Today's Fab Friday Featured author is a new author to The Beautifully Inspired Blog, but not new to many of the readers. Help me extend a warm welcome to Aja! Her excerpt will definitely pull you into a certain place, with an interesting twist. Shall I say more? Nope! You'll have to read for yourself...
Excerpt from Breaking Her Rules:
If someone had told Savanah, she would be on her hands and knees, grunting on each exhale by mid-morning she’d tell them they were high on drugs. Her plans for the day had been to go and get her weekly manicure and pedicure followed up by a deep conditioning treatment by her new stylist, Tamera.
Her plans did not include her in this position with twigs and dirt and grass digging into her skin. But this is what happens when you can’t find your cat, Dorothy.
After sleeping in until nine, something she almost never did, taking a relaxing long shower, and then finishing up with her usual oatmeal with a side of pineapples, she realized Dorothy hadn’t woke her up. That was why she’d slept in until nine. And then she realized, she couldn’t remember the last time she saw Dorothy. That began the manhunt after she put on her orange maxi length dress and brown flip-flops after running her fingers through her loose kinky curls.
She looked around her new house that she was becoming more accustomed to. The sounds a house made, especially in the silence, were much different from the sounds made in the upscale condo she had lived in for two years on Chicago’s Miracle Mile.
No, this three bedroom, colonial with the wood paneled floors and crown molding around the ceilings, making creaky noises in the night that often made her think someone else was there with her. It wasn’t her preference in a home seeing that she moved around a lot and usually wouldn’t need the kind of space she had here being single with no children. But her company had offered it to her as part of her relocation package and she had the choice of purchasing it from them after a year as part of the contract, if she chose to.
At first, she thought she’d be out of here in no time. But because of its proximity to the parkway that took her straight into Pittsburgh’s downtown area from the Edgewood ramp, she was starting to see the advantages of staying here. Not to mention all of the quaint little things about her neighborhood that she didn’t think she’d ever appreciate after living in a high-rise in a major bustling city.
She stated, making her way around the house, inspecting all the nooks and crannies and even her creepy basement and still no sign of Dorothy, she realized she needed to start looking outside of her house. There was moment yesterday when she had removed some stinky trash to the back by the garage and shed and maybe just maybe, Ms. Dorothy made a run for it then.
How does one go about looking for a cat?
In her estimation, cats were born to run and be free. And even though she knew that, she wanted her Dorothy back at home with her. She grew to like her, especially since for maybe five minutes a day she wouldn’t think about the man she had no business thinking about because Dorothy, with her talkative self, kept her company.
Dorothy was a sign that she had a home and not just a place to sleep.
Her neighborhood was quant and pretty. The lawns of each property manicured perfectly and the sidewalks unmarred by any cracks or bumps, but what made it so nice were that all the houses were distinctive. Different colors, different details. Large, old trees lined the properties and sidewalks, providing a breeze that moved her hair around her face. After a while, she forgot she was actually looking for her cat and just enjoyed the walk in her neighborhood. The sounds from chirping birds and young children playing in their backyards while dads mowed lawns and mothers pushed babies around in their strollers.
All of this beauty and the quiet neighborhood made her, for just a moment, think about a family of her own one day. Not that she wanted it really and not that she even thought it could happen seeing that her career took up so much of her time and then there was the whole ‘you need a man to have all of this’ problem. But there was a deep yearning she was choosing to ignore.
Just as she had gotten ten blocks away from her house, she realized she hadn’t done any looking for Dorothy. There was absolutely no way to find a cat. But she started to call her name.
“Here, Dorothy, here.”
She sounded silly and apparently a few neighbors thought so based on their looks from their properties, but one was friendly and came over to her.
“Looking for your dog,” the complete stranger neighbor asked. He was maybe mid-forties, deep brown skin, baldhead, eyes that crinkled in the corners and married. Yes, she knew it without even checking out his hand which made his too-wide-of-a-smile a bit concerning.
”My cat, Dorothy.”
“Oh,” he said. “Not sure you can get a cat to come to you like that.”
“I don’t think so either, but I have no other choice.”
He looked like he was going to say more, but then his pretty but unpleased wife stepped out on the porch and took in the beautiful Savanah talking to her too-wide-of-a-smile husband, making him change his mind.
So he said, “Well, good luck.” And rushed back to his porch where he never should have left.
Shaking her head, she started to head back home. She waited to cross the street as a black Dodge Durango passed through the intersection. She started to cross the street when the Durango backed up. She started to run back to the corner for safety since she was afraid she might be hit, but when the window came down with her in the middle of the street, she saw the real reason she needed to run.
Joe Farrington’s fine ass.
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Aja is the writer of sensually erotic women's fiction. Her stories allow readers to experience realistic, inspiring and soulful interactions between her characters and intense passion between couples overcoming life's challenges.
Raised as an only child, using her imagination to create stories came naturally to her. Writing her first book in the first grade encouraged her doting and supportive mother to enter her into writing contests to help her hone her craft. Inspired by soulful music and sensual art, she crafts her stories on a whim, using the snatches of time her characters grace her with and stringing them together for completion. She loves prose but has been known to be poetic which can be found, if looking, in some of her published work.
Unexpected is her debut novella she authored with Roy Glenn. I Am Yours, her sophomore effort she admits to being her heart exposed in literature. Her novella, Breaking Her Rules is featured as part of the Hot Undercover Bosses boxset. She is working on several projects including Love's Required and Be With Me with Roy Glenn, a part of the Unexpected series.
When she's not writing, reading and most importantly, loving her family, she is looking for a beautiful beach to watch sunrises, sunsets and listen to the ebb and flow of the remarkable waves. For more information about Aja and her work you can reach out to her by email at email@example.com or on her blog ajathewriter.com or you can follow her on social media at facebook.com/aja.thewriter .
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