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Altered Images of Love: Doug and Jade

5/27/2020

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​Welcome to the last #WednesdayWritingPrompt! Sit back, relax, read, comment, and share! Then, head on over to check out the other blogs. If you haven't read the other Wednesday prompts, feel free to go back and check them out. Thank you for reading, enjoy!

“Come on Dougie, stop playing around and take this picture,” Jade said, evading her boyfriend’s lips as she squirmed on his lap.

“Gimme a kiss first,” he said, nuzzling her neck.

Jade gave in. Twisting on his lap, she pressed her lips against his, humming when his tongue slipped inside her mouth and tangled with hers. Her phone slipped out of her hand as she draped both arms around his neck.

Doug pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, their breathing erratic.

“Why’d you stop?” she asked, caressing the back of his neck.

“Because we have a study session in thirty minutes and if I continued, we wouldn’t be going,” he told her, pulling back.

He was right. This wouldn’t be the first time they blew off a study session to make love, but they’d promised each other not to miss another study group.

Jade turned back around and Doug wrapped his arms around her. “I’m going to set the self timer, smile this time,” she told him, bending down to pick her phone up off the carpeted floor and programming it.

When the countdown flashed on the screen, Jade smiled, looking into Doug’s eyes through the camera. His brown orbs gleaming as he smiled. Her man was beyond handsome. At six foot five inches, with decadent chocolate skin, a trim beard and mustache, he was fine. 

“Did this picture come out to your satisfaction, babe?” his husky voice teased in her ear.

She looked at the picture she’d just taken and smiled. She held up the screen. “What do you think?”

“Perfect, just like you. You’re a great photographer,” he told her.

“I’ve been studying photography since I was ten. If I can’t take a decent picture with a cell phone, then I shouldn’t be a photographer,” she said.

“Can you picture it? You and I together, taking over the world. You, a bomb ass fashion photographer. Me, a lawyer, handling all of your contracts and making sure you get top dollar. The next power couple,” he said, squeezing her around the waist.

“Move over Jay Z and Beyonce, the Pauls are taking over,” she told him, turning back around, and giving him a sweet kiss on his full lips.

“Damn right,” he murmured against her lips.



“Jade? Jade...Jade!” an exasperated voice called out, snapping Jade out of the daze she’d been in.

"What?” she asked, her older sister, Ruby.

Ruby eyebrows were furrowed and a concerned look covered her face. “You okay? You spaced out on me.”

“Yeah, I…” she cleared her throat. 

“You what?” Ruby asked.

“I was lost in memory of Doug and I. Ever since I read his interview in Ebony about being a single dad and moving back here, I’ve been dreading running into him. Everywhere I go, there are so many memories of us…” she looked away from her sister, a lump forming in her throat. Jade stared out the window of the tiny bistro she and her sister were at. This was one of the rare occasions when she was in their hometown. Her work as a top fashion photographer rarely left her any time to come home. 

“Why are you dreading running into him? You decided, idiotically, to break up with him, not the other way around. If anything, he should be dreading running into you,” Ruby told her.

Leave it to her big sister to be blunt and show zero sympathy. “You know why,” she ground out between clenched teeth, hands balling into fists where they lay against her thighs.

“Actually, I don’t. How about you explain to me why you broke up with the love of your life,” Ruby asked, sipping on her iced tea.

“Love of her life, nah...I clearly wasn’t that or she wouldn’t have left me an ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ voicemail...but I’d love an explanation,” a deep voice behind her said, freezing Jade in her seat.

Her whole body went still, then a shiver coursed through her, and she closed her eyes.


It can’t be.

Jade turned in her seat, hoping that fate was playing an unkind trick on her. Nope, behind her stood Douglas Paul, her ex-fiance.

Her palms began to sweat, and the roaring beat of her heart was the only thing she heard as she took in her ex. All of the noise and the other people in the restaurant faded away.

Jade felt lightheaded as she raised a shaking hand to push her curls away from her face.

“D-Doug...what…” she said, unable to complete a sentence.


“Hi Doug,” Ruby chimed in, bringing Jade back to herself.

“Hi Ruby, you mind if I speak with your sister?” Doug asked, smiling at Ruby. The smile faded when his piercing stare settled back on Jade.

“Well, considering--”

“Bye Ruby, I’ll see you later at your house,” Jade said.

Ruby raised an imperious brow, but gathered her things and left. As soon as Ruby left, Doug sat down across from her. For long moments, neither spoke.

