Tuesday, September 27, 2016

New Release Spotlight

Please join author Paulette Harper as she tours the blogosphere with Write Now Literary Book Tours and her new release Secret Places Revealed, on September 27, 2016.

In celebration of Paulette’s upcoming release, Secret Places Revealed, she’s giving away one (1) autograph copy of Secret Places Revealed.

This contest is open for US only through October, 7, 2016

Publication Date: September 16, 2016
Paperback: 342 pages
Genre: Inspirational Romance
ISBN-10: 0989969150
ISBN-13: 978-0989969154
About The Book

A broken man, a woman on the run, a love that won’t be denied.

Single—and very content—real estate developer Aaron Blackman is determined not to become involved in another relationship. He’s experienced enough drama to last a lifetime. The only thing garnering his attention now is his growing business. And he plans to keep it that way. Then Simone Herron waltzes into his life, beautiful and confident. Fighting to keep his promise to himself—to remain single—he soon discovers that when it comes to love, some promises must be broken.

After losing her fiancé in an untimely death, Simone Herron relocates. She desperately needs to put the past behind her and start a new chapter in her life. While love is the farthest thing from her mind, she experiences an attraction to the handsome Aaron Blackman that frightens her. She's built a wall around her heart, but can she find the strength and courage she needs to welcome love again? To do so, she must conquer her fears and allow God to put all of her broken pieces back together.

About The Author
In addition to being an award winning author of Completely Whole, Paulette is an inspirational speaker, as well as a writing workshop instructor. She has a passion to coach aspiring authors and speaks into the lives of women from every walk of life. Her literary works have been spotlighted in a growing number of publications, including CBN, Real Life Real Faith Magazine, and Black Pearls Magazine. She has also appeared on numerous local and online radio shows.

Paulette resides in Northern California.

Buy Link
Amazon e-book: http://a.co/7hcScoE
Amazon paperback: https://amzn.com/0989969150
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2cod8in

Social Links
Amazon author page: http://amzn.com/e/B004FEJKCQ

Friday, September 16, 2016

Thursday, September 15, 2016

New Release Spotlight!

Today the spotlight is shining on author Sheryl Lister. She has a brand new Kimani romance that I hope you will buy. Here are all of the details.  Sorry about the spacing. This was an HTML document, and I didn't know how to fix it...

