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Excerpt Two Nights With You: Naima

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Excerpt Two Nights With You: Naima
By Olivia Gaines
Midway through her second boiled egg, breakfast was interrupted by a blond woman sporting a too small bikini which made her assets look like two overripe melons covered by a strip of toilet paper. They bounced as she ran over to the table on her tip toes in high heeled red sandals, too much lipstick and matted weave in her hair. The sarong which clung to her fat injected ass, barely covered the thong bikini bottom as she stopped in front of their table, doing a happy girl spin showing DJ all she had to offer.
“Oh hell no,” Naima said, standing up.
Derrick’s eyes were wide as he watched Naima plant her feet, put her hands on her

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 hips and stand between him and what he knew to be a fan.
“Stop right there,” Naima said. “You see this man dining with me, yet you will be so bold as to interrupt our meal to attempt to lure him into whatever sordid idea has entered your empty head. What is it you want?”
The blond woman opened her mouth to reveal a row of small white teeth. “I’m sorry, I meant no disrespect. I am such a fan. I only wanted a picture with him.”
“Where is your phone?” Naima asked.
To her shock, the woman stepped around her, rubbed her large breast going down the side of her body. “I seem to have nowhere to put one in this suit,” she said winking at Derrick. Naima reached back onto the table, picked up the remainder of her drink and dashed into the woman’s face.
“Back up chick,” she said. “No disrespect my ass. You are going to mess around and have me snatch that raggedy weave right out of your head. That is my man, so bounce your fake titties back where you came from and spread the word. He is off limits and mine.” The woman stood there in shock, her mouth open, covered in Naima’s margarita, which pissed her off more than the woman treating her as if she were replaceable when and if Derrick got bored.
“Why are you still standing here? Be gone,” Naima said, sitting back down. Picking up the butter knife, she looked at the woman, daring her to make a move. Turning in the ridiculously red high heels, she and her fake boodie, bounced away.
“Damn. Now my drink is gone. Wasted,” she said with a frown as she cut into the egg. Derrick only watched her, not sure what just happened. Naima sat eating her breakfast as if nothing unusual had occurred.
He cleared his throat.
“What?” She asked, biting into her toast.
“You don’t have any act right in you, do you?”
“Nope. I do possess a very large ass check book and I can buy some when the need arises,” she said with a wink.
Derrick chuckled at the freshness of her attitude.
Different. Very different.
“Thank you for that intervention. I became a bit of a recluse because of those types of encounters with women who immediately think I am some sort of sex machine always on the ready,” he said, looking at her.
“Aww man! You are not always on the ready? There goes my weekend plans,” she said with a twist of her lip.
He found himself smiling.
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The Office Wife, August, Issue 6

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The Office Wife, August 5, 2017, Issue 6, Olivia Gaines

Willie Johnson-  Manufacturing

A hot mess.

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“Girl, I don’t know what’s going on with Willie, but all I can say is that man is a hot, sticky mess.  Look at him, his socks don’t even match,” Taneeka James said to Vicki.  True, something major was going on in Willie’s life, but it wasn’t her place to get into the man’s business. However, changes in him were really noticeable to the point Kelson, the chairman of the board asked for Vicki’s help.

“Victoria, I am not certain what is going on with Mr. Johnson, but if he is in need of the Employee Assistance Program, let’s see that he gets down to HR,” Kelson said softly.

The normally, smiling, happy board member who covered the manufacturing arm of American Conglomerate, lately didn’t seem so happy.  The 1,000-watt grin which preceded him into every room he entered, was left outside in the cold and rain.  The man walking around the board room offices, couldn’t find a smile if one were left on his desk wiggling under a wet nap.

Vicki found him on Wednesday morning in the break room, leaning against a wall.  His chin in his hand as he stared at the floor. The round face appeared sunken in as dark circles encased his eyes.  Willie looked like he’d slept in his clothes if, in fact, he had slept at all.

“I know right,” she quipped. “This tile is truly ugly. I am not certain if they company got a deal on it from a congress of out of work baboons, or what.”

