Breaking the Mold – Time For Authors to Write Multi Genre Manuscripts – AUTHOR: J. Z. LUCIANO'S

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Authors Who Write Romance Books With Multi Genres

Breaking the Mold: Authors Venturing Beyond Typical Romantic Suspense Novels

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📚🖋In today’s literary landscape, a new wave of authors is daring to break free from the confines of traditional romantic suspense novels. These trailblazers are exploring multi-genre storytelling, creating powerful taglines, and crafting fluid storylines that captivate both readers and Hollywood script hunters. Here’s why this trend is taking the literary world by storm:

Diverse Genres and Storytelling:
Authors are blending genres to create unique narratives that stand out.
Multi-genre storytelling offers fresh perspectives and keeps readers engaged.
Examples include combining romance with thriller, fantasy, or sci-fi elements¹.
Powerful Taglines and Blurbs:
A compelling tagline can hook readers instantly.
Blurbs that highlight the unique aspects of the story attract a wider audience.
Effective taglines and blurbs are essential for marketing and social media promotion.
Fluid Storylines and Manuscripts:
Seamless transitions and coherent plots are crucial for reader immersion.
Authors are focusing on the fluidity of their manuscripts to maintain reader interest.
Well-structured storylines ensure that the narrative flows smoothly from start to finish.
Truby’s Master Classes: A New Era:
John Truby’s master classes on screenplay and book writing have entered a new era.
Emphasis on multi-genre storytelling and powerful introductions.
Truby’s techniques help authors create engaging and marketable stories².
Daring Authors in Demand:
Readers and Hollywood script hunters are seeking bold and innovative authors.
Authors who push boundaries and explore new themes are gaining popularity.
This trend is opening doors for fresh voices and diverse stories in the literary world³.

Why This Matters—

Attracting Social Media Subscribers and Influencers:
Unique and engaging content is more likely to be shared and discussed online.
Influencers and social media users are drawn to innovative and daring stories.
Building a strong online presence can lead to increased readership and opportunities.
Appealing to Published Authors:
Established authors can benefit from exploring new genres and storytelling techniques.
Diversifying their portfolio can attract new readers and keep existing fans interested.
Collaboration and learning from master classes like Truby’s can enhance their craft.

📚🖊In conclusion, the literary world is evolving, and authors who embrace multi-genre storytelling, powerful taglines, and fluid manuscripts are leading the charge. By daring to be different, they are not only captivating readers but also catching the eye of Hollywood script hunters. This new era of writing promises exciting opportunities for both new and established authors.

“Write & Create Till You Bleed!”

All That Said— Check Out My Latest Publish Body of Work.

A Multi Genre and Engaging Read

Titled: 🔥🇺🇸THE NAUGHTY COLONEL FROM ACROSS THE WAY

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THE NAUGHTY COLONEL – From Across The Way https://a.co/d/dnwMg9o

🖋Complementary Abridged Excerpt—-

Narrated by: Master Sergeant Flores.

🇺🇸🌹(Two Battle Buddies & Best Friends Meet for A Power Lunch, on Steroids)!

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📚🔥Six – THE SUMMONS

“Girlfriend, the Nerve of Young Officer Types! How dare this arrogant S.O.B. summon me like his harlot, or former hussy he’s slain? Then again, was I the naïve one?”

This shit just became more fascinating than hell! My ass had no fucking clue nor idea. Elle can’t be serious. She… just can’t be…

“The eight-o-clock classes were my adrenaline rush, you know that.” Elle picks up her story to that fateful Friday morning she returned to her condo from her early morning kickboxing class.

“Well, I arrived at Colonel Kidd’s’ condominium to find a note hanging on the doorknob. I simply assumed it was left by the front office. God in heaven knows, I could’nt have been more wrong. Yet, for whatever reason, I was filled with off the scale curiosity.”

As I met Elle’s eyes, I noticed that they were round and full as the moon. I also noticed that they were glazed over as hell with intrigue and disbelief. Once my battle buddy finished crumpling her soiled dinner napkin into a soft scroungy ball, it fell to the ground. It looked as light as a peacock’s or ostrich’s feather. Lying lifeless on the restaurant’s pavement.

