Chronicles

Surviving Rejections from Literary Agents

Man, it hasn’t been easy but I’m taking all these rejections in stride. I’ve pitched my novel since early April of this year to at least 10 agent/agencies with answer ranging from, “your word count is too low,” which pushed me to enhance the story further to now, “I love parts of your story but I’m not the best fit…but keep going.”

I know that the last part is supposed to be encouraging, give me hope still that someone will pick my baby up but honestly, it’s giving me more motivation to move mountains on my own. I don’t feel like the answer is to self-publish, because I know this story resonates with a lot of women around the world. How do I know that? Because I’ve been asking women all over the world to read my book and they tell me so.

So yeah, I have taken a temp on my work and everyone who reads it, who isn’t in the professional world of literature seems to dig it. And there lies the problem; I need people in the literary arena to give her a chance to breath life, trust the vision, and guide me in ways to bring it all the way home if it’s not completely there.

I need to get this book out to a larger audience, to let women know of all types, especially black women, that our sexuality and preferences matter as much as men and we have to learn how to explore it in our own way. Not as we’ve learn, as we feel. Living our true nature, not this domesticated lifestyle. Isn’t that what being a true romance author is all about–telling the stories that bring not just love but self-assurance and joy into the lives of our readers.

I believe in my message and the words that surround it. My team, my family, my readers, and my followers feel the same too, so as much as rejection sucks, it’s inspiring me to keep it pushing. I’ve got to knock out the next novella and let the world decide.

I’ll hold on my novel for a while longer because I know the right agent is out there, but I hope we can connect soon because it’s starting to feel like I’m holding a firecracker in my pocket. Conversations around me hit on my storyline and women want to connect now about their feelings and thoughts.

NaNoWriMo is right around the corner and I plan to tighten up and complete Untraditional II so I can give women another outlet for their curiosity and sexual evolution. It’ll be a great distraction from the “No but keep going” comments. Even as I look back now, I remember thinking that I had some extremely outrageous goals for my fiction writing career, but something is telling me that it’s in reach. I just have to stay focus and resilient.

I challenge you all to do the same, my passion-fy family! If living your passion was easy, everyone would do it in a heartbeat. But when your passion is truly your purpose, you couldn’t jump off the train even if it stopped.

Let’s get it! Choo Choo (if that was corny I don’t care because I’ve earned my nerd badge damnit)!

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Storytime with DNC: We Will Be

I love storytime! How about you? Especially when the story can take me on a journey through love, waves, and erotic beginnings. Enjoy your Friday read (uncut with bonus scene) that comes from poetry collection Like. Love. Lust. and please consider supporting me on Patreon. Every patron helps to make my literary dreams come true…the next one being to produce my first audiobook for Untraditional. Plus there are so many stories, unpublished and bonus scenes, I would love for you to read. Subscriptions start at $1 and every cent goes toward my future writing endeavors.

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We Will Be
by DNC

I prayed for waves like this. The ocean’s mist sprinkles my skin with its refreshing droplets, as I roll over to greet his eyes. Cleansing us ever so gently, we smile and pull each other closer, awaiting the first words of the morning. Neither of us chooses to speak, we decided to just be.

White sand brushes our skin, as the sun peeks at our naked embrace. A night’s worth of passion has evolved into a sunrise in love with a soul from a different corner of the world.

Maybe it was the accent or the pride he spoke of his heritage or maybe even the way he spoke encouragement into me that pulled me into his glow. I don’t know, nor will I care.

I tuck a single dread behind his ear, following the slender lines of his cheek, down around his chin rolling slowly to his lips. They were gifts from God and in every embrace they sent me to a better place, a heavenly state.

And to imagine, if I wouldn’t have opened my mouth, if I would have stood by and let him leave my eyesight, I would not have found my Adonis. The perfect piece to me that I didn’t know I was missing.

Waves crash against the beach and his arms pull me tighter and closer, pulling us together as if the waves could reach us, and just in case they did, he guaranteed that we could never be separated. His skin kisses mine, with the warmth from the sun on an early summer day in Georgia. I rest my leg over him and his thick staff falls between my legs to grace the place it just poured every ounce of his desire into. Laying there full of him, I pray for our forever. I knew when I saw him, that my body needed him. And then when he spoke, my mind couldn’t wrap around being without him. Love, at first sight, is an impossible concept, unless love lives with lust and life. When the three meets, a world begins. Our world began, and we’ve never looked back.

There were years of flying from here to there, and even months of missed Facetimes or late-night chats, but what was never lost was the life we created together, the love that grew through the unknown and the lust that was untamable in every word between us.

He takes my hand and locks it into his, staring then kissing and staring once more. Our relationship has been labeled lucky; “Girl, you are so lucky you found him” or even, “You really luck up on her” was told to us by our friends. But luck has absolutely nothing to do with it when fate leads the way.

But even in our loving embrace and our growing temptation to take a ride on the coming sunrise, I feel a moment of insecurity. I know why I choose him, but what made him choose me.

So I ask him, “Why me?”
He whispered “Because I can’t breathe.
But with you, my lungs start to move.
My heart begins to pump,
And then life begins, you see.

“Why you,” he answered,
“Because there would be no me.
There would be no sun on my horizon.
No mercy on my soul.
No ocean I could man without drowning below.

“Because of you,” he concluded,
“I am a man with pride and morals.
A man destined to conquer the darkness of the past.
A man dying to give you the world.

