Serenity King Expressions

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Dillon’s eyes went to the column of her throat. He trailed his finger down her throat to trace a line along the pulsating vein that throbbed against his finger. He hadn’t had anyone in a long time. She was aroused and so was he. Her head rolled back to lie against the headrest of the booth, which allowed him full access to her vulnerable throat and protruding breast. Breathing heavily, she made little mewling sounds in the back of her throat as he added pressure to her clit with his hand.

Damn, she was responsive. And hot. The little material that acted as underwear was sopping wet with her juices. Using his finger to move the wisp of satin aside, he inserted one strong finger into her. Her lower body lifted up and into his hand, and she cried out. “Oh, damn!”

“Easy,” he whispered, his hand leaving her throat to travel down and across her front, stopping at her breast, and trailing across her nipple. She moaned out load. “Are you trying to draw attention to us, Lark?” That remark was for her benefit. They’d already garnered a few stares. Dillon noticed Stacy, who was on her way over with their wings, do an about-face in the other direction. No doubt folks already had an idea of what was going on over here. Good. Let them look. At least any man thinking about messing with her would know that she was his and therefore off limits.

“No,” she breathed out.

“Hmm, your breasts are sensitive. I’ll have to remember that,” he murmured, pulling her nipple between his fingers and pinching it softly. Her pussy throbbed against his hand, and his dick hardened. Dillon added another finger, and her pussy clenched his fingers so tightly that he almost came in his pants. He then added a third finger and began to thrust his fingers in and out of her while simultaneously using his palm to press down on her groin.

Her pussy tightened even more. She was close to climaxing. He could tell by the way her pussy clutched and flexed around his fingers. Damn, he wished it was his cock that she fisted so tightly. But that would come later. Now was for her—she needed this, and he was going to give it to her. Again and again and again. “Easy, baby,” he whispered in her ear.

“I can’t. I need to come,” she groaned. “I need to come real bad.” Her lower body moved in rhythm with the thrust of his fingers.

He watched her passion-filled face through slanted eyes; watched every emotion that crossed it. Damn, if he didn’t think they’d get caught, he’d lift her little skirt up, move her panties aside, release his cock from its confines and impale her on him properly. Instead he pushed into her harder with his fingers and commanded, “Then come, Lark. Come for me, baby.”

She groaned. Her body trembled as she bore down on his hand. Acting quickly, he covered her mouth with his as she screamed and came all over his hand, her womanly juices trickling slowly down his fingers.

“Fuck,” he growled against her lips. He almost came himself. Lifting his mouth from hers, he raised his head to look into her amber-brown eyes. “I wish we were alone.”

“Oh man,” she groaned unsteadily. “Oh damn…oh damn.”

“Tell me about it,” he moaned, twitching in his seat. His cock was so hard it was becoming painful; his fingers were still resting inside of Lark’s pussy. Dillon slowly removed them, brought them up to his nose and sniffed. “Lovely,” he murmured, then licked her juices off his fingers. He needed to get her alone, needed to be buried balls-deep in her pussy.

“I have to settle a few things. Go up to my apartment and wait for me,” he murmured.

“What?”

Dillon reached in his pocket, removed a single key from his key chain, and handed it to her. “You heard me. Go up to my apartment and wait for me. You want to be fucked, and I want to fuck you. I’m going to give you what we both want,” he said.

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What's the Scenario Wednesday: Chemistry 101

Welcome again to What’s the Scenario Wednesday. This week’s theme is Chemistry 101. This week I’ve done something a little different. Below I have listed a few scenes from my upcoming release, Through the Fire coming soon from Beautiful Trouble Publishing. Enjoy!

Setting: Texas. The wedding reception of Diamond Shaw and Rafe Carmichael. Can you remember a time in your life when you have either been at an event of some sort, a bar, a park, a party or even the library, and you ran into that one person that ties you in a knot? Your heartbeat accelerates with anticipation with what could be, could have been, or in anticipation of what’s to come. Are your senses heightened more if it’s someone you’ve already been intimate with, or a stranger? The sexual chemistry is undeniable. Yet you still play the game. Does the chase intensify the chemistry? Enquiring minds wants to know.

Come on I know you as the reader want to know too. Join me on the journey of Dominique and Brandon as the chemistry between the two is SIZZLING!