As if her next breath depended on it, Elle did what she did best by sticking to the landing. It was odd, in a sense, because I was always used to seeing her either giddy as all get out, or emotionally unhinged because of the excessive amount of alcohol in her system. Those sparkling diamonds were locked on it, until its slow descension was complete and finite. Where had she gone so quickly? This narration was amplifying itself up, by ten!

“Once I recognized the handwriting, I nearly collapsed into the door. My hands were trembling like crazy as I turned the note over. ‘What in heaven’s name is going on here?’ I asked myself, as a cold chill raced up my spine.”

Elle growled….

“Not only was that young fucking officer getting out of hand with his brazenness, but he was also messing with the wrong bitch. Boy, was he in for a goddamn reality check. Shit was not just hitting the fan…it was poising itself to splatter all over our fucking lives! I had to do something to shut this shit down, straight away.”

Elle plucked a clean napkin from the napkin box and blew her nose….

“In addition, the Colonel was away in Washington D.C., briefing what I call, that high ranking star- spangled-banner top brass. You already know what I mean, hun. No use in dwelling on the irrelevant details.”

My battle buddy was spot on. I don’t even need to know the colonel’s itinerary….

“My thought process at this point was this: I’m about to place myself in the midst of Kidds’ wrath. I froze in place, afraid to move a muscle in fear that he might be watching my every move via some hidden camera. Worse. Men in black. Imagine the possible blowback from that bullshit… I have no doubt would feel like we were driving head-on into Hurricane Camille! You know exactly what I mean by that, Flores. Kidd’s don’t play these types of games. If he ever finds out… It’s a wrap! That fool will be going straight for my jugular!”

Elle began to scan the swirling rod iron designs of our patio table. Clearly, her mind was now in two places at the same time: here and the swanked-up condominium complex from long ago. This story had taken on a life of its own, and it was determined to get itself out into the open. Had I known about the maelstrom my buddy was about to unleash, I would’ve called for a cease-and-desist order immediately. But I didn’t. Two ugly monsters—jealousy and curiosity—were stopping me! I feel so ashamed of myself, but that didn’t stop me from listening as Elle’s story marched itself right along.

“Girlfriend, that young whippersnapper had no fucking idea how deep he was stepping into the shit he was getting himself into. Then again, what about me and my own curiosities? Hurricane Camille or not, that fine ass was too irresistible to resist!”

Elle’s gaze dropped to her hands….

“Ironically, however, my curiosity was too far gone, at that point, for me to bring our runaway freight train of deceit to a screeching halt. I had to see this crazy shit to its full fruition. And, as usual, consequences be damned. You know me, girl. I will never back down from a challenge, ever! I was a fool to feel in charge and in control. I knew that damn boy wanted something crazy from me. But what? The more I pondered over this question, the more inquisitive I became. I knew the answer, but I was too pompous to confess the real truth. This was no longer a game of cat and mouse anymore. This shit was pure unadulterated primal TNT. And should our bullshit go south, which it usually does in such cases, the collateral damage would leave behind exponential devastation professionally, socially, and emotionally!”

Elle leaned against the back of her chair. As to why she did that, I do not know. Perhaps, she was starting to get tired of sitting. I would be too, if I wasn’t so engrossed in her out of this world narrative….

“However, despite the obvious choice of steering clear from that boy, the idea of responding to Pacelli toyed with my reluctance in the likes of the evil serpent that taunted Eve in the Garden of Eden. Knowing that he was the evil serpent of my story, would I even want that poison apple? Of course, I did! In no way, shape or form, would I ever be afraid of his poison apple. None whatsoever!” Her minty ladened voice and breath lingered in the air, for a few moments. She was thinking mighty hard and long.

Elle slowly rose to her feet, and I did the same, stretching my limbs along the way….

