Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Breaking new ground

I'm Losing You released two weeks ago, and sales have been fantastic. Thank you to everyone who bought a copy and also to those who bought the first book in the series. You are awesome!

I took a week off to get myself together and prepare to start the promotion parade, but now I'm back to writing and have jumped into I Want You Back, Book Five in the Stafford Brothers series. The first chapter had been written for inclusion at the end of Book Four, but I knew very little about Nick Stafford, the baby of the family other than the fact that he'd just graduated from medical school and had recently broken up with his girlfriend of two years, Cherilyn Vernon. I don't have a cover yet, but this picture represents the premise of the story.

Whenever I begin writing a new story, one of my favorite parts is uncovering the personalities, goals and motivations of the characters. As the title and this photo hint, Nick is on a campaign to win Cherilyn back after a seven-month breakup. Her hasty engagement to another man, who is an already successful neurosurgeon, complicates Nick's efforts at the beginning, but he refuses to give up.

As I write, I am finding out just who Nick and Cherilyn are. Being the youngest of the six brothers, he is used to having what he wants. He hasn't faced much opposition in his life, and he is thrown off balance when it becomes apparent that Cher isn't going to make his quest easy. 

Cherilyn, the only girl in a family of four siblings, has her own successful career. She makes a good living as a voice coach at an Atlanta HBCU and gives private lessons on the side, but she's battles with self-esteem issues because of her size. Unlike her fiance', Nick never seemed to notice or care that her dress size isn't in the single digits. In fact, he always expressed his appreciation for her physical assets. 


I'm only in Chapter Two, and I'm excited about starting a new story. I'll keep you posted on how it's going.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

New Release Spotlight!

The awesome Deatri King-Bey is here today to share her new release, SOULMATE. Read on to find out what kind of enticing premise she's come up with this time!

The heart of the Precious Jewels Security Agency, Pearl Nicolas’s life has become one undercover assignment after the next. Happy, yet jealous, that her sisters are finding their soulmates, Pearl reluctantly accepts there is no soulmate out there for her… Or is there?

Tariq Suárez Anzar’s life changed when he became a single father of a teen. When a possible drug ring is suspected on his daughter’s prep school campus, the Precious Jewels are called in to find out exactly what is going on. But Tariq discovers so much more—Pearl. From the first moment they met, everything within him screamed, “She is your soulmate!”

Timing would be perfect for Tariq to go after his soulmate except one tiny thing—his daughter is Pearl’s only lead in the case. Patient as much as he is determined, he will not let this once in a lifetime chance slip by to have the family he wants.

Amber had never been more right in her life! Pearl continued staring at the headshot of Tariq Suárez Aznar in the Newton Academy’s staff gallery on the school’s website via her iPad. Teachers were not supposed to look like this. Had Professor Suárez been her math instructor, she wouldn’t have learned a thing from dreaming about him all day.

Sincere hazel eyes to gaze into, strong facial features to admire, lips plump enough for kissing, short wavy hair to run her fingers over—if his body were half as nice, she’d never solve the case from drooling over the man.

Resisting the urge to conduct a background check on him, she turned off her tablet and put it away. He’d hired them and deserved his privacy. This was business. Plus a man like him had to be married. Then again, what would she do with a boring teacher anyway? Good looks be damned, she needed a man who could keep up with her. One whose lifestyle matched hers enough that they wanted to share their lives together. She wanted someone who didn’t exist—her soulmate.

Disheartened, she walked from the bench in the main office over to the bulletin board. Pep rally, fundraiser, Halloween party, volleyball game schedule, football game schedule, math club meetings, science club meeting… nothing out of the ordinary.

“Excuse me, Ms. Nicholas?”

That soft, sexy voice had to belong to the new star of her fantasies. Much calmer than she felt, she turned and smiled politely. “Yes. Oh, Mr. Suárez.” Following Spanish tradition, she said his middle name, which was his father’s family name.

Appreciation burned in his bright eyes as he took her in from head to toe. She knew when a man was attracted to her, and Mr. Suárez definitely was.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2015


Vic and Mona’s story is finally here on Kindle - Nook - & Kobo -

Coming soon to Nook, Kobo and in paperback CreateSpace

Friday, September 4, 2015

Starting the promo parade!

I love making photo promos. They are my chance to be a tiny bit artistically creative. Here are some of the promos I created for I'M LOSING YOU. They will appear larger when posted on my social networks, but you can click on them here to enlarge.

Hopefully, it will be released in the next two weeks. Once it goes live on Kindle, Nook and the other retailers, I'll add the buy links at the bottom. If I post these regularly around the Internet, maybe it will drum up some interest in the book before release...

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Sample Sunday

For Sample Sunday, here's another unedited excerpt from I'm Losing You, which is with my editor as we speak. 

