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Naomi By Mya O'Malley
EXCERPT 1-
Naomi
She sensed it before she heard the news. She could feel it deep in her bones. All night long she had tossed and turned, unable to find sleep.
Nick.
“No,” Naomi wailed into her pillow, pounding her fists.
No. But, of course, she knew it was true. After all, she had a sixth sense about things such as this. Damn, Nick. Why? How?
It had been several months since she had taken in his disheveled form, those cowardly eyes scanning her face, pleading for forgiveness from the other side of the depressing, stained, plastic divider at the county jail.
Forgiveness that was difficult to give, although she had been working on it. Too late, Nick. It’s way too late for you now. Part of Naomi’s heart ached for Nick’s troubled soul. For the troubled child he had once been.
Another part turned cold as she conjured up his face in her mind. As she had woken from a fitful night’s sleep, the image of Nick crying out, lost in the empty dark place where challenged souls lacked peace and closure, was too overwhelming to dismiss as a bad dream.
“Bryce.” Naomi spoke his name aloud, even though her fiancé was most likely sound asleep at his house just up the dirt road.
She needed Bryce.
But Naomi knew Bryce would have to wait. Right after her first cup of coffee, she would have to call Officer Marty to confirm the facts of what she already knew to be true.
How had it happened? Possibilities swirled through her mind. Endless scenarios came forth. It could be anything. Nick had been doing time for his part in the cover-up of Maggie Field’s death. Prisons could be dangerous, particularly for someone like Nick, a man who struggled to keep his emotions in check and often had difficulty conforming to the rules.
One with a dark, menacing presence.
One with attitude.
Memories of the not so distant past slammed Naomi. Images of Ryan and Maggie . . .
Maggie.
The ghost that had all but consumed her. Maggie had reached out to Naomi, demanding peace. Naomi admitted to herself that she had become obsessed at that time in her life. Preoccupied with putting both Maggie and Ryan to rest. Luckily, Bryce was loyal and patient to the core during the first hectic months of their new relationship.
What would he say now, knowing that a spirit was back? Knowing that this time it wasn’t the sweet spirit of a girl named Maggie or a quirky, kindhearted man that needed her help?
This time it was worse, far worse.
This time the spirit was unsettled, tortured—and to make matters even more daunting . . .
He was her ex-boyfriend.
Would Bryce be as understanding about Nick as he had been with Maggie and Ryan? Hopping up out of her bed to make her cup of coffee, Naomi figured she was about to find out.
***
Moments after she hung up the phone with her friend, Officer Miriam Marty, Naomi reached for her coffee mug but then placed it back on the counter with a gentle thud.
Damn, Nick.
Miriam had confirmed Naomi’s worst suspicions and provided the bare facts surrounding Nick’s death.
He was, indeed, dead. But the strange thing about it was that it appeared to have been intentional on his part. It was too early to say, but Miriam suspected that traces of drugs would be found in his system.
An overdose? Could he have intentionally taken his own life? No, that didn’t sound right. Then again, how well did Naomi even know Nick anymore? For that matter, how well had she ever known him? Naomi supposed it was easy enough for an inmate to have the means to obtain drugs. And, let’s face it, prison life could be grueling.
No, no. Something didn’t feel right about this. Nick’s sentence was only to last just a few more weeks, why would he purposely harm himself? As Naomi tried to make sense of the news, she paced the floor. Zelda, her loyal feline companion, weaved in and out of her legs as Naomi stopped and grabbed her coffee mug from the table.
Sharp rapping on the door startled Naomi, causing her to spill her coffee on her blouse. “Shoot!”
Voicing her own displeasure at nearly being stepped on, Zelda screeched as she tore into the living room. Naomi snatched a napkin, wiping at her top as she made her way to the door.
“Are you ready?” Bryce raised an eyebrow as Naomi stepped to the side to allow him through the front door. He leaned over and placed a quick kiss on her forehead.
“Ready?”
“Ah, yes. Remember? We were going to grab a bite and then head over to the trail for a walk?”
Yes. That’s right. She and Bryce had plans this morning. With everything going on, she had clearly forgotten.
“I . . . I’m so sorry. Give me a minute to change my shirt. Sit, I’ll be right back.” She scurried up the stairs to her bedroom to change. This could be a good thing, the time alone with Bryce. His young daughter, Holly, was in school, and she could have Bryce’s full attention.
