It has been a long while since I have released a book or even a sneak peek of something that I am working on. I am pleased to give you all a sneak peek into my next novel which will be released this summer/fall. I haven’t been excited about a project in so long, I can barely contain my excitement. I am not nearly done with this novel, but I can say it will be well worth the wait. Without further a do, click below to read the beginning of my next piece of work. I would greatly appreciate if you left a comment about what you think, below.
I get asked all the time what kind of books I write and how to publish a book. Lately, I haven’t been writing and I actually feel bad because I am a damn good writer and I’m wasting my talent by not using it. People love my stories and what I have to say. I feel like I am letting people down. However, all of that will be changing soon, but I’ll save that info for another date.
You decided you want to write a book. You’re probably thinking about the title, the cover, the length of the book, if people will like it, how to market it, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. None of this is important if you don’t have a book. Believe it or not, all of that stuff comes after the book is written. What you should be thinking about right now is actually writing the book.
I used to do outlines for my novels and it became hard because I would try my best to stick to the outline, never deviating. I found that if I had an idea and just began to write, it came easy. Planning out my writing has stopped working for me because I letting my fingers do all the magic on the keyboard has proven successful. That is not to say that planning won’t work for you. I am just saying it doesn’t work for me.
The first thing you need to have is a topic (nonfiction) or a plot (fiction). I dabble in both and find that neither is easier to write than the other. I can say that fiction is more enjoyable to write than nonfiction. So let’s talk about the process for each one, starting with fiction.
- Fiction books require a plot, settings, characters, beginning, middle, end, rising action, climax, falling action, a genre and most importantly, an imagination, which is so much more than a nonfiction book. Usually an outline helps with this or some kind of graphic organizer/plot diagram. I do outline from time-to-time just to get the basics. An outline can be as in depth or surface level as you need it to be.
- Next, once you have all of your story elements, find a comfortable place to write that you know you won’t be interrupted. Make sure you have snacks and something to drink. Silence cell phones and maybe turn on some music if that helps.
- Decide if you want a prologue or to just jump write in with chapter one. Regardless of which one you choose, make sure, and this is important, make sure that your first sentence, the topic sentence, is fire. If you don’t have a soul-snatching first sentence, your readers will stop reading. You want that first sentence to make your reader continue on.
- Write the rest of the book. I honestly cannot tell you how to write a book. Many people go to college for creative writing to learn how to write a book, but in all honesty, you can’t teach someone to write a book. You can help someone to better their craft, but writing is something you’re either born with, or you’re not. I will do another post on how to develop storylines for fiction books, so stay tuned for that.
- After writing your book comes the most tedious part: editing. I swear this is not the part that I look forward to but it is just as important as writing the book. Editing is for fine tuning, making sure the story flows, there’s no grammar mistakes, spelling is on point, dialogue makes sense, and even though it’s fiction, it needs to have a real element to it. You can always pay someone to do it (yes, I offer book editing services) or you can do it yourself. I do all of my own editing.
- Then comes the task of deciding on a title and book cover. There are a number of websites that have premade book covers and I have used several. You can also create your own on Canva.
- Once it has been edited, get some beta readers, people who will read your book and give you honest feedback. This will also help when your book launches to have reviews that people can see so they know whether it’s worth a read or not. Don’t fret about negative reviews. Your book will not be everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s okay.
- When you are ready to publish, decide if you want to go the traditional route (going through a publisher) or the indie route (publishing yourself). I will do a post on this later about the difference between the two.
- Last is promotion and there are different ways to promote your book: book promoting service, self promotion and word of mouth.
Nonfictions books don’t require as much as a fiction book does but they can be harder to think of a topic for. There are so many nonfiction books out there that it’s hard to keep up and know whether or not your topic has been written about and how many times. this process requires research and reading other nonfiction books similar to whatever topic you are wanting to write about.
- Choose your topic and research that market. See what others have written, if it has been written, and if how yours will be different. Many people write about the same topics but each book is completely different.
- Once you have researched the topic, research if readers are interested and if so, what number (just a ballpark estimate). If it is not the number you were hoping to reach, choose another topic.
- For these types of books I do make an outline because each chapter is different. I have to plan out each chapter and what all I want to talk about. Length does not matter, but making sure I get all the information in does.
- If your book requires sources or for you to gather information from other places, make sure you have a works cited page, footnotes and you cite your sources within the sentences or paragraphs.
- Once you have finished your book, again, the editing process, title, book cover, publishing, etc.
- Marketing will be different than a fiction book because you will have to find the audience you are targeting. Most fiction books can be targeted towards anyone but when it comes to nonfiction, let’s just say there are more fiction readers than nonfiction readers.
I really hope these tips helped in some way. If you want me to elaborate on something, feel free to let me know. Also, click the services tab to check out my book editing/writing services.
“I…I’m a virgin,” he whispered.
“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”
Unzipping his pants, I pulled his dick out. He gasped and stiffened, looking at me. I stroked him softly and he put his hands on my ass, unsure if it was okay. I knelt down and licked the pre cum off his tip.
“You have to breathe or you will pass out.”
He let out a breath and relaxed. I sucked him fast and hard. He screamed as he let out the first nut, probably his first nut ever.
“Oh, fuck!” he said in French.
I pushed him against the wall, turned around, lifted my dress, grabbed his dick and pushed it in me. I bounced back and forth on him as he moaned and gasped. He grabbed my hips.
“Pull me faster,” I said. For a scrawny boy, he had some strength. I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls.
“Ah, ah, fuck!” he screamed.
I pulled his dick out and led him back to the dining room. I pushed him in a chair and straddled him. He started to get the hang of it and pulled my breasts out, sucking on them. I bounced harder and faster. I reached behind to grab his balls, making sure he didn’t come in me. Just what I would need, a baby by a baby.
