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

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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.

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

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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

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ROCK STAR LOVER, Live on Google Play #IRRomance #ASMSG #IARTG

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Superstar, Ripp Collins had the crowd spellbound, enthralled by his beauty and raspy, haunting voice as he belted out a verse. “When you look at me, tease my desire with a mere gaze, it shreds the edges of my soul…”

The indie rock band Devil’s Avenue was under the spotlight tonight, and they had the club packed to capacity.

The pulse of the bass drum and the cry of the electric guitar whipped through the building like a harsh, metallic rock n’ roll storm. The music’s roar mingled with the fans’ zealous screams. Multicolored lights flashed over the performers, adding to the dark and mysterious ambiance they created.

But Ripp… He glistened under the fluorescent beams, like a divine being. Flicking his fingers across the guitar strings, he rocked his hips to the beat, threw his head back, and let out one of his gritty primal cries.

The crowd went wild.

An unwanted smile dared to cross my face. I sat rooted to the barstool at the back of the club, refusing to let his bad boy allure draw me under his spell, like everyone else. But damn, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, which meant, I was already enchanted. Now that I think about it, I’ve been spellbound for quite some time now.

Author Yvonne Nicolas © 2018 

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DESIGNING LOVE, Live on Google Play #IRRomance #ASMSG #IARTG

A few days ago, Google extended an invitation for me to join Google Play. I’m excited about this because the more platforms my books are offered on, the better for the readers. Due to my tight writing schedule, I won’t be adding them all in one day. Instead, I’ll add one every other day. Then I’ll post it to let you know it’s available.

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The pounding beat of the hard rock music vibrated through the vehicle, adding to the firestorm raging within her core. 

Josephine clutched her thighs together and shifted in the leather seat, hoping to God the feeling would go away, but the longer she sat there next to him, the worse it became.

Dammit, why didn’t I take a cab? 

On every inhale, she couldn’t help but breathe him in. He smelled so damn good. His cologne, combined with his natural scent, enticed her senses, and made her mouth water for a taste of him. 

She kept taking shifty glances at his masculine hands and long fingers as they gripped the steering wheel. Feverish, she wrung her hands together in her lap, fighting the need to slip her fingers between her thighs and heal the ache dangling on the edge of her clit.

Ahhh, this is torture!!!

“You okay?” 

“Uh-huh, sure, yeah I’m fine,” she murmured nervously, diverting her gaze out the window. “My first time riding in a Land Rover. I used to hate the exterior design of them, all boxy like. But uh, it’s nicer than I expected.” 

“Thanks, I guess.”

She couldn’t even look at him. Best she didn’t. He had a wicked way of sucking her into the deep blue fantasy in his eyes. It was too dangerous of a place to be, a place where she could easily lose herself in a heat of passion. Damn him! It wasn’t fair he had this kind of effect on her, especially when she tried so hard to stay on the right path. 

“Here we go.” The vehicle pulled to a stop at the entrance of the hotel.

“Thanks for the ride,” she uttered quickly.

She went for the handle in an attempt to make a run for it. Before she could escape, he latched onto her wrist, forcing her to turn and look at him. 

Inky curls hung loosely over his forehead, enhancing his sex appeal. God, why?

“I know this goes against what we discussed, but I just… I want to spend a little time with you, get to know you. And where we go from there, I don’t know, let’s―let’s just leave it to fate. I like you a lot Josephine, and I truly hope you feel the same way about me.” His eyes were so sincere, so hopeful

Dammit, she had almost made it out of the vehicle. She closed her eyes for a brief moment to steady her thoughts, to think of something to say that didn’t involve the words, fuck me, please.

“Don’t make this any harder than it already is. Like I said before, I’m in a relationship and this would onlyI just can’t.” She gently twisted her wrist from his grip. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

She darted out of the vehicle, leaving his alluring scent behind. He called after her, but she didn’t dare turn around. The fever he engendered rolled down her body in waves, causing her to break out in a cold sweat. 

