Time to Clean Up my Act (but not too clean)


*looks around the place* Seems abandoned, dusty, old, tired. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This was a place for dreams, fantasies, world building and demon-slaying, now it looks like those abysmal abandoned buildings you see on those ‘Abandoned Series’ photos. I’ve done you all a disservice, perhaps I have done myself a disservice, but life happens. With that being said, life is about pursuing what makes you happy. Happiness, that is that elusive thing that we all chase. Whether it be in love or lust, what we are looking for is happiness. Which brings me to my point, this was supposed to a place of happiness, not looking a clip from Green Day’s Boulevard of Broken Dreams
So, for this short, little 140 word post, I am telling you, stay tuned and watch out. I am back.

Interviewing the Italian – Chapter Two


Chapter Two

The Thanksgiving holiday seemed to pass in a heightened blur. The only parts I remember was getting to my mother’s house and all hell breaking loose. My mother having only her three children to keep her company, decided we would do the cooking. We, meaning my older brother Leon and my older sister Shar.  Neither of them had shown up. It was early yet, but I thought that my mother should be the first to know about me working for Mr. Romani. As I was pouring the filling for sweet potato pie into the frozen pie crust, I looked over at my mother rocking back in forth in her chair. I swear sometimes she looked older than her 50 years when she rocked like that with her eyes closed.   Not wanting  to hurt her feelings, and I know she relied on me a lot, but I needed, and wanted, this opportunity to work with Mr. Romani.

“Momma, what would you think if I became the personal journalist for Augostino Romani?”

One of her eyes cracked open and she looked at me. I was thankful for the distraction of trying not to spill the warm, orange, spicy filling all over the counter. When she gives that look, it means you are about to enter a war.

“I guess I don’t really know what that means Von. What is a personal journalist? And why are you asking me? You usually don’t ask me about your decisions.” Only my mother could make me feel guilty about not including her in my life decisions while asking a question.  It was her talent, like she went to guilt trip school. .

“It means I get to follow him around and see what he does.” I explained. I knew the tough part was coming. It would be explaining that it was for a few months, not a day job.

“Ok, but that should only be one of your ‘day’ gigs right? I still don’t see why you are asking me what I think.” She crossed her arms and looked towards the door. Maybe she was worried about where my siblings were, but I wasn’t. I knew they would only show up after all the work is done. She looked back at me, eyeing me up and down. “Did you pick up my dry cleaning yet Von? I sent it with you earlier this week?”

“Momma, it is a holiday, so no, I didn’t pick it up.  And I am asking you because it is more than a day job. It will be for a couple of months. He might decide to go home to Italy, or a press conference in New York. I just might not be able to pick up your dry cleaning, or take you to get your hair done at the salon, or anything like that. I am sure Shar would be happy to take you but I just won’t be able to.”  I held my breath. I knew it was coming. I heard her sharp intake of breath as if I just slapped her.

“I don’t see why you need to go gallivanting across the country with this man for some interview. When will you come to visit? Do you really think that Shar or Leon is going to take me to the grocery store?”

“Mom, please. It is not like I am moving away for good. Heck, I won’t be gone longer than a few months. Leon and Shar will be around like they always are.  I will ask them to pick up your dry cleaning and I am sure that Lena will be more than happy to take you to the grocery store. You won’t go without. I think I would be foolish to pass up this opportunity.” Just as I had finished, I felt the back door open behind me. A rush of cold wind flew up my back.  From the blend of cologne and suffocating perfume in the air, I knew it was my brother Leon with whichever arm candy was the flavor of the month. I turned and smiled the best I could and gave my brother a hug through his fur lined leather jacket.

“Leon, happy Thanksgiving!” I looked at his companion, because they were never really his girlfriend, he never got that personal and gave her a smile. “Welcome.” I said as I held out my hand. She recoiled further into Leon’s coat as if the coat could hide her from me. I quirked an eyebrow at Leon, wondering why he would bring such a timid deer around our clan. Her blue eye shadow and blonde hair against her caramel skin tone made her look like an overly tanned Barbie doll. Her eyes seem to bug out of her head as I looked down at her.  She might have been an average woman’s height, but that would still make me tower over her, I was five feet eleven inches.

