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DAY 90 - Mardi Gras Surprise!
Welcome my wonderful readers!
Mardi Gras is being celebrated in New Orleans as I type this. Interestingly enough, a significant portion of my upcoming novella, Destined, takes place not only in this city of culture, but during the festive celebration it is known for. So I thought I'd share this exclusive excerpt with all of you!
But first, check out the cover and description...
https://www.facebook.com/RicoLamoureu...
Happy reading:)
*****
His left hand held her by the back of her neck, his right cupping her breast while feeding upon it as he steered his manhood into her inch by inch. The firm wet grasp she had him in sent fireworks bursting throughout the length of it, and just when she thought he had filled her he took his embracing hands, placed them against the surface he had her laid out on, and used his arms that were under her thighs to rise them up and pry her open even further. So deep were his thrusts now that with every one came the jolting gasp of her being stuffed with shocking pleasure.
Just as unique as each and every star in their universe, the array of stunning brilliance they had to please one another with was as vast as space itself. All fueled by a love, a passion, the core of which originated from the same infinite power. The energy of being. The energy within anything and everything. The completion of all things in alignment was the completion felt when he was with her.
In slow motion the colors of this perfect union began to rain down upon them. Every color imaginable, and every shade within that color. Reds, greens, yellows. The rainbow of existence kept going on and on around them until their bodies entered the state of supernova release.
As their cosmic bliss erupted so did the clarity of where they were in space and time. The endless colors took the form of beaded necklaces, the surface they laid atop that of a moving platform decorated in culture and showered in celebration…
Jimmy’s eyes fluttered open and he awoke to the feeling of descending. Buckled into the small seat alongside his colleagues, he realized they were about to land. His eyes shot down to his crotch…
Thankfully the mess of his wet dream hadn’t seeped through his uniform. He’d have to sneak away to the bathroom and get cleaned up before the wheels of the plane came to a stop, or else he’d be competing for the small cramped space. Officially, the flight attendants had a few minutes to prep before the passenger’s seatbelt light went off, but there would always be a few stubborn passengers who would ignore landing procedures and do as they pleased. So with his experience in timing the roll of the plane Jimmy unbuckled at just the right moment, quickly stood to his feet, and cautiously headed to the bathroom.
*****
Only once before had the special dreams come to Jimmy while in flight, and he had managed to maneuver his schedule with a fellow flight attendant even before touching down. But that was when he was still under the radar, using a multi-million dollar company as his own vehicle towards destiny. Such an advantage was no longer an option, and so he would no longer even bother trying to retrace the steps of his soul mate. At least not until he figured out a new way of doing so, for it would only lead to frustration and depression.
With the passengers herded off and the plane prepped for its next crew, Jimmy and Jake pulled along their small luggage as they walked alone through the empty walkway to the gate.
‘You’re laying over for a few days too, right?’ Jake asked. The two were around the same age, and although a layover meant drinking oneself into a hangover in the eyes of his counterpart, Jimmy had no intention in acting his age when all he wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die for awhile. And so came his simple monotone reply. ‘Yeah, just laying low for a couple of days.’
Oblivious to Jimmy’s sulking mood, Jake went on with his enthusiastic nature. ‘So whatdya’ say, Jimbo? How ’bout we stuff ourselves with gumbo, liquor it up with some sazeracs, and getted fucked by some creole. Got your beads ready?’
‘Beads?’
Jake held up a beaded necklace, the sight of it nearly causing Jimmy to topple over. ‘Mardi Gras, bro! We arrived right in time for Fat Tuesday!’ Slinging the beads over Jimmy’s shoulder, Jake’s hand came down atop his back as they neared the end of the walkway.
‘Yep,’ Jake went on. ‘the stars must be in alignment tonight, huh Jimmy-mon!’
With the beads resting against his pounding heart, Jimmy hoped with all his being that indeed the stars had finally aligned for he and his beloved.
Chapter Four
‘Yo, T…’ a voice called out from below Tyronne’s balcony. ‘T…’ These hotel balconies along Bourbon Street had been sold out for months in advance, but with his name and reputation having been well established, such waiting lists meant nothing to The Big Easy’s most infamous thug.
