Mommy Journal Entry #3,545


Today, our little Tierra came into our bedroom and crawled between us in the dark.  “Mommy, Daddy, wake up,” she said, voice all sweet and innocent.  We turned to find her shaking.  Both of us shot up.  Shag turned on the light and checked her forehead; I pulled out the thermometer.  She announced.  “I threw up.  I think I have a bug.”

We both jumped to action.  Ginger Ale. Crackers.  Meds.  Cold Towel.  We were hopping like beans.  Both of us discussed who should take off work while Shag rocked her in his arms.  And in the middle of all of this, it comes to me that Tierra is eight years old and extremely tall.  LOL.  Why is he still rocking her like when she was five?  Never mind, I can’t bring up how he spoils her at this moment.  We need to get her better.

Long story short.  There is a bug running around rampant and it’s loose in our hose.  Our little princess has it.  And the normal running order is Shag, me and finally Jordan.

Meanwhile, after hearing that she has a bug, Jordan covers his face like Michael Jackson and bolts out of the house for the bus ten minutes early.  I shake my head.  That’s the only time I can ever get that boy out of the house without pushing him.

Such is the life of Mommy.


PSA for Interracial Romance Readers by Latrivia Welch

But Why Do You Do It? An insightful look at why I chose to write Interracial Romance

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I was out the other night having drinks with friends and we started down the rabbit hole of what led us to our professions.  This of course created buzz around our table and other people quickly pulled from their own tables and joined us.  I was three glasses of wine into the conversation when someone asked me a very serious question.

“Why did you choose to write Interracial Romance, specifically bwwm?”

I’ve been asked this before, but the person who asked seemed to be the type that would not take a flippant or even cosmetic answer.  They wanted details; they wanted to decide what side of the proverbial black aisle I sat on.  Was I a blind assimilator or was I truly making conscious decisions?

Anyone in an interracial relationship, who has interracial children, has a friend from another race knows what I speak of.  And I won’t delve too far into that because it’s the subject of a book that I’m writing and I want your responses later.  And it would be awesome to also talk abut this great show, Black-ish, that also hits some damn good points about the contemporary African-American experience.



So back to the question…

I cannot lie.  I drank the last of my wine before answering.  After all, I did not know this person and this could easily go out in left field and with it my growing buzz.

“I’m tired of stereotypes,” I said honestly, when I was done with my Chardonnay.

The raised brow of the individual let me know that they understood what I was saying even if I hadn’t elaborated.


Black women aren’t all money-hungry, poor, uneducated, angry, vengeful, loud and obnoxious as many books would have us portrayed.  In fact, we’re quite brilliant.


White men aren’t all rich, powerful, famous, gentle, courageous and classy (with a wink) as books would have them portrayed.


Each person is completely unique and there should be a story for each of us.  Now, that’s not going to happen, but it’s great to have a rainbow of stories about bwwm relationships that kill the stereotypes and create new discussion.  We deserve that.    We deserve to not fit into anyone’s box, not be forced to look a certain way, feel a certain way or be accepted only if we come from a certain background.  We need stories that tell a different story, that empower us and that flatter us and that just put us on an equal playing field.

Faces of a Couple

But I’m just one woman with one computer.  So tell me WORLD, what do you think?


Latrivia Welch

Women of Style: Interracial Romance Readers

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The Grunt 2: Learning about the Military’s Awesomeness


Chapter Three of The Grunt 2 takes you inside a covert USMC Force Recon operation in Afghanistan. From the first word of the chapter, you are there with the six-man team as they leap bravely from an HH-60 Pave Hawk during a HALO (high altitude, low opening)jump. As a civilian, I have never jumped out of a plane, though I’ve wanted to. I have a fascination with the sky and the bird’s ability to soar through the air. I’ve even had dreams of flying in my sleep, which usually leads to me accidentally kicking Shag. But I’ve never, as a core function of my job, been asked to jump from a moving object into the sky and fall thousands of feet (strategically might I ad) to land on the ground without a scratch. It’s pretty epic stuff.

As it turns out Force Recon is spectacular at jumping out of planes. And I could not, in good conscience, write this book without including a little of Recon’s awesomeness in it.

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Check out this rough draft excerpt:
Chapter Three
The Grunt 2
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Dressed out in full tactical uniforms, camouflage, aviator gloves, go-packs and parachutes the Recon Unit assembled quietly inside of the HH-60 Pave Hawk in preparation for their HALO (high-altitude, low-opening) parachute insertion jump. It was everything that kids across the country dreamt of as they played their video games, and everything wannabe’s lied about when trying to impress women.
However, this was the real shit; there were no video cameras for reality tv, no theme music for a movie, no turning back for sake of life over country.
Standing by the hatch already let down for their departure, Brett looked down the line at his men standing at the ready. Each one of these men were brave and had shown valor in the face of death a hundred times. Joe, Bear, Rusty, Geek and Hound. He would die for either of them, all of them, if needed. But he hoped that their training would prevent the need to make that decision.
Right before they reached their mark, Brett stepped out where he could see his men and made his normal speech. It was the same one every time, but each time it was warranted, needed to remind each man of why he was there, especially when after long months away from home there were more questions than answers.
“No one on this plane rang that bell three times in training. No one gave up then. No gives up now. You know why they sent us, devil dogs? It’s because we’re the baddest motherfuckers they could find.”
“Oorah,” the men replied in cadence. Their voices boomed like lightning against the black night as the wind from the open hatch ran across their faces.
Bear, their Irish ginger good ole boy from Alabama, spit his brown snuff out on the floor beside his boot and coughed. It was his normal routine and had not changed since their first op together. It was Bear’s way of saying that he was ready.
Joe made the sign of the cross and rolled his neck. He was ready.
Rusty kissed the picture of his son.
Hound scratched his balls.
Geek stood stoically focused on the hatch.
Each man had a thing, and now was the time to do it.
Brett’s jaw clenched as he moved to the open hatch, the wind pushing and pulling at him like a rag doll. Anticipation coursed through his veins like an angry drug. The veins in his neck protruded as he screamed, “Let’s go to work!”
The twinkling stars and the full moon in the sky looked close enough for the men to reach out and touch them, and the ground so infinite below looked like it was a million miles away while they dwelled somewhere in the middle of this world and the next.
If one had never thought about their mortality before, they thought about it then being as small as ants in a world so vast that it could suck them up before anyone could notice.
Brett stood by the hatch, hitting each man on his back as they plunged out into the night in a free fall.
They looked angelic as they fell, but in fact, they were killers, the whole lot of them, going to do the government’s bidding.
With a nod toward the birdman, Brett prepared in his own way. Checking his gear and his watch, he clasped the sides of the entryway, looked out at the vast world behind him, imagined his family back home, and made the unreturnable leap toward danger.
With his arms splayed wide, he cut through the thin clouds in a perfect arch, feeling his body become one with the air around him. His massive, muscular frame, while formidable on land, dropped through the heavens like penny off a tower.
Balancing himself out, he fell hundreds of feet before he checked his wrist detector and pulled the rip cord on his parachute when he had reached the right altitude.
The parachute exploded violently in the night, giving him a small jolt as he navigated it down.
Brett bent his knees as his boots hit the ground. Dust billowed up around him as he crunched dry soil below him. Releasing himself from the parachute, he pulled his earpieces from inside of his tactical gear as he knelt in a crouched position and looked around.
It was dead silent. No motion. No lights. No people.
“Check in Eagle team,” he said, listening as all the men sounded off. They were all right around him, but with no light, they were nearly impossible to see, save the light coming off some of the men’s tactical watches.
As soon as his voice registered on the radio, the command center back at the base went live. Captain Lawless, who had been leaning on his desk glaring impatiently at the blank wall of monitors, popped up and put his coffee down.
“Eagle four to Nest, we are live. I repeat, Eagle team is live,” Brett said, just below a whisper as the men gathered together, ready to move on the Captain’s command.
“Do we have eyes on our men yet?” Lawless said, looking at his comms specialist.
Staring at the young captain too long was like looking directly into the sun. He was intimidating even when he wasn’t trying. The young man quickly adverted his eyes to the monitor as the black screen in front of them linked to the satellite and produced a night vision picture.
“We are live, sir,” the young man said, typing into his computer.
Lawless turned to his second-in-charge. “Get the general now,” he ordered, taking a wide stance in the middle of the floor and watching the operation from the vest cameras installed on each man. This was what he did best. In this command room, he was a warrior, a strategist and a swift hand for the U. S. Marine Corps. The sudden pride that always overcame him made him want to sing God Bless America, but for now, he’d just settle for kicking some ass.
“Zoom into Eagle four,” Lawless said flatly. He slipped his earpiece on to communicate with the team. “Eagle four, we have eyes. Satellite says you’re good to go. No bogies. Proceed.”
“Copy that,” Brett said, making a knife hand motion for the men to advance toward the house.


Don’t worry. The book is coming soon.  Check in regularly for more information on the chapters as they are completed.


Latrivia Welch Remembers Julian Bond THE LEADER


Because of the support and love of my mentors, I’ve met many great civil rights leaders in my time. I had the honor of having Dr. Benjamin Hooks as a personal mentor along with Mrs. Francis, who gave me invaluable advise as a young woman that I still hold dear today. Dr. Hooks used to love my granddaddy’s fried fish, and grandpa didn’t mind having me come to South Memphis to pick up some as soon as he fried it and deliver it to Dr. Hooks. I remember Dr. Vasco Smith with his jovial smile and Mrs. Maxine Smith always willing to give me a hug. I remember D’Army Bailey sitting across from me at Four Way Grill, and me praying in the middle of his very enlightening talk – that I didn’t drop fried tomatoes all over my Chanel white blouse and make a mockery of myself. I remember working for the National Civil Rights Museum and President Mandela coming up the stairs at the Peabody and me rushing out to see if he was on his way and running nearly head on into him. All I could say was, “your President Mandela.” And he said, “yes dear but who are you?” I couldn’t speak after that.

Recently, I met the founder of Black Enterprise, Mr. Earl Graves. We walked and talked for a while. He was impressed by my little publishing house, and insisted that I had promise. I was in shock how much he reminded me of my grandpa and instantly felt a connection. Mary Robinson, the first female president of Ireland, was also very kind. She and I walked through Bountiful Blessings after she was caught up on a call with UN. She told me I simply had to visit Ireland. After meeting her, I knew that I had to as well.