“Hey lil Sis, good to see you. This is Shelly. Shells, say hi to Von.”

“Hi Yvonne.” She said quickly and her gaze went beyond me to my mother sitting in the kitchen. Here she let out a high pitched squeal and ran to my mother.  My mother shrank back in her chair as if a dog was trying to hop into her lap. “Oh, Ms. Mason, it is so nice meet you! Oh what can I do to help?” She looked around the room and I looked at her hands. You can always tell someone by their nails, and this squealing banshee had 3 inch talons painted in red. She wasn’t really here to help. Neither was Leon, I knew he always showed up after everything was finished, even getting down the chairs. For the last ten years I had taken care of everything.  I knew Shar would even be later than Leon.  I put the pie in the oven and proceeded to put everything on the table.

The night went slow, and as I made my mother some Earl Grey tea and sliced her a piece of the pie, I asked Leon and Shar if they could take over getting Mom to the grocery store and getting her dry cleaning.

Shar rolled her eyes at me.

“No, I can’t Vonnie, you know I got my new car and I can’t be driving it all over the place. Speaking of which, can I borrow some money for gas? I think a hundred oughta do it for the week.” Shar said in her husky voice. Her voice was scratchy from years of cigarettes and lots of drinking. At 32 she apparently had not gotten tired of the night club scene yet.  I shook my head at her.

“Shar, I don’t have that kind of money, and it isn’t out of your way. You are here once a week anyway. What would an extra errand hurt?”

“I don’t see why things have to change Vonnie, you took up all these chores when Dad left, why rock the boat now?”  Leon chimed in.  I couldn’t believe that I couldn’t count on my family to pick up an extra chore or two. Was I going to have to tell Mr. Romani no because of my mother’s dry cleaning?  I felt tears well up in my eyes, and for the first time in the ten years since Dad left I let the tears fall.

“Rock the boat Leon?” I turned to him with the knife in my hand and he backed away from me with his two hands in the air.  I sighed, but kept the knife pointed to the floor and watched as my tears hit the yellow linoleum.

“She has a good reason ya’ll.” I heard my mother chime in. “She is going to interview what’s his name, something about Romano…”

“It is Augostino Romani, and I am going to be his personal journalist. That is why I need your help, I won’t be around as much.  Can you please do this for me? It is an opportunity of a lifetime for me.”  I pleaded with them and then I heard the ‘banshee’ Shelly speak.

“Oooo I heard of him. He is like, super, duper, rich. Why can’t you send a like ummmm, what do they call them, a lackey, to do it? He can afford it. Besides, Leon doesn’t spend enough time with me as it is.” Shelly pouted as she said this. Give me a break! She probably doesn’t know she is probably the third choice on my brother’s ‘list’ to come to his mother’s on Thanksgiving.

“If he is that rich, why can’t you borrow me a hundred bucks?” Shar said from her stool in the corner.

“Oh my goodness!  Are you really serious? Forget I asked anything of you.”  .  putting my mom’s tea in front of her, I bent and gave her a kiss on her cheek. “ sorry Momma, I got to go. I can’t be around all of this selfishness.  Lena will call and come over to check on you. love you.”  Grabbing my coat, tI walked out into the light rain.  They could stay behind and clean up the mess.  Talking to Mom about it was honestly an excuse, an excuse on why I wouldn’t answer my phone.  It was purely selfish, sure, I probably could answer their calls, not anticipating that Mr. Romani would be a slave driver. Simply stated, I didn’t want to.  I wanted to be free, I wanted to be caught up in the allure of how the other half lived.   A smile spread across my face as I started my car.  My fingers gripped tight on the steering wheel as it dawned on me the course of my own thoughts. I’d already made up my mind. I was going to be Mr. Romani’s’s personal journalist.

