Skipping: PROGRESS ON BOOK!

I was thinking over the weekend and started to write a chapter that has not even come up yet! LOL. I began think about after the climax how would I not end the story but calm it down and I found it! Mind you, I haven't even gotten to the climax of the book yet, but I already know the aftermath of whatever happens. **LAUGHS** Not giving that away! (FOR YOU COLETTE!) I was just very amazed at how it flowed onto the paper. Like it was time for me to write it down and have it ready for when I got to that point. It felt like the characters were saying "we don't care whe you put here as long as you know this is what's going to happen here.

UnEdited: THE Interview with Denille

As I drove to Denille’s home I re-thought a few of my questions and debated on whether I’d ask them. I did not want to go so in depth with the interview because I didn’t want to give away everything, and Denille’s not the type of guy that’s afraid of talking about himself, it’s just he doesn’t want to talk on behalf of others. I drove down Main St. and a mile and a half out of town is a large white-gray brick house. I approached the shiny black wrought iron gate that was designed with an Old English letter “T” centered atop the 15 ft. frame gate and then I buzzed in. A gentle feminine voice came out of the black metal box. “Hello?”


“Hi, I ‘m here for an—“

“Interview? Yes, come on in Nikki.”

I grinned because I then knew who the voice belonged to. It was Camille, Denille’s mom. The gate opened and I drove down the bricked drive. Their front was also in a circled shape but only two cars parked in the front. A brilliant white and tint-less Audi AT3 R9 and a black Dodge Charger with the windows blacked out by the tint. By it only being Camille and Denille they have no need for so many cars, but their house was also large. The beautiful white-gray brick home also had a second story the windows were trimmed in navy and the greenery was lavish despite the cool weather and temp. I gathered my things and stepped out. I again hoped to myself that these books sold so I could at least buy me a better car. I think a Maxima would do me just good. I made my way up the gray concrete steps to the large blue double doors. Before I could knock the door swung open.

“Hi little lady.” Camille said jokingly because she was shorter than me at a height of only 5’ 1” she was desperately touching the midget department, but I didn’t say that. She had on dark gray and pink yoga sweats and a long sleeve yoga top that matched. With naturally straight dark brown hair pulled back you could see that her facial features were as flawless as her son’s. Being of Creole descent her skin color had a hint of brown, which gave her an eggshell complexion. Her eyes were a reddish-brown and her sleek well-manicured eyebrows gave her an I-mean-business-look.

“Hello, Mrs. Townsend.”

She close the door behind me, “Please, call me Camille. I hate being so formal.” She laughed and walked me down mint and forest green hall. As we walked I caught eye of all the family photos, Camille and Daniel’s (Camille’s husband) weeding portraits. The baby photos of Denille and his brother Tristan. There were even photos of Camille’s father and uncles that currently reside in Louisiana. Just before we reached Camille’s office I noticed two paintings on the wall that I knew I had seen before. I pointed and she lightly touched the one of the paintings gold gilded frames.

“I love this painting. It’s very special to me.” Camille’s red-brown eyes glazed over as she looked upon the lion’s detailed form. “Did you know that Karah’s grandmother painted this?” She looked at me and then back to the painting and then she smirked, “and all that time she was right down the street from me.”

I knew I had recognized the piece of art work. Anduele was a very gifted painter and had an extensive collection that had been sold for very large numbers way before Karah was born. The other was of the a small black wolf cub with blue eyes. I knew the story behind that painting but wasn’t sure that Camille did and I was not going to say anymore than I had to. She opened a white door to her office and ushered me in.

“You guys can sit—“

“We’re gonna do the interview in my room.” Denille’s voice came around the corner before he did. The low baritone voice was smooth and very sensual.

