Seems I've written two more books since I last updated this blog. Darkest Eye Productions so far is a one-woman operation these days, and I am trying not to spread myself around too thin. Except for regularly, posting, I think I'm doing okay considering, I barely know what I am doing. Anyhow, like I said I've dropped two new books. In Too Deep and In His Eyes. These stories are similar and very different at the same time. If you read them you will see what I mean. I had fun writing these love stories and making the covers. I produced a trailer for In His Eyes but not In Too Deep. I don't exactly know why I haven't felt the need to make one for ITD. I guess it doesn't have to have one. Both are available in paperback as well as the usual places.
All Bianca wanted was to get laid at the company's annual pool party. Just a bit of fun for the weekend then business, as usual, come Monday morning. The new young man in the accounting department seemed the perfect candidate for the job. Malcolm was more than willing to oblige the thirty-five-year-old. Of course, he had his own ideas about the weekend. He rocked her world then proceeded to barge his way into her life and home. Before she knew it she was in a much too complicated live in relationship with a younger man whom she discovers is actually a violent criminal. He refused to end their relationship claiming he loves her and suggests she get used to the way things are- or else. Malcolm vows he will make her love him. All she has to do is calm down and accept he's not going anywhere. nor will he let her run away. Used to living her own life alone and on her own terms, Bianca is determined to claim her own life back. The only problem is she actually likes the young thug in her bed and the way he takes care of her. But all the sweet talk and gifts come with a price. Her freedom and peace of mind.
Everyone knew Brian had it bad for Tamera since high school. But Tamera had a problem dating the sports superstar. Namely her parents. Their precious and only daughter was not to date the red-blooded, half Arab son of Muslim parents. Plus there was the obstacle of Brian being in special education until sophomore year.
Years pass and Tamera is approaching thirty with no real romantic prospects. Finally, she gives in to Brian’s constant overtures and dates him to her ailing mother’s dismay. Her mother has grand ideas for Tamera’s future and pressures her to become involved with whom she believes is the most eligible bachelor in town. Tamera wants to please her mother and agrees to also date Jamie Wilcox, a young man with hidden and possibly dangerous secrets.
Meanwhile, her heart is opening up, and she admits since high school there has always been something special about Brian.
I have to admit I like age appropriate love. I mean adult to adult or adolescence with adolescence. Some might say Jane Eyre and Mister Rochester were inappropriate because she was eighteen and he was already over forty- if my memory serves me. Anyway, I always felt they were both adults so I went with it and loved it. I've watched just about every version of the movie. Such a wonderful love story with tragedy thrown in. Anyway, I wanted to write a modern, beautifully, tragic May-December romance that is sensual and sexy and full of honest emotion.I think I accomplished that with my novelette Just To See Him Again. I fell in love, laughed and cried along with this magical couple. I hope my readers feel the same. I mean, I loved this story!
I'm going to go ahead and toot my own horn here. In three years, I've written, formatted, and published ten full length novels along with six shorter features I call my shorties. In order to save money, I learned to design my own book covers and create my own book trailers to go with them. Though not sophisticated, my biggest personal triumph is managing to put up a decent looking website. Why am I so proud of myself over stuff people do everyday? Well, for one thing, I'm at a certain age where the digital era has left a few of us behind. For the sake of fulfilling the one dream I had since seventh grade, I've learned to adapt and catch up. I put aside my fears and self doubt and jumped into the playing field. A second thing is, I want to inspire other artists(not just writers) to seriously take up their crafts and let their talents shine on their own merit. Not what a reviewer has rated her work, or what an agent said was the reason he can't sell her. An artist, even a poor one, doesn't need someone else like a publisher or producer to validate her worth. The public will decide if a product is worth buying. Most of us don't need to be told what to like, contrary to what the industry seems to believe. If one has a story to tell, a song to vocalize, a painting to display, or anything her mind, spirit, and hands have crafted- show it and share it. Publish and/or produce yourself. Believe in yourself even when family and friends forsake you. Come out strong when peers and associates try to scorn or ridicule your talent and commitment. Toot your own horn when it seems like no one else will. After a while other people will believe in you too. The last three years have been full of ups and downs, but the one thing which inspires me to continue working are my constant readers. Though not a big community, they have proven to me my time and effort spent on my writing is worth it. I have readers who appreciate what I do and actually have taken the time to contact me to relate how much they like my style or my stories. And that ladies and gentlemen is what has made my writing and publishing endeavors worth the aggravation that came with choosing to put myself out there with millions of others who are hoping like hell their product will catch on with the public. Though my sells are usually modest, this writing thing is well worth it and it has indeed been a dream come true. Never give up on yourself. Your success is what you want it to be, not the ideal of someone else who probably isn't rooting for you anyway. Just do it the best way you can and be proud of yourself.
whispered, holding her waist in his shivering hands. “Take me, Monique.” She
put her fangs in his neck hard, holding him around the shoulders. His fingers
dug into her hips tearing her skin, his eyes rolled up and he started to
tremble. She backed him into the corner of the shower. Pushing against the
walls, he growled as she went deeper and began to suck his blood. He howled and
grabbed at her body, squeezing her hard as a reaction inside him began to
rage.She pulled back to watch. The muscles in his body
quivered, reshaping themselves as bone became like liquid and then gave his
body support. It was brutal, and Monique loved it.
I ask this question only because a reader e mailed me to say she would have enjoyed my novel Scarlett much better if the sex scene with Monique and James was left out. She said they weren't at all sexy, but disgusting to put it mildly. Okay. I asked her was it because James was fully transformed or if the writing was raunchy or just bad. She said she wasn't sure. Okay. First, let me say, I am not offended or angry with this reader. She was honest and obviously felt the need to let me know how much the sex scene bugged her. I appreciate her feed back as much as anyone else. Second, I love hearing from readers so much that words can't express it. So don't ever think you can't share your reading experience with me(as long as you remember to be polite)! While I can't argue with what someone finds distasteful, I do think it was a great scene to express the special nature between these two characters. I have to say, I don't think sex between a fully transformed werewolf and a vampire, who is able to turn herself into a bat creature, exactly goes against the laws of nature. They are both shape shifters. If the problem was the writing, I admit my writing style is not gifted with the erotica- but I do what I can here and there to spice things up. Anyway, Monique and James are who and what they are, folks. Sorry if the way they like to get down bothers anyone. I hope you won't let something like that ruin your reading pleasure. Just skip the parts you don't like and keep on readin' baby!
Let the rain kiss you Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops Let the rain sing you a lullaby The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk The rain makes running pools in the gutter The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.
An old man whose black face shines golden-brown as wet pebbles under the streetlamp, is walking two mongrel dogs of dis- proportionate size, in the rain, in the relaxed early-evening avenue.
The small sleek one wants to stop, docile to the imploring soul of the trashbasket, but the young tall curly one wants to walk on; the glistening sidewalkentices him to arcane happenings.
Increasing rain. The old bareheaded man smiles and grumbles to himself. The lights change: the avenue's endless nave echoes notes of liturgical red. He drifts
between his dogs' desires. The three of them are enveloped - turning now to go crosstown - in their sense of each other, of pleasure, of weather, of corners, of leisurely tensions between them and private silence.
I'm so excited about this novella. In three weeks it has outsold all my other titles combined! Wow. I thought I had another sleeper on my hands. Not that that is ever going to stop me from writing my daydreams down on paper. Even if this success is short lived, I don't care because having it and lost it is better than not having it at all! And success is a relative term. I'm not breaking any sells record except my own. But I'm one happy writer over here! I just put this trailer out for the novella last night. Check it out, let me know what you think.