Friday, December 27, 2013

One of A Kind -- Part of Author Yvette Hine's Shoe-Gasm Contest




(I'm currently participating in Author Yvette Hines' Shoe-Gasm Scavenger Hunt. Check it out: http://yvettehines.com/shoe-gasm/)

Let the countdown begin...ONE OF A KIND will be ready for your reading enjoyment in less than a month.

Announcing Mr. Kent Fraser, executive coach of CEOs, please take your place on stage. My gorgeous British hero is all kinds of HOT and then some.

Can he handle the no-nonsense Dana Meadows, heiress-apparent of a media empire, a grandmother's Meadows Media Enterprises?

(Book Blurb)

She’s like no woman he’s ever met…
Acting CEO Dana Meadows is being groomed to one day take over her family’s multimillion-dollar empire. She doesn’t need a perfectionist executive coach to take her through the paces…even if he’s the sexiest hunk she’s ever laid eyes on. But Kent Fraser isn’t taking no for an answer—in business or in pleasure.

Kent’s orders were clear: transform Dana into an inspirational leader who sets an example for her employees. But is the fiercely independent heiress apparent tough enough to become a media mogul? And is Kent strong enough to resist the desire that’s flowing between them? A tempting passion that could turn their collaboration into a partnership for life….


(Here's an excerpt...)

Dana slid into the seat next to Kent. She didn't want to think about what had stirred her to make that move.

"Look at me." No matter the cause, the effect landed her next to his warm body. "Please?" She'd beg if she had to. 

Right now, here under the glaring bright lights, on a rumbling train, she wanted more than a taste of a wild ride. 

Kent turned his handsome face toward her. It was all she needed. Taking a deep breath, she mounted his lap. her hands anchored his face. She gazed into those beautiful eyes.

"Kiss me?" Her question hung softly in the air, begging for his assent.

His gaze shifted to her mouth. Under her fingers, she felt his chin lift toward her face.

The kiss, the first contact, was soft, tentative, an introduction of sorts to each other's lips. She wrenched her mouth away because logic wanted a point of intrusion. Her breathing was heavy, as if she'd hit the treadmill for a challenging mile set on incline.

Available for pre-order on AmazonBarnes & Noble, and other major retailers in e-book and mass market paper back (release late January '14).

Namaste,

Michelle Monkou
“I'm not so arrogant to think I'm the only guide someone needs ... but I might be the guide that someone needs.” ― Laura Anne Gilman

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Holiday Romances To Warm The Heart; part 2

(Part 2) Holiday Romances abound and a few of my writing buddies are cross promoting these wonderful holiday treats. Check them out, please. Remember books always make great gifts. (More great books to be featured)


Love At Christmastime by Lisa Y. Watson
Sometimes a glimpse of the past can hold the key to your future.
The Love at Christmastime series is two sweet holiday novellas, A Heart for Christmas, and Two Hearts for Christmas to warm your heart and soul any time of the year.

In A Heart for ChristmasYvette Stilwell, a young widow, has overcome a terrible loss. Her eight year old daughter, Lacey, is her primary focus and romance is a thing of the past...until now.
When Christopher Darcy realizes that the woman sitting next to him in the airport is the “one that got away” so long ago, he is amazed at his good fortune.  But Yvette is not exactly ready to rush into anything, even after she discovers just how attractive a holiday romance may seem...

Will the magic of the season and some well-placed mistletoe bring them together?

In Two Hearts for Christmas, the Darcy’s have a two-year old son, a pre-teen daughter, and work keeping their family on the go.  When Christopher begins spending long hours running his parent's Christmas tree farm, it causes stress at home. 
Will a hidden secret and unexpected news threaten their bond, or will they find a way bring their family joy at the holidays? Amazon; Barnes & NobleConnect with Lisa

Anya's Wish by J.L. Campbell
Even with love in the air, Anya has some Scrooge-like moments that put a damper on the holidays...

One man. One woman. One wish.

After five years in a dead-end relationship, the last thing Anya needs is a man to upset her ordered existence. A quiet, Christmas season with family is all that’s on her agenda, until her job puts her in contact with Christophe Mondesir, who refuses to play by her rules.

Caught between an interfering ex, a secret that gives her anxious moments, and a man with the power to make her forget promises to herself, Anya faces more complications than she can handle.

If her ex would stay gone, she might take a chance on romance with the man determined to spin her world off its axis. But the obstacles in her way leave Anya stuck in a groove with work as the main diversion from her problems.

Only Christophe’s resolve to win Anya’s love makes the difference between staying in a rut and pursuing her dreams.

