Dmitry’s Closet is still on Amazon’s Bestseller List and Mae Reads Reviewed the Book

Hi Everyone,

Mae Reads reviewed Dmitry’s Closet on YouTube. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to hear from my fans. Take a look and check it out. Shout out to Mae.

Also, speaking of Dmitry’s Closet, it’s still on the Amazon’s Bestseller’s List. I’m so honored and so proud of your support.  You know, when I first published this book back in January of 2010, no one was writing bwwm mafia books.  So, people took it with mixed emotions.  I got my butt handed to me on a few of the reviews, LOL, but the overwhelming consensus was that readers wanted more and encouraged me to continue on this road, developing the Medlov Crime Family.  Here we are six almost seven years later, still doing what we do.  I’m in the process of working on two new Medlov books: Anatoly’s Retribution and Dmitry’s Redemption.  (I have the “R” thing going there).  Anyway, the reason that we are here is because of YOU.  You paid the money, spread the word, suggested the book to friends and in your book clubs, sent me emails of encouragement and most of all you believed in me.   I love you all. I thank you and I’m so humble and grateful for your blessings on my life.

Here’s to seven more years of The Medlov Crime Family!

Your biggest fan,




Are you a Medlovian

We have so many Medlovians out there across the world.  I wanted to share this new Medlovian artwork with you, just in case you’d like to take it and share it on your page.  It’s just a little fun.


Are you a Medlovian?




Gabriel’s Regret: Book Two is NOW Live and Working on AMAZON


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It has been a long twelve hours.  But after many phone calls to Amazon by myself and fans, the book has finally been released and the block has been removed from US readers.  Other readers in other countries were able to access the book, but those in the states could not.  They told us that the KDP office was closed Monday-Friday, but we spoke with mangers and asked them to send urgent emails.  For those managers, I am grateful.  For every fan, I am thankful.  Your support and patience is what keeps me going.  I want you to know how much you mean to me.  It’s funny. Adversity comes at you from every angle.  They didn’t want to release the book.  Three readers gave me bad reviews because they could not download the book even though they had not read one word, but GOD was there and he made all those crooked places straight.  I’m smiling with you as you read this and I’m grateful for being so blessed to have you.

So here it is.  Click the link and purchase today from Amazon.  Gabriel’s Regret: Book Two LIVE.

Sincerely your biggest fan,

Latrivia Welch



Gabriel’s Regret: Book Two Synopsis

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That’s right.  I’ve hit “Publish” on Amazon’s Kindle and Barnes and Noble’s Nook, and we’re waiting to go LIVE on the platforms to bring you my next story…

“There is nothing redeeming in what we do.  We are simply bad men.” Dmitry Medlov

Russian Billionaire bad-boy Gabriel Medlov is in serious mortal danger.  Captured by a Neo-Nazis separatist group while trying to save his black girlfriend and business partner, Valeriya Nenya, during an ambush, he is relegated to being the prisoner of a man who not only hates Gabriel’s family, but also hates everything that the handsome six-foot eight crime boss stands for.  However even though he is a captor, Gabriel refuses to be broken, either mentally or physically, by anyone so beneath him.  Reaching down inside of himself, he discovers that his past experiences with his family were not crutches but actually lessons designed to prepare him for this very moment in his life.  Will what he has learned keep him alive?


The Medlov Crime Family is not taking the kidnapping of one of their council members lightly.  While they are no strangers to abduction, they realize it will take drastic measures to get him back in one peace.  The head of the organization, Dmitry Medlov, pulls his men together and wreaks havoc on an army completely unready for his unrelenting retribution.  The message is clear.  He wants his nephew back.  But even with his vast resources, can he get him back alive?


While protected by the Medlov Family from the outside world, Valeriya Nenya has to wage her own war inside the family, not only to get Dmitry to take her back with him when they extract the man she loves from the clutches of the Neo-Nazis but also to fight the battle going on between herself and the pregnant ex-girlfriend of Gabriel whose secrets will cost someone their life before the tale has ended. But who will die?


Read the action-packed, sexy, organized crime sensation about the original Russian Mafia Crime Family that will have you screaming for more.  One-click Gabriel’s Regret: Book Two by USA TODAY bestselling bwwm author Latrivia Welch today.


The Russian Butcher is Back!

