Friday, December 21, 2018


 Today, a little after sunrise, I was up writing and thinking about when I’d see her again. It’s not as if we’re an item, a couple or a thing but truthfully, we’re a lot more than just friends. She’s my favorite savage, cold and dismissive with everybody else but me. I even kept trying to find HER in other women but every single one of them failed because how could anyone else be what she was to me? I never had to question her loyalty or how she felt about me. She was the ONLY one who witnessed ALL of my dark times and never shied away. She knew my whole story because she had been right there, even while dealing with her own storms. She never abandoned me. I looked out for her when I could, and as long as my kids had, I’d willingly give her my last. Even when I didn’t have it, she never panicked because she knew that if she needed it, I’d find a way to get it and she’d do the same for me. She was always there when I needed her. I can’t forget that so no matter who I’m with, no matter what she wants, I’m going all out to get it. She was one of the first people to believe in me and when the time came, she told me to quit my job and do this writing thing full time so when everyone else was surprised, she expected me to make that move. I knew in my heart that she would have been disappointed in me if I hadn’t taken that leap of faith to seize my destiny and make shit happen. My head had been full of doubts but she made me brave because of how she looked at me. Because of that, she can ask me anything and as if she heard my thoughts, my phone started to ring.
“Hello,” she said when I picked up on the second ring.
“What’s wrong?” I asked when I heard how she sounded.
“Nothing,” she answered followed by a series of sniffles that told me she had been crying.
“Seriously, what’s wrong?” I asked again.
“I’m tired,” she sighed and I knew she didn’t mean tired from work.
“Where are you? Do you need me to come through?” I asked, ready to drop what I was doing to fly over to wherever she was to make sure that she was okay.
“No, I’ll be fine. I’m just having a moment,” she told me.
“I keep tellin’ you to stay outta your feelings. Ain’t no money in there,” I joked with her.
Then there was an awkward, heavy moment of silence which was rare between us.
“Why aren’t we together?” she finally asked and the question caught me off guard. She had never asked me that before.
“I don’t know,” I stuttered. “You’re a savage…and I’m a monster. It would never work. We’d destroy each other…eventually,” I told her. I said the words but I wasn’t sure if I even believed that myself. Of course, because of how we were, because of our nature, that was a possibility but what if it wasn’t? What if she was the only one that could really love me and what if I was the only one who could love her the way she needed to be loved? I wondered what it could be if we just…let it happen.
“I’m tired of these fucking liars,” she told me.
“I’ve never lied to you,” I reminded her.
“I know,” she answered.
“Who’s playin’ with your heart? Who needs to get shot?” I asked and that made her laugh.
“It’s not that serious,” she giggled.
“Don’t laugh. You know I’m your favorite goon,” I added and even though I wasn’t there, I knew that she was wiping away her tears.
“I’m just tired of getting let down and being disappointed. I’m sick of these fuckin’ lames,” she complained.
“You just need some love,” I told her.
“Come give me some,” she told me.
“Tell me where you are and I’m on my way,” I answered.

