New Release: Torn by Brooklyn Knight

ABOUT THE BOOK

I did not tell her the truth about what I really am…

The circumstances surrounding our introduction are unimportant. The only thing that matters is that Sasha Wilcox is my mate and she belongs to me. A night of unbridled passion sealed the deal, but before I could tell her the truth, she was gone. Days have turned into weeks and there is no way I can be without her. I must find her and bring her back to me. No one will stand in my way, especially not the one man who thinks he can steal her from me, Stefan Miller.

I want him so badly, and I have no idea why…

The last thing I should be doing is thinking about Remi Moretti: the green-eyed Italian man who kidnapped me and held me hostage for three days in Tuscany. I want to say that I feared for my life while under his guard, but that would be a lie. The truth is, in a moment of… weakness, I gave my body to him. He set it on fire, but I escaped, and now I need to move on with my life with Stefan, a great guy, who will make a great boyfriend. But why do I crave Remi’s touch? Why do I smell his intoxicating essence every time I breathe? And why do I sense his presence, even though he’s in Italy, and I’m in Miami?

**READER ALERT**
This story contains extremely passionate and descriptive sex scenes. Not suitable for readers under the age of 18 years, or those who may be offended by somewhat graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. This story also contains scenes which include expletives. Brooklyn’s characters exhibit real emotions and desires, and though she is their creator, she is also very sensitive to their needs and wants, and works in partnership with them to create their unique HEAs.

Publication Date March 21, 2019
Series Alpha Series #1
Genre Multicultural & Interracial Romance, Paranormal Romance, Werewolf & Shifter Romance, Romance
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ABOUT BROOKLYN KNIGHT

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Brooklyn Knight is a romance enthusiast who lives in the island of Bermuda and has been writing stories since she was a little girl. Over the years, her gift for designing and bringing characters to life has evolved, and she enjoys creating vivid, memorable characters and unforgettable situations. Her characters are thought-provoking and evocative; and they will draw emotion out of you like water from a well.


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New Release: Trois by Brooklyn Knight

Trois is the exciting conclusion to Brooklyn Knight’s The French Connection series; A BWWM, Multicultural & Interracial Romance. It is currently on sale now in eBook and paperback format.


ABOUT THE BOOK

He has three days to save her…

Dylan Hamilton has waited two years for this day to arrive; the day when Laila Renaud will become his wife. But the morning after his nuptials, he awakens, drugged and confused, only to discover that she has been snatched from his bed. And according to the man who has taken her, he has a limited amount of time to get her back. The clock is ticking… When Stefan Miller finds three Italian gangsters sitting in his suite the morning after Dylan’s wedding, it’s confirmation that his worst fears have come true. His brother’s antics have finally caught up with him and everyone else, including his love-interest, Sasha, who has been held ransom. Now with the clock counting down, he and Dylan must come up with a plan to save the women from impending doom.

Theoretically, it’s a simple operation: Get Stefan’s brother! Engage Dylan’s mob-boss of a mother! Save the girls!

But the rescue effort doesn’t go as smoothly as planned, especially when the puzzle pieces of Dylan’s traumatic past begin to connect. And especially when Stefan discovers that Sasha has fallen under the curious spell of her green-eyed kidnapper.

Series The French Connection, Book 3 of 3

Publication Date January 4, 2019

Publisher Independently Published

Print Length 260 pages

Genres BWWM Romance, Multicultural & Interracial Romance, Contemporary Romance

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EXCERPT

Dylan
 
A persistent pounding on the door ripped me out of sleep. I stirred, extra groggy from the fact that Laila had interrupted my slumber to talk about my parents and the announcement of her pregnancy. Her questions about my mother and father had angered me, but I’d hidden it from her, but when she’d told me she was carrying our baby, any negative emotions I’d been harboring fled.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I reached over to the nightstand and gripped the clock, squinting. “It’s five-thirty,” I said to Laila. I reached over to pull her close, but when I realized the place in which she was laying was empty, my eyes popped open.