October 15th can’t get here fast enough. I know that many of my fans love Dmitry Medlov. Well, Medlovians, he’s coming back with a vengeance. #GabrielsRegretBook2

Stay tuned for snippets, book trailers and so much more.


Being Black in Ukraine: A Need to Adopt

Some of my readers have reached out in either disbelief or denial that there are people of color in Ukraine. I was so happy for those emails from people who were shocked yet impressed that we had a presence there, and heart broken by those who sent emails saying such a thing simply was not true. We need to know. And in some cases, we need to help. Look at this video and you’ll understand my heartbreak.


Let’s Talk It Out: Gabriel’s Regret on Blog Talk Radio 9/10


If you’ve read the book, then now is the time to discuss it.  Join us for a blog talk radio event where USA TODAY bestselling author Latrivia Welch will share insight and answer questions about her newest release, Gabriel’s Regret: Book One.  Grab a glass of wine, a favorite dish and grab your phone as the ladies of the Love Pub, the Red Door Retreat and callers from across the country enjoy an evening of entertainment.

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Gabriel’s Regret: Book Two Will Be Released on 10/15


The Thought Process Behind Two Books: Gabriel’s Regret

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I remember when I first sat down in front of the computer to write Gabriel’s Regret.  I knew that I wanted to tell a story about a man evolving and what mental processes he would go through to become better than he was. Turning a Beta into an Alpha.  Not easy.  As I started my outline, I realized that every day, it grew more and more.  I had one idea after another and my team and I talked continuously about what would be best and what would be entertaining.  After all, that’s my job – to entertain my readers.

But Gabriel was special to me.  He was a hybrid of all things Medlov and all things Hutton.  We saw his backstory in The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov and why every single thing that was happening to him was important not just to him but to the entire Medlov Family.

So once the outline was complete, the characters developed, the plot tweaked and the notes laid out, it was clear.  This book had to have two parts.  The first part had to tell Gabriel’s personal story of where he had come from and how pivotal meeting the beautiful black woman, Valeriya Nenya, had been in his life.  I wanted my readers to enjoy their relationship, understand their turmoil and just have a good time with one of our new characters, Nadei, before we moved to Book 2.

Book 2 is after the “big scene”.  I don’t want to give too much away, but we pick up with Gabriel and see him strengthened as a man, but we also see him outwardly change and challenge his surroundings.  Valeriya is a major part of this story because she meets the family and she meets Briggy.  Plus, she goes to war for her man.   There is also so many others to consider like Dmitry and his own developing story, Royal and her ambitions, Anatoly and his desire to keep his own family close and now we see a new and improved Vasily.  The entire family comes together in Prague to show out.  Of course, some of our secondary but very exciting characters are back like Boris and Marat.  There are several explosive scenes in Gabriel’s Regret: Book 2 that are just too awesome for words.  It’s action packed and full of plot curveballs, but it won’t make the least bit of sense if you haven’t read Book 1.

I am very proud of this book, because I took my time and told the story that I wanted to tell for Gabriel, but I was also able to give him a bw/wm relationship that was passionate and concrete.  With Valeriya and Gabriel, I think we have a winner.

Well, more updates will come.  We’re going to have fun over the next month with radio shows, conference calls, interviews, etc.  Please be a part of all of it.  Give me your feedback and enjoy.

Before I go, I’d also like to say that there is nothing better than the support I have received from my fans.  My ladies and gents here in the United States have shown up and shown out!  My international fans have been equally amazing.  I hear a lot of stories and see a lot of negative things on the Internet designed to destroy authors, designed to kill their sales and designed to assassinate their character, but I truly believe that I have some the best fans the world has to offer, because you are always so encouraging and uplifting.  The emails, texts, phone calls, Facebook messages, twitter posts and blogs posts are so beautiful and mean so much to me.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.

Until next post…live well.

Sincerely your biggest fan,


Latrivia Welch

Gabriel’s Regret: Book One is Live on Amazon

Hello Friend and Fans,


I’m happy to announce that my latest work, Gabriel’s Regret: Book One is now live.  It’s been a long time coming, but I wanted this book to be perfect.  We priced is just right at $2.99 for an e-book and we have Book Two coming out in October.  This is 18 chapters of pure, unadulterated romantic suspense for the bwwm reader and for those who like gold old fashioned action.  As the next month unfolds, we’ll have book club meetings, radio shows, conference calls and so much more to keep you involved with the conversation around Gabriel Medlov.

