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Thursday, December 25, 2014



I love to write. I will never stop. As the New Year approaches I want to make it clear to all the readers who have enjoyed my work. I have my reasons for sticking to a profession that is fickle, rewarding and costly for writers. I have had a laundry list of bad experiences since I decided to self publish my first book. I am not in the big leagues. I do everything myself. I write the books. I market the books. I promote my brand. I have made every single book cover with the exception of the last one that was done as a birthday gift.

Sometimes my sales would make a sane person cry tears. Yet I still continue to write. Sometimes reviews are brutal. Yet I still write. Sometimes reviews are nonexistent. Yet I still write. I love it too much to ever stop. I’ve been writing since I was ten. I wrote my first feature length screenplay in high school. It was typed on a regular old-fashioned typewriter. The pages are yellow after all these years of wear and tear. I still have it in the binder that had been passed around to all my friends in high school. Even boys read it, if you can believe that.

I have stories coming out of every orifice. I’m new to this genre because I didn’t even know it existed. I’ve been writing Interracial and Multicultural books for years but I didn’t actually know it was a sub genre. Basically I was naive and didn’t know there was a separation of races within novel genres. My books were in the wrong category when I first started out.

After 2 ½ years published and 1 ½ years published in Interracial Erotic Romance, I don’t feel like a vet but I definitely don’t feel like a rookie. I have made a few mistakes. One was I didn’t know readers were into Happily Ever Afters. I learned that pretty quickly. My first novel, BIRTH (A First Blood Novel) was typed and printed on copy paper from my Inkjet printer. I three-hole punched it and it made the rounds at my job. It was very similar to my screenplay back in high school. It was passed from person to person.

The life of a writer is very frustrating. I wish I could do it full-time but I have children and this profession has zero security and zero health benefits. Yet I continue to write and enjoy it. Recent changes to Amazon, Smashwords and other online book retailers have made it virtually impossible to reach readers who are unaware of your work. I want to thank all the folks who got the word out about the Balls To The Walls Series. You were integral in motivating me to writing more Balls To The Walls books. I planned on going back to writing Zombie and Vampire books but then I started getting a lot of inspiring IM’s on Facebook. 

I look forward to a new year and new challenges in this genre. I just hope you join me for a happy, healthy and fulfilling new year in Interracial Romance. Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! And all that jazz!

XOXOXO Lolah Lace

Saturday, December 6, 2014



La Femme Selita is priced at $3.99 but today if you go over to my website bookstore you can pick it up in PDF, Mobi or Epub for $1.99. 

La Femme Selita is an interracial BWWM erotic romance. This novel is approximately 57,000 plus words long. 

Attorney Ben Knox needed a fresh start. He ran away from his career and family years ago and settled into a nice suburban life. He was content in his new life until the demons from his past caught up to him. He is forced into a dire situation that renders him powerless. Ben meets Selita a beautiful but deadly woman with a mysterious past. Will Ben live long enough to be reunited with his family or will the woman Selita be the death of him? 

Friday, December 5, 2014



Hi Readers, I've been writing my butt off and going from one project to the next. I wanted to introduce you to my new Facebook group called Lolah's Loveland. This is a private group for fans of my work and a fun place to hang out. So ladies if you want to join up just click the picture above. 

I post questions, news, pictures and books by other authors along with book trailers and all things Interracial Romance related so come on over and join the gang. 

I am currently working on my next book A CONSTANT REMINDER. It will be out late December 2014 so stay tuned for that. 

I have an author website where all my titles are available in Mobi, Epub and PDF format. It is always best to buy directly from my website because my prices are sometimes discounted. All my titles are still available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Smashwords and Scribd. I will soon be available at AllRomance also. Go over to my website to check out my Bookstore. I will soon be adding more merchandise as well as new ebook titles. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE do not forget to leave a review. They help with all things writer related. 


Saturday, October 25, 2014

17 Questions About La Femme Selita

This is a video blog about my latest book La Femme Selita. **SPOILER ALERT** If you haven't read the book this Q&A gives away the details in the book so it's best to read the book first. If you read the book and you have questions I answered a few here. Lolah Lace

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014


UPDATE: La Femme Selita is out and available Amazon La Femme Selita (AMAZON) and Smashwords La Femme Selita (SMASHWORDS) ebook only $3.99.

I have a new book coming out this month. I’m pretty excited about it. It should be available in ebook format in a couple of days. It’s not at all like the Balls To The Walls Erotica Series. It happens to be the longest Lolah Lace book I've written at 57,000 words. Here’s a brief description for my new book entitled La Femme Selita along with the cover reveal, a hot new book trailer and an excerpt from the book.

