Piece Keeper by Antwan Floyd Sr

About the Book:

Teresa Prince, a small town girl with a big
heart, had dreams of working in law enforcement her goals put on pause in the
worse way possible. Will she overcome this tragedy and emerge triumphant with
her mind and soul intact? Or will the mental anguish be too much for her to
bare? 

James, a twisted soul with ideas of love and
grandeur with a woman that doesn’t feel the same for him, at least not yet.
That will all change if he has anything to do with it. Also, her old flame has
stepped into the picture. Will James be able to win her over and make her the
love of his life before the flame is rekindled between her and her ex? Or will
he be left in the cold while they live happily-ever-after?

Black Love was always a white collar kind of guy
more so than a gangster when an unfortunate incident occurs in a small town in
Illinois he rushes to the side of his ex-fiancé to attempt to save the day. It
does not take long to figure out that not everyone wants to see justice served.
On top of that, his feelings for his past love may not only cause conflicts in
the case but also add a rift to his new relationship. Will Black put his past
behind him and find out who violated Teresa? 

In this fast-paced tale of pain, misguided
passion, and lost love we follow these three souls as they embark on a journey
of romance, rape, and retribution. When there’s no one to count on but yourself
will you stand and deliver? Or bend and break? Each will face that question in
the midst of what they once thought was true. They all find out that when love
turns to war, someone has to be the Piece Keeper!

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Prologue

The
streets were desolate and cold. James shook off the chill that shot through his
bones as he pulled the skull cap slightly down over his eyebrows not leaving
very much of his face to be seen. He took his time moving to the ATM machine.
He had transferred a small portion of his money from the offshore account to
his account in the states. He had been in Burr Ridge for almost a week now.
Nothing or no one, other than Witherspoon, was connecting him to what happened
to Teresa or the others he'd dumped in the river over the past year. He knew
Witherspoon would never speak and their employer had no idea who it was and
didn't want to know. He felt bad about not trying to bring Teresa. He
contemplated that she was better off without him. He slid the bank card into
the machine, keyed in the code followed by the amount he wanted to withdraw,
and then waited for the machine to spit the bills out. Once the money was out
he retrieved his cash and card and went back to his car. He had nothing to
worry about yet he still felt compelled to get out of Illinois. He wanted to
see his sister before he left because he didn't know when he would see her
again. As he climbed into his car and started the engine, he heard the sound of
a click behind his head.

"You
can have the money and car,” he said. The person behind him remained silent.

James
spoke again. “It doesn't have to end badly. I haven't seen your face so you can
just take the cash and go. Everyone's happy."

“This
isn't just a robbery,” the woman's said as she pulled the trigger.

About the Author: 

Antwan Floyd
Sr. is a Publisher, Author, and Reviewer. He publishes Crime Fiction novels
under his publishing company Maleah Solange Books. He has released two titles
in the Black Love Detective Series: Piece Keeper & Cannibal in the City. He
has also written Dope Fiction and Dope Fiction pt. 2 "Greed Between the
Lines". Originally from Chicago, IL he currently resides in Indianapolis,
IN where he is penning his next novel.

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Curse of a Dragon's Claim

About the Book:

 The flame within a dragon warrior's heart awakens Arianna's passion as she begins a journey in which she will discover she's something more than she ever imagined possible.



The realm of the dragons is a world of magic, danger, and mystery. For centuries they've been at war with the vampires, but now the two enemies must work together to save all immortals, and the mortals they co-exist with, from an ancient evil. In order to do so, they need the help of the Forsaken, descendants of immortals who were cast out into the human realm, their memories wiped clean of their true heritage.



Clayne MacDagon is a powerful dragon warrior who is sent on a mission to find one of the Forsaken. Although he's told that this woman is his fated mate, he can't believe it could possibly be true. Arianna Mergliano possesses both dragon and vampire blood, and Clayne has an intense hatred for anything even remotely related to vampires, the evil beings who were responsible for his beloved twin's death.



When Arianna meets Clayne, she's convinced that the man is insane, or maybe he's a warlock or even the devil himself, but whichever it is, she wants nothing to do with him.



Clayne knows he can't fail at his mission. And once he meets Arianna he also knows that what he's been told is true—she is, ironically, his intended mate.



Convincing her to accept him is only the beginning. He has to protect her from those who might want her dead. Together, they must face the shadows and evil that have long plagued the immortal realms and find a way to survive the coming war.

