March Madness Spotlight: Blog Tour With Author Caroline Bell Foster

Here we are on this very last day of March, and what way to close out our March Madness feature, then to introduce you to a name that you may not be familiar with…yet. I first heard of Caroline Bell Foster from my good friend Marcia Walkerdine. Being a Brit herself, she puts us on to all the British IR romance authors. Thank you Marcia! Now, let’s get to know Caroline Bell Foster!


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Welcome to the “Call Me Lucky” Mini-Tour featuring author Caroline Bell Foster!

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Here’s the Blurb and Excerpt from the book:

Call Me Lucky

What happens with the night team…

Felicity ‘Fliss’ Pecora didn’t like people. Her background meant she didn’t trust easily and the night shift suited her perfectly. Forced to go on a team night out she bumps into the one person who knew her at her worst.

Teddy couldn’t believe the foul mouthed girl he once knew had changed so little, but still he felt an attraction towards her. He helped her overcome her insecurities and health scare and they were happy and in love until the night their pasts collided.

To love her, was to let her go. But could he?

Excerpt from “Call Me Lucky”

She ran past the strapping black bouncer at the entrance, around the side of the building and past a bunch of wheelie bins before stopping and throwing up against the building. Oh God it was horrible. They didn’t like her. Her body crumpled against the wall and she pressed her forehead into it, feeling the rough brick bite into her skin. Any pain was better than the feeling of her dreams shattering.

“Fliss!” It was Mackenzie. She didn’t want to talk to him. Not like this, not when she had failed. It was his fault anyway. She would never have put herself through this if he hadn’t dared her.


“I’m here,” She called out quickly, wiping away the water from her eyes. They were not tears she told herself.

“Why did you run you nit?” He admonished softly, pulling her into his arms and hugging her tight. “They loved you.”

“Yeah right,” she said pulling free and sniffing loudly. “Loved me enough they couldn’t bring themselves to even clap Mac.”

“They didn’t get a—” he didn’t finish what he was about to say as a man in dark jeans, white shirt and dark leather jacket walked towards them.

“If I didn’t see it with my own eyes I’d have never believed chavvy Felicity Pecora could render my customers speechless.”

Fliss gaped into the darkness knowing that voice, but refusing to believe it.

“What? Got nothing to say? This is a first,” he chuckled and, stepping closer, held out his hand to Mackenzie. “Theodore Nicholson. But everyone calls me Teddy,” he explained. “Felicity and I grew up together.”

Mackenzie shook his hand. “Mackenzie. Nice to meet you. Are you coming back in Fliss? They want more.”

Fliss shook her head in horror. There was no way she was going back inside. She’d done what she said she would do, gave it a go and took a bite of her apple. They didn’t like her and she wasn’t about to make the same mistake again.

“Can you give us a minute Mackenzie?” Teddy asked.

“Yeah, course mate.” Mackenzie stepped away. “You were amazing Fliss. See ya in a bit.”

Could this night get any worse. Teddy Nicholson was stood right in front of her, once again, at the lowest point of her life. World open up and suck me right in, she begged silently.


He’d used that same word with that same menacing tone that night all those years ago, she remembered with shame.

“Well what?” She questioned defensively, stalling.

“Well what are you doing in my pub for one thing?” Teddy asked, leaning against the wall and fishing into his jacket pocket for the one cigarette he allowed himself each week. It wasn’t there.

She turned to look at him but he was in profile and she could barely see him in the darkness. “I’m in London,” she mumbled.

“I noticed.”

She was fifteen again. Spotty, ugly and fat. Reduced to the bumbling teenager who’d been crying in the jitty at the back of the house as he’d shouted at her mother for having sex with his brother Marty. He’d threatened to call the police and social services on them. He’d been so angry and had left through the back gate, finding her huddled against the fence.

He’d reduced her to even more tears by the time he’d finished with her and when she’d just about crumbled at his feet, he’d taken a huge breath, shoved his hands through his hair and then given her a long pep talk that basically said, if he could get out then so could she.

“We won a trip,” she admitted quietly. “From work.”