Tyronne spotted his boy Marquis down in the crowd, calling up to him with three mamacitas by his side. ‘Yo, T, these bitches say they wanna sample your sugar beads.’
The trio looked up to him with awe-struck eyes. The kind that say ‘we know who you are, and we’re ready to fuck.’ They were the kind of eyes that fell on Tyronne more times than not, for in the world of street hustlin’, hoes were infatuated with his kind of power, and would do anything for the bragging rights of being amongst thug royalty.
‘So let’s see ‘em,’ Tyronne yelled back as he put his hand out to the human pillar standing beside him. He was never seen without at least one bodyguard flanking him, and this evening, as the sun sizzled away and made room for the coming night on this Fat Tuesday, the arm of the massive crony guarding him was covered with Tyronne’s ‘sweet beads’.
Taking three of the necklaces into his hand Tyronne dangled them out for the girls to see, raising his voice loud enough for all to hear. ‘Show us what you got!’
The first two were used to this kind of flaunting, and lifted their shirts with no hesitation at all, their bare breasts sparking an instant cheer from the crowd. The third, however, was apparently a hoe-in-training, needing a little coaxing from her older cousin before she flashed hers as well.
Unlike the other two pairs of tits, that showed obvious signs of wear and tear from years of sluttin’-it-up, the youngest set was so high, small, and innocent that the crowd let out a puppy-love ‘ahhh!’ And like The Big Bad Wolf Tyronne saw himself to be, the scent of her underage innocence stirred his appetite.
He tossed the first set of beads down to hoe number one, and the second down to number two. But he kept the third necklace in his hand, pointed his big scary finger down to the innocent, and gestured with it for her to come up to him.
The girl’s eyes were as wide as the coming moon, with her feeling more nervous than she had ever been in her young life, yet excited to prove that she was a big girl now. So with the encouragement of total strangers and her own cousin, Little Bo Beep allowed herself to be guided by Marquis’ hand and was led upstairs to the dark world of The Big Bad Wolf.
The suite was full of Tyronne’s royal court, and he knew his chambermaids would know what to do with the itty bitty titty once they laid eyes on her. They’d give her the fifteen-minute prep. A glass of Jesus juice, a few hits of Cajun weed to loosen her up from any second thoughts, some bullshit lines of how ‘beautiful’ and ‘cool’ she was.
Meanwhile, he’d continue to pass out his ‘sweet beads’ to those Marquis would fish out from down below, the week-long street party being the perfect cover to introduce the new coca from down south. Nicely hidden within the festive beads, the free samples would flow freely, giving the eager noses of New Orleans a free ride on the latest white horse to charge out of Mexico…
Among the tourists and locals mingling to the sights, smells, and sounds of the French Quarter at its best was Agent Stevens, camouflaged with beads and the like to blend in perfectly while he stood stationed in front of the hotel across from Tyronne’s balcony. So unassuming he appeared that no one could have guessed that he was about to take part in an assassination.
Lifting his drink to cover his mouth, Stevens spoke into the watch on his wrist to update Cormier. ‘Eagle remains perched. Stand by…’
Above the Agent and in a world all her own, Sarah was in her element up on the roof of the hotel she was staying at, filling her camera with the initial images of this year’s Mardi Gras coming to life.
Above her the last of the day’s light was going out, her fingers clicking away to capture that small window of dusk hovering over the culture of the city as it was about to set ablaze.
Just when she had snapped that last shot of twilight, Sarah’s cellphone rang.
‘Hello… hey, Dennis.
Uh-huh. I checked in about an hour ago.
Yeah, I’m about to grab a bite-
Ok, ok, more than a bite! I know, the food is going to be amazing. But you know what, so are the shots I’ve gotten so far! And the night’s just starting!
I will. Talk to you tomorrow.’
Sliding her phone back into her pocket, Sarah was about to head down for her first taste of New Orleans when its nightscape caught her eye. So beautiful were the neon lights in shimmering off the scene that she couldn’t help but stay a little while longer.