Willie didn’t respond.  Vicki tried another approach.  One she hoped would grab his attention.

“I think one of the baboons is coming to replace you in your job since you don’t seem to want it anymore,” Vicki chided.

“They can have it. They can have all of this,” he said, pushing his body from the wall. “I’m tired of it.”

“I get that way sometimes too.  My job can be really tough dealing with so many people.  I have the be the eyes and ears of what only is not seen, but also what is not said. Glue,” she said.

“Glue?”

Vicki had his attention now and a dialogue was started. It wasn’t as if she were expecting him to open up about his life, but at least if she could get him talking, it would lessen the risk of him coming into the office and shooting up the place. Or worse, taking a wrong turn and possibly shooting himself.  The darkness around his eyes was small in comparison to the darkness surrounding his spirit. A blackness which engulfed could almost be felt as she stood by him.

“Yes, Mr. Johnson.  I am the glue which holds the team together. I can see you are in a personal crisis.  There are options available to you at no cost to help you through the darkness to find the light which use to burn so brightly in you,” she said to him.

“Well, my light has been extinguished. This job takes everything from me and by the time I get home, or fly to this state, or that region, I have missed soccer games, dance recitals, and everything else.  My wife is filing for divorce,” he told her.

“Mr. Johnson, I don’t mean to pry so I won’t.  The Employee Assistance Plan offers five free counseling sessions, for you, your wife, and family if need be. You don’t have to go through this alone,” she told him.

“My wife ain’t gonna go for no counseling,” he said, angrily.

“If she is not open to it, then she truly has no interest in saving your marriage, however, if you bring this option to her and she declines, then you will know, this is much deeper than you missing a few soccer games,” she said. “Divorcing you isn’t going to change your schedule or the time you spend with your kids.”

“You don’t know Keisha,” he said frowning.

“No, but what I know of you is that you work hard at every task you are given.  You treat everyone around you with courtesy, respect, and as if they matter. You matter to us, Mr. Johnson.”

“I’m torn Vicki.  In some ways, divorcing her would be an end of all the arguments and stupid fights over socks, the unwrapped butter in the fridge, and me being late for dinner.  Some nights, I am late getting home just because I pray she’d taken her ass to bed. Of course, I walk in and she pops up in the bed like a mole ready to attack. I’m tired of all of it,” he told her.

“If been married was easy, everyone would have a spouse,” she told him.

Willie looked up at her. For the first time since Vicki started, he took a good look at the woman. Although her face was young, the words had been generated by an old soul who had been through a storm. “Free counseling you say?”

“Yes.  It may not save your marriage, but it may well save your sanity,” she added with a smile.  Vicki pulled a brochure from the rack display on the counter handing him the card. “Take the afternoon off, start here and I will let Kelson know you took some personal time today.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

“Get better Mr. Jonson,” she said, heading back to her desk.

Manigault was waiting for her by the office doors. He gave her a smile and a small box of what looked like high-end chocolates.

“You give me a gym membership, yet to take me out for exclusive lunches, now this decadent box of chocolates.  This is a mixed message; are you trying to fatten me up for the slaughter?” She asked him.

“No, that treat is because you are special to all of us Vicki,” he said to her, walking away. 

The monthly luncheons as Manigault’s beard were fun, plus she got to dine in swanky places she wouldn’t be able to afford.  If he was using her, she didn’t care.  It felt nice to be taken care of for once.  He was good at that – taking care of people.

She returned to her desk only to have Kelson popped his head out of his office.

“Did you take care of Mr. Johnson?” He wanted to know.  

“I don’t know if I took care of him per se, but I pointed him in towards the employee counseling service.  He is going to take the afternoon off, Sir,” she said.

“Good. Good,” Kelson said.  “I don’t know what we would do without you, Vicki.”

“You would hire someone else Mr. Herman and life would go on,” she said softly.

“It may go on, Victoria, but it wouldn’t be the same life,” he added going back to his office, closing the door.

