Saturday Sips - I Like Em Pretty

Here's a little more from I Like Em Pretty! Release day is January 31st!

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 the cost might be too high of a price to pay.

An intense scene between Frankie and the star of the next book in the series, Kenina.

Unedited excerpt 

Frankie pushed the button and bit his bottom lip. Damn this man was sex on wheels! Why the hell did he have to be a witness in this case?

“Frankie!” Kenina yelled again and knocked some more on his glass.

“Damnit woman!” Frankie pressed the automatic locks on the doors and she got in on the passenger side.

“What the fuck, Frankie? How come ya’ ran outta there like that, huh? You know how much them fucks love to talk!”

“Whatever girl. The reason I hightailed it outta there is so I wouldn’t be talkin’ in front of everybody!”

“Well damn, Frankie I get that but did ya take a minute to think what they mighta been sayin’ about cha?”

“Fuck woman, I don’t really care, okay? I’m sick of carin’ what those idiots, think! I wanna be me and stop hidin’ from everybody!”

“Frankie, you know that isn’t a good idea, alright? These homophobic, good ol’ boy cops will have your hide if they found out you was gay!”

“So fuckin’ what! I wish I hadn’t went along with this bullshit from jump! Now I’m fuckin’ trapped in my own lie, Kennie. I gots no way out. I don’t like that feelin’!”

“Well maybe you shoulda thought about that when ya decided to like men over women, sweetie. When ya make that kinda choice, you gotta learn to deal!”

Frankie gripped the steering wheel and he immediately saw red. If Kenina wasn’t a woman, he swore he would’ve clocked her with that statement. Again, he nibbled on his lip until it hurt. He took a deep breath. “It ain’t no choice, gal. I told ya’ it’s my life! It’s my fuckin’ life. The choice I made to hide it was the wrong one. I shouldn’t a cared about how other people felt about me.”

“But it mighta stopped ya’ from becomin’ a homicide detective.”

“Then I coulda transferred!”

“What? You woulda left me behind even after all we been through together?”

Frankie only leaned back in the seat and blew raspberries. “If it came to that, yes ‘cause ya see where this lie’s got us right nah. Everyone’s in my biz. Maybe if I woulda come out, people woulda treated me like a leper and left me the hell alone!”

“Well shit, aren’t you the most ungrateful…”

“Damnit Kenina! I just wanna love who I wanna love, m’kay? Let’s just break up publically so everyone can see and then you’re free to date who you want and so can I.”

“And you’ll come out?”

“I just might so people will get off my back about you, us, and this stupid ass relationship charade. This wadn’t a good idea to begin with and I knew that but…fuck! I wanted to keep up a fuckin’ appearance. Why should I care ‘bout what people think?”

“Oh so this is all ‘bout you nah, huh?”

“No it’s not but hell, if we break up and I come out gay then I look bad before you, right? You walk away unscarred.”

“No I don’t silly, ‘cause then people will think I got issues findin’ a man!”

“Well obviously you do ‘cause you agreed to play pretend girlfriend for me!”

Kenina inhaled and with all her might, slapped Frankie’s face, hard.

Damn.

Her face red and full of tears, she shook her hand, most likely indicating how painful it was to hit Frankie. “You fuckin’ sonofabitch! I care about ya’, Frankie! I got problems, yeah, I really do. I keep waitin’ for you to change, hopin’ you’ll see me for the woman I am and stop perpetratin’ like a homo. All the comments you make about my body and the fact you’re even goin’ through with this shit in the first place, tells me you’re attracted to me!”

Frankie’s jaw burned like hell right now. He rubbed it to try soothing the discomfort. “So what. I’m gay, not dead, Kennie. I’ve always loved the sight of a beautiful woman or man. I like attractive people period. Just ‘cause I make comments about your frame, or the fact you look good every day, don’t mean I wanna sleep wicha. I like men, Kenie! I’m gay. I like fuckin’ a man, kissing a man, a pretty man who I can plunge my cock into all times of the night.”

“Stop it,” she interrupted.

“I like to cuddle with a hot man while watchin’ a movie…”

“I said, stop,” she repeated in a harsher tone.

