Monday Musings: Challenging Your Review Doesn’t Make Me A Hater…

or an ass-kisser of the author.

I will admit that I have my favorite books. We all do. That being said, I will follow the reviews of said favorites to see what other readers thought. When a fellow reader equally loved the book, I’ll thumbs-up their review and vibe with them. Hell, I’ve had whole discussions in the comments about my love for the book.

I’ve made some friends “doing the most”, so I own it.

Conversely, if I see a negative review, steeped in obvious disdain for the author because you just don’t like her or a character over some petty shit (They wore wigs instead of their natural hair) then yeah, I’m ready to go W.E.B. vs. Booker T. wit yo ass. No, it ain’t that deep (see meme above), but if you’re going public with your thoughts, don’t I have the right to counter them if I disagree or ask how you came to that wack conclusion?

Yup, I’m one of them types, whatever that is. I find reviews almost as entertaining and engaging as the books themselves, so don’t be surprised if you see me pop up in ya Goodreads or Amazon reviews. I loves a good debate discussion.

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Monday Musings: Blogger’s Block and Other Ain’t Happen’ns

So, if you follow this blog, thank you. But you may have noticed that I haven’t posted in weeks. Well, that’s because I haven’t read a book in over a month, and I have a severe case of blogger’s block, thanks to not reading and finding inspiration to talk about anything.

Also, this time of year is just difficult for me, anyway. The days are getting shorter, and the temps are dropping, right along with my mood. I’ve been exercising regularly and loading up Vitamin D in a futile attempt to elevate my mood, but it’s barely working. I did lose five pounds, though, so

I’m sure I’ll get my mojo back soon. How do you cope or motivate yourself when you’re out of damns to give?

Coming…Soon… Four

Four couples, four transitions, four seasons of marriage …

Grace

Most couples wouldn’t have weathered one mistake of the kind Shawn made when he and Riley first got married, let alone emerge with a commitment that’s stronger, a beautiful family and a love that’s even deeper. Is there any way their relationship can survive mistake number two?

Balance

Whatever Brendan wants, Brendan gets. It’s an arrangement Tracy doesn’t mind, because he provides everything she needs: love, financial security and the comfort of never having to work outside the home. But now, the most important thing she wants, he doesn’t have the time—or maybe even the will—to give. With a relationship built on giving all of herself, is it fair to now ask for a piece back?

Growth

Robyn’s career is in a growth-spurt just as Chris’ seems to be at its natural end. No longer empire-building, he’s struggling with his new reality, and the need for a sense of purpose separate from his work. His wife seems way too busy to notice. That is, until someone else does. 

Renewal

Once a mistress, now just a suburban wife and working mother, Keisha doesn’t recognize herself most days. The problem is, Jayson doesn’t either. If he’s reading her right, she wants out. And unless she’s mistaken, he might not mind too much if she decided to go.

The ‘Commitment’ series finale.

On Sale October 21

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About Nia Forrester

Nia Forrester lives and writes in Philadelphia, PA where, by day, she is an attorney working on public policy and by night, she crafts woman-centered fiction that examines the complexities of life, love and the human condition.

She welcomes feedback and email from her readers at authorniaforrester@gmail.com or tweets @NiaForrester.

 

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Monday Musings: Read Something Featuring An Indigenous Lead Character

Happy Indigenous Peoples Day!

I 👏🏾said 👏🏾what 👏🏾I 👏🏾said!

I admittedly have not read many romances featuring a Native hero or heroine, but one of my favorites is Leoti by Sienna Mynx.

Blurb:

Josie Eastman needs an escape. A long overdue vacation brings her to a small mountain town in Montana. What initially began as a retreat to reevaluate her life takes a tragic turn. The care and nurturing of a stranger awakens Josie in ways she could have never foreseen. Soon she is forced to reevaluate everything she has believed about her life and the people in it. In doing so she becomes a new woman. Leoti.
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Leoti is a sweet romance with just enough angst to make it not-so-sappy. Chile, when a man makes you reevaluate yo whole life and change yo name—for the better, he just might be worth the bullshit they sometimes bring along with them.
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The Billionaire’s Legacy by Reese Ryan

Chile… They had me at black billionaire…

When reminiscing over the past ignites a secret night of passion between a billionaire and his childhood crush, they end up with more than just their memories of that night.

“Just for tonight.”

Until their chance reunion takes a sharp turn…toward twins.

Tech billionaire Benjamin Bennett can’t resist a steamy weekend with Sloane Sutton—his crush on her goes way back. But when he tracks her down, she’s pregnant—with twins! Now their fling needs trust to survive. Benji wants a wedding; his family claims she’s a gold digger. But Sloane won’t be bought—or married. Can they find common ground…and a shot at forever?