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Monday arrived without much flair as the day got underway.  The hustling, bustling, building came to life as worker bees piled into the combs, vomiting up honeyed words to tired consumers. Each step was taken, bringing them closer to a collective of serving a hungry public with food, products, and services most of them didn’t really need.

Taneeka found her in the break room making coffee.

“Girl, I don’t know what you said to Willie, but it must have worked, his socks match today and he is smiling,” Taneeka added.

“Glad to hear he is finding his way back,” Vicki said.

“What did he say was the issue?  That wife of his I’d bet,” Taneeka said to her, eyeballing her for a reaction to the ploy for information.

Vicki gave her no response other than, “I didn’t ask what the problem was.”

“You are good,” Taneeka said, arching her brow.

“You have no idea,” Vicki said with a wink. 

She left Taneeka in the kitchen to make her way to the mail room to pick up the daily mail, sort through the massive pile, placing envelopes and packages into mail slots.  It was her habit to have it all sorted and distributed by 8:30, in case there were actionable items.

“Good morning,” a deep voice said to her.

african american construction managerVicki jumped, turning around to see Willie Johnson standing there. The trademark smile back on his face. A yellow hard hat was in his hand which meant he was on his way out to a manufacturing facility.

“And a good morning to you as well Mr. Jonson.  I see you have located your smile,” she told him.

“I went to the session on Wednesday afternoon,” he said.  “I left feeling a whole heap better after talking it out with someone.”

Vicki adjusted her stance to face him, providing him her undivided attention. Everything about him seemed different. The dark circles were gone and he looked rejuvenated.

“I am glad to hear everything went well,” she said.

“Ms. Vicki, it went so well, I made an appointment for Thursday and saw the counselor again,” he added with a huge grin.

“So, is Keisha going to go to a session with you as well?”

“No, she declined,” he said pausing.  “I did, however, take my kids on Friday and they spoke with the counselor as well.  I set up some additional sessions for them individually.  They are going to need it as we go through this process.”

Vicki wanted to know what process he was talking about, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask the question. Instead, she offered a soft, reassuring smile. It was her hopes that he would divulge the answer without her having to pry it out of him.

“I decided that my children deserved better than a woman who refused to face her anger and her own unhappiness. There is no reason for all of us to suffer because she is miserable.  I make a good living and we have a nice home. Each year she gets angrier and angrier at me without a solid reason she can voice. I’m tired of it, so I put her out,” he said.

“Wait, what?”

“Yep, I put her ass out. If she wants to be miserable, she can go and share her whining and misery with her whining and miserable Mother,” he said.

“What about your children?’

“My children are at home where they should be.  I am stepping down from the board seat, going back to my regular job so I can have normal hours. I will be home to get them off to school and there in the evenings to do homework, cook dinner and whatever else they need. My sister is moving in to lend me a hand until I get everything smoothed out through my attorney and I am going to be happy.  More importantly, so will my children without days and nights of a harpy snapping at them and making them feel small.  No child should have to deal with that every day nor any man,” he said. “I just came to say thanks for giving me a push.”

That wasn’t the push she had given.

“As long as you are happy,” she said.

“I am at peace. Peace outweighs happiness any damned day of the week,” he said, patting her arm.

Whistling, she watched him walk out the door, his back rigid, the steps aimed with purpose. The Employee Assistance Program really helped her after she lost her mother, and the counselors were top notched.  She was pleased that Willie found a path so quickly, but a selfish moment, grazed her thigh, asking for attention.  His departure meant a new board member had to be appointed before the scheduled changing of the guard.

“Lint balls,” she mumbled.  Now she would have to deal with a new personality on the team. She’d barely gotten accustomed to the current thirteen, now a new cog would be added to the wheel housing. Completing the mail sorting, she returned to her desk, checking her calendar to find the best days to set up interviews for Kelson to find Willie Johnson’s replacement.

