I owe everyone a big apology.... Okay so those of you who write, know life has away of getting in the way of you personal plans, I have not written part 5 cause honestly my MUSE needs a break! LOL she gave me the evil and asked me to please give her a break so that is what I am going to do. I hope to have part 5 up soon.*Whispering* she won't stay mad at me long! LOL I hope you all understand and please feel fre to share this blog and leave comments. Much love always -DPR

NOTE TO READER: I do apologize for the late post of "Just One Last Taste Part 4" Over the past week, I became very busy  with work and life lol that it left me no time to write. Also ,the dreaded flu monster decided that it wanted bring its ugly head into my life and I was out for the count. But I sucked it up after much (encouragemet) ha ha...  from some very loyal readers: Lee, Tiffany and Novella.. I sucked it up and banged  it out! LMBO! I must say that I enjoyed writing this part and  I hope you all enjoy it too. Also, please leave comments and don't forget to share this with others who may enjoy the story Thanks..-DPR

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Just One Last Taste Part 4



Maya opened her eyes slowly and looked around the darken room. It was so dark that she could barely see her hand in front of her face. As much as she tried, she realized that there was no source of light to be found anywhere. The loose and cool sheets that draped across her body felt slick and smooth like satin.  She also realized that the bed was much bigger than her queen size bed because no matter how far she stretched in a certain direction, she couldn’t feel the end of it.  As she laid there unsure of her surroundings, she tried to remember exactly how she got  there in the first place. While she stared into the abyss of perpetual darkness, visions soon started to flood her mind on all the past events that happened to bring her to her current circumstance.

 As the vision started to unfold, she saw herself going into Armand’s apartment, she saw how she admired the paintings on the wall and how she enjoyed the sweet wine and good food. She soon realized that not only did this vision allow her to see, but it allowed her to feel. As the vision continued to play she was soon engulfed again by Armand’s warmth and the remembrance of the fire behind his eyes excited her all over again. It then flashed to the moment where he kissed her and how hungry they were for each other. The vision twirled to the scene of the dance and the exotic and lustful noise that came out of both their mouths. The scent of spices tantalized her nose, the heat of desire filled her and the sheer knowing of familiarity sprang from within her soul. The vision then suddenly started to spiral and twist until it soon turned cold. As Maya laid there entranced by the vision that had seemed to have taken control of her, she curled herself up in a ball and started shivering from fear.  The vision moved to the moment when she saw Armand’s eyes turned gold, she could feel the tension in the air and anger radiate all around her in the atmosphere.  

Horror grasped her as she realized Armand wasn’t going to let her go. Then swiftly the vision moved to the moment where she ran towards the door and how he suddenly stopped her from reaching it. She could feel the rush adrenaline pumping through her veins as she fought with all she had to get past Armand to the door. She shuttered, as it showed her being slammed up against the wall and she could feel Armand’s warm breath upon her neck as he struggled for control.  The vision then turned and moved down a spiral slope and fear soon turned to anger. Maya then un-curled herself and even though it was dark she knew her eyes were blood red. The vision moved to the moment when she heard Armand’s voice whispering in her ear and telling her that she couldn’t go home anymore. She saw herself fighting against Armand to no prevail. She saw when he finally put her back on the ground and backed away from her, it then showed her running past him towards the kitchen. She aggressively picked  up  the knife that was lying on the counter top and she pointed it defiantly at Armand. She could hear his laugh as he taunted her and asked what was she going to do with the knife? A smile played across her lips as the vision replayed her response to him. She could hear the anger and the validity behind her words as she told him that she was going to F*ck him up if he came any closer to her. Even though the room was dark, she could see red sparks spill in all around her as anger continued to swell within her. The vision then showed Armand dashing towards her looking more animal that man.  She saw herself swipe at him with the knife as he charged her and barely missing him as he knocks the knife out of her hand and whips himself behind her and wrapping his arms around her neck. Again, she could feel Armand’s warm breath across her skin and the moist of his tongue as he kissed her neck. Then she saw him whispering something in ear, something foreign, something alien and the next thing she knew she was out. When the vision ended, Maya laid there in the bed  filled with so much anger that she abruptly sat up and screamed Armand’s name with total rage. Something inside her snapped and she then knew she had to find a way out, she had to survive and when she was done, she was going to find Armand and destroy him.

Raged fueled her and determination ignited her as she started scooting herself across the bed. She knew that the bed had to stop somewhere and she was determined to find out. No sooner than a few more scoots did she feel the edge of the bed and she slowly put her feet on the ground. She was thankful that the floor was carpeted and it felt warm against her feet. Not sure of which way to go she slowly made baby steps towards the direction in front of her.

I just got to hit a wall somewhere.

