Now Available, SIMONE #NewRelease #ASMSG #IARTG

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A teaser from Simone for your reading pleasure…

A little over two months ago, she hijacked my heart. I’d only been in New York for a week. I was in the process acclimating to the metro transportation system when a loud female voice jolted me.

“Yo, what the fuck are you looking at?” she said, her raw tone laced with that New Yorker’s accent.

She garnered the attention of everyone on that car.

I looked up from my phone to find a stunning girl glaring at some dude standing across from her.

“I’m looking at you, mami,” he announced with a smarmy grin.

“I suggest you avert your eyes before I pluck them outta your fuckin’ head, hombre.”

He laughed, which sounded forced. “You ain’t much to look at anyway, uppity black puta.” Hanging on to the railing, he made his way to my end of the car. He may have had the last word, but the scowl on his face indicated that his ego had taken a hit.

After that, I found myself helplessly obsessed with her.

Simone typically sat on the same bench every day, and every day I moved a little closer to her. Took me two months to muster up the courage to sit right across from her. Wonder how long it would take to occupy the same bench as her. I watched her through the throng of bodies swaying with the motion of the car, like I did every morning. I tried many times, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I never could. I was blatantly staring again.

A shudder coasted across the walls of the vehicle, making it lurch.

That’s when she looked up. She glanced to the left then the right and forward, where our gazes clashed.

 Oh God, oh God… Oh God! The furious knocking beneath my chest increased. A bout of heat spread throughout my entire body.

Please don’t curse me out. I can’t help but stare.

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Simone, Available for Pre-Order #ComingSoon #ASMSG #IARTG

“I don’t know what it is about her, but she sets my soul on fire by simply existing.”

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New Look for the New Year #YNWrites #ASMSG #IARTG

Happy New Year folks! I hope everyone is having a splendid new year so far.

Like every new year, I change the appearance of my website. Unfortunately, this year, the change came early due to some unforeseen circumstances.

Last week, a cover model took to social media with a rant on obesity that spread like a wildfire through the author community and publishing industry. Not only did he get the attention of many authors, but he also gained the attention of readers.

This cover model didn’t say anything new in his explosive post. People have been preaching about the obesity problem in the US for years. However, the tone he used to express his thoughts on obesity is what really got people’s attention. The words “fat” and “lazy” were often used throughout his post. Instead of encouraging those who are overweight to seek a healthier lifestyle, he used his platform to belittle and berate women of a particular size. And I say women because his rant was directly geared toward women.

Although he’s not the first model to go on such a rant, I thought he was better than that. I was disappointed in him. Of course, once he set that dumpster fire, authors and readers alike lashed out at him. He, in turn, lashed back and his comments grew nastier and nastier. This showed me that I didn’t know him like I thought I did, and that he was indeed a crappy human being.

I won’t say his name. He knows who he is, and by now, I’m pretty sure a lot of you know who he is as well.

After that debacle, I decided to cut ties with him. I will no longer use any of his images on my work, my blog nor my website.

Thankfully, his face is only on one of my book covers. I will leave it as it is since that story is more than five years old. However, his face was plastered all over my website. Yikes! Thanks to the quick work of my cover artist, that is no longer a problem.

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I plan to make more changes to my website within the next few months, but until then, back into the writing cave I go. Catch ya’ later, folks!

Another Year Behind Us. Hello, 2019.

Happy New Year, everyone!

I’m so glad to have made it through another year, and I’m glad you guys made it with me. May not be a big deal for some, but for me, that’s enough reason to celebrate. Cheers!

At the beginning of 2018, I made a resolution. Though I tried, I wasn’t able to reach my goal. Part of the reason was due to something that happened in my personal life, and the other part was due to my lack of drive to make it happen. Earlier last year, my hubby fell ill, right after my boys got over a bad flu. It caused a big scare. As a result, I directed all of my attention to my better half’s health, totally disregarding my chatty characters and even my own health. I was so concerned about him, I didn’t even realize I was sick myself. It was a respiratory infection, which truly sucks for someone with bronchitis asthma. *sigh* Thankfully, I caught it before it got really bad.

Nevertheless, throughout it all, my writing suffered. Life happens so it couldn’t be helped. That just means I have to push harder to get ahead just in case life throws another monkey wrench my way.

That said, I’m going to do things differently this year. Instead of announcing my new year’s resolution, I’m going to keep to myself and make it happen. I won’t TALK about it, I’ll BE about it. That’s my motto this year and I plan to stick with it.

I have high hopes that you’ll be able to stick with your plans to reach your goals as well. Let’s do it together!

COVER REVEAL #WhateverNiyahWants #ASMSG #IARTG #ComingSoon #Romance #Menage

COVER REVEAL FOR WHATEVER NIYAH WANTS

Niyah ‘Butterfly’ Darby, a YouTube sensation, finds herself entangled in steamy love affairs with two gorgeous bachelors.

How will she choose when her heart reaches for them both?

