Showing posts with label Mahalia Levey. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 8, 2012

I HAVE THE WONDERFUL MAHALIA LEVEY IN THE HOUSE TODAY!!!



That's right everyone--Mahalia Levey is gracious enough to stop by my crib today and share her latest release from Secret Cravings Publishing--Only Skin Deep!!! Take it away Miss Levey.

I see you…but do you SEE me?
I sat here asking myself one question. When do we lose innocence? Maybe when we’re young, but if we’re sheltered, not until we’re older.
Do we lose it piece by piece as it’s chipped off by those we love and whose opinion matters the most?
Perhaps it’s chipped away bit by bit until there’s no self-esteem left by an ex-lover or best friend.
In a perfect world hurt wouldn’t exist. People wouldn’t betray us. Everyone would be accepting and tolerant even if they didn’t agree.
But….We don’t live in a perfect world. There’s a saying that those you love most will hurt you the most. And there is no way to prevent heart-break, not a little, not a bit not a lot. Heartbreak comes in many different forms, the end result is the same. Walls are built, bridges are burnt. Hurtful words are not forgotten, but remembered and replayed over and over again.
It could be something as an offhand comment about weight gain.
Maybe the color of someone’s skin.
Pressure from Family Members to do the right thing…their thing.
Being seen as one of the guys in a male dominated career.
Emotional Abuse
Physical Abuse
Possibly Emotional and Physical Abuse
Manipulation
Some men and women will never recover.  Others will.
Only Skin Deep is about three women who are afraid to go after love for multiple reasons. One of these females takes the bull by the horns so to speak, the other two have to decide to fight for what they want.
Love is Worth Fighting All Obstacles

Blurbs:
All Woman: Officer Taleena Harris may have looked like one of the guys in her uniform, but underneath lurked a sensual woman. Jason Treadway, her target had no clue he was key to fulfilling all her fantasies. He might be her boss, but she held all the aces. It was far past time to play them.
Jason Treadway had no desire to be a one woman type of man. That was until the Armored Company’s annual theme party. A mystery woman on the mechanical bull commanded his attention. He’d do anything for a night of being skin-to-skin with her. The only question… Would one night be enough?
Flaws and All: Nadja Mederios knows what she wants after months of watching Donato keep order at Club Mist, and an intervention from her best friend Taleena. As a lounge singer, she portrays a sensual, sultry woman, but she’s not the high-maintenance girl people assume she is. In fact, a tomboy lies beneath her protective costume. When the real woman comes to light, she hopes Donato finds her just as sexy as the mask.
Donato Falcone isn’t looking for commitment, but when someone touches Nadja without permission, rational thought leaves him and rage steps in. After his temper cools, he sees a different side of Nadja. Her sleek sophistication may well be a front for the girl who could be his forever, if he can find a way to break down her barriers.
Against All Odds: Four months of casual dating isn’t enough. Not for Derek Tresvant. His Deja may think financial security and a successful career are essential to a good life, but he disagrees. The numerous excuses she uses to push him away only entice him to prove he’s in the forever type.
If there’s one constant in life Deja Crane knows nothing is ever one hundred percent certain. After working her ass off to own her business and succeed on her terms, she’ll be damned if one hot sinful man will take all away from her with a marriage license, a picket fence and two point five kids. She’s got a plan of her own that doesn’t include messing with a man.

Excerpt for Against All Odds
In sleep Deja looked beautiful, even with the black knot on her head. He noted the way her chest rose when she breathed and how relaxed she appeared. She was always on the go, never still. Bringing how they first met to mind.
“Excuse me.”
He shut his cell off and turned toward the angry voice peering into the cab window. “Yes?”
“You’re in my cab.”
Startled by her beauty, he missed what she said. “I’m sorry?”
“You’re in my cab.”
“Oh? I didn’t know it had your name on it. Says City Cab here, beautiful.”
“You city men. Look, while you were on your multimedia phone chatting, the cab driver I hailed stopped for me. Now get out so I can get to my destination. I don’t have time to deal with nonsense.”
Well she’d put him in his place, or so she thought. All that spirit and vinegar like his grams would say. “Where are you going, we could share.”
“Haywood Regency Hotel.”
“You’re in luck, I’m heading there myself.”
“I don’t want to share a cab, I want to relax.”
“Well good luck with that, it’s three in the morning and I don’t see any other cabs.” He thrummed his thumb on the window button in mock threat.
“Fine. No talking. We ride in silence.”
Chuckling as she gave in, he watched her stalk to the trunk and pound on it. And then she was sliding into the seat next to him. “Derek.”
“And?”
“You always this way?”
“It’s late and I’m tired.”
“Well it’s late and I’m tired, nice to meet you.” Her unladylike snort amused him.
“My name is Deja. Don’t be thinking that I want to get to know you any better.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He surmised he’d have fun keeping her going all the way to the hotel but chose not to nettle her. Her legs though, man, long enough to wrap around a man’s waist. Luscious lips on a charismatic face, maybe he should goad her just to watch her chest heave in indignation. “So what are you here for?”
“Did I say I was looking for conversation?”
“I’m here to buy a potential business.”
“Bully for you.”
She’d turned her attention out the window but he’d caught her appraising him. Her body language held a closed off expression. The cab turned sharply and hurtled her against him. He put his arms around her to right her, ghosting his hands over her soft skin for the first time. He couldn’t fight the urge. Dark brown eyes widened, and he took full advantage of the situation, kissing her.
When she didn’t fight back but melted into him instead, he became lost in the softness of her lips. Sweeping his tongue against hers, feather light, gauging, he slipped his hands into her thick long hair. She made him breathless, a teen again. When had a woman affected him so? Never. Without the waspish sounds, her mouth was made for pleasure. And then the cab stopped. He pulled back and watched her scoot to the other side of the seat. He half waited for a tongue lashing or an open palm to hit his face.
“Your room or mine?”
Damn. She’s just full of unexpected surprises.“Mine.”