After it seemed like forever Maya finally did hit the wall. She quickly started feeling down the wall to see if she could find a light switch or door. She carefully moved a little bit to her right and slid her fingers up and down against it, looking for anything that give her clue on how to get out of there. When she couldn’t find anything in one spot, she would move to another.  She soon realized that the room was in a circular shape, the walls themselves were smooth with no cracks or nooks or anything indicating any flaws in the structure.  The more she moved around the room, the more her rage began to bubble inside her. She soon started kicking and screaming at walls, banging her fist against them, screaming to be let free. Yet, through all that; no one came and the room was still dark. Maya made her way slowly back to the bed. She then crawled to what she deemed was the middle of the bed, crossed her legs and sat there.  Her rage, no longer wanting to be contained begged and pleaded with her to be set free and Maya not knowing what else to do let it loose.

Maya screamed again and rage burst through her as light can break through the darkness. She felt an energy move all around her, caressing her, comforting her, strengthing her.  It lulled her with promises of vengeance and blood and it told her that it was going to take care of her and kill all who would harm her. She belonged to the rage and the rage belonged to her. Rage would not let her fear, rage told her to be patient and in due time the enemy will come and when they do nothing in hell could stop her. So Maya sat in middle of the bed letting rage be her teacher and she be it’s student.

Maya didn’t know how many hours had passed since she’s been in the room. All she knew was that when the time came, she was going get out and she was going to kill all who stood in her way.

Yes, my darling; listen to your rage. I will never fail you. We have been long separated you and I, but this has allowed us to be together again. I will kill all those who will try to harm you. Do you believe me?

Yes, I do.

Then let us join together and with me, you will never know fear again. You will dine on the flesh of your enemies and your cups will overflow with their blood. I will dawn your head with gold and silver and I will clothed you from the core of midnight. Those who see you will worship you in all your glory. You will be Queen among all. High you will sit above and people will tremble at your feet. You and I were meant to be and together we will rule all things. Maya, join me and together we will be unstoppable.

Yes, I will.

What seemed like a whole day had gone by; Maya heard a crack in the wall. Not wanting to give anything away to her enemy she sat still on the bed with her legs crossed and her face fallen to the laps of her breast. The wall soon cracked all the way opened and Maya heard small feet move across the room.  Still not wanting to alert her enemy of her plan she sat perfectly still. She then heard a small voice speaking  to her. The voice was soft and sweet and she hated it.  The voice showed weakness and there will be no room for weakness in her kingdom; she calculated this one would be an easy kill. The voice spoke again and this time she listened to the words coming forth. 

“Maya, my name is Alice and I was sent up here to take-care you. I do apologize for what my master has done. He didn’t mean to at all. You see it’s been a very long time and he just got overwhelmed and the startling news just… well you know… set him off.”

Maya didn’t care who or what this voice was referring to, she just knew that she had to get out of there and her rage was settled there within her, ready to jump at a moment’s notice.

“Maya”, said the voice again.  “Do you want anything…maybe something to eat or drink? There is a bathroom across the hall and we have a better room already prepared for you. If you don’t mind you can follow me and I will take you there. ”

Maya was curious to what owned this little voice, so slowly she lifted her head and cracked opened her eyes. When she did so, she quickly shut them because the light shining through was so blinding that it hurt to open them. She waited a few minutes and then tired to open her eyes again. This time when she opened them she saw a small woman with a plump frame and grayish curly hair smile up at her. The woman had mousey eyes with pointed ears and a stubble nose. Maya stared at the woman blankly for a few moments. She then looked at the open door and back at the woman. She started calculating how fast the woman might be able to move, but looking at her, she realized there was no way that this puny creature could beat her towards the door and her freedom. She looked at the creature again and she let a sinister smile crawl across her lips and when she spoke her voice took on a rich melodic tone that even surprised her.

“You said you master put me in this room, correct?”, said Maya

The little woman just nodded her.

“You also said that he lost control and that he didn’t meant to harm me, correct?”

Again the woman nodded her head this time a little nervous.

“ Then you say, he was so shaken by some strange news that he held me against my will, knocked me out and locked me in a darken room!”

And before the woman shake her head, Maya flew off the bed with unnatural speed and seized the woman by the neck.  She could feel the woman’s life force in her hands trembling with fear at her touch. She watched the woman’s sweat trickled down face as anguish filled her eyes. Maya threw back her head and laughed.

Yes, said the rage. She fears us as she should. Like I have promised you! No one will ever stop you/us again. Now, go and make this thing tell you/us how get out of here.

Yes, let’s make her tell us everything.

As Maya held the woman grasp between life and death. she felt power that she has not known before surge within her. She embraced it and accepted it as hers and hers alone.

She looked down at the woman again and saw terror run through her.

“Your… Your… eyes…”, said the woman. “There red… they are not… there is no way… Oh No!...”

“Oh yes! You weak and pathetic thing, you are smart to fear me. Cause I will kill you if you don’t help me. Do I make myself clear?”

The little woman shook head.

“Good”, said Maya “Now tell me, how do I get out of here?”