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Monday, December 17, 2018

Twenty Eighteen

Twenty Eighteen

To say that 2018 started off rocky and rough for me would be an understatement. I was disappointed that I couldn’t travel and missed out on a festival in Florida where I was supposed to be a featured author. Book sales slowed down and things got shaky for a while, especially during the winter months. For the first time in a LONG time, I started to wonder if I should take a break from this full-time author thing and just go get a regular gig again. Then, I started to read all of the messages and emails I’ve received over the years from aspiring writers, poets and even other published authors who still have regular jobs but would love to write full-time. That’s when I realized that what I’m doing is bigger than me. I’m also one of the most stubborn and determined men alive so, I stopped moping and decided that I just needed to get back to being the savage that I KNOW I can be. Yes, the online sales had slowed down but NOTHING on this earth would be able to stop me from going out in the real world and making things happen so, that is exactly what I did!
I’ve heard people say, “Oh, you’re so lucky. You live in New York so you can do what you do. I wish I lived there,” and I always laugh because it’s somewhat of an insult when folks imply that what I do HERE is easy. This city is notoriously mean, ruthless, unforgiving and fast-paced. Most people give ZERO fucks about what you’re trying to do because they’re busy trying to survive this jungle themselves. 90% of the people you try to engage coldly ignore you. So, explain to me again how it’s easy? All the same, despite the difficulties and the anxiety I feel every time I step outside to promote my work, I do the damn thing anyway. I sell books every day to folks who didn’t step out of their homes with any intentions of buying a book. Some haven’t read anything since High School but I’m turned many of them into avid readers. It takes maximum effort in a harsh environment but, I am proof that it can be done…almost ANYWHERE if it can be done HERE! This is why I encourage other authors to stop making excuses for NOT going out and promoting themselves outside of Facebook and social media.
This is not easy. Believe me. I’ve suffered. I’ve done without. Birthdays and Christmases have gone by where I wasn’t able to make my children’s days as awesome as I would have liked. I am blessed to have two of the most amazing kids in the world. When I didn’t have, they never complained or even made me feel any way because they saw me killing myself every…single…day, just to make things happen. Sometimes, I stay out way into the wee hours of the morning because I made my mind up when I left the house that I would sell EVERY SINGLE copy and I meant it. They worry about me when I do. They’ll call me every five minutes to tell me to come home and to make sure I’m good. I couldn’t ask for better children.
2019 is just a few weeks away but I don’t have any New Year’s Resolutions really. I plan to keep doing what I’ve been doing, protecting my peace and working towards the long-term goals I’ve set for myself. What I DO plan to do is travel more, participate in more book events and take the time to celebrate the small victories with the same energy I celebrate the big ones. I’ve realized that at times, it doesn’t feel like I’m making progress fast enough because my eyes are SO FOCUSED on the finish line that I don’t look around to see how far I’ve come. I got emotional a few days ago when I thought about where I was when this year started and really took a good look at where I am NOW. Believe me, my life isn’t easy. It really never has been but I don’t mind. I’m proud of myself because I’ve proven, over and over again, that I’m TOUGHER and smarter than anything in my way. I never complain about my circumstances or what I’m going through. I just LEVEL the F%#$ UP!

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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Writer Wednesday Featuring Rekaya Gibson

Good day folks. I know it's been a while since I've posted. I've just been so busy finishing up a new novel for you that I haven't had much time for anything else but I'll be back on track and posting more regularly soon. (I know, it seems like I'm ALWAYS saying that, right?) I'm going to do better. I promise.

Today, I'd like to introduce you one of my good author friends. I hope that after you read the interview, you'll go out and show her some love. 

An Interview with Rekaya Gibson

1. How many hours a day do you write?

I write about six to eight hours a day, Monday thru Friday.  

2. What is the most difficult part of your artistic process?
I have difficulty creating sentences with imagery. I prefer the straightforward approach. However, this doesn’t always translate into great writing.

3. How long on average does it take you to write a book?
It takes me about one year to write a book. I try not to force creativity. During this timeframe, I also write articles for magazines and blogs as well as contribute content to other books.

4. How long were you a part-time writer before you became a full-time one?
It took me 11 years. I started writing part-time in 2005. I became a full-time writer in October 2016.

5. As a full-time author, what is the most difficult challenge that you face daily?
I struggle daily to minimize my life minutes on social media and researching random topics online. Of course, a large portion is spent on marketing/promoting my work; building relationships with readers; and looking for other writing opportunities. Still, I can use less time doing these things.

6. What was an early experience where you learned that language had power?
I learned the power of language as a young reader. It allowed my imagination to run wild. It gave me the means to travel without leaving home. It entertained me when I was bored. It comforted me when I was sad. It made me celebrate strangers that I had never met. I knew I wanted to do that for others.

