Why did you do this to me?
I’m an extremely dominant woman and usually can’t be told what to do, unless it is in role-play, but unless you are my mate, don’t even think about it. So, what I concluded is that I have a very hard time hearing ‘you belong to this box’. I belong in no-one’s box. So I did not write a non-interracial book to irritate fans or to do anything but the obvious: to avoid being pigeon-holed. I could have come up with another pseudonym but I already have enough muses talking to me, I really don’t need another ‘voice’ coming at me with ideas. So I wrote a non-IR work for no other purpose but to flex my literary muscle.
Love is colorless
It doesn’t matter what color of skin you live in, all that matters is that love conquers all things. Now, could I take some flack for not being a certain color and writing about a heroine in that color? Yep, but I’m not hearing you. Love is colorless and no matter your pigment, you know distress, you know romance and you know emotions. Emotions are not based upon how much melanin is in your skin or what ‘hood’ you grew up in. As far as I know, rage is rage, hurt is hurt and love is love.
The New Release
As you can tell from the cover, this is a non-Interracial book that exceeds color lines. LOOK AT THAT COVER! How could you not want to write about them? Look at that embrace, the look in their eyes. It is sensual, seductive and erotic. How could I not craft a story for this wonderful couple?
So now that you know somewhat why I wrote this touching and endearing story of a PTSD suffering Marine and a touch therapist, how about an excerpt to entice you?
Blurb - Massage therapist Celine Beauregard came across all types of people in her line of work; those who were nice, and those who could be classified as the scum of the earth. Then there was Gunnery Sergeant Xerxes Talmay, a war-weary vet with a case of post-traumatic stress disorder. Something always ached in Celine when she set eyes on the tall handsome Marine, and her job was to help. The soldier needed different therapy, and Celine decided it was time to initiate the man to the true power of touch.
Perhaps it was her mind playing tricks on her. She’d like to think she’d always kept the relationship between her and Xerxes one hundred percent professional, but in his arms now, she questioned why she always made him the last appointment of her day. Maybe it was because she wanted his face to be the last face she saw before she settled in for the evening.
“I’ve never tried to dance with a client before, Xerxes. This isn’t typical.” Celine felt like she needed to defend what she was doing in his arms, as if there was some sort of code of conduct she signed. The only code she was going by was her own personal morals, and she didn’t want to feel like she was taking advantage of someone.
“I wouldn’t think it was typical for you, and if I had any inkling that it was, you wouldn’t have seen me after the first session. I’m a Marine, Celine. I’m trained to spot inconsistencies.”
“Then you and I are a lot alike. I’m trained to spot them as well. Care to tell me what you think your anchor is, since I’ve been trying to figure it out,” Celine said. She didn’t expect him to twirl her around and dip her in a move that could have been in a Fred Astaire movie. When he pulled her into his embrace, and wrapped his arms around her, her body involuntarily shuddered with delight.
“My guess is that my anchor,” Xerxes said as he looked her up and down, “is you.” His gaze strayed to her lips again. She knew he was going to kiss her even before he licked his lips. It was the look in his eyes, and she wasn’t going to stop him. Her eyes fluttered closed even as he took his time leaning down to her lips.
The kiss was as soft as a whisper, at first, dancing across her lips, leaving the memory of his mouth on hers. Working with Xerxes over the past months, she’d always kept her distance, letting him find his own pace with their sessions. Now, in his arms, she realized the months of touching him, trying to soothe him, she’d formed an attraction to him that went beyond his mere physical appearance.
He raised his head from the kiss, his deep brown eyes burrowing into hers, making her feel hot, desired, wanton and scared shitless all at the same time. She met his gaze unwaveringly, and tried to read his expression. It was lust for sure. She’d seen that plenty times before. However, Xerxes lustful look contained just enough longing to make her womanhood clench.
“Will you be my anchor?” He asked as his lips descended on hers again, this time, the light kisses were gone. His tongue plundered her mouth as if he was on a mission to capture every single one of her breaths and inhale it as his own. Over her mouth, his tongue raked against her lips, his teeth nipping the corners, his hands roaming over her bare back. Every motion whipped up a frenzy of lust that made her feel faint. He broke the kiss, and she had to take in big gulps of air.
“Anchor me, Celine. Be the calm in the midst of the noise.”