“You stole my heart Jade, and didn’t give it back when you left. I did everything I could to drown out your presence, but nothing worked...so I resolved that the next time I saw you, I would get closure and ask the question that has been burning on my brain for the last five years. Why did you leave me standing at the altar in Las Vegas?”

Jade’s heart lurched and she glanced around, anything to keep from looking at the hurt on his face. How could she tell him the truth? Where did she start? “I….”

“Daddy!” a little girl squealed, running up to them, and throwing herself in Doug’s arms. Behind her was an impeccably dressed woman, sauntering towards them as if she were on a runway. 

“I can’t do this,” she said, quickly gathering her purse, and leaving enough money on the table to cover her and her sister’s meals. Jade evaded his hand, which shot out to grab her arm, when she stood to leave. 

She made her way quickly to the door, glancing back at Doug, who had been waylaid by the woman and child. Five years ago, she not only broke his heart, but her own...and now, it felt like her heart was breaking all over again as she watched him with his child. 

Jade owed him answers, she just wasn’t sure she could handle telling him the truth.


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Doug stared at Jade’s retreating figure, sadness and anger warring inside. Five years later and she felt as if it had been ripped out of his chest. He’d sank to the floor, stunned, as Elvis asked him if his bride was coming because they had another wedding scheduled in ten minutes.

Doug had frantically sprinted back to the motel, hoping to catch her, but once he’d entered the room, he knew. She was gone. For five days, he’d sat in that motel room, getting pissy drunk, and hoping that she would come back. She never did. When his money ran out, and he could no longer afford to stay in Vegas, he’d packed his clothes and caught a Greyhound to his apartment in Houston. 

“Daddy, can I pweas haf some ice cweam?” a little voice interrupted his reverie, pulling him back to the present. 

His two year old daughter looked at him, eyes wide, as she gave him a big smile. His anger melted away, and he picked her up, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“The princess can have whatever she wants,” he told her.

“That’s why she’s rotten now,” his ex-wife said, disapprovingly.

​Doug sighed, he needed to deal with his ex-wife, but later...he had no intention of letting Jade slip away. Come hell or high water, he was getting his heart back.
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What did you think? Why do you think Jade jilted Doug? Do you want more? Which was your favorite #WednesdayWritingProompt? Drop down in the comments and let me know.

Don't forget to head over to the other GAP authors' blogs to check out their take on this week's #WednesdayWritingPrompt.

www.delaneydiamond.com
www.tiyelovebooks.com
www.staylorromance.com 
www.joylcampbell.com

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Now or Never...

5/20/2020

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Writing Prompt: The hero’s best friend sets him up on a blind date, but when he shows up for the date, his best friend is there. #WednesdayWritingPrompt  #NowOrNever 

“Come on Crystal, one more!” Brendon shouted across the empty gym. It was after hours, and his gym, Marks Fitness, was technically closed. Crystal, was Brendon’s best friend.

“ I’m...ti..tired…” she huffed as she raised her hands over her head, trying to catch her breath.

“Should’ve thought about that when you took a week off of training to party,” Brendon said, shrugging his broad shoulders.

Crystal glared at him. “I was working.”

“ If you can say all of that, you have enough energy to give me one more rep, let’s go!” he barked out.

She rolled her eyes, but walked to the line and took off at a sprint, flying across the hardwood floor. Once she reached the goal, she immediately picked up the heavy ropes, and rapidly lifted and lowered them as if she were guiding the reins of a horse. When he blew his whistle after thirty seconds, she dropped the ropes and sprinted back to where she started. 

Brendon walked over to where she stood, chest heaving and sweat dripping down her face. He handed her a towel and bent to grab her water bottle, handing it to her. “Good job, baby girl,” he told her, leaning against the wall in front of her.

Crystal looked at her best friend of ten years. Brendon was six feet of muscular fineness. With toasted almond skin and a muscular physique and a tapered waist courtesy of the four years he played in the NFL as a starting running back for the Chicago Vipers. 

Draping the towel around her neck so that the ends covered her suddenly puckered nipples in her sports bra top, Crystal extended her arms out until they rested beside his waist as she stretched her calf muscles. 

“You gave any more thought to letting me set you up on a blind date?” she asked as she dropped to the floor, stretching her legs in front of her and bending to touch her toes. 

