|Posted on June 5, 2013 at 5:10 PM|
Off today and thought I would just hang out at Starbucks and check on how the books are doing, get some atmospheric blogs going on, and just do and be nothing for the day.
I shopped on a couple of writer's sites, and was very surprised to find that there is a lot of
out there! This I was shocked at too, because if I happen to be the next big thing in Paranormal Romance, there is no way I wouldn’t want to give the next writer all the tips I could to help them make it as well.
However, what I found were a lot of pretentious writers, authors and reviewers who think their booties don't stank, just like the rest of us.
At one site people even took issue with authors who posted their already published works (no not me! Lol), and said things like, this is not for you, go to the published page. Or if you want to add to this thread you need to be unpublished.
The famous one, they just erased the people’s links, post, and anything related to the person!
Way harsh y'all lol
But what I'm very surprised about, is this so called elite intellectual community of ours, where people supposedly aspire to assuage the minds of the public with both literature and meaning, who really are a bunch of school yard kids basically saying;
“If I can't be quarterback, then I'm taking my ball and going home!”
Then writing as a whole? I mean c'mon, why should any literature be pigeon holed, except by it's genre? Why should it be labeled as Black literature, Latino literature, Asian literature ect. I”ve never seen the title Caucasian literature?
Have you lol?
Seriously guys lol, I'm curious I wanna know lol. If you find it send it to me.
If I read Shakespeare, do I look for the title which states; written by a British white man, but its speculated that Phillip Marlo actually wrote it?
So why is it implied by a label that any book that is;
1. Written by a minority or
2. About minorities? Should be placed in another section away from the main stream.
Wtf is this?
Should not the book be reviewed or read because it’s a good book, not what color/race the character or the writer is?
But then if this were the case, I would be living in a euphoric, beatific, cool, crazy, delighted, dreamy, ecstatic, elated, enchanted, enraptured state of none existence, hahahaha;
Where Utopia actually exists.
This truly pisses me off, because the vast majority of readers don't think like that, so who should some butthole in marketing? Then I guess I sorta look at Love through rose-colored glasses, because the person's race should not matter in love. If it did then I wouldn't be here, nor my kiddies.
Seriously, I am at a loss on how to market my own books lol!
I mean should it matter to the average reader that my main female character isn’t white if the story’s good? Should it matter to the African-American/White/ Chinese Japanese/ Hindu business ex ect., that my character is Latina and African?
All semantics to me, acceptable, allowable Bullshit that I find so irritating!
Wolves, Vamps and anything else supernatural is not normal in the first place; so why would any of this bollix matter when reading or writing paranormal? Or any other genre for that matter.
Lol, I swear it gets under my skin!!!
Anyway, after two cups of my amazing Starbuck’s Latte, I feel a bit better, but wired as hell!
What do they put in that coffee at SB
changes can bring about some of the most amazing adventures.
That?s exactly what Izobel Santos thought when she decided to chuck it all, and move from California to Louisiana to chase her dreams of opening a restaurant of her own.
In spite of this, sex, lies, without the video tape threaten to turn her once looked forward to venture into a nightmare; and it seems only one person knows the truth.
A past of pretext, deception and treachery jeopardize not only her dreams, but her life as well.
Can Izzy find the truth, before it?s too late?
Luc Moreau knew who she was from the moment he laid eyes on her. She looked so much like Sophia, that it was almost daunting! Yet from the moment his lips touched hers, he knew what his job was; to protect her from clandestine forces, and untold secrets of long ago, no matter what the cost?even if it might get them both killed!
As I maneuvered through the crowded dance floor, the music changed to this amazing seductive beat.
The waiter suddenly paused in front of me, and I looked up at him surprised.
?The host has sent this for the lovely lady.? He smiled behind the mask, and I frowned slightly.
I noticed the two glasses of champagne were tinted an electric green, then stared at them for several moments.
?Both?? I asked, my brows rising, and he nodded grinning.
?Seems he thinks you need to?loosen up a bit.? He laughed, and I frowned out right then.
I snatched both glasses off his tray, then commenced to down them both.
He threw his head back laughing, winked, then sauntered off.
I took a deep breath, then released it slowly.
I wasn?t sure why I was nervous, but something strange was in the air; and if I had to describe it, it was pure energy, but of a sexual nature.
I eased in between this dancing couple attempting to get to the middle of the dance floor.
I didn?t care if I would be dancing alone, but something about this song made me want?no need to dance.
I instantly realized it was Chibo Motto?s Sugar Water.
I closed my eyes behind the mask, and just allowed the music to envelope me, sighing as it seemed to take me higher.
But then again, it could have been the two glasses of champagne I?d just downed.