Dressed in a clean shirt, Naomi sprinted down the stairs and grabbed her sneakers. She attempted her best smile as she tied the laces. “Almost ready,” Naomi managed.
“What’s with you? Why are you out of breath?” Bryce cocked his head as he studied Naomi.
“Just excited to spend the morning with you,” she offered a bit too cheerily, glancing up at him as she felt nagging guilt rise in her throat. He wouldn’t be happy about the news regarding Nick, and that was putting it mildly. He simply couldn’t even begin to understand. He would tell her to leave it alone, not to get caught up in somebody else’s problems.
Naomi swallowed hard and gripped Bryce’s warm hand as they made their way to his truck. Once inside, Naomi glanced at her fiancé and then gazed down at her lap.
“Bryce?” she whispered.
Concern etched his handsome face. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He reached for her hands.
“We need to talk.”
Soundtrack
Character Interview- POV of Bryce
DDB: It’s wonderful to get a chance to sit down and talk, Bryce. It seems you and Naomi have been at it again, getting wrapped up in the spirit world, that is. Tell me about it.
Bryce: Well, I think Naomi would all the credit there. She’s the one who attracts these lost souls. It’s as if she’s a magnet for the paranormal. Seems like every time I think things will quiet down, another spirit turns to Naomi, seeking closure.
DDB: Is that a bad thing?
Bryce: (laughs) Actually, I hate to admit it, but no. I think one of the very things that drew me to Naomi is her gentle, generous soul. I believe that’s why these lost souls gravitate toward her. And, hey- life never gets boring, that’s for sure.
DDB: I can only imagine. Without giving away any of the story, I will say that you and Naomi have been through a lot in this book. I worry that all of the stress may cause problems with you and Naomi.
Bryce: Oh, Naomi’s had a rough time, but she’s such a strong person. I won’t lie when I say our love will be tested. I don’t have the connections to ghosts like Naomi does, so I can’t imagine what she goes through while trying to help these souls, but I admire her dedication to these spirits. She certainly has a gift.
DDB: Yes, absolutely. I do recall her determination, but I also remember the paranormal became all consuming for Naomi in the book, Maggie. That must be difficult to deal with.
Bryce: When Naomi sets her mind on something, she gives it her all. What could be more admirable? Sure, at times, it’s frustrating, but when you take a step back and consider the big picture, it’s all worthwhile. I wouldn’t have her any other way.
DDB: What a wonderful role model Naomi must be for your beautiful little girl, Holly.
Bryce: The best. Naomi selflessly considers the safety of both myself and Holly before worrying about herself.
DDB: Why do you suppose these ghosts are connected to Naomi, I mean, I know she’s a kind soul herself, but have you ever considered there could be another reason?
Bryce: Every single day lately, but that’s for another time and another story.
DDB: Wait– are you saying there will be a third book in the Maggie series?
Bryce: Yes- it’s in the works now. This will be the last in the Maggie trilogy. This one had really opened my mind to all of the possibilities of fate, destiny and the paranormal.
DDB: Sounds amazing. I can’t wait to read it. Thank you, Bryce, it’s been wonderful talking with you. I can’t wait to see what you and Naomi have in store for us next. Is there a title to the upcoming book that you can share?
Bryce: Thanks, DDB. It’s been a pleasure talking with you as well. I suppose I could give you the title- the final book in the Maggie trilogy is titled Entangled Souls.
DDB: Wow- that sound absolutely perfect for the series.
Bryce: Oh, just wait.
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Blog Tour The Masters M.C. Book: #1
Subtitle: Property Of
Author: B.B. Blaque
Genre: M.C. Romance/BDSM/Erotica/Suspense
Release Date: February 9th, 2016
Blurb:
A Riches to Doo Rags Story
Sometimes the wrong side of the tracks is the right place to be.
The Masters M.C. #1-Property Of
Fall in love with Tuesday and Colt...and with the Masters M.C.
Embark on a journey that begins with a dusty pair of boots and a near collision on the side of a foggy, country road.
Meet a different kind of American motorcycle club—part outlaw, part BDSM Master, all code and heart.
