Greetings folks. This is resident bad gal BLMorticia here with a writing post! WHAT? Wait hold the phone, you say. “You’re the one that’s supposed to do the smexy posts about…well, sex, getting all hot and bothered, with the pics, etc…”
Okay, yes that’s true but in this writing biz, even the wicked gal has writing thoughts. Over this short period of time that we’ve (Michael, Shar, Rawiya, and I) have been writing, we’ve got the styles of writing and even plotlines nailed down.
Rawiya is the loving, sensitive muse. Will do m/m, m/f, mmf. Does Interracial only, mostly contemporary and is more likely to so an emotional piece. More fluff. *snicker*
Michael loves to do gay characters in mainstream plotlines. Will tackle historical, contemporaries, mysteries but only gay men already comfortable with their sexuality. In other words, Michael won’t do any men on the fence or even bi characters. He does gay romance, long winded too.
Sharita, who is the head, has a personal project to come that will hit the heart and gut.
And me, I’m the comical, smart arse! I do it all, eventually some f/f, all with humor. More one-liners in my work than the other muses. I can also do a little fluff, hence the My Lieutenant books but I mostly enjoy angsty pieces and or books with comical scenes. No, not Three Stooges, just characters that make you laugh. Besides that, I love some things the others might not. Rawiya wants to touch on BDSM, Michael has done gunplay but I’d like to delve a little deeper. I’m intrigued by the darker and more sexual sides of my characters. The bad boys of metal who’ve got fetishes they can’t tell their homophobic friends, the military men who’ve got secrets and desires and are afraid to come out. Witches and shifters with serious issues, tattoos that tell stories or assist with certain powers. At the same time, I’ve got cowboys with disabilities and bad ass attitudes.
Ah yeah, I run the gamut which means the wicked gal does a little of everything but the key is snark and wickedness. *winks* Maybe my new tagline should be Get Down with the Sickness. LOL but I’m not sure what that implies. Let’s face it, I follow my characters but I like the down and dirty better than anything. My next book, My Lieutenant 2 might be the last fluffy book I’ll do. Even though I love Nathan and Bryant, I enjoy snark, smart assery, AND the dirty in the same books. I look forward to taking the time to build that persona.
As I said, it ain’t easy but I’ll try to uphold my wicked reputation!
Next book, no cover yet, Candyman from Naughty Nights Press the final book in the SNOTM series!
Alain Roux is the new President of the world famous Diamond Candies chocolate factory on the South Side of Chicago. His father, Demi Roux lost his battle with cancer and has left it in his care despite Demi’s brother’s advice to leave it to him. Alain has no interest in the company but to fulfill his father’s last wish, he takes on the day to day of it anyway.
Ty Washington is a born and raised Southsider who’s working there to put him through college. Recently, his father threw him out because he confessed he might be gay. When he and Alain talk, his heart soars and as badly as he tries to fight it, the two connect and eventually they decide to give their relationship a try.
Alain tossed and turned until the alarm went off at five-fifty, signaling time for a shower. “Shit!” He pulled the pillow over his head, not even bothering to shut the annoying thing off. “Oh God, who signed me up for this again?” Alain finally reached over and hit the top of it, making the noise stop. Still yawning, he removed the blindfold and rubbed his eyes. “Still fuckin’ dark outside. No one should hafta wake up when there’s no sun out!” Would he ever adjust to these early mornings? Who knew, but he’d have to do it soon.
Slowly, he slid his feet from under the cover, attempting to put them into the slippers that sat at the side of the bed. “Coffee, I need coffee!” Tossing the eye covering, he raked his locks with his hand. “Damn, hair a bit long much?”
The moment he did manage to get his toes into those warm shoes, the door opened and Lucas came strolling in with a big mug and a tray of what looked to be food.
Alain smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Now this might be a good reason to wake up early.” Damn, stop flirting! He knew it was wrong to be making suggestive comments to his deceased father’s lover, but he couldn’t help himself. The man was just too delicious to ignore.
