Hello guys! I know it has been a long time since I’ve updated this blog and for that I am extremely sorry! I have been a very busy little bee and I have also been sick! Over the summer, I thought I had pneumonia. I was wheezing, I had shortness of breath and I was coughing up some disgusting phlegm. Ugh, I was so scared! But the people at Chestnut Hill Hospital took such good care of me and it turned out not to be pneumonia, but instead an acute case of bronchitis. Listen y’all, they had me in there looking like Bane from the Batman movie with that damn oxygen mask on. Then they put me on this albuterol inhaler. No lie when I say that thing worked out like gang busters lol. After that, I cut my hair. Ugh, I’ll have to do a separate blog post about my disastrous experience at Foxxy Diva’s hair salon located on Germantown avenue off of Chelten Avenue. But, I also have been getting a lot of writing done and just finished my first book of short horror stories! Woo hoo! I am so excited! I always said that I didn’t want to just be stuck in Urban Fiction, that I wanted to branch out to other genres. I’ve done erotica, crime fiction and psychological thriller, and I’ve had so much fun with those titles. Now I want to see how readers feel about me throwing my hat in the ring of HORROR! (villainous scary laugh here) So this is what I’m doing…
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Heyyyyyyy everybody! What’s up, what’s up, what’s up!!? I am in a super good mood this morning as Love’s Deadly Masquerade begins to climb into the top 100 for Women’s Fiction >>>Crime on Amazon Kindle. I just completed a Free Kindle Giveaway for this book and while there were over 2000 downloads with Love’s Deadly Masquerade sitting at #1 for Crime and Psychological on Kindle for free downloads, there were still readers who got their free download through Kindle Unlimited (I know a few posts back I said I was breaking up with that program but a few of my author friends insisted that I give it a longer try, so I am…pouting) and that improved its ranking in the Paid categories IMMENSELY. It’s only right that I show my readers and supporters gratitude because without you all, where would I be?! In that regard, I have come up with a three-part contest that includes Amazon Gift Certificates, Cash Prizes and Kindle Fire 7s! I know you are excited wanting to know how can you get parts. So without further ado, let’s get to it!
Giveaway 1- Enter your chance to win a Kindle Fire 7″ Display Wi-Fi, 8 GB (Black)
1st- Purchase & read Love’s Deadly Masquerade on Amazon Kindle(not through Kindle Unlimited-sorry, there will be a contest for KUP readers next week)
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Last- Make a post on Facebook recommending it to your friends. Make sure you tag me!
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Giveaway 3- FOR PAPER BACK READERS ONLY! Enter your chance to win a $50 Amazon Gift certificate or Paypal deposit!
1st- You must purchase ANY paperback novel from www.theauthoryani.com/folio.html Take your pick from A Thug’s Redemption 1, 2, or 3; Obsessive Intimacies or Love’s Deadly Masquerade
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This is my display of appreciation to my readers and supporters over the last few years. Every week I will be doing a giveaway and the prizes will be getting bigger so don’t miss out! If you already own novels by Yani, share the contest with your friends and family so they may have a chance at winning! This contest starts today and ends next Sunday evening at 11:59pm! A winner for each prize will be selected and announced Wednesday at 12pm EST. For those who are entering the paperback contest, I will be sure to wait until everyone has received their books and completed the necessary steps. Thank you for your support! Let’s have some fun!
Good morning readers! I wanted to make sure I got this blog post up bright and early so I can make you all aware that Love’s Deadly Masquerade is available on Amazon Kindle for Free! Yes, I know so many readers out in the world enjoy not only a good read, but a FREE good read! Let’s Get Love’s Deadly Masquerade into the number one spot for Crime, Mystery, Thriller & Suspense and Psychological! Are you team Yani? (Scream Yes!) What do we want? (screams- The Number 1 Spot on The Best Seller’s List) When do we want it? (Screams- NOW!) So let’s go Team Yani! Tweet and retweet #TeamYani #LovesDeadlyMasquerade #Freebie to help spread the word so that this book can sit in the number one spot where it belongs! Tweet and Retweet with those hashtags and encourage your fellow readers to one click, read and be sure to leave a review. I can’t stress how important it is for readers to leave a review for an author after they’ve read the book whether you liked the book or not. Good feedback most definitely leads to more sales because it makes the next reader curious about the story that was written. Sometimes, bad feedback can have the same effect because readers may want to know if they’ll feel the same way (depending on the detail of the bad feedback). But bad feedback (depending on what’s said- sometimes it’s constructive, sometimes it’s just pure hate!) can help a writer perfect his or her own craft to turn out an even better book next time.
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For those of you who have already read Love’s Deadly Masquerade, the ending may have given you the impression that another installment to A Thug’s Redemption was coming. Well, you are partially correct. Jamal, D-Ball, Andre and some of the other characters are back in another book and it’s called “A Thug’s Life Revisited.” Can y’all believe I wrote this book in 9 days?! Nine mutha-flubbin days!! That’s the fastest that I’ve ever written a full length novel! Before this, I wrote A Thug’s Redemption 3: The Wrath of Andre in three weeks and A Thug’s Redemption 2: Jamal’s Return in five weeks. I’m proud of myself.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news but one of the main characters from A Thug’s Redemption dies in this one. I know, I know! How could I do such a thing?! Cold hearted bitch, right? (sigh) I write what I see. And I saw one of them die. If I don’t write what I see, I won’t be able to write the book. It’s kinda like going against the grain, ya know? Who’s the guy on the cover with the gun, you ask? Remember D-Ball from the original series? Well let’s just say he’s uh… pissed in this book. I’m sure you all recognize Jamal from the other covers.
