I’m working on a major revision of THE WAY OF A MAN WITH A NEIGHBOR, but it’s coming soon. NEIGHBOR was inspired by the 1908 erotic novel “The Way of a Man with a Maid” but now the title is where the similarity ends.
You can drop NEIGHBOR into many genre categories and subcategories, to include Romance and Mystery, but let’s be straight here: It is first and foremost Erotica, and not for the faint of heart.
Here’s an excerpt:
Sam tightened the first bolt on the swimming pool pump and moved to the next. “Funny funny, or funny odd?”
“Okay, so you and Camilla got these houses that look like they were built by the same contractor. They’re just alike, except they’re mirror images…”
“Okay, so how long has she been here?”
“Since last fall.”
“So both houses were already built when she bought hers, right?”
Technically Camilla didn’t buy her house; she won it in her divorce settlement. But Sam figured that fact was irrelevant to whatever Cutter was talking about. “Right. Both houses were built two years ago.”
“So your house has this nice sunroom and deck and pool and all Camilla’s got is a back stoop. Seems to me if she had first crack at these two houses and everything inside is the same, she’d go for this one.”
From the pool deck Ricky said, “Maybe she didn’t want to spend the extra money.”
“Nah, she’s got money,” Cutter said. “People who’ve got money and are used to having it have a vibe about them. She’s got that rich chick vibe. I just wonder why she didn’t buy this house, since she had a choice.” Cutter had the same look and tone he’d used a couple of months ago when he’d described that cheating husband case he’d been working on. He was in private investigator mode again now, working his way verbally through his thoughts.
Sam tried to recall what Camilla told him about how she got her house. He remembered she said her divorce was a two-year battle between her and her ex-husband’s lawyers. She got the new construction house next door and the seaside residence in Atlantic Beach as part of the settlement.
“I think her house was one of her ex-husband’s properties,” Sam said. “That’s why she got it.”
Cutter said, “And yours wasn’t, even though they look like they were built at the same time by the same contractor? This isn’t some development. It’s just two houses on a country road in the middle of nowhere.”
Sam shrugged. “Beats me. Maybe once they were built they went to different realtors to sell.” As Sam said that he remembered Camilla telling him that her ex’s family once owned all the land on their road. Had they owned his house too?
Ricky said, “Maybe she’s just fucking you so she can use your pool.”
That broke the serious moment. Cutter grinned, “I know, right? She’s just using Sam to get her swim on.”
“Then it’s a nice tradeoff,” Sam said. “Especially since bathing suits won’t be part of her world.”
Simultaneously Ricky and Cutter said, “Say what?”
Sam tightened the last bolt on the pool pump. He kept his eyes down on his wrench. Okay, here we go, he thought. “Ever heard of CMNF?” he asked.
“Uh-uh,” Cutter said.
“What’s that?” Ricky asked.
“It’s a thing: Clothed male, nude female.”
Cutter struggled up from the ground with a grunt and brushed dirt and grass off his knees. When he had his breath back he said, “Okay, and?”
“That’s us,” Sam said. “That’s how we are together. How we live.”
Ricky said, “So she gets naked and you keep your clothes on; like that?”
“Yeah, but it’s deeper than that,” Sam said. “A lot of women get naked around their men. But it’s like, only when they feel like it or when they’re about to get busy; whatever. For us it’s our normal thing.”
Cutter frowned toward the back of Sam’s house as if he could see Camilla inside through the wall. “Hold up, so that’s like some BDSM thing? Like somebody is the submissive and the other person is in charge of them?”
Ricky was coming down the pool deck steps, frowning too. “So ya’ll are into all that rubber suits and gags thing, like on Real Sex?”
“Not like that,” Sam said. “None of that. Just the no clothes thing.” Though Sam was revealing something about his and Camilla’s lifestyle to his cousins he didn’t feel like he was telling the complete truth. So far it was just the nudity thing, but the door was open to much more.