My list is long and distinguished. I’ve met so many, and I remember them all. I either met them because of LeMoyne-Owen College, Howard and Beverly Robertson or Deidre Malone. My mentors pushed me…always pushed me…still push me. Since I was a skinny 18-year old girl, they have opened doors for me that would have remained closed otherwise. They have introduced me to giants because they were giants themselves.


I still remember meeting Mr. Julian Bond. The first time was at the National Civil Rights Museum when I was around 20. Then, I was heading up credentialing for the NAACP 2009 National Conference in Cincinnati and we were preparing for the Obama/McCain speeches and Mr. Bond came around the office. He wanted to see what we were up to. We had been working early mornings and late nights. Deidre thought it was good for both Tonya and I to do this on our own. She was training us. She was right. It was great work, hard work, great experience.
Tonya and I wanted pictures. Mr. Bond was busy, terribly busy. But he didn’t mind stopping long enough for us to talk. He wanted to know how we were enjoying ourselves and if we were working too hard. He had time enough to listen to me recount my experience with him in Memphis. He smiled and listened and three days later when he saw me again, he said, “hello Latrivia.” Thousands of people, thousands of stories and he never forgot my name.

When I came home from Cincinnati, my life was changed. Deidre just laughed. “It’s good for you,” she said. She still is always grooming me, even until this day.  She had met him many times before and knew how great he was, but I was on fire and brand new to such a movement.

For the very young people (and I have many who read my books and my blog and I know they are under 18 – naughty teens), I want you to know why this man was so important.
Julian Bond was no rapper, baller or actor. He was an activist, a game-changer. Horace Julian Bond was an American social activist and leader in the Civil Rights Movement, politician, professor, and writer.

Born in Nashville, TN on January 14, 1940 – only 200 miles from Memphis- Julian Bond became a civil rights activist while in college. In 1965, he was elected to Georgia’s state legislature, but his opposition to the war in Vietnam meant that it would take a U.S. Supreme Court ruling for him to be allowed to take his seat. Bond later served as the head of the Southern Poverty Law Center and of the NAACP.

“Julian helped inspire an entire generation of young people, students, black and white,” Rep. John Lewis, D-Ga., said Sunday. “He spent so much time speaking on college campuses, telling the story of the movement. He was so smart, so gifted, so articulate and he had a way of getting to people, to students, to young people and he succeeded.”

Bond died on August 15, 2015 at the age of 75, but his legacy will live on.

African-American Women DEMAND Strong Heroines

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When you read a book, you want to identify with the woman.  When you read an Interracial Romance (bw/wm), you expect to identify.  All of us can’t be supermodels, millionaires or even a size 2 (I like being curvaceous), but we can all see the strength of a character or be motivated by that strength in a book.

My readers have taught me through their feedback over the years that they demand strength.  When I first wrote Ivy’s Twisted Vine, a part of exploring what it was like to be an impressionable young woman was writing about Ivy’s weaknesses, but The World in Reverse was clearly about her strengths.

I’m committed to showing African-American women in a strong positive light through my books.  Strong heroines are not just wanted, in this day and age, they are needed.  Even in our entertainment and imagination, we must visualize ourselves as pillars of strength.  Now, does that mean that you can’t be loving, caring, warm and even have moments of weakness?  No, that would you inhuman.

However, I will say that if we are to project an image of strength into the media, we have to start in books.  We have to damage/destroy the negative stereotypes of African-American women by re-writing ourselves.

To Infinity & Beyond,

Latrivia Welch


Tailor Made Alpha Heroes by Latrivia Welch

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New brand for Latrivia Welch introduces “style” component

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Latrivia Welch (formerly Latrivia Nelson) has been writing interracial romance since 2008.  One of the major earmarks of her work is her obsession with style.

“The women have to be elegant and the men have to be undeniable,” says Welch.

With her new brand, geared toward bw/wm readers who appreciate the “luxuries of life”, she is focused on speaking to the professional woman and the aspiring professional woman.

“So many of us are business owners, business professionals, students, moms with two jobs who aspire one day to be able to focus on ourselves; we’re hundrednaires, thousandnaires and millionaires. But the one thing that we have in common is that we love a great Happily Ever After story, and our commonality in that makes us all fans of romance.”

Nelson’s new campaign “bw/wm with style” will roll out officially August 15th on social media platforms featuring high-brow couture and iconic models as muses and will be part of a larger year-long campaign.

“Who didn’t love Dmitry in a suit?” Welch joked.

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Latrivia Welch is Here! And There Is A Website To Prove It!




This last week has been absolutely amazing. I got married, moved into a new house, registered the kids and returned to work…didn’t even break a sweat (who am I kidding, I lost three pounds).
Now that I’m back, it’s time to get to the business of presenting you with a completely new brand. New books. New fun art work. Fun facts. Awesome Q&A and so much more.
The Latrivia Welch brand is an extension of the Latrivia Nelson brand, because it’s me. However, it’s my job to bring you in my world of awesome alpha males and strong powerful black women through innovative, creative and continuous impressions…or at least that’s what my team tells me.



Interracial Romance Author Latrivia Welch

Interracial Romance Author Latrivia Welch



Right now, I have one goal. I am going to finish The Grunt 2. I’ve been up in my new office in my new house writing up a storm and researching. And it’s my hope to bring you a story that you can love as much as you love The Grunt. I will say that this experience back into my old book has made me fall in love with Brett & Courtney all over again.
I’m also very proud to announce to launch of my new website. By month’s end, the old site, will be no more. We’re moving on in life and moving on in our journey together to make magic in these pages. Please go to the site, sign up for the newsletter, vote for me for 2014 Interracial Romance Series (Vasily’s Revenge), check out all the news and give me your feedback. I developed the site just for you to host all things around our favorite characters. So, I hope you like it.

Stay tuned, there is more to come!

Latrivia Welch

The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Compilation Book Trailer

For your viewing pleasure:-)


12 Alphas 12 Months Made the USA Today Bestsellers List

Latrivia Nelson makes the USA Today Best Selling Books List

Latrivia Nelson makes the USA Today Best Selling Books List

“Despise not small beginnings.” Zechariah 4:10
This morning at 6:30 a.m., Bruce pulled me out of bed. “Baby, get up. It’s time to go and work out.” His words echoed in my subconscious, swirling in the opposition of the act.

This idea, to get fit “er” sounded great when he first suggested it, but at the moment, all I wanted to do was hug that pillow and his muscular chest a little longer before I crawled out of bed and got ready for work.

He nudged me again, his sexy southern drawl sounding like silk to my ears. “Come on, baby. You can do it.”

Ever so gently, he pulled the covers from my body and pulled me out of bed. I complained the entire time, but with every complaint put on my clothes, shoes and grabbed some water before we headed out.

By the time when arrived back at the house from the work out, I was laughing and bubbly. Working out does that to you. Endorphins were running rampant. Motivated to start my day, I ran my bath water and then noticed I had several missed calls on my cell phone. Accidentally, I had left it on silent yesterday.

They were from all around the country.

Something was up, and suddenly I was afraid…that was until I saw the text from sister author Yvette Hines. “WE MADE IT TO THE USA TODAY LIST!” I could hear her voice through the text.

I screamed, and jumped and yelled. Bruce by this time wasn’t sure to grab his shot gun or jump and scream with me. I put the phone down and told him. I was now a USA Today Bestselling Author.

TEARS. Happy, big fat tears of joy.

Something like this is the thing that an author dreams of achieving. It’s not a small task and takes a lot of work, and a lot of people believing in you. 11 women come to mind. I have to thank God for the ability to write. His blessings continue to shine down on me. He is my refuge and no, I do not want. He meets all of my needs and very often, He goes above and beyond. Today was another one of his many gifts. Thank you, Father.



This project was Yvette’s baby. She led the charge, and the other 10 women in the box set were absolutely wonderful. Despite everything that happened in their personal lives, they were devoted to this project. They were kind and thoughtful, worked together, allowed for life to happen in between. And it paid off.

Our fans are amazing women and men. They follow us on Twitter and Facebook. They post reviews. They uplift us and continue to be supportive. This could not have happened without each and every one of them. They bought and pre-ordered. They posted and reposted. They came out in big numbers.

There are so many books out there now in the bw/wm genre. When you have someone who will give you a chance, you are grateful. You are competing with a world full of insanely talented authors for every book sell.

I’ve been in this business now for seven years. I’ve written countless books, and every single experience is still a new one. I remember selling my first book back in 2008. I remember wanting to be on this list.  And now I am.  It started small, but it has grown…this book dream.  I never gave up.  I never gave in to just putting it aside.  And HE blessed me for it.  I’m not deserving. I know it.  But He does that anyway because He loves me.  I will not despise small beginnings.

I’m celebrating today. I’m happy, and I’m thankful.

Ladies, we made it.

Angie Daniels
Erosa Knowles
TJ Michaels
Yvette Hines
Seressia Glass
Serenity King
Michelle Monkou
Stephanie Burke
Aliyah Burke
Maureen Smith
Di Topaz
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The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Volume 8 Cover Release

The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov


I’m guilty of changing my mind.  After talking to the ladies in the Love Pub, I thought about it and decided that this cover would best serve Young Dmitry Medlov and not his nephew.  Hope you like the changes.  However, there is no release date yet.  We’re just working along on as many projects as our brains will allow.