‘Five more minutes,’ she whispered to herself. ‘Just five more…’
Turning on to Bourbon on the opposite end, Jimmy pulled along his small suitcase while he walked down the street taking it all in. He had managed to lose Jake when the two had come upon a small group of flight attendants in the terminal, of who had all come together from different carriers in the like-mindedness of the pursuit to party.
Now alone and going wherever instinct took him, Jimmy’s stomach growled at the smell of the local cuisine filling the air, accompanied by the rhythm and jazz and the occasional eyeful of some woman flashing her breasts for a simple string of beads. Unsure if it was sensory overload or just hunger, he was beginning to feel a little dizzy…
Lying flat on his back and covered from head to toe in black, Agent Cormier held his soundless sniper rifle against his chest, waiting for Stevens to whisper in his earpiece the go-ahead to take the shot. He had been staring up at the night’s sky from his darkened balcony for ten minutes now, ever since the concealing color had emerged. It was the highest balcony, closest to the roof, and provided just the right angle he would need to ground the eagle permanently.
And like a flame to a short fuse, as the four words left Stevens’ mouth and came through the earpiece, ‘the eagle is wide’ sent Cormier springing up to a position of combat in a blink of an eye, his line of sight through the scope of his gun finding the back of Tyronne’s head as the thug leaned down to the table in front of him to sniff one of his white lines.
The back of his bodyguard was disappearing into the suite, perhaps to take a piss, or maybe even to take first crack at Little Bo Beep. Whatever the circumstance, the eagle was now wide, and Cormier squeezed the trigger…
Sarah’s five minutes had turned into ten, has she had found it impossible to pull herself away from the spectacle below. The dancing, the floats, the travelling bands. It was more than she had ever imagined. A natural high that actually had her feeling a little light-headed. Or at least that was the first thought to come to mind. But when the light-headedness had turned to full-out dizziness she got a little scared, the neons from down below blurring as she put out a hand to steady herself. But the hand found nothing, sending her body falling towards the edge of the roof, with scary turning to panic as both hands now grasp tight around the crude railing that was stopping her from tumbling forward and to certain death.
Only after a couple of seconds of collecting her bearings while clinging to the barrier did she realize she was safe from falling, her body lying flat on the roof after having subconsciously pushed itself back to safety.
But then it occurred to her, her camera was gone…
As soon as the bullet split through Tyronne’s skull and rendered his body limp Agent Cormier returned to his horizontal position on the floor of the darkened balcony, just in time to react with cat-like reflexes to reach up and catch a camera falling towards his face.
‘Breach up top,’ Cormier immediately transmitted to his partner. ‘Repeat, we have an emergency breach up top. Eagle has been grounded. I’m heading up now. Over.’
Stevens’ eyes scanned Tyronne’s balcony. The bodyguard had yet to return, and the subject appeared nothing more than passed out. With one more quick visual sweep of the entire scene, the agent determined that the breach must be confined to the roof, and within seconds was sprinting up one flight of stairs after another...
Sarah brought herself up to her knees but still felt an ever-increasing sense that her center was off balance, and as soon as she made it to her feet she was lifted up off the roof and engulfed by the night’s sky above…
Stevens made it up top just in time to catch sight of Cormier coming up from behind a woman and incapacitating her with chloroform. With gun drawn he made sure the roof top had no more possible threats, then moved in to aide his partner…
Every step proved harder in finding his balance than the previous one, and when his heartbeat began to echo throughout his body Jimmy knew it was something far greater than hunger that was affecting him.
Stopping in the middle of the crowd, he felt the handle of his pull-along slip from his grasp, but felt no need to go after it when it fell to the street. Instinct was all that mattered now, and it led him to follow his gaze into the hotel lobby to his left.
Like a gravitational pull, Jimmy’s body was being drawn towards one of the back exits of the hotel, each step now coming down with a sense of urgency until he burst through a door and out into an alley to find the taillights of a dark SUV as it sped away.
Unable to make out the license plate, all Jimmy could do was stand there, the obscure energy that had overtaken him now being sucked away until it, along with the vehicle, was no more.
END OF EXCERPT
So what led up to this, and what lies beyond? Find out soon, as Destined will be available in the coming weeks!
