Book Showcase: TASHA – The Glam Ones Book #1 by L.R. Starr

Striding with purpose through the ebb and flow of downtown traffic amongst the mid-morning workers, I observed the drab Ferdale crowd. Not so much color, a duller sea of charcoal black, solemn greys, flashes of white only now and then. A bloom of vibrancy glimpsed in my peripheral, somehow finding its way through the corporate dress code of soullessness.

My mind roamed elsewhere, however, my cheeks flaming from my lunchtime Sake intake. My gaze fixed straight ahead, prevented me from seeing the beautiful ebony woman, breaking the mold in her parade of rebellious fashion intermingled with the dull uniform of Ferdale.

Our untimely collision caused folders and books to flop from her hands. I tried to save them before descending to the asphalt but was unsuccessful.
I bent down to her as people adjusted to the fallout, maneuvering around us. My forehead creased with interest as I saw what I was helping her collect were sketched fashion designs. Stunning and intricate patterns on A4 pages requiring my immediate attention.

Inhaling her sweetness of coconut and peaches, reminded me of a secluded beach somewhere, which would have been significantly better than the high-rise office cage I stared out of every day.

How is it possible to have such a sweet fragrance diffusing from your pores? My eyes pondered. As I lifted my head, I stared into a set of tigerish brown eyes, evoking a chemical reaction of lust screaming through the length of my body. Her rich, brown skin was sleek, her hair bold as the large fro crowning her head.

My response to all this magic in front of me was a stunted smile. I didn’t realize I would be on the receiving end of such beauty.

“Hi. I’m sorry.” I spurted out the sentence in a knee-jerk way. I lowered my head in a perfunctory bow. Her response was a funny squinty one as she shuffled her designs back into a piled order. Picking one up for a closer look, I rose with her. It made my day. “Tasha McCrae Designs,” I said aloud. The design of a sketched lady in a structured cut blazer and tailored pants opened my eyes wide in surprise. “This is a serendipitous meeting if ever there was one.” She had no idea what I was talking about at this stage, but I knew.

Hastily, she snatched her designs from my hands while I continued my drawn-out assessment of her. She placed a hand on her hip, her tight lips sparking my mouth to water with lusty desire.

“Why is that? Do I know you or something?”

Chuckling nervously, I extended my hand, thinking it was the best thing to do as she patted the side of her afro. I didn’t have one word to describe her, as I was busy studying her cute button nose. There was beauty in her palpable strength that all fused together as a vibrant symphony.

I had the sudden urge to tie her up in Japanese knots. Kinbaku is what we called it, gentle holds, and an exquisite art that had long stopped being practiced. Or perhaps it still was performed behind closed doors. I wanted to put her in positions of…

Excerpt from Tasha: The Glam Ones by L.R. Starr.
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