Excerpt:

He swallowed her gasp in response to the sudden move, kissing her harder. Losing himself in the clash of lips and tongue and the delicious sensation of their bodies moving against each other, desperate for more contact than their clothing would permit.

He savored her intoxicating scent and relished the feel of her full breasts with their hardened peaks pressed against his chest.

She glided her fingertips down his stomach and fumbled with his belt buckle, loosening it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.

Sloane’s hands froze. Her eyes opened and her gaze had shifted from one of intense desire to one of regret.

“Hey, beautiful.” Benji traced her cheekbone with his thumb. “Did I say something wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have come here, and we shouldn’t be doing this.” She lowered her gaze.

He was seconds away from making his boyhood fantasy a reality and he’d blown it, because he couldn’t keep his stupid mouth shut.

Way to go, Benj.

“Why not?” He spoke calmly, trying to put her at ease. “We’re consenting adults.”

“I’ve known you since you were five. You’re my best friend’s little brother. I’ve introduced you as my little brother.” She shook her head, her eyes still not meeting his. “This is bad. What would Delia say? And what would your parents think?”

“My mother will never believe anyone is good enough, and my sister adores you.” Benji dropped a slow, lingering kiss on her lips.

“Because I’m her friend, who she trusts not to blow into town and screw her little brother.” She jabbed him in the gut, but her lips parted to his tongue when he kissed her again.

“You’re too young for me, Benji,” she whispered against his lips as he slid the silky, blue material down her shoulder.

He kissed the shell of her ear. “Five years mattered then. It doesn’t now.”

“I’m not looking for a relationship, Benj.” She pressed her hands to his chest, halting his movement as her gaze met his. Still, she hadn’t moved an inch. Her legs framed his as she awaited his response.

“Neither am I,” he said finally. “That doesn’t mean we can’t be together. I want you, Sloane. And I know you want me, too.” He slowly tugged the zipper down her back. The silky, cobalt blue material slid from her shoulders, giving him better access. He trailed kisses down her shoulder and across the top of her breasts, exposed by a pale pink strapless bra. “Just for tonight.”

She sucked in a deep breath and let the material slip down her arms and pool around her waist. Sloane unbuttoned his pants and inched the zipper down. The sound echoed off the solid oak floors and shiplap walls. She leaned in to kiss him. “Just for tonight.”

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Reese Ryan serves up sexy, emotional romantic fiction with a cast of complex characters and a heaping side of family drama.

Born and raised in the Midwest, Reese now resides in Central North Carolina where she treads the line between being a Northerner and a damned Yankee, despite her insistence on calling soda pop. She gauges her progress by the number of “bless your lil’ hearts” she receives each week. She is currently down to two.

Past president of her local Romance Writers of America chapter and a panelist at the 2017 Los Angeles Times Festival of Books, Reese is an advocate for the romance genre and diversity in fiction.

 

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Monday Musings: In a Reading Funk

First things first: Happy October and Happy Autumn! Is it me or has this year literally flown by? It’s October already! I remember it turning July 1st like it was yesterday.

Moving on…

I’ve bought roughly ten books in the last month, but I haven’t actually done any reading. I’ve been in a serious reading funk. Nothing appeals to me. Whenever I try to start a new book, after a few pages, I’m like, FTS!

I remember I could pick up my Kindle and just read for hours on end, but I’ve lost that lovin’ feelin’. This has happened to me before, but it didn’t last but a few days. Not this time…

Black Jesus has given me a few ideas:

  1. Schedule time to read. I often just try to read out of boredom when my mind is really on other things.
  2. Turn off the damn TV. Yes, I’m easily distracted, which I’m sure is part of the problem.
  3. Create a cozy atmosphere. Pillows. Lots of pillows. And maybe a throw and a cup of warm cider (Whew, my favorite fall beverage!)
  4. Put Kindle in airplane mode. Again, distractions…
  5. If you don’t feel like reading then don’t read! But do something stimulating and creative.

Thank you, Black Jesus! I’m gonna give it a try.

You ever been in a reading funk? How do you get your mojo back?

 

 

New Release: The Breakup Plan by Tia Kelly

meet drew.

Drew Wilkerson is a dangerous man. Not in the physical sense. Well, yeah, technically it could be related to something physical, but he’s the type of man that could get away with the most ratchet of offenses and walk away from the incident both unscathed and with two more women fighting to give him some.

Six three. Runner’s build. Colgate megawatt smile with the charm to match. Can wear the heck out of a suit, jeans, basketball shorts… damn near anything and everything. After-hours radio voice. Hell, any time is the right time for that voice. And did I mention the brother has blue eyes? Drew says they’re hazel, but if that’s the case, it’s not the usual green-meets-brown version. When he wakes in the morning, all you see in them is a sea of crystal-blue depth. Piss him off and they remind me of steel. Whether you want to say they’re hazel, blue, gray-blue, or whatever, those bad boys are intense. Staring into them for more than five seconds will pin your ass to a wall so fast you’ll want to cosign turning over all your good credit for anything he could ask for. Although that wouldn’t be necessary.

