Angelia Vernon Menchan, Serialist...

Angelia Vernon Menchan is an avid serial writer. Her goal is to engage readers in ongoing stories filled with people like them, who they can grow to know. Some will inspire love and devotion, others rage and ridicule, perhaps. They will all inspire feelings and generate conversation!


Thursday, November 12, 2015


Sister You Are More Than Your assETS is a mentor's outreach to young sisters. Angelia Vernon Menchan has penned a timely book sharing her life experiences as a growing and grown woman in overcoming sometimes daunting experiences. It also speaks to the way in which women can love, support and empower other women, sometimes simply by being there. This book is in no way a fix for the ills of society and will not speak to every reader. It is meant for those who can take what's needed and pass on the rest.


Ages 16-106




Thursday, September 10, 2015


Arba Vermont and Ashanti Samuels are inseparable best friends, closer than sisters. Arba is a high profile attorney and Ashanti an up and coming local politician. They are also beautiful and most wanted, for most things good. They have an association serving young women and the sky seems to be the limit but things are not always as they seem.

There are secrets unknown to the women that could threaten everything they have worked so hard for. In many ways, it could be life threatening. The past is dying to become the present and players with differing agendas lurk. Will the women with it all be able to bond and overcome the forces that want to divide and conquer? And what about love? Is that even an option for women with seemingly no need for more?

Gabrielle and Vernon-Menchan have penned a fast-paced, suspense filled drama filled with secrets, lies but more than anything love, family and resilience.



Monday, August 31, 2015

Preorder WOMEN MOST WANTED... Kindle and Nook

Women Most Wanted by Elissa Gabrielle and Angelia Vernon Menchan


Coming September 10th


Arba Vermont and Ashanti Samuels are inseparable best friends, closer than sisters. Arba is a high profile attorney and Ashanti an up and coming local politician. They are also beautiful and most wanted, for most things good. They have an association serving young women and the sky seems to be the limit but things are not always as they seem.


There are secrets unknown to the women that could threaten everything they have worked so hard for. In many ways, it could be life threatening. The past is dying to become the present and players with differing agendas lurk. Will the women with it all be able to bond and overcome the forces that want to divide and conquer? And what about love? Is that even an option for women with seemingly no need for more?


Gabrielle and Vernon-Menchan have penned a fast-paced, suspense filled drama filled with secrets, lies but more than anything love, family and resilience.  



Wednesday, July 22, 2015

IT AIN'T LOVE I WANT... Coming Friday, July 24th...

Scene One 2005


His eyes sucked her in the moment she walked into the room. She was taller than average with above average looks. Her hair was a nice mixture of Africa and Asia, flowing around her shoulders, her skin was so damn sweet looking, he wanted to lick her and her body was flawless. Her breasts were abundant but not over large, her waist nicely indented and her ass and hips were rounded and high.

Damn, I want her but she is hella young. He thought.

The anonymous man was checking for Zaria but she had already decided he was going to get her virginity that night. There was something about the way he stood, checking out the room and when his eyes feasted on her, she knew. Not only that but he was the perfect physical type for her, he was dark with ebony eyes, tall and muscular but not overtly and she could tell from his large hands and the print in his jeans he was hung and she wanted hung. Her sex life had been restricted to pleasing herself but she had seen enough pictures to know what she craved.

Zaria graduated high school two years earlier and was in her second year of college and her grades and academic life was on point. She simply waited to turn eighteen to get her freak on, she did not want anyone getting in trouble for her and her mother would have certainly yelled foul if she had sex with an older man before coming of age.

The thumping music made her go to the dance floor alone and start dancing sensually. Closing her eyes she gave into the music. She felt him walk close to her and start dancing. For several songs they danced in sync until the music slowed and he pulled her up against his hard body. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her. She felt his hardness on her leg and moisture pooled in her thong.

I am Gerard. This is my club. He said in a deep, voice.

I am Zaria and I like your club, thanks for opening it. As they spoke, she gyrated her pelvis against him and felt him get harder and harder. He groaned slightly.

Zaria, you are asking for trouble, dancing against me like that.

I want trouble Gerard. I came here looking for it. Her words shot through him.

How old are you? He asked.

I am in my second year of college, so you do the math. She knew he would assume she was twenty and that was fine. She did not want to scare him off by saying she was eighteen. How old are you, sexy club owner?

