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Autumn gets a full serving of what awaits her on the “other side” after death. It is not what she expects and not what you think. Like the snippet? Read more in my latest eBook, The Fall of Autumn-FREE until Dec. 1st.

Funny how the pain you think you’d feel before dying would be the worst. The pain of a body finally fizzing out like old soda. The creaks and groans of sick bones, the sore throat that is beyond hell and just having a sheet draped over you in the hospital, hurts your skin.

They doped me up with all kinds of funny name brand medicines, the clear tubing runs through my veins and I have my thumb taped to the “pain control” monitor to allow me to “inject” more drugs into my blood stream as I lay dying.

But none of this is as painful or morbid as staring into the eyes of my boyfriend Darwin Humphrey.

I can tell by the wince in his face, the pain in his tone, that he is watching a shell of me. The true me is slowly wasting away. The rare stomach cancer has finally won. At the age of 24, I am losing the battle. Have lost the battle.

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He is probably inwardly groaning right now. The day I found out I had it, I remember sitting in my mother’s favorite chair. The pink one with pink feathers and red and pink small heart pillows(gifts from dad).

Darwin was sending pics of me to his family in Germany. He called me the “hot blonde” and truthfully I was.

I stand at 5’5, long strong, lean legs, breasts that I am/was? Naturally blessed with that had very little bounce and some jiggle. Bright blue eyes and hair that was just naturally straight and white teeth to match.

I was going to be a forensic photographer. I have always been a fan of those enormously addicting crime shows like Criminal Minds, Law and Order, and CSI but my fascination has always been with scenes.

Pictures tell a thousand words.

Right now, Darwin is breaking inside. I can feel it. His hand lightly touches mine, but instead of feeling warm and making me all bright inside, it hurts my paper thin skin. It’s like he is slowly scraping my skin with razor blades and I feel a boiling anger brewing.

At him. At myself. At no one. At God.

He sees an old woman.

Chemo will do that.

My shiny, bright California bred looks are no more. I look 65 to be honest and gaunt. I saw myself in the mirror by accident two months ago and since then, my mom agreed to buy me a veil to wear over my face.

In the hospital, I do not wear it. I do not wear it for Darwin. I don’t care anymore.

His wavy brown hair and lion gold eyes drinks me in from head to toe. Before, when we first met in college, his eyes would trail slowly over my curves causing small fires in my heart, making my stomach flutter.

Now, he looks at me as if I am a stranger. He takes me in slowly because Reality is a Beast. I look away from him and towards another rainy day. It’s true. It never rains Southern California but it is today.

“Autumn…I..love you.”

Instead of responding, my eyes water but even that hurts. Can’t even cry. It’s been a good run in this world. All 24 years of it.

“Please. Look at me, love.” His Boston accent is what always does me in. I love city boys. I love smart ones who are hot.

Darwin is all of that.

He will move on without me in six months to a year maybe. Find another beauty who will console him as he talks about his dead girlfriend, they will share Starbucks coffee a few days out the week until his heart beats a little faster and his touches on her becomes less friendly and more loving- same as he did with me.

They will trade sob stories of the monster of cancer and he will invite her over for dinner at his mom’s.

A year from now or two he may be with or he may not. He will marry someone because that’s Darwin. Hot biology major whose parents are both professors at California State University.

They will welcome her.

He may become a player. Just sleep with a lot of girls.

I look at him and that is when all of a sudden, I feel a POP! Explode in my chest.

My air is cut!

I look to him and he is holding my hand, he is yelling and I see lime green nurse suits. Mom, dad, and my little brother Manly sweep in quick as dust.

Their images blur. It is getting darker in here.

I can’t breathe!

I gasp sharply as my world turns gray and blurry, then suddenly black.

 

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I am floating.

I am light as air and I twist and turn, darkness all around me but I feel so much at peace. It is like for the first time I am not weighed down.

In life we seek peace through religion, or helping out at shelters, using drugs or sex.

But I must say, this is better than all of that combined times 100.

Out of my skin and bones, out from psychological worry, I can float. No care in the care in the world.

“Open your eyes,” a smooth, silky, male voice says. It says something else that sounds like my name but I cannot identify it.

What is my name?

“Is that why it’s so dark?” I whisper. Why does my words sound like…music?

He chuckles. “Yes.” His words are poems too. Even a single word.

