A snippet from SCORPION TAIL (Fade To Black) **COMING SOON**
Alicia lumbered into the kitchen, yanked the fridge open and grabbed a bottle of milk. The light within cast a glow over the round table by the window. The gleam brought a dark figure into view. At first, it looked like a harmless shadow.
But then, it moved.
Her heart lunged up into her throat. Gasping, she scurried backwards. The bottle fell from her grip and cold liquid splashed over her feet.
A deep sigh-filled exhale came from the shadow. With it, a smoky scent drifted by her nose.
Eyes glued on the intruder, she inched over to the wall and flipped the switch. The single ceiling light flickered on. Her mouth went dry and her body tensed.
Seated at the table, dressed in all black, was Becca. Legs crossed, he gazed out the open kitchen window as he puffed away on a cigarette. His long hair concealed the sides of his face, making him appear as nothing more than a silhouette. Black leather gloves covered his hands, which meant one thing. He didn’t want to leave any fingerprints.
Gun. She had it hidden in the cabinet above the fridge. How could she get to it, without sparking his suspicions? “How did you get in here?” Stupid question, but it was the only thing she could think to say at the moment. She’d never been this scared in her life. His presence alone shook her to the core. “Are… are you here kill me?”
He breathed out a stream of smoke, then finally turned and fixed those eerie, bright on her. “That’s entirely up to you.” Using his foot, he pushed the chair adjacent from him out from the table. “Have a seat.”
A snippet from SCORPION TAIL (Fade To Black) **COMING SOON**
With his hands shoved in his pockets, Toshiro walked along the side of the building, passed the parking lot and people loitering. He made it to the rear, where there was an alleyway, probably no more than ten feet wide. A brick wall, almost as tall as the building, blocked off the alleyway. It was recessed about two feet from the building’s edge, which made an indention, perfect for climbing.
He brushed his fingers across a few grooves etched into the wall. Stepping back, he examined its height.
Just under the roof’s overhang, a camera pointed away from the barrier. It was most likely aimed at the club’s rear entrance. He stood there a few seconds, listening for voices on the other side. The clamor and laughter from people leaving and entering the club made it difficult to decipher the sounds.
He had to make a choice. Either stand here and wait for the opportune moment to make his move, which would leave him open to be caught by security. Or, take a gamble and scale the wall now and possibly face the repercussions on the other side.
Prison Guard’s Son ~ LaVerne Thompson writing as Ursula Sinclair
“I can only be who I am.”
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.
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 Guard’s Son Except
It 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.
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.
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When Abigail Clark agrees to join her best friend on a getaway to New Orleans, she has no idea what’s in store for her. After her friend coaxes her into attending a Masquerade Ball, Abigail finds herself stuck in an awkward situation. However, she is delightfully caught off guard when Daniel Lérue, a gorgeous younger man shows interest in her.
He offers her a night filled with unforgettable passion. With that, he awakens a sexual appetite that has been dormant for quite some time.
Will she shy away from her body’s masked desires or surrender to the call of untamed lust?
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.
Today, I have a new image to share with you. I hope you like it as much as I do!
I came across an artist named David Dennis on Tumblr and I immediately jumped at the chance to work with him. He’s a great guy, who is totally unaffected by my wacky personality. *grin* I can’t wait to share more of his art with you. Many of you know I’m a HUGE anime and manga fan, which is why I was drawn to his artwork. Anime takes me to my happy place, and so does his art style.
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Now, I present to you, the badass black panther shifter from
“I’ve often asked myself, could I have you without hurting you; rouse your body in ways you never knew possible without tripping over to the dark side of my nature and taking my desire for you too far? How can I resist, when I want you more than my next breath?” ~ Tajaé Zhang
Tajaé is the second in command of the UK based Chalvaiz clan—the largest shifter clan in the world. He is ruthless, ferocious when in battle, and at times, separated from morality. But that doesn’t mean he can’t be a lover and a fighter. He is introduced in the fourth installment of the Dragon Queen Series, SHIFTING DARKNESS. In this novel, London has been thrown into a vicious zombie apocalypse. It’s up to Tajaé and his clan to eliminate the rapid spread of this demon virus before it destroys mankind as we know it.
An unseen war is brewing in the shadowy underworld of London. Dr. Faith Miller, a local pathologist, is exposed to the horrific reality when she stumbles upon her brother consuming the flesh of his lover.
Tajaé Zhang, the second in command of the UK based black panther pack of the Chalvaiz clan, and his fellow shifters have been systematically exterminating the walking corpses—zombies, in an attempt to control the rapidly spreading demon virus.
Secretly, he has observed Faith from afar for months. His attraction for her has grown into an untamable love. After she’s bitten and infected with the virus, Tajaé defies the laws of the shifter packs and puts his life on the line to save hers.
I love my readers! And this is one of the reasons why.
Model: Jessie Pavelka
A fellow reader, Shalawn, surprised me with these collages of the characters after she read MASKED DESIRESfrom the Carnal Diaries Series. I love to hear from the readers and when they express their love for my work in this artistic form, I can’t help but smile and keep writing.
Thank you for your ongoing support, Shalawn!
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I have a stellar sketch to share with you today! This wonderful piece was created by the very talented artist, Takeia Marie.
For those of you who have read The Dragon Queen Series, you know this sassy chick is Sharayna “Rayne” Piers, the all-powerful Dragon Queen. Takeia managed to expose Rayne’s saucy demeanor and hidden strength in this sketch.
Isn’t this beautiful?
This feeds my desire to see the Dragon Queen series as a graphic novel, or manga. 😉
Stay tuned! I have an absolutely wicked drawing of Maurisio Bithanos, also created by Takeia Marie, to share with you later. 😉
Bare your throat, my lovelies.
This dark fantasy series will suck your passions and leave you anxious for more.
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“Evil has the habit of nesting in the most unlikely places.” ~ Demetri Bithanos