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"Three friends join their love stories to create a romantic magic that is both beguiling and whimsical."


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1. No baby mama drama, no drugs, and no bang bang shoot'em up. Just boy meets girl, good old sexual tension, and sweet romance like the great American love story should be told.

2. No, this is no ordinary tale. Written in acts and scenes, each scene is written with a particular girl in mind and they may cross over and join one another. The main characters have their special avatars and each couple has a theme/favorite song. Watch for the signs and the road will be easy to travel. I hope you enjoy it.

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Monday, December 30, 2013

Pop Eyed Love- That's the Way It Is #romance #romanceinblack #love



Love can be hard to find, especially when we spend our time running and hiding in a bubble. Eventually , the soul tires of the chase, stops to rest, love overtakes and captures the heart. POP!



ACT I: LOVE ME, LOVE ME NOT
In this act, we see three scenes of  beginnings. The process of awakening.
 SCENE I: A Thorne In her Pocket

"Do you always carry so many pieces of paper towels around? Makes me wonder if you…." Pausing and raising her head from her efforts of soaking some water from her shirt, Ivy caught the tail end of Bernard's smile just before he lowered his head and reached down to retrieve his books. She laughed, a little relieved to know parts of her dream were reciprocated. "Did you really mean to wet me like this?"

"Oh no," Bernard self consciously chuckled along with her. "well not as much as this for obvious reasons." With a nod of his head, he indicated the appearance of her hardened nipples, literally naked through the sheer material of her thin white shirt. "Honestly, I'd thought a few drops would have fallen on you and then I could have played the hero and offered you drying materials, and afterward we would have a full conversation instead of the cursory ones we have inside the building. Unfortunately, when I turned the corner at break neck speed, trying to catch you before you drove off, I stopped short at the sight of you on the bottom steps and the water sloshed out of the glass. Stupid me trying to keep it from tilting, dropped a book, reached for it and the glass tilted anyway and here we are."

Ivy, standing with mouth opened, listened intently. She was infatuated and the fact he knew her name and had gone through such ridiculous tricks to get to know her, made her care less how he met her, but so glad he had finally taken the initiative.

"Are you okay? Are you in shock, Ivy? You haven't said a word or changed expression in the past two minutes." Bernard snapped his fingers in front of her face.

 "Yes, I'm fine. Kinda glad actually, I was sitting her trying to figure out how to ‘casually' bump into you and now it's done. We can't go out for a cup of coffee with me looking like an advert of a contest. Can we set a date for a rain check?"

"Yes, of course. Give me your phone and I'll put in my number. That way you can call me whenever you're ready to set the date."
 With an ease that kept her calm, Bernard took the cell from Ivy's slack fingers, tapped his number in, returned her phone and was stepping back before she could react. "Now, remember, Ms. Ivy Gardiner I'll be waiting." And with that he turned and walked away. Whistling as he went. Sighing deeply, Ivy held her hand to her chest and giggled like a kid promised a coveted gift. If it all worked out, he would be exactly that, tall, very dark, dimpled, courteous, Bernard. The fantasy she'd purposely kept tucked away.

  SCENE II: The Cooking Class.
Entering the elevator Carmella stood against the wall, crossed her arms and rested her back on its surface. She really wanted to spend more time with him, but hadn't gotten brazen enough to initiate the asking. Franklin stood facing the door, fiddling with his coat button and watching her in the door's reflective surface. He cleared his throat subconsciously when he saw that she was watching him.
 "So Franklin, why are you taking a cooking class?"
He coughed. "Huh?"
"Why are you taking a class? You don't have a wife or girlfriends you're trying to impress do you?"
"Uhm, no."
"Then why take the class? It's not like you ever pay attention." She pushed away from the wall as the door opened on to the basement floor parking garage. "If you were acting like one of the other hundred guys who've taken the class and spent most of the evening trying to hit me up, I would think you liked me, but you say nothing." She walked out of the door, pulling his sleeve as she exited. "Come on. My car is over here."

 He followed her without telling her he knew her car, had known it for weeks before he had even decided to take the cooking class. For one thing it wasn't hard to remember her car, no one else he knew drove a little red Aston Martin and for the past year they have attended the same church even though he tried to stay out of her way.
"How can you afford this car teaching people how to cut onions and celery?"
"I cut a lot of onion and celery."
"Right."
"You know, Franklin." She pushed the required tab on her key's fob and opened the car's door. Sliding into the driver's seat she placed her finger near the button that would start the car and paused. "If you want to wait until you have gone through a few more classes before you ask me out its okay. I won't tell you ‘no', but please ask before you cut your fingers off <'be' /> SCENE III-In All the Wrong Places.

Lillie-Rose turned around quickly at the sounds of crunching leaves and crackling branches coming from behind her. The unexpected movements and the scurrying of the small animals as they ran around and across her feet frightened her more than the sudden appearance of the man standing in front of her.
 The small taps on her chest by the camera, swinging from the strap around her neck, seemed to revive her stuttered heartbeat. Trying to keep from squealing like a terrified little girl, she placed her hand on the camera to stop its movements, swallowed hard and willed herself to stand calm and analyze the situation.
It wouldn't do to run in panic and without a solid escape plan. Where had he come from? Lowering her arms and releasing the hold on the camera in her hands, Lillie-Rose took a small step forward and adjusted her stance so that she would be standing on a more balanced piece of ground and not at the edge of the mountain.  Peering over and beyond the man's shoulders Lillie-Rose tried to gauge the number of steps she would need to take in order to run past him and down the path leading back to the ranch. 

