Monday, February 25, 2013


Today I want to share some excerpts from the fantastic reviews that Ain't Too Proud To Beg has received on Amazon. You can go to the link and read them yourself, if you wish.

“This story transports us and takes us to a place where miracles happen because of love. Simple, straightforward caring and understanding show the hero (and ourselves) that all is never lost, that we can always find a way out of our darkest hour through the bravery and simplicity of basic true love. Bravo, Chicki Brown. You have done it again!”

“This was an awesome book… The book flowed and kept you wondering each page what will happen next.”

I really enjoyed Vaughn's and Trenyce's build up to their relationship. They didn't just jump right in. Really enjoyable read.”

This is such an inspiring and entertaining and realistic novel… I also liked reading a romance involving an injured guy…Vaughn's problems are uniquely written about by Chicki Brown.”

“Ain't To Proud To Beg would make a good book club pick. I promise there is no way to run out of stimulating conversation.”

“I think I've read every book by Ms. Brown and I was not disappointed with this one. The love story is so well written that you can feel the love jump off the pages. Treat yourself and take a little time to enjoy this wonderful story.”



Friday, February 22, 2013

Fun Friday!

No better way to start the weekend than with a good laugh, well if you're female, that is...


She's sitting at the table with her gourmet coffee.
Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box.
Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week.
Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl.

And her husband is on the back of the milk carton.


"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase

As she fumbled for her wallet , I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse

"So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.

"No," she replied, "but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally."



While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor,

"It is essential that husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes."

He addressed the man,

"Can you name your wife's favorite flower?"

Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, "It's Pillsbury, isn't it?


A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day...

30,000 to a man's 15,000.

The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men...

The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"



A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning.

The wife said, "You should do it because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee.

The husband said, "You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can’t just wait for my coffee."

Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee."

Husband replies, "I can't believe that. Show me."

So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says..."HEBREWS"

God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.


Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Writer Wednesday - Sneak Peek

I haven't been posting here much, because I am busy working on my summer release, A Woman's Worth, the first in the Stafford Brothers series. Just thought I'd share an unedited excerpt with you.

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Chapter One

Marc Stafford powered down his iPad, flipped up the tray table and latched his seatbelt in obedience to the illuminated sign at the front of the cabin. The passenger seated next to him gave him a curt greeting then reclined his seat and shut his eyes. Appreciating the silence, Marc did the same. He needed the three and a half hours to get his head right before he landed in Atlanta.

The last time he’d been home was for his oldest brother Vic’s wedding nearly four years ago. Now his presence had been requested again at another event in Vic’s honor. Tomorrow the entire Stafford family, including his five brothers and an endless array of friends, assorted relatives and members of his parents’ social circle, would gather to celebrate Vic’s promotion to Chief of Staff of the largest medical center in the southeast. His older brother’s success was something to be celebrated, but the idea of being back among black Atlanta society made his skin crawl. Most of them were probably decent people, but he couldn’t stomach the pretense. It made him want to gag.

The pilot’s welcome speech interrupted Marc’s thoughts. The fact that it was clear and a sunny eighty-five degrees meant nothing to him. The temperature in his parent’s house when he arrived was way more important. His mother always welcomed him with open arms. The arctic breeze would come from his father, a man with lofty expectations that Marc had never been able to meet.

Marc stretched his long legs out as far as the space between the first–class seats would allow and took the rubber band from his ponytail. He rested his head back on the seat, and the moment his eyelids closed, an image of his father’s disapproving look appeared; a look he hadn’t seen in person in years but knew all too well. Even though he was now known as Las Vegas’ celebrity trainer, and the business he’d built from scratch was exploding, Dr. Victor Stafford, Sr. wouldn’t be impressed. He considered Marc’s choice to be a personal trainer and raw foods proponent a ridiculous waste of his son’s life. Too often Marc had heard snide remarks about his making a career of “selling sticks and twigs to tree huggers.” The elder man made no bones about calling Charles, the brother who’d made his entrance into this world a whole three minutes before Marc, the sensible twin.

 And he wonders why I never want to come home.

The seatbelt light went out, and the flight attendants came down the aisle with a cart full of refreshments. He passed on the cookies and pretzels, which he never ate, settled for a bottle of spring water, and powered up his iPad once again. After Marc put in his earbuds, he selected the Relaxation Channel on, closed his eyes and thought about seeing his brothers again, even Vic. After all, it wasn’t Vic’s fault that he held the coveted position of their father’s favorite son among the six boys. But Marc understood that Vic hadn’t chosen his path merely to please their father. He actually loved being a doctor, and he’d become a highly skilled, well-recognized surgeon in his field. Marc thought Vic’s life with his beautiful wife and two kids couldn’t get much better, but now he’d snagged his dream job, and this weekend the entire family was gathering to acknowledge that success.