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Saturday, May 26, 2012

I HAVE THE WONDERFUL MAHALIA LEVEY IN THE HOUSE TODAY!!!

Welcome Mahalia to my crib today during the Memorial Day Weekend! I know everyone will be busy the next couple of days, but I hope if you've taken the time to stop by, you'll leave her some love and read the excerpts!


Shut Up and Kiss Me
Being the bad girl has been Carrie’s gig since childhood but being good for a certain drummer boy promises a beautiful future.

Blurb
Brought up in a traditional family Carrie Stevens fights the bounds of propriety and flaunts her deviance with no regard to personal consequences. With one exception…her big brother’s wishes where his band is concerned. The sparks that fly when she’s around the one taboo she’d love to date are only a tempting siren’s song, until she sees there’s more to Shea than she’d originally thought. The sexy drummer might just make her lose her heart, if he can put her past to rest.
Shea McNamara has been in love with Carrie Stevens for years. Running in the same circle as her isn't easy. Her choice in men irks him but she's in his blood as much as the drums he loves to beat. All he has to do is convince her there’s more to life than the fast lane. With her flirty attitude he refuses to allow her to call the shots.

Excerpt
She ducked to the table, opening the crates to set out the shirts, posters, stickers, hoodies and underwear with Crimson Rage’s logo on them. Carrie smiled greeting fans that came up to buy from her. When the area cleared, she stuck her head under the table to pull out more pieces. A shadow eclipsed the light she needed to search through the tubs. Agitated, she looked up, ill prepared to see her ex, Ty hovering over her. “I’m working.”
“Come on now, sexy. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.”
Some things never changed. Apparently he thought coming onto her with a weak ass line would get him somewhere. Ty looked good, immaculate, matter of fact too perfect, from his kohl-lined eyes to his professionally groomed hair. An opportunist if ever there was one, he never missed a chance to climb higher using others to help him get there. Too bad she didn’t see the signs before dating him for half a year. “You’re wasting your time. I never go backward.”
“Not even a good fuck for ole time’s sake. You know the spot we always nabbed, against the wall.”
“What are you really here for? I was nineteen when I let you bang me behind the stage after you played a really horrible set.” Blunt to no end, she slapped the handful of packed T-shirts on the table.
“Who says I want something?” Ty’s eyes darkened. If he wasn’t such a beanpole in skinny jeans she’d be afraid he’d lay a hand on her.
“Whatever you want Ty, I don’t. Please leave me alone.” Instead of leaving he bent down to the table, trailing a finger down the side of her face, his eyes drifted to her breasts. She shuddered in revulsion and leaned back, slapping his hand away. “Fuck off.” To her horror, the song ended at the precise moment she screamed the words. A hush fell over the on-lookers, keen on the drama playing out in front of them.
“Fine. When I make the big time don’t come crawling on your knees back to me.” Ty sauntered off to the bar to get a drink.
Carrie fumed in utter humiliation. With a fake tight-lipped smile pasted on her face, she sold out of merchandise.
“Hey, carebear.” Shea’s voice broke the monologue running through her brain, screaming murder, murder, murder. He held out a fresh drink for her. She snatched the plastic glass from his hands quickly to avoid the zing of excitement his brief touch left her wanting.
The blessed taste of grape vodka and lemon lime soda soothed her parched throat while giving her a moment to compose herself.
Shea tipped back a bottle of domestic beer and leaned on the edge of the table regarding her.
“What?”
“Tryin’ to figure you out, carebear.” The way her pet name rolled off his tongue in a thick whiskey tenor sent lava through her veins.
She wondered what he was up to when he set his empty bottle down. Kneeling, he grabbed a bag, rummaged through it and withdrew a black T-shirt. Shit. He planned on switching out from his sweaty one right in front of her. She played nonchalant by taking a swig of her drink.
He edged the shirt up his sweat-incased body over his head. Who said sweat on a man wasn’t sexy? Not her. He mopped his chest with his damp shirt and stuffed the soiled garment in his shoulder bag. Nice. Her gaze roved from his abs of steel, up to his pierced nipple and across the tribal artwork on his shoulder wanting to devour every inch of him.
Suddenly Kiss Me Deadly played in her mind. Great time for 80’s rock music to enter her brain.
“Nice humming voice.” When Shea chuckled, she realized she’d begun humming the Lita Ford song. Gah…She sucked down the rest of her drink and choked on a small bit of ice. Shea pounded on her back.
“The ice melted. I’m good.”
“Heard you were back in town. Plan on staying long?”
“I’m here to stay for a while.” Disappointment hit when he shrugged into the new T-shirt. Damn he looked even better with the shirt stretched over his muscles, she thought as she tilted back in her chair. He would never wear skinny jeans or kohl on his eyes. The prospect of making him her new lover rammed into her for the briefest of seconds again.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
Where the new beer in his hand came from, she didn’t have the slightest clue. So she said the words currently on the tip of her tongue. “Wanna fuck?”