Camille and I turned around and he was standing there with a canned Cherry Coke in one hand and a large sandwich in the other. Denille Townsend stands at 6’6” or 7”, he is of athletic build. The heather gray v-neck T-shirt fits perfectly over his body. The cut of the neckline is cut just enough that I can see the fringes of a tattoo. His arms are corded with muscle the lights make his skin tone beam. He had on a pari of relaxed fit denim jeans from Abercrombie and Fitch. Sneakers? Gray and black Nikes, what else. He smiled and those lovely dimples in both of his chiseled cheeks complimented his gunmetal gray eyes. His hair was loose around his face and caught to his collarbone and the black leather rope necklace around his neck. It had grown quite a bit.

Camille huffed and placed her perfect little hands on her unbelievably toned hips, “If you drop any of that on my floor I’m gonna—“

“I cleaned it all up mom.” He went straight into child mode deducing his tone to that of a twelve year-old. And even though Camille had to look up at her son when he came over and kissed her forehead you could tell that he knew she meant business. She smiled at the gesture and slapped him just below the shoulder. For one that’s the highest she could reach without getting on her tiptoes.

“We’ll be out back in the pool house if you need me.”

Camille offered me something to drink and eat. I respectfully declined and she left, making her way back up the stairs.

With a nudge from his elbow—which I might add grazed my shoulder—he had me to follow him out the main house to the pool house. The pool was covered with a black tarp to prevent leaves and other garbage. We walked around and entered an almost smaller replica of the larger home. By the time we entered Denille had completely devoured the sandwich and belching from the soda. He excused himself and tossed the can into the trash. The pool house was a large area that suited this bachelor. The walls were painted navy with white trim along the ceiling. The carpet was soft and light gray. It felt like walking on air as I made my way over to the oversized wingchair. There was a TV that was almost the size of the wall it was hanging on. Not to mention the PS3 and a Wii underneath. The guy had a very large collection of DVDs and games. He sat down in big bed of a sofa and took a deep breath and I pulled out my paper, pen and recorder.

NF: Are you ready?

Denille cleared his throat and smiled.

DT: Shoot.

NF: So, Denille, you’re how old?

DT: Eighteen.

NF: And you’re the youngest of the two?

He hesitated but answered.

DT: Yes.

NF: Can I ask you a little about your brother?

He began to shuffle his large body in the suede chair and the winced.

DT: You may—a little.

NF: Your brother Tristan, he is?

DT: With my father.

NF: And where is that?

Denille shrugged and stared off towards the dark TV screen.

DT: Don’t know.

NF: So you haven’t heard from either one of them? At all?

He only shook his head. I had a feeling that he was getting somewhere around that “no-fly” zone but I asked another anyway.

NF: Did he and you get along?

DT: Somewhat, I mean we were young and just became old enough to roughhouse a bit together and then –he snapped—he was gone.

I saw how much bringing up his brother was hurting him so I diverted to another topic.

NF: Maybe one day he’ll make his way back home.

DT: He’s welcome.

I lifted my eyes to him and narrowed my stare.

NF: But not your father?

DT: Nope—and before you ask, I don’t want to talk about him and you know why?

NF: Fair enough.

I crossed out my next two questions and skipped down to Camille.

NF: So, your mom, I see that you and her have a great relationship.

Again he winced and those bright grays shined.

DT: Yeeaaaaah, she and I weren’t always so close. After “he” left –father—I took to a rebellious stage and completely drove her nuts. I was horrible—he shook his head and sat up, placing his elbows on his thighs—my mom didn’t know what to do with me. She would ramble around the house in speaking French and Spanish. It was insane. I was bad. Real bad.

He laughed.

NF: So what happened?

DT: I realized that no one will take care of my mom. No one but me, she needs me to be the man she taught me to be. If I had kept going I would have been just like “him”.

NF: Do you think if you had kept on on that path you and Karah would have gotten together?

He shook his head rapidly smiling.

DT: Hell no. Karah is…so different.

As he talks about her his posture changes, his face is in an awe expression. It was as if he was looking right at her.

NF: So this relationship.

DT: Yeah.

NF: Do you love her? Do you see love in the future?