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An Excerpt:

 

“Look, I am so sorry. I don’t know why I hid under your desk. I was trying to put this flea collar on Doll and she ran in here and I thought…” She finally got herself turned around and faced the source of the voice. She stopped mid-rant.

What she was staring at was the most surreal-looking human being she’d ever laid eyes on. She’d seen the sculptures at the Louvre in Paris, and this man was nothing near comparable. His skin was pale like the marble of those statues, but the statues didn’t glow like his skin did. She shook her head. That was impossible. People didn’t glow. She looked at his square, firm jaw-line, back to his face and swallowed. No, his flesh was glowing. It reminded her of staring at the moon after a fall rain. His inky black hair shone like wet tar, striking a sinister yet appealing contrast to his porcelain-like skin. It looked soft, and she felt immediately drawn to it, her hands itched to touch it. Yet, it was his eyes that made her lose her knack for babbling. They were a strange shade of blue, a hue stuck somewhere between midnight and dawn. Dinah had a master’s degree in English, and made a living off having a way with her words, and just his presence had robbed her of speech and thought. She only stared at him, wide eyed, because all her language skills had left.

His dark brows knitted together, and she swore she could feel his anger. This man had an aura of authority and anger. She started to inch around the desk, glancing at the door and judging the distance she’d have to make up. I’m going to make a run for it. Ten feet to the door and damn the cat.

“Don’t even think about running until you tell me why you’re here. Then I might let you leave.”

Writing and Writhing, and The Color of Love Blog Hop


Business first – This post is a part of the Color of Love Blog Hop hosted by the lovely Kiru Taye, Empi Baryeh, and Nana Prah.  If you haven’t read their works, where have you been?  Go buy one, now, don’t worry, this post will still be here when you get back….

Back now?  Ok, great!  Welcome! Now, for this lovely blog hop there are prizes, glorious prizes!

  • 1st prize: $50 Amazon gift card + 8 ebooks
  • 2nd prize: $30 Amazon gift card+ 8 ebooks
  • 3rd prize: $20 Amazon gift card + 8 ebooks
  • 4th prize: $10 Amazon gift card + 8 ebooks

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NOW FOR THE FUN….

Writing and writhing.  It is sometimes the same dang thing if you ask me.  We can writhe in pain and we can write in pain .  We can write in joy and we can writhe in joy.   What is my point?  My point is, writhing is a part of the writing process.   It is alas, a labor of love.  The most beautiful part of writing is that we have control of what we create.  I create multicultural and interracial romances not because it is becoming popular, but because it is what I live.   Multicultural and Interracial romances were hard to find three years ago. You had to be on the ‘in-crowd’ to know what authors who were doing it right.   You couldn’t just go into Amazon and find the category.  Thank God for places like All Romance Ebooks that had a section just for interracial ebooks!  (Side note, when I first started devouring MC/IR books, there was only about 50 pages of IR/MC of books on All Romance Ebooks, now there is at least 150, way to go fam!)  Now, knowing this is a  niche, a niche that everyone may not get into, one must realize that I don’t write for the money.   This isn’t about sales.  It never really was about how many followers I gained, nor about how many books I could write.  I started writing this way because I had a story to tell.

While most of my stories are quite kinky, well ok, most are quite kinky, they are often metaphors for real life plights.   Do I focus on the fact that my characters are different races and make it a huge issue that race is the only thing moving the story?  Absolutely not, because race has never moved my life.  Do I consider race when writing?  Yes, but only in the most Jungian ways; skin tones that create contrasts when the hero and the heroine are coupled together.  Does the contrast of different skin tones turn people on? Of course! But don’t we deal enough with race issues just by waking up in the morning that we all don’t need to read about it in our books; aren’t our books supposed to be an ‘escape’ from reality?

Speaking of escaping reality, my newest short story, Prima Materia, deals with vampyres but they are dealing with some real human emotions.   I don’t dip into fantasy often, but something about carrying an emotion for more than a human lifetime inspired me to write this little ditty.