I am thirty, I just turned thirty and you are the sexiest woman I ever saw. Come to my office.

He stopped dancing and walked to the back of the club and she followed him. He made a point of locking the door, watching her to see if she would get nervous. She did not, her eyes followed him and she was cucumber cool.

I want you Zaria and you have made it clear you want me.  I am not going to have you in my club because I want you naked and open for me and this is not the place. I live in the Loft at 12476 Elmhurst. Show up there at two a.m. and we can finish what your ass started.

Not saying a word, she walked close to him and took his hand, placing it inside her thong, allowing him to feel her wetness and the prominence of her XOXOXO. Closing his eyes, he had to grit his teeth. She stepped back and walked from the room, disappearing in the night.

Monday, June 22, 2015

FOR THE LOVE OF... LOVE'S CULURE IV Coming July 5th Preorder NOW

Two months in Italy had been a boon to Donas career and her relationship with Fernando but she wasnt sold on marriage. He proposed in Italy but she told him she needed more time. Marriage scared her. She had never seen or experienced a good one up close and personal. Deep Denton, her producer seemed to have a great marriage but he came from that and no marriage she ever saw seemed as good as the one with Mahad Basari and his wife Sadia but they were for all intents, newlyweds. She wanted and needed more than the past six months, she felt compelled to know Fernando beyond the goodness. Being alone in Italy with music playing and room service could fool a sister.

Fernando understood Donas hesitancy and wasnt sure about his own urgency. It was as if he needed to marry her as quickly as possible to insure she was his. He also wondered if his past as gigolo, for lack of a better word was part of the problem; the week before they left Italy there had been an occurrence.

Fernando.” The soft cultured voice called out.

Turning to face the beautiful and older Italian woman, Fernando tried to keep his face neutral. Dona stood by his side, with his arm draped around her waist.

“Hello, Maria, it has been years.”

“It has. I tried getting in touch with you for a long time but your numbers changed. I hear you are now quite the successful entertainer but you were always good at entertaining.” She simpered. Fernando felt Dona tense slightly.

“Yes, music is now my sole career. This is my woman, Dona. Dona this is Maria Fortelli, an old friend.”

Marias face froze at the word old but she quickly recovered. Finally, she acknowledged Dona.

“You are a very fortunate woman. He comes with great references.” She said as she strode away, elegantly.

 Dona turned back to the festivities and never addressed the meeting but Fernando felt her energy.

He needed her to understand that was who he once was.


Mahad couldnt get enough of Sadias belly. She was huge and he loved on her all the time, focusing on their baby. She was allowing Abia and Nelson and a couple others to run the Bookshop and she was home most days, taking it easy in the last weeks of her pregnancy. He could work from anywhere and was home with her as much as she allowed.

Moans escaped Sadia as Mahad rubbed pure, organic coconut oil on her naked belly. They were on the veranda and she was only wearing panties. Her breasts and belly were fully bloomed. Mahads eyes feasted on her beauty.

“Stop that or you are going to make me…” He said.

“You should. I know I am big but we can work this out.” She murmured. She didnt have to say another word. He maneuvered her so he could have full access.

Monday, June 1, 2015




Anise took one final glance in the mirror before walking outside and getting in her five year old car. She worked as a legal secretary and lived in a decent apartment complex. Her Camry was still in good shape but she felt that was all a miracle. After all the alcohol she had drunk and men she had been with, there should have been booze and sperm oozing from her pores. The funny thing was, if she had felt like laughing at herself, she looked pretty good.


Her face was a bit puffy. She wore a size twelve and was in great shape and pretty toned. Her hair was cut short and her nutmeg colored skin was clear. The truth was, aside from the drinking and men, she was pretty healthy. She walked most evenings and had a bike she rode around the neighborhood but she loved alcohol. After dinner, she mostly drank until she went to bed and though the frequency of the men had slowed down, way down, she still loved that as well. She shook those thoughts from her head as she pulled into traffic. She had thought about going back to church since moving back to Jacksonville almost two years earlier but today would be her first day.


Stidwell Baptist had grown over the years. She heard they had a young pastor, Delbert Owa, from Africa, and he was bringing the Word. People were joining in droves for his preaching and teaching style. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties and his beautiful wife, Krista, was a couple of years younger. Rumor had it, they met in seminary school and got married and he decided to remain in America. They had a seven-year-old daughter.



