Legacy
Chronicles
of the Nubian Underworld
Book Two
Shakir
Rashaan
Genre: BDSM Erotic Romance
Publisher: Strebor Books/Atria Books
(A Division of Simon & Schuster)
Date of Publication: June 10, 2014
ISBN: 9781593095468
ASIN: B00GEEB58M
Number of pages: 272
Word Count: 67,000+
Cover Artist: Keith Saunders, Marion
Designs
Book Description:
A tale unlike anything else, this second
episode in the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld series continues the
erotically charged journey inside Atlanta's African-American Fetish/BDSM
community.
"In order to be great, you have to
leave your mark. Are you ready to leave your mark?"
After returning from Dubai, a power shift
occurs within the Atlanta Fetish community as the "torch" is passed
on from Amenhotep to Ramesses and Neferterri. The Palace is being transformed
in Ramesses' image, and the new "power couple" is adjusting to life
in the spotlight and the benefits -- and headaches -- that come with it.
But as Ramesses puts the finishing
touches on establishing the balance of power, Amenhotep has tasked him with a
daunting undertaking -- one that will test his will and re-forge a bond that
was once broken, cementing his legacy within the sacred "society."
Exotic,
decadent, and written by a true insider, Legacy takes you deeper into the
Atlanta Fetish/BDSM community, twisting more surprises and revelations that are
sure to take your breath away.
Excerpt:
“So, how did You enjoy
Your time in Dubai, youngster?”
Under normal
circumstances, a phone call at 7:00 a.m. wouldn’t have bothered me, but coming
home and suffering serious jet lag from the near fifteen-hour flight made this
phone call something of a cruel joke Amenhotep was playing on me.
With the way I felt, I
was in desperate need of a vacation from our vacation. We’d spent nearly a week
in paradise, one of the most unique and luxurious locales on the planet while
celebrating His and paka’s nuptials, and here He was sounding bright-eyed and
bushy-tailed like the flight time never had one ounce of an effect on Him.
I looked at the phone,
trying my best to match His energy, realizing quickly that I wouldn’t come
close to meeting Him halfway. “Dubai was wonderful, and that’s putting it
mildly, Sir,” I replied. My voice sounded like I’d gargled with broken glass.
“I feel so drained right now. If I were working for someone else, I would be
calling in sick. Why are You calling so early in the morning anyway, Sir? Is
something wrong?”
“Well, to answer Your
question, we have business to take care of, kid.” He sounded as serious as a
heart attack as His voice carried through the air waves and into my ears. “Oh,
and You are working for someone else…You’re working for Me, now.”
His trademark chuckle
made me want to vomit. He couldn’t be serious about trying to get back to
business now, could He? “Come on, Sir? Give Me twenty-four hours to recover,
veg out on the couch and enjoy the children, anything other than working the
next morning after we’d gotten off the plane?” I hated sounding like a freaking
teenager trying to beg his father for more time to be lazy, but I really needed
some time to be lazy. Neferterri was soundly sleeping next to me, completely
oblivious to the conversation I was having with Him.
Why in the hell did I
have to be a light sleeper?
The laughter over the
phone after I made my plea gave me the distinct impression that my request
would not be honored. “See, that’s the problem with you young folks. By now, I
would have taken care of the things that we need to take care of before lunch.
Are You getting soft on Me already, youngster?”
I sat up after hearing
that question. “Not by a long shot, old man, but I have to wonder how in the
world You’re able to be so fucking hyper when You took the same flight we took
to get back home?”
“Clean living, You
should try it sometime.” His voice never lost its energy. Slowly and surely, it
began to breathe life into me, providing the necessary adrenaline rush to lift
from the bed and shuffle into the bathroom to begin freshening up. “In order to
be great, You have to leave Your mark. Are You ready to leave Your mark,
Ramesses?”
He appealed to my ego
with that question. He knew full well I was ready to leave my mark, and I was
ready to do it in a big way. I had been plotting and planning ever since the
conversation we had in Dubai one night, when everything was set in motion:
“I’m ready to do this,
Sir. The shock has worn off. It’s My time, now.”
“Is that right,
Ramesses? Do You think You’re ready to take things tothe next level?”
“I wouldn’t be here
talking with You if I wasn’t ready to take things to the next level. The
question is, are You ready for what the next level is?”
“Youngster, I’ve been
waiting for You for the past few years to figure out when You were ready. I
have the means for You to do what needs to be done, and You have the energy and
drive to make it all happen. The way I see it, it’s a win-win proposition for
everyone involved.”
“So, why are we here
talking when we can be laying the groundwork so I can hit the ground running
when we get back? You know the expansion plans I’ve wanted to execute for some
time now.”
“The answer to Your
question comes with its own question, Ramesses. The plans for the Palace are
only the tip of the iceberg. There’s something else I need You to do for Me.
This is big, probably bigger than any plans You might have for the Palace.”
“I haven’t refused You
before, what makes You think I’m backing down from this request?”
“The request I am making
of You, Sir, will require You to do something that I don’t know if You’re going
to be willing to do.”
“Stop speaking in
riddles and get to the point, Sir. You know I don’t do the cloak-and-dagger
nonsense. Spit it out.”
“In order for You to
accomplish the expansion plans that You have in mind, You’re going to have to
have two individuals to help with those plans. They haven’t spoken to each
other in nearly a decade, and despite My efforts, they have yet to reach an
accord. Where I have failed, perhaps You might succeed. It’s the only way Your
ultimate plans will come to fruition.”
“If it’s the two people
that I think You’re talking about, Sir, I might as well scrap the plans now.”
“Don’t be so quick to
scrap what has been laid out for You, Ramesses. You and I both know things
happen for a reason.”
“I’m dying to know what
the reason is for this one.”
“Only time will tell, My
old friend…only time will tell.”
“You haven’t answered My
question, kid,” Amenhotep’s voice sliced through my thoughts. “Are You ready to
leave Your mark?”
What He asked for was
the impossible. A decade of noncommunication and animosity, and I was supposed
to diffuse that in the course of months? If He couldn’t do it, what made Him
think I would be able to do it? Yes, I have an ego bigger than the great state
of Texas, but even I have my limitations. On the one hand, what He was asking
for was next to impossible, but on the other hand, if I had the right
leverage, I might have
the ability to do something my Mentor wasn’t able to do. The end game was too
seductive to resist.
“I’m ready, Sir,” I
answered. “And I already have a plan in mind.”
About the
Author:
Shakir Rashaan currently lives in
suburban Atlanta with his wife and two children. Rashaan's catalog includes the
series Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld and the upcoming Kink, P.I., and
current projects being developed under the pen name Curtis Alexander Hamilton.
Other credits include several anthologies, including the bestselling Zane
Presents Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3. You can see more of Rashaan at
ShakirRashaan.com.
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/shakirrashaan
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