7. How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?
Really!?! At least 10. That might be a conservative number.

8. Do you believe in writer’s block?
Yes, it’s real. When this happens, I do something different. For example, I’ll take a walk, browse social media or get a snack. I might even start a new book or revisit an old short story. 

9. If you didn’t write, what would you do for work?
Good question. I would pursue work as a researcher.

10. What does literary success look like to you?
It looks like my characters are household names and my books are required reading for schoolchildren across the country.

11. What is something that you want readers to know about you?
Recently, I became a registered private investigator. I will apply this knowledge to writing a mystery novel. I look forward to sharing this work with readers.

12. What advice would you give an aspiring, part-time author who would love to start writing full-time?
1.      Write articles and short stories for magazines, blogs, books and news outlets to supplement your income.
2.      Hone your skills by taking writing classes and attending writing conferences.
3.      Reduce as much debt as possible before starting a full-time writing career. 
4.      Practice self-discipline.
5.      Write daily. Be patient. Have fun!

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Rekaya Gibson, MPA
Author | Writer | Consultant
Product Curator, Cuisine Noir Magazine
Owner, The Food Temptress Brand

Saturday, October 6, 2018



In the middle of a rainy, gloomy day in Brooklyn…as I sit here sipping rum and waiting for a new shipment of books to get delivered, my mind wandered somewhere I wish it hadn’t. Not everyone you meet is going to have the same impact on you. Some people you meet and wish you hadn’t. Others are easy to forget and yet, there are a few who are dangerous for you because they can become addictions. Ain’t no liquor anywhere in the world that tastes better than her lips…ALL of them. None of the pillows in this bed are softer than her cheeks. I miss pressing my lips to them and on lonely nights I used to be overwhelmed with thoughts of when I might kiss them again. It’s easy to forget lovers and pretend that they never existed but hard to forget her because she was also a friend…someone to share dreams with but she was also there to chase away the fears brought on by nightmares. If I woke up in a cold sweat she’d touch my chest, calm my heart and help me to forget.
As I write this, I realize that she’s in my mind like a splinter as I think back on cold winters that she made feel like scorching hot summers. The addiction comes from knowing what it feels like to be loved…because once you know what it is…you WON’T accept less. To make me forget her…whoever comes next is gonna have to love me better...ALL the way….because I am only going to reject and abandon any half-measures.
Sometimes I think back and crave the days when she would feed my addiction…the way she looked in a dress that hugged all of her curves and the way she bit her bottom lip when I gripped her hips. You have to understand that it’s hard to forget the way she would moan my name and the way she let me have it, every way, especially on rainy days. Not every woman is the same. Some are dangerous like drugs because their substance is just different. This is why I ain’t into everybody because everybody AIN’T that. I need the kind of woman whose presence gets me higher than the best smoke. I want to inhale and feel her in my chest. I’m not even interested if she ain’t that. When we’re together we should both feel completely intoxicated…so far gone…love that lasts long...both strong…spending rainy days in bed.

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Tuesday, September 18, 2018

"Kiss Me Before You Say Goodnight" Chapter 15

On a rainy day here in Brooklyn, I figured I'd share a sexy sample chapter from my latest. Enjoy...