So I’m going to give you guys a little taste of what’s to come, so you have an idea of how juicy and action packed this book is. It sure to take you on a hell of an emotional ride from start to finish. But I’m positive you guys will love reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it.
It was another long day at the office for Jamal. He was completely swamped with a few cases that he and his partner Dante had recently closed out. Earlier during the day, a young man who only gave him the name George, had given him a package. With the size of his workload, he hadn’t had a chance to look through what was in the thick envelope. Jamal decided that he would put it off until the next day so he could get home in time to have dinner with his wife, Tiffany. Their two-year-old son was having a sleep over with Deisha and Maurice’s two children so they could finally have some alone time together. He promised Dante he would drop him off at home first.
“Yo homie, you ready to roll?” Dante asked as he approached Jamal’s desk.
“Yeah man, I was just finishing up,” Jamal replied as he stood up. He threw his jacket on and was about to walk away from his desk when he remembered the envelope that was given to him by George earlier that day. He snatched it up and he and Dante headed out of the precinct together.
“You never checked out what was in the envelope that dude gave to you earlier?” Dante asked as they walked over to the parking lot.
“Nah, I said I would look at it tomorrow since I’m off. Dude was real secretive about it like it was some Mission: Impossible type shit. It was weird.” He and Dante chuckled. Jamal took out his keys and hit the keyless starter. As soon as the car started, an explosion erupted lifting the car from the ground. The explosion caused multiple car alarms to go off and the blast knocked Jamal and Dante back into a wall. Jamal’s ears were ringing and his head and back hurt. Dante slowly moved to his knees and looked at Jamal in disbelief. Jamal looked at him wide-eyed.
“What the fuck was that?!” Dante yelled. Other cops ran from the precinct to see what happened.
Jamal shook his head with a look of shock written over his face. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Nah fuck this. You’re looking at that file tonight! Whatever is in it, they don’t want you to see it.” Dante grimaced. “Here we go again with this bullshit.”
Sirens from firetrucks and ambulances could be heard approaching the scene. A Sergeant from IAB stood in the window of the fifth floor looking down at what was going on. His cell phone rang.
“This is Rutkowski,” he answered as he continued to stare down below.
“What’s the result?” a male asked on the other end.
“Targets were missed. We’ll get them though,” Sergeant Rutkowski replied.
“That’s not the answer we were expecting,” the man on the phone said.
“I know, sir. My apologies.”
“Save your apologies. Next time, be more efficient.” The man disconnected the call and Rutkowski put his phone back in his pocket. He continued to stare down at the scenery as the fire fighters put out the flames to Jamal’s 2015 Acura RDX as he plotted on his next move against Jamal Williams and Dante Smith.
In other news, tonight at 9pm EST I am doing an interview with the fabulous Jeanette Sapphire Blue on Blog Talk Radio to disgust my new book, Love’s Deadly Masquerade and domestic violence. I want you guys to tune in and feel free to join in the conversation as well. Domestic Violence is very serious and many women suffer from it daily. Call 646-668-2123 and hang out with us on the event page on Facebook
That’s right, folks. Yani has done it again except this time, the book hasn’t even officially been released and it is already sitting in the top 100 on Amazon’s Best Sellers list for Women’s Fiction>>Mystery, Thriller & Suspense>>Detective. I am so proud of myself! I am having a lot of fun marketing and promoting this book, submitting press releases and working to get things where I want them to go with this book. I want to make sure that everything goes great with this book and it generates the attention, respect and readership that I have been working so hard for over these last few years. It was a lot of fun writing this book and so far I am getting a lot of positive feedback from those who heard me on a blogtalkradio interview that I did Saturday February 6th 2016 and listened to the excerpt that I read. Domestic violence isn’t talked about enough and most times when it’s talked about, it’s always when it’s too late and a young lady has already lost her life from being in an abusive relationship. Hopefully through this book I will get the chance to reach young women who feel as though they are trapped in a dangerous situation and help them find the courage to get out of it.
If you haven’t pre-ordered your copy of Love’s Deadly Masquerade yet, click on the link below and get your copy for $0.99. Once it is officially released it will go up to it’s regular price of $5.99, so take advantage of this $5.00 discount!
Check out an excerpt from Love’s Deadly Masquerade below and if you crave more like many of my readers have been this last month since I announced it was coming, there’s another excerpt in the post before this one.
The ceiling fan oscillated from high above, blowing a cool breeze meekly about. While the room’s temperature should have felt like a cool, autumn’s day, to Vanessa it felt hot as hell, like the middle of summer.
“Bitch, you must have lost your fucking mind having a man in my house while I’m not here.” Eric barked from the bathroom as he ran the sink water. “I swear, you never learn. You’d think by now you’d be tired of me going upside your muthafucking head. But you must like it. Yeah, I think you like this shit.” He soaked Vanessa’s wash cloth in the cool water before partially wringing it out. He then checked his appearance in the bathroom mirror before heading back to their bedroom.
