Monday, October 29, 2018

New Release Showcase

Hopefully, the next new release I post will be mine, but I digress...

Today the showcase features Christmas Seduction by Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku, who amazes me with how prolific she is.  




CHRISTMAS Seduction ~ A Sweet & Steamy Romance is now LIVE on #Amazon #Kobo & other channels. #Newrelease #BWWM #Christmasromance

~ A Flirty & Feisty Romance Novel ~
She is a pilot. He is her boss. Their attraction sizzles!
“I find her impossible to forget…” ~ Terrence

“He gives me sleepless nights…” ~ Makayla

Against all odds, Terrence Parker has a relationship he says he is ‘happy’ about. Business is smooth-sailing. But a family Christmas holiday gets out of control when the unruly female pilot with smoky eyes, a wide smile and a figure that catches his breath sticks her mouth and presence in all the wrong places. Who the heck employed her and why can’t she follow his rules like everyone else?

When Captain Makayla Black accepts to fly the private jet owned by the impossible, but ruggedly handsome Terrence Parker during the Christmas holiday, she only wants to earn her pay and return home in one piece. After she sets eyes on his tattoos and muscled physique, her heart beats faster than she can think.

Will Terrence and Makayla deny their scorching attraction or will the magic of Christmas give them a new beginning?

From the Author of “Shocking Affair” ~ A Sweet & Steamy Romance


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Wednesday, October 10, 2018

New Release Showcase

Nia Forrester is one of top three favorite authors, so I am excited to have the opportunity to present her upcoming novel, Four. This book is the culmination of Nia's incredible Commitment series, which I've read twice and recommend to all my readers.




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!

Pre-Order: http://bit.ly/BuyFour | Giveaway: http://bit.ly/HMFourGiveaway


Excerpt

Since Chris and Robyn were my favorite couple from this series, I chose an excerpt from their story.

Growth (Chris & Robyn)

“Frank is so out of there, I think he’s barely even tolerating this farewell party,” Robyn said, lowering her voice and leaning in closer to Chris.

Across the room, Scaife Enterprises’ longtime general counsel was being roasted by Jamal Turner to mark the occasion of his retirement. His face bore a strained smile as he listened and tried to be a good sport about all of the playful mocking. Frank had come to SE from a plush law practice and entered the world of entertainment law probably thinking it would be equally cushy—parties with celebrities, short workdays and comped tickets to sold-out concerts. Instead, Robyn knew, he had been constantly challenged and sometimes even shocked by the breadth of legal matters that arose during his stint at the company.

On an average day at SE, there were paternity suits, tax evasion, restraining orders, and the occasional gun charge to contend with along with the usual, pedestrian contract negotiations. Frank, a Connecticut blue-blood had never had the appetite for some of that work. His strategy as general counsel had been to farm out the messier matters, finding outside counsel to handle anything that smelled like an actual crime.

We’re not the Manhattan public defenders, for chrissakes, he complained.

Despite being offended at the implication about their artists, Robyn had seen his point. A record company ideally should not be in the business of handling civil and criminal matters, just recording contracts. But as his deputy, she had advocated a different approach—keep everything in-house; hire attorneys with specializations in a variety of areas of the law, so that whether an SE artist had unpaid parking tickets, or god forbid assaulted someone at a nightclub, it would all be kept in the family, so to speak.

It builds artist loyalty, Robyn had argued. We look after them in their time of need and when contract renegotiation comes around, they’ll remember it.

Frank had been reticent, but allowed her the latitude to do some of the lower-end work, with the understanding that they would not, as he put it “get sucked in.”

“You’re thinking about taking his place, aren’t you?”

Robyn almost jumped at the sound of Chris’ baritone close to her ear. Not just because it was unexpected that he would say something, but because it was accurate.

“I think I could do a good job,” she said, coyly. She twirled her champagne glass by the stem between her thumb and forefinger.

“And you will. As acting general counsel,” Chris said. “And then you’ll turn over the helm to whoever Jamal finds after the executive search.”

“I think it’s a disgusting waste of money. They’re going to spend twenty-five thousand dollars just to find someone who might be sitting right under their noses.”

“You mean Rebecca?”

Robyn turned and looked at him, sighing. “Christopher …”

“I’m just sayin’ …”

“If Rebecca was that good, Rebecca would have been appointed acting general counsel. And she’s not. I am.”