You can read a second excerpt here:

Copyright 2013 by Chicki Brown

All Rights Reserved

Friday, February 15, 2013

Fun Friday

No Fun Friday post today, because I'm sharing the who, what, when, where and why on AIN’T 2 PROUD 2 BEG today with Holley Trent. Please stop by and say hello!


Tuesday, February 12, 2013


I'm traveling again! Today I am the Author to Watch on Tricia Drammeh's blog. She asked me some interesting questions...

Monday, February 11, 2013

Feeling boxed in?

Today I'm visiting Book Boost and talking about dreams, goals, and stepping outside of your comfort zone.

Please stop by and say hi!

Sunday, February 10, 2013



Completely enamored by Mac’s attention, Jan lived from one date to the next. After a frantic week, she could hardly wait to see him on Sunday. She reveled in his attention, which did wonders at erasing the soul-destroying years of Robert’s disregard. In addition to the fact that Mac treated her as if she were the only woman on the planet, the envying looks she received from other women always sent her confidence soaring. They never failed to give her a wicked sense of satisfaction. Mac loved that she had her own business and made her own money, even though he always insisted on paying for everything when we went out together.

Unlike Robert, her independence didn’t threaten him. If Mac had an ulterior motive in choosing her, Jan couldn’t imagine what it was, since she wasn’t a wealthy divorcee or a cougar on the prowl. Still Valerie’s qualms about her new relationship constantly echoed in her head. Was she being foolish?

Their low-key evening consisted of devouring the party leftovers and watching Dwayne Johnson’s latest action flick. When it ended, Jan put on some music, and they moved to the kitchen where she prepared the coffeemaker and took two of her special mugs from the cabinet.

“Those are unusual coffee cups.” Mac took the modern design ceramic mug from her hand and gave it a 360-degree turn so he could examine it from all sides. “Where’d you find them?”

“On a gourmet foods web site. Different aren’t they?”

“I have a weakness for classy, unusual things. I guess that’s why I’m so attracted to you.” His gaze locked with hers, and she felt as if she’d stuck her finger into an electrical outlet. “You’re an incredible woman, Jan.”

“You’re pretty incredible yourself.”

“So, what am I going to do with you?” He ran a finger from her earlobe down her neck to the lacy trim of her bra peeking out above the edge of the tank top she wore.

Jan’s breath quickened. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

Mac lifted her chin with one finger. “All I could think about since Friday was being with you tonight.” He kissed a trail down her neck and nipped her collarbone with his teeth.

Jan grabbed the table edge to steady her desire-weakened legs. Never in her life had she experienced such a head spinning sensation, and she shivered at the power of her own driving need.

“I want to make love to you, Jan.” Mac’s breath was warm and moist against her face. “I want to know what it’s like to touch you, taste you and to be inside you.”

Engulfed by overpowering need, without a word she took his hand and pulled him down the hall to her bedroom.


Mac’s slow, intentional foreplay confirmed how much he wanted to please her. The ecstasy she had been denied for so long welled up inside, and she willingly surrendered to his masterful seduction. Passionate yet controlled, Mac took his time and brought her to an awesome, shuddering conclusion. A dam deep inside her burst, and the river it restrained overflowed its banks carrying her along on a dizzying rhythmic wave. Only after she exploded with screams of delight did he allow himself to climax. They lay in each other’s arms until he was ready again and replayed the whole delicious scene. Jan fell asleep recalling how her desire had gradually disappeared from years of utterly predictable sex with Robert. Their bedroom interludes had been–quick, silent and devoid of fervor. Now she was afraid Mac might just have awakened a fire inside her that couldn’t be quenched.
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Friday, February 8, 2013

Has Nemo found you?

If you're preparing for Nemo, I have five suggestions for you:

1)  Get your supplies (food, water, batteries, candles, matches) before the worst arrives;

2)  Put essentials where you can find them in the dark, if necessary;

3)  Make sure your e-reader/laptop/tablet all have a full charge;

4)  Order my latest releases on Kindle, Nook or Kobo and find out:

     What could make a Hollywood playboy change his ways?
     AIN’T 2 PROUD 2 BEG: Kindle - Kobo - & Nook -  $2.99
     Why do Jan Davis’s daughters have a problem w/ her new man?

