Jane of All Trades by Mariposa Urbana

JaneofalltradesTo all of her friends Kat is no different than any other woman. She’s a hardworking business woman always on the grind and occasionally she manages to squeeze in a relationship. But there is also a different and much darker side to the seemingly innocent Kat. She has a seemingly unbreakable tie to the drug kingpin Lupe who runs her city with an iron fist. With each step she tries to take forward and away from him and the lifestyle he lives, she gets sucked in deeper. Balancing this double life gets even more difficult when she meets Angel. The two bump into each other at an amusement park and suddenly Kat is seeing life through new eyes. She falls in love fast and hard. Being with him pushes her to want to walk away from it all for good and start over. She doesn’t get far before the streets are knocking on her front door reminding her of who she truly is. Trying to continue her normal life and hide Lupe from Angel and the rest of the world proves to be a bit too much for the orphaned Kat. All things past and present come to light and Kat realizes she has to choose. What will she choose, Lupe and the game or herself?


“Get in.” He instructed as he walked around to his side of the car.

“No.” My reign of sassy continued.

“Damnit Katerlina!” He stomped back around to me, opened the door, and shoved me into the car.

The entire ride to my place I had nothing to say and neither did he. Neither of us wanted to break our scowls to express our frustration with the other. I nearly jumped out of the car when we got into the driveway because I wanted to get away from him quickly. I stormed up the walkway ignoring my nosy neighbor’s greeting and went inside. I slammed the door behind me. Having a door slammed in his face pissed Angel off even more. He repeated my angry door slam, but with so much force I jumped.

“So this is what we do now?” He grabbed my shoulder and forced me to look at him.

“What? I was going to get a smoothie.”

“You know what I mean. What were you doing talking to Jose?”

“He ran into Gerald and me when he was getting the ball from the game. Anyway, what’s it to you? I was only going to walk with him to the smoothie bar. Unlike you, son of a bitch, I’m not still fucking my ex!” I screamed to the top of my lungs like I wanted the world to hear.

“I slipped up once and I swore it would never happen again. I’ve been home every night since then. Oh, but you wouldn’t know that would you? Where in the hell have you been these past few days?” It was now his turn to yell.

“I’ve been doing me.” And with that I walked away. I was done.

“Doing me? Oh you mean hooking up with my friends when my back is turned.” I just waved my hand in annoyance at that. “Now you’re quiet. So what was it? You were hurting me for hurting you.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was doing. I was gonna fuck his brains out just like you kept fucking Samantha.” Tears were brimming in my eyes again so I walked away into the sunroom.

Angel followed behind me but for a moment he just stood there glaring at me with his fist clenched by his side. I stared him down unable to determine his next move and when he took another step into the room I flinched. I didn’t have another moment to react because he was in my face. He grabbed me and threw me down onto the wicker sofa.

“Oh, so you were going to let him fuck you?” He asked through gritted teeth, while ripping off my pants and tearing my panties.

“Angel stop it! I wasn’t really going to!” I tried to shove him off.

He placed a rough kiss on my lips to silence my protests. His new found aggression startled me. The more I tried to get him away from me the rougher he got in his attempts to keep me right where I was as he undressed.

“Jose, really?” He wrestled my arms down above my head.

He wrapped his belt around my wrists binding them together then he took the end of the strap and looped through the arm of the chair. He yanked it twice to make sure he had me just as he wanted me. I felt so scared and helpless, yet turned on.

“So you’re gonna give it away?” He ran his hand down in between my thighs.

He paused giving me a smirk, and then he raised my thigh and took the plunge into my wetness. I no longer wanted to fight him. In fact I wanted to be even more vulnerable to his newer, crazier side. With a dick game like this, hell no I’m not giving it away! Now I wore a smirk as I thought to myself.

“Te gusta?” He asked,

“Yes baby I love it!”

Samantha and their baby was now a long forgotten thing as we let our bodies say the things our mouths couldn’t. I was his mind, body, and soul. His thrusts were taking me to the ends of the earth and back. By now he was digging into me so hard the chair had begun to skid across the floor. No matter how much I wanted to stop him or at least get him to ease up on me my hands we’re literally tied. So all I could do was lay there and take the sensual assault on my body. Angel noticed me struggling to free my hands and his excitement intensified.

