What's Next
Coming in 2010....
Chasing Love
Crowded girl bars, shady chat rooms, lesbian parties, women’s soccer. You name it and Adrian
Edwards has been there done that, prowling like the fiercest of hunters, focused on a perpetual search for
that ever elusive four letter word called ‘love.’ From woman to woman she goes, relentless in her pursuit.
Tamara, her best friend since high school, is always there to lend an ear or to roll her eyes as Adrian once
again casts aside another woman, ticking off all the things that were ‘wrong’ about her. So used to the
game, Tamara teases her with gifts for the ‘hunt’ like safari hats, compasses and old fashioned looking
glasses. Only the safari hats never fit, the compasses don’t work and the looking glasses are blurry.
Searching as if truly blindfolded, Adrian continues on her quest, going from a young, troubled go-go
dancer, to an obsessive mail carrier, to a tweaked out tomboy, to a lusciously aggressive accountant with
way more than numbers on her mind.
Until one day there’s…no one. Suddenly, Adrian has to learn to be with the person she’s been resisting
all along. Herself. It is while on this inner journey that a special someone bumps into her and truly shakes up
her world for good, proving once and for all that love is never elusive… as long as you love yourself.
....a heartfelt journey, one full of humor, sex, startling frankness, gripping reality and hard learned life lessons.
Coming in 2011....
Conquest
She has no name. Not one she wants you to know. She moves in the darkness, slinks to the midnight
throb of her surroundings. Her short hair is white in the black light, her eyes the mysterious golds of a cat.
She moves, searching, weaving between sweat soaked bodies. What she seeks is simple. What she
needs, complicated. Her eyes flash and then focus.
Woman. She has one a night. Sometimes two. And gives them what no one else can or will. The ability to
scream, to beg, to cry. To come.
Mary Brunelle looks at the business card and then back at the all the black building. One word sizzles in
neon and stares at her in ink on the card in her hand. Conquest. Once inside, she searches for her
colleagues but sees no one she recognizes. Dark bodies seem to melt into the walls, the whites of their
eyes showing briefly as she walks slowly by. Industrial music thumps from hidden speakers and punches
like a fist inside her chest. She’s nervous, growing uneasy. Two bodies are suddenly flanking her sides.
Men—women—she can’t tell. She expects them to speak but their mouths only move once they are against
her skin. She tenses, hot lips and slick tongues devouring her bare shoulders. She voices a soft no and
turns to leave. But suddenly there is a strong voice on a foreign tongue.
“Nine.”
The bodies vanish. A figure steps out of the darkness, her bleached hair short, her eyes like a wolf. She
licks her lips and then smiles wickedly as she whispers in her ear.
“Come.”
Coming in 2010....
Chasing Love
Crowded girl bars, shady chat rooms, lesbian parties, women’s soccer. You name it and Adrian
Edwards has been there done that, prowling like the fiercest of hunters, focused on a perpetual search for
that ever elusive four letter word called ‘love.’ From woman to woman she goes, relentless in her pursuit.
Tamara, her best friend since high school, is always there to lend an ear or to roll her eyes as Adrian once
again casts aside another woman, ticking off all the things that were ‘wrong’ about her. So used to the
game, Tamara teases her with gifts for the ‘hunt’ like safari hats, compasses and old fashioned looking
glasses. Only the safari hats never fit, the compasses don’t work and the looking glasses are blurry.
Searching as if truly blindfolded, Adrian continues on her quest, going from a young, troubled go-go
dancer, to an obsessive mail carrier, to a tweaked out tomboy, to a lusciously aggressive accountant with
way more than numbers on her mind.
Until one day there’s…no one. Suddenly, Adrian has to learn to be with the person she’s been resisting
all along. Herself. It is while on this inner journey that a special someone bumps into her and truly shakes up
her world for good, proving once and for all that love is never elusive… as long as you love yourself.
....a heartfelt journey, one full of humor, sex, startling frankness, gripping reality and hard learned life lessons.
Coming in 2011....
Conquest
She has no name. Not one she wants you to know. She moves in the darkness, slinks to the midnight
throb of her surroundings. Her short hair is white in the black light, her eyes the mysterious golds of a cat.
She moves, searching, weaving between sweat soaked bodies. What she seeks is simple. What she
needs, complicated. Her eyes flash and then focus.
Woman. She has one a night. Sometimes two. And gives them what no one else can or will. The ability to
scream, to beg, to cry. To come.
Mary Brunelle looks at the business card and then back at the all the black building. One word sizzles in
neon and stares at her in ink on the card in her hand. Conquest. Once inside, she searches for her
colleagues but sees no one she recognizes. Dark bodies seem to melt into the walls, the whites of their
eyes showing briefly as she walks slowly by. Industrial music thumps from hidden speakers and punches
like a fist inside her chest. She’s nervous, growing uneasy. Two bodies are suddenly flanking her sides.
Men—women—she can’t tell. She expects them to speak but their mouths only move once they are against
her skin. She tenses, hot lips and slick tongues devouring her bare shoulders. She voices a soft no and
turns to leave. But suddenly there is a strong voice on a foreign tongue.
“Nine.”
The bodies vanish. A figure steps out of the darkness, her bleached hair short, her eyes like a wolf. She
licks her lips and then smiles wickedly as she whispers in her ear.
“Come.”
Appearances and Contact
At this time Ronica does not have any scheduled
appearances. However she can be reached by
email and is always grateful to hear from those
who read her work.
If you have a book you would like signed please
contact Ronica via email.
She's also more than willing to answer any
questions regarding writing. She offers a
laywoman's view of the process.
ronicablack@gmail.com
At this time Ronica does not have any scheduled
appearances. However she can be reached by
email and is always grateful to hear from those
who read her work.
If you have a book you would like signed please
contact Ronica via email.
She's also more than willing to answer any
questions regarding writing. She offers a
laywoman's view of the process.
ronicablack@gmail.com
Forthcoming
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FBI profiler Kennedy Scott battles ghosts from her past, deadly obsession, and the evil that haunts her. The
Seeker.
Famed Hollywood actress Veronica Ryan arrives at a red carpet event with her wife Shawn. They are the world's
most famous gay couple—beautiful, wealthy, and by all appearances, the happiest couple in the world. But things
aren't always as they appear. And someone is out to dampen the parade. A shot rings out and Veronica finds
herself tackled to the ground by security, her wife lying next to her in a pool of blood.
Kennedy Scott used to be the best behavioral profiler the FBI had, but she is haunted by a string of child murders
no one can solve. A single quote—Seek and ye shall find—was all she had to go on. The case has eaten her alive,
and after her own family is threatened by an armed intruder, Kennedy retreats to be with them. But one phone
call brings her back into the game. Veronica Ryan needs her help and the path may lead to the one who haunts
her. The Seeker.
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