     YOU MAKE ME FEEL BRAND NEW: Kindle -  Nook - Kobo - $1.99

5) Cuddle up in your favorite chair and ride out storm with a Chicki Brown novel!

Fun Friday!


Have a fabulous weekend, everyone!

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Writer Wednesday - Author Spotlight

Author Danielle Bienvenu is sitting in the author spotlight today.

Danielle is a professional author (Against All Odds: The Ruby Princess, and poetry (Le Beau Coeur- The Beautiful Heart). She wrote her debut novel, Against All Odds: The Ruby Princess, at fourteen years old and published it at seventeen.

She enjoys playing guitar to her own beat, dancing in grocery store aisles and singing whenever the urge strikes. Danielle often travels with pen in hand.

Danielle currently resides in Texas where she teaches dance & exercise. She lives with her two dogs: Annabelle and Toby. She is also a member of Faith Writers, an online forum for Christian writers. She is best known for her mystery and psychological thrillers, romance novels, poetic symbolism, and works against social injustices.
Here's an excerpt from Sarah's Secret, Danielle's latest release:

Elijah stilled himself. Once he had been eighteen years old. He was just a kid full of ideas and dreams, dreams of a peaceful world. Ideas of protecting home and making everyone he ever cared about proud. And they would have been proud if they were still alive. Elijah swallowed hard as the memory of home penetrated his senses. They were bittersweet memories of his father playing catch with him. His mother was gone, killed by a drunk driver when she and his father were bringing Elijah’s birthday cake home. Somehow his father managed to survive. Elijah was seven years old. Guilt engulfed him just for a moment and just like boot camp, Elijah pushed himself through the pain and focused on his dad. He’d been bound to a wheelchair as a result of the accident. There wasn’t happiness and smiles that day, no mother to share the birthday cake with. There was just emptiness. It didn’t matter how many years passed since the day he lost his mother. Elijah could still see the ache in his father’s eyes. He’d never forget the look of desperation, not as long as he lived. It was something Elijah grew accustomed to seeing in Afghanistan. Soldiers fighting for freedom, fighting to protect the country they honored and the family they loved while being racked with desperation to return to them. It was a desperation to survive. Everyone in the desert had something to live for. The terrorists had their dreams for murdering innocent lives in the name of their god. They were determined to bring down the “infidel.” Elijah’s buddies had their dreams to get the job done and return home to their wives and kids. But Elijah had no one to go home to. And so he fought.
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Danielle can be contacted at any of the following sites:

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Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Me, write a series?

I knew it would be a lot of work planning a six-book series, but I wasn’t prepared for exactly how much work it would turn out to be. The idea of doing my first series came to me when I ran across photos of two men who are unrelated, but were physically so similar they could be brothers.

This is my idea of Charles and Marc Stafford. If you follow my posts, you know that I have a weakness for the hybrids. Back in June I wrote about it. Hey, everybody has a “type,” and those brothers have always been mine. Readers can picture them anyway they want to...

Anyway…the thought of writing a family series really appealed to me, but I didn’t have a clue about where to start. I had twelve pages of notes on my thoughts, but I wasn’t sure how to organize them, so the first thing I did was go to my best friend, Google and search for articles on how to plan a fiction series. Next, I contacted my former critique partners that have written series and asked for their suggestions.

The fabulous Zee Monodee ( was a tremendous help when she told me to start with a Excel timeline for the family members that would include their ages at the start of the first book, birth dates, spouses, wedding dates, children’s ages/birth dates, etc.

In addition to this information, I added the status of their relationship with their parents, their life point of view and their relationship with the other brothers. While I worked on this chart, the ideas began to come seemingly out of nowhere. After the awful time I had writing Ain't Too Proud to Beg by the seat of my pants, I realized plotting truly is my process. My creativity thrives when given some structure, and I'm a ball letting this story flow now that I have the skeleton.
I already knew which brother I wanted to feature in Book One, and what his occupation would be. So far I’m at

Readers are going to love Marc and Gianne's story...



Sunday, February 3, 2013


Today I'm sharing another excerpt from my new novelette, You Make Me Feel Brand New.

