30 Days,30 Authors- Alexandra Warren
- sheenabinkley
- Apr 17, 2016
- 4 min read
Hi everyone!! We’re passed the halfway mark of our 30 Days,30 Authors event, so I hope you’re having a great time being introduced to some wonderful authors! Today’s author is Alexandra Warren, who personally is one of my favorites. I was first introduced to her as a blogger through her Bookworm Lodge site, but now, she’s a full-fledged author, penning wonderful books including Getting The Edge, The Pre-Game Ritual, her latest, The Real Deal, and her popular series, Attractions and Distractions (which I love!!). I really hope you all are able to check out this amazing author and add her books to your TBR list!
And now, Alexandra! 🙂
Alexandra Warren is a twenty-something year old Nebraska girl who enjoys teaching, blogging, traveling, and of course, writing. Contemporary Romance novellas are her absolute favorite to write as well as to read. With nine books under her belt, and more on the way, she is excited to see what 2016 will bring!
Learn more about Alexandra at www.actuallyitsalexandra.com
1. Besides writing, what else do you like to do?
I recently moved to Houston, TX. So I love just going out and exploring the city. What inspired you to become an author? 🙂
2. What inspired you to become an author?
I loved to read growing up. So as I got older, the more that I read, the more I became curious about if I could actually get behind the pen. Then with a push from an author friend, I ended up publishing my first book.
3. What was your first reaction when your debut novel was published?
It was so exciting! I wasn’t sure if anybody would buy it, or be willing to take a chance on it since I was a new author. But all it took were those first few five star reviews to come in for me to get hooked. 🙂
4. Where do you see yourself in the next 5 years?
Hopefully still writing! LOL. But I’d love to see a book or two of mine in a major bookstore.
5. What advice can you give to anyone who wants to become an author.
DO IT! It is a little nerve-wracking to take that leap, but I can almost guarantee you won’t regret it.
Reagan
“Coming to the stage. Our hometown favorite. Give it up for G. Griffey!”
What a stupid ass name…
I never understood why rappers couldn’t just go by their mama-given names, instead choosing to come up with dumb shit like G. Griffey.
Ugh.
The bass hit me dead in my chest, forcing me to put a hand over it. I still didn’t understand why Leilani was so pressed to get close to the stage as if either one of our washed-up asses knew who these young dudes were. I mean, you could tell they were young by the demographics of the crowd that surrounded us, most of ‘em being college kids. And since both of us were a solid three years removed, I knew we had no business being there, let alone being at the front of the stage.
“When I say G, ya’ll say Griffey. G…”
“Griffey!”
“G…”
“Griffey!”
I looked over to Leilani who was all chanting along, hands in the air, eyes wide as she watched the performer on stage. I finally decided to take a peek myself and… damn.
Griffey had it goin’ on.
His skin was maybe a shade or two darker than mine, but still qualified him for the lite-brite category. His hazel-green eyes twinkled under the lights from the stage, so much so that I wondered if they were colored contacts. And his lips were perfectly full, curling as he spit his lyrics to the crowd’s enjoyment.
No wonder Leilani’s ass wanted to get close to the stage.
I certainly couldn’t blame her now.
I mean, the way he commanded the stage was damn near hypnotizing. Before I knew it, I was singing along to the chorus that thankfully wasn’t about selling drugs, or shooting somebody though by this point I would’ve probably been singing along to that too.
Griffey did a few more tracks that everyone in the building seemed to know before he quote-unquote, “slowed it down for the ladies”, eliciting all types of screams and squeals. The bass was still heavy, but the tempo was slow as he rapped a song about a bunch of freaky shit I could hardly stand to listen to. Not because I was offended, but because I was painfully turned on as his raspy voice flowed about eatin’ it up and beatin’ it up and, “not trickin’ but treatin’ it up.”
Surely his raps weren’t all talk.
I mean, everything else he rapped about had sounded realistic, so why would these songs be any different?
And it wasn’t only his words that were hypnotizing, it was his mannerisms; the way he used his massive hands to emphasize the point of caressing a woman’s shape and licking his lips to emphasize how much he enjoyed devouring a woman from top to bottom.
Damn, this dude is a problem.
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