“There is but one way out and that’s through the front door, but its heavily guarded they won’t let you escape.”

“Really?”, laughed Maya. We shall see about that.

A few minutes later,Maya and the woman were walking down the hall. Maya had the woman by the neck and told her that if she even thought about screaming she would kill her and watch her blood spill to the floor. As the little woman continued guiding Maya down the hall; Maya started to observe her surroundings. she  looked upon with a sneer  at the bright colors of the paintings of the wall. She was  sickened by smell of spice in the air and she was pissed at the never ending peace that seemed to be present within this house.

Yes darling, recognize It, study it, and then destroy it! They had peace while you were locked away for no reason in a darken room. They find joy in the beauty of art when they should of saved you. Don’t worry we will make them grovel in pain and we will destroy all those closest to them, so they will no longer inhabit peace. Yes darling, we will do great things together.

As Maya and the little woman descended down the steps into the foyer there was a loud commotion going on and people started yelling all about.

“She has Alice!”, someone shouted

“Ahhhhhh… look at her eyes!”, yelled another voice.

The rage inside her started to laugh at the fear of these lesser beings. It drank its fill of fear as if it was nectar from a ripen tree. Power surged around Maya as she continued into the foyer and she enjoyed it. To be feared above all things was power that she would bath in and would kill all to keep. As soon as she got in the middle of the room she saw the front door. Not willing to show all her cards to her enemy or take an un-needed chances, she continued to grasp the neck of the little woman and instructed her to take her towards the door. 

 No sooner did she give those instructions when five well built, gorgeous and potentially deadly men stepped in front of her. She surveyed them equally and each one had their own amount of strength, flaws, and power. Yes, power radiated off these men and if it was any other time she would seduce the men and steal all that they have, but not at this moment.

As Maya continued to regard the men, she noticed that they were regarding her.  One of them with fair skin and long black hair spoke to her and said, “Maya, we mean you no harm here, but if you don’t let Alice go we will fight you and I cannot promise you won’t’ be hurt.”

Laughing Maya looked at the long hair man and said, “Do what you must, but if you don’t let me go, I will kill her and you right along with her.”

 “So be it.”, said the man with the long hair.

Smiling Maya took a deep breath and summoned all the rage within her.  A red mist started to swirl all around her and her eyes blazed brighter than ever.  She lifted her hand and pointed her finger at the man with the long hair and before she knew it, Armand appeared out of nowhere pushing the long haired man out of the way as a blast of power left her, nearly missing them and destroy the walls behind them.  Laughing hysterically, Maya embraced the power within her again and just as she was about to give off another shot.

Armand appeared before her and said, “Maya my love please stop this. All we want to do is help!”

Don’t listen to him. Remember he hurt you, he locked you up. He made you fear him. Now, make him fear you!

With a twisted smile Maya slowly lifted her finger to Armand’s face and said, “Die bastard! You will never lock me up again!”

As power began to surge through her one more time to let out a blast, a voice from behind her with equal power called her name.

“Maya stop!”

She turned around, but all she could see was a white light. “Let the woman go!”, yelled the voice.

“No!”, screamed Maya.

“You cannot have her.”, said the voice “She does not belong to you!”

“She's mine!”, said Maya, but she realized that it wasn’t her voice speaking, but another’s.

“She is not and never will be.”, said the voice. “I will make sure of that.”

“I have already seen into her soul you are too late!”, said the voice coming from Maya.

And before she knew it a surge of power blasted into her knocking her so hard that flew across the room and slammed into the wall. As she laid there she could feel her own rage residing away from her.  People started to gather all around and she felt strong arms pull her close and heard a voice whisper the words sorry in her ear. She noticed that the bright light grew closer and as it got closer to her, she looked and was shocked at what she saw. She opened her mouth and she said, “Grandma?”

“Yes, baby it’s me.”

Then room started to fade and soon she was out.

Please come back next Friday for Part 5 of Just One Last Taste… Until Next time Peace and Love Always-DPR

Hey everyone!

I would first like to thank you all for stopping by and reading the blog. It really means a lot to me that people are intrested in my stories. Due to unforeseen circumstances I am unable to up load Chapter 4 tomorrow but  it will be loaded on SAT of this week! I do apologize for all of those who have been standing with me on this project and I promise when part 4 is loaded  you will be in love... until next time DPR



JUST ONE LAST TASTE PART 3



As Maya stepped into Armand’s apartment, she felt like she was stepping into something familiar. There was a spice in the air that seemed to trigger all her senses. The warm scent of cinnamon and vanilla mixed with a hint of nutmeg enveloped her like a fitted glove clutching close to her skin, soothing any anxiety she might have felt earlier. As she continued looking around the living room, she noticed that the walls were nicely decorated with abstract paintings and few tribal masks that were a lined neatly against them. She also noticed that his furniture was strangely comforting and it was nothing like she would have pictured for a man like Armand. 