The 67th Emmy Nominations are approaching and with it the nominations for actresses and actors who have given us riveting and entertaining performances in the last year.  I love this event, because I know these actors are taking writers’ work and bringing it to life.  What a wonderful thought.  I imagine how excited Shakespeare was when stayed up late nights with ink, paper and wine writing beautiful plays to be performed by deep-thinking actors (even if the women’s parts had to be played by men).  To be or not to be…that is at least one question on every actor’s mind on this list.  Take a look and weigh in if you like.  Really happy to see African-American women and men representing and the African-American experience being represented. ray-donovan-poster Lead Actor in a Drama Series

  • Kyle Chandler, Bloodline
  • Jeff Daniels, The Newsroom
  • Jon Hamm, Mad Men
  • Bob Odenkirk, Better Call Saul
  • Liev Schreiber, Ray Donovan
  • Kevin Spacey, House of Cards

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  • Clare Danes, Homeland
  • Viola Davis, How to Get Away With Murder
  • Taraji P. Henson, Empire
  • Tatiana Maslany, Orphan Black
  • Elisabeth Moss, Mad Men
  • Robin Wright, House of Cards

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  • Adrien Brody, Houdini
  • Ricky Gervais, Derek Special
  • Timothy Hutton, American Crime
  • Richard Jenkins, Olive Kitteridge
  • David Oyelowo, Nightingale
  • Mark Rylance, Wolf Hall

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  • Maggie Gyllenhaal, The Honourable Woman
  • Felicity Huffman, American Crime
  • Jessiga Lange, American Horror Story Freak Show
  • Queen LAtifah, Bessie
  • Frances McDormand, Olive Kitteridge
  • Emma Thompson, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

house-of-lies-header19738Shameless_US_Season_5_Promotional_Poster Lead Actor in a Comedy Series

  • Anthony Anderson, Black-ish
  • Louis C.K., Louie
  • Don Cheadle, House of Lies
  • Will Forte, The Last Man on Earth
  • Matt LeBlanc, Episodes
  • William H. Macy, Shameless
  • Jeffrey Tambor, Transparent

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  • Edie Falco, Nurse Jackie
  • Lisa Kudrow, The Comeback
  • Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Veep
  • Amy Poehler, Parks and Recreation
  • Amy Schumer, Inside Amy Schumer
  • Lily Tomlin, Grace and Frankie

Seeking Santa Excerpt #2

Seeking Santa by Latrivia Nelson

Seeking Santa by Latrivia Nelson

They drove in separate cars to a small rehabbed wooden, yellow shotgun house just around the corner from the theatre. It was a cute as a button with its blue shutters, complete with a blue door and a small garden with red mulch.  There was a white rocking chair on the porch and an American flag hoisted out on the side.  It didn’t look like a bachelor pad at all, more like a family house.

Parking his Jeep out front on the street, Kennedy ran quickly up the sidewalk to the house, unlocked the door and vanished inside, while Jade waited out in her Audi.

With the music playing and the windows half down to enjoy the breeze, she listened to the radio and waited, feeling very much like a teenager inside.  She had not been on one date since she arrived in Memphis, but this was a great way to start.

A few minutes later, he emerged.  “Told you I wouldn’t be long,” he said, moving quickly.

They drove around the corner to the movie theatre and parked in the packed parking lot.  Jade got out and looked at the sun.  It would only be a couple of hours before the day was given away to night and this perfect day would be over.

Kennedy jumped out of his jeep and walked over to her.  Grabbing her hand, he escorted her inside.

It was the close proximity to him that was driving her insane, and how comfortable he seemed with public displays of affection.  However, all day, he had behaved like a total gentleman, not like the crazed sex animal who had humped her friend or kissed her without knowing her name at Selma’s party.  He was a bit of an enigma to her.  She was expecting all day for him to bring up sex, but he did not mention it one time.

However, the intensity in his green eyes made her think of nothing else.  She kept having to push back thoughts of feeling his body against hers and the way his tongue tasted.  She kept wondering if he’d kiss her again, or if he was a completely different man when he wasn’t Santa.

As she sat by him in the movie theatre, his long arm draped over her to keep her warm, she grappled with her feelings and wondered if he was doing the same.  Every once in a while in between laughing and eating popcorn as they watched some stupid romantic comedy, Jade wondered if the joke was on her.  He didn’t seem the least bit frantic about the situation, where she was two seconds from ripping his pants off.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he bent to her ear and asked.  His grin was absolutely adorable.

“Very much,” she said, moving closer into his embrace.

“Good.” Bending to her, he kissed her forehead.  “Me too.”

Argh!!!!  Jade was about to go crazy.  He was literally driving her insane.  Don’t kiss me on the forehead, kiss me on my lips, she screamed inside.

Maybe out of habit, he rubbed her arm as he watched the movie.  His fingers lingered on her right shoulder, making her clitoris pound so hard against her yoga pants, she thought she would orgasm right there.

“I’ll be back,” she said, finally unable to handle one more second of his slow teasing.

“Okay.  You alright?” he asked sincerely.

“Great,” she said, moving down the aisle toward the exit.  “I’ll be right back.”

She doused herself with water as she stood over the sink in the ladies room.  Staring at her reflection, she quietly demanded of herself that she get her shit together.  Maybe all of this pent up frustration was coming as a result of seeing him nearly naked already, or maybe it was the fact that in 20 minutes of meeting him, she had already seen his monstrous erection, but whatever it was that had the sex chemical coursing through her veins, she had to get control.

Another thought, one far more sinister, crept through her mind as she reapplied her makeup.  Maybe after talking to her for two hours, any sexual attraction that he had toward her was completely lost.  It might have been the same thing that pushed he who would not be named away.

To Jade that was far more reasonable than any other possibility and suddenly she felt sad.  Pulling herself together and spraying on a dash of perfume, she slowed her breathing and walked back out.

Well, maybe even if he doesn’t like me that way, I may have made a friend, she thought to herself as she made her way back inside the movie theatre.

As soon as Jade approached, Kennedy adjusted to make her more comfortable and as she settled down beside him in her seat completely deflated from her own thoughts and grabbed the popcorn to shovel the entire box into her face, he grabbed her gently and landed a sweet warm kiss on her mouth.  He lingered there a moment with as much passion as the night that he met her.  Stroking the side of her face with his thumb, he stopped when the people behind them started to clear their throats.

Even in the dark as her eyes flashed open in disbelief, she could see that glimmer in his eyes. He was still very much attracted to her.  And she was still very much in play.  Sitting back once he released her from his powerful embrace, he threw his arm possessively over her shoulder and began watching the movie again and laughing.



We Have Our Marriage License

Latrivia Nelson and Bruce Welch get their marriage license.

Latrivia Nelson and Bruce Welch get their marriage license.


It was hot today.  100 degrees.  And I picked out the most beautiful outfit that I could find for a bright sunny Friday afternoon, not appreciating the fact that the weather didn’t care that you’re outfit was designer label.  When I left the office, I was pristine.  Make-up, clothes, shoes, purse, hair.  However, when I arrived at the Shelby County Clerk’s office and had to walk two blocks, I was sweaty.  I’m not a manual labor girl.  The most physical part of my life is carrying my bags to the car after I’ve gone shopping.

Of course, I was nervous.  I didn’t want to walk into the clerk’s office pouring sweat and Shag see me, but he wasn’t there, so I had time to freshen up.  I ran to the restroom and immediately began to re-apply everything.

When he arrived, I was better. I’d even had time to stop and chat with a few people I knew.  He came up the stairs with a big grin and hugged me as soon as he saw me.  “Hey baby,” he said with kiss.  I instantly melted.  I love when he calls me baby.

We waited for a while outside as other couples applied and were processed, and then it was finally our turn.  We both went in hand-in-hand, kissing and smiling.  The woman asked us a thousand questions for her document, but was kind enough to share her paper towels, fans and even take a photo for us in the process.  How many marriages?  Where were you born?  Sign this.  Pay this.  But in all, she was so pleasant and so was the overall experience.

When we had the paper in our hands, we were awestruck.  The ten minute interview was totally worth it.   Shag grabbed me right in the hallway and kissed me in front of everyone.  “Finally,” he said.  “I told you that you were going to be my wife.  I knew it the first time that I laid eyes on you.”  Truth be told, I knew it too.  Way back when in August 2012, we became a “thing.”  Three years later, we’re becoming husband and wife.

I’ll never forget his words or how happy we were today.  We have a Marriage License in hand.  This marks a new journey for us – one we’ve been trying so hard to get to for so many years.

I remember day before Christmas of the year we first met in 2012.  He said, “You were supposed to be my wife, all along.”

I felt the same.  He was supposed to be my husband.  We had just both gone the long way to get to our final goal.

Since then, we’ve been through hell, but nothing has kept us apart and now, we’re going to be husband and wife on July 31st.  He has already been showering me with gifts, and foot rubs, and champagne and so much laughter.  But the thing that really melts my heart is that we are truly soul mates.   Through everything (divorce, loss of a child, job changes, house changes, deaths, etc.), we have been there for each other.

Now, we mark the day that it history books, it all begins.  I’m about to be Mrs. Bruce Welch, III.

Just a Little Ivan Medlov Love

Ivan Medlov

Excerpt from Seeking Santa (part of the 12 Alphas 12 Months Boxset)

Even Super Woman Needs Love (Latrivia Nelson Blog)

Even Super Woman Needs Love (Latrivia Nelson Blog)


Chapter One

Everyone is Getting Some But Me

Week of Thanksgiving

Tuesday Morning


The alarm blasted into Jade’s ear at 6:00 a.m.  She rolled over and glanced at her phone before she turned it off.  She wanted to hit snooze, but she knew that ten more minutes in the bed wouldn’t help what ailed her.

Grunting, she rolled over and kicked her legs from under the comforter.  Everything was hazy and cold.  But that was intentional.  She always turned the air down to 65 degrees before she went to bed.  She liked snuggling under her covers in the dark in a perfectly clean room.  Something about it was comforting.  But in the morning when she woke, it was always the same.

Cold. Dark.  Lonely.

Standing up beside her bed, she grabbed her glasses and slipped them onto her face, instantly going from nearly blind to 20/20 vision.  Turning on her lamp, she looked around her large master bedroom.  She always looked around every morning, scanning for anything that might be out of place.  Besides work, she had nothing else in her life.  So, keeping her house clean as a whistle had become an obsession. Healthy or not, it was all that she had.

Meandering through the long hallway, she made her way to the kitchen.  Turning on the television in the corner atop her countertop, she poured herself a cup of coffee from the Keurig she had bought herself the previous year for her birthday and stared at CNN reporting on another violent eruption in the Middle East.

Then it hit her.

Today was her birthday. How could she forget that?  Or maybe, she hadn’t forgotten at all, maybe she had pushed that date to the back of her mind until she had no choice but to deal with it.

Well, here it was.

There was something that went instantly sour in her stomach.

She was thirty-five today, and still she was single.  Absolutely, positively single.  How could a woman with a 775 credit score, thousands of dollars in the bank, no children, no STDs and no behavioral disorders be single at 35 when Honey BooBoo was juggling two men?

She didn’t even have a male friend in this city. Hell, at this point, she’d take an affair on Tinder to have someone to talk to.  She was…pathetic.  She had moved to Memphis from Manhattan one year ago to work for Koch PR firm, a move that she thought would help her find peace in her life.

Two years ago, she really had been in love.  And she thought he was in love too.  That was until he accepted a job with a bigger PR firm in Toronto and broke up with her to further his career.  He called it an opportunity of a lifetime…like she was just something to do.  Six months later, he was engaged to someone else, someone new. It only took six damn months. She saw it on Facebook.  How tacky?  And the woman had been far less pretty, in her biased opinion.  The least the jerk could have done was block her as a friend before dropping the news on everyone and making her look like a complete ass.