The mere sight of him caused Vanessa to back pedal on the floor towards the corner, positive he was coming to deliver more blows that still had her feeling dizzy. Her ribs ached as well as her back from the rapid kidney punches he gave to her after she tried, to no avail, guarding herself against his assault. She was afraid to look up at him, afraid to speak and even more-so, afraid to breathe, worried that he may have fractured her ribs. It wouldn’t have been the first time.
“Why was that nigga in my house, V-Dot? Huh?” Eric asked as he walked over to her slowly.
Vanessa shook her head getting ready to make her plea for him to spare her anymore punches. “Please Eric, I swear. He was just an insurance salesman doing door to door sales,” she whimpered in a hoarse voice.
“So the fuck what!” Eric bellowed. “You should’ve left that nigga outside. But you brought him in my house!”
“It was raining out, I was just…” Vanessa was cut off by Eric’s strong hand going around her neck.
“I don’t give a fuck if the Bloods and the Crypts were having an all-out gun battle out this muthafucka. You think I worked my ass off all these years to get everything I have just for you to bring some bum-ass nigga in here to take my shit?” Eric spoke through clenched teeth while getting all the way in Vanessa’s face.
“Please…” Vanessa managed to squeal, feeling a bit of darkness begin to take over. “Oh my God, this is it. He’s really going to kill me this time.” Vanessa thought to herself. She didn’t bother fighting him back, knowing that would only make things ten times worse. Eric stared at her a moment longer before shoving her into the wall and standing up. Vanessa let out a dry, ragged cough, trying desperately to get in air to breathe. She wanted to scream, but she knew better with that as well. There was no screaming in his house. No way would she ever raise her voice louder than his.
Eric picked up her dampened wash cloth and threw it at her, hitting her in the face with it. “Clean yourself up and clean up this damn room,” he said calmly before casually walking out of their bedroom as though nothing happened.
Vanessa placed the cold rag on her face and began to sob. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand what she had done in her life that was so horrible that karma was dishing out this kind of wrath on her. At twenty-two years old, she had suffered and endured more than most women who were twice her age.
“Why me?” she asked herself before coughing again. She spat in the wash cloth and wasn’t surprised when she saw the red spots of blood.
Vanessa thought back to when she first met Eric two years before while she was in her junior year of college. She was with her best friend Arianna shopping in the King of Prussia Mall when they crossed paths with him inside of Saks Fifth Avenue. Though Vanessa was immediately attracted to him, she was sure that he was going to go for Arianna instead.
Eric appeared alluring to Vanessa, standing over six feet tall and having a medium, muscular build. He had a honey brown complexion almost looking as though the sun has placed golden, glowing kisses on his skin. His deep, chocolate brown eyes almost took her breath away when they initially made eye contact, and the dimples in his smile nearly made her melt inside.
She noticed that he was coming over to her and Arianna and she pretended to be smitten by a faded pair of 7 for all Mankind jeans.
“How are you ladies doing?” Eric asked in a deep, friendly voice filled with sex appeal.
Arianna hadn’t noticed him until he came over to them and gave him the once over before smiling. “We’re good. How are you?” she asked with a seductive grin, ready to shift into a flirtatious mode.
“I’m good also,” Eric replied. He mostly ignored Arianna as he stared intently at Vanessa. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Vanessa,” she said with a blush as she looked away from him.
Eric studied her as he made small conversation with her, immediately seeing that she was younger than him and quite shy. He watched her as she tentatively picked up different pairs of jeans, checked the price and then placed them back on the rack. He could tell she wanted to shop, but her pockets were holding her back.
“You should get those jeans. Not too many ladies have the right look to pull those off, but I think they would be perfect on you.”
“You think so?” Arianna replied with a slight grin as she looked at her friend, not at all pleased that Eric seemed more interested in Vanessa than in her. “She needs to put some meat on her bones with her little boney ass,” she chuckled at her one woman comedy show. Vanessa shook her head and rolled her eyes, slightly blowing off Arianna’s comment as she prepared to put the jeans back on the rack.
“Not at all,” Eric replied. “Petite, slender women make the best models and I can definitely see you ripping the run-way in a pair of these.”
Vanessa blushed. “I wasn’t going to get them anyway. I was just checking them out real quick.”
Eric picked the jeans up that she had just placed back on the rack and looked at the size. “How about I get them for you?” he offered with a charming smile.
Arianna’s eyes bulged knowing that the jeans her best friend was just looking at had to be over $200. Envy boiled inside of her but she clenched her teeth to hold back on another snide remark, not wanting to appear jealous of the offer. Instead she told herself the guy was just bullshitting, expecting Vanessa to turn him down so he could put them back without embarrassing himself.
“Oh no, you don’t have to do that,” Vanessa said quickly.
“Oh, I know I don’t have to. But I want to. How about this?” Eric said quickly. “You letting me take you out to dinner can be your way of saying thank you for buying these jeans for you.”
Arianna was now standing behind Eric and looked at Vanessa wide eyed. She quietly stomped her feet and mouthed dramatically, “Bitch, you better say yes! I swear to God, if you say no, I’ma punch you in the throat. Tell the man yes!”
