New Release – EXIT STRATEGY – Follow-up to 50SoJF Is Here! ~ #OCT #EroticRomance #50SoJF #ASMSG

I could say a lot of flowery things right now, and I could wax on forever about the difficulties faced in getting this book to you, but I won’t. I’m just going to say, finally, and without further ado, I give you: EXIT STRATEGY!!!!!

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Cover Design by:

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Photo Credits:

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Vintage Carriage Return © Editorial via Dreamstime.com

BUY LINKS for Exit Strategy:

Amazon , B&N , Smashwords

Author L.V. Lewis revisits the world of Keisha Beale and Tristan White from her Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever in Exit Strategy!

summary (1)

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 a former sub 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 arrangement 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.

Master w Whip

L. V. Lewis doesn’t have the financial means of Tristan White, but she wouldn’t want readers to go away from this new release empty handed, so she’s giving all readers the chance to win some fabulous prizes.

This time there are too many to list, but you can read the list and “Like” or “Follow” the Authors participating in my Release Day to enter the attached rafflecopter giveaway!

Giveaway Time

The giveaway will run from now until November 28, so like and follow my friends, then tweet about the giveaway daily to increase your odds of winning!

The giveaway will run from October 29th – November 28th.

During the week of October 29th – November 5th, Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever will be on sale for $.99!

DISCLAIMER:  If for some reason the book doesn’t load on all the platforms by the release date, this will be due to circumstances beyond my control. I apologize in advance for any snafus that might occur.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

L. V. Lewis has one foot in South Georgia and the other in North Florida. She’s been blessed with a husband who’s put up with her for a lot of years and has given birth to four children, two of whom she has raised to adulthood and one to near adulthood. She delights in her almost empty nest status so much that she writes the kinkiest novels she can conjure up.

L. V. Lewis’s Exhaustive List of Contact Info:

 Email: lv.lewis148@gmail.com

 GoodReadsTwitterFacebookThe Block, & Pinterest

L. V. Lewis’s Buy Links for Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fifty-shades-of-jungle-fever-l-v-lewis/1113713451?ean=2940016251004

http://www.amazon.com/Shades-Jungle-Romance-Quadrilogy-ebook/dp/B009ZL7DJQ

http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/fifty-shades-of-jungle-fever

http://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=Fifty+Shades+of+Jungle+Fever&adult=on

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/fifty-shades-of-jungle-fever/id675824660?mt=11

https://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/l-v-lewis/fifty-shades-of-jungle-fever/_/R-400000000000000964102

Cover Reveal – Exit Strategy – Book 2 #50SoJF #OCT #EROTICROMANCE #ASMSG #10/29Release

Author L.V. Lewis revisits the world of Keisha Beale and Tristan White from her Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever in a the soon to be released Exit Strategy!

summary (1)

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 a former sub derail their tenuous arrangement?

Master w Whip

L. V. Lewis doesn’t have the means of Tristan White, but she wouldn’t want readers to go away from this cover reveal empty handed, so she’s giving all viewers the chance to win one of the following three prizes (1) Kindle (2) $50 gift card (from either Amazon, B&N, or iTunes), 3) Signed Personalized copies of Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever and Exit Strategy.

The giveaway below will run from October 22nd – November 15th. 

Prizes will be awarded in Mid November.

During the week of October 29th – November 5th, Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever will be on sale for $.99!

 

DISCLAIMER:  If for some reason the book doesn’t load on all the platforms by the release date, this will be due to circumstances beyond my control. I apologize in advance for any snafus that might occur.

cover-reveal

So without further ado, here’s the fabulous new cover of Exit Strategy!

