The Other Side Of Someday by Carey Heywood

Title: The Other Side Of Someday

Author: Carey Heywood

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 7, 2014

Synopsis

Falling in love? Courtney Grayson has been there, done that.

Men, who needs them? Love wasn’t everything she thought it would be. This time around she’s doing things differently. She hasn’t sworn off men for good, just isn’t interested in settling. Trusting someone with her heart again? Someday, but not today.

Falling in love? Sorry, Clay Bradshaw is not the guy for you.

He’s never been in love and he doesn’t see it happening. Hooking up can be fun, but more often than not, women are a distraction he doesn’t need. He’s a busy man, and doesn’t have time to date, let alone fall in love. Will someone ever change that? There’s always a chance, someday.

Life doesn’t always go as planned, and love may find them both on the other side of someday.

Excerpt

"Courtney, I want you anyway I can get you.”

A spark of desire blooms inside my gut.“I want you too.”

He takes a deep breath. “Tell me what you want Courtney.”

I shift, pressing my legs together. “That day, in your condo.”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t want you to stop.”

I don’t even recognize my own voice.

“I didn’t want to stop.”

I flick off the light. “What would you have done, if you didn’t stop?”

“Where are you?”

“In my room.”

“Are you in bed?”

I wet my lips. “Yes.”

“What are you wearing?”

“A robe.”

He groans. “Are you wearing anything under that robe?”

I gulp. “No.” I hear the rush of air leaving his lungs.

“Will you touch yourself if I tell you?”

I hurry across my room and lock my door. “Do you want me to?”

“God yes.” I giggle, suddenly shy.

“You think I’m funny?”

I cover my face even though he can’t see me.“I’ve never done this before.”

“Does the thought of me touching you turn you on?”

I let out a ragged breath. “Yes.”

“Just imagine your hands are mine. Can you do that?”

“I can.”

“Remember how you were against that window?”

“I do.”

“I wanted you so bad.”

“Tell me.”

“Imagine my hands under your sweater. That innocent looking sweater. Put your hands on your breasts. God they felt so good. Rub your nipples.”

I do as he says. Imagining myself up against that window. His body is pressed up behind me, his hands caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples. I moan.

“You like that don’t you? I slideone hand down your body and stroke your clit.”

I whimper.

“Spread your legs Courtney.” I do as he says, my middle finger teasing my clit. “Are you wet?”

“So wet.”

I gasp. “Fuck. I slide my hand down further and dip it

right into that wetness. Do you like that?”

“Oh, yes.”

“I push it deep before I pull it out and rub your wetness all over your clit.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m so fucking hard.”

“Are you touching yourself?” I ask.

“I am. You like that?”

“uh hun.”

“What do you want me to do with my cock Courtney?”

“I want you to put it in me.”

“Fuck. Alright, I hitch up that sexy ass skirt you’re wearing and slide your panties down. Your ass is so fucking hot. I pull off your sweater too.”

“Do I move my hands off the window?”

“What?”

“To get my sweater off?” I pant.”

“No keep your hands on the window.”

“How do I get it off.”

“I rip it off. It’s just gone.”

“Okay.”

“I pull your hips back tome and press you hard against the window so your breasts and pressing on the glass. My slide my cock between your legs.”

“When did you take off your clothes?”

“They melted off. Fuck. I don’t know.”I bite back a laugh.

“Am I losing you here?” He asks.

“No, no keep going. Your cock is between my legs.”

“Fuck. Say that again.”

His tone makes me shiver. “Your.” I draw out each word. “Cock is between my legs.”

“God that is sexy. Alright.

So I rub it back and forth across your pussy. I’m still rubbing your clit with one hand.”

“I want you in me.”

“I slide my cock into your tight, wet pussy.”

My finger circles my clit furiously as I imagine him filling me.

“You like my cock Courtney?”

“I do.” “Pinch your nipples.”

I do and feel my orgasm build. “I’m so close.”

“I grab your hips and bury my cock inside you.”

I feel it crest. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”

“Let me hear you come baby.”

“Yes. Oh God. Yes.” “Fuck.” I pant, trying to catch my breath.

“That was so fucking hot.” “Did you?”

“All over my fucking hand.”

About The Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author with six books out and many more to come. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Ever the mild-mannered citizen, Carey spends her days working in the world of finance, and at night, she retreats into the lives of her fictional characters. Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, and their nine-pound attack Yorkie.

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BLOG SPOTLIGHT: Forever an Ex by Victoria Christopher Murray

Can you please tell us who is the person behind the pen.