For now, I’ve included the link for you to make your purchase and the synopsis of Gabriel’s Regret: Book One.

Thanks in advance for your support of my work. You guys mean the world to me.


Latrivia Welch

The Synopsis of Gabriel’s Regret

Gabriel Medlov has lived two very different lives in his 30 years on this earth, mostly because of his very different parents & paths.

Gabriel’s mother, Emma Hutton, was born into British royalty with billions of dollars, but after her mother married the rugged Russian mobster, Dmitry Medlov, and gave him her inheritance, she denounced her family and became a freedom fighter, spending most of her life in the trenches of third-world countries fighting for the oppressed until her untimely death.

Gabriel’s father, Ivan Medlov, was a lot less selfless – a reputed Russian crime boss, the brother of Dmitry Medlov, and a rabid sociopath, he spent his life running guns, women and drugs until his nephew, Anatoly Medlov, murdered him.

With parents on two far extremes of the spectrum of good and evil, Gabriel was born right in the middle and spent most of his life as a second-string beta.  Until now.  After a series of bad events, the brooding, six-foot-nine, black-haired, blue-eyed, safe bet is on the verge of self-actualization or self-destruction, only he doesn’t know it.

All Gabriel does know is that his normally level-headed thinking and cool exterior are starting to give way to a much more violent and vocal monster that may or may not have been lurking below the surface for many years.

After a major fall-out with his live-in girlfriend in front of the entire family, Gabriel is sent from the palatial confines of the Medlov compound to the war-torn country of Ukraine to oversee a large munitions deal worth millions of dollars that he and his cousin tanked a few days before.  For Gabriel, this trip is a test to determine what kind of man he is turning into, for everyone else it’s a rest from an ongoing domestic squabble.

When Gabriel arrives in the Ukraine, he is met by militia who are fighting a regional war on an international stage.  As Russia shifts its focus to Syria, its military forces are being pulled out of the Ukraine.  This allows for a very small opportunity to take back part of the ruptured city of Donetsk, but they can’t do it without his guns.  Ready to business as usual and get back to the states, Gabriel is transported and introduced to the head of the militia – Valeriya Nenya.

The music stops.  The world stops.  Gabriel’s heart stops.  Who is this black woman and how did she just still his heart?

Born into a life of poverty and hate, Valeriya Nenya, is no princess.  She is, however, fighting not only against the Russians who want to come in and take over her country but also Neo-Nazi separatists who have been terrorizing the country from within for years. With access of munitions and other aide cut off by the outside world, Gabriel Medlov and the Medlov Crime Family becomes Valeriya’s only hope to winning this war.

Deciding to stay a few days in Ukraine to gain Valeriya’s favor, Gabriel is forced to imbed with the militia until he can convince Valeriya and her money contacts that the Medlov Family is the right fit for their fight.  While he is there, he is forced to see the world from a very different lens.  Third world poverty, extreme racism, violence and starvation take on a whole new meaning as he discovers what Valeriya is fighting against.   He also, for the first time, sees what his mother died fighting for.  Only, with his father’s blood and his family’s trade, Gabriel discovers what he was possibly made to do and the movement and woman who will shift him from being a beta in the world of Medlov to an Alpha in a world of regret.  But at what cost does this epiphany cost?


Gabriel’s Regret Book 1

Gabriel's Regret: Book 2

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Gabriel’s Regret: Book One Coming Soon

We’re working on the last part of Gabriel’s Regret: Book One.  I’m so excited to release this book.  Book 2 will be released at the end of September and will be placed on Amazon for pre-order.  More will come every day as we count down to the release, but the date won’t be released until the day before.  I know you’re going to love it.  Fifteen chapters of excitement – Medlov Style.