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Neveah Harris finally has her chance. Two albums in a row she’s worked with Crimson Rage’s lead guitarist. From his perfectly styled hair to the faded jeans and tee’s he sports, she’s quickly becoming groupie fan number one. The only problem is, he doesn’t notice her dropped jaw every-time he enters the same room. Her age and weight are issues she must face in order to drum up enough courage to get his number.

Wade ‘Garrick’ Stevens is psyched to work on the newest cover for his band mates. They have a vision that only one sexy graphic artist can bring to life. The last two sold goldmines thanks to her brilliance. Underneath her professional front he senses she may be into just more than a working environment, which is just fine with him.

Years younger than her, he plans to convince her on one date. He’s sure sparks will ignite.

EXCERPT:

Garrick moved from her ass to her top. With a flick of his fingers he popped open the buttons on her shirt, running his hands up her sides, to glide over her water bra. A solid B cup embarrassed her and added to her feelings of inadequacy. Blushing, she met his curious gaze and hint of smile. On bated breath she waited for him to divest her of her shirt completely. How did he make love? Was it the same way he played music. In any event she wasn't far from finding
out the answer. His unhurried pace agitated her though.

“You're like opening a favorite Christmas toy.” He bent and bit the curve of her nape, his hands skimmed down her arms sending her top to float to the floor and slid up her back, freeing the hooks on her bra. Garrick hooked his fingers in the straps and drew them down. Nevaeh's cunt clenched, her nipples hardened under his scrutinized appraisal.

“So perfect and I still have your sexy ass to see. Are you wet for me?” He cupped her breasts and squeezed. “I hope you're drenched.”

“Are you going to get undressed?”

“Eventually.” He winked and flicked open the button on her jeans. “Take them off nice and slow for me.”

Garrick made wiggling out of her jeans easier. Her hands quaked so much she wasn't sure she‟d have been able to undo her own button. Heat flushed to her face. With him she felt sexy. Under her lashes, she watched him take off his shirt and toss it on the floor. Ever had that feeling to just get something over with? Nerves overcame her arousal and she fumbled, unsure of herself. If just seeing him shirtless had the effect on her senses, how would she fare seeing him nude. “Oh God. Oh God.”

“That's usually reserved for later.” Garrick's response hit her. She'd said it out loud.

“I‟m sorry.” Nevaeh bent over to unbuckle her wedges and kicked them off her feet and whipped her head around to catch his response.

“What did we say about that phrase?”

Flushed red she turned to him clad in lace hipsters, she covered her breasts with her hands. Underneath his pants, the evidence of his arousal jerked. Nevaeh forced herself to bring her head level to his.

“Do you tease every woman you bed?” Instantly she regretted bringing up his past lovers. Garrick moved fast. He gripped her chin and glared at her.

“I'm—” He cut her off fusing his mouth to hers. Attraction mixed with a sudden surge of irritation and power left her breathless. He ran his hands to her lace and ripped each side in half. A slap on her ass propelled her to guess at his bidding. She spread her legs a few inches and the material brushed against her leg, fluttering to the floor. He plundered her mouth ruthlessly to the point where pain and pleasure mixed, the nips of his teeth and sweeps of his tongue turned her body into mush. Nevaeh slid her palms up his heated skin, noting no tattoos or pierced nipples. Using her fingernails, she grazed his nipples. Rigid muscle tensed under her touch. Pleased, she
lowered her head and took his nipple into her mouth, tweaking it with her teeth. A hard slap landed on her bare ass, warming it. The burn elicited a moan from her lips.

Garrick pushed her toward the couch with gentle dominance, directing her to the front. “I'm in the mood for a snack first.” He shoved her down roughly. In her life, no one had ever looked
at her with such raw hunger before.


Thanks again for stopping by Mahalia, those are some hot excerpts! Mahalia has graciously decided to give an ebook of either Shut Up and Kiss Me or Rhapsody. All you have to do is leave a comment and one lucky commenter will be drawn by Random.org on Sunday.