TAILOR BEFORE AUTHOR? I DON’T THINK SO

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I know I don’t post much but these days my brain is on a go slow because I have no life. Anyway. If you read my last post Tailor before author, I was talking about how writers now have to tailor make their stories so that random people they have never met could like the book and recommend it to other readers. Because the apparent purpose is to build a reader base. You know get guys to love your books so that they can invite other people to read them and those other people can like those books. The cycle continues until you have this little village that is your support group who help you raise and develop your talent. I am eternally grateful to my village. So I would like to ask my village to have an open mind about this book BLEED FOR LOVE. It is not really a romance book, it is more of a women’s fiction. Yes I am moving away from the lovey dovey to a bit more, i don’t know, not lovey dovey books. I want to get into thrillers and the only romance based books I will be doing is the New Yorkers. Anyway I digress.
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So I tried to tailor my book to get it to a point where the publishers will be like, yep that’s a good one, people will not hate us for putting it out there. And I did for half a night I was rearranging the story, but each change I made a piece of my heart sort of died. I felt like I was betraying my story. It’s not romeo and Juliet at all, its the Jlo and that guy in Enough kind of story. We have all had this blonde moments of insanity when we fall in love. Because essentially love is insanity. Most of the times the people we love struggle with who they are or what they are going through in their lives. They at times commit unspeakable evil but we love them anyway. The thing is when they hurt us it reaches a time when we have to say enough, i have to get out of this mess. Maybe we could help them along the way or let them die in their troubles, but nine out of ten times the love is still there. That is essentially what BLEED FOR LOVE is. When do you love yourself more than another person in order to save yourself. Sometimes Romeo is just Rome-wrong.
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So someone might say don’t bother, like the last review of my book BETRAYED that totally 86′d my sales (sticking my tongue out at you), but i say bother. Stories are not all meant to be the same. What’s the point of buying a new book if its exactly like the one you bought last week. I will be self-publishing BLEED FOR LOVE (out next week). it will be the second book I have self published the first being THE MARA SONG.
Why take a risk if its not for love. Click on the covers to the left and get a sample of my book, then buy my book. Mama needs to eat.
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TAILOR BEFORE AUTHOR

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I have a story that i submitted to one of my editors and it was rejected because they didn’t think the readers would like it.

when we pitch stories, i say pitch because that’s what we do. You don’t get to wear a business suit or have a meeting face to face with a panel of judges or potential clients or business partners. But in a paragraph or a page you are supposed to sell your idea, this is in the query letter before they read the story. Make them want to read your book right? So my pitch always got me through the first round, but once they read the story they say, ‘It’s a great story but i don’t think the readers will be too happy with it.’

So now you leave the imaginary boardroom and have to convince the people on the street that you know what I have a great product, do you think you’ll like it? It’s hard to sell something to people who don’t know you, they don’t trust you or your work yet (new writers). I have had readers say, from the blurb the book had so many things to look forward to but did not meet my expectations, bummer!

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Anyway, this story the hero goes from good to bad to good again. The heroine is vulnerable, appears weak. Let’s be honest, women readers don’t like it and some hate it even. My point was to show how love can make us weak and strong and determined. That sometimes you need to wait out the storm because you know that there will be a rainbow when the sun comes out.

no dice.

I was asked to change it. To make it more romance friendly. I have thought about it, actually I have already drafted changes. You know, a kiss here, a show of strength there. But each time I go for the original story, you know to scrap off the undesired parts, I feel like I am cheating my characters. So I am thinking, why not leave it like that. Write a part two. That way when the readers decide to hate me for the first part, i will be redeemed with the second. So the main reason I might write a second part is because of the readers. I have to tailor this story for them. Which is not a bad thing. You know how at times writers kind of leave the end with a let your imagination run free, like the guy gets on one knee and the writer doesn’t have to write the ‘yes i will’ part. Telling the readers, you know what, I think you got this you can end this story how ever you want to. That’s how i ended the novel.

I am so confused. So i am going to get some beta readers. See what they think about it.