Vanessa peered at Arianna and then smiled nervously at Eric unsure of what she should say. Eric sensed Arianna’s influence behind him and turned to her. She quickly rubbed her hand across her neck as though she was doing and saying nothing and gave him a friendly smile. When he turned his attention back to Vanessa, Arianna gave her an evil eye and mouthed again, “You better take them damn jeans!”
“You’re really serious?” Vanessa looked at him suspiciously.
“I’m really serious. I want to get to know you better and though this is one of my favorite stores, this isn’t exactly my idea of a first date, you know what I mean?”
Vanessa took a deep breath and thought to herself, “Screw it, how often will something like this happen to me?” “Okay…” she replied hesitantly. She retrieved the jeans from the rack and was about to place them over her arm when Eric stopped her.
“I’ll carry those for you,” he said with another charismatic smile that almost made her heart stop.
“Thank you,” Vanessa said shyly as she smiled as well.
“You’re going to need a shirt to go with that as well as a pair of shoes…”
Before Vanessa knew it, Eric was paying for her a Dolce & Gabbana blouse along with a Chanel hand bag and a pair of Chanel low heel stilettos. Vanessa thought she was in a dream by the way he helped her try the shoe on and didn’t seem the least bit impatient as she made up her mind about what she wanted. Arianna tagged along enviously feeling like the third wheel, not understanding for the life of her what Eric saw in Vanessa that he did not see in her.
Though they were best friends, Arianna always felt a need to compete with Vanessa. They were equally beautiful young ladies who had both grown up in the “Brickyard” section of Germantown. “Cradle to the Grave” is how they always said they would be, meeting when they were in the second grade. They were enemies at first, getting into a small fist fight in the school yard of Kelly’s elementary school over a double-dutch game. They would later become the best of friends after Arianna saw a few girls from Morton Homes trying to jump Vanessa one day and she jumped a fence to intervene. Ever since then, they were thick as thieves and inseparable.
Arianna was a “red-boned” female mixed with Italian and Black. Her great-grandfather was a full blooded Italian who shunned his daughter when she got pregnant by a “Black Mooly”. Practically her entire family disowned her in her Chicago home-town. When she was asked for her hand in marriage, Inga quickly accepted and moved with Barry to Philadelphia. Tragically during the race riots near Girard College in the late 1960’s Barry was killed while Inga was pregnant with Arianna’s mother, Josephine. “Josie” wasn’t exactly mother material. She was more attracted to running the streets and bar hopping than raising Arianna, so Inga took care of her and raised her as though she were her own. And while Arianna was indeed intelligent, she used her strikingly beautiful appearance to get most of what she wanted in life. She stood at 5’8 and had a soft, creamy complexion like a cup of coffee that had been heavily diluted with milk. Her hair was naturally thick and curly, but she kept it bone straight and wore it just past her shoulder blades. She was curvy and slightly bow-legged with dimples and dark seductive eyes. In her mind, any man who was not attracted to her was either dumb as hell, or gay.
Vanessa on the other hand, was shorter than Arianna and petite. She was barely 5’6 but had an athletic body from playing sports all through grade school and even in college. She played badminton, volley ball and ran track. She was the color of a coconut shell with smooth skin and dark shoulder length hair. And though she was twenty years old, Arianna often joked that if she were to put on a school uniform and pull her hair back into a pony-tail, she could pass for a high-school freshman.
Arianna sat on a bench and began playing with her cell phone while pretending not to be jealous of the mini shopping spree Vanessa was getting from Eric. “I hope his card declines,” she thought to herself as an evil grin crept across her face. But when Vanessa and Eric were walking over to her carrying shopping bags while grinning and giggling like the pair had been dating for months, she knew that wasn’t the case.
“So what time can I pick you up tonight?” Eric asked Vanessa as they slowly walked through King of Prussia.
“I guess 8 o’ clock sounds good.”
“Alright, I’ll make dinner reservations for us and I’ll see you at 8pm.” They exchanged phone numbers and then Vanessa texted him her address. “Would you ladies like a ride home?”
“No thanks,” Arianna said quickly. “We have some other stops to make, right Vanna?”
Vanessa cut her eyes at her best friend. She hated when Arianna called her that and Arianna knew it. “Yes, we have a few more stops to make. Call me later when you are on your way.”
Eric smiled and gave her a warm embrace. Vanessa thought she was going to melt when she smelled his Izzy Miyake cologne. Arianna rolled her eyes again and looked at her non-existent watch on her wrist to drive the point home that she had run out of patience.
Eric parted ways with Vanessa and she walked away with Arianna with a bit of a bounce in her step.
“You are such a cocky bitch,” Arianna said with a smirk.
“And you are a hater,” Vanessa smiled.
“I can’t believe he bought all that for you and didn’t know you from Adam. You better watch it, that fucking credit card is probably stolen,” Arianna said.
“Ugh, you are such a hater, shut up!”
“You think I’m joking. What man does that? Just walks up to a strange girl that he doesn’t know shit about and spends over a stack on her in Saks? This ain’t Pretty Woman and you are not Julia Roberts.”
“Hay-ter,” Vanessa said again in a sing song manner.
“Yeah, whatever. Watch he tries to fuck you in the ass tonight,” Arianna said before laughing loudly.
