Now Available, SIMONE #NewRelease #ASMSG #IARTG

*Click image to be redirected to buy page

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.

Available At:

Ice Dragon Press: https://yvonnenicolas.com/simone

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2Uz8lvM

Barnes & Noble: https://bit.ly/2VQKw2E

Apple: https://apple.co/2F8qBGZ

Google Books: https://bit.ly/2JibOxI

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/simone-24

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.

*Click image to be redirected to Yvonne Nicolas’s website.

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!

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?

*Release date will be announced soon. Stay tuned.*

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 

Cover Reveal and Release Date for Whatever Niyah Wants Coming Soon

Signup for my newsletter to stay tuned!

Click image to sign up for Yvonne’s newsletter

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…

Thanks for reading!

Also Available At:

Ice Dragon Press

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

iBooks

Kobo

SEDUCING AN ASSASSIN, Live on Google Play #IRRomance #CarnalDiaries#ASMSG #IARTG

SEDUCING AN ASSASSIN, NOW AVAILABLE AT GOOGLE PLAY

After attaching my bipod, I slipped on my black leather gloves then took my post.

One-thirty p.m. Like clockwork, Deverati’s snowy Bugatti whipped around the corner and parallel parked across the street from Café Josephine.

“Alright Half-a-mil, let’s do this.” I watched the car through my scope, anxious for the moment my mark revealed himself.

The butterfly door on the driver side swung open, he stepped out and the world shifted into slow motion.

“Daaayum,” I breathed out.

The Italian leather shoes, tailored black slacks and tan trench coat fit him to perfection. A gust of wind breezed by and flared his coat’s tail, adding to the magnificence of his striking presence. A pair of dark Aviators hid his eyes. Sheer arrogance poured off of him in waves as he strutted across the street.

When he disappeared into Josephine’s Cafe, the world returned to its normal pace and I caught my breath.

Fuck the pictures! This man was gorgeous. Even his swagger was a thing of beauty.

Before returning to my sniper scope, I blinked twice. “Focus, Monroe,” I whispered as I mentally reminded myself of the mission.

Eliminate the target.

His superciliousness alone justified him as being more than worthy of a visit from my bullet. But, as I watched him walk across the street with his standard large latte in hand, something about him intrigued me, and it wasn’t just his looks.

Thanks for reading!

Also Available At:

Ice Dragon Press

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

iBooks

Kobo

MASKED DESIRES, Live on Google Play #IRRomance #CarnalDiaries#ASMSG #IARTG

MASKED DESIRES, NOW AVAILABLE AT GOOGLE PLAY

Three men were huddled over a table in the far corner of the bar area, where they conversed, laughed and enjoyed their drinks. Like they’d just stepped off the stage of a Shakespearian play, they sported costumes that were stylishly dated for a Masquerade ball, capes and all. Neither one of them appeared to be in our age bracket. In fact, they looked like cougar bait. That made me feel old.

The one Allison had her eyes on, a smooth cocoa brother with a wavy fade, snapped his attention our way. The two men at his sides―one looked Latin and the other white―followed suit.

Uh-oh. I fidgeted uncomfortably under their steady gazes. Allison, on the other hand, flashed a megawatt smile, assumed a provocative stance and stuck her voluptuous chest out for their scrutiny.

“Looks like they’re going to a Masquerade too.” The words slid off Allison’s tongue like she’d just tasted something scrumptious. “One of every flavor. A yummy man swirl.”

Oh goodness, trouble! 

Mischief played in Allison’s steely blue eyes. No doubt about it, I was about to be yanked into an awkward, uncomfortable situation. I started getting the jitters. The pounding beneath my chest grew faster at the sparkle in Allison’s leer and the developing interest from the beautiful young men across the way.

Desperate to get out of the building before Allison made her move, I inched closer to the exit. “Let’s go ahead and get our cab, Ally. Running late, remember?”

Her white gloved hand caught me by the wrist. “Trying to run off on me, honey.”

“I’m trying to go hail a cab. You cussed me out for making us late and now you wanna set us back further?”

“They are worth the set back.” Her eyes glued on the handsome gents, she murmured, “Besides, the party doesn’t jump off until we arrive anyway.”

“No girl, I see what you’re ‘bout to do, and I’m not comfortable with it.” I tried to sound stern and serious, but the alcohol sailing through my system made my voice waver and slur. Dang, I’m a lightweight.

“Uh-huh, right, let’s go see if they’re going to the same ball.”

“Please don’t do this,” I begged as I was pulled across the cream tiles to the bar area. “Allison, don’t…”

The closer we got to the threesome, the hotter they became. By the time we stepped onto the carpeted area, I wasn’t resisting anymore. What’s the use anyway? Allison was going to drag me into the mix one way or another.

Author Yvonne Nicolas © 2018

Thanks for reading!

Also Available At:

Ice Dragon Press

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

iBooks

Kobo