Circle of Games ” The Lovely B” Sample Page

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Still full of surprises, I said to myself.

I walked Kay Kay to the door.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Likewise.”

I closed the door and sat on the bed going through the package. Inside was a birth certificate, social security card, and passport. Nomi Malone, I laughed out loud. How in the hell did he remember that. Nomi Malone was the name of the main character in the movie Show Girls, the movie that inspired me to dance. I told Harris how I used to sneak and watch it late at night because I was too young to be watching such things on cable. My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. It was Peaches.

“Sorry I’m late, my damn neighbor wanted me to take her to the store. I got the key; so what’s up?”

“I need you to go in the flour canister and get out the two grand. That should be enough to move me.”

“What? Move why?”

“For the last few nights, someone in a black Camaro has been watching me. When you go in, pretend like I’m there, but I’m sick. I have made reservations with a storage unit in South County. Get the moving company to move all my belongings there. I need you to get the girls together to pack up my clothes and personal items. Everything else is storage. Make sure there is no one watching you or following you when you leave. I need all this done tomorrow before night fall.”

“All this damn work! What about your gun?”

“It’s in the trunk of the car at Enterprise. I had to get a rental, no one can be aware of the changes that I’m making. I don’t know if the Camaro belongs to Justin and his goons or my cousins spying. I’m not taking any chances. My flight will arrive back in St. Louis at 6 p.m. Meet me at the Eclipse Restaurant at the Moon Rise Hotel; that’s where I will be staying. Tell Mikki to come too.”

“All right, be safe, and I got you.”

After hanging up there was a text from Cameron. 

 

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From The Diary of Brooke Belmont

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Our First Date

June 29, 2010

 

I met you only a few days ago. You made me feel like I was sixteen again. Maybe it was the age difference. We laughed and you touch my face all on the first date. We ate popcorn and we laughed, you loved inside jokes. We held hands and shared kisses. If I would have never said hello, look at what we would be missing. Is this love or just a crush? Am I in love with you I think not? Thinking about love at first sight gets my heart in knots. Maybe it’s the chemistry I feel as we ride into the night, down the rain sleek road.

Noticing a vacancy sign of a motel, we begin a game of kiss and tell. Naked spilling all our secrets, we lay together under the thin white sheets. What just happen made my heart skip a few beats. We rose to our feet, riding back into the late night hour. You dropped me off, and I found myself alone in the shower. You didn’t even kiss him again, you’re such a coward. I call him 30 minutes after the hour. I had fun tonight, please come over and let’s make love for these next few hours. He arrived on my doorstep within the hour. 

Criticism Is One’s Opinion

As a new author you probably find yourself checking your reviews to your new novel or new blog post. Hoping and praying that everyone likes your book or post. Hmm….that’s impossible because everyone is entitled to their own opinion. It’s only negative if you don’t find the value in the opinion. I got my first two star rating and the reader loved my character, but felt that I did not tell enough of the story, and things were too unrealistic. The only thing that puzzled me was unrealistic. I thought that’s what fiction is all about,and that’s why you have different genres. Genres such as mystery,paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi just to name a few the list can go on and on. That’s how you know the difference between a reader and a writer. For a non-writer I would not expect them to understand what we feel. I can tell you this. As a writer it takes a lot of courage to present your idea to the world. Yes, it was fine reading it yourself, family, and friends. Now, it’s up for grabs by potential agents, and complete strangers. We write and publish hoping that we are the next Stephen King, Oscar Wilde, Shakespeare, and E.L James. As writers we live and are determined to reach these new heights. At least one of these authors gave you the drive and the motivation to tell your stories. Personally I love to read and I have just gotten my hands on my first sci-fi book The Bastion By: Joshua Harkin and I must say I feel like I’m actually there! I love to write and I love to read. I just love it! Happy Writing Everyone! 🙂 

From An Old Notebook!

If you are a writer I’m sure you have found a few half written, and finished stories in old notebooks or computer files. Here is one I would like to share. Do you have one? 

The Upper West Side

Chapter 1

It was an interesting day in the Upper Westside of the downtown New York City especially in the Spring. It’s every teen dream of spring in the Upper Westside every woman’s nightmare.  Among the chaos Serena was lying in bed admiring her love William. She and William met at a convention in Buffalo three years ago. Serena couldn’t resist the six foot tall slender, bright skinned gentleman dressed in a black silk shirt and tie.  Not only was he a good dresser he had a smile to die for, his hair was low complementing his brown almond shaped eyes.

“Oh well another day another dollar Serena said to herself.”

She passed the mirror admiring herself. She spent six months working on her body and finally achieved her desired results. Serena stood five nine, thick thighs, long legs, and her most valuable asset her eyes. Her eyes were the key to her soul, they told everything about her.  Her long black hair layered well against her ebony bronzed skin.

“Did you sleep well? asked Serena?”