He moved then, turning to stand in front of her, his head cocked to one side as he looked her over. He looked at her feet in sparkly ballet shoes, her legs in dark skinny jeans and a sparkly silvery top with tiny straps over her shoulders. Her hair was in a tight bun, set high on top of her head. It looked like she had a silky doughnut on her head.

“You look really nice Felicity.”

“What?” She snapped defensively, folding her arms over her chest. “You thought I’d still be wearing my charity labels Teddy?”

He frowned down at her. He’d always felt guilty for laying into her the way he had done that night behind her house. She couldn’t help the way her mother was or the environment she lived in. He’d just been so mad that her mother had got money out of his baby brother for sex. Stealing his innocence.

“Maybe,” Teddy shrugged. “Why deny it?”

Her eyes flashed and she poked him in the chest. “I’m not a kid any more Teddy.” She lifted her chin and stared straight at him.

“Really?” He sounded sceptical. “You’ve changed?” He was remembering the scrawny kid with the foul mouth.

She took a shuddering breath knowing he didn’t really believe her. Not that she cared what he thought.

“Yes really,” she snapped. “Look, can you go and get my friends please. I’m not going back in there,” she admitted tightly.

“You were sensational Felicity.” He smiled down at her. “My crowd loved you.”

“Yeah right,” she scoffed. “They loved me so much my ears are still ringing from all the appreciation they showed!” She finished on a wobble. She was not going to get emotional, especially in front of him! “And why do you keep saying your crowd?”

“I own the place,” he admitted. “And they were struck dumb by how good you sounded and not expecting it. Jesus Christ Fliss! Where does that voice come from? It’s amazing.”

“Stop lying Teddy.”

“I’m not lying. They want more!” He grabbed her hand. “Come on let’s go.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” She yanked violently out of his grasp and stepped away from him. It was beginning to drizzle. It had drizzled that infamous night too.

He grinned at her. “Ah, now, here is the Felicity I know,” he laughed. “I could always depend on your, dare I say, vocabulary to lower the tone of any conversation.”

“You can say what the fu-hell you like.” Why was she letting herself down like this, she thought, fighting the tears. “Please Teddy, go and get my friends. I’m getting wet.”

“Only if you promise to come back tomorrow night and do a whole set. When are you going back up to Notts?”

“We’ve got another night,” she said without thinking. “And I’m never going on stage again.”

“Come back tomorrow and have dinner with me then.”

“No. Why? So you can laugh at me. No thanks,” she questioned and answered all at once.

He chuckled deep in his throat. “I want to know what’s been going on with you, I’m curious that’s all.”

“You can take you’re curiosity and sh—”

“How old are you?” He cut in and watched with amusement as a shade of red touched her cheeks. She’d always been fiery. She’d always fascinated him.

Fliss felt like an idiot. She didn’t know why she was behaving like this in front of him.


“Hmm. Come, I’ll buy you a drink before you go.” He took her hand.

“I don’t drink.” She grumbled.

He stopped walking and turned to look at her in that intent way of his, with his head to one side. He nodded silently and then did what he’d done all those years ago. With one hand he cupped her face and used his thumb to stroke her cheek. A tender moment from him. He shook his head as though getting rid of unwanted thoughts and dragged her inside.

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About The Author


Caroline Bell Foster was born in Derby, England and with her family went on a six week holiday to Jamaica. She stayed for 18 years!
Ever the adventurer Caroline bought her first pair of high heels in Toronto and traded her pink sunglasses for a bus ride in the Rift Valley at 18. She wrote her first short story on that bus and had it published the following year in a local newspaper.

Caroline has always written in one form or another from a very young age. She started her first diary at age 7 and short stories and articles kept her occupied throughout her teens. Feeling the restrictions of short stories for newspapers, Caroline switched to full length novels letting her creativity flow.

Caroline is also known as ‘The Caribbean’s Leading Lady of Love’ as her novels Ladies’ Jamaican, Caribbean Whisper’s, Saffron’s Choice tend to reflect her love for the Islands. Caroline’s fourth novel Call Me Royal has just been released.

The author now lives in Nottingham, England with her husband and two children.

