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INTERVIEW and GIVEAWAY
Black Clover: Desecration of Purity
by Herbert Kelley
When Damon Green had his first sexual experience at a very young age, he could not have known that his new-found sexuality would develop into a full-blown addiction. Women were incessantly on his mind and growing up in a large city like Dallas, Texas, he had ample opportunity to indulge in his every sexual whim. From LaShonda, the first girl to show him what “feels good”, to Freda, the woman who haunts his dreams, Damon shows us what struggling with an addiction can do to the mental health of a seemingly normal man.
Most disturbingly, we learn about Damon’s relationship with his mother and how it assuredly played a role in the development of his sexuality. While he wants nothing more than to have a normal relationship with Lynn, the woman he loves, he continues to be bombarded by a demon from his past who is determined to make sure that he loves no one but her.
I decided to bring chicken from the store. It fit the occasion.
Our new meeting was in a newly built shopping center. It was nice, the doctor was moving up.
As I walked in I carefully scanned around for new faces. Sometimes I would bring Lynn, but she was spending time with her father tonight.
I placed the food on the table. Everyone else brought plenty to eat. I analyzed what everyone brought.
“Damon, how are you?”
I turned around and it was Ciara, a smooth chocolate beautiful package.
She grew up in Arlington, a fairly large and modern part of Dallas. The new Dallas Cowboy Stadium was built there, replacing the old one in Irving.
Ciara was living alone. One night she was asleep and she was awakened by a stranger ravaging her.
She was six foot three. Very slim in build and she kept a short haircut. She had a perfect model figure.
She explained how she had gotten beaten and bruised up. The assault went on for hours. She mentioned that the lock on her apartment had been tampered with. On more than a few occasions the emergency service came and fixed her lock.
“Good morning,” a stranger said.
Ciara ignored him and continued to put her key into her car door. He approached her and introduced himself.
“I’m Gary and I live in the building adjacent to yours. I notice you all the time. I intended to introduce myself a long time ago. The time wasn’t right. Here’s my number, if you would like, call me.” He spoke with too much aggression.
“No, thank you,” she spoke politely, but the nervousness was evident.
“No strings attached. If you need a friend, just call.”
She mentioned his stare could pierce a brick wall. She was very adamant about getting into her car and leaving.
Well, the same guy broke into her apartment while she was sleeping in the living room. She had been lounging around in her night clothes.
After the incident she found herself fantasizing about being raped again. She said she would leave her window open for him to crawl through. She was addicted to the excitement and her attacker.
“I’m doing fine. How’s your daughter?” I asked.
She gotten pregnant during the attack.
“She’s doing great. Straight A’s in school. I am very proud of her,” Ciara responded.
As we were chatting, the doctor entered the room.
“Everyone gather around it’s time to start group.”
Everyone sat in their chairs in a circle.
“Does anyone have anything they want to process? If so, speak up, but first I see we have a few new faces and I would like to welcome them to our session. I am familiar with the rest of you.”
I hoped that Lynn would still show up. She was my security blanket.
“Can we eat while we process?” Hillary asked in a soft voice.
Hillary was a very compassionate and naïve female. She had an oval shaped face and bronze eyes. She kept a California tan. She was very precise in her choices of men. The Lindsey Lohan, type. Pretty woman, even though I always thought these things were situations white people created for themselves. I quickly realized that these were black people problems too.
“If anyone wants to eat, you are more than welcomed while we talk,” the doctor answered.
Today everyone was here. Everyone had begun to identify with me better. I’ve been attending the meetings on a very regular basis.
“I have a question for Ciara,” Hillary said.
Actually, I believe she had a girl crush on Ciara.
Ciara had a small round shaped nose. She wore a natural afro. Tonight her jeans fit her perfectly shaped body. Her hips were very broad and she a small waist line. Her underwear always showed, but she was very classy.
“What is it Hillary?” Ciara sighed.
Hillary was a drama queen.
“How are you coping with your fears of being alone? Well, living alone.”
“I am very vigilant, but I live a normal life. I don’t want this to keep me captive. I live upstairs now. I am very convinced that the world is good. There are a lot of nice people in the world,” Ciara answered.
Hillary smiled, but you could tell she wasn’t happy with the answer Ciara gave. Then she blurted out.
“Okay doc, last night I met a nice man. I called you five times, but you never answered. I wonder why.”
She and the doctor had some history. I hate to give false information. So, we won’t get into that this minute.
