REKINDLING THE FLAME
A Second Chance Romance
(Coming July 20, 2015)
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REKINDLING THE FLAME
A Second Chance Romance
(Coming July 20, 2015)
(Click the covers to read summaries and buy)
Say what? L.V. Lewis has written another book?
Well, yes. What I’ve always known, and what has become exceedingly apparent in my time away from actively writing and publishing is that something that is your passion cannot be left to lie fallow. It gets in your blood, it becomes part of you that refuses to be restrained.
As many of you know, I had some personal family crises earlier this year, and I believed that my epic writer’s block was caused by all these things that happened back-to-back. Now that some of these issues have been addressed, I was able to finally exercise my creative muscle again, and just in time for the holidays!
So, this short novella, Christmas With The White Brothers, became that last thing I had to do in the erotic realm before I completely move on to other genres. It also serves the dual purpose of introducing you to the writer who will complete the Jungle Fever saga, LaVie EnRose. You can read more about Ms. EnRose in the newsletter I sent out earlier today via Mailchimp, and also at the back of the novella :).
Additionally, there are some excerpts in my backmatter from an author I’ve featured here on my blog, Bev Elle, a new author in the IR/MC genre whom I also met at a local writer’s group. Check out her books if you need some reading variety.
Many of you will recognize a portion of this novella as a scene I wrote for the members of my Facebook Group, The Block. However, LaVie and I added approximately thirteen thousand words to it to bring you Christmas With The White Brothers as a bridge to Double Switch in 2015!
LaVie and I will work together sometimes much like other writing duos do in the industry (think Christina Lauren), but her name alone will go on Double Switch and the final as yet unnamed book in the series. So, without further ado, I’d like to share the buy links, summary, and a brief excerpt from Christmas With The White Brothers!
CHRISTMAS WITH THE WHITE BROTHERS
by L.V. Lewis
Publication Date: December 9, 2014
Genre(s): Contemporary Romance, Holiday Romance, Erotic Romance, IR/MC
Keisha Beale has an ‘arrangement’ with one of the richest men in Chicago, who treats her like a queen, but she wants normalcy for the holidays. Well, as much normal as you can get from a man like Tristan White, who has everything and doesn’t think love is something he needs.
Jada Jameson’s dark past may be surprising to some considering the family she comes from. Nathan White wants her in every way a man wants a woman, but she needs hardcore kink, and the pace at which their relationship is progressing has left her wanting more.
Will the ladies of Kente Studio Records get everything they want from their first Christmas with the White brothers?
EXCERPT, Chapter 5
Tristan comes prepared, of course. He has a big-assed gift bag for Mama, and even a present for the Reverend. I shake my head.
“What?” he says.
“You never do anything half-assed,” I say.
He smirks. “It’s like you like to say, ‘Go big or stay home.’”
Those are strange words coming from a man the cost of whose suit could feed all the homeless people in Chicago on Christmas Day. He reaches in to ring the doorbell, but I touch his hand and stop him.
“Why do you go to such lengths with my mother? I’m your submissive. Nothing more.” I gesture toward his gifts. “All this is making her think this thing between us is more than it really is.”
He seems taken aback for a moment, but then he responds. “You’re wrong. You’re my business partner, and I’d hope after almost a year you would now consider me a friend.”
“With benefits,” I say morosely. “At this rate, you’re going to have to break up with both of us when you decide it’s time to move on.”
“Do you want me to beg off? I could get a call and leave.”
I don’t get to answer because Mama swings the door open. “Well, are you two going to stand out here yakking, or are you coming in?”
“Most definitely,” Tristan and I say almost simultaneously.
While he leans in and gives Mama a hug and presents her with his gift, Reverend Johnson gives me a hug. After all the greetings are done, and we’ve hung our coats on the coat tree, Mama grabs her camera off an end table.
“There’s mistletoe,” she says pointing at the ceiling above us.
“I’ve never been one to let a perfectly good cluster of mistletoe go to waste,” Tristan says and sweeps me into his arms and plants a back-bending, dramatic movie-style kiss on me.
“Awww,” Mama says and snaps, but the camera’s flash malfunctions. “One more, one more.”
“So sad, you missed your chance,” I say, and begin to move away.
Mama’s not having it. “Come on, Keisha, be a sport now. Tristan, don’t let her get away.”
Of course, he does exactly what Mama says and pulls me back underneath the mistletoe. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s make this holiday memorable for your mother.” Tristan scoots in close, bends his knees, and holds me in a tight hug, cheek-to-cheek, our faces angled toward Mama and her camera.
“Big smile,” Mama says. We smile on cue and she gets her money shot, but Tristan doesn’t let me go. He leans in and kisses me tenderly really laying it on thick for Mama.