His brown plush couch and loveseat were fixed caddy cornered to each other with a flat screen TV adjacent to them on the wall.  On the other side of the room was a mahogany dining table that was big enough for two people to sit and eat at comfortably.  After her quick inspection of the room, Maya took a glance at Armand. He was dressed in washed out jeans and he too wore a red shirt with sleeves that were raised just about his arm so that every time he moved you could see his muscles slightly contract. She dared herself and took a glance into his eyes: there was hunger there, none that she has ever seen on a man before. Any person in their right mind would be bolting towards the door never to look back, but yet, she wasn’t afraid of him. What she saw behind his eyes didn’t scare her, but excited her; as if it was speaking to her, assuring that everything was going to be okay. They regarded each other for a few seconds and then Maya turned her head back to the living room, took a deep breath and said, “You have a lovely home.”

“Thank you. It’s not much but it serves it purpose for now … Please May I take your coat?", asked Armand in his heavily rich and accented voice that seem to have dropped a few octaves lower.

“Umm sure”, said Maya “

Laughing Armand took Maya’s coat in his arms and put it on the coat rack that was hanging beside the door.

“Well!”, said Armand “Please have a seat.  Would you like something to drink? I have red wine chilling or I have some coke if you prefer?”

Smiling Maya said, “Red Wine please.” 

“Great choice.”, said Armand

And with that he left Maya sitting on the couch as he went back to the kitchen area to get her a glass of wine. While she waited for Armand to return, she got up and started walking towards the paintings on the wall. There were six of them and each one was placed in a perfect line one beside the other.  The first one had swirls of blue and gold that looked almost like ribbons dancing with each other in perfect harmony. There was a sense of peace about this painting, a harmony that she felt she once knew a long time ago.  The second painting had colors of orange and green and as she stared at it, she could almost see a rich forest penetrating through it. Life seemed to radiate through the painting, it felt like it represented the beginning of all things. Again, she felt like she knew this painting and it was speaking to her spirit as much as the other one was.  As she continued looking at each painting, the feeling of familiarity became stronger with each one that she assessed.  

The last painting on the wall had the colors of black and red that were swirled and intertwined with one another.  As she stared at the painting something seemed to snap within her soul. Not only was this painting familiar, but she understood the meaning of its passion and of its sorrow, two emotions that were on separate sides of the spectrum, but worked together in a perfect  union. She took her finger and she slowly and gently started following the lines within the painting, stroking the curves of the red swirls and out lining the brush strokes of the black lines

Why do I know this painting? Why do they feel so real to me, like they are mine?

She was so entranced with the painting that she jumped when felt Armand's warm hand on her shoulder.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”, said Armand huskily. As she looked up at him she could see his gaze heavy upon her face and she watched his eyes as they lingered upon her lips.

Licking her lips Maya whispered, “Yes, it is… where did you get it?”

His hand slowly started to caress her shoulder, using his thumb to make circular movements on the back of her shoulder blade.  With his eyes still fixed on her lips Armand said, “I have had these paintings for many years.  A person very close to me painted them and when they had to leave, I kept them in hopes to one day to return it to them.”

“Where did the person go?”, said Maya.

Armand dropped his hand from Maya’s shoulder and handed her a glass filled with red wine.

“Here is your wine, please taste and let me know what you think of it. I doubt that you will find another like it.”

Maya took the glass in her hand and no sooner did she put the glass to her lips that the sweet aroma of the wine aroused her senses. As she tasted the wine an explosion of vibrant strawberries that had been laced with the hint of sun kissed kiwis tickled and played with her tongue.

“Wow!” exclaimed Maya. “This is good!”

Laughing Armand said, “I am glad you like, it was made from my personal vineyard.”

“Really?”, said Maya. “I didn’t know… I mean… you own a vineyard?”

“Yes, I own a vine yard and many other things that I would like to share with you in time.”

“What do you mean by that?”, said Maya.

With his hand stretched out he said, “Come let us dine together.”

“Okay…” stammered Maya as she took his hand. He led her across the room to the dining room table. As they got closer to the table she noticed that the table was eloquently set with a medium sized candelabra in center of the table. The candelabra was surrounded by red and white rose petals and the silver laced plates glistened under the candle light.  Armand pulled a chair out for Maya and beckoned her to sit down. He then disappeared into the kitchen. As Maya sat there she couldn’t shake the feeling that she has done this before.

Why do I feel like I know this man. I only met him today; I should not be having these kinds of feelings towards him.

Realizing that she hasn’t texted Andria yet, she pulled her phone out of her purse and dialed Andria’s number.

***ring**ring**

“Hello,” Andria said, “Maya is everything alright?”

Whispering Maya said, “Hey chica... Yeah everything is okay. I am calling to tell you that you don’t have to do the operation check on my best friend, the date is going great.”

“Hmmm… I don’t know Maya; I mean you just met him. I would feel comfortable if I at least text you in a hour or so just to see if your okay.”