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March Madness Spotlight: Blog Tour With Author Kim Golden!

I have been a fan of Kim Golden’s since I first discovered Maybe Baby just over a year ago. I instantly fell in love with this story because it’s rare that we read about black American women living and loving outside of The United States. When the opportunity presented itself to participate in this blog tour, I immediately hopped aboard. Keep reading to discover more about this fantastic series, then go 1-click now!


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Maybe Baby/ Mabye Tonight


Want to know more? Here’s the Blurb!

Mads's Message to LaneyMaybe Baby:

Imaybebabycovermagine finding out you could never have a baby with the man you love…

Expat American Laney Halliwell finds out the hard way when Niklas tells her he had a vasectomy before they met and isn’t interested in reversing it. Why should he? They’ve got his kids from his first marriage and an enviable life in Stockholm.

What if you fell in love in the most unexpected way…?

But Laney wants more. So when a friend suggests she look into an alternative sperm bank in Copenhagen to find a potential father for her baby, things don’t go exactly as planned. Especially when Laney meets Mads and finds herself falling in love


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Maybe Tonight:

Mads Rasmussen has had enough: of being a sperm donor, of feeling disconnected, of being alonmaybetonightcovere.
Then someone walks into his life in a most unexpected way…

Maybe Tonight gives a glimpse of Mads’s life just before and just after he meets Laney in Maybe Baby.

Maybe Tonight is a novella.

Check out an Excerpt from Maybe Baby!

“Copenhagen Cryo.”

“What?” Long lines of sweat trailed down my face and neck.

“The clinic Uma uses for super sperm.” Eddy was still jogging in place, waiting for me to catch my breath.

“I wish you wouldn’t call it that.” I gasped and used my already damp sleeve to wipe my face.

Eddy bumped my sweaty shoulder with hers and grinned. “You have to admit—it must be pretty good sperm if she’s gone back so many times.”

“Yeah, well you’ve got a point there.”

“Proof is in the pudding.” She loosened her armband and slid her iPhone from the sleeve. She tapped the screen a few times and then handed her phone to me. “Check him out.”

The face staring back at me was ruggedly handsome, with the square jaw and cheekbones of a young Viggo Mortensen. His lips were full and generous, curled into a knowing smile. He was looking directly into the camera, and there was something almost too candid in his pale blue eyes, like he knew what you were thinking and was game for whatever you suggested.

“Wow,” was the only word I could breathe out. I swallowed hard and quickly handed Eddy’s phone back to her.

“Wow, indeed,” Eddy said and laughed lightly. “Uma says he’s worth every penny she pays. Well, you’ve seen her kids. They’re gorgeous.”

“And she found him in Copenhagen?”

Eddy nodded. “He’s one of the donors at Copenhagen Cryo.”

I shook my head in wonder. No wonder Uma kept going back for more. Sure there was nothing sexual going on between them, but there must have been some spark that made her decide he was the right donor for her.

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Maybe Baby/Maybe Tonight


About The Author


Kim Golden was born and raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. In 1995, she left the US and moved to Sweden for love with a capital L. When she isn’t writing fiction, she writes copy about perfume for a Swedish cosmetics firm.

She writes stories for people who know that love comes in every color.

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March Madness: Spotlight on Author Emeline Piaget


Hidden gem alert! Hidden gem alert! You ever read a book that you loved so much, that you scour the listings to scoop all that author’s other published works? Yeah, Emeline Piaget fits that description. I discovered Ms. Piaget when I saw her book Undeniable Love posted as an “added” on my Goodreads timeline. I can’t remember which one of my friends added that book, but I thank you! Emeline writes what I call sensual erotica because it’s so lowkey that you don’t realize how hot it is til you start fanning yourself. So far, she’s written only three books, and I recommend every last one of them. Now let’s meet the author!



Yes, this is a pretty unconventional pic, but look how sick this tat is…
Originally from Upstate New York. Moved to the South a few, well more than a few, years ago where she lives with her two pups and two teenage daughters (and still relatively gray hair free). Studied pre-law and early childhood education before switching gears and entering the military. Now she spends her days and nights on Hulu and surfing the internet.
Second Chance

Ellington Scott is young, handsome, rich and an extreme risk taker living the bachelor’s dream until he meets her.  She invades his thoughts and he can’t shake her.

