Who are the characters of Unfinished Business...
If you're a woman, you're probably quite familiar with the main character. Either you've walked in her shoes or know someone who has. Lydia Love is a smart, confident, career focused young woman. She has a strong family bond, terrific girlfriends, and is on the road to promotion at work. And she's got more than one man after her heart. For the most part, Lydia makes good decisions, unless Thomas Cunningham, the man she got herself sprung out on during college is involved. Then she just gets kinda stuck on stupid.
Or maybe you can identify more with Lydia's bestfriend, Sandra. Like Lydia she made some right moves too, at least attending college. But she was more interested in landing a man who would provide her with the finer things of life. Now that she's got that, she's wondering if the finer things in life compensate for the lack of fidelity on the part of her husband.
Thomas Cunningham is a man many women have encountered at one time or another in their lives, unfortunately. He's a "Mr. Lover Man". He's fine, he's sexy, he's the epitome of masculinity and sensuality and he knows how to make a woman feel that "thang". No wonder poor Lydia can't resist him :) Like most men, Thomas wants his cake and wants to eat it some, then more and more. And guess what? He'll keep doing it until he finally get's BUSTED!
Roy Collins is one of the good guys in the story, which of course, means he finishes last. Right? Maybe, maybe not. He may be kind, dependable, committment-phobia free, but he's not a complete sucker. Yes, he loves Lydia. Has loved her since they met as teenagers. But he also knows his worth as a man. Knows the right woman would be lucky to have him. And he has no plans of waiting for Lydia to take her sweet time deciding what man is best for her. Or does he?
Get ready for more. The book is on the way...
Your Author,
LA Jefferson
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
It felt really good to have attended my monthly writers' meeting on Saturday. I was late, but I made it. As usual, the meeting was inspirational and encouraging. Just to be in the presence of people who are in the place that I'm aspiring to be as well as those who are on the same page. During my couple of minutes on the floor, in which I introduced myself, I spoke with a comfort that surprised even me. You see, although I've been a member of Motown Writer's Network for four years, I've only attended, maybe, four meetings. But I was always nervous and uncomfortable speaking about what I was working on. Not this time, though.
After the meeting, of course, I was all pumped up about writing. If it were possible, I would've spent the rest of the weekend writing. Funny, though, I wasn't really feeling any of the three or four current projects that I have in progress. So I kept the focus on Unfinished Business.
The final proof copy (hopefully) is scheduled to arrive in the next few days. I'm totally excited about that. By May, my debut project will finally be available for sale.
I appreciate all of the support and patience.
After the meeting, of course, I was all pumped up about writing. If it were possible, I would've spent the rest of the weekend writing. Funny, though, I wasn't really feeling any of the three or four current projects that I have in progress. So I kept the focus on Unfinished Business.
The final proof copy (hopefully) is scheduled to arrive in the next few days. I'm totally excited about that. By May, my debut project will finally be available for sale.
I appreciate all of the support and patience.
Monday, March 16, 2009
New excerpt from Unfinished Business... Anticipated release date is May 1, 2009! Thanks for your patience. It's been a long time coming.
“What’s that?” Lydia thought, slowing her steps. Behind them, she thought she heard a noise in the otherwise silent night. Footsteps, maybe. Of course, she wasn’t waiting to confirm her suspicion. Using her better judgment, she quickened her steps, pulling Alicia along side her. Hurriedly, she forced her key into the front door, unlocking it. Once she and Alicia were inside, Lydia turned to close and double lock the door. Then, as she was closing the door, she was shaken by a leather gloved hand reaching inside.
Lydia reached for the large pipe wrench she kept in the corner behind her entrance door for protection when an all-too familiar voice called out to her, “It’s me, Lydia. Thomas.”
His sudden appearance startled Lydia. Not enough, though, for her to not take notice of how exceptionally gorgeous and sexy Thomas was, coolly dressed in a dark blue pair of baggy Sean Jean jeans, an oversized button down shirt. Shamefully, a flash of her undressing him passed through her mind and she felt her body respond with the same twinge of desire as though they’d just been together yesterday. Quickly, though, she forced those thoughts out of her mind.