Without hailing the doorman, she ran up the entrance steps and through the open glass doors. She hurried past the lounge area to the elevators. The sliding doors opened, welcoming her in, but she hesitated to enter. 

She didn’t want to go back to her room all worked up like this. She needed to clear her head, to think of something, anything other than him. She needed… a stiff drink.

Scampering from the bank of elevators, she retraced her steps then made a sharp right turn to the bar. Neon lights haloed the handsome bartender like he was the God of Liquor and Spirits.

“Sapphire martini, no, two shots of Vanilla cognac, uhm, no wait… Better yet, hook me up with a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue, on the rocks. Josephine Burnett, room eight fourteen. Charge it please.” 

“Yes ma’am!” The bartender flashed a megawatt smile as he prepared her drink.

Clutching the chilled glass, she rushed to an empty booth in the far right corner, away from the packed bar. No matter how hard she tried to slow her erratic breathing, it wouldn’t settle. She took a much-needed swallow of her chosen beverage. The burning liquid added fuel to the fire already blazing within her. 

God, she wanted him so badly, more than she’d ever wanted anyone. 

This was crazy. She loved Terry and would never cheat on him. Never! He was her first and only man. No one had ever touched her body but him, and no one else would!

Maybe if she called and heard his voice, it’d put an end to this crazy desire flooding her body. Doubtful, but she had to try something.

She looked to her side for her trusty handbag to seek out her phone. It wasn’t there! Where… Oh no. “Shit.” In her haste to get away from Devon, she’d left her bag sitting in the backseat. 

Double shit! 

Frantic, she slid to the edge of the booth, ready to make a mad dash through the bar, when all of a sudden her Louis Vuitton bag was placed on the table in front of her.

Reluctantly, she looked up to meet with those metallic blue eyes. His lids half-mast and chest heaving, he stared down at her. Everything blurred around him. 

With her hand plastered across her rapid thumping heart, she dropped her eyes to his hand. He still had a tight hold on the handle of her purse. His fingers slowly unfurled. The same fingers she wanted stroking her skin, teasing her clit, thrusting deep inside of her dewy entrance. She bristled and shook her head. Too late, the images were lodged deep in her mind.

“Dammit, Devon,” she pushed out on a heavy sigh.

His audible gulp sliced through the clamor of the bar. “You’re welcome.”

He turned to leave. Without thought, she reached out and grabbed his wrist. As she tugged on him, his pulse raced beneath her fingers. 

“Yes?” Hand braced on the edge of the table, he squatted to be eye level with her. “What is it, Josephine?” 

Please, you beautiful sexy man, don’t make me say it, she begged with her eyes.

Somewhere along the way, she must have picked up telepathy because he simply nodded and raised his keys. “Let me turn my Rover over to the valet. I’ll be right back.”

Author Yvonne Nicolas © 2018 

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I Can Only Be Who I Am @lavernethompson #RockMyWorld #99Cents #ASMSG #RMW

ROCK MY WORLD ANTHOLOGY

Prison Guard’s Son ~ LaVerne Thompson writing as Ursula Sinclair

“I can only be who I am.”

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I never knew my mother. I tell people she died shortly after I was born, that stops any more questions. So I don’t have to say she was a convicted felon who died while in prison. Nor do I have to talk about the fact that my father was one of her guards. He raised me as best he could. The one thing I never had or wanted was a family, he was family enough. The only other thing I ever needed was my music. I never pretended to be anything other than what I am, but then she entered my life and my music suffered. I needed to be someone else, anyone else or I could never have her. She could never know the truth about me or I wouldn’t be there to save her.