“Awww,” she says again. “You remind us old geezers what it’s like to be young and in love.”
Tristan and I both stiffen, but I recover first and pat his back, like I’m soothing him, because I’m sure those words have shocked the shit out of him. My eyes shoot daggers at Mama, but she just smiles and acts all aloof.
They were the most unlikely pair to fall in love. . .
A golden boy with a dark past. A bi-racial girl with epic faith. These two weren’t supposed to survive the system, sketchy origins and all.
Trevor Kyle has loved Shanice Bailey forever—from the time they both landed in the Baptist Children’s Home until they were young adults raised by adoptive families that had no resemblance to the worlds from which they came. Trevor has always been her protector and champion even when he was busy pushing her away for her own good.
Shanice has always taken her faith in Trevor seriously. Her childhood oath is strengthened when she learns the true meaning of family. But After Trevor’s adoptive parents die tragically and his bachelor uncle takes him in, she finds that the boy she’s always looked up to has changed, and not for the better. Yet, she can’t bring herself to forget him as her pure childhood love for him blossoms into something more.
The most generous heart and truest faith does not travel an easy path. Just when Trevor thinks he’s found a way to keep his promise to be with Shanice forever, a specter from the past threatens their future plans.
“You want to be a doctor?” Trevor said.
“No, a nurse. I want to help people get over drug addiction and stuff, but I don’t want to go to school for all the years it takes to be a doctor.”
“That’s cool. Just don’t fall for some doctor and forget about me,” he teased.
“I’d never forget you, Trevor,” she said. “And I’ll never fall for some doctor.”
“How do you know?” he said. “You’ll go off to college and I’ll be as good as forgotten.”
“You’ll forget me first,” she said. “You already have. You’re the one who’s taking Emily Winters to the prom and everything.”
“It’s just another rite of passage.”
“It’s one of those things you’re expected to do at certain ages that transition you from one stage in life to another.”
“Oh, well. I’m not passing any rites with anyone but you,” She said.
“You’re too young to say that, Shanice. You’ve got a lot of growing up to do.”
“So do you.” She protested, just as he expected her to.
“Yeah, but I’m closer to twenty-one than you are, and I’ll be going off to college in a couple of years.”
“I know, but I won’t forget you,” Shanice said with conviction.
“How do you know this?” Trevor asked.
“Because I’m going to be like Amy March in Little Women.”
“Never heard of it,” Trevor said.
“Probably because boys think it’s stupid. But there is a Little Men, and Jo’s Boys and they’re about orphans and stuff. Anyway, they’re classics. Mom read the books when she was about my age, so she gave them to me for Christmas.”
“What does this have to do with you not forgetting me?”
“You’ll have to read Little Women to find out,” she said cryptically.
Bev Elle the author of sweet and spicy, contemporary romance. A lover of books–many already written, and those she harbors in her very active imagination. Writing is a passion she’s had for many years, but was unable to act upon. Until now. Bev Elle is the mother of three human children and two canines. She is also the lover of one husband 🙂 When Bev isn’t writing in her spare time after work, she is thinking of doing so.
New York City, Late Summer 2009
Like many single women who reside in the city that never sleeps, Micah Foster has had numerous encounters with undesirable men that make her want to renounce love. Just when she’s on the verge of calling it quits in her quest to find love and a sustainable relationship with a Dominant man, her friend Kisa requests her company for a girl’s night out at Spanxxx, a local fetish club. Both Kisa and Micah are seasoned submissive players in the BDSM lifestyle. Micah has been involved in the scene since her early twenties, but she has yet to meet a Dominant she meshes with and takes seriously. Now, at age thirty, she continues to search for a connection that repeatedly eludes her. Under duress, she crosses paths with Dominant Rick Thomas. Unusual and dire circumstances bring the pair together, and he’s exactly what Micah has been searching for.
The Sweetest Taboo is aptly titled. It’s an unconventional erotic love story that provides a different perspective of a relationship involving D/s and BDSM. The reader will follow Micah and Rick’s journey from beginning to end. You’ll laugh, you’ll be turned on, and most of all, you’ll find yourself cheering for their love.
*Disclaimer* If rough sex, an interracial pairing (Black woman/White man), D/s, and BDSM are of no interest to you, you should bypass this story. Intended for a mature and kinky audience. Recommended for adults 18+.
“Afternoon.” I shoved My hands down into the pockets of My lab coat before I did something unprofessional. “Are you all ready to go?”
she nodded. “Yes, Dr. Thomas. The nurse brought my discharge papers a few hours ago. i was just packing my stuff before heading out, but i’m glad You stopped by. i wanted to thank You for Your help.