There's no secret person.  I'm a woman who loves The Lord, her family, and friends.  I'm fiercely loyal and I try my best to help people without asking for anything in return.  I pray that I live with the heart of Christ.  I love to read, write, work-out, hang-out. I believe I'm living an incredible life.

What is your greatest achievement?

My greatest achievement is that I'm a published author.  Something I've wanted to do my entire life, and I'm doing it.  That is pretty darn incredible.

What do you wish more people knew about the publishing side of things?

That it's not as simple nor as easy as sitting down and putting words on paper. It takes so much work.  And I wish people understood that the writer has very little to do with the actual book if the writer is published by a traditional writer.  The publisher has final say on title, cover design, and sometimes will ask for the writer to pen the novel in a certain manner.   

What is your greatest fear?

Dying alone.

What author(s) has influenced your writing style? 

I don't know about influencing my writing style, because each author has their own writing style. But, I will say that Eric Jerome Dickey has helped me to improve my craft.  Not only as we talk to each other, but I read his novels like they're the encyclopedia of writing.  When I write with my writing twin, ReShonda Tate Billingsley, her writing challenges me to write better as well.

What type of legacy would you like to leave for your readers? 

The legacy that I would like to leave with my readers is that every novel I ever wrote, I gave it my best at that point of my career. I really would like to be known as a writer who was at the top of her craft game with every single book.  Though I write commercial fiction, in terms of books that I hope will be popular, I really hope that I will be known as a literary-commercial writer, if there is such a thing.

How important was a "platform" in selling your books?

Because I write fiction, a platform is not really necessary to write my novels. Though many of my novels do tackle current issues that are in the news.  

Do you have book signings coming up where readers can meet you? 

My summer tour promoting my new book, Forever An Ex will kick off very soon. In the coming weeks, you'll be able to get that information from my website www.victoriachristophermurray.com

Can you tell us about your upcoming project(s)? 

I have three projects coming up that I'm very, very excited about.  My June release, Forever an Ex really tackles the area of forgiveness and the cost of unforgiveness.  Then, next February I have my last book with ReShonda Tate Billingsley, featuring our characters Jasmine and Rachel.  Our readers have become used to the back and forth, hilarious antics of these two.  This last book will be very different.  Though there is still humor, we deal with deception and lies that have been carried through generations.  And finally my 2015 solo project is a novel titled, Stand Your Ground.  I don't think I have to say anything else about that one, do I?

UPCOMING RELEASE: Legacy by Shakir Rashaan (FOR ADULTS ONLY)

Who says Ramesses gets to have all the fun?
“Strip, Damian. Take off your clothes, all of them.”

He hesitated a moment, already arousing my irritation.

I didn’t have time for him to figure it out, but it was my fault for his hesitation. The last couple of times he’d visited, instead of training him, I ended up fucking his brains out. He’d end up naked by my command, and one look at his body and I got wet quicker than a blink of an eye.

Deep down, I wanted to believe he was submissive, but he was having a hard time accepting it. I think that might have been at the heart of my irritation with him, but it might have been at the heart of my irritation with myself. I hadn’t given him the chance to serve me, instead of taking directives on how to please me. There was a difference between the two, and as much as we Dominas gave our male counterparts grief for thinking with the “other head,” I was proving no more immune to my urges because of a man who towered over me when he was allowed to be on his feet.

Today, I was going to find out whether or not the problem lay with him, or with me.

“Goddess?” Damian’s hesitation to act on my commands bordered on the criminal. Instead of taking the berating approach, I thought back to previous conversations, to see if I could use them to get through to his submissive mind.

During our conversations about his submission, he told me when he questioned his desires to submit to women at times, how every time he went out in public as a submissive male he would be misunderstood by other submissive males who were all too willing to be fuck toys for any Domina willing to have them, and why he wanted to kneel to me so badly. Yes, there was one hell of a mutual attraction, but once the sex was over and the conversations faded, the service aspect had to be there. Ramesses and I demanded it of the girls, there was no way I could get away with having him boiled down to being nothing more than the fuck toys he didn’t want to emulate.

“you said you wanted to kneel at My feet, to serve Me and to serve your Sir, how you didn’t want to be used and fucked like a rag doll by your Domina.” My voice and my face were stern as he kept his eyes downward, absorbing the words being spoken in his direction. “Was that all lip service to seduce Me into keeping you?”

“Goddess, may I speak freely?” Damian asked.

“you may speak freely, Damian.”

