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the perfect designs as Black Harlequin The Romance Reveals, Amazon Short Story Series, reveals all the suspense and romance as bodies in motion accompany poetry in motion. It's all revealed as Sparkle and Fame Denim leaves us with their gems of treasure.

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It's Double The Exposure! Book #6;Black Harlequin The Romance Revealed

you're

not going to close a book in the series without some new perspectives on what reveals. The poetry and spoken word await as talent demonstrates. They don't

tell all, but leave you without words spoken you're

not not going to forget

or find yourself in a moment of remembrance on what lies between the sheets or covers.

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Preview from Seven Days To Romeo

At this moment I am filled with so much that you have only to know me

Yet to find me waiting to return your touch.

For eternity, I have promised myself

there will always be your love in my heart.

It bestows it's beautiful strength under the heavy toll.

When darkness moves and finds its path

to you, there remains what's been untouched, time unpassed where it left us

You won't be alone ever,

Even in the shadows of false light

You won't have to say those words in the absence of my embrace

I wait until it's your face,

You have received me

and delivered to us our union in promises as I promised to you

Time has wounded the passion but not dwindled the flame

You won't ever be alone

You won't find there lacks words

Enough to prove to you a promise is true

You have only to know me

Yet to find me waiting for your return

Hours of your pleasure tease

We bend the edges

turn the pages

Hide the remorse of verses that creep up on us in the day

Just over the top I peek and look away

from the dirty lines and fridget nervous proposals

To enter the night alone through my glasses,

With my stand up

Stockings Up

Made Up

&

A breeze on my ass left from...

Just teasing looks & body talk

You didn't act on & left me Lonely

So I took it home & pondered about it

I came Up with a few ringers

A few answers of my own

Conclusions

That concluded what you started...I

The Teaser

left me on a trail like the movie The Hitchhiker

Catching the breeze of your ...

& Sexy

So I wiped my top lip with my index finger across the plain of my thoughts

Maybe it could happen

So what ...it lingered

It was just the ride

A hitchhiker right?

Me or you

Or did you say something?

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It looks as if that's his Signature.

Book seven’s pages are signed by Lotus, but what kinda leaves is Star wearing in her wardrobe?

When Star steps out in Eve’s garden of secrets between the two,

naughty whispers echoing the calligraphy

can be heard

as Lotus spells it out for her,

wrapping his own penmanship and tattoos

of bass notes around this puss in boots

as it's all too irresistible.

This ink doesn’t fade with time aligning with that natural pipeline.

A deeper look into the lives of Lotus and Star, how the two met,

as well as how their lives become a part of

the centerpiece

for a scheme of disaster behind the lead characters’ romantic fantasies

as it’s revealed

one on one.

It's no surprise when we continue reading

The Series Black Harlequin The Romance Revealed.

The reader expects it to be

spontaneous as lightning

but the forecast predicts it might take

a little more love

to set things right

as they continue in this romance of secrets that

are meant to keep you tossing and turning...

the pages.

Book seven premieres with an opening promo that's sure to be inviting as you cover the details, yes the details because Lotus and Star make behind the scenes production a little more of a production.  Exploring Lotus' skill offset his photographer's trigger finger is about to be all dejuva if necessary. Watch out Queel your schemes at home and overseas might blow the covers in these next books in the series as it's revealed what's been going down.

Jocelyn Shaw, spoken word artist, poetry writer and author of the Amazon Short Story Series, Black Harlequin The Romance Revealed has put together some of the best podcasts narratives from 2022.

His breathe rippled and ripped across the back of her neck as the muscles in her neck went

limp,

involuntarily,

in his hands.

It was moist

and she wanted to feel it

as he breathed in every

part of her.

It was moist,

his desire.

He was commenting to her about their last encounter,

how

now was the right time

to pick up where they left off.

...she craved the taste and curves of his hips.

How she caressed his hips

with her fingertips

with

deep strokes

almost like she was clinging on the edge of her desires,

her thoughts penetrating

his skin

with a passionate flare of her ideas

forecasting to him other objectives.

