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?
“I will do whatever is needed of me, for my family. This may be rude of me, but why do you show me such kindness?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Me, my wife, my son we have been living on the streets for weeks. No one showed us any kindness or mercy, not even to my son.”
“We live in dire times. Things have improved, but still so much to be done and achieved. You won’t receive kindness on these streets young man. We are in war. You are far from home. In your file, it also states you fled home illegally.” “I feared for my family’s safety. There was war and my mother was eaten alive by two rabid dogs, my sister had been rape when she was 13 years of age, by men who deemed her a traitor to our people because she had returned to the village in the night. She had just gone out to try and find food anywhere, but they did not care. They let her live, but months later we all found out she was with child she took her own life when hearing the news. My uncle had been tortured by an army and his wounds were too great he wasn’t going to make it. That was just the beginning of it however. The war had destroyed everything and everyone, but when the bombings came I knew there was no my family would be alive so I fled.” “You have no other family to speak of?” “Three brothers, two aunts, one uncle, two more sisters and my father.” “Why not seek help from them?” “When you have your own family, you do not seek help from your other family. Furthermore there are not as fortunate. The village where they live are very poor, most days they have no food or clean, safe water to drink let alone bathe in.”
As odd as it may have seemed at the time I stood in awe at all he was telling me. I thought things were dire in our own country from war, but to hear all this young man had been through was too much for words.
Forbidden LOVE is exactly what this story is all about. Friendship, good hearts and the romance of a life time between two men that know they can never speak a word of it....
The author delivers in this read! A.J. Wright definitely wants her readers to know that there is more to life than really meets the eye. This story is a tale of love that crosses all genders and barriers and there is none other that can explain this relationship. The pace of the book is pretty fast and the reader is able to follow the well developed characters from start to finish. If you are interested in an awesome romance with fresh new ideas to consume as a reader you need to check this one out! Definitely more than I expected.
I rate this book a full five stars and encourage those that love the LGBT erotica genre to get to your local book dealers and get this awesome read! Wright surely delivers!
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.