“Despite the fact we argued all night, no. replied William”

“I’m sorry it’s just that you don’t make yourself clear? Said Serena”

“Like you do? William replied”

Serena stopped and gazed at William saying in her mind “You motherfucker how dare you, after all I have done for you. That suit was the only decent pair of clothes you had.”

Serena walked up to him and kissed him on his cheek saying

“Have a good day at work baby.”

Serena got dressed and stormed out the door wearing her denim jumper with her red heels, and a Prada bag a client brought as a thank you gift.  After dealing with the flirty cab driver the whole entire drive she was glad to be released from her prison. Serena was welcomed by the getty interns that were with the company over the next few weeks. Walking into her office she was greeted by her overly eager new hire.

“Good morning Mrs. Harris, I have your latte waiting for you in your office along with the lists of appointments and deadlines today”

“Please Carol call me Serena.”

Annoyed Serena shut her door and flopped down in her chair.

“Oh my, what do we have here today, looking at her appointment book.”

Scrolling down the list of to do’s she realized she was due at a white and diamond party. These were the benefits of an event planner.  Party galore and you can always bring a guess. On top of that William was going to visit his mother for the weekend.

“How wonderful nothing to do after having a great party. William will be gone, damn after last night why should I care.” Serena said to herself.

Lost in her thoughts about William she was interrupted by the slamming of her office door. It was her co-worker and her friend Brenda aka Beautiful. She was exactly that, she was tall, slim, tan skin with platinum blonde hair.

“Girrrl, what’s up? She said smiling.”

“Nothing just realizing I got a party to go to tonight. I have nothing to wear, and no diamonds. William is leaving today to go visit his mom for the weekend, and this new ass assistant is driving me nuts.”

“Fire her ass then, or you could put her to work, You got a party to attend and you need to pick up a fit, After all its business.”

“Hell yes I could, but diamonds is too expensive that’s breaking the bank for a party.”

“Have you learned anything from working with Manhattan’s finest elite? You can go down to Smith Jeweler and rent a fly set for the night for around two hundred and fifty bucks!”

“Oh yeah let’s go, get that assistant we are going shopping. Said Serena”

Walking along the streets of Manhattan Serena couldn’t believe how far she had come for a woman her age. She was twenty five and already making a six figure salary  a year. All of her blessing came from a local magazine back home in Illinois.

“ Girl, I went on the chat line last night. Said Beautiful”

Broken from her thoughts down memory lane Serena paused.

“ You what?”

“  I went on the chat line last night.”

“For what?” asked Serena.

“To try something different to have fun.”

“You act like you ugly and can’t find a date.”

Look it’s the whole mystery behind it. You sit and chat with a man with a sexy voice , and girl the fun begins.”

“So basically phone sex?”

Beautiful rolled her eyes as they entered the dress shop.

“No not phone sex.” Beautiful whispered trying to avoid others from hearing their conversation.

“Then what? Replied Serena”

“ So men get on there just to talk because they are lonely. I mean I met one guy off the system.”

“Are you crazy, you could have gotten your ass killed.”

“ Lighten up, you should give it a try.”

“Like hell I will.”

While Serena was browsing Beautiful slipped the number in her purse while she was trying on dresses. Walking out Serena twirled around.

“ What do you think? She asked putting her hands on her hips.

“Very revealing, looks like you are going to a party at the Playboy Mansion.”

“Perfect! Grinned Serena”

The two ladies headed back to the office to conquer another day. Back at the office Serena was tired of hearing the fifteen year old and her overly wealthy parents make demands for their fabulous sweet sixteen pink party.

“ People and their damn demands. I could make pigs fly if I wanted. Serena thought to herself.”

“ So do you think you can handle our daughter’s party?”

“Everything is under control, would you like my references?”

“ No thank you I have heard great reviews, but if my daughter party isn’t the best I can make your five star rating a one star.”

“Miss I assure you of sheer perfection.”

The family signed the contracts and left the office.

“Bitch.” Serena muttered.

Serena paged her assistant.

“Yes, Serena?”

“ Carol call me a car for transportation to and from tonight’s event, and put the thank you cards in the outgoing mail please.”

“I’m on top of that.”

“ Okay, thank you Carol.”

Serena headed home for the evening. William was on her mind all day. Over the last few months the relationship was slowly falling apart. They were arguing more and having sex less. Serena just knew that William was all she would ever need. She always blamed herself for the problems in their relationship and the suffering. Honestly she tried everything to make him happy, and comfortable  but what did she have to show for it.

Serena’s blackberry began to ring it was William calling.

“ Hello” answered Serena

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know I was sorry for this morning. I’m getting ready to head out for the weekend. Did you need anything?”

“ No, baby I’m fine enjoy your trip, tell your mother I said hi. Be safe and I love you.”

“I love you too, talk to you later.”