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The book cover for Simone ~ The Crush Files has been selected to take part in the AllAuthor’s monthly “Cover of the Month” contest. The top 100 covers with the most votes will move onto the 2nd round of the competition on June 7th.
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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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Humans are idiots!
For thousands of years, mankind was under the notion that they were at the top of the food chain. Strange happenings over time proved otherwise. But they couldn’t be convinced. The arrogance of it all. Or perhaps one should call it ignorance.
Mankind had once again thrust itself into a war built on hate, bigotry and power. History repeated itself tenfold. Only this time, it was worse. Racism and prejudice escalated to an all-time high. More than half of the world’s population were what society labeled as Exoticals, which was just another way of saying bi-racial. Despite that, humans still found reasons to hate each other. If that wasn’t bad enough, they damn near destroyed the ozone layer, so much that there were certain sectors—dead zones—where the air was unbreathable. Creators of their own demise.
Again, idiots.
Mother Earth was deteriorating, due to mankind’s incompetence and lack of compassion to her needs. Healthcare went to hell with the economy. Gas prices soared and religious beliefs were demolished.
In the midst of all that, the wealthy society took over. The Blue Bloods. Money ruled the world. Guess there was nothing new there.
A new division was formed. Now, it was the Blue Bloods against the middle class and the poor. Classism. Right when the wealthy were on the verge of systematically exterminating the society they called commoners, it happened.
Year 2066, October seventeenth, everything changed.
Creatures only believed to exist in fantasy novels and horror movies crawled up from their graves and declared in one powerful roar that they were the supreme species.
The immortals.
For mankind, the end days were here!
The devil spawns rapidly multiplied, turning their victims into demons against their will. They spread around the globe like a plague. Humans died in droves. Blood and tears ran like rivers in the streets.
Mankind was forced to put their differences aside to survive. Such a shame that’s what it took. Maybe that was the idea. Maybe that’s why God had forsaken the human race. It was because they had forsaken him.
As a response to the threat, the United Nations formed the Cross Federation. Interesting name considering they were basically a league of Blue Bloods from different countries who detested religion. All that aside, they thought they knew what was best for the world, and since the world had no one else to turn to, the Cross Federation was their only hope.
Walls were built and technology was advanced in an effort to preserve the human race. Men and women were trained as knights and pumped with a drug that afforded them the special ability to annihilate the opposing force.
And thus, the Blood Wars began…
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Saturday Snippet!Lost in a sea of pleasure, Imrie cried out, never wanting the sensation to end. Whatever he desires of me, I will do it. She turned her head, allowing him to drink freely.
Ukemi appeared in the doorway.
Imrie went rigid.
Thankfully, the vision and blood lust had Lord Lucius distracted, or for lack of a better word, occupied. Had he seen Ukemi, he would’ve reacted.
“Ukemi, you shouldn’t be here! If he sees you…”
With her sweet face bunched in disappointment, she shook her head. “You’re no better than your husband. You sold your soul and body to the devil just to trap the dragon queen, and now he owns you.”
“No my dear girl, I sold my soul and body to the devil so you wouldn’t have to. Now please, return to your quarters before he senses you.”
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Sex, Drugs, Rock n’ Roll… and Murder
“What do you have over these cops? Have you given favors to them all? Even the chief? Is that why you carry on like you own the place?”
MonaLisa swirled around and cocked her head to the side. “Hold up. Did you just call me a whore?”
Toshiro shrugged. “If the shoe fits…”
The smile she offered was full of malice. “Ooo, what a trashy prince you are. You’re just begging for my attention, aren’t you? Well you got it. Consider yourself on my radar.”
On her radar? Is that a threat? In a flash, he was in her face. With his hand braced against the wall behind her and the other wrapped around her arm, he pinned her to the building. Despite the position he had her in, she continued to puff away on her cancer stick, which in turn, infuriated him further.
Toshiro snatched the cigarette from between her lips, threw it on the ground and stomped on it. Noses inches apart, he breathed in her aroma. She smelled of smoke and strawberries. The combination disturbed him, more so because it also aroused him. She confused his senses, made him feel things he wasn’t quite sure of. This close, he could see the specks of gold lining her chocolate brown irises. They shimmered like stars. Aside from her face, it was one of the prettiest things he’d ever seen.
What are you doing, Toshiro?
He swallowed the lump easing up his throat. “After I catch my perp, I’m going to make it my business to bring you and your band of thugs down.”
“Is that right?” Her eyelids fluttered, her breathing wavered. “A’ight then.” She flicked her tongue out and swept it over his lips. “Game on, Mah-soo-dah.”
He scrambled back, nearly falling over the hood of a police cruiser. A heatwave rushed over him and settled in his groin. Wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, he glared at her. His lips quivered, his cock throbbed.
She released a deep, sultry laugh. “Ohh, you’re just too easy. Gotta toughen up if you’re gonna pick fights with me. Catch ya’ later.” Her swaying rear end taunted him as she headed for the shiny royal blue and white antique vehicle.
If he wasn’t mistaken, it was a Plymouth Fury. Couldn’t give her credit for lady-like behavior, but at least she had good taste in cars.
She spun around on a playful twirl and dared to light another cigarette. “Just remember, Inspector Mah-soo-dah…” She took a draw from the end and winked at him. “When you bust, I’ll bust harder.”
His chest drew so tight he could hardly breathe. What was pure rage manifested into something explosive, something he couldn’t control. “That is it!” As his feet carried him forward, his mind went blank.
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