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.

Wohrman Dental Group 1711 Kirby Parkway Memphis, TN 38120

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Mommy Journal Entry #3,545

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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.

Latrivia

PSA for Interracial Romance Readers by Latrivia Welch

Women of Style: Interracial Romance Readers

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The Grunt 2: Learning about the Military’s Awesomeness

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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.

 

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

 

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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!

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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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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. http://www.latriviawelch.com. By month’s end, the old site, http://www.latrivianelson.info 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), http://www.poll-maker.com/poll376605xcFdf692b-14?s=res 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

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