As an author I have the freedom to lose myself in the creative process. I love to have music playing in the background as I write. The music is typically indicative of the scenes that I am writing at that time. It helps me visualize the location, the atmosphere, the moods and intensity of my characters' emotions, and portray what they are feeling in the moment.
My women's fiction stories are intertwined with several different genres. From spiritual to drama, and inspirational to an element of romance, my novels contain a bit of it all, including some humor at times. It allows me to connect with readers from varied backgrounds in a conglomeration of shared experiences that people can relate to, and be inspired from. Not only to tell a story, but to let others know they are not alone in their trials. There is unity in shared experiences and people are consoled when they know others are going through similar trials. And even more so they are lifted up when the story has an ending that is realistic, yet positive.
In the excerpt that I'm sharing today Angel's life has been turned upside down. And as is true with most females she is in an emotional state at the moment, and is turning to her best friend, who happens to be a male to help her forget her woes. This portion of the story contains an element of contemporary romance, and passion.
Take a look at Chapter 29 "No More Games" from BeJeweled: The Flight of an Angel.
Angel had dressed rather sexy tonight despite the fact that she was chilling with her now best friend. She needed to feel beautiful and sexy, not to grab Alex’s attention, but as women sometimes do she wanted to see that men still desired her, and she knew her outfit would grab attention when they walked through the club doors. She wore a gold lame` bustier that showcased a slight flare at the waistline. Black tight jeans emphasized her small waist and clung to the curves of her plump behind. Her four inch black stilettos easily boosted her height to 5’5” bringing her closer to Alex’s height tonight. She wore black and gold accessories to match her gold purse. In recent weeks Angel had allowed all the color to grow out of her hair and she wore a long black weave parted in the middle, flowing down to the middle of her back.
Alex held on loosely to her waist with one hand as she wriggled her hips and shook her body from side to side. Her arms locked tightly around his neck and she gave him a flirtatious smile and winked her eye at him. Alex’s face did not crack a smile; she didn’t know what was on his mind, but she gathered he was enjoying himself despite the serious look he wore.
Angel turned around and with her back to him she continued to wiggle her hips back and forth. With a low growl emitting from deep within his throat, Alex pulled her closer to him almost crushing her in his arms. There was something possessive about his hold on her as his body swayed back and forth to the pulsating rhythm of T.I.’s “Ball.” When he finally loosened his grip, Angel dropped down low and worked her way back up again, all the while making her butt jump to the rhythm of the beat, hair swinging back and forth. When she reached her full standing height Alex was standing behind her swaying to the beat.
“You’ve got moves for a white boy, if I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought you were a brother,” she teased.
“Alright, girl, I got your white boy. Maybe it’s the Armenian blood running through my veins from my mom and dad,” he winked at her.
When the song came to an end they were prepared to leave, but the DJ played Usher’s “Love in This Club” remix and Alex pulled her back against him. She held onto his neck with one hand while the other hung at her right side. She could feel his large hands tightening around her small waist and those green eyes of his were making love to her right there on the dance floor.
When he licked his lips, Angel thought she was going to lose control and go right over the edge. There was an intense passion ignited in her that she didn’t know existed before this moment, one she was not ready to take on. She had one leg between his and his manhood pressed itself against her thigh, growing and demanding attention. Alex’s head lowered as he pressed a soft kiss against the back of her neck. He wanted her and there was no denying it, she held her head up and looked in his eyes again and that was her mistake. Uh-oh, she thought, I think we just crossed the friends line.
Alex took her bottom lip in between his teeth and bit it. As soon as she flicked her tongue out to soothe the bitten spot, he used his tongue to claim hers in a passionate dance of loving. The kiss was demanding, sensual and powerful at once. All thoughts flew from her head as Angel struggled to maintain her composure. Things were moving too quickly for her and she wanted to regain control of the situation before it went too far.
What did that kiss mean? Damn you, Alex! I’m not ready for this, Angel thought.
She felt the sexual tension in the atmosphere like the heat from asphalt on a hot summer day after the rain. That thought sobered her.
“Hey, Alex. I think we need to sit down for a moment. I think these drinks are starting to get to us,” Angel laughed and begin fanning herself.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” Alex suggested.BEJEWELED: THE FLIGHT OF AN ANGEL is now on sale on Amazon.
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