Cutter said, “So you’re saying Camilla stays naked all the time?”
Sam nodded. “If you dudes and Mackey weren’t here that’s how she’d be right now. That’s the rule.”
“Your rule?” Ricky asked.
“And she’s down for this?”
“Actually, it’s more her than me. She’s into it. I mean, I am too—who wouldn’t be into their woman being naked all the time?—but some of the stuff we do, I’m the one who’s apprehensive about it. She never is.”
“What kind of stuff?” Cutter asked.
Sam told them about the ride home after Aunt Helen’s birthday party with Sol following them, and he told them about Camilla going from his house to hers wearing nothing to get her robe while Sol was there, and how though she didn’t know it at the time, his brother saw her.
Cutter said, “And that didn’t bother her, that Sol saw her naked?”
“Nope. I told her after he left, and she was more about apologizing to me for going to get her robe without my permission. She wanted me to punish her for it; spank her or use my belt.”
“Damn, cuz,” Ricky muttered. But he was grinning.
“She got down on the kitchen floor, kind of bowed her forehead to the floor. I looked it up later. It was some kind of BDSM slave position.”
“So did you?” Cutter asked. “He was frowning a different kind of frown now—a serious frown.
“Did I what?”
“Lay hands on her,” Cutter said.
“I’m not into that shit.”
Cutter smacked his meaty thigh with the wrench. “Good. Be as freaky as you want but be careful, man. You don’t want to be putting your hands on a woman, especially a white woman, even if it’s a consensual sex thing. That shit could go wrong for you in so many ways. One minute it’s like—here Cutter raised his voice to a mock feminine timbre—‘Ooh, spank me harder, Daddy’—and the next you’re in cuffs, and not the fuzzy pink kind. I’m talking law enforcement steel.”
“Trust me, that’s not how she is,” Sam said. “Nothing like that is going to happen. We’re not going to do anything that would get the cops involved.”
As it turned out, Sam was wrong about that.
It’s coming soon, I promise. In the homestretch…
In spite of his directive to Camilla and her willingness to comply Sam didn’t want to embarrass her. After they parked at the restaurant he went around to the Mini’s driver’s door and opened it for her. He stood in the door opening, shielding her as best he could as he looked around, scanning the parking lot for eyes that might see them.
The restaurant sat in strip mall between a 24-hour gym and a dry cleaner. Being the lunch hour, most of the foot traffic near them was headed to or from the restaurant. No one seemed to notice them. The coast was as clear as it was going to get.
“Okay,” he said.
Camilla swung her legs out of the car. Sam’s heart lurched as she yanked her dress up her thighs and lifted her bottom off the seat.
He looked around again, but in his heightened state of excitement and apprehension saw nothing.
Behind him Camilla stood up, pulling his attention back to her. She bumped the car door closed with her hip and said, “I’m ready now.” She looked and sounded happy.
As they headed for the restaurant entry Camilla brushed her hand against his. Sam thought she wanted to hold hands, but when he took hers she pressed something soft and silky against his palm. He knew what it was, and a glance confirmed it. The underwear she’d taken off was a red lace thong.
He stuffed her panties into his jeans pocket and took her hand as they crossed the parking lot. “They felt a little moist,” he said.
Without breaking stride Camilla leaned and pecked him on the cheek. A few eyes cut their way. “That’s your fault sir,” she smiled. “I’m ripe enough to burst.”
They reached the restaurant entry just behind a group of suited men and women probably on lunch break from their office. The last man in the group, a blonde, thirtyish Ken doll with a haughty too busy for peons because I own the world manner gave Camilla an appreciative once-over as he held the door for her.
Camilla cooed, “Thank you” to Ken.
Ken smiled at her, flashing his inhumanly brilliant teeth. “You’re very welcome.”
Walking behind Camilla, Sam reached over her shoulder and took over holding the door for her. He said “Thanks” to the Ken doll.