“Thomas, what the hell are you doing here?” She spat, angrily.
“Who’s that, Auntie Liddy?” Alicia asked, quietly, peeking her head from behind Lydia’s leg. Lydia quickly turned her attention to an inquisitive looking Alicia.
“Nobody, honey. Take these bags upstairs. Right now,” she added sternly when Alicia didn’t get moving along fast enough.
When she was sure Alicia was out of earshot, Lydia stepped outside the door. Plastering her hands on her hips, she said again, but more sternly, “What are you doing here?”
Thomas was calm, completely unmoved by her obvious anger. He moved in closer to her, making her eyes nervously avoid his. “If I’m not mistaken, you did say you needed to see how serious I was—so here I am.”
She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard—like she was supposed to be impressed or something. Rolling her eyes, she replied, “Yeah, well, I also remember telling you that I didn’t want to you see for awhile. And now, here you are, completely disregarding what I asked. Besides, you can see, I’m busy—so I need you to leave.”
“Come on,” Thomas pressed, sounding all Rico Suave cool. “I’m trying to show you how serious I am about this. You and me.”
“While I can appreciate your efforts, this is not the time. So consider yourself dismissed. Next time, call to see if you’re welcomed, so you don’t waste your time or mine,” Lydia walked away coldly, turning her back to him. After one final glare for added emphasis, Lydia resolutely closed the door in his face.
Ruthless satisfaction was surmounting within her as she peeked through the picture window of her home watching a bewildered Thomas tread slowly to his car, a sharp winter white Lincoln Navigator, her favorite luxury SUV. Though she felt a tinge of guilt coming over her, she relinquished it quickly, having no room for the old, softy, sucka’ for love Lydia to resurface.
The coldness with which Thomas had treated her in the past forced Lydia to travel a different road with him, a less foolish one. When she and Thomas were together, she’d always put herself at his beckon call. It was all about him. Making him happy was all that mattered to her.
This was a new day, she declared to herself as she finally turned away from the window. Thomas had just encountered his first dose of the new Lydia.
@ 2009 LA Jefferson
“What’s that?” Lydia thought, slowing her steps. Behind them, she thought she heard a noise in the otherwise silent night. Footsteps, maybe. Of course, she wasn’t waiting to confirm her suspicion. Using her better judgment, she quickened her steps, pulling Alicia along side her. Hurriedly, she forced her key into the front door, unlocking it. Once she and Alicia were inside, Lydia turned to close and double lock the door. Then, as she was closing the door, she was shaken by a leather gloved hand reaching inside.
Lydia reached for the large pipe wrench she kept in the corner behind her entrance door for protection when an all-too familiar voice called out to her, “It’s me, Lydia. Thomas.”
His sudden appearance startled Lydia. Not enough, though, for her to not take notice of how exceptionally gorgeous and sexy Thomas was, coolly dressed in a dark blue pair of baggy Sean Jean jeans, an oversized button down shirt. Shamefully, a flash of her undressing him passed through her mind and she felt her body respond with the same twinge of desire as though they’d just been together yesterday. Quickly, though, she forced those thoughts out of her mind.
“Thomas, what the hell are you doing here?” She spat, angrily.
“Who’s that, Auntie Liddy?” Alicia asked, quietly, peeking her head from behind Lydia’s leg. Lydia quickly turned her attention to an inquisitive looking Alicia.
“Nobody, honey. Take these bags upstairs. Right now,” she added sternly when Alicia didn’t get moving along fast enough.
When she was sure Alicia was out of earshot, Lydia stepped outside the door. Plastering her hands on her hips, she said again, but more sternly, “What are you doing here?”
Thomas was calm, completely unmoved by her obvious anger. He moved in closer to her, making her eyes nervously avoid his. “If I’m not mistaken, you did say you needed to see how serious I was—so here I am.”
She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard—like she was supposed to be impressed or something. Rolling her eyes, she replied, “Yeah, well, I also remember telling you that I didn’t want to you see for awhile. And now, here you are, completely disregarding what I asked. Besides, you can see, I’m busy—so I need you to leave.”
“Come on,” Thomas pressed, sounding all Rico Suave cool. “I’m trying to show you how serious I am about this. You and me.”
