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coverMy book is finally LIVE

Well, okay the book with Michael from our series, N’awlins Exotica

The Amazon gods gave their thumbs up so it is now up for purchase at Amazon!

If you haven’t read this series, it is a must!

Link here to books 1-5

The mysteries are solved in this book and well, it leads to Michael’s next series called Immortals.

Here is the official blurb and links!

BLURB: Christmas comes sooner than expected in the Big Easy.

With the serial killer on the loose, the Crescent City has become a place of nightmares. Inflicting terror on New Orleans has been his first order of business, and now, due to a recent faux pas, he’s on the run from district nineteen police.

In the midst of this is trans dancer Naomi Beneviere. Naomi is concerned about her safety after three other dancers wound up dead at the hands of the serial killer. To make matters worse, she dreams of their murders and possible details about the suspect.

Crime Scene Investigator Waylon Mooney is the top CSI on the case which has been plaguing the city. Waylon is meticulous and a hopeless romantic, but his social skills are a little off. After a series of dates with Naomi and many sleepless nights, Waylon is ready to take the next step in their relationship, but the killer on the loose may hamper their progress.

Will Waylon be able to assist in finding the killer? And will Naomi Beneviere finally have the chance at a true relationship with Waylon?

See No Evil concludes the N’awlins Exotica series. All books must be read in order.

Amazon – http://mybook.to/SeeNoEvil

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/708793

Payhip – https://payhip.com/b/lJQp

Good morning to all. I haven’t done a Wind Down Wednesday in a while so how about today? I’m handing it over to my brother Michael to talk about a song that inspired a scene that might just shake up the N’awlins Exotica series. 

Roughmm1  Greetings to all. This is Michael doing the wind down today. Yes, Rawiya’s right. A couple of weeks ago I heard a song, not new but new to me that immediately got my creative juices going.

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Alright, enough BL. Yes, it kicked up something in my brain and I passed it along to Shar. First let me give you some insight. In N’awlins Exotica book two I’ve brought in Ryland and Ryder from N’awlins Exotica Paranormal since their books are almost finished.  For those of you who don’t know, Ryland and Ryder are related to Kajika Fortier but Kajika has no idea of this and instead thinks he’s losing his mind. I also have a character by the name of Eli who is a serial killer introduced in this book. Without giving too much away, Eli meets Kajika in the story and becomes infatuated with him. When they come face to face, something happens that makes Eli want “Kajika”  a lot more.

Did I confuse you? Well, you’ll have to find out when ILIR comes out in February. The story is with the betas now and we’ll see what their feedback on it is.

 

Getting back to the blog topic. When I heard the song, One of Us is the Killer by Dillinger Escape Plan, it gave me an idea for a scene with “Kajika” and Eli later on down the line. Keep an eye out for ILIR in February and when it releases I’ll come back with another post giving more insight into my inspiration.

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Michael’s Up

Lets see if you can guess his question to win an ebook and swag from N’awlins Exotica

Michael’s Contest

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Shar’s doing a post about ILEP and why its her fave series.

She’s also doing a giveaway for US residents only

Visit Sid Love’s blog today for the details!

http://sidlove.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/giveaway-sharita-lira/

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Good morning.

My muse today is model Michael Randon

He’s my character for the book in the N’awlins Exotica series. Shar and I just created him yesterday

Bio: CSI Waylon Mooney is an open minded redneck with heart. He’s a nerd but hot as hell with a quirky sense of humor and weird vibe. He listens to old country music, can’t dance but knows how to have a good time

These are the pictures we saw when we thought about the hot nerdy, CSI at NOPD

 

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Congrats to gay male brother muse with his new release.

I Like Em’ Pretty turned into the beginning of the Triad’s new series, N’awlins Exotica/Paranormal

The whole collection is set in New Orleans, our favorite place in the world!

Check out the official blurbs and a small snippet!

Overall Series Blurb:  The N’awlins Exotica/Paranormal series

The city of New Orleans is rich in tradition, diverse, and known for the inspiration it provides. In the “Big Easy” there lies the hunger for the erotic as well as the unknown. The residents here feel that sexual energy and it reveals itself through their various creative activities.

Join the characters as they take a wild ride on the edge, enjoying their town for all it has to offer. There’s a certain magic in the air, an erotic magic that cannot be ignored.

 I Like Em’ Pretty Blurb

New Orleans is supposed to be the big easy. One night changes everything for Frankie Choteau.

New Orleans. A city rich in tradition, diversity, and on the comeback trail from hurricane Katrina. Francois “Frankie” Choteau, a resident of this town, a cop with a hot temper and low tolerance for bs. Kajika Fortier, a transplant from Oklahoma came here looking for a dream and unfortunately it’s turned into a nightmare. On a hot summer night, they meet and cross paths during a very difficult situation. Despite this, the attraction between them is evident and loneliness for both men is a fate worse than death. They’d both like a chance at happiness but will the circumstances and Frankie’s uneasiness prevent their happy ever after?