Or maybe she should have looked at all the signs.

He said that he loved her…her knight in shining armor.

He said that he wanted to be with her. But he never moved in.

He said that they would spend their lives together, but he had never popped the question.  She had been waiting, but it never came.  She couldn’t even name how many times that he had taken her to dinner at a five-star restaurant and she thought, this is it, only to be disappointed by it turning out to be a celebration of some other special moment in his life. A promotion.  Closing a deal.  Paying off his student loan.

But he couldn’t seem to promote their relationship or close the deal with her.


He became him who would not be named.

And according to him who would not be named, she had one fatal flaw that he could not get around.  She was a classic workaholic.  Unfortunately, he lived in the world of man, where a woman could make as much money as her man just as long as it didn’t affect their personal time together.  However, if she worked one hour longer or went in one hour earlier, then she was accused of cheating – her job was the other man in her life.  The punishment…breakup.

Never mind his own business trips.  Never mind his own untimely emails and phone calls.  Never mind his emergency weekend meetings at the office.  Those were looked over and chalked up to being reasonable while her job was treated like the elephant in the room.

So after the breakup and the new woman, she moved.

As accused, she had settled into her new job as the Director of Social Media and began slaving away and climbing the proverbial latter.  Only, in the process of trying to prove herself, she had lost any semblance of a personal life. With no one on the weekend to occupy her time, she had nearly forgotten what it was like to have weekend plans or birthday plans or holiday plans or any plans at all.  She had none.

No friends – except work acquaintances.

No boyfriend.

Not even a damn dog.

In six months, the only thing that she had managed to build was her portfolio.  But who really gave a shit, when there was no one to enjoy retirement with?

“I need to stop feeling sorry for myself,” she said aloud, cutting out thoughts of sorrow.

Reaching to the back of the cupboard, she grabbed the slightly dust covered whiskey bottle and poured a little something special into her morning coffee.  “Happy fucking Birthday,” she said, headed to the bathroom to get ready for her perfectly boring day.


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12 Alphas 12 Months Box Set to Be Released July 7th!! Pre-Order Your Copy Now!!

This is the month. July 7th we drop the box set that we’ve all been waiting to read. For me, it’s exciting because I get to read my sister authors’ work. No, I haven’t had the opportunity beforehand, so I’ll be digging into the pages with you.
This has been a great project led by my friend, Yvette Hines. She has worked tirelessly on this project and keeping me in line, which is a very hard thing to do. Plus, the price is just unreal for only $0.99, you get 12 great reads. Now, here is the ask. Not only do we want you to buy the box set, we want you to pre-order it. Please, if you have time, go to your kindle now and make your purchase.

Here is the link to purchase now:

Okay, so what is the box set about? Good question.

USA Today, Amazon, National and Multi-published Bestselling Authors bring you sensual contemporary romance stories of…
ALPHAS: Military/Vets, Shifters, Blue Collar, Business Men, Athletes, Smoke Jumpers, Doctors and more… This is the YEAR of your dreams. 12 Alphas 12 Months come and get your calendar men!

ALL NEW STORIES…with a connection. That’s right. These stories all have a main theme that unites them. Tamela Harvin is a nationally syndicated radio host who left the glitz and glamour of Hollywood to use her fame helping out those less fortunate. She loves a cause. When she’s contacted by a listener about a grave concern close to her heart; widower fathers struggling to find emotional support and care for their children after a loss of a wife, Tamela gets to work. Calling in all her community activist across the continent and one sharp photographer, Braden Niles, she creates a calendar of hot sexy men to raise money and support.
From one story to another, men are stepping up, and taking it off to help fathers and children in need.

Don’t you want to do your part? One click and you’re in. .99 cents for a limited time. (878 pages)
Meet your men:
Mr. January
Beg for It by Angie Daniels
Three wild erotic nights will have her begging for more…
Mr. February
Got your Six by Erosa Knowles
In the end, the only words he needed were hers in Reclamation: Got your Six by Erosa Knowles.
Mr. March
Succulent by TJ Michaels
Twilight Teahouse ~ Choosing something decadent from our menu…
Mr. April
Stalking Nayla by Yvette Hines
Nayla is being hunted. Shimar has to keep her safe, but convincing her she’s his mate is the real challenge.
Mr. May
Prescription for Love by Seressia Glass
She’s just what the doctor ordered in Prescription for Love
Mr. June
Solomon’s Quest by Serenity King
He’s determined to protect her, but the secrets she keeps may destroy her.
Mr. July
One Hot Dare by Michelle Monkou
When to serve and protect escalates into a sexy dangerous game.
Mr. August
All The Small Things by Stephanie Burke
The more unbearable the pain, the richer the rewards
Mr. September
Inferno by Aliyah Burke
Sometimes the flames aren’t meant to be put out.
Mr. October
Wicked Games by Maureen Smith
Some games are too dangerous to play.
Mr. November
The Ultimate Goal by Di Topaz
Will Justice and Angelique put their difference aside and go for the Ultimate Goal?
Mr. December
Seeking Santa by Latrivia S. Nelson
Alone during the Christmas holidays in a new city, Jade sets out on a mission to find happiness.

Nominate Latrivia Nelson for Best In Black Awards


Hurry, the deadline is July 1st.
I know there have been a few requests to please nominate me for things, but Best In Black in Memphis is something I’ve sworn to participate in. Please take five seconds and nominate RiverHouse Publishing, LLC for best publisher and Latrivia Nelson for best Author.

My address is 1509 Madison Avenue, Memphis, TN 38104, My phone is 878-0107 and my website address is: and
Thank you in advance.

Big Push, Little Time (Books I have to write this year)…Hopefully

I have my hands full.  Right now, I’m in the middle of writing a book, The Grunt 2 (with no expected drop date in sight).  I’m also working out outlines for several other books.  It’s a busy season with no time to skip a day of writing.  Each night after working hard on women’s reproductive rights, I dash home to write sexy love stories.  It’s funny what motivates me these days.  I’ve committed to writing each day, no matter what, with the exception of my wedding night.  You guys can forget that.  God only knows how far I will get. I may cover all of my books (which would be a dream come true) or I might just get out a few.  Please be patient with me.  I’m excited that Seeking Santa will be out as a part of the 12 Alphas 12 Months box set next month, but I have even more to finish.  Just wanted to share the covers with you. Again, I can’t promise when all of this will be done, but I can tell you that it’s coming.

XoXo and all that jazz,

Latrivia Nelson

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20 Question about Latrivia Nelson

Interracial Romance Author Latrivia S. Nelson

Interracial Romance Author Latrivia S. Nelson

Recently, I was asked to answer 20 questions as a part of a larger interview.  Just figured I’d share the answers with you.

Twenty Questions with Ellen Haas

1.    Favorite writing soundtrack?

Miles Davis

Kind of Blue

  1. Favorite color?


  1. Favorite line of clothing?

Every day, Ralph Lauren

Special days, Armani

  1. Favorite perfume?

Couture Deluxe Violet

  1. Favorite adult beverage?

Jack and Coke on the rocks

  1. Favorite time to write?


  1. Favorite wine?

Any good white wine will do.

  1. Favorite piece of jewelry?

My wedding ring

  1. Favorite pen (black or blue)?

Black, ball point

  1. Favorite book?

The Bible followed by Leona Blair’s A World of Difference

  1. Favorite country to visit?


  1. Favorite car?

Mercedes Benz (I’ve been driving them for years, and I’m still in love.)

  1. Favorite time of year?

The cusp of fall

  1. Favorite time of day?


  1. Favorite type of shoe?

Slinky Closed-Toe Stiletto

  1. Favorite shade of lipstick?

Chanel, Matte, 50 LA ROMANESQUE

  1. Favorite city in the US?

Memphis, of course!  Followed by New Orleans, LA

  1. Favorite musician?

Alive – Beyonce

Deceased – Miles Davis

  1. Favorite stimulant to keep writing?

Coffee and a water pill

  1. Favorite Business Suit (Pants, Skirt or Dress)

A-line skirt, heels, cotton T-shirt, suit jacket



Latrivia Nelson Live Today on Dialogue with Deidre


Catch National Bestselling Author Latrivia Nelson today on Dialogue with Deidre @DeidreMalone, as she talks about the fifth book in the Lonely Heart Series, Highness, her upcoming contribution to the 12 Alphas, 12 Months Box set dropping on July 7th, Seeking Santa, and her last book as Latrivia S. Nelson before she marries, The Grunt 2. It’s all happening today Live at 12:00 p.m. on Dialogue with Deidre.

Vote Vasily’s Revenge as the Swirl Awards 2014 Romantic Suspense Book of the Year


4th Annual Swirl Awards Now Open

Vote: Vasily’s Revenge by Latrivia Nelson for Romantic Suspense


Message from Koko:

Today we’ve opened the awards for nominations. The Swirl Awards was created to recognize and promote excellence in romance within the multicultural/interracial genre. So of course, all books are welcome regardless of race, nationality, gender or sexual orientation of the main characters. However, one of the main characters must be a person of color.

Nominations for Interracial/Multicultural novels published in 2014 ONLY will be solicited from authors for the following categories:
• Best Contemporary (non-erotic)
• Best Erotic Contemporary
• Best Historical
• Best Fantasy/Futuristic
• Best Paranormal
• Best Romantic Suspense
• Best Short Novella (10,000-20,000 words) •
All heat levels from erotic to sweet are welcome. But if for some reason, there are fewer than four nominees in a given category, that category will be eliminated from the competition. Entry into the contest is FREE. All submissions should be submitted by July 18, 2015 to

Koko Brown


The Grunt 2: Coming This Summer


The Grunt 2
“Marines don’t know how to spell the word defeat.” Gen. James “Mad Dog” Mattis
Staff Sergeant Brett Black is a decorated, career force recon Marine dedicated to Country, Family and God. Married to the colonel’s daughter, Courtney Black, the father of two and prepping for a promotion, his world is finally on track after a long history of unfortunate events.

However, while on a special op in in Afghanistan, Brett is severely wounded trying to save the life of a friend. Immediately, he is shipped back to the U.S. with the expectation of being medically retired for injuries sustained in the line of duty. Only for a man who has only known one way of life his entire adulthood, the prospect of being kicked of out the Marine Corps creates an internal crisis and an external family conflict. Will he be able to fight back to the man he was to stay in his beloved Corps?