Bang! Bang!

“Lai…” I called into the darkness. My eyes shot to the en-suite bathroom, noticing the light bleeding from beneath the closed door.

Maybe she’d gotten up to use it. That was what happened to pregnant women. They peed more and they started throwing up. The sound of water running down the drain confirmed my suspicions.

The banging sounded again and I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, holding my head. That was when I realized the banging wasn’t only coming from the door. An aggressive thud was pounding against my brain, and I wondered what it could be from.

I looked at the empty glass on the night table and my brows drew. I turned to the door. “Who is it?” I shouted.

“Open the door, man!”

I stretched the tightness out of my limbs and made my way over, wondering what in the world would have Stefan so uptight and hammering my door down at such an ungodly hour.

“Lai,” I called again.

Still no answer.

I frowned, peeked through the peephole, and then stood back.

Stefan’s voice emitted from the other side of the barrier, and I couldn’t help but notice the alarmed edge in his tone.
I unlatched the door and ripped it open. Without hesitation, Stefan sprang inside, his eyes as wide as saucers.

“Stef, what the hell –”

“Where’s Laila?” He pushed past me and started searching the room as if he was looking for treasure.

I frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about, all the while, trying to ignore the throbbing in my head. “What do you mean, where’s Laila? She’s in the bathroom.”

Without saying anything, Stefan dashed for the bathroom and ripped at the door.

“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded rushing after him, I pulled him by the arm.

He ripped his arm away from me and glared at me. His eyes seeped with anger.

I grimaced. “What’s going on?” I demanded.

“Laila isn’t here,” he spat out.

My neck jerked forward. “Of course she is, she’s in the bathroom,” I reminded him. “She’s pregnant.”

Stefan rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and covered his face with his hands. “Jesus Christ…” he muttered.

“That’s not quite the response I was expecting,” I admitted trying to quell my frustration.

Stefan spun around and gripped me by the shoulders. “Dylan, Laila isn’t here,” he said again. Forcefully.

My body turned rigid. “What the hell do you mean –”

“Your boy, Anthony Moretti, the guy you told me not to worry about…”

He was talking, but I’d already ripped the bathroom door open, almost taking it off the hinges. I looked into the room, my eyes shifting frantically, searching for my wife who, true to Stefan’s word, was nowhere in sight. The only sign of movement was the water spilling from the gold faucet and disappearing down the drain.

My chest heaved and I stumbled until I had no choice but to lean over the basin. Water from the tap splashed onto me. Everything was spinning like it would in a funhouse, yet there was no doubt in my mind, I was in a house of goddamn horrors.

“Where’s my wife?” I gripped my temple before pulling myself away from the basin and storming through the Presidential Suite. I ransacked the place. I tore through every room, tossing the furniture like it was plastic. I marched out to the pool and scanned the area. With each examination, the fact that she was nowhere to be found pushed me further over the edge of sanity.

I screamed her name into the emptiness.

No answer.

Stefan paced the floors next to me. His hand was clasped over his mouth. His eyes were narrow with rage. “He took Sasha too,” he muttered.

I spun around to look at him. “Who took Sasha?”

Stefan turned his eyes on me. “Fucking Moretti.”

I looked at the carpet, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “How do you know this?”

“Because I woke up in the middle of the night to Moretti and his boys in my goddamn room, and that’s when he told me. Silas…”

“What the hell does he have to do with this? I swear to God, I’ll kill him!” I listened, my entire body shaking as Stefan revealed the things Moretti had told him. Then he handed me the man’s business card, his despicable name embossed and emboldened.

Three days.

Moretti was demanding that we came up with two million euros in three days.

An angry breath escaped my nose. “Fine,” I spat. “He wants it in three days, he’ll have it three hours.”

Stefan nodded, realizing that my transferring the funds into Moretti’s account was the only way to put a stop to what was happening.