I hesitate. I nearly forget where I am and how I got to where I am. Why are my eyes closed?

I use muscle I no longer have to open my eyes.

“It takes a few tries to get used to a new body.”

“Huh?” I really snap open my “eyes” now and the plethora of color explode before me. Colors I don’t know the name of including a few common colors. Light and bright as the sun filters in and I see tall creatures before me. Their shadow advancing on me.

I take a step back.

I am standing on something lush and soft.

“She’s a new one, let us treat her as such.”

Their voices are so loud! I can hear them in my soul! “Stop yelling!” I shout.

“Yup, new body alright. Is there a reason why these people act like this? Do they not know about their transformation?”

Smooth Voice says, “They were not taught it properly. As far as I know they are the only species who can transform after expiring. You’d think they would be informed.”

I inhale a deep, cleansing breath and look down at myself. My feet are the color of bronze, they shine and sparkle. No need for polish. My nude body is positively glowing…

**As a side note, battling cancer is a serious issue. I lost my father to esophageal cancer a few years ago. I was inspired to write about the “what ifs” of the afterlife.

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~Ericajean

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Always Red #WattpadSuperstars

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Always Red by Isabelle Ronin

Publication Date: Sourcebooks Casablanca(November 7, 2017)

You might want to order Always Red today! (Kindle Edition)

*Galley provided for free from Netgalley for my unbiased review.

Always Red is definitely slightly better than Chasing Red in that there’s more background and depth to the story, promising subplots, and incredibly incendiary love scenes that are just wild!

The book picks up right where Chasing Red ends, with Caleb hurt over Beatrice-Rose’s betrayal and Red suddenly realizing that she may lose him. The page turning craze begins when Red tries to find new ways to contact Caleb to win him back. Is it possible that she can? Will Caleb even accept her?

It goes back to the saying: “You never know what you have until its gone.”

Her new friends Kar and Beth definitely kept me laughing and as I mentioned, their own plots in the story is promising. I can definitely see some books written based on their lives, however Always Red amps it up with the passionate scenes and crimes of passion as well.

There is definitely more truths being revealed and you pray everyone makes it out alive.

Red is not one of my favorite characters. I tried to like her in the first book, but now I see that Caleb, as sweet and hot as he is, is the more sensitive one in this situation. He will do anything for Red but it seems like it takes a herculean effort for her to show how much she loves him. I give her an A for effort…

I am saying this because, the gorgeous drifting rock star, Damon, who calls her “Angel Face” once again is always to her rescue and she just goes to him. Nothing wrong with that, I mean, she is a grown woman, but when Caleb feels some way about it, she never addresses it appropriately in my opinion. Her upbringing was kind of screwed up which can account for her being a shelled individual.

All in all a great conclusion to the series and I will definitely read more of Ronin’s stories on Wattpad!

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Queens of Men 2: Pipe’s Threat

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Aromatic Candle Art by George Becker

 

*Here is the next installment to my blog story series Queens of Men. Things get a bit difficult for Nikki as her ex with the lethal tongue threatens her agency! Click here to read part 1!

 

Dino watched the indecision cross over Nikki’s beautiful face.

She was so uptight.

Such a turn on when she blushed crimson, then clear when trying to establish her control. Her pulled his hand from hers reluctantly. “No pressure, Nikki.”

“Uh huh,” she approached the shining white four door car that was hers. When she popped the door open he could smell the new car scent and artificial strawberry from the dangling red pine tree hanging on the mirror of her car.

He watched as her lush backside slide into the seat.

He waved his fingers at her, blew a playful kiss— which she ignored.

Yeah, maybe she was way out of his league. The women on his list to escort this week was long. He definitely had his work cut out for him. Some chick named Randy Red, a half Asian half African chick, with a pretty mouth and head full of spiraling curls will be his date tomorrow.

He knew enough about her to know…that even she wouldn’t do for him. But she will be a pretty date and she wanted to make her boyfriend jealous.

Most women the agency cater to are usually twenty-five and older. They are lonely or even married and want a fun night to let their hair down, be treasured, no arguments or worrying over babysitters and bills or husbands who won’t listen to them.

Queens of Men agency was there to be an ear to hear and masculine shoulders to cry on- no judgments. Some carried it out further providing “Sticky” services that could put Nikki’s agency on the hot list for investigation.

Dino will admit that he has broken a few of those rules, other men of the agency broke them too.