“Truth be known,” Elle sat back down. “This thought alone was so deliciously decadent to me, that I nearly orgasmed at the thought. Girl, you know when it comes to all things naughty and decadent, they are my favorite fetishes. And so, I was ready to feast off Pacelli’s flesh and bones.”

Real talk. My battle buddy had the balls to admit her weakness and stick to being herself….

“As I settled myself further into Kidd’s’ condo, I slowly began descending into the warm coils of his heated leather lounger. At the same time, I wondered if I was gasping for air or courage. The jury is still out on that notion… Anyway, the next thing I did was pull out the Light Colonel’s note in anticipation of some devilish taunt or something, but nothing could have been further from the truth.”

Elle plucked a compact from her handbag and pulled a folded piece of paper from a secret compartment within the compact kit. The kit itself used to be a glossy black compact kit with what I presume to be her favorite shade of face powder….

However, it seems to have been a while since she’s cleaned that out. I’m blown away by the fact that my battle buddy recycled that shit to hide the Light Colonel’s note. How Kidd’s didn’t consider checking that shit for evidence is beyond me! Beating him with his own tradecraft. Clever as hell.
Elle handed the paper to me and all I can say in return is, “Holy shit! Things are about to get wild!”

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The note, written in red ink, was in all caps, and you bet your ass I took my time in reading that shit….

I NEED YOUR HELP BABY. IT’S URGENT AS HELL! PLEASE COME AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. I DON’T KNOW IF I WILL MAKE IT OR LAST THE DAY. JUST NEED YOU, AND THOSE OLD SKILLS OF YOURS THE COMBAT DOCS ALWAYS PRAISED. PLEASE COME NOW!

“Yes, girl. He wrote it in all caps.”

Elle says when I lifted my eyes from the wrinkled piece of paper.

“My heart fluttered so hard as if it were attempting to stop itself. Anyway, I somehow fell to the floor and landed on my knees. It could not be helped. Those words literally took my breath away. They were horrifying to read; I nearly peed my pants. I went into total combat mode without a second or third thought and I immediately set myself into this tempest like I, myself, am its forward motion. My brain went back to that blanched alabaster stone of a place—that place of lost innocence, life, and valor.” Hmm.

“You already know where, right?”

The look in her eyes spoke for itself. However, it’s strictly a rhetorical question for me.
Her head slowly hung low as a slight grimace graced her face. My battle buddy did not look up once, until a few seconds later. I knew the woman and soldier inside her was dress-right-dressing its composure. At the same time, she was attempting to assess how much this narration was blowing my mind.

“The Theatre!”

Elle iterated precociously into my damn L.O.S., as she piercingly looked at me over those Armani and Swarovski crystal bifocals of hers. Total intimidation tactic, because shit…it worked. In the depths of her eyes was a bit of self-scorn. However, she accompanied it with a wicked smirk that told me not to give her a look of pity.

“Girlfriend,” she chuckles to me.

“I could hear alerts and aerial bombardments from the deepest corridors of my brain. My eyes, on the other hand, were like the shutters of a camera lens opening and shutting in half second intervals. However, not once did I pause while in that forward motion. That officer’s plea placed me on alert, and in full battle combat mode. Needless to say, my damn PTSD skyrocketed in the interim. As it wondered what the damn fuck was going on?”

Elle looked over towards me with another one of her long, far away stares. I assessed straight away that at this point, she was caught in between two worlds. Yet, whether she accepts this reality or not, those worlds had a profound connection to her life.

“Without a moment to spare, I pulled off my sweaty garbs; dropping each piece on the floor as it trailed behind me. My ass shaved, showered, and shampooed in less than ten minutes.”

She took a sip of courage from her martini as she appeared to mentally skydive herself back into her story….

“Next, I changed into more comfortable attire—my black Adidas warm-ups with zero lingerie underneath. Why he would need my old nursing skills was far beyond my comprehension, yet foremost in my brain. But trust me little battle sister when I say, I wasted no time getting my ass across that breezeway to LTC Pacelli’s door.”