I felt some kind of electrical charge go through me, then gasped as I felt his presence.
Somehow even with my eyes closed, I knew it was him.
?I?d know this body anywhere.? He suddenly whispered into my neck, his lips brushing my skin, and I swear I felt it to the core of me and had to stifle the moan.
?Luc.? His name seemed to ease from me on a deep breath; he nodded, then drew me into his body, my back to his chest.
His hands caressed my bare shoulders, then nape of my neck, and I nearly screamed.
I wasn?t sure what was in that fucking champagne, or if I was just straight up horny; but every time he touched me, it felt as if tiny electrical currents were shooting through me, centering on every pleasure zone I had.
?Luc.? I gasped; he turned me, then crushed my lips with his.
?I need Cher, I swear I do! I caint function without her.? He swore fiercely against my lips, I gasped, opened my mouth to speak, when he covered it with his again; and I swear I almost screamed.
?And I didn?t mean for Cher to drink èm both, one was mine.? He chuckled in my ear, but I could no longer concentrate.
He swept me into his arms, then nodded to the two grinning men in the corner, and they parted the people for him laughing.
I wasn?t sure what was going on, but I knew I wanted him so far up in me in that moment, that I would swear it was burning a hole in me!
?Luc?? I moaned, and he nodded.
?Jus hole on mon amour; I promise it?ll pass soon.? He swore, as he took the stairs two at a time.
As he entered the bedroom, I somehow switched positions in his arms, he gasped, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my lips with his.
?Cher non, you don?t know what chue doin!?
?Yes I do, fuck me!? I hissed in his ear, and would swear I heard him growl.
?Amourexu?I cain?? I silenced him with my lips, jumped down from his arms, and immediately began snatching his clothes off. I shimmied out of my dress, which left only the garters and undies.
Which were crotch-less.
When he was bare chest, my touch caused him to gasp, snatch up a glowing green bottle, then down half its contents.
?Beb, we caint do this! Not yet, I need to explain some than?? He wailed backing up, and I gasped shocked interrupting him.
?Fine...if you don?t want me...just fucking say so Luc! But stop playing these fucking games!? I yelled, because that was the third time he blew me off.
I snatched up my dress to cover my breast, then made a b-line for the door, but never made it.
We slammed into the wall, he placed one strong arm between my legs, then hoisted me up eye level, pinning me there with his arm in between my thighs, and I swear my vajush was screaming for more as I gasped shocked.
I looked into his eyes bewildered.
?Not wont chue? I have tried everythin in ma power; to not fucking wont ye Izzy!? He spat, and my eyes widened, because his were suddenly an amber green, and the accent sounded just a bit different.
I would swear it was a mixture of British/French and Cajun!
?But?? He cut me off, by placing his finger to my lips.
?Naw, Cho! Co! Ye da one who been leadin me on a merry chase Poupèe, then boude all damn day, when I let go; don?t give me that merde. So stick a sussette in it and listen.? He barked, I was short of breath, and my eyes narrowed.
But my faithless ass body caused me to nearly moan in pleasure from that slight touch, despite my offense.
?I never said?? I attempted, he shook his head drawing even closer to me, and I was all aware that his arm was still between my thighs, giving me pleasure, even if he had no clue of it.
?Just stop.? He commanded, jerking me into his body, and I swear I had never been so turned on by a man in my life!
Gone was my docile Luc, replaced by this extremely sexy?aggressive?man.
And I was loving every fucking minute of it.
?Ye want me to fuck ye Izzy? Believe me; I have wanted to do nothin more since I was sixteen fucking years old! But this ain?t about a fuck; it?s about ye and me Izzy.
Ye belonging to me, and no one else. Me?the only man allowed between these thighs.? He declared, as he suddenly removed his arm, caught me, and pinned me to the wall, his hands gripping my hips.
?Me the only man smacking this tight ass.? He affirmed into my throat as his hands suddenly began to palm my ass, and my head rolled back, leaning against the wall.
I gasped as he suddenly held me against the wall with his upper body, then stepped out of his slacks.
?Me the only man suckin on this hot little cunt.? He avowed, and I did scream this time, as he placed two fingers inside of me, and my muscles immediately began to milk them for all the pleasure I could get.
?Me the only man makin ye cum for hours; cuz believe me, if I fuck ye, ye belong to me, and me only Izzy and I fucking mean that! Because I swear to God, I will kill any other man ye do.? He pledged with a growl, actually seriously bit my neck this time, jerked me down on his erection, and I screamed from the pleasure.
?Still want me to fuck ye??He snarled, and I could only pant, as I felt myself completely full for the first time in my life, then wiggled to draw him up even deeper, and he growled in the back of his throat...