Attorney Ben Knox needed a fresh start. He ran away from his career and family years ago and settled into a nice suburban life. He was content in his new life until the demons from his past caught up to him. He is forced into a dire situation that renders him powerless. Ben meets Selita a beautiful but deadly woman with a mysterious past. Will Ben live long enough to be reunited with his family or will the woman Selita be the death of him?

book excerpt 

“Wake up sleepy head.”
I heard her silky, sultry voice. It was only seconds before I felt the terse sting of the hard slap across my clean-shaven cheek. I was now alert for the most part. That was the end of my groggy haze and the beginning of something unknown. Where? What? Who? Questions jumped into my brain and held me down. Focus Ben. I told myself as I searched for lucidity.
My eyes slowly crept open to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Was I dreaming? Did I fall asleep on the couch watching one of those black movies? If so, I was dreaming of the most beautiful black woman I had ever seen. She can’t be real. She must be someone from a movie or one of those primetime TV shows.
Her dark eyes were stunning, alluring in a way that I had never encountered. Her lips were plump, rosy and ready to be kissed. I was becoming aroused for no reason other than her sexy appearance.
Why did I have a headache if this was a dream? Why did I feel the rigid burn of the smack to my jaw? I know that I am awake. This is not one of my drowning dreams. This isn’t a figment of much needed slumber? Is… this… real? I asked myself because it just can’t be.
Reality hit me hard with the sudden inexplicable truth. Why the fuck are my arms tied behind my back? I tried to move, tried to edge in some direction or another. My arms were tangled and twisted. I couldn’t move my hands. I was bound to a chair. No, I was handcuffed to a chair.
I tried to move my hands and I could hear the metal of the cuffs cling against my seat. I looked down at the dark gray cement floor and then back up at the fancy dressed black lady in high heels, my dream lady. Is she the one that slapped me? There was no one else standing anywhere near me. It had to be. Why?
She was looking down at me smiling, more accurately she was smirking. She was dressed in all black, black leather pants with black leather pumps, a sheer black shirt with a bright apple red bra underneath, a red bra to match her bold red lipstick. I studied her carefully soaking up every detail. Her hair was shiny, black, long, hanging on her shoulders and it stopped at her elbows. She donned the body of a goddess and the face of an angel.
“Benicio Pendelton.” She purred in a voice just as sexy as her curvaceous body. She even sounds like a princess.
My reverie was paused when I noticed the two huge men standing behind her. They were a few feet away from her shapely yet slender frame. The two men had visible guns in their waistbands, huge guns. This is not a dream. This is as real as real can be.
“Who, what?” I found my voice although my throat was dry and raw.
“Who, what.” She mocked me with her brightly painted red lips.
“My name is Ben Knox.”
“Benicio Pendelton.” She chanted with minimal vigor. 
“No, Ben Knox.” I offered once more. I waited for her to respond but she didn’t so I took the moment to further my cause. “I don’t know this guy you’re looking for.”
The corners of her lips rose to taunt me with an ominous smile. She chuckled and looked back at the gun-toting goon standing behind her to the left. He was a bald black man with a hard face and square jaw. I couldn’t imagine him smiling, ever. I could imagine him killing someone with his bare hands.
Just like a trained lapdog the black man stepped forward. He removed his gun from the waistband of his jeans and handed it over to the lady.
She took the gun with a familiarity. She removed the safety and pointed it at me, right at my face. What the fuck is going on here? She rushed forward and grabbed a hulking chunk of my hair. She tilted my chin to the ceiling. She had me tight, shit, real tight! It hurts like fucking hell.
I felt her fingernails dig into my scalp. She pressed the gun to my temple. The steel was warm and I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer. Something like please help me. Don’t let me die here like this. I opened my eyes only blinking a few too many times to count. What the fuck is going on here?
“Look motherfucker!” She growled into my face. “I will blow those fucking blue eyes out your orbital cavity if you fuck with me!”
“Please stop!” I thought she was going to claw my brains out. “What do you want?”
“I want you to tell me the truth, Benicio. I don’t have time for games.”
“Okay, Okay! Please.” 
She loosened her grip on my hair. She was staring down at me and her dark eyes were cold and lifeless but still somehow striking.
I didn’t doubt for one minute that she would put a bullet in me. Beautiful but deadly was an understatement. She had an angel face with a devil’s heart. This chick meant business but I didn’t have any business. This was a terrible mistake. She would soon realize this and be upset with herself. That is my hope.
She bent down and stopped inches from my lips. If my tongue jetted out my mouth it would touch her lips. I got a whiff of her breath. It smelled like lemon flavored cough drops.
“Benicio Pendelton.”
I felt the urge to deny that name but soon decided against it.
“Yes.” I felt like crying but I wasn’t going to die here in front of this ruthless chick no matter how stimulatingly sexy she was. I wasn’t going to give her the pleasure of my tears. Fuck You! My motto, my creed, my declaration of independence, I will die with defiance in my spirit. 
She abruptly let me go but not without tossing my head back and jerking my neck to whiplash status.
“Frank.” She took a step back. The square-jawed, bald, black guy stepped forward. She placed the gun behind her back and he took his gun back. I sighed an internal sense of relief as he tucked the pistol into his waistband.
The lady looked down at me and she stepped into my face with her closed fist. Wham! Right into my cheek. She socked me so hard I almost fell over in the chair. FUCK! That hurt. She didn’t hit like a girl. My jaw was on fire but my headache completely disappeared into thin air. She fucking hit me? I questioned her actions as if they hadn’t actually happened, like I didn’t have a front row seat to the madness. The slap, the punch, the gun, what is going on here?
She looked back at the two goons. “Leave me alone with him.” She dismissively ordered.