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CRAZY IS BACK

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so once in a while i stop taking my meds, take off my straight jacket and let the crazy out. The only thing i have to say is WTF!!! Sometimes I don’t know how to interact, no let me say negotiate some people in this world. It is true God created us equally, but sho! He should have given us a manual for those we can’t understand.
So as an author you always want to get feedback from your readers. Because know it or not that feedback helps us improve our future stories. I have two reviews both the same rating but totally different. A helpful review and a WTF!

I usually hate leaving bad reviews so i give constructive criticism. You know, let an author know where they lost me or what i found totally unbelievable, but i also include something great. That is what this reader did. and I thank him or her. Even though I don’t agree ;)
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Not a strong book
I felt like this book had a lot of problems with the flow of the chapters and the summary/scene. I feel that she NEEDS to work on beta testing to find errors and changing scene.
For me I felt it was a great plot but there’s alot that she can improve on so she doesnt alienate readers. My biggest problem is the fact that she doesnt describe the characters or she transitions to another character point or scene but its done too rapidly or she doesnt set the scene or explain the background of each character. Overall i felt like she rushed through and didnt take the time to connect with her characters.
She needs to work on those items from my point of view she could be a great writer but she needs to take the time to develop as a writer and take a creative writing course or join the local RWA chapter. Spend time developing on craft you have great characters but you are rushing the over all plot.

Now the next one is just a WTF!!
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It’s not worth the price at all! A virgin heroine who acts like a slut from the beginning? There was no romance, it’s pure lust. Does that make sense? This is so not my kind of book. I didn’t even bother to finish it. Dissapointing!
Forgive me for disappointing you but what do you mean by don’t bother. If writers didn’t bother writing, there would be nothing to read and nothing for you to hate on. You didn’t even finish reading the book.

Well this is my venting process, now that I let it out I can get back to writing.
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OUR FEBRUARY RELEASES

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This month my sister and I have releases from secret cravings. People ask us being twins if we write the same things or have the same story lines, we always say no. How about you grab a copy of HIS BAHAMAS AFFAIR and THE NEW YORKERS I BETRAYED and find out.

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THE NEW YORKERS II, ON CALL

hey guys, Secret Cravings Publishing and I are releasing the first installment of THE NEW YORKERS on the 27th of FEBRUARY on the SCP SITE.

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HERE IS AN EXCERPT OF THE NEXT ONE ON CALL

AJ Ross has always focused his attention on two things, women and medicine. He was the best at both. He was the love them and leave them type. But when he moves in with a girl he had a fling with, a girl he cannot remember, his life slowly begins to unravel.lance gross
BLUE EYESKatherine had always done what was expected of her. She was daddy’s little obedient girl. But when her father arranges a marriage between her and her friend she begins to rebel. Katherine bumps into a man who gave her a night she could never forget. The problem is, he can’t seem to remember her. So when they end up living together her sole purpose is to make sure AJ Ross remembers the night he took her virginity.

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She rolled the window down and shouted out. “You’d better get out of my way or I will run you over.”
“I don’t doubt it.” His lips curled into a sly grin.
“What do you want, my ego can only take so much rejection in one day,” she yelled again.
“Get out of the car.”
“Why, you want payback for your bitch of a girlfriend.” Just then she saw his face cringed as if he were in pain. Awesome Lisette, she chided herself. “I didn’t mean that you were going to hit me. But she deserved it.”
Lisette watched as Reno walked to the passenger door. She rolled the window down and for a few seconds they just stared at each other.
“What did she say to you?”
“I’d rather not repeat it.” Lisette stared straight ahead as her fingers curled tighter around the leather steering wheel.
“Nice car.”
“Thanks, it’s supposed to be safe, fast and it looks good too.” She scanned the interior of her car.
“You don’t seem to like it very much.” He grinned.
“I would rather have a Volkswagen. You know those little cute ones. But my papa says this is much safer. Safety before luxury.”
“Do you want to go out with me tonight?” Reno asked.
Lisette stared at him, sure he was going to take back his offer, or tell her that he was just joking. But he seemed serious. Lisette smiled and almost said yes, but then a thought came to mind. “Is this a pity date?”
“No.”
“You told me to leave you alone.”
“I know.”
“But now you are asking me out?”
“Yes.”
“Do you always answer questions with one or two words?”
“Maybe.”
“Fine. I’ll wait for you here.”
Lisette had been keeping her eyes glued to the road and her knuckles were turning white from how hard she was holding the steering wheel. She waited until they were stopped at a red light to sneak a peek at him. He was beautiful, his black hair still damp from his locker room shower, his haircut somehow looking like a Mohawk, his dark skin peeking out of his white flannel shirt, sleeves pushed up to mid-arm and blue jeans held on tight enough for her to see how strong his thigh muscles were. He was delicious.
She heard him clear his throat and Lisette’s eyes went back to his face. Her hormones distracting the rest of her body so much there was no nerve left for her to feel embarrassed about been caught checking him out.