Vanessa burst out laughing with her. “You are a horrible, HORRIBLE person, girl. Just horrible! You wouldn’t be saying that if he had bought this stuff for you.”
“Nah, but you probably would.”
“No I wouldn’t because unlike you, I’m not a hater,” Vanessa replied as she continued to smile.
“Yeah well, you better take your mace with you because ol’ boy definitely finna steal your virginity tonight.” The two of them laughed together as they took the escalator down to the food court. “You’re laughing like I’m joking. But you gon’ learn tonight. You gon’ learn about that long dick,” Arianna mimicked Kevin Hart.
“Alright, alright, alriiiiight!” They both said at the same time before leaning into each other and laughing. They went over to Chick-Fil-A to grab something to eat before heading home.
Later on that night, Vanessa nervously got dressed for her first date with Eric. She obsessed over how she should wear her hair, her accessories; hoop earrings or diamond studs, lip-gloss or lip-stick. Arianna sighed and shook her head before propping herself up on her pillows.
“You need to get a damn grip girl, shit. It’s not that deep!”
“It is that deep. I’m not like you, going out on dates with different guys every other day,” Vanessa replied as she checked herself out in the mirror.
“Well maybe if you did, you wouldn’t be tripping.”
Vanessa turned around. “How do I look?”
Arianna looked her over. “Your outfit is cute but honestly, you look like a kid playing dress up in her big sister’s cool wardrobe. Take that pony-tail out of your hair and put some make-up on.”
“I don’t like make-up,” Vanessa frowned.
“Well, you’re going to like it tonight. You’re rocking a Chanel bag and Chanel shoes. Bitch, if you don’t at least put some eye-liner on and some mascara and make your lips look kissable,” Arianna suggested as she pushed her friend down in the chair.
“He liked me without make-up, though!” Vanessa whined.
“Vanna baby, I love you to death. But trust me when I tell you, he may have been attracted to you in Saks today, but he also dropped over a stack on one outfit to take you out. He wants to show off his lady not his little sister. Now hold still so I don’t poke you in the eye with this pencil.” They both giggled before Arianna started fixing Vanessa’s face. She quickly undid her ponytail and ran her fingers through hair before parting it on the side and re-styling it.
“Hot-damn, girl! Eric is gonna be on that ass tonight!” Arianna grinned as she admired her handy work.
Vanessa smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn’t been done up like this since her senior prom.
They heard a knock at the door and Vanessa jumped up. “Oh my God, that’s him. I’m nervous.”
“Girl, have a seat in here while I get the door. You want to wow him when you make your grand entrance,” Arianna said before leaving the room so she could answer their door. The two of them shared an apartment in a duplex near La Salle University where they went to school. It was their way of being adults and not having to stay in their parents’ homes while completing their education. It was more of a benefit for Arianna than Vanessa since it kept her from having to deal with the unbearably strict rules her grandmother set for her in hopes that it would keep her from traveling down the same path as her mother, Josie.
“Hey Eric!” Arianna said with a smile after opening the door for him. She gave him the once over just as she had done at Saks Fifth Avenue earlier and thought to herself that he looked good enough to eat. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with a pair of Prada sneakers, a white Polo shirt and a blazer. He even smelled better than he did earlier.
“How are you…?” he winced not remembering her name.
“Arianna…” she replied with a frown. “I’ma let you slide on that one, home-boy. Just don’t let it happen again,” she joked in a flirty manner. She called for Vanessa to come out of the room for her date.
Eric smiled at her but turned his attention to Vanessa. His smile widened as he gave her the once over. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Vanessa blushed. He took her by the hand tenderly and kissed her on the cheek making her blush some more.
“What time should I expect you?” Arianna asked.
Vanessa looked at Eric and then looked at Arianna. “Um, I don’t know. Are we just doing dinner tonight?” she asked Eric.
“Whatever you want to do afterwards is fine with me as long as I get to spend as much time with you as the night allows me to.”
Vanessa blushed again. “You don’t have to wait up, I’m a big girl,” she said to Arianna.
“Yeah, uh huh. Okay,” Arianna replied as she walked them to the door. She watched from the window and her mouth damn near hit the floor when she saw Eric open the car door to what she estimated to be a 2012 Infiniti. Vanessa sat inside and he closed her door before jogging around to the other side and getting in. Arianna watched the car until it disappeared down the street.
“He’s probably a drug dealer. Yup, that nigga’s a trap king,” she smirked before closing the blinds and going to pop some popcorn for her mini marathon of Law & Order SVU.
Though Vanessa was nervous, she hit it off very well with Eric during their drive to Chima’s Brazilian Steakhouse for their dinner date. Eric made her feel at ease as they both talked of their child-hoods. While he didn’t look it, Eric was 25 years old and worked as a partner with one of the top Financial Brokerage Firms in the Tri-State area. He had no children, had never been married and for the last five years, he had been more focused on establishing a career and a good life than starting a family and settling down. He told Vanessa that he dated off and on but hadn’t met a young lady he could see himself with for a long time.