“I am telling you girl I am going to be fine, but just to put your mind at ease, if I don’t contact you by twelve then feel free to blow up my phone as much as you want and if I don’t answer then call the police.”

“Okay….”, said Andria “Well you be safe and I want all the juicy and nasty details later.”

“HUH! I am telling you nothing is going to happen between us.”, exclaimed Maya

“Yeah, Yeah… bye chica”

“Bye girl!”, said Maya and as soon as she hung up the phone in came Armand with two platters in his hand.  One platter contained a mix green salad and the other held slices of pork tenderloin that was glazed with a sweet apricot sauce.

“Oh my goodness!”, “I mean I heard of men who can cook, but honey it looks like you really can cook.”

Laughing Armand prepared Maya’s plate and placed it in front of her and then he prepared his plate and sat in the chair adjacent from her.

“Please dig in.”, said Armand

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”, exclaimed Maya.  As Maya took a bite of the tenderloin she was overflowed with the salty and sweet mix as it tantalized her tasted buds. “Mmmmmmhhhh!”, moaned Maya. “ This is soooooo good! Wow! So now I know that you can cook like this, we might have to make this an everyday thing.”, said Maya flirtatiously.

“I am glad that you are enjoying it.  Maya tell me about yourself have you always lived in Cherrydale, South Carolina?”

“As long as I can remember I have.” said Maya sheepishly. “I grew up with my grandmother who is still living by the way. She owns a small second hand bookstore on the west side of town. I don’t really remember too much of my parents, but my grandmother told me that my mom died  long ago and as far as my dad is concerned I never met him and to my grandmother he was dead anyways.

“Really.”, said Armand surprised. “Why would she think that?”

“I don’t know.”, said Maya. “She would never talk about him and even if I tried to ask her questions like who was I most like my mom or my dad? She would get mad and tell me to never compare myself to him ever again. So, I just stopped asking.”

“Interesting”, said Armand.

“Yeah it is, but we got along fine and I moved out about three years ago and have been doing fine on my own ever since.”

“It looks like you have.”, said Armand as he slowly moved himself away from the table, he reached out his hand again and said, “Come dance with me.” Stunned by the sudden change of subject, Maya glanced longley at her pork tenderloin and said, “okay…but ummm we will come back to finish eating right?”

“Yes, Maya and many other things, but let’s dance.”

Maya took Armand’s hand and he led her to the center of the living room. He put his arm around her waist and slowly started dancing. Confused, Maya asked. “Ummmm…Armand…. What are we dancing to?”

“Well… music… do you not hear it?” and just as she was about to say no, she heard it. At first it seemed soft, but then it started to grow louder and as the volume continued to grow louder the closerArmand pulled Maya to him.

The sensual music was beautiful and it engulfed the room with its presence. As the beat crescendo, the faster Armand moved them and as the beat decrescendo the slower Armand moved. The music in itself had a life of its own; taking Maya on a world wind of emotions, twisting and turning her in its own pure essence of raw energy.

 As they danced, Maya allowed her body to relax against Armand, letting him take full charge of her movements. As her arms rested around his neck, Maya closed her eyes and breathed in deeply taking in his full scent of spice and musk that was truly male.  Heat swirled within her as Armand’s cheek rested gently against her cheek, she giggled softly as his face hair slightly tickled her. She was so taken by it all that she barely noticed when Armand started to kiss her gently against her neck. First, the kisses were small and soft and as they continued, they grew longer and more heated. Soon waves of hunger seemed to devour them both as Armand fervently kissed her neck giving a low growl each time she tried pull herself closer to him, tighting her arms around his neck.

Just as Maya thought she couldn’t take any more, Armand kissed her deeply on the lips igniting a fire that seemed to have been  buried so deep inside her, that her body was set ablaze instantly. Passionately, they continued to kiss, clawing against each other’s skin making low moans and growls. Just as if someone flashed on a light in a darken room Maya abruptly pulled out of Armand’s arms and backed away from him slowly panting.  She looked up at Armand and saw that his eyes were no longer black, but gold. Knowing that something must be wrong she closed her eyes shook her head and looked at him again. This time his eyes were back to their original color.

“Sorry…” said Armand breathlessly "Maya, I didn’t mean to… I mean I meant too, but not like this”

“Yeah I seem to be getting a lot of the "sorry" this week”, said Maya

“What do you mean?”, asked Armand who was still panting a little as he walked over to sit down on the couch.

“Well… I mean it’s just been one rough week. A few days ago my boyfriend of three years broke up with me stating that it wasn’t me it was him.”

Smirking Armand said, “Well his lost and hopefully my gain.”

Shaking off the sudden heat that rose to her cheeks Maya continued “And then I met you on the elevator on my way to the police….”

“Hold… What do you mean?  Why did you have to go to the police?”, asked Armand in steely voice. His body language was no longer relaxed and playful as it was earlier, but more taunt and alert.