Here's a short blurb:

One year ago, personal chef Jan Davis signed her divorce papers after a miserable twenty-five-year marriage. She is single again, and romantic attention is as foreign to her as ancient Carthaginian cuisine. When she meets her new client, sports management agent Mac Sinclair, who is eleven years younger, Jan’s life takes a complete turnaround. She’s thrilled, but everyone in her life isn’t as pleased.

Mac returned from his conversation with Ron and found seats in a corner where they talked until Bobbi and Val arrived and found Jan among the guests.

“I’m glad you came. You’d better get a plate now if you’re hungry before everything disappears. Make sure you try the chicken. I put my best hand on that. We’ll save your seats.”

When she said “we,” Val give Mac a visual once-over and whispered something to her sister before they headed to the buffet table. Jan figured it was time to warn him about her youngest. “Before they get back, I wanted you to know that Valerie still hasn’t gotten over my divorcing her father. So if she doesn’t want to be your best friend, don’t be surprised. It’s not personal.”

“Yeah. I caught that look she just gave me. Don’t worry, I’m not touchy.”

The girls came back with full plates. “Well, Mom, are you going to introduce us?” Bobbi asked, being her typical good-natured self.

“Sure. I just wanted to make sure you got some food first.” She turned to Mac. “These are my daughters, Valerie and Roberta. This is Mac Sinclair.”

Bobbi reached out, offering a friendly handshake. Val simply mumbled, “Hi.”

Mac stared at Bobbi for a moment. “Wow, you look just like your mother. I thought I was seeing double for a minute.”

“I wish,” Bobbi said cheerfully.

Val grunted and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “Oh, please.”

“Val, did you see Kwame when you came in?” Jan asked, referring to Kathy’s son and quickly changing the subject. “He said he wanted to talk to you when you got here. It might have something to do with school. He’s trying to get into Georgia State for the winter semester.”

“No I didn’t see him yet. He’s coming to State?”

“That’s one of the schools he’s interested in,” Mac answered. “He’s also considering Morehouse and Emory.”

“How would you know?” Val asked in a rude tone.

Mac graciously overlooked her disposition. “Ron Scott and I talked with him earlier this week. We’re trying to help him get an internship.”

“Oh, so ours isn’t the only family you’re meddling with?” She gave him a surly stare.

Mortified, Jan sprang from her seat and grabbed Val by the arm, dragged her toward the foyer then backed her into an unoccupied corner. “Valerie, I’m so ashamed of you!” Jan hissed through clenched teeth, her head throbbing with anger. “I did not raise you to be disrespectful. You’re going back in there right now and apologize to him.”

“When you made your big announcement, you conveniently left out the fact that he’s young enough to be your son,” Val snapped in defiance. “How old is he?”

“That’s an exaggeration, and you know it,” Jan lambasted her, trying to keep her voice down. “I don’t have to justify myself to you. I am your mother, not one of your girlfriends.”

Bobbi came up behind them. “That was real ugly, Val.”

“So it’s all right with you that Mommy’s running around with some –”

“Some what–good-looking, sexy, young man? Yes, as a matter of fact, it is all right with me. Why can’t you just be happy for her and stop acting like a brat?”

“Come on, Bobbi. Be real. What could he want with her?”

A wave of shock slapped Jan, and hot tears welled in her eyes.

Bobbi took a napkin from the table and put it into her mother’s hand. “She didn’t mean that, Mom. She’s just being ignorant.”

“Valerie, get in there and apologize – now!” Jan dabbed at her eyes.

“Oh, all right,” Valerie sputtered. “Why didn’t you at least warn us about his age?”

Jan’s fists clenched were so tightly her fingernails dug into her palms. “Because it was none of your business. Now move!” She and Bobbi followed Val’s reluctant walk back across the family room.

“Mr. Sinclair,” Val began, avoiding direct eye contact once she reached him. “I’m sorry for the way I acted before. It wasn’t right.”

Mac motioned for her to sit. “Valerie, I can’t say I know how you feel, because I don’t. I’m sure you love your father, and I’m not trying to meddle with your family. But I do care for your mother very much. Even though you probably don’t see her this way, you have to understand that she’s an attractive, appealing woman. And to be honest with you, we were drawn to each other from the very first night we met. Granted, I may not be exactly what you expected, but if you give me a chance, I can grow on you.” He grinned.

“Did she tell you how old she is?”

“I never asked, but I knew she had college-aged kids. It wasn’t hard to do the math. Your mom isn’t as old as you seem to think she is. Lighten up on her, okay?”

Val managed a slight smile. “I’ll try.”
Satisfied with her apology, Jan left to check the buffet table.