Sunday, October 5, 2014

Nevaeh's Writing Week!


The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.
-Ernest Hemingway

Since day one, Celeste Logan has had a string of bad luck—no, scratch that.  Her past is so tragic, anyone would think she’s been irrevocably cursed.  But this is no paranormal story…it’s her real f*cking life.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad. In fact, there are people in her life who make it worth living.  Though the past will never be completely forgotten, she has moved on and beat the hell out of the statistics.  But just when it seems things are about as good as they’re going to get, disaster strikes—again.

Can what’s broken be fixed this time, or was she ever fully mended in the first place? And will the past catch up to her, or is the present what Celeste should fear most?


***This contemporary romance novel contains adult subject matter. Not intended for young readers.

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So if you happen to be wondering what book that synopsis belongs to, it's my solo debut, Defying All Odds.  The cover will be revealed on Thursday, October 30th, and in the meantime, feel free to add to your undoubtedly extensive TBR list:


This week I will focus on writing and just wanted to let y'all know so you didn't think I dropped off the face of the earth. I hope you have a wonderful weeks and crossing fingers that mine is productive!   

:) Nevaeh



Thursday, October 2, 2014

"The Way We Were" (Book #4 in Love, Life, & Happiness series) by Sheena Binkley [Book Excerpt]



Monica: 


I'd always been unlucky with love. No matter how much I've tried to experience it, something always happens to make me turn away. When I was with Donnell Patterson, I believed I finally had a chance at it, but I ended up destroying it by being selfish. Now, I have a second chance with Zack Hall. He’s a woman’s dream – smart, generous, and sexy as hell. But now that I’m with someone else, why does Donnell keep coming back into my thoughts? Should I let go of the past, and start with someone new, or go back to the person that I’ve always considered my one true love? 



Donnell: 



Monica Taylor and I have had our shares of ups and downs. Honestly, we had more downs than ups. But no matter what we did to each other, we always found our way back to each other; but she did the unthinkable when she tried to hook up with Marcus Walker. Now, I’m with someone new, who makes me really happy. Dominique Sawyer is amazing; not only is she smart and beautiful, but she's also drama-free. But if she’s so perfect, why do I keep thinking about the person who has continuously broke my heart? 