“I am
And that’s
Why you.”

I kiss him too many times to count and thank God so many times I couldn’t even shout. I climb on my king and connect our souls one last time as the sun finally reaches the sky. I ride until we are high into the clouds back in our world alone with nothing to hide. His hands caress each breast as I rock us into Outerspace. Someone far and deep, deeper into a never-ending place. I call his name and release the love I owe him across our world, clinching tight to hold the moment for as long as I could before I collapse on his chest, exhausted from flying miles and galaxies in hopes of continuing our endless embrace. I open my eyes to search for his remarkable brown eyes when I look at his lips and see something sparkle between his teeth. A ring, a diamond ring so gorgeous that I can barely breathe.

I take it out his mouth and he sits up, still very connect to me, and speaks, “Please stay with me, until the sea runs dry or our worlds cease to be.”

And so, that morning, over the morning rays and before God in our rawest forms, we promise that we will always be.

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Story Time with DNC: Office Extravanganza

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It’s time for some erotic fiction. Let your Friday be full of great reads and incredible organisms.

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OFFICE  EXTRAVAGANZA

by DNC

“I’ll lock the door when I leave. . .don’t worry about it,” I yelled to Dora, the operations manager.

“Thanks, Nat. You’re the greatest,” she responded.

I had decided to stay as long as it took to complete my dashboards.  I walked back to my reception desk and unlocked my screen to notice that I had an IM up.

Marc:  You still here too?

It was the new guy. He was working late on his first week — poor baby.

Natalie:  Yeah. They work me to the bone every day.

Marc:  Man, they’re tough here.  How do you do it?

Natalie:  I just do it. Like Nike.

Marc:   LOL. Yeah I like that motto, in more than one way.

I sat back and wondered exactly what he meant. How many ways could you just do it? Was he flirting with me?

Marc was the new IT manager brought in to help with our computer chaos. He seemed quiet, even shy at times. Most of the ladies thought he was cute; twenty-six years old, five/ten with caramel skin. He was alright. Okay, maybe a little cute. Let me stop fronting; he was hot. It was the first time in a while that the office had had some eye-candy, but he was definitely delicious to the eyes.

Marc:  Hello!

Natalie:  My bad, I just got a phone call.

I lied because I didn’t want him to know that I was trying to figure out his comment.

Natalie:  What are you up to this weekend?

Marc:   I’ll probably go play some ball and then chill at home.  Maybe do some cooking.

Natalie:   Oh you cook?  Go ahead! I don’t know too many men that can cook.

Marc:   Oh I cook, girl.  I do it well, just like other things.

All the innuendos were starting to add up: I was sure he was being flirtatious now.  I crossed my legs and moved a little closer to my computer screen.

Marc:  What do you like to eat?

Natalie:  I love seafood, especially crab legs.

Marc:   I’m not really a seafood person, but I do love fish.  I’ll try anything twice.  I have a thing about having different textures on my tongue.

My mind shifted to wondering how much he would like the taste of me. What am I doing? Jon was at home. At this moment, cooking dinner waiting on me to join him. I refocused my mind and shifted the conversation.

Natalie:   So, are you watching the game this weekend?

Marc:   Yeah, but I think I’m going to come in this weekend and do a little work.

Natalie:   Yeah, I think I am too, because I need a head start on some projects for next week.

I thought it was a little funny how we both felt the need to come in and work on the weekend.

Not too many other people in the office like that idea at all, but I usually do.  I have a key and pass-code for every door in the building.

Natalie:   I’m coming in the afternoon on Saturday. If you want to come then I can let you in.

Marc:  Sounds good. See you at 1:00 on Saturday.

I was just getting back from a five-day vacation, so I had only been in the office three times since he started. Marc was a nice, hardworking guy. He had a genuine smile and spoke to everyone; even the “I hate my job every day” grouchy people.  It was refreshing to have someone else around who seemed to be as calm as I was.

On the ride home that night, I was thinking about whether or not we had everything for dinner, when my mind slipped back to the IM conversation I’d had with Marc.  I could just hear his soothing, mellow voice speak those words to me: “I have a thing about having different textures on my tongue.”

I felt a little moisture develop between my legs. Could I be attracted to Marc? Hell yeah, who wouldn’t be?  I told myself as I pulled up to my apartment complex.

***Bonus Scene***

That night, I’m not sure if I had a dream or a nightmare. Marc was inside of me, deep inside my pink walls, and I wanted him to go even deeper, but Jon was watching…

Read the full story with the bonus scene on DNC’s Patreon page, plus more exclusive stories. Keep the passion flowing.

Supporting the “V” the only way I know how to!

I’m proud to announce that I will be a guest speaker at an upcoming event that is focused on restoring balance, healing naturally and having more fun in the bedroom (sounds like one of my books, huh?)

From Sept. 6-7, I will be a guest speaker at The Happy “V” Summit. This new and liberating online event will hit on all the topics women, and men, are reluctant to talk about but that are important to explore when it comes to creating a fulfilling sexual lifestyle.

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What am I speaking about? I’m not telling you…okay. I’ll tell a little; I’m focusing on breaking out of sexual shells and how I desire to provoke that action in my readers through my characters. That’s all I’m saying! You’ll have to grab your spot to hear more and learn more from the other wonderful guests at the conference.

I highly recommend registering soon for this FREE event because it will fill up fast.

Register here for the Happy “V” Summit.