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Sunday, December 16, 2012

Swear Words Are My Thing - BL Morticia

Greetings folks! This is the wicked gal speaking with another post about another of my favorite topics, writing. o.O Specifically swear words! Ha! Yes I love to curse within my stories. Doesn’t matter if it’s the character or me as the narrator throughout the text, a swear word really helps to get the feelings on paper.
Think about it. When do YOU swear? When you’re emotional about something right? Did someone cut you off when you tried getting over in the next lane? How about when stopped by a cop for talking on the phone when you shouldn’t? Um, not at the cop, at yourself for being so damn stupid! ;P (Shar’s been there done that) *winks* Or you swore when you hit your foot on the side of the bed and of course, my fave when you’ve achieved orgasm while having sex! Oh yeah that’s a good one.
See! Nothin’ wrong with a few swear words to get the feelings out, whether it’s aggression, anger, or a fuckin’ good feeling, swear words definitely show one’s emotions. Need evidence? Take a look at one of the paragraphs from my next book Candyman from NNP! 
“Hmph.” Ty sprinted to his building and picked up the few letters in his mailbox – offers for credit cards, junk mail, and a couple of utility bills. “Shit, how am I gonna come up with the money for these?” He opened up the invoice and shook his head. Whenever he got a bill, he thought about the ad he saw in one of the smaller newspapers for the all-male revue at the Hotspot nightclub. But when would there be time to study and work a second job? At night, Ty hit the books and did his homework. Of course, that was after he left Diamond Candies for the day. If I took on anything more, my grades might fall! He leaned against the door and breathed a sigh while he looked at the picture of his mom on the mantel.
Damn Momma, I wish you were here for me now!
Once he settled in and made a can of soup for supper, Ty sat on the couch and searched the company website to find out about college assistance. Due to his stupid pride he’d never thought about it, but since the bills weren’t stopping any time soon and he didn’t want to get kicked out, he thought this would be as good a time as any.
“Damn, my GPA might not be good enough. 3.5? Shit!” Ty was doing good in school, but he didn’t think he his grade point average would make that cut. He’d flunked a test earlier in the semester and he was still paying for that.
The one night I decided to go out.
Stupidly, he’d join his friends for a beer the night before the test, to try picking up girls and getting laid. Instead, he’d embarrassed himself with bad attempts at dancing, and he got so drunk he’d ended up in the bathroom puking his guts out.
Just thinking about the morning after made him shudder. He grimaced, knowing he shouldn’t have let them talk him into it. Ty had missed class and hadn’t been able to make up the test. His marketing professor was one of those insufferable bastards that loved to make his students’ lives a living hell. Damn him.
Damn Diamond Candies for making the standards so fucking high. That kind of average meant all A’s and maybe one B, most likely a high one – not one teetering on the edge of a C. Shit.
Disgusted, he slammed the laptop down and tossed it next to him. Once it hit the couch, he cursed himself knowing that wasn’t the smartest of moves since the old Thinkpad was a hand-me-down. He rubbed his hands over his smooth head and turned on the TV, hoping that would take his mind off the bills and the seven a.m. shift at the factory he had to endure tomorrow. A Channel Two news brief flashed across the screen.
And today, beloved owner of Diamond Candies, Demi Roux, was memorialized. Many were in attendance…
“Yeah? It’s about time that old bastard kicked the bucket. Maybe the new boss will give me the well-deserved raise I’ve been looking for!” Ty snarled at the mourners leaving what looked to be a mansion.
Reportedly, Demi left his fortune to his son Alain. No word on who will step in as the president of the beloved corporation.
“Hopefully somebody who isn’t as much of a tightwad as him!”
Okay so in this small section, four damns, 2 shits, one hell and one fucking. *giggles* Yes just in that tiny portion of the 37K plus book, I’ve got all those. I should’ve counted how many words overall but maybe I’ll do that next time! *winks*
So, does it bother you to see swear words while reading? Are you that much of a prude? Ifucking hope not. See how I did that? *laughs* Er, if offended sorry but I do love using the swear words. They show a lot of emotion and since I’m the snarky muse who does a lot of angst in my stories, I believe swearing should be part of my persona!
Thanks for listening. Here’s a preview of book 5 for Something New on the Menu! Look at that sexy ass cover! WOW.
Alain Roux is the new president of the world famous Diamond Candies chocolate factory on the South Side of Chicago. His father, Demi Roux just lost his battle with cancer and has left it in his care despite Demi’s brother’s advice to leave it to him. Alain has no interest in the company but to fulfill his father’s last wish, he takes on the day to day of it anyway.
Ty is a born and raised Southsider who’s working there to put him through college. Recently, his father threw him out because he confessed he might be gay. When he and Alain talk, his heart soars and as badly as he tries to fight it, the two connect and eventually they decide to give their relationship a try.
Another excerpt. More swear words coming!