“Why should I let you hook me up with one of your friends? I’ve already met most of them, and I haven’t been impressed,” he said, bending over and placing his hands on her shoulders to push her forward so that her torso lay flat against her thighs encased in black workout leggings. 

Crystal closed her eyes, enjoying his hands on her shoulders which were bare due to the black sports bra she had on. 

“The friend I want to hook you up with, you haven’t met yet. You’ll like her, if I’m wrong, I’ll let you set me up on a blind date with one of your friends,” she said sitting up, regretting his hands sliding away from her body.

She stood to face him, arching her eyebrow, as she patiently waited for him to respond.

He shook his head. “No way in hell would I hook you up with any of my friends. They only want one thing, and I’d hate to have to beat their ass for treating you like they treat their other women.”

She propped her hands on her waist. “Yet you have the nerve to critique my friends. Whatever...I’ll owe you. Come on B,” she cajoled, walking up to him and batting her eyes at him. He never denied her when she batted her long lashes at him.

And he didn’t deny her this time. “You’ll owe me if I don’t like this date. I’m serious Crys.”

She smiled and gave him an overenthusiastic hug, plastering her sweaty body against his hard, muscular one. He returned her hug, their embrace lasting a touch too long. 

Pulling away, she cleared her throat, and smoothed shaky hands down the sides of her legs. “So..um, yeah. Friday night at 7?”

Brendon narrowed his eyes. “That’s tomorrow. How do you know ol girl will be available? Did you already set this up? I swear Crys-”

“I didn’t set it up. I made plans with her, and so I know she’s available. I’ll explain the situation and reschedule with her, while you two go on a date,” she said, looking at him.

He ran a hand over his head, then crossed his arms, legs slightly spread apart. “You already told her about me? I don’t know anything about her. What’s her name?”

Crystal chuckled nervously, shifting from one foot to the other. “I just told her the basics, calm down. Be at Dean’s tomorrow night at 7. I’ll tell her to wear a red dress. You’ll know her when you see her.”

Brendon narrowed his eyes at her, but she smiled back, fluttering her lashes again until he gave in.

“Fine, but you owe me, and I do plan on collecting,” he told her.

She raised an eyebrow, “I thought I owed you if you didn’t like the date,” she said walking over to grab her gym bag with him following.

“I changed the rules. You’ll owe me just for agreeing,” he said once they started walking to his office where he grabbed his own bag. They headed towards the exit, and he locked up the gym. 

Crystal shivered as a cool breeze puckered her nipples and goosebumps peppered her skin. When she looked over at Brendon, she noted his attention was focused on her breasts. She cleared her throat and he jerked his gaze up, a slight flush staining his cheeks.

“Tomorrow at 7. I’ll let her know,” she said quietly.

Brendon hesitated, and she wondered if he was going to back out, but then he nodded his head. He walked her to her pearl white Cadillac Escalade, last year’s birthday gift from him.

“Call me when you get home so that I’ll know you made it safely.”

“Will do,” she murmured. 

Once she pulled off, she let out a big sigh. Pressing the talk button on her steering wheel, she waited until prompted. “Call Prince Eric,” she said

“Hey girl, what’s up?” a soft feminine voice said.

“Tomorrow night’s a go,” she told her. 

“Yes! Okay, lets…”

Crystal listened as she drove home, if tomorrow was going to go well, a lot of planning needed to be done in between now and then.

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Brendon walked into Dean’s, heading to the hostess stand. Following the directions Crystal gave him, he told the hostess his name and was immediately taken to his table.

As he neared the table, his steps faltered, and a feeling of familiarity came over him as he watched the lone figure in a red dress, seated with her back to him. The lady’s hair was loosely curled and swept over one shoulder, a long dangling earring brushing her bare honey shoulder. 

“Crystal?” he asked, eyes bulging as he rounded the table and faced her.

A smile graced her full lips and she glanced at him with those hazel eyes that never failed to draw his attention to her beautiful face.

“Surprise!” she said, her husky voice drifting over his body and igniting an inferno. 

He sat down, dumbfounded. “Wha…” 

“March thirtieth...Crystal walked into my gym in a coral sports bra and legging workout set, and my eyes damn near bugged out. She looked good as hell. Ass plump, breasts sitting high...my fantasy come to life. I had to restrain myself from choking the shit out of my assistant manager because he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her ass, but who could blame him? Her ass was a thing of beauty. My attraction to her--”

“Is becoming a problem,” he finished. She’d read an entry from his private journal.

