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Hola everyone! Today I have a snippet of my upcoming crime/thriller book, An Unfortunate Accident. This snippet is unedited so continue with caution (lol). This is for the sole purpose of giving you guys a piece of what I’ve been working on and please know I’m always writing. I have other projects I’m also working on and some that have been completed.
I do have a romantic suspense story coming that I’ve co-written with another author. I’ll post about that next, it’s fire! You’ll get a sneak peek of that one also but for now. Enjoy! Oh and if you’re not signed up for my newsletter you should do that asap. I’ve got contests/giveaways (plural) coming with these new releases and I want you to be apart of that but they’re only available to my subscribers! 😉
An Unfortunate Accident
“Baby, give me the gun. It’s okay, it’s alright.” Nathan said. He wanted her to focus on him. It was obvious she was still in shock. A sudden cry from the baby monitor sounded. It was then that Renee snapped out of it. When she came to she noted the gun in her hand, her grip loosened and it hit the floor with a thud. Shaking now, her eyes followed the deep red blood stain on their bedroom floor to the body laying still. “Oh my God,” she whispered at first. “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!” she said getting frantic with each exertion.
“Baby, look at me,” Nathan turned her to face him. “I need you to clear your mind. Isaiah is crying, he needs your help. Go to him.” She folded her arms tight and her eyes traveled back down to the body.
“Renee,” he called. Her eyes snapped back to him. “Isaiah.” He said. He grabbed a towel and wiped the blood spatter from her face. He wrapped her in another towel and escorted her out of the room to the hallway. “Isaiah,” he repeated. She put one foot in front of the other, her baby’s cry drawing her in the closer she got. Nathan watched her disappear into the room before he disappeared into theirs. He stood over the intruder with a million thoughts running through his mind. Again, he knelt down and checked his pulse but there was none. A harsh expletive flew from his tongue. This was bad, very bad. How would they explain this, who would believe them? There was the video, it could show that they were attacked because they had the incriminating evidence. Nathan shook his head. That wouldn’t work. No one would believe them. They were an African American couple. Their lives would be over as they knew it. No one would come to their defense. They would be hung out too dry, separated, thrown under the jail. They would lose everything, their son, each other, their lives. Beads of sweat surfaced on Nathan’s forehead and lines creased as he frowned. He needed to handle this, he had to make it go away, he needed to protect them. His mind continued to race. How did he get in here? Where did he come from? The gate was locked at all times, how did this happen? The questions were overbearing. Nathan stepped over his body and left the room, on his way downstairs he checked over his shoulder to make sure Renee was still in the room with Isaiah. There was no sign of her. He took the stairs two at a time and checked the front door. It was unlocked.
Nathan and Renee Johnson are more in love now than they were on their wedding day. Their careers have sky rocketed and the move to Cleveland Ohio five years ago has been their best move. However, on the night of their eight year anniversary, Nathan and Renee’s life changes forever. Leaving one of their favorite restaurants, tipsy and looking forward to an extensive night of passionate sex, a startled cry in the darkness of night captures their attention. Drawn to the sound, they discover a crime in progress and caught up in the horror of it all the couple take out their cell phone and begin recording. But to their dismay, they’re spotted by the perpetrator and he goes after them with a vengeance.
At day break, the magnitude of everything they witness hits the couple full force. They’ve noticed the vehicle sitting outside the gates of their two story Tudor style home last night. And quickly things around them start to change. With their lives in danger, the couple goes through any means necessary to keep their family safe and the costs weigh so heavy that they may not survive it.
Book Title: Ivy: Some Say She’s Poison
Author: Deidra D.S. Green
Genre: African American Erotica
Release Date: December 9, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Ivy is a master teacher and her lovers are students of her game. Their wills she bends to fulfill her own lustful desires and they enjoy every blissful minute of it, until she dismisses them, one after the other, until there is only one… well, maybe two… one has never been enough for her. Taken from the pages of “Woman at the Top of the Stairs” comes the candid tale of Ivy; a woman cut from the same cloth as the father she idolizes. And just like her father, Ivy is a rolling stone, never stopping, never settling. She has left many a lover in her wake, wounded but wanting more. Ivy is poison to some but a pleasurable antidote to others. Dare to take a taste for yourself and see if she’s really poison.