Tuesday has been running on empty for years, that changes when she almost literally collides with Colt, the president of THE MASTERS M.C.
A born outlaw, Colt has created something new, and Tuesday finds herself wondering if the
sexy, tattooed biker is a sinner, or saint, as she rides on the back of his Harley,
into a world she could never imagine.
Running from a past she didn't want, one she didn't dare know, and fearing for her life. She learns NOT ALL FAMILY IS BLOOD related, and some of the deepest roots are forged in LEATHER, INK & CHROME.
When a suit wearing PSYCHOPATH from the past comes to claim her, she glimpses first-hand the protection her new, leather-clad family has to offer.
WITNESS...
The initial buds form on the family tree, and the brutal, suspenseful ride toward the birth of a new breed of biker.
FEEL…
As the first seeds are sown to grow the sassy, would-be debutante, into the slave Colt knows will make the bloodshed worthwhile.
LEARN...
Along with Tuesday, what both lifestyles are really about, on her journey to becoming…PROPERTY OF
PLAYLIST/SOUNDTRACK
1. Tuesday’s Gone-Lynyrd Skynyrd
2. One Way Out-the Allman Brothers Band
3. Swamp Woman-Stranger
4. Midnight Rider- the Allman Brothers Band
5. Copperhed Road-Steve Earle
6. No Trouble No More- the Allman Brothers Band
7. Deal With the Preacher- Lynyrd Skynyrd
8. Black Sunshine-White Zombie
9. Cry For The Bad Man- Lynyrd Skynyrd
10. On the Hunt- Lynyrd Skynyrd
11. Her Strut-Bob Seger
12. Bad Company-Bad Company
13. Chain Lightning- .38 Special
14. Bad Company –Five Finger Death Punch
15. Turn the Page-Bob Seger
16. Blue Sky- the Allman Brothers Band
17. Tell It Like It Is-the Neville Brothers featuring Gregg Allman
18. Devil Woman-Bruce Willis
19. Soul Shine- the Allman Brothers Band
20. Ice Cream Man-Van Halen
21. So Hott-Kid Rock
22. Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More- the Allman Brothers Band
23. Highway to Hell-AC/DC
24. Wrong Side of Heaven-Five Finger Death Punch
25. Baby Did a Bad Thing-Chris Isaak
26. Stormy Monday- the Allman Brothers Band
27. Good Morning Little School Girl- the Allman Brothers Band
28. Closer-Nine Inch Nails
29. Hell’s Bells-AC/DC
30. Ride On-AC/DC
31. Done Somebody Wrong- Lynyrd Skynyrd
32. Highway Song-Blackfoot
33. Cut the Cord-Shinedown
34. Silver Blue & Gold-Bad Company
35. Wild Horses-the Sundays
36.Voodoo Lake- Lynyrd Skynyrd
37. Buck's Nouvelle Jole Blon-Buckwheat Zydeco
38. 45-Shinedown
39. She’s Country-Jason Aldean
40. Train, Train-Blackfoot
INTERVIEW with the co-founders of the Masters M.C. Colt Daniels (president) and Kash Kendrick (the first sergeant at arms/enforcer)
I took a list of questions over to the Whipping Post, the dungeon owned by the Masters M.C. Rather than interviewing Colt myself; I decided to ask the girls in my Facebook group, Old Ladies of the Masters M.C., to come up with questions they’d want answered. I gave the lists to Kash, and he’s doing the interview while I hang out with the ladies (I’ve missed them!)
I took a list of questions over to the Whipping Post, the dungeon owned by the Masters M.C. Rather than interviewing Colt myself; I decided to ask the girls in my Facebook group, Old Ladies of the Masters M.C., to come up with questions they’d want answered. I gave the lists to Kash, and he’s doing the interview while I hang out with the ladies (I’ve missed them!)
KASH: "Dude, okay, so B.B.'s girl Crafty Minx wants to know if you're pumped for this book to come out." (Kicks back and throws his feet up on a stool) "Chick asks a good question, I mean, the world is gonna know our shit."
COLT: "They'll only know the shit I told B.B. Ya know—club business is club business." (Exhales cigarette) "Besides brother, the old shit I told her is so ancient and no one can prove dick..."
KASH:"Oh, ya don't say? Since when was there a statute of limitations on murder, dude?"