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Mardi Gras is being celebrated in New Orleans as I type this. Interestingly enough, a significant portion of my upcoming novella, Destined, takes place not only in this city of culture, but during the festive celebration it is known for. So I thought I'd share this exclusive excerpt with all of you!
But first, check out the cover and description...
https://www.facebook.com/RicoLamoureu...
Happy reading:)
*****
His left hand held her by the back of her neck, his right cupping her breast while feeding upon it as he steered his manhood into her inch by inch. The firm wet grasp she had him in sent fireworks bursting throughout the length of it, and just when she thought he had filled her he took his embracing hands, placed them against the surface he had her laid out on, and used his arms that were under her thighs to rise them up and pry her open even further. So deep were his thrusts now that with every one came the jolting gasp of her being stuffed with shocking pleasure.
Just as unique as each and every star in their universe, the array of stunning brilliance they had to please one another with was as vast as space itself. All fueled by a love, a passion, the core of which originated from the same infinite power. The energy of being. The energy within anything and everything. The completion of all things in alignment was the completion felt when he was with her.
In slow motion the colors of this perfect union began to rain down upon them. Every color imaginable, and every shade within that color. Reds, greens, yellows. The rainbow of existence kept going on and on around them until their bodies entered the state of supernova release.
As their cosmic bliss erupted so did the clarity of where they were in space and time. The endless colors took the form of beaded necklaces, the surface they laid atop that of a moving platform decorated in culture and showered in celebration…
Jimmy’s eyes fluttered open and he awoke to the feeling of descending. Buckled into the small seat alongside his colleagues, he realized they were about to land. His eyes shot down to his crotch…
Thankfully the mess of his wet dream hadn’t seeped through his uniform. He’d have to sneak away to the bathroom and get cleaned up before the wheels of the plane came to a stop, or else he’d be competing for the small cramped space. Officially, the flight attendants had a few minutes to prep before the passenger’s seatbelt light went off, but there would always be a few stubborn passengers who would ignore landing procedures and do as they pleased. So with his experience in timing the roll of the plane Jimmy unbuckled at just the right moment, quickly stood to his feet, and cautiously headed to the bathroom.
*****
Only once before had the special dreams come to Jimmy while in flight, and he had managed to maneuver his schedule with a fellow flight attendant even before touching down. But that was when he was still under the radar, using a multi-million dollar company as his own vehicle towards destiny. Such an advantage was no longer an option, and so he would no longer even bother trying to retrace the steps of his soul mate. At least not until he figured out a new way of doing so, for it would only lead to frustration and depression.
With the passengers herded off and the plane prepped for its next crew, Jimmy and Jake pulled along their small luggage as they walked alone through the empty walkway to the gate.
‘You’re laying over for a few days too, right?’ Jake asked. The two were around the same age, and although a layover meant drinking oneself into a hangover in the eyes of his counterpart, Jimmy had no intention in acting his age when all he wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die for awhile. And so came his simple monotone reply. ‘Yeah, just laying low for a couple of days.’
Oblivious to Jimmy’s sulking mood, Jake went on with his enthusiastic nature. ‘So whatdya’ say, Jimbo? How ’bout we stuff ourselves with gumbo, liquor it up with some sazeracs, and getted fucked by some creole. Got your beads ready?’
‘Beads?’
Jake held up a beaded necklace, the sight of it nearly causing Jimmy to topple over. ‘Mardi Gras, bro! We arrived right in time for Fat Tuesday!’ Slinging the beads over Jimmy’s shoulder, Jake’s hand came down atop his back as they neared the end of the walkway.
‘Yep,’ Jake went on. ‘the stars must be in alignment tonight, huh Jimmy-mon!’
With the beads resting against his pounding heart, Jimmy hoped with all his being that indeed the stars had finally aligned for he and his beloved.
Chapter Four
‘Yo, T…’ a voice called out from below Tyronne’s balcony. ‘T…’ These hotel balconies along Bourbon Street had been sold out for months in advance, but with his name and reputation having been well established, such waiting lists meant nothing to The Big Easy’s most infamous thug.
Tyronne spotted his boy Marquis down in the crowd, calling up to him with three mamacitas by his side. ‘Yo, T, these bitches say they wanna sample your sugar beads.’
