Sample Sunday! Still Stoned “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

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When RAHEEM gets it right….bruh.

Eryanna inhaled before she allowed her eyes to move across to the woman beside her. This felt like some sort of concubine shit. It didn’t seem like something that she should be openly doing. Not in front of others on such an occasion as this. That was more of her insecurities speaking that sure facts.

She was…being dramatic. She knew it. Raheem had given her multiple opportunities to escape this shit show but she was so persistent on wanting to show others that she could do what they were doing. She looked down at her attire, a long purple grape wine colored slinky dress that went well beyond her ankles, touching the surface of the heated sand beneath her feet. She had her hair down, tamed in large curls highlighted with blonde tips that brushed against the back of her shoulders. A single black rose with it’s stem cut, tucked into her hair like a faux pin.

She looked out on the beach, watching as the men of the hour were walked out from behind the make shift stage and escorted to their designated chairs. Eryanna watched Raheem as he was lead out by a very beautiful woman. He wore the same color as her, only his attire was a two piece linen suit that she purchased him when they arrived. She blushed. Excited about the fact that he wore the gift she brought him, she wasn’t even sure if he liked it. So to see him wearing it, on this night of all nights, she was…honored. The color looked good on him. Everything looked good on Raheem June.

The music began and Eryanna was sure that she would die a slow death in this moment.

“Just relax,” she coached in a small voice. “Remember what you were taught. Remember to be sexy. And bitch, whatever you do…don’t start twerking!”

She laughed to herself as she watched the first woman began to walk out, taking slow seductive steps towards her man. She was American as well, on a vacation just like Eryanna and Raheem, but she looked as if she were familiar with the tradition of the island. The colorful dress she wore moved with each step she took, slow…measured caters that matched the high hat of the beat being played.

Then the second woman came from behind the  curtain, leaving just Eryanna to peek out. She too was American, thick and well defined in the structure of her body. Her hair was out, blowing in the wind that seemed to pick up the moment she made her entrance.

Eryanna tried to keep her composure, but everything collapsed around her when her eyes landed on Raheem. He wasn’t watching the other two women, his eyes were centered on the curtain that she stood behind. The intensity in his gaze could be picked up, even at this distance. She could almost hear him calling out to her even though his sexy ass lips hadn’t moved. His beard was freshly lined thanks to the barber that he visited right before they left the states. He sat with his legs gapped open, a slight bow to his large frame in the seat. His hands on his knees, waiting in anticipation.

It was time.

Eryanna picked up the end of her dress as she stepped from behind the curtain, gaining the shifting of Raheem in his seat. He sat at attention.

She stuck her leg out, eyes low as she watched him watch her. She moved to the caters of the drums, allowing them to cement the movements that she learned in her head. She twirled, kicking up small bouts of sand as her hands moved down her breast, resting on her thighs. Her head went back and she twirled again, her hair flying with the  wind before she began to advance, getting closer and closer to a waiting Raheem who was now leaning forward in his seat.

“My shit,” she heard him growl, obviously not liking how revealing the dress that she wore was. “My Stoner.”

The three ladies were finally in position to began the most seductive portion of the dance. If they were in the states, it would be referred to as grinding, but here, where they were, it was called Soukous. Birthed in the roots of Africa, Soukous was composed of sexual vibrations, rotations and ticks that immedialtely put the person viewing the dance in the mind frame of sex. Eryanna didn’t think Raheem needed any help getting into that mind frame though, he took residence there.

Eryanna released her dress as the next beat began, prompting the movement of her hips.

Raheem felt his tongue grow thick in his mouth as he watched Eryanna. “Oh my God,” he groaned as he watched her hips jerk in rhythm with the beat. Her tattoos seemed to glow in neon colors, her hair seemed to possess magic as it flowed with the wind. She had her bottom lip tucked into his mouth, a smile playing at it’s corners. She was a temptress in her element and he was a spider in her web of seduction, with no pressing desire to be freed. She was majestic.

She took a step, getting closer to him, causing air to become trapped in his lungs. He fought to keep his hands in place.  “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

Eryanna leaned forward, her hands inches away from him as she rolled her hips. Raheem couldn’t resist reaching out to her, but she slapped his hand away, causing him to frown.

His eyes moved up to hers, anger dwelling in their depths.

“No touching, Raheem.”

Raheem leaned back in his seat. “Is it not my shit?”

Eryanna smiled, finally touching him. He exhaled, relieved as she climbed into his lap.

“It’s yours, daddy.”

His eyes low, he ran his hands down her thighs before reaching around to grab her ass, the other people on the beach completely forgotten. “Then don’t keep it from me.”

Eryanna began to rotate against him, feeling his manhood rise against her. “I’d never do that.”

Raheem leaned forward to press his face against her chest, inhaling her. “You promise?”

“Yes.”

Raheem leaned back to look at her. “Can you do those moves you were doing on a dick? My dick specifically?”

Eryanna’s eyes widened at his boldness. “Um…”

“Could you?”

Eryanna licked her lips. “We may never know, Raheem.”

“Why is that?”

Eryanna’s eyes lowered. “You never let me ride you. I’m always tied.”

 He moved his hand to cup her womanhood through her panties. “You can teach this old dog new tricks, Stoner.”

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Chapter 1

Fall 2012

 

Glancing up at the clock on the wall, Raheem shook his head. Exhaustion sat on his shoulders as he adjusted his lab glasses on his face. This was so unnecessary he thought as he returned to dissecting the piglet in front of him. His face scrunched up in disgust as he cut the ears off the piglet, holding his breath.

“Raheem?”

He looked up, his eyes taking in his instructor, way too young to be a professor he thought, as she walked over to where he was alone at his table.

This was a disposition for Professor James, never in her five years of being at the University of Texas Southwestern had she ever experienced the emotions that her senior Raheem June established inside of her. She was a strong woman, well, she found herself to be before she began to fantasize about the quiet, straight A student that silently took over her classroom. He didn’t have to speak, didn’t have to move in any manner, his presence… and his presence alone, made her very much so aware of him.

He pushed his black rimmed glasses up his face before he licked his thick pink lips, unknowingly causing heat to pool between her legs. His mocha colored skin on his face stretched as his honey colored eyes found her. He looked surprised by her presence as if she hadn’t been in the room when he and the other students entered, as if she was somehow impeding his time. He had this, mysterious, nerdy thing that he did that drove her crazy. A few times, she considered requesting a release in order to get away from him, but she knew that being away wouldn’t relinquish her need for him. She just… needed him.

“Yes, Professor James?”

She wanted to say yes to him, over and over and over…

“Did you- um- need something?”

His question interrupted her thoughts before they could become too impure. Professor James moistened her own lips before she leaned against the table beside him. “Are you ok? Your face was doing this thing.”

Raheem frowned. “What thing?”

Professor James sent a finger around his face, her hand a foot away from him. “This face. I’ve saw it a total of three times within the hour.”

Raheem shrugged. “I’m fine.”

Professor James tilted her head to the side to get a better view of his handsomeness. “Are you sure?”

Raheem tucked his bottom lip, subconsciously putting his dimples on display before he allowed his frown to take residence on his face. “I don’t understand what dissecting a pig has to do with this class.”