Isabella Bunton is a beautiful, shy and talented celloist who wants nothing more than to mind her own business and achieve her dreams of playing in the New York Philharmonic, that is until he comes along and shakes things up.

What will happen when a chance encounter changes their lives forever?


Undeniable Love

Undeniable LoveBlurb:

Wyatt Greenlaw is your typical good looking “All-American” type who meets someone that could possibly be the woman of his dreams, and he can’t remember her.

Stephane Trudeau was simply minding her own business when he stumbled into her world and changed it forever.

How can Wyatt find happiness with the dream woman he can’t remember and will she even want him when he does?


And coming 3/31!

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Under His Skin


Stephen Pascarelli is gorgeous, rich and successful. He built his multi-million dollar business from the ground up. He’s seemingly unshakable. Somewhat by chance he runs into Addie McDaniels, the high school crush he thought he was over, but is he really? Is twenty years long enough to extinguish the fire that burned for her or did it only make it burn hotter? Will Addison notice Stephen this time around?


Connect with author Emeline Piaget. She’s a genuinely nice person, and I enjoy trading friendly barbs with her 😉




March Madness: Spotlight On Author Perri Forrest!


I have befriended many authors on Facebook. Not because I’m trolling for free books (Don’t even get me started on that…), but because I’m feeling their vibe, and I wanna know where they’re coming from and how these works of art came to be. Perri Forrest is no exception. She has a very impressive library, but she’s just getting her feet wet in the IR genre. Keep reading to peep her most popular works, then head over to Amazon and check them out for yourself!

Meet The Author

10472701_738913112864563_7817379780511273499_nThe Write or Die Chick

Perri writes what she likes to call, “Multicultural Mayhem, laced with Sex, Cursing, Sass and the Occasional Happily Ever After.”

Perri plans to perfect her craft and delve into other genres, down the line. With “Amazon bestselling author,” added to her list of credits, Perri is in the writing game for the long haul and has no intentions of putting down her pen any time soon.

10675508_752073734881834_2833558838820591497_nCaptivated: The book that put Perri on the IR romance map

Special Delivery IIMy boo Gavin (Yes, I made this because y’all need ta know!)

AND COMING 3/27/15!!!


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March Madness Spotlight: Kilted For Pleasure with Author Melissa Blue

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Kilted For Pleasure is Book 3 in the Under The Kilt series by author Mel Blue. Looking for a good series with a sexy Scot? Well here ya go! Read on for more…



Callan Baird used to laugh more than he frowned, but that was before his wife died. Now his life is duty, debts and a general apathy for anything else. And then Victoria Burke burst into his life. She’s everything he wants to corrupt.

Victoria has two choices: agree to a grouchy, sexy Scotsman’s extortion or call her boss to explain why she can’t do her job. Since she’s spent the last three years rebuilding her career as antique appraiser, and this one commission could make or break it, the decision is a no-brainer. Except everything about Callan is complicated.

He sees no problem turning their work relationship into a sexual one. She refuses to break her boss’ no-fraternization rule. He’s the one thing she wants and the one thing she can’t have. He’s had his one great love, and doesn’t want a replacement. His heart doesn’t agree, because she’s everything he desires.

Callan will have to let go of his past if he wants Victoria to be in his future.

“Someone told me recently there are always strings attached when dealing with a Baird.”

He wished he could like her less for throwing his words back at him. Callan inhaled and let his attention wander away from her intense stare. The sky had darkened and that promised a harder rain than a drizzle. Normally, he’d have welcomed it, but not when the soft sunlight almost turned her eyes amber.

This entire situation would be better if he could just not like her. “I’d break your heart before I’d ask you to give your everything to me. Your work is your everything. That much is obvious. The truth is, I don’t want to want you.”

Surprised lifted her brows for a second. She jerked her hands from her pockets and motioned between them. “I’ve noticed you keep getting closer despite that.”
He blanked his expression. “I don’t want you to wonder about size.”