“Brock grunted loudly as he exploded inside Ivy; his hot gism coated her throbbing clit. Parker squealed in ecstasy as she too reached her climax, riding the wave of Ivy’s magical touch. And just like wounded soldiers, the two collapsed to the bed on either side of the one they loved. Ivy allowed them to languish for just a minute; each holding on to her as if she were their anchor. She then exited the bed and made her way to the shower.
No further words were necessary. Each knew what was expected. They had both been there before; whether singularly or plurally. Parker and Brock gathered their belongings and left the 6,000-square foot, luxury apartment. There was no exiting salutation between the two of them, just a slight smile as they went their separate ways. They would see Ivy again, but only when she wanted to see them. Most likely either or both of them would receive a text. A time would be given, nothing more. They would come running without hesitation. It’s who she was and what she wanted. They accepted without question. Ivy had that kind of effect on people.”
Deidra D. S. Green has frequently been quoted as saying, “Writing is like breathing. Without it, I’d die…”
Deidra officially started her writing journey in 2011. She have written roughly 25 full length novels and several novellas and short stories. Deidra has also written a few children’s book, self-help projects and contributed to one anthology. She is the co-owner of a family publishing company that has been in business for eight years. Deidra is responsible for new acquisitions and is the editor in chief. Rathsi Publishing Company has published nearly 200 authors. In addition, Deidra is a ghostwriter, and has written for several celebrities and lay people alike. She also does academic writing, editing and consulting.
Deidra continues to be fascinated by the power of the written word. She has always written, and most recently decided to share her craft with the rest of the world.
Literary Works by Deidra include:
* The Twisted Sister Trilogy
* Woman at the Top of the Stairs Trilogy
* Suddenly Single: So Undeserving
* Elite Affairs I: Orchestrated Beauty
* Elite Affairs II: Simple Elegance
* A Letter to My Mother
* The Suddenly Single Series
* When You Wish
* Sick, Sicker, Sickest
* Interstate 64
* The Candy Man
She continues to pen interesting and intriguing tales with several new projects slated to be released in the very near future. You can also keep up with all things Deidra on Facebook, Twitter, and follow her blog at deidrawrites.weebly.com.
2016 in my opinion could’ve been better, however, I’m optimistic about what the new year will bring. Love Is A Drug, Ink has a variety of new reads coming your way and I can’t wait to get your take on them. So sit back relax and enjoy the free snippets you’ll see soon!
Enjoy this time with your family and friends! Books make perfect Christmas gifts so give the gift that keeps on giving! Ha, ha!
Alright guys, you asked I answered. Part 2 of my #shortstorychallenge is coming at you now. If you didn’t read part 1 you can find it here, https://stephaniennorris.wordpress.com/…/short-story-chall…/
*****WARNING Adult content ahead. Reader discretion is advised**** Here we go!
The knocks on the door came in rapid succession. Celine tilted her head slightly towards the door but made no effort to answer it. Looking back to the ceiling, she allowed her thoughts to float into space. Two weeks had passed since her first kill in five years; breaking the vow she’d made to her husband on their anniversary night. It was a necessary death, but that’s not what haunted her. There were only two men she loved more than life itself. Her husband Alan Brigg’s and her handler Brian Devareaux.
When she was only a young girl, death found her father as he worked at the construction site he faithfully went to each day and her mother had fallen victim to the harsh Chicago streets. After watching her mother prostitute herself for whatever drug she was on at the time, it became routine for her to seek men out for a quick payday once she was on her own. When she found her first trick, reality set in fast.
Celine couldn’t go through with it. But he was unrelenting, pulling her into an alley, beating her senseless. When he thought she was weak enough to take advantage of, he ripped her panties and pulled out his soft, raggedy, uncircumcised dick trying with fitful plunges to penetrate her untouched vagina. When the blade slid across his neck, he never saw it coming. It was the first time she laid eyes on Brian. His mountainous frame stood over them with menacing eyes. He tossed the trick to the side and held his hand out to her. Everything else was history.