Vanessa thought that he was too good to be true. Most of the guys that she knew who were his age had done at least one bid in jail, were barely making above minimum wage at a mediocre job with hardly any aspirations for anything better than the next get rich quick scheme; a party promotor or an “up & coming” rap star from Philly with a mix-tape always coming soon but never arriving. And then there were the DJ’s hustling at hole in the wall bars and clubs or alley-way block parties, guys with multiple children by multiple women who still lived at home with their mothers; back bedroom or basement dwellers who only left home when their chick of the moment let them stay with them. Because of the same scenarios she constantly ran into, she gave up on dating and focused more on school, hoping to enroll into law school after she graduated with her bachelor’s degree in criminology.
Eric was impressed with her aspirations as well as they sat in Chima’s talking some more while waiting for their dinner. At first, Vanessa was afraid to order after she had seen the prices. Not wanting to over step her boundaries, she asked him to recommend a dish stating that she had never been to the restaurant before. Eric ordered the Picanha-top sirloin for Vanessa and a salmon steak for himself with a bottle of Chateau Montelena Estate Cabernet Sauvignon- 2010 wine and two salads.
“I’m only twenty,” Vanessa whispered to him after the waiter poured both of them a glass and walked away.
“It’s okay, I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” Eric smiled. “You’ve never had wine before?”
“I’ve never drank, smoked, nothing,” Vanessa said bashfully.
“Well, first things first: sip, don’t gulp. But when you sip it, don’t swallow it right away. Close your eyes and let the flavor dance around your mouth for a moment. Let it play a sweet melody on your tongue almost as though it’s singing to your taste buds,” Eric said softly. He watched her intently. “Now swallow it.”
Vanessa did as he said and then slowly opened her eyes. Looking into his eyes, she felt hot, and aroused. She felt his seduction wash over her body and felt as though she was getting to know him intimately without having him touch her physically.
“Was it good?” he asked her in the same soft voice, snapping her out of her trance.
“Yes,” she replied trying hard not to bite down on her lip and trying even harder not to stare at his.
Eric sat back and smiled as though he read her thoughts and could sense what she was feeling. He took a sip from his glass and then swirled it slightly before sitting it down and looking back at her. “When do you turn 21?” he asked.
“In June. My friends want to throw me a big party, but nah. I’m just not into that.”
“Well, how about I take you to one of my favorite vineyards and we can go wine tasting together. You’ll love it. That’s normally around the time that I grab a few bottles for the winter and the fall anyway, so if things work out for us, we can make it a date.”
Vanessa smiled. She was liking Eric more and more even though she had just met him. “Maybe we can.”
They ate their dinner and desert continuing their conversation, sharing stories, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company as they got to know one another. After Eric paid the bill, he drove them over to Warm Daddy’s where they listened to the live band and had a few more drinks. Eric then noticed that it was almost 1am and decided to bring the evening to a close.
He pulled up in front of her residence and got out of the car so he could open her door. He walked her to the front door and she turned to face him.
“I had a wonderful time tonight. I honestly can’t think of any other time I went out on a date and had this much fun with a guy who genuinely seemed interested in me and was such a gentleman. Thank you,” Vanessa said with a smile.
“You don’t have to thank me, Vanessa. That’s what a man is supposed to do, and if a man isn’t doing those things for you, he isn’t a man.”
Vanessa blushed and looked away from him for a moment. Before she realized it, Eric leaned in and kissed her softly. She hesitated momentarily, but then kissed him back. He pulled away before giving her another peck on the lips and then brushed her hair behind her ear.
“I’ll call you when I get in, okay.”
Vanessa nodded unable to speak, feeling like her breath had been taken away.
Eric waited for her to go inside before getting into his car and driving away.
Vanessa floated to the bedroom that she and Arianna shared and plopped down on her bed grinning from ear to ear. She replayed the night over in her head mainly focusing on their kiss as she continued to smile. She was snapped out of her daydream by Arianna’s groggy voice.
“GTD or naw?” Arianna asked in a husky voice.
“GTD?” Vanessa asked confused.
Arianna clicked the lamp on by her dresser. “Got the drawls, dawg!” She burst out laughing, imitating Tommy from the T.V show “Martin” and Vanessa laughed with her.
“You’re so goofy! No he didn’t get the drawls, girl shut up!” Vanessa went into the bathroom and changed into her night clothes before crawling into bed and dishing the details of her date with Eric.
That night, Vanessa was positive she had found the man she was looking for; charismatic, smart, funny, and ambitious, good looking, kind and gentle. She was positive Eric was the man of her dreams. Little did she know he would turn out to be nothing more than a hellish nightmare from which she could not escape…
Love’s Deadly Masquerade – Coming March 1st 2016 to a book store near you!
Hello everyone and thank you for stopping by my blog. This is more-so a continuation from my last blog entry where I was introducing myself. But I saw where it was turning into a rant about my disdain for what urban fiction has been turned into, so I decided to create another blog entry for that purpose alone.
