Tuesday, February 21, 2017

New Release Showcase

Today's showcase features the brand new release from James Fant, an awesome writer whom I've had the pleasure of knowing for a couple of years now. 

James is an award winning author who lives in Charleston, SC with his lovely wife and two hilarious children. When he’s not reading everything from business management to mysteries or “entertaining” his family with piano solos and spoken word, James writes inspirational romance and suspense that warms the heart and hopefully makes readers laugh—in public.

COED is James' seventh release. I love relationship stories written by men, and the cover and tag line for this one have me really intrigued. 


Can a man and a woman be best friends without somebody catching feelings?

Travis Barber and Sade Styles are best friends of the opposite sex. Despite what everyone thinks, they are not getting busy...yet.

Co-owners of a popular barbershop/salon in named CoEd, Travis and Sade spend the bulk of their days together. But when Sade’s apartment lease runs out and Travis offers her the spare bedroom of his newly built house, will they end up sharing more than just the utilities?

This witty, fast-paced romance seeks to answer the question: can a man and a woman be best friends without crossing that fine line into the land of lovers. Best case scenario, nothing happens. Worst case scenario, they get to know each other a little too well and end up hating each other!

Are Travis and Sade making the best move for their friendship?


He said…

It was only a matter of time before Sade and I bumped uglies. The stars were lined up too perfectly for it not to happen. The air was too warm and sticky for us not to be hot and bothered. Lalah Hathaway was singing too good; hitting those low notes and high notes too right for us to not be affected. And Sade was wearing that black dress too well for me not to be nigh animalistic. A part of me laughed at the way I felt. Like Cookie Monster from Sesame Street when he tried to kick his cookie habit and he just couldn’t take it anymore. “Me must have cookie! NomNomNomNomNom.” In my mind, I’m chomping on that cookie and crumbs are flying everywhere.
Lalah was singing Forever, For Always, For Love. Sade and I were standing right in front of the stage. Lalah was looking good and all but that night, I only had eyes for Sade Styles, my poor little helpless cookie. She had no idea what she was in for. And she wasn’t making things better, the way she allowed me to drape my arms around her. And that dress? My goodness, that dress! It was form fitting and Sade’s form was hitting on all cylinders. The back of the dress…let me back up a minute…there was no back of the dress. It was only Sade’s skin. It’s a shame that all I could think about was sinking my teeth into her flesh. I tells ya! I was going to make Cookie Monster proud tonight.
Where was I? Yes, the dress. It cupped her backside! Did you hear what I said? The dress cupped her bottom so sweetly that I got weak in the knees when she walked out of the bathroom with it on earlier that evening. And she had the nerve to turn around, wiggle her hips and say, “What do you think?” Sade, I thought, you don’t wanna know what I’m thinking right now.
“What do you think about the dress?” she asked again when I didn’t reply immediately.
You see, it’s hard to talk when a cat has your tongue. I said something; I don’t even remember what it was. Whatever it was, it made her laugh.
“Boy, you are too silly. Let’s go.”
I was watching her walk in front of me, watching her turn around and smile as I lagged behind.
“Something wrong with your leg?” she asked. “Why are you walking like that?”
Well, Sade, I am extremely aroused right now. And I’m trying to situate myself without you noticing. “Must be a Charley horse,” I lied.
“You need me to rub your leg?”
Come on, man! You’re playing dirty now.
“Nah, I’m good.”
She paused, turned around and said, “Are you sure?”
Let me stop right here and tell you about how Sade smelled at that point in time. It was something sweet, something devious. The perfume was actually visible to me, surrounding her like a beautiful cloud. A hand formed from that cloud and its cloudy arm extended toward my nose. Tickled it. Gently caressed my chin. I swear the cloud asked me if I wanted Sade. I nodded my head yes.
“So you do want me to rub your leg?” she asked.
“No!” If she touched me right now…
“Okay,” she said as she turned around slowly. “Maybe later?”
I shook my leg. Situated myself. This was going to be a long evening.

Purchase Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/COED-James-Fant-ebook/dp/B01N9SH36I/
Barnes and Noble:http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/coed-james-fant/1125618398

Contact Information

Website: http://www.jamesfantbooks.com/
Facebook: www.facebook.com/jamesfantbooks
Twitter: @jamesfantjr

Monday, February 13, 2017

New Release Showcase

Today I am please to feature the brand new release from Christian and inspirational author Natasha Frazier

About The Author

Since graduating from Jackson State University with a Bachelors of Business Administration degree in Accounting, Natasha earned a Masters of Science degree in Accounting from Texas A&M University. Aside from being an author, Natasha is also a Certified Public Accountant (CPA). 