Did I mention he’s loaded? Just dropped seven figures on his crib in Philly (and before you assume, I’m not talking about low, barely-reaching-million-dollar-status numbers, either), and that’s before the contractors were instructed to turn it into the home of his dreams.

– Avery Coleman

meet avery.

My Avery. I turn around to see her standing in the entry to my room, but she brings a smile to my face simply from the sound of her voice and the warm vanilla bean and coconut scent filling the air. She never can decide which is her favorite smell, and to be honest, I like the combination on her.

The smile on my face is there because I haven’t hugged my girl in weeks, and I’ve missed her, but it doesn’t take long for it to slip off.

“Hey.” She pauses mid-stride toward my open arms and frowns. “You okay?”

I should probably explain. I didn’t expect to see Avery looking the way she does. I’ve seen her hair in countless ways, from her usual Freddie on A Different World go-to style, to weaves, to bohemian braids hanging past her ass, to the small cornrows on the side with a mass of curls piled high on top vibe she’s going for now, so her curly ’hawk look doesn’t surprise me.

It’s seeing the roundness of her adorable caramel apple cheeks slimmed out and revealing a hint of cheekbones, making the diamond and pearl studs I gave her stand out a little more. Hell, it makes even her mouth look…

Sh*t, I don’t have time for a sexual harassment lawsuit, so I better not say. But what I can mention is the mustard tank she has on shows off shoulder blades that are more defined than the last time I saw them, when she wore a single-shoulder gown to a fundraiser a few months back.

And her waist. Jeans hug curves, but these curves aren’t hers. She still has one of those asses folks sing about, saying a beat was made for, but that’s not why I sometimes catch myself staring at her.

I do just because she’s Avery.

– Drew Wilkerson

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“Drew. What are you doing in here?”

“It looked pretty chill and inviting, so I thought I’d hang out in here away from the activity.” There is some truth in that. The lounge in the ladies’ room has seating that should be in someone’s living room. Running a hand down my face, I nod toward one of the chairs. “Have a seat.”

She stands, rooted in place, drying her hands on a paper towel.

“Please,” I add.

Her heels click softly against the floor tiles as she makes her way to the deep purple velvet loveseat, where I sit on the edge, taking me back to our night in New York in the back seat of the SUV. When she takes her seat, I can see the relief on her face and have to restrain myself from massaging her feet again.

“Hey.”

She keeps her arms folded firmly across her breasts and stares at me.

So I stare back.

I know Avery, but she’s also an open book. This whole defiant stance isn’t for me, it’s about her. Avery doesn’t trust herself right now. The longer I look at her, absorbing everything about her like I usually do, the sooner she’ll cave. She always does.

A couple of minutes later, she lowers her arms to relax her stance. Finally. Progress.

Except something happens that I didn’t expect. I cave right along with her. The confusion in her eyes, the sweetness in her face—all that sucks me in and takes me back to what we shared when I last saw her.

Our faces creep closer and closer, and without thinking, we share another kiss.

Her splayed hands across my chest push back, and abruptly our kiss ends. She fingers the edge of her mouth to clean up her lipstick and shakes her head. “You have to leave.”

“Leave?”

“Drew, I’m getting married tomorrow. This. Us. This can’t keep happening.”

ABOUT THE BREAKUP PLAN

A man without a plan is a shell without purpose.
Which is why when I sat down nine years ago and put pen to paper, mapping out a ten-year plan, I meant business. Everything that could set me up for a lifetime of joy had to go down on the list, and every day, I worked my ass off to fulfill it.
Open my own sports agency. Check.
Earn first million by my thirtieth birthday. I did that a week before I turned twenty-six.
Negotiate the most lucrative contract in Major League history. Did that, too. Then went and broke my own record. (Thanks, big bro!)
I could go on, but this isn’t about bragging. It’s me admitting that in the midst of drafting something that helps shape and mold much of my success, I still made a costly mistake.
One day I realized all those entries with corresponding checkmarks are pointless if I don’t factor into the equation the most important goal of all. Avery.
Perhaps way back then I wasn’t ready to see how much my best friend of fifteen years deserved that number one spot in my life. Maybe I was blind, since the whole “settle down and get married” scenario wasn’t my thing. But now that I’m aware of the role I need her to fill in my life, there’s no such thing as letting go until I can convince her to be mine.
Her being about to marry someone else does make winning her heart a little bit dicey. But if there’s anything you should know about me, it’s that I always play to win. And losing Avery is nonnegotiable.

