Hours of Pleasure 1

I get numerous messages asking when is the next book? Can you tell us how the characters are doing? Are they going to have any children? And for years I wondered why do readers care so much? In fact, why won’t they just let me write a new book with new characters and a brand new story. But then I started watching series on television such as The Walking Dead, Orange is the New Black ,and Sons of Anarchy, and I gasped, “Oh my God! Now I know.”  I now understand why audiences love series so much.

It’s because the characters become a part of your life. Every week you’re looking forward to the next episode, just like every year readers are looking for the next book just so they can read what their favorite characters are doing with their lives. We fall in love with their personalities, the towns that they live in, and the people they associate with. Their life becomes our lives.

Pleasure_small800So now that I’m watching series, I finally understand why my readers are sorry for the book to end. I can understand the sorrow. No one wants to see your book end or a series to end. I remember finishing Sons of Anarchy. I was crying because it was time to say goodbye and I wasn’t ready. Hell, I probably would have never grown tired. Because it’s like you’re saying goodbye to piece of your own life and it’s just not something easy to do. As a reader I hate for a book to end so I start reading slower as I get closer to the last chapter, trying to make it last as long as possible. As a writer, having a reader sad to say goodbye means I have done my job.

I was getting ready to write a new novella when readers asked for Mackenzie’s story. Mackenzie? Who is Mackenzie? But I remembered introduced her in Time for Pleasure and she appeared again in Claiming What’s Mine. The barmaid at Spanky’s Bar & Grill. A hangout spot that started in the Beaumont series and has continued in all of my Sheraton Beach Briefs. I decided to give her more of a voice and a story and created the second book of The Pleasure Series. I hope it quenches your thirst for more, more, and more.


I’m Claiming What’s Mine 2

With my latest release, I decided to interview myself. I know, I’m a little crazy at times. LOL

What’s this book about?

claiming 3d coverWell…, what are ALL romance novels about? Love and conflict. LOL. Sorry, I just had to say that. But seriously, it’s the love and conflict that readers fall in love with. For Claiming What’s Mine, I decided to only give away part of the conflict in the blurb and save a little intrigue for the book.

Is this another erotic romance? No, I decided to go a little old school this time. For the last two years, my books have been loaded with sex first, and a relationship later. With this book I wanted to take a little more time to develop my characters first.

Why the change?

Do you have any idea how much work it is writing love scenes? Goodness! After writing Seduced into Submission. I needed to breathe [exhale] and decided to slow it down a bit and focus on creating my characters with the hopes of readers embracing them.

In the end, what are your thoughts?

I was thinking… I’m so glad I’m done with this book! LOL. No, really, I was thinking readers are going to be happy to revisit with some of their favorite characters (Beaumonts) and to finally find out Darnell’s story, since I’ve been hinting about it all year.

Why a holiday story?

Why not? I try to release something every Christmas and the good thing is this time it’s a full-length book.

I hope my readers enjoy my latest creation. Be prepared to curl up in an electric blanket and enjoy. Happy Holidays!


Is He Naughty or Nice? 42

Is Darnell Simmons Naughty or Nice?

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CLAIMING WHAT”S MINE

Liberty pushed away from the counter and hurried before someone rang the bell again and disturbed her son who was sleeping. Not bothering to look in the peephole, she yanked open the front door and gasped in surprise when she saw who was standing there.

Darnell Simmons.

claiming_largeShe wasn’t sure why she remembered his name. He’s so sexy, she thought as her heart thundered in her chest. Was he really standing at her doorstep or had her mind conjured him up since she’d thought of him often the last few days?

“Darnell… can I help you?”

“Actually Liberty, you can.” Without waiting for an invitation Darnell stepped inside the house, causing her to gasp. What the…

She called after him. “I didn’t invite you—”

“No, but we need to talk.” Without waiting for a response he strolled into the living room.

Why was Darnell in her house? Liberty hurried to shut the door and stormed into the living room to find him standby near her shelf holding a picture of Chance. Her maternal instincts kicked in.

“What do you want?” she asked tapping her foot impatiently and suddenly was having second thoughts about letting him in her house.

She moved closer to the umbrella on the side of the couch, prepared to grab it and swing if needed. “I asked a question. What do you want?”

“When was this picture taken?” he asked, looking at her while pointing at the photograph.

With purposely strides, she stormed over and practically snatched the photo from him. “That’s none of your business!”

He gave a rude snort. “No. I’m afraid it is my business and would appreciate it if you would quit playing games and answer the question.”

“Excuse me? You’re the one who came barging into my house!” She spat.

“Because I want answers.”

Oh God, he smelled incredible. Seeing him again, threw her for a loop, but now that she had recovered from the shock, she was anxious to send him out her front door. “What answers?” she asked, while stepping backwards. “Does this have something to do with your membership? If there’s a problem we can talk about it at my office tomorrow.”

“This has nothing to do with my membership,” he snarled then gave her a long hard look that caused her to take another step back. “Why are you acting like we haven’t met and you don’t know who I am?”

Liberty shook off the effect of his cologne as her chin came up in a challenge. “Because I don’t.” He stared at her, eyes probing like he thought she was lying. “I’m serious. I have no idea who you are.”

He chuckled and returned the photo to the shelf then had the nerve to shrug out of his dark brown leather jacket as if he’d been invited to stay. “See… this is why I don’t do relationships. Ya’ll women play too many games.”

Her mouth dropped. “Y’all women?”

Nodding, he draped his jacket across the arm of her couch. “Yeah, you heard me.”

“Well this woman doesn’t’ know what gave you the idea you could just come up in here making demands. I said I don’t know who you are, so you either get outta my house or I’m calling the police.”