Please join author Sheryl Lister as she tours the blogosphere with Write Now Literary Book Tours and her new release Places In My Heart, Pre Order Blitz and Contest on September 15, 2016.
In celebration of Sheryl’s upcoming release, Places In My Heart, she’s giving away (5) five prizes: (4) four mini-swag packs and (1) one Grand Prize of a Reader Lovers Basket, including a Kindle Fire and $25 Amazon gift card. 
Pre-order your copy: Amazon: http://amzn.to/1OSFA3h
Once you've ordered, enter the contest here: http://sheryllister.com/contest
This contest is open to US only through September 30, 2016. 
Publication Date:  Oct 1, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
ISBN-10: 0373864701
ISBN-13: 978-0373864706
About The Book
Omar Drummond is a pro football superstar with a body that’s a pure work of art. But Morgan Gray is forbidden to act on their chemistry, or repeat their impulsive kiss. Proving her worth as a sports agent means securing the notorious celebrity as a client, not a lover. Yet between flowers, sweet notes and heady hotel interludes, Omar is shamelessly seducing her...
Other agents—and exes—have tried using Omar as a meal ticket, and he’s closed himself off from emotional entanglements. With Morgan, it’s a whole new playbook. Smart and tough, she can negotiate a contract and turn him on all in one go, and he craves more. But in matters of trust, he’s just fumbled badly. To win her he has to show her the man he can be away from the field and the limelight, and hope that this time they’re both playing for keeps.
About The Author
Sheryl Lister has enjoyed reading and writing for as long as she can remember. She writes contemporary and inspirational romance and romantic suspense. She been nominated for an Emma Award and RT Reviewer’s Choice Award and named BRAB’s 2015 Best New Author. When she’s not reading, writing or playing chauffeur, Sheryl can be found on a date with her husband or in the kitchen creating appetizers and bite-sized desserts. Sheryl resides in California and is a wife, mother of three daughters and a son-in-love, and grandmother to two very special little boys.
Omar knew he had taken a risk showing up at Morgan’s office, but he was desperate. It had taken a lot to persuade Malcolm to share his sister’s information, especially since Omar had declined to say what had happened between them. He toyed with calling first, but changed his mind because he didn’t want to chance her refusing to see him. The woman seated outside Morgan’s office, whom he assumed was the assistant, greeted him with a wide smile and an exaggerated sway of her hips as she led him to the office. Omar ignored the not-so-subtle brush of her breasts against his arm when she turned to leave. In his peripheral vision, he noticed the slight rise in Morgan’s eyebrow and knew she’d seen it, too. He waited until the woman closed the door before turning to face Morgan.
Morgan folded her arms. “What are you doing here?”
“Hello to you, too,” he said.
An embarrassed expression crossed her face. “Sorry. Have a seat.”
Omar took the chair opposite her desk. “I apologize for stopping by without calling, but I figured you wouldn’t see me otherwise.”
“You were probably right. How do you know I won’t call security to throw you out now?”
“I don’t, but I’m counting on your love of football to work in my favor.” They engaged in a stare-down for several seconds until she looked away first.
“How did you know where I worked?”
“Malcolm.” She frowned and he added, “If it’s any consolation, he adamantly refused to divulge your home address.”
“Well, maybe I won’t kill him, after all.”
He chuckled.
“Since you went through all this trouble, I guess I can spare you five minutes.”
Omar knew the mention of football would rouse her curiosity. “I’d like to talk to you about a business proposition.”
“What does that have to do with football?”
“My contract is up for renewal in six weeks and—”
“Don’t you have an agent? If memory serves me correctly, you have one of the best agents around.”
“Things aren’t always as they seem.”
She sat up straight. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying it’s time for a change, and I’d like you to negotiate my upcoming contract. You’re an attorney and, according to your brother, you know football like you’ve played it all your life.”
Her eyes lit up and her mouth fell open. “Are you serious? Wait a minute.” She sat back again and angled her head. “What about your current agent? Did he dump you or something?”
Omar sighed. “No.” There was more to it, but he would only tell her if she agreed to represent him.
Morgan narrowed her eyes. “There are dozens of sports agents out there, and I’m certain any one of them would be happy to take you on, especially with your numbers from last year. Yet you’re in my office.”
He smiled. “You checked my stats? So, you’re admitting I’ve got game?”
A rush of color darkened her face. “Why me?” she asked, ignoring his questions.
“You want to be an agent, and I need one.” He leaned forward and whispered, “And I know you passed the sport’s agent certification test. It’s a win-win situation for both of us.”
“On second thought, I am going to kill Malcolm,” she muttered.
“I need your help, Morgan. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“I have to think about this.” She turned slightly in her chair and stared out the window, and then back at him. “You realize I already have a job. And I’m working on a case.”
Omar nodded. “I understand, and I have no problems working around your schedule.”
“Even on weekends or late evenings.”
“I see.” She went back to staring out the window.
He could almost hear the wheels turning in her head. She bit down on her lip, drawing his attention and reminding him how much he enjoyed kissing her.
Finally she angled her head his direction. “I’ll agree on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“You keep your hands and lips to yourself. No more kisses.”
Omar groaned inwardly. There was no way he could go without kissing her. In fact, it had been the first thing on his mind from the moment he saw her today. “Morgan—”
“No. More. Kisses,” she repeated.
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Sunday, September 4, 2016

Sample Sunday

I'm much closer to The End of Inner City Blues, the final book in the Stafford Brothers series, than I was the last time I posted an excerpt here. Right now it looks like the book will have a November release date, and I'll put up one more excerpt on the first Sunday in October.

This unedited clip opens Chapter Two where the family is together for Christmas and Mama Stafford takes the daughter-in-law out for the day.


Jesse watched his brothers in amazement. The moment the limo pulled off with the ladies, something peculiar kicked in. None of them would’ve admitted it, but the men actually looked forward to this assignment. They all cared for their own kids at home, but this was different. All six of the brothers and their father along with all nine of their children only happened once a year. The amazing thing was how competitive each of them became. They were all educated professional men, but today it became of utmost importance to prove they knew how to be Mr. Mom.

Of course, his father walked around as though he were the ultimate authority on child rearing sent from On High to oversee them. After he’d offered his unsolicited opinion on everything from what to feed the kids for lunch to how to get Jax to stop crying, Jesse called his brothers into a huddle. “We need to shut him up. What can we do to keep him occupied for the next couple of hours?”

“Let him make the sandwiches for lunch,” Vic suggested.

Charles groaned. “That’ll only take fifteen minutes tops.”

“I have an idea,” Marc said with a sly grin. “I need some lunch. I could send him on a food run. That should get him out of here for at least ninety-minutes.”

“And while he’s gone, we have to think of something else.” Nick finished putting the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher and cleared his throat when he saw their father coming into the family room.

Marc jumped right into their plan. “Daddy, can you do me a huge favor?”

The older man nodded his gray head. “What do you need, son?”