COLT: "Don’t get your boots in a bunch! You told her your shit too, brother. That was some fuckin’ darkness there!" (Swallows his beer hard, takes a drag on his smoke.) "Like I said, nothin' can be proven. I'm not worried."
KASH: "I got your back, brother, ya know, just in case."
(Colt rolls his eyes, thinking back to the last time he heard that statement.)
COLT: "The club is gonna explode after this--we think we got a lot of chapters now. Hold on to your apes motherfucker—this shit is just gettin' started!"
KASH: “Dude—ya know with this comin’ out there’s gonna be some attention rollin’ in your direction. Do you think the green-eyed gremlin is gonna creep up and fuck with you and your girl?”
COLT: “You know better than that, brother.”
KASH: “One of the old ladies…chick by the name, Sweet T, asked. I know how shit is—but I also know you’re a possessive sonofabitch!”
COLT: “No one is gonna get near my girl—period—end of story! She knows that, I know that, and any man who tries will learn it in a New York second, brother. You know we take care of shit.”
(Colt stands up and walks around the play area, past the tractor and over to Tuesday. He kisses the top of her head and goes to sit back down.)
“There’s no need for jealousy. She knows I’m not going anywhere—and neither is she. People look—whatever…put your hands on what’s mine and bad shit happens.”
KASH: "Speaking of jealousy, dude, another one of the chicks in the Old Ladies' Clubhouse wants to know...." (Holds paper against his chest and smirks) "If she can lick your abs..." (Chuckling)
COLT: (Smiling, swallowing a sip of beer.)
"Yeah, she can lick my stomach… (Laughing,)…I mean she has to drink somehow right?" (Colt looks to Kash who nods in agreement.)
"Lemme see that paper, what's the chick's name(Colt looks at the questionnaire,)....Edith...okay, baby...get a glass of water…not too cold…and get down and crawl to me…don’t spill or you’ll have to go refill it."
KASH: "Dude, she's got a glass of water, how is she gonna crawl?"
COLT: "Edith baby, you wanna figure it out don't you?" (To Kash,) "Where there's a will, there is a way. Rember, you get them, to come to you."
KASH:(Still laughing, rolling his eyes at Colt.)
Tough Cookie and another one of the chicks, ‘Nilla, wanna to know if the club is what you visualized, like was it what you expected. Would you have done anything different? Did you imagine your life like this when you were a little punk-ass hangin’ around the clubhouse? (Kash bursts into laughter.)
COLT: That’s a question for both of us, brother. We did this shit together…but, I think B.B. covers a lot of that in the book—don’t wanna step on toes here. And, what makes you think I was a punk-ass? I was Redhook’s kid after all! I dreamed of bein’ president of the Malevolent M.C. one day. All I knew was club life—biker born and bred baby—it’s all I ever imagined.” (Colt drags hard on his cigarette and slugs back some beer.)
“I could never imagine this thing we started—who the fuck could? Well, now maybe some kids might, but no, not in our day.”
KASH: “From my side, how ‘bout this brother…We fuckin’ grew up in this shit, this was who we always were…Shit changes man, we totally changed. The dude I was when we started this shit is totally not who I am now. I was a kid—now I’m a man with a mission. The club changed me.”
COLT: “Look at you getting’ all philosophical and shit—damn, brother, have you been talkin’ to your dad?”
(Scratches his goatee, sips some beer and swallows.)
“As for changin’ shit—no, I wouldn’t. The shit that went down had to happen. It’s the life, ya know, man? Now, it’s all worth it—blood under the bridge. We are who we are—have the bonds we have—because of all the bullshit, all the bloodshed.”
KASH: “Dude, I’m gonna put a few of these questions together. They’re about your girl, Tuesday.”
(Kash shuffles the paper, looking for the questions to merge, sitting up in his chair.)
“They wanna know how you feel about parading her around, like showin’ her off and shit…” (Kash looks over the paper at Colt.) “Not that anyone minds seein’ her all hooked up to the St. Colt’s Cross or the tractor—just sayin’, dude.”
COLT: “And? Not for nothin’, but that’s just part of bein’ in our family. I don’t get the question.”
KASH: “Brother, I get it, but people who don’t know the club may not it. The whole world could know about all your personal shit, man. How do you feel about that?”
