At My Best

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I stand in my mirror and look at my reflection. I’m no longer a child nor teenager, or lady. I am a woman, a full grown woman and it seemed like yesterday my mom was brushing my hair in pig tails. I remember my first love my first heartbreak.  I wish the first heartbreak was my last. A swirl of exes cross my mind. I wonder how a few of them are doing? I always wondered was that their intentions to hurt me? I untie my robe to get dressed. I remembered when my closet was full of dark colors and boy like clothes to hide my body. I didn’t accept it until after high school. Now, my closet is full of curvaceous clothing to hug every inch of me. I’m still a tall 5’9 without my heels. Who would have thought animal print corsets and high heels. Shy chubby girl doesn’t exists anymore. Just a curvalicious vixen with a healthy sexuality and sex life. Nothing is ever too taboo. Never stopped allowing myself to be happy as I look at the flowers on my vanity from my new found love. Biological clock is ticking because I have yet to hear the patterning of little tiny feet. Education I have it still working on it. Diamond ring not one on my finger yet. Once upon of time I thought I was going to be the future Mrs.Jones. Dressing myself with my t-shirt and jeans, its nice to be the girl next door sometimes.  Can’t believe I gave the guy next door a chance. Did I mention we were only a couple for a day. Yet we were inseparable when we kids. Dang it why do I wear these heels? I guess its for the added sex appeal.  Then I wonder what are they looking at? I can’t help it I have created a brand new me. My exes are green with envy.  I cried my tears after all you broke my heart. I gave you the tears you wanted from me. Want more well I won’t give you because I’m drunk on new love. I stride in my red pumps head held high. Nope no one can knock me off my high horse. I told you I was gonna write a book and guess what I wrote it. Finally time to let all my talents shine. Its a million things to do in a day. Yet I do a thousand things that I couldn’t get done yesterday.  I strive so hard because I’m my biggest fan. Even if no one ever truly cares for the novels I writes who cares. Because everyday this is me. Me at my best.

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Short Story From The Diary of Brooke Belmont

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I’m was so tired of driving I finally pulled over and found a motel off Highway 65.I was headed South to Florida. Miami of course, it was popular and I wanted a change. I love fast cities; New York was too cold and I loved the EastCoast. Miami was the best choice, I could live with hurricanes. I walked into the old Countryside Inn to a shabby worn down front desk. I made small talk while the older gentlemen checked me in. The good old fashion way just a simple form and pen. I got the keys and headed to room 34. I walked into the room; pink and white flower wallpapers lined the walls. The traditional set up, queen bed, and nightstands on each side. I rubbed my hands across the dark forest green comforter. I flopped onto the bed. My leg was killing me. “Talking a bullet is no joke.” I said to myself popping a Tylenol 3 into my mouth. Hell I didn’t even know they still made these. “Damn, I see what it’s like to be in Cameron’s shoes. Cameron, Cameron Jones I thought you were the love of my life. Early this morning you wrapped your hands around my neck. Taking my breathe away,hurting my heart, and tainting my soul. What are you gonna do when they don’t find my body? When I don’t make the news? You are a poor excuse and you think you are soooo smart. You had my body before strangling me. You left evidence, maybe you avoided the cameras, but Cameron it doesn’t matter, because I know the secret that you are keeping. Because no one ever tells, but let me tell you something Mr.Jones I’m coming for you. You will not know the time but I promise you I will strike like a thief in the night. Maybe God will spare you, like me.” The pain pills had me dozing in and out. I closed my eyes for the night.

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The Diary of Brooke Belmont: Circle of Games “The Lovely B”

It’s been a while since I had my mind occupied by another. I feel different emotions; good and bad. I feel I’m infatuated. I’m amazed, amused, and aroused. Oh, yes aroused about everything about him. His eyes, smile, laugh, and his age. Yes, his age the maturity just right definitely between  the sheets. At night I swear my heart skips a few beats. A mature young lady and a mature older  man is the recipe for a steamy night. Thinking about it just send chills down my spine. Can’t help but think its been this way since the day we met. The naughty things I love to do for him and to him. It’s a shame some days I just want his sweet kisses. If this a game, well it’s that damn good. The conversation and chemistry seem sincere. Oh, my I could fall in love with him or have I. As I watch him sleep, I say to myself; he’s my little secret. I do want him to feel what I feel in due time. I want to enjoy these moments. I guess I’m going to have to see where this love affair goes. I’m letting go now, no regrets.

Love, B.

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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. 

Last Week’s Addiction

Last week’s addition was simply over my amazon sales rank and how many downloaded my book during the free promotion. What I did figure out during my observation and obsessing was that when units are sold it’s not updated instantly. Your rankings change hourly and it depends on how many books you have sold the hour before the update. All this new information and insight is what I call overwhelming. I’m proud to say I cut back on viewing my progress to twice a day. Once at about two in the afternoon ,then once more before bedtime. However, when I start the new promotion this Friday-Saturday I won’t check it until bed time. Easier said then done! I wonder do New York Times Best Selling Authors have this sell addiction? I guess it comes with the new author territory. My goal is to sell at least a hundred books in a month. I’m currently at twenty-seven the last I checked. Those are the numbers for my paying customers. I had 1500 downloads the first day my book was released and it was free. If it wasn’t for the KDP Select rules; that doesn’t allow you to  publish no where else for 90 days I feel I could have tripled my numbers. All in good time, that’s the only down fall. KDP is great for new authors. Now, I just have to find a way to cope with my addiction. Great day guys and happy writing.

-J.B

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.”

Crossing The Other Side Of The River

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As a writer you try to gain inspiration from any thing. I have found that driving helps. Since my series is based on the town I’m from.  I decided to go on a ride. Before I knew it my mind was filling with different ideas with every block I passed. Its not safe to drive at night, not in my city.  Ever heard of East St. Louis, Illinois? If not google it or bing whatever you fancy.  Just because I’m from East St. Louis does not mean I’m Ingornant, disloyal, ghetto,or a criminal.  I’m a shining diamond.They say the greatest treasures are in the least expected places. There are a handful of authors from East St. Louis. I think I’m the only one from my generation.  I better not get cocky. Thats my research for the weekend; authors from my city. On another note my friend thinks my series would make a good movie. There is nothing wrong with daydreaming.  Dreams are real and they can be reality.