I wait for him here at the place where the night sky and the earth become lovers.In the tall grass of our homeland, between two kingdoms, we meet.
Getting here early is easier than slipping away late, especially now when life in my village is bustling with the preparations for our wedding in just three days.
But as the reeds lick the backs of my calves, I know that this is only one part of the reason I wait.
The truth is that I like to feel him coming.At this hour, when my imagination reigns over every shape and whisper, I can almost see him walking on limbs taller and stronger than mine will ever be.He cuts through the night that hides his slightly lighter shade and stalks his prey.I cannot hear his approach, but I feel him drawing near, compelled by the same force that holds me where I stand—the scent of my desire in the air.
I close my eyes and breathe deeply, imagining I can taste him, too.The flavor is salt, sweet grass, and home.It fills my senses and makes me thirsty.
On the outside, my knees shake and my heart pounds, impatient for its mate, while the deepest part of me grows calm and still—stretching towards the peace that only his presence brings.
And he’s close now, so close.
About Cerece Rennie Murphy:
Cerece Rennie Murphy fell in love with writing and science fiction at an early age. It’s a love affair that has grown ever since.
In addition to working on the release of the 2nd book in the Ellis and The Magic Mirror children’s book series with her son, Mrs. Murphy is developing a 2-part science fiction thriller set in outer space. Mrs. Murphy lives and writes in her hometown of Washington, DC with her husband, two children and the family dog, Yoda. To learn more about the author and her upcoming projects, please visit her website at www.cerecerenniemurphy.com.
Today we have the blog tour of PRIMARY SEASON by Sara Celi. Check out the tour and be sure to order your copy today!!
About Primary Season:
Who says politics isn’t sexy?
PATRICK BLANCO wants nothing more than a chance at the presidency, and he’s willing to do anything to get it. At just thirty-eight-years-old, Patrick is already one of the youngest and most successful senators in the country, but he’s destined for more. Much more. When the cold winds of the New Hampshire primary blow in his favor, his campaign kicks into overdrive.
So does his love life.
ALEXANDRA JONES knows that working on Patrick’s election could be the job she needs to prove herself in Washington, DC. Win with him, and her life will change forever. She just didn’t count on something—her growing attraction to her boss. Pretty soon, she can’t deny it.
Neither can he.
As Patrick and his team head to South Carolina, life gets complicated. This is politics, after all. Secrets don’t say secret for long. Everything has a price. Everyone has a motive. There’s no time for love.
That night around eleven fifteen, as I poured myself a drink from the minibar, I heard a knock on my hotel room door. When I opened it, I found Alex on the other side. She stepped backward in the hallway and sucked in a deep breath.
“Sorry to bother you and Kathryn,” she said as her cheeks grew pink. “But we need to chat.”
“That’s fine. You’re not bothering us. Besides, she’s already asleep in the other room,” I said, and glanced over my shoulder down the length of the suite. Kathryn’s door remained closed. Good. I turned back to Alex. “And I never go to bed this early.”
“Well, I was thinking about something on the agenda for tomorrow, and I didn’t think it should wait until the morning.”
“No problem,” I said, taking in the sight of her. “In fact, you’re just in time for a nightcap.” I held up the mini bottle of Maker’s Mark. “What do you say to a drink while we talk it over?”
She hesitated, then shrugged. “All right.”
“You like bourbon, don’t you?”
“Sure do,” she said as she glided into the room, still wearing the black skirt and white oxford shirt from earlier. I shut the door behind us and focused on her round, tight ass as she walked to the couch on the far end of my suite.
“How you do like it?” she said as she sat down. “Straight up or on the rocks?”
“Straight up.” I grinned, took another bottle from the minibar, handed it to her and took a seat in the burgundy armchair across from the sofa. “Bottoms up.” I raised the bottle and she tipped her back to me. She downed the alcohol in a smooth shot, and I followed her lead.
“Whew,” she said. “Not bad.”
“You seem like you have some experience with this kind of thing.”
She sank further into the couch. “You don’t get out of Tulane without learning how to drink.”
“Of course, I remember now. You told me about Tulane that night at Old Ebbit.” I paused. “I’m trying to think what I know about that school. Hmm. The students named the mascot Pecker, didn’t they?”
“Guilty as charged. Of course, they wouldn’t let us keep that name.” She sighed. “But Riptide the Pelican just doesn’t have the same…ring.”
About Sara Celi:
An overactive imagination has always served Sara Celi well. Starting from age 10, with an epic tale about a soldier during the Civil War, Sara has made creating stories her life’s work.
After graduating cum laude from Western Kentucky University in 2004 with a degree in Broadcast News and History, Sara Celi started her decade-long career in broadcast journalism at a TV station in Louisiana, then worked in Oklahoma and Ohio.