DT: I would not say love, but I do feel something for her. She’s so…it’s unexplainable. She loves to laugh and that makes me happy. I want to love but I’m not so quick to love someone, in fact I don’t think I’ve ever been in love before, but I know that when I do I’m going to hold on to it. Karah and I are just starting in this relationship but I do know that even if she and I don’t last I want her to be in my life. –he huffed—And if she and I are to be just friends then whoever she ends up with better deal with it.

NF: So, I can say that you, like her, is in that strong like stage?

He chuckled and rubbed his flushed cheeks grazing his lovely dimples.

DT: You can say that. Wait, is that what she said?

I tilted my head.

NF: Did you not read the interview on the blog? Come on Dee, I thought you’d have read it by now.

DT: Nope. I have not gotten to it.

NF: But did she tell you about her viewy with me?

DT: In so many words. She told that you asked about us but she didn’t go into detail.

NF: It was no different than what I’m asking you, she is just very straight forward. Which is what I love about her.

DT: You too?

He ran his hands through his hair.

NF: Yeah, I like how strong she is. She takes no shit.

DT: Right. Like me.

He nodded as if he was giving her his approval. From the couch.

NF: You two are alike, is that a good thing or a bad thing?

DT: It’s good she and I have our differences. We’ve had our run ins with others and there were times when I wanted to just pummel the guy and she talked me down. And then ther were times when I had to hold her back from doing the same…to the same guy!

He let out a sexy outburst of laughter.

I laughed along with him because just him looking the way he looked was funny.

DT: Oh, so look funny eh?

NF: Now you’re reading?

DT: Sorry Nikki your mind is so open that I can hear almost everything you’re thinking.

I hate it when they do that.

DT: I can stop though –he tapped his temple—I can control it better than when it started.

NF: Do you see anything else with your other gift?

He gave me a –you-know-not-to-ask-me-that stare.

NF: My bad. For the book?

DT: And you know it.

NF: I see that you and Karah both share something that I can talk about.

DT: Which is?

NF: Your interracial backgrounds. Have you and she had any problems with others?

DT: No not really. I mean not like my mom and “him” got in the past or maybe her mom and dad got. Her family, along with mine, is very diverse. I love the fact that we all get along and there is no negativity. Not to say that we won’t run into ignorance but we’re prepared for it. She strong and so am I. Besides when I’m not around she has Tala. That chick is carazy.

He laughed and kicked his legs up on the mahogany coffee table.

NF: Yeah Tala is a piece of work. But again I like that about her, she says just how she feels.

DT: I think she got that from her mom, Isa, that’s one tough woman. Miss Crystal is lovely, you know, that silent but deadly type but Isa is just deadly. You see death coming and she wears Manolos.

Together we laughed.

NF: Okay Denille, I’m going to let you go. I don’t want to hold you up because I think you’re going out tonight to the Court right?

DT:Yep, gotta hang with Ash and the others.

NF: No Karah?

DT: Later. She’s trying to beat my score on the PS3.

He pointed to the thousands of dollars worth of gaming equipment.

NF: Gotta love her huh?

He nodded and stood up.

DT: Maybe.

Well, that was a way of still not answering my love question. Good one Dee.

We hugged and he escorted me to my car. Joked about the old thing and waved as I drove out of the gate.


I would like to thank Camille and Denille for allowing me to visit their lovely home. Next? Tala. Now that might be a viewy for the books.

