Tuesday Teaser: Office Extravaganza

With my next novella hitting these digital book platforms this Friday, April 24, I wanted to share a teaser to get you started. It’s the uncut, expansion of my short story from my best seller, Untraditional: A Collection of Passion-fy Short StoryPre-order you copy today.

OFFICE   EXTRAVAGANZA
by DNC

“I’LL LOCK THE DOOR when I leave. Don’t worry about it,” I yell to Dora, the operations manager.

“Nat Simmons, you’re the greatest!” She responds with a Kool-Aid smile, sweet enough to give everyone in the office cavities.

She hugs me tight and leaves a soft peck on my cheek. I smile and watch her walk to the door, admiring her new Tory Burch purse.

“Hey,” she spins around making her curly brown hair bounce.

“Are you coming by tonight?”

“Maybe, if you give me that purse.” I raise an eyebrow daring her to give into my demand.

“Ha, we’ll see I guess.” We both laugh. Dora leaves and then I refocus on the task at hand.

I decide to stay as long as it takes me to complete my dashboards. I walk back to my reception desk and unlock my screen to see that I had an IM up.

Marc X3T: You’re still here too?

It’s the new guy. He was working late on his second week — poor baby.

Natalie S: Yeah. They work me to the bone every day.
Marc X3T: Man, they’re tough here. How do you do it?
Natalie S: I just do it. Like Nike.
Marc X3T: LOL. Yeah, I like that motto, in more ways than one.

I sit back and wonder exactly what he means.  How many ways could you just do it?  Was he flirting with me?

He was alright. The other ladies thought he was cute. It was like getting a new, attractive guy in class; they were too shy to ask more questions, but quick enough to make up tales about his sexual prowess. They’re so cliché.

Okay, maybe he was easy on the eyes. Let me stop fronting; he was fine.

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. It was the first time in a while that the office had had some eye-candy and he was definitely delicious to our eyes.

Marc X3T: Hello!
Natalie S: My bad, I just got a phone call.

I lie since he couldn’t know that I was stuck on his comment.

Natalie S: What are you up to this weekend?
Marc X3T: I’ll probably go play some ball, maybe do some work, and then chill at home.  Maybe do some cooking.
Natalie S: Oh, you cook?  Go ahead! I don’t know too many men that can cook.
Marc X3T: Oh, I cook, girl.  I do it well, just like other things.

All the innuendos were starting to add up. He’s got to be flirting now.  I cross my legs and move a little closer to my computer screen.

Marc X3T: What do you like to eat?
Natalie S: I love seafood, especially crab legs.
Marc X3T: I’m not really a seafood person, but I do love catfish.  I’ll try anything twice.  I have a thing about having different textures on my tongue.

My mind shifts immediately over to 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 refocus and shift the conversation.

Natalie S: So, are you watching the game this weekend?
Marc X3T: Yeah, but I think I’m going to come in this weekend after I leave the gym and do a little work.
Natalie S: Yeah, I think I am too, because I need a head start on some projects for next week.

It’s a little funny how we both feel the need to come in and work on the weekend.  Not too many other people in the office like that idea, but I usually did.

Natalie S: I’ll be there in the afternoon tomorrow. If you want to come then I can let you in.
Marc X3T: Sounds good. See you at 1 p.m.

Marc was turning out to be more than just a cute face. I can respect his work ethic, since it was much like mine. 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 nice, 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 enjoy their job as much as I did.

We’ve had a lot of IT guys come through this office but he’s the first one that I know of that actually enjoys talking to us; talking to people in general. He seems to really enjoy getting to know people’s thoughts, kicking off conversations and even making eye contact. He’s definitely a unicorn in the industry.

I send him one more IM to let him know that I’m heading out. I log off the computer and grab my things but where am I going? Dora’s or home to Jon.

Choose Nat’s next move:
If she heads to Dora’s house, go to the next page.
If she heads straight home to Jon, jump to this page.

Pre-order your copy to choose what she should do!!Office-Extravaganza-Cover-April2020Update

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It’s New Book Release Time…

I’m so excited to share that my new book, Daydreaming, will hit the streets this Saturday on all digital book platforms–Kindle, Nook and Kobo!
 

Daydreaming tells the story of how Dominic has haunted Ava’s dreams for four long years. Now as they wrap up their senior year at Kingman U, what is Ava willing to do or say to finally make her dreams become a reality. Will she be bold enough to share her sensual secret? Or will best friends stay simply best friends? Help her choose what she should do.

Expanded from a short story in my bestselling book, Untraditional: A Collection of Passion-Fy Short Stories, this new novella allows you–the reader–to indulge alongside the characters. In this first book from the “Pick Your Passion” series, readers guide the characters by choosing how they should act.

In this quick-read format (45 minutes tops), readers can choose a different choice, over and over and over again. See where your imagination can take you. Who knows, maybe Ava’s choices can entice you to make your own desires come true.

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Your love and support fuel my ambitions and I’m thankful that you keep reading my words and supporting my journey.

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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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