Title: Lusting for Lei
Author: A.J. Wright
Genre: LGBT erotic romance
SLAVE TO A SLAVE'S LOVE
Deep in France, is Louis a young, handsome prince who will soon be
crowned as king and is Engaged to Penelope, who is the daughter of a Duke and a
beauty herself. With both parents dead and gone, Louis has isolated his
feelings and hates the idea of being king because he believes he won't have the
time to help people. His feelings are awaken, when he meets Lei. A Korean male
who was fleeing the war in his own country with his wife and young son. Lei and
his wife, Chun was stealing from the castle in order to feed there son and now
are sentence to be slaves to Louis. Louis opens his heart up to the family and
soon him and Lei develop a friendship. When friendship becomes a passionate love
between two people who are star-cross lovers problems arise. Lei feels guilt
for betraying his family and Louis feels pressure from his crown and Penelope.
Both have to choose between there love or a life without each other. Will love
be there regret?
Author Bio
I am 26
years old now, but I feel like I have a writer’s soul. It feels like I have
been writing for ages now. Coming up with an idea for a story it is the easiest
part. The hardest part is finishing it, especially if you end up getting stuck
along the way. Writing and reading has always been my passion. Ever since I was
a little girl I have always had trouble dealing with my emotions. I get very
emotional. Most of the times I have problems dealing with my anger and sadness.
In
my young years, I never had a father. I was the fifth child of six kids that my
mom had, but I only grew up with my little sister. All of my other sisters
and brother and relatives come and live
in an Island, called “Jamaica” Out of
all my sisters and brother I was the only one without a father. I ask about him
alot and I think that is what I had trouble dealing with.
Girls needs
there father. They need that male guidance and support. My mother didn’t
believe that and as a result I became sad alot. My mother disappointed me a lot
when I was younger. She would always make promises she couldn’t keep and I
remember my uncle telling me ‘when I
become older, I have to learn to deal with disappointment’ That was hard
for me to accept as a child. I thought why should I accept something that makes
me sad? It made no sense to me and that is when I started writing about it. As
a child, I always had these different scenarios in my head. I loved everything
about love and romance. I would write love stories, but I wrote mostly about my
feelings.
Trouble
was back then being a kid, my stories would get destroyed because papers would
get thrown away or rip. Plus, I was never serious about being an author. My
first dream job was to be an actress surprisingly. I first became serious about
writing when I was 19 years old. I finished my first manuscript at that age.
When I was younger I would always start stories, but never finish them.
I
never went to college for writing neither. I graduated high school with honors
and I went to college because I was going to take nursing courses to be a
registered nurse. Problem was back then everyone wanted to be a nurse because
the economy was bad and the only jobs were in the medical field. It didn’t help
that it became a number one highing paying job either.
I
hated that. I always strive to be unique and different from everyone because I
don’t believe being the same as everyone else. Long story, short college didn’t
work out. I did went, but I quickly lost my motivation, because for one, I
wasn’t going there for me. I only agreed to go to college to make my mother
proud. I didn’t have a job and my mom couldn’t afford to send me to college
everyday and still pay the bills. Two, I wasn’t happy with my living situation.
My mother and lived in a tiny room in a basement. We had to share a queen size
bed and men were a very big problem for me back then. So I went to college for
three months and then stop going. I have regrets. If I could do it all over
again I would have went to college for me. I would have took up creative
writing or been a social worker. Instead I ran myself in debt before I even had
a credit card and destroyed my chance.
Looking
back on it, I don’t know how I survived the trauma I went through all those
years. When I was 16 years old I became involved in a very abusive
relationship, I was rape at 15 years old in a chruch and then rape again at 19,
I was almost tricked into being a prostitute at 19, I enter a string of bad,
abusive relationships with African American males and as a result when I was 23
years old I developed PTSD. I never talk about the abuse I went through because
when I was younger I was always told I was fat, ugly, retarded, I would never
be anything, I should kill myself because no one will care. I observed that
throughout my young years and I never thought anyone would care about me or I
would amount to anything. Even in school I was made fun of and all the kids
would tell me “I act white” The
reason they said this is because I was a good girl in school. I did my work, I
was disobedient and I talked properly. That to some African Americans is acting
like a white person apparently.
Writing
was my therapy. To write down pleasant, happy memories that took me out the
hell I was living is what kept me alive all those years. I won’t lie to anyone
and make it seem like I have a degree in English and this and that and I am
married and with kids, I live on a lake and I am a retired now that is the
classic biography I read from a lot of writers. So I don’t have a lot of
opportunities to become a successful writer because:
- I didn’t go to college from it.