I raced around the room, looking for my cell phone. After a few minutes, which felt like a few hours, I found it on the floor underneath shards of a vase I’d destroyed.
I instructed SIRI to call my accountant and waited, operating on threads of patience, for him to pick up.

It went to voicemail.

I cursed.

“What happened?” Stefan asked, dry-washing his hands.
I gripped my bottom lip between my teeth and didn’t respond. Instead, I called the number again, this time taking care to punch each digit in manually.

It rang six times before clicking over to voicemail. In a fit of rage, I pitched the phone across the room and took my sweaty hair into my hands.

“Fuck!” My voice almost made the Swarovski chandelier hanging above us to crash to the floor.

Stefan raked his hands through his afro and pulled out his own cell phone.

“Who are you calling?” I asked, shoving my hands on my hips.

“It sure as hell ain’t my investment banker,” he muttered. “The hell if I have two million goddamn euros sitting in an account.” He pressed the phone against his ear. “I’m calling my brother.”

“If you don’t have it, he sure as hell doesn’t,” I spat. My eyes burned and I rubbed them, trying to erase the sensation.
I needed to slow down.

I needed to calm down and think rationally.

Ma belle fille and Sasha had been abducted. I had no idea how it had happened or when. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized I couldn’t remember much of what had transpired over the course of maybe three or four hours.

Stefan turned away from me and I listened for a second as he threw a slew of curse words into the cell phone receiver.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to practice my solution-focused mantra, the one I used every day at my firm.

“I need to call Moretti,” I mumbled to myself. My cell phone, now shattered on the ground, would be of no use. I rushed to the landline on Laila’s side of the bed and tried to ignore my heart, crushing inside of my chest. I held the business card Stefan and given me and tried to steady my shaking hands as

I dialed the numbers.

Within seconds, Moretti answered.

I dropped onto the bed and pressed the phone hard against my ear. “Tell me this is a fucking joke!” I shouted into the phone.

“Dylan Hamilton.” The sound of his vocals made me want to spit.

“Where is my goddamn wife?” He’d barely finished his greeting before I was barking the demand. “I swear to God, I’m two seconds away from alerting INTERPOL. They’ll have you apprehended and your ass will be in jail quicker than you can fucking blink!”

“A few things,” Moretti responded casually. “INTERPOL is not a threat to me. Yes, I have been barred from various jurisdictions, but that does not inhibit my movements. Surely, you are aware of this. Secondly, if I were you, I would think long and hard about alerting anybody about anything. Your precious wife and her friend would be dead before the authorities ever caught up with me and my men. And thirdly…” he sighed. “You should practice being less emotional. You are a savvy business tycoon who cuts million-dollar deals by the hour. You, of all people should know that emotion has no place when it comes to business. Let us talk like the adults that we are.”

I gritted my teeth and tried to settle myself as best I could. In some ways he was right. My only concern was getting my wife and Sasha back. If that meant playing Moretti’s sick game, I should at least hear the rules.


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ABOUT BROOKLYN KNIGHT

Brooklyn Knight is a romance enthusiast who lives in the island of Bermuda and has been writing stories since she was a little girl. Over the years, her gift for designing and bringing characters to life has evolved, and she enjoys creating vivid, memorable characters and unforgettable situations. Her characters are thought-provoking and evocative; and they will draw emotion out of you like water from a well.

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Coming soon: Earned by the Billionaire 2 by Shani Greene-Dowdell

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Title: Earned by the Billionaire 2

Author: Shani Greene-Dowdell

Genre: IR Romance

Publication Date: 2 March 2018

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER

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SYNOPSIS

Pamelon Jackson
I had a full-blown love affair with Lyle Walker when I was in high school. It was just a puppy love that turned out to be one-sided with me being on the wrong side of the coin. Somewhere deep inside of me I felt he loved me. There was something in his eyes that told what he wasn’t ready to share with the world. None of that matters now. Our love is lost and cannot be earned again.