Denille's Interview Status

I talked to Denille today and we have agreed that I will interview him tomorrow around 4PM, so that means his interview won't be posted till Friday afternoon. He says that he prefers I be comfortable when I begin to ask the unknown. Whatever that meant. I think that he is used to flashing that smile of his and getting exactly what he wants. It's not intentional, it's just he has that thing about him that makes girls weak in the knees.
He also hinted that Karah was a bit more at ease once he talked with her after I left. That she need not be so angry that I didnt write EVERY thing that went down. He told her that some of that stuff was boring to him, so now he thinks she mad with him. But he also says he thinks he knows why she so touchy right now. LOL.
So Denille's interview will be conducted tomorrow evening and if you have a question (any kind) please feel free to post it and I'll ask him. Or if you like you can log on to his blog and ask him yourself.

http://denilletownsend.blogspot.com/

Wish me luck!..
Nikki Frierson

UnEdited: THE Interview with Karah

Let me inform you that I did this interview at the Avayah residence. This large, lavish estate that was aesthetically designed by Karah’s mom Crystal.
I pulled up to the large Mediterranean home and parked. My car, an old Lincoln Town car, compared to the ones that circled the pebbled drive, was an eyesore. There was a bright white Mercedes G Wagon, Grace’s. A cranberry BMW 745, Crystal’s. A blacked out Yukon that belonged to the Aunts, and an old school SS Implala, black with white racing stripes along the top from the hood to the trunk, which belonged to Nathaniel, Karah’s uncle, who is also Tala’s father. I had the liberty of parking behind Karah’s beautiful smoke gray Bentley GT. Trust me when I say, it’s more beautiful in person. Pictures don’t do it justice.

The cold weather had not stopped all of Crystal’s flowers from throwing out subtle aromas and roll up my nose. The oak trees seem to cradle the large home and the others lingered, taking their place as part of the scene. I heard a creaking noise from behind and there, in the huge door jamb stood Anduele, Karah’s grandmother. She smiled and motionsed her hand for me to come in. As I walked up the red-orange brick, the many scents of spices and foods breezed by her and out of the door into the air, mingling with the fresh air and flowers.
Once I got to Anduele, I saw that for her age she appeared very young and from the info I was given she was nearly in her mid sixties, early seventies, but this woman was not at all—

“I’m 68, liyala.” She answered my thought and just to let you know the term liyala means sweetheart or darling.

“Sorry”, I muttered, clamping my leather tote under my arm.

I grimaced as I realized that I had forgotten she was very strong in her telepathic ability. Still she did not look sixty-eight. Her bronze skin was smooth and her face looked that of a forty year-old. Very little wrinkles. Anywhere. Her hair caught just at the middle of her back in its black and white divide. The crown of her mane was a sharp silver, almost white, and the back was an ebony black, the light from the overhead crystal chandelier in the large ivory and yellow foyer made it sparkle a little. Crazy right? She had on a pair of blue jeans and a Miami Heat sweat shirt. I wondered, if grandma dressed like this, how did mom dress? Her bright hazel eyes watched me as I twirled around looking at the large home. There were family photos on the canary yellow walls, that were trimmed in ivory paneling and each was trimmed in an elegant frame. The warmth of her arm shocked me and she chuckled.

“Sorry, I’m a bit nervous.” I tried to smile and she laughed a bit louder.

“Well, if you’re nervous then think how my umeli feels.” Umeli means beloved. She walked across the black cherry floor, to the steps that led to the second floor and called for Karah. It wasn’t a yell or a shout just a soft roll of her granddaughter’s name.

I heard the muffled words “be down in a minute” and Anduele ushered me to the living room. The room was large and very extravagant. The floor-to-ceiling books shelves were stuffed with books and lovely artifacts that appeared to be a bit valuable.

“Sit here child, and I’ll get you something to drink.” Anduele showed me to one of the two large sherry colored sofas and disappeared around the corner. I took out my pen and paper, and my recorder, making sure everything was ready. The other side of the room looked like an office space. There was a large desk , neatly covered with papers a large HP monitor and frame photographs of family. Behind the aged woodened desk was an old studded rust-colored leather chair that seemed to have met its purpose and been used rather well. And a huge conference table where they held their—

“Hello, Nikki.” Karah’s voice was low but strong, just like her grandmother’s.

“Hi, Karah.” I nodded.