“Well.”, said Maya nervously “I went to the police because I got a phone call from a man with a deep baritone voice stating that he has been looking all over for me and that he was coming to see me in 4 days. The call sort of freaked me out so I went to the police to see if there was anything I can do about it and since it was only one call it couldn’t be counted as a prank call so I am basically stuck.”

When Maya finished she noticed that the temperature in the room dropped and that Armand was un-naturally still with his head down and eyes closed.

“Damn!”, growled Armand “I thought I had more time…. No Fu*k^%$ way he found you before me. Shit! There must be a snitch within the ranks.”

“Huh?”, said Maya “I am confused what are you talking about?”

With his head still down, Armand  said in a stone voice, “Maya, I’m sorry, but you can’t go home now.”

“What do you mean I can’t go home?… what in the hell is going….”  Before Maya could finish her sentence Armand lifted his head and looked up at her  and she saw that his  eyes were no longer black, but blazing gold.

“Oh, Sh**!”, screamed Maya as she made a dash towards the front door. She was almost at the door when a blur went flying by her and before she knew it, she was slamming against Armand. “Let me the F***k out of here”, screamed Maya as she balled up her fist and started punching Armand in the chest. Just as she was about to give him one big punch in the face Armand swiftly grabbed Maya and slammed her up against the door. Disorientated by the sudden impact, it took her a few seconds to realize that she was slammed against the door and that her feet  were no longer touching the ground. On her neck she could feel Armand’s warm breath as he raggedly breathed and struggled for control. “Maya!”, growled Armand. “Again, you cannot leave.” He then let his lips slide gently across her neck and breathed in deeply like he was taking all of her in. He then pulled slightly away from her using one hand to  hold her against the wall,  she was relieved that he was no longer upon her, but was un-nerved  by the fact that one arm of his was strong enough to keep her from moving. “What the freak are you?”, screamed Maya.

Ignoring her, he then reached into his pocket pulled out his cell phone and speed dialed a number.  It rang a few times before Maya heard a male's voice on the other end. “We have been compromised.”, said Armand. “He knows she’s here… Yes, I damn well know the Old Lady is not going to like this, but I am bringing her in!” Then Armand hung up the phone and looked down at Maya. “Sorry Maya, but I have no choice… you must come with me.”

“No the hell I don’t!”, screamed Maya.

Laughing Armand said, “We will see about that.”

Please come back next Friday for Part 4 of Just One Last Taste… Until Next time Peace and Love Always-DPR.

Greetings!


First, I would like to thank you all for the great response that you have shown this blog! I love listening to everyone's comments about the mini series "Just One Last Taste" and how everyone is excited that my novella " The Masquerade" that will be launched on Barnes and Noble  and Amazon SOON.  Many of you have expressed to me that waiting a whole week for the next installment of the mini series is just down right wrong, lol so I have decided to post some book trailers of my favorite authors whose writings have inspired me over the years and have made me want to pursue a career in writing.




First featured author is: Sherriyln Kenyon
Types of Novels: Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy
Website: http://www.officialsanctuary.com/the-story-thus-far/

Let's take a closer look atMrs. Sherrilyn Kenyon and how she got started:

I was able to meet Mrs. Keyon back in September, 2010 and I must say she is one of the nicest people I have ever met. Also, I got her to sign  the back of my Barnes and Noble wifi Nook and the hardcover of ACHERON !

One of my favorite books from her DARK HUNTER SERIES is:

ACHERON, whose presence is ever prevalent in every Dark Hunter book. He is one the most alluring and attractive characters I have ever read. He has always been a form of mystery, someone who is untouchable and unexplainable throughout her whole series, until she wrote his story ACHERON. This is one my all times FAVORITE books in the series and I promise if you pick it up to read you will not be disappointed.

If you would like to know more about Mrs. Sherrilyn Kenyon please stop by her website and check her out!  Until next time, love and peace always DPR

Just One Last Taste Part 2

 

Determined that she was going to go to the police, Maya jumped out of bed ran to the bathroom to take a shower and brush her teeth. Then she dressed herself in a pair of form fitting jeans and a black sweater top that hugged closely to her curvaceous body and pulled on a pair of black boots.  As she walked into her living room she realized that the glass from the shattered frame was still on the floor.  She quickly went into the kitchen picked up the dust pan and broom and started sweeping up all the glass.  As she bent down to sweep the glass into the dust pan, she saw the picture that was once securely contained in the frame was now lying against wall; she picked up the picture and stared at it.  It was a picture of Travis and her a few months earlier on their vacation to Folly Beach,

which is just south of Charleston, South Carolina.  You could see the sun shining brightly against their skin and the clear blue sky was illuminated with white fluffy cloud in the distance.  She was reminded on how windy the day was because her shoulder length black hair was flying all over her face. Her mocha colored skin glistened from the sweat of the sun and her light brown eyes sparkled with happiness as she stared into the eyes of Travis.  His dark brown eyes smiled back at her tenderly and his smile that was accented by his sensual mouth and full lips, showed that he was genuinely happy to be with her.  As she continued to stare at the picture memories of that day flooded her mind.  Their casual walks up and down the sea shore, the basking in the sun as they spread sun block lotion all over each other’s body and the intimate kisses that were stolen when they were sure nobody was looking. She remembered how his touch would spread heat through her and how the strength of his arms made her feel safe.  Overall, it was a beautiful day and never in a million years would she have guessed that he would break up with her.

