Royal House of Saene: The Princesses

Welcome to the Sovereign Kingdom of Bagumi

The Kingdom of Bagumi is one of the last intact African monarch states. Treaties and alliances over several centuries have ensured their continued dominance in the region.

Each generation of the powerful and proud Royal House of Saene is bound by loyalty to their family and duty to protecting their nation.

However, soon, long-trusted traditions come under attack and change becomes inevitable, especially when love clashes with duty.

The long-standing, distinguished Royal House of Saene is about to be rocked by three sexy, determined interlopers. Princesses Amira, India and Isha may have to choose between sacrificing their hearts or their kingdom.

A spoilt princess and a commoner…a match made online.

A widowed princess and a reluctant king…a match shrouded in suspicion.

A crusading princess and a freedom fighter…a match built on conflict.

Meet the Royal House of Saene: The Princesses

His Defiant Princess by Nana Prah (Book One)

Princess Amira Saene has always done the right thing when it came to her beloved Kingdom of Bagumi. Yet her unorthodox online relationship with a man across the sea has derailed her from cultural norms. She doesn’t care. After a year of communicating, the man she’s developed feelings for comes to visit. Their chemistry is intense and she tumbles the rest of the way into love. With the threat of war looming over her country, Amira is thrown in the middle as a peacemaker through an arranged marriage.

Jake Pettersen never thought he’d meet the woman of his dreams, much less online. Flying thousands of miles to West Africa to meet her verifies that the feelings he’s developed are real. Too bad her family doesn’t think he’s worthy of her. When he learns that Amira has been betrothed, he must decide whether fight for her or accept the loss for the sake of her homeland.

Is their happiness worth the devastation of her country?

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His Inherited Princess by Empi Baryeh (Book Two)

India Saene, Princess of Bagumi, must enter a marriage alliance to save her kingdom from an economic crisis. Tragedy strikes when her husband of a few hours is killed in an accident on the way to their honeymoon. She recovers from a coma two weeks later to discover she has been inherited by her husband’s younger brother!
Sheikh Omar El Dansuri has never wanted to be king, nor does he desire a wife. However, when his older brother dies, he not only becomes the future king of Sudar, but he also inherits his brother’s bride through an age-old tradition. Falling for the headstrong India is out the question especially when evidence points to her as his brother’s killer.
Neither India nor Omar wanted this marriage, but the passion that burns between them cannot be denied. When India’s secret is revealed, will either of them survive the consequences?

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His Captive Princess by Kiru Taye (Book Three)

Isha Saene has perfected the act of balancing her life—a celebrated corporate negotiator spearheading an international trade deal that could catapult her country to one of the fastest growing mid-sized economies in Africa, and a loyal First Princess of Bagumi Kingdom set to seal ties with a neighbouring nation through marriage.

Until one careless moment knocks her carefully choreographed life into chaos.

Zain Bassong has always fought for the underdog—a patriot dedicated to fighting against the oppression of his people by the country’s elite. He believes the pen is mightier than the sword and chooses the diplomatic route, no matter how many times he is arrested by the repressive regime.

Until devastating news triggers a chain reaction.

Isha and Zain are thrown together and their lives change. For better or worse? They will have to figure that out before it’s too late.

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From the Îles des Chiens in Tunisia to Cape Agulhas in South Africa, Santo Antao in Cape Verde to Rodrigues in the Mauritian Islands, our stories take the readers on adventures across the African landscape, whether it is in cities or villages, deserts or jungles, mountains or beaches. No African location or experience is off limits.

We are currently accepting the following: romantic fiction, women’s fiction, urban fantasy and thrillers.

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Trois by Brooklyn Knight

Trois is the exciting conclusion to Brooklyn Knight’s The French Connection series; A BWWM, Multicultural & Interracial Romance. It is currently on sale now in eBook and paperback format.

ABOUT THE BOOK

He has three days to save her…

Dylan Hamilton has waited two years for this day to arrive; the day when Laila Renaud will become his wife. But the morning after his nuptials, he awakens, drugged and confused, only to discover that she has been snatched from his bed. And according to the man who has taken her, he has a limited amount of time to get her back. The clock is ticking… When Stefan Miller finds three Italian gangsters sitting in his suite the morning after Dylan’s wedding, it’s confirmation that his worst fears have come true. His brother’s antics have finally caught up with him and everyone else, including his love-interest, Sasha, who has been held ransom. Now with the clock counting down, he and Dylan must come up with a plan to save the women from impending doom.

