By Taisha Demay (Guest Blogger)
Allow
me to introduce myself, my name is Taisha Demay and I’m a writer.
Although I can honestly say that almost didn’t happen, but I’ll
get on to that in a minute. The writing bug bit me at the age of
sixteen when I lucked out and published my first short story and
earned a whopping fifty dollars. I know it doesn’t sound like much,
but for the year 1978, it was a lot.
I
didn’t start out wanting to be a writer, I actually wanted to
become a fashion designer, a fact my collection of Vogue and Women’s
Wear Daily and other high fashion publications could attest. I even
majored in art and fashion design in high school and college. I loved
the idea of someone walking down the runway in something I created,
it had been a lifelong dream of mine. I was even responsible for
designing my aunt's cruise wear in which I am proud to say, she loved.
And much later the bug kinda got squashed. Oh it didn’t die a
painful death, it just got crushed by an Army boot and stayed
embedded in it for six years never ever to be rescued, although I
still draw on occasion as well as paint. I am crafty and love to
knit, crochet and work with my hands.
The
way I ended up becoming published was pretty unconventional, I
entered a contest in which I had to come up with a caption for a
picture that had been posted. The prize was a publishing contract for
a year. Ecstatic that I’d won, I hit the ground writing so to
speak, and submitted what I thought was my best work. Unfortunately I
was mistaken. You see the manuscript hadn’t been properly written
or edited. That’s why it’s important to proof read and hire a
good editor. Something I thought I’d done, and paid someone whom I
thought would help to take the story from being a rusty penny to a
bright and shiny copper one. Nope, I was wrong. What actually
happened was, she promptly took my money, did a half-assed job then
to add insult to injury the publisher slapped an ugly cover on it and
released it. I am happy to say I promptly got out of that contract
and found a publisher who actually cares about the quality of the
work it’s authors put out.
To
say that my first publishing experience has jaded me, is an
understatement. There have even been times when I really wanted to
throw in the towel. But fortunately I have the best author friends
that are willing to talk me off the ledge when I need it and I
remember why I got into this business in the first place, because of
the power of the printed word and my love of books, period. Recently
I became a full-time writer because before that, I was an angry
bitch, as my husband used to say and I am beyond happy that I get to
spend hours creating characters that make me smile.
The
things I can say about writing as a whole is a well-written story can
make the most mundane location seem exotic as well as make the reader
a part of the story. It can also make them feel a whole gambit of
emotions, they laugh, cry and even scream at the characters like
they’re real people. And make the most misunderstood villains
become friends and they root for them to get their happily ever after
or some much needed therapy. And when they don’t, well we wait with
bated breath for the follow-up to be released. Fortunately, I try my
best to end most my stories on a happy note.
My
latest release Love, Truth and Consequences: Playing Dirty, is book
two of the interracial series: Love, Truth and Consequences. All BDSM
themed stories about women who are considered ‘good girls’ that
fall for men as it turns out, they knew nothing about. Most of my
stories are set in New York City, why, because it’s where I was
born and even though I now reside in the south, my heart is and
always will be in the Empire State.
Blurb
Anxious
for a career change, Katrina Locklear applies for a new position of
Decimal Accounting Services Financial Officer Miller Greenfield.
Miller is both intrigued and aroused by the beauty who has thrown his
emotions off-kilter. Can Katrina and Miller keep things professional
or will they risk it all by mixing business with pleasure?
Excerpt
Miller
tied both wrists to the headboard, skimming the silk up her cheek, he
covered her eyes with the material, securing the cloth behind her
head in a lazy knot.
She
lay there vulnerable, longing for his touch. Finally, he touched her,
lowering his fingers to the valley of her breasts, tracing a line
over each nipple after that tracing a path across her stomach. His
soft lips caressed her forehead than brushed her mouth. He kissed her
neck, and she shuddered with pleasure. His fingers tickled her
sensitive inner thighs and she realized he was tracing his name on
her hot skin. Branding his property. He repeated the movements on her
stomach, her breasts and moving down to her pussy. She was now
completely his and he planned to savor every square inch of her.
Trina
wanted him to take her so badly she began to feel real physical pain.
Suddenly his hands were gone. Wanting to cry out. She forced her lips
to remain closed. She was not a woman who easily begged. After a
moment, she felt his naked body against hers and yearned to touch
him, but her bonds denied her that privilege. In an instant his lips
were on hers, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. She
breathed in his scent, an aroma that had become familiar to her.
She
could feel his fingers between her legs. She gasped as he slowly
began to stroke her pussy. Feeling her climax growing, her body
stiffened, but he didn’t make it easy for her. Just when she
thought she would finally he stopped and she groaned pushing her hips
upward to meet his fingers that were no longer there.
About
Taisha Demay
Buy
links
Love,
Truth and Consequences book: 1 https://www.amazon.com/gp/B00YO9TASQ
Love,
Truth and Consequences: Playing Dirty book: 2
https://amzn.com/1535430060
Through
The Fire book: 1 https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B015QXYY02
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