Dark Chocolate Publishing presents CROSSROADS: The Anthology..Four sneak peeks dripping with rich, sweet, delectable, anticipation...
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***Excerpt from “Wednesday’s Customer” by KR Bankston***
Stepping out in the warmth of the spring day, Elijah turned right and headed up toward Swan Park. It was named after some rich benefactor or other who’d left millions to the parks and recreations department. I could sure as hell think of something better to invest my money in, dead or not, Elijah thought frowning slightly. Taking his time as he walked, he observed each person or establishment he passed along the way. He smiled seeing the young man and woman standing at the entrance to the alley he was passing. He could tell the young man was trying to get inside the woman and she was playing hard to get for the moment. Weak ass rap, blue ass balls, Elijah thought of the young man and continued his journey. Stopping at the tobacco shop he came upon, he went inside. He inhaled all the different tobacco’s loving the scent of them. Stepping to the counter Elijah asked for three Montecristo’s. The cigars were handmade in the Dominican Republic, accounting for their expensive price tag. Elijah loved them though, finding them to be a slow burning cigar loaded with rich, complex flavors.
Garnering his purchase he headed back into the day, his destination less than a block away. Checking the Rolex Cellini Classic on his wrist, Elijah smiled slightly and crossed the street with the light heading for the entrance of the park. He entered and found a bench, sitting down and enjoying the shade of the huge Oak that towered above his head. He watched a couple of free spirits playing Frisbee with their dogs and the housewives out strolling with their babies, conversing freely with each other. He saw the man walk by but didn’t react. Elijah continued watching the park participants for the next fifteen minutes before glancing to his right and seeing the package. Picking up the small brown bag, he opened it removing the breadcrumbs and beginning to spread them for the gathering geese.
Moving the crumbs around in the bag, he discovered the small slip of paper, a single name contained. Turning the slip over he read the dollar amount listed and smiled slightly. Folding the paper and putting it into his pocket, Elijah continued to feed the geese until the bag was empty. Rising, he brushed the crumbs from his lap and headed toward his converted loft apartment. Elijah Bower was a man who lived a charmed life, a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, who changed women like he changed his clothes, a man who, for a price, would eliminate any breathing human being whose name you wrote on a piece of paper.
***Excerpt from “For One Night” by Elizabeth LaShaun
Janelle watched Stacy closely as she ate. She betta say yeah, she brooded, recalling the hard work she put in to make Stacy happy.
“That was great baby,” Stacy said pulling Janelle by her arms and leading her to the beige, cloth sofa.
“I am happy that you enjoyed it,” Janelle told her before kissing her deeply. “Stacy do you love me,” Janelle asked, with just the right hint of doubt.
“Of course, I do,” Stacy quickly reassured stroking her face. “Why you ask that,” she asked hating that Janelle could doubt her love.
Sighing and pausing for effect, Janelle told her that she didn’t think she loved the real her. Seeing the confusion written on her lover’s face she hedged forward. She explained that like it or not she was bisexual and was still very attracted to men. “So you breaking up with me,” Stacy asked with an incredulous look, working overtime to keep her tears at bay. “No baby,” Janelle said. “Never, I want,” she trailed off again for effect, causing Stacy to quickly ask her what she wanted. “I want to have a threesome.”
Stacy quickly removed her hands from Janelle with widened eyes.
“See I knew you would react this way,” Janelle returned forging hurt.
“I’ll do it,” Stacy told her as the first tear escaped from her right eye.
The smile instantly came over Janelle’s face and she kissed her lover with immense passion. I knew she would go for it, she thought cockily. Okay its time to go in for the kill, she continued to brood as she began to tug at Stacy’s sweats. Giving head was not something that she enjoyed. She only performed the act after she had at least two orgasms herself.
Stacy moaned deeply as Janelle satisfied her. She was so gentle and attentive, which was rare. Most times Janelle seemed to be in a rush. Pushing the thoughts out of her mind she returned to her boo, who was pleasing her. Janelle brought her to her end twice and never asked for any pleasure or Willis. Instead she simply kissed Stacy on the cheek and went to retrieve a soapy washcloth. Reality set in quickly for Stacy. She had agreed to participate in a threesome. She had never been with a man and vowed to never be with one. If you don’t do it she will leave you, her heart threw at her. Immediately she resolved to see the threesome through. Janelle had sacrificed a year of her sexuality, she could at least compromise.