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Excerpt


August, 2012

“I can’t believe you dragged me out tonight.” 
“Why not? This is the last night before our classes start, so of course I’m going to have some fun.”
I glared at my friend, Cassandra Morris, and sighed. Figured she would, considering she never cared about school anyway. She was just attending college to get away from her parents.
I sighed; I had been away from my family for a week now, and I was already homesick. If I was feeling like this now, I probably wouldn't even survive the semester. When I applied to Shaw, I only did so because it was an hour away from home, just in case I wanted to leave and go to a school in Houston. But I made up my mind to actually enjoy the time I had here, so I planned to; I hoped.
Cassandra looked at me. “Stop being a Debbie Downer. You’re going to have fun tonight. You might even meet a fine man to talk to.”
“I doubt it.” I sighed.
Since I’d known her, I realized that men were Cassandra’s weakness. She never cared about anything else. I hope I don’t fall into that trap. I’ve been boyfriend-free for the past three months, mainly because of what happened with the guy I'd been seeing, Jason Hardaway. I still can’t believe he had been cheating on me with my friend’s cousin. He’d been seeing the both of us for months. And to think, I wanted to be friends with her. Well, that ship has sailed.
“I have been thinking, though. I’m giving myself this semester to stay in school; if I don’t like it, I’ll leave to travel the world.”
I shook my head at Cassandra. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, why not. We only live once, so we might as well enjoy the time we have. You know I’m not the school type. I barely passed high school, so why would I want to continue with college?”
“Do your parents know?”
“No, but they’ll know once they receive the credit card statement for the tickets I purchase.”
I rolled my eyes. This girl is hopeless.
She pulled into a parking spot at the club, and we got out of the car. I looked around; getting a little excited at the idea I was at a club near the college town. Maybe Cassandra was right; I might actually meet someone tonight.
After the bouncer checked our IDs, we were inside. The place was packed as I tried to get through a couple who were slow grinding on each other. I turned up my nose. With the way they were moving, they might as well just take their clothes off and have sex on the dance floor.
Cassandra smiled. “Now, I don’t know why you’re making that face. You’re not that innocent, Monica.”
“I think there are some things that should be left in the bedroom.”
“If you insist.”
I looked over near the bar and saw a couple of guys talking. I continued staring at one, and he was now looking directly at me. Cassandra looked over at him and smiled.
“Hmm, he’s fine. Go talk to him.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Please, girl. Go have some fun, because I’m definitely about to,” she said, while looking at one of his friends. She went over to the bar, leaving me alone. I sighed, went over to a table and sat down. I moved my head to the beat, wishing I was out on the floor, dancing with someone.
“Looks like you’re enjoying this song.”
I looked up and saw the same guy I'd been gawking at earlier. My heart started to beat faster at the sight of him. Damn, he’s gorgeous! His hazel eyes stared directly into mine, while his chocolate brown skin glowed under the club lights. I was already imagining his strong arms around me, his lips touching my skin, and his medium-built frame moving against my body, which already had me soaking wet.
“Yeah. This is one of my favorite songs.”
“Cool. I see your friend is already talking to one of my friends.”
“Yeah; Cassandra doesn’t waste anytime with anything. If she sees something she wants, she goes for it.”
“Are you saying you’re not like that?”
“I am with certain things.”
“What if I say I’m the same way?”
I glanced at him and smiled. “Are you saying you’re doing that now?”
“Most definitely. I’m Donnell,” he said, extending his hand to me.
“Monica,” I replied, accepting his handshake.
“I have to say, you are beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“You want to dance?”
I nodded as I put my hand in his and went out onto the floor. Hopefully, I’ll be able to talk to him more after our dance; like Cassandra said, I have to live in the moment, and that’s exactly what I was doing.
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After we were on the dance floor for almost an hour, it was time for me to take a break. We went over to the bar and sat down. While he ordered a beer, I declined, figuring I didn’t need any type of drink from a man. If I wanted to do anything, it would be on my judgment and not anyone else’s.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Definitely. Thanks for hanging out with me, especially since my friend ditched me.”
“No problem; I enjoyed spending time with you.”
I smiled when he touched my shoulder. A tingle rushed through me as he glanced into my eyes.
“You want to get out of here? Maybe we could find somewhere to talk.”
I sighed. I knew where this was heading.
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not? If you think I only want to sleep with you, then you’re wrong; even though that thought has crossed my mind several times.”
“I’m sure. Listen, Donnell, I think you’re a great guy, but I barely know you, so I won’t be going anywhere with you. In fact, I need to find Cassandra.”
He nodded, while I pulled out my phone. I noticed there was a text from her. I guess I didn’t get it since I was dancing. I sighed and put my phone back into my clutch.
“What’s wrong?”
“Evidently, Cassandra wanted to bone your friend, so she left with him. She was my ride to the dorm.”
Donnell drank the rest of his beer. “So how do you feel about going somewhere?”
I sighed. “Sure.”
 He smiled, tipped the bartender, and took my hand.
“Let’s enjoy the rest of our evening.”
I smiled as we left the club, not knowing what to expect with the rest of the evening with Donnell Patterson…

August, 2014

I woke up, staring at the ceiling, wondering why I would dream about Donnell. I stared over at my boyfriend, Zack Hall, who was sleeping soundly. Nothing could wake him up. I touched his smooth, coffee brown skin, and smiled. Zack is any girl’s dream. Not only is he super sweet and intelligent, he is extremely sexy. In the time we had been together, he'd done things to my body that I still couldn't believe. He’s just perfect in every way. But if he’s so perfect, why was I thinking about Donnell?
After we left the club that night, Donnell and I returned to his dorm room and we talked and hung out. One thing did lead to another, and we ended up having sex. At that time, I would have never slept with a man within hours of meeting him, but that night, I felt safe with Donnell. But now, I realized that maybe sleeping with him on the first night was a curse, because honestly, our relationship was doomed from the start.
I tried to snuggle closer to Zack, hoping he would wake up. I needed to feel his arms around me. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled.
“Are you trying to get closer to me?”
“Am I that obvious?”
“Yeah, but I don’t mind. Come here.”
I smiled and snuggled into his arms. He folded them around me and gently squeezed me.
“How lucky am I to have you in my life?”
I looked at Zack and smiled. “I should be saying that about you.”
He kissed me on the forehead, and I lay my head on his chest. Now, I didn't have to think about Donnell anymore. He may have been the one to make me feel safe then, but now, I had Zack. And I hope that's something I’d never want to change.

