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A book series filled with 100% steamy one-shot stories with backstories. This isn't for the soft-hearted. I write blood-raw fiction exploring topics other authors are too afraid to touch. I was homeless when I wrote this book. In three days, I was done. I stimYOUlate then edYOUcate. Come on inside. There's something for everybody. Stories with a theme and a deeper message of love and acceptance. My name is Brandisha Sinclair and good pussy runs in the family. When I was growing up my Grandma Quanisha, a sweet, homely woman was my idol. I looked up to her. I used to model myself after her. My love for God and my appreciation for all selfless things stemmed from her love. I used to love her sweet potato pies she made from scratch. She always made my very own pie and she didn't let anybody touch it. I remember sitting on the dining table watching her mix the ingredients. She always took her time. She never needed measuring cups. She knew just how much spice or sugar to add. She would always kiss my lips and tell me I was beautiful. I would blush with glee and never question her judgment. Some Men Wear Panties. But they will NEVER admit it. These men aren't necessarily gay, but they love the feel, the sensuality, the pleasure and the frankness of women's panties. He's your everyday construction worker who gets off on wearing them under his dirty jeans; he's your everyday mechanic shop owner who sports them secretly for his plus-sized wife. He's your everyday straight type who only put them on to keep his lesbian lover committed, happy and faithful. He's your everyday man living his life on the Down Low who models them behind his girlfriend's back. He's your selfish lover who sneaks out of his girlfriend's house while she's sleeping to have a sexual romp with another man in the shadows. He's your everyday Thug who mistreats his woman and entertains himself watching other men in pink panties. He's your everyday black man who mourns the death of his son by getting lost in the weakness of the flesh.
1:23 a.m.
Thursday morning:
I awakened from a deep sleep, horny. My husband snored away next to me, sounding like pigs on the loose. My clit was swollen. I had to rub my walls and quietly sing into the dark room to calm it. My pussy's name was Strawberry, and she had a thing for grapes and anal beads. The AC kept me cool. My nookie was hot, and my ass wanted to be good and fucked. I looked at my sleeping husband like he was a Martian.
Should I awaken him?
Hell, yea, Girl! my salty walls screamed with an attitude.
But my heart won over the battle and said, "Let the man sleep. He has a long day at the office. He takes care of his family, so who was I to wake him up?"
"You are a horny bitch, that's who you are. And you need to wake his ass up, Girl. I'm pulsating and I'm wet and right now I feel more like a twat than Hello, Kitty and you need to feed me, Seymour and I wasn't talking Little Shop of Horror Feed Me either, bitch."
I was about to explode. I had to rub my pussy again, to get her to calm down. Shhh, I cooed, hoping she listened. My pussy could be a stubborn bitch when she wanted to. I think she loved my husband more than I did. Strawberry had a mind of her own, and she wanted a Banana in her Split. Deep down inside I knew I could not wake him up. He had to get up at 6 a.m. Plus when we got married, he said he didn't like anyone messing with his body while he slept. He said Lorraina Bobbit forever fucked his head up when she cut off her husband's dick years ago. I understood. Because if somebody cut my pussy, I was seriously putting some unleaded in their asses, and I wasn't about gas.
2:34 a.m.
When the clock struck 2:34 a.m., I was smoking a cigarette. My thighs drummed together like Sheila E. on tour with Prince in the 80s. I needed some loving. I took a cold shower half an hour ago, without using the soap like the white girls do in the movies, since they seemed to be taking all the black men these days. I tried dating a white man, but he smelled like Rufus 24 hours a day, never used a wash rag to wash his ass and tried to stick his fist in my ass while fucking me with his big toe. Oh, hell no, and a no, and a fuck no, and a double you-got-me-fucked-up no. My homeboi, with his chocolate ass, dated a white girl and married her because she did things a black woman wasn't into. You're not pissing on me, taking a dump on me and I wasn't blowing bubbles in your hairy booty hole. I wasn't that type of country gal.
I had to stop fucking with one of my best friends. Cindy and I been close since Pre-K, but when her snow bunny looking ass fucked my daddy in college, right after he dropped us off and we checked into our dorms, I forgave her because we had too much to drink.
Years later she fucked my ex-boyfriend behind his daddy's minivan while his yuck mouth grandma was watching Girls Gone Wild from thirty years ago, when her titties weren't hanging curtains. I scrubbed the ground with that ho and beat her ass. Then a few months later she married my leftovers and had a set of twins. I visited that backstabbing ho at the hospital disguised as a janitor and whipped her ass right in front of her family and wrapped the strings from the Congratulations balloons around her neck and beat the saltine off that bitch. My dirty dick ex-boyfriend tried to grab me. "You see, that's why I don't date black bitches..."
Bap, bap. I punched him in his shit. It took a moment for him to react. "And that's why you date dog-smelling, Rufus Lassie the third bitches. I don't blow in booty holes you secret gay ass undercover brother ass scrub!"
"I'll kill you, bitch!"
"Ahhh, him is big mad. He ain't big mad, him is big mad. You wanna bowl of Fruity Pebbles, punk? Try it! Your swollen-foot daddy is worth half a billion dollars. I'll sue the fuck out of his ass if you try it! You broke my heart for this eater, this slaughter, this hood rat trailer trash ass bitch? I hope she told you that her brother is her cousin on her Mama side, since you like making babies with pigs and her own brothers ran her ass in like a free admission to Mission Impossible 5: hoes on ice."