“All this time, why haven’t you said anything?” she asked him quietly.

Brendon sat, taking in the picture she made with the soft lighting from the restaurant giving her skin a beautiful glow.   One thought was in his mind...

It’s now or never. ​



What are your thoughts on Brendon and Crystal? If you didn't know the prompt, would you have been surprised about who he met at Dean's? Have you ever been attracted to your best friend? What did you do? Drop down in the comments and let me know.

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#WednesdayWritingPrompt: Ray and Yvette

5/13/2020

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​Writing prompt
: The hero and heroine work late and end up locked in the building alone.

“Yvette, how much more do you have to do on that finance report?” Ray Maxwell asked, glancing up briefly from his computer.

Yvette was busy clicking away on the laptop as she sat on the couch in his office. It was yet another late night for her and her partner and secret crush.

“I just sent them,” she said, standing and stretching her arms high above her head, back arching, causing the hem of her dress to rise and give a tantalizing glimpse of her toned, caramel thighs.

Ray’s grunt snapped her attention to him, flushing and hastily tugging the hem of her dress down when she noticed the direction of his stare.

“Everything ok?” she asked, walking over to his desk to perch on the corner.

He rubbed his hand down his face and nodded. His pecan brown skin looked dull and redness surrounded his haze eyes. The clock at the bottom corner of his computer read eleven thirty.

She’d met Ray when they were both at Cornell University. She was pursuing her Master’s degree in finance and he was getting his Master’s in business. They’d become friends and after graduation had moved to opposite sides of the country, she in Washington and him in New York, yet their friendship remained intact. Now, they were business partners in an investment firm.

They’d been in business for five years, and during that time her eyes had finally been opened. Ray was beyond fine. He was Idris, Boris, LL, and Michael B Jordan all rolled into one, fine. He had smooth brown skin that flowed over his muscular frame, hazel eyes that changed from brown to a deep green depending on his mood, and a deep Barry White voice that she heard in her dreams at night.

She remembered the first time they’d seen each other when she moved to the East Coast. Her flight had arrived at seven in the evening, and he hadn’t been able to pick her up because he was meeting with a potential client. She was staying with him until she could find her own apartment, so she’d caught a cab to his condo, where he’d left her name with the concierge.

After unpacking her bags in the spare bedroom, she’d taken a shower to relax. When she walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, she’d bumped into him, causing her towel to fall to the ground. Ray had quickly wrapped his arms around her to keep her from falling, but due to their height, his hands had landed on her bottom. That quick touch had spread fire through her veins, surprising and arousing her. Ever since, she’d worked hard to keep her attraction to him at bay. He’d apologized, but for the next few weeks their friendship had been strained.

“Earth to ‘Vette. You ok?” Ray asked, standing and putting his hands on her shoulders.

She shook her head. “Yeah, I’m good, just tired. It’s been a long day.”

He peered at her some more, then nodded. “Yeah, we’ve been here too long. Let’s call it a night.”

They both moved, he to shut down his computer, and her to shut down the laptop and return it to her desk in her office across from his. Once they were done, he met her in the hallway, and they headed to the elevator. Their business was on the twentieth floor of the building.

“This is the latest I’ve ever stayed at work,” she said idly as the numbers from the elevator lit with each floor they descended.

“Yeah, and hopefully this is the last time we have to stay this late. I don’t like the idea of you traveling in a cab this late at night by yourself.”

She shrugged off his worry. “I’ll be fine, I’m a big girl,” she said.

“Nah, why don’t you come stay at my condo?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

Butterflies erupted in her stomach as he stared at her. Thoughts of the last time she stayed with him uppermost in her mind, specifically her first night in his home.

“I’m fine, Ray,” she said huskily.

He reached out a hand and ran it down her cheek. “That you are ‘Vette, that you are,” he murmured, stepping closer.

Yvette’s eyes widened slightly. “Ray?”

“Yvette,” he replied.

She cleared her throat as his hand cupped her jaw. “What are you doing?”

“If you have to ask, then I must be doing it wrong,” he said, bending down until his lips were an inch from hers.

“Umm..yeah..uh…” she said incoherently.

Ding!

The elevator doors slid open, yet neither of them moved. Ray’s eyes had darkened to a deep mossy green and his thumb caressing her cheek was driving her crazy.