Set-up: **Warning these are little snippets from my upcoming novel, and not full excerpts**

Snippet one: The reception: The brown-eyed beauty had been intentionally avoiding him all day. He’d tried several times to speak with her. Each time, she’d given him the slip. She’d been using her family as a shield all day, which was a pretty bratty trick, since none of their family knew they’d ever had a relationship. Anyway, the hell with family. He needed to talk with her. Not here, not now, but soon. Like, tonight soon.

Brandon looked down at his watch. This reception would be in swing for at least another hour. Why the hell were receptions so damn long anyway? He was sure the bride and groom were anxious to be gone. He would’ve been.

Snippet two: The reception:

Sighing, Brandon ordered another drink from the bar. “Scotch straight.”

Nodding, the bartender quickly fixed his drink and slid it across the bar.

Thanking the bartender, Brandon’s gaze swept the room again, seeking out Dominique willing her to look his way.

His father’s voice interrupted his eye-stalking. “You okay, son?”

Brandon turned and looked into his father’s eyes before answering. “I’m fine Dad. Why do you ask?”

“Hmm, Chad’s sister looks beautiful doesn’t she?”

“Yes. Diamond makes a beautiful bride,” Brandon said shifting his gaze towards Diamond and Rafe.

“Yes, Diamond makes a stunning bride, but I wasn’t referring to Diamond, son. I was talking about Dominique.”

Brandon glanced up at his father again. Did he know about him and Dominique? No. He was just making an observation.

Or was he? Who knew with his father?

“They’re a beautiful family, Dad,” Brandon responded cautiously.

“I don’t think Xavier and Chad would like being referred to as beautiful.” His father laughed before returning his eagle-eyed gaze. “You sure there’s nothing wrong, son? You haven’t been around much since that incident with Alisha.”

“I live in New York, Dad. I’m not exactly around the corner,” Brandon hedged. Though he wasn’t looking, his eyes immediately keyed in on Dominique. She had stopped dancing and was making the rounds chatting up friends and relatives. It was a nice thing to do but not necessary, especially since the bride and groom were also making the rounds. Brandon knew what she was up to; she was avoiding him. His eyes followed her every move, like a predator eying his prey.

Fine. Since she refused to come to him, he was going to her.

Dominique must’ve felt his eyes on her. She turned and their gazes locked. Brandon lifted his brow slightly and gave her his predatory smile. The look she returned was panic-stricken. He masked his smile with a cough into his hand to keep from laughing out loud. Dominique broke eye contact with him…but not before she gave a slight tilt of her chin towards the exit of the ballroom. She wanted him to follow her. His heart leapt in his chest. He gave a slight nod of understanding and watched the gentle sway of her slim hips as she exited the room. He waited a few endless seconds before following.

Snippet three: The barbeque

Okay, enough lollygagging, I need to get out of here and back to the hotel. First I need to get Brandon’s attention. I don’t have his room key and I am going to need it for what I’ve got planned.

She was going to give him the night of his life.

Grinning at her spur-of-the-moment decision, Dominique took out her blackberry and sent Brandon a text message: “Hey baby! I’m ready to go back to the hotel. I need your room key.”

Before she could think better of it, she hit the send button.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as Brandon frowned slightly and took out his phone to look at the message. Then his face lit up. He locked gazes with her for a moment. Then he dropped his head and started texting back.

Dominique felt a rush of excitement go through her at the dinging of her phone. She opened the text. “It’s like that is it?” the message said. He even included a smiley face.

“Yes,” she texted back immediately.

“I’ll call the front desk tell them to leave a room key for my wife. Is that okay?” Another smiley face.

“That’s perfect. And I want the key to your real room, not the decoy.”

She felt Brandon’s eyes on her and their gazes locked for another moment. Her cell phone dinged again.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” she typed. She was anything but positive, but now was not the time for doubts. She’d made her decision, dammit.

“Are you leaving now?”

“Yes. So don’t be long. I have something special planned for you.”

“Stop playing.”

“I’m not playing. Don’t keep me waiting.”

“I’ll give you a ten minute head start before I’m right behind you,” he texted.

“Twenty minutes.”

“Fifteen. Final offer. Get your sexy ass up and move it, wife.”

“Bossy, bossy.” His eyes narrowed dangerously, so she sent him another message that she knew he would like better. “All right, I’m moving it now.”

“Love you, baby.”

“Love you too. See you. Fifteen minutes.” For no good reason, she felt tears begin to pool in her eyes and blinked them back before anyone could notice. Her phone dinged once again. Dominique read the text and the tears started to pool her eyes again.

