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Introducing Gavin Brooks from Perri Forrest’s “Special Delivery”

Special Delivery

 

(Today’s special feature is recommended to readers over the age of 18.)

My Review

I can’t stress how much I thoroughly enjoyed “Special Delivery“! To start with, the storyline looped me in. I got caught up and lost in this scandalous man’s life. Gavin plays hardball. He’s unforgiving and unapologetic. He knows how to take advantage of opportunities, while being able to manipulate the less than favorable curveballs. The storyline was so unexpected, I found myself sending messages to the author as the plot unfolded. And the entire time, I couldn’t help but talk about Gavin to any and everyone that would listen. Gavin, Gavin, Gavin…

I can’t wait to see how the drama unfolds, especially after reading the excerpt from Book 2. I was literally salivating over the writing and situations in his life. And speaking of the writing…I enjoy reading Perri Forrest’s stories! She has a clear grasp on storytelling with cause and effect. Thoroughly enjoyed Gavin’s tale and looking forward to stalking him into the next book, and beyond. Highly recommended for anyone that enjoys drama. As a matter of fact, a must read – period!

Special Delivery” is not the first of Ms. Forrest’s work that I’ve read, but I have to admit that I simply can’t decide on my favorite. What I will admit is that I get totally lost in her bold writing, no matter the story. Today, we’ll be getting to know the main character from her latest release, Gavin Brooks. 

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Introducing Gavin Brooks

Contrary to popular belief, being a player is hard work. There is a lot of attention to detail that goes into it. Especially if you care about maintaining a stable team. Let me place just a small bit of emphasis on something; when I say “stable team,” I mean one that has substance. It doesn’t count if that’s lacking. Like, for real. Does not count.

I’m not like most men. The women that I entertain in my space have to have something going for them that will hold my attention. See, I have a little something called ADD. Now there’s not a man alive who doesn’t enjoy a beautiful woman. I’m no different. However, as crazy as it may sound, looks only keep me entertained for seconds…maybe minutes…that’s figuratively speaking, by the way. The fact of the matter is, I need the conversation to be stimulating, I need for her to not be so easy to catch, and I need her to know how to hold my attention if she is lucky enough to catch me. In short, I desire quality, and sadly, in my history of dating women, it can’t be found in just one. And so I roam.

Sure, I did settle down and put a ring on it for a particular woman, but things went south really quickly with her. Let’s just say that all that glitters is not gold. Cliché, right? I know. But it’s the truth and probably the best matrix anyone could have come up with. There does exist a love there, but it’s not the “in love” kind of love. As a matter of fact, and for the sake of time, let’s just call it complicated for now.

I’ve been living my life all this time by the rule, ‘Master the pussy, you master the women,’ and believe it or not, it holds true. I’ve seen it in living color. For some reason, women are really driven by penis – skilled penis, even more so. Go figure. They say there’s a power in the pussy, but fellas we hold way more power than some of us even know – once we get past the belief that simple penetration makes you the man! How mistaken you are. For every one of you misled creatures, there’s Gavin Brooks. And for every one of you who has failed at pleasing your woman, again…there’s Gavin Brooks. Ha!

Buuuttt there comes a time (and I never thought it would be me) where every man wants to retire his player card. Whew! I had to deep sigh on that one. That’s a lot of pussy to give up. But it happened, and her name is Christina. She came out of nowhere and now I can’t shake the thought of her. I threw all caution to the wind recently and stayed the night…well, not the whole night…but most of it…making love to her, looking into her eyes, and subsequently fell deeper and deeper into the spell that is her. She’s got me mesmerized and now I’m in so deep I don’t know how to get out – or even if I want to get out.

There’s a twist though. I’m still a married man, and Christina doesn’t know that. Shit is really about to hit the fan when I get home because I managed not too long ago to convince my suspecting wife that I wasn’t cheating on her, but then I go and stay out way beyond my work hours. Can’t use that one. Divorce will probably be looming, and she’s gonna shoot for the waist, but then where will that leave me? Because I’m sure when it comes time for me to tell Christina she won’t take the news so well and she’ll probably never speak to me again.

I’m in a dilemma. What do you think I should do?

*****

Perri Forrest’s books are available through Amazon.

 

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“Hi, beautiful.” The voice that’s become a regular companion of mine, along with its owner, appears as a gift from the heavens. Cee must’ve offered up a special prayer because as I engage him, the sun’s fading rays illuminate and enhance his already astonishing profile.

I can’t even return his welcome. I think Hi, handsome. I form Hi, gorgeous. Nothing manifests. It’s then that I realize my game is weak. I’m warm inside and still shivering on the out. Wanting to be brave, I swing my hips, balancing atop the candied-colored heels. Wrong move. The heel gets caught in a crack of sand and grass. I’m propelled forward, into his waistline. Oh yeah, real smooth, Leah. He’s quick to capture me, setting my back against the car door. I reluctantly look up.