Anya’s Wish is the prequel to Chasing Anya. Amazon linkSmashwords 

Give A Little Love by Rhonda McKnight
Brooke Jordan thought her Christmas was going to be boring, particularly since she’s stuck working in Montego Bay, Jamaica, instead of home in Charlotte, North Carolina, with her family. Paradise isn’t
paradise when you’re not where you want to be, but this Christmas is anything but uneventful. Three airplanes land on the island and Brooke finds herself in exchanges that cause love, temptation, and HATE to surface.

Marcus Thompson has pain in his past, but he’s decided it’s time to try love again. A widowed orphan from a wealthy family, he’s alienated from his grandfather and wants a family of his own. His feelings for Brooke can’t be denied, but she won’t give him a chance to prove he’s not the playboy she thinks he is.

Though she finds Marcus tempting, Brooke is determined to get off the island without falling for his charms. The two people she trusted the most betrayed her in the worse way, and she isn’t prepared to risk love again. But when her worst enemy stands on her doorstep needing the generosity that has always been a part of Brooke’s character, she begins to question who she is and what she’s allowed heartbreak to do to her. Will she let   anger and hate take over and turn her into someone else? Or will she find that even in her pain, she has the capacity to give? Website: www.rhondamcknight.net

Purchase links:


Holiday Romances To Warm The Heart; part 1

Holiday Romances abound and a few of my writing buddies are cross promoting these wonderful holiday treats. Check them out, please. Remember books always make great gifts. (More great books to be featured)

Christmas Angel by Deatri King-Bey
I’m just spreading a little Christmas Cheer! Enjoy….
The madness must end. All Abigail wants for Christmas is to be left alone. She has grown tired of her family’s horrible matchmaking schemes and her daughters’ deceptive plans to get her to take her ex-husband back. It’s not that she doesn’t want a relationship. She’s more than ready for Mr. Right to sweep her off her feet. She’s just come to the realization that there may not be a Mr. Right out there for her—and that’s okay. Now if she could only convince her family of that.
Jeff is all work and no play, which is why he found himself stranded in the middle of nowhere with a blizzard quickly approaching. Desperate for cover, he spots a house in the distance. Upon meeting the kindhearted, gorgeous owner of the home, he deems Abigail his Christmas Angel, and thanks Santa for the early gift. But is she too good to be true? Amazon; Barnes & Noble; Visit Deatri online.

Seducing Sheri: A Climax Creek Short by Kianna Alexander
Welcome to Climax Creek, North Carolina
Established 1858
"Built on Tradition, Moving Toward the Future"

Climax Creek is a small, quaint town situated between Greensboro and Sanford in North Carolina. Bordered by I-85 and three North Carolina state highways, it's occupied by less than sixteen hundred people. Climax Creek is the kind of town where you won't find a Starbucks, but you can get a great cup of coffee from Paulina down at Cool Beans. Watch out for Paulina- she'll talk your ear off if you let her. Down at Phipps Pharmacy, Quinn Phipps has got a cure for whatever might be ailing you. Say the wrong thing to your significant other? Minnie Hughes has got an "apology special" running down at her flower shop- she'll fix you up. Feel the need for some spiritual guidance? Climax Creek has four churches- take you pick. If you're looking for something fancy and pretentious, this isn't the place. But if you're looking for a little Southern comfort, the kind that you can't get out of a bottle, then stop on by.

Home for the holidays... 
Sheridan Cole works hard as an accountant and financial planner- so hard she's barely had to to sleep, let alone date. She's looking forward to a relaxing Christmas at her parent's home, in the tiny North Carolina town of Climax Creek. But a chance encounter with a handsome man from her past changes everything.

An Unfulfilled Desire 
Nick Dunn has spent the last several weeks trying to keep his family's business from being taken over by a large corporation. As the eldest of the four Dunn children, keeping his family legacy intact is important to him. That situation holds his entire focus...that is, until he runs into his high school crush at the local coffee shop.

A Burning Passion 
The heat between Sheri and Nick is palpable, undeniable, and inescapable. Before Sheri can even get a sip of her coffee, she's on her way home with Nick. But is this just a sexy holiday fling? Or is Nick using his sexual prowess to convince Sheri to enter a business deal with him?