“You mean Anatomy?”

Raheem placed the scalpel down before he turned to her. “Yes, Anatomy. This is class is supposed to be about the anatomy of a human being, not a pig.”

Professor June stood straight. “The other students don’t seem to be having a problem with it, Mr. June.” God! Even his name is sexy. “I can um- give you a pass on the assignment if that’s what you need.”

Raheem shook his head with a grin. “The assignment is done.” He reached down to remove his glove before he looked back at her. “I had that done in the first half hour of class; I’ve just been…back here bored.”

Professor James nodded with a small smile as she looked around the classroom. “Well, we used a pig because; we can’t really practice on humans. I understand my class is slow paced.”

Raheem shook his head, dismissing her claim before he spoke, “Nothing about this class is slow. It’s one of the more entertaining ones that I have. Oh, after this I have Athletics, I just loveeee Athletics,” he spoke with sarcasm, causing Professor James to smile at him.

“Is that your last class of the day?”

“Of the week,” Raheem corrected. “Thank God for that. I don’t think I could handle anything else this week.”

“Have you found a residency?”

Raheem nodded before he stepped back from the table, grabbing his bag off the floor. “I have a few that I’m looking into; I don’t have anything exactly set yet. Hopefully soon.”

Professor James stood straight, running her palms down the front of her skirt. “How come you haven’t emailed me about a letter of recommendation?”

Raheem smiled. “I know that you are a busy woman, didn’t want to create extra for you, but if you have the time to draw one up for me, that would be more than appreciated.”

Professor James nodded her head. “If you want to come back after your last class, I can give it to you then. I have some things that I need to finish up, so I’ll be here.”

Raheem pinned her with a stare, causing her to fidget slightly under his gaze. “You’ll have it ready for me in that short amount of time?”

“Yes,” she replied, her voice low, her eyes glancing around at her other students. “I know you need it as soon as possible so, I can have it for you today. Just come back and I’ll have it.”

Raheem took a step to move from behind the table that he was standing at, bringing himself closer to her. “Should I shoot you a text before I come? I would rather not just show up here. You may be busy with another student; something else may have come up.”

Professor James was shaking her head before he completed his statement. “Nothing will come up. Please feel free to call, but I can assure you, nothing will come up.”

“Fine. Then I’ll come back after my last class.” Raheem nodded his head before he walked by his Professor to leave the classroom, heading to his next class.

Raheem didn’t think popping up on a teacher was appropriate, even if she borderline insist that he do just that, so he sent her a text, asking if it were ok for him to come. His reply came back in the form of a text that stated, I told you it was ok to just come, Mr. June. So, he took that as his sign to proceed in his route across campus. It was the middle of the day and still the first month of his last year of school, students weren’t exactly taking class seriously at this point. The party season was still very much so in full effect at BCM, so Raheem wasn’t surprised that off campus looked like one huge extravaganza. Meanwhile, his overly attractive Anatomy teacher was making him dissect piglets. She was “Professor Serenity James,” Raheem groaned as he pulled open the door to the main medical building, walking towards the back. Room 206. He knocked on the room door before peeking his head in. Professor James sat behind her desk, her face buried in her phone as she replied to messages that were sent with an urgent tag to them, but she knew nothing that was coming from the person texting her was urgent or important. Surely, not as important as him.

“See, I texted,” Raheem stated as he stepped into the classroom. “… I texted and you still look busy.”

Professor James stood from her desk with a smile; she powered her phone completely off and placed it in her top draw before she stepped around the desk. “Looks are deceiving because I’m not busy at all.” She grabbed the very detailed letter off her desk and handed it to him.

Raheem eyed her for a moment before he took the letter. He went to read it, but decided against it, letting the letter settle by his side. He tilted his head slightly to look at Professor James. “I know it’s rude to ask a lady certain questions, this one being a major no-no, but I have to because it’s driving me crazy.”

Professor James released a chuckle before she crossed her arms over her chest. “Whatever it is, I promise not to get upset.”

“You promise?”

Shifting in her stance, she crossed her fingers in the manner of a swear and nodded.

“How old are you?”

“I’m forty,” Professor James provided softly. “I’m an old lady.”

“That’s not old,” Raheem declined. “That isn’t old and you sure in the hell don’t look old.”

Professor James blushed as Raheem lifted the letter to his face to read it. She heard him chuckle a few times before he removed the letter from blocking her vision of his handsome face. “You kind of exaggerated, huh?”

She tucked her lip in a girl like manner before shaking her head, denying his claim. “Nothing on that paper is embellished. You have the highest GPA in my classroom, no tardiness or absences at all. You are attentive to detail, always having manners, always here, present and ready. I did not stretch anything. Everything there is the truth.”

“Let’s see,” Raheem began to read the letter. “Timely, efficient, passionate about his studies…”

“Again,” Professor James stated, expressing herself with her hands. “Not one lie on there.”

Raheem eyed her before he took a step closer to her. “How would you know how passionate I am about my work?”

Professor James clenched her lips together before she exhaled. “It’s reflected in your work, Mr. June. Your attention to detail, your need for understanding, the fact that you knew we had no reason to dissect a piglet outside of my need to be a little bit extra when it comes to this course.”

Raheem smiled down at her, adjusting his bag on his shoulders. “Well, this letter is appreciated. I know your name carries a little weight in this field.” His eyes narrowed. “Why did you do it? Better yet, why were you so willing to do it?”

Shrugging, Professor James moved to stand behind her desk. “I see potential in you, and I wanted that to be expressed in the letter. Don’t think too much into it.”

Raheem smirked. “That’s hard to do. I find your words about me very impressive and alluring in a sense.”

Professor James looked up at him, her defense against him crumbling every second. She planned to speak to him about his future and the fact she had a place in mind for him for his externship.

“You are extremely beautiful to me,” Raheem spoke in a low voice as he allowed his eyes to take her in, forging the image of her into his mind while he openly gawked at her. He began to imagine what she would look like with no clothes on, that image made him step into her personal space, behind her desk. “You are breathtaking, have you been made aware of that?”

Raheem didn’t have much experience when it came to the opposite sex, but he wanted his professor in a way that maybe he shouldn’t. He wasn’t usually this forward, but he knew she was dealing with the same exact thing that he was dealing with. Lust. On a level that he was not accustomed to, but he didn’t want to allow this moment that he had with her to escape. Feeling audacious, he began to remove his bag, allowing it to hit the floor. “Serenity…”

Professor James felt the air of her next breath get trapped in her throat before her eyes connected with Raheem’s. He spoke her first name with so much familiarity that it caused goosebumps to form on her skin, the fine hairs covering her body stood at attention for him. This was bad; nothing good could come from it. Nothing.

In a strained voice, one she knew was struggling to reject the man in front of him, she spoke, “Pro-Professor James actually works just fine, Mr. June. If there wasn’t anything else you needed then we could-”

“Come on,” Raheem stated with a boyish smile. “You gonna stand here and act like you don’t want me as much as I want you?”

