Shattered: Cam vs. Camille

Camille has spent the last 18 years fighting herself. A tragic event changed who she was and from that point forward it became Cam vs. Camille.

Cam is the woman who gets what she wants, doesn’t think she’s hurting anybody, put together, no nonsense and unapologetic. If she hurts you, you’ll apologize before her. She is who she is.

VS.

Camille is the attorney, the one who can rock 5 inch heels, the business suits, friends and family can count on, handling everything thrown her way but when the lights are off; she’s shattered and bleeding.

Camille’s journey in Shattered is one of brokenness, pain, low self esteem, anger, bitterness and everything else. The shattered remnants of her life are so entangled in her soul, that no matter how much she tries to release them, they are hard to let go.

Until she meets Dr. Melody Scott who ain’t taking excuses. She’ll get you together and then pray for you. She invites Camille to join her at a place she calls The Sobriety House, for the Hagar Experience. A weekend of detoxing and dealing with the things that caused you to run. Dr. Scott tells her, in order to begin the healing, she’ll have to GO BACK to the place that broke her.

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Part 1 – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07YCRJMNG

Part 2 – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B082311Z3D/

Excerpt … Shattered

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“I do want this marriage, why else would I still be here?”

“To annoy me,” I shrug then laugh. “Maybe this is karma for everything I’ve done, to you or it’s God’s way of punishing me for breaking my vows. Either way, I can’t keep doing this. When I get back from Miami, I’m going to find somewhere else to stay and file for divorce. Now, get out,” I say walking over to open the door.

He grabs my arm, turning me to face him and closes the door. “I’m not going anywhere and you’re going to listen to me, for once.”

“I don’t—”

“Damn it, Camille.” The sound of his voice causes me to jump. “I’m sorry for yelling but I’ve put up with so much of your crap and never once did I say divorce. The nights, no the mornings you’d come in from doing God knows what, I was right here. When you threw in my face, your cheating, I still gave you chance after chance. The night you overdosed—”

“Don’t.”

“No,” he says pushing me back against the wall. “The night you overdosed, I gave you the option to stay and get help, but you left, and we all know how that worked out. You, laying in the hospital for seven days and I was right there, watching you fight for your life.

Camille, I’ve always been here, for you, even when I should have put your ass out and now, the first time I mess up, you want to leave me. Well, you can’t because you owe me more than that.”

I snatch my arm away from him. “I don’t owe you anything.”

“Like hell! You owe me the same freaking thing I keep giving you and that’s a chance. Camille, I made a huge mistake but why is my sin costing more than all the ones you’ve committed? Why should I have to pay, with our marriage when you almost paid with your life and yet, I’m right here? Am I not worth, fighting for?”

I slide down to the floor.

“You don’t get to decide that we’re over. You have to fight for me, at least once because I deserve it and damn it, you’re going to do it.”

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One of the reasons I write …

I received the following message from a new reader of my series Ms. Nice Nasty and I LOVE IT! This is what writing is about for me! See, I’ve said before … Writing is my God given gift and I use it, not for sales (because it still pays as a hobby), but because it’s my passion. I write to build relationships, to help and to encourage.

You have to understand, I’ve had many of prayer sessions with God asking if this is what I should continue and each time He shows me that I have no choice but to do it! Yes, I am a preacher of God’s word and yes I write about sex however it doesn’t change my assignment! God equipped me for this and this is the reason I DON’T listen to naysayers.

I write because God planted the seed inside of me at my creation!

Anyway, here’s the message I received …

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Chile!!! This is why you need to get your hands on Ms. Nice Nasty. You can download your copy HERE!

 

 
Happy Reading!
— Lakisha

Freaky Friday Excerpt …. Ms. Nice Nasty 2

Ms Nice Nasty 2

Click HERE“Hey, you still up?” I ask when he answers the phone.
“Yes. What’s up?”
“Can I get a quickie?”
“Where are you?”
“Outside.”
He walks out and my mouth is watering. I pop the locks on the doors as I motion for him to join me in the back seat.
He stops and waves for me to let the window down. “Camille, what—”
“Just get in,” I say cutting him off.
He quickly opens the door and slides in. I can tell by his facial expression he is at a loss for words.
“What are you up to?”
“Don’t talk.”
I reach for his crotch and trace his manhood with my fingers. Thank God he has on basketball shorts. I quickly take off his shirt and slide down to remove his erect penis from his shorts. My eyes are on his as I lick my lips preparing to taste him. I take him into my mouth savoring the taste while slowly taking inch by inch.
“Damn girl!” He moans as I widen my mouth to take all of him, tightening my muscles with each suck.
“Um, yea, make it sloppy for Daddy,” he says, grabbing the back of my head.
I give him the side eye. His talk has been unusually dirty lately. “How do you want it, Daddy?” I ask sarcastically while looking into his eyes.
His eyes widen when he realizes what he’s said.
“Relax and tell me. How do you want it?” I ask, while sucking on the head.
“Just like that, ugh, like that!
“Like this, Daddy?” I say sucking him harder and making sure to get it very wet and sloppy. I let my saliva slide down the side as my hand gets faster and faster with the rubbing.
He has both hands on my head as I make sure he is hitting the back of my throat.
“Wait,” he says. “You’re going to make me nut if you keep that up. Let me feel you.”
I remove my panties and sit backwards on his lap. Sliding him into my wet and throbbing candy box, I grab the back of the seat as I position myself to ride. He has one hand on my waist and the other playing with my nipple.
“Hmm, you feel good.”
“Do I?”
“Yes, damn good.”
“Show me, make me cum.”
I guess he’s up for the challenge because he grabs me around the waist with both hands and begins pounding into me. I lean back into him as he moans into my ear. I match his pumps by grinding into him as I feel my orgasm forming.
“Don’t stop.”
I pull my legs up so they are now on each side of him as I play with my clit. “Open your eyes,” I tell him.
I want him to see me squirt. This is a pleasure he’s never experienced with me.
“Um, I’m about to cum and I want you to watch.”
I rub my clit harder as the sensation builds. “Oooo! Shit!” I scream as I squirt all over the back of my seats.
“Damn girl, what in the hell was that? That shit was sexy as hell!” He turns me over with his pace intensifying and I lose my breath. I have to put my hands on the car door to keep from hitting my head.
“You’ve been holding back on me…

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