Or could he be after her most guarded possession of all...her heart? Website is also linked to email signature. Purchase Links: AmazoniBookstore; Barnes and Noble; Smashwords

Christmas Ultimatum by Unoma Nwankwor
This was the most wonderful time of the year, or was it?
Freelance journalist, Olanma Obinze, just landed the interview of a lifetime. She didn’t like the commercialism of Christmas, so the trip to Dubai was the perfect destination and it was happening at the perfect time. She’d get to escape the Christmas hoopla; and the big paycheck once the article was sold would ensure she didn't have to go crawling back to her father for money.
Abayomi Rice was in charge of scheduling interviews for his grandfather, but would only grant Olanma's request if she accepted his ultimatum—a trip half way across the world to Cape Town, South Africa. After all they did have unfinished business.
Olanma wasn’t falling for the charm of a recovering playboy and a rich one at that. But with her plans going up in smoke before her eyes, Olanma must decide whether to give in to the ultimatum or leave empty handed. Who said it was the season to be merry? Author WebsiteAmazon; Barnes & Nobles 

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

My Kimani Romance: One Of A Kind Has Arrived!


Happy Holidays!


I'm in celebration mode. (Commence with the Snoopy Dance) My author copies have arrived in that familiar Harlequin-labeled box. Next up my Kimani release - ONE OF A KIND - arrived this afternoon.

Announcing Mr. Kent Fraser, executive coach of CEOs, please take your place on stage. My gorgeous British hero is all kinds of HOT and then some.

Can he handle the no-nonsense Dana Meadows, heiress-apparent of a media empire, a grandmother's Meadows Media Enterprises?

(Here's an excerpt...)

Dana slid into the seat next to Kent. She didn't want to think about what had stirred her to make that move.

"Look at me." No matter the cause, the effect landed her next to his warm body. "Please?" She'd beg if she had to. 

Right now, here under the glaring bright lights, on a rumbling train, she wanted more than a taste of a wild ride. 

Kent turned his handsome face toward her. It was all she needed. Taking a deep breath, she mounted his lap. her hands anchored his face. She gazed into those beautiful eyes.

"Kiss me?" Her question hung softly in the air, begging for his assent.

His gaze shifted to her mouth. Under her fingers, she felt his chin lift toward her face.

The kiss, the first contact, was soft, tentative, an introduction of sorts to each other's lips. She wrenched her mouth away because logic wanted a point of intrusion. Her breathing was heavy, as if she'd hit the treadmill for a challenging mile set on incline.

If you're game, help me get the word out. Looking for the first 20 (books are all gone) eager readers willing to accept a gift copy from me. In return, please leave a review on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Goodreads and any other willing venues (word of mouth is also appreciated). Recipients must reside on the U.S. mainland. Simply fill out, with your name and full address, the contact form in the top right of this website/blog with your information. The information will remain private and unseen by others, and will be sent directly to my email.

Here are a few of my fave Korean Pop videos to keep me singing and tapping my feet while I write address labels for the lucky 20 (books are all gone) people.


TAEYANG (also a member of Big Bang) - Ringa Linga


SHINee - Everybody


Join me in making ONE OF A KIND a successful roll out.

Available for pre-order on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other major retailers in e-book and mass market paper back (release late January '14).

Namaste,

Michelle Monkou
“I'm not so arrogant to think I'm the only guide someone needs ... but I might be the guide that someone needs.” ― Laura Anne Gilman


Sunday, October 27, 2013

A NaNoWriMo Virgin






Nothing like a challenge to keep me on the edge of WTH stress. I've signed up for the National Novel Writing Month challenge that will start November 1 and end at midnight on November 30. Through that time, I will write a 50K novel. There is no cost. There is no prize. It's on the honor system.

I have enough works in progress to write several 50K novels. But I'll be focusing on this particular one called Betrayal (Denny Bryce's named it). It's an emotional doozy of a book. And that's all I'll say about it for now.

Cheer me on, please.

Keep an eye on the widget (on the right of my blog page) that will show my word count. Let's hope that word count bar moves - fingers don't fail me now. Story storage unit please open the door and let the creativity flow.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Rockin' Mama's REVIEW: Fall Out Boy's Save Rock and Roll



Fall Out Boy came out of their hiatus and I'm freaking glad.

Not only did they re-emerge, but launched a new album--Save Rock and Roll.

I'd only seen them live at the Merriweather just before the lengthy absence, but not before I had fallen head over heels for this group. Then, I wasn't sure if I'd ever hear or see them again. I tapped my feet impatiently as each member pursued various solo projects. As a writer, I understand the need to stretch the wings, but....I was waiting for the return of Fall Out Boy.

So when the announcement came about the album, I was happy, but a little afraid of whether they'd retained their edge. They did more than retain it, they refined it with a maturity to the songs, sound and lyrics. Having Sir Elton John sing Save Rock and Roll with Patrick -- Bloody fucking epic!