Theoretically, it’s a simple operation: Get Stefan’s brother! Engage Dylan’s mob-boss of a mother! Save the girls!

But the rescue effort doesn’t go as smoothly as planned, especially when the puzzle pieces of Dylan’s traumatic past begin to connect. And especially when Stefan discovers that Sasha has fallen under the curious spell of her green-eyed kidnapper.

 

 

Series The French Connection, Book 3 of 3

Publication Date January 4, 2019

Publisher Independently Published

Print Length 260 pages

Genres BWWM Romance, Multicultural & Interracial Romance, Contemporary Romance

Add on Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43313848-trois

EXCERPT

Dylan

A persistent pounding on the door ripped me out of sleep. I stirred, extra groggy from the fact that Laila had interrupted my slumber to talk about my parents and the announcement of her pregnancy. Her questions about my mother and father had angered me, but I’d hidden it from her, but when she’d told me she was carrying our baby, any negative emotions I’d been harboring fled.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I reached over to the nightstand and gripped the clock, squinting. “It’s five-thirty,” I said to Laila. I reached over to pull her close, but when I realized the place in which she was laying was empty, my eyes popped open.

Bang! Bang!

“Lai…” I called into the darkness. My eyes shot to the en-suite bathroom, noticing the light bleeding from beneath the closed door.

Maybe she’d gotten up to use it. That was what happened to pregnant women. They peed more and they started throwing up. The sound of water running down the drain confirmed my suspicions.

The banging sounded again and I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, holding my head. That was when I realized the banging wasn’t only coming from the door. An aggressive thud was pounding against my brain, and I wondered what it could be from.

I looked at the empty glass on the night table and my brows drew. I turned to the door. “Who is it?” I shouted.

“Open the door, man!”

I stretched the tightness out of my limbs and made my way over, wondering what in the world would have Stefan so uptight and hammering my door down at such an ungodly hour.

“Lai,” I called again.

Still no answer.

I frowned, peeked through the peephole, and then stood back.

Stefan’s voice emitted from the other side of the barrier, and I couldn’t help but notice the alarmed edge in his tone.
I unlatched the door and ripped it open. Without hesitation, Stefan sprang inside, his eyes as wide as saucers.

“Stef, what the hell –”

“Where’s Laila?” He pushed past me and started searching the room as if he was looking for treasure.

I frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about, all the while, trying to ignore the throbbing in my head. “What do you mean, where’s Laila? She’s in the bathroom.”

Without saying anything, Stefan dashed for the bathroom and ripped at the door.

“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded rushing after him, I pulled him by the arm.

He ripped his arm away from me and glared at me. His eyes seeped with anger.

I grimaced. “What’s going on?” I demanded.

“Laila isn’t here,” he spat out.

My neck jerked forward. “Of course she is, she’s in the bathroom,” I reminded him. “She’s pregnant.”

Stefan rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and covered his face with his hands. “Jesus Christ…” he muttered.

“That’s not quite the response I was expecting,” I admitted trying to quell my frustration.

Stefan spun around and gripped me by the shoulders. “Dylan, Laila isn’t here,” he said again. Forcefully.

My body turned rigid. “What the hell do you mean –”

“Your boy, Anthony Moretti, the guy you told me not to worry about…”

He was talking, but I’d already ripped the bathroom door open, almost taking it off the hinges. I looked into the room, my eyes shifting frantically, searching for my wife who, true to Stefan’s word, was nowhere in sight. The only sign of movement was the water spilling from the gold faucet and disappearing down the drain.

My chest heaved and I stumbled until I had no choice but to lean over the basin. Water from the tap splashed onto me. Everything was spinning like it would in a funhouse, yet there was no doubt in my mind, I was in a house of goddamn horrors.

“Where’s my wife?” I gripped my temple before pulling myself away from the basin and storming through the Presidential Suite. I ransacked the place. I tore through every room, tossing the furniture like it was plastic. I marched out to the pool and scanned the area. With each examination, the fact that she was nowhere to be found pushed me further over the edge of sanity.

I screamed her name into the emptiness.

No answer.

Stefan paced the floors next to me. His hand was clasped over his mouth. His eyes were narrow with rage. “He took Sasha too,” he muttered.

I spun around to look at him. “Who took Sasha?”

Stefan turned his eyes on me. “Fucking Moretti.”

I looked at the carpet, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “How do you know this?”