Was Ray interested in her? Sure, she’d caught him looking at her over the years, and there was that night last year when they’d gotten drunk from celebrating landing a huge client. They’d cuddled and made out at his home, only stopping when his phone rang. They’d both blamed the alcohol for their actions and had never spoken of it again.

When the elevator doors started to close, the spell was broken. They walked off and towards the glass doors of the building. Before they reached the door, he stopped them, and turned her to face him.

“Come home with me,” he said, pulling her into his embrace.

She searched his eyes, seeing her own desire reflected back at her. How in the hell had she missed his attraction to her?

She gave him the only answer she wanted to give, “Yes, I’ll come home with you.”

A sinfully wicked smile covered his handsome face. “I’ve been waiting for what seems like forever for this moment.”

“Why didn’t you say something before?” she asked, moving closer to him.

“You were always skittish whenever I got too close. Remember the night you moved into my place? I wanted to devour you right there on the spot, but you snatched up your towel and ran as if the devil himself were on your heels. Then that night last year when we made out. I was in Heaven, but again when reality came knocking, you left. I figured you weren’t interested…but tonight. Tonight, you looked at me, and I finally saw what I’d hoped to see years ago, desire,” he said, walking to the door and pushing.

Nothing happened.

“The hell?” he murmured, pushing against the door, but it didn’t budge.

“What’s going on?” she asked him.

“The door is locked,” he said, looking around. The security station was empty, in fact now that she was looking, it was eerily quiet in the entrance with only a few lights on.

“Oh no,” she said, whirling around to look at the big clock on the back wall. It was a quarter past twelve. Their building locked down at midnight and wouldn’t open again until five in the morning.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Ray said, running a hand over his face.

She sighed. “Maybe this is fate’s way of saying we shouldn’t take our relationship further,” she said.

Ray’s head snapped up. “Nah, I haven’t waited this long to finally have you, only to be blocked by a locked door.”

He grabbed her hand and tugged her back towards the elevator.

“What are you doing?” she asked as the boarded the car.

“Going back to the office. Have you forgotten that you converted the room that connected to my office into a bedroom for those nights that I stayed at the office over night?” he asked, wrapping her in his embrace.

Yvette smiled; she had forgotten. “Best decision I ever made,” she purred, sliding her hands up his chest to wrap around his neck.

“Yes indeed,” he said, lowering his mouth to kiss her.


What are your thoughts about Ray and Yvette? Have you ever acted on a crush that you had on someone or is it unrequited love? Could you work for someone or be business partners with someone you had feelings for? Drop down in the comments and let me know.

Go visit the other GAP Authors' blogs to see their take on this writing prompt!
Delaney Diamond www.delaneydiamond.com
S. Taylor www.staylorromance.com
Tiye Love www.tiyelovebooks.com
JL Campbell www.joylcampbell.com
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#WednesdayWritingPrompt: Lamont and Rachelle from Ready for Love

5/6/2020

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Prompt: ​The heroine is at a bar playing a drinking game with her friends and loses, and as a result is told that she has to ask the next man who comes through the door out on a date.