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Update from Latrivia Welch


I’ve had quite the month.  When you think of the word “victorious” what comes to mind?  For me, it’s being able to accomplish goals and stand in the face of adversity and speak His words to dominate the evil trying to attack me. No weapon formed shall prosper.   Is that deep?  Well, so is life.  It often helps with my writing and it helps me stay grounded.  This month, my husband and I were about to announce the soon-to-be arrival of a new little member of our family.  We were at the 12-week mark and then at the doctor’s office while trying to get a better look at our little baby, we discovered that his/her little heart had stopped and we would have to heal and try again.  It was hard. I remember the shock that overcame me and hearing Bruce cry in the background while holding my stepson.  Tears.  So many tears and so much adversity.  But I spoke His praises despite my pain.  Thank you, Lord for taking away the sting of death.  Our little angel is gone to heaven.  And I believe that He will bless us again.  Still, it left me feeling a little blue.  Then two weeks later, this last Thursday, while trying to leaving my office after a long and trying day, I heard the distinct sound of a hand gun behind me.  Two rounds.  I searched my purse, but my keys were at the bottom of it. No time.  So, I turned to find a co-worker who was standing frozen in fear.  The bullets were still whizzing.  I pushed her inside of her car, dove into her back seat and called the police.  911 was busy. So I called my husband.  His only words were, “I’m on my way.” He called dispatch and headed straight to me.  Two weeks ago, my baby died.  Thursday, I almost died, just being in the wrong place at the wrong time while some couple got into it on our premises or whatever.  God is good.  He kept me.  And although I should feel shook up, I’m only grateful for another day.  Funny, I was just telling my mother that. I told her that the real blessing in this life was to wake up and have another day.  And boy, did my words resonate with me over the weekend.  But it hasn’t stopped me. None of it.  If anything, it’s made my purpose and drive clearer and given me one more testimony. I have many.  So, I’m happy to share this with you.  Gabriel’s Regret is going to be a great book, one of a man coming of age in his own right.  I’m going to enjoy this book and every other that I write, because I have a great LIFE and I’m living it.

Gabriel’s Regret (Book Trailer #1) The Medlov Men Series

So excited to release the first book trailer.  I hope that you guys enjoy it.  No release date yet, but keep up with the page and also if you have not already, don’t forget to join our weekly subscription over  Click SUBSCRIBE and you’ll receive inside information weekly.

Don’t forget to “Like” or comment on the video if you feel so inclined.

Sincerely your biggest fan,

Latrivia Welch

Gabriel’s Regret (SYNOPSIS)



Gabriel Medlov has lived two very different lives in his 30 years on this earth, mostly because of his very different parents & paths.


Gabriel’s mother, Emma Hutton, was born into British royalty with billions of dollars but after her mother married the rugged Russian mobster, Dmitry Medlov, and gave him her inheritance, she denounced her family and became a freedom fighter, spending most of her life in the trenches of third-world countries fighting for the oppressed until her untimely death.


Gabriel’s father, Ivan Medlov, was a lot less selfless – a reputed Russian crime boss, the brother of Dmitry Medlov, and a rabid sociopath, he spent his life running guns, women and drugs until his nephew, Anatoly Medlov, murdered him.


With parents on two far extremes of the spectrum of good and evil, Gabriel was born right in the middle and spent most of his life as a second-string beta.  Until now.  After a series of bad events, the brooding, six-foot-nine, black-haired, blue-eyed, safe bet is on the verge of self-actualization or self-destruction, only he doesn’t know it.


All Gabriel does know is that his normally level-headed thinking and cool exterior are starting to give way to a much more violent and vocal monster that may or may not have been lurking below the surface for many years.


After a major fall-out with his live-in girlfriend in front of the entire family, Gabriel is sent from the palatial confines of the Medlov compound to the war-torn country of Ukraine to oversee a large munitions deal worth millions of dollars.  For Gabriel, this trip is a punishment for his recent philandering and general loss of control, but for Dmitry, it’s a test to determine what kind of man his nephew is turning into.


When Gabriel arrives in the war-torn country of Ukraine, he is met by militia who are fighting a regional war on an international stage.  As Russia shifts its focus to Syria, its military forces are being pulled out of the Ukraine.  This allows a very small opportunity to take over a much needed border town with an airport, but the militia must move fast.  Ready to business as usual and get back to the states, Gabriel is transported and introduced to the head of the militia – Valeriya Nenya.


The music stops.  The world stops.  Gabriel’s heart stops.  Who is this black woman and how did she just still his heart?


Born into a life of poverty and hate, Valeriya Nenya, is no princess and no priss.  She is, however, fighting not only against Russians who want to come in and take over her country but also Neo-Nazi separatists who have been terrorizing the country from within for years. With access of munitions and other aide cut off by the outside world, Gabriel Medlov and the Medlov Crime Family becomes Valeriya’s only hope to winning this war.