Natasha has authored three devotional books. Her first book is The Life Your Spirit Craves (released November 2012), a 30-Day devotional and journal that encourages readers to seek, accept and pursue their God-given assignment. The Life Your Spirit Craves won the Readers’ Choice Award at the Christian Literary Awards November 2013. Her second book, Not Without You: 365 Days in the Lord’s Presence (released March 2014) encourages readers to make devotion a part of their everyday life by seeking God every day. Not Without You has been nominated for the Henri Award. The Henri Award recognizes excellence in Christian literature. The Life Your Spirit Craves for Mommies is a 52-week devotional for mothers that encourages them to see God at work in their lives through their role as a mother. Natasha has also began a fiction series that focuses on real and relevant issues in today’s society, such as sex, adultery, blended families and more! Her debut series contains three titles - Love, Lies & Consequences, Through Thick & Thin, and Shattered Vows.

With a love for God’s people, especially women and children, Natasha channels her passion through writing and participating in SASSy, an organization whose focus is to inspire and encourage women to take second steps and become the person God has called them to be. Each month, women participating in SASSy select a different cause and give our time and resources by volunteering in the community. We have volunteered at women’s shelters, Kids’ Meals, Inc. and have performed random acts of kindness throughout the Houston, TX area.

Natasha resides in Missouri City, TX with her husband, Eddie Frazier, Jr. and their three children, Eden, Ethan, and Emilyn. Her greatest joy and commitment is to her family who she hopes to inspire above all else. One of her many mottos in life is: Faith removes limitations.
About The Book

Rico gambled with his marriage when he cheated on Chloe. Breaking his vows and risking everything for temporary pleasure, he lost his wife’s respect and trust.

Rico returns to God, searching for a quick fix to win Chloe’s heart back, but his heart is the one that is changed. He is a self-proclaimed changed man, willing to go the extra mile to restore his marriage, but he just may be too late.

Has Chloe given up on him? She has forgiven him before, but this is different. "I’m sorry" isn't enough when vows have been shattered. With the law and the Word of the Lord on her side, she finally gathers enough courage to walk away.

But then tragedy strikes. Is it enough to make Chloe stay, or will she start a new chapter in her life?

Rico let out a low whistle as Chloe descended the stairs with her matching camel-colored clutch under her arm. She was beautiful and he made sure she knew it.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you on my arm tonight. You look beautiful, sweetie,” Rico complimented as he took her hand when she descended to the last three steps. When she made it to the bottom, he lifted her hand and brushed her wedding band with his fingers before planting a kiss on her hand.

“Thank you.” Chloe blushed a little and returned the compliment. “You look nice, too.” She noticed that he was wearing her favorite cologne as well, but didn’t make mention of it. Rico placed her hand around his arm and escorted her to the car. Their drive to the Improv was filled with chatter from Rico about what they did on previous anniversaries. She didn’t add much to the conversation, only nodded and smiled mostly. She had to admit that those times were nice, but this one was much different. In her mind was the insurmountable obstacle in front of them.

Rico had purchased their tickets online so they walked straight past the ticket booth to the entrance, where they were greeted by a hostess and shown to their VIP table near the stage. Noting the dim lighting, soft R&B music and the newly renovated facility, Chloe remembered their first date at the Improv, where they saw the comedian Arnez J in standup. They laughed until their stomachs and throats were in pain. She was hoping she would get another whiff of that tonight, although she didn’t know who the comedian was going to be. She just knew that she could use a laugh right about now. And not just any laugh, but a magic laugh that would take away all of the pain that she was feeling and trying so hard to push aside. The type of laughter that would somehow wipe the slate clean for the two of them. She was sure there was no such thing, but she was ready for the magic she hoped the night would bring for her.

She ordered a Caesar salad and he ordered buffalo wings to enjoy before the show started. On cue, the show began when the waitress came to take away their empty plates. They were tickled a little by the warm-up acts but nothing like what she was waiting for. However, she was feeling more relaxed and her body didn’t stiffen as it did earlier when Rico pulled her chair closer to his and put his arm around her.

There were still a few residual laughs from the crowd as the host appeared onstage to announce the headliner for the night—Will the Thrill. Chloe didn’t recognize the comedian’s stage name, so she knew she hadn’t heard any of his jokes before. New material. Great.
Will the Thrill jumped straight into his routine after the round of applause subsided. His first joke was about dating and how he wasn’t ready to commit to his girlfriend by getting married.