"What are you doing out here, alone?" His voice was deep and unhurried, as was the glance he directed down the length of her body.
 "I'm not too alone, you're here." Putting a reign on the trembling in her voice, Lillie-Rose did her best to swallow her fear. What she needed was bold faced confidence as her defense. He casually glanced over his shoulder before moving to the side and leaning against a tree, the movement successfully widening the space between him and the path.
 He laughed. "Funny, but really, what are you doing out here? This isn't your property and I know for a fact you don't live on the ranch." Gesturing towards the large camera hanging around her neck he continued his questioning. "So, what are you doing on this land taking pictures? Are you spying on someone?"
 "Uhm, I know the people who own the place."
 "Really? Then why are you hiding in a patch of trees?" "I couldn't have been trying to hide too hard if you were able to find me standing out in the open at the edge of a cliff."
 "You have a lot of jokes for a tiny woman standing on her own with a strange man."

Pressing away from the tree and moving back to his first position, the width of the man's body successfully blocked Lillie-Rose's escape route again. Deciding she was making a mistake in being casual and sharp witted in her precarious position, she bent to retrieve her camera bag. Maybe it was best she left as soon as possible and as a precaution she would call for help. Remembering her cell phone was tucked inside the camera bag and out of view of the stranger, she watched from the corner of her eye for any possible attack or sudden movement from him.
 Hurriedly pushing the camera in the bag she purposely pushed the programmed button on her cell phone to dial 911. Knowing everyone in town knew where the ranch was; Lillie-Rose purposely lifted her voice and called out its name.

"You're right. I better leave. I often come up here while visiting the Gardiner Ranch and Ruby Barns Mountain. If you move away from the path I'll gladly leave. What did you say your name was, again?"

"I never said. You can go ahead and leave. Don't be afraid. You can go on past. I'm not going to do you anything, even though a woman of your size has no business being in the woods alone."

 "Don't let my skin and bone five foot no inch body fool you. I've been known to handle myself pretty well." She could hear snickering from the 911 dispatcher on the other end of the phone and knew immediately who had picked up her call, Justin Whienhiemer her childhood nemesis. The joys of living in a small town meant you pretty much knew everybody, their habits and they knew yours. She'd hated ‘the whiner' all through her school years and had even beaten him up a few times as a child. As an adult she was thrown in jail for a few hours after she broke Whienhiemer's nose in a confrontation at a local club and now the hate was mutual.
There was no love lost between the two of them. Feeling like she would be better off on her own, Lillie-Rose clicked the call off. Taking a deep breath and mentally preparing herself in case she had to do battle, she hoisted the camera bag to her shoulder and walked towards the person in front of her.
As she drew closer she felt as if she were shrinking in size, her bravado disappearing within the gigantic shadow of his presence. He was definitely a foot and a half taller and probably doubled her in weight. She measured the width of his shoulders with her eyes and shook her head to clear the negative thoughts running through her mind. If push came to shove that would be all she could do. Hopefully the shove would roll him down the hill away from her and she would be able to run to safety.

As she hurriedly walked in front and passed him, she looked back over her shoulder and had to catch her breath at his beautiful physique and the musky smell of his cologne. He was gorgeous. Walking a few more steps backwards Lillie-Rose stopped when she realized he wasn't going to follow her. Feeling safe at the distance she decided to question him.

 "So, what are you doing up here?"
"Just tryin' to see what you're doing here." He pointed to the spot where she had been. "I saw you from down below and thought you were a kid stuck on a mountain."
"And you came to be my knight on a white horse?"
"Yeah if that's what you want to call it. I prefer Prince Charming." He smiled, showing beautiful white teeth and dimples to get lost in.
Shaking the rush of emotions at the thought of how gorgeous he was from her mind she stepped backed a little. "Well, I'm far from being a kid as you can…." She paused at the sound of sirens approaching and ran past him to the spot where she had been standing on the hill. Stopping at the edge of the precipice she looked down and saw three police cars and the officers rushing out. "Oh, man. I didn't think ‘the whiner' would send anybody. I better go clear this mess up."

Turning quickly, Lillie-Rose ran smack into the solid chest of the guy and knocked him off balance. She hadn't realized he had followed her let alone was standing so close. Without thought she gave a small screech and tried in vain to grab the material of his tight t-shirt and missed.
"Wha..?" Startled by the shove she gave him, he lost his footing, slid backward on the loose soil and tumbled head over feet down the edge of the hill, stopping only when his head collided with the base of a large tree.
 "Oh my God." Scampering after him as quick as she could without losing her own balance and falling right along with him, Lillie-Rose prayed for his safety. All of her life she'd moved quickly and without thinking and caused many accidents with her impetuousness. As was usual, someone else was always the victim. When she neared his side she could see he hadn't been knocked unconscious, but he was visibly shaken and scratched up by the bramble. "I am so sorry. Don't move." She pushed him back down.
 "I'm fine. I used a little survival training I learned and just hit my shoulder. I'll be fine, maybe a little sore tomorrow."