Blocked from leaving after an air strike, Gabriel is forced to imbed with the militia until Dmitry can get him help.  While he is there, he is forced to see the world from a very different lens.  Third world poverty, extreme racism, violence and starvation take on a whole new meaning as he discovers what Valeriya is fighting against.   He also, for the first time, sees what his mother died fighting for.  Only, with his father’s blood and his family’s trade, Gabriel discovers what he was possibly made to do and the movement and woman who will shift him from being a beta in the world of Medlov to an Alpha in a world of regret.


Read the Romantic Suspense, Gabriel’s Regret, the second book in the Medlov Men Series by USA TODAY bestselling author Latrivia Welch.



Introducing Latrivia’s Quill Pen


Instead of checking in on Facebook, Twitter and Blogs, Latrivia Welch has developed one communication tool to keep you in touch with her and the books that you’ve grown to love.  Introducing Latrivia’s Quill Pen.  This weekly email goes out to readers and informs them of the following:

  1. Update on what she’s working on
  2. Update on what chapter she’s on
  3. Music soundtracks & muses for characters (photos)
  4. Trips & research on characters & plot lines
  5. Ways you can give valid feedback on her writing process
  6. So much more…

If you want a closer look at the work from conception to the day it hits stores, sign up today. Only takes 60 seconds.  Don’t worry if you’ve recently signed up to, then we already have you marked to receive your weekly update.  The first e-blast will be sent out this Friday, February 19th .  Sign up here.

P.S.  For those who like to engage through social media, Latrivia will still post updates on social media platforms.

Happy reading,
The Latrivia Welch Book Team


Cuddle up this weekend with Brett Black

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It’s Valentine’s Day Weekend, and no matter what reality looks like for you, a HAPPILY EVER AFTER should be part of your holiday.  That’s exactly why I’m hoping that if you have not already purchased The Grunt 2 (which is the sixth book in the Lonely Heart Series) that you’ll purchase and read it this weekend.

As a matter of fact, you should purchase it now and have it ready for when you finally slow down.

Sure, everyone is going to suggest their book to you this weekend, but I’ll give you five reasons why you should pick The Grunt 2.

  1. In PDF format, it’s 535 pages long.
  2. The main characters truly are in love with each other. You can feel the passion.
  3. The supporting characters have full, fun plot lines. Plus, they make you feel “some kind of way.”
  4. The ending will make you laugh and cry. You won’t be disappointed.
  5. At $3.99, you’re literally getting 111,299 words of hot, steamy, sexy romance with a pinch of adventure.

Now, if you’ve already purchased The Grunt 2, then you should tune in this Saturday, February 13th to my radio show to talk about the book.  For 30 minutes, we will talk about Brett, Courtney, Gavin, David and Amy; we’ll discuss how the story made you feel and what you want out of upcoming books by #LatriviaWelch.  That will all be happening this weekend on the Skinny on Interracial Romance.

From your biggest fan,


Latrivia Welch




Join Latrivia Welch and a host of amazing authors on October 6-8th in Memphis for the BRAB Reading Warrior Retreat



Thursday, October 6, 2016 – October 8, 2016



A Reading Warrior Retreat: (Book club Romantic Mysteries at the Prom)

The Following Authors will be attending

  • Brenda Jackson
  • Rochelle Alers
  • S.K. Hardy
  • Marissa Monteilh
  • Keith Thomas Walker
  • Love Belvin
  • Adrienne Thompson
  • Sharon C. Copper
  • Roy Glenn
  • Ancelli
  • Latrivia Welch
  • Yahrah St. John
  • Monica Richardson
  • More to be added….