“You guys have leftovers from yesterday’s dinner to eat for lunch, but I don’t have anything. Could you make a restaurant run for me? I want something from Tassili’s Raw Reality over on Abernathy. I know it’s a little out of the way, but I’ve been there before, and they have what I want.”

“If you ate normal food like the rest of the world, that wouldn’t be necessary,” their father grumbled with a touch of laughter behind his word. “All right, call it in and give me the address so I can plug it into the GPS.”

Marc sent his brothers a furtive smile. “Thanks, Daddy. I’ll call them now.”

Jesse added onto the plot by saying, “It looks like Cyd didn’t send enough diapers for Aniyah, and I’m afraid I might run out. She can only wear a certain brand because her skin is extremely sensitive and the other brands give her contact dermatitis. If that happens, Cyd’ll kill me.

The old man gazed toward the ceiling as though he felt they were taking advantage of him and then stuck his upraised palm out for some cash. “Fine.”

Twenty minutes later, he left and the six remaining men broke into a fit of laughter. “If he hadn’t left, I might’ve tried to kill him,” Jesse said.

“You’d think nobody in this world ever changed a diaper before he showed them how,” Nick fussed as he carried Jax over to the play yard filled with toys and placed him inside with Jelani and Lili.

Charles chuckled. “The worst part is he isn’t even a pediatrician.”

“He thinks because he had six sons, he knows everything there is to know,” Greg agreed. 

“But when you hear Mama tell it, he left all of that up to her when we were little.”

“You know how it was back in the day, childcare was considered woman’s work,” Vic chimed in.”

“Hmph! I’d hate to see what would happen if I told Cher that.”

“They’d probably the last words you uttered before your lights went out, man!” A howl came in reply to Greg’s words.

The brothers spent the time while their father did the restaurant pick-up and diaper run refilling their coffee mugs and playing with the children.

Jesse put Aniyah in the swing Mama had bought in from the garage. He pushed the button hoping she’d also remembered to put new batteries in it. When the seat started to move, and she giggled, he settled back into the sofa pillows and watched Marc as he brushed ChiChi’s hair. “It’ll really be good to have you back in the A, man.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Marc awkwardly twisted her thick, curly hair into two ponytails and fastened them with an elastic tie with little plastic animal faces on them. When he finished, they were lopsided but neat. “My years in Vegas served their purpose. I proved to myself that I could build a business, and it gave Daddy and me time to work out our stuff.”

“Thanks for having my back about the arrest.” Jesse sent his brother a lingering, heartfelt glance.

“Hey, not too long ago I was his target, so you know I understand. Seems like you really enjoy volunteering at the clinic.”

“I do, man. My work at the practice is fulfilling but in a different way. Saving lives is always rewarding, but I feel like my patients at the clinic need me in a different way. What I do there is actually more like family practice, and it’s for people who might not get the care they need anywhere else. I don’t even think about the money.”

Charles leaned over the plastic barricade keeping the babies confined and ended a tug of war between the two girls by taking away the doll they were fighting over. “Pro bono work is the most gratifying, in my opinion. I’m proud of the work I do at the children’s hospital, but what I did in Nigeria will stay with me forever. I honestly can’t wait until Adanna and I go back for our next tour.”

“When will that be?” Vic asked, then said, “Wait a minute, I hear some arguing downstairs.” 

He jogged over to the open door leading to the theater. “Hey! What’s all that noise about?” his booming voice asked.

Jesse couldn’t hear the kids’ response, but Vic ended it quickly by telling the quarreling children, “If I have to come down there, nobody’s going to see anything. Settle it. Now!” A sudden silence drifted up the stairs. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“We’re going again in April for three weeks,” Charles said when Vic returned to the sofa. 

“Mama said she’d keep Lani for us.”

“Sweet. You know Mona didn’t support my doing pro bono work, but she came to me a while back and said, ‘I never understood how you and your brothers could work all those hours for free. Now I get it.’ It seems that one of the women who runs the business incubator that helped her get the company off the ground told her about a charity that provides clothing for women getting their first job after being homeless or in a shelter for domestic abuse. She started giving pieces from her collection to them. They asked her to come to a luncheon where she met a few of the recipients and heard their personal stories. She even took a carload of her clothes and shoes to them. I’m proud of the way she’s grown since she’s been in business for herself.”

“No kidding. That’s major.” Jesse paused for a moment. “Mama and Daddy taught us well. That’s why I can’t wrap my head around why he wants me to separate myself from what’s going on in the Hollowell area.”

“It’s because you’re personally involved. He’d be happy if you were just sending a check.”