The first video came out, but I held back.  Didn't pay attention until the second video, The Phoenix, was released. Oh my sweet googly moogly, when I heard Patrick's voice it was like a cool glass of water on a hot day. Just what I'd remembered. What a beautiful soulful rockstar voice he has.

Andy on the drums is fierce as usual. Watching him on the double bass is amazing. Can't wait to see him live with this.

Then I went back to that first video--My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em Up).  This song is fierce.  Not sure why I'm looking at this rapper dude in the video, though. But whatever, I absolutely love this song.


And another video recently released - The Young Volcanoes (explicit). Whoever came up with a continuing story concept for the album --thank you.


The album is on my playlist and is on frequent play. Kudos, guys, this rockin' mama is a happy Fall Out Boy fan.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Happiness is...Mahatma Gandhi

"Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony." Mahatma Gandhi.

I walk by this quote most days every week. Finally this simple statement is seeping into my consciousness.

It makes sense. How many times have we thought the good thought or affirmation. We may even utter the words with forced conviction. Then it comes to the performance and it's a dud.

Or like the reality shows, they don't have good thoughts, utter the most fake sentiments, and end things in a hostile exchange.

All sorts of scenarios of self-defeating behavior come to fruition if any one of those factors are not in sync. Boy, does it take work and effort to follow through in each crucial component.

I included this video as an extreme example of disharmony of the mind, body and spirit:


A struggle though it might be on some days: Think good thoughts. Speak with kindness and respect. Be a person of good cheer.

Mahatma was one smart cookie!


Michelle

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Celebrating Spring With A Bit of Carnival Temptress

In celebration of Spring Break, here's another excerpt from Carnival Temptress (The Revelers Series).


“Get up. Dance up. Who ready? She ready. J’Ouvert time!” Banging on the pot, Micha went to each room, chanting her chorus. She’d never heard so much cussing.

“Now you, b-yatches know how it feels.” She returned the pot and spoon to the kitchen.

“Payback.” Asha stumbled down the hall to the bathroom.

Micha knew she’d pay dearly for her wake-up assistance. Whatever. It felt good to get back at them. Most times, she was the last to get going. Their threats to leave her behind always fell on deaf ears.

“You’d better take off the jewelry.” Simone pointed at Micha’s earrings and necklace. “Didn’t you bring something old that you didn’t mind having to throw in the trash?”

“When you said old, I thought you meant like not fancy.”  She’d worn a blouse that she’d bought about two years ago. The horizontal stripes were cute, but with the inches expanded around her body and limbs, those horizontal stripes were not flattering. “This will have to do.”

“Okay,” Simone replied in a tone that suggested she might regret it. “Mud. Powder. Chocolate syrup. Coconut flakes. Your body will be covered.”

“Sounds like a damn good sundae to me. Are they feeding us?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have gotten a ticket that didn’t include food and amenities. By the way, we will be hanging with the Mudderation Crew.”

“Sounds fab…not.” Micha wondered how she was going to keep mud from getting on her hair. Once she saw Asha and the other tied scarves on their heads, she copied with hers.

Once again, 4 a.m., they headed out to the meeting point for their J’Ouvert band, Mudderation Crew. Their group quickly expanded as arrivals, still in pristine condition, added on to the ranks. Music underscored the semi-chaotic feel.

“What are those?” Micha pointed to trucks that lined the road.

“First truck is the music. The truck with the flat bed had the barrels of mud. This is a much smaller set up than the mas bands that you’ll see later today. The last truck has the bar cooler with the drinks and a cooling zone. The operator will spray and you can enjoy or not.”

“Time to get our mud on!” Simone yelled the charge, as if she was going into battle and they were her troops expected to follow.

Micha took the small bowls of mud and poured over her body, as if she was lathering up in a shower. She stayed clear of her face, especially with her contact lens as a potential issue.

Anais stood just out of reach of taking the bowl of mud or getting splashed. “You know, I understand the Carnival tradition of Jour Ouvert. I researched, followed what you all told me, but this part is….” Her mouth curled up with a definite distaste. “And my hair is not going to stay under this small scarf.”

“First, stop calling it joy-vert. It’s jou-vay…think French. This is the official start of the Carnival—it’s day break. You can’t begin without this celebration. It’s like dressing up without washing your face and brushing your teeth.”

“Simone, you ‘ear dat.” Micha teased, trying her own version of the accent.

“Class in session. All yah, listen. We’re here to celebrate all our darker elements, devils, imps and spirits before the Lenten season.”