Lyle Walker
By ruining her, I became undone. When Nate asked me why Pamelon was following me around senior year, I should have punched him in the jaw. It was a sad existence to love her and not have the nerve to show it because I was worried about what everyone would say, especially my parents. That was the boy Lyle Walker. Not the full-blooded man, ready to do whatever it takes to earn my woman back, including opening the vaults to my bank and my heart.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Shani Greene-Dowdell

Screen Shot 2018-02-12 at 10.31.08Shani Greene-Dowdell is a wife, mother of three, grandmother to two awesome tots, and has worked 18 years as a medical transcriptionist. Shani enjoys weaving words of romantic fiction and suspense and has written her way into a new reality as a full-time writer. It all started with a Black Expressions subscription back in 2004. Shani burst open the first shipment like it was Christmas Eve and soaked in the soulful and riveting stories of Kimberla Lawson, Eric Jerome Dickey, Carl Weber, Zane, Darrien Lee, and too many other greats to name. Inside of great storylines is where her zest for storytelling was born. She completed her first book, Keepin’ It Tight, and self-published it in 2007. To date, Shani has 20 books to her credit in Interracial Romance, Erotica, and Urban genres.

CONTACT

You can find Shani Greene-Dowdell at her website: www.shanigreenedowdell.com or email her anytime to chat books at shanibooks@gmail.com.

Review: Something Old by Lena Hart

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I am a sucker for small-town romances and that’s exactly what you get in Something Old, the first book of Lena Hart’s Brides of Cedar Bend series. Mya and Guy are about to reunite, but it doesn’t go the way Mya had hoped. Which shouldn’t have been that big of a surprise when she left him on their wedding night–even if her reasons for leaving made sense–she was grieving the untimely death of her father and she felt cornered, even if she loved Guy more than she loved life itself. Now two years have passed and she’s back–but can she convince Guy to pick up where they left off?

Something Old is a second chance at love story that revolves around two very stubborn people. Both Mya and Guy want things their way–she wants him to forgive and forget (and I think she expects it a little too easily considering what happened) and Guy wishes she’d leave again so he could get on with his life without her (even though we all know that isn’t what he really wants at all). It’s fun and frustrating watching the two of them, especially when it’s obvious that they both love one another. I really enjoyed this story–my only complaints are that Guy gave in a little too easily for me–he should have made Mya work harder to win his trust and forgiveness again–and Mya’s reasons for staying away as long as she did didn’t really feel convincing. Still, they were fated to be together and their love story was charming.

Highly recommended!

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Release Day Blitz: Matt & Brooklyn by Raven St. Pierre

Title: Matt & Brooklyn
Author: Raven St. Pierre
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance, Interracial Romance
Synopsis:
She tells herself he’s just a friend, but in her heart he’s so much more…
Matteo Valente is an up-and-coming filmmaker whose award-winning documentary put him on the map two short years ago. It was that very documentary that also led him to the beautiful, intriguingly elusive Brooklyn James. From the moment he laid eyes on her through the lens of his camera, he couldn’t shake the feeling that their meeting was no mistake. Their connection was instant, but Brook has been hell-bent on keeping him in the dreaded “friend zone” while she chases after her own dream.
When Matt pays a surprise visit to Brook the day she graduates with her master’s degree, she is forced to take a second look. “Come with me” were not the words she expected to hear as Matt prepared to leave town again. The invitation to spend a week in L.A. left her breathless, but there were so many reasons to turn him down; so many scenarios that could ruin their close friendship, but… at the risk of regretting it later… she said yes.
“Matt & Brooklyn” is the second STANDALONE in the “Again for the First Time” family saga.