“Be careful, baby.”

So like Brandon. “I will.”

End of snippets

Hopefully this scene will get you over the Wednesday hump! Want to read more Chemistry 101, click on the author links below:

Koko Brown

Sienna Mynx

Shara Azod

Tuesday Morrigan

Okaaaaaaaaaay! Blogging...

So what do I blog about? Hmm.

Hey, have blind people been given a license to drive? Why would I ask?

I’m driving down the street minding my own business when I see this old dude that’s been driving in front of me for about ten minutes at about 10 miles per hour. Me, I don’t go around old people unless there’s a lot of room to maneuver. So we’re driving along and all of a sudden old dude ventures into left lane, sideswiping the car in the lane, and then tried to pull off. Evidently something was stuck (insert laugh) because his car wouldn’t move. I pull to the side, the other guy gets out of his car, and then the old guy gets out.

GUESS WHAT old dude has on these really jet-black glasses and has a German Shepherd sitting in the front seat, LMBO! The guy that he hit looks at me…I look at him and we both start laughing. The guy in the other vehicle could only throw his hands up in the air and say, “You've gots to be kidding me.” Old dude was either blind or had just come back from getting his cataract done. I am betting on the blind.

I left them at the scene awaiting the police. I laughed all the way home.

~Serenity

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The Most Common Misconceptions about Interracial

Relationships by Stacy-Deanne

Hello all! First let me say I am honored to be on my buddy, Serenity King’s lovely blog. Since she let me intrude today, I thought I’d make it worth your while. And you know I can.

For those who need an introduction, I’m Stacy-Deanne. I am a big supporter of interracial relationships, I love white guys and I write mystery and suspense novels that often feature interracial romance. I am known as “Interracial Romance’s First Lady of Crime and Mystery”.

Now let’s get started. I don’t just blog to entertain but to educate and provide guidance to those in need. There are common misconceptions from outsiders about interracial relationships. Some folks just don’t get it. I would like to point out the most common misconceptions in hopes that it leads people to being more open to IR relationships and to realize that even though color is part of the attraction, it is not the most important thing in the relationship.

Misconception 1: People Date Interracially Because They Are Ashamed of Their Own Race

This might be true for some people. I know for a fact that some people do date interracially because they have issues with their own race. They’ve either got burned too many times or they have some self-hatred for their own culture. This can be true but it is definitely not the main reason people date out of their race. People who date interracially do because they have a genuine attraction to other races.

Misconception 2: People Date Interracially Because They Do Not Like the Looks of the Opposite Sex in their Own Race

Once again this does come into play for some people but definitely not the majority. It comes down to a preference. Most people who interracially date have dated others in their own race and do find them attractive but date interracially because they have met others through circles like work or social hangouts. It’s mainly about personalities and how much you have in common with someone. It can be true that people of your own race might not be into what you are into and you can’t find someone that you wanna be with. Just because you’re painted with the same brush does not mean you belong together.

Misconception 3: Women Look Down on Interracial Dating More than Men

This is completely untrue and a general assumption. What gets me is that people are always spotlighting black women and making it seem like they are jealous when black men date out of their race. You might have some that don’t care for it, but you have white men and black men who don’t care for interracial dating either. It’s always made into a big deal to make black women look bitter. The ones who squawk the loudest about it do not represent all women. Most women couldn’t care less who a man is dating no matter the color.

Misconception 4: Blacks Date out of Their Race to Have Kids Look a Certain Way

This is disturbing but unfortunately I’ve heard this said by some black men and women who have admitted that they want biracial kids because of how they look. This is not the norm and most people do not think like this. You should be with someone because you are truly in love with them, not because you want your kids to have “good hair” or light skin.

Misconception 5: People Who Date Interracially Do It to Prove a Point

Nope. Interracial couples aren’t going around with an agenda. They are just like couples of the same race and the last thing they think about is the outside public.

There are many misconceptions about interracial dating and some people will never understand. But it’s 2011 and this is a time when someone’s acceptance of your relationship shouldn’t be overly valued. Interracial dating is becoming more popular throughout many cultures everyday. We can’t change people’s opinions but we can attempt to educate to put an end to these myths once and for all.

Be loved, be joyous and be happy!

Check out my latest release: “Giving up the Ghost” (Book 1 in the Bree and Steven Interracial Crime series)