“Nooo, no. Come on guys this was just a joke. You know, haha,” Rachelle McCrae said looking frantically at her friends seated at the table. It was their weekly girls’ night out and they were all at a hole in the wall bar in lower Manhattan.
“Bish please! You lost fair and square, now take that shot like a G and be ready to ask the next guy who walks through the door out,” Kellie said.
Kellie was supposed to be her best friend, but would a best friend really set her up like this? Sure, it had been a long ass year since swearing off dating, but you’d think her best friend would understand why she didn’t want to go on dates.
“Well dayum! Look at the fine ass man that just walked in the door. Shit, let’s change the rules, and you take the next guy that walks in, and I’ll get this one,” Kierah, Kellie’s twin, said, eyes wide and unmoving as she stared towards the front of the bar.
Rachelle turned to see what had captured Kierah’s attention, and lost her breath when she spotted the tall, sinfully dark chocolate man that entered the building. The man was panty dropping fine with a smooth bald head, full beard and mustache, and a pair of thick lips that made you want to feast on his mouth, or sit on it.
Well, well, well.
Rachelle stood and smoothed her hand down her ample hips, encased in black leather skinny pants. “Nah, I lost the bet, I may as well take my umm…medicine,” she said. Quickly downing the tequila shot, she grimaced at the burn, then turned to her friends.
“Hair?”
“Laid…since I did it,” Kellie snarked.
She rolled her eyes. “Boobs?”
“Sitting high, cleavage on deck,” Kierah chimed in.
She turned her back to her friends, and strutted over to the bar, winding in between bodies to get to where tall, dark, and sexy had nabbed a coveted bar stool at the overcrowded counter.
Squeezing in between him and some guy with bad body odor, she leaned over the bar, going up on her tip toes, poking her ass out as she discreetly checking herself out in the mirror on the wall, and then raised her hand to get one of the bartenders attention.
Predictably, she was ignored, just as she thought she would be. Turning to the handsome stranger, she lightly placed her hand on his shoulder, and leaned over.
“Hey handsome, can you do me a favor?” she whispered.
When he turned his head in her direction, she was pierced by his dark, midnight stare. Instantly, she imagined looking into his eyes as she came from the best orgasm of her life.
Mentally shaking her head, she smiled and glanced at him with lowered eyes. “You think you can get the bartender’s attention for me, handsome? I need something to…wet my throat.”
The stranger’s eyes turned even darker, if that was possible, as his eyes left hers and traversed down her body. She held her pose, knowing she looked damn good in the skintight leather pants. When his eyes returned to hers and he licked those full lips, her nipples pebbled, imagining what he could do to them with his tongue.
“I’ve got something that could wet your throat,” he said huskily.
She leaned closer to him, her breasts brushing up against his forearm. “Is it good?”
“I’ve heard it is. Goes down hard, but smooth,” he said, lips curving up in a smile showing a flash of teeth.
She moaned, her mind instantly thinking of his dick. She glanced down at his crotch, eyes widening at the print against his leg.
Damn! Zaddy looks like he’s packing!
“I’m no lightweight, so I need something that’s strong and will put me to sleep…later,” she purred.
“Oh, I’ve got just the thing. It’ll have you flat on your ass, slurring words, still hungover the next morning, and walking funny when you wake up,” he said, not missing a beat.
Shit, I bet it would!
“That good huh?”
He leaned closer until his breath teased her lips. “Even better, you game?”
She licked her lips, her tongue teasingly touching his bottom lip he was so close. “You a connoisseur or something?”
He shifted until his lips touched the shell of her ear. His hand came up to lightly rest on her hip. He shifted until his hand touched the skin of her waist, sending tingles down her spine. “Not a connoisseur, but I just know what will make a woman delirious after tasting it, and what will make her beg for more of her new favorite….drink.”
Rachelle closed her eyes as a full body shiver coursed through her. If this man’s dick and bed game was as good as his talk, she was in for a wild ride.
“Will it have me speaking in tongues?”
He pulled back and brought her body flush against him. “Oh your tongue will definitely be involved, how else will you taste it?”
Her lashed fluttered before her eyes closed. Her hands clutched a fistful of his black tee. “I just have to know the name of the guy with the big, wide, head…for drinks,” she said, opening her eyes.
He winked at her. “Lamont. Lamont Adams. And what’s the name of the pretty lady who’s getting a new favorite drink?”
She laughed. “Rachelle. Rachelle McCrae. You are cocky. You really think this is going to be my new favorite drink, huh?”


“Not cocky, confident. After tasting this, you won’t want any other,” he said, caressing her waist and then moving around to her back.
Suddenly, she was pushed from behind by another woman trying to get a drink. This action caused her to be plastered from chest to knee against Lamont, with his dick rubbing up against her clit. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips. She should be pissed at the broad who pushed her, but she couldn’t find fault with the result of that shove.
“So, are you going to tell me the name of this drink?”
“It’s not on this bar’s menu,” he said, hands slipping to her bottom.
“Well, Lamont, how about you take me to go get this…drink with no name,” she purred, sliding her hands up so that she could wrap her arms around his neck.
“Oh baby girl, you know the name already. It’s called Lamont. You sure you ready to handle that monster?”
“Oh I can handle anything you dish out sir.”
“You sure about that?” he asked.
“Positive. You have your license?” she asked, head tilted to the side.
“I can assure you, I’m legal,” he said brows furrowed.
She chuckled. “I’m sure you are, but are you sane? I need to give my girls your info before I leave with you.”
“Scared?”
“Nah, I’m just not dumb. License?” she asked, pushing away from him.
He nodded, eyes surveying her face. “Front left pocket, think you can handle retrieving it?”
Her eyes dipped down to where his monster erection lay. If she got his wallet, she’d definitely get a feel. Feeling naughty, she outlined his dick print, then reached in his pocket, and pulled out his wallet. Without waiting for his permission, she opened it, took out his license, and slipped it into her back pocket.
Grabbing his hand, she led him over to where her friends sat, slack jawed and gaping at them. After introductions were made, she had them take a picture of his license before she returned it to him.
With his arm slung low around her waist, he navigated them to the front door.