Asha grabbed Anais’s long hair with her muddy hands. “Where’s your latina, middle eastern inner spirit, my friend?” With that open question, Asha proceeded to scoop the mud and liberally apply to Anais’s body, face, and, as an added measure, emptied the remaining contents onto her hair.

Micha and Simone grabbed each other’s hands, waiting for the explosion.

Carnival Temptress (e-novella) available for Kindle and Nook; 99 cents.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Still Celebrating Launch of Carnival Temptress

Carnival Temptress is ready and available on Kindle and Nook. This e-novella was especially significant because it was my first story created from the start for my self-publishing arm--Stella Maris Publishing. By the way, Stella Maris was my Catholic elementary school in Guyana. A place that nurtured my love for reading and writing stories.

This Revelers series is a venture shared with Marcia King-Gamble is also writing carnival-themed stories. We will be publishing various stories, in tandem, throughout the year. Her book, Seducing Circe, will follow Carnival Temptress.

I also want to acknowledge a friend, Michelle "Trinibaby" Buckmire, for all her help with details about Carnival. It's one thing to research the event and watch the videos on YouTube to get an idea. However, having an avid, veteran Carnival reveler to provide the finer details was a wonderful bonus. Any deviations from actual goings-on was my intent as author.

I'll leave you with a wonderful video about Trinidad. Happy Spring!

Friday, March 8, 2013

Carnival Temptress Playlist...Destra-Call My Name

Ladies can rock at Soca too. Destra is one of the queens of Soca. Here she is with Call My Name.

Destra Garcia is known for her high energy live performances, as you'll see in the video.



Lyrics for Call My Name

If you looking for somebody to come and rock spine
Just call my phone , dial my number boy anytime
Doh worry bout getting none of them roamin charges
And if its good service yuh lookin for then its me you have it

Just dem to call meh (Its my pleasure!)
Just dem to call meh (Call me whenever)
Inside of the fete (Just call my name)
Yuh want to get wet (Just call my name)
All out on the road (Just call my name)
In case you forget nowww

dey call de the Party Animal, we jammin straight till mornin
Is only me dey callin
dey call me the Queen of Bacchanal, is only non-stop wukkin
Just hear the people shoutin

Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)
Just call my name(Meh lover)Just call my name(Destra)Just call my name (Destra)
Just call my name(Destra!) Just call my name name name name..

If yah lookin for somebody to get yah in De mood
Jus link me boy on my bb N I’ll be rude
Doh worry bout misbehaving dis is De season
We inside De fete whining low you don’t need a reason

Just tell them to call me (Its my pleasure!)
Just tell them to call mayyyyy (Call me whenever)
Inside of the fete (Just call my name)
You want to get wet (Just call my name)
All out on the road (Just call my name)
In case you forget nowww

They call me the Party Animal, Im jamming straight till mornin
Its only me them callin
They call me the Queen of Bacchanalll, its only non-stop walkin
Just hear the people shoutin

Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)
Just call my name(Me love her!)Just call my name(Destra)Just call my name (Destra)
Just call my name(Destra!) Just call my name name name name..

(Bridge)
If you feelin like yah cyah wait, Just call my name and be there
Ah yeah yeah yeah
Cause I need you like you need me , Don’t leave me
In case you forget meee

They call me the Party Animal, Im jamming straight till mornin
Its only me them callin
They call me the Queen of Bacchanal, its only non-stop walkin
Just hear the people shoutin


Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)
Just call my name(Me love her!)Just call my name(Destra)Just call my name (Destra)
Just call my name(Destra!) Just call my name name name name..

They call me the Party Animal, Im jamming straight till mornin
Its only me them callin
They call me the Queen of Bacchanal, its only non-stop walkin
Just hear the people shoutin

Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)Just call my name(Destra!)
Just call my name(Me love her!)Just call my name(Destra)Just call my name (Destra)
Just call my name(Destra!) Just call my name name name name..

Dsstra, Destra, Destra, Me love her, justcall my name destra destra destra just call my name

Carnival Temptress Playlist...Kes-Thief A Wine

A song that I played, while writing, to help set the mood of what to expect for Carnival.

Here's KES, a Trinidadian soca band, formed in 2005 by three brothers and a friend. Their song is Thief A Wine.



Lyrics for Thief A Wine:

Ah cya let you get away
So I coming over dey
And thief a wine on you.

