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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Preview Sylvia Hubbard's NEW e-book: Sweet Justice

August 15th: Brown skin like hot chocolate about to melt. So delicious looking I want to lick it off.
She closed the diary and signed leaning her head on the dirty bench, while waiting on the Nevada Street Bus. Surrounding her was the true perfume of city life in Detroit, Michigan.
Paper that never degraded littered the streets, the stench of garbage that she was so use to and she was positive that thing slithering across the street was not a cat. Maybe a large rat or worse – a possum.
But that was the life of the ground in this city and if it got clean in this part of town, it was only because a strong wind or torrential rain came through and did it naturally. Yet the smell always stayed and after the storm it really didn’t look clean. Just pushed to the side to invite more trash to litter the ground.
Gwenyth Brooks was use to this and had become immune to the gritty life of living in what use to be the Murder Capital, but now only ranked in the top five.
Checking her watch, it was four in the morning and she needed to catch this first bus on the route to get her daughter to school and then get back across town to get to work.
Yet, since this wasn’t the “nice side of town” and Cornerstone semi-private school was a two-hour bus ride back and forth, Gwenyth had to make due. As a single parent, getting a partial scholarship, which didn’t include supplies and uniforms for her five-year-old child was an honor. Yet, it also meant that she couldn’t depend on the system to make sure that her child had a good education. Gwenyth had to get out and work and though she had no skills except what she learned in high school, she did what she could, which meant this low paying waitressing job at the greasy Coney Island Restaurant to pay for what she needed for her daughter.
Living at the low rise Sorjourner Truth’s Apartments or more like projects on a subsidy income and the little she made as a waitress at a Coney Island two blocks from her home, barely gave her enough money to make it every day. Having a child out of wedlock with a man locked away for life was just stupid, but she loved her daughter and she would do anything to give her daughter whatever she needed to live a better life than what her mother was living now.
The living conditions people lived in of ST’s was enough to make the dead woman turn over in her grave twice over, but Gwenyth tried to make the best of it with what little she had. The hard part was keeping the rats and roaches at bay and praying for her daughter’s safety every day they awoke when it was so much violence and crime around them.
Opening the diary again, she wrote, “If he made just one of my fantasies a reality, I would be happy for the rest of my life.”
“I want someone who would make love to me like Jerry, but without all the violence before and afterwards. I remember our first encounter was on top of a washing machine. It was late at night. He raised my skirts from behind and entered me. No foreplay, no touching, except were we were connected. To this day it was the most erotic I’ve ever felt and I long for that again.”
Jerry had been a hit it and quit it man when it came to sex, but on their first time she had not known that. Their relationship had been on and off again since tenth grade for the past ten years because her first love and baby’s daddy gave her a lot of broken bones, scars and mental anguish.
Once he was put away, word on the street was that Gwenyth was off limits. She was Jerry Parrish’s girl and no one touched Jerry’s stuff. Sometimes this was good when she was dealing with the weirdos and psychos, but other times it was a hindrance to her social life. Even if she found someone living out of the neighborhood, Jerry’s boys would find out about him and scare him away. She had no money to move either.
Five years since her last sexual encounter and she was looking at Fat Willy, the cook where she worked like he was Denzel Washington. Just the name alone would tell anyone that he was not the least bit desirous, but Gwenyth was going to turn thirty-one, with an overwhelming sexual drive.
For the past year, her hormones had been outrageously out of control – Hence the dirty diary. Inside the pages, she wrote every sexual fantasy and desire. First it was just a stress relief in the middle of the night, but soon it grew to morning and afternoon. Her thoughts were constantly swimming with lustful intentions with faceless men and to stay sane or wear her finger out she found some comfort with seeing her sexual fantasies words on paper whenever she had a free moment.
Just as she was about to put down another thought, she looked at her four-year old daughter, Jessica.
Gwenyth scolded, “No Jessi. Don’t go through Mommy’s bags.” She put everything back in her bag Jessica had removed just as they heard the loud boom of a radio.
Pulling to the light near the bus stop was a maroon vintage 72’ Oldsmobile Regal decked out with tinted window, beautiful rims and a gold grill. She knew it was the new resident of ST. She didn’t know his last name, but damn if he wasn’t the finest piece of black specimen since Rodin had molded The Thinker.
Gwenyth remembered watching him from her third floor dirty molded window as he moved in a week ago. Damn! She could still vividly imagine every rippled muscle in his body flexing and almost screaming her name to lick it as he lifted boxes and furniture to take inside his apartment.
Opening the journal again, she wrote: “Nick would be good for sex. I wouldn’t mind him giving me something for my birthday today. I’ll be officially thirty-one at ten-thirty AM.”
That was the first time she had actually placed a name with someone she wanted to have sex with in her diary. She prayed never to lose her journal, but for Gwenyth, when it came to finding just a piece of happiness in her life, it came few and far between. Detroit ghetto took, but never gave anyone anything. If it wasn’t nailed down consider it gone. This included dreams.
The Regal slowly rolled by once the light turned green.
Nah, he wasn’t looking at her. She was Jerry’s girl and no one looked twice at Jerry’s girl.
The thought of Jerry made her put the journal down and retrieve the letter she had received yesterday.
Finding time to open it had been difficult, until now.