Summer Rain

nce again, I sat waiting in the same park across the street from Andressa’s apartment building but this time, it was dark and completely deserted. There were no joggers, no nannies pushing strollers, no kids hanging out and there wasn’t much light. The park was officially closed to the public after sunset as per the sign posted on the gate at the entrance. The moonlight and the soft glow cast by the street lamps outside the borders of the park were the only reason it wasn’t pitch black all around me as I sat in the shadows of the tall trees that towered over me. The air was humid and damp, as if the sky was ready to burst with a heavy downpour of rain. It had started to drizzle off and on but the showers were light, nothing that required shelter or even an umbrella.
My watch read eleven fifty-nine when I saw the shapely silhouette of a woman in a very short dress walking towards me. The glittery, shimmery black fabric was dazzling as the moonlight’s glow danced and reflected off of it. My heart quickened as she drew closer with a graceful, sultry stride in her black, designer high-heel shoes. Only when she got really close to me did I see that the soles were blood red, the same shade as the fancy clutch she carried tucked under her arm. The spaghetti straps on the low cut dress showed off her delicate, smooth, toned shoulders and her cleavage was so deep that it nearly exposed her bra-less breasts. I don’t even know what kind of magic, witchcraft or fashion-technology she used to keep her nipples from slipping out. Suddenly, I felt underdressed in my sneakers, white T-shirt and grey sweatpants.
“Goodnight handsome,” Andressa greeted me with one hand on her hip as she stood in front of me. She was sexy, stunning and red carpet-ready.
“Going out partying tonight?” I asked as I was hypnotized by the way her dress hugged her body in ways that made it easy to imagine what she looked like naked.
“Yes, something like that,” she answered and as she bent over to kiss me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her big, soft, voluptuous breasts. I lowered my eyes slowly to look at her legs.
“You’re on time tonight,” I said as I checked my watch to stop myself from staring at her thighs because if I didn’t, I’d be consumed by thoughts of burying my face between them. I already couldn’t stop myself from thinking about what she tasted like. Her sweetness was bliss and impossible to resist. I wondered if she noticed the growing bulge in the front of my sweats.
“You sound surprised,” she said.
“I thought you might keep me waiting, or maybe not even come at all,” I answered.
“Well, here I am,” Andressa sighed a weary sigh and then smiled at me.
“So, what we spoke about earlier…have you decided?” I asked.
Andressa didn’t answer me. Instead, she put her clutch down beside me on the bench. Then, she leaned down to me, gently held my face in her hands and planted a soft, tender kiss on my lips. I was confused, not sure if it was a goodbye kiss or, maybe something else. As she backed away and stared into my eyes, she looked frightened so I grabbed her by the arm, pulled her face close to mine and kissed her, passionately.
Andressa slipped her hand under my T-shirt. Her touch was soft and gentle as she raked her manicured nails down my chest and then my stomach. My skin tingled as sexual energy passed between us, like electricity through a battery. I felt her hand slip past the waistband of my sweatpants and then down my boxer briefs. When she grabbed me by my thick shaft, she didn’t need to stroke it. I was already ready but she still squat down in front of me to pull it out and kiss it.
I looked around to make sure that we were still alone as she started to lick it slowly. She made sure that from the very tip down the entire length of it was soaking wet before she hopped in my lap and straddled me. While I grabbed two handfuls of her big, juicy, soft ass, she reached down, slipped her thin panties to the side and guided me inside her, slowly. She gasped once the head was in and then took her time to take the rest.
“Fuck,” I said when I felt how warm and wet she was.
“You’re in trouble now,” she whispered in my ear before she started kissing my neck.
I pulled her short, tight dress all the way up to her waist. At that point, I didn’t care if someone accidentally came across us and saw what we were doing. Any random passerby would just have to be shocked and appalled, or simply keep quiet and enjoy the view as Andressa rode me cowgirl-style with her expensive heels on.
I was ready to explode from the first stroke after she took me inside her but I was able to control myself to last longer than even she expected. I suppose it must have been mind over overwhelming lust because I was feeling greedy that evening. If she was trying to tell me goodbye for good in her own way, I wanted to take as much of her as she would let me have before we parted ways forever.