I watch what is going on in the Literary World and I am not happy with it. I can’t even count the number of “novels” (and I say the shit loosely because I’m sorry, a book with 134 pages is not a got damn novel, please stop it) that have the same re-hashed story line similar to New Jack City, King of New York, Menace to Society, Boyz in Da Hood, it’s getting sickening. I can’t tell you how many excerpts I’ve read where the story line goes like this- Typical Thug strives to make his come-up by becoming the most notorious drug lord in whatever Urban City setting. Typical Thug meets typical gold digging hood-rat who sets him up against his enemies and now it’s time for payback… Or this one; Typical hood chick comes from a hard knock life filled with despair, parents who didn’t care, was always broke and dreamed of having it all. Typical hood chick meets typical hustler who transforms her like Optimus Prime while giving her a taste of “Kool C’s Glamorous Life”. Typical Thug gets tragically killed or locked up leaving Typical Chick out in the cold and forced to keep up with this glamorous life by either becoming a “bad boss bitch hustler” or a “stripper” until she meets her next big pay day. Seriously…? It disgusts me and depresses me that I can’t get a quality urban fiction novel with a well thought out, ORIGINAL plot, that does not depict Black Men as Hustlers, Drug Dealers, Pimps and wanna be King Pins and women as gold digging hoes who will sell out their pussy to the highest bidder just to become the next “bad bitch”. Come on man! But hey… this is what happens when lack of originality and lack of creativity prevails. And let’s not talk about the poor grammar in the dialogue and the poor grammar throughout some of these books. I know I’ve had a couple of mistakes when I first released “A Thug’s Redemption” but I hurried up and pulled those shits and printed again with corrections. And even now I let readers know, if you find an error, don’t be afraid to let me know so the next time I print, that can be corrected as well. It’s called good business.
Now let’s talk about the ebooks for .99cents…
When I first began seeing this on Amazon, I thought to myself “What the hell?” I was against it from the gate. But as I did some research for marketing and promotional reasons, a lot of people suggested that .99cent ebook deals was a great way to generate more readers. I was still against it but figured I’d try it and see where it got me. Now, A Thug’s Redemption had previously made it onto the Amazon’s Best Seller’s list for Kindle when it first came out but I didn’t really know what that meant. A Thug’s Redemption made it back onto the list when I made the kindle book available for .99cents. Yes, that was a nice accomplishment but meanwhile, the artist in me knew better. I worked too hard on that book to sell it for pennies FLAT OUT. I take too much pride in my efforts as a writer, in my talent, in my ability to construct a well thought out plot and actually produce a full length QUALITY novel. My book is better than .99cents. Shit, all of my novels are better than .99cents. And unless it is a new release promotion, which even then, I doubt I will use this tactic, you will NEVER catch any of my novels in ebook format lower than $2.99. So cheap readers who want to read for free, that’s what the library is for. Get a library card. Cheap readers who only want to pay $.99 for an ebook, my work is not for you. I cannot market to that field of readers. But for those who seek a quality read and are familiar with the saying “You get what you pay for” (because trust me, I have read some of these $.99 titles and JEEZUS!!!) and know sometimes going cheap leaves you disappointed and full of regrets, my books are for you.
This post isn’t meant to offend other authors who use this tactic, to each their own. I’m not recanting my words, it’s my blog, it’s my opinion, I stand by it. If I were to apologize for saying what’s on my mind, that would make me faker than a 52nd street Prada hand-bag. Some have the philosophy that they would rather have 100 sells at $.99 than only 10 sells at $2.99. But if you market and promote your work effectively and efficiently, you can get 100 sells at $2.99. To me $.99 ebooks are just a quick way to generate a lot of sells in a short period of time and on the one hand, maybe that’s a good thing. But if your shit is garbage and you release another book, of those previous sales, how many repeat customers will come back? So I say master your craft first and produce quality work so you can be paid what you’re worth. I don’t like being under paid and to sell my novels that I worked so hard on for $.99 is like doing a disservice to myself.
That’s all for now. As you know, you can check out my work on my personal website You can also purchase from my website using paypal and get FREE SHIPPING or for those who enjoy reading ebooks, you can find me on Amazon Kindle, Barnes & Noble Nook, ibook, Kobo, Google Books/Google Play and Smashwords. Thanks for checking out my blog. Feel free to leave your thoughts and comments. Follow me on twitter and Instagram and check out my youtube channel. Peace!
Hello everyone, and welcome to my new blog, “Yani Speaks”. For my old readers, you may have been used to my blog “Philly Support Philly”. That Blog is no more. I needed to focus more on myself and what I am trying to accomplish as a self-published author which meant I had no time for anything outside of that. New readers, welcome! I must warn you that I will be holding no punches in this blog. I will speak my mind eloquently, respectfully but BLUNTLY. This blog will be about me, my work as a self-published author, events that I will have coming up as well as my views and opinions on the what’s happenings in and around Philadelphia, the music industry- specifically hip-hop and R&B- sports and any and everything else that I feel like talking about.
A little bit about myself- My name is “Yani”. I am a Philadelphia native. I used to live in North Philly in Blumberg Projects until my family moved to Germantown and now I am in West Oaklane. I know a lot of authors say in their interviews that they’ve been writing since as long as they can remember. Let me be more specific. I started writing stories when I was about four years old. My favorite cartoon at the time was “Tom & Jerry” and as a child, I still remember how much I wanted Tom to get that damn mouse! (LOL) So I began writing my own versions of Tom & Jerry in this little notebook with a cream colored cover and a black spine. I mostly remember asking my mother or older brothers and sisters how to spell “cheese”. I can recall leaving the story on our glassed table one day when I went upstairs to play the old 8 bit Nintendo with my sisters and my brother Victor sat at the table and began drawing in his sketch pad. He saw my story and the little pictures I tried to draw of Tom chasing Jerry as Jerry was trying to get the cheese and he read it. Afterwards, he came upstairs laughing and asked, “Who wrote this?” I was a little frightened thinking he was going to tell me the story was ridiculous and throw it away but I timidly said to him that I wrote it. He laughed some more and said, “That was funny. You should write some more.”