Eryn

I never knew my father. Growing up in a large extended family, I was never alone. I just grew up without a father. He died before I was born and while I always had adult male relatives to help guide me, I still missed him. He never even knew of my existence, but I felt his presence everyday of my life. His legacy helped shape me. Then I heard this voice one day, singing with such a soul deep loneliness. I had to respond. But when I did, he turned my world upside down. Then I found out the truth. Prison_banner2

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PrisonGuardsSon-FJM_Low_Res_500x750It was true. I keep my business separate from my personal, because I never allow any woman I ever sleep with to get personal. Other than the physical. That only last one night. I want no expectations and let any woman I sleep with know that from the first.

If they couldn’t deal then it didn’t happen. And yeah, so what if I’ve slept with most any woman that attracts me and some that I’ve worked with in the past? It was never more than once. I always tell them, if they can’t handle it let me know up front and it won’t happen. Only once did I ever have to replace my publicist because she didn’t believe my one night rule. Then again, it was not even for one night. I never spent the night with a woman. Ever. I preferred waking up alone.

Women got ideas when they fall asleep with you wrapped around them, or they you. So no…not going there. Not giving them that impression at all. Still, I instinctively knew, Eryn would take some work. Yet, in the end, I would get what I want. I always did. And from the moment she stared at me…I wanted her.

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LaVerne Thompson is an award winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She also writes romantic suspense and new adult romance under the pen name Ursula Sinclair.

She is a certified chocoholic and is currently working on several projects. Some might even involve chocolate. Both of her daughters are now away at college. However, she and her husband don’t like the term empty nester. She’s added a cat to the household to keep the dog of the house company. Hopefully, writing will keep her sane. Antho FB Banner 4

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Romantic excerpt from Kali Willows’ novel, SAVANNAH’S GHOST TALE (Paranormal, contemporary, erotic romance)

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Savannah Teale has an obsession with the supernatural—to disprove it. An unorthodox Ghost Hunter with a dark secret, she doesn’t believe in life after death. Not anymore. Being romantically challenged since the traumatic death of her fiancé, she has no interest in dating, but her sister’s loving interference has led her to accept a date for a 1Night Stand.

Cameron Evans is one of Savannah’s most handsome, charismatic, and sexy bachelors. He’s an exceptionally gifted tour guide, and a psychic, but hasn’t learned how to turn off his gifts. Since his conversations with the dead are a turn-off for most women—to put it mildly—Cameron has turned to Madame Eve to find a woman who can accept him for himself and all he has to give.

They may be a great match—if a certain, lingering ghost would just step out of the picture.

What the hell is going on? A shadow flashed across the stone threshold, startling her. Her heart raced and she stumbled down the steps, her eyes flitting frantically back and forth, scanning for movement but finding none. Her clumsy feet tangling, she stumbled over a flat stone and toppled backward.

A sudden heat surrounded her and she paused in mid-fall, suspended over the dark pit of an open grave. Breathless and terror-stricken, it took her a moment to realize the warmth was strong arms wrapped around her. Back on her feet, she spun around to find Cameron, the tour guide, watching her with an amused expression.

“Are you okay?” He gripped her shaking shoulders.

“I’m fine, I just saw—I tripped.” Vannah tried to catch her breath, her mind racing with madness.

“You should watch where you’re stepping in a cemetery.”

“I didn’t expect—I didn’t realize they still buried people here.”

“You know, it’s frowned upon to be raiding graves at night around these parts.”

“I wasn’t raiding anything.” She jerked out of his hold and grabbed her bag from the ground, jamming her detector back inside. I’m glad none of my equipment ended up in that grave. She yanked her twisted camisole top and shorts back into place.

“What did you see?” His penetrating gaze sent a current through her chest.

“Nothing, I didn’t—there’s nothing to see, let’s go.”

“Whoa, whoa, hang on. Something scared you. Tell me what you saw.”

If she wasn’t throbbing with terror right now, she might have actually swooned under his gaze. “Are you deaf? I said I didn’t see anything.” She turned to walk away.

“Who is Mark?”

With a white hot jolt, her stomach bottomed out and her feet froze to the ground. “Who is Mark and why can’t he breathe?”

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