SUNDAY SNEAK PEEK ~ EXIT STRATEGY BY L.V. LEWIS ~ #DEC #EROTICROMANCE #ASMSG

Today’s Sunday Sneak Peek is from L.V. Lewis. She’s sharing her newest release, “Exit Strategy,” the hotly anticipated follow-up to Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever. Be sure to enter her giveaway to win one of two Amazon gift cards, and a limited edition CD set of the audio version of Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever!
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SUMMARY

Ex*it Strat*e*gy (noun) 1. A preplanned means of extricating oneself from a situation that is likely to become difficult or unpleasant. 2. The method by which a venture capitalist or business owner intends to get out of an investment that he or she has made in the past.

Will Keisha and Tristan exercise their elaborate EXIT STRATEGY and end their unorthodox arrangement?

Assailed by demons she thought she had conquered, Keisha Beale has uttered the words to end her tumultuous relationship with Tristan White. Separated, they grapple for a time with their personal demons. However, when their lives apart become unbearable, a credible threat brings them back together prematurely.As they seek to discover who is responsible for the threats, several seemingly unrelated incidents throw them into a tailspin. Will Keisha’s youthful indiscretions or Tristan’s un-reconciled feelings for an ex derail their tenuous arrangement?In the meantime, trouble in Nathan and Jada’s paradise send dramatic ripples that hint of future difficulties in the idyllic pairing.

Nothing Ventured…

Tristan uses his vast wealth and connections to correct a gross miscarriage of justice, while Keisha makes herself utterly vulnerable to Tristan and fears he has chosen to exercise his own exit strategy.

…Nothing Gained!

Will this be the end of the indecent proposal that became a fairy tale? Or will Keisha and Tristan reveal the trauma from their pasts so they may heal and completely embrace their relationship?

Sensual, suspenseful, and still infused with the riotous levity of Triple-G and Fairy Hoochie Mama, the Ghetto Girl Romance Quadrilogy departs from full parody with a distinctive take on love, loyalty, sacrifice, redemption, and acceptance.

EXCERPT

“Tell me again why you can’t stay?” he says as we stand in front of the elevator.

“Because it’s just not a good idea. And I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Actually, you do,” he says. “Mrs. Naven found some things in the laundry after you left. Problem solved.” He takes both my hands and backs up into the sitting room.

“Tristan, we still have some things to sort out. Tonight was great, but I still don’t think I’m cut out to be your submissive.”

“Just my submissive?”

I drop my head. “No. Anyone’s.”

“You’re afraid you’ll have panic attacks again, aren’t you?”

I feel like I’m about to be swallowed up by the sincere blue eyes tracking and pinning mine so effectively I can’t look away. “Yes. And I’m no use to you if I can’t endure the scenes, particularly the occasional disciplinary consequences.”

“What if there was a way you could?” His finger traces a gentle path down my cheek.

“What do you mean?”

“Just what I said. If there was a way we could work around the panic attacks, would you come back? For good?”

“You mean until you perfect your exit strategy? That’s what you venture capitalists call it, don’t you?”

“Ah, someone’s been paying attention at our semiannual business meetings?”

“I have a rather exacting mentor who insists on being heard.”

“Asshole,” he says and pulls me close.

I place my hands on his chest in an effort to sustain some emotional equilibrium, but he doesn’t let me go. “I’m the one who’ll be ass-out when you lose confidence in your investment and decide it’s time to diversify your portfolio again.”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon, Keisha.” He draws me closer, palming my hips, and I get his point. Pun intended. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

I slip out of his arms and put some space between us. “Chemistry has never been an issue for us, Tristan. I know your lifestyle is important to you, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep up.”

The truth is, I’m hopelessly in love with a man who hasn’t given me any indication that he will ever want a real relationship. Nothing has changed on that front. He still just wants just a Dominant/submissive relationship, which might enjoy a longevity his other arrangements haven’t had, but it will eventually end.

Can I really do this? I certainly don’t think I’ll become any less in love with him over time. Reentering a sexual relationship with Tristan now would be exceedingly counterproductive to the reasons I left in the first place, but I am hard-pressed to make myself walk away again.

Tristan moves so close behind me that I can feel the warmth of his skin, his breath wafting over my ear as he speaks. “We’ll take things slow—again.”

He runs a finger along my arm, and gooseflesh sprouts like ivy in its wake. I feel a pull toward him that can only be described as magnetic—my body eager to be reunited to his. Even though it could conceivably be more painful for me this time around, I’m not sure if leaving him again is within the realm of possibility. I can’t rationalize staying, but leaving becomes increasingly more difficult with each second I remain in his presence.