“While I can appreciate your efforts, this is not the time. So consider yourself dismissed. Next time, call to see if you’re welcomed, so you don’t waste your time or mine,” Lydia walked away coldly, turning her back to him. After one final glare for added emphasis, Lydia resolutely closed the door in his face.
Ruthless satisfaction was surmounting within her as she peeked through the picture window of her home watching a bewildered Thomas tread slowly to his car, a sharp winter white Lincoln Navigator, her favorite luxury SUV. Though she felt a tinge of guilt coming over her, she relinquished it quickly, having no room for the old, softy, sucka’ for love Lydia to resurface.
The coldness with which Thomas had treated her in the past forced Lydia to travel a different road with him, a less foolish one. When she and Thomas were together, she’d always put herself at his beckon call. It was all about him. Making him happy was all that mattered to her.
This was a new day, she declared to herself as she finally turned away from the window. Thomas had just encountered his first dose of the new Lydia.
@ 2009 LA Jefferson
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Hi All,
It's been awhile since I've posted, but after an inspiring event I attended on Sunday, I'm recharged about the publication of my first novel, Unfinished. Below you'll find a excerpt from the book to get your curiosity peaked for what's to come. Enjoy! And please feel free to comment.
LA Jefferson
Unfinished Business--Excerpt
“What the hell are you doing?” Lydia questioned herself in the back of her mind. She knew she’d been missing this kind of passion. Thomas was definitely making up for what she’d been missing as he continued pleasuring her with two of his fingers, massaging the inside of her thighs with his free hand, all the while tantalizing her with passion-filled kisses. Within minutes she released her pleasure all over his hand.
“Ummm,” Thomas groaned, all too proud of his accomplishment. He freed her lips from his, smiling seductively. “This is only the beginning.” He led her through her own house with strange familiarity until they reached her bedroom. After positioning her on the bed just the way he wanted her, Thomas disappeared, leaving her bewildered and throbbing for what she knew all too well awaited her. When he reentered the room, in one hand he had what looked like the remote control to her CD player, and in the other, a bowl of strawberries. He set the player where he wanted it, then put the remote on the night stand and joined Lydia on the bed.
A reflective grin crossed his lips as the familiar music from R&B love song writer and singer, Brian McKnight’s first CD began playing. Making love to slow jams had been a ritual between them. Maybe it was more fitting to say, one of their rituals. Thomas had always been a romantic and attentive lover. So she could only imagine what was getting ready to go down with the strawberries being brought into the mix.
Lydia smiled as Thomas slid her body so that her head was just below the headboard. Her body shivered with delightful nervous anticipation as Thomas slid her skirt and panties down her legs. On his way back up, he teased her inner thighs with the warmth and wetness of his tongue. When he found the center of her desire, she instinctively, palmed the back of his smooth head. Flicking her clitoris masterfully with the tip of his tongue, Thomas had Lydia near screaming, sending her body into convulsive-like movements across the bed.
“Okay, okay Thomas,” Lydia pleaded. “I can’t take this anymore,” she cooed, grabbing the thickness of his erection. “Please…,” she pleaded again.
“No, not yet,” Thomas denied her as be began dipping one strawberry at a time in and out of her center. She’d almost forgotten how big Thomas was on foreplay. He received no further interruption from her. By the time he finished, Lydia had cum multiple times and could hardly contain herself. Breathing heavily from the pleasure she just received, Lydia reached inside her side drawer, retrieving a condom from the supply she kept just in case. As spontaneous as her behavior tonight, she wasn’t so far gone not to make sure they were safe. She’d already suffered the consequence of making that mistake before.
Safety precautions taken care of, Thomas aligned his body with hers, teasing her by dipping the head of his hardness, quickly in and out of her, just enough to make her pull him into her. As he stroked her long and gentle, he stretched his hands towards her head, sliding his fingers through her hair. He knew she liked that. Thomas knew and did everything, and then some, just the way he knew she liked it. This night was all about her pleasure.
When Thomas quickened the pace of his stroke, she could tell he was getting ready to climax. He grabbed her hair tighter and pulled her closer to him. She mashed the tips of her fingers into his back wet with perspiration, preparing for her own climax. Their eyes locked as they simultaneously reached their pleasure peaks.