Hotel Information and location:

  • Crowne Plaza downtown 139.00 a night with breakfast price of parking $10.00 for self-parking $20.00 for valet
  • Early Registration  $200.00 covers one Individual
  • Late Registration starts August1st $ 225.00 covers one Individual


Your registration includes the following

  • 4 Meals
  • T-Shirt
  • BRAB Grab Bag (You have to be present to receive  your bag and t-shirt)
  • Tour of the Nation Civil Rights Museum
  • All BRAB Activities listed in the Itinerary will be covered


  • Thursday Evening, October 6th 8pm -10pm BRAB Welcome Reception To Romantic Mystery weekend Dinner Games etc..
  • *Friday Morning, October 7th 10am-2pm Tour Of the National Civil Right Museum
  • Friday Evening,  6:30pm-9:30pm Characters Based Mystery (Who Done it) Games  Dinner Lip sync contest Special Guest  Appearances
  • *Saturday Morning, October 8th 10am -3pm Lunch  Buffet Authors Meet And Greet Panel Book Signing
  • Saturday Evening, 6pm-11pm Award Nomination /Prom party (Formal ) Dinner Buffet Live Entertainment DJ/Dancing

Spend Your Sunday Reading The Grunt 2, A Guaranteed Touchdown

Unless you’re a football fan (guilty as charged), then Sunday’s holiday won’t have much of a draw for you. And if you plan to use your day of doing something outside of watching millionaire’s toss the pig skin, then you might want to consider gobbling up a good HEA.

That’s right. The Grunt 2 is all about Courtney and Brett Black finding their happy ending. You can grab a glass of wine, a cup of coffee or tea, some cookies and a warm blanket and curl up to a military interracial romance (bw/wm) that is filled with a few laughs, a few cries and a few moments of utter victory.

But if you do happen to be watching THE GAME tomorrow, then you might consider topping off the evening after your team wins, with a good read to calm you down.

Only $3.99 for over 300 pages of excitement. If you haven’t read The Grunt, then start there. It’s definitely a fun read and if you like steamy, hot, sexy love scenes, then you’ll love this Grunt especially. Brett Black knows a thing or two about how to make a woman feel special.

But don’t take my word for it. Check it out for yourself. The Grunt and The Grunt 2, part of The Lonely Heart Series. Available for purchase today on Amazon’s Kindle and other select e-book platforms.  Also, when you’re done, don’t forget to tell me what you think.  Post a review or send me an email to

Always my readers’ biggest fan,

Latrivia Welch

Purchase The Grunt

Purchase The Grunt 2



The Grunt 2 Is Now Available for Sale

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“Marines don’t know how to spell the word defeat.” Gen. James “Mad Dog” Mattis

Staff Sergeant Brett Black is a decorated, 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. 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 in order to stay in his beloved Corps or will he have to take a new path?

Courtney Black is a new bride with an adorable 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, especially when Brett’s son’s biological father comes out of the shadows and threatens to take away the little boy that brought Brett and Courtney together. It’s her job to keep her family together despite everything that is tearing them apart. Will she be able to find the balance between personal aspirations and family obligation?

Read the love story about two young hearts as they discover that wars are not only fought on the battle field but also at home and marriage is nothing about convenience but everything about sacrifice and unity in The Grunt 2, the sixth installation of The Lonely Heart Series, by USA TODAY, Amazon and National Bestselling Author Latrivia S. Nelson.

Click here to purchase now.  Only $3.99 for full-length novel (535 pages in paperback form).


Happy Founders Day To My Wonderful Sorority, Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc.


I’d like to wish each and every member of my illustrious sorority, Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Incorporated, a Happy Founders Day.  108 years of service and still committed to the mission.  My sisterhood has been one filled with magnificent and bold women, determined not only to make their lives better, but also to make our communities better.   I pledged at Beta Tau (LeMoyne-Owen College).  When I stepped on to the campus back in 1998, I knew three things:  I wanted to be a great scholar; I wanted to be Ms. LeMoyne-Owen College, and I wanted to be a member of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority (God’s favor on me allowed me to become President of my chapter).  I knew that I was not going to leave that campus until I accomplished each of those goals.  What I learned is that it would take a lot more than “one” person – me – to do that.  The women and men on that campus who helped me, tutored me, mentored me and propelled me into a better future always deserve acknowledgement for their selfless efforts.  The love only grew after graduation was even more surreal.  Belonging to something so great, makes you feel greater.  There is nothing like arriving off a plane in a city where you don’t know a soul and seeing a the face of a sister, nothing like applying for job and sitting across the interview table from a sister, going to a bank to get a loan and talking to a sister, giving birth to your child and being cared for by a sister, watching the First Lady of the United States and being proud of your sister, looking at your daughter and hoping she’ll become your sister.   My line sisters.  My big sisters.  My Greek Sisters.  My Skee-Phi brothers.  Other Greeks on the Yard who believed in the Divine 9 and our ability to change cultures.   All of you have a special place in my heart.



