands, her frustration obvious.

“Why don’t you take a break and try again later? You’ve been working on that one section for an hour,” Jackson advised gruffly, looking over the top of his newspaper.

He and Emily Ann were in the kitchen, him at the breakfast table, her at the granite-topped island, both periodically peering out the picture window at Rye in the backyard. His son, donned only in an old pair of old basketball shorts, was chopping his second cord of firewood of the day. It didn’t seem to matter that it was early June. Sunday after returning from their visit with Jensen in New York, they’d discovered Rye holed-up in the woodworking shop. Today was Tuesday, and Rye hadn’t once ventured over to spend any time with them. Emily Ann was about to drive him insane with her worrying.

This morning for his daily walk he just happened to end up next door, spotting John gathering vegetables from the garden. As Jackson had suspected, John relayed there had been some friction with Rye and Lacey on Sunday. Enough said. His son had woman problems.

“Are you going to talk to him?” Emily Ann asked for the hundredth time as she agonized over the instruction sheet for the curling set. “I don’t understand why I have to keep prodding you to check on your own child. I would talk to him myself but obviously it’s not something he needs his mother for.”

Jackson sighed and turned the page of his paper. “He’s a man, Emily Ann. Sometimes you have to let a man work things out in his own time,” Jackson muttered even as he cast another concerned glance at his son.

“Yes, and I know a man who’ll have to work some things out all by himself, too, unless he checks on my baby,” Emily Ann said, sending a pointed look at his crotch. Then she returned to studying the instructions laid out in front of her, as if she hadn’t just brought out the biggest gun she owned and aimed it at him.

Suddenly, as if he was on fire, Jackson walked out the patio door to the backyard. As he walked, he shook his head and berated the weakness of his flesh, but he wasn’t taking any chances.