 "I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I could swear you hit your head. Let me check." She rubbed the entire perimeter of his skull and found a small knot rising with a small amount of bleeding. "There's a small knot. You may need to go to the doctor."
 "What happened? Why'd you push me? Who did you see?"
 She pointed to the men standing at the top of the hill peering down at them.
 "The police have come."
 Wobbling a little, he pushed himself into a standing position and reached back to use the tree as support.
"Why are they here?"
"Well, when you were standing in the path I dialed 911 from my cell, but this jerk I hate was on the other line so I hung up. I'm sorry I didn't think he would put the call through. I thought I would just make it back down, get in my car and leave. Look I'll help you up and clear everything and then you can go into town and to the emergency room."
 "I'm fine." He shook her hands off his back. "Go on up, I can probably make my way up there better by myself than trying to lean on you."
 "Are you sure? I can walk behind you in case you fall."
"And then if I fell again, I'll feel bad because I smashed you on the way down. Go on up, I'll be okay. And while you're up there be sure you make it clear I'm not an abductor, rapist or anything like that. I'll be behind you as soon as I can get my breath."
 "I'll explain the entire situation. Don't be surprised if you don't see me when you get up there. I have to leave because I'm already late for work. Are you going to tell me your name? "
"There's no need."
 "Well, I'll leave my card with one of the officers so you can send your medical bill to me. The amount won't matter. I am responsible."
"Don't worry about it. Look go on up before one of them comes down." He pointed to one of the three chubby officers that were testing the ability of the soil to hold his weight. "I don't want any one of them falling on my head."

She laughed softly. Looking back at him one more time before she started her climb, Lillie-Rose silently and with a huge regret, hoped she would never see his beautiful face again.

 ~ Nathaniel Henry stood slowly. As the ringing in his ears subsided to a tinkling, he brushed the contents of his surroundings from his clothes. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache forming. He'd hit his head pretty dammed hard on the tree. So hard he'd thought his eyeballs would pop out at the pain. When he'd looked into the concerned eyes of the woman and saw she was on the verge of tears, he'd immediately lied about using some physical maneuver to save his body from more damage. Why his first instinct was to comfort her he had no idea.

Lifting his head slowly, he watched her as she struggled to climb up the small hill. Again his instinct was to rush over and help her. Maybe it was the enticing way her compact little body fit into her jeans or maybe it was the combination of the way she threw her hair over her shoulder in false confidence and the stark vulnerability that showed in her eyes. She talked a good game, but all of her movements proved differently.

Stepping away from his perch against the tree he moved to follow her, stopped quickly and let out a sudden profane filled gasp at the sharp jab of pain in his ankle. Lillie-Rose immediately turned to look at him. The concern and urge to render aid evident in her gaze.

"I'm okay. Go on. I'm coming." Purposely steeling his face from any reaction to the expected pain from his entire weight being placed on an obviously busted ankle, Nathaniel took quick steps towards her, the action bringing him within inches of where she was perched. "Do you want me to give you a push up?" he smiled and lifted the corner of his brow. "I'll do anything to help us out of here."
 Looking from her bottom to his hands that were poised in pushing position, her eyes widened. She stuttered her rejection. The idea of his hands-on her butt plainly not what she wanted. Chuckling under his breath at the speed in which she moved, he followed slowly behind.

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    Tuesday, November 26, 2013

    The faces of Tripping Prince Charming. #romance

    This may sound funny, but as an author, I never wanted a face on the characters of Tripping Prince Charming. I believed people should see them in their minds. Throughout the story, at every scene and act change I used an icon.
    Baking utensils for Carmella. the chef.
    Gardening items for Ivy the flowershop owner
    Lilly for Lillie-Rose.


    Even Pops has his castle in the sky.

     As I traveled through Facebook groups I kind of enjoyed the images authors placed on their characters. So, to appease that feeling for myself, I finally found the faces I love.
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    Monday, November 25, 2013

    Is it Love or Wishful Thinking? #romance

    What makes you believe there is a chance you will find your Prince Charming? Not the guy who goes around shoving glass shoes and fragile promises in the faces of every female he encounters, but the man with all of the attributes you desire? The girls from Tripping Prince Charming find themselves asking that very question in this scene

    "Listen, you two, if you can't change the subject I'm off the phone,"

    "Fine, but I feel sorry for you. You can't let one mistake, horrible as it was, direct your steps for the rest of your life. "

    "Carmella, I'm not having this conversation. Change it or I'm hanging up."

    "Okay, don't get all puffed up. We'll change it."

    "Besides ," Lillie-Rose, like a dog with a bone, had to gnaw a conversation until she was satisfied. "you know what's wrong with you Carmella?"

     "Nothing is wrong with me, but I know you'll tell me differently, Lillie-Rose."

    "You have your mind wrapped in the pages of a romance novel and love doesn't work like that."

     "Why not?" Carmella put down her pencil and moved to the living room to flop in a recliner. She could already tell this conversation was going to take the turn towards a therapy session. "Why can't I have a beautiful love story? Why can't I have Franklin fall in love with me the way those girls do in those books? Why can't I have one of those silly fairytales your dad used to harp on, Ivy? I used to think they were really stupid until I saw, Franklin. Why can't I believe it can happen to me?"

