Goddess Morning Royals. Excerpts from the books “The Perfect Man” and “The Truth About Her”
“The Perfect Man”
You sleep as I stare. I lurk, crave your move, your look, your touch, your beat, your passion. Why must I want you so bad? Just a glance and I’m yours for the taken. I’ll be your private dancer if you’ll let me. Slowly I’ll grind and thrust for you. Don’t touch just watch. See how you make my hips sway from side to side. You make me drop it down ever so gentle for you. Grind back to the top. Watch me as I make it clap for you all the way to the floor. Wow, didn’t even know I could do that. Giggle just a little with this ass as I wiggle. Do you want to spank me?!
Now i shall take all these clothes of for you while you watch me. Oh baby did i wake you didn’t mean to just wanted to fantasize about you staring back at me while i make it wet for you. It doesn’t take much, it’s yours lover.
Look deeply into my eyes, hands soft in my back. Our bodies so in tune with each other they move like a note being played. not only do you capture my mind, you capture my body, and essence, love me uh!
“The Truth About Her”
I tear up just thing about you when I’m away from you I crave you, I want you, I have an orgasm, I fucked you, I suck you, I have an orgasm. Damn I love you!
The journey will blow your mind but the finding will stimulate your soul. Come explore. You’re welcome! My mind, body and soul is a terrible, but powerful tool any time of the day. So be careful where you tread for you may like where I take you. Just be ready for anything because anything might happen. I’m a wonder of great possibilities. Limitless and endless discoveries.
Side Bar: Working on these two books together is almost like living to different lives. I can’t wait until you all get the finished project of them both. I hope you all enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
Sending you all love and kisses. #GoddessLove
Not all things are as they seem, some
are quite the opposite. I know because I
have experienced that miraculous
opposite myself. See I am Kenya and
while visiting my Auntie in Charleston,
South Carolina something new and
exciting, but a little scary happened to
me. I guess I might as well start from the beginning.
Have you ever met a woman who you just had to have? Have you ever wanted her to yourself? If she had children, you wanted to send them away to be with their father or just away period? She was the kind of woman who made you laugh, cry, smile, blush, shy away, nervous and horny all in one breath. She could make the muscle in the pit of your stomach hurt for days and you had no idea why. She could make you desire the deadliest poison even if in your right mind you knew it could kill you. If not then let me introduce you the Mercedes Walker. Her body alone makes you want her but her mind in its self is a whole other concern by itself. She let you know from the beginning it will only be about sex and then when you do, you forget about life and want only to do what she wants and says.
Mercedes Walker was born ordinary but she grew to learn that it’s Mercedes’ world and she used that power to where she is today. Did she use the numerator to get to the denominator? The truth is she know things that most know but are afraid to use it to the best of their abilities. So, the answer is simply, yes. Without lifting a hand, she always gets what she wants because she always has someone and everyone to answer her every waken beck and call.
What do you asked could a woman do with so much power and why would any want to rule in such a dysfunctional manner? Well Mercedes is not your average woman and she will never be any less than what she can be.
Written by K.D. Spann
Twelve will die; twelve has to die, because someone has to pay for what they did to Peter Jones. Twelve years ago, a dozen of citizens including two law officers beat him to death for a crime he didn’t commit.
Ashley Montes lied to the police because Peter wouldn’t take her serious as a young woman, so she told the authorities that he raped her. This lie would soon come back to haunt her and the families of the dozen that murdered him for the rest of their lives.
Now in the future three very different detectives will find out the hard way that no one messes with the dead. They would have to solve the hennas of crimes and murders ever in their careers, but one will die because she knows the truth and is too close to the murderous victim. Will the remaining two solve a twelve-year-old crime before more is killed or will they crack and leave a serial killer on the loose?