“Because I woke up in the middle of the night to Moretti and his boys in my goddamn room, and that’s when he told me. Silas…”

“What the hell does he have to do with this? I swear to God, I’ll kill him!” I listened, my entire body shaking as Stefan revealed the things Moretti had told him. Then he handed me the man’s business card, his despicable name embossed and emboldened.

Three days.

Moretti was demanding that we came up with two million euros in three days.

An angry breath escaped my nose. “Fine,” I spat. “He wants it in three days, he’ll have it three hours.”

Stefan nodded, realizing that my transferring the funds into Moretti’s account was the only way to put a stop to what was happening.

I raced around the room, looking for my cell phone. After a few minutes, which felt like a few hours, I found it on the floor underneath shards of a vase I’d destroyed.
I instructed SIRI to call my accountant and waited, operating on threads of patience, for him to pick up.

It went to voicemail.

I cursed.

“What happened?” Stefan asked, dry-washing his hands.
I gripped my bottom lip between my teeth and didn’t respond. Instead, I called the number again, this time taking care to punch each digit in manually.

It rang six times before clicking over to voicemail. In a fit of rage, I pitched the phone across the room and took my sweaty hair into my hands.

“Fuck!” My voice almost made the Swarovski chandelier hanging above us to crash to the floor.

Stefan raked his hands through his afro and pulled out his own cell phone.

“Who are you calling?” I asked, shoving my hands on my hips.

“It sure as hell ain’t my investment banker,” he muttered. “The hell if I have two million goddamn euros sitting in an account.” He pressed the phone against his ear. “I’m calling my brother.”

“If you don’t have it, he sure as hell doesn’t,” I spat. My eyes burned and I rubbed them, trying to erase the sensation.
I needed to slow down.

I needed to calm down and think rationally.

Ma belle fille and Sasha had been abducted. I had no idea how it had happened or when. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized I couldn’t remember much of what had transpired over the course of maybe three or four hours.

Stefan turned away from me and I listened for a second as he threw a slew of curse words into the cell phone receiver.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to practice my solution-focused mantra, the one I used every day at my firm.

“I need to call Moretti,” I mumbled to myself. My cell phone, now shattered on the ground, would be of no use. I rushed to the landline on Laila’s side of the bed and tried to ignore my heart, crushing inside of my chest. I held the business card Stefan and given me and tried to steady my shaking hands as

I dialed the numbers.

Within seconds, Moretti answered.

I dropped onto the bed and pressed the phone hard against my ear. “Tell me this is a fucking joke!” I shouted into the phone.

“Dylan Hamilton.” The sound of his vocals made me want to spit.

“Where is my goddamn wife?” He’d barely finished his greeting before I was barking the demand. “I swear to God, I’m two seconds away from alerting INTERPOL. They’ll have you apprehended and your ass will be in jail quicker than you can fucking blink!”

“A few things,” Moretti responded casually. “INTERPOL is not a threat to me. Yes, I have been barred from various jurisdictions, but that does not inhibit my movements. Surely, you are aware of this. Secondly, if I were you, I would think long and hard about alerting anybody about anything. Your precious wife and her friend would be dead before the authorities ever caught up with me and my men. And thirdly…” he sighed. “You should practice being less emotional. You are a savvy business tycoon who cuts million-dollar deals by the hour. You, of all people should know that emotion has no place when it comes to business. Let us talk like the adults that we are.”

I gritted my teeth and tried to settle myself as best I could. In some ways he was right. My only concern was getting my wife and Sasha back. If that meant playing Moretti’s sick game, I should at least hear the rules.

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ABOUT BROOKLYN KNIGHT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brooklyn Knight is a romance enthusiast who lives in the island of Bermuda and has been writing stories since she was a little girl. Over the years, her gift for designing and bringing characters to life has evolved, and she enjoys creating vivid, memorable characters and unforgettable situations. Her characters are thought-provoking and evocative; and they will draw emotion out of you like water from a well.

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Monday Musings: I Ain’t Got Time to Use My Imagination

That’s why I’m reading your book!

This is my last musings post of 2018, and dagnabbit, I’m gone talk about something that pisses me off to the highest level of pissedtivity: Enough of these vague character descriptions! If I’m halfway through your story and I still don’t know what your lead characters look like, it’s a wrap. I’m not tryna use my imagination and build some image of what I think they should look like. That’s your job as the writer—to bring every aspect of this story to life. If you can go into a two-paragraph diatribe about how flawless the apartment is with it’s fancy marble and shit, then you can give the same treatment of the characters.