Her love of the written word came to fruition with the publishing of her first novel, THE UNDESIRABLE, in 2013 and she has since published THE PALMS, PRINCE CHARMING, and NATURAL LOVE. She is also a contributing author to Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Power of Positive, Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Spirit of America, and a regular columnist for Cincinnati Refined.
Sara Celi calls the Greater Cincinnati area home. In her spare time, she likes to read, shop, travel, run, volunteer with the Junior League, serve on the Board of Trustees for Wesley Community Services, and work with Cooperative for Education, a non-profit providing educational opportunities for the children of Guatemala.
Meet Dawn, Brook, Cicely and Karen: four cousins raised under the Southern sun. Their grandmother called them orchids and taught them to be independent, intelligent, chaste and courageous. So why does Dawn depend on a drug dealer? Why can’t Brook see that her husband is cheating on her? Why is Cicely so promiscuous? Why is Karen so afraid of rejection? But most importantly, why does Cicely hate Karen enough to want her DEAD?
“An Ode for Orchids” is the story of four beautiful young women who want to love and be loved. But will their love outlive the lies and abuse? Is their love strong enough to survive the hatred?
Excerpt from AN ODE FOR ORCHIDS by JAMES FANT
As the sun started easing below the horizon, Maxwell and Tamara decided to take a walk down the beach, leaving Karen and William alone.
“William, I expect you to be on your best behavior while we’re gone,” Tamara said with a wink.
“I’ll be a perfect gentleman,” he replied.
As soon as they left, William asked Karen, “Do you want to go upstairs to my place?”
She tilted her head to the side and smiled. “I thought you said you were going to be a perfect gentleman.”
“Oh and I will.”
Karen thought about it for a few seconds and then she replied, “Okay, sure.”
As they walked up the steps to his apartment, William spied Karen’s backside. He really liked what he saw. Her beautiful face, her stunning body. But he had to admit that there was something else there, way beyond things physical. Maxwell told him to ignore it. But it was still there.
“This is my place,” William said as he opened the door for Karen.
“Okay, okay, I hear you. This is really nice.” She marveled at his décor. “I love the open space. Your place isn’t like Maxwell’s at all.”
“No. The previous owners of this unit made some serious upgrades.”
She admired the African statuettes as well as the life size mahogany framed poster of John Coltrane.
“What do you know about Giant Steps?” She rubbed her fingers over the elegant frame and looked at the late great tenor sax man in his element.
“Aw, that’s my favorite jazz record right there.”
“This portrait is autographed,” Karen noticed.
“Yes. My dad got that when he and my mom were overseas visiting some friends. My parents travelled a lot. They have college friends all over the place: Peru, Europe, Japan, all over the U.S. Sometimes they’d take me and my brothers along when they visited their friends. So I’ve literally been around the world.”
Karen toured the rest of the living room, admiring the tan Berber carpet and the suede couch and loveseat with oil-finished oval drum end tables. Then she made her way to the kitchen and dining room, complimenting William on his stainless steel appliances and marble counter tops. “Look at me,” she said. “I’m just making myself at home.”
That made William smile.
Then she asked, “I’m not going to find any of your girlfriend’s panties lying around here, am I?”
He laughed. “No, no, no. There are no panties because there is no girlfriend.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Nope. I am single.”
“I find that really hard to believe.”
Karen took a seat on one of the Cierra bar stools. “Why is that?” she asked.
“You’re too beautiful to not have a man.”
That made her smile. “Aw shucks. But wouldn’t you know that I get that all of the time.”
William and Karen just looked at each other for a moment, beaming. A part of him wanted to scream, I’m in love with you! I dreamed about you last night!
But instead he asked, “Do you want something to drink?”
“Bottled water’s fine.”
William retrieved two bottles of Dasani from his pantry and handed one to Karen along with a paper towel.
“It must be nice living right on the beach,” she said as she looked out onto the balcony. By then the sky was lit with thousands of stars.
“It has its perks, until a hurricane comes. Um—do you want to go out to the balcony?”
They quietly sat on the balcony, enjoying the night sky and the sounds of the ocean’s waves crashing against the sandy shore.
“I have a balcony in my bedroom, too.” Why did I just say that, William thought.
“Oh yeah? If I lived out here, and I had a balcony in my bedroom, I’d sleep with the door open every night so I can hear the ocean. It’s magical.”
Karen glanced over at William, who caught her looking. She quickly looked away.
“I’m glad that Tamara asked me to come with her tonight. I was really getting tired of her trying to fix me up with guys.” Oh goodness! Why did I just say that, Karen thought.
“Yeah, Tamara’s nice. Maxwell is head over heels for her. And he doesn’t usually do head over heels, believe it or not. He was very nervous before y’all showed up.”
“Nervous isn’t always bad. Sometime nervous is a good thing.”
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing in woman-speak means something.”
He gave a shy smile and said, “Never mind.”
“What? Don’t be scared. Tell me what woman-speak means.”
He turned to face her. She gave him her full attention.
“Woman-speak is when you say one thing but mean another.”
