Blazing the Field Book Two of the Arena Series

Yes it is finally here! Blazing the Field is now available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and All Romance eBooks.

Here is a little snippet!

Zoe liked everything about this man. His smell, his kisses, and especially his stamina in the bed. He’d given her pleasure she would not soon forget.

“I’ll go get things set up for you. You can have the bathroom first.”

“Alright.”

She watched him as he walked across the room. She marveled at the chiseled out cut of his back and his firm ass. She could tell he worked out and it really paid off. No flaw was to be found. She knew she’d have to start toning up to hang with his man. He entered the opening she was sure to be the bathroom. Moments later she heard the shower running.

“You’re all set,” he said.

“Great.”

She wanted to pull the cover from the bed and wrap it around her body. She knew her body did not stand a chance to be compared to his.

No one’s going to make me feel ashamed.

She stood from the bed and walked across the room with her head held high. When she focused on Lance’s face, she saw a small smile tracing his lips. She added a little extra sway to her hips. When she reached the door where he was standing, she stood on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the lips. She continued into the bathroom and found a folded towel and cloth waiting. Sitting on the counter top was a little travel size bottle of shower gel. She grabbed the gel and the cloth and stepped into the shower.

The water was perfect. She could not help but marvel at the enormous size of the shower. There was plenty of room.

“This shower is huge,” she yelled through the glass.

“Care for some company?” he asked.

Damn, was he still standing in the same place? His voice sounded really close.

“Sure.”

What the hell was she thinking? Before she could second guess her response he was standing at the glass opening. Within a blink he was inside. The water beaded off his body just as the sweat had earlier. His skin was flawless. Everything about this man was perfect. He took the shower gel from her hand and dispensed a small amount in his hand. Rubbing them together, she soon saw the rich lather it produced.

“May I?” he asked.

Zoe looked at his foam covered hands. How could she deny the feeling of those hands?

“Of course.”

He began applying the lather over her body. She could feel her sex coming alive again. She could not tell if the moisture between her thighs was from the water or her own liquids. She took the sudsy cloth she was holding and began to lather his body in the same motion. There was nothing that did not look good against this man’s skin.

When she rubbed her hand down over his stomach she could see that his member had become awake again as well. She fisted his tool with her suds soaked hand. She allowed the member to slide through her hand just as it had in her sex earlier. She realized that his hands stopped moving over her body. She looked up into his face only to see that his eyes were closed and his head tilted back allowing the water to run down over his face.

She allowed the clear water to wash away the soap. She then lowered her body down on her knees. She continued to fist the ever hardening member in her hand. Now that she was face to face with it she realized why Lance was so careful during their earlier adventure. She would have to thank him later for his courtesy.

Bringing her mouth to the tip, she allowed her tongue to trace the head. She took the same care and time he had earlier. This time she wanted to make sure he enjoyed what she was about to deliver. There was no need to hurry. She had all night if need be. Slowly she drew the entire head into her mouth. Again she used her tongue to rotate around the member as she held it in her mouth.

“Ohh,” he said.

She could not help but smile. With a sound like that she had to be doing something right. Removing the tip from her mouth she used the tip of her tongue to trace the bottom of his penis. Using her hand she felt the weight of his heavy sack. She began to massage the area as she returned her mouth to the head. This time she allowed more to enter her mouth. With each bob of her head she took in more.

As much as she wanted to there was no way she could take all of him in her mouth. She allowed her hands to help her do the work. She closed her eyes when she got the rhythm that seemed to be working for both of them. Lance pumped his hips just as he had earlier. She tightened her lips around his piece putting pressure on his member.

“Oh shit!” he shouted.

He began to pump his hips faster. She increased her tempo trying to keep in rhythm with him. Up and down she worked his shaft as if it had been hers for years. She knew her sex would not soon forget Lance and she wanted his to feel the same way.

“I’m going to come.”

She heeded the warning and prepared her mouth for his seed. She pumped and sucked him until she finally heard a loud grunt. It was soon followed by a mouth full of his warmth. She took in every drop, not letting any go to waste. She slowed her motion but did not let him escape her lips. It did not go unnoticed that he was just as stiff as he was before he had his orgasm. She gave the tip one last lick before releasing it for her mouth.

She settled back far enough to look up at him. He stood there with one hand braced on the wall and the other holding onto the shower head.

“It looks like you’re holding on like you’re expecting an earthquake.”

“I think I just felt one.”

“It must be the aftershock of the one I felt earlier.”

He raised and lowered his eyebrows and gave her a little wink. She watched as he reached outside the shower to the stand where she’d left the towel. She stood and began to search for the bottle of shower gel. She was nowhere near ready to get out of the shower. She had not washed one thing, except Lance’s member.

