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About Danyell A Wallace
Danyell A. Wallace was born in Alaska and is currently living in Alabama. She’s a mom to three awesome kids, and a wife to an incredibly supportive husband. When she’s not using her imagination to write very adult, very sexy books, she’s reading, spending time with family and friends, watching football, and catching up on TV shows that she has saved on the DVR.
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As Clayton struggles to put the pieces of his life back together, his beautiful, brown-skinned guardian angel with the wavy hair and soulful eyes is with him the entire way. But who is she? He may not know her name, but her face and the way she fills his heart are definitely unforgettable.
Find out what happens when life as you know it is turned inside out and you’re forced to put the pieces back together, one memory at a time.
Welcome to MindF*ck!
*This book contains scenes involving suicide, strong sexual themes and content not suitable for persons under the age of 18. MindF*ck is book one of a series and can be read as a standalone.*
I have secrets. Who doesn’t? But the ones I have are caged for a reason and if released could send me straight to hell, along with the love of my life—because I refuse to let her go.
I’ve broken the three golden rules of being a devout boyfriend and threw them out the f*ckin’ window the moment I laid eyes on my sister’s new roommate, Tamia.
1. Don’t look.
2. Don’t touch.
3. Don’t taste.
One look— I had to have her. One touch— I wanted to f*ck her. One taste—I couldn’t let her.
*Please note this book was originally titled, Wanting You. This book has since been edited, revised, the title has been changed, new blurb, and chapters have been added.*
Nyla Freeman hasn’t seen her long time childhood friend Caleb Walker in over four years. She’s a pre-med student who’s looking forward to a well-deserved break from the common stress of being a college student. So she decides that instead of going to Italy with her family during her two-week spring break, she wants to spend it with Caleb instead, who also happens to be a member of an up and coming band called Wildfire, that’s well known in the Sacramento area. Her plan is to fly out to California to catch up and reminisce with her best friend, but that all changes her first night there when she meets the rest of the band members, and becomes real curious about their lead singer, Mason Scott. Their first encounter is brief, but when his gray eyes land on her brown ones, she knew she wanted to know more about him…In every imaginable way.
The night she steps foot inside the club, The Grind, to watch Wildfire’s last performance before they were set to go on tour with Caleb’s dad’s band, Hurricane, she’s immediately drawn to the sounds of an electric guitar, drums, and a strong sexy raspy voice echoing throughout the club. Her eyes search the room looking for the owner of the voice, when they finally land on Mason. He was standing behind the microphone with his eyes closed, grasping it while letting the lyrics flow through his lips. Every emotion he was feeling came flowing.
Women were screaming his name, demanding his attention, while the men stood in awe wishing they could be him. Nyla stood there not wanting to move, afraid that she would miss the message that he was trying to get across in the lyrics. She was never a fan of rock music, but then again she really didn’t have a favorite genre either. If it was good to her she listened to it, and Wildfire was good.
Mason stops singing and pulls away from the mic, and picks up an acoustic guitar sitting on its stand nearby and starts playing it with so much grace. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Seeing him perform gave her an amazing feeling. She always relied on video clips and audio snippets that Caleb sent to her by text message of Mason’s musical talent, and now she was experiencing it live.
Everything about Mason oozed sex appeal from his tousled black hair, all the way down to his exposed neck, arms, and legs, that showed off his different tats, to the way he worked the crowd. Flirting with every male or female he came in contact with. He didn’t discriminate.
He makes his way back to the mic, and he closes his eyes briefly again, and begins rocking back and forth, allowing the music to take over him. Before singing the next verse to the song, he opens his eyes and they lock with hers. From that single moment alone. She became His Number One Fan… Not realizing that this night was the beginning of both of their lives changing forever…
Someone is f*ckin' with me.
On a daily basis, Wildfire received thousands of fan mail. It didn’t matter where we were, our management found a way to get it to us no matter how out of date a letter was. Fans poured out their love and support of our music in these letters, and some sent a little extra such as a naked picture, panties, and the list goes on. Just the usual, right? But lately, I was receiving letters, written in red lipstick, from someone who supposedly was from my past. They said they wanted me in every way imaginable to themselves, and anyone that tried to get in the way would be dealt with.
Sh*t! I’m getting irritated just thinking about the letters that would say:
I love you Mason
I’m your #1 Fan
That b*tch doesn't deserve you.
There were others that also got out of hand to a point that I had to talk to the authorities about them, and all they can tell me is to ignore the mail, that there's nothing they can do since this groupie hasn't physically harmed me. They told me to just be aware of my surroundings, and that this is what fame is all about. That this is what I signed up for— becoming one of the most sought out singers in rock, and it’ll all blow over. They were taking this sh*t as a joke. What if this groupie took it too far and to another level where it's too late to be stopped? Basically, this sh*t boiled down to me or someone I loved getting hurt before anything could be done. I couldn't let that happen.
***This story contains mature themes, including sexual assault.***
**Interracial Romance- BW/WM
“Come on, Kian. Breathe for me.” I feel her palms pump against my chest and her tears pitter-patter against my lips. I swear I can taste the saltiness of them.
“It’s no use,” I remember whispering against her ear.
Then everything around me grew blurry and started fading away. Even me. Warmth streamed throughout my limbs, moving straight to my heart where it pumped rhythmically. My lungs expanded weakly, then my eyes shot open, and I began to breathe on my own.
The problem is the beautiful girl that saved my life that night thinks that I’m dead.
Now, I’m making it my business to let her know that I’m alive and well. That she’s the one who keeps my heart beating hard and strong in my chest.
She’s the reason I breathe…
Author Disclaimer: Breathe is a new adult, interracial romance that contains content about substance abuse, mentions of suicide, and adult content 18+.