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Falling in love shouldn’t be this complicated, nevertheless…
Victoria and Joshua have moved to Chicago Illinois while Victoria pursues a career in psychology. Recently engaged, the southern bred couple are in love and set out to start anew. Just when Victoria thinks she’ll get her happily ever after, Joshua’s past catches up with them.
They’ve barely unpacked before trouble is in their midst. Victoria can withstand the pressure until secrets are revealed, lies are told, and unexpected events occur. Will the couple weather the storm together or will they crash and burn?
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Book Title: Ivy: Some Say She’s Poison
Author: Deidra D.S. Green
Genre: African American Erotica
Release Date: December 9, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Ivy is a master teacher and her lovers are students of her game. Their wills she bends to fulfill her own lustful desires and they enjoy every blissful minute of it, until she dismisses them, one after the other, until there is only one… well, maybe two… one has never been enough for her. Taken from the pages of “Woman at the Top of the Stairs” comes the candid tale of Ivy; a woman cut from the same cloth as the father she idolizes. And just like her father, Ivy is a rolling stone, never stopping, never settling. She has left many a lover in her wake, wounded but wanting more. Ivy is poison to some but a pleasurable antidote to others. Dare to take a taste for yourself and see if she’s really poison.
“Brock grunted loudly as he exploded inside Ivy; his hot gism coated her throbbing clit. Parker squealed in ecstasy as she too reached her climax, riding the wave of Ivy’s magical touch. And just like wounded soldiers, the two collapsed to the bed on either side of the one they loved. Ivy allowed them to languish for just a minute; each holding on to her as if she were their anchor. She then exited the bed and made her way to the shower.
No further words were necessary. Each knew what was expected. They had both been there before; whether singularly or plurally. Parker and Brock gathered their belongings and left the 6,000-square foot, luxury apartment. There was no exiting salutation between the two of them, just a slight smile as they went their separate ways. They would see Ivy again, but only when she wanted to see them. Most likely either or both of them would receive a text. A time would be given, nothing more. They would come running without hesitation. It’s who she was and what she wanted. They accepted without question. Ivy had that kind of effect on people.”
Deidra D. S. Green has frequently been quoted as saying, “Writing is like breathing. Without it, I’d die…”
Deidra officially started her writing journey in 2011. She have written roughly 25 full length novels and several novellas and short stories. Deidra has also written a few children’s book, self-help projects and contributed to one anthology. She is the co-owner of a family publishing company that has been in business for eight years. Deidra is responsible for new acquisitions and is the editor in chief. Rathsi Publishing Company has published nearly 200 authors. In addition, Deidra is a ghostwriter, and has written for several celebrities and lay people alike. She also does academic writing, editing and consulting.
Deidra continues to be fascinated by the power of the written word. She has always written, and most recently decided to share her craft with the rest of the world.
Literary Works by Deidra include:
* The Twisted Sister Trilogy
* Woman at the Top of the Stairs Trilogy
* Suddenly Single: So Undeserving
* Elite Affairs I: Orchestrated Beauty
* Elite Affairs II: Simple Elegance
* A Letter to My Mother
* The Suddenly Single Series
* When You Wish
* Sick, Sicker, Sickest
* Interstate 64
* The Candy Man
She continues to pen interesting and intriguing tales with several new projects slated to be released in the very near future. You can also keep up with all things Deidra on Facebook, Twitter, and follow her blog at deidrawrites.weebly.com.
Alright guys, you asked I answered. Part 2 of my #shortstorychallenge is coming at you now. If you didn’t read part 1 you can find it here, https://stephanienicolenorris.com/…/short-story-chall…/
*****WARNING Adult content ahead. Reader discretion is advised**** Here we go!
The knocks on the door came in rapid succession. Celine tilted her head slightly towards the door but made no effort to answer it. Looking back to the ceiling, she allowed her thoughts to float into space. Two weeks had passed since her first kill in five years; breaking the vow she’d made to her husband on their anniversary night. It was a necessary death, but that’s not what haunted her. There were only two men she loved more than life itself. Her husband Alan Brigg’s and her handler Brian Devareaux.