“Riley would go off if I told him this,” she mumbled as her mind once again went to her best friend.
As much as she tried to block out his words they were ringing loud and clear. The gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach told her he was right.
***Excerpt from "The Prerequisites of Perdition" by Keith Kareem Williams***
Brenda had seen the stout man in the dark red business suit that was presently banging on Emily’s door before. She remembered his dark, thinning hair, slicked back with tons of grease. He saw her as she peeked through the curtains and smiled with unusually full lips, surrounded by a dark goatee. She could almost swear that he had red pupils and quickly looked away from them. Parked at the curb in front of the house was a vintage, candy red, ’69 Chevy Impala with a white, leather interior. Leaning on the car with a cell-phone to her ear was the man’s lover and counterpart. She was considerably taller than him and her short, cropped hair was bleach-white, matching the color of her tight, short dress. She was stunningly gorgeous and in another life, she might have been a super-model. Brenda watched in horror as the woman’s black lipstick-covered lips moved as she spoke into the phone. She also spotted Brenda in the front window. She winked at Brenda with her green eye. Her other eye was completely cloudy as if it had no pupil at all. The woman ended her call and bent over to reach into the back seat of the Impala. As she did, her short skirt rode up and exposed the bottom half of the luscious cheeks it barely covered. Once she got what she had reached for, she turned around and pulled her dress down, trying to cover the pale, shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Then, as if she was a limousine driver at the airport, she held up a cardboard sign with BRENDA SWAN written in black lipstick.
“Oh my God!” Brenda exclaimed before she turned and ran back down the narrow hallway. “Don’t open the door!” she yelled back at Emily who was still rooted in place. Dirk had sent Grendel and Gretchen to claim his wife.
***Excerpt from “In Desperation” by DK Gaston
Hidden behind the dark tinted windows of his car the bald man watched Pamela Reeb with great interest as she left her apartment building. Her clothing was simple, geared more for comfort than fashion. She was dressed in skintight white denim jeans, a loosely fitted yellow tee-shirt, and white tennis shoes with yellow Nike symbols. Even her hair was practical, dark waves were pulled to the back of her head into a large tight bun. The camcorder zoomed in on her so that he could get a clear shot of her face.
“She’s pretty,” he said aloud, stretching the words out sounding like a hiss. The bald man’s breathing became heavy and his heart raced in his chest. “So very pretty.”
A voice, not his own, boomed in his earpiece. “You need to keep your focus.”
The camcorder slowly pivoted on the woman’s body from head to toe, lingering here and there as beads of sweat ran down the bald man’s forehead. She moved with the fluid grace of a dancer. He could hear his own breath much clearer now. It drowned out the dogged voice in his ear. He wanted to get out and meet this Pamela Reeb personally, not peer at her in secret. He yanked his right hand away from the camcorder and dropped it to the passenger seat where the knife waited. His index finger gently, slowly, caressed the sharp edges of the blade. His fingertips were flawless against the steel, sliding back and forth along its six-inch length. The mere act should have been enough to draw blood, but he was careful with the blade.
“No, it won’t be my blood it spills,” the bald man said in a low self-gratifying groan.
“What’s that?” It was the voice in his ear.
The bald man returned from his reverie and wondered if he had been talking aloud again. “It was nothing.” He wiped the sweat from his brow. “The woman has exited her apartment building. She’s headed for her vehicle.”
The voice said, “Excellent. Once she’s gone you know what to do.”
He smiled. “I do.”