Raven is the author of several interracial and African-American romances, including her debut series, Free Falling (books 1 – 3.5), Again for the First Time, Red Sun, Only Love (co-authored with Victoria H. Smith), and Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. To learn more about Raven’s upcoming works, there are a number of ways to find her and to stay in touch!Author Links:



Blog Tour: Same Time Next Week by DL White

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Same Time Next Week Blurb
From the author of ANONYMOUS and Brunch at Ruby’s comes a decadent, sexy, indulgent Interracial Romance. 

In a past life, Jackson Sweeney, child star and former member of award-winning male vocal group ‘Boy Wonder’, was more rich and famous than he’d ever imagined he could be. But that was then. Now he’s returning home to Orlando to take on a new job– Music Director to rock’s reigning Prince, Rod Phillips. On an early morning shopping trip, he meets a disheveled insomniac named Shelby. 

Shelby Morris is a troubled young woman in hiding and on the run. Her past involves a fiery accident, a murder accusation and an escape from Miami in the dead of night. She doesn’t sleep, so she wanders until dawn. On a warm twilight morning, she happens upon music’s most eligible bachelor at the grocery store. 

Sparks fly, especially the next morning when they accidentally-on-purpose meet up again. After a flirty first date, they decide to meet up again the next week. And the next. And the next. Soon, Thursdays come to mean decadent chocolate cake, sweet red wine and two bodies intertwined.

Every attempt to get to know this beautiful, mysterious woman is rebuffed; Shelby is cagey, full of secrets that can’t be pried from her. Jackson can’t risk another relationship where he gives more than he gets… but Thursdays have become a habit that his body can’t do without.

 Eight seconds turn Shelby’s life on end, luring an old enemy from the shadows. Jackson is poised to learn more than she ever wanted him to know about the woman she used to be. And this time, her mistakes could hurt someone she’s come to love. 

This summer, Thursdays will never be the same…

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Excerpt

The cage of the grocery cart rattled on wobbly wheels as he slowly pushed it up one aisle and down another. Jackson wasn’t much of a cook but he could make easy dishes if the directions were clear. He loved those one box meals– pour it in a pan, shove it in the oven. Warm up some rolls and there you have it. It was nothing fancy, but it was dinner. And if he couldn’t stop by a Taqueria in the middle of the night and get a burrito, the least he could do was have something easy to make and warm up when he got home.

It was going to be a long year.

The store was virtually empty; a few cashiers, an overnight manager who didn’t even look up when he walked past the Customer Service counter, stock boys refilling shelves and maintenance gliding over the floors with dust mops, emptying garbage cans, washing windows. It seemed like a peaceful job, if you were a night owl. Not a lot of people around to bug you, pretty much the same deal, night after night after night. Maybe, when he was done with all of this music industry business, he could retire and work at a grocery store, and work overnights, and make it his job to see that the windows sparkled, and the floors were clean, and the shelves were stocked.

Yeah, right.

Jackson heard the front doors slide open and then close again. Someone else liked shopping at 4 AM, it seemed. He’d made his way around most of the store, his cart only half full of boxed food, cereal, milk and bottled water. He stopped at the vitamin section, overwhelmed with all of his choices—One-A-Day for Men, One-A-Day for Energy, Vitamins added C, D, and E…
He pushed his cart, steering it toward the next aisle. With a loud rattle and the vibrant clang of steel on steel, he collided with something he couldn’t see around the bend.

“Sorry, sorry. My fault.”

“It’s okay,” said a female voice from around the corner. “I’m sort of not paying attention, either.”

His cart wouldn’t pull back for some reason, no matter how hard he pulled, so he had to walk around and inspect the wheels. As he expected, he’d rammed the other cart so hard that the wheels rode up and got caught in the rungs at the bottom of the other cart. The harder he pulled, the more he was melding them together.

“Uhm. Our carts seem to be uh… intertwined, here.” Jackson bent and pushed and pulled and tipped and twisted, and finally they came apart, rolling away like they couldn’t stand to be near each other.

“Thanks. Sorry, I guess I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Jackson stood, wiping oil and dirt off of his hands onto his jeans, reaching out for his cart before it knocked boxes off of the shelves. He redirected it and lifted raised his face to hers. “No problem. It was my fault, anyway.”