“This is a different situation, though. Money isn’t going to bring that kid back. Only visible, vocal protests will keep the media focused on the case. Black men have to be seen and heard speaking out against what’s happening with the police in our neighborhoods.”

“Just be careful, man.” Marc slapped him on the back. "Bullets don’t discriminate.”

Coming to Kindle, Nook and paperback November 2016

Saturday, August 20, 2016

New Release Spotlight!

Today I am proud to share with you a new release from inspirational author Kristen Marquardt entitled Releasing Jesus from the Weeds. More about this interesting title in a minute. First, I'd like to tell you a little about Kristen.

Kristen has been serving the church and God both volunteer and professionally for over 30 years, starting as a Sunday School teacher, CE Director, and Licensed Pastor. She holds a dual B..A. from Connecticut College in English Literature and Environmental Science and an M.S. In Theology and the Arts from Andover Newton Theological Seminary. She lives in Connecticut in a multigenerational home with her husband and many pets. She enjoys her family, writing, gardening and so much more...

About the book:

From the pew to the pulpit to prayer, Kristen Marquardt’s writing has been serving God’s People in Connecticut for over thirty years. Her unique style in prose, poetry, and short story reminds us of our shared humanity and how our faith and faith struggles are no different than those of both biblical characters and the people we see everyday in our daily walk. With rare insight, Marquardt looks deeply into faith and strips away the boundaries that we all assume exist, reminding us that our hope is not ours alone, we all share a common path as God’s children.

"Kristen is a gifted writer, a writer that stirs the soul and causes us to think more openly the existence of God in ordinary life. I call Kristen a wisdom writer." ~ Rev. Dr. Sharon Ledbetter

You can find out more at any of her online homes:

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Thursday, August 11, 2016

Heading home...

We had a wonderful stay in Panama City Beach this week. I didn't get as much writing done as I'd hoped, but it was still productive.

We stayed overnight in Eufaula, Alabama and had two hours to waste before we could check into the hotel, so we decided to tour the town and do research for my next series. First I went to the Old Fairview Cemetery. I want to use this as a spot where my heroine goes when she wants to be alone or read.

Next we drove around the old downtown where I want my heroine's quaint bookstore to be. 

Lastly, we went to the Shorter Mansion where Sweet Home Alabama was filmed. It's an incredible house built in 1870 which is now owned by the Eufaula Heritage Association, serves as a museum and a rental facility for weddings, etc.

The tour guide was an avid reader and had her Kindle with her, because she reads in between giving tours of the house. She said they will sell books featuring Eufaula at the mansion, so of course I'm thinking about that!

When we arrived in Panama City Beach, Florida, it looked like this... 

But within 24 hours, it deteriorated...

Strong thunderstorms kept waking me up one night, but every time I woke up and remembered where I was, I just smiled and went back to sleep. The rain arrived on Monday, so I went to Office Depot and printed out a hard copy of the chapter I finished. Personally, I think I jinxed the city by hoping it would keep on raining, so I wouldn't want to go out and do anything. It's been raining ever since. It was great writing weather, though because I was working with this view...

The rain turned into a monsoon, and they posted flash flooding and possible evacuation warning in outlying areas. I didn't matter to me, but I felt sorry for the folks who just checked in with their little kids. I can't imagine being cooped up in a condo with 3-4 children.

We went to Pier Park, the huge outdoor mall and did some souvenir shopping. Mostly we ate, and ate, and ate. One of the best breakfasts was at Another Broken Egg.

We're headed home this afternoon, and I'm trying not to get emotional over having to leave the ocean. Oh well, back to reality...

Friday, August 5, 2016

Working Day and Night

I know, I know. I've been a bad, bad blogger, but I have a really good excuse. For the past two weeks, I was dealing with family business which took me away from the computer for a couple of days. Also, I was focused on trying to get the house in order and prepare for vacation.

The other day when I mentioned I was going to the beach for a week, my favorite manager in Atlanta Bread Company asked me, "You're not taking your laptop, are you?"

"Of course I am," I responded. "The main reason I'm going is to be able to write by the ocean!" Thus, the reason for the video below:

I love writing! And writing during my vacation is the best of both worlds. This is a picture I took last year from our hotel balcony.

 And this is what I expect this year...


At least I'm not this bad...
I'll be posting daily on my progress on Inner City Blues. On the way down, we're stopping in Eufaula, Alabama so I can do some research on the town where my next series will be set. That should be fun. The story collage below isn't finished yet. I need to find pics for the other charaters, and I want to fill in the blank spaces with pictures I take while we're there.

I'm just not crazy about the idea of our house sitters bringing their dog. Most of you know I'm not an animal person. The idea of having to vacuum up dog hair when we get back gives me the creeps. Talk to you during the week!