This song reminds me so much of my heroine Tommy. Her story is in progress, but she’s been making all kinds of cameos, including in my upcoming book Paying For It. Some characters are like that – like Sharon Jones’ voice – they grab you by the heart and just won’t let go.
Hey y’all. First round edits are complete. Second round begins today! I’ve been cutting and spicing and cutting. Whoo! It’s a beast, but I love it. Here’s another lil taste of Tunie and Charlie’s angst-y tale of romance. Let me know what you think! – SS
Tunie must have walked for over an hour. She walked until she looked up and realized it had gotten dark while she was lost in her thoughts. She was quite a ways from home, and her feet hurt, so she hailed a cab. But instead of heading for the apartment, she told the driver to take her downtown. She couldn’t take anymore tonight. Charlie would probably be gone by midnight, then she could go to bed in peace.
Charlie. Arrogant, silly, spoiled ass Charlie. He was something else. A walking contradiction and he didn’t even know it. So full of confidence, and knowing, but as sensitive as a turtle without his shell once you peeled back a few layers. Continue reading
I love telling stories, especially stories about love. I think I may love writing slightly more than I love reading, and that’s saying something! But there’s something about pulling the ideas from my head and polishing them up and giving them to you that is so fucking satisfying. I guess in my own little way I’m trying to live forever.
I’m trying to create something lasting, something that will affect someone and perhaps, if I’m really really lucky, something that will live beyond me, maybe even forever. I need to. It won’t let go of me, the desire to write. Y’all know it ain’t easy, and I might like another obsession, but it’s just there, scratching at the back of my eyeballs like the rough end of a feather. Remember when they used to use feather tips as ink pens?
But enough. We have barbecues to attend and wine to drink, flags to wave and anthems to sing off key. I’m blessed to live in this grand country of ours, a country where anything is possible. Like a little black girl from Chicago writing about sex and love and having strangers from all over the world read her work. :)
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart I appreciate you, dear readers.
God bless America. #willwriteforfreedom
Y’all, I’ve been tearing Paying For It up! Editing is a beast, but I’m pushing on. I’m looking forward to a long weekend to spend some quality time with my baby (WIP). Meantime, here’s another unedited snippet for you to taste. This is what happened right after Tunie accepts Charlie’s proposal to be his mistress. Lemme know what you think. – SS
The call came conveniently while Tunie was on her break at work the next day.
“Yes, this is Tunie.”
“My name is Charlotte, I’m Mr. Douglas’ executive assistant. I’m about to text you some information for an appointment he would like you to keep tomorrow afternoon.”
Tunie heard the beep before the woman finished her sentence. “Got it.”
“Please take a moment to review the information and let me know if there are any problems.”
Tunie looked. Serendipitously tomorrow was her off day. She’d agreed to cover for someone for a few hours in the morning, but she could make it in time no problem. “No, ma’am. I can make it.”
There was a pause. “Please call me Charlotte.” Tunie thought her voice sounded a shade warmer. Perhaps she wasn’t used to her boss’ mistresses calling her ma’am? Continue reading
Hey y’all. The weekend is upon us, and I will be editing my fanny off so I can finish “Paying For It.” Meantime, please enjoy this unedited snippet. Here Charlie and Tunie attend their first dinner party as a couple. Things don’t go well…LOL Lemme know what you think! – SS
“Now Tom Monahan is a long-time client. He has these dinners two or three times a year to remind everyone how well to do he is, and to show off any new art he’s procured. I might be impressed by the art, since he does have some beautiful things, but it’s patently obvious he doesn’t appreciate the paintings and is only buying them because they’ll add value to his collection not to his life.”
“Is that it?”
“Pretty much. He’s been divorced for awhile and engaged once since then, but I suspect he’s too annoying for any decent woman. That and he’s getting more obnoxious with age. He also has a tendency to drink too much. By the end of the party he’ll most likely be saying completely inappropriate things, so don’t pay attention to anything that comes out of his mouth after 9:30.”
“Got it. Drunk, braggart, rude, rich, obligatory appearance.”
He winked. “That’s my smart girl.”
She rolled her eyes at him.
Things started out fine… Continue reading
Meanwhile, I thought I’d share the new book cover. My current cover collaborator Travis Rothe is sooo talented it’s sick. He hand painted some elements and designed others. It’s perfect really. Tunie looks vulnerable, Charlie looks strong, we hint at her art – read the book for more on that – but at the end of the day, I got the sense that she was the stronger one of the two. Like she was allowing him to be her strength not because she needed it – although she does need somethings; it’s how the story came about – but because she wanted it that way. You can see it in the lines of her body. The curve of her back, the blissful look on her face.
I hope you like it! I posted it nice and big so you can see all the little details. Lemme know if you want to work with Travis. I’d be happy to introduce you to him, he’s a genius.
I haven’t posted in far too long – bad writer! – but I’m back in the game, y’all. Hopefully you’ve been getting my tweets so you didn’t think I was dead. I will begin the editing process this weekend – fingers crossed – on Charlie and Tunie’s story. But meantime, here’s an unedited snippet to whet your appetite for the final book. In it I tease out a big revelation that will impact interactions between our hero and heroine for the rest of the story. Enjoy, and be sure to let me what you think! – SS
She lay blinking, shocked, half wondering if she was still alive. But he was heavy. She could feel him breathing. She could feel the heat of his skin, its dampness. She could feel his heart thumping against her own. She wanted to touch him. To rub the sweat from her body and his between her fingers, but she couldn’t move. Her bones had turned to water.
Huffing loudly, he rolled to the side and lay there catching his breath. His hand found hers, and when their fingers laced she sighed.
He wondered what she was thinking. She didn’t seem upset, thank God. It would have been a tragedy if she had been – the sex was fantastic. She was so responsive. Like a Viper he’d once driven. He’d barely had to touch the wheel, barely pressed on its pedals before the car did whatever he wanted, fast. She’d gone off like a rocket in his arms, and like the Viper it had been the most delicious rush. And she felt that rush twice, he thought smugly.
She’d seemed surprised, almost shocked by their loving. Despite those old woman eyes of hers, her innocence had been obvious. In fact, he was looking forward with great anticipation to thoroughly corrupting her. He could already feel his body stirring for another round. He wanted to cover her back this time, to push into her warmth while she was on her knees. Then they could shower, and he could teach her to suck his cock, if she didn’t know how. Continue reading