But Dino played by the rules.

Its easy to follow the rules when the woman of your dreams was constantly on your brain like some leech on the brain sucking your blood and intelligence. Turning you from all other women.

That’s what Nikki Treasure did to him.

She possessed his dreams and turned them wet. Possessed his mind and made him stupid, but as long as he pulls off the gentlemanly way, she will choose him.

If not, he can move on.

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Taking her grandpa’s money and investing it in Queens of Men Escort Services was the best thing she could do. It was like having a candy store knowing you won’t need to eat it. She didn’t need love from men anymore, they were trifling and cheaters, but she could employ good eye candy to give some other women a good time.

Nikki held her tablet in front of her. She was still getting emails and requests from the ladies via the app. Many of them either wanted Dino or Peter “Pipe” Smith.

Mostly for Dino.

“My Queen!” Pipe said, his big personality filling the room. Nikki didn’t even hear him knock. “I know you have some work for me but as I always say, you are free to join me and the ladies anytime. Don’t be shy.”

“What do you want?” Nikki asked warily.

“Just wanted to drop in.” His 6’1 masculine frame was clad in bright Navy Tom Ford Sharksin suit which probably ran him a couple thousand dollars. The way he smiled reminded her of a serpent.

“Did you complete your order?”

“I did. You should select more mahogany beauties in the future. I had loads and I do mean loads of fun with Angela Mwekeme.”

 I hope he did not…

He couldn’t…

“Pipe! You did not have sex with her, did you?”

Pipe looked every bit the cat that caught the canary. Nikki so badly wanted to wipe the smug, stupid look from his face. Permanently. “Jealous, My Queen?”

Jealous? We have a strict code, set by law. No sex! If one of these women decides to keep your semen or a hair follicle, record sessions-”

“Relax. Relax.” He leaned over my table like he owned the place. “I am waxed as a newborn baby, I use protection and have a no phones allowed policy. See?”

“Don’t tell me that! Now I’m privy to you telling me you prostituted yourself!” Nikki huffed and stormed over to her door which was slightly ajar, to shut it tightly. Getting up was a mistake, Pipe’s eyes went from playful brown to bedroom lust as he checked her out so boldly and openly.

Peter Smith, a.k.a. Pipe was not a bad looking man at all. In fact, he was nearly a doppelganger of Theo James to be exact, and rumored to have a lethal tongue.

Nikki knew from experience, it was indeed true. He had a magical tongue. But being with Pipe was a mistake never to be repeated, that’s for sure.

“Come on, Nikki,” he whispered stepping to close. “I know you get lonely. You can’t possibly be waiting around for Prince Charming when the Hot Devil is right here waiting for you. My body is always at your service.”

Pipe was closer to Nikki’s age being a year younger but sometimes he was more a child than a man. “Oh my goodness. No, Pipe!” He brushed his hips against hers forcefully, causing her back to press against the door.

Pipe suddenly had his hands clasped around both her wrists. Tightly. “I just want to hear you scream for me, Mi Cherie. I love how you say my name in bed. Such an expressive vixen you are.” He then opened his mouth to display his undulating tongue which was uncharacteristically long and bobbed up and down expertly.

Nikki pushed him away hard. “I have a guard on post if you try that again, Pipe. Get the hell out! As a warning, you can no longer accept weekly dates this month, and you will have 10% garnished from your earnings this month. Got it?”

Feeling more in control, Nikki went over to her desk, picked up her tablet and sent an email message to Stacy in payroll to take Pipe’s 10% out, but while doing so Pipe stood there, snarling.

“You don’t want to mess with me, Your Highness,” he grit out. “There are things I know about this agency that once I let them out, you will be sorry and instead of me cuffing you to my bed, the cops will cuff you and haul your pretty ass to the clinker.”

With incredible force he slams the door making papers swirl about in a white haze.

What stuff did he know? Were there illegal activities going on around me? Nikki wondered in slight fear.

She held her, bruised sore wrist in her hand, massaging it.

Copyright©2017 Erica Jean Smith

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Fiction Friday Challenge: Queens of Men

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Synopsis: She’s 32. He just turned 21, but something about Dino is making Nikki feel as if a night with him will be more dangerous….more delicious than she ever imagined.

*This short fiction, was inspired by the prompt “You better hold on tight to your weave” on Marquessa’s blog*

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Nikki tried hard to pretend she did not see Dino kiss Sandra on the lips by the bake case.