“What happened?” Ciara asked Hillary. The doctor nodded at Hillary waiting on an answer.
Hillary began, “I was at the park, sitting on the bench watching the birds because it was my day off. Well, this attractive man sat next to me. We started to have a conversation. I like the effort he gave, so we decided to go skating.”
“How long did you and the man talk,” the doctor asked.
“It doesn’t matter, let me finish! We went skating. I took him to where I practice my roller rink boxing. I dressed out in my school girl dress and halter top.”
“Why would you dress so skimpy? A first impression means a lot,” I second guessed her decision.
“I don’t need your approval, nor do I care about what someone thinks of me. A woman can wear anything she wants.”
“Whatever,” I said with a smug gesture.
“Can I finish please? The rest of you will not talk. So let me finish! Ugh! Like I was saying, this man had the nerve while we skated to constantly raise my skirt up. I had a few drinks before we started skating. The people there cheered him on. Then I fell and he helped me up. I went to the restroom and I got sick. To make this short, we ended up at his place in his bed. After he pleasured me, I started to cry. I felt so dirty, I called you, but you never answered.” Then she frowned at the doc.
“I believe you have no will power! Nor do you want to even try to stop. I don’t care how much we come here you keep doing the same thing. I betcha I can break you, just give me five minutes. I’ll take you to James’s world,” then James laughed.
James always agitated Hillary. He looked like Pee Wee Herman very nerdy. He was addicted to porn. He spent three years in prison for having illegal pictures on his computer.
“You’re a douche bag,” Hillary shouted.
“Enough,” the doctor shouted.
“I have something to process,” Megan said.
These meetings always were a drag, but they kept me focused. I ate my chicken. I was enjoying myself watching the drama and then my phone vibrated. It was Lynn.
“Hey, it’s me. You want to do something special tonight? I love you.”
“Anything for you, I love you too.”
Now, I loved when she would make me feel special and planned things without asking.
I looked over by the Wet Bar that the doctor had built in the room. Freda was sitting there with her hand up as if she had a question to ask. She hadn’t spoken to me, nor had I talked to her. She didn’t control me any longer.
She frowned, her nose up at me. Actually it had been about two years since we talked, although sometimes she would show up at my sessions. I ignored her as well.
“Megan, we are not here to talk about work.” The doctor explained.
“I don’t want to talk about work!”
Megan would always talk about work. She was a Forensic Scientist, who was a pain freak. I liked her stories. As long as everyone talked I didn’t have to. The session would be over.
Megan had dark hair, a brunette. I couldn’t be sure about her nationality. She looked Italian, but with Caribbean features. She was exotic and a genuine dream girl with brains and beauty. That’s a very nice combination for any man to face.
“I had a dream last night,” Meagan began. “I was in prison talking to the man that poisoned my best friend. All of a sudden, I was driving through an open golf course. I parked my car in a pro-shop. Then I walked into the autopsy room. My friend was laid out on the table, with a football mouthpiece between her lips.”
“That sounds disturbing. Death is the final change we all must face and also the most mysterious and frightening. Is this friend still living?” the doc asked.
“Is she ill?”
“We’re getting somewhere now. Your subconscious may be preparing you for an actual event. This could be to enlighten or comfort you. When you dream of death the dream speaks another language.”
“Okay, what about dreams of other men in the park?” Franklin inquired with a hiss.
Franklin is gay, a kind of strong looking fella, who normally doesn’t talk at all. He usually sits around brushing his hair with his legs crossed. When he did speak, he always talked about the Oak Lawn and Cedar Springs area. That’s a highly populated gay area. The doctor always seems to keep his prognosis to Franklin’s questions short and seemingly to back out of too much dialogue. Maybe doc’s homophobic.
“Could you please stay with the real topic?” The doctor seemed disgusted with Franklin. He had more of a comment than a question. Megan continued.
I thought to myself let him talk because they are getting too close to me in the circle.
“Okay, I’m going to speak on something else. Tuesday while I was at work my co-worker made a smart ass comment to me. I constantly think of hurting him sexually. I would like to break his bones. Even keep him captive in a cage. The more he power thrusts, the more I’m turned on. So, I decided to ask him out on a date. He said he didn’t date women in the workplace. So, the next day, I called in late. I spoke to him, I asked him for help. I told him that my car ran out of gas. I normally ride my Harley to work. I gave him directions to where I was and when he arrived I drove away, making him chase me back to work. He was pissed, I love cops and robbers.”