COLT: “Around our place—bein’ naked and on display, bein’ here at the Post on display—it’s just day to day life. Doubt you’re breakin’ out with wood when you see her—it is what it is.”
(Sips beer—looks over at Tuesday sitting at the bar with Serenity and me.)
COLT: “And what I’ve got with that girl—I fuckin’ want the world to know! Never thought I’d find a chick like her, a slave like her—well, there isn’t another Tuesday. That little fireball is my reason to live, breathe and be a better fuckin’ man. So, fuck, tell everyone—I will! …Tuesday Grace—I fuckin’ love your fiery little ass!
(He calls to Tuesday, who beams with pride.)
KASH: “Okay, Casanova, are we gonna do this or what?” (Kicks his boots back onto the stool and looks over the questions.) “These ladies have more questions…about us.”
COLT: “Where did Kash go? You’re bein’ all fuckin’, Mr. Secretary. I’d think Hard Drive was here.”
(Colt shoots a look in my direction. Maybe I should’ve done the interview)
KASH: “No, dude, I am not uptight like that.”
(Kash leans into Colt and whispers.) “Dude, she’s writin’ my shit now, I don’t wanna piss B.B. off—chill the fuck out.”
(Back to the interview questions.)
“They wanna know how we became friends. Be careful with what you say here, brother. I’ve told B.B. the heavy bullshit that really cemented things with you and me. She’s puttin’ it in my story.”
COLT: “Long story short…my Pops, Redhook and Kash’s dad, Graffiti, came up together in New York. They went to ‘Nam together. They were part of two different clubs—one west coast, the other east—and from that, we were sorta friends by birth. Our brotherhood—true friendship—is something B.B. will tell ya about. Again, not gonna piss in her cereal.”
KASH: “Okay, okay—don’t go pissin’ in anyone’s cereal, besides—you know that’s my move!
KASH: “Here’s a lighter question and, dude, this one’s funny. ‘Colt, would you ever cut your hair?’”
COLT: “What’s so fuckin’ funny? I do cut it, for Locks of Love, but then I grow the shit right back. I’m almost allergic to scissors—they’ll bury me with my hair—but for a good cause, yeah.”
“Gimme that, brother! You’re makin’ shit up now….” (Colt grabs the paper from Kash) “Oh, here’s one—I think it’s for you…” (Colt chuckles and looks at Kash.)
COLT: “Kash…brother, what is your darkest fantasy?”
KASH: “No, dude, this is your interview! They wanna know about my dark fantasies they need to meet me in your story first—you know I’m not lyin’, brother!”
COLT: “Point taken, brother—you’re right on with that.”
KASH: “What about your darkness?”
COLT: “I don’t look at my stuff as being dark or light—it just is what it is. I’d wanna know…” (Colt grabs the paper,) “Who asked that…?” (Scans paper.) “Bats, what do you consider dark, babe? I don’t think of what I do, or fantasize about as being dark.”
KASH: “While you’re talkin’ to Bats, she had another question.” (Points to the list,) “Right here, what do you look for in a slave?”
COLT: “That girl right there—my old lady—Tuesday. (Colt points to Tuesday.) What made her so special was that beautiful strength she has—just fuck—it really is incredible. I love that once she knew the deal, she was open minded and trusted enough to let me control the ride—she was still a handful, but I like her that way. I mean controlling a breeze is one thing, but for a motherfuckin’ hurricane to rest at your feet because it wants to, can’t help itself—at the end of the day—that makes it all the sweeter!”
KASH: “This is a good question, dude. What fact about us surprises people the most?”
(Kash raises his hand, stands, and scoots over to the bar, still talking.)
“What the fuck doesn’t surprise people about us? How much shit do people get totally wrong? Fuck, dude, right?”
(Kash returns with two beers)
COLT: “No shit, where to begin? They think we’re criminals—well, we were, but not like what they thought. We took care of shit within our world—we didn’t fuck with Joe-Blow Citizen.”
(Colt lights another cigarette and slips the new beer into a koozie)
“They think ‘cause we’re all tatted out, and ride bikes with loud pipes—we’re scary. Fuck—be more worried about the motherfucker at the bank, the one fidgeting in line with the suit and blank stare. That sonofabitch doesn’t have a soul. Those pricks can play dress up—wolves in fuckin’ wool suits—but it doesn’t change who the fuck they are.”
