Good things always happened at the right time when I was going through bad situations. My rough upbringing and poverty aside, I had friends to help me out when I needed them. I hung out with ____ and ____, and my exposure to them gave me confidence with women, of whom I was very shy.

I typically felt vulnerable around females, but my friends were full of confidence and humor, and I began to emulate them. It’s funny, though, now that I look back on that time. Those same friends, always led by their sexual desires, are now fathers of children and have no jobs. I loan them money from time to time, while I use my head for business to take care of my own family.

Apparently, charm is not enough to make it in life.


Non-fiction (self-help)

(hair care excerpt)

“Everything in moderation” definitely applies to hair care. If you notice your hair becoming dry and brittle, likely you’ve been overdoing applications of heat (curling iron, flat iron, blow dryer, etc). Or, the chemicals in your shampoo or conditioner are too strong.

There are many videos, blogs, and books out there about hair care, what to do and how. In the end analysis, however, it comes down to what works best for you. It may take some experimentation with different things until you find the right combination, but that’s okay. Time, patience and a spirit of adventure will give you the healthy hair you desire.

Try to eat as healthy a diet as possible, drink lots of water, and sleep well. Exercise is important, too. Think holistically, as mental and physical health are always intertwined.


Fiction (contemporary)

“Darlings!” she gushed, rushing forward in a cloud of expensive perfume to hug us both and blow air kisses over our cheeks.

____ pushed her away and slapped her across the face. Even I was surprised at that. “Don’t you ever touch me again, ____. You don’t get to come in here and act as if you never left us in this house to pursue your own selfish agenda. I despise you.”

I was too shocked to say anything. ___ had always been the calm, sweet one between the two of us. To see her react this way…she must have been harboring some deep-seated resentment for the last twenty years, not that I could blame her.

“___! How could you do that to me? I’m your mother,” ___ pleaded, her hand on her cheek as she looked over at me for support.

“I have nothing to say to you, so don’t expect me to come to your aid. You abandoned us a long time ago. I should be surprised that you’re here, but somehow, I’m not. Bottom feeders need to stick together, don’t they?” I looked between ___ and ___. “I assume you’ve kept in contact with each other all these years, in hopes that there might be something in it for you? Both of you?”

I shook my head at the woman I refused to call mother out loud. “You disgust me.” I turned to address

____, who had been watching the proceedings like a snake charmer. “Can we get this over with, please? I have other places to be.”

“Absolutely, ____. If everyone would take a seat, please.” He gathered papers together, while I sat next to _____, who was still glaring daggers at ____. ____ chose to stand by the door. ___, to her credit, sat as far away from us as possible. Smart woman.

___ cleared his throat. “Your father’s will was delivered to me by courier the day he died. I have confirmed that it is his handwriting, and that it did indeed come from him. I’ll read it, shall I?”


Fiction (contemporary romance)

I loved my husband, but today he was driving me nuts.

“___!” I was trying to find the car keys. We shared the Toyota, so there was a tacit agreement to keep the keys in the same place, the better to be found. But not today. The hook beside the refrigerator was empty.

“Where the hell are the keys?” I couldn’t be late for work today. I had a presentation.

“The keys for what, hon?” Ever clueless was he.

“The car! What else?” Frustrated, I stalked down the hall toward our shared bathroom.

“I’m going to be late. Where are they?” ___ looked at me in the bathroom mirror.

“Oh snap! Sorry, baby. They’re in my coat pocket in the closet where we keep the winter stuff. You know, the black one?”

“Yeah, I know. Sweetheart, you gotta try to remember to put them back on the hook, okay?” Turning around, I rushed to the closet beside the laundry room and found the keys where he said they were.

He was standing at the front door when I got there, looking sheepish. Raising his hands to my shoulders, ___ pulled me close and said, “Baby, forgive me? I’ll try harder, okay? You know how much I love you.” Damn those big, brown eyes.

And then? He gave me the kiss.

Damn him! He knew I was a sucker for his soul-melting, wetness-inducing lips, the kind that made me want to forget I had to make a presentation that was possibly worth millions for my company in less than half an hour and jump his sexy bones.

The sudden slickness between my thighs brought me back to the present. I realized he was pressed up against the door, my right leg hooked over his left thigh and his hands on my ass, urging me on.

“Stop it, stop it,” I said, putting him at arm’s length so I could catch my breath. “Fine, I forgive you.” Catching my breath, I stepped further away, straightened my pants suit and patted my hair, hoping it was still smooth in the bun I had forced it into this morning. Thick, curly hair could be a bitch to tame sometimes.

“I love you, it’s your turn to cook, and I gotta go.” He moved away from the door and opened it for me, patting my butt as I left. Unable to resist, I turned back to give him a last peck on his luscious lips and ran. I thought I heard a chuckle from behind the closing door on my way out.

Oh, he was gonna pay for that.