With that Liberty pivoted on her toes and stormed to the door, only to her dismay, Darnell didn’t follow.

“I’m not going anywhere until we talk,” he called after her, and although his words were soft there was a lethal calmness that caused her body to shiver.

Liberty swore under her breath then walked back into the room to find Darnell seated on a pastel blue love seat. For some odd reason, she wasn’t afraid of him, nor had he given her any reason to think he’d do her bodily harm, nevertheless, the sooner he was gone the better.

She stood in the doorway, her fist knotted  at her sides with shoulders back. “I told you I have no idea who you are. Therefore, I don’t know what it is that you want.”

There was that confident look again.

“Liberty,” he began then shook his head. “We both know I’m here about Chance.”

Her breath stalled. “Chance? Why are you here about my son?”

Darnell dragged a hand across his head. “Listen, Liberty. I know I can be an ass, and some people even call me selfish, but believe me when I tell you, I’m sorry for seducing you and not calling you back.”

“Seducing me? When did you seduce me?”

“Okay, I guess I phrased that wrong. ‘Had sex with you.’” He tossed quotation marks in the air. “Whatever you want to call it, just so you’ll know, it wasn’t you… it’s me.”

Liberty shook her head growing more confused by the second, and moved over and took a seat. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the way I treated you,” he began “I’ll admit a few years ago I did have a bit of a drinking problem and half the time I couldn’t remember who or what I did the night before.” He spoke slow and precise and she caught herself watching his lips. “But I’m not that man anymore. Well… at least the excessive drinking part. What I’m trying to say is I’m’ sorry for misleading you and making you feel used that you couldn’t even come to me and tell me you were carrying my son.”

His words stifled the power for her to speak. Son? She sucked in a shocked voice and said, “What makes you think Chance is your son?”

Darnell cracked out a laugh. “Come on. There are too many similarities. I saw the way he walks and that silly way he smiles when he wants something and then—”

“Wait a minute, you’ve been watching him?”

He was quiet, thinking carefully about his answer. “I hired someone to track you both down.”

“What?” She sprung from the chair. “Why?”

“Liberty, playing games isn’t my style,” he said accusingly. “I take family way to serious for that.” Darnell paused and rested his hands on his knees as he leaned forward. “Just tell me where we met and get on with this. He’s my kid, you and I both know it.”

“My son has a father.”

“Who? Your deceased husband?” he snarled.

She paused unable to respond. Darnell was way too arrogant and hurtful for his own good.

“I’m sorry. That didn’t come out right,” he said and his eyes had softened a bit.

She nodded but didn’t dare speak.

He drew a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly. “Listen Liberty… I don’t know why you won’t tell me where we met. And that’s cool. You don’t have to. All I care about is my son.”

“Son? Don’t be ridiculous. Chance isn’t your son. Before you walked into my gym I had never seen you before in my life.”

Now Darnell looked frustrated before he shook his head in disbelief. “I think you’re lying.”

Another jolt of anger pulsed through her. She had way too much integrity to just sit there and let him call her a liar. Instantly, she sprung from the chair. “I think it’s time you leave and if you don’t I’m calling the police for real this time.”

He rose from the love seat, rushed over, and his arm curled around hers. And the next thing Liberty knew, she’d collided with Darnell’s hot, hard body.

“Tell me the truth, otherwise, I’ll see you in court. Nothing or no one is going to keep me away from my son.”

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I’m Not My Hair 1

I spent years wearing my hair short in a Nina Long kinda way. That was who I was. And then I went to wearing eighteen inch weaves and wigs and you couldn’t tell me I didn’t look good. Hee-Hee!

In early 2005, I started wearing braids because I was all about low maintenance. And one day, I saw a woman with beautiful golden dreadlocks, and I decided I wanted to be like her.

And so the journey began. I started twisting my braid and watched as my hair transformed. In a matter of months, my hair locked and I was on my way to low maintenance living and I loved it.

And then it happened.

The military banned locks. Many black women were outraged even though it had already been written in the regulations. It’s just, black women were just able to find their own interpretation of the policies. “I don’t have dreadlocks.” Or “These are sista locks.” I went to basic training expecting to have my head shaved. Each week I skated by was a victory for me and other black women. Eventually, eight years passed and my locks were long. I jogged with my ponytail bouncing. I LOVED MY HAIR. But when the ban came, I had a decision to make. The future of my military career would be determined by what I decided. So I looked in the mirror and told myself, “I am not my hair.”

meAnd then I combed them out. Starting at the bottom, working my way up to the top, determined to save as much hair as possible. People said it was impossible. That I’d have to cut them but I learned with hard work and patience anything is possible. Two weeks later the locks were gone and I discovered… I WAS STILL BEAUTIFUL. That no matter what I did with my hair, the person on the inside hadn’t changed. In fact, I think my beauty shines even more without the locks because I’ve realized that no matter how I look, it will never change who I am on the inside. Beauty starts from within and this sista is fabulous!


You’ve been served! 8

 

Serve-Book2Okay, so in June I started this new series Seduced into Submission. The whole concept was to write the story as it progresses based on the opinions and feedback from my loyal readers. In all honesty, I wasn’t expecting readers to like Curious, so imagine my surprise when I started getting emails saying, more, more, more! And of course, Book #2 was supposed to release this week, but… see what had happened was….

I wrote it, read it, had it reviewed, and well, I’m gonna keep it real, the story didn’t deliver. Feeling frustrated I decided to put it down and come back to it later. If you liked the first book then I want you to love the second book.

Anyway, I am back to the story, rewriting scenes, and decided to rename it, SERVE. To me, one word titles have so much power! And If you’ve had a chance to get to meet Sir, then you definitely understand. Coming in September (maybe sooner but this time I’m playing it safe).