“Don’t try to get away. Toma!” He whispered roughly into my ear deepening his strokes.

Now my knees were pushed into my chest and I howled. No matter which way I wiggled or squirmed Angel made sure I didn’t give him an inch. As punishment for my futile escape attempts he lowered my legs but straddled my face. His caramel rod of steel was gagging me as he held the back of my head and slid in and out my mouth. I’d never been into this sort of kinky shit, but the passion in Angel had me convinced. I’d never been handled so brutally yet delicately, all at the same time before and it was definitely getting me off.

Finally, he gave one more deep stroke to my mouth and I felt a hot liquid hitting the back of my throat. He looked down at me and without saying a word he commanded me to do what he wanted. Though I could hardly breathe, I wrapped my mouth around him and swallowed as his spasms continued.  He gave an approving smile as he looked down at me. I was panting like a wild creature and my eyes were watering. I actually felt a little violated.

“I’m moving back into the bedroom.” He stated while he untied me. Then he just walked off leaving me sitting there rubbing my sore wrists.

IMG_1146Mariposa is an urban fiction author who often refers to herself as the mistress of the pen. She has had a passion for writing since she could first pick up a pen and began writing poems and short stories at the age of nine. Once she began to take writing, seriously, she ‘became a new woman’ and the persona Mariposa Urbana was born. She uses writing and her alter ego to express her new found challenges as a single mother. “Its like Mariposa says all the things that Teshia was afraid to. When I’m her I can say what I want when I want and I don’t care who likes it. It’s liberating!” She chose the pen name Mariposa Urbana because just like an actual butterfly regardless of its surroundings a butterfly is still a butterfly, it doesn’t change.
Get to know Mariposa:
1: How do you feel now that your second book is about to be released?
A: I’m so excited. And so nervous. I’m starting all over again in the literary world. A lot has changed with me since the release of my first, D&K. 
2:  Is your latest release a reflection of this transition in your life?
A: No not really. The next one will be trust me. But Jane of All Trades can kinda go with my whole restarting situation. I mean both Kat and I had to learn how to get out from our comfort zones and just learn how to let go and let it roll, you know?
3: Why do you think readers are going to love Jane of All Trades?
A: Personally I love it because for once the girl is running the show. Usually its always the man thats the boss. Other than that fact readers will love this because this book takes you on a roller coaster. You’re going to fall in love with some of the characters then in the next moment want to smack the hell out of them. Then you’re gonna cry with/for Kat. But in the next chapter you’re going to be laughing over something stupid she says or does. All around its just different.
4: Would you say this upcoming release is more street than D&K?
A: I would like to think so. When I was finishing up Jane of All Trades I was in a new environment where I definitely learned some new things that completely shattered that cute little safe box I’ve been in my whole life. So some of that is reflected, especially with Kat’s character. I feel like my main character is way more vicious in this one. 
5:Now I’m intrigued. What was it about this past year that has seemed to push you to go so hard now?
A: Umm besides walking in on my “husband” and another woman, or working in a strip club? Ha-ha. But honestly I really do take all of my fears, frustrations, and heartbreaks and pour them into my writing. That’s where the anger and pain came from in my new character’s life. So with this one I will say that I did pour a little of my situation into our main character just in the sense that its like just like me, we want to just move on and be happy and worry free but at the end of the day you have to wake up and realize that its either go hard or you don’t eat. So love, friendships and things like that kinda get pushed to the back burner so you can focus on your hustle. For me it was like a mantra, I just kept reminding myself it was just me and my daughter. Providing for us was all me now. 
6: Wow! It seems like you have been through a lot. Strip club huh? What was that all about?
A:Read the next one and see, ha-ha. 
7: Okay, okay. Well what can readers be looking forward to from you from here on out?
A: Now that I’m at a point where I can relax a little bit more I am going to be way more active online and reaching out a lot more. I’m gonna get back to “Mariposa the Fiction Vixen” as I used to call myself. Back to blogging, doing short erotic stories for my blog, book signings and just being more present. I want people to know I’m here and hungrier than ever. I’m on a mission to make it to the top of that best sellers list. But in the mean time you can link up with me on Facebook or Instagram! 
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