Everything I learned about writing it took me nine years to learn on my own.
-I don’t have a career I am
successful in. I struggle with finding a job everyday, just as any other
person.
- No support. No one ever believed
that I could be a writer or an author. I have been told because of where I
could grew up and because I am African American I won’t be successful. I barely
have a family as I don’t know anything my dad. My family doesn’t care about me
or think I should be a writer. They think I am only good enough to be a
stripper or working for a pimp, doing crack.
-Not widely known. There is a lot of
competition in writing because everyone has a great idea nowadays and now with
opportunities to self publish it is easier to make a book and put it out there,
even if you don’t have a good editor. I am not know at all.
After
listing all those important factors, they seem like reasons I shouldn’t write
or be an author. I ask myself sometimes, why would a reader pick an author,
someone who has no strong english education, still young, not really known over
authors who have Master's degrees and famous? The only reason I can say is that
I have faith in myself. There are so many times over the years I quit writing.
It is hard to write and have enthusiasm when you have been doing it for so long
and haven’t even reach a stepping stone, but I won’t quit on myself.
Caleb Jordan
Kennedy, is one of the reasons why I still write. I don’t have any support, but
he is more then my support. I do not know what or where I would be without him
today. Everything I know and learn now in life is because of him. He is the
love of my life and soulmate. He hates reading and I have had to blackmail him
into reading my work, but his love gives me the courage and drive to write. To
not give up. To want to be a writer.
All those
people who have brought me down in my life, because of the suffering that
bestowed on me they didn’t achieve the one thing I think they were trying to do
which is break me. I still move forward in life. I still have the strength to
get up in the morning and either pick up a pen or sit at my laptop with my hair
all crazy, in an extra large t-shirt that falls off my body, with my colorful
fuzzy socks on, having only pennies in my purse and I still smile and visualize
the next story that I feel will be a bestseller.
I have been
throughout a lot and will continue to go through problems. Just a year ago, I
was arrested at Walmart for being African American. I wrote Fox news about it
and not even they care. I get so depressed sometimes with people finding me a
target to cause misery too. It seems unfair. I see the world and I don’t belong
here. I don’t like being in a place or being around people that just do harm
and evil things to each other. I strive for peace and love. I feel love makes
everything and everyone beautiful inside and out.
With my
stories and writing I hope to achieve love. I speak to a lot of people on love
and I usually get negative comments because no one knows how to love anymore.
That is what I want to change with my stories. I want people to have a better
outlook on love. Because Caleb loving me is what saved me and my love for
writing is what saved my soul. My heart shines through my writing. I want my
stories to make other people’s heart shines as well. My dream now is just to
encourage people with my writing and talent.
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Book Excerpt
“I heard of wedding balls this spring. I say,
Penelope, what will she think when she soon discovers her soon to be husband
has a slave for a lover? A Korean lover to which her father despises Koreans
doesn’t he?” He asks me as he slides his finger along my jawline.
I then heard him standing up, then I heard the
removal of clothing. Lei planned this. He wanted to ruin my engagement to
Penelope. I couldn’t understand why? I thought this is what he wanted! To be
rid of me. Lei then stood next to my fireplace, where my fire
burned so brightly. I could still hear the crackling of the wood as it burned.
Lei was fully nude and stroking himself gently. Even though I was laying on my
side I could still see Lei committing this sexual act to further tempt me.
“What is wrong my king? Isn’t that what you like?
Isn’t this what you wanted?” Lei ask breathlessly, as he made himself have an
erection. “Why have you done this?” I ask him. I tried to hold back my tears.
Lei stop himself and went to my bedside and he had
his erection poke me in my back. This was temptation again. I can be strong now
because I was angry. I was disappointed in myself and that gave me the courage
to not bend to his will. I sprung up and he had to take a few steps back.
“Why have you done this?! You have a young son and
a wife. I gave you your own private quarters so you could be with them as a
family.” I said, standing up to face him.
“Your kindness was just an act to ease your own
guilt.” He says to me.
“An act to hide your own shade of lust for me.
Castle chatter does not only happen outside of these walls.” He said.
“No one has suspicions.”
“That is what you think. What man has a woman and
does not bed her? Does not feel her and embrace her desire?”
“I love Penelope.”
“No, you don’t. You have told me countless number
of times, not from your own lips, but in your actions. You love me, you want
me.”
“Lei we have been over this a countless number of
times.”
“Is this what you do? Make people love you and then
throw them to the wolves.”
“I was born with a responsibility I cannot dismiss
such for desire.”
“Desire or love?”
“You told me you love your wife and son.”
“I do. They were killed.”
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