Urban Pearls is an Oracle Deck of 48 cards with messages that were created from urban fiction novels based on their stories. Each cover has a message that will give you your personal insight and also give you an idea of what the story is about.
“You’re not going to believe it…” “Try me…” I said as we sat down at the table. Bazil sighed before he began…
“The zombies… are my parents…” “Your parents? That explains it…” I said as I sipped my drink…
“Explains it? What are you talking about?” “Jay and I were watching you – we saw you talking – we saw you get angry – Jay said the monsters made Daddy mad…” “Beautiee! Why would you let him watch what was happening?!” “Really? You’re really asking me why I let your son watch you argue with zombies?”
“Della – I’m standing here with Brooke Bethea. We’re at the New Stratford Motor Inn in Stratford, which is directly across the street from St. Michael’s Cemetery – go ahead Brooke – tell us what you saw…”
“They we’re going crazy! I took my phone out to record it they were running all around the cemetery, knocking over tombstones, and fuckin’! – Oh – ‘xcuse my language…”
“That’s okay – Della – I’m crossing the street and moving closer to the cemetery – can you see what’s going on in there?” “I sure can – if it wasn’t for the gate, they might be in the street…”
You love the Urban Pearls Oracle Deck but you don’t want to carry the deck with you. You wish you could remember the message you picked the other day but you can’t – you say to yourself, “I wish I’d written it down.” You want to show the deck to your friends and you write yourself a reminder to leave the deck where you leave your keys but you pick up your keys, leave the house, and you still end up leaving the deck at home. You wish there was a book that you could refer to so you could remember your favorite messages and show your friends. This is that book.
If you’ve read Erotic Zombies, you’re already familiar with Bazil & Lydia. This is their story told from the father’s point of view.
Imagine waking up after death, only to find out the man you killed in life, your nemesis, was coming for you in death to claim the one thing he always wanted in life – your wife. You’ve already killed him and you aren’t strong enough to stop him so you have no choice – you use your inability to control your sexual urges to reach out to your son. After getting over the initial shock that his parents have come back from the dead, he agrees to help you. Will he succeed or will your nemesis end up with your wife in eternity?
John was depressed and thought of suicide daily. When he was at his lowest, he reached out to Claire from the book club, ‘Tales on Tuesdays’ and it was just what he needed. Shortly after he joined the Facebook group, he was promoted to Administrator & Moderator, and he was beginning to feel like himself again. Just when John thought he was on his way back, his deceased wife, Kate, came to visit and John began to spiral. His friends didn’t believe him, he began to withdraw, and, unbeknownst to him, Bazil’s deceased nemesis & ex-lover, Trevor, was watching. When Trevor shows up and offers to help John join his wife, things take an erotic, psychotic, horrific turn for the worst. Will John join his wife in the afterlife? Will Trevor succeed in having Bazil join him or will their reunion end with his death? Find out what happens next in the final book of this erotic, psychotic, horrific, paranormal thriller series.
“Your offer stands? I wish your mattress stood like your offer – then maybe we wouldn’t be spending Saturday
morning in this fuckin’ office…” Bernice’s eyes damn near popped out of her head along with Tyler’s and Jordan’s.
“Miss Robertson, please,” Gordon interjected… “Please what? Huh?” I got so close to that man Jordan and Tyler stood up at the same time. Jordan put his hand on my shoulder and Tyler sat back down. I remained standing, but I was nowhere through… “Please what?!” I got even louder… “Please forget that I could’ve broken my back? Please forget that the hotel staff and paramedics saw me sprawled out ass out? Please forget that what was supposed to be a night of passion turned into the night from hell? Please forget that I got a permanent fuckin’ scar on my forhead? Please forget that Jordan was accused of raping me? Is that what you want me to do?”
