I’m a day late and a dollar short, but here we are! The latest from L. Loren, Egyptian Nights, is available!
Once upon a time there was a beautiful young woman named Egypt, and she loved sex. Cursed by her mother’s dying declaration, she thinks she is unworthy of love. Locking her feelings inside an impenetrable ice block, she hides behind casual sex. Aided by her Naughty Fairy Godmother, she creates a playlist of rules to live by to avoid a broken heart.
When the ruggedly, sexy businessman, Harper Beckmann enters the restaurant where she is the executive chef, she feels drawn to him in ways she never felt before. When he denies her offer for a casual hook-up and offers to take her on a date instead, she is intrigued. Unable to resist his charms, she allows him to break all of her rules, including kissing on the mouth.
Harper has been playing the field since his fiancée left him for his best friend. A romantic at heart, he longs for the love of a good woman. When he meets Egypt, he knows instantly she is just what he needs to cure his aching heart. If he can break down her walls and get her to admit she loves him too, Beckmann may just be the one to break the curse.
Egyptian Nights is a full-length, adult fairy tale and only 99 pennies! Peep the trailer then click to purchase!
You ever get a sample of a book, and the story immediately grabs you like
I’ve heard of author Tiffany Patterson in these literary skreets, but I’ve never read her books — until now (Well, I copped it; haven’t actually read it — yet.) What grabbed me wasn’t the blurb, but the sample. Well, the blurb prompted me to read the sample, which prompted me to click. I love prim and proper mixed with a lil sophistiratchet. I think it’s in my DNA.
Safe Space is a friends-to-lovers romance. You know, the lil sister and her brother’s BFF typa romance. The story begins with Chanel Richards moving back home to Houston, TX after ending her engagement to her abusive, fuckboy fiance Ethan (I’m telling you, he woulda caught a brick in his sleep…).
Chanel is a practicing attorney and is basically trying to pick up the pieces, but she’s pleasantly distracted by her brother’s BF Xavier Grant. Xavier is handling business, living life…until Chanel re-enters the picture, and lil sis is now all grown up — and available. As Xavier and Chanel try to make a love connection, people and things get in the way (It wouldn’t be a romance if they didn’t.)
Love will not be denied. No brother, no father, no case will keep X man from his woman. Except maybe the woman herself.
Safe Space is available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.
I recently read a post on an author’s (who happens to be black) blog where she talked about why she writes
diverse poc characters and how she was told by more than one “mainstream” blog that their readers (in so many words) couldn’t relate to black characters (Ain’t enough gifs on the planet to show you how I feel about this asinine remark). I was a little disappointed at the end of the post because my takeaway was that her argument wasn’t so much in defense of a need for readers of all ethnicities to read about different cultures and experiences, but it was one that spoke (in a roundabout way) to the monetary implications of why some authors of color don’t write characters of color, and…
Somebody finally said it without actually saying it Some authors of colors exclusively write white characters because they know their chances of being bought and read are practically guaranteed — or at least considered (And writing with a non-ethnic sounding author name will almost certainly get you extra consideration.)
Why is it in 2017 we’re still dealing with this shit? (It’s a rhetorical question, by the way.) For a better part of my life, I’ve read nothing but mainstream (white) stories, and never once did I walk away believing their experiences (not saying all) were unlike mine.
The bottom line is we all experience the same shit — just differently. No, I don’t know what it’s like to have to wash my hair every, single day or season my chicken with just salt and pepper, but you know what? I do wash my damn hair, and I do season my chicken with about eleven herbs and spices. The point? I like clean hair and chicken. Just like Susie. So, because we do these two things differently, I’m unrelatable?
Y’all! The Blacker The Berry by Lena Matthews was one of the very first interracial romances that I’d ever read. I didn’t even know IR romance was a “thing” in terms of romantic fiction at that time. I first got this book in paperback waaaay back in 2008 from that African American book club that escapes my mind at the moment. Remember back in the day (I’m dating myself…) when you could get, like, ten books for a penny, but then you’d have to commit to buying five at regular price over a three-year period or something crazy like that? Yeah, I joined the black version of that lmao!
So, TBTB is actually book two of Matthews’s Wild, Wild West series. Tamara is a plus-size (another first for me in reading any romance at that time) photographer whose best friend, Charlotte, is days away from giving birth to her first child (You can read Charlotte and Ty’s story here). Tam lives in the big city, so she really doesn’t have a need for a car. Ty suggests that his boy Russell and her drive down together since they’ll be the godparents and what’s the harm in the two getting to know each other in the process?
EVERY. DAMN. THING.
Talk about oil and water! These two are a hot mess! They are the epitome of opposites attracting. Aside from the obvious racial difference, there’s the real cultural differences. He’s a conservative-ish city slicker lawyer but a country boy at heart. She’s a free spirit with an eff you, I’ma do me attitude. Russell wasn’t ready for Tam. Tam isn’t the stereotypical, “sassy”, “brash”, “neck-rolling” black woman. Nah…I rebuke that. What she is is a black woman who don’t take no shit and speaks her mind, even if it is to mask some pain and insecurities that she has. And to have this handsome asshole like her even a little bit, is a lil unsettling for her.