The trio looked up to him with awe-struck eyes. The kind that say ‘we know who you are, and we’re ready to fuck.’ They were the kind of eyes that fell on Tyronne more times than not, for in the world of street hustlin’, hoes were infatuated with his kind of power, and would do anything for the bragging rights of being amongst thug royalty.
‘So let’s see ‘em,’ Tyronne yelled back as he put his hand out to the human pillar standing beside him. He was never seen without at least one bodyguard flanking him, and this evening, as the sun sizzled away and made room for the coming night on this Fat Tuesday, the arm of the massive crony guarding him was covered with Tyronne’s ‘sweet beads’.
Taking three of the necklaces into his hand Tyronne dangled them out for the girls to see, raising his voice loud enough for all to hear. ‘Show us what you got!’
The first two were used to this kind of flaunting, and lifted their shirts with no hesitation at all, their bare breasts sparking an instant cheer from the crowd. The third, however, was apparently a hoe-in-training, needing a little coaxing from her older cousin before she flashed hers as well.
Unlike the other two pairs of tits, that showed obvious signs of wear and tear from years of sluttin’-it-up, the youngest set was so high, small, and innocent that the crowd let out a puppy-love ‘ahhh!’ And like The Big Bad Wolf Tyronne saw himself to be, the scent of her underage innocence stirred his appetite.
He tossed the first set of beads down to hoe number one, and the second down to number two. But he kept the third necklace in his hand, pointed his big scary finger down to the innocent, and gestured with it for her to come up to him.
The girl’s eyes were as wide as the coming moon, with her feeling more nervous than she had ever been in her young life, yet excited to prove that she was a big girl now. So with the encouragement of total strangers and her own cousin, Little Bo Beep allowed herself to be guided by Marquis’ hand and was led upstairs to the dark world of The Big Bad Wolf.
The suite was full of Tyronne’s royal court, and he knew his chambermaids would know what to do with the itty bitty titty once they laid eyes on her. They’d give her the fifteen-minute prep. A glass of Jesus juice, a few hits of Cajun weed to loosen her up from any second thoughts, some bullshit lines of how ‘beautiful’ and ‘cool’ she was.
Meanwhile, he’d continue to pass out his ‘sweet beads’ to those Marquis would fish out from down below, the week-long street party being the perfect cover to introduce the new coca from down south. Nicely hidden within the festive beads, the free samples would flow freely, giving the eager noses of New Orleans a free ride on the latest white horse to charge out of Mexico…
Among the tourists and locals mingling to the sights, smells, and sounds of the French Quarter at its best was Agent Stevens, camouflaged with beads and the like to blend in perfectly while he stood stationed in front of the hotel across from Tyronne’s balcony. So unassuming he appeared that no one could have guessed that he was about to take part in an assassination.
Lifting his drink to cover his mouth, Stevens spoke into the watch on his wrist to update Cormier. ‘Eagle remains perched. Stand by…’
Above the Agent and in a world all her own, Sarah was in her element up on the roof of the hotel she was staying at, filling her camera with the initial images of this year’s Mardi Gras coming to life.
Above her the last of the day’s light was going out, her fingers clicking away to capture that small window of dusk hovering over the culture of the city as it was about to set ablaze.
Just when she had snapped that last shot of twilight, Sarah’s cellphone rang.
‘Hello… hey, Dennis.
Uh-huh. I checked in about an hour ago.
Yeah, I’m about to grab a bite-
Ok, ok, more than a bite! I know, the food is going to be amazing. But you know what, so are the shots I’ve gotten so far! And the night’s just starting!
I will. Talk to you tomorrow.’
Sliding her phone back into her pocket, Sarah was about to head down for her first taste of New Orleans when its nightscape caught her eye. So beautiful were the neon lights in shimmering off the scene that she couldn’t help but stay a little while longer.
‘Five more minutes,’ she whispered to herself. ‘Just five more…’
Turning on to Bourbon on the opposite end, Jimmy pulled along his small suitcase while he walked down the street taking it all in. He had managed to lose Jake when the two had come upon a small group of flight attendants in the terminal, of who had all come together from different carriers in the like-mindedness of the pursuit to party.