She had on a lovely black cashmere sweater, heavily distressed dark denim jeans and no shoes or socks. There was a glare from her middle toe. A toe ring. Simple but elegant. “Heated floors.” she held up her left foot. The one with the jewelry. “That’s the reason for no shoes.” Giving a half smile, she came in, and sat down across from me in the other large sofa, literally stuffing her little frame into the supple leather. Her brown skin glowed against the room’s soft lighting and she had her jet black hair pulled up in a messy ball but some shaded her face and I was not able to see her stare completely. Suddenly her head snapped to attention and there they were. The most stunning sapphire-blue eyes I’d ever seen on anyone especially a—“

“Black girl?” She laughed low and revealed her even pearly whites in the process. “I know.”

I cleared my throat. Not saying a word.

“C’mon Nikki, you’ve seen me before and we both know why you’re nervous right here, right now.”

Yeah, because there were parts of her story that had to be cut because of their nature. I couldn’t put that—

“Then don’t think of it then.” She said flatly and waved her hair from her face. “Now, let’s get on with this viewy, I have a movie date with Dee.”

I adjusted myself in the seat and placed my pen to the paper.

NF: So, Karah, how’s life?

KA: Well, it’s been lovely. I’m still up for valedictorian. I still have the opportunity to go to any college or university I want. I have a new car, did you see it outside?

Her eyes beamed like halogen bulbs as she spoke of her gift.

NF: I did and who gave it to you again?

KA: My Grandpa Teri. It was an early graduate gift. How they surprised me was funny.

NF: I know, and were you surprised at the how of it all?

She shook her head as she played with her toes.

KA: No, not really, I was surprised at the way it all came together.

NF: Ah, yes, Mr. Townsend. Can we talk about him for a bit?

Even through the uneasy expression on her face she nodded.

KA: Sure, why not. Does he know you’re here?

NF: In a way.

KA: Explain that one.

NF: He knew that I was going to ask you a few questions but not what about.


Karah’s head inclined.

KA: But I’m sure that we both know that he knows what about.

NF: At first, that was going to be my basis of this interview but I changed my mind.

KA: Why? What changed?

NF: I don’t want to give away everything about you before the books gets out there.

KA: Yeah, I want others to know about what’s coming to them.

At this point Karah is very forthcoming and honest. At one point she was very solitary and quiet.


KA: You can thank your boy for that.


She smiled as if she pictured him here with us.


NF: So, about Denille, are you in love or do you consider this a teenage relationship and that it will only last the typical high school relationship term?

Which was probably a few months max.

KA: I think that he and I have strong emotions towards each other, but I would not say love. Love is meant for people that know what to do with it. I’m not at that point yet. I’m very levelheaded when it comes to that type of emotion. I think that if you love someone, give that piece of your heart to another, they have to be worthy of it, don’t you think? I mean if that was the case then every guy Tala has been with would have been love right?

NF: So you’re just a strong like right now?

KA: I mean there’s a connection there that neither one of us can explain but even the unexplainable aren’t always a good thing.

NF: Have you two kissed?


She cleared her throat and her bronzed cheeks flushed red. Really red. But she didn’t answer

NF: Was that the answer?

I noted the flush of her face.

KA: You got it.

Together, we laughed, and I noted Tala.

NF: Does Tala know about it?


She nodded.

KA: And she’s not too fond of this viewy either.


Karah flicked her hand between the both of us. Tala was very personal but not. She wants to tell things on her own terms.

NF: Then I’ll have to talk to her about her right?

KA: Right.

She flashed those eyes of hers at me and smiled.

NF: But you’re still mad at me about parts of the book right?

KA: I am sorta.


She shrugged.


NF: Sorta? Do you get why I had to take out those parts?

KA: I do but, I can say this. If after you post this someone asks me what we’re talking about I’m going to tell them, deal?

NF: Deal.



Karah’s eyes sparkled against the lights and it made me wonder.



NF: Tell me, about your eyes. Where ever did you get them?

KA: Pearl Vision. Where do you think?

NF: But your mom has brown.

KA: But supposedly my father…



She allowed that sentence to fade and I didn’t push.