“C’mon now men. Y’all know how much extra work it is to hide the side woman when you get married. Gotta put all these codes in your phone, use aliases and lie, lie, lie. Even when you get caught, stick to the lie. Ain’t that right my man?” he joked as he gestured toward Rico.

Her anticipation waned at those jokes. In fact, they weren’t funny at all. Bad choice in her mind. What began to tick her off was that Rico was doubled over in laughter . . . clearly, something he shouldn’t have been laughing at given the situation they were in.

“What in the hell is so funny, Rico?” she sneered, leaning to the side to look up at him wiping tears from his eyes.

“What?” Rico asked, clearly confused.

“So cheating is funny?”

“Sweetie, these are just jokes. C’mon now.”

“I’m glad you think ruining our marriage and our lives is funny. I’m getting out of here!” Chloe scooted away from the table, snatched her purse and walked away with Rico following close behind.

“Looks like someone got caught doing what I just said not to do!” the comedian joked to their retreating backs as they exited the room, causing an uproar in the crowd.

Rico grabbed her hand and she spun around. She yanked her hand back and folded her arms across her chest. The look she gave would have killed him if looks could kill. Infidelity was a sore spot with her and definitely not a laughing matter. Rico couldn’t understand why she took it so seriously. Everyone in the room, except her, knew that those were only jokes. There was no reason to get upset over nothing. But to Chloe it wasn’t nothing; it was the reason her life was turned upside down.

Genre: Christian Fiction
ISBN-10: 0988452197
ISBN-13: 978-0988452190
Book Release Date: January 31, 2017

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Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Cover Reveal!

    I am so excited to reveal the gorgeous new cover for Born to be Wild, Book One in my upcoming Lake Series

    Thanks to Cover Me Book Covers for another great one. Right now I'm looking at a late May release. I'll be sharing more excerpts here soon.

Monday, January 30, 2017

What I'm reading...

Over the weekend I finished reading Nia Forrester's Young, Rich and Black. Since I haven't been very consistent with posting about my reading, you may not know that she is one of my top three favorite authors. 

I'd been waiting with baited breath for her to release something new, and this novella, which is the latest addition to her Afterwards series, hit the spot. The story follows Deuce Scaife, the son of one of her previous characters.

I absolutely suck at writing reviews, so I'm going to take the liberty of copying a great review from another reader, SabrinaS (on Amazon.com):

Sometimes, I get in a reading "slump". I'd been in one for a couple of months before I picked Young, Rich And Black out of my queue of newly purchased books to read. Nia Forrester is a go-to for me and has been from the moment I read Commitment. To expect that she'd be able to free me wasn't unreasonable.

It's HOW she does it that is so freakin' amazing! I love this author's voice. There is something about how she weaves a story that not only pulls you in...but envelopes you into that reading place where you realize you've been not just pulled in, - but fully immersed in the world of her beautifully, expertly, complex and artfully flawed characters. I almost didn't read this story because I knew that Chris "Deuce" Scaife, Jr. was young. I thought "how could a story about someone so young compete with the likes of the couples this author has so perfectly captured in her other novels?" I'm here to say that Deuce and Zora's story is no exception - you forget that they are super young because they're developed and focused in a way that transcends chronological age - they're just two exceptional people in a present day struggle. A struggle that isn't just about love - but about choices.

Choosing to read this book is one of the smartest choices I've made this year. It was exceptional."
If you're looking for a wonderful read, you can get Young, Rich and Black here - http://amzn.to/2jiQElt 

And you can check out Nia's other fabulous books on her web site: http://niaforrester.com.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

New Release Spotlight and Contest!

Today the spotlight is on my friend and fellow author Chelle Ramsey. Chelle has just released the final novel in her Bejeweled series entitled Standing Strong. Before we get into the book, let me tell you a little bit about Chelle.

An original Georgia Peach, Chelle Ramsey is a fiction author, writing stories to encourage, empower, entertain and strengthen readers. Many of her stories are based in her birthplace of Atlanta or her husband’s hometown of Cincinnati, where readers can relate to local hot spots and events. She wants her readers (women and men) to become empowered to rise above adversity, with faith in God, and belief in themselves.

Chelle holds an MBA in Human Resource Management, which she puts to use in her HR generalist role by day, while she writes her women’s fiction and Christian fiction novels by night. She is also a romance ghostwriter, a genre very diverse from her own.