    "Because you are a Black girl, Carmella Candi." Lillie-Rose stated her answer with a clap of her hand between each word. "Wake up, you're dreaming. You have to work for the happily ever after. When you read those fairy tales, where was that pretty Black princess? You ever read a story where this little Black kid married a prince?"
     "At least we think she is." Ivy commented softly. She knew this was another sore point with Carmella.

    "At least you think I'm what? Ivy I know you're not gonna go there this time of night."
     In a flash the two cousins were in the middle of an argument about what makes a person Black. Same argument they'd had all of their lives. The same argument that had been going on for generations in the African-American communities and it didn't help any that Carmella's mom was Asian.
    "Hey, hey wait a minute." Lillie-Rose broke in. "Let's have that argument after I make my point. As I was saying, you're a Black girl and it doesn't work like that. We have to go and ‘get' our man." Lillie-Rose smacked her lips, the sound loud and irritating through the phone's receiver.

     "You think because I'm Black there's no guy going to come and sweep me off my feet? What does that mean? Go and get our man? Do I have to settle on being 'the baby mama' and call it my 'romance'? I'm not going to be part of some baby mama drama relationship."

    "No, girl, it's just that no sincere Black guy runs around with flowers and candy. That romance stuff is just a figment of someone's imagination. I told you all through high school about reading those idiotic romance books; they'll warp your mind. You passed up some mighty fine guys back in the day, hiding your head in those books."

     "You should've read some Lillie-Rose and you wouldn't be so cynical and hard when a man approaches you."
     "I heard enough about the idiotic romances when Ivy's dad used to read us those stories as kids. Didn't believe them then and I don't believe them now. When Prince Charming comes poking around me, he better just watch out. As for now, Ms. Carmella Candi when a man approaches me then I won't be as cynical. All that's coming at the moment are the same broke boys still spouting the same lines they used freshman year of high school. Those fools thought they were cool then when those girls allowed themselves to be caught, but they were just luckin' out 'cuz those were the years the girls were tryin' anything and anybody to be part of a crowd."
    "You see that's what I'm talking about. You're too hard."
     "I think I have a right to be. The one time I trusted a man, what did I get? And anyway we're talking about you? Just look how you ran from your heart throb, Carmella. You've been watching Franklin for the past year. Mooning and crooning over him, in my ear mind you. I thought he was ‘so romantic'."

     "I don't know about that. I mean I'm glad to know he likes me it's just disconcerting to know he went through such a devious extreme to get to know me."

     "Something someone in your novels would probably do." Ivy sighed loudly. "It's so sweet."

    "Could be the best thing ever, but now that she's in it, she can't accept it." Lillie-Rose agreed. "She just left the man standing alone in a dark parking lot. Goes to show we're really not made for that romance junk. Remember what we used to say as kids? We'll run our own love story and not sit around waiting for the big swooning rescue scene."

    "Again it just goes to prove my point. You don't have a romantic bone in your body. I think age has changed me and I can envision a love story. If things work out the way I am hoping they will, I'll be living the perfect romance."
    "What do you think about that, Ivy?"
     "I'm with Carmella, Lee. I would love a little romance. If Bernard looked at me the way Franklin looks at her I would pass out."
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    Friday, November 1, 2013

    When a Man Loves a Dream #trippingprincecharming

    Nathaniel is a man determined to hold the woman from his dreams, in his heart like a precious pearl clasped in his hand. This is a tidbit of his anguish.
    Nathaniel leaned back on the porch swing of the Gardiner home until his head was resting on the wrought iron frame and closed his eyes. The metal was as uncomfortable to his flesh as his thoughts were to his mind. Sighing deeply he searched his heart to try and figure out exactly what he need to do about Lillie-Rose. In his heart there was nothing but love for the woman. He knew without a doubt she was the one he wanted to spend the remainder of his life with. The problem was, Lillie-Rose was scared to death.

    The mere mention of the word marriage and she practically ran away mentally and physically. Not that he blamed her. After living through a violent and abusive marriage at a young age, and an equally violent childhood, he could understand her running in terror. Though he was doing his best to court her slowly with small gifts, attending quiet dinners in her huge hideout of a home, sometimes engaging in extremely sensual make-out sessions, full blown overnight lovemaking and patiently listening to her voiced fears, he was afraid to initiate a conversation that could possibly take their relationship to the final level or kill it where it stood. Sighing again, he leaned forward. Legs apart, hands hanging and swinging mildly between his knees. The well manicured fingers nearly touching the porch's marble flooring. After six months he no longer wanted to be the hidden silent boyfriend. He wanted to place a ring on her finger and be considered a public fiancé.
     "You're looking pretty darned miserable there, Son."
    Nathaniel startled at the sound of Michael Gardiner's voice. He hadn't noticed the man come out on the porch and take position on the recliner, a part of the wrap around porch's outdoor furnishings.

    Michael Gardiner took a sip from the coffee cup he held in his hand, silently staring at the younger man. "So, what's going on, Son?" Nathaniel cleared his throat before answering. Pop Gardiner had always been like a second father to him and out of habit he wanted to rush in and confess his feelings and spout his doubts about his relationship to Lillie-Rose, but as a man sworn to secrecy, he held his tongue. "So, what's up boy? Cat got your tongue? Or should I say, ‘Leelee got your tongue?"