Baby come right here
Push it up on me
Before this party done
We’ll start a love affair
Baby you done know
Make dat bumper roll
I does lose control
Cya let you wine alone

So give me dat something
You know ah want something
Come leh we do something
I really want one thing
Come give me dat something
Cus girl I have something
So leh we do something
You know all ah want is one thing

Hey gyal it don’t matter what you do
I go be right up on you
I going to come and thief a wine on you
Watch the way you getting on
Wining rude gyal
It’s time to make da move gyal
I come to thief a wine on you

When she jamming on the road
I’ll thief a wine on you
Watch your bumper overload
I’ll thief a wine on you
Gyal before a go me way
I’ll thief a wine on you
And I sure to come again
I’ll thief a wine on you

I tell you don’t hold back on me
Whole day and whole night I hunting
And what you have I want it
I coming to rock that body
Just back-back and push that on me
Don’t do me that, no teasing
Cus what you got gyal I want it
Gyal don’t mek me beg you for it

So give me dat something
You know ah want something
Come leh we do something
I really want one thing
Come give me dat something
Cus girl I have something
So leh we do something
You know all ah want is one thing

Hey gyal it don’t matter what you do
I go be right up on you
I going to come and thief a wine on you
Watch the way you getting on
Wining rude gyal
It’s time to make da move gyal
I come to thief a wine on you

When she jamming on the road
I’ll thief a wine on you
Watch your bumper overload
I’ll thief a wine on you
Gyal before a go me way
I’ll thief a wine on you
And I sure to come again
I’ll thief a wine on you

I tell you don’t hold back on me
Whole day and whole night I hunting
And what you have I want it
I coming to rock that body
Just back-back and push that on me
Don’t do me that, no teasing
Cus what you got gyal I want it
Gyal don’t mek me beg you for it

So give me dat something
You know ah want something
Come leh we do something
I really want one thing
Come give me dat something
Cus girl I have something
So leh we do something
You know all ah want is one thing

Hey gyal it don’t matter what you do
I go be right up on you
I going to come and thief a wine on you
Watch the way you getting on
Wining rude gyal
It’s time to make da move gyal
I come to thief a wine on you

When she jamming on the road
I’ll thief a wine on you
Watch your bumper overload
I’ll thief a wine on you
Gyal before a go me way
I’ll thief a wine on you
And I sure to come again
I’ll thief a wine on you

 

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Carnival Temptress Playlist...Indian Gyal by Machel and Drupatee

I'll be posting songs that inspired the story writing process and motivated the characters on their journey.

The first song is by Machel Montano and Drupatee Ramgoonai called Indian Gyal. Machel Montano is a long time Trinidadian soca singer, record producer, and songwriter. Drupatee is also Trinidadian and is known for her chutney soca and chutney songs, which blends Hindi and English in the uptempo Calypso-soca beat.

The ladies in my Carnival Temptress are dancing and listening to this song, as they try to persuade out-of-work Maya Lindsey to join them at Trinidad Carnival. The bandleader of these ladies, Asha Jaikaran, an indo Trinidadian, considers this song her personal anthem.


For those who can't follow the accent--LOL--Here's Indian Gyal

Well this indian gyal cyah come
and wok she waist
Take over the street
Make ah bacchanal in the place

Drop to the gound and
Shake all around
Push up on a speaker
Break it like ah indian drum

Calling it Mr Lotala
This gyal she popular
She known from all over
She come from India
But she is my sister
My one only sister
If you coming over come
and meet me by the bar

So you can
Wok up the Larki
Wok up the LArki
Wok up the LArki
Yuh want meh
Wok up the Larki
Wok up the LArki
Wok up the LArki
All come and
Wok up the Larki
Wok up the LArki
Wok up the LArki
Yuh wah me
Wok up the Larki
Wok up the LArki
Wok up the LArki

Calling it Mr Lotala
This gyal she popular
She known from all over
She come from India
But she is my sister
My one only sister
If you coming over come
and meet me by the bar

Friday, March 1, 2013

Carnival Temptress -- Excerpt Teaser

RELEASE DATE: SOON!!!

Please enjoy this excerpt of Carnival Temptress, part of The Revelers Series with Marcia King-Gamble; upcoming March release. Editorial changes may still be made until final release.
Chapter One

                “Hey, baby, I’m heading out, now.” Maya nuzzled her man’s cheek with the tip of her nose.

                “Okay. Is the coffee machine programmed?”

                “Yep. Nine o’clock on the dot.” She slid her hand along Teddy’s back and over his firm ass. She squeezed his butt cheek, sucking air between her teeth, at the sexual rush. “God, I want you so bad.”

                “You’re like an addict.”

                Maya moaned. “Cause I don’t get to see you often.”

                “Don’t start.”