She glanced down and scoffed. “About four inches between us. After all your big talk, I expected to find out why Scottish men wear kilts. Can’t fit it all in pants, can they?”
Amazed that she could make him blush, all he could do was shake his head. “You are a Scot at heart. You dirty-mouthed lass.”

“Bollocks.” Her dimple deepened.

Instinct propelled his movements, just bypassed his brain and signaled his body. He grabbed her and dragged her up against him, to his mouth. Claim her. Even before he’d known the true taste of grief—bitter and unyielding, unending—he’d never wanted to make a woman his, but Victoria…

Callan wanted to taste what made her different, let it sink into his bones and make a home. He wanted to lay claim to that part of her and do with it what he willed. He teetered on the edge of taking her on his uncle’s porch. Kissing her was giving in to the need that rushed through his veins.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and sank into his embrace with a moan. At her submission, Callan lost what was left of his common sense. He turned, pushed her against the door and let the need take over. He cupped one full cheek of her arse and pressed her against his cock. There. She could feel every inch.


Author Bio:

Melissa Blue’s writing career started on a typewriter one month after her son was born. This would have been an idyllic situation for a writer if it had been 1985, not 2004. Eventually she upgraded to a computer. She’s still typing away on the same computer, making imaginary people fall in love.

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Cover Reveal: Today.Tomorrow.Always. By Raven St. Pierre



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Events and decisions of the past almost cost her everything, but she was given a second chance.

He marvels at the beautiful life that almost slipped through his fingers, vowing never to let anything come between them again.

The memory of being apart lingers with both Sam and AJ, but those days are long gone. Now that the dust has settled, all that remains is their unwavering love and an impenetrable bond many have tried and failed to break.

Today. Tomorrow. Always.” is a glimpse into the life this couple has managed to build together and a chance to catch up with old friends you’ve grown to love throughout the Free Falling series.

Meet the Author:


Raven is the author of several interracial and African-American romances, including her debut series, “Free Falling” books 1 – 3.5, “Again for the First Time”, “Red Sun”, “Only Love” (co-authored with Victoria H. Smith), and “Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob”. Since early on, she has found writing to be her creative outlet of choice, although she did not complete her first full-length novel until 2009. She has a Bachelor’s degree in Human Resources, but currently works from home, mostly writing, but also building her own business. If you’re interested in learning more about Raven’s upcoming works, there are a number of ways to find her and to stay in touch!

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March Madness: Spotlight on Inger Iversen


So my girl Coco and I partnered up to do this spotlight on Inger Iversen because this series is BUZZ-ZING! Before we jump into it, let’s first meet the author:

Who Is Inger Iversen?
Inger Iversen lives in Virginia Beach with her tree-hugging boyfriend Joshua and her overweight lap cat Max. When not reading or writing she spends her time watching reruns of True Blood or killing zombies in Call Of Duty.

Excerpt: 3-Inevitable

 Ice-cold air slapped Teal in the face just as hard as Trent’s refusal to sit upfront. Her arms and ass were sore from the long drive and she was ready to karate chop the shit out of this freaking country bumpkin. “What the hell is wrong with the front seat?” She slammed the door shut.

“What the hell is wrong with the back seat?” He countered, mimicking her tone.
Oh hell to the mother fucking no. She didn’t have time for this. Being maid of honor meant dealing with a bridezilla, not the ornery country ass best man. Words bubbled to the surface. Words resembling, get your damn ass up in this vehicle or I’ll leave you here to freeze your ass off alone. Instead, Teal opened the back door to show Trent that there was no room in the back for him.

Her phone rang. She placed her finger up, hoping to hush him from speaking as she answered the call. The indignant look on his face gave her a bit of satisfaction.
“Didi, I swear to all that is holy, if you give me any bad news I will flip out.” The wedding planner and close personal friend was supposed to show up at South Hampton Inn on Wednesday—a day earlier than everyone else. The weather had other ideas though, and had trapped Didi on I-95, making her several hours late. When she’d finally arrived, she crashed and slept. Teal couldn’t blame her. That’s exactly what she wanted to do when she got there.