When she was only a young girl, death found her father as he worked at the construction site he faithfully went to each day and her mother had fallen victim to the harsh Chicago streets. After watching her mother prostitute herself for whatever drug she was on at the time, it became routine for her to seek men out for a quick payday once she was on her own. When she found her first trick, reality set in fast.
Celine couldn’t go through with it. But he was unrelenting, pulling her into an alley, beating her senseless. When he thought she was weak enough to take advantage of, he ripped her panties and pulled out his soft, raggedy, uncircumcised dick trying with fitful plunges to penetrate her untouched vagina. When the blade slid across his neck, he never saw it coming. It was the first time she laid eyes on Brian. His mountainous frame stood over them with menacing eyes. He tossed the trick to the side and held his hand out to her. Everything else was history.
Brian became her one and only, teaching her how to shoot with every gun known to man. He gained her trust and she fell in love, losing her virginity to him.
But Brian was not a man to be loved. He was ruthless, mischievous and cold to everyone around him but her. In his line of business, he had to be. She watched many women come and go. Making it no secret that he wasn’t interested in being monogamous with her or anyone else. Celine prospered, her skills behind the trigger grew sharper by the day. Soon enough, she became his most valuable asset and the only hitman he used when needed.
On the day she set her eyes on Alan, her whole world changed. He was too good to be true. Attentive, compassionate, disarming. She used to pinch herself sometimes to make sure he was real. Alan became her best friend. She divulged all her deepest, darkest, secrets to him. Still, he accepted her, asking for her hand in marriage. But there was one stipulation. She had to put down her vices and leave the world of guns, violence, drugs and Brian.
It wasn’t easy, but giving those things up was for the better. For five years, they lived in whimsical bliss. Then one night during dinner, Alan gripped his chest and fell to the floor. Hours later they found out he suffered with severe systolic heart failure. He would need a heart transplant and selling the house wouldn’t be enough to fund it.
When Celine was able to acquire the funds after Devon’s death, she was all too happy to pay Alan’s doctor bills and have the procedure done. The doctors wasted no time in operating, but Alan never made it out of the operating room. Something about his body rejecting the implant. Celine couldn’t remember what he said. Her mind went blank.
The rapping at the door was more incessant and volatile. Whoever was beating against it was about to take the hinges off. With renewed frustration, she tossed her arm back gripping the handgun that lay next to her head and pounced off the bed.
“What!” she said swinging open the door. Surprise didn’t register on her face at the person standing across the threshold. Her hand fell to her side taking the gun off him. She attempted to slam the door, but his foot stuck out rejecting the dismissal. Celine pivoted on her heels, “How did you find me?” She stumbled back to the bed and fell on her knees in front of a silver tray laced with cocaine.
“How long did you think you could hide from me?” Brian said stepping into the dusty motel room. His eyes perused the wilted wallpaper that sagged down the walls, to the crooked blinds that bent and hung uneven in the lone windowsill, to the silver tray she stuffed her face in. He reached down and flung the tray against the wall.
“What do you think you’re doing!” She yelled.
He clenched his jaw, “I know you’re in pain, Celine…”
“What do you know about my pain?!” She glowered at him rising to her feet. “Where were you when I put up my house and was left on my ass in the streets?!” Her hands pushed against his firm chest. “Where were you when my brother in law extorted sex from me in order to pay my husband’s hospital bills?!” She pushed him again. “Where were you when the south side boys sent their goons after me to get to you?!”
She balled her fist and swung at his face.
He caught her wrists, but she fought him with all the strength she had. He bent her arms behind her back as she struggled against him. “Get off me!” she screamed, “I hate you!” Tears rolled down her face her scuffle insistent.
“Listen to me!”
He lifted her small frame releasing her arms pinning her against the wall. “You wanted me to go away remember! You were the one who removed yourself from my life, not me!”
“I hate you!” She cried with tears streaming faster now. She pushed against him and he recaptured her arms pinning them over her head. “Calm down!”
Her body betrayed her, reacting to his rigid erection that pushed against her belly. Her mind told her to fight, but her body told a different story. He could sense it too. It was no use trying to ignore it, especially with her legs wrapped around his waist wearing only a panty and bra set. He crushed his mouth to hers and she bit back on his lips drawing blood. “Shit!” he screamed pulling back.