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“Lisette, the light turned green.” Reno could feel the blood in his veins pump hard into one direction. He was trying to keep a clear head but with the blood heading south he couldn’t. He felt like Lisette’s eyes were picking him apart and the way her eyes roamed it was obvious she was yet to find her favorite spot. Reno didn’t think his groin could take much more inspection before busting. He had half the mind to convince Lisette to park under a bridge somewhere so that he could give them what they both wanted.
However, as soon as that idea got into his mind, Reno realized how bad it was for him to be with her right now. The only reason why he left with her was because to his shame he had announced she was his stalker, and then there was whatever Victoria had said. He knew how it felt for people to look down their noses at his mother, and the hurt in Lisette’s eyes told him she needed comforting. But he needed something else. He was grateful she had worn a tight pair of shorts, hard to get out of. Her dark succulent thighs peeked from the denim fabric, and that got his heart racing.
“You want to share your thoughts or are you going to keep staring at my thighs and licking your lips like the big, bad wolf?” Lisette asked, with a naughty look in her eyes and a sly smile on her lips.
Reno chuckled as his head fell back to the headrest. He tried to shift his sitting position to accommodate the bulge in his pants struggling to get free.
“I could park this car under a bridge somewhere and help you with that,” she teased.
Reno sucked in a breath as his eyes were reduced to slits. “I wouldn’t let you do that.”
“Why?”
“Because you are special to me. I wouldn’t disrespect you like that, by taking you under a bridge. That’s not how our first time together will be,” he swore.
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“What, that I respect you?”
“Nope—that you are thinking about ‘taking me’.” Lisette mimicked his strained tone. “Don’t worry, my mama taught me better than that. In my experience sex talk is an ice breaker.”
“It doesn’t help with me.” Reno chuckled. “It would probably be best if you stopped looking at me like you do.”
“Like what?” She turned to look at him for a second and the cool deep brown of her eyes were filled with humor…and lust.
“Like you want to have your way with me.”
Reno watched as she threw her head back and laughed again. Her hand pushing back her thick dark locks. He had dreamt about running his fingers through that thick hair. Reno gave in to the feeling that had been building inside him since the first time he laid eyes on her. He dug his fingers into her hair and let his fingers massage her scalp. That simple gesture earned him a smile that made his soul quiver.
“Since I am buying lunch, I am taking you to McDonalds.” she smiled. “And since I like you and I don’t want my brother to kill you, I will stop tempting you.”
“I agree with both suggestions,” he said. “I like you too.”
“I’m glad, because I was beginning to feel like a stalker.”
“Well, I have the sexiest stalker in New York.”
“I really want to sleep with you, but maybe after the summer when we get to know each other better,” she breathed. “Hopefully by then we will be making love.”
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FEBRUARY SALE

HEY GUYS,

I know I have been MIA for a while. I have been concentrating on turning 25 and all of a sudden being a grown up. I’m supposed to have all the answers apparently.

Any whoooo.

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CRIMSON ROMANCE, is having a sale for the entire month of February.

It’s love month I guess, I wish my love life got that memo. ;)

They published my book REBEL’S OWN which is doing extremely well. Thank you guys.
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Check them out (Crimson Romance) and fall in love with new stories, characters and authors.

Look out for BETRAYED
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IT’S 2014!!!

NEW YEAR
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.

LOVE YOU GUYS!
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OUT TODAY

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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

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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-,”

THE GIANTS TRUTH

MOMOADwight 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.
BLUE EYESAurora 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.
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THANK YOU READERS (CONT…)

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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.
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