I knew I had a gift as a writer as early as elementary school, second grade to be exact. I’m sure some of you can remember being assigned homework where you had to write short stories using the spelling words of the week. My stories were always long, dramatic and comical. I would even go as far as doing voices for each of my characters to make my classmates laugh as I read my stories and my teacher loved it. My writing impressed them so much that when it came time to have important assemblies, I was mostly always chosen to give the welcome speech.
My writing progressed from elementary school short and comical stories to essays on Langston Hughes, Richard Wright and other influential African Americans from long ago. The one compliment that remained the same with all of my teachers is that I was mature beyond my years and if I stayed focused, my writing could take me a long way.
I wrote my first poem when I was 13 entitled “Incomplete Dream” for our Martin Luther King Jr studies. My classmates and teachers loved it. I also began free-styling and rapping as a way to keep the bullies at bay. Yes, Yani had a few bullies who liked to tease me for being dark-skinned, for not dressing flashy like the other girls and blah blah blah. But those ass-clowns surely faded to black once they realized my lyrical disses were way more harsh than what they could dish out and soon, those who threw shade at me became my admirers.
High-school is where my writing really took off. I began writing numerous poems, one of which was called, “A Time to See”, which I may post here at the end of this post. I also wrote my first book, “A Thug’s Redemption” when I was fifteen and my friends kept up with it like it was a black soap opera. Yes baby, we would sit in the back of our biology class and I would read to them what I wrote in the book from the night before and I had them hooked! Their encouragement is what kept me going because Lord, I was going through so much at home. Writing became my escape. I would sit on our porch or in the living room and write for hours on end.
It would be more than twelve years before I was able to publish “A Thug’s Redemption” the way that I wanted to. I first tried to become self published in 2003. I did so much research and sent out so many letters. But back then, people wanted so much freaking money just for a little bit of information. Things were definitely not as accessible back then as it is now. Since I was pregnant with my daughter, I figured maybe it wasn’t time for me to be a writer and maybe I should think more realistically since I would soon have a child to look after. So I foolishly put my dream on hold. It wasn’t until my sister published her poetry book “Entangled Hearts” through Publish America that I began working towards my dream again. Let me keep it all the way real with you. Publish America is a got-damn rip-off. Trust me when I tell you, anything that’s free AIN’T FREE!! Now my book would be considered Urban Fiction, which even at that time, sold for no more than $15.00. These bastards were trying to sell my book for $29.99! And guess what my royalty amount would have been after each sell? $1.97!! Nigga what? To make matters worse, they don’t offer editing services, they don’t really promote you like that. You have to set up your own book signings. At best if I remember correctly, they put your book on Amazon and I think a few other outlets. But you’re going to sell my book for damn near double what the going rate is and then you bastards are going to give me pennies from each sell?? I told everyone- “Don’t buy that book”. I put my heart and soul into that book and I would be damned if I allowed someone else to reap the rewards of my talent and hard work. I felt like TLC. So I said “Fuck that”, and went an entire year with no sales. They sent me an email offering me the chance to purchase back my rights and I jumped on that opportunity like a starving man on a Christmas ham.
Since the release of “A Thug’s Redemption”, I have released two sequels, turning what originally started out as a story to cope with the accidental murder of one my friends, into a trilogy where all three have made it onto the Amazon’s best seller’s list. Now this is where I need to get all the way real with you readers…
Because this post is already long with me introducing myself, I’m going to cut this short and create a second post. This will be my rant against what Urban Fiction has become. Thanks for reading! PEACE!
If you are interested in reading quality, entertaining, edge of your seat, page turning fiction, click the following link to Preview Novels by Yani Purchase signed copies with FREE shipping by visiting Novels by Yani. Right now, I have a sale going on that you don’t want to miss! Ebook readers can find my novels on Amazon Kindle, Barnes & Noble Nook, Kobo, ibook, Google Books/Google Play Store, and Smashwords. Again, thanks for checking me out! Below is the poem “A Time to See” that I mentioned above.
A Time to See
Have you ever took the time to understand the reality of society?
The individuality of a woman’s personality
A strong man trying to control his sexuality
Black people coming up in the world of technology?
But instead, my people are blind
And don’t take the time to recognize
The strength in the minds of both you and I
It’s a time to see
Us walking through the shadows of hell’s hottest fire
Searching in ourselves to find that true desire
Putting our lives on the line so that we can inspire
That decreasing generation on a real live wire
Do the right thing so your purpose in life doesn’t expire
Let the truth be in you instead of you being the liar
It’s about time to see
That cause and effect in your life is your own
Step up to the plate, take charge of your throne
If you see a homeless man, it won’t hurt to throw him a bone
Instead of abortion, keep your babies, bring them home
Nobody in this world or in life should be alone
But if you can’t respect your mother, then you need to be on your own
So open your eyes and see
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