An Interview With My Main Character (Trenton) #MondayBlogs #author #fiction #writing


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Going back through my character development, here’s an interview I had with my male main character named Trenton Devereaux.

1. Tell us a little about yourself.

Hi lovelies, I’m Trenton Devereaux from Cherry Gardens in Jamaica. I’m 21-year-old, go to college in Columbia, S.C., have an infant son, and I’m a no-nonsense type of person, so don’t come at me with the b.s. Just kidding.. but don’t.

Anything else? 

Anything like what? Guh, you are so nosy. Well… I’m a suspect in a murder case. They said twenty-so people were killed up the interstate in a warehouse, but I know nothing about that. (He shrugged nonchalantly, twisting his mouth.) Next question.

2. Okay, what is it that you love most about life?

Hmm, I love how well my son is doing. He’s five months old now, and my family is very supportive. God bless them. I love how my girlfriend and I came, uh… I mean, how far within a year’s time. We had drama, cheating, drugs, and negative people coming between us, yet we fought and fought, and we’re still together.

3. That is great you two are still together. Which brings me to my next question: How do you decide if you can trust someone?

Ah, well, to me, a person has to earn trust, just like they would with respect. So, I give every person a starting chance, unless I initially picked up bad vibes from them, just like I’ve done last year… anyway, I go by their actions to sum it up if I can trust them or not.

4. What three words best describe your personality?

Strong, ambitious, and a risk-taker.

5. What are your greatest talents?

(Smiling.) Well then, since you asked, dancing for one. I love moving to the beats in dancehall music, ska, and ska jazz. If you aren’t sure what ska is, look it up; I’ll be here all day just talking about it, or you can come to a dance club I know to show you what it’s like.

Hmm… other talents: singing, writing poetry, I can cook my ass off, la-dee-da, and the last is for my woman to know. LOL!

6. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would that be?

Not a damn thing.

7. What is your typical day like?

I start my day off by tending to my son, and then I would meditate since I need it more than ever now—some light yoga or a run, breakfast, depending on the day, school, or work.

I also use my time to render aid in the community. It doesn’t matter how much money you have; you still need to do something; whether it’s through donation, raising money, or doing volunteer work. I use my free time to help others.

8. What are your greatest fears?

I fear losing someone close to me in any way, whether it’s death, to the law, or whatever; it would tear me apart.

9. What or who is the greatest love of your life?

You should know who, but I will say it, Paris is the greatest love of my life along with my son. She has been there through thick and thin, loves my son as her own, and had shown me what real love is. I’ll give her the world if I could. I’ll do anything I can for her.

10. When and where were you the happiest?

(Smiling endearing) The happiest time of my life thus far is the birth of my son. Wow, T.J. makes my heart swells up with joy and makes me work harder every day to do right by him. He’s so precious, mon; even though his mom schemed into being pregnant with him, it doesn’t change how I feel about him like most guys would to a girl who trapped them. I love that kid so much. (Sniffling)


This concludes my interview with Trenton. I had more questions to asked, but his schedule was tight.

Will there be a second interview for a more in-depth look into his life? I’ll have to check with his people. (Wink)

P.S. I do have an interview with Miss Paris Thompson herself. She’s the female main character and Trent’s girlfriend. You can find her interview here.

I hope you enjoyed Trent’s interview, and if you have any questions of your own you would like for me to ask, please feel free to ask in the comments.

Thank you, and enjoy your day!

© 2016 Pamela E. Hester

Tell Me Now, Don’t Hold Back #MondayBlogs #fiction


Continued from I Knew It Was Too Good To Be True.

“Where is she? Something’s up with her, and I’m not leaving until she answers my questions.” Genevieve stood tall with her arms crossed and chin high in the air.

Before I could protest, her guard pulls out his .45 semiautomatic Glock in my direction. Damn!

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I stared back at Genevieve’s guard, his gun, then at her. So, it has come to this? I’ve been here, working my ass off to pay off a debt I hadn’t started in the first place, and a gun is pointed in my damn face.

“What the hell? What’s going on?” I said in a rush, trying to keep my voice down. I would hate for my client to be frightened. Then I remembered Genevieve had mentioned her upon entering.

“Kevin, we need to speak to your client. It will only take a moment,” Genevieve explained as she stood tall, glaring at me like I did something wrong.

I was taken aback because normally, she wouldn’t behave in this manner. The normalcy of her personality when it comes to women is extreme jealousy. Right now, I cannot diagnose the problem even if someone serves it on a fine china platter.

“Something I should kn-“

“Just call her out. It’s urgent,” Genevieve said, pointing in the direction of my bathroom.