I turn to face him. “Slow isn’t necessarily going to keep the attacks at bay.” Or guard my heart if he decides he’s done with me.

“We’ll figure out a way to do that together.” He takes me into his arms again. “These three weeks have been … just please stay.”

I look into his eyes, and all I want to do at that moment is kiss him senseless. He may not have given me a declaration of love, but somehow I know this is as close as I’m going to get with a man like Tristan White. For now.

As an answer, I stand on my tiptoes, throw my arms around his neck, and kiss him with everything in me.

      

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Exit Strategy – Coming Soon! Seriously :) #OCT #EROTIC #ROMANCE #ASMSG #50SoJFBook2

Coming soon stampAfter several false starts borne out of amateurism, failing health, demanding work schedules, writer’s block and a whole lot of other craziness I had no control over, I finally have a finished product for Exit Strategy. This weekend it will be placed into the hands of a select few pre-readers (I’m only limiting the number so much because I won’t have time to compile all the feedback for the group I have, so please don’t be offended if I can’t let you pre-read this time around), then if what they say is mostly good, my goal is to have a product in retail outlets by October 29th! The pre-readers for me, are like a focus group for books, for wont of a better way to describe them. I’m going to take what they say to heart and if they’re not telling me to write 90% of the book over, you’ll see the next book at the end of this month.

I was ruminating over the journey I’ve taken as a published writer and realized that it was exactly one year ago, October 31, that Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever hit the virtual shelves. I was very nervous because I knew the story would be loved or hated, and there was a contingent of folks on GoodReads who spewed the hate before the book actually became available which led me to wonder, “what the hell have I gotten myself into?” However, shortly after that, the book was embraced by several book clubs and the rest, as they say, is history. Since last October, Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever has continued to be enthusiastically purchased by readers who are discovering it slowly by word-of-mouth. I have not discovered the magic bullet for becoming a bestseller, yet, but I’m very appreciative to all my readers who took a chance on a poorly named book and series that they have grown to love.iStock_000004061987XSmall

Exit Strategy, Book 2 of the Ghetto Girl Romance Quadrilogy has been a true labor, as well as a labor of love. It has taken the better part of a year to get here, primarily because I am a laboriously slow writer, and secondarily for all the reasons I named at the beginning of this post. The creative process is not always my friend, and probably for six of the eleven months it has taken to get this book completed, I experienced the worst writer’s block known to man.

If I were one who gives up easily, I would’ve canned this project a long time ago, but failure is not an option for me. I had to move in the direction of getting this book to you, even though I embarrassed myself several times by setting release dates that were unachievable for various reasons. So, when I finally wrote the words THE END on my manuscript, I felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. As I promised you when the book was not completed in the summer, I said I would not give you another date unless I was sure the book would be imminently published. We have reached that point, ladies and gentlemen, and I’m very pleased and proud to be on the precipice of bringing you EXIT STRATEGY!!!! If you want to be among the first to know when the book is live on the various platforms (Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, Kobo, Sony, iTunes, ARe), please sign up to be notified via my Mailing List.

Developing a Strategy


Now, to those bloggers, authors, readers, and Facebookers who have signed up to participate in my cover reveal and book release, I will be contacting you via email with the information you will need to share these occasions for me. The following is the contact form where you may sign up if you haven’t already: LV Lewis’s Mailing List.

Readers, if you have Facebook and/or Twitter, even GoodReads, you can help me in this by getting the word out to your friends and family who are readers. So, please don’t hesitate to sign up to participate in either the cover reveal, Book Cover onlythe book release, or both. You all know what the old cover looks like, so I’m going to post it here just for kicks and giggles. However, the masses will get to see the new cover created by the gorgeous and talented Ms. Kristy Charbonneau, at Covermecreative.com, on Tuesday, October 22nd.

There is also a GiveAway that I have neglected horribly, and the numbers were not reached in order for me to award prizes. That giveaway is here:  LV Lewis’s Giveaway, and if you still want to participate, there are fourteen days still left for us to meet the numbers, but you’ll have to sign up for my Mailing List and/or purchase the Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever audiobook, which is FREE on Audible.com with a 30-Day trial.

If you love Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever, now is the time to purchase the audiobook, featuring the incomparable Ms. Marie Hélène, whom many of you have met on The Block or around Facebook, then when Exit Strategy is recorded, you’ll already have an Audible account to purchase it, as well.

Cold Light by Traci L. Slatton (@tracilslatton) ~ My Review – #SEPT #AdultDystopian #ASMSG #Romance

15698800As is characteristic of her style, Traci L. Slatton begins Cold Light in much the same manner as Fallen–in the bosom of in medias res (Latin, in the midst of things). She begins just as the Roman poet Horace and Jack Lynch advises, in the heart of the story without preamble. The story also parallels Fallen because this time Emma’s eldest daughter, Beth, rather than her youngest, Mandy, is in danger. In fact, Beth is kidnapped by raiders and taken on horseback to places unknown as the book opens. Ergo, life in this post-apocalyptic increasingly dystopian society goes from bad to worse for Emma.