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Kissing her forehead, he took her hand in his. His lips were cool, but the heat off his body was intense. The contrast made her tremble. Clayne placed her hand over the bulge in his breeches. Arianna cupped him, rubbing him with her palm.

“Oh, feels good. Do you feel how I want you?” Nuzzling her neck, an animalistic sound escaped from him. His voice roughened. “I want you to ride my cock.” Kissing her face, his tenderness made her heart flutter. Faint, dazed, she yearned for him. “You make me burn, my beautiful mate. My dragon’s heat boils within me.”

“I love how it rushes through me too.”

“It soothes me, stimulates me, and makes me want to fuck you more. I can’t get enough of you.” His words caused a volcano of desire to erupt inside her. “Let’s take your clothes off so I can feel your skin against mine.” Clayne pushed her hair behind her back. Gently, he placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her to him. He kissed her face and neck. Arianna pressed herself against him, encouraging his touch.

“Clayne,” Arianna said between his kisses. “I want you between my legs.” Wetness escaped her pussy and dampened her thighs. Emboldened by the press of his erect cock against her, she said, “I want you inside me.” She rubbed her hands up and down his back. He was strong, muscular, an exceptional specimen of masculinity. “I love being with you.”

“You smell perfect. Like a woman who’s eager for me.” Inhaling deeply, he turned her around and began to undo her dress’s buttons. “I need to get you out of this gown. I’m impatient to give what you ask of me.” He nipped the back of her neck. Juices flowed to her pussy.

“Oh sweet lord, you bite.” A shiver of desire raced down her spine, pooling in her womb.

“Nah, I just tease. But I do have fangs.” He flashed a suddenly fanged mouth. “I can look like a vampire, but they’re my dragon teeth. We have sharp ones too.” His large hands cupped her breasts. They were heavy, aching with need. When he squeezed them, she moaned, leaning back against him.

“Take me, Clayne.”

“I’m going to rip this gown off. I need you naked.”

A loud ripping sound followed his words. Tiny seed buttons bounced on the floor as the gown fell to her feet. A thin chemise still covered her. Clayne picked her up, and then her back hit the soft mattress as she bounced on the bed. Standing naked by the side of the bed, he watched her. His penis jutted from his body.

“Arianna, take your undergarment off,” he ordered. “I need you free of all clothing. I want nothing between us, and I want to be inside you.”

Sitting up, she quickly removed her chemise, pulling it over her head and tossing it on the floor. Her heart beat fast and hard. Dazed with the rush of desire his words inspired, she spread her legs in bold invitation. She swung her hair back over her shoulder and rose up on her elbows, beckoning him.

Standing before her with his cock in his hand, he rubbed its firmness. It was swollen and long. The tip was darker, redder than the rest of the firm organ. She was thinking he was gorgeous.

“Beautiful.” He echoed her thoughts. “You’re the most beautiful female I know.”

Clayne stole her thoughts right from her brain. Their unique communication continued to amaze her. In an instant, he was upon her. Pushing her thighs further apart, he settled between them. His cock rested against her leg. She kissed him, closing her eyes as she absorbed the exquisite sensations. The heat and ecstasy of his kisses made her surrender completely to him. She reached for his cock, rubbing it with her hand. It fascinated her. The feel of the smooth skin stretched over the incredible hardness excited her further.

“It’s so large and firm. I like the feel of it inside me.” More moisture escaped her, dampening her inner thighs. “I like what we do.”

With a quick thrust, he was inside her, deep until she swallowed up his entire length.

“Arianna, you like that?”

“Yes.” She opened her eyes to stare into his shiny blue ones, bright as diamonds. His stare was hot. It penetrated her, warming her insides even more than the heat she was already experiencing.

Continuing to watch her with intensity, he moved within her. He closed his eyes, and his face relaxed as if he were experiencing pure joy. Arianna wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. She ran her hands over his firm buttocks as he worked in and out of her. The man made her feel dainty under his massive body. She liked that feeling as well.

“You’re nice and tight.” Clayne rested fully against her as he pushed inside her tight pussy. Skillfully, he pulled out and pushed in again. The gratifying friction against her clit made her squeeze his cock, release, and squeeze him again. He moaned. “You like how I’m fucking you, my beautiful mate?”

“Yes.” Arianna could barely answer him.

Clayne pounded harder into her, and then stopped, partially withdrawn from her. Kissing her sensitive nipples, he laved them with his tongue. He made love to her breasts with his mouth. Pulling his cock fully from her body, he turned her onto her stomach.