He put both her wrists in the palm of one of his hands while he removed his belt and unzipped his pants. Without warning he slid the thin material to the side and submerged his engorged length into her.
“Son of a bitch!” She screamed lunging for his neck. Her fangs dug into his flesh and he made her pay for it in the most wonderful way.
“Do you still hate me now?”
“Yes!” she hissed.
They rocked against the wall and he released her wrists to grab a firm hold on her thighs. She slapped him against his face but it didn’t disturb him. He bent his head sucking in a distended nipple as he pummeled into her. A high pitched moan escaped her lips, “I…still…hate…you…” she panted, “You…son…of…a…bitch…” His thrusts tore into her causing a ripping orgasm to cream down his shaft.
“Shit!” he yelled yielding to his own release. He buckled, placing Celine on her feet.
“Move,” she said pushing him just enough to disconnect from him. She staggered to the window trying to catch her breath. It was no secret that he brought out the animal in her and she hated herself for wanting more of him.
From behind her she heard his zipper, “When I found out about the south side boys coming after you, I sent them a message they can’t ignore. Trust me when I tell you, it’s taken care of. And another thing, I found out that one of the doctors on your husband’s team may have been on their payroll.”
Celine whipped around eyes wide. “What are you saying?”
His dark eyes peered at her, “I think you know.”
Rage unlike anything she’d ever felt before stimulated her nerve endings.
“I’m taking care of that too,” he said.
“No,” she snarled. “I’ll take care of it!”
–Beautiful Assassin the full novel coming to a kindle and paperback near you.
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“Will you pay it this time?” Celine watched him walk to the edge of the bed and buckle his belt. His tongue slid across his teeth as he thought about her request.
“You gave me a hard time, why should I pay anything?”
Her lip trembled, “We had a deal.”
“Sure did and yet you still gave me grief.”
She let out an exasperated breath, “Look,
you know this is not ideal for me. My husband needs major heart surgery, It’s the only way I can pay—“
“Save your story,” he said cutting her off. “I’ve heard it a thousand times.”
“How can you do him like this, he’s your brother for God’s sake.”
He turned to her, “He’s no brother of mine, I could care less about his condition.” A wad of spit flew from his mouth in her direction. “I could care even less about his wife.”
A mist of tears clouded her vision, “I’m not asking you to care,” her voice shook, “Just please hold up your end of the bargain.”
“I don’t know Celine. I’m thinking you owe me one.”
Her heartrate increased, “I just gave you everything. I’m covered in your sweat!” Her chest rose and fell as anger surged through her. Thoughts of the .22 inside her purse flooded her mind. “Don’t make me regret this.” She said through clenched teeth.
A smile played around his lips. This was fun for him. “Don’t you already regret it?”
“I’m not referring to the sex we just had.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Devon, you’re supposed to be dead,” A vein pushed against his forehead.
“Are you threating me?” He took a step toward her and she threw the sheets off and scurried off the bed. Within seconds she’d pulled the handgun from her purse and leveled it on him.
“Brian knows it was you that made the deal with the south side boys. I was supposed to lead you to your death then, but because I love the man that you despise so much you’re still alive. You should be thanking me. Now make the call!” She said. “Don’t try anything stupid. I’m a desperate woman. I’ll kill you myself if I have to.”
He held her through narrowed eyes. “I’m not going to ask you again.” She said.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number, “Put it on speaker.” He obliged.
“Send the payment through.” He spoke into the phone. “All of it.” Celine demanded.
His objection didn’t make it into the air when he watched her take the safety off and pull back the handle.
“All of it.” She said. His eye twitched.
“Send the full payment.” There was a pause on the other end.
“Are you sure?” The voice called out.
“Yes, I’m sure.” There was another pause. “It’s done.” The line died.
“Show me.” Celine said. After a beat he showed her proof the money had been transferred into an offshore account she’d previously set up. Her husband was going to have his surgery. An enormous weight lifted from her shoulders.
“Now what?” he said.
Celine pulled the trigger sending a bullet crashing through his nose. “Phi!” He fell to the floor, eyes wide, mouth agape.