“i can’t tell You how humbled i am by Your act of kindness. You saved my life, and i will be forever grateful,” she said as her eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but at Me. she shoved a sweater into her bag with less care than she took with her other clothing.
her words were sincere, but for whatever reason, I must have made her nervous, although I wasn’t sure why. she gathered the plastic bag and her purse before quickly brushing past Me and exiting the room.
This was not how I envisioned things going. I increased My pace and caught up with micah at the nurse’s station. It was all or nothing; I only had a few moments to make an impression.
“ms. foster? micah?” I called out. I composed Myself as I approached her.
she slowed her pace, bid farewell to the nurses, then turned in My direction. I jumped at the opportunity, unable to wait a moment longer. “ms. foster, I was hoping to speak with you before you left. Once you signed the discharge papers, the doctor-patient relationship ended. That means I’m no longer your treating physician and you’re no longer My patient. With that said, I have a question I’d like to ask. Please hear Me out. Don’t take this the wrong way . . .”
her facial expression was unreadable, so I continued.
“I’m not trying to be a creep, but I would regret letting you leave today without at least giving this a fair shot. I sincerely apologize if you feel this is inappropriate or too forward, but ms. foster, I’d love your company for a drink or dinner . . . whichever you’d prefer. Will you allow Me to take you out?”
Waiting for her answer seemed to take an eternity. she didn’t look at My face; instead her gaze landed somewhere around the name embroidered on the left breast pocket of My lab coat. her lower lip found its way between her teeth as she stared, apparently deep in thought. In what seemed to be a delayed reaction, she gawked up at My face, clearly surprised by My question.
Was she put off by the entire idea or just caught off guard by My request? Either way, her answer would let Me know which way she was leaning. I just hoped to God she wasn’t leaning toward no.
she finally provided Me a small reprieve. “You want to take me out?”
“Like on a date?”
“Yes,” I replied again.
“i’m sorry, Dr. Thomas, but i don’t date,” she said, dismissing Me as she continued toward the elevators.
Oh, she was going to make this interesting. her flippant attitude bothered the hell out of Me, but I was going to see this through. I quickly followed in an attempt to catch her before the elevator doors opened and she walked out of My life.
Coming to select e-book retailers on 11/27 Thanksgiving Day!
Harper Miller is a thirty-something native New Yorker. She’s traveled the world and lived in a variety of places but always finds her way back to the Big Apple.
A lackluster love life leaves time to explore new interests, for Harper it is writing. The Sweetest Taboo is her debut novella. In her mind the perfect Alpha male possesses intellect, humor, and a kinky streak that rivals the size of California.
When she isn’t writing, Harper utilizes her graduate degree in the field of medical research. She enjoys fitness-related activities, drinking copious amounts of wine, and going on bad dates.
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Friends, Readers, and Lovers of Keisha Beale and Tristan White! Hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. Believe me for mine honor that there will be a Book 2 of the Ghetto Girl Romance Quadrilogy!
Albeit late as hell, the book is coming. Well, you know Brutus’s speech didn’t take this trajectory when he presented it in Act 3, Scene 2 of Julius Caesar after taking part in Caesar’s murder (I was that geek who totally paid attention in high school Literature). Also, contrary to popular opinion, I’m not trying to kill you all by making you wait so long. In the words of the famous anonymous person who said it the first time: Life happens! And it happened to me in an abundance–which gives new meaning to the phenomenon called Murphy’s Law.
In preparation for the momentous occasion of the release of the second book in the tetralogy, I am doing what many veteran authors have advised me to do, and I just haven’t gotten around to it. I am making an attempt to build a mailing list, because you know and I know, you all don’t come to my blog everyday (not even I do that–unless I’m writing a new blog entry). Also, you don’t stalk me on Facebook, or Twitter, so when Exit Strategy debuts, you might not hear for days. I don’t want you to be that person who doesn’t hear about the new release of the book until weeks later, so it would behoove you, if you want to get a notification the minute the book drops, to join my mailing list.
I know, I know–you think I’m going to spam you with a crapload of unimportant things that you’d just as soon not be privy to. Well, I’m here to tell you, that won’t be the case. In fact, I promise, I won’t even use the mailing list unless I have a release, or some other really pertinent stuff you want to hear, like what the next two book covers will look like, or a guesstimate as to when the next two books (and mine or my alter ego’s future books) will be published. These are the tidbits of information that “try men’s souls,” so I promise, that is the only time you will hear from me if you join my mailing list.
Now, I have Mail Chimp, but I haven’t figure out how to use it yet, but you can bet, once I do, I’ll be incorporating that into sending my infrequent missives to you. So, be one of the avante garde readers of L.V. Lewis’s brand of kink and join my mailing list so you can get up-to-the-minute, real-time information on the release of Exit Strategy. If you are still exited to read the completion of Keisha and Tristan’s story, you will be glad you did this. Trust me.
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