Suprina's Mocha Interlude...Edgy Inspirational and so much more!

Stuff that I just want everyone to know: There is another one of my books online for free at http://suprinasfreeread.tripod.com It is called My Lover, My Friend . Let me know what you think of it. My other blog at www.myspace.com/michelledodsonstories is featuring a progressive story entitled Age...is more than a number . Please note that it is from my secular line, so be prepared for a different kind of wholesome reading with an edge. Hump Day (the novel currently featured on this blog) will only stay up for another week, so try to read all of it while you can. In November, half will be taken off with only a teaser left and the whole story will then have to be purchased as an e-book or in paperback form. Remember that My Website also features a free read entitled Bound By Love . That link is www.mochainterlude.bravehost.com To buy most of my books, you need to go to the ordering pages on My Website. The rest are at Lulu.com. Thanks for your support. Suprina Frazier/Mi'Chelle D...

I hope you enjoyed Tabitha and Sebastian’s story. I certainly had fun writing about those wild characters. Incidentally, this was my first time using cops as the hero and the heroine. Doing research for this unique occupation gave me and I hope you valuable insight into the lives of those who pledge to serve and protect us. To all the good cops out there, I want to personally say thank you for putting your lives on the line everyday for people whom you may never personally know, but whose quality of life depends on you doing a quality job. To the bad cops, well…let’s just say that a lot of people would be thankful if you changed jobs…soon. Now on to other things… Nestled within Hump Day are several references to the Seeds of Peace program that was founded by John Wallach in 1993 after the first attack on the World Trade Center. This program was designed to bring together young future leaders from regions of conflict and to equip them with the leadership skills required to advance reco...

Just wanted to tell everybody about the new blog I started on MySpace. As many of you know I've been trying to spread my literary wings a little bit more. I'm now writing secular romance, as well. I've even established a new pen name (Mi'Chelle Dodson) for this fresh endeavor. I'm inviting all of you to go to www.myspace.com/michelledodsonstories to check out the stories that I'm going to feature there. Keep in mind that these stories are a bit steamier and rawer than the ones on this blog. Yet there is still a positive message attached to them. After all, I am still the same person inside. While you're at my new blog, don't forget to leave a comment. Or if you like, sign in as a friend. I would really love that. Until next time... Suprina Frazier

Sebastian and Tabitha immediately sprung into action. He rolled to the side of her and slid along the floor towards the tote bag where his gun was located. She slid along the floor as well towards the crate where her own weapon was. The whole time Tabitha silently prayed the 91st Psalm. She always prayed that psalm whenever danger was near. Snatching her holster down without even lifting her head, Tabitha handled her revolver at the same time that Sebastian had his. It was as if they were partners again. “Call for help while I check to see if our welcoming committee is really gone,” Sebastian said as he advanced to the back door on all fours, careful to stay under the window’s height. There was no need to tell Tabitha to watch the front door since she would automatically do that anyway. Doing as he instructed and instinctively watching the front area, Tabitha briefly glanced sideways to the place where they’d been on the floor kissing. As she whispered into her cell phone, her eyes sca...

Tabitha would forever remember last Wednesday with fondness. Although she and Sebastian had eaten out at a regular all-you-can-eat Chinese restaurant with none of the frills that he normally would have had with Alzora, she’d still felt special to him. Not only did he allow Tabitha to have the seat of safety, Sebastian continually touched her hands over dinner, stared lovingly into her eyes as they conversed, and basically handfed her most of her meal. Even now, Tabitha felt her body stirring as she remembered how sensual it had been to have Sebastian’s hands upon her mouth as he fed her, to have his large fingertips caress her bottom lip before he withdrew each time. After dinner, they went to the park and walked and talked for hours on that mild, starlit March night. They talked about everything and anything that came to mind. When they finally said goodnight later at her car, Sebastian kissed Tabitha on the forehead and admonished her to ‘ give them heck up there in Leeward’ . The fa...