He used me bastard and I gave him everything! I was there when he needed me and I comforted him when he had nobody to turn too!  I was the one going to work sleepy cause he needed help with a project or needed me to read over some documents for him. I was the one that stood up for him when people would talk about him behind his back!  That’s alright he is going to miss me and he will come crawling back and when he does he can kiss my never ending @ss for all I care.

As anger pierced back through her soul, she took the picture and tore it into many little pieces and threw it away in the trash with the rest of the glass.  She then walked over, pulled on her jacket, picked up her purse and walked out her front door. Locking the door behind her she put her keys securely in her pocket and started walking towards the elevator down at the end of the hall.  When she got to the elevator she pushed the button to open the door and stepped inside.  As soon as the door was about to close, a large hand slid between the doors and pulled them apart.  Annoyed by the strangers hand, she stared intently at the doors with one of her frosty gazes determined to make whoever stopped the elevator from heading to its destination feel very sorry that they did that.  

As the doors were pushed back to their respective places a full figured and muscled man with broad shoulder came into view. At first glance, Maya was instantly mesmorized by the man, there was something different about him that she couldn’t but her finger on.  He wasn’t overly attractive by normal standards, but he was handsome.  They both stood there for a few moments regarding each other. He was about 5’11 with dark chocolate skin; his facial hair was visible but kept nicely trimmed.  He was bald headed with dark colored eyes and he had one diamond stud in his right ear.  He wore dusty faded jeans that fit him very nicely, a black colored t-shirt with brown colored boots that went well with his jeans. Overall, in her mind the man was one hot specimen to be hold. She noticed by the way his eyes flittered from her face to her feet that he was checking her out too.   

 In an exotic and sultry accented voice the man said “Sorry.” and then walked into the elevator. There was something about his voice that stirred a deep desire inside of her. She had a feeling she knew this man and knew him well, but didn’t know how or where.  He smiled at her and extended his hand. “Hi, I’m Armand. I just moved into apartment 4B two days ago and your name is?” It took Maya a few seconds to realize that he was talking to her. “Hi, Uhmm... my name is Maya and I live in apartment 4E. I didn’t know that 4b was vacant.”  The man looked at Maya and laughed.

Oh God! His laugh is so beautiful.

“Really?”, said Armand. “The land lord said the apartment has been vacant for about 2 months now.” “Oh! Well, I guess I have never noticed.”, said Maya. “ I have been really busy with work, and  let’s just say I was kind of disposed for the past two days, so I guess that’s why I didn’t notice anyone moving  in. Well, welcome to the neighborhood, my name is Maya Richardson so if you need anything then please let me know.”

  “My pleasure Maya.”, said Armand and he took her hand in his and pulled it up towards his lips and kissed it. When he kissed her hand a sudden rush of heat went through her.  She was flustered and to be taken back by a stranger was something totally new.  He smiled at her again and looked intently into her eyes, “So…”, he said.  “Are we going anywhere?”   “Huh?”, Maya whispered.  “ I mean are we going leave this floor and go to another?”, said Armand.  “Ooohhh!”, said Maya. “Sorry, I guess I am the one closest to buttons. Which floor are you trying to go to?”  “The lobby.”, said Armand with a smile as he leaned back against the wall making sure his eyes never left Maya.  As he stared at her she could feel her face begin to blush as the warm feeling started to spread all over her body.  “Okay,” said Maya sheepishly as she pressed the button for the lobby floor.

Girl, get a freaking grip! You don’t know this man. So why in the world are you jocking him like he is the Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson.  Calm down! He is a neighbor and he seems to be new to the area, just be neighborly.

As the elevator started to move Maya asked, “So… Armand, where are you from?” Armand gave her a smile and asked, “Where do you think I’m from?”  “Well, based on the fact you have an accent that I have never heard before, I would say that you’re from somewhere over in Europe. “  He laughed again and this time his laugh felt smooth and velvety as it danced across her skin.

If a woman wasn’t careful she could get lost in his laugh and what woman would not want to get lost with him. Dang girl snap out of it! 