“Want me,” Serenity expressed with wide eyes. “I’m literally- I’m old enough to be your mother, not only that… I’m your professor, Mr. June.”

“A Professor that I find attractive as fuck and I know the feeling is mutual.” Raheem moved back to walk across the room, back to the door, he slid the locks into place before he turned to face her. “Just…take your clothes off.”

Serenity shook her head with tenacity. “We can’t do this! Raheem, please just leave.”

Raheem walked over to her, straight into her personal space, his hands at her waist. He licked his lips before he grabbed her tighter, causing her to gasp. “When was the last time someone made you come, Serenity?”

Serenity pushed him back, her hand at the center of his chest as she moved backward until she couldn’t move anymore, stalled by the dry erase board. “Raheem…”

“Tell me,” Raheem growled, his animalistic nature rising up inside of him as his hand moved up her blouse.

Professor James grabbed at his hand, her focus lost as he bent down to kiss her neck, his tongue pressing against the lobe of her ear as his hand continued in its route to her breast. When his finger tips came in contact with the lace fabric, he quickly pulled it down, pushing it to the side so his palm could come into contact with her.

Serenity closed her eyes, fighting with all she had to get Raheem off of her, but if she was being honest with herself, she knew she didn’t want him to move. She wanted his hands all over her, his mouth. She wanted his dick inside of her, deep. Touching places that it should not, but she wanted it… so fucking bad. Her body was winning the fight it was having with her mind.

Raheem didn’t want to give her time to think too hard, so he grabbed her, picking her up before he turned and placed her on the desk. His lip took hers in a kiss that Serenity felt down to her core, so much so that she released a cry into his mouth as he reached between her legs to rip her panties off. Raheem stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans before he used those same fingers to unbuckle his belt.

Serenity reached for his hands to still him, but slipped when she felt suction on her neck. She felt her pussy become wetter as his tongue moved all over the sensitive area below her chin, kissing and sucking before biting. She was so wet; she knew he would discover that soon and use it to his advantage. It didn’t take him long.

“Got damn it, Serenity,” Raheem groaned as he moved his fingers from her thigh to her womanhood, using her wetness to coat his finger before he took two of them and entered her.

Serenity released a gasp that slid into a cry as he worked his fingers into her, his hands in her and on her, her mind racing, scared and worried, but he wouldn’t allow her to get lost in her thoughts, his touch was too present.

As his fingers played in her, his thumb massaged her clit. It had been so long since Serenity had been handled in this manner, her body was so in tune with him. She was coming before her mind could process what was happening.

She clenched her teeth, holding on tight to the front of his shirt before her head fell back.

“Ughhhhhhh fuckkk,” she cried as the sounds of her wetness bouncing off the walls, filled her classroom. She used one hand to grip the desk but the dampness of her palm caused it to slip. Raheem moved with her, grabbing her thighs as they shook around him. Her skin was flushed red; his name was still ringing in his ears from when she screamed it. He pushed his pants down as she continued to whimper. He felt around her entrance a moment before he grabbed his dick, without regard to anything, he pushed into her.

Her mouth fell open, he name being produced from her in a shocked, broken whimper. “Ra- heem!”

Raheem stilled, closing his eyes slowly at the feel of her. Nothing…not shit felt better than Serenity. “Serenity,” Raheem half groaned half whimpered as he moved back to look down between them. He moved forward, pushing into her again as she grabbed him, wrapping a secure arm around his neck to hold him. Her thighs shook when he went deep, he could hear her trying and failing to catch her breath. “You want me to stop?”

Why would he ask her that when they’d crossed the line already? She was already torn between what she knew was right and what felt so fucking good to her.

“You don’t want me to stop, Serenity. I wouldn’t stop! Pussy too fucking good to me.”

Raheem grabbed her thighs and lifted her off the desk as he increased his tempo inside of her. Serenity tried to form words with her mouth but everything failed her. All she could do was feel him, thick, deep and throbbing inside of her. She didn’t need to see his dick to know that it was big, veins running down it, thick and long. She felt everything every time he pushed into her.

She felt her womanhood hug and release him with every stroke. It wasn’t voluntary; it was a natural reaction to how deep he was inside of her. She clung to him, her breathing labored as her body worked to accept his deepness, his roughness, his…everything.

Raheem gripped her tighter, growling as he arched his back to dig deeper into her. Serenity whimpered as she released him, trying to get away and get closer at the same time. She lay back on her desk, knocking off documents as Raheem continued his assault on her body. Her eyes closed, her back arched, her body hummed at his fingertips before she began shaking again.

“Come for me, Serenity.”

She did.

Her body yielded to him.

Her mind shut down.

Her legs quaked.

Her eyes popped open, looking up at the ceiling.

She closed her mouth, trying and failing to halt her scream.

It forged through.

“RAHEEM!”

Raheem looked down at her pretty ass face as she came, her hands trying to push him out of her but he wouldn’t…couldn’t stop.

He got a view of his dick, covered in her cream as it entered her, pulling at her core, trying to snatch another orgasm.

“Raheem, I can’t!”

“Give it to me!”

“Please…it’s too-”

White noise. Deafening.

Her core caved as he pressed his thumb to her clit. Her entire body went limp, her dry mouth hanging open as he dipped, pressing into her core at an angle that made her legs go limp. She had nothing to fight him with. Nothing.

“Like that,” Raheem coached. “Give me one more.”

Serenity tried to grab at him but she was weak, her entire body no longer under her operation. She wanted to scream when she felt her orgasm creep up her spin but she didn’t have the strength. She just groaned, the veins in her neck popping out as her head went back on the desk, her hair providing a pillow for the attack. Her senses seemed to mush together. She could feel him everywhere, like he was larger than the room when in reality, he was just inside of her.

“Please Serenity…one more.”

He was trying to kill her.

His desire to see her come undone for him overshadowed everything else including logical thought. He just wanted to see her come, it was an event. One of monumental influence and his desire to be in the audience grew when he saw her eyes squeeze shut, her neck stretch back and a scream rock her vocal cords.

Raheem determined then that seeing her come would be something he chased after with everything in him. Regardless of caution, despite the fact that being with her was risky. He needed to see her…like this. Often.

 

 

 

 

 

**Sneak Peek** If Ever I’m Not Enough… Coming 10/03/2017

 

 

“What are you doing here?”

“What the fuck you mean what am I doing here? I need to know why you avoiding me and shit.”

Tucking her bottom lips into her mouth, she gnawed on it for a moment before releasing it. “I told you that I didn’t want to do this with you anymore. I thought we were clear.”

Gyntry placed his hands on his chest. “Aint shit clear to me but the fact that you been avoiding me. I told you what it was when you was talking that bullshit. Nothing changed.”

“Something did change”, Aelayah snapped, unaware of how much power and emotion were in her voice. “I fucking changed and I don’t like it. I don’t want it. I’m moving on!”

“To who”, Gyntry pressed. “That mothafucka”, he pointed. “Him? Huh? Aelayah?!”

Hyden stood from his seat, waiting to be addressed so that he could insert himself into the conversation. “Everything ok, Aelayah?”

