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…”
YADADDADD
YADDA!
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.
Excerpt
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.
Check out the rest of the series here
Ooooo.........this one I REALLY like!! ;)
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