Chantelle was still ushering and noticed Anise immediately when she walked in. It had been years and for some reason it bothered her how well Anise looked. She had always hated girls like Anise who seemed to grow up like weeds with no parameters. Anise had grown up in the church as well, but unlike Chantelle, she moved out at eighteen on her own and stopped going.


Feeling someone’s eyes on her, Anise looked up and into the face of Chantelle. It was clearly her but her forehead was lined. She was thin and hard looking. Nodding at her, Anise took a seat near the middle aisle. Once she was seated, the singers came out and started singing, Break Every Chain. Anise soon forgot about Chantelle.


After the reading of the Scriptures and a couple of songs, Pastor Owa stood and told them they would read and hear a word from God on Luke 15:11-30, The Parable of the Lost Son. Anise did not have to open her Bible; she was able to recite it from memory.

After she was done reading, she plopped down in her seat. She didn’t have any family to return to and no one had given her any kind of inheritance. She understood and had lived her prodigal daughter experience.


For forty-five minutes, the pastor spoke and taught directly from the message and his words penetrated Anise like tiny arrows. At the end of the sermon when the doors of the church were opened, Anise was tempted to rejoin but her feet would not move.


On the way out, Chantelle stopped her. For the first time in fifteen years they were face to face.


“Hello, Anise, it has been years. What brought you home?”


“I drove in my car. One can always come home, Chantelle.” Anise walked down the steps and into the sun. It felt good on her face.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

In Felina and Arabella's Mix: Felix Women VI Coming May 8, 2015

Scott glanced at the ultrasound and back at his wife Felina, who looked just as stunned as he. They looked up at the doctor.

Are those babies in there? Scott whispered.

The doctor smiled, nodding her head emphatically. Felina started laughing and ended up almost unable to stop. Scott held her hand wondering if the thought of two babies was more than she could handle. She finally stopped, glancing at her husband with tears of joy on her face.

Do you know how cool this is, we are having doubles? We can get both of these younguns at one time. Scott relaxed at her words.

More importantly, there is one of each.

The doctor said and Felina started screeching with laughter again. Scott jumped up, pumping his fist and then hitting his chest. Felina rolled her eyes at his antics.

Umm, Bradshaw you didn't do this alone. Hello! Sheepishly, he walked over to the table and pulled her in his arms, kissing her.

Baby, you know you are first but I got kind of caught up.

Right, I am not coming in second to your children. She teased.

Never that!

He leaned in kissing her passionately, until the doctor cleared her throat, sending Felina into another giggling binge.



Arabella chose her outfit carefully. She and Juan had been seeing each other as friends for the past few months. He was patient and she was taking it slower because they had been lifelong friends, lovers and then broke apart while both pursued other interests but she wanted him and it was clear he wanted her as well. They were both a bit hesitant of messing up a friendship they had almost lost once, but


I am done playing with Bella. She is coming here with me tonight or I am going home with her. Either or, we are friends but its time to get back to loving and stop all this foolishness. I wrote something special for her. Juan thought as he got dressed.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Trinidad and April's Amelie

When he returned he drug Amelie to the shower after undressing her, making her stand under the freezing water. Sputtering, expletives flew from her throat.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She screamed. Black clothes didn’t flinch, he held her there several minutes before handing her a plush wash cloth.

“What I’m doing Ma is waking you up and more than anything washing the stank from you. Unwashed woman ain’t the business. It has been four days.”

“I am not asking you to stay here with me; you were a one night stand that refused to leave.” She screeched.

“I’m out but I will be back and get it together.”

Once he was on the sidewalk, he answered the beeping phone.

“How is she?”

“She’s straight, no drugs yet but she drinks like a fish and her hygiene and mental health is off the charts.”

“No drugs?”

“Nah… she’s good on that but she is paying out the ass for this room and the champagne budget is ridiculous. She needs more than a watchdog…”

“Do your job.”

The phone went dead in his ear. He had followed her to LA and tailed her, standing on the corner for her to approach him. He was informed he was her type and if he stood anywhere near her she would make moves and she had. The thing was he was feeling for her, she was a beautiful and extremely damaged woman and he could only wonder how she got that way. But his job wasn’t to feel for her, it was to make sure she was safe and off drugs and in LA for as long as possible. He needed to stay focused.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Trinidad and April's Amelie: Coming April 10th...

