(ALL MY ILLUSTRATIONS ARE BY)…
(MS. NIKKI WHITE)
ONE OF HER FAVORITE MOTTOS…
Untold Wants Of Life and Land NE’ER GRANT…NOW Voyager Sail THOU FORTH To SEEK and FIND. (WALT WHITMAN)
“The Mass Of Men Of Men; Live Lives Of Quiet Desperation.” THOREAU
WHO IS JZAVORIS LUCIANO…
Ms. Jzavoris Luciano was born in 1963, part of the “greatest generation” of baby boomers. Having traveled around the world, beginning at age five; her world view was shaped from 1968 until the present day. At the tender age of 5yrs old; the writer was living in Germany; with her parents, and younger sister. Her father was stationed in Frankfurt (The General’s Assistant). August of that, same, year is when Russia invaded the Czech Republic. It doesn’t get more realistic…than that! This one experience, at such a young age, would propel Ms. Luciano to see the world from the lenses of reality and conviction. Readers will find this evident in her writing prose. As a novelist, her favorite genres are Military Romance and Southern Suspense Noir. In addition, as a Gulf War veteran, it’s clear that she witnesses many an adventure, and unsurpassed decadence. Those experiences have made the +50-year old Glamma and veteran one of the most unique writers of nuance and old-world clichés. The literary world needs to keep a withering eye upon the horizon for this determined, and possible bestselling author of Romance and Suspense Noir. Look for great, engaging, and compelling literary works from Ms. Luciano; in the future!
AUTHOR’S BODY OF WORKS FOR MAY…
FINALLY A RELEASE DATE OF MAY 2019
THE PASSAGE FROM DECADENCE –
*A First Edition Collection*
SFC STELLA-ANN ANN KELLY SURVIVED THE NINEVEH PROVINCE IN THE MIDDLE EASTERN THEATRE, LITERALLY UNSCATHED. However, MR. BART’S CALIFORNIA KING BED…MADE THOSE HAIRS ON THE BACK OF HER NECK … STAND AT FULL ATTENTION! YET, HIS EFFORT TO OWN AND POSSESS BOTH HER LOVE & BODY FELL A BIT SHORT. STELLA RESISTED WITH ALL THAT WAS IN HER. BEING THE WEALTHY MONGREL, AND POWERHOUSE NEGOTIATOR…THAT MR. BART WAS KNOWN TO BE… HE UPPED THE ANTE! ONE DAY…DEAD OUT OF BLUE… THE GENTLEMAN CLASPED A SEVENTY THOUSAND DOLLAR “HARRY WINSTON SAPPHIRE AND DIAMOND COLLAR”, HAND-CRAFTED JUST FOR HIS STELLA-ANN—AROUND HER BEAUTIFUL NECK. HIS EROTICALLY PRIMITIVE GESTURE VEXED THE OBJECT OF HIS OBSESSION AND DESIRE, TO NO END! SHE KNEW, INSTINCTIVELY, WHAT THE COLLAR MEANT. WOULD SHE…OR WOULDN’T SHE SUBMITS INTO THAT EROTICALLY SUBMISSIVE GOOD NIGHT?
FROM MY MOTHER’S BOMBSHELL BOOK LAUNCH…
*UNINTENDED NEEDFUL THINGS*
*UNINTENDED NEEDFUL THINGS*
The Unmasking Of Untold Wants
A Three-Part Military Romance Novella Noire’
*UNINTENDED NEEDFUL THINGS*
The Unmasking Of Untold Wants…
Sometimes—When You Live Your Life In and Around That World, Of Covert Intrigue, Those Pesky DIAMOND GPS TRACKING DOTS Seem To Go Off…At The Most Unpredictable and Unexpected Moments! Guess Who Just Came Up Out Of The “BLACK OPS HOLE?
And The Only Person, In The Whole Of The World He Wants To See First…Is His Lady Elle!
No…Is Not An Option. He Will Not Stop Until She Is In His Arms, Again. If That Means Snatching Her From The Clutches Of Mr. Senior VP…Then Goddammit…So Be It! But, If He Thought That Woman Would Drop That Hunk Of Burning Love…Just Because He Would Command Her Too…
TOO HELL YOU SAY!!!!
