“What do you mean?” A warm tear rolled down her cheek. She wanted to wipe it off, to show how strong she was, but there was no room for pretense—not now when she was about to lose everything. She was standing in the middle of the living room, in a home she had made with … Continue reading ONE NIGHT STAND
He was a womanizer; she didn’t allow herself to forget that. But could she forget that kiss, deeply passionate and toe-curling? She didn’t think so. AJ had respected her wishes so far, but she could see he was slowly growing restless. She needed to beat him at his own game. Become the master, use her … Continue reading ROOMATES WITH BENEFITS
DID YOU HEAR IT LAST NIGHT? I awoke last night to a booming sound, echoing across the sky, Cracking like a whip was it as I lay there listening and wondering. Thunder, louder it became, the sound of sparks high in the sky, Very unusual as my eyes needed to see what this spectacle could […] … Continue reading DID YOU HEAR IT LAST NIGHT? — keithgarrettpoetry
Hi guys, so it's been a while. a long while. So a lot of you have been asking me what happened to the New Yorker books, when SCP closed its doors they had to be taken down. So now I am with InkSpell. The books have been reedited, reworked and have brand new covers. … Continue reading THE NEW YORKER BOOKS ARE BACK
Hey guys, The Devil's Angel barely had a year live, when SCP closed its doors. This time Beachwalk Press has helped me release it. And for a one time offer it is available for .99c. Check it out on Amazon.
No Such Thing as “Never” or “Always” In Part I of this series, we talked frankly about the very real, very widespread problem of certain publishers and clients expecting wri… Source: Saturday Edition – Getting Paid to Write, Part II: When and Why to Write for Free
“When our eyes met.”
It wasn’t the loud music echoing throughout the whole school that grabbed her attention. It was something else, hiding within the string, the beat and the keys. His voice, sultry and warm like an embrace. Her arms went around her as a slow smile spread across her face. It was seductive, compelling and she was irrevocably in love with it.
TEAYANG, his name suited him.
She swayed side to side, a completely different rhythm to the music blaring out of the speakers. But it wasn’t that she was listening to. Regardless of how beautiful it was, it wasn’t the music that had her hypnotized. It was his eyes, his smile and how entranced he seemed as he played his guitar. He as in his element and that made him desirable.
He strung the last cord. His hand making a swoop from his guitar strings…
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Chapter 1. “When our eyes met.” It wasn’t the loud music echoing throughout the whole school that grabbed her attention. It was something else, hiding within the string, the beat and the keys. His voice, sultry and warm like an embrace. Her arms went around her as a slow smile spread across her face. It … Continue reading THE DREAMS WE HAD (1)
Guyyyyss!!!! It's been a while, like a solid six months since I finished book 5 of The New Yorker and written anything. I have been handling stuff outside my Author bracket when it comes to profession. Been focusing on the script writer, writer and designer. But the voices in my head just got louder. So … Continue reading WATCHA DOING?