It was all in a day’s work.  Today was a work day and she had loads to handle, both big and small. Vicki saw no need to put any of it off as she set the timer, and tackled the piles on her desk. Finding happiness was difficult, but at the end of the day what mattered most, was having peace.  Willie as right, peace outweighed happiness any damned day of the week.

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What I am reading: The Talon of God

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The acclaimed actor makes his fiction debut with this enthralling urban fantasy in which a holy warrior must convince a doctor with no faith to help stop a powerful demon and his minions from succeeding in creating hell on earth—a thrilling adventure of science and faith, good and evil, damnation and salvation.

Imagine that everyone you have ever known or loved was forced against their will into a state of demonic possession and spiritual slavery. Imagine an unholy cabal of the world’s richest and most powerful men directing this sinister plan in order to cement their unbridled control of the planet.

Imagine two heroes emerging from that darkness to do battle with the forces of evil.

Set in the mean streets of Chicago, Talon of God is the action-packed adventure centered around the Lauryn Jefferson, a beautiful young doctor who is dragged into a seemingly impossible battle against the invisible forces of Satan’s army and their human agents that are bent on enslaving humanity in a mission to establish the kingdom of hell on Earth.

But Lauryn is a skeptic, and it’s only as she sees a diabolical drug sweep her city and begins to train in the ways of a spirit warrior by the legendary man of God, Talon Hunter, that she discovers her true nature and inner strength. Facing dangerous trials and tests, it’s a true baptism by fire. And if they fail, millions could die. And rivers of blood would flow throughout the land.

Imagine such horror. Such pain. And imagine what it would take to fight against it. For only the strongest and most faithful will survive?

Get ready. Armageddon approaches quickly.

A bit pricey, but available on Kindle.

The Blakemores are Back

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blakemore 9 cover kindlePssttt…. In this episode, the Blakemores head to St. Lucia for a much needed vacation only to run into a woman from Saxton’s past. Things take an odd turn as Copperhead enters the scene challenging everything Odessa believes.
Climb aboard for a Vacation with the Blakemores on the next to the last chapter of the adventure into love.

Meet Naima…Two Nights with You.

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1This is an interesting character for me to write.  I think you guys are going to love this novel and the way the story unfolds for Naima and Derrick Jackson, best known throughout the world as DJ Most, a famous R & B crooner.

Unlike most of the female characters I write who are looking for a life change and someone to fall in love with, Naima is the opposite.  She doesn’t want to fall in love.  

She doesn’t even want a relationship.

She is a flirt.

Her career is everything to her.

The idea of a family is not on her radar and she has not interest in having children. The woman doesn’t even like dogs.  She doesn’t want one of those either.

However, Derrick has subtle way of changing her mind about life, love and the possibility of a future with him.

This is a rich story with full bodied characters who understand not only where they are in life, but more importantly, where they don’t want to go, or rather end up.  In Two Nights with You, a chance encounter half way around the world, becomes a spark to very hot flame, which neither can deny.

Derrick give her courage to make a life change.

Naima give him courage to change his life.

In the end, two nights just may turn into a lifetime.

Come fall in love with me; the best is yet to be.

Pre-order for $.99 for three dynamic novels.

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Two Nights with You…in Tahiti

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Have you ever wanted to simply get away from it all?

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Yeah, me too.  I have a new project with to dynamic authors. 

The three of us are old college pals who have lied to each other about keeping in touch.  As close  friends, we haven’t done a really great job, but we have an idea. We are going to form a travel club.

Two nights, twice a year, we get together.

You know. To get away from it all.

My character, Naima Russell has a very powerful and affluent friend who just happens to have a plane. Ronald Geffen, a music industry God, has a trip scheduled to Tahiti, but unfortunately, his schedule has a last minute conflict, and he can’t make it.  Naima can.

She invites her two good friends, Leah and Yuri.

That is all I am going to tell you for right now.  The novels don’t come out until September, but you can pre-order it here for only $.99.  The actual book price will be $3.99. 

Sooooo….this is the hotel we are staying at in Tahiti.