***FOUR authors, FOUR intersecting stories taking place in ONE city to take you on an EXHILERATING ride.***
***NOW AVAILABLE***
http://www.amazon.com/Crossroads-An-Anthology-ebook/dp/B005964QO6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1310269971&sr=8-1
***Excerpt from “Wednesday’s Customer” by KR Bankston***
Stepping out in the warmth of the spring day, Elijah turned right and headed up toward Swan Park. It was named after some rich benefactor or other who’d left millions to the parks and recreations department. I could sure as hell think of something better to invest my money in, dead or not, Elijah thought frowning slightly. Taking his time as he walked, he observed each person or establishment he passed along the way. He smiled seeing the young man and woman standing at the entrance to the alley he was passing. He could tell the young man was trying to get inside the woman and she was playing hard to get for the moment. Weak ass rap, blue ass balls, Elijah thought of the young man and continued his journey. Stopping at the tobacco shop he came upon, he went inside. He inhaled all the different tobacco’s loving the scent of them. Stepping to the counter Elijah asked for three Montecristo’s. The cigars were handmade in the Dominican Republic, accounting for their expensive price tag. Elijah loved them though, finding them to be a slow burning cigar loaded with rich, complex flavors.
Garnering his purchase he headed back into the day, his destination less than a block away. Checking the Rolex Cellini Classic on his wrist, Elijah smiled slightly and crossed the street with the light heading for the entrance of the park. He entered and found a bench, sitting down and enjoying the shade of the huge Oak that towered above his head. He watched a couple of free spirits playing Frisbee with their dogs and the housewives out strolling with their babies, conversing freely with each other. He saw the man walk by but didn’t react. Elijah continued watching the park participants for the next fifteen minutes before glancing to his right and seeing the package. Picking up the small brown bag, he opened it removing the breadcrumbs and beginning to spread them for the gathering geese.
Moving the crumbs around in the bag, he discovered the small slip of paper, a single name contained. Turning the slip over he read the dollar amount listed and smiled slightly. Folding the paper and putting it into his pocket, Elijah continued to feed the geese until the bag was empty. Rising, he brushed the crumbs from his lap and headed toward his converted loft apartment. Elijah Bower was a man who lived a charmed life, a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, who changed women like he changed his clothes, a man who, for a price, would eliminate any breathing human being whose name you wrote on a piece of paper.
***Excerpt from “For One Night” by Elizabeth LaShaun
Janelle watched Stacy closely as she ate. She betta say yeah, she brooded, recalling the hard work she put in to make Stacy happy.
“That was great baby,” Stacy said pulling Janelle by her arms and leading her to the beige, cloth sofa.
“I am happy that you enjoyed it,” Janelle told her before kissing her deeply. “Stacy do you love me,” Janelle asked, with just the right hint of doubt.
“Of course, I do,” Stacy quickly reassured stroking her face. “Why you ask that,” she asked hating that Janelle could doubt her love.
Sighing and pausing for effect, Janelle told her that she didn’t think she loved the real her. Seeing the confusion written on her lover’s face she hedged forward. She explained that like it or not she was bisexual and was still very attracted to men. “So you breaking up with me,” Stacy asked with an incredulous look, working overtime to keep her tears at bay. “No baby,” Janelle said. “Never, I want,” she trailed off again for effect, causing Stacy to quickly ask her what she wanted. “I want to have a threesome.”
Stacy quickly removed her hands from Janelle with widened eyes.
“See I knew you would react this way,” Janelle returned forging hurt.
“I’ll do it,” Stacy told her as the first tear escaped from her right eye.
The smile instantly came over Janelle’s face and she kissed her lover with immense passion. I knew she would go for it, she thought cockily. Okay its time to go in for the kill, she continued to brood as she began to tug at Stacy’s sweats. Giving head was not something that she enjoyed. She only performed the act after she had at least two orgasms herself.
Stacy moaned deeply as Janelle satisfied her. She was so gentle and attentive, which was rare. Most times Janelle seemed to be in a rush. Pushing the thoughts out of her mind she returned to her boo, who was pleasing her. Janelle brought her to her end twice and never asked for any pleasure or Willis. Instead she simply kissed Stacy on the cheek and went to retrieve a soapy washcloth. Reality set in quickly for Stacy. She had agreed to participate in a threesome. She had never been with a man and vowed to never be with one. If you don’t do it she will leave you, her heart threw at her. Immediately she resolved to see the threesome through. Janelle had sacrificed a year of her sexuality, she could at least compromise.
“Riley would go off if I told him this,” she mumbled as her mind once again went to her best friend.