He pulled out a gun and I ran up out of there before security or the police arrived. One of the cops spotted me, but after spitting on his swollen mushroom head, sucking his balls and riding that black baton until he came in ecstasy on my back, I talked the police chief into arresting him (for pulling a gun on me, and he was on hospital cameras, fuck boy) and the dick-gobbling white ho. Oh, she was mad and her white priviledge card was no match for the power of black pussy on blue-color dick. Call me DJ Quick.
I just needed a quick rinse off. And even that pissed me off because my sweet decadent center talked to me sometimes and that whore said, "Bitch, are you serious? It takes more than cold, purified water to cool the steam in my pink walls."
And Strawberry was right. Most people talked to animals and plants. Well, I talked to my nookie and read it some Robert Frost at times. I swear...Strawberry listened because every time I read "To the Thawing Wind" and "A Girl's Garden," my succulent lips soaked my panties to the point I had to wear a Depends diaper to sooth the ache in my thighs.
I was so horny I was about to fuck the bed. I did not like messing with my stubborn man while he slept. He was anal about things like that. I opened the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a green permanent marker. Opening the top, the architect in me came alive and I drew something on my inner thigh. Satisfied with the drawing, I then drew Italy next to it in its entire splendor.
Tossing the marker, I turned over and tugged on my husband. He snored even louder, pissing me off.
Rosa James, known as Hatshepsut, is a young woman with an untold secret. Known in the ballroom circuit, she hides the scars inflicted on her by her mother, Avarice James, a plastic surgeon with mental illness. Rosa navigates her ups and downs with devastating accuracy as she deals with an unloving father, a man of the cloth, abuse, fear, lack of self confidence and love.
In Book 1, Alicia Chay was turned into a vampire against her free will. After 200 years of becoming The Queen of the Hounds, she came upon Queen Gree and her slaves with untold secrets. After freeing the slaves, she was summoned to be Armona, Queen Mother’s "Shadowing Queen," but she overthrew Armona to become the new Queen. Her ascension was met with hostility because Alicia ruled using Armona’s face and her identity. The Dragonhead Ancients plot against her. In Book 2, Alicia slaughtered Suh'Kyng and challenged his son, Muzzle. Khovahsh survived the Viper King's near fatal assault and Vultorian. In Book 3, Alicia Chay is in for the uphill battle of her life! The Dragonhead Ancients are exposed. Khovahsh’s brothers, Raynedrakin, Don Sharps and Doppelgänger are against his infatuation with Alicia. Don Sharps and Alicia battle as a new danger approach once she's taken to SARCONIA. Will Alicia perish by a civilization of supernatural insects she never knew existed, and isn't part of the Treaty of the Animals?
In "The Law of Beasts Book 1 - Act 1," The Queen of the Hounds, Alicia Chay came into power by taking the throne from Armona, the Queen Mother through intimacy and swapped bodies with her and ruled for the next forty centuries bearing Armona's face. Snubbing vampires illegally living in human bodies, living everyday lives, she created the Treaty of the Animals, a declaration of unity signed by the Kings or representatives of the powerful supernatural tribes in blood. She may have taken control of Armona's government and her image, but she doesn't have the respect of the Dragonhead Ancients because she illegally took the throne when she was appointed Armona's Executioner. In "The Law of Beasts Book 1 -Act 2," Jahja Gregorian AKA Vultorian makes his debut through the womb of a buzzard back in 3 B.C., seeking vengeance for the death of his son and the destruction of his family at the hands of Armona and Alicia. Alicia's foe-turned-secret admirer, Khovahsh Burgoos, a demi-shifting reincarnate, battle villains that are out to destroy Alicia and her phony facade of power. However, there is an embattled scientist that makes a side deal with Vultorian to destroy man kind and the Dragonhead Ancients coupled with an angry assassin, Muzzle, sniffing her tracks. Alicia not only will be challenged at a race car event, but her animal treaty hangs in the balance, along with her life...
KHOVAHSH BURGOOS, an elitist demi-shifting reincarnate, is a nine-thousand-year-old member of the Dragonhead Ancients…. ALICIA CHAY, the sadistic queen of torture, ruled for forty centuries under the identity of someone else. With a family of savages as her fledgling, she detests mortals, but she loves feeding on them for blood. Her passion for protecting animal life poured into the creation of the “TREATY OF THE ANIMALS.” It’s a declaration signed in supernatural blood by the Kings of every Animal Tribe in the supernatural world to maintain the balance between good and evil... But there’s one problem. She became a vampire, built THÈ HÔU₷E ÖF THÈ HÔUND₷ and created a treaty without clearance from the Dragonhead Ancients or the Queen Mother, Armona. Alicia hunts down insubordinate vampires that illegally use human bodies to snub precious animal life. Meanwhile...she is being observed by Khovahsh. He has direct orders to deceive her, but he has his own agenda. When they encounter each other a chain of events compromises her life and opens the door for MUZZLE, an angry villain, to threaten her for turning her back on THÈ HÔU₷E ÖF THÈ HÔUND₷.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
Julia and Evan were the perfect couple-or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She's fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn't deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn't listen. Now, it's time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? "We should break up," he'd said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it's Evan's turn to hear the truth-and to face his deepest regret.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"