Prima Materia by Nevea Lane
Prima Materia by Nevea Lane
Fatima had an immense amount of time to think being over three hundred years old. When she wasn’t administering her own version of justice, preternatural style, she was thinking of only one other being: Pero Franco, her sire and her lover. Although she’d hadn’t lain sight on him in over two hundred years, her love for him still ruled over everything. Pero’s disappearing act turned her into the cold vampyre she was, and only Pero could save her from her loneliness. A part of her wanted to tear him limb from limb, and the other wanted to caress every inch of his skin. Can Fatima find peace once she comes face to face of the one that created her and abandoned her?
 

Writing has always been a process, sometimes it is hard because we have to deal with our own personal issues in them; whether that be finding time to write, editing (which is a whole other beast) marketing, picking covers, and trying not to assault your characters because they refuse to do what you want them to do.   The writing process can also be fun and yet still make you writhe.  Another book I had extreme fun writing but made me writhe in pain because of the issue of divorce and trust was A Lesson in Trust: 

A Lesson in Trust
A Lesson in Trust

This book is about a married couple finding a new way to save their relationship.  This is a part of my Nevea’s Naughty Nibbles line, a collection of short stories that give you the kink and the passion without the full course meal.   Check it out, it well be a 1.50 well spent. 😉

That’s it for me on this rant and tangent, there will be more, well unless the muses decide to intervene once again.  Take care, happy reading, and check out some of the other authors in the blog hop!

1. Kiru Taye 15. Toye Lawson Brown 29. Vallory Vance
2. Dee Little (Love Books? Blog Books!) 16. Nikki Prince 30. LENA HART
3. Nana Prah 17. Zee Monodee 31. kenya wright
4. Love Bites and Silk 18. Empi Baryeh 32. Sharonda @ Salacious Reads
5. Delaney Diamond 19. Laurel Cremant 33. Sabrina Devonshire
6. Romance Novels in Color (diversity in romance) 20. Shyla Colt 34. Lyric James
7. Kassanna 21. RWOWA 35
8. Cora Blu 22. Haley Whitehall 36. Sharita Lira
9. Georgia Lyn Hunter 23. Olivia Linden 37. Natasha Blackthorne
10. Shewanda Pugh 24. Nulli Para Ora 38. Doris O’Connor
11. Sharon C. Cooper 25. Zrinka Jelic 39. Book Sniffers Anonymous
12. Rhonda Laurel 26. KH LeMoyne 40. Tatiana Caldwell
13. Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku 27. Debbie Christiana
14. Courtney Seetsh 28. Bookswagger

 

NEW RELEASE – A Lesson in Trust


NEW RELEASE – A Lesson in Trust

A Lesson in Trust Available Now!
A Lesson in Trust Available Now!

Let’s take a journey on a different path.  Instead of the boy meets girl, I’ve penned a tale about married people and one of the issues any married couple must work through.

This is the first work in a new line that I’m creating called Nevea’s Naughty Nibbles.  These works are short, thus being just a ‘nibble’.  At just above 4K, this is a nice little ‘quickie’ to start your weekend off right and darn right hot.

Blurb – Raine loves her husband with her heart, yet after ten years of marriage, she still can’t seem to trust him. Richard would walk to the ends of the earth and back for his wife, but having him followed by a private investigator was the last damn straw. To gain his wife’s trust, Richard resorts to a new measure.

EXCERPT

Raine led the way up the stairs of their townhouse and walked into their bedroom. Richard was right behind her.

“Sit on the bed.” Richard’s tone was dark, confidant and kind of sexy to her ears. The air became thick with tension. Raine took a deep breath and complied. The room was still dark. All she could hear was Richard’s quick movements. As Raine sat on the corner of their pillow-top mattress, she wondered why she was even here. It was obvious that she had some issues. Richard was a great catch, a good guy, and here she was, trying her damndest to trust him when he hadn’t done anything to deserve her scrutiny.  It wouldn’t do any good to try to make him have patience. Ten years is a long time to finally admit the fact that one doesn’t trust their husband and for no damn good reason.

