Glitz, Glitter & Fame: An Anthology-treat yourself this New Year’s Day Only .99 live on the 1st #newrelease #hollywoodromance

Between several releases over the last few months, the holidays, work, maintaining a newsletter, and trying to write new material, it seems I’ve neglected my blog.  Oops!  I have a story in this awesome anthology releasing tomorrow!

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I hope everyone had an enjoyable, healthy Christmas and I wish everyone a Happy New Year.  

This anthology features thirteen short stories about the Glitz, Glitter & Fame of Hollywood.  My story Only in Hollywood was so much fun and came so easy to me.  I am positive I will continue their story.

Blurb:

Billie Jo’s parents surprised her with a dream vacation during college break, a summer in Hollywood with her cousin.  Being mistaken as Cruz Noble’s hired stress relief wasn’t in her job description when she accepted the part-time assistant job at the studio her cousin works for.  Their first introduction was a horribly awkward misconception on his part, but Cruz not only wants to make it right, he wants Billie Jo.  With zero interest in movie stars and their larger than life existence, can Hollywood’s biggest star get the girl in real life?

Let’s see if an excerpt will interest you.

Billie Jo was thrilled beyond anything else in her life when her parents bought her a plane ticket to spend the summer with her cousin in Los Angeles before entering her senior year of college. She had never even been on a plane.

Billie Jo always envied her older cousin. Not only did Sarah get out of Alabama, but she managed to become a sought-after makeup artist to some of the biggest names in Hollywood. Though Billie Jo didn’t come out there to work, Sarah pulled some strings and got her a part-time position as an assistant, basically a go-for girl. Her mom wouldn’t be happy when she found out she took a job on her supposed dream vacation. She knew her mom and stepdad must have saved for months and wanted her to enjoy her summer before graduation, but she liked to stay busy.

They came in early so Sarah could set up, and since Billie Jo knew she shouldn’t enter any dressing rooms once the stars arrived unless requested, she went ahead to cross a few of her duties off her daily tasks. As she backed up and turned around to leave the room, she ran right smack into the big, tight chest of Cruz Noble. Stunned, embarrassed, and with her nose hurting, she didn’t move. Her nose still against his shirt, she breathed him in. He smelled fantastic.

“Little early in the day, aren’t we? Maybe that’s not a bad thing, try something different,” he spoke in a deep, toe-curling voice. How long she would continue to stand there, sniffing his chest, she didn’t know. Forever. Cupping her chin in his warm fingers, he tilted her head up, making her look into his sultry blue eyes. She trembled, imagining him gazing at her like that after a session of wild sex. “Aren’t you a cute li’l thing. I can think of several other places to put your face, darlin’.”

He grinned at her and her knees weakened. Lowering his hand from her face to her elbow, he guided her back into his room. So shaken over him finding her in his room, it barely registered that he had closed the door behind her. She stood in the middle of his dressing room… with him.

“Alright, babe, down on your knees,” he directed. She did as told. He stepped from beside her, walked around and stood in front of her, his hand clasped around his condom-covered cock. It happened so fast she didn’t have time to react. Tapping her lips with the tip, her mouth fell open.

“Cruz, here is the scene change… oh good lord. What the hell? Why didn’t you just leave her at your place?” A pretty woman entered the room with papers, which she held up in front of her face, shielding her eyes from the sight in front of her.

Billie Jo stayed as she was, Cruz’s dick resting on her lower lip. Their eyes met again, and she sucked in her breath, some shared understanding between them, which both terrified and thrilled her.

If this wasn’t awkward enough, Sarah rushed through the doorway in a panic and ran into the pretty woman.  Cruz’s assistant or agent Billie Jo guessed. “Kate, I can’t find… Billie Jo!” she hollered.

Cruz and Billie Jo tore their eyes away from each other to look at the two women who had interrupted their… what exactly did they interrupt? Sarah rushed to Billie Jo, grabbing her arm. “Get up… get up. Gee, you haven’t been in L.A. three days. How am I going to explain this?” she uttered.

Making no attempt to shield his exposed private parts, Cruz spoke in a controlled, nonchalant tone. “I’m thinking this is a misunderstanding of some type?”

Moving in front of Cruz, Kate responded, “Yes, Cruz. I do believe this is a huge misunderstanding.” Waving her hand downward, indicating he needed to put away his displayed member, she scolded him in a failed attempt to lower her voice. “If I was going to change your schedule, you would be the first to know.”