Aelayah pressed her hands into her temple, not in the mood for the extra bullshit she knew she was about to endure. “It’s fine, Hyden. Just give me a minute. In fact, can we reschedule this meeting for later in the week? I’ll call you when-”

“You can call that nigga but not me?” Gyntry stepped back and shook his head with a smirk. “Ain’t that some bullshit?”

“Why don’t you have him come back, Aelayah? We have more pressing manners to attend to.”

“Don’t speak bout me”, Gyntry threw out at Hyden. “Don’t even use him in a sentence around me.”

Hyden didn’t like Gyntry’s tone and didn’t hesitate in expressing that. “You come in here practically yelling about irrelevant bullshit while we are trying to conduct business.” Hyden took a step closer to them. “You can leave and come back later for that shit.”

Gyntry made a move to go around Aelayah, until her voice halted him. “Gyntry, please. We can talk, i’ll – we’ll talk in my office. Just come on, come back and we’ll talk.”

She grabbed his arm and pulled him to her, but he snatched away from her. “How bout you take yo ass up out of here before I beat the shit out of you just for being around her witcho square ass. Don’t fucking speak to me!”

Aelayah’s heart felt tight. “Gyntry-”

“Fuck you”, Hyden spat right before Gyntry’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him flying into the table he was just sitting at. Gyntry didn’t give him time to recover before he was on his, sending a two piece against his face that caused blood to leak from his mouth.

“Gyntry”, Aelayah screamed as she grabbed on his shirt. “Stop!”

Hyden tried to cover his face but the blows were coming to hard and too fast. His head bounced against the ground as Gyntry hovered over him, transitioning between throwing punches and stomping him. The taste of blood was so heavy in his mouth that he thought he would gag on it. He felt his head became light as another punch sent his head back into the concrete of the floor.

“Gyntry!!!” Aelayah shouted again before she jumped on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck tight. “Stop!”

Gyntry had no choice but to let up once he realized he couldn’t breath. He didn’t want to hurt Aelayah but she was cutting off his air. “Let go!”

“You have to stop”, she shouted in his ear. “You’re going to kill him!”

“I told that mothafucka to stop talking to me”, he snapped as her grip around his neck loosened. “Get off me, ma.”

“No Gyntry! Go to my apartment! Now!”

“I ain’t doing shit! Get the fuck-”

“Would you fucking listen for once? Listen to me for once and just go upstairs!”

Aelayah jumped down from his back. Gyntry turned around, his chest moving up and down rapidly while he watched her. “Go upstairs!”

“I don’t give a fuck, Aelayah. You know that shit”, he spat.

Aelayah pushed him in his chest and of course he didn’t move. “I know that all too well!!” she screamed, her voice raw with emotions. “I know you don’t give a fuck about me. About my business! I know that I don’t fucking matter to you so what the fuck are you doing here? Why would you do that to him?”

Gyntry stood before her still huffing and pissed off, getting more pissed by the second. “I told him to fucking stop talking to me! Simple shit but he didn’t listen!”

“So you do this to me?” Aelayah wiped a tear from her cheek. “You come here and do this shit, destroying my bakery because you felt disrespected?”

Gyntry squinted his eyes. He hadn’t considered her at all when he made his decision to beat the fuck out of ol dude. He wasn’t prepared for the pain that was showcased all over her body or the hurt and tears in her eyes.

Aelayah exhaled, trying to calm herself down. “Is this how you like to see me? Fucking broken and weak? This what makes you happy right?”

“That’s bullshit, ma. You know thats bullshit!”

“Is it really?”

Hyden groaned on the ground and rolled over on his side as Journée bent down to stand the table back upright. In this moment, she regretted the moment she got involved with Gyntry. All he brought her was pain and heartache.

“I still need to know why you been trippin and shit”, Gyntry asked with a shrug of his shoulders.

Aelayah looked at him like he’s lost his mind. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Dead ass!”

“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” Aelayah yelled as she got in his face, a cry brought through her voice as tears rolled down her face. “I fucking hate you, man. I hate what you do to me! I hate what I am to you! I dont- I dont want to fucking be your toy, Gyntry. Don’t you get that! Move the fuck on! It’s a million girls- ah million!” She was crying so hard that she couldn’t see through her tears. “Just go! Leave me alone and never come back!”

“I wish it was that simple! I really wished it was that fucking simple!”

“Why isnt it”, Aelayah shouted. “You dont want me! You told me that much, remember?!”

Gyntry stood there silent, thinking. Thinking. Something that he didn’t do often. His mind worked overtime, being that his heart had not been felt but he never really had to think much. It was his way. He just did things his way and nothing else mattered to him. Nothing. “I came here to talk to you. I didn’t come here for this shit.”

“So go!” Aelayah continued to clean up the mess that was made as Hyden groaned on the ground. She didn’t care about him. She didn’t care about shit but the things that were going good in her life. All she wanted was peace and she couldn’t seem to find that as of late.

Gyntry shook his head before he began to walk off, he stopped when he got to the door. “I’ll pay for everything that was broken, just send me the bill and shit. I won’t fuck with you no more.”

 

Happiness For Big T.

This is a short scene that reflexes the moment that Big T is reunited with his family after his death. #BlackLivesMatter

 

Big T glanced around, almost confused as to how he got here. Then he remembered seeing his wife’s face before losing sight of life as he knew it. He stood in what seemed to be a long hallway, crisp white walls surrounding him. He looked behind him and saw nothing but darkness. A dark, shallow space that didn’t seem to have an ending at all. 
He frowned and placed his hand over his brow trying to see beyond the light that seemed to be blinding him. 
“They got a nigga”, he spoke in a low voice as he turned to look at the darkness behind him.
For some reason, it seemed more tempting to him. It felt more like what he had been experiencing since he lost his family.
Already, he missed Kwame and Jayda. He wanted to comfort Jayda because he could still hear her screams, echoing in his ears. He needed to let Kwame know that he would be good, after all, this he would be ok. But he wasn’t able to do any of that. 
Deciding that he would be better off in the darkness, he turned to go into it.
“Daddy?”
Big T looked into the darkness, hearing his baby girl call his name, causing a big smile to spread across his face. 
He turned back around, covering his brow to block the light again and he tried to look into it.
“Come this way, daddy!”
Big T squinted his eyes as his daughter’s voice floated through the air toward him. 
He couldn’t see her. “Gabrielle?” He called out, searching for his daughter. He began to walk toward the light. 
“I’m here, daddy”, Gabrielle stated as she ran, full speed toward her father, trying her hardest to get to him. She missed him so much! She’s been begging her mother to see him but she would always say that GOD wasn’t ready for him yet. Gabrielle was tired of that excuse. She just wanted to see her daddy! She was so thankful that GOD was finally ready for her daddy.
Ira heard her daughter calling out her father’s name and confusion clouded her thoughts as she watched her sprint into the direction of the unknown. The area where people who were new to heaven, had to make their decision to come to the light or fade into eternal darkness.
“Gabrielle, get back here”, she called out as her daughter ran full speed into the unknown.
“I gotta go get daddy, momma! Daddy’s here!”
Ira ran behind her daughter, moving past the people who were singing and dancing and trying to get to Gabrielle before she went too far.
Ira hit the corner and had the wind knocked out of her at the sight before her. 
There on his knees, holding their daughter in his arms, was the love of her life. She covered her mouth as tears gathered in her eyes. 
“Terrance?”
Big T looked up at his wife, as beautiful as the day that he laid eyes on her and smiled. “My Ira.”
“What are you doing here?” Ira asked as she ran to him.
Big T smiled as he pulled his wife into his arms. “I guess GOD was ready for a nigga.”
Ira shook her head. “You can’t talk like that up here?”
“I just said nigg-”
“But you can’t, you get sent away for things like that.”
Big T inhaled. “I definitely don’t want to get sent away.”
Ira smiled as more tears gathered in her eyes. “I can’t say that I’m not happy to see you, Terrance.”
“I love you, Ira!”
“I love you more, Terrance!”
“Oh daddy”, Gabrielle said as the entire family began to walk into the light. “Can you do that piggyback thing that you do? Oh, and can we sing together? Daddy, do you know how to sing? Momma doesn’t do well.”
Everything seemed right for Big T. Everything seemed…perfect.