“I know you are.” Chris brushed his lips across the shell of her ear. “And that was the right decision.”

“Are you humoring me right now?” Robyn asked, turning to look at him full on. “Because it sounds like you’re humoring me.”

Chris held up his hands in surrender. “How ‘bout I just …” He took her champagne flute. “I’m getting a drink, and I’ll bring you back a refill.”

Robyn watched him walk away, and felt her annoyance dissipate as she took in his unhurried, masculine gait that was like a slow-motion sequence in a men’s cologne commercial.

“Congratulations!”

Robyn startled for the second time in as many minutes.

This time the voice at her ear was Tracy’s. Looking stunning as usual, she was wearing a dress that no mother of a small child should have been able to pull off, but of course, Tracy did. It was a beaded mini-dress with shimmery tassels at the hem, reminiscent of a flapper’s dress, though much more understated. And as usual, Tracy had accessorized perfectly, choosing to wear only diamond studs in her ears, and no other embellishment.  Her long auburn hair was loose and tucked behind her ears.

“What’re you congratulating me for?” Robyn asked as they exchanged kisses.

“You smell delicious,” Tracy said. “You have to tell me what that scent is. Oh, for your promotion. I mean, I know nothing official’s been announced but with Frank leaving …”

“Well. Not to hear my husband tell it. I can’t tell whether he thinks that I shouldn’t get it, or I just won’t get it.”

“Yes, well. Chris would want you barefoot and pregnant …”

“No, definitely not pregnant,” Robyn laughed. “But maybe barefoot.”

“Just because he’s unemployed …” Tracy joked. “I guess he needs you to be as well.”

“But seriously, I don’t think he’d want me to take it if Jamal made me the offer.”

“Well, you are going to get it, so he’ll have to adjust.”

“Yes. He will,” Robyn said with more confidence than she felt.

She had long accepted that there was a little streak of chauvinism in her man. In his mind, his work was a mission, but hers was little more than a hobby. And that worldview was only amplified by the fact that she didn’t need an income. Men needed to work, in his opinion, and women chose to work.

But it didn’t matter. As far as Robyn was concerned, becoming general counsel was the highest pinnacle anyone in her field could aspire to. And general counsel at one of the most significant players in the recording industry? No. This job was hers, no matter what Chris or anyone else had to say about it. 
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, October 1, 2018

New Release Showcase

Today, I am featuring, HAVOC & MAYHEM, the brand new novel by my new Facebook friend, author Dee A. Bee


Hip hop culture, action, romance and humor in an awesome novel!


Once upon a time in Brooklyn, there was a man you could go to if you were in trouble and needed help. He’d listen to your story and make a judgment. If he thought you were wrong, you were out on your ass. But, if he thought you were wronged, then you never had a better friend.

The year is 1988. Ronald Reagan is president. The music of the urban streets known as Rap has proven to be more than just the passing fad it was brushed off as. Everyone dressed fresh, is sick with Pac Man fever and New York City is in a state of emergency due to a new wave drug called ‘crack’, which is turning people into addicts at an alarming rate.

Enter Tommy Strong a smooth-talking, rough-riding, flyy-guy who reaffirms action in and out of any woman’s bed or against any dude’s head. Known as Havoc on the mean streets of the borough that’s thorough, Brooklyn, he leases himself out as a Trouble Consultant, ridding neighborhoods of punks, pimps and pushers for a profit.

Tommy loved the highly profitable, adrenaline rush, lavish and sublime lifestyle. Arrogantly causing him to believe he was untouchable. That is until the predator became the prey when under the leadership of a mysterious criminal mastermind, his deadliest enemies called a truce and joined forces to hunt and eliminate their common foe. And if things couldn’t get any worse, it all goes down while he’s been left to care for his adorable younger sister with special needs. 

Armed with brute strength and his loyal to the end best friend Mayhem, Havoc strikes back in a series of wild car chases, shootouts and bone-crunching fistfights as he uncovers the horrific truth behind who and why he’s been marked for death.

Havoc and Mayhem is a Double-Dutch busload of Good Times that rocks the house and guarantees to give you a nostalgia attack from all the old school flashbacks. Violent, cool and street-smart it has all the right ingredients for a delicious story; visual action, thought provoking subject matter, romance, humor, fantasy, endless pop-culture references, vivid sexuality and a verbal soundtrack that’ll have you nodding to the beat in your head. 