Appalled at Trump’s New Muslim-Ban Suggestion


No, I’m not happy with what happened in Paris.  I’m not happy with what happened in San Bernardino. I’m not happy with 9/11.  I’m not happy with the fact that we’re still in war in the Middle East. I’m not happy with the precious American life lost in a war where men and women who didn’t die in war most often came back emotionally damaged and physically mauled.


But I think many others across this country and world are mad too, including most people of the Muslim faith, and most of the civilized nations – yes, even third world nations.  Let’s not get all ethnocentric and amnesic here in a country based in not only a beautiful melting pot but also centuries of systematic ethnic oppression.  We are in no place to judge.  Our very future depends on the ability for us to stick together; to uplift others; to believe in unity.  And also, what does that say to all of our patriots who gave their lives in Iraq, Afghanistan and other places in the hope that they were liberating and protecting Muslims?  SMH.


I don’t want to get into the usual, “my best friend is Muslim” conversation as to suggest that just because we know someone who is Muslim then that gives us the right to condemn or not to condemn an entire people.  What I believe is that regardless of whether you know someone who is Muslim or not, you will not allow yourself to become a hate mongering idiot.  Because then, what better would you be than our own enemy?  And no one wants to be identified as a Hitler sympathizer, which is what Trump would have you do.  He’s basically like “Let’s give them all numbers on the wrist and corral them like cattle.”  Are you serious?  Are you F*c#ing serious?  What about all our Muslim leaders, our doctors, our lawyers, our historians, our military personnel, our first responders, our neighbors…the list goes on to the point where I am exhausted.  And you should be too, at the hateful rhetoric.

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Yes, I’m a good Catholic (my faith is my own and my desire is to please only Him), but nearly 1/4th of this world is Muslim.  How do you cut 1/4 of the human population out of the conversation of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness?    To believe that all these people (1.6 billion with a B) want to kill Americans is…paranoid schizophrenia.  To suggest that we boot everyone out of our country who doesn’t think like us is un-American. To suggest that we can’t help someone of another faith in their time of need, like Syrian refugees, is STUPID.  To condemn those who are giving their lives to fight ISIS is inhumane.  To say that these people, HUMANS MIND YOU, have no right to life is immoral.  I don’t want any part of that crazy train.  And I’m embarrassed that he’s been given a mic to express himself.  I thought we normally kept those types in the back room of grandma’s house away from phones and other electronics.

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TRUMP IS A STAIN on the political process and the presidential candidacy.  End of File.

XOXO and all that jazz,
Latrivia Welch






Dr. Wohrman Saved Me (DENTAL STORY)

My daughter broke her tooth on the Saturday after Thanksgiving. We were devastated and without a lot of options considering the time and the day. My husband was on a mission to find a dentist and went through a long list of calls, leaving messages, stressing urgency. It was crazy.

Then a dentist called us back. He was warm and understanding and told us to head right over. We did, in the pouring rain mind you, and our daughter screamed the entire way.

I came into the office frazzled.

First impression of the office and staff were great. Clean, nice office. Very nice staff to greet you. We didn’t wait any time. Dr. Wohrman jumped right on it. Dealing with my nine year old is not easy. She was cranky until she saw him. He smiled and joked with her and made her forget the pain (how is that possible?).

The hard part was of course numbing the area around the tooth. Well, I thought – GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. But to his credit, he worked his magic with his team and encouraged her the entire time.

2 hours after the tooth broke, 30 minutes after arriving to the dentist, it was extracted and she was happy again.

This doctor deserves his kudos for his customer service, patience and professionalism. But if you’re like me, you want great bed-side manner. He was amazing. He even called the Monday following the disaster to check on her. I’d recommend him to anyone. GIVE SOMEONE WHO CARES YOUR BUSINESS!!! HE CARES.

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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.

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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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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.



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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.

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Seressia Glass
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Michelle Monkou
Stephanie Burke
Aliyah Burke
Maureen Smith
Di Topaz
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The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Volume 8 Cover Release

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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

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  • 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

Latrivia Welch is Latrivia Nelson GDLS Highness 2 Red and Blu The Grunt 2

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.”


The Medlov Crime Family Fun

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