Courtney Black is a new bride with a bubbling stepson and a brand new baby girl; however, she doesn’t want to just be a military wife her entire life. So, when her husband is injured, she sees an opportunity for them to leave Camp LeJeune and start a new adventure across the country, especially when Brett’s son’s biological father comes out of the shadows and threatens to fight for full custody. It’s her job to keep her family together, and for once in her life, she has a new found respect for her mother. Will she be able to find the balance between personal aspirations and family obligation?

Looks like the honeymoon is officially over the Black family. Read the love story about two young hearts as they discover that marriage is nothing about convenience but everything about sacrifice, honor and unity.

The 6th book in the Lonely Heart Series, The Grunt 2, by national bestselling author Latrivia S. Nelson.


Anatoly Medlov: Complete Reign



Chapter 1

Next Day

Prague, Czech Republic


The late morning sun’s fiery blaze awoke Anatoly from his peaceful sleep.  His blue prisms slowly opened to the clear skies shining brightly across the room.  He squinted a bit, wiped his tired eyes and yawned.  Why didn’t his folks have real curtains in their bedroom?  How did they wake up to this every single day? 

Sitting up in the bed, he looked over at the black woman lying in bed beside him.  Her dark skin gave dramatic contrast to the silver sheets that barely covered her long, slender body.  A small grin colored her full lips.  Long, dark, thick hair spilled over onto her pillow. She slept as if she did not have a care in the world.

Bending toward her, he looked at her chest slowly rise and fall.  Peaceful bliss for her but not for him.  Resting his head back on the headboard, he ran his hand through his blonde tendrils and gripped the back of his neck, massaging his aching bones.

Unfortunate for her, he had that familiar feeling again now that he had her – the urge to flee.   At the very moment that she committed, he disassociated.  It was cause and effect for him. He knew it as soon as he finished making love to her.

Sweaty and exhausted, he had collapsed beside her, feeling a million miles away from her body even though it was so close to his own.  She had looked into his eyes and confessed her love for the first time in their pseudo-relationship. And he had whispered in Russian, “Ya ne lyublyu tebya,” (I don’t love you), in response.

She had gone to sleep smiling and oblivious.  He had gone to sleep thinking about his dilemma – how to undo what he had done far too spontaneously.  The tightness in his chest had started immediately, as soon as she spooned against him and closed her big, brown eyes.  His father was right.  It simply would not work.

Now, curled up beside him, wrapped in the sheets, she never felt him when he stirred, when he pulled his body from the bed and quickly slipped on his jeans.

Once fully dressed, he stood by the bed for a while, staring at her and thinking of all that he had put her through and vice versa.

Finally when he had reasoned enough, he grabbed his wallet and keys and slipped out of the bedroom.

The family could take care of her arrangements to get back to Italy to the winery.  He knew that his father would at least – Royal may not.

All he did know was that he couldn’t stay in the condo with her a moment longer.  Now that he knew that she was okay, that she had not been harmed because of him, he could release her.

In fact, he had already released her, whether he liked it or not.  She wasn’t the one.  It was sort of refreshing when he thought of it.  To fall in love with Victoria would be too easy and far too dangerous.  She was like him.  Cunning.  Forward.  Greedy.  His decision would be best for the both of them or at least for him. And that was all that mattered at the end of the day.

It would have been cruel to leave her stranded at his parent’s condo alone, so he left the keys on the kitchen counter for the Bentley.   But he didn’t leave a note.  That was too much.

Words couldn’t express what he was feeling right at the moment anyway.  What was the use of trying?    He’d walk for a while and clear his head.  He just had to get out of the condo and away from her, had to get away from the commitment that was coming.  The looming inevitability of a bad relationship choked him out of the space – drove him to flee.

Opening the front door to the house, he looked back one last time up the stairs and then left.

The sun was just as bright outside as it was in his father’s bedroom.  It shone down on him and fed him the energy he needed to get on with things.  He took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air, slipped on his Aviator shades and headed down the steps towards the walkway.

Looking around at all the well-manicured lawns, the expensive cars and the people walking up and down the sidewalk, he felt a calm that was not possible a minute ago.

This place was such a far cry from the life he had known when he was a boy.  Everyone here was privileged.  They had no clue what it was like to struggle, to fight for every crumb.  But then again, neither did he anymore.

Life was good, but his was pushing him to get back to Memphis.  His business could not run itself.  There were things to do, people to see, money to make, guns to sell.

Catching a taxi a few miles outside of the upscale, gated community, he ordered the small Indian man to take him straight to the airport.  He would bypass heading back to the countryside to his father’s chateau.  Dmitry would understand.  His father was like that.  He was wise in his years because of the women that he had gone through before meeting his wife, Royal.  Only Victoria was not his Royal.    There was nothing anyone could do about that.

Within the hour, he was on the tarmac of a private airstrip with a cup of tea and a cigarette, preparing to board his private jet and head back to the states from Prague.

Still smelling like sex from the night before, he threw his cigarette down and headed up the stairs to his plane.  The metal clanged under the weight of his heavy boots as he quickly made his way up.  When he got to the top, he turned around and looked over the airstrip.

Finally, so far away from the condo, he could breathe again.  The tightness in his chest had subsided.  But he did wonder if she was awake yet, if she had found the keys, put the pieces together and figured out what he didn’t have the nerve to tell her.  Goodbye. Take care.  Don’t call.

“Welcome back, Mr. Medlov,” the flight attendant said, offering to take his nearly empty cup.

Turning away from Prague, he passed his Styrofoam container to her and took off his shades.

“Thanks, Karen,” he said, feeling a sense of relief.

“Let’s get out of here, da.”


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Dmitry’s Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen (Book Two of the Medlov Crime Family Series)

Dmitrys Royal Flush

From the popular multicultural author, Latrivia S. Nelson, comes the highly anticipated second installment of the Medlov Crime Family Series, Dmitry’s Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen. For Dmitry and Royal Medlov, money doesn’t equal happiness. Forced to leave Memphis, TN and flee to Prague after a brutal mafia war, the couple nestled into the countryside to raise their daughter, Anya, and lead a safe, quiet life. But when Dmitry’s son, Anatoly, shows up with an offer he can’t refuse, Dmitry is forced to go back to the life he left as boss of the most feared criminal organization in world. Consequently, the deal could not only destroy the Medlov Crime Family but also Dmitry and Royal. Royal hasn’t been the same since she was attacked three years ago. Where she used to be a sweet, innocent girl, she’s now the jaded, bitter mistress of the Medlov Chateau. However, a reality check is in store for the pre-Madonna when Anya’s new teacher shows up with her sights set on stealing Dmitry, and Ivan’s old ally shows up with his sights on killing him. Can Royal save them all? Will she? With a family in such turmoil, the only way to survive is to stick together. Read the gripping tale of a marriage strong enough to stand the test of time as Dmitry realizes that he has the best cards in the house as long as he has a Royal Flush.


Print Length: 338 pages

Publisher: RiverHouse Publishing, LLC; 3 edition (July 1, 2010)

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Game of Thrones Finale = Prilosec

91Co9j-UotL._SL1500_I’m a big fan of Game of Thrones. I’ve been watching the series since the very first episode on HBO.  In fact in five years, I’ve missed only a handful of Sundays.  I’m invested in many of the characters and happy when the people that I hate end up dead.  But when someone I love is killed on the show, OMG, I need to take one of my Prilosec!!!

Last night, I needed my meds.  Watching John Snow be stabbed was like watching someone drain my banking account.  Shag was sitting beside me, holding my hand, but I was nearly off the bed in tears. I screamed at the television and beat the pillow. You don’t do that to the sexiest man on the show. (I’ve got the sexiest man in my life beside me watching the show).

Let me just say that the writing of this show is ingenious.  So when I say that the Game of Thrones finale sucked, I don’t mean that the writing was horrible. It was great. I mean killing the man that I love on the show SUCKED.  John Snow was supposed to win everything!Game-Thrones-Season-5-Finale-Recap-Jon-Snow-Dead

I’m praying for a comeback.  I’m praying for the White Walkers to show up and touch Snow and make him wake up or have the Red Hag save him. I just don’t want him to die off the show. PLEASE!!!

And the Queen of Dragons.  Is she going back to what she once was or is she restocking her army?  I hope her dragon isn’t sick.  Poor thing.  He was cast to the side and guess who was there when she needed him?  Yep. The dragon is officially a red headed step child.  I wanted to see more of her (gameofthronesdragons

Then, did anyone notice that the Mountain (murderer, rapist and protector of Lanister trash) looked inhuman? Cersei is allowed to walk naked through the town as atonement for her crimes and we believe that suddenly she has found goodness?  Come on, she flaunted her incest babies all over the city for their entire lives.  DO YOU THINK MAKING HER WALK NAKED IS GOING TO CHANGE HER. She’s going to steal the Queen of Dragons dragons and burn the entire city.  Bet $2 on it.


One other question.  Did Sansa jump to her death?  It sort of looked like it.  If she did, I can’t really blame her.  The side-chick’s explanation of how they were going to use her lady parts was a bit much.  Finally, we saw a little response from wreak, though I can never tell what he is going to do.  He’s not a wild card in a good way.  I really wanted to see what the splatter of the crazy side piece looked like up close, but that’s just me being a little psycho.


Arya got a little justice.  Not much. Her teacher stresses her out where I’ll near to share my script with her.  She did get to write someone off her list.  That was written perfectly.  The amount of brutality to women on this show makes me want to drink, so when we get a little opportunity to give some back, I want it to be BLOODY!!  Ok. Okay.  I’ll calm down.


I’m sorry but the next season can’t get here fast enough.


Patiently waiting,


The Medlov Crime Family #MedlovCrime

Dmitrys Closet

From author Latrivia S. Nelson, author of the epic romance Ivy’s Twisted Vine, comes a story about Memphis, TN, a deadly faction of the Russian mafia and an innocent woman who dismantles an empire.

Orphaned virgin Royal Stone is looking for employment in one of the country’s toughest recessions. What she finds is the seven-foot, blonde millionaire Dmitry Medlov, who offers her a job as the manager of his new boutique, Dmitry’s Closet. After she accepts his job offer, she soon accepts his gifts, his bed and his lifestyle. What she does not know is that her knight in shining armor is also the head of the Medlov Organized Crime Family, a faction of the elite Russian mafia organization, Vory v Zakone.

Falling in love with the clueless Royal makes Dmitry want to break his coveted code, leave his self-made empire and start a life far away from the perils of the Thieves-in-Law. Only, his brother, Ivan, comes to the Memphis from New York City bent on a murderous revenge.