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Cover Design by:

CoverMeCreative.com by © krischarbonneau@yahoo.com

 

Cover Me Creative

Photo Credits:

Cover Image – Passion © Chris Schmidt – Track5 Photography via iStockPhoto.com

Vintage Carriage Return © Editorial via Dreamstime.com

About The Author

Ecover2_ExitStrategy_LVLEWISL. V. Lewis has one foot in South Georgia and the other in North Florida. She’s been blessed with a husband who’s put up with her for a lot of years and has given birth to four children, two of whom she has raised to adulthood and one to near adulthood. She delights in her almost empty nest status so much that she writes the kinkiest novels she can conjure up.

L. V. Lewis’s Exhaustive List of Contact Info:

 Email: lv.lewis148@gmail.com

 GoodReadsTwitterFacebookThe Block, & Pinterest

50 Shades of Jungle Fever Buy Links:

Amazon E-Book, Amazon Audiobook, B&N, iTunes, Kobo, Smashwords, Sony

Giveaway Time

IR/MC MARCH MADNESS SALE!

Book Cover onlyAs most of you know, I’m slugging away trying to get book two of the Ghetto Girl Romance Quadrilogy, “Exit Strategy,” to press. I won’t even go into the snags I’ve experienced trying to get this done, because most of you have heard ALL of them.

My focus now is on getting the thing done, so in the mean time, in between times, I’m putting book one on SALE with a small group of Interracial/Multicultural Romance authors whom I like very much. So here’s your chance to try a new author or grab something cheap of some good quality fiction.

Between today, March 8th through Sunday, March 10th, our books will be offered for the following prices:

From Melissa BlueEverything He Dreamed$2.99 $0.99

From Holley Trent: The Problem With Paddy, Shrew and Co. No. 1, $1.99 $0.99

From Ambrielle KirkWolf’s Promise (Caedmon Wolves), $3.99 $1.99

And From Yours Truly LV LewisFifty Shades of Jungle Fever$2.99 $1.49

There you have it folks. This weekend only, these titles are on sale at Amazon (and Barnes and Noble for some)! Get them, because on Monday, the prices will creep back up.

There’s something for everyone: magical realism, humor, hot shapeshifters, and, oh, you know. Sex.

Sounds like a good weekend to me.

IRMC Romance March Madness Sale

Want To Read “Exit Strategy” Chapter One In Its Entirety?

Keisha At The Condo

Sometimes my mind goes on a tangent and I actually visualize my characters doing the mundane things that real people do on weekends. For instance, I can see Keisha sometimes with startling clarity, hanging out at Tristan’s condo on one of their role-play weekends. One of my readers submitted the photo above in my characters’ hangout page on Facebook:  “Keisha and Jada From The Block.” If you haven’t joined this page, you really should, because we’re going to have some fun in that little hangout (join here). Chapter One of “Exit Strategy” is posted there in its entirety for your reading pleasure 🙂

Tristan Watiting for Keisha

Right now I’m not doing much except posting excerpts there, but eventually I want to have discussions about the books there, role-play fantasies for readers, and every manner of fun we can conjure up to keep you engaged as I finish this series.

Just as I have envisioned Keisha hanging out at the condo, I’ve seen Tristan, too. Mind you, the visions I get of him are always more risque. I guess it has something to do with the fact that I created him, so I get to see him in any stage of dress or undress I’d like! LOL

So, go read Chapter One of  “Exit Strategy,” and tell me what you think. READ

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.

An Excerpt From Book 2 – In Celebration of 100+ Reviews

Keisha & Tristan Getting BusyFirst, let me apologize, readers, for allowing this milestone to slip by without commemorating it on the day it actually happened. Yes, I now am officially over the 100 review mark on Amazon, but I’m still chipping away on GoodReads (I’m about 21 ratings short, and 61 reviews short).

I’d anticipated providing a bit of a sneak peek of the, as yet unnamed, second book in the quadrilogy to celebrate, but between traveling around the holidays and coming back to a very labor-intensive work schedule on my day job, I’ve had to let some things go. Because writing daily on the second book isn’t one of those things, sadly my promos and engagement with you on the social networks have truly suffered. It is my hope that this sneak peek of a scene in book two (between Tristan and Nate after Keisha leaves) will give you enough inspiration to send all your special thoughts and positive energy my way, so I can get this baby done!