I sensed he wanted to obey my command. His body trembled, letting me know of his inclination to obey, but his mind and body were at war with each other, trying to figure out which would have the upper hand.

“Thank You, Goddess,” he replied. With his eyes focused on the space in front of him, he tried to find the words to express his feelings. “As much as i want to serve You, i barely know You. Every time we try to have a conversation before we fall into protocol, we end up fucking like rabbits. i want to be able to serve You, but i need to know how to serve You. Does that make sense?”

His response hit me like I’d been shocked with electricity. For the first time in years, I was at a loss for words. The last time I’d even thought to have a meaningful conversation with a male submissive was when I was helping Sin with tiger years ago. I realized maybe I was the one out of practice, and I needed to step up my game to make sure I was the Domina I knew I was.

He didn’t need to know I was off balance, though.

“you are right, Damian, we have been a little hot and heavy for the past few months,” I
acknowledged. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook, either. “However, the conversations we have had, you hadn’t inquired what it might take to serve Me, either. And don’t think for a minute I held a gun to your head while you pleased Me, Damian…and for the record, you have pleased Me very well.”

A smile crept from his lips with my last statement before dissipating as quickly as it appeared. Good boi, I thought to myself, you’re learning more than you’ve let on.

“In order to learn what pleases Me without involving sexing Me, I propose we start today by figuring out what you’ve learned from our conversations about what pleases Me.” I wanted to find out how much he paid attention while he was busy dishing out information. “What pleases Me, Damian?”

Sitting back in the lounger in his living room, I watched his facial expressions change from confidence to uncertainty and back to confidence again. I watched his body, still clad in the muscle shirt and shorts he’d greeted me in when I first arrived, and my body and mind waged their own war of which would win out based on the visual stimuli my eyes feasted upon.

My mind was intent on winning this battle, but my body put up a damn good fight.

“It pleases You when i’m able to serve You at Your whim, Goddess.” He started to recount some of the conversations we had in the beginning. “It pleases You when i am able to provide a foot massage when You’ve had a long day at work. It pleases You when i have learned other skills to enhance my service to You, such as my ability to know how You like Your coffee, Your herbal tea, and i learned how to make a Tiramisu a couple of days ago, if it would please You to try it?”

If he wanted to endear me to him, he said the magic word! He proved he paid attention by learning the recipe based on a conversation we had a month ago where I happened to mention Tiramisu as one of my guilty pleasures, but I never found anyone who could make it properly without having one of the girls heading over to Maggiano’s to get it.

I tried to keep my enthusiasm under control, but inside I was squealing because he was meeting my expectations in such a short time. Hopefully, in time, he would exceed them.

“Yes, it would please Me very much to try your Tiramisu, Damian,” I replied.

He asked for permission to get the dessert. Upon my nod, he walked into the kitchen to grab the dessert, making sure he didn’t waste the saucer he placed it on.

It took everything within me to keep from raping him on the spot again as he walked toward me with the saucer in his hands, slowly falling to his knees without spilling the saucer, and taking the fork in his hand, cutting a piece of the Tiramisu and offering it to me. “If it pleases You, my Goddess, would You take a bite and tell me if You like it?”

I nodded as he lifted the forkful of the dessert to my lips. I opened my mouth to take in the morsel, and, to put it not-so-delicately, the explosion in my mouth was orgasmic! Every bit of flavor in that small piece was enough to make me want to squeeze my legs together to keep from coming.

The smile on his face only enhanced the experience for me. He not only got the recipe right, but he put something more into the recipe, I just knew it! “Oh my God, boi, you put some serious skills into that!”

“i’m happy You liked it, Goddess,” he replied, blushing at me while he continued to feed the rest of the slice to me. “It took a few tries to get it right, and thankfully it came out right before I spent too much more money trying.”

I was honored by the effort. This was the type of effort in service I wanted him to understand and learn, and it only took us to keep from ravaging each other to find out what he could do.

I had a few more questions he needed to answer before anything more happened today. “Do you understand the rules of the House, pet?”

“Yes, Goddess,” he answered. “i must obey You and my Sir.”

“Yes, pet, you must always obey.” I took the last bite of the dessert he fed me, enjoying the dessert and the delectable piece of property that would soon belong to me. “you must always obey, baby boi, no matter what I or your Sir ask of you.”

“i understand, my Goddess.” He moved to take the saucer into the kitchen, shifting his body to face me to ask permission to leave my presence, when I placed my fingers over his lips.

“There’s one more thing I want you to do, Damian.”

“Yes, Goddess, it’s my pleasure to serve You.”

