Seasoned with Grace Book Trailer and Excerpt

I just got the book trailer for Seasoned with Grace and I love it. Now, because I also love you, I’m sharing it with y’all!!! Check out the book trailer and a short excerpt of Seasoned with Grace

Excerpt

The sound of Young Thug’s cartoonish intonation and the infectious chorus of his and Rich Homie Quan’s hit song “Lifestyle” snapped Grace King out of her alcohol-induced slumber. She squinted to read the screen of her iPhone. “Ethan Summerville,” she read slowly before tapping the green telephone icon to accept the call from her attorney slash agent slash everything. Throughout the years, Grace had come to rely on Ethan. To Grace, it seemed like no one understood her except for him.

“Hello,” she grumbled into the phone.

 “Grace Terisha King, I know the reason that you are late to this meeting is that you’re still in bed.”

“No, I’m up, Ethan.”SEASONED-WITH-GRACE (1)

“You know what my mother used to tell me when she caught me in a lie? Lying lips are an abomination unto the Lord.”

 Grace mustered up enough strength to sit up in the bed so that she wasn’t completely lying, just telling a little half-truth. Those half-truths had taken her far. The half-truth she’d told the bouncer—that her friend was drunk and needed her help getting out of the club—had enabled her to finagle her way into the VIP section of the 40/40 Club, where she was discovered by Bleeker Kios, the head of Fresh Faces Modeling Agency. Her friend had been drunk and had needed her help, but she’d passed out with her head on the bar. From there, Grace had parlayed that half-truth into a prosperous modeling career.

“You can’t continue to do this,” Ethan said when she was silent.

“Do what?” she asked, slapping her thigh. Sometimes Ethan’s paternal and overbearing nature frustrated her, and it also made her think of all the things she’d left behind, like family, namely, her father, whom she had once considered herself close to.

“You cannot continue to walk out of nightclubs, inebriated, and expect to book legitimate jobs. It’s all about branding, and no one wants you associated with their brand. These proceedings were supposed to begin at eight, and it is now nine o’clock. The judge has been calling here every hour on the hour since six a.m., trying to determine why it was exactly that she didn’t lock you up, and why it is that she shouldn’t lock you up now.”

 “So . . . what?” Grace shrugged her shoulders. “Am I not supposed to enjoy myself ever?”

“Not when you’re trying to break into the world of acting. Tell me which producer wants the drunken girl on page six on their billboard.”

“Page six?”

“I knew you were not out of bed. You’re on page six of the Post, page two of the Daily News. And I’m sure they have a shot of you in every free paper that exists in New York City as well. If you keep this up, your star is going to nova soon.”

Grace ran her fingers through the long blond bang she’d had sewn into her short pixie cut as she digested what Ethan was telling her about her career. Since she’d left home at sixteen, the only thing she had had was her career.

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#CoverReveal : Tempted to Touch

If you’ve been following the Neophyte Author then you know that this summer I began working on a novella, Tempted to Touch. During this summer I went through some struggles and battles with point of view, but I finally got that together. With the point of view established and a great title in place this weekend I knocked out the cover. With the help of my #soulsis, Unoma Nwankor and my go to cover girl,Myriam Skye-Holly, the cover of Tempted to Touch is ready and I have an excerpt for you. 

 

3dExcerpt from Tempted to Touch ***Unedited***

“Is that?” Onyjie gasped after flipping my laptop open as I tried to press it closed when she entered my office.

“Yes, that’s Quincy and this is not what it looks like,” I said pointing to the screen. The mint green lacquer on her nails gleaned in my eye making it difficult for me to formulate a good lie.

“I hope not,” Onyjie wagged her head and folded her arms across her chest. “It looks to me like you’re cyber stalking him.”

My head shook rapidly from side to side. There was no real way for me to make an innocent afternoon of research appear innocent. “No, I bumped into him the other day…He gave me his card.”   This would be a great moment for a genie to pop out and shazaam the card would appear in my hand while Onyjie tapped the toe of her metallic silver booties on the floor waiting to find the hole in my story. I really don’t know why she went into accounting after college. She has the entire detective thing down pact right down to the cold stare and twisted mouth.

“He’s in the industry now.”

“What industry? The how to get a divorce in 90 days industry?” She asked pointing at Quincy’s almond colored face.

“No, the music industry,” I said laughing a bit trying to disguise my guilt. I had not so much as called him and Onyjie already had me feeling like I was committing adultery.

“Girl, please, he’s been in the music industry since you met him like ten years ago. It turned out that all he did was hand out flyers for Diddy.” Onyjie hiked up her black and white grapic print a-line skirt and parked a quarter of her thigh on my desk.

“Make yourself at home,” I offered sliding the laptop out of the way. “All that street team stuff is in the past. Now he’s the boss. He runs Down Low Records.”

Onyjie shrugged her shoulders and shook her pepper colored pin curls, “Never heard of it. If and I stress the word if this is a legitimate recording company what do you think is going to happen—you cut a demo and then you’re going to blow up.”

I lowered my head and focused my eyes on a nick in my new desk to hide my smile. Was I being naïve in thinking that a chance encounter with my former lover was the key to living my dreams? Well, he wasn’t quite a lover Quincy was more like the love you-leave you-then-love you again type.

Catching onto my quiet contemplation or my poor avoidance tactics Onyjie forcefully snapped my laptop shut, “You better let the past remain in the past.”

“You’re acting like I went and hired a private eye,” I said swatting Onyjie’s hand off my laptop and popping it back open. “I bumped into him at Nate’s school.”

“Yeah, and Eve bumped into Satan in the garden while she was picking up lunch.” Onyjie folded her arms and the corners of her mouth into a scowl at the same time. “Don’t be no fool, girl.”

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