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This Passionate Thing #WhatEverNiyahWants #Romance #Teaser #ASMSG #IARTG

Enjoy a teaser from the upcoming romance novel, Whatever Niyah Wants!

This Passionate Thing…

 

There was something in his seductive eyes that said he wasn’t satisfied with her long drawn out, sappy reply. “I have a feeling you asked me about our relationship for a deeper reason.”

“Deeper…” A chesty chuckle rumbled from him. “Why haven’t you told Wes about us?”

Her next breath got caught in her throat. She stared into his bright eyes, unsure on what to say.

“Is it because he’s your lover too?”

Uneasiness swarmed her, chasing her bliss away. She pulled back from him and maneuvered to the edge of the bed.

Surprisingly, he let her move.

She drew the sheet around her body and gazed out the window. The beautiful city of Atlanta and its sparkling nightlights gazed back at her. “You knew?”

“I’ve known from the day we met.”

She’d lied to him. She told him that she and Wes were just really good friends, but apparently, her false words were only convincing to her own ears.  “How?”

“The way you two gaze at each other when you think no one is watching…I only pretended to be oblivious to it because I didn’t want to disrespect what you two had, but the day we kissed, all of that changed. I would’ve said something earlier. Although, I didn’t think I was in a position to do so.” That would explain why he needed to know where they stood relationship-wise.

He fell silent, and so did she.

Author Yvonne Nicolas © 2018 

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SCORPION TAIL, Live on Google Play #IRRomance #Mystery #ASMSG #IARTG

SCORPION TAIL, NOW AVAILABLE AT GOOGLE PLAY

Hips swaying, she sashayed across the stage with her electric guitar, Venom, in tow. Her swarthy skin shimmered like dark diamonds under the spotlights. Strawberry blonde dreadlocks cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She swept a gaze over the eager crowd. The lights caught the spark in her haunting eyes, adding to her seductive allure. 

A jeweled choker adorned her long neck. Fashioned from leather and lace, a crimson corset hugged her torso, and a short plaid skirt flared out over her bodacious hips. Completing her stage ensemble, skin-tight leather clung to her legs, and a pair of red, wedge-heeled sneakers sparkled on her feet.

This woman was a rock goddess haloed in lights. Wielding her mighty guitar, she ruled the stage and everyone beyond it. 

Our mistress, Queen Sting. 

Stirring with great anticipation, the crowd waited. Not one person shifted their attention from the stage. 

A wicked smirk graced her face. Positioned at the microphone, she whirled Venom in front of her and teased the strings with her long, scarlet painted nails. Her glossy lips parted and her tongue slid out, revealing a sparkling guitar pick. She plucked it off her tongue and cooed in a husky timbre, “‘S’up, sexy bitches.” 

A voluminous roar bounced off the club’s walls as the sea of people went into frenzy. 

“Allow me to introduce my band of badasses!” With one hand wrapped around Venom’s neck, she ripped the pick across the taut strings. The electric guitar released a rebellious cry. It soared through the large speakers like a thunderous strike. “On bass is my Californian playboy… Chase.” 

The bright eyed, floppy-haired kid to her left strummed the golden beauty hanging from his neck, drawing screams from the women in the audience. 

“On keys, the sexiest man you’re ever gonna lay eyes on… Becca.” 

With his lengthy hair draped over the sides of his face, the guy to her right flashed an enticing smile as he fingered the keys on his instrument. The crazed screams only grew louder. 

“And on drums, my brotha from another motha… Slice! Hit it, baby!” 

Surrounded by a shiny percussion set, the muscular man in the fedora whipped his stick from one drum to the other, delivering a brutal beating. A wild cadence resonated through the building. 

“I’m MonaLisa and we are Scorpion Tail!” The band thundered into a hard-edged rhythm with their mistress leading the way. “Say your prayers, ‘cause we’re about to rock you ‘til death!” Her raspy voice surged into song, “It courses through your veins, my sweet, poisonous kiss… Take me again like that, fill me with your painful bliss… Let me thank you for your pretty lies and smiling deceit… I’ll remember you, only for the days of pain and nights of grief…” 

Even though the lyrics she delivered were ominous in their nature, her voice was hypnotic. Spellbinding. 

Struck in complete awe, Toshiro watched her strum her magnificent guitar, with her dreads swaying wildly about under the flashing lights. 

Her gaze locked on him, a sultry smile followed. “Tell me you wanna die, baby, just for a taste… Give me your soul as you fall in my embrace…” 

Can she see me through the blinding lights and sea of jerking bodies? The idea she could separate him from the mob was a fool’s fantasy, but the possibility sent an unrelenting shudder down his body. Even though the building was packed from wall to wall with people caught under her spell, he felt like he was the only one in the club. 

She’s singing and playing just for me. 

His bones vibrated with the heart-thumping pulse, his blood ran hot. The taste of her lips lingered in his memory. The thought of her poisonous kiss tightened his groin. He couldn’t rip his eyes away, no matter how hard he tried. From that moment on, he couldn’t deny it. He was enthralled, bound to her in body and spirit, and he would never be able to live without her. 

MonaLisa…

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