Nikki pursed her lips and cursed silently. As the Queens of Men owner with power and what some call a classic, regal kind of beauty, she shouldn’t be jealous. Dino was doing what he was being paid to do: Make lonely women happy. One rule: No sex with the clients(although rumor has it that all her men were breaking that Golden Rule…)

All of Nikki’s hired men were drop dead gorgeous. She screened the best, healthiest men of the East, heck—-of the nation, to work for her. Dino was the best, and even though every now and then their banter would go from mild to hot they kept it business as usual.

Some of her men propositioned her from time to time, garnering looks of death from Dino. Which annoyed her, since Dino got looks and intimate time with slues of women.

But now a busty brunette with a broken heart, held his attention and Nikki couldn’t help but steal glances from her table in the coffee shop.

If she was careful, Dino would not see her. Not her fault this was a popular café.

Holding the magazine to her face, knowing full well she should leave now, Nikki cut her eye at the two by the bakery case. Some women entered the shop looking married as hell yet still cut their gaze at Dino.

With eyes light as a gray storm, a beautiful gold tan and a body made of raw male power, who could resist him? Even a female corpse would rise from the dead to get with Dino.

He was her best and favorite client.

Turning her head down and finally enjoying some of her Mocha latte,while pretending to read, Nikki nearly yelped when Dino said, “What’s up? What are you doing here?”

Sliding on her professional, cool face Nikki avoided Dino’s grey gaze and laid the magazine down slowly. “Just enjoying my early morning coffee? You?”

Dino looked behind him. The brunette was gone. So were her tight, red clothing. “Just pleasing a customer.” He winked at her before sitting down at the small table. His eyes were now fastened on her neck, making her grow hot, right there. Damn eyes were lasers.

That’s Dino. Never a casual observer. He watched the oddest of things. Instead of hips, butt, and eyes, Nikki noticed he admired necks and hands. Or were those just things he admired on her?

“So, what’s next on your agenda for the day?” She asked him.

Dino surprised her by taking one of her hands in his. “Your hands are incredibly soft, My Queen.”

Ever on duty, he calls her by the name she trained them to call her.

He turned her hand over.

Amazing.

His gaze made even her palm sweat! Her Degree deodorant was liquefying fast, and she feared she would turn into a wanton puddle of embarrassment. Hopefully, he couldn’t read her thoughts.

She snatched her hand away but he quickly took her other hand from her coffee mug and rubbed a thumb on top of that one too. “Looong, piano fingers.” He murmured silkily, dragging out “long”. “You play?”

“When the mood strikes.” Her breath hitched and her other hand was now under the table, toying with the end of her skirt.

“Queen? You heard me?” Dino licked his lips.  She shook her head. Embarrassed to have been daydreaming of his hands playing with her.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“Wanna get out of here?”

Nikki looked around the half empty café. The smell of warm coffee beans and cake was inviting. It was her haven.

“Yeah, sure.”

Ever the gentleman, he placed his hand at the small of her back and guided her out of the café and into the pleasant air. It was such a beautiful day. Bright with birds chirping and the streets seemingly paved with gold.

“You should be with Sandra. You are still on the clock.”

“I sent her away.” His eyes focused on the view before them. “Beautiful out here, isn’t it?”

Nikki wanted this to stop. He was getting far too close to her. Too close. He was far too young for her. It was a blessing that she looked to be in her twenties, but was in fact nearing thirty-three. Dino was just turning twenty-one.

Twenty-one!

“This is me,” she stopped near the parking garage. “I have to take care of business.”

Dino’s knowing, warm eyes suddenly took on a playful glint. “You’re not as hard as you seem My Queen. But,” he licked his lips. “You are a challenge I’m up for. You need to be broken.”

This time. Ohhhh, this time, his eyes performed a slow agonizing dance over her face, her lips, her breasts, covered with a pin striped top but his gaze made her feel bare to him. Then his tongue slowly swept his lips as he eyed her narrow waist and curvy hips, all the way down to her toes.

He advanced on her slowly, like a panther. She held her ground with her chin up. “You’re too young for me. If I want a man, I can have one.”

Something like hunger, or possession flashed in his grey eyes. “True,” he growled. “I don’t want you with some man anyway.” He paused. “And I can make you forget our age difference, if you let me.”

