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

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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 http://www.latriviawelch.com.  Click SUBSCRIBE and you’ll receive inside information weekly.

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Sincerely your biggest fan,

Latrivia Welch

Introducing Latrivia’s Quill Pen

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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 LatriviaWelch.com, 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

#LatriviaWelch

 

 

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 Latrivia@LatriviaWelch.com.

Always my readers’ biggest fan,

Latrivia Welch

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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).

 

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

Anatoly Medlov: Complete Reign

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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.”