 

 

Will I Get To See You Soon??

Hey, guys!!!!! I have an event that is happening NEXT WEEK!!!!! When I tell you, I am not in any way form or fashion, prepared. Please believe me! I am having the hardest time getting my paperbacks together. I have a very limited amount of swag! My son is turning twelve on the first and he is literally like that broke best friend that always wants to spend and go places but never has money to pay for anything! SMH! But, nonetheless I’m excited and I would love to see you there.

Details of the event:

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Hope to see you there!

Some of you guys will be at the Dallas Meet & Greet as well! Here are the finalized details of that event!

I have a few other things that I plan to attend this year, but I am still getting my calendar together. I hope to meet you!!!

Crowned…The Lover & The Savage **Extended Sneak Peak

Now Available

Crowned: Return Of A Savage

Synopsis:

Any real hustler knows the unspoken code of the streets is to eat or be eaten, but when it comes to Ashura Trenton, she’s internally battling with herself to either respect the creature that the streets made her or rebel against it. Crowned Queens, an organization that Ashura and Nacobi created when they were freshmen in college, had turned into a lucrative empire right before their very eyes. Young, successful and content with life, Ashura implements the necessary changes to put that lifestyle behind her, but with the power that she’s gained comes a slew of enemies prepared to snatch everything that she has worked for.

Nacobi has always been there for Ashura. Her rider to the point of no return and that will never change. When Ashura gets fed up with Crowned Queens, Nacobi reluctantly follows suit in getting things shut down. However, what they don’t know is that the enemy who is out to get them is closer than either of them would expect.

With love found, love betrayed, and love tainted, the savage that Ashura has fought tooth and nail to keep suppressed is threatening to rear its ugly head. Unbeknownst to the enemy, if the beast is released, they will soon learn why she’s the diva who was Crowned Queen

 

 

 

Excerpt: 

Her…

“Surprise!”

The delight Ashura felt when she looked around the room could not be placed into words. She glanced up, admiring her husband’s handsome face as he gazed at her lovingly. “Happy Birthday, beautiful!”

Blushing, she got on her tiptoes to kiss him in return. “Did you do this for me?”

“I can’t take all the credit. The decorations and food were handled by Nacobi. I was more of an… organizer.”

She looked around again, her eyes landing on her best friend who had on a party hat and was looking at her along with everyone else. “Thank you, Nacobiiii!”

“No problem, boo,” Nacobi said as she walked up and tugged Ashura into her arms. “You old now, bish! Thirty? Lord!”

“Thirty is not old,” Ashura defended as she walked over to her mother and father and hugged them before hugging her aunt, cousins, and the rest of her family and friends that were in attendance. “Literally, everyone is here!”

“Yeah, see, that was all on Vince. I didn’t have time to be calling all these damn people,” Nacobi muttered as she led Ashura over to the drinks.

They were as thick as thieves; they went through and did everything jointly. Since elementary, Ashura and Nacobi had been inseparable, it was a friendship that they both valued to no end. Though Nacobi had never really liked Ashura’s husband, Vince, she tolerated him. If he loved Ashura, then to Nacobi, that was all that mattered.

“Happy Birthdayyyyyy,” Ashura heard her mother sing from behind her.

She quickly turned around and threw herself into her mother’s arms. This woman was the backbone and the molder of everything that was Ashura Trenton-Combs. Outside of Nacobi, she was the only woman that Ashura allowed into her circle.

“Mommmaaaa,” Ashura cooed as she hugged her mother tight. “I’m surprised they got you out of the house.”

“Oh hush,” her mother stated with a wave of her hand. “I wouldn’t miss your thirtieth birthday for anything. You know thirty is a big milestone for a woman. After Vince called and drilled the importance of this day and what it would mean to you if we were all here, I knew I had to come. But, I was already coming anyway.”

“Well, thank you, Momma! Have you eaten and taken your medicine? You know you have to stay on top of that with your diabetes.”

“Honey, hush,” her mother cooed as she wrapped her in her arms around her. “Try to relax, Ashura. You work so hard! Your husband put this together for you. Get loose a little, and let your hair down!”

“Yo momma said get loose, though,” Nacobi added with a smirk. “What you know about getting loose, Mrs. Trenton?”

“Oh, I know a lot, honey,” she stated as she released Ashura. “Have fun!”

Ashura smiled and nodded her head. “Okay! Let’s party!”

“That a girl,” her mother stated over her shoulder as she walked away.

Nacobi turned to Ashura. “This party proves that you’re my only friend! I don’t know half these people!”

“And it’s some suspicious looking motherfuckas in here too, Ashura. Who all these white folk, Shu-Shu?” Nacobi asked, using the nickname she gave Ashura when they were kids. She could never say Uh-Sure-rah, so she just called her Shu-Shu, and it kind of stuck with her.

“Oh, my God,” Ashura rushed as she covered her mouth. “Can you not talk all loud?”

Nacobi continued to look around with her nose turned up. “It’s a lot of white folk in here. I know you married to a white man, but you for damn sure don’t know this many white people!”

“Could you stop?” Ashura cracked.

“I’m just saying, though…”

“You should have called people if you wanted a black party.”

“You know Nacobi’s mean ass wasn’t going to call nobody,” Ashura’s cousin Romeo said from behind them. He hugged Ashura and mumbled a ‘Happy Birthday’ to her as he kissed her forehead and slipped five hundred dollars into her pocket. “She still running from this dick to this day. Gave it to her once, now she scared and shit.”

“Boy, fuck you,” Nacobi spat as she flipped him off. She waited until he was out of earshot before she turned to Ashura. “Your cousin’s dick big as fuck, though.” Ashura scrunched up her face and covered her ears. “Facts only, bruh! I may have to let him sample me one more time then cut him off. I can’t fuck with family, and that’s like family to me.”

“Nacobi, I really don’t care! Romeo is a dog, and you know that, but I love him to death.”

“I didn’t say I wanted to marry him, Ashura. A bitch can settle for good dick and a smile from time to time, can’t I?”

“You absolutely can!”