Leading Billie Jo from the room, Sarah led her back toward the set. “What was that? I can’t believe this. Mom promised me you wouldn’t be any trouble. This is bad…very, very bad.”

It may have looked very, very bad, but Billie Jo didn’t feel bad or ashamed. Which made absolutely no sense.

“What was that?” Sarah asked, pushing Billie Jo down the hallway.

A smile the size of the Grand Canyon plastered across her face, Billie Jo responded with the only answer that entered her mind. “I do believe I was about to give him a blowjob. Or do they call it something different out here in California?” She didn’t intend to come off bitchy, but she couldn’t make heads or tails out of what just happened either.

Guiding her into the women’s bathroom, Sarah spun Billie Jo to face her. “I think… I think…” She burst into a hysterical fit of laughter. Billie Jo joined. They stood there together and laughed for a solid five minutes. Each time one would start to say something, more hoots erupted between them. Swiping away the tears from under her eyes, Sarah tried again. “How the heck did that happen?”

Shrugging, Billie Jo gave her honest answer. “He found me in his dressing room. He told me to kneel, I did. I don’t know why. It felt right. Like it was the only option…as weird as that sounds. I didn’t know he pulled his… his… out, though, until it met my lips.”

Sarah’s body shook with her attempts to repress additional laughter. “Okay, let me get this straight. He didn’t ask who you were? He instructed you to get to your knees, and you did?” Sarah raised an eyebrow.

“I know. I know. It was something in his voice.”

“Um, no, it was something in… well… out of his pants,” Sarah giggled. “The countless number of females who would love to have been in that situation. If you think you can practice a l’il more self-control and refrain from having all the other stars in the film whip out their genitals in your presence, we need to get to work.” Swinging the door open, she left the bathroom, with Billie Jo on her heels.

“That’s not it. I’m not someone who gets all gaga over some star and certainly not to the point of casual sex. Or casual fellatio,” she giggled. “I mean Cruz is hot enough. Smoldering. He smells fantastic, too. But the way he sounded… the way he said it.”

Rounding a corner, Sarah quickened her pace. “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I don’t have to work on him today. I’m trying to build my client list, not dwindle it. A conversation with Cruz Noble about this morning would undoubtedly affect my quality of work,” she assured.

The more she thought about it, the more mortified Billie Jo became. The last thing she wanted was to cause trouble for her cousin. “I was instructed to check his fridge and restock before he got on set. He wasn’t supposed to find me in there. I hope I don’t see him any today… or ever.”

***

Kate slammed the door, then faced him, her cheeks the color of a tomato. “What the hell, Cruz? The studio is trying to woo Sarah to work for them exclusively, and you get a hold of her cousin on her first day…with your pants down.” She paced the room, her heels clicking across the tiled floor.

Plopping himself on the couch, Cruz wished some man would get hold of Kate and release at least some of that pent-up frustration. She worried too much, and he feared she might suffer a stroke or something before she turned forty. “My pants weren’t down, Kate.”

She huffed, “You know what I mean.”

“Last thing I heard from you about my lack of trustworthy females to burn off some sexual energy with was that you were sending someone over. A pretty little discreet thing, you mentioned. I thought she was it.”

Jutting out her chin, Kate’s head bobbed as she enunciated her words as if she were speaking to a child. “Nooo… I believe you know me better than to think I would send someone without confirming it with you first.”

His laugh echoed through the room. “Hey, she looked to be exactly what I requested. And then some.”

Throwing her hands in the air, Kate cautioned, “Cruz, she’s some college girl who’s never been out of Alabama. You probably scared the poor thing to death.” Then her mouth fell open and she gasped, “What if she decides to file a sexual harassment claim. Oh no! I can see it now all over social media.”

Running his fingers through his light brown signature locks, he chastised her. “That’s enough, Kate. Don’t forget I was born and raised in Mississippi. Trust me, that l’il hottie wasn’t frightened in the slightest.” He saw something in that sweet thing’s big green eyes he hadn’t seen in a long time. He saw confidence, understanding, and submission. Those three qualities in the perfect balance, complementing each other, were a rare treasure.