Fallen ended with Emma leaving Arthur, the man whom she had come to know as the other part of her soul, behind as her husband, Haywood, retrieved her and Mandy by Airplane via Canada. The family had been separated when the mists, the noxious gases created by a military experiment gone bad, consumed much of the technology, machines and modes of transportation made possible by the industrial revolution and the technological boom of Silicon Valley, leaving Emma and Mandy stranded in the Parisian countryside.

The world as they had come to know it had ceased to exist with many of the creature comforts they had come to enjoy now gone forever. And now, having her daughter kidnapped in the dead of winter, Emma and Haywood haggle over who will take on the daunting task of going to rescue her. After gathering intel and being told that the city they now call home won’t go in search of their taken residents, Emma and Haywood decide they can spare only one of them to take the dangerous journey through sub-zero weather to rescue Beth from none other than a man by whom Emma suffered being kidnapped herself.

As Emma walks through treacherous weather, she is stalked by a large cat, helped by some, and betrayed by others on the way to her destination. At the last outpost she comes to before she plans to attempt the rescue of her daughter, Emma encounters old friends and an extremely determined lover  who have no intentions of allowing her to continue her journey alone. Yet, she does not want them to risk their lives to save her child. Will Emma brave this rescue attempt on her own and succeed, or will love truly demand everything of her in this gripping Book 2 of the After Trilogy, Cold Light?

If you’d read Fallen, there is no way you can forgo Cold Light. I read this immediately after reading Fallen, but am just now getting to review. However, don’t let that lead you to believe that this book isn’t as stellar as the first. In fact, this book is more action-packed and the stakes have gone even higher than Emma and her family just avoiding the mists that can consume them. This is a do-or-die, life-and-death story that leaves you guessing at every turn–How is Emma going to get out of these newest pickles? Read Cold Light and find out.

This is a dystopian romance for the mature set, (Hunger Games and/or Divergent on steroids). Don’t ignore this wonderful series.

I give Cold Light Five out of Five Stars!

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ABOUT TRACI L. SLATTON:

Traci L. Slatton is a graduate of Yale and Columbia, where she taught freshman composition. She lives Traci L Slattonin Manhattan, though her love for Renaissance Italy inspired her historical novel Immortal [Bantam Dell], which is currently in film pre-production and reached bestseller status in Italy, Russia and Brazil. Also the author of The Botticelli Affair and the After trilogy (FallenCold Light and Far Shore [forthcoming late spring 2013]), Slatton has published The Art of Life, a photo essay about figurative sculpture; a book of poetry; as well as a non-fiction title on science and spirituality, Piercing Time & Space. Her forthcoming novel, The Mission, is a meaty historical saga set during World War II.

To learn more, visit, http://tracilslatton.com/ / http://parvatipress.com/

Find Traci on Twitter & Facebook

Book Release News & “Exit Strategy” FSoJF, Book Two Excerpt

As I promised readers, here is another excerpt from “Exit Strategy” Book Two of The Ghetto Girl Romance Quadrilogy, but first I want to give you some book release news:

I’ve shared with some of you that I suffered a fall on my job at the end of January and injured my right (dominant) hand and left shoulder. Together with some knee scrapes and elbow contusions, I was a hot mess for a minute. I visited my Workers Comp doctor today and she tells me that I’ll be undergoing physical therapy so I can get my full range of motion back beginning in about a week.

What this means for book two is that it might be late. I was in the middle of doing some major rewrites to get it completed (the original told from only Keisha’s POV, was being re-written to include Tristan’s POV), but I have fallen behind. I am currently, and will be, working hard to get it to you as closely to the promised publish date as possible. However, once I’m done, I’ll have to get it to my editor, and then my formatter, so please, bear with me 🙂

In the meantime, Book One is, as I write this, being prepped to go onto Nook, Kobo, iBooks, Smashwords, All Romance eBooks and the whole gamut of formatting venues. Please tell your friends with other platforms they can now read from the comfort of their own devices in the next couple of days!

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(This is a scene that occurs almost immediately after Keisha safeworded at the end of book one. And please remember, this is unedited.)