#WednesdayWritingPrompt  #GAPauthors  #LamontAndRachelle  #ReadyForLove  #AllOrNothing

What did you think? Did this qualify as Rachelle asking for a date? Do you think Lamont can back up his talking?  Do you want more of their story?  Would you ever be so bold as to leave with a stranger you just met? 

Drop down in the comments and let me know what you thought...and then head over to the other Garden Avenue Press authors' blogs to check out their take on this writing prompt.

www.delaneydiamond.com    Delaney Diamond
www.staylorromance.com      S. Taylor
www.joylcampbell.com           J.L. Campbell
www.tiyelovebooks.com         Tiye Love
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TRS Thanksgiving Party 2018

9/23/2018

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Hello everyone! The Romance Studio will be hosting a Thanksgiving Party (online) in which authors will share with fans their books, videos, and maybe even excerpts from upcoming works! Did I forget to mention that there will be prizes given out by  multiple authors? It's a great chance to learn about new books, chat with authors, and maybe even win a prize. 

Check out The Romance Studio for more information. Here's the link: https://www.theromancestudio.com/thanksgiving-party-2018/
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A Reading Warriors Retreat: San Antonio, TX

9/13/2018

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Hello everyone! I have some exciting news to share. I have been invited to be a featured author at Building Relationships Around Books A Reading Warriors Retreat! It will be from October 4th - 6th at the Embassy Suites Hotel in San Antonio, TX. If you are interested in going, go to www.brabonline.net to register. The cost is $300 (not including hotel). 

There will be a lot of great authors in attendance (check the flyer above) so you don't want to miss out on the opportunity to hang out with them and pick their brains about your favorite books and characters. 

Also, we will be collecting school supplies to donate to an elementary school in Houston. 

Come on out and get your books autographed. I hope to see you there! 
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February 10th, 2017

2/10/2017

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Love Rekindled was my debut novel and I thoroughly enjoyed making Malcolm and Charmaine's love story come to life. I currently have plans to re-release Love Rekindled later this year, as well as Drew and Denise's story and Jacob and Lena's. I've been busy writing and I can't wait for you to read about them!

I enjoy hearing from and interacting with you so be sure to hit me up! Also make sure to subscribe to my emailing list and follow me on social media so that you'll know when the pre-orders are dropped. 

In the meantime, while I'm writing, I hope that you're enjoying and embracing life, positivty, and continuing to pursue your dreams. 

Thanks again to all of you for making Love Rekindled an Amazon top 20 bestseller and for your continued support. 

Until the next time...
Nyora René
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Take Care of YOU!

10/11/2016

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I've been thinking about writing a blog post for a while now; one centered around women and taking care of ourselves. What immediately came to mind was: black women are S.U.P.E.R.W.O.M.E.N; yes, it's a long acronym, but bear with me.
Black women are Saving, Uniting, Preparing, Encouraging and Raising Warriors whose Origins come from a Melanated, Educated Nation....and that's a vital part of our continued survival.

Think about that for a moment. We are superheroes. That's something that can oftentimes get lost in the day to day hustle and bustle of life. It can sometimes feel as though we carry so much, that we have a great responsibility towards the next generation...and the truth is: we do. We do all of this and sometimes without a single thank you or a gesture of appreciation. We march, campaign, and fight for our boys, significant others, fathers and brothers. We raise our children the best we can. We go to work and oftentimes make less than our counterparts. We cook, clean; we hold it down. 

In the midst of saving lives, adverting disasters, and just being awesome we tend to forget about ourselves. We neglect ourselves in favor of taking care of others. Those last couple of dollars we had tucked to the side for a pedicure go toward our child's school supplies. That book that's been on our to be read list, has been there for months, maybe even longer; because we can't seem to find the time to get around to reading it. That gym membership we got with the intention of losing those last fifteen pounds, hasn't been used because whose going to watch the kids, do the cooking and do the cleaning? By the time we're done taking care of others, we're too tired to take care of ourselves. 