His balls were hard and I knew he was on the edge. I got up and sucked him dry, him screaming again. To my surprise, he got up and lifted my on to the table on my back. He spread my legs and sucked and licked me like a pro. This, he had most definitely done before.
He circled and sucked and licked and took all of me in his mouth. I came over and over. I screamed when he shoved his dick in, this time, him taking complete control. He breathed fast and hard and grabbed my breast, fucking me like his life depended on it. In so many ways this was wrong, but he was legal and it felt so good. Guess I can add cougar to my repertoire.
Darnell: Sunday Night Chronicles
Darnell watched Darnisha as she walked out of the bathroom, stunned. He knew his boy had given her the time of her life. Hell, he paid him a shit ton of money to do it. Payback is a bitch when you fuck with me, he thought. He loved this woman, but he knew they could never be together, given their past.
He followed her as she left the club. He watched as she walked down the street, alone. She and Darnell had been through so much. Getting caught by his ex-wife busting inside Darnisha was probably the best thing to ever happen to him. As a well-known lawyer? It kind of tainted his profile but it was still worth it. To find out his kids weren’t even his, he owed it to Darnisha.
He must’ve been in deep thought because before he knew it, she was getting in a cab. Should I follow? he wondered. Would I look like a stalker? Man, fuck it. He hailed a cab and told the man to tail them. It was only 10 minutes before they stopped in front of the W Hotel. He paid the cab and followed her inside.
This man walked up to her and she must’ve known him because they hugged and kissed on the cheek. Darnell had never seen him before or heard her mention him. Then again, they weren’t close like they used to be. He followed them to the elevator and squeezed to the back, unnoticed. He pulled his hood down over his face.
After a few floors, she pushed a button and the elevator stopped. What the hell? She got on her knees and began sucking this man’s dick. Darnell’s dick stirred at the thought of her mouth on his, reminiscing on how it felt.
He watched as she got sloppy with it, spitting on it, slurping, deep-throating the man. Darnell felt the anger rising inside him. Since when did she have no morals and perform oral in front of a stranger, even though it was him?
Darnisha pulled the man’s pants down to grip his ass and pull him deeper down her throat. The man let out a loud, deep throated moan, putting his hands on the wall to brace himself. Darnell turned towards the wall and kept his head down, but kept an eye on them. He had never seen her in action on another person other than himself. It was like watching porn that he could never afford.
She pulled him out her mouth and let him spray against the wall. She stood up, lifted her skirt, pulled out a condom from her breast, slid it on the man and pushed him against the wall opposite of Darnell, so now they were facing each other. She turned her back to the man and looked Darnell dead in his eyes as she pushed her ass on the man’s still erect dick.
She knew all along that he was in the elevator and this was payback. She moved back and forth as the man gripped her ass, looking down as it hid his dick. Her facial expressions showing the intense pleasure of this man filling her. She wanted Darnell to watch as she pleased another man as well as pleased herself.
He stared at her for a few minutes. His whole body was on fire with rage. But then he thought, two can play that game. He quickly pulled his sweatpants down to expose his long, black, thick, hard cock and shoved it in her mouth before she had a chance to move or speak. He grabbed the back of her head as she grabbed his hips.
“What the fuck is this?” the man said, pushing her off of him.
“You were just in an innocent bystander in a game of tit for tat,” Darnell said, between grunts.
He pulled his pants up as Darnell kept his dick in and out of her mouth. He didn’t expect her to be enjoying it as much. He wanted her to be mad or at least annoyed that he ruined her plan. The other man pushed the button and it went up to the penthouse. He stayed in as Darnell threw Darnisha over his shoulder, dick still exposed and walked out. He set her down.
“Where’s the room key?” he asked.
“There was never a key,” she smirked.
He backed her up to the window and kissed her gently. He never stopped loving her, since they were kids. Even though he married her best friend, they still fucked around. His heart ached for her, but she just would not give in.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She loved him, but she would never tell him that. He lifted her legs up wrapped them around his waist as he gently penetrated her soaking wet pussy. He felt her gasp on his lips and her body relax against him as he made love to her. He kissed her neck and felt the vibrations of her moans.
Placing his hands on the window, he pushed deeper. He knew how she liked it and how to get her off. But he didn’t want it to end. The adrenaline rush of anyone walking by at any moment took over. He knew that they were being watched on camera, but he didn’t care – he needed this.
He stared into her eyes as he thrust a little faster. That is when he saw it. The same look in her eyes the day he married her best friend. Pain. He knew that she never came back from that. He felt the tears swelling up in his eyes. He couldn’t bare to look at her anymore. He lifted her up, legs on his shoulders. He kissed the insides of her thighs, her moans louder now. All he could think about was what a piece of shit he was.
All the women he slept with during his marriage, with and without protection, playing with his life. He couldn’t have kids so that wasn’t an issue, but that fact was he could of easily ended his life with any one of the numerous women.
He buried his face in her sex and let the juices drip down his chin. Then it hit him, this was her third time having sex in one evening. He was going to make this count. He sucked and licked and followed the movements of her body. Her hips told him how to move and her bulging clit told him she was almost there. He moaned and she felt the vibrations against her clit, down her legs and to her toes. Hands against the window, she let out a scream as she came, squirting in his face. He lapped up all of her pleasure as his own came spewing out, running down his balls.
She was the only woman that could ever make him nut without out any kind of penetration. He slowly lowered her and they came face to face. She licked herself off of his face.
“You’re a son of a bitch, you know that?” she said, pulling her skirt down and then walking off, leaving him there, dick hanging, her cum on his face and an aching heart.
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