“I just got up and so far, everything is good.” She paused to talk to someone, presumably a hotel employee. “Now, we are missing a few things, but Jan-Erik says you have them with you?”
A few things? Shit, Katie forgot a bunch of things. “Yeah,” Teal turned around to see Trent moving the boxes with the stemless drink ware out of the backseat and placing it on the floor of the passenger’s side.

Anger simmered over in her chest. “Didi, I’m going to let you go. I need to kill a man.” She disconnected the phone even as Didi stammered on the other end about a sheet cake and not having bail money. “What the hell are you doing?” Teal screeched.
He made as if her voice was unbearable placing his hands over his ears and wincing. “Are you always so loud?”

“Loud? Look, it is freezing out here.” She watched as he closed the front door and got in the back. “So, let’s go . . .” she finished, realizing she was now the hold up.
As if she hadn’t even spoken, Trent shut the door and buckled himself in.

She headed around the SUV and got in while muttering under her breath. Teal wasn’t in the mood. She was hungry and tired, and by the time she made it to South Hampton Inn, it’d be damn near close to six in the evening if not later. Taking a deep breath, she removed her gloves and started the SUV, turning the heat on full blast. After the vehicle had a chance to warm up, she pulled out of the parking spot and headed toward the road.


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It was the last day of senior year and Trent walked past the guidance counselor’s office, eying the line of poor souls who wouldn’t make it to graduation. A few faces he recognized, but many he didn’t.

Tomorrow was not only his graduation ceremony, but also his eighteen birthday. Trent’s mind raced with the possibilities of being an adult and never having to attend another day of school. His stepfather had promised him the day he turned eighteen, he was putting Trent out. “Can’t have two men in this house. Only one man and I’m gonna be that man, not you, boy.” Trent didn’t give a shit. He turned the corner and headed for his last class of the day.
He’d already been promised a job at Sam’s garage, so he wouldn’t have to worry over making a steady income. Sam was a lazy drunk, but that only added fuel to his fire. Besides his new job, Trent had also lined up a place to stay, and was now the proud new owner of a fixed-up junker he’d gotten from the Pick ‘N Pull junkyard. He was set.

Adding a cherry to the top of this perfect day, his girlfriend, Harper, said she had a present for him. She’d been really secretive about it, but Trent prayed to all the gods in existence she was finally willing to give it up to him. She’d really made him work for it, and he was more than ready to finally slide home.
Their relationship had been secret since day one, but Harper promised to tell her dad about them as soon as she turned seventeen—only five months from now. Trent couldn’t wait. He’d been so shocked a year ago when Harper had approached him in the school parking lot and asked for a ride home.

There was a hierarchy at Lincoln and Trent sat proudly at the bottom with the stoners. He was even below the theatre/band geeks. Harper, however, belonged to the upper echelon. Her daddy was rich and she was beautiful.
That day, Harper could have asked anyone for a ride home, yet she’d purposely side-stepped a jock and a group of rich kids and walked right up to Trent. Her dark hair had flittered about her round dark face as she asked if the car he was leaning on was his. When he’d nodded, her dark eyes moved past him and eyed the car skeptically. She’d then asked if it was safe to be on the road, and Trent had proudly proclaimed he’d been the one to fix it up.

Her laughter at his words had sounded so sweet and innocent, he’d found himself lost in it. She’d shrugged and moved around the car, pulling open the passenger side door. Trent had watched as made herself comfortable on the seat, crossing one dark leg over the other, and placing her satchel on the floor. Instead of questioning her actions, he’d gotten in the car and started it up. When he asked her where she was going, she’d said, “Wherever you hang out after school,” so nonchalantly that Trent just drove off without thinking.
Now they’d been secretly dating for just over a year. No one, not even his best friend, knew about their relationship. Speaking of his best friend, Trent glanced around the class for Shawn, but he hadn’t arrived yet. Taking his usual seat in the back, he placed his book on the floor.