Both of the men sort of bowed but it was a stiff subtle movement. I noticed the other guy clearly. He was an older tanned white guy with muscles galore and arm tats befitting a rockstar. He might have looked at me and smirked. My vision is blurry. Maybe he knows something I don’t. Am I better off alone with her?

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Worst Things That Happened To Me On A Date

These are the top ten worst things that happened to me while I was on a date. Some dates are terrible. First dates are usually disastrous. Most of my worse dates scenarios come from men over sharing. Zipping the lip goes a long way in life. That is the best lesson a man can learn. No matter how embarrassingly terrible the date is you have to grin until its over. As soon as its over, you have to share the horror story with your best girlfriends. So here goes. These are in no particular order. They all sucked on multiple levels.

10. While having dinner at a steak house, this one guy told me that after work he goes home and cuddles up on the couch with his cat. The visual almost made me threw up in my own mouth.  I’m not sure I’m fond of a man using the word cuddle and cat in the same sentence.

9.  While on a second date at the movies with a guy that was much too young for me (10 years), he told me he had a girlfriend but he liked older women. He wanted kids one day and all the older woman didn’t want to have kids so he had to have a girlfriend his own age to eventually marry. I had to restrain the urge to throat punch him. 

8.  A guy told me he was bipolar in a joking way. A few months later I discovered it wasn’t a joke. He was quad-polar. He refused to take his medication so he was a hot depressed mess and a hot manic mess. Mental illness is nothing to joke about.

7.  In my early twenties I went on a date with a guy that took me to Taco Bell. He proceeded to lick all eleven of his fingers. No serious, entire finger in the mouth with the smacking noises in high-definition surround sound IMAX theater style. Finger Licking Gross!

6.  I once went on a date with a short guy. He had hair plugs but that wasn’t the problem. While at Starbucks, he made snide comments about every single woman that entered Starbucks with high heel shoes on. He was snapping in a buttoned up suit and tie white man way. I was so glad I was wearing flats because I’m quite sure he would have stoned me. It’s not Christian Louboutin, Prada, Manolo Blahnik  and Jimmy Choos fault you're short.

5.  I once went on a platonic friend-date with a guy that bragged about his clothes (every guy wears Lacoste, that’s nothing to brag about), his job (I made more money than him but decided to not mention it), and the Porsche that he was going to go halvies on with his best buddy. Yes, I said halvies on a Porsche. He was going to share the sportscar… like all normal late 30 something year-old men. They would share getting the car three days apiece and one day of rest for the car. Huh? I just report the news. I don’t make it.

4.  I once went on a movie date with a guy to see Swordfish on opening night. We were late. Not my fault, he was slow.  We entered during the previews. We had to sit in the very first row of the packed theater. The entire movie he stared at me. He was burning my peripheral vision up. Awkward, Weird, Creepy. Halle Barry just flashed her boobs. Are you really looking at me and not the movie screen?

3. I went out on a date with a guy who showed me a picture of himself when he we strung out on heroin. Okay I guess there’s nothing more to write about that one.

2. I had a date with a guy and he over-shared by telling me he slept with his stepmother for YEARS, starting when he was fifteen.  He was proud and bragging about it to me. TOO MUCH INFORMATION! Appalled, I asked him, “What did your father ever do to you?” He shrugged and said "nothing"… Jesus take the wheel. I can’t drive.

1. An older guy I knew I had nothing in common with begged me for a date. We went to the movies. While at the ticket counter he reached in his front pocket for his money to pay. All his bills were balled up into individual pieces. He had to un-crumble them before he gave them to the ticket lady. Of course there was a long line behind us. He talked the entire movie. He asked me questions like it was a hard movie to follow. He kept calling Kevin Bacon, Tom Cruise. As if they look like. The movie was Hollow Man. A small child could understand the plot. 

 I have had enough terrible dates to last a lifetime. I'm not sure how I can even write Erotic Romance after those dates.