The Breakup Plan
A Best Friends to Enemies Romance

He ruined her wedding day and he’ll do it again until she’s his.

ABOUT TIA KELLY

Tia Kelly is the author of contemporary and women’s fiction. She is known for her candid way of capturing life, love and relationships… one story at a time.


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Coming Soon and a Giveaway: Four by Nia Forrester

Four couples, four transitions, four seasons of marriage …

Grace

Most couples wouldn’t have weathered one mistake of the kind Shawn made when he and Riley first got married, let alone emerge with a commitment that’s stronger, a beautiful family and a love that’s even deeper. Is there any way their relationship can survive mistake number two?

Balance

Whatever Brendan wants, Brendan gets. It’s an arrangement Tracy doesn’t mind, because he provides everything she needs: love, financial security and the comfort of never having to work outside the home. But now, the most important thing she wants, he doesn’t have the time—or maybe even the will—to give. With a relationship built on giving all of herself, is it fair to now ask for a piece back?

Growth

Robyn’s career is in a growth-spurt just as Chris’ seems to be at its natural end. No longer empire-building, he’s struggling with his new reality, and the need for a sense of purpose separate from his work. His wife seems way too busy to notice. That is, until someone else does. 

Renewal

Once a mistress, now just a suburban wife and working mother, Keisha doesn’t recognize herself most days. The problem is, Jayson doesn’t either. If he’s reading her right, she wants out. And unless she’s mistaken, he might not mind too much if she decided to go.

The ‘Commitment’ series finale.

Coming Soon from Nia Forrester

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Nia Forrester lives and writes in Philadelphia, PA where, by day, she is an attorney working on public policy and by night, she crafts woman-centered fiction that examines the complexities of life, love and the human condition.

She welcomes feedback and email from her readers at authorniaforrester@gmail.com or tweets @NiaForrester.

 

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Coming Soon: Gabriel’s Fire by Lotchie Burton

Coming soon, as in two days soon! Gabriel’s Fire by Lotchie Burton is the second book in her romantic suspense Men of Thorne Enterprises series.

BLURB:

A race to save a life.

A ruthless killer.

Time is running out.

Two weeks ago, Naomi James didn’t exist. Missing for twenty years she appears out of nowhere, setting off a chain of events that rocks Gabe’s world and alters his life. Forever.

Gabriel Cummings is trained to expect the unexpected. Then, a rogue federal agent crosses his path, disrupts his life and challenges every lesson he’s ever learned. Beautiful. Defiant. Naomi ignores the rule of caution. Scouring darkened streets in search of men with darker hearts, she tracks an elite criminal and hired assassin—alone. Giving new meaning to the phrase a dangerous woman; inflaming his desire and igniting protective impulses, she pushes buttons he didn’t know he had. Trusting gut instinct and combat training; the ex-marine is determined to keep her safe whether she wants him to or not. But the odds are stacked against them. And odds are, they’re in over their heads.

Thrust into the nightmare world of human trafficking and desperate to save a young girl, Naomi resents Gabe’s intrusion. Fighting her attraction to the hot hunk she repeatedly tries to ditch the overbearing, over controlling pain in the butt ex-soldier. But Naomi needs his help. Help she’s certain will come at great personal cost. No stranger to taking chances or playing the cards she’s dealt, Naomi questions—is wagering her heart worth the risk?

When a life hangs in the balance and hours matter, she has no choice. She’s given her word. How can she put a price on a promise?

Books One and Two can be read independently of one another, but you may as well get both ’cause I’m one of those people who likes to have the whole series.

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Ya know, Ms. B and I talk, and I love it when an author puts in work and comes at me with “I am very proud of the end result” and “This may be the best thing I’ve ever written”.

Oh, really now?

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Wolves and Dragons and a Giveaway, Oh My!!!

HEAR YE! HEAR YE! I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE:

One of my favorite authors done flipped da script and changed the game by writing a series that I never would have in a million, trillion years would’ve ever guessed she’d write. She literally disappeared from the IR/AA skreets and re-appeared looking like new money:

Rachel Jonas is her name. Paranormal/fantasy/supernatural adventure is her game.

The Lost Royals Saga is an upper YA/NA crossover. This is a tale of long-forgotten royalty and a fated love too powerful for time to erase. It’s the ideal paranormal romance for fans of urban fantasy and star-crossed love.

This series is for anyone who loves:
* Shifter Romance (Dragons and Werewolves/lycans)
* Teen and Young Adult Paranormal Romance
* New Adult Paranormal Romance
* Magical Powers and Supernatural Creatures
* Alternative Reality and Alternative History
* Tales of forbidden love
* Fiction involving lost princesses and fallen or ruined kingdoms

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