Ken’s eyes darted from Camilla to Sam and back to Camilla. His smile changed to a false one—one Sam had seen all too often in his life. Ken’s smile said, Hey, I’m not racist. See how I’m still smiling even though you’re with a black guy?
Okay, they were in another city in another state. No one knew them. Sam decided to see if he could push two buttons at once: one for spite and one for fun. From behind Camilla he leaned to her ear and just loud enough for Ken to hear said, “What if I told you no more playing with yourself until the month’s over? Would you do it?”
Without missing a beat Camilla said, “I wouldn’t like it sir, but if you insist of course I won’t.”
Ken followed his group to the hostess station. He looked back at them three times on his way.
“You think so, huh?” Sam pressed the washcloth between Camilla’s shoulder blades and watched soapy rivulets slip down her flawless back and disappear in the valley between her cheeks. He wondered how effective a lube his shower gel would make.
“I do,” Camilla said. “That’s what Sol was talking about, about you being something you didn’t want to be. The beast is in you. I’ve seen it, a little.”
“When you tied me down out on the deck. And the way you were on the back road. And last night, at that store. When I came out of the restroom you called me to you even though people might see.”
“Nobody was going to see you. Okay, if Sol hadn’t been there, maybe.”
“You want me like that.”
“It would be interesting.”
Camilla turned around to let the shower spray rinse her back and so she could look at him. “You say just interesting. But the beast wants it. The beast craves it.”
Sam held the washcloth at face level and squeezed, letting soapy water trickle onto her luscious breasts. Her nipples stretched taut, wanting more contact. “And you want the beast to show you off,” he said.
“I want the beast to have whatever it wants.”
“Uh-uh. Ass out honesty, young lady. You want to be seen. It gets you wet. Admit it.”
Camilla tried to hold back her smile but couldn’t. A dimple-popping grin split her face. “Just thinking about it gets me dripping. I was so ripe after we left that store.”
“Yeah, too bad Sol was there.”
Camilla used her hands to slather soap onto Sam’s chest. “So it seemed like you guys were having an interesting discussion in the kitchen before I came out.”
“Kind of. He saw your underwear on the passenger seat last night so he was curious,” Sam said. “He wondered what we were doing on the drive home. I think he figured I was feeling you up or something.”
Camilla’s eyes sparkled interest. “What did you say?”
“I told him I like you undressed. So now he knows you were naked when we were at the store.”
“Does that bother you?”
“I’m happy you’re comfortable telling your brother I’m yours and how I’m yours. He’s family so it feels right.”
“He’s family but I’m not sharing anything with him but information.”
“I know. You’re not like John.”
“Not just that. You’re mine. Yeah, that means what you always say—that my limits are your limits—but another man touching you is way past where I draw the line.”
“I know that too. You’re my Sir and I’ll never refuse you anything, but I’m glad you don’t want anyone else to touch me. I’m happy I mean that much to you.”
Thinking about Camilla’s ex Sam said, “I can’t see how any man who cares about his woman could do otherwise.”
“So, speaking of looking but not touching, were you worried about how I might come to the kitchen this morning?”
“I didn’t really think about it. I think in the back of my mind I figured you’d put on my ABU shirt again.”
“Is that what you wanted me to wear?”
Sam thought not. His old military camouflage shirt showed off Camilla’s hot legs from her heels almost up to where her legs ended, with just a couple inches to spare. Wearing that shirt, if she sat or bent or even inhaled too deeply she’d be showing Sol her goodies. It wasn’t like when she’d worn that shirt when Cutter came over. That time she mostly sat at the table, and Cutter left right after having coffee. Sol would be hanging around today until early afternoon. He might have told his brother his business but he wasn’t going to show him.
“No,” Sam said. “You definitely need to be covered up while he’s here.”
“So if it were anyone but your brother would the same rules apply?”