The next time Lydia opened her eyes, the clock read 4:30 A.M, an hour and a half before she had to get up for work. She had the weirdest dream about a wild night of sex with Thomas. But, she soon realized it wasn’t a dream when she felt Thomas’ limp body still on top of hers, his soft penis still partially inside her. She rolled her eyes to the top of her head. “So much for taking it slow,” she thought pitifully to herself.
It's been awhile since I've posted, but after an inspiring event I attended on Sunday, I'm recharged about the publication of my first novel, Unfinished. Below you'll find a excerpt from the book to get your curiosity peaked for what's to come. Enjoy! And please feel free to comment.
LA Jefferson
Unfinished Business--Excerpt
“What the hell are you doing?” Lydia questioned herself in the back of her mind. She knew she’d been missing this kind of passion. Thomas was definitely making up for what she’d been missing as he continued pleasuring her with two of his fingers, massaging the inside of her thighs with his free hand, all the while tantalizing her with passion-filled kisses. Within minutes she released her pleasure all over his hand.
“Ummm,” Thomas groaned, all too proud of his accomplishment. He freed her lips from his, smiling seductively. “This is only the beginning.” He led her through her own house with strange familiarity until they reached her bedroom. After positioning her on the bed just the way he wanted her, Thomas disappeared, leaving her bewildered and throbbing for what she knew all too well awaited her. When he reentered the room, in one hand he had what looked like the remote control to her CD player, and in the other, a bowl of strawberries. He set the player where he wanted it, then put the remote on the night stand and joined Lydia on the bed.
A reflective grin crossed his lips as the familiar music from R&B love song writer and singer, Brian McKnight’s first CD began playing. Making love to slow jams had been a ritual between them. Maybe it was more fitting to say, one of their rituals. Thomas had always been a romantic and attentive lover. So she could only imagine what was getting ready to go down with the strawberries being brought into the mix.
Lydia smiled as Thomas slid her body so that her head was just below the headboard. Her body shivered with delightful nervous anticipation as Thomas slid her skirt and panties down her legs. On his way back up, he teased her inner thighs with the warmth and wetness of his tongue. When he found the center of her desire, she instinctively, palmed the back of his smooth head. Flicking her clitoris masterfully with the tip of his tongue, Thomas had Lydia near screaming, sending her body into convulsive-like movements across the bed.
“Okay, okay Thomas,” Lydia pleaded. “I can’t take this anymore,” she cooed, grabbing the thickness of his erection. “Please…,” she pleaded again.
“No, not yet,” Thomas denied her as be began dipping one strawberry at a time in and out of her center. She’d almost forgotten how big Thomas was on foreplay. He received no further interruption from her. By the time he finished, Lydia had cum multiple times and could hardly contain herself. Breathing heavily from the pleasure she just received, Lydia reached inside her side drawer, retrieving a condom from the supply she kept just in case. As spontaneous as her behavior tonight, she wasn’t so far gone not to make sure they were safe. She’d already suffered the consequence of making that mistake before.
Safety precautions taken care of, Thomas aligned his body with hers, teasing her by dipping the head of his hardness, quickly in and out of her, just enough to make her pull him into her. As he stroked her long and gentle, he stretched his hands towards her head, sliding his fingers through her hair. He knew she liked that. Thomas knew and did everything, and then some, just the way he knew she liked it. This night was all about her pleasure.
When Thomas quickened the pace of his stroke, she could tell he was getting ready to climax. He grabbed her hair tighter and pulled her closer to him. She mashed the tips of her fingers into his back wet with perspiration, preparing for her own climax. Their eyes locked as they simultaneously reached their pleasure peaks.
The next time Lydia opened her eyes, the clock read 4:30 A.M, an hour and a half before she had to get up for work. She had the weirdest dream about a wild night of sex with Thomas. But, she soon realized it wasn’t a dream when she felt Thomas’ limp body still on top of hers, his soft penis still partially inside her. She rolled her eyes to the top of her head. “So much for taking it slow,” she thought pitifully to herself.
(c) 2008 LA Jefferson
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