One of her breasts had slipped completely out of her dress, exposing her round, brown areola and stiff nipple. I pulled her close to me so that I could suck on it. She grabbed my head and freed her other breast so I could give it the same intense, affectionate attention. The sky above us suddenly lit up in a bright, electric-blue flash and a few seconds later, there was a loud crack of thunder that was so strong that it set off all of the car alarms of the vehicles that were parked on the street outside the park. What followed was a sudden, heavy downpour that had us soaked in seconds but we didn’t stop. We didn’t care. We didn’t slow down. It was like making love in the shower with our clothes on as relentless torrents of rain washed down on us.
The sudden thunderstorm only lasted a few minutes and was finished before we were. Completely drenched and out of breath, Andressa bit my shoulder and started to ride with less intensity. She began to grind slowly on my penis as it pulsed and throbbed inside her.
“I’m cumming,” she moaned.
I gripped her waist firmly with both hands and thrust upwards to give her hard, deep strokes as she came all over me. She collapsed onto me and put her head on my chest. She was satisfied but I wasn’t, not yet.
Andressa climbed off of me and started to fix her dress but I wasn’t done with her. I wanted much more. She looked shocked when I grabbed her and bent her over. She gripped the park bench firmly and looked back at me with a look of disbelief and nervous anticipation. I spanked her butt, got down and then buried my face between her cheeks. She smelled like coconut oil and sweet perfume. I pulled her panties to the side and she squealed with pleasure when she felt my tongue as I tasted her cum. She even wiggled her butt to playfully tease me. I ate her from behind until she came again but I was still feeling greedy and I still wasn’t done with her.
When I stood up, I dragged her panties down around her ankles and then grabbed a handful of her hair. I and slapped both of her butt cheeks before I shoved every inch of my penis that would fit, deep inside her.
“Oh my god!” she screamed so loud that her voice echoed through the entire empty park. “Yes!” she moaned and I could tell that she loved the way I was being rough. She hadn’t expected that.
She sounded like she was being murdered when I started to pound her from behind. We were like two wild animals, feral and unconcerned about getting caught in public having sex out in the open for anyone to see. It was the first time in my life I had done anything so reckless and it felt amazing. The way my blood pumped adrenaline through my body made me high. The way Andressa’s ass clapped and bounced as she threw it back on me made me a savage. It was the best sex I had ever had and when I eventually climaxed, I came harder than the rain showers had. I purposely made a sticky, creamy mess of both her cheeks and accidentally got some on the back of her shimmery cocktail dress.
Andressa took a few seconds to catch her breath before she straightened up and turned around to look at me. For a moment, we stared at each other like strangers, as if we had never been intimate before. With her panties still down around her ankles, she took a step forward, towards me awkwardly and stumbled but I caught her in my arms. She looked up at me and then kissed me passionately until we were both out of breath. We kissed like lovers who might never see each other again and I fell even deeper under her spell. Her plump lips and her nimble tongue were just as sexy as the rest of her. I became drunk off of her vibe and she made me feel alive.
“Can I come back to your place?” she asked as she pulled her panties up after we parted lips. “I’m supposed to be somewhere and I can’t go there like this. Thanks to you, I’m a mess,” she said with a mischievous smirk.
“Of course,” I answered without hesitation. I was thirsty for every extra moment I could spend with her.
We hurried out of the park together and were fortunate enough to flag down a cab quickly. I figured that Andressa might have wanted to come over to my place because there was a good chance that Courtney was back in town, maybe even upstairs at her apartment. She must have been worried about us getting caught together again. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about how she still hadn’t given me an answer about what I had hinted at earlier in the day when we first met in the park. That troubled me but I didn’t bring it up during the cab ride over to my apartment. In fact, we didn’t speak much at all on the way. We cuddled cozily in silence in the back of the taxi and enjoyed each other’s company. Something had changed and we felt more connected.