NF: Why do you hide them?

KA: Um- yeah…



She pulled the band from her hair and let it fall down to her shoulders and it looked like a black sea of waves.



KA: …you know what they say, “you don’t like what you don’t understand”?



I nodded.



KA: Well that’s the reason. I always caught people staring at me when I was little and if that wasn’t enough I’d catch their thoughts and trust me when I say not all of them were compliments, you get me?

NF: I think that I like that say ‘ignorance is bliss’.



She smiled.



KA: Maybe.

NF: So your family is close yes?

KA: A bit too close sometimes.

NF: How so?

KA: Well, like right now, they are all in the kitchen right now wondering what we’re talking about and I can guarantee that they’ll ask me what we talked about after you left.

NF: Does your grandmother always read everyone’s mind like that?

KA: No, she sometimes can’t help but hear, but I think she’s trying now not to hear us. Her hearing is extreme, like mine. And sometimes she pulls that CIA thing and taps into their heads.



I lifted my eyes to her.



NF: But not yours?



Karah laughed loudly.



KA: No, she has to ask my permission to enter my head. It’s weird because she is so strong and the one mind she can’t break into is of an 18 year-old. She only sees what I want her to see and then I have to open my mind to hers. I know what she knows. It’s eerie.

NF: Are you stronger than her?



Her eyes grew into narrow blue slits.


KA: I don’t know about that, we match on so many levels but I…I won’t go into detail.

NF: Save it for the book?

KA: Yeah, for the book.



NF: So your mom?



She ran her fingers through her thick hair and took in a deep breath.



KA: Yeah?

NF: How did she cope with you when you were little?

KA: She did really well. I don’t think that she thought so but I’m not dead so I’d call that a great parent wouldn’t you? Besides, she’s my friend and I love her no matter what. She’s done so much for me that I’d never be able to repay her, not even if I had a lifetime to try.

NF: And what does she think of Denille?

KA: Oh, God, (she laughs) She loves him, along with everyone else here. They took to him (she snapped her fingers)like that.

NF: So does your mom date?

KA: Nah, but we know why.

NF: Yes, yes we do.

KA: Can’t say that I blame her though. To be in love, it seems, makes you…

NF: Love?

KA: Yeah.

I chuckled at how surprised she is about the subject of love. She loves her family but when it comes to the opposite sex she is still a babe.

She looked me with those high-beam Sapphires glowing, and she smiled, then checked her watch.

NF: What time is Denille supposed to come by?

KA: Around seven.

I checked my watch. It was fifteen till.


NF: So let me hurry and ask this. Do you feel more comfortable, you know, now that you are more sociable with others?

KA: I do, but I also feel that there’s something coming. I feel that the more I open up and take in everything, you know, the things I always ignored, that there is something big that’s going to replace it.


Her well-arched eyebrows drew closer as she thought.

KA: Like and impending storm about to wreak havoc on the world and I’m not gonna be able to stop it. It’s a crazy rumble in my stomach.


Then she laughed it off.


KA: Or maybe I’m just hungry.


I noted the ‘impending storm’ comment. I knew that it meant something but if she had no idea how could I?


NF: Okay Karah, I’m gonna let you go and get ready for your movie date. What are you going to see?


She smiled shyly.

KA: We’re not going anywhere. We’re gonna watch the movie here, in the theater room. Down that way.

She pointed in the same direction that her grandmother had went earlier for my drink. The drink I never received.

KA: Anduele does that. But she said that knowing you weren’t thirsty. She used that as an excuse to leave because she heard me coming. She’s quirky that way.

The doorbell rang and Karah like the speed of sound, shot to the door. I shoved all of my things into my tote and slung it over my shoulder.

When I got to the door there he stood. Denille stood like a giant to my 5’5 height. He was a foot taller than me and poor Karah looked so sweet on her toes hugging him around his neck. His black-brown hair fell over into his face and he quickly pulled it back. He looked up and his vivid gray eyes froze me in my place, then he smiled a perfect smile and those lip-biting dimples, on both of his olive colored cheeks, showed up. Man he was a great specimen of male.