Her most important roles are those of a wife and mother of three. During her “me time,” she loves listening to music, and becomes enraptured with the enthralling stories of Terry McMillan, and Nora Roberts. She especially relishes trying to solve the engaging mysteries of James Patterson and Stuart Woods, while eating a bowl of her favorite butter pecan ice cream. Chelle resides in a rural community of Atlanta, GA and enjoys writing, family time, and watching NBA games with her husband.


Olivia has overcome many challenges and disappointments in her life. Yet, when faced with an unexpected death of a family member, and witnessing the murder of someone she cares for, she isn’t sure she can survive. The losses incurred on this journey may cause her to pay the ultimate sacrifice.

The return of Black and Kianna means the puzzle pieces of Angel’s life are finally locking into place. The picture is different than she envisioned. Angel must determine if uncovering the truth of their past, is worth the sacrifice of her new relationship.

Kianna’s played dirty in the past, but this time the fight is deadly. She’s willing to go all in to expose the truth, which will cause everyone in the game to ante up. Will her sacrifice be more than she bargained for?

Black’s gambled several times in the past, but this time the stakes are high. With his life and those of his family serving as the bargaining chips, it isn’t that easy to fold. To protect those he loves the most, he may have to sacrifice his own life to save theirs.

Angel. Kianna. Black. In the end everyone must bear their cross. And the truth is so explosive, the House will never be the same. One will stand strong and walk away. One will stand strong and make the ultimate sacrifice. And one will stand strong and won’t survive!

The doorbell buzzed, waking Black from a nap. He had fallen asleep on the couch after TJ left. Looking at his cell phone, he noticed he had missed several calls. He had been asleep for over two hours.

Damn, how did that happen? Shaking his head, he smiled, recalling he had placed the phone on vibrate after his son left. Although it was his birthday, he decided to chill. This birthday was different than any of the previous ones. No longer hanging in a nightclub with his boys and a few women around as usual, today he chose to relax and reflect on his life.

The doorbell buzzed again, forcing him to get up to answer it.

“Whachu want?” he asked, not surprised to see Kianna.

“You,” she said, forcing her way through the door. She held a bottle of champagne and a couple of balloons in one hand and a small, wrapped box in the other.

“C’mon, girl. Why you here?” Irritation colored his voice.

“Duh? It’s your birthday. And since I had a feeling you weren’t out partying, I decided to bring a little private party to you.” She shrugged her shoulders and sashayed through the apartment to the bedroom.

Black caught up with her and grabbed her by the arm. “Look, I thought I told you I was done with you, girl. Wassup?”

“You’re not done with me! Black, you can’t get rid of me like that,” Kiana replied, snatching her arm from his grasp.

Pulling her form-fitting white mini dress up her ample hips and over her head, she tossed it to the floor, freeing her full breasts.  She wore absolutely nothing underneath, and Black’s body betrayed him as it went on alert. With her firm, luscious breasts bouncing and behind jiggling, he recalled what it felt like being inside of her, holding her, kissing her, and sexing her.

“C’mon, baby, what we had was good,” Kianna said, pressing up against him and kissing his neck.

His mind and flesh warred against each other. Giving in would mean going back into the life he was trying to escape. He didn’t know what it meant to ignore her. He could only try that route again and see what it brought.

“Please…put your clothes on, and get out!”

Kianna refused to back down, instead choosing to stroke his manhood. “You don’t mean that. You’re all lip service, because your body’s saying something different,” she purred.
Black groaned against what he was feeling. “Shit don’t matter, I said leave!” He let his mind wonder to the feeling of cold ice on his back, being shot, and roadkill. Anything that would eliminate sexual thoughts from his mind and ease the tension he allowed to flow. Somehow it worked, and his manhood began cooperating with him.

“Black, I brought you a present, part of which was me. Seeing how you’re not appreciative of my gift, then maybe you’d like this one better.” Kianna strutted back to the bed and grabbed the little box.

“Here, open it!” she commanded, thrusting it in his hands.

Sighing and tired of playing her games, he reluctantly followed her instructions. Although he had just taken a nap, he felt depleted of energy simply being in her presence. His back and neck were aching, and he wanted to ease the pain. Wondering what was in the box, he made his way to his bed.

He looked up at her briefly while unwrapping it. “What’re you smirking for?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about how good we were together. There’s nothing I won’t do to make me and you a team again,” Kianna stated.

“What the hell is this?” Black asked, pulling a tape recorder from the box.

“What does it look like? Listen to it; there’s a birthday message on it.” She smiled, pointing at the small rectangular grey device in his hand.