I blinked. Just as I turned around, she ambles out with a lavender terry-cloth robe wrapped tightly around her body. A white towel is draped over her left shoulder as she used one end to dry her hair.

“So, what normally happens after-” her words trailed on as she noticed someone other than us in the room. Her green eyes fixated on Genevieve and then her guard with his Glock dangling from his right hand.

She appeared undisturbed; in fact, in her eyes held a challenging stare like she is prepared for a duel.

“Look, Tracey, I need for you to verify something for me, for security reasons,” Genevieve said, walking up to her.

“Okay, but it make it quick. I didn’t pay to be interrogated, so whatever you have to say, say it now or knock off a hundred dollars of the money I gave you upon arriving,” Tracey replied defiantly.

Genevieve gave her a long stare that said, “don’t go there with me.”


“I don’t know what that was all about, but Genny normally doesn’t act that way,” I assured Tracey, taking her hand and leading her to my cream-colored chaise lounge.

She quietly followed behind me and sat even quieter as I gazed into her eyes. She looks back at me with this expression I couldn’t pinpoint. No one wants to discuss Genevieve and her pitbull of a guard, and their unknown reason for busting in the way they had.

To be honest, I’m not sure if I can carry on with tonight with the usual stuff like I would with any client. This particular one here, still staring at me like she’s peering deep into my soul, frazzled me to the core.

I carefully traced the outline of her hand, feeling the heat radiating from her igniting; it warmed me up. She leans forward, and I took that moment to kiss her soft lips.

The moment felt so right, perfect timing, as our lips meshed. I used one hand to snake around her waist pulling her closer to me, while the other caresses her face and slender neck. Her ruby-red fingernails raked through the small hairs on my chest sending shock waves to my system.

All past apprehensions seemed to have melted away. She moans softly, bringing the kiss deeper. I’m thinking she wants this. Whatever she wants, it’s her night.

However, as I reach for the belt of her robe to open it, she alarmingly jerked back. Her eyes widen. She went stocked still. The color drained from her face leaving me in utter shock.

What’s wrong now? I wondered. I couldn’t believe we are back to being estranged.

“What is it now?” I asked, trying not to sound impatient. It is becoming unbearable to think you’re sure about something, feel it deep within yourself just to have it slapped you across the face.

Tracey stood up, muttering as she did so, trying to form the right words to tell me whatever it was that kept her hostage since she first arrived here.

“Tell me now what you want to say, and don’t hold back,” I demanded.

“Okay, okay. I’m a private investigator hired by your parents to find you,” she explained, appearing relieved.

My what did what now? I pondered the thought.

By: Pamela E. Hester ©2017

This concludes Part 3. Thank you for being patient with me as I write this post. I’m thinking of writing Part 4, but we’ll see. 😉

 

I Knew It Was Too Good To Be True #MondayBlogs #fiction


Continued from Tell Me What You Came Here For.

I glimpsed quickly at Genevieve, who forks an eyebrow, gazed back at this strange woman, and in a low, deep voice, I seductively said,

“Tell me what you came here for,” stroking the middle of her palm.

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She continued to stare at me, carefully; watchful eyes never leaving my face. I waited patiently on her answer to my question. My signature question for all clients was told so many times; however, I’ve managed to make each one feel equally special.

That line was about as tired as I am. There are only so many ways you can say a particular line. It’s not just for doing my job; it’s who and how I am.
Before I could open my mouth again, Genevieve speaks up.

“As I had mentioned, Kevin will take excellent care of you. He comes highly recommended. You will be taken wonderful care of. Have fun!” Genevieve explained to this medium-build woman who refuses to utter a word since they walked up to me. She left us with a concerned expression and a smile that didn’t quite reach her amber eyes.

The woman intently watched Genevieve leave for a moment, turned to me, and said,
“Well, Kevin, I’m sure you live up to the name they called you here.” Oh, what name? I wondered. “I’ll feel more comfortable once we’re upstairs and away from prying eyes and ears.” Oh, so she does talk.

“Sure.” I see what she meant. Genevieve and her guards are watching us… too carefully. I nodded their way. Genevieve raised her glass; her usual gin and tonic. She forked an arched eyebrow in question, and I slightly shrugged.

“Would you like a drink now or prefer to have one in my room?” I asked the woman, noting how she kept watched on Genevieve from the corner of her left eye. There was a passing glint that nearly nerved me as if she detested Genevieve for something I couldn’t quite place my finger on.