Next, Elle winked that kind of wink that could make both males and females blush beet red….

“I knocked softly on the door, and he opened it in less than five seconds. I am assuming the anxious officer had been watching my movements—or door—the entire time. But we will get to that fucking issue later. This shit was starting to get serious as hell!”

I rubbed my neck, which was starting to get sore from hunching over the table to lap up everything she said… and was stating….

“Pacelli snatched me through the door as fast as he possibly could. My eyes rolled everywhere, as short gasps escaped my lips. And before you ask—I have to say yes to my bones trembling from nervousness. I was nervous as hell, because our brazen asses would’ve been worth a shit, if we were caught together. I’m talking, JAG-level tribunals. Ohhh, my goodness!”

I had to snort at that. We were binge watching that episode during a girls’ night out together… so to speak….

“He had converted the entire front common areas of his four-bedroom condo into a makeshift Field Hospital. My extrasensory perception went through the roof! This was all wrong on so many levels.”

My ass had no doubt it was. What was Top’s ass thinking?

“The next thought to enter my mind was this: there’s a big possibility that our asses would be court-martialed for this shit! A million and one things could go wrong here. And if this decorated officer and national treasure dies… who will be there to protect me? My body grew rigid as hell, from that revelation. This mother- fucking officer has lost his damn mind. Little did I know, I was about to lose my own mind with him.”

Elle swallowed the sudden lump forming in her throat….

“And my only thoughts in those few little seconds of silence afforded to us were laser-focused on the Pentagon and Congress.”

What the fucking damnation!

📚🖊Seven – I NEED YOU, BABY

Elle scanned the patio where we sat as if she’d traveled back there in time. Only, she could see something my eyes couldn’t see. It still blows my mind how she can be at two places at one time—at the patio and the Light Colonel’s condo.

Multiple times within one day and power girlfriend setting at that….

🇺🇸💞Elle Was His Cougar and Love of Life! But Also the Officer’s Carnal Vibe…

“Once I was securely inside his condo, Pacelli backed me against the wall of his foyer. It caught me off guard because it actually felt great to my aching backside, as his hard body secured mine into place. I’d participated in a boot camp styled cardio workout earlier that morning, so my back and feet were killing the shit out of me.”

My battle buddy massaged her shoulder as if it was still sore….

“He approached me slowly. And let me tell yah, the heat radiating from his body commanded the goose- bumps upon my body to begin marching up and down my backside, at one hundred-eighty -steps all around. Huh. I’m pretty sure the smoldering heat oozing off of him was a clear indication of a possible fever. Even the room felt as if it were burning with this smoldering heat. Then again… that may have been me. God help me, because at that point, I damn for sure couldn’t help myself.”

Elle’s words resonated across our table with utter shock and awe. She may have been recounting the past, but it felt all too real as if it were all happening in real time. How do I know? It’s in the look of remorse in her eyes. This Top Soldier knew she should have picked up the phone to call the post Inspector General’s office, but she didn’t. This meant she and LTC Pacelli, at that point, were prime candidates for Pentagon and Congressional level inquiries. That damn boy briefed both the DEFSEC and the U.S. Secretary of State. What on earth were they thinking? Their arguments for not calling post and pentagon level protocol experts had a maximum range of fucking zero!

Why it didn’t stop Elle dead in her tracks, is anybody’s guess. This was the last fucking secret my ass expected to fucking hear from Elle’s damn lips. Now… I’m a privy party to shit I’m not even close to having clearance for. What actually and the fuck did I get myself into?

Her story journeyed on….

“The Light Colonel felt my body quake and shiver beneath him. However, instead of affording me the opportunity to chill off a bit; he imprisoned me so deep and further into his personal space that I literally couldn’t breathe. My chest never stopped pounding hard against my chest as my nipples hardened into erasers and protruded like a missile ready for takeoff. You know Um talking like Patriot fucking missiles, battle-buddy number one.”

Elle scoffed joyfully.
I mean, can I blame her? My itty-bitty nips felt just as hard as they poked through the fabric of my clothing.