“Bitch, didn’t I tell you mind your fucking business?” Once we heard the rumbling we knew what was going on…”Get the fuck off me bitch!” Sissy yelled. Jordan and I were laughing with our hands over our mouths as we could tell that my mother was choking her… “Trudy, get the fuck off me!” my mother yelled. “Trenice come back…” Jordan tried to stop me but I was in the door already… “Get the fuck off my mother!” I yelled as I snatched Aunt Trudy by the back of the shirt… “Bitch please,” Aunt Trudy said as she pushed me to the floor… “Bang!”
How Far Are You Willing To Go III (Explicit) “I just wanted everything to be perfect,”I cried as he stroked my hair. “Everything is perfect,” he said as he picked up my face and kissed me. “We’re here. Together. I don’t give a damn about the food. I just wanna make love to you,” he said as he pulled my face to his and kissed me passionately.” I wanna make love to you too,” I whispered as I started crying again. “Now that’s more like it,” he said as he started to lift up my skirt. “Trenice what the hell is this on your skirt? Is this blood?”
“So you gonna tell us what happened or do I have to make you tell us?” “I don’t have the energy to keep you from tickling me Rachel so let’s just eat – but I have to do one more thing before we eat…” “Ok Trenice – go ‘head.” “Can we all hold hands?” I asked. “Ok,” Jordan said as he took Rachel and Jake’s hands on the right side of the table and I took Jake and Rachel’s hands on the left side of the table.”Dear Lord, thank you for this food. Thank you for sending us such wonderful husbands. Thank you for showing me that I am not alone in this world and for being there with me when no one else could hear me. Thank you for bringing me back. Amen.” “Amen!” they all said in unison. “Trenice?” “Yea Rachel?” “What did you mean by that?”
“Lord, please don’t let us wind up in jail,” I prayed as her husband grabbed Jordan around the waist and started kissing him on the back of the neck… “Oh hell no!” Jordan yelled as he turned around and was face to face with her husband. “Something wrong?” he asked. “You gotta back up off me with that,” Jordan said as he pushed her husband away from him. As her husband put his hands up and backed away from Jordan his wife pulled me close to her and started kissing me on my neck as she said, “I thought we could play with you…” “We wanna play – but not with you,” I snapped as I pushed her back.
Obsidian has always been able to keep his legacy intact and maintain his collection of crystals, gemstones, & spheres, which have been passed down through three generations – but when he meets Amber, his wife Jade realizes that Amber is a threat to their marriage that must be eliminated and things take a psychotic turn for the worse. Will Obsidian be reunited with his Queen in this life – or will Jade succeed in eliminating Amber again as she has in a past life?
Jade is putting Obsidian through hell, as expected. After a few conversations with her attorney, he realizes it’s in his best interest to give in to her demands. Amber convinces Obsidian to visit Jade one last time to get closure and when he finds Jade in his house, the passion they once had between them is re-ignited, only for the flames to be put out once she reveals she’s pregnant. Not only does Obsidian have to tell Amber his wife is pregnant, he also has to tell Amber he slept with his wife again. Will this be the end of their relationship or will their relationship survive?
“Oh… I get it… you finally got some pussy so now you’re in love…”
“Fuck you Trevor!”
“Soon my love… so tell me… when will I get some pussy…”
“NEVER! I’ll kill you first!”
“Damn… that good huh?”
“Yyyyeeeessss…”
“So you think she’ll be down with us? Remember what happened with the last one…
“That was unfortunate…”
“You loved her too Bazil… and she left you… they all leave you…”
“She didn’t leave me Trevor…”
“What do you mean Bazil?’
“I couldn’t let her leave me…”
“Bazil… please tell me you didn’t…”
“I did… and if Beautiee ever tries to leave me… I’ll do it again…”
“I never meant to hurt you…,” he sighed.
“Yea – you and Bazil have that in common,” I laughed.