(This question obviously hit a nerve.)
KASH: “They have no idea about the good shit we do—for our own and for the community—right, dude? They don’t hear about those things.
Fuck that shit, man! That’s why we live in a world we fuckin’ created.”
COLT: “Next question, brother. We could rant about this shit all damned day!”
KASH: “This one is different,” (Kash shows Colt the paper. Colt looks a little uneasy.)
COLT: “Damn, we haven’t really talked about kids—not sure it’s in the cards for us—but never say never, right?”
(Kash returns with two beers)
COLT: “No shit, where to begin? They think we’re criminals—well, we were, but not like what they thought. We took care of shit within our world—we didn’t fuck with Joe-Blow Citizen.”
(Colt lights another cigarette and slips the new beer into a koozie)
“They think ‘cause we’re all tatted out, and ride bikes with loud pipes—we’re scary. Fuck—be more worried about the motherfucker at the bank, the one fidgeting in line with the suit and blank stare. That sonofabitch doesn’t have a soul. Those pricks can play dress up—wolves in fuckin’ wool suits—but it doesn’t change who the fuck they are.”
(This question obviously hit a nerve.)
KASH: “They have no idea about the good shit we do—for our own and for the community—right, dude? They don’t hear about those things.
Fuck that shit, man! That’s why we live in a world we fuckin’ created.”
COLT: “Next question, brother. We could rant about this shit all damned day!”
KASH: “This one is different,” (Kash shows Colt the paper. Colt looks a little uneasy.)
COLT: “Damn, we haven’t really talked about kids—not sure it’s in the cards for us—but never say never, right?”
(Colt looks over at Tuesday, rubbing his goatee, and smoking.)
“If I was gonna have a kid—it would definitely be with her…we’d have to make a separate place for family activities—away from everything.”
KASH: “We never put this into the plans—I guess it could happen to someone. Dude, it will not be me—that is not my bag! Can you imagine more of me runnin’ around?”
COLT: “Fuck no! Brother, you’re right—don’t procreate—parenthood wouldn’t suit you. Back to the question though…If I ever had a kid—boy or girl—and they wanted into this, I’d be all for it! A girl child couldn’t be safer with our group around to protect her. A boy would probably come up like we did….”
KASH: “I think this is the last one…we can both answer this. What is your pet peeve?”
KASH: “We never put this into the plans—I guess it could happen to someone. Dude, it will not be me—that is not my bag! Can you imagine more of me runnin’ around?”
COLT: “Fuck no! Brother, you’re right—don’t procreate—parenthood wouldn’t suit you. Back to the question though…If I ever had a kid—boy or girl—and they wanted into this, I’d be all for it! A girl child couldn’t be safer with our group around to protect her. A boy would probably come up like we did….”
KASH: “I think this is the last one…we can both answer this. What is your pet peeve?”
COLT & KASH:(In unison.) “The fuckin’ Satan’s Scavengers M.C.!!! Hands down!”
About the author
I live the BDSM lifestyle, as a submissive, and have for many years, so when I write it comes from knowledge of the subject matter. I have also been involved, in some way, with bikers, and motorcycle clubs since I was a teenager. What I write doesn’t come from research; it comes from living the lifestyles and writing what I know.
I write beautifully flawed characters who ultimately find, perfection is not a prerequisite. Our flaws are what make us unique and some flaws complement each other better than others.
I love BDSM (Male dominant/female submissive.) There's something that just feels so right about a man wearing the pants (especially when he wears them well and fills them nicely.) I am interested in the psychological aspects of relationships in general and especially when there is a power-exchange dynamic.
My world would stopping revolving if not for heavy rock music (and the wonderfully talented people who make it.) Music and it's makers will definitely be strongly visible in my work. I listen, I remember...I listen, I'm inspired...to write...to love...to fuck...to live.
I hope I will weave these things together in ways people will enjoy and connect with.
Links
The Masters M.C. #1-Property Of
Angel to Butterfly #1-Golden Doll-
Not Even Death #1-Eternally Your Master-
Not Even Death #2-Still Your Master
Not Even Death #3-Always Your Master
WEBSITES TRAILERS for NOT EVEN DEATH series
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