Frankie continued on despite her protests. “I wanna get married to a man, love a pretty man for the rest of my life! I don’t like women sexually, Kenie!”

“I said, that’s enough!” She yelled at the top of her lungs and glared at him. “You made your point! I’m stupid I know for even wastin’ my time, fallin’ for ya’. Do what you fuckin’ want then. Fall in love with another faggot if that’s what makes you happy!”

Frankie returned the scowl and grit his teeth. He gripped the wheel to keep from wailing on this woman. His knuckles turned white. “Get outta my car now! I ain’t havin that kinda talk in my vehicle!”

“Whatever!” Kennie got out and slammed the door behind her making the car shudder.

“Fuck you too!” Frankie called to her, hoping she heard. The nerve of this woman holding his orientation against him and all this time, he thought she did it because she wanted to, not trying to change him.

What the fuck now? No way would he be able to work with Kenina after what just happened. Most likely when they came to work, they’d probably get into another argument. A part of Frankie was saddened by that but he wouldn’t allow anyone, not even his best friend tell talk to him in that manner.

Still, there were many cases to do and the Chief would be all over his as like white on rice if he found out about their disagreement. He discouraged them from “dating” months ago and warned them something like this might happen.

Why didn’t he use caution when agreeing to this tryst? Would it come back to harm him, his friendship with Kenina, and his career?

Saturday Sips - I Like Em Pretty Almost Complete - R Excerpt

Good morning! 

Merry Xmas to everyone. 

Just wanted to update all of you on the status of I like Em Pretty!

Almost finished!

Whew!

Me and Shar had to do more research and got a couple of kinks worked in the story so we can proceed with the last few thousand words.

The story is over 60k now and looks to be about 65-66

Far cry from the 45k we anticipated!

Shar was bust working and Xmas shopping so there was no Saturday Sip this past week.

Since its Xmas, I'll share a little more with you today

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 the cost might be too high of a price to pay.

Here's a little of the very long love scene in the book!

Unedited Rated R

Frankie set the bags down in the corner by the window and waltzed back over slowly to embrace Kajika. Wanting him, he wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his nose into his neck, smelling the CK One he’d come to love. He smelled so good as always, good enough to taste and lick. “Kajika, I want you now,” he growled and nuzzled further down until he reached his collarbone. He added a series of generous licks along with soft bites on his skin, leaving small red marks on his honey tanned flesh.

“Ooh Frankie. I been waitin’ for this…for…oohhh shiit…baby!” Kajika grabbed the back of his neck and caressed it, rubbing the tension from his muscles.”

Hands roaming all over Kajika’s lithe frame, he pressed him against the wall and crushed his body with his own. In a swift move, he switched from the soft pecks on his flesh to subtle tongue tangling. Passionately, they explored each others mouths while both attempted to begin remove clothing piece by piece. Kajika went first, pushing him away so he could yank his own shirt over his head. Once he revealed the top of that gorgeous body, Frankie wished to go further down and enjoy the taste of his new man but damn did he want to be inside him. That would have to be enjoyed a little later.

While their mouths were still connected, Kajika unbuttoned his jeans, one by one, seductively as if he was putting on a show. When they fell to the floor in a pool around his ankles, Frankie noticed he wasn’t going commando as he usually was. Surprised to see boxer briefs, he stared at him starry eyed while Kajika toed the pants off and removed his loafers. “Wearin’ underwear these days?”

Kajika grinned and wrapped his muscular arms around Frankie’s neck. “I needed to wear more so it’ll give ya’ more to take off. Plus ‘member what I said about playin’ at ya’ pace?”

“God babe you are too much!” Frankie’s whisper throaty and his groin filled a little more with each touch of this man’s body. Especially now with his hands groping Kajika’s backside, searching for the small puckered hole he’d dreamt of licking and sucking for the longest of time. When he found it, he couldn’t resist, moistening the tip of his finger and probing the tight space to prepare for his entry.

“Mmhmm, Frankie, want cha’ there. God do I want cha’ there!”