Ty shoved through the double doors and slipped the gloves over his palms. Once he snapped them on, he made it to his workstation to begin his shift of eleven to seven. The first few candies came through and he turned on the machine. Fuckin’ homophobe! Who needed people like Joe when trying to understand your own sexuality? Who— Damn!
Just when Ty was seething about Joe’s comment, his frown turned into a sly smile as he noticed a tall and slender man with dark hair come into view. Must be Demi’s son!
Ty tried his best not to stare but the more he looked the more erect he became. Shit. Ty licked his lips as if he were looking at a tasty treat he’d like to get his hands on.
“Hey Ty!”
The voice of one of his female coworkers brought him out of his lust filled stupor. “Uh huh?” He attempted to get focused on the machine again. Good thing he wasn’t on the cutter.
“Be on your best behavior. That’s the new boss, Alain. He’s already made one trip down here today.”
Ty nodded and thought just how lucky he was that young Mr. Roux was making another trip. Hotdamn! Although Alain was still over fifty feet away, Ty stopped a moment to peruse his features. Dark brown or black hair, shoulder length, a perfectly cut beard and mustache, his eyes appeared to be dark and mysterious, reminding him of the chocolate candies he should’ve been wrapping. The grey suit, maybe Armani or Oswald Boateng fit him to a tee, tight in all the right places. Wonder what he’s workin’ with down below.
In seconds, Ty caught his brown gaze and he felt his heart skip a beat. He’d never had that happen when he saw a man in person he felt to be overly attractive. Alain smiled and licked his slim bottom lip.
Another shout interrupting him. This time it was his supervisor Darrell. “Hey man, get back to work. The new boss—”
“Uh huh, I heard. Sorry, I um…”
“Ty please, you’re a good worker, no goofing around on me today.”
“Yes sir!” Mockingly, he saluted his supervisor. Darrell was a good guy but most of the time, a real ass kisser. Apparently, he wanted to make sure Ty watched his p’s and q’s so he could look good.
He diverted his attention away from the hot man who wasn’t far out of reach. The visions of the attractive gentleman already flashed across his brain. Well pressed suit, white shirt with matching grey tie. Alain looked like a million and most likely smelled like one too. Or was that one hundred million? Ty didn’t know the full net worth of Diamond Candies but he assumed the young man had to be loaded. Not that it mattered much to Ty anyway. A rich boyfriend would be nice though.
Ty pressed the button on the machine and attempted to temporarily forget the vision of loveliness in his midst. He breathed a heavy sigh and went about his business, watching the milk chocolate drops get wrapped and packaged in bags.
“Um, excuse me.” Someone taped him lightly on his shoulder.
This time, the voice was unfamiliar. This wasn’t a coworker, nor was it Darrell… it could only be… Ty slowly turned around to see the new boss standing behind him.
“Hi there, I’m Alain Roux. Ty Washington?”
Ty showed off his pearly whites. “Yes Sir, nice to meet you.” He accepted his handshake, cursing inwardly that he hadn’t removed his gloves beforehand. “I’m, uh, sorry about your loss.”
The distance from which Ty spotted him at first cheated him of Alain’s total beauty. The ebony haired man was even hotter up close and yes, he smelled like his favorite cologne, Eternity for Men which he wished he could afford to buy. Ty couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear and the electricity from their friendly gesture sent shockwaves to his cock and nipples. Suddenly his mouth became dry like the Sahara and the goose pimples rose on the back of his neck.
“Thank you. How long you been workin’ here, Ty?”
“Well, uh, a little over a year.”
Alain nodded and looked down at his feet. “You’ve been here long enough to be in management haven’t you? I mean, I dunno the specifics of how my father’s team promoted from within, but I’d think a year of service should count for something more, right?”
Ty wished he could agree but he knew companies like this took years to promote their employees with little to no experience. “Yeah but, I’ve never really tried for it. I go to school part time and I’d rather only be responsible for myself.”
“I see; well, that’s an admirable answer. I’d really love to talk with you more Ty. Maybe we can chat after you take a lunch? I’ll be here all day; say around five? I’ll make sure Darrell knows send you up about then.”
Ty was thrown off by how forward Alain was. Didn’t he care about all Ty’s coworkers being in earshot? Do I care? “Um, sure…” he took off the plastic gloves and rubbed the back of his head. Now he knew he’d need to go to the washroom to wash and get new gloves. Still, he wanted to feel Alain’s hands again. He held out his free one. “I’m lookin’ forward to it.”
Alain squeezed it tightly causing Ty’s breath to hitch. He bit his lip and peered into the boss’s chocolate pools, getting lost in them. Drowning. “So am I, Ty. Don’t forget to go wash up and get new gloves.” Hesitantly, he stepped away and released his palm. Alain patted his back. “C’ya later, Ty.”
Ty jerked and his eyes popped open. Wow, did Alain wake up something inside of him and he wasn’t just talking about the muscle in between his thighs. The boss touched bare skin, he felt the heat from his fingers. “Fuck… me…”
“Um Ty, you alright there?” His coworker asked with a smirk.
Ty shook his head and threw the gloves in the wastebasket. “No I’m not, Miss Lady. I need a moment to collect myself.” Yeah he did. Too bad he couldn’t do more than that but shit, he was working with food after all. Definitely later.
Look for the book release 1/8/13

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