    Nathaniel's head jerked up in surprise. His eyes encountered the laughing gaze of the older man and he smiled sheepishly. "How do you know?"
     "I know everything when it comes to the people I consider ‘family'."
     "Oh yeah? Did you know Lille-Rose hates being called by that name?"
    "Yeah I know, but it was her nickname as a child. All it took was a sadistic bastard of a husband, and a no good father to steal every facet of her being. She feels if she changes her name she changes the past. I refuse to let her give up on the person she is. I think only a good man can do that for her. You are that man."

     "Really, now how do you even know she sees me that way?" Pops' hearty laughter filled the air, the chuckle turning into a strangling cough. Jumping up to thump the man on the back, Nathaniel had to laugh along with him.

     "Son," Pops cleared his throat. "Only the unobservant wouldn't know about the two of you. You disappear every night, can't concentrate on your duties around here and you switch between euphoria and grief at the twitch of an eye. That is the serious sign of a man in love with a woman and you should do something about it. "
     "I assure you Sir, I will." Nathaniel stood to leave. "And this time, make sure you don't make her cry during the process."

     "Oh no Sir, I won't have her crying ever again if I can help it."
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    Wednesday, October 30, 2013

    She calls Tripping Prince Charming, A Modern Fairytale #romance

    What is your opinion of book reviews?
    Honestly,  to me they are the epitome of giving candy to a child...I love candy.

    Check out my newest piece from an avid reader.

    I enjoyed this book with the 3 interwoven love stories. My favorite character, Lillie-Rose, reminded me of many women I know and she felt like a truly believable person.

    I found  myself rooting for the guys more than the girls and was very surprised by some of the honest dialogue that the male characters had.
     It was refreshing and gave me hope. The historical aspects placed strategically throughout the book were informative as well as entertaining. All in all Tripping Prince Charming was a great read. I always enjoy a grown-up and modern fairy tale. Ey Wade, I look forward to more titles from you in the future and will be going back to read your other works as well. Thank you for sharing your characters with the world!Yes,I love candy
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    You Need a Little Love in Your Life #romance #trippingprincecharming

    How do you handle it when your best friend thinks she knows exactly what you need in life?
    Often, and without our knowledge, friends see our love life and relationships as a playing field that they control. Ivy gets a kick out of pretending she's the world's best matchmaker.
    Every time she looked in Lillie-Rose's direction, Ivy smiled. She couldn't wait for her cynical friend to meet Nathaniel.
    Within the few weeks she'd come to know him, she knew he was the guy for Lillie-Rose. They had the same critical sense of humor, but that was where the similarity disappeared, Where Lillie-Rose pretended to be tough, Nathaniel was the epitome of the protective dependable male. Just what Lillie-Rose needed, a prince who would stand by her side and be the husband she'd always secretly wanted? Lillie-Rose walked around the flower shop tinkering with the small items on the shelves. The frequent sideways glance she was receiving from her friend was making her a little nervous. "What are you smiling about Ivy? Each time I've looked up, you're looking at me and smiling. Is it Bernard? Are you so in love you can't see anything but rainbows and butterflies? The love bug has surely eaten a hunk out of you."

    Ivy laughed. "I guess you could say that. It's funny, but I see the potential for love all around."

    "I'm sure you do. From the gushy phone calls I was getting from you and Carmella, you both seem to have cornered the market while I was away these past three weeks."
     "If you only knew the half of it, you would want to be a part of the love fest." Lillie-Rose chuckled nervously. The gleam in her friend's eyes that she had mistakenly labeled love, now shone for what it really was the freakin', painfully conniving glare of the match maker. "I'll learn it from watching the two of you. Not everyone in life needs to experience love, Ivy."

     "Ah, but Lee you'll miss so much." Trying to ignore her friend's look of enthusiasm, Lillie-Rose focused her vision on what was in her hand and almost choked. She hurriedly replaced the small statue of a couple kissing, onto the shelf before moving away to sit on the edge of the desk. "Looks like you're up to something, Ivy and I don't like it." Pointing her finger in her friend's direction, she squint her left eye. "If you're about to pull one of your famous match-making fails, stop right now."

    "Come-on Lee, just think..."

    Lillie-Rose immediately shut her mind to what her friend was saying. The last thing she wanted to be was ‘fixed up' with another one of Ivy's date rejects. Especially when her every free, thinking space of her mind was filled with the image of a beautiful knight standing under a tree.

     For three weeks she'd prepared files, succeeded in balancing accounts for clients, all of the time chewing her nails in anticipation for her return home so she could finally question Ivy about the beautiful man on the mountain. If anyone would know anything it would be Ivy. Just the thought made her smile, her fantasy interrupted by the sudden squealing peal of Ivy's voice.

     "What? What happened?"
     "Oh Lee, you don't know how happy this makes me. You won't regret it."
     I'm regretting it already and I don't even know what I've done."

     "You agreed to meet a friend of mine. He should be…."

    "No, I didn't." Lillie-Rose's quick denial was brushed aside by Ivy's infectious giggle.

    Yes, you did. I was telling you about him and you were smiling and nodding…"

    "No, stop. We're not going through that kind of thing again."

