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.

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.

FUCK HIM.

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!!

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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: http://www.amazon.com/12-Alphas-Months-Contemporary-Calendar-ebook/dp/B00VS8UJT0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1435760711&sr=8-1&keywords=12+Alphas

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

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USA Today, Amazon, National and Multi-published Bestselling Authors bring you sensual contemporary romance stories of…
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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…
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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.
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Mr. March
Succulent by TJ Michaels
Twilight Teahouse ~ Choosing something decadent from our menu…
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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.
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Mr. May
Prescription for Love by Seressia Glass
She’s just what the doctor ordered in Prescription for Love
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Mr. June
Solomon’s Quest by Serenity King
He’s determined to protect her, but the secrets she keeps may destroy her.
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Mr. July
One Hot Dare by Michelle Monkou
When to serve and protect escalates into a sexy dangerous game.
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Mr. August
All The Small Things by Stephanie Burke
The more unbearable the pain, the richer the rewards
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Mr. September
Inferno by Aliyah Burke
Sometimes the flames aren’t meant to be put out.
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Mr. October
Wicked Games by Maureen Smith
Some games are too dangerous to play.
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Mr. November
The Ultimate Goal by Di Topaz
Will Justice and Angelique put their difference aside and go for the Ultimate Goal?
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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

#‎NominateLatriviaNelson‬

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: latrivianelson.info and riverhousepublishingllc.com.
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?

Black

  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?

Dusk

  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?

Rome

  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?

Dusk

  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