Happy Holidays to everyone. Itâ€™s that time of the year when we get a little confused as to how to greet people or be sociable.
The month of December is special to me for a couple of reasons. One itâ€™s the time of year that I celebrate the birth of my Lord and Savior and itâ€™s the anniversary of my novel writing career. I say novel, because the first things I had published where a couple of short shorties. Those were toe dabblers. But my official writing career began with my book, GENERATIONAL CURSE, last December.
In this first year of adding author to my resume, Iâ€™ve had a few firsts: 1st full-length book GENERATIONAL CURSE 1st novella THE GOOD GIRL 1st box set FLING NEW ADULT FICTION BOX SET [w/THE GOOD GIRL] 1st novelette THE ALEX CHRONICLES: GIRLFRIENDS & SECRETS 1st book signing at THE LOS ANGELES TIMES FESTIVAL OF BOOKS
In honor of my first anniversary, hereâ€™s the first chapter of my first published book.
Kyla promised herself she would never be like the other women in her family, dating a married man and settling for the pennies he doled out. Sheâ€™d always felt she was worth more. She met Eric at a fundraiser. He smiled, she smiled and after the cocktail hour, they found themselves seated next to each other. During dinner they talked and flirted and once the evening was over, he asked for her number. She declined and while getting ready for bed, she reached into her bag for her phone and noticed that she also had someone elseâ€™s phone. She called the last number dialed and a vaguely familiar voice said, â€œIâ€™ve been waiting for your call. So what time do you want to meet for breakfast so I can get my phone?â€ They both laughed. They agreed to meet the following morning for breakfast. Two days later, they met again and included an extra slot for â€œtherapy.â€ Making love in the morning seemed so decadent. She didnâ€™t think anything of it until she received her first black envelope a month later. Eric said, â€œIâ€™m tired of hotels. Rent a place and fix it up for us and keep whatever is left.â€ â€œIâ€™m not a hooker.â€ â€œI didnâ€™t mean any disrespect. I want to keep seeing you, but my neighbors are nosey.â€ â€œOh, youâ€™re married.â€ â€œNo, Iâ€™m not. I just like my privacy. I like being with you, but—â€ â€œI understand.â€ She dropped her head and quickly began getting dressed. â€œI donâ€™t think this is–â€ He noticed the change in her behavior and rushed to reassure her. â€œI donâ€™t want you to think Iâ€™m ashamed of you, but I also donâ€™t want you to think Iâ€™m monopolizing your time. You need your space and so do I. When we get together, it should be on neutral, comfortable ground and not some cold hotel room or a place filled with memories of past lovers.â€ He wrapped his arms around her pulling her to him, gently stroking her hair, inhaling her neck and gently placing a kiss on her soft shoulder. She turned around trying to read the expression on his face. Looking into his eyes, she wondered how many more love nests he had scattered around the city. She pulled his face close to hers and covering his mouth with hers, kissed him passionately. She slipped her hands inside the front of his pants while sliding her tongue inside his mouth, exciting him to the point of arousal. She pulled back and whispered, â€œOnce more before we have to go?â€ He couldnâ€™t resist her. The soft seductive tone of her voice and the gentle touch of her hand, made him weak and willing to do anything she asked. Kyla knew if there were anyone else, they would have a hard time competing with her. She got her education in how to manipulate a man by eavesdropping on her auntsâ€™ conversations. They were all experts when it came to being with and manipulating married men. She learned how to kiss from her high school boyfriend. And her college boyfriend, her biology professor, schooled her in anatomy and how to physically please a man. Before getting involved with Eric, she had dated, but she only had two other semi serious relationships. Neither was fulfilling. The first was Thomas Smith. He was cute, but he lacked the drive to satisfy her physically. When they were together she found herself fantasizing about other men. Intellectually he was a genius, but no one really makes love to a personâ€™s brain. It was the other part of his body that needed more educating and she knew she wasnâ€™t a school teacher. Then there was Alister Humphrey. The name alone intrigued her. She had never met a black man with such a stuffy name. In the beginning he seemed like the complete package. Model good looks, intelligence and his skills in bed were unbelievable. The first time they made love, the intensity of his being inside her brought tears to her eyes. Not because it was painful, but because she had never felt such pleasure. Alister knew exactly how to read her body. A skill that was the result of his blindness. What he lacked in vision, he more than compensated for in his other senses. But, he was a man and as they all do, he began making demands and thatâ€™s when she called it quits. Mind blowing sex aside, Kyla was gone. Her aunts always said, â€œDonâ€™t allow a man to make demands on you. You make the demands on him. Use what you have and any man can be controlled with the sway of your hips and the wink of your eye. And, showing a little cleavage wouldnâ€™t hurt either.â€ If she were going to marry, it would be to Eric. He was everything she wanted. Handsome, well educated, focused, rich and eager to please in and out of bed. But she also learned from her aunts, the wife always got the leftovers and Kyla didnâ€™t like leftovers or sloppy seconds. When Eric suggested the apartment, at first she thought, he was ashamed of her. But Ericâ€™s response to her kiss and touch convinced her, she was his priority. She knew she was in charge. She eased her hand further down his pants pleading, â€œBaby, please make me sing again before sending me off to start the day.â€ She kissed his neck before dropping the sheet that was caressing her body and walked into the bathroom. He stood still contemplating the repercussions of being late to the office, when he heard the shower running. He looked at his watch and texted his assistant he would be late. He put his phone on the desk, striped, walked into the steam filled bathroom and opened the shower door to a wet and soapy Kyla, smiling. â€œAre you ready to sing?â€ he asked as he leaned her up against the slippery tiled wall. He pressed himself against her and filled his mouth with every inch of her. He lifted her from behind and rode her like a beautiful long legged mare. The harder he rode, the louder she sang. One last trot, and he sang out too. He rested his head on her chest and she had her answer, â€œno,â€ there was no one else, just her. She reached over and turned the hot water off. They both needed to cool down. â€œBaby, Iâ€™ll do whatever you want, just donâ€™t leave me,â€ he begged. She smiled to herself and replied, â€œWhatever you say baby.â€ He pulled away and she turned the hot water back on and washed him like a newborn baby. Gently stroking every inch of him. He knew there wasnâ€™t another woman like her. No woman ever treated him like this. He stood still and let her soft hands wash him clean. On his way to work, he called her. â€œYou are an amazing woman.â€ She remained silent. â€œCan I see you tonight?â€ She thought for a moment before replying, â€œOnly if you promise to repeat that shower scene.â€ â€œYour wish is my command.â€ Now more than three years later and countless showers and secret meetings, sheâ€™s still calling the shots.
On the heels of celebrating the one year anniversary of my first published, book, Iâ€™m happy to announce the next installment of Generational Curse [currently titled â€œIntentional Curse], is scheduled for summer 2016â€¦hopefully.
Itâ€™s been a fun 2015. Iâ€™m excited to see what happens in 2016. I pray everyone has a blessed and prosperous 2016 packed with great stories to share.
As if Olivia Merriman doesn’t have enough to do in her beloved town of New Moon Beach, now her grouchy great-grandmother has recruited her to head up their coven of witches; her sisters are miffed, the coven is pushing her to accept the job, and to top it all off an evil wizard is messing with her love life. More info →