“Hi Nikki” his voice was deep and soft as he let Karah’s waist go and her feet caught solid on the floor.

“Hi Denille.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah” I held up my bag, “Gotta an interview to post.” I made my way past them because the door was still open.

“Hey,” he called and I turned around to him, “You know you gotta interview me next right?” He laughed.

“Maybe.” I quickly nodded at Karah, she returned the gesture and smiled, gripping Denille’s large hand.

I shut the door, got into my…car, and headed home.

This interview was not editied in any way and I want to thank Karah, and The Avayah Family for allowing me to visit.

-Nikki Frierson

Interview With Karah!

I finished my interview with Karah and it shall be posted later on today. I'll admit, she is a beautiful girl, but she is so not one of those girly girls, you know the ones that dress up and have to constantly check themselves in a mirror? yeah, no, she's not that kind. I think that based on the information that she shared with me her interview will be eye-opening yet still you'll have to read the book. What made it so funny was when the others found out about the interview with Karah, they all wanted to know if they would be interviewed also. Especially Tala, she was very adamant about why she should be questioned. Denille just said that if he must he'd participate and Ashton the same. Grace, I believe that she wouldn't care either way, but that little one of hers Sophie? yeah she's destined to be in front of someone's camera. The dear thing she tried desperately to stay with Karah during the interview, but Grace said it was time for her nap.

Anyway, I'll post it later on today!

Happy Reading
Nikki Frierson

A New Day

I hope that everyone had a great holiday, I know I did. I've been cutting and re-writing some chapters because they did not flow and the Karah, along with a few others were getting a bit pissed because the story was not going in the direction it was suppose to. I dont think I'm her fave right now, which is why I'm slowly and carefully taking my time with finishing this.
I admit, I flew through the first book and began to write the second. I figured that there had to be a stopping point and I found it. Now that she did agree with...LOL.... I think that if I'd have gone on it would have gotten a bit boring adn we don't want that right? Right, so I will continue to proof read the first book (which is 22 chapters by-the-by) and then find someone (publisher) that finds it publish worthy. I think that if I get it right I have a chance.
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As you can see I have began to write another story and yes the name is Patience. He is a vampire that has found love but has to also take on the fact that he must subject her to the world of darkness. Nahalla, is the love of Patience's-or Pay as she calls him-life. She becomes aware of what he is and in the process learns who she really is. He feels unworthy, but with the help of a medaling mom, Silence, and sisters, he learns that his shortcomings are exactly why she loves him. Yes, there is a war brewing and Patience, along with his brother Shy, his brothers-in-law, and their race's gaurd they have to ultimately face their enemy head-on. What Patience doesn't know is that Nahalla is not going to let him fight alone. Her past gives her the strength to stand beside him and not behind him.

I love this story because it started as a short erotica and the flourished in to a full on novel...LMAO...Yes, this is strictly for the adults, so I would not recommend this to your kids, but you, the adult, you may love this! LOL
So stop by and check on my progress and make sure you click on Karah and the others' blogs and read how their days are going, I'm sure they'd love it. Leave a comment or message and see what they say!

-Nikki Frierson

Introducing "Patience"

As you can read on the top left you see that there are two more books a that have been added and yes I am in the process of writing those also. I am hoping to finish the first book by February and the second by May.

Patience was an idea that was a short story but then it flourished into a full out story. He literally won't stop taling to me!..LOL... I think Karah and the others are feeling a bit offened that I have taken Patience under my wing. He is so humble and yet powerful. He is strong in his emotions which make him a flame among a room filled with gasoline. I think that he has a story that he wants to tell and I'll be telling it. If he feels that there is something he wants to tell you HE'LL tell you!...LOL


So stay tuned to the progress of Karah's two books and Intoducing Patience to the world!

-Nikki