Not thirty seconds later, Shawn came lumbering into the classroom with his girl at his side. The redhead moved from under his arm to sit with her friends at the front of the class, and Trent was glad for that shit. It wasn’t as cool to have a secret girlfriend your senior year as one would think it would be. His friends ragged on him calling him a queer, but they were just joking and Trent knew it. Before Harper, Trent had dated quite a few girls and he’d slept with plenty more, but his junior year he was not ten minutes out of a relationship with Amber Hagen when Harper had scooped him up.
“Hey, man. You heading over to Scully’s after school?” Shawn folded his tall frame into the small chair. His girl, Trent couldn’t guess her name if he tried, looked back and Shawn blew her a kiss that set her into a fit of giggles. At the noise, her friend looked back casting Trent a coy smile.

He looked away and to Shawn whose blue eyes were trained on him. “Nah, I got to go to Sam’s and pay him back for loaning me the money for my cap and gown.” At Shawn’s silence, Trent continued. “Maybe after that, but I sure Sam’s going to make me pay it off by staying and helping him rebuild that transmission.” Trent ran his hand threw his hair hoping that Shawn didn’t ask him to come over after. He and Harper had plans, well she’d made plans for him at midnight and he would just go wherever she told him to go.
Shawn nodded. If he were upset about the blow off, he didn’t show it. “Cool, man. Start the grown up shit now. I get it,” Shawn leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the empty chair in front of him. “But not me.” His carefree smirk made Trent laugh.

Oh, yeah?” Trent asked.
Shawn turned slightly to face Trent. “Nah, man. I plan to go out with a bang and when I say bang, I man banging a lot of chicks!” his friend stuck out his tongue and thrust his hips up and down. Trent’s laugh turned into a scoff as Shawn’s bellowing laughter brought unwanted attention to them. Trent knew that Shawn was signing up for the Air Force during the summer and Trent couldn’t blame him for wanting to relax and let loose a little before he became property of the United States government. Trent wondered if the only way out of this town for people like Shawn and him was through the military. While Trent was going to graduate, he’d waited too long to get his act together so his GPA had suffered, but he’d still managed to squeak by with enough credits graduate.

“Your dad forcing you to sign up, or you finally realizing it’s the only thing your dumbass is good for?” Trent asked.
Shawn gave a mirthless laugh. “Well, listen to this shit. I said to him, ‘Dad, how’s about I forgo the military and head to college instead?’”

“And?” Trent prompted at his silence.
His smile faded. “Let’s just say . . . I’m signing up.”

Shawn dropped his feet when the teacher entered the class and commanded attention. Shawn was smart as hell and had tutored Trent a time or two in Math. He confided in Trent that he wanted to be a teacher, but the money for college wasn’t there. His father had given him two choices: join the military or join the military. Trent assumed the choice was made for him years ago, but that wasn’t Trent’s problem. His stepfather couldn’t care less what Trent did after college so long as he did it out of his house.


Monday Musings: Just A Simple Thank You

I_love_you.gif.pagespeed.ce.1JTCOnJ7-WY’all know I talk a LOT of smack on this blog, but the truth of the matter is, there wouldn’t even be a Musings without all of you wonderful authors. I could not do this without y’all. You write the stories I want to read. You give us the representation we can’t find in mainstream romance, and I thank you for holding us down and making us shine.

There are a few authors that I want to personally thank for always having my back, for shouting me out on their pages, for retweeting my tweets, for giving me the inside scoop, for putting me in your Rafflecopters, for just spreading the word and showing me love-and not just when you have a new book about to drop (snark). I feel like this is a true sisterhood because we need each other. I don’t exist without you, and I want to make sure that everyone who is a fan of IR romance specifically knows who you are and reads your books. So…


If I’ve forgotten anyone, please charge it to my head and not my heart. I’m sure this list will grow exponentially with time as we get to know one another…

March Madness: Spotlight on Digital Artist Taria Reed!

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Y’all know I run deep in these streets with my authors, and the general consensus among those who write romance about black women is the lack of diversity when it comes to designing and choosing the cover art for their books. This is one of my biggest pet peeves because when I’m reading a romance featuring a black woman, I do not want to see a white woman on the cover. And even worse, a white woman whose skin has been obviously darkened to make her appear black. I get it. The pickings are slim, and the industry has to do better, but Taria Reed is here! She’s always been here, and she is the m’effin business! I’m sure some of your favorite books feature a Taria Reed cover, and you didn’t even realize but who reads the credits right? And if you didn’t know, now you know!