“Oh boy, I’m in trouble now.”
“You’re not in trouble.” She brushed her hand against his arm. “Continue.”
“Like when something’s on a woman’s mind and her man asks, ‘What’s wrong?’ And she says ‘Nothing.’ But in reality something is really wrong. And her man has to keep on asking her what’s wrong until she finally tells him. Woman-speak. You ladies have your own language.”
“So are you an expert on women?”
“By no stretch. But I have a great appreciation for women. My mother’s a woman.”
Karen chuckled again. “That’s nice. You know, William, I was worried about you earlier. You were all quiet. I didn’t know what was wrong with you.”
“I guess I was just nervous.”
“It’s like I said earlier; sometimes nervous is a good thing.”
They looked at each other briefly, Karen admiring William’s handsome smile, he marveling her beautiful eyes.
Then he asked, “So Tamara is trying to set you up with someone, huh?”
“I cannot believe I told you that.”
“So let’s not disappoint her. We should go out.”
“You mean like on a date?”
“Yes. Dinner, a movie perhaps.”
“You’re a nice enough guy. I guess that will be fine.”
“I am a nice enough guy,” he replied. “And I promise. I will be a perfect gentleman.”
James Fant is an award winning author who lives in Charleston, SC. When he’s not reading everything from business management to mysteries or “entertaining” his family with piano solos and spoken word, James writes inspirational romance and suspense that warms the heart and hopefully makes readers laugh—in public.
The idea for An Ode for Orchids came from his appreciation of the enduring strength and tenacity of all of the women in his life: his hardworking mother, loving grandmother, strong sisters (related and non-related), no-nonsense aunties, and last but definitely not least, his beautiful wife.
Today we have the blog tour for Deploy by Jamie Magee! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
The missing, the murder, the cover up, the abuse, all of it should’ve been enough to divide and test the love between Declan and Justice, but it was nothing compared to the hell they wreaked on each other’s hearts.
Fighting for what she loves is a war Justice cannot afford to lose…her Marine told her to engage and defend.
Fear caused goose bumps to race across her skin. She felt herself flush, her heart race, tears well. She silently thought every prayer she could, and all but begged God himself to snatch her from this hell she was born into.
Just like all the times before, she had no idea how she’d gotten there, the shock of going from normalcy to this so often was something she had never gotten used to, and doubted she ever would.
When it was bad, she wished for death, for a way out. When it was good, she told herself it was never as bad as she thought, that her emotions made it out to be more than it was. She told herself every family fought, she told herself every father yelled and behind closed doors, everyone battled their own wars.
“Answer me!” he raged, moving to get in her face.
She heard him then, not her father. Declan. “You deploy any and all defense you need when you need it. Don’t question if it’s right or wrong. Don’t doubt your strength or your worth. No one lays a hand on you. You hear me?”
And somehow, she found the nerve.
About Jamie Magee:
Jamie Magee has always believed that each of us have a defining gift that sets us apart from the rest of the world, she has always envied those who have known from their first breath what their gift was. Not knowing hers, she began a career in the fast paced world of business. Raising a young family, and competing to rise higher in that field would drive some to the point of insanity, but she always found a moment of escape in a passing daydream. Her imagination would take her to places she’d never been, introduce her to people she’s never known. Insight, her debuting novel, is a result of that powerful imagination. Today, she is grateful that not knowing what defined her, led her on a path of discovery that would always be a part of her.
Today we have the blog tour for Covenant by Michelle St. James!! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Danger. Passion. Obsession.
Heir to a worthless title, Christophe Marchand knows the only way to build an empire in the twenty-first century is with single-minded focus and cold, hard pragmatism.
Which means no distractions.
But that’s before he lays eyes on Charlotte Duval.
Charlotte Duval is no man’s arm candy.
An expert in antique furniture, Charlotte is in Paris to close up her recently deceased father’s antique store. Her plan? Finish the job as quickly as possible, preferably without touching the still-tender wound of their estranged relationship, and return to L.A..
And even the enigmatic Christophe Marchand can’t tempt her to stay.
Then the discovery of an elaborate ring hidden inside a 16th century writing desk sets off a chain of events that sends her to Christophe for protection. Soon the pair are traveling to Vienna in search of answers to an unsolved theft that once rocked the art world. But when their hunt intersects with an ominous takeover of Christophe’s business, it becomes clear that their common cause will either destroy them — or force them to come to terms with the true price of love.
Michelle St. James aka Michelle Zink is the author of seventeen published books and seven novellas. Her first series, Prophecy of the Sisters (YA), was one of Booklist’s Top Ten Debut novels. Her work has also been an Indie Next selection and has appeared on prestigious lists such as the Lonestar List, New York Public Library’s Stuff for the Teen Age, and Chicago Public Library’s Best of the Best. Her books have been published in over thirty countries and translated into over twenty languages. She lives in New York with too many teenagers and too many cats.