“I can’t- I can’t, Dino. This is against the Policy. You know that.” She heard him grumble saying something about “to hell with policies” and other expletives.

He took her hand this time, wrapped it in his large one. Nikki was amazed at how well he filled out his black suit. He looked tailor made for the army or the UFC.

“Ah,” he murmured. “Your hands are long enough to curl around my-”

“No!” She covered her ears. Why was she being childish? Only Dino did this to her.

“Then again,” he continued sliding his warm hands up and down her arms. “Your hands may not fit around the likes of me, I’m pretty big-”

“Shut up!”

“Doesn’t matter. You try to hide it, but I see it in your eyes when we’re together. When we talk, even how your breathing pauses a little when you’re around me.”

“Stop.”

“No,” Dino leaned in to her neck and inhaled. It was so erotic. Right there in public! “I knew it. You smell incredible,” he whispered. “I bet you taste just as good. Better.”

Nikki said nothing. She was probably melting on the ground by now.

“Let me propose something to you. You’re a business woman, right?”

“Of course!” Why was her voice breaking?

With a gentle, nearly airbrushed kiss to her neck, Dino said: “Give me one night with you My Queen, and I promise I will change your world.”

Nikki heard the rumors of Dino’s sexual prowess. Said he moved like an animal in bed. Said he was a Rock star in pleasuring women, making their bodies hum and sing. Said some women couldn’t handle all of him. He stole hearts.

A queen needed her heart.

Dino was exactly the kind of man she did not need in her life.

“And if you don’t?” Am I really agreeing to this?

Smiling like a wolf that caught its meal, Dino stepped back, his hand still holding hers. “I will.” He promised.

Nikki was seriously considering letting Dino in.

To rock her world.

Copyright© 2017 Erica Jean Smith

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School for Zombies: Dead Guts and Hard Abs

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The Fall of Autumn by Erica Jean Smith to be Released November 2017

 

 

Although brief, the stories will sweep you away. Here is an excerpt of what you will find…

Update: The Fall of Autumn(full book) is now available. Click here for details!

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School for Zombies

Part 1

Patty

If anyone would have told me I would be stuck in a closet with the hottest zombie ever this side of the Atlantic, “I would have said WTF and get out of here”.

But here I am. In the janitor’s closet of all places.

Stuck with Sindrome. That’s his name for real. A  tall, well built zombie who looks down on me now like a tasty snack but because of our current and dire situation, he cannot afford to eat me.

“Explain again what you saw.” He growls, annoyed.

I roll my eyes to him.  “I said, I went back to the cafeteria to see if I left my small wallet on the floor by the cashier and I heard the noise and started running. It sounded horrific, like vomiting but, I don’t know.”

I had went into the cafeteria ten minutes earlier to retrieve my pink wallet. I knew better than to go alone.

In my dad’s infinite wisdom, he placed me in a school that was full of dead folks. On the outside everything looks normal and new, and the people look beautiful and normal. Borbon High School is a lie. A fake.

It is a  Night School. For zombies.

And guess what? I am not one.

How do I get away with it? My dad, a chemist involved with making popular perfumes for celebrities, made a special perfume for me that repels the dead. Meaning my brain which is capable of a 2.9 GPA at best, will not be morsels to these monsters.

Turns out though that my “Dad” he really wasn’t my dad though. Just a mad scientist who was using me as bait.

He knew my real dad.

Turns out Sindrome is my only ally because he has living human beings he cares for still.

A living, breathing Barbie doll of a girlfriend he wants to save and he knows I have the perfume that will prevent him from wanting to snack on her brains like a burrito.

So anyway, I walk up into the cafeteria as if I am not completely surrounded by zombies. And. No. I do not eat their food. Are you kidding me? I bring my own bag lunch. I purchase their canned drinks though because they are colder and packaged from a local factory.

I had reached down to pick up my purse when I hear the snap of something like a big chicken bone and followed by a loud shriek.

I look over the sneeze guards which previously shielded meatloaf(yeah right) and mac and cheese. Hidden beneath these dishes are brains. Just to let you know. The “real” food is placed on top to make the zombies feel normal as they once did.

But yeah, its brain squash underneath.

Beyond the large sink and stove, I saw movement in the backroom and then a large splash of red hits the window. Blood.

I bucked out of there quick, just as I heard the quick clicking of heels on my tail.