                Maya bit back further protest. They’d spent too many hours fighting about their long distance relationship. Well, to be honest, Teddy issued his mandate and she fumed and held a grudge. She’d even tried to withhold the v-jay jay, but once he stripped down to get into bed, not only her mouth drooled its juices.

                “Love you.”

                Teddy grunted his response.

                Maya smiled and squeezed his butt once more for good measure. Time to get to work.

                No matter what the weather, driving to the metro at seven o’clock in the morning sucked. Daylight savings time made sure the early part of the day would be bright for the slugs heading to work. However, on this January hump day, the sleet beat down on the cars parking at the metro station.

                Maya joined the other drivers huddled in their coats, with umbrellas raised, and sloshed their way to the train. The cold temperature had a bite that hung on and seeped into her bones. Her teeth clenched for the entire train ride until she arrived at the fashion boutique where she’d worked for the last twelve years.

                From part-time sales girl to senior sales associate and in training as a buyer, Maya loved the world of high-end fashion. The career served as the gateway to the world. Armed with a college degree in general studies, she’d muddled her way through several jobs until she landed the part-time job.

                Maya reached for the door, but hesitated. The entire store was already lit. That was her job, getting the store ready for the day. Slowly she opened the door and stepped in. “Hello? Flo, is that you?”

                “Oh, hi Maya. Yes, I’m here. Had to do some work.” Her boss moved around the store clearly preoccupied.

                “Want me to run and get some coffee?” Maya suddenly felt nervous with Flo’s offbeat manner and unusual appearance.

                “No.”

                “Do you want me to work on something?”

                “No.”

                Maya stopped. “Something is wrong. What is it?”

                “I’m waiting for Bob and Lucy to show up.”

                The door chimed announcing their arrival. The couple had recently hooked up and lucked out with the same work hours. They fell into the small store with an exuberance borne of their highly romantic antics. Their giggles and loud exclamations sounded particularly louder than normal and completely out of place with Flo’s unhappy countenance.

                “Guys, I need to talk to you.” Flo waited for them to squeeze into her small office. She opened a drawer and pulled out a small number of envelopes.

                Cold dread rushed down Maya’s spine. Her stomach protested against the surge of acid. She took the envelope from Flo’s shaking hand.

                “We’re fired.” Bob said in a flat tone. Lucy hadn’t bothered to open her envelope. But accepted Bob’s declaration as truth and looked ready to cry.

                Maya scanned the formal letter. No encouraging words. No false sense of empathy.

                Thank you for your service. Due to unforeseen circumstances, all stores are closing. Your check will be adjusted with a two week credit. Good luck with your future endeavors.

                As far as she was concerned, they could have saved the Sincerely, and just wrote in Fuck you, Management.

                Now she realized what Flo had been doing: boxing up paperwork, cleaning out files, basically helping the enemy clean up.

                Maya put on her coat, slowly buttoned the front. While her body functioned on autopilot, her mind struggled to know what to do next. All she wanted was to go home and slide into bed next to Teddy’s body.

                She dialed his cell. No answer. No matter. Her day was screwed. She dialed Asha’s number.

                “Who the hell is this?”

                “Asha, it’s me.”

                “Who? Maya? Do you know what time it is?”

                “Yeah. Actually I do. I go to work every morning.”

                “I know you didn’t call me to bitch about you working and me not having to.”

                “Be quiet, Asha. I’ve been fired.”

                “Did you finally cuss out that lazy Lucy?”

                “No. I’ve been laid off. The store is closed. All the stores. I’m out of a job.”

                Asha swore.“You’ve been with them for twelve years. You should have gotten a nice fat check so you can sit your sweet ass down and relax for a quick second.”

                “Two weeks.”

                “Two weeks, what?” Asha emitted another curse, as her comprehension unfolded. “You only got paid two-weeks severance? Now that’s some shit. Come on over.”

                “I’m heading home. Teddy is there.”

                “Okay. You know where I am.”

                Maya ended the call and hurried toward the metro station. She’d left without saying goodbye because she was scared that “kiss my ass” might come out of her mouth. Just like that, with the snap of her fingers, her career—the thing that gave her focus and had her put one foot in front of the other—was busted into smithereens.

                The train ride didn’t fare much better. Getting onto the train was like a salmon swimming upstream. While she was feeling wretched, the hump day commuters had even meaner demeanors ready to take her out if she didn’t move out of their paths first.

                She got off at her station just before the waterworks popped. The tears flowed and wouldn’t stop. Any moment now, she expected the hiccups and slobbering to begin. She sped up to the car so that she could end the public display of her breakdown.