It's important to note that while our duties as mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend, and all around superwoman are extremely vital to helping the next generation become successful and self-sufficient; our most important duty is to ourselves. It may sound selfish, but if we don't take care of us who will do all of the important work that we're currently doing? Who will raise our daughters to be strong women? Who will build up our sons? March and fight for our babies? Now, this in no way bashes men or diminishes their contributions to the family unit; however, with everything that our men are currently facing; they need us too. 


We can't operate at maximum efficiency if we don't take the time to take care of our physical, mental, emotional and spiritual needs. If we neglect us, we can turn into the very thing we despise: someone who is full of negativity and pessimism. This type of person is not a productive one. If we want to make a difference and be leaders and agents of effective change, we have to make sure we are straight. 

Sometimes this may mean unplugging from social media. It may mean distancing yourself from people who are negative. You may have to take time for yourself, even if it means that something on your never ending to do list doesn't get done. It's aslo important to remember that when you do these things, others may not agree with the way you do things. They may complain about not hearing from you or criticize you because you decided to rest instead of do yet another batch of laundry. But remember this: people will always have something to say about how you choose to do something.  You can't please them all and truthfully, you shouldn't really try. When we fall into the trap of people pleasing, we also fall into the wasteland of unhappiness. We lose ourselves trying to please others. This is why it is so important to take time for yourself. Take the time to recharge, it's vital to your stability and to those who depend on you. Another side note: there's a difference between those depending on you and those who expect you to please them. My child depends on me to take care of her, to provide love, shelter, clothing, food, and guidance...now whether or not she's happy with the clothes I bought her is another thing. It doesn't matter if she's upset because she got a purple unicorn shirt instead of the pink one, the most important things are: Does it fit? Will it keep you warm or cool?  You see, I provided a need without getting caught up in the pleasing. 

Another thing that is important to do is to surround yourself with women who are positive, who are go getters. It's important to form a close inner circle that can serve as your support group. A group of friends who are your confidants, your support, your conscious and your compass. These are people who you trust. They are like minded people. This is crucial to your sanity because they will hold you down. Why? Because they too understand the struggle. 

Take a mental health break daily. Close your eyes, get in your comfort zone and free your mind. Empty it of all the negativity and toxicity. You may have to sit in your car in the garage to find that quiet time. You may have to take that time while in the shower. No matter how you have to do it, make sure you do it. 

Get enough rest. Notice I didn't say get some rest, but enough rest. As women, we'll get four or five hours of sleep and think that we're golden. No, we're functioning...but it's not at peak capacity. In other words, we're doing just enough; but not enough to be effective. 

Take care of your health...this is directed towards myself too! That saying our health is our wealth is very true. We can't help others, if we're not well. You don't have to be thin to be healthy; but regular exercise (even if it's just parking farther in the parking lot or walking in place during commercial breaks) is important. Eating healthier is a must as well. Incorporate more fruits, veggies, and water and less junk food and soda is important and can improve our overall quality of life. 

If you're able to, try to plan a sista girl getaway with your inner circle. Yes, I know money may be scarce; but the getaway doesn't have to be somewhere expensive or even far. A major city near you or a beach near you may be something within reason. For example if you live in Houston, then a trip to San Antonio or to Galveston may be affordable. It's a few hours drive and you can go half on a hotel room with your girls. It's nice to stay in fancy hotels, but let's be real...if you're going on a trip, you're only in your hotel to sleep; so don't break the bank on the hotel. I'm not saying get a crappy one; but a hotel that's clean and has the amenities you're looking for is most definitely an option to consider as opposed to a high dollar hotel. 

If that's not within your budget...then do a staycation. Take one day in your city. get a hotel room, massage, manicure and pedicure...and then close yourself off in your room to read, sleep, or just think. No kids, no significant other; just you and your thoughts. You'll be amazed how recharged you feel after your staycation. 

And above all remind yourself just how awesome you are. In a society that oftentimes diminishes just how fabulous we are; it's important to look yourself in the mirror and say, "damn girl, you're awesome!" Put notes of affirmation on your mirror to look at first thing in the morning while you're brushing your teeth. Put a note on your dashboard in your car, in your lunch bag, and on your desk at work or home. As women, we need these little reminders to keep us encouraged. 

Our duty is to build a nation and in order to do that we must take care of ourselves.

In essence, we are our most vital resource and our well being should be a priority.  So the next time you see fellow S.U.P.E.R.W.O.M.E.N. give them a compliment, a smile, and a "You rock!" because we do!
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