She smiled back and for a millisecond everything was fine. And then he saw it, in her eyes. Recognition. That look that women got when they realized who was standing in front of them, that split second of trying to decide if they should freak out or play it cool, say something or let it go, ask for a picture or an autograph and a serenade, or respect his privacy.

“Well, it was nice running into you,” she said, her smile a little wider.  She had a dimple. It was cute. She was cute, despite a half up, half down messy pony tail and an inside out t-shirt. Her eyes were red-rimmed, though and she looked tired. “Maybe we’ll do it again sometime.” She was going with playing it cool. Good choice.

“Sure,” he said with a chuckle. “Anytime you’re out shopping at five in the morning, I’m game.”

“It’s a date. Well… I’ll let you get back to your… shopping.”

He watched her back up and steer her cart around him, on her own trek through the store. He might be missing Kim but he was still a man with a libido and still knew what a pretty woman looked like. He could only imagine how she looked when she tried.
He poked his head around an end cap that boasted 50% off of Flintstone Vitamins, Bayer Aspirin, and Calamine lotion and watched her walk toward the frozen food section. His eyes fixed on two perfectly formed cheeks, hugged and outlined by the fabric of her yoga pants as they moved with her slow, sexy sway across the dull linoleum. His eyes roved up her body quickly before she could move out of his line of sight to her thin waist, slight shoulders and long neck. He wished he’d paid more attention to the front of her, but the back of her wasn’t a bad view at all.

She turned her head as she was about to go down an aisle. He quickly ducked back behind the end cap. Flushed and embarrassed, he pulled his cart down his own aisle and headed toward checkout. Praying she hadn’t seen him leering at her like a creepy old man.

But afraid that she had.

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Author DL White

About the Author DL White

As the daughter of a serviceman, I am formerly from all over the place; however I have lived in the grandest city in the south, Atlanta GA, since early 2003. I’m a northwestern girl at heart but I think I’ve finally got this southern thing down… the tea is sweet and the fish come with grits!

I’m a lover of technology, a fan of brunch and am seriously addicted to coffee. I am hardly ever serious and ridiculously sarcastic. I devour books (and Skittles) and have been blogging my thoughts on books and writing at TheSweetEscape.net since 2009.

I previously released a short story entitled ANONYMOUS in December 2014 and my first full length novel, Brunch at Ruby’s, was published in March of 2015. I have been writing for most of my life but began seriously pursuing a writing career in 2009. More than four years later, I’m loving my experience as an Independent author and I hope to be able to provide more good reads for those that enjoy them!
For more information about me or my writing, I’m a click away! Find me online at:

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OTHER TITLES BY THIS AUTHOR

ANONYMOUS, a Short Story
Brunch at Ruby’s

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Getting to know Noelle Black

Back in December I read a review of Noelle Black’s novella, Addicted Allison, and it intrigued me. It sounded exactly like my cuppa tea–a sexy story about a Black woman having an adventure and owning her sexuality. I tracked it down for my Kindle and I wasn’t disappointed. Once I finished reading it, I came into contact with Noelle Black, the talented author behind Addicted Allison, and convinced her to do an interview for my Getting to Know…series. So lean back, relax…and get to know Noelle Black.

Addicted_Allison_CoverWhat made you leave the US for Europe? Do you think you’ll stay in Europe or do you have plans of moving back to the US?

I left the US in 2006. My company had a contract position in the Greater London area. I applied for the position on a total whim, before then I didn’t have any intentions of leaving the US for more than 1 week at a time. Moving abroad permanently was so far from my mind but I ended up working in London for three years. When my contract was up, I wasn’t ready to move back to the States.
I appreciated the ease and affordability of travel in Europe as well as the work life balance. I was also deeply in love with a Scandinavian man at the time (my daughter’s father) and I didn’t want my time here to end. I made efforts to find a job in Europe and landed in Germany. I live in Berlin with my two-year-old daughter where I have a part- time job as a project manager and write in the evenings while she sleeps. I have no immediate plans on moving back to the States. I simply can’t hang with the standard two weeks vacation, paying for health care, relying on a vehicle and all the associate cost and the almost archaic parental benefits structure of a first world country. Germany is home for the foreseeable future.