Moving fast, she gathered her clothes and threw them on. Simultaneously, she made a phone call. “It’s handled.”
A dark voice barked, “Good girl, you should come work for me, I can use a skilled shot like you.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not open for business. Now it’s your turn.” There was a knock at the door.
“I got you, the cleanup crew is already there.”
“How did they get here so quick?”
“They’ve been there for the last two hours,” he paused. “You know, insurance just in case you couldn’t get things done.”
She opened the door. “I’m gone.” She disconnected the call and left discarding the phone and her identity. Disappearing without a trace.
Hola! Welcome to this week’s Risky Retreat! Here you can find a teaser of the romance, drama, and suspense that flow through my pages when I write. Even though this is only a teaser it will still feed your need to read. Some of these stories are coming soon, some are available now, and some are simply free short stories I wanted to share with you! Enjoy and don’t forget to check back in two weeks for the next Risky Retreat!
Vengeful Intentions (Trouble In Paradise book 2)
Victoria opened her gold case and looked at the row of joints, she pulled one out and snapped the case closed. Reaching for the lighter on the dining room table she lit the end of it. Her feet shuffled back and forth in a pace, her mind in a state of hysteria. The clock on the wall ticked by slowly how many minutes had passed? She hit the joint again and walk to the bathroom door willing it to open but it didn’t. A sigh escaped her lips, puffing the joint again gave her a small sense of relief. Inhaling deeply her nostrils flared as she exhaled through them.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Calm down Victoria, breathe this could be just a mistake we’ll give it about 30 more seconds then have another look.”
She shook her head agreeing with herself. The joint went out she held the lighter up and lit the joint again then put it out, marched to the bathroom door and opened it. Standing over the e.p.t. pregnancy test a shiver ran down her spine. The window revealed a dark pink plus sign there was no way to deny this truth.
“No, this cannot be.”
She backed up until she hit the wall, this was the second e.p.t. pregnancy test she had taken. An overwhelming since of dread came over her at the fact that the father was a toss-up between Joshua and Greg. Her eyes shut and gravity took over. Victoria slid down the wall until her butt hit the floor.
“This is a cruel joke,” she said.
Remembering the last time she saw Greg, they met at the Doubletree Hotel in Chicago and Victoria was so mad at him she fought, cursed, spit out venom, and tried to shatter his pride. But he knew she was upset and her words didn’t faze him. Once she got within his grasp he grabbed her and held on tight. She tried fighting him off but he just held her. Greg explained over and over that his intention was to tell his wife he wanted a divorce. Falling in love with her wasn’t something that was planned. He explained how everything happened just like life happens. It was all a misunderstanding.
“So you didn’t know I was your wife’s intern?” She asked.
“Not at first,” he said “When I first saw you in the barbeque joint it was completely innocent.”
“Ok what about when you saw me on my lunch break at the lounge?” she asked.
“I didn’t know then either” he said, “but I wanted to get to know you since that was the second time I ran into you. When I found out you worked in my company and was hired by . . .” he hesitated.
“Go on your wife,” she stated looking at him with anger in her eyes. “Once you found out you decided to say nothing because you are a fucked up individual and the truth is not in you!”
She slapped him across his face a couple of times before shoving him away and walking to the door.
“This was a mistake,” she said “I should’ve never come here!”
Greg grabbed Victoria, turning her around he shoved his tongue down her throat kissing her with an intense fever that ignited their passion right where they stood. Victoria started to protest and he deepened the kiss, she melted like hot butter into his arms. He could feel her resistance weaken. His grip dug into her soft flesh embracing her deeper, she moaned wrapping her arms around him and kissed him back.
She stuck her tongue into his mouth and tasted the spearmint gum he was chewing on. Greg kissed her so intensely and deeply she felt like they were one person. He made her head spin and Victoria felt dizzy with rapture. If this was the fight left in her she might as well wave the white flag because she lost. As soon as the man put his hands on her she was finished. Only when he pulled back for air did she become more resistant but he apologized and explained the day away.