Unlike anything currently on today’s book shelves. Urban movie style chaos on the written page is the best way to sum up this exciting tale, because it reads like a movie, opening with a bang and doesn’t let go until you close it.

So, listen up close, so you all don’t miss, as we go a little something like this…HIT IT!

Visit www.havocandmayhem.net to read sample chapters, learn all about the author, watch a bio video and to listen to dope beats!

You can also buy the book on Amazon.com here. 

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

New Release Showcase

Tia Kelly's long-awaited novel is here! I love her books, and it's been a while since she's had a new release. I'm so excited. Read on to find out about The Breakup Plan.

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.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

New Release Showcase

Today I'm sharing the new release from Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku!

Book Title:

IRRESISTIBLE Passion ~ A BWWM Sweet & Sexy Romance

Love Quote:

“I know I’m not perfect and I probably never will be. But I love you with everything in me and I know I’ll never be whole without you, without your love.” - Jayden Cartier Donovan ~ IRRESISTIBLE Passion

Genre: Romance/Interracial/BWWM
Release Date: July 19th, 2018
Word Count: Over 70,000 words
No of Pages: 252 (eBook) & 288 (Paperback)

Blurb:
“I crave her...” - Jayden
“I can’t get him out of my head…” - Tiana
In between looking after his son during the day and living a double life at night, Jayden Donovan shuts out everything else. He does not welcome strays or strangers into his mansion in Buckhead, Uptown Atlanta. So, when he sneaks home and finds a woman with full curves, sun-kissed lips and long dark hair asleep on his sofa, all hell breaks loose. Who is she and what does she want?
Doctor Tiana Seegars ends up where she is not wanted–in an affluent neighbourhood far from home. Waking up to find the intense gaze of a sexy, rough-around-the-edges, tattooed man roaming over her body sends her pulse racing. Though Jayden gets her body hot, he wants her out of his home fast. 
Yet his search for answers leads to a growing irresistible passion. Will Jayden and Tiana find what they both need?
~ From the author of “Shocking Affair”: A Sweet & Steamy Romance ~

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Excerpt:


Inhaling fast, Jayden’s nostrils flared and he swallowed. The tiny knots from earlier strengthened into larger bumps in his stomach.

A groan shipped out of his mouth.

“Please Lord, tell me the woman isn’t cooking in my kitchen.”

Christian had a separate apartment, so his housekeeper knew better than to cook inside his home.

Hastening down the stairs, Jayden charged into his kitchen, stopping short when he saw Tiana bending over in her short dark-blue skirt. She was reaching over to grab the roll of paper napkins on the floor.

The skirt stretched over her round backside and curvy hips like second-skin. His eyes trekked the long length of her legs up to her thighs. Curvy and attention-grabbing were two words that stuck in his mind.

Jayden swallowed at high speed.

Many women had attractive legs, so what? He had never dated a woman with full curves and he had no intention to change his preference. Sharpening his tongue to scare her out of his life, he cut her with his get-lost glower.

“Hello, what are you doing in my kitchen?”

The woman gasped, placing her fingers devoid of nail polish on her cleavage. Her eyes, wide and a dark-brown hue shot arrows at him as if he had intruded on her space.

“Lord, you scared me. Don’t you make any sound when you walk?”

Licking his lips, he averted his gaze from her boobs flashing at him. The pair looked like funbags. Her full lips, free of lipstick fell apart giving him a peek at her white teeth and pink gums.

Rendered almost speechless by her accusation and lovely voice, Jayden sputtered.

“I beg your pardon! You scared the hell out of me when I found you asleep on my sofa. This is my house and I can move around the way I want, don’t you think?”

A Bit About Stella
I'm Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku, author of several toe-curling & heart-fluttering Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels.
I love and enjoy writing Interracial/Multicultural/BWWM & African American Romance as well as Historical & Paranormal Romance Stories. My heroes are super-sexy men with big hearts and the heroines are strong, flirty and feisty. All my stories are page turners, a breath of fresh air, dotted with unexpected twists and are set in fascinating Africa, enticing Europe and enchanting America. You will laugh, cry, get a thrill and a message when you read my books and each novel makes the perfect gift for your family, friends and colleagues. There are now 23 published books so far. 
On a personal level, I'm a romantic freak, mother of two vivacious teenagers, married to my gorgeous husband, my hero and best friend and we live in London, UK. Swimming on my back like a star-fish is one of my skills. 
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