I turn a corner nearly colliding into a locker and that was when I spotted Sindrome smoking a joint -or appears to be smoking…in the janitor’s closet with the door half opened.

“Let me in!” I whisper loudly pushing him inside, not caring if he dropped his cigarillo. I bang the door closed. Confident I left the ghoul or whatever was chasing me.

“Patty,” Sindrome puts both hands on my shoulder. His whole body is ivory and cold to the touch, but it is those eyes that do me in every time.  They are- aquamarine?

Damn! I am not falling for no damn dead person. Nope! Not me! His eyes are a dreamy, kind of aqua framed by long lashes that are ebony- ebony like his hair, ebony like me and my hair.

This closet is too tiny for my fro and his body. One of us has to go.

“Keep quiet, Patty.” He says again. “I hear something.”

I scooch my body closer to Sindrome, aware that my ample booty is now pressing against surprisingly rock hard abs.

Yes. I’m officially losing it.

But I nearly lose my cookies when through the slats of the door I see some wolf-beast-dog thing with long, yellow teeth stalking the hall.

It was as big, or almost as high as five Great Danes and the smell of death followed it. Even Sindrome smelled better. Well, Sindorme always smells of water and leaves mostly. Cigar leaves. Perhaps he has a better wash regime than I give him credit for.

“What the hell is that?” He asks me.

“I don’t know?” I whisper back. “I am new here to this state, this city, this school. Virginia is looney tunes!”

The wolf monster thing pauses. I see its high black butt and three tails wagging.

My heart nearly plummets.

If Sindrome is truly evil, he could just push me out the door and be done with me. The wolf thing could then gobble me up and maybe it’ll spit out my fro- just to be nice.

I have all kinds of crazy scenarios playing in my head right now.

Sindrome has cold, dead hands on my shoulder and I am pressed up against him like we’re lovers.

We are so. not. lovers.

He hates my guts because of my “dad” and I hate his because he is dead. He has dead guts.

“I have to alert everyone else somehow.”

“Wait. You’re scared of it too? Aren’t you a zombie?”

“I have a very bad feeling about this.” He pulls out his cell phone but I remain on him, booty and all. I am scared and did I mention the closet is cramped? Full of dirty mops and thousands of chemicals I am unfamiliar with.

He texts someone just as we hear another scream and I hear that bone cracking noise again. I cringe and throw my body harder against Sindrome’s body.

“Mfffofme.”

“Huh?” I can’t understand what he is saying.

“I said-” he does something with my hair.

Oh. He pushes it down. I am about to swing on him and knock him out for that alone. Then he growls: “I said your hair is in my mouth.”

“Oh, God. Sorry.”

Sindrome swears under his breath and suddenly my worst nightmare comes true.

I am pushed through the door with my arms out and I stumble into a hallway that is suddenly overcrowded with zombies. Teachers and everybody is scurrying. Blood dripping from hands and faces.

Some are with a gaping hole in their chest to the point I can see the wall clearly though them and the stampede.

I am tossed and thrown about, trying to run for the exit when I am roughly pulled from the melee.

“This way”, he growls low in my ear and before I can protest, I am yanked again through the crowds.

“You have your motorcycle?” He asks.

“I do.”

“We need it.” I pull the keys from my pocket, unsure how this will all play out.

If I’m smart, I could let him get torn to shreds by the  Wolf Beast thing.

But who said I was smart?

We are moving too fast down the hall and that is when I hear the worst sound of all.

“The hell?” Sindrome pauses as the top floor, that holds the library and classrooms, suddenly wobbles as if it is made of rubber and I see some plaster fall down.

Three very big, large black Wolf Beasts stands at the top. Red eyes looking right at me and through me.

Copyright ©2017, Erica Jean Smith

*The rest of the short story will  be released November 2017 as part of The Fall of Autumn Collection for Smashwords and Barnes and Noble!

 

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Chasing Red #WattpadSuperstars

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           If you like HOT, rich playboys and the special girls who can change their hearts,  Get Chasing Red on Your Kindle or Kindle App today!

Chasing Red by Isabelle Ronin

Sourcebooks Casablanca(2017)

ISBN: 978-1492658450

It is possible that Wattpad is a source for good books that pull at your heart guts, like Did I Mention I Love You and Remember to Forget. Well, Isabelle Ronin has penned a Wattpad blockbuster according to reviews, and after reading Chasing Red, I see why it is hailed as addicting.