With the FBI and Memphis Police Department working hard to build a case against Dmitry and his brother trying to kill him, he is forced to tell Royal of his true identity, but Royal also is keeping a secret – one that changes everything.

Who will win? Who will lose? Who will die? Watch all the skeletons as they tumble out of the urban literature sensation Dmitry’s Closet.

Warning: This book contains graphic language, sex, and various forms of violence. However, it will also melt your heart!

This book is the first of The Medlov Crime Family Series.




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It’s all about time…

A woman sent me an email that sounded like she was in distress the other day. She had recently become an author and she was still working a full time job plus juggling a family, kids and a private life.  Sound familiar?  So many of us have to do this.  I shared with her and I will share with all of you.  THE KEY TO SURVIVING IS TIME.


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Latrivia Nelson will soon be Latrivia Welch

Latrivia Nelson is Latrivia Welch

I’m so excited, as anyone in my position would be. I’m going to be married soon to Bruce Welch and with that comes the awesome responsibility of personal re-branding. Should I take his surname or should I keep my current name? Well, that was a no brainer for me. I’m so proud to take his name and to become his wife.

With that, I’ve got 50,000 fans who know me as Latrivia Nelson instead of Latrivia Welch and now my PR team (consists of like 2 people outside of me, LOL), has to develop a full strategy in branding me online and in stores. God, help them.

So, we’ve decided that every single day as we count down to the big nuptials, there will be something posted online on various platforms to let you guys know to look for Latrivia Welch as soon as I say I DO.

Don’t worry. You won’t miss a thing. We’ll post pictures of the nuptials. We’ll post pictures of the honeymoon. We’ll also be sharing fun photos of our three years together leading up to us joining our lives together before God, Family and Government.

Also, we’re so happy to announce a new website that will be available as soon as we tie the knot.

If you have ideas of how we can get the word out, please share below. I’m always looking to hear from you. Also, please save the artwork and share it on your social media as we post.  We can’t get the word out without you. And before I move on, let me thank the fab team at RiverHouse (Megan & Tristen) for their hard work and ideas on how to better promote this life experience.

XoXo and all that jazz,
Latrivia Nelson (for now)

Have you watched #FLOTUS and Her Workout? It’s the bomb!!


Okay, I’ve always loved my POTUS and FLOTUS.  I’m so proud of them and so proud to be led by them, but her new workouts are really exciting.  Never has a FLOTUS been so proactive about getting people in shape in the country – which we need.  Check out the video and don’t forget to follow President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama on Twitter.  Let’s flood them with positive messaging to fight the negative messages out there.  The good always outshines the bad.


Also, check out The New York Times and their article released on yesterday about FLOTUS and her Let’s Move campaign.




B.B. King Has Passed. A Sad Day

You know, I always thought my grandfather looked so much like BB King. And when I was growing up, I was addicted to The Thrill is Gone. I would listen to that song all the time. And my grandparents didn’t stop me. Granddaddy never really mined me listening to old songs, it was just the BET “beep bop” that seemed to drive him mad. I was, after all, five decades younger than my grandparents. Fifty years behind them. But we did agree on one thing. B.B. King was the King of Blues. And even though granddaddy was a preacher, didn’t curse or drink. He did like a little blues. And so did I.

What shocked me even more was that my grandfather, the awesome man that he is, knew B.B. King. He had met Anna Mae (Tina Turner) and knew B.B. King! Well, they were not best buddies, but the fact that he knew him…that they knew each other, blew my mind. Granddaddy became even more of a rock star in my eyes, which was hard, because he was one miracle from walking on water in my eyes.

Today, we have lost a legend. In his life, he witnessed so much. Segregation. Desegregation. The assassination of Dr. King, Malcom X, and President Kennedy, but he also was alive to witness the first African-American (Multicultural) President of the United States.

He died today at 89 in Las Vegas. Riley B. King lived a long life. The Mississippi native’s reign as “king of the blues” lasted more than six decades and straddled two centuries, influencing a generation of rock and blues musicians, from Eric Clapton and Stevie Ray Vaughan, to Sheryl Crow and John Mayer.
B.B. King, though unknowingly appeared in Highness, my last book. Well, his songs received a cameo.

The CD player switched songs and another B.B. King ballad played. The Ghetto Woman turned on, making the already dismal scene more depressing.
Hearing the words and playing of Lucille in Hope’s ears made her stomach knot up into little balls, and the tears that she tried hard to stop poured out from her diaphragm.


I guess that you could say that even after growing up, my love for B.B. King still finds its way back into my life.

Mississippi lost a son, Memphis lost a icon, the world lost a legend.
So here is to B.B. King today. Let’s raise our coffee mugs and send him off with a prayer for his daughter and family and recognition that he lived.


Latrivia S. Nelson


Interracial Romance for the Woman of Discriminating Tastes (bw/wm)

I was quoted the other day as saying that my books were for women of discriminating tastes. And I really feel as though that statement is accurate. The reason that I feel that this statement is accurate is because every once in a while I take a look at the profiles of the women on social media who support my work (ok, I stalk them). And I can really say is wow. They are amazing women doing amazing things all over the entire world, and they love my work. So it must be edifying in some way. And to be edifying to women who are basically conquers in their own right is like the self-esteem of a cook who feeds chef Ramsey (not to mention that life is very much like Hell’s Kitchen).

These women are mothers, grandmothers, single feisty women, doctors, lawyers, business owners, nurses and administrative giants, scientists, activists…I could go on. The point is that I realize that there is a big difference between knowing your market (which in bw/wm books is basically spelled out for you) and knowing your market, which is me trolling the social media sites to read posts and celebrate birthdays, new cars and even new relationships with my readers. So, I’m proud to say it again. I am an author of interracial romance for women of discriminating tastes

These women are educated, driven, successful warriors in their own right and they still like a little romance in their lives. I’m happy to provide the entertainment.


Let’s run the world.
Latrivia S. Nelson



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Honored to be recognized for Dmitry’s Closet by GoodReads as one of the best Romance Suspense books of all time

Dmitrys Closet

I love every book that I write, specifically, because I write them for my readers.  I want to give my fans something to think on, whether good or bad.


Dmitry’s Closet was my first book under RiverHouse Publishing, the company that I own.  I was so nervous when I posted the book on Amazon in  2010 until I literally had a panic attack.  It wasn’t that I thought the book was good; it was me hoping that the book was good enough for my readers.


This morning, I received over 100 texts and emails telling me that Goodreads had selected my first work (1 out of 19 from RiverHouse) to be selected for their 100 Romantic Reads.  When I read the copy, it literally brought tears to my eyes. I was happy, and for me that is a really monumental word.  Happy.  I was actually happy!


I want to take the time to thank all of those fans who encouraged me, despite my lack of resources, to follow my dreams and who also supported me by purchasing and reading my work.  I want to thank all of those fans who loved the book but had critical critiques that I then used to help make the book better, and I want to thank all of those fans who after reading the book and know my handicaps, still gave me a 4.0 in stars or above.


When people take the time out of their lives to compliment you, don’t take it for granted.  This is coming from experience – not a high horse.  Relish in the compliments.  Learn from the critiques and grow to be a better person and a better author.


I look back at my first work, at the pain I put Laura Sitterson through by making her read it in its infancy stages, and it brings tears to my eyes, because we ushered in a new sub-genre.
Thank you for this recognition, Goodreads.  Thank you to all my fans and to all the writers who followed up with amazing stories of their own.




Latrivia S. Nelson

Interracial Romance Author




The Lunch Debacle: Lesson Number 222015


Some might say that I’m in full engagement mode.  When I’m not writing a book, tending to a business, tending to my career or most importantly being a mom, I’m focused on December 19th, the day that I will say I do to my fiancé.  In preparation for the big day, I’ve set aside some goals that need to be accomplished.

  1. Lose 20 pounds
  2. Plan the ultimate honeymoon
  3. Have an unforgettable engagement that ends with an unforgettable wedding

Part of item number one includes a new diet.  This diet (my enemy) requires me to bring my lunch to work.  Well, I don’t know about you, but it’s good in theory, but even when you get that pretty little lunch box to work, it’s still hard not to use that one hour of alone time to get take out.

This is a new lesson that I have to learn.  Discipline.  You can learn a lot about yourself when you have a choice between carrots and Lean Cuisine or a fully-loaded sandwich with secret sauce!!!

Excerpt from Highness

In Michael’s very privileged life, he had had the opportunity to visit every continent in the world, travel every ocean; he had sat with royalty from over fifty countries and dined at their personal tables; he had stood on battle fields and observed destruction and victory; he had drunk champaign 8,850 meters above sea level atop Mount Everest; he had played volley ball with a sheik on sun bleached sand with sun bleached beauties and charted a $4.8 billion yacht with a Malaysian general, but never once had he had the pleasure of visiting a Super Wal-Mart.

This dynamic retailer was packed with everything from sugar cookies and radio tires to double-barrel shotguns – all in one very convenient location, all reasonable priced, all on sale twenty-four hours a day and all under devil-awful florescent lights.  This place was so liked by Americans until it only closed on Christmas Day.

And he could see why.

He loved this place too.

The only thing he didn’t love was having to wait in line like the rest of the working-class stiffs.  One almost needed to buy a book to bide the time away.  How could you have ten lines and only two workers?  The idea perplexed him.

As he passed by the many families scurrying about the large store in deep conversation or maneuvering with their cell phones stuck to their faces and hands, he found himself completely entertained by the varying wardrobes, the deep southern drawls and overall informality of the place.

To his amazement, he was knee deep in common life.  He saw sagging pants, too tight skirts, shorts that were more like briefs, women wearing way too much makeup, old women with bad wigs, and kids with offensively snotty noses.  So not only could one get everything that was on their shopping list, they could also get a communicable disease.


Fixed Fight for Rourke in Russia


I saw this on MSN news and thought it was interesting and might make for a good part of an upcoming story….

In a startling and completely unexpected confession, Elliot Seymour, the 1-9 pro boxer who fought actor Mickey Rourke in Russia last month, has admitted that their bout was fixed.

When 62-year-old actor and former amateur boxer Mickey Rourke obliterated Elliot Seymour in their exhibition match in Russia, boxing aficionados were immediately quick to point out that Rourke could potentially be the superstar at heavyweight who could immediately threaten Wladimir Klitschko and “curbstomp” Deontay Wilder with one hand tied behind his back. To refresh your memory, here were the two bone-chilling knockdowns that forced the 2nd round stoppage.