On the last Wednesday of class, Sebastian’s students breathed a collective sigh of relief. They’d just gotten the news that they all passed their exams with flying colors. When it was announced that Tabitha was the valedictorian of the hardworking group, no one was surprised. They’d all seen how hard she worked on every assignment (written and fieldwork) and deemed her deserving of such an honor. At the end of that class, Sebastian’s students surprised him with a gift of appreciation. It was a new platinum briefcase that they’d all pitched in and purchased together. For the first time, they saw a wide grin cross Sebastian’s usually serious face. They knew then that they’d struck gold with their gift. In fact, he couldn’t stop thanking them for it even as they filed out of the classroom one by one. Sebastian would never know that Tabitha was the idea woman behind that gift. That she’d seen him flipping in many a catalog over the last six weeks during their break times. That from her car...

Like Tabitha, Alzora thought she was in for a night of passion, as well. Yet that wasn’t the case at all when she arrived. Instead of getting an open-mouthed kiss from her man, she got a brief peck on the cheek. And Sebastian wouldn’t even hug her. “What’s wrong?” Alzora asked, noticing how somber and stiff he looked as he closed the door behind her. She also noticed that Sebastian was dressed differently than before. Though she expected him to be in clothes other than the ones he’d worn to class and dinner, Alzora assumed they would at least be dry clothes. The gray t-shirt and matching sweats he had on looked like they’d been put over a dripping wet body. Why else would there be so many damp areas clinging to him? Alzora would never know that Sebastian had rushed through the whole drying off process after his shower, a cold shower at that in order to cool down his heated body. Nor would she know about his ripped shirt. It was currently balled up in the kitchen garbage can to be dis...

“Ever since you walked into that classroom, I’ve wanted to touch you like this, kiss you like this, let you feel me like this,” Sebastian whispered in between kisses as he pressed Tabitha even closer to him. She moaned out her pleasure. “I wanted the same things, baby.” “I want you to feel even more of me, Tab. Take my shirt off as only you can,” he urged fervently. Although Sebastian had had to buy new shirts the whole time they were together before, it had been so worth it to see how she disposed of his old ones. Surrendering to her long suppressed savage side; Tabitha promptly placed both hands at Sebastian’s collar and pulled. The buttons on the expensive shirt flew apart as she ripped the garment open. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since class today. Had even thought about it once or twice over dinner tonight,” she confessed as her eyes greedily perused his torso. Before Sebastian could respond, Tabitha leaned forward and licked a sensual trail from his collarbone to his bellybutto...

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After her date with Brennan, Tabitha decided to do two things. The first thing involved her dying her hair some color other than blond as soon as she got home. After being around a man that was obsessed with blond hair, she grew to detest that particular color. Tonight Brennan didn’t even bother to get to know who Tabitha was on the inside for all of his focus on her outside. I wonder what would have happened if I told him that I wasn’t a ‘natural’ blond, Tabitha mused as she drove through the streets of Pavilion City. Or better yet, that I’m actually half-black and that the chance of me having any blond children with him is slim to none. As a biracial person, Tabitha knew that any children she had with Brennan - if their relationship had even stood that kind of a chance - might never have a blond string in their heads. After all, Tabitha’s father had light brown hair and came from generations of people with the same light brown hair trait. The second decision Tabitha made tonight was...

On the second Wednesday of training, Sebastian began the day taking roll as usual. Tabitha answered to her name from the same front seat she’d sat in last week. Like the rest of the students, she looked ready to learn on that breezy day. Sebastian had a lot to teach them today. That much was obvious by all the notes on the blackboard. “All right, detectives. Let’s begin,” Sebastian said, after everyone had been accounted for. He stood up in front of the class, went to the blackboard and pointed to the first of many notes that he’d written out before class started. Help me, Lord, Tabitha mused as she suddenly got a good eye view of Sebastian’s tight rear end in the khaki Duck Head pants he wore. His cute tush had always been one of her favorite things about his body. That and that hairy mahogany chest of his, which just so happen to be covered up by an expensive blue and white striped, button-down dress shirt today. “Imagine yourself walking through a crime scene. You have latex gloves...