So, yeah…I liked this one. Definitely one to add to the TBR fo’ sho’! Happy weekend, peeps ❤
I’ve been a fan of Tia Williams’s writing since I read The Accidental Diva waaay back in ’05. I hate comparing authors to one another, but to give you an idea of what to expect from a Tia Williams original is if you love Jackie Collins, then you will love Tia Williams. It’s high fashion, high drama, sexy love, and everything in between.
The Perfect Find is refreshingly different in that the heroine isn’t a young millennial trying to find her way in the big, bad world, but a down and out Gen-Xer trying to find her way back in the big, bad world. Relatable af!
Jenna Jones, former It-girl fashion editor, is broke and desperate for a second chance. When she’s dumped by her longtime fiancé and fired from Darling magazine, she begs for a job from her old arch nemesis, Darcy Vale. The beyond-bitchy publisher of StyleZine.com, Darcy agrees to hire her rival – only because her fashion site needs a jolt from Jenna’s old school cred. But Jenna soon realizes she’s in over her head. She’s working with digital-savvy millennials half her age, has never even “Twittered,” and pretends to still be a Fashion Somebody while living a style lie (she sold her designer wardrobe to afford her sketched-out studio, and now quietly wears Walmart’s finest). Worse? The twenty-two-year-old videographer assigned to shoot her web series is driving her crazy. Wildly sexy with a smile Jenna feels in her thighs, Eric Combs is way off-limits – but almost too delicious too resist.
Okaaaayyyy! Ol’ girl and a twenty-two year old dude? I’on know ’bout you, but I don’t think I could. But, hey, never say never…
Anyone who knows me, knows I pretty much only show three emotions: extreme anger, cold indifference, or unbridled glee. On the rare occasion, I will read something, and a new emotion will emerge: hard-hitting, profound sadness.
The kid don’t do tears (except happy, piss my pants ones), but there has been a time or three when I’ve read something and you’d swear somebody dunked my face in a vat of snot. It could be a heartbreaking breakup, an innocent character being mistreated or abuse, or the death of a beloved character. And Lawd, don’t let no animals be involved…Authors who make me cry are angels sent from above. If it weren’t for them, my tear ducts would dry up like some uncapped glue. So, thank you. I guess 😛
What a lovely way to end the week, and yes, I am shamelessly plugging myself because…
Check out my really snarky or snarkily real interview with author Harper Miller (And follower her while you’re at it). I don’t know how to be any other way…
Have a happy weekend 😀
First of all (neck rolling hard af), I am feeling some type of way about this title (***SNICKERS***). It worked because I clicked it!
Summertime for me is all about reading lighthearted, over-the-top, soap opera-ish, drama-filled romance. I don’t know if Bloggers Can’t Be Trusted is any of these things, but based on the blurb and title, I may have a winner:
Nyela Barnes is a respected entertainment journalist who seemingly has it all, but the luster of her once fulfilling career has started to fade. With pseudo writers and social media stars continuing to water down the art of real reporting and her boss at Spark magazine micromanaging her every move, Nyela is desperately in need of a change.
The idea of chasing a new dream of becoming a screenwriter reignites Nyela’s fire, but her world gets turned upside down when she starts a romance with Olu Major, the hottest actor-turned-rapper in the game. Overnight, she goes from being the one telling the story to being the story, as her name becomes the source of gossip blog fodder.
Supported by her talented, zany friends and quirky family, Nyela is determined to figure out the identity of anonymous blogger Chatty Abernathy, who seems hell-bent on destroying her reputation and budding relationship.
Romance: √ Drama: √ Haters: √ More Drama: √
What’s crackin? It feels good to be back. I wasn’t completely honest when I said I was breaking because I was busy. That’s only partly true. I had to take a break because, for the second or third time since I’ve created this blog, I’ve found myself asking myself: WHY AM I DOING THIS?! Nobody’s reading this crap. I’m busting my ass to come up with snarky, entertaining commentary while spotlighting hardworking authors, but who am I doing it for? Yes, I get in my feelings sometimes. I’m a Leo. I own it…
So, after a month of feeling sorry for myself, I said, Fuck it. I’m doing this for me because I like to look back at my old posts and go, “Yeah, I remember when that book came out” or “Yeah, I was feeling some damn type of way when I wrote that musings…”
It’s pretty amazing that in the time I’ve been gone, I’ve gained a few new followers (Were you drinking?). Thank you and welcome. You will learn quickly that my censor is pretty much unfiltered because I post in the moment (I have yet to regret or retract a thing I’ve said. Knock on all the wood in world.) I’m just a passionate reader and an even more passionate thinker (I never said what I think is right or good…), so you’ll see that reflected in these posts.
June unofficially (or officially?) kicks off summer reading. I’ve got books and authors galore to spotlight this month. There’s a hellafied box set dropping this month that I can’t wait to talk about, and a few of my faves are dropping new releases. I’m also committed to showcasing those authors under the radar who quietly do the damn thang with little fanfare. So, yeah…June is gonna be lit for reals. I’ll holla at y’all later this week with the first of many spotlights to come.
I know I haven’t posted in weeks. Like you really care, but I have a few ride or dies… I’ll be back on June 5th with more musings and reading shenanigans. See y’all then!