“Oh sure, in your room. Thanks for asking.” She blinked and started walking towards the stairwell. I grabbed her bags and lead the way.
In my room, she glances around at the decor. Hues of reds and beige colors filled the room with an ambiance of romance and warmth; even so, with an overall cozy feeling.

“Very impressive!” She said, moving over to the cherry oak armoire.

“Thanks,” I told her. “Here you go.” I handed her a pineapple and vodka concoction she mentioned on the way up here.
She mumbled thanks and wrapped an arm around her slim waist. She appeared out of place the way she stood rocking from foot to foot, shaking her glass to the point the liquid was sure to spill out. I reached out to take it from her.

“Can’t have you ruining such a beautiful outfit, nor a new carpet,” I told her. She grins sheepishly.

“Tell me about yourself,” I asked, pouring a drink for myself. I turned around from the wet bar and saw her checking out the bed.

“Plenty of time for that later,” I joked to make light of things. When she didn’t laugh, I let out a low sigh. There was something odd about her. It wasn’t for the fact she was nervous about being up here with me and what’s going to take place. No, she strikes me as if she was an undercover agent, or something. I’m determined to get to the bottom of it.

She eyed me in a way that spoke of confusion… and disgust, maybe. While she collects her thoughts, I busied myself with my mixed music playlist, setting it to smooth jazz. Acoustic Alchemy’s Jamaica Heartbeat serenaded through the Bose speakers.

Now, that I’ve gotten her attention, I reached for her hand, inviting her to dance with me. She hesitated at first, then place a small hand in mines. We sway, spin, and gyrated our hips, slightly bumping into each other. She laughs, then suddenly, pulled away.

“I-uh… I need a bath. It has been a long day.” She says, looking somewhat embarrassed. I watched her grabbed items from her bag like she was mad at it, and dashed into my walk-in closet.

“The bathroom is this way,” I pointed towards the left, to a door that was slightly ajar, trying not to laugh.

She avoided looking at me as she went inside. I chuckled softly at her embarrassment, but it was cut short when there was a loud knock at my door.

“Kevin! Open up, now!” Genevieve yells through the door.

“What is it?” I asked. She had her bulldog of a guard with her while the other stood back near the stairs.

“Where is she? Something’s up with her, and I’m not leaving until she answers my questions.” Genevieve stood tall with her arms crossed and chin high in the air.

Before I could protest, her guard pulls out his .45 semiautomatic Glock in my direction. Damn!

Stay tuned for Part 3 next week. Thanks for reading.🌹

By: Pamela E. Hester ©2017

A Poem Of The Wonder Of These Beings | Sacred Dreams #Poetry


Good morning /afternoon everyone! I apologize to those who wasn’t able to view the poem in the WordPress reader and/or on the reader website yesterday.

It seems like it was only able to be viewed when on the WordPress site or clicking on the link to view in webpage. My apologies. So, I decided to just repost it but without embedding the Facebook link I got it from, and delete the one from yesterday.


Below is a poem from Sacred Dreams’ Facebook written by Cyrielle Soares. While pondering what I was going to do about my Facebook personal and writer’s pages, I came across this poem someone shared in a Twin Flames’ group I’m in and checked out the original post for the poem. It’s beautiful and speaks to the heart and soul. It really makes you think about certain types of beings that have come into your life over the years. 

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From Sacred Dreams

There are beings that satisfy you.
No not from their presence,
But of their simple existence.
There are people who sleep with you, never touch your sheets.
Just by their thoughts that accompany you.
There are some wonderful men.
Enchanting women.
Absolute beings.
There are people whose ease of penetrating you is magic.
They type your dreams like we would compose a piano melody.
They write words straight out of another world.
As if the world of the living does not have access to these magnificent words.
They perfume your tears of sense and forgiveness.
They inhabit your floors, your attics, your cellars and your attics, and illuminate them in the light of their hearts.
They travel under your skin making chills and bursts.
They rock your cravings like mornings that wake up slowly.
There are people who thrive with life.
Who draw words about minds.
Who soothe all evil.
Of those who heal, feel and pet.
Of those who upset our fragile balance.
Because they are free.
Because they love without waiting.
Because they are rare.
Magic or terrifying.
Like labyrinths where we get lost irreparably.
Where we are not looking for the exit.
Where certainties always fly in blast.
Where the abyss fixes our damaged sides.
These beings devoid of expectations that offer their absence like a tomb that we bloom from our imaginary sorrows.
They are beautiful.
Alive and dead.
They are forever.
In the form of friends, love or soulmate.
Call them what you want.
They line our lives with balms and honey.
I know that.
I’ve lived it.~

~Cyrielle Soares


What are your thoughts about this poem?