Caleb has finally met his match.

After bedding down nearly every blonde he knows, one night at a bar, he meets a dark haired beauty whose dance moves are like a siren to him, and on that same night he rescues her, calling her Red because of her red dress and red nail polish.

But he learns something about Red very quickly.

She is not like other girls he has dated. Besides her very long dark hair and independent attitude, she is reserved and fearful of something, but he can’t resist her allure. Their relationship becomes one of extreme need, doubt, and the burning passionate love only true love can ignite.

I enjoyed this book for two reasons: One, I like reading about strong, feisty women who are also vulnerable. It shows they are human. Second, a handsome Caleb who is a certified player, amazes me suddenly as his heart strings are getting snatched while he literally does everything for Red just to make her happy. I swear the swoon worthy moments were just as titillating as the sexy, scorching hot ones.

“I felt him lowering both of us onto the bed. I was drowning so deeply in his kiss that I hadn’t even noticed he had walked us to the bedroom.” (Chasing Red, Ronin, 2017).

Now, I did find a couple of things troubling and it could be because I over-read something or whatever the case may be.

For example, the plot thickens when another suitor arrives but who is he and is he for or against Caleb? How does he pop up conveniently everywhere Red goes?

Secondly, there was a POV concerning Caleb’s ex Beatrice-Rose(yeah, the name drips wealth)- I basically glazed my eyes over her words…until she mentioned some really interesting things. All in all I cared nothing for her point of view. Seriously.

The book was amazing though and the author shows great command of human psychology and character development.

*This book was provided by Netgalley for my unbiased review.

4.5 Star Review · African American · book review · Five Star Review · Romance · Uncategorized

September 2017 Reading Recap: Fae books, Slave Ships, and Black Romance

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Images of book covers are courtesy of Avon Books, Delacorte Press(“Captured and Forbidden” text titles created by Ericajean using Canva

Below are Very brief summaries of the four books I read September 2017. I read books about faeries(not the kids’ faeries), the adult fae books, as well as some black romance. Please click  the(affiliate) links to grab up  these 4.5 and 5 star reads!

 

  • First up is Iced. I was  unaware of the controversy surrounding Iced, because I’ve read the Darkfever series from 2009-2011 and stopped when I realized Iced would be in the POV of 14 y/o Dani O’Malley, but Moning did a great job of keeping the dark sensuality and sexual tension in there while also keeping the voice of the fiery Dani.

Some felt that Dani was too young to be placed in a world filled with centuries old males and that was borderline on taboo however, in a crazy violent fae driven world, Dani is more intelligent and grown up and again, Moning did a fine job of treating issues delicately concerning Dani.

In this world, ice is freezing up places in Dublin, Ireland and Dani must team up with Ryodan, Dancer, and the Unseelie Prince Christian, to dodge gut stealing hags and faeries who could sex you to death- literally!

  • In Burned, Mac and Barrons are back(after Shadowfever) and are now dueling growing potholes in the atmosphere and Mac still has the Unseelie King’s copy of the Sinsar Dubh inside her and relying on it for any power could prove fatal for her and the world if she isn’t careful. Some fans did not care for Burned because Iced reeled us in and now we want more of Dani’s story.
  • The next two books I read are by Beverly Jenkins. An African American Author who writes titillating historical fiction you just cannot put down. In Forbidden(Old West, #1), the sexy green eyed Rhine Fontaine is descended from a line of African Queens and his white father was a slave owner. To survive, Rhine lives his life as a white man until he meets the beautiful Eddy Carmichael who makes him forget about his fianceé .
  • Captured was filled with pirates, violence and sweet seduction. I loved every minute of it. Clare Sullivan, a slave, is captured by the ruggedly handsome Dominic Le Veq. LeVeq, a free black man known for bedding down women all over the world, just can’t help himself when he meets the very intelligent slave woman. The problem is, he wants her by his side: free. But if they are found out she could go back to being a house slave or possibly killed.

Another point to remember: Beverly Jenkins love using marmalade in her novels. I’ll never think of the treat the same again!

Well, I hope you get to read some of these books because they surely kept me up at night and they are definitely certified 4.5/5 star reads so it will not be a waste of your time.

Let me know what you think about any of these stories if you have read them.

What are you currently reading? 🙂

~The Write Web