*UNINTENDED NEEDFUL THINGS*
**Unmasking of Untold Wants**
ELLE WAS IN NO WAY PREPARED FOR THE COLONEL’S SURPRISED OFFENSIVE. HE PULLED A PRIMAL CARNAGE ALL NIGHTER; WITH HER THE LIKES OF “SEAL TEAM SIX”— OF WHOM SHE FELT RIGHT FLANKED HER MORE MODEST VIRTUES…AND SECURED THEM AWAY! AT THE OFFICER’S BEHESS, OF COURSE. “YOU GONNA BE ALRIGHT SUGA?” THE OFFICER INQUIRED COYLY…AND WITH A SLIGHT CHUCKLE! LADY ELLE COULD NOT ANSWER HIM…SHE ONLY WHIMPERED… “YEAHHH.” THE GENTLEMAN GAVE HER HAND AND WRIST A TIGHT SQUEEZE, BEFORE EXITING THE ROOM. “SO SUGA… WHO’S YOUR DADDY NOW?” THAT YOUNG YANKEE VP IS GONNA LEARN YET…JUST WHO THE HELL HE’S DEALING WITH…
MIC DROP Y’ALL…THAT BOY WAS BOTH HURT & PISSED…BUT HE LOVED HIMSELF SOME DAMN ELLE! THE THEN, LIGHT, COLONEL WAS NOT ABOUT TO GIVE HER UP. HIS END STATE WOULD BE A ZERO SUM GAME!”
SPECIAL WORDS ABOUT THE NOVELLA NOIR’
Updated Release Date: Coming June 2019…
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FEATURED AUTHOR FOR MAY – BLURB/EXCERPT
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Valkyrie Darkness Awaits
Mark McQuillen & Mara Reitsma
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The latest from Valkyrie 1 the Novel… 😛
It was after nightfall when Malice arrived in what remained of the Goblin camp. Everything around her had been incinerated. The few that survived the calamity were huddled together in the caves, shaking in terror at her very presence. The only one that stood as she approached was their war leader, Zander.
Such a vile little scum-bag, he made Malice’s stomach turn just from looking at him. According to their masters, she and the pathetic excuse for a soldier were considered equals, but there was no way she could ever compare herself to such as slimy, insignificant little mongrel like Zander. The things he did when no one was watching, the feel-goods he got when he…
Malice shook the nasty thoughts from her mind, disgusted at the bastard’s parlor tricks. The masters care not about his actions, only that he acquired results. Looks like he failed this time, which put Malice higher on their useful list than Zander. Soon enough though, she wouldn’t have to worry about Zander, his hordes, or her stupid rank on the list. All she wanted, was Marena.
“Tell me again, Zander, what happened to your forces?” She laughed and shook her head.
Their masters were not going to be pleased that their new golden child had fucked up, royally. She was thrilled to revel in his demise, but she couldn’t afford to let the troops she it. She was cold. She was fierce. She could pick them off one by one and use their bones to clean her teeth; either way, they needed to fear her, in order to follow her.
“As I said before, Dread Mistress, we were regrouping for the next attack, as the master’s commanded…” His eyes grew wide and he began to shake. “… when that Dragon called us all to arms, then took the air. We thought we were heading for battle, but she turned, reigning fire down on the lot of us.” He paused a moment to collect himself and Malice used the moment to mock him some more.
“Yet here you are, unscathed and blubbering before me, while your men lay lifeless in the fields with no one to collect their souls.” She glared at him with a spark of hatred in her eyes, but only he could see it.
Putrid, sniveling little weasel would get what was coming to him; and when it did, she would pay him back in full for every nasty little hand he’d lain on her. The time of Zander was almost at an end and her punishment would be over. She had only wait to hear what the masters would say and then poof, that wretched bastard would be hers to toy with.
“So, out with it! Why are they dead, while you still draw breath?” She stood before him and crossed her arms over her chest. “Or, should we wake one of them, find out what really happened?”
“There is no need for that.” He shook his head and clasped his hands behind his back. “The only reason I survived, is because I was down by the river filling my canteen.”
“More like you were filling one of the hostages.” She growled at him, his disgusting nature written all over his face. “Your little fetish will get you into trouble.”
“I got you, didn’t I?” He sneered at her and moments later felt the sting as the back of spiked gloves impacted with his jaw.
“I would be careful choosing your words, for you are far too deep to dig yourself out already.”
“I’ve risen in rank before.” He shot back, his slimy green skin, sweating profusely. “I just have to wait for you to fuck up again. It’s only a matter of time before the masters see you for who you really are…” His words died mid-sentence as that glove found its mark once more. “Fuck!” He growled.
“Never again!” She hissed at him and with a swift kick, took out his left knee and sent him tumbling to the ground.
“Says the shit-stain who lost a Dragon and his troops.”
“At least I didn’t disobey orders and tamper with the mind of a fucking Elf, and not just any Elf, but one of royal blood.” He spat back at her, clenching his knee with both hands.
“Oh, I had orders, they just didn’t come from Pathan.” Malice laughed at him, her own voice warping as her anger grew.
“Marwolaeth!” Zander growled as he glared back at Malice, her eyes a shade of blue he’d not seen in some time. “They let you…”
“Are you happy to see us?” Malice’s lips moved, but it was the Host inside her who spoke.
“You were to be confined.” Zander bore the look of confusion well. “Your actions condemned.”
“No thanks to you!” A thousand voices circled him, all of them spewing with hatred and disgust. “But, we have been given a second chance to prove our love, and you will not stand in our way!” They added and Malice raised her hand and placed in on Zander’s forehead. “Tell us, what truly happened to your men?”
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