“Okay, our hour is up. Megan, I need to speak with you alone. Please everyone, finish the food. Everyone’s appointment is set for the same time next week.” The doctor then called Megan over.
I talked with everyone shortly before I left. I looked for Freda, but she was gone. I didn’t care about her being mad. My life was on track.
From the moment I read the first chapter of Herbert Kelley’s Black Clover, I knew I was going to have a hard time putting it down. Being introduced to a young man at the time in his life when he has his first sexual experience, which eventually leads to a full blown addiction, was a sure way to draw me in. Hearing Damon Green describe his sexual escapades brought this urban fiction book of erotica to life.
While much of the book is focused on Damon’s struggle to control his addiction, we’re also introduced to a number of characters who help fuel his flame, namely Freda, the woman of his “dreams,” and her cougar mother, Penny. Although Damon tries to resist the feminine wiles of this mother/daughter duo, they seem to possess a certain power over him that only they have control of. Ultimately, as with all of us, it is up to Damon to dig deep within himself to find the strength to keep his temptations at bay.
Kelley is superb at developing major characters and drawing the reader in through extreme detail in the use of urban terminology, legends, and experiences. This work of fiction reads like an autobiography and at times I found myself wondering if it might truly be about the author himself (although he assures me it is complete fiction). My heart ached for Damon when he revealed his relationship with his mother and I have to wonder if that is not the driving factor behind his addiction. Kelley did a great job keeping me interested and longing for more. I’m expectantly awaiting the sequel!.
Interview with the Author
Hi Herbert. Thanks for your generous donation to our giveaway and thanks for joining me today to discuss your book Black Clover: Desecration of Purity.
I live in Australia and hadn’t heard of “Urban Fiction” until now. Can you please explain what it is?
Urban fiction, also known as street lit, is a literary genre set, as the name implies, in a city landscape; however, the genre is as much defined by the socio-economic realities and culture of its characters as the urban setting. The tone for urban fiction is usually dark, focusing on the underside of city living. Profanity, sex, and violence are usually explicit, with the writer not shying away from or watering-down the material.
When did this genre come to the forefront?
Urban Fiction has been around since Hip Hop started, but it gained more popularity over the past 15 years.
Who are the most influential writers in this genre?
There are so many of them it’s hard to say.
What sparked the idea for this book?
The inspiration was observing people that had an addiction to lust and watching different triggers unfold to ruthless needs because of tragic factors in their lives.
Which comes first? The character’s story or the idea for the novel?
The idea for the book came first, then I created the characters.
What was the hardest part about writing this book
The hardest part about writing the book was I felt I was transforming in the a certain character in which I had to do a reality check.
How many books do you have planned for this series?
This book is part of a three book series.
How long did it take you to write this book?
It took about two months to write this book including writers block.
What is your writing routine?
About 4 am I get up and fix a hot cup of coffee and do some research. Then I will look over my previous writing and start writing my new material.
What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer?
Keep your confidence up and never take no for answer.
What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
When I am not working, I like hanging out at the gym and listening to music.
What does your family think of your writing?
Everyone loves my writing. I do not let my mother read my work. She is extremely religious and that is how I was brought up. I do not think she would approve of what I write about.
Please tell us a bit about your childhood.
I grew up in the ghetto in Dallas. Times were tough but we survived. I played sports in school. I went to church frequently with my family. In my spare time we played marbles.
Did you like reading?
Yes, I do.
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
When I could come up with stories so easily and they sounded so realistic. That is when I realized I had an imagination to be reckoned with.
Did your childhood experiences influence your writing?
What was your favorite book?
What can we look forward to from you in the future?
In the future you can look forward to two more parts of the Black Clover Series. The next Black Clover book is written. I will release it at the end of this year. Part three is written as well. I might let the readers decide on an alternate ending. At the moment I’m writing a memoir of my mother’s life.
Thank you so much for your time, Herbert. Best of luck with your writing career.
About the Author
Herbert Kelley is from Dallas, Texas. He is an entrepreneur who has studied Telecommunications. Herbert started writing in his mid-thirties and realized that this was very comforting to him. He published his first book, Snitching: The Forbidden Story in 2007. In 2011, he started writing the explosive Black Clover Series which broadened his imagination to horizons of which he could never have dreamed. Desecration of Purity is Volume 1 in a three-part series. Volume 2 will be released at the end of 2013. Herbert is currently working on his mother’s memoir.