Arianna whimpered. “Clayne, I want you to…”

“To what?” He pulled her to the edge of the bed until her feet touched the floor. He pushed his cock into her wet pussy. Standing behind her, he pounded with great efficiency. With each push into her, the enormous bed moved across the floor. “You feel so good.” Resting, he lay against her, fondling her breasts with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other as he pounded into her. “I love fucking you. I’m pleased I’ve found you.”

“Clayne… Clayne,” Arianna screamed. Intense shudders passed through her, silencing her.

“Yes, my mate. You’re fucking good.” His body shivered as he fully rested against her. For a few moments, he was completely still. “Mate, you make me burn. The passion I feel races hot.”

“Clayne…” Before she could say more, he grabbed her under her arms, pulling her to the head of the bed. Moving the bedding out of their way, he positioned her under the covers, following her beneath.

“Let’s rest, my mate. We’ve had a very long, intense day.” Curling her into him, he held her in his arms. The great heat he’d generated had waned, yet his arms were still comfortably warm.

More questions for him danced through her head. Her mind was fully charged with activity, thinking over every detail he’d shared with her. However, exhaustion took over, quieting her. The bed was comfortable. It smelled of lilacs, soothing her further. The mattress cushioned her body softly along with his warm embrace. She decided to close her eyes, only for a few moments. Darkness enveloped her. Involuntarily, sleep overtook her.

About the Author:

Welcome to Ciara Lake's World. Meet Gorgeous Werewolves, Vampires, Dragons, Mermaids, Wizards, Witches, Mythological Gods and Goddesses, Mere Mortals And More! Fiction has always been a passion of mine. Creating worlds and developing characters is a great way for me to relieve the stress and strain of my everyday world. In fantasy (paranormal) and sci-fi stories, the author has the unique ability to invent wonderfully exotic places and people. I do that in my books. These fantastic genres provide a limitless ability to be creative and inventive. My stories provide an escape into a special world filled with unique and otherworldly things. And there is always a happy ending.

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Forsaken Heart

About the Book:

Punished for sins not her own, can a mortal claim her vampire mate?


The world of immortals must unite to save both themselves and the mortals they co-exist with from an ancient evil.


For Bede MacTaggert this means trusting in the warrior sent for her sister—a man of mystery, of power, and one who could easily sweep her into a world she's destined to be part of.


An imperial guard to the king of vampires, Gawain has always tuned out the needs of the flesh. Dedicating himself to the service of the royals, he's lived on the fringes of his people for centuries. Now he's forced from the shadows and into the arms of a woman who will awaken his heart and body to a passion unequaled.

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Bede gasped at the touch of his hand. Her eyes widened, and the fire coursing through her veins throbbed to life. Heavy, full, her breasts ached beneath the fabric of her dress. She could feel a hollow throb between her legs, a hunger building. Her eyes darted to his, and she recognized the feelings in his gaze. Lust flared, hotter, stronger than any desire to feed any morality. Leaning closer, she trailed a finger down his face, her nail gathering blood.



Slowly, her eyes locked to his, she lifted her bloody nail to her lips and sucked, a moan of pleasure echoing on the night. His eyes darkened, lips curling up to reveal his extended fangs. The pounding of his blood echoed in her head.



“Yes.” Gawain’s guttural reply vibrated through her body.



With a groan, she grabbed the front of his tunic, her lips crashing into his. Clumsy, untutored, her tongue traced over his lips, demanding entrance. When he gasped she took full advantage, her tongue darting past his teeth to duel with his. Scrambling closer, she pressed against him, her hands tangling in his hair, tracing his shoulders, his neck. Again and again she kissed him. Her body on fire, shuddering and moaning with each response from him. Her blood pooling with each caress, each brush of his tongue against hers.



“Gawain, please…” Whimpering, she threw her head back, exposing her throat, desperate for him to sink his teeth into the flesh there. Pressing his head downward, she guided him toward the throbbing pulse of her life’s blood.



“Nay, nay, we cannot.” Gawain licked, suckled, his muted protest at odds with the way his hands palmed her breasts, teasing her nipples into hardened peaks. “Bede, stop. Gods above, stop me…”



“No, take. Drink.” Bede reached up to scratch at her throat. “Take what you need. I am yours.”



