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A Dip Into the Forbidden

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Below is a sample chapter of my Book! I am excited to share my first self-published novel. I have worked tirelessly for many years on this series, until finally I was ready to share it with the world. I hope everyone who orders will enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Sit back and grab a glass of wine and turn on Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. It’s a MOOD! You can now order the here on Amazon.

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Tonight, he wore his hair slicked back just long enough to be tied back at his neck. Braxton looked nothing short of regal. Prince Harry, she thought. He completed his look with a tailored long tail black suit with a matching silver waistband matching the allure of his prince charming vibes. Eva felt herself warm underneath her mask as she was mentally stripping his clothes off of his body. Suddenly he looked up, locked eyes with her, and started in Eva’s direction. She quickly glanced down, ashamed of where her thoughts were going.

Her alter ego Penny awakens as she turns around and sees Braxton writing his name on a tall woman’s dance card. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. Eva was lost in thought, thinking this was the woman who interrupted what could have been the best night of her life. It still can be, Penny rants at her. Eva knew she should not be here at this ball staring intently like a brazen she-devil at Braxton. What was the alternative? He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He was tall, broad shouldered, with unique silver eyes, and dark chestnut hair. 

“Excuse me Miss…” she was struck dumbly. 

“E..va..” She replied, staggering her words a little bit like a drunkard on the street. The light of recognition lit his silver eyes. “Miss Eva, I have never seen you at one of these functions before. Granted, it is always a masked affair, I am happy to make your acquaintance.” 

“Mr. Carter, there are over two hundred people here. I am sure you do not see every one of them.” 

Darn it! She thought. 

Now he knows she was staring at him and knew who he was BY LAST NAME. 

Anymore lame and I’ll be needing a crutch. Eva wanted to melt, his gaze seemed to penetrate into her. Why does she always have to be awkward and rhetorical? A ridiculous combination. He tipped his head back and laughed, showing off a perfect set of pearly white teeth. She was in trouble.

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Either Chain Me up or Let Me Go Either Way I’m Leaving (Short Story Series I)

~Chapter 1~

I woke with the worst hangover ever. I let Silvia talk me into going to a local club. She assumed I never got out of my apartment unless it was to work or workout. There was some truth to that but what could I do? I didn’t have anyone to help me with bills like she did so I had to work more than anything else.

I was just getting out the small cubed shower with broken tiles and a leaky pipe when my phone rang. It was my job. Likely, my team lead wanted me to work a double. Nancy must have called off again .

“Hello.” I said somewhat impatiently.

“Hi Lavinia this is Terry how are you?”

Terry was my boss and she was a bitch by nature.

“I’m great just getting ready to start my day so I can be to work on time, what’s up? You guys need me to work a double again?”

“Actually I was calling to tell you that due to the circumstances we are unable to keep you employed, business has been slow. I hope you understand.”

I felt like my world was going to shatter again in less than six months. I spoke but I couldn’t keep my voice from quivering.

“OK.”

“Listen, Lavinia you are…”

She was still talking, I hung up the phone. I had enough money saved to last me a few months if I budgeted my money right. That wouldn’t be too hard if I refrained from you know, all the basic pleasures in this life. Like meat with no steroids, cage free eggs, buying products that was not tested on animals. Yea basic stuff. I poured a glass of boxed wine from the pantry and yes, I started to drink at seven o’ clock in the morning. I played Mary J. Blige ‘Just Fine.’ By nine o’ clock I was wasted again and gracefully slipped into oblivion.

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Waking up and not completely sober at one in the afternoon, I had Just enough wits to at least function properly. I glanced around my one room apartment and thought I’m doing OK, given the fucked up circumstances that I found myself in the last year or so. At least I had this. This twin size bed that creaks and cranks when I move, against an old fashioned linen colored plastered wall. Across I have a wonderful view of the bricks to the other units. My kitchen separated only by a barring wall was quite nice. I had a pantry that fit just enough noodles to hold me over until payday. A half-fridge dinged on the front doors. It was literally my size. And I get “my size” could be anything. “My size” is what the absent brain calls “Fun Size”. The color at least was attractive enough, green. The kitchen reminds me of Rachel Ray’s set from her show what was it called again?

Yea so here I was twenty now and soon to be twenty-one. A handle on reality would be good right about now. I just get irritated from the heat so august felt it would never come, tired from the heat and just want to advance this year and start all the way over.

“If Aliens exist here me now! I am a willing participant.” No answer there but, someone was buzzing at the door and I already knew it was probably Silvia. I went over to the intercom to buzz her in.

“Hey bestie you had fun last night right! And by the way you look like shit.”