 

For Keeps with Deatri King-Bey

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For Keeps by Deatri King-Bey

In my new romantic suspense, For Keeps, Gina Guy’s daughter has witnessed a murder and the murderer is after the little girl. Child Protective Services is manipulated into the picture, and Jarvis Martin, a manager within the agency, steps in to protect the Guys’ rights. From the moment Gina meets Jarvis, she feels she can depend on him, but life has proven to her that the only person she can count on is Gina. Will they be able to stop the murderer? Can Jarvis earn her trust and love?

Heavy topic for a romance, huh? I’m known for taking nonconventional characters and topics and spinning them into a romance. I like to create dialogue. The moment I released the For Keeps blurb, people started asking me where the idea came from. I’ve often said that I have voices in my head that tell me their stories, then I relay those stories to you though my books. Basically, I put my psychosis to work.

Events usually wake those voices in my head and cause them to start speaking to me. The voices from For Keeps came about as the result of two incidents. A few years back, I noticed more reports of children being murdered down here (Arizona) by abusive parents on the news. This was a very noticeable increase. There was actually an event that correlated to the increase in deaths and abuse. I can’t remember the number, but there were like 2,500 reported cases of abuse that were never investigated during that time period. Big time scandal. Lots of people fired over that.

In incident two, I know someone who was reported to CPS by the hospital she delivered her baby in because there were narcotics in the baby’s system. Actually, hospitals must report when babies are born with drugs in their system. That sounds like a good thing, right?

Well, the hospital neglected to inform CPS that the mother had been a patient in the hospital and administered the narcotic by the nurses. The mother didn’t even realize what they were giving her was a narcotic until after CPS contacted her and told them they’d be taking her child from her for him testing positive for narcotics. This mother went into a panic. She did everything her CPS case manager asked for, but CPS didn’t do their part. Then the case manager’s boss came into the picture and took steps to take this child away from the mother. It got really ugly.

To make a long story short, the original case manager came back into the picture and stopped the insanity. Had it not been for that case manager, this woman’s child would have been taken from her even though the hospital had supplied the paper work requested by CPS. Sounds crazy, huh? Yeah, I couldn’t believe what was happening as it unfolded.

These incidents breathed life into Gina and Jarvis. There are good parents caught up in the system every day. There are bad parents that children need to be protected from. There are bad case managers and there are good case managers.

I don’t know, this seemed like the perfect backdrop for a romantic suspense. Next thing you know, Gina and Jarvis telling me their story. I hope you enjoy For Keeps.

Here’s a little sample:

CHAPTER ONE

He squinted at the seven-story condominium complex. She thinks by moving into a secured building she can protect you from me. His gaze traveled along the building and settled on the third floor, second unit from the right. Humph, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.
Brenda ran out of the building.
Quickly, he ducked behind a tree. Reveling in a surge of satisfaction, he returned his focus to the third story window. Soon all of my worries will be over. Whistling a happy tune, he walked away.
* * *
The superintendent flipped through his keys, unwilling to select the correct one. “I assure you, she didn’t leave her child. I would know. There must be a mistake. Miss Guy is one of my best tenants. Someone made a prank call.”
Arms folded over her ample chest, Mrs. Clark tapped her foot and waited beside the police officer. “I hope you’re correct, but someone reported a baby being left alone for hours, so we must investigate.”
“Benda!” he heard the voice of a little girl on the opposite side of the door cry. It sounded like Tiara, Miss Guy’s daughter. “Where you at? I ascared.”
“Hurry.” Mrs. Clark pressed herself against the door. “Don’t worry, honey. Someone’s here.”
The superintendent’s fat, fumbly fingers worked the keys double-time to unlock the door. Something wasn’t right. Miss Guy wouldn’t leave Tiara alone. Maybe Miss Guy had fainted or was injured. He opened the door.
Mrs. Clark rushed into the apartment toward the screaming toddler and tumbled over the edge of the coffee table. Tiara stopped screaming, spun around and ran into a bedroom.
The officer helped the social worker stand. “Are you hurt?”
Mrs. Clark rubbed her shin. “It smarts, but I’ll be fine. Thank you.” She limped into the bedroom with the others following close behind.
Tiara was nowhere in sight.
“Come out, honey,” said the social worker.
Silence.
She pointed at the twin-sized princess canopy bed. The officer knelt and lifted the comforter to check under the bed. No little girls.
The small bedroom only contained one other potential hiding place. The case manager searched through the closet, but still no child.
Confused, the superintendent sat on the dresser. It creaked under his weight. “Well, she couldn’t have disappeared.” A faint groan caught his ear. He nodded toward the space between the dresser and the wall. “I think we have mice.”
* * *
Fear raced through Gina’s veins as she dragged Brenda into the back office for privacy. “What do you mean they took her? Who took her? Calm down and tell me where my baby is.”
Shaking her head, Brenda rocked back and forth. “I… I saw the police and panicked. I’m so sorry. Please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
She grabbed Brenda by the shoulders and shook. “If you do not tell me where my baby is this instant, I swear I’ll kill you.”
* * *
Hollering, Tiara darted for the pile of blocks that sat on the middle of the toddler table in Observation Room three.
Helen Clark shook her head as she lowered herself to the couch. “Play with the blocks like a good girl.”
Jarvis watched the little hellion through the double mirror. Knowing she hadn’t finished yet, he grinned. Her screams when they’d entered the office were what had drawn his attention. This child had a serious set of lungs on her.
Now quiet and calm, Tiara carefully sorted through the blocks. Jarvis was rarely wrong where children were concerned, but it looked as if he’d been wrong this time. Tiara had found something more interesting than screaming her head off. Meticulously, she measured the blocks, then selected the largest one and threw it at the case manager.
Shocked, he rushed for the door as the block soared through the air and slammed square into Helen’s nose.
“Leave me ‘lone you mean o’ crow.”
Holding her nose, Helen cursed the child and stormed out as he entered.
“I hate you, you mean o’ meanie!”
Standing in the doorway, Jarvis remained silent. He’d deal with Helen for cursing in the presence of a child later. Tiara stopped yelling. Her eyes traveled from his shoes, along his legs, torso, then she craned her neck way back to see his face. Over six feet, he knew he was huge to the little girl. Hands shaking, she held up a block.
Arms folded over his chest, he raised a brow. “If you throw that at me, I’ll throw it back.”
She swallowed hard, then dropped the block, crossed her arms over her chest and raised her brow, impersonating his stance. “My mommy gonna get that mean o’ crow.”
“I’m sure she will.” He stifled a grin. “Let’s clean this mess.”
She stood still, blinking away the tears, fighting the oncoming cry. “You find my mommy? She doesn’t know where I’m at. She’ll be ascared.”
“She’ll be afraid.” He lowered himself to her level and held his hand out. “I’ll find your mommy.”
She ran to him, jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. “I like you.”
“I like you, too.” Tired of the neglect, he shook his head. He became a social worker to protect children. To give them the childhood he had in a loving family. All children deserved to be loved. “What’s your name?” He released her. Though he already knew her name, he wanted to continue breaking the ice with her.
She stepped away and curtsied. “Tiawa Wose Guy.”
“Jarvis Neal Martin at your service.” Heart smiling, he placed his hand on his chest and bowed his head slightly. “You may call me Jarvis.” He settled on the floor beside her and helped pile the blocks on the Big Bird toddler table. “Do you know where I can find your mommy?”
Tugging on his arm, she tried to pull him toward the door. “You go get her? She’s at work. With the pancakes.”
Lifting Tiara, he stood and placed her on his hip. “How old are you?”
“Twee. Go get Mommy. She’s at the pancake place.” She pointed at the door. “She doesn’t know I’m here with you. You go get her. I’ll show you. That mean o’ crow took me. My mommy’s gonna get her.”
He walked to the front desk. “Where’s Helen? I need the file on Tiara.”
Mary, the office assistant, smiled at Tiara. “This can’t possibly be the little terror who came in kicking and screaming earlier. Oh no. This young lady is much too beautiful.” Tiara hid her face in the crook of Jarvis’s neck and giggled. “She’s in the process of being told off by,” she nodded toward Tiara, “a certain young lady’s mother. Helen may need to be saved. Room six.” Mary took Tiara from Jarvis.
Just what he needed, another substandard parent who didn’t give a darn about her child until the authorities were brought in. He stopped his train of thought. Just because the overwhelming majority of cases he’d seen of late had been proven cases of neglect and abuse, didn’t mean this one was also.

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Thank you, for giving me a chance to introduce For Keep. I appreciate it and you.

Deatri King-Bey

Why Heating up the Ice?

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As I was working on the last book of my Joy Series an idea popped into my mind. I think I want to write a sport themed book. The idea just will not let me go. It seemed like everywhere I went I was seeing or hearing something sport related.  Don’t get me wrong I love sports. Any kind works for me. My next step was which sport will my hero play?

Well, I did not want to do the typical basketball and football that most widely known to have African American players. I wanted something that would go against the grain a little. So I pulling out my pen and paper I listed every sport I could think of.

Hockey stood out. Of course it would, I knew nothing about the sport except it was played on the ice. As much as I tried to change my mind, my muse just was not letting it go. She kept telling me I know the perfect guy to the hero. That’s when she introduced me to Lloyd. Well as soon as I met him I knew he was the man for the job. As I was getting to know Lloyd I thought that Keisha would be a perfect match for him.

So now that you know how it all began. I hope you will enjoy their story.

Blurb

Lloyd Kamooga, a professional hockey player that enjoys the simple things in life. He has nothing on his mind except his career and his family. He’s doing a good job of juggling family and career until he finds himself caught in a whirlwind when Keisha comes skating into his life. He is forces to decide if she will be the one he’ll take home to his family?

Keisha Birch is going through life with her normal outgoing personality. She is focused on self and determined to make the best out of life. When she wins tickets to a professional hockey game her life takes an interesting turn. Her new love for the sport puts her in position to meet Lloyd. Does she want to take this relationship to the next level?

When their different lives become intertwined will they be able to work things out as they Heat up the Ice?

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