Brian became her one and only, teaching her how to shoot with every gun known to man. He gained her trust and she fell in love, losing her virginity to him.
But Brian was not a man to be loved. He was ruthless, mischievous and cold to everyone around him but her. In his line of business, he had to be. She watched many women come and go. Making it no secret that he wasn’t interested in being monogamous with her or anyone else. Celine prospered, her skills behind the trigger grew sharper by the day. Soon enough, she became his most valuable asset and the only hitman he used when needed.
On the day she set her eyes on Alan, her whole world changed. He was too good to be true. Attentive, compassionate, disarming. She used to pinch herself sometimes to make sure he was real. Alan became her best friend. She divulged all her deepest, darkest, secrets to him. Still, he accepted her, asking for her hand in marriage. But there was one stipulation. She had to put down her vices and leave the world of guns, violence, drugs and Brian.
It wasn’t easy, but giving those things up was for the better. For five years, they lived in whimsical bliss. Then one night during dinner, Alan gripped his chest and fell to the floor. Hours later they found out he suffered with severe systolic heart failure. He would need a heart transplant and selling the house wouldn’t be enough to fund it.
When Celine was able to acquire the funds after Devon’s death, she was all too happy to pay Alan’s doctor bills and have the procedure done. The doctors wasted no time in operating, but Alan never made it out of the operating room. Something about his body rejecting the implant. Celine couldn’t remember what he said. Her mind went blank.
The rapping at the door was more incessant and volatile. Whoever was beating against it was about to take the hinges off. With renewed frustration, she tossed her arm back gripping the handgun that lay next to her head and pounced off the bed.
“What!” she said swinging open the door. Surprise didn’t register on her face at the person standing across the threshold. Her hand fell to her side taking the gun off him. She attempted to slam the door, but his foot stuck out rejecting the dismissal. Celine pivoted on her heels, “How did you find me?” She stumbled back to the bed and fell on her knees in front of a silver tray laced with cocaine.
“How long did you think you could hide from me?” Brian said stepping into the dusty motel room. His eyes perused the wilted wallpaper that sagged down the walls, to the crooked blinds that bent and hung uneven in the lone windowsill, to the silver tray she stuffed her face in. He reached down and flung the tray against the wall.
“What do you think you’re doing!” She yelled.
He clenched his jaw, “I know you’re in pain, Celine…”
“What do you know about my pain?!” She glowered at him rising to her feet. “Where were you when I put up my house and was left on my ass in the streets?!” Her hands pushed against his firm chest. “Where were you when my brother in law extorted sex from me in order to pay my husband’s hospital bills?!” She pushed him again. “Where were you when the south side boys sent their goons after me to get to you?!”
She balled her fist and swung at his face.
He caught her wrists, but she fought him with all the strength she had. He bent her arms behind her back as she struggled against him. “Get off me!” she screamed, “I hate you!” Tears rolled down her face her scuffle insistent.
“Listen to me!”
He lifted her small frame releasing her arms pinning her against the wall. “You wanted me to go away remember! You were the one who removed yourself from my life, not me!”
“I hate you!” She cried with tears streaming faster now. She pushed against him and he recaptured her arms pinning them over her head. “Calm down!”
Her body betrayed her, reacting to his rigid erection that pushed against her belly. Her mind told her to fight, but her body told a different story. He could sense it too. It was no use trying to ignore it, especially with her legs wrapped around his waist wearing only a panty and bra set. He crushed his mouth to hers and she bit back on his lips drawing blood. “Shit!” he screamed pulling back.
He put both her wrists in the palm of one of his hands while he removed his belt and unzipped his pants. Without warning he slid the thin material to the side and submerged his engorged length into her.
“Son of a bitch!” She screamed lunging for his neck. Her fangs dug into his flesh and he made her pay for it in the most wonderful way.
“Do you still hate me now?”
“Yes!” she hissed.
They rocked against the wall and he released her wrists to grab a firm hold on her thighs. She slapped him against his face but it didn’t disturb him. He bent his head sucking in a distended nipple as he pummeled into her. A high pitched moan escaped her lips, “I…still…hate…you…” she panted, “You…son…of…a…bitch…” His thrusts tore into her causing a ripping orgasm to cream down his shaft.