That’s Silvia. No fucks given. And always in a chipper mood. We were complete opposites in all aspects. She white American, long sun tanned hair, exceptionally tall and of course yes she was gorgeous. I on the other hand a black American, ugly black hair that is thick as a noose, big boobs and eyes. Well that’s how the media describes me anyway. It’s pretty long considering most people assume we usually wear weave and our hair doesn’t grow. Well…we think that part about each other. I think with my Carmel skin I could pass for a Latina at least when my hair is pressed out. Why is that important? Well you’d have to be black in America.

Anyway, back to Silvia, her parents were international lawyers so they were handling cases all over and stayed out of town most of the time. We were best friends since we were in elementary.

“Leave it to beaver to point out the obvious. And I do feel like shit.” I couldn’t keep the irritation out my voice and a pillow from launching out my hand to her face.

She rearranged her hair from the hit and rolled her eyes.

“Did you just wake up I thought you had work today but when I went in there Nancy said you were not in, so I came here. I hope you didn’t call off because of me.”

“Actually the bitch Terry fired me so yes I’m out of a J-O-B and S.O.L so life is sucking pretty much right now.”

She came over and gave me a hug and of course I wailed. Because crying wouldn’t do it.

“You know if you need anything I’m here.”

If there is another thing about her I can brag on, she’s always empathetic to all people, and that made me love her even more. I didn’t want to point out that she was getting ready to move to California and switch colleges to UCLA. So I simply nodded.

“I’m glad you came over and I’m never drinking again my head feels like it’s about to explode and I have the shits.”

This is me snapping back, being strong because either you are the lion or the gazelle. The sun or the tree.

“Well get up take a shower and get dressed we are going on a shopping spree my treat and then we are going to go goggle eye the men at the gym what do you say?”

“Oh Silvia you know my weakness for the gym.”

And together we said, “and grey sweatpants!”

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Zahara J

Either Chain Me Up or Let Me Go Either Way I’m Leaving (Short Story Series I)

~Intro~

Where should I start, I have no idea. I guess from the beginning. I never did feel like my adoptive parents were loving at all. So, it shouldn’t have surprised me when they kicked me out of the house. It was not because of the popular belief of foster children causing havoc, doing drugs, or failing grades.

Their reasoning was unbelievable! Here it is, I finished last year at MacArthur High School. I would have graduated with honors and accepted at UCLA. Everything was going to work out great. That was until my foster sister got pregnant. Of course the blame went to me for being a bad influence.

I hadn’t even lost my virginity yet, but what was I to say? She told them it was because of me that she was having sex. How does that work? Clearly I am a brainwashing machine. Pun intended. I still have not come to grips with being, how should I say… to put it lightly, they packed my bags and left them on the porch.

I left and went to my best friend Silvia house. Her parents were never home so it was easy for me to live with her for the remaining of the school year. Although I was unable to go to college, I did get a job at the Macy’s in the mall. Now at twenty, it’s just me in my studio apartment in the ghetto.

This is an introduction to a short contemporary romance story I wrote several years ago. I will be adding the chapters weekly. Please share with friends and family! Readers Unite!!! Visit me on Instagram

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Walkfashion Show *Detroit

What an amazing experience is that first thought I think of when trying to explain how I felt. Walkfashion was founded in 2009 by Daishawn Franklin and Crystal Bailey in their hometown Detroit, Michigan. According to their website, it was founded for the purpose to give a platform for emerging fashion in Detroit. Where now they have sold out shows expanding to the fashion capital New York City. You definitely want to take advantage on more of the accomplishments and stories.

On May 19th, 2018 Walkfashion hosted another successful event. One that I was lucky enough to see. It was a busy day! My sister graduated with her associates degree and that almost threw a wrench in being able to go to the event. Time was crunched this day for sure. I knew that supporting my sister would take the forefront but also out of a promise and networking opportunity from a friend I made the show in just enough time to catch the last walk. What I witnessed was nothing short of astounding.

Seeing the diverse group of women and men was an experience I won’t soon forget. From women of color, Asian, and even sisters with hijabs. Also women of different body physiques was great witnessing. It shows growth in the fashion industry, where being a size 0 is not the only way to be.

I have a new found respect for runway models that’s for sure. Seeing them walk several times in high heels, shoes that could’ve been too small or large and still make it work. Wobbly feet, yet head still held high. My adrenaline was pumping for them.

As this was my first time, I felt like I was Carrie and just missing out on a few girlfriends and some good cosmos. I was privy to seeing fashion from local designers. Designs ranging from laid back beach attire, wedding reception specials, and Negash footwear making footprints across the Detroit area.

Overall it was an exceptional experience and my only regrets are deciding to go last minute and not getting a press pass. Perhaps next time I’ll be backstage interviewing, doing makeup, or maybe hosting! Who knows what the future holds. I do know for certain it’ll be fashionable.

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