Kate’s hand shook when she reached out to hand him the notes on the scene change. It made him feel bad. Sure, she walked around with her nose in the air having everyone believe she was unfeeling and unflappable, but he knew better.

Though the day consisted of sitting down with the star bitch actress and reading lines, he didn’t want his mind trailing off concerned with Kate. “Kate, I’ll apologize to her. I’ll make it right,” he insisted. He knew dang well, though, that the beauty on her knees earlier didn’t want an apology. Her wants went a lot deeper than that. This day looked much brighter than when his alarm woke him ninety minutes earlier from a sound sleep.

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The Heart Won’t Forget #coverreveal #contemporaryromance #blushingbooks #spankingromance

Coming July 24th

The Heart Won't Forget

I loved writing this story, though I found it challenging at times to tap into the pain and fears resulting from heartbreak.

The Heart Won’t Forget the wounds it’s endured, nor the ones that inflicted them.

The Heart Won’t Forget the ones that nurtured it, providing the patience and “tough love” necessary to aid in its healing.

Blurb

Frannie thought she had life all figured out. Don’t get involved. No expectations meant no disappointments. And that’s exactly how she chose to live her life with her four-year-old son over the last three and a half years. Safe and quiet.

In a ten-day span, her safe, quiet life starts to fall apart. Corey, an ex-boyfriend, moves back in next door. He apologizes for breaking her heart, and wants another chance. He’s as good looking as ever, and their children pick up their friendship right where they left off. But Frannie can’t forget the agony she experienced when he left her.

Adam, her ex-husband and son’s father, also comes back into her life. He was her first love, and they had remained in each other’s life for their son’s sake—as friends. Now, he’s forcing her to confront the pain of her past in the hopes of ensuring a better future that includes him. He’s different than the young man she married just out of high school. He’s confident and commanding.

Frannie has a difficult, life changing decision to make. Give a relationship with Corey another try or give Adam, and their failed marriage, another try? Or, is she better off alone following her safe and quiet life plan? Which man will step up to win her heart? Which man is strong enough to convince Frannie she is safe with him?

 

Publisher’s Note: This emotional romance is intended for adults only and contains explicit sexual scenes, adult language, and elements of strict discipline. If any of these themes offend you, please do not purchase.

 

New YA – The Coterie-Declaration by Richard C. McClain II

 

Dakarai Holt, sixteen, is sentenced to a rehabilitation facility. He unearths a conspiracy imposing mind control with ramifications affecting the U.S and the greater world.

Today I’m sharing a new YA novel.  I know this is a popular genre.  Many of you write it, more of you read it.  It certainly sounds like it will keep you intrigued.  Here’s more about it.

BLURB

Arrested for hacking, socially awkward and speech-impaired sixteen-year-old Dakarai Holt is sentenced to two years at Sheffield Academy, an exclusive juvenile rehabilitation facility. Within the first two hours, Dak is subjected to mandatory brainwashing. The academy’s enforcers, the R.A.T. SQUADS, patrol Sheffield to ensure each student’s full compliance. Gacheru, Dak’s roommate, pressures him to drink a tonic that conspicuously counteracts Sheffield’s indoctrination. This places Dak in the middle of many adversarial and explosive situations. Additionally, Dak becomes knotted in a clandestine plot involving the Secretary of State and a mysterious group who goes by the name, The Coterie. While at Sheffield, Dak must find a way to survive the R.A.T. SQUADS’ terror, the annexation of a remote island, and battle his own inner demons.

 

EXCERPT

It is 04:22:31 on Saturday morning and I’m having trouble sleeping. I sit up and turn the light on to give life to the dark room. Instead of celebrating Gacheru’s absences, allowing me space to live on my own and nurture my promise to abort ideas of relationships, worrying about him is all I seem to be doing.

A sound at the door steals my attention. I wait for Gacheru to enter but nothing happens. On the floor underneath the door, an envelope sticks halfway into the room. I pick it up and work my fingers underneath the sealed flap and run my fingers the entire length.

The note reads,

Please put the twenty-five billion back.

I sit on the bed as the weight of the words hits me. Nothing in the words themselves denotes any kind of emotion. Except for maybe the “please.” Still, a cursory reading initiates a panic attack in my body. A brown bag sits on the floor. I roll off the bed, hitting the floor hard. I pull the bag to my face, scrunch my body to the fetal position, and rock and breathe…

Who sent me the note? I ask an hour later. As far as I know, the man who accosted me in the computer room and his superiors are the only ones aware of what they think is a hacking mistake. To apprise me of this kind of critical information now when I’m not under the influence would violate Sheffield’s environment of covertness.