How did you first begin writing Addicted Allison? Were you in a writers’ group or did you write on your own?

Totally wrote it on my own. I was inspired by the recent leaks celebrity nudes and the rise of revenge porn sites. I knew I wanted to write about a woman being slut shamed and being a victim of revenge porn, the story evolved from there. I gave myself a deadline as I wanted to have it on Amazon for Christmas. It took me a little more than 30 days to write it, despite laptop issues and a toddler who refused to go to bed at night. I would write from around 9 pm to 2 am each night. I had a good friend edit and proofread for me as well as check for inconsistencies in the story. I had another friend, give me pointers on self publishing and writing resources. I would have not completed the book with those two amazing women. They really encouraged me to finish.

One of the things that I loved about Addicted Allison was that so much of the story felt so authentic and reflected the realities of being a curvy black woman abroad. Did you use your own personal experiences as inspiration for Allison’s life?
Yes and no. Haha. I think when you write erotica, it is hard for people to separate your art and what they know of you personally as an individual. It is part of the reason why I write under a pen name, to isolate this brand from any other literature I have out there and as a figurative delineation.

Allison and I are similar in some ways and totally different in others. I am a full-figured natural Black woman who lives in Europe. I have had some amazing experiences with lovers while I traveled and her college relationship was very similar to my own. I have been in relationships with men who hid their love for fat women and some outright chubby chasers. I think I pulled so much from my personal life in the character development because I had limited time to complete the book. If I had more time I would have had the luxury of creating an entire universe totally different than my own. I didn’t have to research much because Allison and I share the same social position and are compared to the same standards of beauty and sexual expression as fat women of color.

I can say all the men in the book have been inspired by real life men. Stefano’s demeanor and ticks are based on a man I see fairly often. I would die if he knew what sexual proclivities I assigned him because I have no idea what he is into. I don’t even think of him in a sexual way! He is slight with freakishly small hands, but he has a certain swagger about him. Matthias is a culmination of men I have known/dated. I once was in love with a man who carried around the “shame” of adoring fat women like some sort of burden. He described breaking the news of his sexual preferences to his peers and family. He expected a sort of rejection and described it as living in the closet. I always found this peculiar, that he somehow thought loving a fat woman was more challenging than BEING an actual fat woman.

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If Addicted Allison were a movie, who would be in your dream cast?
Well I would play Allison, cause I want to have play-sex with Alexander Skarsgård, who I think would be the perfect Matthias. I also can’t think of any Black, plus size actresses who sport natural hair. It was really important for me that she be the antithesis of every sexual being I have seen in pop culture so far. She isn’t a white virgin on the path to discovering her inner goddess. Allison is a powerful black woman with a head full of coils who discovered what she desired in and out of the bedroom a long time ago.

Which books are on your To Be Read List?
Would you judge me if I told you I am not that big of a reader? I used to be, before my kid. These days I enjoy quick reads and the occasional long read online. I enjoy anything about female empowerment and sexual agency. I have heard good things about a book by Kristin Newman titled What I Was doing While You Were Breeding. It combines sex and travel, two of my favorite hobbies. Then again I am tired of the same old Eat Pray Love narrative by privileged women talking about their freedoms that aren’t necessarily extended to me as a woman of color.

How would you describe your writing process? Are you very structured or do you write by the seat of your pants?
I am structured with a twist. I start with a general plot and then the outline. I write summaries of what I want to happen to the character or how I want the story to develop in each chapter. I then go back and fill it in, starting with the easiest bits for me to write first. I find writing conflict difficult because I want the dialog to be realistic, so I tend to write that last.
Writing the flashback of the man with the baggy condoms went really fast for me, just because I found it entertaining to write and I think everyone has a story or two about a guy who overestimated his own endowments.