Sadly, this feel-good story has taken a turn for the worse. Seymour, who is unbeaten in 1 of his 10 career pro fights, spoke with TMZ Sports and made the disappointing confession that this fight wasn’t actually legitimate after all.

Elliot Seymour tells TMZ Sports the deal was he would go down from a body shot in the 2nd round … and he would get $15,000 — $10k up front and the rest when he got back to the U.S.


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Bestselling Novelist Hopes to Expand from Books to Screen

         (November 16, 2014 – Los Angeles)  Bestselling Interracial Romance Author Latrivia Nelson recently signed a one-year contract with esteemed talent agent, Tracy Christian, Partner at TCA JEDROOT, based out of Los Angeles, California.  The indie author, based out of Memphis, TN, has written 20 novels, including 8 bestsellers from the popular Medlov Crime Family Series, Lonely Heart Series and Agosto Series.

“I’m truly excited about the possibilities, which could be endless,” said Nelson.  “When I received the call from Ms. Christian, I was both honored and impressed with her presentation of TCA JED ROOT and the synergy that we could create. Their track record in this industry is phenomenal and Tracy truly is an inspiration.  I was happy to sign the contract, and I’m looking forward to working with her team to take my books from print to the small or big screen.”

Nelson was the first in the sub-genre of interracial romance to write about organized crime syndicates as a central focus of her storylines.  Centered on the Russian mafia, she created a series of books that have been sold worldwide in over 124 countries and has a base of over 50,000 fans.  Since her books launched in 2010, the genre has exploded with interracial romantic suspense novels about Russian, Italian and other fictitious international bad boys, but she has maintained her position as not only a pioneer but a genre leader.

“When I started my company over two and half years ago, I knew the thing that would set us apart in the industry is because we only represent clients that we are passionate about and have a plan for,” said Tracy Christian.   “Latrivia Nelson definitely falls into that category.  We are looking forward to helping shape her career in the industry.”

TCA Jed Root specializes in actors and producers of television series such as the Love and Hip Hop franchise (Vh1) and Kandi Factory (Bravo) The company’s clients include personalities on The Real Housewives of Atlanta (Bravo), What Not to Wear (TLC), and actors such as Tommy Flanagan, Busta Rhymes, Jamie Hector, Paz de la Huerta, and many more.

For more information on Latrivia Nelson visit her website at or contact Tracy Christian at

 The Carter Malone Group is the public relations agency of record for Latrivia Nelson and RiverHouse Publishing, LLC.


New Interracial Romance (bw/wm). Please enjoy and share

You know I love the videos that my team pulls together.  They are creative, fun and they showcase some amazing couples.  Well, here is a new one that I hope that you’ll share with all of your peeps and on all your social media sites.


Next Book From Latrivia: Highness


Prince Michael has always been England’s bad boy. Handsome, confident and completely untraditional, many of his antics garnered front-page news and international headlines over the years.  However, once he gets engaged to a woman of note, he finally become a man that his mother, The Queen of England, can be proud of.  Too bad, the world wind romance is short lived.

Catastrophe: After calling off the wedding to Thalia, his brother Richard convinces him to get out of the public eye and covertly go to the United States for a while where he hopes that Michael will gain a little more respect for his title and position by living as a commoner, and so the media won’t keep catching him in other women’s beds.  To make the situation a little more discrete, they pick the small town of Hernando, Mississippi for their experiment.  Normally, Michael would have considered the entire proposal laughable, but the constant fallout from the breakup make what started out as a preposterous suggestion a pliable solution.

Hope Daniels is on top of the world. Working on a collection of art to display in a few months after signing a major deal, she feverishly is working toward her deadline, when suddenly disaster strikes.  After being in a head-on collision with a drunk driver, she is left temporarily blind and completely alone. With no one to help take care of her, her agent pushes her to hire someone to help her around the house until her sight comes back.  After the most ridiculous interview ever, she finally agrees to hire handyman, Beau Michaels, not knowing that her help is actually the royal variety.

Blessing:  Michael’s never been understood, mostly because his beauty and title have always gotten in the way of any sincere connection with a woman, but with Hope blind to his looks and unaware of his true status, he is forced to be himself for the first time ever.

With his majesty waiting on Hope hand and foot, and Hope feeding Michael’s soul with more than pomp and circumstance, their connection becomes electric.

Only what happens when she can see again and he finally sees what he wants in life?

Read the fifth book in The Lonely Heart Series by National Bestselling Author Latrivia S. Nelson, Highness. Coming Soon.


The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Volume 7 is here

V7 Cover

Only the dead have seen the end of war… Plato

Just a few months after the death of Dmitry Medlov’s girlfriend, Elsa, he is back in London, trying to salvage what he can of Hutton Enterprises. As a young, inexperienced businessman, his only options lead him to accept failure in order to avoid complete defeat.

However, true to Dmitry’s complex life as a Russian mob boss and a billionaire business mogul, he is forced to deal with not only the hard truths of bad business acumen but also bad blood in his family

In the wake of the big announcement for Hutton Industries, an old but beautiful acquaintance resurfaces, reminding him of how he arrived at his financial success. For Dmitry, it could be a fresh start with a woman whom he messed over for more ambitious endeavors. For Ivan, however, it’s an opportunity to get from under his brother’s thumb and begin to fix a growing problem with the Irish drug dealers that he’s had working secretly for him for years.

The two brothers struggle to gain more independence in their lives but their decisions set them on a violent clash with unchangeable collateral damage. Read the short story that finally turns the famed Dmitry Medlov and Ivan Medlov from warring brothers to blood enemies in only one day.

Prologue for The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Volume 7

Oxford University
Oxfordshire, England

On a classic British autumn Wednesday of metallic gray skies, clean, brisk winds and multi-colored Sycamore trees, an afternoon lecture was taking place on the campus of Oxford University that was causing the masses to converge upon one of its most sacred buildings in record-breaking numbers.
The Sheldonian Theatre, situated in the city’s center, has long been a ceremonial gem. The eight-sided, historic fixture adorned with detailed tapestry, awe-striking brick masonry and overall old world opulence, was perfectly fitting for hosting the world’s most, powerful and wealthy crime lord.
Dmitry Medlov remembered visiting the campus many years back as a young man, when he attended his former lover Elsa’s graduation. Even then, after seeing so much in the world, he had been in complete won-der of the stately institution’s beauty. He still remembered feeling small and insignificant on campus and in comparison to the great thinkers who had matriculated here.
However, never in a million years, did he think that he would be a guest lecturer for its most prominent criminal justice academic community.
The appeal had come via FedEx and de-livered to the front door of his palatial mansion in Prague. Royal had delivered it with urgency, thinking that it had something to do with their son.

When he had first received the invitation from Oxford, he had understandably dis-missed it. There was no way that he was going to allow himself to be put on display for greenhorns and their ridiculous journals.
However, his son Maxim – one of those reluctant greenhorns – had begged him profusely to change his mind, arguing that, “Everyone already knows who you are and what you do. Now the University would like to understand why. Do this for me, please, Papa?”
His boy. His very own greenhorn.
The rest was history.
Unable to deny his son’s request, he accepted the invitation against his other children’s wishes. It was probably their urging not to do it that made him want to speak. He might have retired but he was by no means….soft.
After all, it wasn’t him who was in charge of the Medlov Crime Family any-more, and it wasn’t as if he was going to give any real specifics about any illegal activities that had taken place over the years.
In essence, he would just speak on the perception the world had of him throughout the decades, and how wrong they all were.
Now in front of a lecture hall full of over 1,000 hungry college students, professors, reporters, and curious fans with eyes glued to him and ears opened wide ready to receive his every word, Dmitry stood behind the podium in his signature, tailored black three-piece suit in complete silence.
The entire lecture hall was ominously still, waiting on bated breath for an answer to the question just posed by the student standing at that microphone.


A woman, whose resemblance to Elsa was uncanny, stood up during the Q&A and posed very specific questions to him. “Why did you feel the need to acquire so much wealth in your life? And do you feel that that greed has affected your ability to really be human?”
Dmitry raised a brow at the question. He could tell that despite the department’s previous assurances, this was not going to be a soft ball interrogation. With careful thought, he mulled through endless experi-ences to arrive at an answer appropriate for her delicate mind.
She deserved an answer and in some way, it was karma-like that he’d be addressed by a woman who reminded him so much of a past that started right here on the campus where Elsa had experienced some of her most exciting and turbulent times.
The gray on the sides of his golden blonde hair was accented even more by the gold rimmed glasses angled downward on his perfect nose. He rubbed his brow and looked down at his hand-scribbled notes under the desk light. Clearing his throat, he balled up the papers.
Bending toward the microphone, his bari-tone voice boomed and echoed throughout the acoustically superior room. “I never set out to acquire the wealth that I have been blessed to have acquired. I actually just wanted to not starve to death, and more than that, I didn’t want my little brother, a man whom I saw more like a son, to starve to death. This is one of those times when the saying the road to hell is paved with good intentions actually fits.”
Dmitry smiled a little, thinking of Ivan when he was yet a boy standing on the pavement outside of their old apartment in Moscow waiting on him to return from prison. A tear started to form in the side of his eye, but he quickly pushed it back. In his older years, he often thought of his brother often and often with painful side effects.
“We were beyond poor, and so alone, but we were determined to take our destiny into our own hands and make something of our futures. When you have that type of deter-mination, nothing is impossible, not even becoming a billionaire. And when you have that type of experience, nothing makes you more human.”
Maxim Medlov was sitting in the front row of the large group with the other col-leagues of his class in a pair of tweed slacks, a white button down shirt and a sweater, looking as splendid as a man of his stature should.
More of an academic than any other child of Dmitry’s, Maxim had grown into a hand-some, tall, young man with dark striking features and an equally striking thirst for knowledge.
Boasting ink black wavy hair curled at the nape of his neck, wearing silver-rimmed glasses over his bright blue eyes the color of a London topaz and looking so much like Ivan until it made his mother sick, he often was referred to as the “Clark Kent of the Medlov men.”
Only, despite all of his heavenly features, there was nothing adventurous about Max-im. He was a settled man who believed in reasoning and non-violence.
Even as a boy, he had always asked the question why and now in his adulthood, he sought out the reasons as a budding educa-tor, destined to be a professor at this very same institution. In fact, if his future was simply based upon the large endowment that Dmitry had given the school, Maxim’s grandchildren would also be professors here as well.
Watching his father answer the questions so candidly made him shift in his seat in discomfort. Maxim knew this scene would only anger Konstantin, his twin brother, more. He looked over across the room to find Konstantin glaring at him with an angry scowl on his face.
Dutifully standing guard over their be-loved father, Konstantin looked around the room covertly, scanning for threats. To say that he did not want to be here was a su-preme understatement. He loathed these philosophical types with all their tree hug-ging and non-violent ideals. He had seen that the world was made up of wolves and sheep, and nothing in between. It was sick-ening to him that their father had indulged his wimpy, simple-minded brother with this blasphemous request, and he had made sure to tell everyone just that at dinner last night right before he stormed off to be alone and brood.


