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 …


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?


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?


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. 


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.

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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.

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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.


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.
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?


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.



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?