Before they departed they had the best sexual lovemaking experience since the day they were caught by his wife Caroline eight months ago. Victoria tried to shake the images that formed in her mind of him taking his shirt off and coming out of his white pants. He was brown and sexy from the tip of his nose to the souls of his feet. As he stood over Victoria like Hercules her eyes traveled to his broad shoulders. Mesmerized by his firm, smooth and sexy chest she wanted to fall back into his bed and let him gallop her. As her eyes met his chiseled abs, she heard a small growl and knew it was going down. Victoria was no longer in control of the madness felt towards him. She wanted him to ravish her and he did.
Victoria shook her head trying to shake the images away but instead the pictures just changed up a bit. When her eyes opened Greg’s eyes were looking back. He started to kiss down her neck to her chest. He circled his tongue around her round brown nipples and sucked them into his mouth. Victoria shuttered at the memory. She had to get up off the bathroom floor and get her mind together but she was paralyzed. The images in her head of their love making were too strong. They were in each other’s arms all night and she loved every minute of it. The ringing of the phone brought Victoria back to reality and she stood up to go answer it.
“Hello?” she said.
“Hey sexy what are you up to?” Joshua asked.
Victoria swallowed she couldn’t tell him what she was really up to—stressing over the plus sign on a pregnancy test oh and by the way the baby might not be yours she thought but she said, “Nothing just flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch.”
“Umm baby why don’t you turn the TV off, I want to talk to you about something when I get there,” he said.
Victoria heard the nervousness in his voice and it made her stomach turn, or did something else make her stomach turn? Either way she didn’t like it one bit.
“What’s wrong Joshua?” she asked, fear creeping into her for what he could say next. No bad news she thought I can’t take anymore today.
“Um baby just turn off the TV and wait til’ I get there. I’ll be there in five.”
He hung up. She looked at the phone like it was a rattle snake.
“What in the world could this be about now?” she said out loud. “Why does he want me to keep the TV off so bad? I wasn’t really looking but now I’m wondering what the hell this is about.”
Victoria picked up the remote and started to turn on the TV then stopped thinking about her therapy sessions. The irony of a shrink needing a shrink but this was different she reasoned. But it really wasn’t, this was relationship therapy, her relationship needed help because it was about two seconds away from not being one. Her therapist came to the conclusion that she had a tendency to do the exact opposite of what Joshua would ask her to do without realizing it. Just like then, he told her not to turn on the TV he wanted to talk to her first; but her first instinct was to do exactly the opposite. A frown came to her face realizing she caught it this time. Wow progress, so we really do have a problem with something or another.
Victoria and Joshua’s relationship was better within the eight months since the big move from Chicago to Atlanta. The change of scenery was greatly needed and she really believed it helped their relationship grow stronger. Only one thing really still hung in the balance and it was Gregory Banks. He would not go away, no matter how much she tried to put him out of her mind it was hard to do so with him constantly calling her.
Changing her number didn’t mean anything to him because he would have it within minutes. He was in love with her and she was in love with him but she was trying to get over it. He wasn’t making it very easy for her. The last time she saw him they couldn’t keep their hands off each other and she didn’t know what to do about it.
Brandon Lamone pulled into the Hertz Rent-A-Car parking lot. Danielle leaned over and kissed him.
“I’ll see you later.”
She opened the car door and stepped out. The doorbell chimed when she walked through the door. The thin tall guy at the desk had a name tag on that said Steve Wilshire.
“Hi, I’m here to pick up a rental that’s been reserved for Shumaker.”
Danielle pulled out her license and handed it to Steve. He looked at it and ran her name through their database.
“Danielle?” he asked.
“Yes.” He retrieved the keys to the BMW 328i Sedan.
“Would you like to do an inspection?” he asked. “There’s not a scratch on her we just got her in.”
She reached for the keys. “That won’t be necessary. Thank you.” She turned and headed towards the door.
“Um, Ms Shumaker!” Danielle turned towards Steve. “Your license, you’ll need these.” He handed it back to her.
The BMW purred to life and almost gave Danielle an orgasm. “Damn,” she said.