“Good, because I want you to fuck Me…now.”

LEGACY, Book Two of the Nubian Underworld series, releases June 10, 2014

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SYNOPSIS:  tale unlike anything else, this second episode in the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld series continues the erotically charged journey inside Atlanta’s African-American Fetish/BDSM community.

“In order to be great, you have to leave your mark. Are you ready to leave your mark?”

After returning from Dubai, a power shift occurs within the Atlanta Fetish community as the “torch” is passed on from Amenhotep to Ramesses and Neferterri. The Palace is being transformed in Ramesses’s image, and the new “power couple” is adjusting to life in the spotlight and the benefits (and headaches) that come with it.

But as Ramesses puts the finishing touches on establishing the balance of power, Amenhotep has tasked him with a daunting task—one that will test his will and re-forge a bond that was once broken, cementing his legacy within the sacred “society.”

Exotic, decadent, and written by a true insider, Legacy takes you deeper into the Atlanta Fetish/BDSM community, twisting more surprises and revelations that are sure to take your breath away.

COVER REVEAL: Tapout by JC Valentine

Book Title: Tapout

Author: JC Valentine

Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: July 8, 2014

Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

History brought them together. Circumstances may them apart.


Alyson Blake’s past left her with scars. Scars that she tried to fix the only way she knew how—by helping others. But actions have consequences, and Alyson is about to find out that being naïve is no excuse.


Fighting is Jamison Weston’s passion. Alyson is his obsession. Despite the past and a few lingering concerns, their relationship is as solid as ever. Until a shocking lie is uncovered and all of his plans begin to unravel. Now, Jami is rushing to pick up the pieces, but as relationships are put to the test, will he be strong enough to keep it together, or will it all just fall apart?

Tonight, as Alyson left the locker room with her gym bag hitched over her shoulder, she came to a sudden stop, the breath sucked from her lungs.


“What is all this?” she breathed, noting the soft amber glow of flickering candles creating a path leading to the boxing ring at the far end of the room where Jami stood waiting. He was dressed in crisp black slacks, a black tie, and a white button up, holding a single red rose at his side. His hair was damp from a recent shower, and the smile he wore was heart-stopping.


Following the given path, she stepped carefully over the crimson rose petals, reaching out to take Jami’s hand so he could pull her into the ring.


“This,” he said, exchanging her gym bag for the rose, “is me attempting to romance you.”

Best selling author J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own.


She lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream of becoming an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.

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BLOG TOUR: The Wedding by Sheena Binkley

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The Wedding Blog Tour

Camille Anderson has been dreaming about her wedding with Trevor Williams since she first laid eyes on him in her driveway 18 years ago. Now that her dream is coming true, she doesn’t want anything to interfere with her special day. But when issues surrounding her parents, an office scandal and Trevor’s nosy cousin come into

play, Camille wonders if her dream day will go up in smoke. 

Trevor Williams doesn’t want anything to go wrong with his wedding with Camille. He wants to do everything perfectly; but when he is faced with an important decision, he soon realizes that not everything in life will be the way he wants it. 

With the issues that are surrounding them, they soon have to

re-evaluate the love they have for each other and most importantly, the friendship they deeply cherish. 

EXCERPT….

Chapter 1: Camille

August, 1996

“Camille, you

better get a move on! Tia will be here any minute!”

I rolled my eyes

towards the ceiling at my mom yelling in the hallway. I knew Tia was on her way

over. She called five minutes ago letting me know she was.

“I know, Mom! I’m

trying to find my sandals!” I yelled back.

The two of us,

along with her mom, were heading to the mall to buy new clothes for

school.  Since a new school year was

starting soon, my parents gave me some spending money to shop. Normally, my mom

would take me, but since she had a huge project for her job, she asked Mrs.

Simmons if I could tag along with her and Tia. I think she really wanted her as

reinforcement to see what types of outfits I would pick out so Mrs. Simmons

could report back to her.

After searching

through my room for a good 10 minutes, I was finally able to find my tan sandals.

I slipped them on, looking at myself in the full-length mirror. I couldn’t

believe in a matter of days, I would be heading to eighth grade.  This time next year, I would be in ninth

grade. I couldn’t believe it! I wish this year would just hurry up so I could

start my journey in high school.

I looked at the

green dress I was wearing, wondering why I chose such a hideous color. I hated

anything green, so I didn't know why I bought it. I guess because I loved the

dress so much. I spun around, letting the full skirt twirl and did another

inspection of my appearance. I sighed, grabbed my purse and went

downstairs.  Once I got down there, I

went into the kitchen and took an apple from the fruit bowl. My mom looked at

me as she stuffed a couple of papers into her briefcase.