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Monday, September 3, 2018

Should Have, Could Have, Would Have

Should Have…been me and you against everybody else and everything that tried to stop us from being happy. It should have been me trusting you and you trusting me but with all the complications it seems like it was impossible for us to just be. Should have seen a little bit deeper because just the small taste of what we should have been is still sweet.

Could Have…been the type of thing that made other people jealous. Could have been the type of vibe that made other people smile because it could have given them hope that the real thing still exists and is still possible to have. It could have been the type of thing that kept us both satisfied without the lies and fake smiles because it could have been real. It could have worked if we had just let it happen without worrying about how it would have felt if it didn’t work out because…it could have been exactly what we’ve both been starving for.

Would Have…been something that lasted forever because I didn’t want anybody else but YOU, and everything I ever told you was all true. We would have built something good, something solid and I would have loved you until our last days. I would have hoped that when we got old, I would have died before you because there was no way I would have been able to live without you.
Should have, could have, would have been the type of love that they write books about.
(I wonder if it’s too late to try again?)    

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

YOU - Volume 2

YOU Vol 2

Is something that I’ve always struggled with…
And it hasn’t always been my friend.
It never seems to be in synch with where I am…
Or the things I want to do…
Especially with YOU…
But, as you once told me…
What’s supposed to be…
Will be.
And speaking of time…
At 1am last night…
When I felt like I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep…
I wrote this right before my eyes closed.

I suppose that most people find me complicated and confusing but, I’m a writer so that’s how I’m supposed to be. I think it might be coded into my genetics and that’s why I’m so unapologetic about the way I am. I can only be me and I’m not interested in faking being someone else…not even for likes, love or adoration.
A few days ago, I was ready to say everything that’s been on my mind. I thought about writing it all down too but if I did, the list would stretch from here to the moon. All of those things I would have scribbled on paper were all things I should have told YOU, every single thing I wanted to show YOU. Every word I wanted to spill is all true but, as usual, the universe is playing games so I’m not sure if I’m too late or too soon.
I apologize if I’m too late. I had a lot going on while I was gone. I loved YOU then but guilt wouldn’t let me stay and that may sound insane but, let me explain. I looked at the road ahead of me and knew that nothing about it was going to be easy. (It’s better now but it’s still rough at times.) Even though I loved YOU then, as I love YOU now, I didn’t think it was fair to drag YOU through all of that. It didn’t even feel right to ask YOU to wait until everything was straight and maybe that was one of my MANY mistakes. I know that I should have given YOU the choice to stay or walk away. It wasn’t an easy choice for me to make but I don’t regret making it. Even though I’ve suffered on the road I’m on, I would never want YOU to. Loving someone is also knowing when to let go. I was never sure what WE were…not really…but I always looked forward to seeing YOU. But, there was always the voice in my head, telling me to be careful…so I hesitate and that’s what makes me feel like I might be too late. I’m sorry if I am.
There are a million things I’ve always wanted to say and YOU’ve already warned me about waiting around for “One Day” to say them.
I’m getting sleepy but before I go, even if I might be too late, I need to tell YOU this. Thank YOU. There are so many things I had stopped believing in until I met YOU. Some of it really did feel like a film, playing out on a screen in a way that some people only dream of. My problem was that I was always too concerned with how the movie might end, instead of just living in the moments we had. YOU once told me that, what is meant to be, will be…so, I guess we’ll see. And if this movie doesn’t end with YOU here with me, just remember that I loved YOU anyway. It might not seem like a big deal to someone on the outside…even if I told them the whole story but, YOU were always a big deal to me.    

Copyright © 2018 Keith Kareem Williams
All rights reserved.

Friday, August 24, 2018

Daytona Here I Come!

Recently, I received the amazing news that I will be one of the featured authors at the F.R.E.S.H. BOOK FESTIVAL 2019 in Daytona Beach, Florida! I'll be there on Thursday, January 11, 2019 for The NewsJournal Center's Community Film Festival at the DSC's News-Journal Center but, here are the dates and times for the Book Festival:

Friday, January 11, 2019
The Midtown Cultural and Educational Center.
            925 George W. Ingram Boulevard
Daytona Beach, FL 32114
Author Meet and Greet
7:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m.

Saturday, January 12, 2019
The Midtown Cultural and Educational Center.
            925 George W. Ingram Boulevard
Daytona Beach, FL 32114
F.R.E.S.H. Book Festival 2019
7:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m.
I just really want to thank Donna M. Gray-Banks, the director of the F.R.E.S.H. BOOK FESTIVAL, for inviting me to be a featured author.