“At the same time, Mother Nature decided to debut herself in the shadows of the common areas. My nectar of the gods began to slowly secrete from the walls of my canal as if someone pulled the dike out of the dam; giving a new meaning to the term, drip, drip, drip. You know what I mean, battle sister number one.”

Elle chuckled when she saw me blushing like a schoolgirl….

“There was no turning back from this. I made up my mind right then and there to follow every fucking command Pacelli gave me. And just like that… the Light Colonel was the dominant and I was his submissive. Yet again somehow. Although I hate to admit it now, I was turned on to no end.”

Fucking Damnation… is she fucking blushing?

Goodness… She is!

“Suddenly, Pacelli arched his brow as he gazed deeper into my direct L.O.S. I could literally see his blood vessels expanding before my very eyes as he did so. I let out a gasp when his hand reached out to cup my chin. It was trembling slightly.”

Elle smiled and shook her head as she recalled the memory.

“A moan escaped my lips when those savagely muscular appendages slid slowly down to the tips of my erect eraser of a nipple, and he pinched it ever so tightly. Girl, let me tell you something.”

She leaned and lowered her voice as if she were about to divulge a nasty secret….

“I orgasmed so hard, that the back of my head thumped against the door. What the fuck did he do that for? Well, I was about to find out.”

I snorted like hell when my battle buddy barked out a laugh….

“Pacelli looked me dead in the eye and said, ‘Listen. I couldn’t help it, baby. I need you to wake up. I know I can be quite insolent, but I don’t regret the gesture one fucking bit. The sticky situation we’re in may call for a lifetime at Gitmo… for such a blatant reprimand against fucking UCMJ (uniform code of military justice). That doesn’t matter, though, you and I both know it gives me pleasure as well.’ Shit! That boy and his damn words…”

Elle had that faraway look again, so I had to tap her wrist to bring her back to focus. Couldn’t help but become intrigued by the near chilling of her bones. No way to miss that notion. None!

“Pacelli assisted me in pulling myself together. Not once did he allow a retort of any kind to leave my lips. My pride was hounding me to stop this foolishness, but it was too wicked and engaging for me to see reason. I wanted more of this uncanny like intimacy, intrigue, and naughtiness.”

My battle buddy cleared her throat, yet again….

“However, that moment was not to come. Pacelli’s body began to quake and quiver, as his eye lashes batted and fluttered wildly. Immediately, I secured him inside the clutches of my arms in an effort to steady him. Through murmured lips he spoke softly, but his words were frantic and deliberate.”

Elle lifted her hand and wiped the sweat forming on her brow. I didn’t realize how much she was sweating until that moment.

“Girl, are you okay? Do you want to go inside to cool off?” I inquired firmly. Heart racing like a runaway slave. Hmm.

My battle buddy offered me a timid smile and shook her head to say no. Eyes piercing as ever. As if to scorn me for the interruption. (Bitch… just sayin)!

“He was muttering something along the lines of, ‘We must quickly move, baby! I have digested about two hundred milligrams of painkillers with a mild oral anesthetic. You must get to work, Hun…’ he purred into my ear sternly and dear God, did that do me in!”

“And?”

“I have no doubt about that… but I’m more concerned about the Light Colonel!” My battle buddy huffed.

Clearly, she didn’t like being interrupted….

“He said, ‘Get me over there to the ops table, baby.’ Mind you, we were in the dining room. I had an inkling that perhaps he was already hallucinating.

‘I’m afraid this will be your operating table going forward.’ he continued, babbling as if life was rapidly leaving his body.

‘When you’re done operating on my backside, where the boils, cysts, and other bio infections are, use the sheets underneath to pull me onto the gurney hidden in my walk-in closet. Not gonna lie, that went from ten to one hundred really quick. I didn’t have time to process that information because he was babbling again.

‘I hope your skill sets are still razor sharp and spot on.’ He whispered softly, his breath and words growing shorter and shorter. His body became heavier in my arms as it folded itself over into a ball of human biological hazardous waste. It was not a time for me to panic. Sick or not, I shook the living shit out of that crazy ass precocious officer.”