Nate’s eyes are glowing as much as the sunset in the distance. I have to shut mine, lowering my head in hopes of eluding him. Perhaps it’s the sky’s fault, but puddles of tears are forming in my eyes.

I don’t think this move has missed him. He lifts my face and places the back of his hand under my chin, setting a trap with his aura. I’m completely vulnerable to this incredibly stunning man. He places his palms on the sides of my face. He’s forcing me to look at him. Not only do I gaze into his full dark-brown eyes, I slip beyond, into a fortress of want and need. Just then, his lips touch mine. They tenderly caress my lip lining, even trailing nibble after nibble about my cheeks. He serenades the tip of my nose and up to my forehead. I close my lids as he gently plants his approval on each eye socket.

Nate finishes this worship of sorts, then returns to the initial landing site. This time, ummmm . . . This time, I grasp for more than just his lips, parting my mouth ever so slightly. I allow him entry into a part of me that I rarely offer to anyone.

*****

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RRBC Spotlight Author Angelia Vernon Menchan

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(Please join me in welcoming this week’s Rave Reviews Book Club SPOTLIGHT AUTHOR Angelia Vernon Menchan!)

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SOUL TIES: BE CAREFUL WHO YOU BED AND WED…

 by Angelia Vernon Menchan

Chapter One

Two Years Earlier…

Walking into the nightclub, Fletcher Mitchell could feel the pulsing music. He had decided to attend graduate school at USC and was enjoying the left coast. He was an east coast man in his blood but after breaking up with his longtime girlfriend he needed distance. Los Angeles was a long way from North Florida. After graduating from the University of North Florida he had worked for a few years at United Parcel Service because they had paid his tuition. The management training program was good but he wanted more. When USC accepted him and his company provided him with a transfer that paid more, he was all in. The company had found him a great roommate who was also a co-worker and fellow student, Rashad Ferguson.

He liked Rashad but Rashad was a ministerial student and a bit too preachy. He had heard enough about God and sin from his parents. His parents had become staunch Christians about ten years earlier when he turned fifteen and for all his high school years it had been God this and God that. Though he moved out at nineteen, they still always referenced God when he saw or spoke to them. He loved his parents dearly but he was tired of it, besides they seemed to have forgotten they weren’t always saved. Richard and Cynthia had once never set foot in a church. He found that hypocritical. Shaking those thoughts from his head, he started moving to the music. He had minored in music production and he knew he had some moves. He also knew that being six-two and muscular and slim the women were watching him. His smooth, dark brown skin and short fro didn’t hurt either.

Deneisha Young watched Fletcher from across the floor. She loved the sensual way he danced and wanted to know him. Other than the dark skin, he was her type. She had always been attracted to lighter skinned men like her dad, but there was something about Fletcher that held her attention. Starting her own dance she danced up close to him, with her eyes closed and hips swaying. Taking in her curvaceous body and pretty face, Fletcher touched her lightly, causing her eyes to open.

“Let’s show them how it’s done.”

Smiling, she followed him to the floor and they danced through four songs. Drenched with sweat, he took her hand leading her to the bar.

“What’s your poison?” He asked in a deep, sexy voice. He wanted to kiss the mole beneath her eye.

“Tall, dark, handsome men who can dance.” Grinning down at her, he winked.

“To drink in a glass.” Her tittering laughter pierced him.

“In that case I will take a margarita. Tequila makes me crazy.”

Loving the sound of that, he ordered a margarita for her and Heineken for himself. He stared at her while they sipped. There was something hypnotic about her stance and her eyes.

“So what’s your name lady and what do you do?”

“I’m Deneisha Young but my friends call me Neisha.”

“Then Deneisha it is. I’m a business student and work for UPS as an IT manager.”

“I work as a paraprofessional at USC. I was in the military for three years, that’s how I ended up out here. My folks live in Alabama. My dad is a music producer.” His ears perked at her words.

“Really? That’s cool. I write music in my spare time, I also play a few instruments. What else do you do?”

“I’m a dancer!”

She started dancing as if moving up and down an imaginary pole.

“A stripper?”

He started humming the strains to ‘I’m in love with a stripper’ by T-Pain. She giggled again at his words and in tune humming.

“No, but for the right man, I am willing.”

For the remainder of the night they danced and flirted. He knew he could take her home but he wasn’t ready yet. She wasn’t his usual type. Physically, she pretty much had it nailed but he really loved brainy women and she seemed pretty content to be a Para-pro.

Deniesha thought about Fletcher on the way home. Her friend Karen hadn’t been feeling him and was making her opinion known.

“I didn’t care for him. He had the arrogant, stuck up air about him. That boy from the middle class, slumming, with the hood chicks’thing.”

“Karen, how did you read all that into it. I spent three hours with the man and didn’t get all that.”