#MusicMonday- My Writing Love Playlist


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    I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. How are you today? Today for #MusicMonday, I am doing something a bit different. I would like to share with you a playlist I created called Writing Love. Sometimes when I am writing certain scenes, music plays its part in helping me to write them, and when it comes to the characters. It builds the mood for me as well. I am still putting together the playlist, but would still like to share the fifteen I currently have.

    Majority of these songs I have listened to while writing and editing the Secrets series novels. I won’t go in-depth about it in this post, but I’ll save it for another time. I believe songs can take a person to that level that they may have never been to before. And to a level that they may not have been to in a while.

    Also, the majority of these songs are based on my characters on how they feel about certain things, people, and themselves. The songs also tell its own story. They can be based on what my characters are going through as well.

    I truly believe that when you write, especially with fiction, you have to feel how the characters are feeling. Understand their thoughts, and so on. I can go on and on about music and writing- two of my favorite things- but it will take several days. Lol.

    To view all the songs, you can click the horizontal lines where it says, 1/15.

    Songs In Playlist:

    1) Bob Marley- Is This Love


    2) Frankie Valli- I Love You Baby

    “But if you feel like I feel,
    please let me know that it’s real
    You’re just too good to be true,
    can’t take my eyes off of you
    I love you baby and if it’s quite all right,
    I need you baby to warm the lonely nights
    I love you baby trust in me when I say”


    3) H.E.R.- Best Part

    “I just wanna see
    I just wanna see how beautiful you are
    You know that I see it
    I know you’re a star
    Where you go I follow
    No matter how far
    If life is a movie
    Oh you’re the best part, oh oh oh
    You’re the best part, oh oh oh
    Best part”


    4) Khalid- Talk

    “Can’t we just talk?
    Can’t we just talk?
    Talk about where we’re goin’
    Before we get lost
    Let me out first
    Can’t get what we want without knowin’
    I’ve never felt like this before
    I apologize if I’m movin’ too far
    Can’t we just talk?
    Can’t we just talk?
    Figure out where we’re goin'”


    5) Keyshia Cole- Heaven Sent


    6) Bonnie Raiit- Something To Talk About


    7) Chris Stapleton- Tennessee Whiskey

    “I’ve looked for love in all the same old places
    Found the bottom of a bottle’s always dry
    But when you poured out your heart I didn’t waste it
    ‘Cause there’s nothing like your love to get me high
    You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
    You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
    You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
    And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time”

    8) Selena- Dreaming Of You

    “Now I’m dreaming
    With you tonight
    ‘Till tomorrow
    And for all of my life
    And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be
    Than here in my room
    Dreaming with you endlessly
    With you tonight
    And there’s nowhere in the world where I’d rather be
    Than here in my room
    I’ll be dreaming
    Of you tonight
    And I’ll be holding you tight”


    9) Usher- Don’t Waste My Time


    10) Faith Hill- Breathe

    “‘Cause I can feel you breathe
    It’s washing over me
    And suddenly I’m melting into you
    There’s nothing left to prove
    Baby, all we need is just to be
    Caught up in the touch
    Slow and steady rush
    Baby, isn’t that the way that love’s suppose to be
    I can feel you breathe, just breathe”


    11) Anita Baker- Sweet Love

    “Sweet love hear me callin’ out your name
    I feel no shame; I’m in love
    Sweet love, don’t you ever go away
    It’ll always be this way
    There’s no stronger love in this world, Oh, baby, no
    You’re my man; I’m your girl
    I’ll never go. Wait and see, can’t be wrong”
    Don’t you know this is where you belong?

    12) Snoop Dogg- Sensual Seduction


    13) Tanto Metro & Devonte- Everyone Falls In Love


    14) Wale ft. Usher- Matrimony (Jerry Seinfield in the beginning talking)

    “If there’s a question of my heart, you’ve got it
    It don’t belong to anyone but you
    If there’s a question of my love, you’ve got it
    Baby don’t worry, I’ve got plans for you
    Baby, I’ve been making plans, oh love
    Baby, I’ve been making plans for you
    Baby, I’ve been making plans
    Baby, I’ve been making plans for you”


    15) Beyonce- Crazy In Love (remix)

    “I look and stare so deep in your eyes
    I touch on you more and more every time
    When you leave, I’m begging you not to go
    Call your name two, three times in a row
    Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
    How I’m feeling and my pride is the one to blame
    ‘Cause I know I don’t understand
    Just how your love can do what no one else can”

    Does songs play a part when it comes to your writing? Which ones?