Now alone and going wherever instinct took him, Jimmy’s stomach growled at the smell of the local cuisine filling the air, accompanied by the rhythm and jazz and the occasional eyeful of some woman flashing her breasts for a simple string of beads. Unsure if it was sensory overload or just hunger, he was beginning to feel a little dizzy…
Lying flat on his back and covered from head to toe in black, Agent Cormier held his soundless sniper rifle against his chest, waiting for Stevens to whisper in his earpiece the go-ahead to take the shot. He had been staring up at the night’s sky from his darkened balcony for ten minutes now, ever since the concealing color had emerged. It was the highest balcony, closest to the roof, and provided just the right angle he would need to ground the eagle permanently.
And like a flame to a short fuse, as the four words left Stevens’ mouth and came through the earpiece, ‘the eagle is wide’ sent Cormier springing up to a position of combat in a blink of an eye, his line of sight through the scope of his gun finding the back of Tyronne’s head as the thug leaned down to the table in front of him to sniff one of his white lines.
The back of his bodyguard was disappearing into the suite, perhaps to take a piss, or maybe even to take first crack at Little Bo Beep. Whatever the circumstance, the eagle was now wide, and Cormier squeezed the trigger…
Sarah’s five minutes had turned into ten, has she had found it impossible to pull herself away from the spectacle below. The dancing, the floats, the travelling bands. It was more than she had ever imagined. A natural high that actually had her feeling a little light-headed. Or at least that was the first thought to come to mind. But when the light-headedness had turned to full-out dizziness she got a little scared, the neons from down below blurring as she put out a hand to steady herself. But the hand found nothing, sending her body falling towards the edge of the roof, with scary turning to panic as both hands now grasp tight around the crude railing that was stopping her from tumbling forward and to certain death.
Only after a couple of seconds of collecting her bearings while clinging to the barrier did she realize she was safe from falling, her body lying flat on the roof after having subconsciously pushed itself back to safety.
But then it occurred to her, her camera was gone…
As soon as the bullet split through Tyronne’s skull and rendered his body limp Agent Cormier returned to his horizontal position on the floor of the darkened balcony, just in time to react with cat-like reflexes to reach up and catch a camera falling towards his face.
‘Breach up top,’ Cormier immediately transmitted to his partner. ‘Repeat, we have an emergency breach up top. Eagle has been grounded. I’m heading up now. Over.’
Stevens’ eyes scanned Tyronne’s balcony. The bodyguard had yet to return, and the subject appeared nothing more than passed out. With one more quick visual sweep of the entire scene, the agent determined that the breach must be confined to the roof, and within seconds was sprinting up one flight of stairs after another...
Sarah brought herself up to her knees but still felt an ever-increasing sense that her center was off balance, and as soon as she made it to her feet she was lifted up off the roof and engulfed by the night’s sky above…
Stevens made it up top just in time to catch sight of Cormier coming up from behind a woman and incapacitating her with chloroform. With gun drawn he made sure the roof top had no more possible threats, then moved in to aide his partner…
Every step proved harder in finding his balance than the previous one, and when his heartbeat began to echo throughout his body Jimmy knew it was something far greater than hunger that was affecting him.
Stopping in the middle of the crowd, he felt the handle of his pull-along slip from his grasp, but felt no need to go after it when it fell to the street. Instinct was all that mattered now, and it led him to follow his gaze into the hotel lobby to his left.
Like a gravitational pull, Jimmy’s body was being drawn towards one of the back exits of the hotel, each step now coming down with a sense of urgency until he burst through a door and out into an alley to find the taillights of a dark SUV as it sped away.
Unable to make out the license plate, all Jimmy could do was stand there, the obscure energy that had overtaken him now being sucked away until it, along with the vehicle, was no more.
END OF EXCERPT
So what led up to this, and what lies beyond? Find out soon, as Destined will be available in the coming weeks!
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DAY 137 - Destined
Welcome my wonderful readers!