“Close your eyes.” Richard’s voice sliced through her thoughts. It was still commanding, but now it sounded like no more than a whisper. His closeness made her shudder. The tingles running up her spine excited her, but she didn’t want to close her eyes.

“Richard, I don’t think…” Raine couldn’t finish because his hand clamped over her mouth.

“You had your time to think; now it is my turn. Close. Your. Eyes. Raine.” Each syllable from Richard’s mouth was clipped and powerful. Raine’s eyes fluttered closed, and she took a deep breath. Her adrenaline rushed through her body. She could feel small beads of perspiration forming on the nape of her neck. Who was this commanding man, and where had her husband gone?

 

 

 

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HumpDay PlayList


This is just because I can… May is always a very powerful music month… June and July are just around the corner and with the Kings of the Mic tour in full effect, I figured why the hell not.

1) Around The Way Girl by LL Cool J on :      http://tinysong.com/s9eh


2) Children’s Story by Slick Rick on :   http://tinysong.com/7Imo

3) White Lines (Don’t Do It) by Duran Duran/ Grandmaster Flash and Melle Mel on : http://tinysong.com/y6qu

4) You Can’t Play With My Yo-Yo (feat. Ice Cube) by Yo-Yo on : http://tinysong.com/nUqd

5) Parents Just Dont Understand by Dj Jazzy Jeff And The Fresh Prince on : http://tinysong.com/hfqX

6) Ain’t Gonna Hurt Nobody by Kid ‘N Play on : http://tinysong.com/tihk

7) Whip Appeal by Babyface : http://tinysong.com/sEER

8) All Around the World by Lisa Stansfield: http://tinysong.com/nvmS

9) Wishing Well by Terence Trent Darby on : http://tinysong.com/jHA1

10) Party And Bulls**t by Notorious B.I.G on (Movie – Who’s The Man): http://tinysong.com/uGLc

11) Going Back to Cali by LL Cool J on (Movie – Less Than Zero): http://tinysong.com/jQq8

12) Pusherman by Curtis Mayfield on (Movie – Superfly): http://tinysong.com/ogK0

13) Check Yo Self by Ice Cube on : http://tinysong.com/glqu

14) U Got The Look by Prince on : http://tinysong.com/jX4o

15) Feeling Good by Nina Simone on : http://tinysong.com/3l8Q

Bonus Track – Me and Those Dreamin’ Eyes of Mine by D’Angelo on : http://tinysong.com/mtoZ

Eight Ball, Side Pocket by Nevea Lane (Adult Excerpt – Rated Spicy *Menage*)


Excerpt from Eight Ball Side Pocket is Up and we are having a party at TRS! Pop on over to say hello!

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Nicole looked at the black pool table and the cue ball staring up at her and knew that this shot would decide her fate. There was too much at stake for her to flub this shot. Dante had been the one to suggest that they play for higher stakes tonight. Sighing, Nicole looked at Dante, who was bizarrely watching her every move. Damn him with his mischievous green eyes and jet black hair. Her biggest issue with Dante was that he always smiled at her as if he knew all of her secrets. He was constantly trying to set her off. According to him, she was at her best when she was flustered. She’d rolled her eyes at the thought because around those two she was always flustered.

Dante and Nathaniel had been inseparable since she met them. She never saw one without the other in tow. She found out…

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We shouldn’t be going backwards in the year 2013…

Davey D's Hip Hop Corner

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RE: FALSE ADVERISEMENT AND MISLEADING INFORMATION ABOUT HIP-HOP CULTURE

Mr. O’Denat,

On behalf of the thousands of members of the Universal Zulu Nation, of which I am Minister Of Information, I write you this letter in peace and hope these words find you in the best of health and spirits. Brother, we at UZN have the utmost respect and love for all who choose to take our Culture to new heights, and we thank you for your part in creating new media that preserves our culture. It is with great sadness that we bring to your attention the obvious ills of your site, WorldStarHipHop.com. Mister O’Denat, you are well aware, or should be well aware that many are viewing your site’s content as very graphic and extremely violent. Before you brush this off as just another person’s opinion of your site and
the content you publish, please do not get…

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