    "Wait, before we get into the conversation, I have to run to the back. It won't take me a minute. You think you can watch the shop until I get back?"

    "Not a problem."

    "There might be, Branson and the stupid brothers will be here to drop off a delivery. Try to get them to bring the load to the greenhouse. I've been having a lot of issues with my thick headed brothers, but I know you can make Branson see the way."
     "Will do." Lillie-Rose agreed happily, she'd do anything to get her friend out of the room and off the subject of a possible blind date. "I'll just sit behind the desk and rest, but don't take too long. I came here straight from the airport because I have something I wanted to ask you."

     "Okay, I just have to grab a couple of things."she hurriedly left the room. From the vantage point she'd had on the opposite side of the flower shop, she was privy to the view directly outside the building's windows. The sight of Nathaniel parking his truck was the catalyst she needed to get her little plan on the roll. :-a
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    She calls Tripping Prince Charming, A Modern Fairytale #romance

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    Honestly,  to me they are the epitome of giving candy to a child...I love candy.

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    I enjoyed this book with the 3 interwoven love stories. My favorite character, Lillie-Rose, reminded me of many women I know and she felt like a truly believable person.

    I found  myself rooting for the guys more than the girls and was very surprised by some of the honest dialogue that the male characters had.
     It was refreshing and gave me hope. The historical aspects placed strategically throughout the book were informative as well as entertaining. All in all Tripping Prince Charming was a great read. I always enjoy a grown-up and modern fairy tale. Ey Wade, I look forward to more titles from you in the future and will be going back to read your other works as well. Thank you for sharing your characters with the world!Yes,I love candy
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    Friday, October 4, 2013

    Release Day-Tripping Prince Charming

    Thank you so much for visiting the site on the premier of Tripping Prince Charming.
    Tripping Prince Charming is all about romance and the excitement of falling in love ... when the women aren't trying to run the hunt. 1~No baby mama drama, no drugs, and no bang bang shoot'em up. Just boy meets girl, good old sexual tension, and sweet romance like the great American love story should be told. 2~ No, this is no ordinary tale. Written in acts and scenes, each scene is written with a particular girl in mind and they may crossover and join one another. The main characters have their special avatars and each couple has a theme/favorite song. Watch for the signs and the road will be easy to travel. TRIPPING PRINCE CHARMING. <- get your copy. Three strong, independent women with no time for romance or girlish notions of knights in shining armor, meet their match in three lovestruck men determined to make them believe in Prince Charming and happily ever after.
    So, kick off those glass slippers, grab your copy and enjoy yourself. Stay tuned for prizes and giveaways.
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    Monday, September 30, 2013

    Drinking Coffee Makes You Black

    Nathaniel smiled softly as he watched Lillie-Rose cuddling up to Ms. Rose Esther, Ms. Rose E as she preferred to be called. The two sat on a rose patterned loveseat flicking through photo albums and sharing history. Lillie-Rose with one arm draped around the older woman's shoulders was obviously whispering words of comfort, every once in a while using the tissue in her hand to wipe the tears sliding down the old woman's chunky cheeks. It saddened him a little to realize the old lady barely recognized him from the few trips he had made to do errands around her little house. They'd spent many hours talking about Lillie-Rose and she was one of the main people to influence his feelings for the girl. Blowing air hard to untangle some of the stale mixture of the mothball/rose potpourri odor from the hairs of his nostrils, he lifted the steaming cup of coffee to his lips, the action causing him to chuckle with the remembrance of Rose Esther's remark when she put the cup in front of him. "Drink this slow, boy. Coffee makes you black and I don't want you to die from the culture shock." Her loud burst of laughter was the tickle to his funny bone and he laughed along with her. "Too late Ms. Rose E, I was born Black." "Sure you were boy. You just have way more cream in your coffee than either of us." She grabbed Lillie Rose by the hand. ‘This girl here didn't take any of the color from her lovely Momma. Just the hair and the beauty, thank God she took her giving sweet nature from her momma. You'll be doing yourself the best favor in life if you marry this girl, Son." Ms. Rose pointed her tubby finger in his direction. "Let her go and you'll be a fool regrettin' your existence for the rest of your life. If she had turned into anything like that evil, ‘scuse my French, bastard like her dad, I would've drowned her in the bathtub. You ‘member I used to keep you as a baby Lillie-Rose?" She caressed her hands down both sides of Lillie-Rose's cheeks. "She named you after me, you know. I used to talk to you in her belly. Calling you my lil rose. I used kept your mom too when she was little and when that charcoal fool came around sniffing at her like she was the last piece os sweet bread, I wanted to cut his tiny over cooked little weiner off." Her abrupt burst of laughter invited them to join in. "Y'all can laugh, but he was just color struck. Wanted him a high yella gal with pretty hair so he good parade her around like a trophy or somethin'. And when he got her, what did he do? Smack her around damned near to death. I used to be so glad when you would sleep over with that sweet Ivy and her cousin. Real nice family. They helped your mom out a lot, but that's another story. I wanna get this talk about that mess with all those White people over with. To me, that riot was one of the worst things to happen in Beaumont. I was about eight or nine. Horrible, horrible days. My ma was never the same. She was scared all of the time. Wouldn't let us girls outta the house for nuthin'. She wouldn't even go out to hang laundry. Heard tell a couple little girls came up missing, I don't know if thats true though. But I do know them people burned down some mighty fine houses and stores. Black people worked hard for that stuff. Weren't easy for us to get ahead and some people had done real good and they lost a lot. Daddy hid for a few days in the attack and Ma had to tell the men who came to the door that he was gone. They spit in her face and shot our dogs. My oldest brother was twelve years old and he was never right in the head after they attacked him when he went to save a puppy. Forever after, all he wanted to do was kill him some people. My parents finally sent him to Louisiana to live with my Momo. I missed him a lot. Eventually, he went in her woods and killed himself." Sighing deeply, Rose-Esther stopped talking for a moment. "Let's talk about something different. I'm really glad you're doing this book for me, Sweetie." Patting Lillie-Rose on the back of her hand, she smiled. "In my old age I can barely remember my present let alone the past. My past I would like to forget. That's the same thing I want for you in life Lillie-Rose Esther." She called the younger woman by her full name, a sure sign she was getting tired and slipping into her memories. Pulling Lillie-Rose close to her chest she whispered in her ears. "I want you to give this man a chance, girl. I've talked to him many times and I can tell he loves you to the bone. You've made one mistake in life, don't act a fool and let him get away. It would be your biggest mistake."
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    Thursday, August 8, 2013