I’m a visual reader. I need it all laid out for me. That’s how I make connections. That’s how I keep my head in the game. That’s how I fall in love — or hate — with a character. Why is it such a “thing” for some authors to be so non-descriptive when it comes to character identity? Who are you trying to appeal to? Who is your target audience? How are you billing your story? These are the questions I even ask of myself when I’m making a book-buying decision, so when I see a cover with some people on it, I expect the story to describe those very people in detail.

And for those who think “it ain’t that deep”, I leave you with these parting words:

Have a safe and happy new year and talk to y’all again in 2019!

***Giveaway Winner Announced***

Merry Belated Christmas, everyone! Thank you to everyone who entered the giveaway post. I appreciate you taking the time to comment on the post.

Unfortunately, there can only be one winner, and that lucky person is… ***DRUMROLL***

CYNTHIA MCCLAIN!!!

Ms. McClain, you have exactly 48 hrs to contact me (phatgirlreads@gmail.com) with your info so that we can get your goodies out to you! If I don’t hear from you during within that time, I’ll have to pick a new winner.

Edited: Cynthia McClain never claimed her prize, so there’s a new winner: pikapetal3!

Edit #2: Cynthia McClain and pikapetal3 never responded or claimed their prize, so guess what?!

Emeline Piaget, you are the winner!!! You have 48 hours to contact me with your info. I thought this would be easy!!!

You have 48 hours to contact me with your info or it’s back to the drawing board!

***THE GIVEAWAY PRIZE HAS BEEN CLAIMED!***

Thank you again to all the participants.

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I hope this is only the first of many giveaways to come. Thanks again to everyone who entered by commenting, and I’ll be back on Monday with the last Musings of 2018!

New Release: Baby It’s Cold Outside by Keke Renee

Baby it’s Cold Outside by Keke Renee
Published December 21, 2018 by 304 Publishing
A Christmas Short Erotic Story

Synopsis:
 
Lainey has a big Christmas surprise for her boyfriend, but before she can reveal her secret,
she’ll first have to see her way past several unwelcome obstacles.
 
Andre, a busy Mayoral candidate, wants nothing more than to spend Christmas Eve with the
woman he loves, but a freak snowstorm leaves him in a compromising position with his ex.
 
Between the blizzard, a mysterious photo, and growing suspensions that someone familiar
may be sabotaging the couple, it’s all Lainey and Andre can do to keep their heads on straight
and their hearts in the right place.
 
Can this couple overcome the obstacles in their way and find their way to a much deeper
connection?
Warning: Erotic Romance, Short Christmas Story with HFN.
 
 
Author Bio:
 
Chiquita is an Author and Entrepreneur. Born in Memphis, TN, and currently a Los Angeles CA native. Her background in film/tv has taught and shaped her passion for writing with her debut romance novel Antonio and Sabrina Struck In Love. Since its debut, fans have embraced the unconventional love story of Sabrina Washington and Antonio De Luca making Antonio and Sabrina Struck In Love an Amazon Best Seller on the charts in Italian Drama, African American Drama. More to come from 304 Publishing Company a brand new home for indie authors.
Also, follow her other Author page, Keke Renee, and catch her latest releases for Erotic, Dark, Paranormal Romance.
 
 

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The Winter Wedding by A.C. Arthur

The Winter Wedding

Blurb:

Premier event designer, Cheyna Dansfield, just landed the most talked about event of the year—the wedding of art mogul, Monica Lakefield and communications guru, Alexander Bennett. Hard work and dedication has brought Cheyna this far, now she refuses to let a gorgeous man and the risk of murder charges threaten her future.

Public relations dynamo, Logan Williams, was hired to create a family-friendly image for the Lakefield Galleries. The upcoming Lakefield/Bennett wedding could be a stellar media splash and add another feather to his professional cap—if he can keep his hands off the gorgeous and uptight wedding planner.

Logan and Cheyna attempt to keep their passionate affair a secret until the dead bodies turn up and Cheyna becomes the prime suspect.

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0_0 So, somebody gets smoked during all this weddin’ plannin’? Yikes! And I thought this was a sweet, feel-good romance. Click it up!!!!

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Issa Giveaway! Giveaway! I Said, It’s a Giveawaaaaay!

I am hosting a giveaway of the upcoming release, Chasing Savannah, by Dria Andersen.