Screaming in pleasure, she shook when he sank his teeth deep. Her body trembling, every nerve alive, the pain bordered on pleasure and she writhed against him. “Yes!”



Pressing closer, she licked her lips, her head shifting, resting against his shoulder. Her hand darted down his body, her fingers seeking the waistband of his trews. His fingers, rough and calloused, grabbed hers as she palmed his hardened cock.



“Nooo, let me.” She whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head as darkness swam within her vision. Each pull on her throat echoed in her womb, and she hovered on the brink. Clinging to him, she pressed closer, tighter, the need to share beyond any control she had.



Stars exploded behind her eyelids as he lapped at the blood oozing from the wound. Already she could feel her body hovering, waiting on the precipice. She flew apart when his fingers touched her bare skin, the nails scoring the insides of her thighs before he cupped her womanhood. Arching her hips into his palm, the friction against her clit shattered her. Screaming out his name, Bede fell into the darkness that hovered around her. Whole, fulfilled for the first time in her life.






About the Author:

Born in Northern British Columbia, Elise is a small-town girl. She writes in a variety of genres including paranormal, contemporary suspense, m/m in various lengths. Currently, she lives in British Columbia with her husband and son, one dog, one cat, and a gecko. Elise enjoys reading as much as she does writing, with some of her favorite books being read until they fall apart. 

She is currently working on the next book in the Forsaken Series, Burning Rain. As well she has a new contemporary she’s working on. For more information on Elise, or to check out her books you can find her on Facebook, twitter, and her website.

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Book review of Little Maryam.

Life can be very intimidating and at times you have to bend your knee to the circumstances as it presents itself with time. Time is the most powerful thing in the entire universe and you must have heard that change is the only thing permanent. When things aren't going in your way, it must be going in the Lord's way its said.

Saadiq and Maryam's life was like a roller coaster ride ever since the time they first met until it took a U turn and they were separated from each other. Saadiq on the pretext of killing his friend was sent to jail and Maryam was married of to a handsome man.

Can they be together and under what circumstances will they meet if they ever meet?

I was constantly asking myself the question until the moment I finally found out that Maryam had met with an accident and the only person she could remember was Saadiq.

It was a emotional 2nd part of the story pertaining to the situations that led to such a turmoil in Maryam's life where she had forgotten who she is and what her life had been after Saadiq is taken to jail. All she knows is Saadiq.

You need to read the rest of the story to find out what happens next.

Little Maryam is a gem of a book, one whose story will spellbind you in every way possible. Very few and I say with utter responsibility that only very few books have made me emotional, let alone cry.

Hamid and only Hamid has an eloquent way of giving voice to the emotions, that will make your heart flutter. You will fall in love with the book the moment you start reading. By the time I finished the book, I was asking myself how can life be so unfair. You know the language of the heart, it just understands what it needs to and filters away everything else, such is the love story that Hamid has penned down.

Will life ever justify its actions and why it did things it wanted to?

There is emotion, suspense, intensity, romance and all the elements are fused together to carve out a wonderful romantic novel.

Such an ironical name to the book, in the first half you would know, as you read who is “Little Maryam”, and in the second part you will willingly accept Little Maryam. I loved that concept, with which the author has envisioned to portray Maryam. If you ask me I loved every part of the book, it was like I have to find out what happens next.

By the end of the story I was asking myself the question below and got a befitting reply in the end, one that will shake you to the core.

What is life you ask?

Its doing something for somebody, who can't return you a favor. And at the very moment of selfless service, you have brought the space-time continuum to a halt. I wouldn't have valued more had I not read it till the very last page.

Little Maryam had left a mark on my life. A book that has left a long lasting impression on me. There are some books on which you can't put a price tag and Little Maryam is the book.

My First Breakup

About the Book:

“Oh God, why me?”

This is perhaps what we think of when we go through a ‘breakup’.

This story is about Anirudh and Anvi.

Both of them have their own thinking which are not alike.

The story begins with Anirudh meeting with and accident. As he slowly succumbs to the pain, he starts reflecting about his bygone college days where he found his love for music. He loves Anvi dearly who is a long-lost friend of Anirudh.

The story reveals how Anirudh struggles as the hands of reality strikes him down.











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   This is it. One wrong move and I find myself
crying to sleep. Days, maybe weeks of putting up the brave face. The ultimate,
cliché teenage drama. Everyone has been through it and everyone has heard of
it. But for me it was the first time. Maybe the last, hopefully. 