 



Author Bio

Sheena Binkley first discovered her love for storytelling when writing her first story for a class project at the tender age of nine. Since then, she has composed several short stories and numerous tales that are not only engaging, but simply entertaining. She is also a freelance writer, penning articles on various topics including education and entertainment. Besides writing, she loves reading, shopping, and spending time with family and friends. She lives in Houston (where the weather is always unpredictable) with her husband and son.
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Wednesday, October 1, 2014

"Hope for Her" by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle [Excerpt & Giveaway]



BLOG TOUR: SEPTEMBER 29 - OCTOBER 3
Hope for Her By Sydney Aaliyah Michelle
Release Date: October 1, 2014
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No one ever expected much from him.

Joshua Elijah Griffin, IV is on his last chance. A stint in rehab and a transfer to a new school has scared him into putting his life on track. He’s determined to live up to his family’s expectations, but on the first day of class, Josh meets a girl, and he knows his father won’t approve, but in Carrington, he sees a kindred spirit. He's willing to give up everything to be with her.

No one ever thought she was special.

Carrington Olivia Butler is ready to shine. Always in the shadows of her siblings, she goes away to college to break out of her shell. All Carrington wants is to feel special. Josh's attention is exactly what she craves, but their intense and sometimes volatile relationship is more than what she bargained for.

Josh’s demons return, and Carrington’s feelings fade, but both aren’t ready to give up hope. They give their love one last shot to survive, but hope, may not be enough.

**This book contains adult subject matter. Not intended for young readers.**

~*~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~*~
Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a New Adult Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader and movie fanatic who hails from Texas.
After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.
Sydney has been blogging at sydneyaaliyah.com for three years, where she interviews people about their tattoos, discusses her favorite movie quotes, reviews books (New Adult & only the ones she loves) and journals about her writing and editing process.
Sydney’s self-published debut New Adult Novel Another New Life released in May 2014.
An active tweeter, she is also a JuNoWriMo (2x) and NaNoWriMo (2x) winner who notes the sci-fi action flick “The Matrix” as the best representation of her life in the past. She is now awake.
She can recite the entire script for the 80’s teen comedy/drama “The Breakfast Club” and loves any and everything associated with the Avengers Movie, especially Tony Stark.
When it come to books, Sydney reads different genres, but some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Alex J. Cavanaugh, Cora Carmack & Emily Bronte. Under the Dome, The Great Gatsby & Wuthering Heights are her favorite books.

~*~EXCERPT~*~
I reached out and grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She resisted,
pushing and punching my arms and shoulders. I wanted her to fight me. To hit me and scream and show me what I did to her.
After a while, she collapsed in my arms, exhausted from fighting, but her sobs
continued for several more minutes. My neck and chest dampened from her tears, and her whole body convulsed when she released an uncontrollable series of coughs. It shook us both, but I held on tight. The vibration of our bodies glued together made me hard, and I found it difficult to concentrate. I tried to push those thoughts out of my head. I wanted her to understand.
It tore me up to know I caused her an ounce of pain. I held her tight with one arm and stroked her back with the other. Each stroke, her body softened. When her last bit of energy drained, I turned us around and her back was up against my car. I placed my hands on her hips; she whimpered as I lifted her and sat her on the trunk.
Her damp hair stuck to her face, and I pushed it away. I wiped her eyes and lifted her chin.
"How could you leave me like that?" she asked. The desperation in her voice
fucked with my mind. I hated myself.
"I'm sorry," I whispered as my lips sweep across her cheek. She tensed. I
expressed my gratitude by kissing her other cheek. She whimpered, and my heart
cracked.
I kissed her forehead, dropped my hands to her waist, and her head fell forward without my support.
"Why?" she asked. Her voice sounded defeated, but defiant. She wanted an
answer. She deserved an answer.
"Since I meet you, I've had the time of my life." I kissed her jawline as I placed

my hands on her thighs. “I’ve never met anyone like you before." As my lips moved to her ear, she leaned into me. I pushed her legs apart. I wanted to hold her, get closer to her. She relaxed more with every kiss. "I want to be with you so bad." When I reached her earlobe, I bit it, and she moaned. "But eventually you're going to leave me."

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