What advice would you give to any novice writers who are interested in writing erotic romance or erotica?
It’s advice I need to follow, you definitely have to market your book and find a way to stick out. The market is so overly saturated with tons of books, I have no idea how many are published weekly on Amazon but I am sure it’s significant.

Find a mentor or writing coach, someone to encourage you or bat ideas back and forth.

Google is your friend, you don’t have to be a sex dynamo to write sex scenes, I’m not. I read lots of message boards and Cosmo articles as research for certain sex acts. Also sex is just a piece of your story. Lots of my reviewers comment on how the book is intelligently written and they appreciated the plot. Of course there are people who just want to read about T&A but I think there are also people who like a side of humor and brains with their smut.

Author Noelle Black

Author Noelle Black

When you were writing Addicted Allison, did you have a playlist of music to inspire you? Could you share it with us?

I listened to a lot of Thom Yorke, Radiohead, PJ Harvey and Bjork while I wrote the book.

What other books or projects have you got in the pipeline?

Keep in mind my pipeline is long. I have so many irons in the fire, I have no idea when projects will come out the other end. I have some Sci-Fi stories that I am working on, those will be full length novels. I really grand ideas that I am developing, I’m a pretty big geek at heart. I also have some other short story ideas about plus size cam girls that will have a tie in to Allison’s story. I hope to have a portfolio of books with plus size Black women as the main character.

You teased us with an open-ended ending to Addicted Allison. What’s next for Allison and her Swede?

I struggle between writing a happily ever after or dissolving the relationship and setting Allison on a new journey. I do not want to make interracial relationships glamorous or issue free, they aren’t. I also don’t want to make life in Europe look like it’s worry free, cause it isn’t. Relationships, regardless of the color/culture of the couple have both positive and negative dynamics.

To make our couple ride off into the sunset would be expected, on the other hand, to destroy a relationship that is hardly seen in mainstream culture (fat woman with conventionally attractive man or worldly Black American woman with a Swedish hottie) is kind of a crummy thing for me to do as an author. Why can’t fat black girls have nice things? I am very torn which only delays the progress of the book.

I can promise the second book will be longer than the first. Readers were a bit annoyed it was so short. I can guarantee that Alison will have more mind-blowing sex and more drama.

Also Matthias’s past is a bit dark which I hinted at in the first book. In his quest for fulfilling his desires, he ventured into some sketchy activities which when revealed to the reader may not sit well with them. He is a good guy at the end of the day, but “good guys” are still capable of doing selfish and sometimes hurtful things.

Addicted Allison is available exclusively for Kindle.

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Snowbound is now live for NOOK, Kobo and iBooks!

Image, snowbound, coverYay! Snowbound is now available for Kobo, NOOK and iBooks Store via iTunes. Still waiting for word when it will be available via Sony Bookstore for the Sony reader, but at least my novel is available for more readers than just Kindle (even if Kindle is my reader of choice).

So now Snowbound is available for just about everyone and I couldn’t be happier. Now I just hope that everyone will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Coming soon? Another novel. I have a few in line, just waiting for final tweaks. 🙂

Happy reading (and writing) and thanks so much for all of your support!

Snowbound now available for Kindle

dfw-kg-sb-cover-2-smallJust a quickie to let you know that Snowbound is now available for Kindle! 😀

If you live in the US, get it here. UK readers can get it here.

Nook readers, you’ll have to wait a bit longer–around 2 weeks–since BN isn’t as quick about delivering. Not sure why.

You could always download the free Kindle app and read it on your tablet, phone or computer. 🙂

Hope you enjoy reading Snowbound! If you do, please write a review and/or drop a line and let me know.

Happy reading (and writing)!