It has been six months since I published No Strings Allowed under my pseudonym Desha Durham and I still get giddy when I get the opportunity to say to someone: “I’m a published author”. For more than 20 years I was a “writer” but it was my heart’s desire to be more. Now, here I am. I am here. In this place. Writing and shit.
Francesca and Thomas’ story was fun for me to write. It was very out-of-the-box for me and was surprisingly easy to write. Now I’m working on part two of that project and the excitement continues. I don’t have a release date just yet but I will drop a lil somethin’ somethin’ soon. As a matter of fact, I think I will hop on that “Sample Sunday” train that I’ve seen CCJ and Te Russ drive. It’s such a great idea and it definitely keeps me hungry for more.
Below is an excerpt. Enjoy!
As she stepped into the lobby of the hotel after handing her car over to the valet, she realized neither she nor Thomas had discussed plans beyond the time and place for that night. They had not even exchanged phone numbers. Always a smart woman, Francesca did not let uncertainty make her misstep. Instead she kept her back straight and headed for the hotel’s bar with confidence and proceeded to order a drink. She savored that first sip as the smooth liquor eased down her throat leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. The air shifted to her right as someone slid onto the barstool beside her.
“My, my, my Francesca, it was a pleasure watching you walk into this hotel. I must say, you are even more beautiful in person.”
She turned to her right and gave the man an appraising look. His voice was unexpectedly deep and incredibly sexy, causing an uncontrollable shiver to run down her spine. The dark hair she had admired only hours earlier on her computer screen was wavy and rumpled as if he had ran his hands through it several times before she saw him. His green eyes were even more intense up close and she noticed they were flecked with brown, making them appear almost hazel. He sported a neatly trimmed beard instead of the shadow from his profile picture. It was nestled under a set of full pink lips which were curved into sultry grin. He wore a suit that hugged his broad shoulders in such a way that she knew instantly it had been tailored made, as it fit him perfectly. His feet were encased in leather dress shoes and were resting comfortably on the floor despite him sitting on a bar stool. You know what they say about tall men with big feet. She restrained herself from taking a peek. Instead, she arched an eyebrow at him.
“No need for flattery, Thomas. We both know I’m going to fuck you regardless.” His eyes widened in surprise momentarily before it disappeared, replaced by desire and a bit of admiration. He slid back off the stool and held her arm as she followed his example.
“Well why don’t we head upstairs and see where the night takes us.”