“And I wanna be there…now…” Frankie brushed his lips against Kajika’s until his lover captured them between his own and bit the bottom lip. Kajika’s teeth on him sent a rush of heat to his midsection and his nipples pebbled underneath his t-shirt. Wanting to pick up the pace, he gripped Kajika’s arms and brought them down between them, guiding him forward until they reached the edge of the bed. Impatient, he gave Kajika a gentle shove and he bounced off the mattress, driving the pots of the bed into the wall.

Hope our next door neighrbor ain’t home!

In reality, Frankie could’ve cared less. Surely whoever was in there would be getting quite an earful now and for the duration of time they stayed here. He toed his shoes off and hovered over Kajika, rubbing his crotch against his, making himself harder by the second. His breath caught in his chest and heart pounding, he leaned into him, pressing his lips on top of Kajika’s.

Kajika pulled his shirt up and ran his hands over the small of his back, digging his nails into his skin while pushing upwards to meet his hard thrusts. He wrapped his bare legs around Frankie’s waist, binding Frankie to him. “Ooh God Frankie, don’t make me wait any longer damnit. I want you inside me!”

Frankie only nodded, knowing he wanted that too but he had other plans. This was however their first time making love and he wanted to make it really special. Leave an indeliable mark on Kajika so he wouldn’t leave him for anyone else. Not wanting to stop, he reluctantly pulled away and tossed the shirt from over his head. While Kajika circled his right nipple with his tongue, Frankie struggled with his pants, attempting to take them off without having to move from this spot. When Kajika noticed, he ceased his affections a minute and Frankie achieved his task. He kicked them off the bed and pushed his tongue in between Kajika’s lips once more and rammed the head of his covered cock into Kajika’s buttocks.

“Damnit Frankie,” he growled and massaged his shoulders and back some more. “Stop bein’ such a tease!”

Frankie only grinned happy he was making his lover suffer a little. No question he was just as hot but this would be payback for the episode after his dance routine weeks ago. He fingered Kajika’s long black locks, raking the strands while he tried lossening the holder.

That hair!

Frankie wanted to see it loose and flowing while they made love. It was more than just a turn on, it was a necessity.

Kajika helped him and tossed it aside while they continued to devour one anothers mouths. Frankie stopped again again and peeked at his lover’s swollen lips, admiring the shape and color of them after such a passionate embrace.

Kajika’s wild brown gaze met his and Frankie dipped his head low when Kajika tried to kiss him again. Sike! Frankie loved this little game of cat and mouse. Not so much for his lover, who groaned when he didn’t get what he ultimately wanted. Going lower, he traced Kajika’s flesh with the tip of his tongue, tasting every bit of his skin. Salty, slightly tangy, the bodywash stung a little but Frankie could care less. It didn’t deter his arousal not one bit.

Kajika reached for the table and aimed to grab the supplies waiting to be used.

When Frankie noticed, he promptely grabbed Kajika’s wrists and pinned them to the pillow he was lying on.

“Ugh, Frankie, c’mon… damn you…” The frustration in his voice, he toyed with Frankie’s cock with his toes through the confines of his underwear.

“In a bit, babe,” he responded after biting Kajika’s nipple hard enough to make him yelp.

“Fuck, Frankie!” Kajika struggled with his grip and bucked off the mattress like a wild horse.

“Easy, baby…” Frankie knew he’d have to be inside him soon. His cock strained against the cotton material of his own boxer briefs, causing him much discomfort. Still, he wanted it this way, this long drawn own moment of foreplay to enjoy with Kajika. They’d waited over five weeks and might as well make the most of it. Ignoring Kajika’s complaints, he continued his descent on the man’s body, licking and sucking on every ripple of his abs, biting skin as he went along. He pinched Kajika’s nipples and turned them like radio dials, clockwise then in reverse until the tops of his own fingers hurt.

“Jeezus, I swear too God!” Kajika gnashed his teeth and slid up and down on the mattress covers. Finally, Kajika managed to break free of the hold and gripped onto the other pillow next to him.