Sam’s imagination clicked on. Visions of Camilla sunbathing nude on his deck or swimming naked in his pool played on the movie screen of his imagination. He could see other people out on the deck, but their images were just shadows at the corner of his mind.
Down in the dungeon of his fantasies a new kind of beast paced anxiously back and forth in the darkness at the back of its cell, alert and waiting.
“I think that’s entirely situational,” Sam said.
My goal was to have what I intended to be a novella on the streets this month: August. But the story won’t let me. Here’s why:
I have over thirty novels and novellas published under my real name and under my pseudonym The Black. Probably half of them are novellas, because my personal writing style is to focus on telling the story, not to write to a page length or word count. When my story is done, it’s done.
If you’ve been following the history behind The Way of a Man with a Neighbor you know I was inspired to write it as a modern day version of the Victorian era erotic tale The Way of a Man with a Maid. I anticipated that my story would be similar in length, and be a get-to-the-point erotic story of a man who has intimacies with his neighbor. I had the story mentally outlined, and I figured it would clock in at about 40,000 words. A novella. But then, well…
The Way of a Man with a Neighbor is at over 84,000 words, and the mystery plot turn has yet to happen. The book threatens to become my longest release ever, even beating out my 115,000 word saga The Professional. That’s my estimate. When all is said and done will I cull some stuff in the edit? Probably. But it’s still going to be novel length because Sam and Camilla have a lot to tell you.
So when is it coming out? I’ll likely miss my 31 August deadline, but The Way of a Man with a Neighbor will be on the streets a few days after.
COUGARS , INC. II: A CONDITION OF EMPLOYMENT
Everyone has a price.
Every day since Trenton received his pay raise he watches the clock at work, and waits to see if he’ll receive the call to work overtime. Some weeks he’s only called once. During his busiest week it was four nights, and over one lunch hour. When the phone rings, twenty-six year old Trent knows that he’ll be working extra hours for his boss, forty-two year old Audrey.
It’s a condition of employment.
The overtime hours are the price Trent must pay for his generous salary bump. Those extra hours are spent in Audrey’s office…on her sofa…her desk…wherever and how ever her mood dictates. Because Audrey is his boss, Trent follows orders. He’s on call to perform on command.
It’s a condition of employment.
But one day Audrey goes too far. To influence him to perform she pushes the wrong buttons. Now all bets are off, and Trent decides it’s time to turn the tables on his demanding employer. He decides that he’s going to be the one in control. But once he frees the beast that lurks within, can it ever be caged again?
COUGARS, INC. II: A CONDITION OF EMPLOYMENT
COMING SOON FOR THE KINDLE AND THE NOOK
The steamy sequel to Passion’s Nectar and The Playhouse is now available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
Wealthy entrepreneur Julian St. Christopher’s libido-boosting wine Passion’s Nectar has changed lives – most of them for the better. But for a few, Passion’s Nectar has had a side-effect. For those few, even after the effects of the wine have worn off, a shocking latent effect exists, waiting to be triggered.
It’s called The Soul Mate Effect.
What triggers the effect is as shocking as the effect itself: Another person.
Dr. Glenda Engerman – the creator of the passion formula – can’t determine whether the effect is biochemical, psychological or spiritual, and therefore can’t develop a cure. All she knows is that for some, it takes no more than being in the presence of a certain other person who has consumed Passion’s Nectar to trigger their uncontrollable desire for each other.
To make matters more challenging, Julian and Glenda have developed a new passion product – a candy called Passion’s Kiss, and Glenda says that the candy is so potent that it will make Passion’s Nectar seem like baby formula.
In this scorching sequel, The Black continues the stories of the characters his novellas Passion’s Nectar and The Playhouse. And when combined, things get so hot that the pages will sizzle.
Here’s a little excerpt kiss:
Monmouth County, New Jersey
The Estate of Julian St. Christopher
Glenda Engerman parked her Audi in the estate’s circular cobblestone drive, took off her sunglasses and checked herself in the rearview mirror. She decided to add another coat of mauve gloss to her full lips. A woman could never wear too much gloss.