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I know, so amazing.  I started looking for things our characters can do while we are on the island for two days. This is what I came up with…I think you are going to like it. No, I am not going to tell you which of these adventures we partake in.

Surf Lessons. Then I saw the surf.  #NOPE

Tahiti, Teahupoo

Maybe something a bit more tame, like hiking. This is nice and I won’t drown.

Hiking Tour

This looks cool until I thought about Steve Irwin. #nope

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I believe this is more my speed. Hmm…wine or Corona? That’s the hardest decision I want to make; not should I die after this wave bitch slaps me or will that dolphin want to mate with me.

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OMGEEEE, I just inked. Post card.

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The one on the left, his name is Whan-Na Com En LeiMe. #surethingpal  Food is always good. Besides, there are no dishes to wash.  Just a piece of fruit on a leaf. Maybe I will pull some leaves off the Magnolia in my yard and pass out ribs at the next cook out.  here ya’ go!

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Fine dining is good too! I don’t know what that is, but I want some. There is chocolate and nuts. I ‘m good.

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We can get all romantic and stuff.

Le Coco's Restaurant

Or I can just be driven around in a 4 x 4.

Tahiti Island 4x4 Safari

Either way, I can’t wait to spend Two Nights with You in Tahiti…maybe one more stop.  I will let you know.

 

 

 

 

 

What I am Reading: June 2017

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In my Kindle this month are some goodies.

Burned In Shadows (Shadow Unit Book 2) Kindle Edition

Burned In Shadows (Shadow Unit Book 2) by [Eden, Tigris]Royce Zarides has accepted his hand dealt by fate. He’s loved and left far too many women. In the bedroom that is. But one kiss from Belinda Raine Ignis was all it took for his eyes to open. Is she really the woman meant for him and his brother Ronin?

Or will history only repeat itself?

That’s the million dollar question he doesn’t want to answer. Ronin does not believe that Belinda is for him and his brother. But one night with her isn’t enough. Even when he sees her for who and what she really is, Ronin still has a hard time expressing his emotions where Belinda is concerned, and time is running out now that she’s to ascend to the status of Matria of the Phoenix Enclave. Belinda (Bells) Ignis is good at ignoring men. She’s had her share of heartache.

Jilted at the altar by her first love, she’s sworn all men off for good. Her mother and Matria of her community has other plans in mind, as well as the Zarides brothers. When faced with the heated glances of Ronin and the smooth tongue of Royce, what’s a girl to do?

The clock is ticking down for certain members of the Shadow Unit. Draven assumed dead, leaves a sour taste in everyone’s mouth. Jes’ new found abilities make for a great addition to the team. But when things seem to settle, they only get worse, as the team sets out to discover the origins of Mr. Black and the notorious Red Sun Organization. Secrets are uncovered and deals are made that result in a deadly blow to all involved.

**This is a Multicultural PNR Erotic Romance** Menage, Light BDSM

Available in Kindle Unlimited


F**K Sugar Friday: A Sassy Little Guide to Supercharging Your Life by Saying “No” to Sugar One Day a Week Kindle Edition

F**K Sugar Friday: A Sassy Little Guide to Supercharging Your Life by Saying "No" to Sugar One Day a Week by [Roop, Jessica]In a (naturally sugar-free) nutshell, F**K Sugar Friday will:

    • Help you easily reduce your sugar consumption
    • Turn you into an informed sugar consumer
    • Give you the structure and support you need to make eating less sugar a sustainable commitment
    • Supercharge your life and health in ways that go beyond eating less sugar (I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve for this—you’ll learn more in the book)

Best of all, it’s all built on a base of a little cursing and plenty of fun.

Are you ready? Wait—one more thing. Just so you know, I have a ton of experience with saying “no” to sugar. I’ll give you the details in the book, but trust me when I say I’ve got your back with this whole eat-less-sugar thing.

To supercharge your life by telling sugar “f**k you” (trust me, it deserves it)

Free June 1 on Kindle.


March (In Her Shoes) Kindle Edition