    Something is in the Air~ Tripping Prince Charming

    Ivy held back a little.
    “What’s so important I don’t have time to speak to my own parent’s but you could? I thought something serious had happened. You never call out for lunch. You scared me.”
    “You should have gotten here sooner.” Lillie-Rose pulled her friend a little further, releasing her arm when they were nearer the bridge to their favorite spot, Dreamtree.
    “Sooner?” Ivy screeched in indignation. “I dropped everything when you called and rushed out here. Scared something had happened to you or my parents.”
    “Sorry about that.” Lillie-Rose stopped in the middle of the bridge, pulled a petal from one of the many buckets of Daisies, dropped it into the pond and moved to the other side of the bridge. As she followed the petals journey through the flow of water she apologized to Ivy. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, but you are a little dramatic.” She looked over her shoulder as her friend joined her in their ritual.
    “You know you only tossed in one petal, Lillie-Rose.” Ever observant, Ivy stood with her hands on her hips and a small smile on her lips.
    “You’re delusional, Ivy.” Lillie-Rose laughed. “The other one is coming. See, it’s just slow. You must….”
    “No,” Ivy cut off the rest of her sentence. “That one is mine. You know we always through in two. Love me, love me not. Got something to tell us?”
    “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
    Lillie-Rose skipped off the bridge with Ivy quickly following behind. Immediately age was forgotten as they laughed and giggled down the path and through the professionally designed and landscaped fairy filled fantasy forest. The purposely left tall ferns and plots of wildflowers brushed their legs, leaving pollen stains in their wake. They played hide and seek and tag among the life sized, colorful statues of animals and varied positioned winged people. Their cold marble flesh providing them the perfect hiding places from each other and the bees trying to stay out of their way.
    Running through a flutter of butterflies and batting away the tickle the soft wings caused across their cheeks, they stopped short at the sight of Carmella lying on the huge wrought iron bench. That smile on her face, a sure sign of having lovely thoughts. The outright giggle, a definite affirmative the woman was in a good mood.
    ~
    "What's so funny Carmella?"
    Lillie-Rose poked Carmella's shoulder with her pointer finger.
    "Not a thing." Carmella sat up in surprise and looked into the eyes of her friends. She hadn't heard them approaching.
    "She’s probably thinking about Franklin, who else?"
     Ivy flopped down in the middle of the flowers at the base of the tree house and began weeding. Lillie-Rose studied the bemused smile on Carmella's face and the twinkle in her eyes before sitting on the heavy iron bench next to her.
    "Yup Ivy, by the look in her eyes, I think you're right. Got something you want to share, Carmella?"
    Carmella stood, straightened her clothes before removing her sandals and stepping on to the low retaining wall surrounding the statue of the fallen prince. Slowly, walking with her arms spread wide she tried to keep her balance as she moved from the toes of the prince to his chest. Swinging her right leg over to straddle it, she sat on his stomach before answering.
    "Don't worry about me Lillie-Rose we're here because of you. What's on your mind?"
    "That's what I'm wondering." Ivy moved closer to her friends, dropped to the ground and immediately dug her fingers into the soil. "It's not like she ever wants to hang with us anymore. Rarely calls, never comes out to play." She laughed.
    Shifting her position to lay on the bench, the coolness of the metal seeping through the thin material of her blouse and making her shiver slightly. Lillie Rose watched her friends giggling and slapping at each other like little kids unable to hold the secret they have on one another. She wiggled her fingers in Ivy’s direction before closing her eyes.
    "Maybe it's because you always want to play in the dirt, little Miss Ivy Gardiner."
    "Ha, maybe it’s because you have a new playmate and you don't have any time for us."
    "Ha, or maybe it’s because you have a new playmate that plays different kinds of games.”
    Ivy and Carmella scoffed and laughed loudly before stating their own opinions between giggles.
     “And they aren’t the kind of games you can play with us."
    Reaching down to grab a handful of four leaf clovers, Lillie-Rose threw them in her friends’ direction the gentle breeze swirling and floating the petals over and releasing them on their heads, Ivy and Carmella laughed delightedly.
    "You aren't funny. Besides," Lillie-Rose closed her eyes again. "I was just with you in Beaumont.'
    "You noticed she didn't deny having a new playmate."
    "Oh, I noticed alright."
    Lillie-Rose opened one eye at Ivy's tone. The other woman smiled smugly, the hint of the knowledge of a secret, evident in her tones.
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    Wednesday, July 31, 2013