   So, wearing my heart on my sleeves, I fell in ‘love’.
Not once, but twice with the same guy in a row. Tramp? No. I was in love.
Deeply, madly, unconditionally. Until the hands
of practicality punched me
right on my face. I was left stranded
and confused. Wondering why all of this was happening to
me.  Another cliché moment. But for me,
it was the first time.

  
There is something about human nature which seeks for sympathy. Just had
a breakup? The whole world is conspiring for you to be unhappy. No, I will not smile, the world is a cruel place. It
takes days for people to get over it. For me? Well no surprise to you, it took
a year. One entire year of  ‘the wait’.
Sitting back now and thinking about it, I find it funny. No, I find it
hilarious. So, what happened after the year was over? Did I just miraculously
wake up one day and think to myself that, “hey, you know what…. you are a great
girl, get over it…move on!!” No, I realized that he had thought of this way
back. He had moved on way back. While, the “so-in-love” me, was waiting. Simply waiting for my stars to turn
and relive the same love story again. 

  The moment
you see that your ex has a different face beside the “in a relationship”
status, that is the moment you realize how blind and ridiculous you were. The
once cute goatee seems like a bush now, that smile which made you smile makes
you want to knock off all his teeth, his fascination for food makes you notice
his peeking belly pouch. In a nutshell, you are no longer in love with him and
his flaws. So then, life brings you to a fork road. The fun road is where you
sit back and spread wild rumors about how terrible he is and how he broke your
heart. Believe me, the devil will tempt you to follow this path. It is a
fantastic journey, but a few more months of futility. So I chose the better
path. Get up, pull yourself together, shrug off the dust and embrace the new
journey. I am glad I chose the latter. Very glad.

What do you do when an entire part of your life has been erased which
once held so much of importance to you? You try and fill it up with things you
never had time for otherwise. Socialize,
go out, write, sing, laugh, read, stare randomly out of the window and get lost
in your own beautiful world. Life was better. I am an ardent believer in
unconventionality. Why follow the crowd? I won’t make my own crowd! No siree! I
won’t even sit at a distance and laugh at the crowd. I would rather live in a
parallel world, a different dimension maybe. I can see you. But you can’t touch
me. You can’t judge me. I can be me. Shamelessly.

Raise the walls
high. Build the impenetrable walls. Shut the gates. It’s my own perfect world.
A year goes by in my world. Everything is healed.

I decide to open up the windows a little bit. A little fresh air will cause no
harm. I felt a whiff. A new breeze. That felt nice. It felt familiar. Maybe I
can open up my windows just a wee bit more. I will shut them off immediately.
They are wide open now. Even today. I never shut them. I was never able to.

 
Vulnerable or strong? Please be vulnerable, please be vulnerable………
pleaded my heart. Shut up already. You have created enough chaos. I am in
charge now. No more “Fairytale dreams”,
no more car rides, no more falling for flattering messages, no more being silly
in love.

Do you have a tiny voice at the back of
your head which speaks back to you and gives life advice, for god’s sake? Well mine is louder than my own voice, has a humongous ego
and can be downright obnoxious sometimes. It’s difficult living with it
seriously. You know the worst part? It is usually right.

‘ I love you’. Nope, no you don’t. ‘I could die for you’.
No you can’t. ‘I have waited my whole life for you’. Were you born yesterday?
‘I just want to be with you’. Yeah, you want to be in my pants. The voice is
annoying I tell you, but it is always right. If I was anything like the voice
then I doubt whether I would have had any friends.

About the Author:

Dhruba Das Roy  is a freelance writer, a musician by passion, and a software engineer by profession. He is from Assam, but born in a small town of Meghalaya, where he finished his schooling. He then obtained his degree in engineering from the esteemed college of National Institute of Technology. He discovered his love for music there and was the lead vocalist of his band, “The Rozarts”.



He loves rock and roll and is a great fan of the pioneers of rock and roll-(Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Queen and the list goes on).Unfortunately, as engineering life came to an end, the band had to split. Recently, he moved to Kolkata where he is working in one of leading software service based companies in India.



Not everyone can put their thoughts into words. Dhruba had never tried his hand in writing; but he had an experience, an experience which changed his life for the better. Being a vocalist, his only way of expression was through the creative way. He decided to pen down his thoughts and he discovered that writing came naturally to him. His thought process in the novel relates to the general mass in many ways. He decided to stretch his limits and ended up voicing his thoughts in a different way this time.