Smashwords    ARe   Amazon

 
PG Excerpt
 
Chapter One
New Orleans, Louisiana 8:47 P.M.
“Damn!” Francois Choteau yelled at the top of his lungs. His favorite coffee cup—the one that read ‘My job is to find the killer’—slipped from his tight grip. It was his mother’s last gift to him before her passing. She always knew exactly what to get him for Christmas.
“Ah, Frankie, can’t you do anything without dropping stuff? Ya klutz!” Kenina Porter rushed to his side. She bumped him with her large frame as she attempted to assist him in the cleanup.
“Damn, woman, you’re dressing kind of sexy these days. Who you going after?” Frankie noticed the low-cut black blouse underneath the same color blazer showed ample pale cleavage.
“Someone who works here with me and claims to play for the other team.” Kenina wrinkled her lips. Her nasally New York accent came out whenever something angered her. “You’re lucky this didn’t break into a million pieces, Frankie. Your mama might’ve came out of the grave haunting your ass!”
Frankie grinned and tilted his head to the side. “You’re right about that, Kenie. My mama always gave me grief about having butta fingers. Wasn’t really my fault, though. It’s hot as hell in this mother! My hands feel like they been drenched in water!” Frankie wiped his brow and sighed. The air conditioner was running full blast, but it didn’t seem to do a thing about the summer heat in New Orleans. Temps in the low hundreds and high humidity made living in the Big Easy practically unbearable.
“Yeah, it is, but you still drinking hot coffee.” She grimaced and shook her head. “Not even iced, Frankie!” She dropped paper towels on the floor and smeared them over the spilled beverage. While toeing the rags with her heel, she handed Frankie his most prized possession.
Frankie set it inside his desk, out of harm’s way. “I got to, baby. It’s the only thing keeping me awake. We been working on this fucking Metairie murder case nonstop for over a month with no damn leads. Nobody’s talking so we can bring these fuckers to justice.”
“Nope.” Kenina nodded and knelt to pick up the trash from the floor. “Be more careful with your drink next time, man. Leslie just scrubbed these floors, and you know she’ll curse you out in her native tongue if she finds out you spilled something.”
“Yeah, I know.” Frankie rubbed the nape of his neck, attempting to get out the kinks. Homicide cases were piling up quicker than detectives could keep count, especially since the precinct was located in the middle of a crime hotbed. Due to the amount of work and the low pay, most detectives moved on to another line of investigation or left altogether, but not Frankie and his partner Kenina, who’d started at the police academy together. They’d been through thick and thin for the past ten years. Frankie considered the redheaded vixen to be his best friend, his girlfriend, and at times the momma he didn’t have. Kenina Porter showed more loyalty than any man he’d ever had and he’d always stick by her side.
“Well, yeah, you know, but…” She stood with her hands on her hips. “You still aren’t being all that careful.”
“I was, woman!” Frankie frowned in her direction and propped his feet up on the corner of his desk. “You right, you right, I’m a klutz but I’ll have you know, I’m tired as hell, ain’t fucked anyone in over three months and, on top of that, I’m not getting a lot of sleep!”
“Shhh!” Kenina glanced from left to right and scolded him for being so loud. “What the fuck’s wrong with you, Frankie! You wanna get found out? You can’t say shit without people calling you on it in this department.”
Frankie waved his hand. “I know, Kenie, I’m just…” Frankie leaned back and blew raspberries. His head slipped down from the top of the chair and tears welled up in his eyes. “I’m so tired of hiding, babe. It’s hard being…” Frankie mouthed gay. “And not able to tell the people you work with.”
“Well, you could, but it might be more trouble than it’s worth. I don’t mind keeping up the charade for you, love. You know you my boy and I’d do anything for you!” Kenina sat on the edge of the desk and stroked his shoulder.
“I appreciate that, Kenie, I really do. Too bad you ain’t got the right equipment, woman, because I’d date you for real!”
“Mhmm, I got it all here for you. You just got a thing for dick more than pussy. That’s on you, though. I ain’t mad at ya.”
Frankie dabbed the corners of his eyes with his shirt sleeve. His smile turned into a frown. “It ain’t a thing, girl. It’s my fucking life! You sound like them fucks in forensics, making fun of that cop who transferred here from San Fran last year. That boy didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell because they gave him so much grief!”
“Yep, and you noticed he went right back where he came from because they ragged on him so bad. Look, honey, I don’t mean anything by it, I just… well, damn, I don’t get it, that’s all, but to each his or her own. I don’t hold it against you, but when you make comments about my boobs—”
“I asked who you were dressing up for, that’s all. I wasn’t making any comments about your boobs. Not today, anyway. You got a nice rack, I’m only complimenting you. It doesn’t mean I wanna sleep with you. Besides, we’re like sister and brother, anyway.” Frankie shifted around and glanced at all the folders on his desk. Cold cases with no leads, lots of dead ends he couldn’t even begin to tie together; mostly gang crimes and random killings in the quarter. The same old, same old but they still needed solving.
“Uh huh…” Kenina slid off the desk top and backed away slowly in the other direction. “Brother and sister, my ass. You know I’d fuck the shit out of you and not worry about what happens next. You’re just my type, Frankie, always have been but…” Trying to tempt him, she gave her breasts a quick tug.
“But I don’t like girls, not sexually, anyhow. Never have, Kenie. I know someday you’ll find Mr. Right, some guy who’ll wanna be all you need. I just ain’t the one.” Frankie bit his lip and grabbed the first couple of folders on his desk. He needed something to distract him from this uncomfortable conversation that he seemed to have with Kenie at least once a damn month.
To turn his attention away from her, he gawked at the victim of a shooting in Kenner about four weeks ago. Another random act of violence for him and Kenina to solve but, again, no witnesses, no solid leads on the case they could use to bring in a suspect. At times, he wished he didn’t want to work in homicide but he loved the excitement it brought to his life.
Besides, it kept him from home, which at this point was the loneliest place on planet earth. Though the newly renovated house on the east end was his pride and joy, with no one there waiting on him, it didn’t hold the same appeal.

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