    Announcing Tripping Prince Charming's First Review

    This is marvelous, Tripping Prince Charming hasn't been released yet and it already has it's first review. Really helps to know it has potential for great things. Set for its official appearance August 8th by publisher, Inknbeans Press
    Tripping Prince Charming Author: Ey Wade This story is about three best friends Ivy Gardiner, Carmella Candy and Lillie-Rose McIntyre, they grew up in the same town and have always wanted to find their Prince Charming, through the bumps on their relationships they run across three guys that are potential candidates, Bernard Wilson, Franklin Henderson and Nathaniel Henry have their lives turned upside down trying to convince the ladies that they are the Princes they have always dreamed of.

     This was a story with a fairy tale ending, I loved the way the author brought the three couples together, having them take their time getting to know each others heart before rushing into a physical relationship, each character was written to have respect and patients for each others feelings. I give the book 4 stars. -

     What are your feelings/opinions about reviews? How do you handle bad reviews?
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    Monday, July 22, 2013

    Once Upon a Time Three Little Girls Thought They Could Trip Prince Charming

    Here's your chance to get an inside look at the lives of the characters. Acts and Scenes to wake your appetite.
    Content Page
    Small vignettes (pictures) are used to denote the main character of each scene.
      Pop Gardiner (a fixture throughout the story)
    Interlude: STAY -Scenes of a Breakup
    Act 1-Love Me, Love Me Not
    Scene 1--  Ivy Gardiner-Thorn in My Pocket
    Scene 2  Carmella Candy- The Cooking Class
    Scene 3-  Lillie-Rose McIntyre-In All the Right Places
    Act 2: If Only In My Dreams
    Act 3: Matchmaker, Matchmaker
    Act 4: Tripping the Prince
    Act 5: Love is in the Air
    Act 6: Dragons, Trolls and all Those Distractions
    Scene 1: Lillie-Rose
    Scene 2: Ivy
    Scene 3:Carmella
    Scene 4:The Pea
    Scene 5: Road Trip
    Scene 6: Plans and More Plans
    Act 7: On Ruby Mountain
    Act 8: Dancing in Glass Slippers
    Act 9: Ever After


    Musical Selections:
    INTERLUDE--Stay by Rihanna
    IVY GARDINER & BERNARD WILSON
    I Won't Give Up  by Jason Mraz  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdN5GyTl8K0

    CARMELLA CANDI &FRANKLIN HENDERSON
    I Love You by 2NE1  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUrUPzLm5SI     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Kp1LZCeeV8  (English translation)
    Locked Out of Heaven Bruno Mars  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-fA-gBCkj0  ~
    Lillie-Rose McIntyre & Nathaniel Henry
    Rhianna: Like a Diamond    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lz4MQ-iGJzM  Justin Bieber: As Long as You Love Me  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4em3LKQCAQ


    Before you leave, please take some time to do this…

    Write down a couple of quick notes for:


  • Ways this post or blog held or lost your attention.
  • Is there a way I can enchance it visually?
  • Did you find any interest in the featured book?
  • What social network would be best for you to share this information?

  • I'd love it if you told me your answers in the comments below so I can know how to serve my readers.
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    Wednesday, July 10, 2013

    When the Characters Run Their World-Tripping Prince Charming

    How did I come up with this story of making a man work for his love's interest? Well, in the very beginning I was writing this tale as a series of three books, for submission to a Christian publishing company. This was one of their requirements. Along with this, there had to be a bit of history and no elements or real appearance of any, what so ever, sexual overtones. I found this extremely hard to accomplish because in the real world, there will be a little physical contact.
    So, I started writing the three separate stories at the same time.
    The Cooking Class
    Thorn in Her Pocket
    In All the Right Places
    Before I was half way through the stories the characters decided a change was needed and the three books became one with a lot of connections from one book weaving with the others, still this didn't make the girls happy.
    By this time, I had worked on the book for nearly a year and written the last chapter of the book with enthusiasm, so sure
    I knew where the story would end. What a joke that turned out to be, rhe characters didn't like the names
    I'd given them, didn't like the way their stories were going, the recalcitrant women refused to get married and worst of all, they hated the format of the book. In frustration,
    I put the manuscript away and began a different book, the angst to finish
    Tripping
    Prince Charming constantly on my mind.

    One night as I was driving down the interstate, Rhianna's song 'Stay' came on the radio and all of the scenes of the Interlude, popped in my head.
    Thing was, how do you write a scene break, concerning three different couokes, into the middle of three different books and have it make sense? You don't.
    You follow the characters, rearrange the book yet again, add sone scenes and acts and viola, you end up with the tale of Tripping
    Prince Charming .
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