Her huge smile faded into smaller multi smirks, with our evening’s setting sun….

My battle buddy rocked in her seat. The memory was clearly taking a toll on her. Me being the greedy monster that I was, I didn’t dare tell her to stop and recoup….

“Despite looking hella sick, he still kept running his mouth, making it a tad harder for me to focus on the task at hand. ‘Please, my love,’ he said, ‘you know I wasted as little precious time as possible, inserting that I.V. line into my arm and body. It’s filled with everything you will need to complete this mission.’ His knees buckled slightly as he spoke, prompting me to secure him onto the table. I had no choice. But to follow each of his commands, to the letter. Truth be known, a part of me was turned the fuck on, and more and more intrigued by the second. I needed to be needed, for a change. It was too hard to resist any further or future pleas from that sexy ass fucking scoundrel of an officer.”

Elle grabbed the untouched glass of water off the side of the table and downed it one gulp. I did the same, too thirsty to keep up with her wild story.

“Instinctively, I went to work. That boy’s body was fucking heavy as hell. But the sight of his flesh and muscles made my task a lot easier, but no less grave. However, once I rolled him flat on his stomach my jaw dropped, stunned by what I was privy to witness on his backside. My poise immediately grew stoic and vigilant. I recognized this disease. All this crazy secrecy was for a reason. This was some cloak-and-dagger shit, Girl. Pacelli was suffering from Gulf War Syndrome. Either that… or some kinda fucking SARS virus, from managing those damn burn pits!”

Elle rubbed her jaw as if she were in deep thought….

“Those boils and cysts were a hallmark of either of those diseases, and possible contamination of the blood. And God in heaven knows what else. There was just no way of telling, at that time, how long this officer had suffered in silence. In no way, shape, or form did Washington want this reality out into the open. My ass was down that fucking rabbit hole so deep. I swear I could chart my way to the bowels of hell. No shit!”

Dammit! That’s one tough burden to carry! Um thinking to myself.

“I stopped touching his body. At that point, I had a much better understanding of my task at hand. Since his backside was riddled with pus and blood seeping through the pores around each boil and cysts, I knew this was an indicator of possibly both a staff and MRSA infection. His body was fucking toxic, and a walking biohazard. He knew damn well that his ass should have reported to either Warner Robins or Fort Gordon. But he didn’t out of fear of being dismissed from his military duty. This was now a secret I had to keep as tight to my vest as possible—and one of those types of military secrets you insert into your hoo-ha and hide for life!”

What the fuck? I couldn’t help but think as Elle chuckled to herself….

“True to form, the pragmatic and detail-oriented officer left nothing to chance, nor did he leave any stones unturned. Next to what was to be my operating table, on the bar and stools, were my scrubs, face shield, gloves, three small pills—valium, neomycin, and Darvocet-N—and two shots of Patron. Only a combat officer would get the meaning behind the Tequila shots.”

Top Soldier scoffed, firmly.

“I wasted no time downing those three babies. My ass hurried up and downed every ounce of those double shots as well! At that point, timing was of the essence.”

My battle buddy rubbed her palm over her eyes. Giving her napkin a tight squeeze for the courage to continue this unreal story.

“God help us, because we were now, truly, in the hands of whatever gods we served. I began praying silently like hell—and with a few Hail Mary’s to boot!”

Out of nowhere Top Soldier slapped her hands together as loud as she could. It was needed to bring me back into focus. Along with everyone on that patio. Pausing only for a moment. Only to jump back into her narration. Top fucking soldier. Dammit, Girl!

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📚🌹I hope you all have enjoyed my book brief and teaser chapters. This is an amazing story, with plot twists, engaging themes, and hella suspensefully steamy intrigue. Of course, with love and temptations thrown into the mix. Readers will find themselves delving deep into this book’s storyline! Happy reading, literary journey.

Author – J.Z. LUCIANO

Pacelli Wanted…What He Wanted!