Revealing such knowledge to me makes no sense.

I read the letter again. The word “please” continues to stand out. Sheffield has not proved themselves friendly on the administrative, teacher, or security levels. Why now would they want me to “please” put the money back? They’re the type that would hang me up by my thumbs and torture me to get the information. I exaggerate of course.

This message couldn’t have come from them. Which begs the question, who sent me this note?

I sift through short list of names. Gacheru’s is the only name on it. Somehow he found out I took it and wants me to return the money. He’s the only one I know who’s been able to bypass Sheffield’s mind control and for whatever reasons considered it important that I not succumb to their brainwashing. Would Gacheru send a note? He could speak to me any time. It’s not Gacheru. That leaves nobody.

I walk to the window. Darkness still pervades the night, fighting to maintain control. Daylight is hours away. Since the note can’t be from Sheffield or Gacheru, I decide to get rid of the evidence. I rip the area of the paper around the sentence and then stick it in my mouth, chew it till it’s soggy, and swallow it.

I lie back in bed when I remember the drinks in the closet. It takes a second to pry the board loose. There is nothing in the crevice apart from a thick envelope and three cans. On closer inspection, all are empty. I put the hollow cans back inside and replace the board. The contents of the envelope are none of my business. I’m not a spy. Gacheru helped me for a reason. To betray him this way reeks of self-interest, the worst kind of egotism.

Lightning strikes my mind. Three cans could only mean one thing. A third person has ingested the liquid and like Gacheru and me, this person is resistant to Sheffield’s mind control.

Who?

Since Sheffield wouldn’t ask me to put the money back except under mind control, and Gacheru could talk to me any time, the person who sent the letter has to be the person who drank the third drink.

Why should I put the money back, especially if we’re seemingly on the same side? Wouldn’t we have a better chance of stopping whatever it is they’re doing and going to do by hitting them in the wallet?

It seems cut-and-dry to me.

While back on the bed sheet I rack my mind, wondering who this third person is. If Gacheru trusts this person, would he approve of the letter? He could have asked this person to send it to me. So why not introduce me? What’s the reason for keeping this person’s identity secret? As always, my mind considers the worst. If this is a ploy by Sheffield to test whether or not I am still subject to their mind control, seeking out this third person could be nothing more than a trap.

I know three cans means three people are outside the boundaries of brainwashing. I know the third can was unopened more than a week ago. I’m making an assumption here. If Gacheru kept all three cans, this third person ingested the drink after I consumed mine. He would not need to wait till I arrived to give the drink to this person, which means this third person is likely one of the seven people who traveled with me in the van. I’m sure I can nail it down even more. I know this person is aware of the twenty-five billion dollars I stole. By process of elimination it can only be one of three people, and two of them I’m responsible for bringing to Sheffield. Shipley and Jayden. Tasi is the only other person in the room with us when the hunt for the twenty-five-billion-dollar search took place. I can constrict it more. Since I’m in the men’s dorm building, it can only be Shipley or Jayden.

The doorknob twists. My heart is catapulted into my throat. Is it the R.A.T. SQUADS coming to drag me away so I can be tortured? Is it Shipley or Jayden?

I hold my breath.

ISBN: 978-1-62420-310-7

Author: Richard C. McClain

 Buy at: Rogue Phoenix Press, Amazon, Barnes and Noble

 AUTHOR BIO:

Richard C. McClain II, “The Storyteller”—an advocate of imagination and a deliverer of truth through creative writing. Born in Kansas City, Missouri, Richard is one of five children who was taught to dream and believe that anything is possible. This thought premise inspired Richard to pursue the creative arts, through music, theatre and writing. Richard later became a pastor where from the pulpit he used his story telling abilities to bring the word to life in the hearts of the congregation. Richard is the husband of Sharon, and father of Nicholas, Nicola, Nathan, Natalie, and Nadia. He has had the privilege of honing his storytelling craft and understands the balance between imagination, fantasy, and real life.

 

“Consider this, before the story is ever heard, it is active, pulsating, and full of passion. It needs but the storyteller to tell it.”