The ideas meant

to linger.

Her hands squeezed the front of his hips

as she leaned forward,

her hips resting into his lap

from the weight of his torso

as he flipped her hair over her ear

and head

as he began tasting her

skin,

kissing her

from her neck up the side of her head.

Coming back into her heels,

she was now

against the wall

as he ran his hands up the sides of her ribcage, slowly up the outer rim of her

frame,

as her skin seemed to crawl ahead of her up the wall,

shadows hitting her back and forth

between him and the wall.

Some hallucination,

like a natural ecstasy

from the lust of his

caresses,

always pleasing her deep

into her bones,

it burned every time.

The pulse of the night ran from the day against her skin,

she embraced it.

It was her pleasures she found along the moving frames that made up the remainder of

conversation running in silence.

Not that she wasn't saying much,

not that she gave surrender to

being a woman

wearing the heels,

she was in her sexy,

her own candid, honest self

that she

wanted him.

This was unregrettably meant to be,

meant to happen at that moment.

Emystary asked Ebony if he remembers where they first met and if his attraction then brought

him any forecasts as to what had occurred these past months between them

or had he

envisioned a freak incident?

Was it going to last or had he made promises to pursue everything

he could sexually with her in his early fantasies alone?

I prefer not to call plans a fantasy, he replied

but blueprints that could be refined, modified

impromptu

Rain shadows

His lips caught the drizzle and rain of the shower

Les confessions chuchotées 

par aiery de séduction d'Unspoken ont émergé,  

ont détaché des secrets, vivant, soutenus des questions, déguisées dedans

 unliked, peu amical, plus des voisins d'intimité loin, 

 dans une rapidité souless se précipitant et l'épave s'échappante se brisante,  

était presque une tragédie, mais une ombre qui est restée,

 était comment les mots ont indiqué que les moments dans le temps,  

étaient le jour et la fonte de leurs silhouettes, pierre.

moments qui sont venus unshockingly 

soulagé,

 en appelant recevoir l'atmosphère des pensées sur le papier. 

Le possédant, la tonalité, voix, faite calmer,  

les questions absentes unspoken

 Unspoken que 

c'était la poésie de la lettre. 

Captivant, était les commencements, l'apogée et la caresse 

de renouvellement, qui a faite pour l'âge des jours,  

viennent à passé et à la nudité des mots,  

la séduction

Unspoken Seduction

aiery whispered confessions emerged,

loosened secrets, alive, born from questions, disguised in

unliked, unfriendly, no longer neighbors of intimacy afar,

in a souless haste rushing and crashing escaping wreckage,

was almost a tragedy, but a shadow that remained,

was how words revealed that the moments into time,

was the day and cast of their silhouettes, stone.

moments that came unshockingly

relieved,

upon calling receiving the atmosphere of thoughts on paper  .

Owning  it, tone, voice, hushed,

the absent questions unspoken

Unspoken

it was the poetry of  letter.

Captivating, was the beginnings, the climax and renewal

caress, that made for the age of days,

come to past and the bareness of the words,

the seduction

His shirt breathed of her inner thigh and perfume of the night holding the breath of his lungs, as he thought back on her. Beginning the day was love's hangover, the last taste of the dance in the sheets the night before, tirelessly romanticized between thoughts of the day ahead chasing his dreams out of his head that still lay on the stain of his lips. A gorgeously laden championship that caught a reflection on his body in the full length mirror on his way to the powder room. Sexy. The only thing bellowing from his tired body, talk that whispered to him trying to persuade him back into the covers, rumors and secrets caught up in his bedroom eyes with chagrin, charges that he was only known for one nighters. This affair had now turned into a year past and a lot of sex.Once more past the full length mirror, only to catch his cascading steps and another hidden moment of pleasure before his exit. Enticing as it was, the challenge to recreate the passion of an evening's moments embrace of the night before cursing him. Damn.If that's what gets you through. It was like being an addict of his own choosing.