Nacobi and Ashura shared a laugh as they turned around. The DJ came through the microphone, grabbing the attention of everyone in the event center.

“Happy thirtieth birthday to the very beautiful, Ashura Trenton-Combs. This one is for you, baby girl!”

The sounds of “Before I Let Go” filled the air and Nacobi rolled her eyes. “Oh, my God, girl! You old as fuck! This song and Bill Cosby the same age!”

Ashura laughed as she pulled Nacobi to the dance floor. “Shut up and dance with me!”

“But I can’t twerk to this,” Nacobi whined as Ashura pulled her. She was laughing so hard at Nacobi’s crazy self.

“You only use me because your husband can’t dance, heffa. You ain’t slick.”

“Vince can dance!” Ashura defended as she started to snap her fingers.

Nacobi mugged Ashura as she continued to move. “Oh lord, his no rhythm having ass is rubbing off on you! You losing it too, bitch!”

Nacobi shook her head as she continued moving. She wanted her friend to enjoy her party because she deserved to let loose. The last few years of her life had been difficult. Just recently, they both obtained jobs in the fields in which they earned their degrees. For Ashura, that field was law. She had spent the last four years working hard as hell to get her degree, and now that she had it, she was now working hard on opening her firm.

Vince wasn’t good for much in Nacobi’s eyes, but he had supported her best friend through both school and he promised Ashura to give her the startup money to open her firm. Ashura didn’t need the money, didn’t need a red cent of it but she refused to touch the money that they had made together. Nacobi would never understand why she wouldn’t touch the money, being that it was the entire reason that they did what they did, but she had learned a long time ago to not question Ashura about her movements and thought process.

Nacobi decided to be in the moment and enjoy her best friend, but her eyes kept traveling to a man who was standing in the corner looking suspicious.

His demeanor was not that of a person who was there to enjoy a party. Ashura continued to dance, but Nacobi, forever on defense, continued to eye the man. She watched his line of vision and noticed that another man was standing across the room with the exact same demeanor. Something… wasn’t right.

“Ashura…”

Ashura’s head snapped up as she continued to move and dance. Her eyes connected with Nacobi’s and she saw the concern etched across her face. She stopped moving and looked her best friend over as she scanned the party with her dark eyes.

“Something is…”

“Baby girl!”

Ashura flinched as she turned around, her heart increasing its pace. “Daddy! You scared me!”

“I’m sorry, baby girl! I was coming over to ask where you wanted your gifts?”

“Oh, I… it doesn’t matter, Daddy! Are you enjoying yourself?”

“It’s your party, sweetheart! What do you young folks call it? Dirty thirty?”

“That’s right! Dirty thirty! You know me, forever ready to party! I’m trying to get Nacobi’s butt to dance.”

Ashura turned around to Nacobi, taking in the sight of her eyes rounding. “Get down!”

Ashura shifted back around in time to see a red beam painting the center of my father’s head. Before she could react, a single bullet travelled through his skull, splattering blood all over Ashura’s face. She felt Nacobi pull her to the ground and get on top of her as complete chaos erupted inside the small venue. The sound of bullets whipping through the air and ricocheting off the walls echoed in Ashura’s ears as flashes of her father’s death played in her head.

“Nacobi, get off!” she screamed through her tears.

“Stay down, Ashura!”

“I have to get to my daddy!”

Ashura’s cries shattered Nacobi’s heart, but she couldn’t let her get up. She knew Mr. Trenton was gone, and Ashura would be too if she let her up.

“Stay down, Ashura. Just stay down!”

Flinching on the ground, complete fear consumed both friends as they tried to stay as low as possible. As more shots began to ring out, Ashura closed her eyes and prayed that no one else was taken, but this day took a lot more from her than just her father, it took her entire being.

Him…

“You will never in this life or the next find a bitch like me! That’s for damn sure!”

“Bruh, learn how to multitask! Talk all that shit on your way out the door!”

Anthony propped his foot up on the small center table occupying the diminished area between where he sat and where Danielle stood.

“Fuck you, Anthony! You just want free range to fuck whatever you want. You will die lonely and depressed. Mark my words.”

He was too high to deal with Danielle’s diatribe. In fact, he didn’t understand the basis of her yelling and shouting shit that he couldn’t make out. There was no point.

Why was she so pissed?

He wasn’t sure how a simple smoke and fuck session had turned into Danielle getting pissed off and trashing his dorm after trying to attack him to no avail. This was why he didn’t want to place a title on what he and Danielle were doing. He was good when they were just fucking, but now she was his girlfriend. Well, she was before she flipped out after finding lace panties under his bed.

“You don’t even try to keep your dick in your pants, do you?”

Anthony shrugged. “I be trying and shit.”

Danielle hated his nonchalant demeanor and the fact that she had been crying, and he hadn’t shed a single tear or shown any sign or destress or emotion. She knew then that she was far more invested in this relationship than he was.

Anthony Drake acted as if being committed to one woman would be the death of him. The thought of monogamy was as foreign to him as Chinese arithmetic. He just didn’t do it. Made a solid attempt because he liked Danielle. Liked her a lot, but just like everything else in his life, he managed to screw it up by basically doing what he always did. Cheating.

“I don’t get you though, Danielle. You knew what it was when I met you. I mean, shit, I was cheating on my main bitch with you when we got together. Then you trying to force me into some shit that I just ain’t ready for, so… I cheat.”

“So, you’re immature and you weren’t ready to be in a committed relationship. Does that make what you do right?”

“I didn’t say all that because I know it doesn’t, but for you to sit here and act like I wasn’t cheating with you is some bullshit.”

“So what, you cheated with me? So, what? You said that you would do better, but you clearly lied. You sat in my face and lied to me. I’ve been nothing but loyal to you, holding you down at every turn, and this is what I get? This is what you feel I deserve?”

Anthony felt like shit. He didn’t mean to hurt Danielle; that was never his intention. The only reason he was caught up this time is that the broad had left pieces of clothing behind. Other times, he would pick up on shit like that, but ol’ girl got one over on him. Now he was dealing with the wrath of Danielle.

“I’m about to call campus security on your ass if you break something else!”

“You should be glad I’m not doing more! I cannot even tell you how sick of this I am, Anthony. One whole year down the drain because you can’t remain faithful!”

“I didn’t cheat on you the whole time, though!”

Danielle frowned as she looked at him. He actually felt like the fact that he wasn’t constantly cheating gave him some sort of leverage. “Really?”

“Dead ass. It was just this bitch, and one other bitch, but like the first six months after I dumped my main bitch, I was all about you.”

“This can’t be my life,” Danielle mumbled.

“You buggin’, ma!”

“You need to address your issues, Anthony. You don’t have regard for anyone’s feelings but your own. I think you have some deeper issues that you need to deal with before you can take any relationship serious.”

Anthony chuckled and rested his head back on the couch that he was lounging on and watched an upset Danielle as she snatched her bag up off the floor. He grabbed his blunt and lit it before he inhaled deeply, letting the smoke flow from his lips.

“You digging way too deep into this shit, ma. We gon’ have some for the road sex or nah?”

“Fuck you, Anthony!”