Two things about Taria’s covers that really stand out: One, she uses real models in real time, meaning they are actually posing together, and two, she uses a technique called photo manipulation to create these almost animated images. They look like miniature paintings right? I could get lost in her covers because they are so freaking gorgeous!

Let’s Meet Taria Reed!

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My name is Taria (Maria with a T) Reed. I’m a trained photographer specializing in children and family portraits.

In early 2011 I felt the need to expand creatively. I started photographing adults for stock websites. In my mind I was shooting for book covers. I’m a romance audio book junkie so I love looking at all the beautiful covers. I’ve always used photoshop to edit my portraits but I wanted to go further. I started devouring any and all artistic tutorials. I would practice for hours and turn photos into covers or art. I was approached by a few self published authors who asked me to create covers for their e-books and I jumped at the opportunities to learn even more.

Being a photographer professionally I quickly married my love of photography and my growing love for cover design. I became known for shooting my own images for my covers. In August 2013 I opened up my own stock house called “The Reed Files”. It’s been a wild ride but I love what I do and can’t imagine doing anything else for a living.
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Taria has this awesome online “look book” that I have bookmarked and visit frequently. I am a true fan because her work is freaking phenomenal. Please take a look and get lost…Peep a few of these before and afters to see just how magical her skills are. The photos are hot, but once she puts the Taria Reed whodoo on it, maaaannnn….
Notice how hair length, color, and or texture can be enhanced or even changed.
And I must note that Taria’s work is not restricted to IR romance. Being an IR blogger, I, of course chose to feature her IR work, but she literally does everything and is an all-inclusive digital artist-including m/m covers. If you’re looking for some quality cover art, please consider Taria A. Reed. She is more than worth the investment. Right Harper Miller? Teehee…
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March Madness: Spotlight on The Battaglia Mafia Series by Sienna Mynx

Note: This post contains explicit content not suitable for persons under the age of 18. Also the graphics represented are fan-created (moi) and are not works of the author’s. They should not be shared or used for marketing purposes.

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You cannot call yourself a fan of interracial romance novels and never heard of Sienna Mynx. She is a legend in the genre and was one of the first authors I read before I got deep in these streets…I own every, single Sienna Mynx novel (I got the receipts), and I have my personal faves, but The Battaglia Mafia Series is as legendary as the writer herself. Talk about an epic series! Before we jump in, let’s meet the author!


Sienna Mynx was born in the beautiful city of Miami, Florida. She began writing at the early age of eight. The oldest of two children with a schoolteacher for a mother, she was taught the power of words and found countless adventures between the pages of a book. While other children her age shared an interest in music, sports, or even Girl Scouts, Sienna’s interests never varied. Reading was her passion.

By the age of 13, she created a private collection of drawings and shot stories based on heroines she could identify with, but who lived in imaginative worlds far removed from her suburban upbringing. She’d share them with anyone who cared to read.
As a woman she adapted to the changes in her life by journaling and continuing to exploring her writing. Also an avid reader of romantic fiction and lover of television soap operas, Sienna adapted two distinct writing personae: T.A. Ford who is now a published author of sensual romance, and Sienna Mynx who explores the darker side of romance across genres. Currently, Sienna has published over thirty multicultural romances in all.

Sienna lives in southern Georgia and is the proud aunt of three. She is employed as an IT Professional for a technology company, and enjoys traveling, writing, and blogging.

Now on to the Battaglias!

Guess what? Book 5, Amore, is coming this Sunday (3/16)!

Amore_1400x2100I love how the sheets represent the colors of the Italian flag!

Introducing the Don and Donna Battaglia:

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Mira B.

Teaser ICan you say schmokin?!

Connect with author Sienna Mynx to stay updated on the Battaglia series as well as her other outstanding literary works. My 1-click addiction just got worse…




Battaglia Fan Page