Red Door Retreat – FB Group for Readers of Latrivia Welch’s Work

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With nearly 500 members already (and we just started), I’m very proud to share with you a new way for us to talk about our favorite characters in the Medlov Crime Family, The Lonely Heart Series and The Agosto Family Series.  The Red Door Retreat was created to ensure that we could focus ONLY on the books I’ve written and your opinions on them.  Too often, we get too busy to attend events the way that we want to online.  However, the benefit of the Red Door Retreat is that the questions are posted 24 hours a day, 365 days a week and both myself and other fans answer them.

We’ve had some interesting conversations already, like how old is Dmitry and what is the age difference between Royal and Dmitry and why did Davyd have to die in Saving Anya.  Right now, we’re dissecting Gabriel’s Regret: Book Two (chapter-by-chapter) and talking about the things we want to see as readers in both men and women.

Overall, it’s just good fun with no rules, no drama and no filter.  I love it and the ladies love it as well.  I’m inviting you to come and join us. Click the link below and considering joining to share your thoughts.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/900497796676283/

Have a great Sunday.

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.

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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.

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

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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.

Click here: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/latriviawelch/2016/09/10/gabriels-regret-book-one-by-latrivia-welch

 

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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.

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

Sincerely your biggest fan,

Latrivia Welch

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.

 

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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.

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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.

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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?

Onward,

Latrivia Welch

http://www.latriviawelch.com

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:
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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.