As much as she tried to block out his words they were ringing loud and clear. The gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach told her he was right.
***Excerpt from "The Prerequisites of Perdition" by Keith Kareem Williams***
Brenda had seen the stout man in the dark red business suit that was presently banging on Emily’s door before. She remembered his dark, thinning hair, slicked back with tons of grease. He saw her as she peeked through the curtains and smiled with unusually full lips, surrounded by a dark goatee. She could almost swear that he had red pupils and quickly looked away from them. Parked at the curb in front of the house was a vintage, candy red, ’69 Chevy Impala with a white, leather interior. Leaning on the car with a cell-phone to her ear was the man’s lover and counterpart. She was considerably taller than him and her short, cropped hair was bleach-white, matching the color of her tight, short dress. She was stunningly gorgeous and in another life, she might have been a super-model. Brenda watched in horror as the woman’s black lipstick-covered lips moved as she spoke into the phone. She also spotted Brenda in the front window. She winked at Brenda with her green eye. Her other eye was completely cloudy as if it had no pupil at all. The woman ended her call and bent over to reach into the back seat of the Impala. As she did, her short skirt rode up and exposed the bottom half of the luscious cheeks it barely covered. Once she got what she had reached for, she turned around and pulled her dress down, trying to cover the pale, shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Then, as if she was a limousine driver at the airport, she held up a cardboard sign with BRENDA SWAN written in black lipstick.
“Oh my God!” Brenda exclaimed before she turned and ran back down the narrow hallway. “Don’t open the door!” she yelled back at Emily who was still rooted in place. Dirk had sent Grendel and Gretchen to claim his wife.
***Excerpt from “In Desperation” by DK Gaston
Hidden behind the dark tinted windows of his car the bald man watched Pamela Reeb with great interest as she left her apartment building. Her clothing was simple, geared more for comfort than fashion. She was dressed in skintight white denim jeans, a loosely fitted yellow tee-shirt, and white tennis shoes with yellow Nike symbols. Even her hair was practical, dark waves were pulled to the back of her head into a large tight bun. The camcorder zoomed in on her so that he could get a clear shot of her face.
“She’s pretty,” he said aloud, stretching the words out sounding like a hiss. The bald man’s breathing became heavy and his heart raced in his chest. “So very pretty.”
A voice, not his own, boomed in his earpiece. “You need to keep your focus.”
The camcorder slowly pivoted on the woman’s body from head to toe, lingering here and there as beads of sweat ran down the bald man’s forehead. She moved with the fluid grace of a dancer. He could hear his own breath much clearer now. It drowned out the dogged voice in his ear. He wanted to get out and meet this Pamela Reeb personally, not peer at her in secret. He yanked his right hand away from the camcorder and dropped it to the passenger seat where the knife waited. His index finger gently, slowly, caressed the sharp edges of the blade. His fingertips were flawless against the steel, sliding back and forth along its six-inch length. The mere act should have been enough to draw blood, but he was careful with the blade.
“No, it won’t be my blood it spills,” the bald man said in a low self-gratifying groan.
“What’s that?” It was the voice in his ear.
The bald man returned from his reverie and wondered if he had been talking aloud again. “It was nothing.” He wiped the sweat from his brow. “The woman has exited her apartment building. She’s headed for her vehicle.”
The voice said, “Excellent. Once she’s gone you know what to do.”
He smiled. “I do.”
***FOUR authors, FOUR intersecting stories taking place in ONE city to take you on an EXHILERATING ride.***
***NOW AVAILABLE***
http://www.amazon.com/Crossroads-An-Anthology-ebook/dp/B005964QO6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1310269971&sr=8-1
The intro alone had me interested. You had me at dripping with rich, sweet, delectable, anticipation.... Shoot! That's a description! Where are the book availabe at?
ReplyDeleteHi Lena. Glad you enjoyed it. My co-authors and i are releasing this in May so it will be available very soon. As soon as it is, you know I'll let you know. (You'll see me everywhere pushing it constantly) I'm very proud of us as a collective. I can't wait to work with these authors again.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to cop this joint!
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it Miss Mack. I appreciate the love. It should be ready to go in May. I'll let you know.
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