I also plan to have a brand NEW novel titled, "Time Doesn't Stop For Broken Clocks" completed in time for the festival. I'm really excited about this book. It has always been in my thoughts for years and feels like I've been writing it for a very long time.

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

YOU - Volume 1

I finally realized…
That I’ve been writing…
For YOU…
And about YOU…
For a very long time.

I usually don’t have much patience but here I am, waiting for YOU to stop being afraid that I might not be everything YOU see in me. I told YOU once that if you could read my mind, YOU would be either hopelessly confused or, in love with me from now until YOUR last days. Sometimes it feels like this is OUR last chance so I hope the last part is true because I’ve never wanted to confuse YOU.
Even though YOU won’t tell me, I feel as if YOU really do understand parts of me that no one else does. YOU are the only one who is willing to tell me when I’m going against the core of who I really am. YOU’VE never apologized for telling me the truth as you see it and YOU never will. YOU don’t make me feel guilty for being me, or thinking the way I do. That’s why I can be completely open and honest with YOU.
I’ve spent too much time thinking about what could have been. Maybe if I had said everything I should have said while in YOUR presence…things might have been different. I feel like the clock keeps ticking ruthlessly and I feel like time is against me but before it runs out, I want to make sure I show YOU how I feel. YOU once said that what’s supposed to be will be and I trust the truth in that. The universe will sort out the rest. There were times when I believed that YOU might be the one to finally show me how it’s supposed to feel when it’s real.

And even if WE never become what we could be…
I hope YOU still smile whenever YOU think of me…
Because I know I’ll smile every time I think about YOU…
From now until I’m gone…
But I want YOU to know…
That if I had it MY way…
YOU’D be sitting in my lap with YOUR arms around me while I write these chapters…
And as soon as I’m done…
YOU’D give me more to write after everything we’d say and do for the rest of the night.

In the meantime…
I’ll just keep writing these love letters masquerading as books.

P.S., YOU’RE still my muse.

Friday, August 17, 2018

The Romance Novel I've Been Promising to Write

Happy Friday guys. I've been talking and talking about the romance novel I plan to release in January 2019 for my birthday. Last night, I had a really good writing session and I put in some serious work on it so I'm feeling really good about the novel. I love you guys so I thought I'd share just a lil bit. Enjoy & let me know what you think about the sample and the cover. I've had the title in my head for YEARS! 

Copyright © 2019 Keith Kareem Williams
All rights reserved.


Thursday, August 9, 2018

Throwback Thursday - Chapter 42 from "Love in the City"

I hope that everyone is having a great week so far. Here's a chapter from "Love in the City." (Don't get in trouble for reading this at work. Lol)