Lucas rolled his eyes. “Cut that out! Sit up and eat this small breakfast that Marisol made for you and get ready to go. I told the staff we’d be there between seven and seven thirty.” Lucas made a production of checking his Rolex.
Still not wanting to move, Alain ate a piece of toast and sighed. “Ack! I hate getting up at this hour!”
“Well, too bad. You need to be at your best Alain, if you wanna beat your uncle.” Lucas sat on the end of the bed and stared at him some more, then he grinned. “God, you look more like Demi every day!”
Alain nodded. His smug grin replaced the grimace. He took a sip of the coffee, then slid closer to Lucas and peered into his grey eyes. “Do you wanna find out how much I’m just like Dad?” Alain couldn’t help but flirt with Lucas. The attorney was hot, hands down one of the hottest men he’d ever come in contact with. Plus, he knew it riled Lucas up.
“Hey, no; you stop that! I told you, never in a million years! Now eat your breakfast!”
Alain glanced at the ceiling and went back to eating. “Sorry Lucas, you’re just so handsome, ya know? I’ve gotta get me a man and quick! I’ve been way too lonely!”
Lucas cocked an eyebrow and drew up his lips. “Obviously!” He got up from the bed and looked at his timepiece once more. “Just hurry up and meet me downstairs. Don’t make me come back up here after you, ya hear?”
“Yes sir!” Alain saluted. He allowed his eyes to follow the hot counselor as he left his bedroom. “Dayum, baby. Dad? Why’d our lawyer have to be so hot? You cursed me!”
After eating his breakfast, Alain got dressed and finally Lucas got him out the door and on the way to the Diamond Candies building. As soon as he arrived many of the employees stood, as if they were in the military, saluting and greeting him as he walked the floors.
“Morning!” When he went to the management floor; a crowd of workers stood along the narrow halls, stepping outside their offices to say hi to their new boss. Alain nodded and spoke to each one, tightly gripping his cup of coffee.
Behind him was Lucas, doing the same while holding a stack of files – one for each of the employees. Alain had asked for them so he’d know all by name and a little about each of the top workers.
He sipped from his tall mocha latte and removed his glasses from the bridge of his nose. Now I’m awake. He used to only wake up this early when Demi wanted to take him out golfing or if they were on holiday, otherwise he never even opened his eyes before ten. Alain would have to get used to these early starts.
Once they’d made their way to the large office at the end of the hall, Lucas opened the door and Alain stepped in. “Wow! A lot’s changed a lot since I was last here.”
“Demi didn’t tell you he redecorated? After he found out about his uh, illness, he had it totally rehabbed to something he thought you might like more. He wanted to make sure you’d be totally comfortable.”
Dear old Dad!
That last statement brought a small tear in his eye as he glanced at the large space that was now his working area. The picture windows gave a great view of the outside. White walls, mostly bare; one modern abstract painting hug above the mantel of the fireplace. On the other side, a file cabinet with a stereo system on top, and in the middle, the long desk made from fine wood with rounded corners on which sat only a vase full of white roses and a pen set with a nameplate that read Alain Roux, President.
“Ah Lucas, are those from you?”
He blushed, “Yes, I thought you’d like them on your first day. It’ll motivate you to see the title even though it isn’t official. Go on – go sit at the desk and try it on for size.”
Alain returned the smile and did as Lucas suggested. Taking a seat in the leather chair, he breathed a sigh of relief when his buttocks sank into the cushion. “Oh… this chair is fabulous.”
“Gives good massages too,” Lucas added and pulled up another chair from the corner of the room.
Alain cocked an eyebrow. “Does it give hand jobs? I might need that after a frustrating day at the office.”
“Alain, will you stop?” He laughed. “Is that all you think about?”
“Yep. You know that old song by Korn, A.D.I.D.A.S? Shit, that’s what makes the world go ’round, Lucas.”
“Not the business world Alain. Here it’s all about the cash and the power.”
“You couldn’t be more right my dear Lucas!”
Alain’s smile turned immediately upside down. That wretched voice! Jakob had come to pay him a visit on his first day.
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