Trinidad was hired to trail Amelie, to make sure she was okay and that she stayed away from her hometown while her twin sister and brother in law bonded with a child she carried and birthed who was actually the product of her sister's eggs and brother in law's sperm that she stole from them.To further add to her questionable appeal she's a recovering addict and a drunk who is likely to do anything. But… after eight weeks with her, he is feeling things and she's feeling things...
There is so much he doesn't know and so much he hasn't told... However, he still wants her to be Trinidad's Amelie

Wednesday, March 11, 2015


Aria watched her mother from the doorway; Helen Jackson was standing in her backyard restaurant. There were four card tables with four chairs each and a picnic table. All the seats were taken and there were a few who stood, eating from the takeout containers. There were businessmen and laborers, blacks and whites, men and women. Ever since Aria was a young girl, Helen had cooked and sold dinners, it was her thing. Even as a child, Aria was embarrassed by it but now at twenty seven with two degrees, she was horrified. She loved her mom but everything about her made her cringe. The bootleg business she was witnessing, her thick and curvy body and her boisterous laughter. She turned to leave but heard her name.

"Aria, stop hiding in there and come out and mingle."

Flinching at the deep voice of Saul Rathbone, she opened the door, strolling out. Saul owned the house next to her mother's and half the houses on the avenue. He bought them, fixed them up and rented them to people who were from their neighborhood. His motto was, Let's Own Ours... He was Howard University educated but hood in his heart and everyone loved him. His eyes drank Aria in. She was a little thin but still as pretty as ever with her soft hair and pouty lips. She blatantly ignored Saul.

"Hey baby, do you want chicken or fish?" Helen asked in her boisterous voice. A huge smile covered her smooth walnut colored face and her eyes twinkled. Aria made her way to where Helen stood, not looking around. She kissed her mom's cheek, declining a plate.

"Come on Aria, you know no one fries fish or chicken like Ms. Helen. You are looking kind of skinny and hungry."

Saul said in deep, dry tones. A few of the people chuckled but Aria was furious. She turned on Saul but was rendered speechless by the way he stood, looking at her, his legs apart and his hands in his pockets. Saul was tall and dark brown skinned with a penetrating gaze. His lower face was covered in a short beard that did nothing to cover his amazing lips. He was as handsome as it was possible to be. Handsome devil ran through her mind.

"Saul, leave my baby alone. You know these educated girls eat healthy nowadays. Aria, it's good to see you. Hey y'all, this is my daughter Aria, she got a master’s degree in finance. She works at the bank."

Pride was clear in Helen's voice and some of the patrons murmured congratulations and went back to their overfilled plates. The air was redolent with great food scents.

"Baby, there's a big salad inside and some fruit. I'll be in there after a while."

Nodding, Aria made her way inside, exhaling. Opening the refrigerator she pulled out the bowl filled with salad. She was actually starving and would have loved a few wings. Turning to grab a plate, her heart caught in her throat when she saw Saul standing inches from her.

"Are you still ashamed of us Aria or are you finally home?"

His voice was low and melodious, sending a thrill up her spine.

"I'm in this town but I'm not going to live in this neighborhood. Left up to me, my mom wouldn't either."  She snapped. She hadn't seen Saul in years and they were already in combat. He was a few years older than her but had always taken pleasure in teasing her. She was once good friends with his sister.

"Why not Aria? This is a great neighborhood. It's chockfull of professionals with white and blue collars and it spawned us, you and I, college educated and upwardly mobile."

"This is you Saul, not me. It also spawned crack addicts and the like and I want nothing to do with that!" A slow smile covered his face.

"It did, like my sister and your former friend but Sandra is clean and sober and working as a counselor and you know why?"

"I'm sure you're going to tell me..."

"It's because of this place and people like your mom. They were never ashamed of her. They loved on her and chastised her and never gave up on her. This neighborhood is famous for that."

"Well good for them and you but this is no longer me. If my mom weren't here..."

"You would never come this way... That's too bad Aria because it's you we need. The girl born to the single mom who worked cleaning hotel rooms and selling dinners to allow her to live in her own home instead of an apartment or the projects and to go away to get an education. Those checks she mailed you were mailed from the hood post office. So instead of being ashamed of all this, you should be thanking God, Ms. Helen and this hood... But do you. By the way, you look good but you really do need a couple of those wings."

He leaned in close to her, placing his forehead against hers before strolling from the room, leaving his words hanging in the air... and her insides in turmoil.