Disclaimer: This has not been edited, so forgive any grammar, punctuation faux pas, and if this scene in its current form doesn’t survive the editor’s pen.

So without further ado, here’s the set-up: After Keisha packs her things and leaves, Tristan goes into his gym to work off some steam. He’s rather over-zealous and trashes a couple pieces of gym equipment in the process. He’s forgotten that Nathan comes by every Saturday he doesn’t have an away game for their fencing match. His brother finds him collapsed on the gym floor watching the sand cascade out of a heavy bag:

Chapter 2 – Book 2,  Excerpt

Nathan is half-way across the gym floor when he sees Tristan’s expression and visually recoils.

“I’ve only seen that look on your face twice,” Nate says. “When Mom died, and after Aimee’s accident. What’s up?” He’s in his fencing whites, clearly having expected they would have their standing Saturday morning match since he wasn’t on the road.

“Nothing to the tune of those tragedies,” Tristan says, swallowing a bolus of denial. He stands up, glowering at his brother.

Nathan finally sees his hands. “Whoa. What the fuck? Tristan, you’d better clean that shit before it gets infected.”

When Tristan doesn’t move, Nathan sets his gear on the floor against the wall and grabs some peroxide, Neosporin and gauze off a shelf in a cabinet below the wet bar. “Plant your ass on this bench over here.”

Tristan gives Nate a baleful glare, but does as he says. Nate sits beside him, takes Tristan’s hands and quickly cleans them with the peroxide, applies the antibiotic and begins to wrap his hands to absorb the blood seeping from his thoroughly bruised knuckles.

Nate breaks the silence sooner than Tristan anticipates. “So, you want to tell me what’s got you beating the hell out of your gym equipment?”

“I’ve got to find another goddamn submissive,” Tristan says. “And I don’t have time for this shit. I’m leaving for Hong Kong next week.”

“Then why’d you end it now?” Nate finishes off the first wrap, secures it and begins on the next one.

Tristan contemplates letting him believe he ended the arrangement, but Keisha’s roommate is Nate’s submissive so that won’t fly. “I didn’t end it she safeworded.”

“No way! Jada says her roommate was really into your buttoned-down ass. How’d you let this shit happen?”

“I didn’t let anything happen. She started having anxiety attacks in the role-play room. It frightened her. I tried to get her to stay so we could work it out, but there was nothing I could do to convince her.”

“There is something you could’ve done.”

“Enlighten me.”

“You could’ve given her some hope.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You always follow the letter of the contract with your submissives, and you tell them up front it’ll never amount to anything more. Mine have stayed longer because they’ve believed, however, erroneously in most cases, that the relationship could eventually be more. Didn’t that shit that went down with Aimee teach you anything?”

Tristan jerks his hand away and clamps it around Nathan’s throat. His hand hurts like a bitch, and even more so when Nathan pries it away, grips the sore hand and squeezes it mercilessly for good measure. It’s like they’re ten-fucking-years-old again and squabbling like they did all the time.

Tristan and Nathan - 10 Years Old

“Fuck!” Tristan yells, and wrenches his hand away, scowling.

“Stop bitching and left me finish this.” Nathan reaches in and finishes the wrap. “There.”

Tristan eyes the gauze already soaked through on the hand Nate squeezed. “I knew I should’ve called Angel to do this. You don’t have a goddamn clue about ‘first do no harm.’”

Nate looks at the sad deflated speed ball, and the heavy bag still dripping sand. “This from a guy who just took out his frustration on his gym equipment? Dude, you better get Keisha back, because I don’t think your gym, or a new submissive can survive you going back to being the asshole you were after Aimee.”

Tristan stands and stalks away, throwing as much vitriol as he can into three parting words over his shoulder. “Fuck you, Nathan.”