Dear Baby Girl,
Happy Birthday and I got some good news.

Gwenyth paused in her reading and determined that someone had written this for him because the writing was too neat for a fifth grade drop out.

My lawyers said the charges against me might be dropped cause the police did an illegal search.

Why did her stomach just literally flip inside out? Was that good news?

We’ll be together soon, G. I won’t hit you no more and I promise I’m coming home to take care of my kid and you. I love you.

She was in such deep thought she didn’t notice the bus was puling up until Jessica started screaming, “Bus, Momma!”
Jumping up, Gwenyth grabbed her bag and rushed on. After dropping off Jessica at school, she ran to catch the bus coming the other way.
Jerry’s homecoming was still heavy on her mind. Would her first love be a changed man? Would he really not hit her? Did she want to be Jerry’s girl anymore?

Monday, September 24, 2007


Lulu <> wrote:
Subject: Check this out at!
Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2007 16:00:27 -0400
From: Lulu <>
CC: hubbooks <> 
Sweet Justice

Sweet Justice

August 15th:

Brown skin like hot chocolate about to melt. So delicious looking I want to lick it off.

This was Gwenyth's birthday entry into her sex diary - writing she kept to sate her while the father of her daughter is in jail on murder charges.

Yet when the charges are dropped and he is due to be free, Gwenyth finds herself wondering does she really want to go back with him?

Fear keeps her from venturing to another man until...

Her diary is lost and the finder knows who she is and gives her the option to fulfill one fantasy with no strings attached.

As horny as she is, she's willing to take him up on his offer and give her sexually sweet justice.
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Saturday, September 15, 2007

Nominated in Erotic Showdown

One of my writing buddies and author, Sydney Molare, just found this great thing on me that I didn't even know I was even in the running for.

Nominated in Erotic Showdown

On Publisher's Market Blog Entry June 19, 2007 , Bill Stephens writes about erotica and his experience reading then in the past compared to the erotica now. He then goes to nominate several well known authors :

  • Skylar Sinclair

  • Tiva Wallon

  • Charlene Leatherman

  • Skyler Grey

  • Gwen Master

  • Jenifer Macaire

And then at the very last of this listing is little ole me! OMG!

I mean these are some heavy hitters when it comes to erotica, but what really shocked me was that I was the only black one. Although Charlene Leatherman didn't have a picture of herself on the website.

Me! I mean, I've known about Skylar and Skylar and I've heard a lot about Gwen, Tiva and Jenifer. This was so shocking and honoring at the same time.

Well I didn't win but I was nominated and that really perked my spirits up.

Thanks Sydney for looking out for me and sharing that news with me.

I've been getting lots of traffic to the site even though I'm not writing so I know you guys are still doing the word of mouth about me.

Keep it up and I'm coming back soon. Thanks for all your patience during my trying time.

Kisses and love, From Your author

Sylvia Hubbard

Oh yeah if you wanted to see the article and post a comment to the author go to: and scroll down to the entry on June 19, 2007.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

O/T: ARTICLE: Why women read more (fiction) than men

(forward from another group)

An increasing proportion of male readers are abandoning fiction altogether. Despite its title, this article from NPR doesn't really tell us why; but it does help to quantify the change:http://www.npr.%20org/templates/%20story/story.%20php?storyId=

So eBook-reader designers now have something else to worry about -- making gadgets that are attractive to women.Jon.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Fwd: Featured on Reader Views

I know you guys are confused as to what happened to me.
I'm confused as to what happened to me to and I think My brain after so much stress, decided it was going to shut down. And I think for a couple of days it did.
(It was really nice talking with you Marlene)
Anyhoo, I've been trying to keep up with my appointments and with so much stress it has been hard.
So what's to come in Sex Weed. I'm still working it to be finished. Actually I have it up to the last chapter and I'm just looking at the shorthand version now telling myself I need to get it on a computer and I do plan to do.
But with a light bill due, hot water in the home being cut off and many other problems to boot that has to do with request by family, I became ill and despondent to anything but trying to keep my own sanity.
Irene of Reader Views was nice to feature me over there, so I know it's a lot ot ask but go over there and see me and then tell ten friends on Tell it Tuesday while you listen to my podcast with Victor Volkman.

"Irene Watson, Reader Views"  wrote:
Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2007 12:35:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Irene Watson, Reader Views"
Subject: Featured on Reader Views
To: Sylvia Hubbard <>

Just a quick note that you are featured on the Reader Views homepage.
Please tell your friends, family, and associates to check it out!


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