Black hit the play button and began listening. Cold chills ran down his spine as he heard his own voice. There were several conversations recorded of him setting up drugs buys. There were also other recordings of him making arrangements for Starr and Kandi, two dancers he had met at the strip club.


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Monday, January 16, 2017


It is with enormous pride that I present an important new release from a young man I've known all of his life. 


Thomas Holt has written a book that has importance to all Americans regardless of race.

“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.” Newton’s Third Law of Motion
Black & Blue is Thomas Holt’s invaluable personal insight and reaction to the sensationalized news headlines, “Police Shoot Unarmed Black Man.” Holt provides thought-provoking conversations and personal stories of walking on both sides of the “thin blue line.” With over a decade of law enforcement experience, Holt offers historical narratives and research on the implementation of the first organized police force created over 200 years ago. Tommy is doing his part to ease racial tensions, injustice and mistreatment of police interactions with African- Americans. Holt strongly believes that if his Come Home S.C.H.O.O.L. approach is utilized, it will save the lives of both citizens and police officers.

Black & Blue​ examines the intersection between race, culture and our inherent biases. The book artfully describes the humanity of the citizen and the complexity of the job officers are charged to perform. This book is a must read for all individuals in the ​Black and Blue 
​ communities. - William A. Dudley Jr. Esq. 

 "​Black & Blue​ ​is essential reading for all those who really want to participate in the improvement of police and community relations. It is a unique view from both sides of the line that everyone can learn from."  - John Celestand 2000 NBA LA Lakers Champion 

Officer Holt has written a heartfelt and brutally honest book, which has statistical data for any doubters of the truth.The journey of his youth and as young police officer is a story that many Black police officers have lived through and is a key reason why they chose to become law enforcement officers, to make a difference. 

This book should be read by all including potential law enforcement officers to realize that there are some legitimate reasons for distrust of the police. Yet that should not stop law enforcement officers from doing their jobs to make communities safe and prove that 97% of police officers work hard, and are there to serve and protect, and not to abuse and mistreat. Very proud of this young man. - Craig McQueen Retired Assistant Chief City of Miami Police Department 

“Thomas Holt's new book is a reminder of the perceptions of our citizens and police officers. This book offers a view from a minority and a police officer in today's 21st Century society. He has provided an excellent example of Impacting Lives Today For A Better Tomorrow. This serves as a reminder that we all are connected by a commonality which is the human race. - Ian A. Moffett Chief of Police, Miami-Dade Schools Police Department 

Black & Blue is available in paperback on Amazon.com - http://amzn.to/2jzhoKV 

Coming soon to Kindle...

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Sample Sunday

Continuing where I left off last time (Dec. 21 and Dec. 10) in Chapter One with the unedited excerpt of Born To Be Wild.



We stepped out onto the sidewalk, a huge black and silver motorcycle sat at the curb gleaming in the midday sun. I stepped closer to examine it. “That’s a big bike.”

He shrugged. “I’m a big man.”

That’s for sure

Once I put my sign on the front door and locked it, we headed to Eufaula Street, and I felt dwarfed beside him. Miss Cordelia, the flower shop owner and probably the oldest store owner in town, was adding water to the display she kept outside her shop. She paused and gaped as we approached. “Good afternoon, Tangie,” she said, eyeing Mr. Turner with a suspicious squint. “On your way to lunch?”

“Yes, ma’am. It’s about that time.” I had the distinct feeling she expected me to introduce him, but the situation didn’t call for it, so I smiled and kept walking.

“Was it my imagination, or did she just give me the evil eye?”

“Yeah, she did, but it’s only because she’s looking out for me. I’m one of the youngest shop owners here.” He didn’t need to know the reason why. Miss Cordelia had never seen me with a man other than, Johnnie, whom I’d been dating for the past two years. Everyone in town also knew him, because we grew up together.

We turned the corner onto Eufaula Street where Karly’s Kafé sat on the ground floor of a large three-story brick building in need of tender loving care. The first floor housed several businesses, but the top two floors remained vacant. A For Sale banner had adorned the second level railing for more than a year, but the owners hadn’t received any offers. The building needed too much work.

My handsome customer held the door as I preceded him into the café. “Are you eating here, or getting something to take out?”

“Most days I eat here. It’s good to get a break from being in the store all day.”

“Do you mind if I join you, or are you meeting bae for lunch?”