 

Tristan is right on my ass invading my personal space. “You’re not leveling with me, Keisha.”
I walk out of the closet, and he follows as I get my purse and make a beeline for the stairs. I’m taking two steps to his one trying to get down the stairs and out of there before I lose my composure. His next question hobbles me.
“Why were there so many domestic calls to your parents’ home the six years before you went to college?”
I stop in my tracks in the middle of the stairway and round on him.
“Did you do a fucking background check on me without my permission, or something?”
“It’s standard procedure when I take on a new sub. It was in the NDA which–if you recall–you didn’t read very well.”
I don’t know what comes over me, but I have a Scarlet O’Hara moment and raise my hand to slap him, but he grabs my wrists like a vise and won’t let go. He pushes me against the wall and traps me with his body and holds my hands immobile above my head. I’m pissed that he’s apparently been snooping into my background, and perhaps already knows much more about my family history than I would care for him to. I use sarcasm to downplay the severity of what went down in the Beale home all those years.
“My parents fought. Houses are close together in the hood, and the goddamn neighbors were nosy. Satisfied?”
I struggle to get away. He releases me but dogs my steps down the rest of the stairs.
“Domestic abuse has been known to be the cause of PTSD for children in that situation. Aren’t you going to tell me what your triggers are, Keisha?”
I turn and push him so hard he falls back against the stairs. He grabs me and brings me with him as he falls taking the brunt of the impact, and we lay splayed on the stairs, a jumble of arms and legs together. I scramble to get up and off him, but Tristan holds me firm. I struggle, but he won’t let me go. He holds me with the strong band of one arm across my back and one large palm across my ass, and I feel that he’s aroused, and I’ll be damned if that doesn’t make me get wet on cue. I sag against him, betrayed again by my wanton body.
As I’m about to look into his eyes and acknowledge my defeat, I see the arrogant smirk on his face. He waggles his eyebrows. “Even now, you want me, don’t you, Baby?”
He laughs, and that ticks me off to the point that I seriously begin to fight him. Somehow, he maneuvers until he’s on top of me, prying my legs open with his knees and holding my arms down with his own. He kisses me in that way he has of exploring my mouth as if it’s some mysterious uncharted territory. I am not going to give up easily, so I fight him with everything in me, even as I kiss him back. Talk about conflicted in the extreme.
I fight him like Maria Bello fought Viggo Mortensen on the stairwell in the movie A History of Violence. Tristan anchors me with his mouth, and holds me down with his body while he takes a leisurely stroll over my flesh with his hands. He tweaks both my breasts until my nipples are hard enough to cut through the fabric of my clothes, then his hand moves over my torso to caress my stomach down to the apex of my legs where he finds my underwear drenched. He pulls his lips away for a moment, and his blue eyes bore into mine.
“Your body hasn’t decided it’s ready to leave me, yet,” he says and slips two fingers under the seat of my underwear and buries them in me to his knuckles.
“You—Ugh! Let me go.” I struggle in earnest again.

Keisha & Tristan Getting Busy
Tristan silences me with another kiss until I give in, stop struggling, and kiss him back with an urgency that is ridiculous given how hard I was fighting him just moments before. He rips my underwear down my legs, tearing them in the process, undoes his pants, and he’s inside me. All I can do is pull him down, and take all of him because that is what I want more than anything else. I am going to leave him later today, and I won’t be back. This will be our last good fuck—right here on his stairs, half-dressed, rutting like we didn’t just do this the night before.
Our breathing is ragged, almost savage as we strain into one another on the stairway. I can feel the carpet burning into my exposed flesh, but I don’t want him to stop. There is a dull ache inside me from the previous night’s activities. I don’t mention it, so Tristan shows no mercy. He gives it to me like he never has before, and I take it likewise. I will probably feel this for a couple of days, but that’s okay because afterwards, all I’ll have will be memories. I am going to miss the way he takes command of my body and makes me feel like my bones are going to liquefy. I give myself over to him, and it isn’t until after he’s orgasmed that I gasp in panic.
“Mrs. Naven . . .”
“Is visiting . . . family in Evanston . . .” He pants, and continues to thrust into me, stubbornly, his blue eyes boring into mine. “How . . . can you leave this . . . Keisha?”
“Watch me,” I say. I hold his gaze as long as I can until he exacts an orgasm from me as powerful as his own, his kiss stealing the scream that rips from my throat.
Tristan rolls us so his body isn’t pinning me to the stairs, but he doesn’t let me go. He holds me so fast and so close, the tears that have threatened begin to fall. I wrench away from him before he sees me, and stumble Mario Bello-style up the stairs to clean myself up.
“Please wait until morning to leave,” he says. “I’ll have Mrs. Naven pack your things, and Moses will deliver you home safely.”
When I get to the landing, I look back to see him still sprawled on the stairs, his eyes closed, practicing what looks like the breathing exercise my psychologist taught me. It takes everything in me to leave him there.