After reloading her lips, Glenda retrieved a carry bag from the Audi’s rear seat and got out of the car. Standing on the cobblestone, she did another check of her reflection, this time in the reflection in the driver’s side window. Her lacy blue camisole (color selected to match her eyes) peeked above the opening of her white suit jacket. Her bosom strained at the blue lace, squeezing up a couple of inches of tanned cleavage. She smoothed down her skirt. No panties under the skirt. Over the past year she’d come to detest wearing panties.
In truth, Glenda didn’t like wearing clothes at all anymore. But she had to live and function in the world, so she figured she might as well look good doing it. Today she wanted to look extra nice because she was seeing Julian, and who knew what that might lead to?
Glenda couldn’t help smiling as she walked to the front door on four-inch heeled sandals (color selected to match her lip gloss). Maybe after business was taken care of with Julian, there would be some pleasure.
“Mr. St. Christopher is waiting for you in his study,” Grace said.
“Thank you, Grace,” Glenda smiled. “How are you today?”
“Quite well, Dr. Engerman. Thank you for inquiring.”
Glenda thought that there was something different about Grace today, though she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was. Julian’s chief housekeeper and head chef wore her typical conservative utility dress. And as always she wore no makeup, and her hair pulled back in a bun. But she was different somehow.
“Would you like a beverage, Dr. Engerman, or breakfast perhaps?”
“Oh no, I’m fine, thank you. Is Victoria on the premises today?” Glenda mentally crossed her fingers.
“Ms. West is in London this week.”
Glenda made herself not jump for joy. In addition to being Julian’s personal assistant and a powerful businesswoman in her own right, Victoria West was Julian’s frequent bedmate. Glenda got along well with Victoria professionally, but as women they were competitors. She knew that Victoria always did her best – though discretely – to keep her and Julian from being alone together for too long.
Well, not today. Victoria was on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. And Glenda knew that Grace would ensure that the housekeeping staff kept their distance while she was here – would give her and Julian their privacy. Grace understood things.
Grace was watching her, and the slightest hint of a smile played at the corners of her mouth as she said, “Mr. St. Christopher is ready for you if you’re ready to go back.”
Yes, Grace understood. But she hardly ever smiled. There was definitely something different about Grace today.
Julian got up and went around his desk to greet Glenda as she entered his study, thinking, Damn, she looks good! He only had a moment to drink in her loveliness because she’d dropped her bag and was rushing into his arms. He hugged her tight, loving the feel of her curves pressed against him, and savoring the light fragrance of her perfume.
She kissed him, first on the cheek, and then as if with wills of their own their lips came together, and then their tongues. They moaned their mutual desire.
Julian gripped Glenda’s firm bottom through her skirt, and pulled her closer, crushing her to him. In response she lifted a long, strong leg and wrapped it around his waist. He didn’t feel panties beneath the material of her skirt. He was tempted, but left his hands on the outside of her skirt, deciding for the moment to forego answering the question.
For delicious moments they stood locked together, kissing and grinding each other through their clothes like teenagers stealing forbidden pleasure. It took all the will he had to break their kiss and let her go. When he did he asked, “Won’t your employer be upset to know that you’re doing this while you’re on the clock?”
“I don’t know,” Glenda gasped. She kissed him again, quickly, and then asked, “Is he upset?”
Julian smiled at her and said, “Actually, he’s thinking that if you keep this up you might get a raise.”
She slipped her hand between them and grasped the front of his slacks. “Actually, I was thinking more about enjoying my employee fringe benefits.”
Julian took one hand off her bottom and slipped his fingers through her blonde locks. “You’re letting your hair grow. It looks nice, Glenda.”
“You see, Julian? This is why I can’t resist you. You see me. You really see me.”