Danielle was on a mission to find out as much information on Joshua’s whereabouts. It was easy to get a number, but finding the rest of the information wouldn’t be so simple. She headed to the public library where all of the resources needed would be available to her. Oh how surprised Victoria would be when she came face to face with her. Danielle squealed just thinking about it and it made her nipples hard. The excitement was magnifying. Danielle laughed out loud, “Hahaha! I’m going to find you.”
She couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. Here Danielle faced a murder charge and now was scot free. Why wouldn’t her smile be satisfying? I out smarted them all—the lawyers, the judge, and the correctional officers. At one point Danielle thought she was done for, the D.A. tried to convince her to plead guilty and take a lesser charge or they would hang her during the trial. They brought her into that interrogation room day after day, handcuffed and shackled but she stayed strong and managed to put a plan into motion that worked like taking candy from a baby.
Men were so predictable. Throw a little pussy their way and have them eating out the palm of your hands. Still laughing she beat the steering wheel like it was a drum. She was very proud of herself. Pulling into the parking garage of the library Danielle found a spot and got out. Headed toward the elevator her feet stopped short. Her body turned around slowly as if a presence was near. Her eyes roamed the area settling on any shadows; she didn’t like the feeling but there was no one there. Danielle did a complete three sixty and didn’t see anyone so she proceeded. Adjusting the purse on her shoulder her finger hit the up button on the elevator. Someone coughed. Danielle looked up and felt the cold steel of an object smacking her against the back of her head. She fell into the elevator door and passed out.
Sheila let the crowbar drop as it clang to the ground sending an echo throughout the garage. She grabbed Danielle by her ankles and drug her to the side of the elevator just as the doors opened and two women stepped off walking in the opposite direction. The doors closed and Sheila waited until she could no longer hear the women’s voices. Bending over she drug Danielle to the trunk of the BMW, put her in, and closed the trunk. Sheila looked around carefully to see if anyone spotted her; she couldn’t leave any witnesses for what was about to go down. After running back to get the crowbar she jumped into the BMW and pulled out of the parking garage of the library. Sheila had a controlled determined demeanor.
She turned on West Congress Parkway and drove for a few minutes before pulling up in front of the city morgue. Sheila pulled around to the back and parked on the side of the building. Jumping out and running to a white van sitting in the alley she handed the guy inside ten one hundred dollar bills. He got out of the truck and opened the back doors. He pulled out a gurney and helped her lay Danielle on it face up. They covered her with a white sheet and pushed her to the back door of the building.
“Why does she still have her clothes on? He pulled the door open.
“We’ll take them off once we’re inside,” she said.
“Where did you get the body?”
“Now I don’t see why that’s any of your business.”
“Never mind,” he said pushing the gurney into the building.
They walked down a long narrow hallway and into a freezer room with more gurneys and freezer boxes. Danielle pulled out a syringe and a small bottle.
“This should keep you sleep,” she whispered.
She stuck the syringe into the cap of the bottle filling it halfway.
“What is that?” the guy asked. Sheila looked at him, “Why are you so interested?”
She was told this guy was the type of guy that didn’t speak unless spoken too. He was paid but still asking questions. Sheila wondered for a moment if this was a bad idea. Thinking of Leon pissed her off all over again. Sheila stuck the syringe into Danielle’s ankle and looked at the guy. He couldn’t be trusted.
“Great,” she murmured.
A slight uneasy look was on his face as if the guy was about to throw up. Who would recommend him?
“Help me slide her in,” Sheila said.
She reached for the door to a freezer box and opened it, after removing Danielle’s clothes they slid out the metal plank and lifted Danielle onto it. She pushed her in and closed the door. The concerned look on the guys face let Shelia know he would not be able to keep this secret. This was not good. “Let’s go,” Sheila said. They walked back down the hallway and out the back door. “I’ll help you put this gurney back into the van.”
They opened up the door and lifted the gurney into the van. While his back was turned strapping the gurney down; Sheila took out her silencer and put two bullets in his back. He grunted, toppled over, and didn’t move. She pushed him into the back of the van and closed the doors. As the wind slapped her across the face she looked at her surroundings and walked down the alley onto the sidewalk. She made a left and walked until flagging down a taxi.
“Taxi!” she yelled throwing her hand up. The driver stopped and Sheila got in. “Take me to the library please.”
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