“I know the type. He’s at USC and has all the bougie signs. I am sure he left some girl back home who he is in love with who will have his babies.”

Deneisha’s eyes met her friends and immediately she felt enraged. She got tired of being told she wasn’t good enough. She came from a good family, her mom being a paranoid schizophrenic, notwithstanding. She furiously rolled her eyes and continued staring out the window. She really wanted to slap Karen or spit in her face.

Deneisha was from a long line of volatile women who dealt with everything by hitting. Her mom had been hitting and cussing at her since she was a young child. However, she would be the first one in the church, dancing and praising and damning folks to hell. Her father on the other hand was a passive man; many would call him weak; he was from a hardworking, lower-middle class family who had married her mom because she had gotten pregnant at sixteen. Rena Young was also abusive to her husband. She had been raised to believe that a woman got all of a man’s money and hit first before she could be hit and that was how they lived. Fortunately, Ron was a naturally passive man who allowed Rena full reign. He loved her and would do anything to keep her, including allowing her to poison the minds of their three daughters of which Deneisha was the youngest.

Fletcher was the only child of middle class parents who had worked towards their own version of the American Dream. They had been born of parents who wanted more for each generation and they were no different. They had been married eighteen years and Fletcher fifteen when they had bought their first home. Before that, they had lived in nice apartments in good neighborhoods. His dad worked as a postal carrier who earned a good salary and his mother was a high ranking civil servant and had a side job as a sought after cupcake artist. Several years earlier they moved into a newer home in the country and were living out their blessings as their mother called it. She had often told him God had taken care of them when they ignored him but now that they gave him praise and honor, their blessings overflowed. He had to agree with that because he had always thought they lived well, but it was nothing in comparison to how they were currently living. God or someone was blessing them.

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About the Author

Angelia Vernon Menchan is an author, publisher and public speaker with two publishing companies, MAMM Productions and Honorable Menchan Media. Mrs. Menchan is also a Budget Officer and former Job Corps Counselor. To date she has published twenty four books of her own work, both fiction and non-fiction and more than seventy Ebook novellas on amazon.com. You can access her bibliography on www.amazon.com search words: Angelia Vernon Menchan

 Menchan has also published the work of nine new authors to date including two volumes of poetry; memoirs by Deborah Dominque, Lena Jordan, Patricia Richards and Nadine Singleton: a recently released novel by Darnetta Frazier and an upcoming novel by Malik Vernon Menchan, she also has an upcoming collaboration with Elissa Gabrielle of Peace in the Storm Publishing.

 

Review: Chasing Anya (Island Adventure Series)

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ChasingAnya

 

Been there. Done that.

Feisty and independent, Anya Davies lives by her own rules. The one thing she’s hell-bent on avoiding is a conventional relationship. Nor is she interested in romance, thanks to her abusive ex who refuses to stay in the past. The second complication in her life is a secret that condemns her to constant guilt and a solitary life. A series of near misses and escalating threats are a third and worrying factor. Only a special man would understand or live with Anya’s challenges and demands.

Casual sex…so not having that.

Enter Christophe Mondesir. Two years ago, Anya dumped him without explanation. An accidental meeting shoots Anya back on Christophe’s radar. He refuses to be denied and plans to breach the fortress Anya has built around her heart—if she’ll commit to more than a casual liaison. He’s also determined to find out what she’s hiding. That’s if the stalker who’s after Anya doesn’t end her life first.

Genre:  Romance, Women’s Fiction

Content/Theme(s):  Sexual Content (not graphic), Post Abortion Sydrome, Relationships, Spousal Abuse,

Release Date:  January 13, 2014

Publisher: The Writers’ Suite

MY REVIEW

Chasing Anya is an interesting read that deals with a serious topic, in a realistic manner. J. L. Campbell brought this story alive with a lead character that could’ve possibly been any of us. Anya has serious issues that needed to be dealt with. Honestly, I was extremely frustrated with her behavior quite a bit. Yet, I had to realize that her circumstances were very real to many other women out there. Moreover, I felt bad for her love interest, Christophe and wondered why he didn’t just give up, due to Anya’s sometimes childish conduct.

I appreciate the fact that this book was not just a romance book. When you think about life, we all carry baggage from past hurts and relationships. This load can be so damaging and, sadly, many of us never take the time to confront the things that have damaged us in the past. Therefore, Chasing Anya provides a wonderful lesson about confronting those past hurts in order to move ahead in a positive manner.

The author drew on her Jamaican heritage to loop me into this read, as well. I enjoyed the splashing of Jamaican sayings, Patois language, and references to various locations. I lived on the Island for a year and a half, and have visited quite often. It brought a smile to my face to be reintroduced to its culture once more.

Kudos to J. L. Campbell. I would surely recommend this book to others that are interested in the mixture of culture and real life romance.

(I received an ARC copy in exchange for an honest review).

 

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