“I want to see more of you, and very soon. But let’s get business out of the way first.” He looked around her to the carry bag she’d dropped on the floor when she came in. “Is that it?”
There were three boxes, each about the size of a paperback book. One box was covered in black foil, one in silver, and the third in gold foil. Atop the lid of each box were two raised letters in red calligraphic script:
His new desire-boosting candy was called Passion’s Kiss.
Passion’s Kiss – the sequel to Passion’s Nectar and The Playhouse – is coming.
Julian St. Christopher and Dr. Glenda Engerman are doing their thing.
Carrie Norwood – the woman who woke up naked in a strange house thanks to Passion’s Nectar – has met a new guy.
That new guy – Michael Stevens – fresh off his disaster in The Playhouse – can’t seem to get enough.
And there’s this new candy created by Julian and Glenda called Passion’s Kiss…and she says it will make Passion’s Nectar look like baby formula.
When the passion is gone, you know your marriage is in trouble. That’s what happened to Michael and Tracie Stevens. Michael still wants Tracie, but he’s sick and tired of begging her for sex. Tracie needs to feel that Michael desires her as a woman and as his wife – not just as a piece of meat he can use for release. After ten years of marriage, they just can’t seem to connect anymore.
Their sex therapist, Dr. Siobhan Henry, has a suggestion that might help Michael and Tracie break out of their sexual rut: A visit to The Playhouse.
The Playhouse, where anything goes with anyone who’s willing and your most secret fantasies can be made reality.
Who you come TO The Playhouse with doesn’t have to be who you come IN The Playhouse with, so check your inhibitions at the door.
“The Playhouse” bridges the gap between The Black’s sizzling novel “Passion’s Nectar and it’s upcoming sequel, “Passion’s Kiss.”
Okay, not the actual wine (damn it!), but Kindle and Nook versions of the tale about the desire-boosting beverage developed by billionaire Julian St. Christopher and the mysterious green-eyed African woman known only as Amarante.
Long-time fans of the Passion series know the the basics of this story. For new readers, welcome to the first published installment in the series. In addition to Julian and Amarante, you’ll meet:
– Dr. Glenda Engerman – the chemist who helped synthesize Passion’s Nectar, and an example of why doctor’s should never self-medicate.
– Julian’s personal assistant Victoria West. Keyword: “Personal.”
– Grace Trouillot – Julian’s head housekeeper and chef. There’s more to Grace than meets the eye.
– Carrie Norwood, the central character in Passion’s Nectar, and the woman whose 30th birthday celebration turns out to be very much different than she’d expected…thanks to Passion’s Nectar.
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Check back often for information on the second installment in the series: Passion’s Kiss, and for news about other releases.
Friends, Lovers and Other Killers is now available for the Kindle. Click here to view on Amazon.
Her name is Cynthia, and to Mitch, she couldn’t have been more perfect if she’d stepped out of his dreams.
There’s only one problem: Cynthia is married.
Mitch knows what it’s like to be cheated on. It happened with his ex-wife. And so in spite of his desire for Cynthia, he doesn’t want to be responsible for doing to someone else what was done to him. He tries to settle for being her friend.
And Cynthia needs a friend. Her husband has money, and he has power. He’s cruel, and she is as much his prisoner as she is his wife. But when his cruelty to her crosses the line, Mitch is determined to free her from the miserable bondage of her marriage.
What happens next is a battle that not only puts Mitch and Cynthia in danger, but also his closest friends.
Before the battle is over, the action will fly from the Jersey Shore to hills of West Virginia and back. It will bring into play the power of the U.S. Government, and the vicious skills of one of the world’s deadliest assassins. No one is safe – not friends, not lovers…not even other killers.
Longtime fans of The Black will recognize the characters from “Friends, Lovers and other Killers” from his other novels, novellas and short stories. New readers are in for a treat – a pulse pumping introduction to characters connected through love, passion and sometimes violence that will keep them riveted from the opening paragraph to the last word.