“Mhmm, want me, don’cha?” Frankie glanced up at his lover, in complete ectasy and under his spell. When he arrived at his midsection, he sucked Kajika’s cock through the cloth. He released the clench on his nipples and slid the underwear downward to look at Kajika’s dick up close for the very first time. When revealed, Frankie’s breath hitched and he marveled at the beautifully clean cut cock, bare all the way to his balls. He nuzzled the side with his nose and inhaled Kajika’s personal musk. Same scent as what he smelled in his upper body, Frankie continued his afections while he probed Kajika’s tightness with his finger once again.

“Frankie!”

Still desiring more, Frankie held him down with one hand while the other busied itself inide of Kajika, enjoying the snug space and prepping it for his entry. He wanted to taste that too and exchanged the fingers in Kajika’s anus for his mouth and tongue. Pinning him with both hands, he lifted him up to get a better angle.

Kajika oblidged him and grabbed the pillow to sit on. He plopped his butt on top of them. “God, you’re makin’ me crazy!”

Frankie knew and he could tell by the size of Kajika’s erection, standing proudly between his legs. Regardless, he licked around the small crevice and penetrated it with the tip. To go deeper, he pried apart his legs, dipping inside again, enjoying Kajika’s ass just as he’d wanted to.

Seemingly overly aroused, Kajika massaged his own nipples and exhaled deeply, striving to keep his composure.

Frankie sucked the pucker and blew on the hole before allowing a small dollop of saliva to fall between Kajika’s ass cheeks.  He rubbed them together and gave them a light smack, leaving a red mark.

“God, yes, Frankie. You’re fuckin’ killing me!”

“I know,” he answered and slapped it again. “Payback is a bitch, huh,” 

Wind Down Wednesday - I Like Em Pretty

Good morning!

I'm stealing Rawiya's segment since it's about my book anyway and I know she won't mind.

The above video was part of a dance scene I wrote for Kajika Fortier in I Like Em Pretty in addition to the Janet Jackson song I Get So Lonely

I know you're shocked right? Me? The stuffy muse using R&B as a backdrop for a scene?

Er, well, geez I'm not THAT stuffy.

Pfft.

Have a sneak peak at the scene as well as the blurb.

Oh and, I'm about to write the love scene... whew *fans self* It shall be quite entertaining

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 the cost might be too high of a price to pay. 

Unedited excerpt

The game was a bore and Frankie wished he’d come out a lot earlier than now to see Kajika in action.

Maybe I shoulda taken him out to dinner then brought him back here for his performance?

Feeling slightly guilty about it, he leaned back in the driver’s seat and glanced at the club. “Eh well, too late. At least I’m here now though!” In a rush, he unhooked his seat belt and opened the door to a valet who looked him up and down.

“Well hello there sexy. Ain’t seen you here before.” The chocolate skinned man wearing a black bodysuit showed his pearly whites and licked his lips.

Frankie could only grin in response. “First time here.” He dropped the valet key in his hand and kept walking in the direction of the all black doors. Despite feeling the other’s man’s eyes on him, he nodded at the men and one of them opened it, letting him inside. At first glance, the place appeared to be a hole in the wall or like one of those gay biker or S&M clubs. No color on the hallway walls, a single window with a nice looking blond lady, dressed in a short red mini-dress there taking money and tickets. “Hiya sexy. You must be Kajika’s friend. He told me to look out for a hot looking man, caramel colored with beautiful brown eyes. Gimme ya’ hand so I can stamp the back of it.”

Frankie’s face hurt from smiling but he flashed it anyway and pulled on his collar. “Thank ya’, darlin’. So I guess I don’t need a password, then?”

“Naw sugah, you all good. Detective Choteau?”

“Uh huh. Thank you again, chere,” he nodded and another burly man waived him inside.

Once he did, N'awlins Exotica looked like a totally different place. Instead of the dank, seedy appearance it gave off in the foyer, the main ballroom looked classy. Despite his attraction to men and women of the beautiful variety, he’d never entered a strip club and only had interaction with a stripper at a co-worker’s bachelor party several years ago. This would be a new experience for him, being so close to the adult entertainment industry.