Good to be back after that hiatus I had to take. But don't worry, I kept busy-LOL! (Adding new content to my website, finishing up my latest literary work, etc.) Not much has changed in the world these past couple of weeks, so we'll get right into today's news...
My latest novella, Destined, is now available! This is actually book #1 of The Book of Truths Quintet. Five novellas that are richly philosophical, each with its own set of characters and storyline. All linked by the mysterious and awe-inspiring character of Omit and his Book of Truths. For a more in-depth look at this quintet, (book covers and descriptions of each) check them out here on my facebook author page...
https://www.facebook.com/RicoLamoureu...
And now for an exclusive offer for YOU, my wonderful readers! As well as a few interesting tidbits about Destined that you'll also only find here...!
First off, for the next 24 hours, you can get a copy of Destined (instant download) at 50% off! Time is starting now, so click on over before it's too late...!
http://www.lulu.com/shop/rico-lamoure...
...Got your copy? Cool! And thanks so much for your support! I'm sure it's a story you soon won't forget!
And now for the few tidbits on Destined...
1) I first wrote the story as a screenplay, back when I was running around the maze of Hollywood. So while reading it, if you get the sense that it would make a great movie, now you know that it was originally intended for such!
Even after I stopped running in circles around the Hollywood Hamster Wheel I knew this story was so special that I just couldn't toss it into the what-could-have-been box of screenplays, and so I adapted my own work, and now here it is, released out into the world as if DESTINED!
2) John and Gloria Borelli, the two main characters of Destined, are actually named after my grandparents!
3) I've always been captivated by the world of Titanic, and as you will see when you read Destined, I pay a little homage to it with John and Gloria's story:)
4) I only got the idea for The Book of Truths Quintet when I was adapting Destined from screenplay to novella.
5) As you will find when you reach the end of Destined, I have included a substantial excerpt from book #2 that you won't find anywhere else!
So there you have it! You saved half off on your copy of this novella by purchasing it now, and you got to know a little behind-the-story secrets!
See you tomorrow:)
Good to be back after that hiatus I had to take. But don't worry, I kept busy-LOL! (Adding new content to my website, finishing up my latest literary work, etc.) Not much has changed in the world these past couple of weeks, so we'll get right into today's news...
My latest novella, Destined, is now available! This is actually book #1 of The Book of Truths Quintet. Five novellas that are richly philosophical, each with its own set of characters and storyline. All linked by the mysterious and awe-inspiring character of Omit and his Book of Truths. For a more in-depth look at this quintet, (book covers and descriptions of each) check them out here on my facebook author page...
https://www.facebook.com/RicoLamoureu...
And now for an exclusive offer for YOU, my wonderful readers! As well as a few interesting tidbits about Destined that you'll also only find here...!
First off, for the next 24 hours, you can get a copy of Destined (instant download) at 50% off! Time is starting now, so click on over before it's too late...!
http://www.lulu.com/shop/rico-lamoure...
...Got your copy? Cool! And thanks so much for your support! I'm sure it's a story you soon won't forget!
And now for the few tidbits on Destined...
1) I first wrote the story as a screenplay, back when I was running around the maze of Hollywood. So while reading it, if you get the sense that it would make a great movie, now you know that it was originally intended for such!
Even after I stopped running in circles around the Hollywood Hamster Wheel I knew this story was so special that I just couldn't toss it into the what-could-have-been box of screenplays, and so I adapted my own work, and now here it is, released out into the world as if DESTINED!
2) John and Gloria Borelli, the two main characters of Destined, are actually named after my grandparents!
3) I've always been captivated by the world of Titanic, and as you will see when you read Destined, I pay a little homage to it with John and Gloria's story:)
4) I only got the idea for The Book of Truths Quintet when I was adapting Destined from screenplay to novella.
5) As you will find when you reach the end of Destined, I have included a substantial excerpt from book #2 that you won't find anywhere else!
So there you have it! You saved half off on your copy of this novella by purchasing it now, and you got to know a little behind-the-story secrets!
See you tomorrow:)
Cafe Lamoureux
Cafe Lamoureux started off as a daily video blog on youtube and has now taken the form of a daily blog here on goodreads. In addition to discussing his literary works, Rico Lamoureux will be posting d
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