Konstantin was the polar opposite of Maxim. While both were over 7’ tall, Kon-stantin was an extremely muscular, pure blonde, blue-eyed, olive-skinned monster of a man with a deep voice, brooding, rugged good looks, and possessing true Vor mental-ity.
He had quit college in his third year, re-fusing to further his education. Instead, he took a job under Anya and served as the Head of Security for Medlov Enterprises.
He had been the second of the children to move out of the family home, and was al-ways the one with the shortest temper.
His mother, Royal, was completely against it all, knowing that the company was a front for the Medlov Organized Crime Family’s larger and more criminal global operations. She wanted more for her son than be relegated to the same rules of his previous generation. But he wanted to fol-low in the footsteps of his father, his big brother Anatoly, and sister.
Still, what could anyone do about the boy quitting school?
Dmitry’s final word was that Konstantin was a man, capable of making his own decisions. He felt that he had equipped him with all the tools he needed to make his own life decisions. And if Konstantin wanted to follow in the Vor way, there was no way that he would deny him the opportunity.
Anatoly, was completely behind their fa-ther’s decision and had become his biggest advocate in all family decisions.
Anya could think of nothing better than having one of her baby brothers by her side, along with her husband, Semyon. As the first woman to reign in such a capacity, loyalty was a hard commodity to come by and she would never turn down someone she knew that she could trust.
Maxim was too much of an intellect to even weigh in on the decision. And even if he had, no one would have listened.
Then there was the baby girl of the fami-ly. Demi was, as usual, unaffected by the family feud. She was off planning a wedding and refusing to even accept that her family was associated with the Vor. Maxim would always comment that Demi had drunk the Kool-Aid and was now hopelessly blind to what their family had done in the world while gaining personal wealth.
Dmitry huffed and gazed out over the crowd. “The question of nature versus nurture could be better evaluated at my home. Do you breed criminals or are they born? Some in this world, though I’ve never been convicted of a crime as an adult, would say that I am a criminal.” His eye twitched. “I would ask the question, what billionaire is not a criminal?”
Everyone laughed.
“Show me one, and I’ll show you a man or woman who inherited billions but does not yet control it, because any time that you have that type of wealth and you are in control, something is bound to go wrong.” Scratching his throat, he straightened his long back. “My children have truly made me see what’s important in this life. They have also shown me that despite your best efforts, once they are adults, you have to let them make their own decisions. Even if you tell them a 100 times not to do what you have done…sometimes they still follow in your footsteps.”
Just then, the doors in the back of the lec-ture hall opened and with it came a bright light, cool air and a breathtakingly beautiful tall woman. She appeared through the double doors wearing a black leather jacket cut to fit her small waist and wide shoulders and a matching black leather skirt tapered to fit her wide hips and long legs down to the knee. Although she was well over 6’ tall, she wore leather stilettos that tied at the ankle making her appear even larger than life.
Busty and voluptuous, she walked with a powerful stride, hips moving with a mean sway. The diamonds in her ears, on her neck, her wrist, and finger caught the light and reflected across the room. Throwing her silky black hair over her shoulder, it landed perfectly down her back and feathered around her angelic face.
She strode in with all eyes watching in sheer admiration and curiosity. Right be-hind her were five enormous men, all wear-ing suits, and all very menacing in their appearance.
Dmitry paused, giving his daughter the moment her presence commanded. How she reminded him of her mother. She was al-ways draped in diamonds, always beautiful and always powerful.
“Speak of the devil,” he said, winking at Anya.
“Better late than never, Papa,” she said, walking down the aisle to the very front of the room.
Five scholars on the front row opposite Maxim stood up and moved as if on cue, far too intimidated by the woman to wait for her entourage to ask them to relocate.
Arrogantly, she removed her designer shades and sat down beside her brother. With a venomous glare, she smiled at him. “Enjoying your little show Maxim?” she asked under her breath.
She looked over at Konstantin who was eyeing her every move and smiled at him proudly. How she loved her Konstantin.
“Nice of you to add to the conversation, sestra,” Maxim said, rolling his eyes. He adjusted his glasses in frustration. “If you had let me know that you were coming, there would have been no need to strong arm innocent students for their seats. I would have reserved a few seats for you and your private army.” He looked at the men sitting beside her, so large until they barely fit in the chairs, and sucked in a frustrated breath.
Without asking, he was certain there were more of them outside, causing a scene and circling the perimeter of the building as if she was the Queen of England.
Anya huffed. “Well, there was no way in hell that I was going to allow you to just throw just Papa to these wolves.”
“They are not wolves,” Maxim answered suggestively.
“Really? Then why are they circling like wolves around him? Anyway…you know the saying, where there is one Medlov, there are many. Admit it or not, brother, you knew that I’d be here. I’ll always be here.” Anya crossed her long legs and blew her father an endearing kiss. “Please continue, Papa. Forgive my tardiness and interrup-tion.”
“No apologies needed, princess. I would wait for you until the end of time,” Dmitry said, picking up where he left off with more vigor. “Where was I? Yes, nature versus nurture…”


Throwback to The World in Reverse

It’s almost time for me to start that year-long walk with Nicola Agosto.  As you all know, it literally takes a year to write his books.  They are always long and they are always complicated.  There is so much grown to cover with Johnson, the Medlov family and his wife.  We know that he’s now Deputy Director of the Memphis Police Department, but we don’t know what he’s walking into with this new business deal on President’s Island.  No matter what, it’s sure to be a hellacious ride.

As throwback to the second book in the Agosto Series, here is an old interview in my neck of the woods.


The World in Reverse Interview with Latrivia Nelson

The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Volume 7 will be released on Saturday, October 25th

V7 Cover

I know to so many this project is just a short story. It’s one of 12 short stories in the series about Dmitry Medlov before he met Royal.  But my Medlovian women (oh that rowdy group of gals) are expecting excellence in each and every chapter.

In reading over my work on last night, I just wasn’t satisfied with the story yet. 100 pages of a short story that is supposed to leave you cursing me for more.  Don’t get me wrong. It’s fire, but it’s not ON fire.  So then, the debate happened.  I questioned if meeting a deadline was better than meeting YOUR expectations with my work.  And the answer came up, unequivocally NO.

This is why I’m pushing the book back one week. The 100 pages that we present to you need to knock your socks off, or at least make you want to take off your shoes and curl up to your e-reader.  Speaking of which, do people name theirs?  My e-book reader is named LUCY.  Anyway…

This series means so much to me. It’s the exploration of the mind behind the mature Russian billionaire who grew to be a worldwide leader of underworld munitions and the many relationships that he had to foster and forget.  In Dmitry’s Closet, we have a new understanding of the thick tension between Dmitry and Ivan in their first meeting when he arrived to Memphis from New York many years after the Chronicles has taken place.  We understand why Dmitry did not want Royal anywhere near Ivan, and after V7, we’ll understand why Ivan swore revenge for Arie.

The backstory makes everything fun. And this backstory is dedicated to all of you.  But I can’t dedicate something to you that I know is half done.  I’m asking for your forgiveness and understanding that we’re we a week off the mark, but somehow, I think you’re going to be entertained when it’s finally in your hands.

Chealsea Clinton Brings Home New Baby


I don’t know about you, but as a die hard Clinton fan (still a die hard Obama fan also, but just keep in mind I love the New York Yankees and Boston Red Sox), I was celebrating with the family when they brought home their new bundle of joy.

Chelsea Clinton, 34, carried newborn Charlotte Mezvinsky as she left New York City’s Lenox Hill Hospital on Tuesday, accompanied by her husband, Mark Mezvinsky, and proud grandparents Hillary and Bill Clinton. (9/30/14)

Our Presidential Families are as close as we get to royalty and that’s close enough for me.  I’m very happy that Charlotte is healthy, happy and safe.  Sending blessing her way.

XoXo and all that jazz,



Vasily’s Revenge: The Complete Story is out!!!

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Well, I kept my promise. I made my deadline of September 30th to drop Vasily’s Revenge: The Complete Story.  I’m really excited about this one, simply because of its history.  When the Scandalous Heroes Box Set Authors approached me about writing a book, I was trying to figure out what character to be developed more.  Karen Moss was in love with Vasily and I thought, perfect, I’ll focus in on that.  Well, I didn’t realize how much I would enjoy writing his story.  I had a chance also to talk more about the relationship between Gabriel Medlov and his live-in girlfriend along with how Dmitry felt his organization should continue to be structured.

We’re going to have a book discussion tonight over at the Latrivia Nelson Love Pub on Facebook. You are welcome to Join and Swing by for a fun conversation. It’s also available on Amazon’s Kindle and Barnes and Noble’s Nook as of today.

Now, I’m off to finish writing The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Volume 7. Then we switch to the Lonely Hearts.  Can’t wait and couldn’t have done it without all of you.


Vasily Kavlov has been proud of one title in his life, head enforcer of the Medlov Organized Crime Family. As a Russian Mafia hit man, his entire purpose has been to protect his bosses and their families without prejudice. However, even the bravest hit man has loved at least once. To Vasily’s detriment, it was his former boss, Leo Rasputin’s wife, Lilly. After sticking his neck out once in the name of love to protect her, he was nearly killed and then discarded by the very man who had sworn allegiance. Given a second and better chance with Dmitry Medlov and his men, Vasily focused on climbing the ranks and becoming lauded by his brethren. Now the head of security for the Czar of the Underworld, a feared and revered faction of the Vory v Zakone, he put all ideas of love aside and follows the code of the Thieves-in-Law. That is until Leo breaks out of Attica and tries to hunt down Lilly in an attempt to take her life. Secret pacts between men and women come unbound as the race against time for $20 million in diamonds, unveils the truth for Vasily. He might not only carry the title of enforcer but also the title of father of Lilly’s eight year old son. Hiding them under the guard of the Medlov family, he must find the diamonds, find the men responsible for the set up and finally find out the truth. Read the first book in the new series about the most famous fiction Russian Mafia family in books, The Medlov Men, by national bestselling author Latrivia S. Nelson.


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