“Look Beautiee… we couldn’t help it…”
“Don’t waste your breath Trevor,” I interrupted as I got up to leave. “Ya know – it’s a shame you’re not straight,” I said as I put my gun in my bag and I put my bag on my shoulder. “You’re nice lookin’, you have a good job, a nice portfolio, and a nice dick – you could use a refresher course in how to please a woman but overall, I’d say you have potential,” I said as I put on my coat and headed towards the door…
“Beautiee…”
“Yes my Thirst Quencher… OH MY GOD!!! BAZIL!!!!” I screamed as Dr. Preston came rushing into the room with Nurse Trinity…
“Mrs. Osgood… we need you to leave… Dr. Preston said as he pushed past me along with Nurse Trinity… “On three… One… Two… Three!” Dr. Preston yelled as he tried to revive Bazil with the defibrillator… “Again! On three… One… Two… Three!” Dr. Preston yelled again as he tried again to revive Bazil with the defibrillator to no avail… “Again!”
“Dr. Preston…” Nurse Trinity whispered…
“I said again! On three… One… Two… Three!” Dr. Preston yelled as he tried one last time to revive Bazil with the defibrillator… “Call it…” he breathed.
“11:30 p.m.” Nurse Trinity said.
“I’m so sorry Mrs. Osgood,” Dr. Preston said as he put his hand on my shoulder… and I collapsed to the floor…
“Judge Duffey – your wife is on line one – she asked me to – what the hell is that?” the Bailiff asked as he looked over Judge Duffey’s shoulder and saw him watching us…
“What’s it look like?” Judge Duffey answered, smiling mischievously…
“It looks like they’re fucking in your chambers! I’ma go put a stop to this shit right now!”
“Leave it…” Judge Duffey ordered as he continued watching us…
“Leave it?”
“Yes…”
“Very well – I’ll go tell you wife you’re in the middle of something…”
“Yes… do that…” Judge Duffey said as the Bailiff closed the door. Judge Duffey put his hand under the desk, pulled his dick out, and began stroking it as he continued watching us…
“Dontress bought me another drink… tee hee hee…” I giggled…
“Thank you Dontress…” Bazil said as he pulled me close to him…
“You’re welcome – would you like a drink as well?”
“No thank you,” Bazil answered…
“I saw you both dancing earlier… May I dance with you?”
“That’s up to my wife…”
“Would you like to dance with her… my Thirst Quencher?”
“Only if you join us…” Bazil breathed…
“Okay…” I breathed as Bazil took us both onto the dance floor. We were all dancing to the beat of something besides the music and we were both holding onto Bazil. Bazil leaned towards me and kissed me fully and, to our surprise, Dontress pulled Bazil’s face to her, and kissed him. Before I could react, Bazil turned to me and kissed me again, pulling me closer this time, kissing me longer… and, just like before, Dontress pulled Bazil’s face to her and kissed him again. I could tell Bazil was hesitating and wasn’t sure if I was comfortable with what was happening so I pulled Dontress closer and kissed her while we both held on to Bazil…
Yes Please is a collection of erotic shorts that includes some of my earlier pieces as well as snippets from the following books available on amazon:
How Far Are You Willing To Go? Murder Is Just The Beginning
Twisted Beautiee
Erotic Zombies
Caught In The Middle
If you haven’t read any of my books yet, this will give you a preview of what you have to look forward to. If you’ve read any of my books, this collection will introduce you to some of my earlier pieces as well as bring back pleasant memories.
“We’re going to play a game…” my husband said… “A game?” John asked… “Have you ever played Russian Roulette?” I asked as I stood up… “No…” Susan whispered… “Why the hell would we wanna play Russian Roulette?!” John snapped… “Because it’s one hell of a high…” my husband breathed as he spun the barrel of his gun… “I’m going to pull the trigger… if you’re lucky… you’ll take a drink… if not… your wife will be a widow…” “Oh God… Please… No…” Susan pleaded as my husband pulled the trigger… Find out what happens next as Halloween goes from fun & games to fear & murder in this erotic, psychotic, paranormal thriller.