“I am as you say from another place, but I’ve never been told that I have a accent before.", said Armand.  “Really!” exclaimed Maya “Dude, you have one thick accent let me tell you!”  “Does my accent bother you Maya?” “Oh, no!  It doesn’t bother me at all. I mean it’s nice you know... I find it very soothing.”  Then he laughed again and this time it was like his laugh wrapped itself around her drowning her in its pure essence.  Just before she could ask him anything else the elevator chimed and the doors open.   With a little sigh Maya said, “Well, Armand it was nice meeting you. I hope we get to run into each other more often.” With that Maya walked out of the elevator towards the Lobby doors. Just before she was about to pull the door open she felt a hand on her shoulder.  When she turned around to see who it was, it was Armand.  “Maya, I know we’ve only known each other for a few minutes, but I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight back at my place or if that is too much maybe we could go for pizza or something?” Shocked Maya stared at him for a few moments.

Damn! He is so handsome and I can’t just shake this feeling that I know him, but serious... talking to a guy for a few seconds doesn’t mean I want to go rushing back to his apartment.  He does seem nice though… maybe I can call Andria and have her call every 45 minutes to check on me… beside that heffa owes me one.

“Mmmmhhhh I don’t know Armand, I mean you live so FAR away!”, said Maya laughing. A sly grin spread across Armand’s face and he said, “You do live very FAR away, but I promise I will make it worth your while if you’re willing to take the journey.” And with that he took up Maya’s hand and kissed it again.  This time her body just didn’t get warm, electric shocks started spreading through her limbs leaving small shudders pulsating throughout her body.  When he dropped her hand, she could see in his eyes a intense heat that quickly faded away as he smiled back at her.  Trying to brush the feeling off Maya breathlessly asked, “What time should I come over and do you need me to bring anything?” “Let’s say around 8:00 o’clock if that alright with you?” “Sure!” Maya said “And do I need…”  “No Maya you don’t have to bring anything, but yourself.”  “Great!”, Maya exclaimed. “Well I will see you later on tonight Armand.”  “Yes, Maya I’ll see you tonight.”  Then Maya pulled open the Lobby door and walked out to the parking lot towards her car.

5 hours later…

“ Girl! You mean to tell me that you are actually going to go his apartment?”, said Andria.  “Yes, Andria for the eighteenth time!  I am going to his apartment for dinner that’s all nothing else! Believe me, no dessert will be given.” “Hell! You say that now, but the way you describe the dude and your actions around him makes me want to believe otherwise.”, said Andria.  “See Andria that’s why I am calling… I need you to do the, let’s check on my home girl every 45 minutes thing.”  “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, see if you knew the man longer you wouldn’t have to ask me to do this.”, said Andria “True , but I am asking you and besides you owe me big time. Please don’t make me bring up… What’s his name again… you know the guy you talked to last summer?” “Okay!”, exclaimed Andria “I’ll do it… damn you don’t have to get all dirty on a sister.” “Sometimes you got to fight fire with fire.”, retorted Maya. “Whatever! Look I’ll do this, but if you don’t answer the phone or send me a text then I will assume things are bad and will be there with the police in no time. So if you DO plan on getting hot and heavy with this dude please send a girl a text or make a quick phone call so I won’t be up all night worrying about you.”, said Andria.  Laughing Maya said,” I promise you Andria there will be no hot and heavy going on, but I will call or text you to let you know when to cool it.”  “Okay, girl well let me go. Send me a text when you are about to go over there so I will know when to start  the time.”  “Alright chica, I sure will and thanks again for doing this.”  They both said their goodbyes, and then she hung up the phone and went into the bathroom to finish getting ready.  Around 7:45p.m she examined herself one last time in the full length mirror. For her date with Armand,  she chose to wear her sexy (drive your man crazy)red dress. 

The spaghetti strap dress was made for a full figured body like hers, snug and filled all in the right places.  It stopped short of her knees, but far enough that if she sat down it would rise just a little above her thighs. The crimson red was accentuated nicely by her mocha colored skin and she wore her hair up in a neat bun that was held together by two hair pins.   She wore her make-up natural, not too much eye shadow or blush, but just enough to pop her features and she  glossed her lips with a shade of strawberry lip gloss, thinking that if they did kiss he would taste strawberries on her lips.  Maya then walked into the living room turning on one of the small lamps behind her couch so she wouldn’t come back hom to a dark house. She picked up her purse, pulled on her jacket and then walked out her front door. She securely locked her door and started walking down the hall to Armand‘s apartment.  As she walked feelings of butterflies started to invade her stomach.

Oh my God! I can’t believe I am doing this! Just breath…just breath… its only dinner… you are just going to talk… that’s all. Nothing will happen unless you want it to!

Within a few minutes she was outside Armand’s door. Hesitantly, she lifted up her hand and knocked on the door.  A few seconds later the door opened with Armand staring intensely at her.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.” whispered Armand.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”, said Maya nervously.

“Nothing.”, said Armand. “Please come in.”

Nervous Maya walked passed Armand into his apartment.

Please stay tuned to Next FRIDAY when Part 3 of “Just One Last Taste” will continue… until next time... ...Love and Peace always... D.P. Robinson