                Her foot crunched down on glass where she stood next to her car. The tears dried up, clearing her vision to take in the broken window. Her entire CD collection which she had stupidly left on the passenger seat was gone. Her back-up automatic umbrella was gone. She looked in the container where she threw in loose change—gone.

                Good news. They didn’t bother to steal her 10 year old shitty rust bucket on four balding tires.

                Maya unlocked the car and drove off. She didn’t want to waste time filling out police reports on the incident, knowing that finding her CDs wouldn’t be on anyone’s priority. She hoped the stupid bastard who broke into her car enjoyed her Barry Manilow, Neil Diamond, and ABBA collections.

                By the time she pulled into her garage, she was ready to cry again. She could barely get her key into the lock. Her hand shook. She wanted a glass of wine and Teddy’s bear hug and his reassurance that everything would be all right.

                “Teddy.” Maya noticed that the coffee had been drained. Good, he was up. He didn’t have flight until later that evening.              “Teddy, baby. I’ve had a day that you wouldn’t believe.” She pushed open her bedroom door, figuring that he was still in bed. Her small one-bedroom apartment didn’t have too many rooms for anyone to disappear.

                The bed was empty. Sheets rolled back.

                Maya peeked in her master bath, then into the bathroom in the hallway. No sign of Teddy. She frowned, looking for a note. Maybe the airline had called him in early to re-route him onto another plane. Nothing like a drunk pilot to screw up everybody’s schedule.

                She found the note on the kitchen counter. A coffee ring marked the note where he must have rested his mug. She smiled. He could be such a slob.

Maya

                Look, we’ve been at this for about a year now. At first I had a blast. We had fun. Good sex and all. But everything has an expiration date and our time is up. I tried to tell you. But you get emotional and you’re not listening. Remember it was our agreement, no strings. Anyway, let’s move on as friends before we hate each other for the wrong reasons.

                Here’re to the memories.

T.

                While her heart broke into a million pieces, she noticed that the Mac computer he’d bought her was gone. That punk move was enough to dry up the urge to cry. Instead, she allowed the anger to flow. A full supply of fuel kept the rage burning that she’d been dumped not once, but twice today.

©Michelle Monkou

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Finders Keepers - Sample Treat

Finders Keepers is getting a new life as a reissued e-book on Kindle and Nook. The book was originally published in 2003. It was my second book and start of a series of four college friends facing the big world. Right not, I'm re-editing and "modernizing" parts of the story. The upload to the digital platform should be at the end of January. Stay tuned.

Here's a sample:




 Nicole stuck the key in the car door before turning to him. “Excuse me?” A glimmer of hope zipped through him.

“Next month, I’ll come to give you that review,” Brad said. Later, she would blame it on stress.

Nicole strutted over to where Brad stood. She pulled him down toward her. Still clutching his starched white shirt, she raised on tiptoe and planted a firm kiss on Brad’s mouth.

The act didn’t have any meaning, at first. Anger still sizzled through her petite frame, and she wanted to rip someone’s head off because she had been blindsided. The intent was to lash out, scream, vent.

One look at Brad with his wonderfully sculpted lips, and instead she wanted to kiss him. Another shocker for the night was the faint tremor of delight shooting sparks throughout her body. Instead of a few seconds of brazen behavior, she lingered. Swooned was more like it.

His lips opened and she followed suit giving him entry for the deliciously lazy swirl of his tongue. With a soft sigh, she sagged within his massive arms.

He pulled away first and the small space between them allowed the cold night air to quickly douse the flames of desire. “Should I take that as a yes that it’s okay to come and review your B-and-B?”

Nicole didn’t respond at first and turned to head over to her car. The truth was that she couldn’t trust herself to talk.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Off To Write...Projects Underway

As I stare at the calendar and all those months ahead, and I look at the list of writing projects that await my attention, I know it's going to be a bumpy ride.  One of the paths to success, and I do plan to be successful, is to control my environment, as much as possible.

Of course, I know life happens. I won't always have the perfect writing bubble.

One of the things that I will be doing is the occasional self-exile from social media--I'll give heads up, so folks don't have to wonder.  In addition, I'm also going to limit my appearances this year. I have one conference that I'm co-chairing. Everything else, unfortunately, will have to be set aside for the year. This means that all plans to go to several conferences are no longer viable.

It's hard to cut off oneself because of feeling obligated, feeling that you'll miss out on something, or it's just plain fun to hang out.  But I have an aggressive schedule for several projects to come to life. And this is what I'll have to do to get there.

Hang in there with me.

I'm looking forward to rolling out each project and filling your reading lists.

Peace,

Michelle Monkou

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