“Shit!” he yelled yielding to his own release. He buckled, placing Celine on her feet.
“Move,” she said pushing him just enough to disconnect from him. She staggered to the window trying to catch her breath. It was no secret that he brought out the animal in her and she hated herself for wanting more of him.
From behind her she heard his zipper, “When I found out about the south side boys coming after you, I sent them a message they can’t ignore. Trust me when I tell you, it’s taken care of. And another thing, I found out that one of the doctors on your husband’s team may have been on their payroll.”
Celine whipped around eyes wide. “What are you saying?”
His dark eyes peered at her, “I think you know.”
Rage unlike anything she’d ever felt before stimulated her nerve endings.
“I’m taking care of that too,” he said.
“No,” she snarled. “I’ll take care of it!”
–Beautiful Assassin the full novel coming to a kindle and paperback near you.
Hola! I accepted the challenge to write a short story to the picture below. Check out the quick story that was written for your enjoyment! 😉
“Will you pay it this time?” Celine watched him walk to the edge of the bed and buckle his belt. His tongue slid across his teeth as he thought about her request.
“You gave me a hard time, why should I pay anything?”
Her lip trembled, “We had a deal.”
“Sure did and yet you still gave me grief.”
She let out an exasperated breath, “Look,
you know this is not ideal for me. My husband needs major heart surgery, It’s the only way I can pay—“
“Save your story,” he said cutting her off. “I’ve heard it a thousand times.”
“How can you do him like this, he’s your brother for God’s sake.”
He turned to her, “He’s no brother of mine, I could care less about his condition.” A wad of spit flew from his mouth in her direction. “I could care even less about his wife.”
A mist of tears clouded her vision, “I’m not asking you to care,” her voice shook, “Just please hold up your end of the bargain.”
“I don’t know Celine. I’m thinking you owe me one.”
Her heartrate increased, “I just gave you everything. I’m covered in your sweat!” Her chest rose and fell as anger surged through her. Thoughts of the .22 inside her purse flooded her mind. “Don’t make me regret this.” She said through clenched teeth.
A smile played around his lips. This was fun for him. “Don’t you already regret it?”
“I’m not referring to the sex we just had.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Devon, you’re supposed to be dead,” A vein pushed against his forehead.
“Are you threating me?” He took a step toward her and she threw the sheets off and scurried off the bed. Within seconds she’d pulled the handgun from her purse and leveled it on him.
“Brian knows it was you that made the deal with the south side boys. I was supposed to lead you to your death then, but because I love the man that you despise so much you’re still alive. You should be thanking me. Now make the call!” She said. “Don’t try anything stupid. I’m a desperate woman. I’ll kill you myself if I have to.”
He held her through narrowed eyes. “I’m not going to ask you again.” She said.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number, “Put it on speaker.” He obliged.
“Send the payment through.” He spoke into the phone. “All of it.” Celine demanded.
His objection didn’t make it into the air when he watched her take the safety off and pull back the handle.
“All of it.” She said. His eye twitched.
“Send the full payment.” There was a pause on the other end.
“Are you sure?” The voice called out.
“Yes, I’m sure.” There was another pause. “It’s done.” The line died.
“Show me.” Celine said. After a beat he showed her proof the money had been transferred into an offshore account she’d previously set up. Her husband was going to have his surgery. An enormous weight lifted from her shoulders.
“Now what?” he said.
Celine pulled the trigger sending a bullet crashing through his nose. “Phi!” He fell to the floor, eyes wide, mouth agape.
Moving fast, she gathered her clothes and threw them on. Simultaneously, she made a phone call. “It’s handled.”
A dark voice barked, “Good girl, you should come work for me, I can use a skilled shot like you.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not open for business. Now it’s your turn.” There was a knock at the door.
“I got you, the cleanup crew is already there.”
“How did they get here so quick?”
“They’ve been there for the last two hours,” he paused. “You know, insurance just in case you couldn’t get things done.”
She opened the door. “I’m gone.” She disconnected the call and left discarding the phone and her identity. Disappearing without a trace.
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