“Took you long

enough. What were you doing up there?”

“I had to make

myself even more beautiful. You didn’t want me going out of the house dressed

any kind of way, did you?”

My mom smiled and

put her glasses on. “Of course not. If you did, I wouldn’t let you leave. Now,

I trust you to pick out appropriate clothing for school, okay?”

“Of course, Mom.

See you later. I love you,” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before

heading out the door.

I went towards the

driveway, taking in how beautiful the day looked. The only thing that would

make this day better was a breeze or two coming in. Hopefully, Tia and her mom

would arrive soon because heat and I definitely did not mix.

I continued

standing outside when I noticed a tan Suburban pulling into the driveway next

door. I stared intensely at the vehicle, curious to see who my new neighbors

were. The SUV had been coming back and forth to the house since this morning,

along with moving vans and loud noises that woke me up from my peaceful sleep.

Whoever it was probably wouldn’t peak my interest anyway. It was probably some

older couple who I would never see because they never left the house.

I started to

become impatient waiting on Tia. I stood on the heel of my sandals, rocking

myself back and forth. I looked over at the house again, and my entire body

stiffened. My breath was caught in my throat as I stared at the guy stepping

out of the Suburban. He was absolutely gorgeous! I checked out his appearance

from head to toe: ivory-colored skin that looked so smooth, jet-black hair that

was wavy and looked shiny in the sunlight. And the best part – he was wearing

the jersey of my favorite player from the Houston Rockets, Hakeem Olajuwon.

He looked over in

my direction with a bright smile that showed his pearly white teeth.  His smile alone made me melt.

He turned around

and looked at an older man, which, from the similar features, I assumed was his

father. He smiled at him, then walked my way. I suddenly became nervous and

wiped my sweaty palms onto my dress. Hopefully, I didn’t leave any stains.

“Hi,” he said once

he approached me.

“Hi,” I said

shyly, wiping my hands on my dress again.

“I noticed you've

been staring at us from the time we pulled up to now, so I wanted to introduce

myself. I’m Trevor Williams,” he said, offering his hand.

 I

smiled and put my hand in his, giving a firm shake as I stared into his brown

eyes. Even his eyes were dreamy.

“Camille Anderson.

I guess we’re neighbors,” I replied. Then I thought that was the dumbest thing

ever to say. Of course we’re neighbors; I didn’t have to remind him of that.

“Yeah, I guess we

are. So, do you usually stand outside and keep a watch on the neighbors?”

I blushed and

realized I probably had been staring at him for a long period of time. I guess

I couldn’t help it.

“I’m waiting on my

friend and her mom. We’re heading to the mall for school shopping.”

“Cool, there’s a

mall nearby. Well, I will definitely have to ask to tag along one day, if

you’re interested.”

Definitely, I thought. “So where are you moving

from?”

“Across town. My

dad just got a manager’s position with Cadwell Bank, and since it’s in this

area, he wanted to be closer, so here we are.”

“Cool. Well,

welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Thanks. So, what

school do you go to?” Trevor asked.

“McKinney.”

“That’s where I’m

going. I guess it makes sense since it’s in the neighborhood. What grade are

you in?”

“Eighth.”

“Same here. Maybe

we’ll have some classes together,” he replied.

“That

would be great,” I said with a bright smile while looking at his jersey.

“So,

I see you’re a Rockets fan.” 

“Of

course! I am from Houston, so why wouldn’t I be?”

“There

are a lot of people who live in Houston and like sports teams from other

cities.”

“I

guess that’s true. I know this may be a dumb question to ask, but do you like

video games?”

I

rolled my eyes at him and smiled. “Why because I’m a girl?”

“Well,

yeah.”

“Don’t

let the girly exterior fool you. I play them every once in awhile. In fact, I

just finished playing Tekken 2 yesterday.”

“Really?

I’m playing that game now.”

Before

I could say anything else, Tia’s mom pulled up. Tia stuck her head out of the

passenger side window with a surprised look.

“Hey,

Camille. Who’s the cutie?”

I

blushed again, and Trevor gave a huge smile.

“Tia

Marie Simmons! Get your head back into the car!” Mrs. Simmons yelled.

“Well,

I guess that’s my cue to leave. It was nice to meet you, Camille. I’m pretty

sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

“Yeah.

I’m counting on it.”

Trevor

smiled as he looked at me one last time before heading back to his house.