Instead of the all black paneling on the outside, the walls were covered in a burgundy with sconces about five feet apart. The floors, made of a hardwood, most likely bamboo throughout, and the tables dressed with the same wine colored cloths were filled with people of every variety, smoking, drinking, and seemingly having a great time.

“Frankie?” A hand gripped his shoulder tightly and a deep voice that accompanied it disturbed him from his trance.

“Yeah, I am. How did ya’ know my name?”

“Aw, honey, Kajika is my best friend. He told me to seat cha once ya’ showed up. Naomi Beneviere.” She held out her hand.

“Frankie Choteau,” he nodded and took it gladly. This lovely woman with a rather sultry voice, dressed in a long purple dress or robe, he couldn’t tell which, grip his hand escorting him through the crowd to a table on the right side of the stage.

“My pleasure and damn you are sexy just as Kaj says you would be!” She eyed him just as the valet had and suddenly Frankie felt like a piece of meat on a rotisserie.

“Thanks doll.” Frankie sat down and glanced at the others already occupying the space. All of them, older ladies that appeared to be senior citizens, dressed for bingo and not for this club. “Um…” He only waved at them, sort of nervously.

The greyest of them spoke, wearing a yellow hat on top of her silver bob cut. “Hiya gorgeous. You one of the dancers? You look like you could be.”

Frankie chuckled and removed his sport jacket. “No ma’am. I’m here to see one of them though.”

“Yeah? Well good for you, sweetie. We’re hopin’ our favorite man dances tonight. We heard Kajika was comin’ in after his lover killed himself. Sad really but at least he’s available,” she winked.

Snort

Frankie covered his eyes and smirked. “Yeah he is. Well let’s see if he’s here. I hope so, since I came to see him specifically.” Frankie didn’t want to go into a long conversation with her because he was still too embarrassed. All these ladies looked old enough to be his grandma!

God rest her soul.

“Oh really? Well, you dunno for sure? Ol’ Agnes here is complainin’ she’s ready to go if he’s not peformin’. We come in here right after bingo just to catch him every Thursday and if we’re able, we’ll catch him on Sundays after church dinner. The boy is smokin’ hot!”

“Mhm, he is…” The other ladies nodded in agreement and all gave Frankie denture filled or toothless smiles.

Attempting to stop himself from laughing, he said nothing further and turned around to face the stage. When he did, Naomi reappeared with a Heiniken in her hand.

“Here ya’ go sweetie. It’s on the house as is any thing else ya’ want,” she batted her eyelashes and sat on an empty stool next to him.

“Thanks much, Naomi. Appreciate yer hospitality.” Frankie was glad she joined him at the table with these old biddies. At least now he had someone close to his age group to converse with.

Not that I’ll be talkin’ a lot when Kajika’s on stage.

“Ya’ll doin’ okay, ladies? Everyone good? Been to the bathroom, need water…” Naomi called to all of them.

Frankie didn’t bother turning around. This whole moment was quite surreal. In a club, a strip club at that with a bunch of older women and a transsexual.

Never woulda guessed.

Frankie sipped his beer and grinned, trying to hold it all in while Naomi chatted up the seniors. When his phone buzzed in his pocket, he lifted it out and glanced at the screen.

Ready for me? Kajika XOXOXOXOXO

“Hells yeah, babe,” he mouthed, making sure no one else heard him. He didn’t want to engage in any further conversation with the mature women so he kept his thoughts to himself. Anticipation rising, he gulped a good portion of his beer and held on to it while leaning on his knees.

The lights went down and the crowd clapped loudly when the curtain opened to a tall white gentleman dressed in a tuxedo came out from behind.

“Thank you friends. So, are you ready for our next to last act?”

The crowd’s reaction was yeah’s and loud claps. Frankie wondered did anyone know that Kajika was the next to last performance. Most likely not since they didn’t seem to thrilled. When they talked, Kajika boasted of his popularity at this place and how he was usually the headliner.

Perhaps it’s a surprise.

*** Hope you enjoyed. Yes, I gave you the buildup to the dance scene. Well, I can't show you everything! You won't want to read it. *sulks* Maybe I'll share a small part this coming Saturday on the sip. Until then...