Chapter 42
Constellations & Shooting Stars

arm water and soap bubbles were soothing after a very long day. Rhiannon’s skin tingled as she soaked in the bathtub. Behind her, Kieran sat in the tub with his hardness pressed up against her but he wasn’t pressing her for sex. Not yet. That would come later. He was just always turned on and excited whenever he was that intimately close to her. She had noticed that and loved it. What they had started to feel for each other was much more than just lust but she was happy that raw lust was still a big part of their equation. Their chemistry grew stronger every moment they spent together and they missed each other whenever they were apart. As Kieran washed her back and ran his fingers across her soft, wet skin, she sensed his energy and it felt like love.
Kieran had not allowed himself to get attached to anyone for so long that it felt strange to be so connected and addicted to the woman who had become his best friend and lover. He hadn’t meant for that to happen and he worried about how quickly it had because he was so accustomed to disaster. He had a set of rules and regulations that kept his guarded heart safe but Rhiannon had bypassed or disabled all of them. She was a wild thing that didn’t follow any rules and wasn’t afraid to climb over any walls he’d worked so hard to build. That made it impossible for him not to love her. Before she came into his life, even in an overcrowded city, he had managed to keep himself so isolated that it often seemed as if he was adrift and alone in the vastness of space. As more time passed by, he became even more disconnected from everyone and everything. He only really interacted with his co-workers and never went out to have fun. All he ever did was work. His free time was like torture. Slowly, he had suffocated and drowned in depression until Rhiannon gave him mouth-to-mouth and made him breathe again.
“What are you thinking?” Rhiannon asked. He had been quiet for a while.
“Nothing much,” Kieran answered. “I’m just enjoying this bath with you.”
“I find that hard to believe. Whenever you’re really quiet, that usually means that you have a lot on your mind…so what’s on your mind?” she asked again.
“Lately, I’ve been thinking,” he answered and then paused.
“About?” she asked.
“About this,” he answered.
“And by this, you mean us?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
Rhiannon put both hands on the side of the bathtub, raised herself up out of the water and then sat back down in it so that they could sit facing each other. She wanted to see his face and read his eyes when she asked her next question.
“And how do you really feel about us?” she asked.
“I worry sometimes,” he answered honestly.
“Why?” she asked, somewhat saddened by his response.
“It’s not you…nothing you did. I promise,” Kieran tried to reassure her when he saw the sad expression on her face.
“So what is it then?” she asked. She had heard those same exact words many times before and she knew how things always went left after they were said.
“I’m pretty sure I’m cursed. Nothing ever works out the way they’re supposed to for me. This…us…feels too good…too right, and I know that eventually, I’ll do something to fuck it all up,” he answered.
“You mean like worrying about things eventually going bad when there’s nothing to worry about because everything is going great?” she asked sarcastically.
“A part of me knows you’re right, but those are the thoughts that keep me up at night,” he explained.
Rhiannon moved forward, slowly and gracefully so that she could position herself to sit like a cowgirl in his lap. She reached down, underneath the bubbles and the warm water to feel if he was still hard. She smiled when she discovered that he was, then sat down slowly while she held his shaft and guided him inside her.
The sound of her first moan knocked all of the worries out of Kieran’s head. He was ready to let go of all of his fears and to become as carefree as she was. As she began to ride him, he studied all of her freckles like constellations in a clear night sky because no matter how deeply he looked into her eyes, he couldn’t read her mind. She was too spontaneous and unpredictable for him to ever guess what she was thinking. He was always caught off-guard by almost everything she said or did. That was how she had gotten past all of his defenses and now that she had, he realized that he was at her mercy. For better or worse, towards happiness or tragedy, he chose her.
As they made love, he watched how her breasts bounced and reached out to hold them. She put her hands over his hands as he squeezed them. With every stroke, he was pulled deeper and deeper, not just into her body, but deeper into her being. It wasn’t just sex. It was something spiritual between them as they engaged in their carnal ritual. The waves in the water Rhiannon created as she moved turned the bathtub into the ocean and Kieran was at the mercy of those currents, willing to go wherever they took him. She leaned forward and kissed his neck, with passion and purpose. He loved the feel of her plump, soft lips and her tongue as she teased him.
Rhiannon knew that in many ways, Kieran was just like her, even if he couldn’t see it himself. Neither one of them had much experience being in love, if any at all. Everything they were feeling was foreign and new to them both. The only difference was that Kieran wasn’t as fearless, or nearly as reckless as she was. He was more guarded and the thing he didn’t want to say out loud was that he was afraid. Rhiannon was too, but she wasn’t going to let the thought of all the things that could go wrong rule or consume her. She wasn’t going to allow that to happen to him either. She cared about him too much.
“This is how it’s supposed to feel,” she whispered to him.
Those few words from her lips was all he needed to hear to finally let go of all of his fears. He put his arms around her and squeezed her tightly while her walls did the same to him beneath the water. She felt like the kind of woman he had waited for forever but never dared to dream that he could have. At times, he was overwhelmed by how good she made him feel and on most days, he felt as if he didn’t deserve her. Never in his life, not in a million years, not even if he had wished on a million falling stars would he have thought that a woman like Rhiannon could love him.

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