wine with writers… meet xyla turner.
Are you in the Washington, D.C. area? If so, I'd love to meet you! Yes… in person! I'm going to actually let my friend, author Nia Forrester tell you more about this event and why you should join Nia, Xyla Turner and me at Wine with Writers.
Indie writers are an elusive breed. We don't do a lot of public appearances, may never hit it big enough to show up on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, or even do a local radio interview. But we do love connecting with our readers, people who tenaciously dig through the hundreds of thousands of offerings on online retailers and, against all odds, find and stick with us.
So, eventually, how could we not want to meet those intrepid readers?
This fall, two of my colleagues and I will be in Washington DC, sitting down for wine, finger food and conversation at The Fridge DC, a hip, indie (of course) art gallery in the heart of Capitol Hill. The event starts at 3 p.m. sharp and will run until about 5 p.m. For this first run at 'Wine with Writers' we're not going to be talking about any one book, but about the larger theme of 'Romance, Realism and the Portrayal of African American Women in Modern Popular Fiction.' But no fear, this is not meant to be some deep, boring and dry academic lecture but a conversation among the authors and you, the guests, talking about the books we enjoy and what they mean for how AA women are portrayed in culture. In addition to myself, on hand will be authors Xyla Turner and Tia Kelly, signing books, talking about any of their characters that grabbed you, and giving away oodles of cool stuff. And did I mention there would be wine?
Besides the great company of your fellow readers and writers, guests will receive a complimentary gift bag of books and other goodies from some of our favorites, and have the opportunity to purchase (or pre-purchase) autographed paperbacks of Xyla, my and Tia's new (not-yet-released) books. We're starting the 'Wine with Writers' franchise in Washington DC, but hope to have events in other cities in 2016, so stay tuned and look out for those events with other exciting indie authors.
Come join us on November 14th from 3-5 p.m. at The Fridge DC by getting your tickets here! Don't wait till the last minute because space is limited. This is not a photo-op, but a private, intimate gathering of folks who love books. And wine.
And just in case you don't know much about our work, samples and buy links are below.
Meet one of the guest authors that will be at Wine with Writers… Xyla Turner.
About Xyla Turner
Xyla Turner was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. As a teenager, Xyla wrote short stories and essays that have won numerous awards in local to nationwide competitions. She is an avid reader, but a sucker for romance. Specifically, sassy females and dominant males. Xyla is a dedicated educator and a life coach. Outside of reading, Xyla likes to spend time with her family and travel. She writes different genres, but her favorite is romance.
Her latest release League of Bosses: The Client is available now!
About 'League of Bosses: The Client': 'League of Bosses: The Client; is a short story about an ambitious local plumber and his new feisty client. He's on the fast track to success and the interruption from Tiffany, threatens his future and tempts him to throw caution to the wind and take a chance with the hot client who gets under his skin.
The next day, around noon. A knock came to her door and in walked Tiffany Fox carrying a big bag of food in her right hand and another bag in her left. These were big clothing bags, but they looked heavy. She put them down and ran back outside and came back with another bag.
Every man, totaling four in the living room had their eyes glued on her ass. She had on some yoga pants, a tank top and her streaked hair in a ponytail, displaying her beautiful face. The woman was covered, but every curve could be seen and every man onsite would have a peek.
A possessiveness came over John as he heard a few low whistles and other men started to come down the stairs to see what the spectacle was about.
“Hey, guys.” She waved. “I just wanted to say thank you for all that you’ve done, so I brought lunch. I hope I’m not too late. It’s spaghetti with turkey meat sauce, salad, bread and sweet tea. I made enough for twenty-five people and I was told there were nine of you all together, so you can get seconds.”
The men were all smiles and some were openly salivating at the beautiful woman.
Before he realized it, John stood up, stalked towards her, grabbed her hand, and ground out, “A word.”
He brought her through the living room, the kitchen and to the backyard where nobody was, and seethed, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What?” she looked confused.
“What do you mean, what?” he replied as he placed her against the door, with his body tilted down towards her.
“Why are you mad at me? I asked you if I could drop something off and you said yes.”
“Not dressed like that.”
“This is my workout gear.”
“Oh, but don’t I know it, and everyone else. You can’t come into a room full of men dressed like that with food. It’s like walking into the lion’s den. Now not only are they salivating at your food, but also salivating about you.”
“Well, I am single, John. There is no harm in looking, right?”
John’s eyes grew wide and he raised his brows. “Oh, that’s the game you play?” He lifted his hands like he was surrendering and backed away.
When he turned to leave, she grabbed his wrist and said, “Wait.”
He halted but remained turned away from her.
“I only want you to look at me, John.”
He felt like a drummer was pounding in his ears, her words were assaulting him. She was young, probably more trouble than he really wanted and just cooked a whole meal for a crew of men that were simply doing their job. Before he could think any further, she rubbed his arm and he turned and in one step partly picked her up and put her against the door again, but with his hands on her ass, holding her taut body to his.
“Say what?” He whispered on her lips.
Her breathing was labored, but she mumbled, “I just want you to look at me.”
He took her lips with his own and caressed them with his tongue. She tasted like sweet tea in the summer time. He moaned and picked her up, so her legs wrapped around his waist. He bit her bottom lip, then a small moan escaped her, which sent John over the edge. He squeezed her ass and pressed her in harder so she could really feel him. Then he pulled back.
He released her and kept his forehead on hers.