“No. I usually sit over there.” I indicated a table by the front window and let the bae comment slide. When I looked up, Karly, her husband, Sal and Breelyn, their day waitress and my best friend, were staring as if I’d grown a third eye. They had also never seen me out with a man other than Johnnie. Sal had the culinary expertise, and Karly had the personality. Several years ago they passed through our little town on their way to Florida and fell in love with it. Six months later, they left New York City and bought a house here. Immediately, they started looking for a spot to open their restaurant.


“Hey, Tangela, how’s life treating you?” Karly asked from across the room in her loud New York accented voice.

In the five years I’d known her, she had never asked me that question. It was obvious she was fishing for details about the man sitting next to me. “I’m just fine, Karly. How’re you doin’?”

“Bree will be over with menus in a minute.” She and Bree put their heads together and whispered before Bree sauntered over wearing a surreptitious smile.

“Welcome to Karly’s Kafe. My name is Breelyn, and I’ll be serving you today.” Her formal welcome was laughable, and obviously for Mr. Turner’s benefit. “Can I get drinks for you and your…friend?”

I sent her the side eye. “Bree, this is Mr. Turner. He’s passing through town on his way to Panama City Beach. Bree is my best friend.”

He smiled.  “Pleased to meet you, Bree. My name is Reese, and I’d like the biggest sweet tea you have with lots of lemon.”

The way she grinned back at him made me want to slap her upside her silly head. “Here’s today’s menu. I’ll be right back.”

His gaze followed her across the dining room. As soon as she was out of hearing distance, he said, “You’re not drinking anything?”

“She knows what I always get.”

“Oh, okay. I thought she was dissing you.” He glanced at her again. “She has an interesting look.”

“Like she doesn’t belong here, right?”

“Well, yeah. It’s not often you see a black woman with purple hair in a country town.”

“Eufaula isn’t country. It’s the largest town in Barbour County.”

He snickered and checked out the short menu. “I’m from Atlanta. Believe me, this is country.”

Bree brought our drinks and blatantly studied him while he concentrated on the menu. Her gaze did a slow scan from his boots all the way up to the turquoise and silver necklace beneath a red bandanna at his throat then gave me a raised eyebrow.

I nixed her and asked if he was ready to order.

“Think I’ll try the meatball parm sandwich and a side salad with Italian dressing.”

“Good choice,” Bree said. “Sal’s meatballs are amazing, but I suggest you get that on the toasted garlic bread.”

“Okay. Recommendation taken.”

“And what are you having today, girl?”

“I’ll make it easy for you. Give me the same, but with the balsamic vinaigrette on the salad.”

She scratched the order on her pad and sent me another questioning look. “This shouldn’t take long.”

“Are you vacationing in Panama City?” I asked once she left the table.

“Not really. I belong to a motorcycle club. It’s Black Bike Week, and the annual rally is being held there.”

Now his outfit made more sense. I’d never known anyone who belonged to a motorcycle club, and I wanted to know more. “What happens during Black Bike Week?”

His wicked laugh tickled my senses. “What doesn’t happen. The rally used to be held in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina at the same time as the Harley Davidson rally, but this year the organizers decided to change it. The last couple of years the local newspapers and TV stations painted the black bikers as underclass criminals who come to the rally to steal and murder. The white bikers were called examples of American Individualism whose behavior was celebrated as defiant acts against authority."

“Typical.” I shook my head at the trite judgment. “So where do you go after you leave the rally?”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you live on the road and travel from place to place?” My stomach did a little somersault again when he grinned.

“Somebody’s been watching too much television.”

“That’s not true?”

“No. Most motorcycle clubs are basically social groups. Riders get together mostly on weekends to share their love for bikes. There are even a few RUBs in our club, but we all have jobs, businesses and families to take care of the rest of the time.”

The heat of embarrassment crept up the back of my neck into my cheeks. “It’s just that I—

“That’s a common misconception. I’m not offended.”

“What’s a rub?”

“It stands for Rich Urban Biker.”

“Oh, wow.”

The way he spoke intrigued me. “What kind of work do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Do you ever watch HGTV?”

I knew he wasn’t going to tell me he was a television star. “Yes, all the time. Why?”

“Have you seen any of the house flipping shows?”

“Uh huh. Flip or Flop was one of my favorites, until Tarek and Christina split up.”

“That’s what I do-buy houses, restore them and flip them for a profit. I own the business, but I do a lot of the actual work myself.”

Well, that explained his incredible shoulders and arms. Reese Turner was becoming more interesting by the minute.


Coming late Spring 2017 to Kindle, Nook and Createspace