Anthony shook his head, counting the number of times he’d had that exact statement yelled at him by a woman he once penetrated. “I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“I’ll be sure to send a bullet through your ass if I do! Again, fuck you! Remain miserable!”

Danielle grabbed all her things and left. She knew Anthony never loved her, and yes, their relationship was based on a lie, but she was hoping that he would change for her. Get better, and be a better man to her. She had thought wrong.

“That’s what I get for falling for a toss, man. Should have left that bitch in the slums where I found her hoe ass. Done fucked everything walking, and wanna lock a real nigga down. Fuck is she talmbout?”

Anthony continued to smoke to clear his head. There was no time to dwell on what he considered bullshit. He had other things to do, bigger matters to tend to. He was still young, and he didn’t want to be tied down. He just didn’t. Anthony couldn’t discount the future because he didn’t know what it held and how it would go for him, but right now, all he wanted to do was enjoy life.

“You only live once,” he mumbled as he grabbed his phone and called a girl over so she could take his mind off Danielle and the sudden development of emptiness that her exit had left him feeling.

His phone, which was sitting in the middle of the table surrounded by shattered glass, rang a few times before he reached out to grab it. It was his best friend, Cole.

“Yoooo, boy? What it do?”

“What’s good for tonight? You booed up and shit?”

Anthony sucked his teeth as he surveyed his dorm room. “Nah, bruh. That shit is over with. What’s the play?”

“Over with? You and Danielle?”

“Yeah! Tasha messy ass left her panties under my bed and Danielle found them shits. Left my ass high and dry. Now, I’m getting as high as I can so I don’t chase her ass.”

Cole shook his head at his best friend on the other end of the phone. This was typical Anthony; this was how he did things. Commitment was something that he didn’t crave. Cole was like him in that sense, but where Anthony shied away from relationships, Cole welcomed them. But, if he was going to be tied down, he wanted to be tied to something worth the anchored feeling.

“So, you ’bout to eat ice cream and sing love songs and shit like that?”

Anthony laughed so hard that he choked on the smoke from the blunt. He wasn’t that pressed. He didn’t think in the duration of his life would he ever be that pressed over a female. Nah, that’s too extra. “Nigga, what I look like crying over a female? You know better than that shit. The fuck?”

“I was about to say, man. Let me find out, let me find the fuck out, bruh!”

“Nah, bruh, I’m just chilling. Smoking and ’bout to get on this Madden. You coming through?”

“That’s what I was calling you about. I got somebody that I want you to meet.”

Anthony’s ears perked up. “Is it new pussy?”

Cole shook his head. “No, bruh!”

Anthony frowned. “New money?”

“Now you talking my language!”

“Oh, you know I’m always with the shit. Come scoop me!”

“Bet, I’m on the way! Nigga, be dressed when I get there because I ain’t waiting on you.”

“This better be worth my time. I just got dumped like shit!”

“Oh, trust me. It’s worth every second.”

 

Reviews for Crowned:

on February 11, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
This book was so live and so unexpected. Going into the story I didn’t know how it would turn out. I figure it was some insecure chick with a jerk for a husband. Boy was I blind sided. Ashura and Nacobi are thick as thieves, but they both have a story. Nacobi is a fire cracker but very protective in her own right. Ashura tries to keep her past in the past but when the one she loves stir the pot in the opposite direction, her loyalty gets twisted. When I tell this book was good, believe it. Page after page was filled with so much energy. From sexual energy to returning killer instincts. I love how the story displayed Alpha females, who at the same time knew what it took to keep their man happy. However being greedy and selfish doesn’t always win, and the beast that was subdue returns. This ending was so real I actually went back and read it again.
Oh ma lort.. That ending tho.. I knew it was gunna be him.. I was so tired of ?? This book was a nonstop emotional rollercoaster.. I literally felt so many emotions while I was submerged in this book.. I loved the fact that the beasts or should I say “savages” were the women.. Ashura is a beast.. It’s said that Nacobi is the savage of the 2 so I can’t wait to see her in action.. I kno this book his came out 2day but I need pt 2 like yesterday.. Deshon ur pen game is sick..

Now Available! Her Loyalty To Him 2: A King’s Heart

The Wait is OVER!!!

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Living life on the edge was something that Shania Grimes never planned to do until she met the likes of Adonis King. Before him, she had it all planned out, and only opted for the simplicities of life; love, marriage, family. Adonis’ sexiness effortlessly radiated from his pores like an aphrodisiac of some sort, making her crave him in ways that she had never craved a man before. However, he may be a lot more than what she bargained for.

Being the total opposite of Shania, Adonis basked in the thrill of the street life; it was all he knew. There wasn’t a need to make plans or organize his life; he liked taking things as they came at him. He never reached for anything more, never felt the need to… That was until Shania Grimes.

Shania, the woman who plagued Adonis’ dreams ever since he walked into her firm, is placed on an undercover mission that brings the two in close proximity of each other, and before long, one thing leads to the another. However, things aren’t always quite what they seem, and Shania is forced to make a decision to either help bring down the man she loves or protect him at any cost.
With the future uncertain and a million things fighting against them… can Shania and Adonis love one another without putting their lives in danger? As their loyalty is tested, will their hearts’ desires truly matter? Or will the pressures of life be enough to pull them apart?

Her Loyalty To Him 2: A King’s Heart

Her Loyalty To Him 2

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The Birth Of A Nation… Or Nah?

 

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The issue of Nate Parker vs. Nat Turner, I’ll start by giving you a small history of both men from their Wikipedia pages.

 

 

Nate Parker (born November 18, 1979)[1] is an American actor, director, producer, writer, and musical performer who has appeared in Beyond the Lights, Red Tails, The Secret Life of Bees, The Great Debaters, Arbitrage, Non-Stop, Felon, and Pride.[2] Parker made history at the 2016 Sundance Film Festival with his directorial debut feature film The Birth of a Nation when Fox Searchlight Pictures acquired the distribution rights to the film for $17.5 million, which broke the record for the most paid for a Sundance Film Festival production surpassing Little Miss Sunshine, which had been acquired by Searchlight for $10 million ten years earlier.[3]

 

Controversies…

In 1999, while a sophomore at Pennsylvania State University, Parker, and his roommate and wrestling teammate, Jean McGianni Celestin, were accused of raping a fellow Penn State student.[44][45][46][47] The unnamed accuser stated that Parker and Celestin raped her while she was intoxicated and unconscious and said she was unsure of how many people had been involved.[6][48] She claimed the two harassed her after she pressed charges and that they hired a private investigator who showed her picture around campus, revealing her identity.[49]Parker was found not guilty on all four counts brought against him.[50] Celestin, who shares a story credit on The Birth of a Nation, was convicted of sexual assault and received a six-month to the one-year prison sentence in 2001,[51] later raised to two to four years per state sentencing guidelines.[52] Appealing the case on grounds of ineffective counsel at the first trial, Celestin’s initial conviction was overturned in 2005 and he was granted a new trial to rehear the charges.[53] Despite the accuser’s willingness to testify at a second trial, prosecutors declined because other witnesses had scattered all over the world.[54]

