Rosa James, known as Hatshepsut, is a young woman with an untold secret. Known in the ballroom circuit, she hides the scars inflicted on her by her mother, Avarice James, a plastic surgeon with mental illness. Rosa navigates her ups and downs with devastating accuracy as she deals with an unloving father, a man of the cloth, abuse, fear, lack of self confidence and love.
November 2009
Minister Kayak Burke, a very eager, arrogant, sexy man, moved throughout his establishment almost like a zombie. He was the CEO of a telemarketing firm, worth half a billion dollars. With a fleet of limos, moving trucks and warehouses, his net worth has exceeded one billion dollars over the last decade. He'd met some of the workers most influential leaders and dined with Kings and Queens.
He was totally unaware of the 890 members watching his every move. Several women in the assembly crossed their legs and couldn't take their eyes off him. A few other men secretly lusted after this powerful motivational speaker, philanthropist and self-published author that has sold half a million books through the religious circles that admire him.
In his hand was the Holy Bible and on his mind was his son, life, God and a host of other unspeakable things. He was estranged from his only son. He didn't lose any sleep over his son's life choices.
His son threatened everything he was as a man, everything that he has become would shatter if the congregation found out he had a homosexual son. Even though Kayak was raised to treat others with respect, that went out the window when his son crashed his wedding so many years ago, when he was marrying Rosa, his son's only auntie, and his son's mother's only sibling.
He prided himself on setting the standard, being that he was in a position of authority. No, he wasn't perfect, but he damn sure tried to be. He was a brand, an image. He cared about people and cared about what they had to say.
Images of yesterday exploded in his mind. Back when he got married to his late wife, rest her soul, life was good. He loved his late wife with every particle of his being.
He closed his eyes as the pictures danced in the darkness.
In the past, when he married his first wife, his son was his best man.
And what a mockery that turned out to be when everyone realized his son was gay.
Opening his eyes, he approached the podium, overlooking a huge group of well-dressed members.
There were a few new faces in the crowd, and he set the Bible on the podium and chugged on the bottle of Zephyrhills water.
"Welcome, everyone. I'm glad you all could make it. A rather lovely bunch today. We all look good in the eyes
of the Lord."
Amen.
Hallelujah, Pastor Burke.
A sea of applause swarmed him with love and understanding. He rose up his hands. "Let's take a moment and give thanks to God. For our lives."
People jumped up to their feet. A few women had their open palms in the air and their heads hung low.
"Praise him. Reach down in the pit of your stomach and scream your praises."
Out of the blue a dope dealer with dread locks took off running around the church, shouting he loved Jesus.
Pastor Burke was pleased.
He raised his hands in the air and everyone became quiet. "Let's get into the Word. I will be reading from the Book of Job today."
Everyone sat down, gathering their thoughts and getting themselves together.
"Before I do," he went on, a strikingly handsome man in a purple and gold robe, "I want to say a few things. There is something that troubles me about this church, our church. Some of you I am told are showing up late for Bible study and a couple of you pulled out of last week's sermon for a Beyonce concert. When we start putting musicians before our God they become false idols."
The church was quiet.
Power oozed from his intimidating eyes. "Let's get it together, people. We have 6 days to go to work, go out and do whatever, but let's keep God in mind when we do these things. We are about to collect tithes, and remember, give with a cheering heart. Don't give out of obligation. God so loved us he gave his only begotten son. Let's keep that as
the mental framework of giving back to the Lord. Those seeds aren't ours. They come from God."
A series of ushers started walking around collecting white envelopes, cash and change. Two very beautiful black women, in their early twenties, stood before the church, behind a table. As the tithes buckets came they started counting all of the money and opening the white envelopes, neatly putting ones, five, tens, twenties, fifties and hundred dollar bills in piles.
Pastor Burke didn't believe in robbing his organization, so all money, every Sunday, was counted before the members of the body.
While the two women counted money, and the ushers collected tithes, Pastor Burke talked about hypocrisy.
"I am not a hypocrite. I do the right thing according to God. I walk a fine line," he said, grabbing the microphone from the miniature stand on the podium and making his way down the carpeted stairs, into the main assembly.
"I have hardly done anything wrong in my life."
His Caucasian wife, Olive Hills, a very beautiful blonde, quietly crossed her legs, closing her Bible and focusing on her husband. Her left heel dangled from her left toe. "I hardly made mistakes," he went on, his voice rising with confidence and power. Everyone hung onto every word with respect. "God has always been number one in my life."
Olive Hills closed her eyes, folding her hands in her lap. She was humming.
Pastor Burke closed his eyes, and thought, Lord, please erase my past.
So, I don't have to keep up the charade.
When the two church accountants were done tallying up the funds, they collected a grand total of $14,589.89 in cash and another $3,589 from personal checks.
They were ushered into the back high tech offices by the ushers.
"God is pleased with your tithes." One thing Pastor Burke would never do was steal from the church.
He never thought of it.