Can’t you tell by the cover that this one is gonna be a little bit cray? In a good way, though…

Blurb:

Being born the Alpha’s granddaughter should have meant an easy life for Savannah Landry. Being born latent however, made her life in the prowl hierarchy a constant challenge. Those challenges and a Seer’s ominous vision drove her from, both her family and her place in the prowl. She kept her distance from panther politics, and all things shifter, fighting the awful prediction. While hard, she’d managed, until two alpha panthers came to town and tempted her…

Former Army Rangers, Carlos Ayala and Derrick Lincoln had spent years together fighting, both longing for territory for their burgeoning prowl. Finding the city confining, they headed south, hoping to merge with a prowl in need of a strong Alpha. They had shared women in the past, but never loved the same woman until they set eyes on the alpha’s granddaughter.

Fated mates or not, convincing Savannah to disregard the Seer’s words and give their mating a chance proved tougher than two ex-soldiers had bargained. Especially when there are forces conspiring against their new prowl.

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Bish, whet?! Ca-raaaay! Yes, this is a shifter romance. Yes, there is some MFM (or is it MMF) action goings on. So, do not enter this giveaway unless you’re 18+.

So, what would I win in this here giveaway?

  • An autographed copy of the book, because that’s, like, so cool…
  • A canvas tote bag, because that’s, like, fabulous and multi-functional
  • A delicious-smelling candle, because that’s, like, aromatically awesome
  • And popcorn, because that’s, like, a tasty edible while you read your autographed book by the candlelight of your smelly

Ok, I’m in… How do I enter?

Very simple: Comment on this post, and you’re automatically entered. That’s freaking it. I ain’t got time to be tracking who follows my blog, who liked the post, who shared the post (although, you would be doing me a solid…)

The contest will run for exactly one week, and I will announce the winner on Christmas Eve. That’s 12/24/18. The winner will have 48 hours to send me their contact info. If the winner is a no-show, I will keep it moving to the next runner-up and so on…

Now, get ta commenting and good luck!

***GIVEAWAY IS NOW CLOSED***

Thank you to everyone who participated. The winner will be announced on 12/26. Merry Christmas to all!

Janine: His True Alpha by Chencia C. Higgins

Janine: His True Alpha

Two words: Black Shifters

Janine was raised to be a passive and obedient wolf shifter and to always put the will of The Elders before her own—a will that she never questioned until the one day she was instructed to become the mate of a man she didn’t love, and who didn’t love her. Fed up with rules and obligations, she left everything she knew behind and headed out west. She arrived in West Texas with the expectation of getting a fresh start as a new woman with no one to answer to but herself. What she didn’t expect was to discover secrets big enough to tilt her world and people she would be willing to kill for because of them.

Langston always knew he would be the next True Alpha of his pack, but when his father died, Langston’s premature promotion had him unsure about his path. With the weight of the pack on his shoulders and a thriving urban ranching community in West Texas to oversee, the last thing on Langston’s mind is finding a mate. Of course, trouble always finds you when you’re not looking for it and in blows a woman who shakes up his pack and knocks him off his feet. Her zeal amazes him and soon the pull between them is undeniable. Will succumbing to the desires of his wolf prove to be the right move or turn out to be fruitless?

Lattes of Love by M.L. Spann

Lattes of Love:

Will love prevail in this rollercoaster romance, or will the secrets from the past tear them apart?

25-year-old Kirsten is invested in her career and enjoys every perk that comes with being a celebrity makeup artist like backstage passes and rubbing elbows with her famous clients.

However, all that changes when she meets Keon, a sexy Marine searching for peace and structure while working inside his cousin’s coffee shop.

Unfortunately, behind that wall of sexy lies nightmares and a fierce battle with P.T.S.D., both of which threaten to derail him from his current path on the straight and narrow.

Changing Stiles by Elaine Allen

Changing Stiles:

What if you slipped up and missed out on the love of your life and through some magnificent twist of fate your paths collide?

Ten years ago, their relationship ended abruptly but in the years since, neither have forgotten the love that sparked between them.Do you believe in everlasting love and second chances? Every love story has two sides, especially when it goes horribly wrong. Alieas Stiles writes love stories for a living yet struggles to pen her own happily-ever-after. One disastrous relationship after another leads her on a path of self-discovery. And that path has her reliving every misstep, wrong decision, miscommunication and just flat out lies that she believes left her alone. Carter Reed is no Prince Charming. He’s done with romance and any thoughts of everlasting love.

Two trips down lover’s lane have left him shattered and skeptical when it comes to matters of the heart. That is, until he reads something profound and life-changing that gives him hope that love isn’t a wasted emotion. A single wish, along with the healing effects of time, has both Alieas and Carter believing in love, and each other, once again.Ten years later, maybe there is a chance to get it right, a second time.