On campus in 2001, students raised concerns that race may have influenced Celestin’s initial conviction: Celestin is black (as is Parker), while the accuser and all but one of the jurors were white.[51][55]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nate_Parker

 

Nat Turner (October 2, 1800 – November 11, 1831) was an enslaved African American who led a rebellion of slaves and free blacks inSouthampton County, Virginia on August 21, 1831, that resulted in the deaths of 55 to 65 white people. In retaliation, enraged white militias and mobs killed more than 200 black people in the course of putting down the rebellion.[2]

Turner led a group of slaves carrying farm implements in a rebellion against slavery. As they went from plantation to plantation they gathered horses and guns, freed other slaves along the way, and recruited other blacks that wanted to join their revolt. During the rebellion, Virginia legislators targeted free blacks with a colonization bill, which allocated new funding to remove them, and a police bill that denied free blacks trials by jury and made any free blacks convicted of a crime subject to sale and relocation.[2] Whites organized militias and called out regular troops to suppress the uprising. In addition, white militias and mobs attacked blacks in the area, killing an estimated 200,[3] many of whom were not involved in the revolt.[4]

Consequences

The rebellion was suppressed within two days, but Turner eluded capture by hiding in the woods until October 30 when he was discovered by farmer Benjamin Phipps. Turner was hiding in a hole covered with fence rails. While awaiting trial, Turner confessed his knowledge of the rebellion to attorneyThomas Ruffin Gray, who compiled what he claimed was Turner’s confession.[21] On November 5, 1831, Turner was tried for “conspiring to rebel and making insurrection”, convicted, and sentenced to death.[22] Turner was hanged on November 11 in Jerusalem, Virginia. His body was flayed,beheaded and quartered, as an example to frighten other would-be rebels.[23] Turner received no formal burial; his headless remains were either buried unmarked or kept for scientific use. His skull is said to have passed through many hands, last reported as held in the collection of a planned civil rights museum for Gary, Indiana. African-American groups called for it to be buried with honors.[24]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nat_Turner

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This is my issue, for a lack of a better word.

The rape allegation in Nate Parker’s situation occurred in 1999 and has now resurfaced for no known reason. In fact, Parker has been out of the spotlight for the last two years, working solely on Birth of A Nation, the Nat Turner story. He has not had anything come up in his past before this even though this information is so easily found on his Wikipedia page. Never heard it before now with the very controversial roles that he has taken i.e The Great Debaters, Red Tails ( both highly driven on race and racism). Still, nothing was said about this very public information. So, why now?

This movie is different and definitely right on TIME. The words “Oscar Worthy” has been mentioned alongside this movie since it was presented at Sundance. I’ve followed it and its growth since the beginning and I was excited about the friction that it was gaining. It seems to me that as soon as the allegations resurfaced, the drive behind this movie dwelled dramatically. But still, I ask, why? Why does this movie now all of a sudden not have the steam behind it? Because it has somehow got smeared by the allegations that were presented to its Director and Leading Male Character.

Why is this an issue?

Because African American people NEED to see this movie. THE WORLD needs to see this movie. The message behind it is so strong, profound and moving that it threatens the balance of silence and prejudice. It grants eyes and ears some truth that have somewhere down the line gotten buried. Most black people aren’t aware of who Nat Turner is but he was one of the first slaves to get tired. A preacher, a man of GOD, a clean soul who was subjected to slavery and just got tired.

Sound familiar?

I will be going to see this movie and I will be taking my son. I want him to see the difference between giving up and standing up. The right and wrong way to live this lift in post-slavery America where black men are slaughter every day. Sound familiar?

Black people are constantly told to “Get Over IT!” The years of suppression that our ancestors faced, we need to get over it but remember the Holocaust, 9-11, The Dallas Five, The Paris Attacks, all of these other events that have heavily affected America. But we are supposed to forget the thing that heavily and very directly affected us as a race. How?

Support this movie because you need to see it. Support it because it was shopped independently through Sundance and picked up, giving Nate Parker and his production team to get the BIGGEST Sundance payout ever. This movie is mandatory.

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The Reasoning Behind Big T…

First, I want to be clear on something; never have I once written anything that I couldn’t or wouldn’t represent to the end of me. No matter the genre, title, publisher, editor, illustrator – none of that. If it has Deshon Dreamz on it anywhere, at the end of the day…its mine and I represent it to the fullest! I try to find storylines and angles that haven’t been touched. That’s how Her Loyalty To Him was born.

I wanted to build a character that people genuinely loved and wanted to know more about. I left a certain level of unfamiliarity to him because I wanted to hide aspects of him to leave some…mystery. I wanted someone that had been through a lot already in life but was somehow pressing through all of that. It was extremely hard to NOT fall in love with Big T. He was literally the glue to the King family. His relationship with the kids, especially Jayda was something extremely special and I wanted to show that relationship as a point of vulnerability for Big T.

His murder was LITERALLY the most difficult scene that I have ever written in my career. I had tears in my eyes the moment Jayda asked, “Big T, do you have a girlfriend?”

I realized in that moment that Big T would never get his happy ending. He would never have a chance. His life was cut short solely because of an unspoken fear that dwelled in the heart of the person that held his life in his hands.

It was extremely sad, it was hard to read and believe me it was hard to write but it happens so often that it is becoming the norm to us. We don’t see the slaughtering of minorities as something that should be news because it happens so often. Every day it’s in our face, we have to deal with it. So, I choose to address the issue of police brutality and #blacklivesmatter . I wanted to use the most influential platform that I have to address that and it is now the most talked about portion of the book. I feel like it hit home the most with a lot of people because it’s real and raw.

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The unjust murder of a minority does not need to have any rhyme or reason to it. It just happens. Accessive force just happens. Life is snatched from people every day because of their size and the color of their skin. It’s sad as hell but I promise you it is the reality!

I feel like no matter who you are or how large your audience is, use as humans should feel the need to speak about the things that are happening around us. Rather you are Colin Kaepernick, Beyonce, or Deshon Dreamz…USE YOUR VOICE FOR SOMETHING OR FOR NOTHING AT ALL!!!!

Again, I appreciate every single reader that gave me and my book a chance and I know the change in his storyline came out of nowhere but that’s how it happens. One day you are living the life that GOD gave you and the next day you’re being choked out, body slammed and shot, chased down and shot. or maybe you knock on the wrong door or play with a fake gun. Oh wait, maybe you sell CD’s, cigarettes or walking down the wrong street. IT’S AN ISSUE!! So, I just decided to use the small voice that I have to bring light to it.

If you are reading this and have no clue what I am referring to, please click this link to be enlightened: http://goo.gl/OnHtHV

Thank you for reading!

 

 

San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick, middle, kneels during the national anthem before the team's NFL preseason football game against the San Diego Chargers, Thursday, Sept. 1, 2016, in San Diego. (AP Photo/Chris Carlson) ORG XMIT: CACC108
San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick, middle, kneels during the national anthem before the team’s NFL preseason football game against the San Diego Chargers, Thursday, Sept. 1, 2016, in San Diego. (AP Photo/Chris Carlson) ORG XMIT: CACC108

 

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