A book series filled with 100% steamy one-shot stories with backstories. This isn't for the soft-hearted. I write blood-raw fiction exploring topics other authors are too afraid to touch. I was homeless when I wrote this book. In three days, I was done. I stimYOUlate then edYOUcate. Come on inside. There's something for everybody. Stories with a theme and a deeper message of love and acceptance. My name is Brandisha Sinclair and good pussy runs in the family. When I was growing up my Grandma Quanisha, a sweet, homely woman was my idol. I looked up to her. I used to model myself after her. My love for God and my appreciation for all selfless things stemmed from her love. I used to love her sweet potato pies she made from scratch. She always made my very own pie and she didn't let anybody touch it. I remember sitting on the dining table watching her mix the ingredients. She always took her time. She never needed measuring cups. She knew just how much spice or sugar to add. She would always kiss my lips and tell me I was beautiful. I would blush with glee and never question her judgment. Some Men Wear Panties. But they will NEVER admit it. These men aren't necessarily gay, but they love the feel, the sensuality, the pleasure and the frankness of women's panties. He's your everyday construction worker who gets off on wearing them under his dirty jeans; he's your everyday mechanic shop owner who sports them secretly for his plus-sized wife. He's your everyday straight type who only put them on to keep his lesbian lover committed, happy and faithful. He's your everyday man living his life on the Down Low who models them behind his girlfriend's back. He's your selfish lover who sneaks out of his girlfriend's house while she's sleeping to have a sexual romp with another man in the shadows. He's your everyday Thug who mistreats his woman and entertains himself watching other men in pink panties. He's your everyday black man who mourns the death of his son by getting lost in the weakness of the flesh.
In Book 1, Alicia Chay was turned into a vampire against her free will. After 200 years of becoming The Queen of the Hounds, she came upon Queen Gree and her slaves with untold secrets. After freeing the slaves, she was summoned to be Armona, Queen Mother’s "Shadowing Queen," but she overthrew Armona to become the new Queen. Her ascension was met with hostility because Alicia ruled using Armona’s face and her identity. The Dragonhead Ancients plot against her. In Book 2, Alicia slaughtered Suh'Kyng and challenged his son, Muzzle. Khovahsh survived the Viper King's near fatal assault and Vultorian. In Book 3, Alicia Chay is in for the uphill battle of her life! The Dragonhead Ancients are exposed. Khovahsh’s brothers, Raynedrakin, Don Sharps and Doppelgänger are against his infatuation with Alicia. Don Sharps and Alicia battle as a new danger approach once she's taken to SARCONIA. Will Alicia perish by a civilization of supernatural insects she never knew existed, and isn't part of the Treaty of the Animals?
In "The Law of Beasts Book 1 - Act 1," The Queen of the Hounds, Alicia Chay came into power by taking the throne from Armona, the Queen Mother through intimacy and swapped bodies with her and ruled for the next forty centuries bearing Armona's face. Snubbing vampires illegally living in human bodies, living everyday lives, she created the Treaty of the Animals, a declaration of unity signed by the Kings or representatives of the powerful supernatural tribes in blood. She may have taken control of Armona's government and her image, but she doesn't have the respect of the Dragonhead Ancients because she illegally took the throne when she was appointed Armona's Executioner. In "The Law of Beasts Book 1 -Act 2," Jahja Gregorian AKA Vultorian makes his debut through the womb of a buzzard back in 3 B.C., seeking vengeance for the death of his son and the destruction of his family at the hands of Armona and Alicia. Alicia's foe-turned-secret admirer, Khovahsh Burgoos, a demi-shifting reincarnate, battle villains that are out to destroy Alicia and her phony facade of power. However, there is an embattled scientist that makes a side deal with Vultorian to destroy man kind and the Dragonhead Ancients coupled with an angry assassin, Muzzle, sniffing her tracks. Alicia not only will be challenged at a race car event, but her animal treaty hangs in the balance, along with her life...
KHOVAHSH BURGOOS, an elitist demi-shifting reincarnate, is a nine-thousand-year-old member of the Dragonhead Ancients…. ALICIA CHAY, the sadistic queen of torture, ruled for forty centuries under the identity of someone else. With a family of savages as her fledgling, she detests mortals, but she loves feeding on them for blood. Her passion for protecting animal life poured into the creation of the “TREATY OF THE ANIMALS.” It’s a declaration signed in supernatural blood by the Kings of every Animal Tribe in the supernatural world to maintain the balance between good and evil... But there’s one problem. She became a vampire, built THÈ HÔU₷E ÖF THÈ HÔUND₷ and created a treaty without clearance from the Dragonhead Ancients or the Queen Mother, Armona. Alicia hunts down insubordinate vampires that illegally use human bodies to snub precious animal life. Meanwhile...she is being observed by Khovahsh. He has direct orders to deceive her, but he has his own agenda. When they encounter each other a chain of events compromises her life and opens the door for MUZZLE, an angry villain, to threaten her for turning her back on THÈ HÔU₷E ÖF THÈ HÔUND₷.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."