While Vic was at the hospital, Mona went to pick up Trey and Julian to save her mother-in-law from making the trip.
“I just made a fresh pot of coffee. The boys are downstairs watching a movie. Sit and have a cup with me.”Vic’s mother always made it impossible to simply run in, say thank you and run out.
“Oh, Mama, I promised the boys we’d have lunch then do something special today, since they’re going back to school next week.”
“I just fixed them breakfast not too long ago. Sit and talk to me for a few minutes.” She set two of her pretty china cups and saucers on the table.
Mona reluctantly pulled out a chair and busied herself with adding cream and sweetener to her cup.
“How are things with you and Vic?” Her mother-in-law asked once she joined her at the table.
“The same,” she said without looking up from her cup. “He’s too busy for me and the boys.”
“Have you tried talking to him about how you feel?”
“Too many times. He thinks I’m ungrateful and being overly-dramatic. All he gives me is the have you forgotten I’m the first black and the youngest chief of surgery the hospital has ever had? speech. I’m not asking him to step down, but I’m tired of hearing it.”
“I’m worried about you two. Victor and I went through a couple of similar stages, once while he was doing his residency and again when he started in private practice. Thankfully, we worked it out. Have you considered talking to someone about what’s going on?”
“You mean someone like a shrink?” Mona asked in a tight voice.
“Not necessarily a shrink, but a person who’s trained to listen.”
Ramona gaped at the older woman whom she loved deeply. “I’m not the one who needs counseling, Mama! He just brushes me off like what I think and feel are unimportant. I have nothing against counseling, but I refuse to go alone.”
Mrs. Stafford placed a hand atop hers. “Honey, being married is hard. Being married to a doctor is hard. Being married to a black doctor with a prominent position is even harder. You need to talk to someone.” She patted Mona’s hand. “I have a thought. What about calling Rhani? I know she’s no longer practicing, but she was trained for this. And since she’s in New York, none of your friends or associates know her.”
It sounded like a good idea, but she refused to budge on her stance. “I’m not going to counseling without Vic. If he wants to stay married to me, he needs to put forth some effort. I think he just doesn’t care.” She finished her coffee, rose and went to the door leading downstairs to the theatre. “Trey, Julian, are you ready to go? Make sure you turn everything off before you come up.”
“Do you want me to talk to him?” her mother-in-law asked with a downcast expression that tugged at Ramona’s heart.
“No. Vic knows what he needs to do. He just won’t do it.”
The boys raced up the stairs into the kitchen, and the eight-year old hugged her around the waist. “Hi, Mom. You look nice.” He offered her the sweet smile she missed seeing from her older son. Soon to be thirteen, he now thought he was too cool to express his feelings for his mother.
“Thank you.” She glanced down at her Black Girls Rock tee-shirt, skinny jeans and sandals. This was about as dressed down as she ever got, but she assumed he meant she looked stylish. “Do you guys have all your stuff together?”
“Yup,” Trey answered.
Looking at them, she felt a twinge of an emotion she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Her sons were both so handsome. Trey, whose name was actually Victor Stafford, III, was the image of his father. He had the same square jaw, heavy wild eyebrows framing deep-set hazel eyes and a sprinkling of freckles across his nose. He even insisted on keeping his hair cut close like Vic’s.
Julian was a combination of Vic and her. A mass of brown curls he’d had since he was an infant still framed his always smiling face. Of the two, he was the mama’s boy, and she thanked God he wasn’t yet ashamed to love on her in front of others. It was the only love she received these days.
“Thank Grandma for letting you stay last night, and take your bags out to the car.”
Once Trey and Julian were outside, Mona said, “Don’t worry about us. We’ll be okay.”
“I hope so. Give some thought to what I said about Rhani.”

Ramona bent down to kiss her. “I will. Love you, Mama. Thanks for keeping them.”
COMING SOON to Kindle, Nook and Kobo!

Wednesday, August 26, 2015


This is what I felt like when I'M LOSING YOU went to the editor yesterday...

He Turned It (JSU / Tye Mashup) from Aaronjiii on Vimeo.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Sample Sunday

For Sample Sunday, here's another unedited excerpt from my upcoming release, I'M LOSING YOU. It goes to my editor on Tuesday!


Vic rested a hand on Trey’s shoulder when he came into the room with his head down and his shoulders slumped. “What’s up, man? Mom said you want to talk about something.”

“Yeah, I guess,” he answered without looking his father in the eye.

“Well, whatever it is, you don’t have to feel uncomfortable about it.” Vic sat on the black leather sofa and patted the cushion beside him. “Sit down. Let’s talk.”

His first born flopped down next to him and poked his lips out before he finally spoke. “We’re going back to school next week. Last year there was this girl…and she…” He exhaled a frustrated sound.

“Do you like her?”

Trey nodded with a hint of a smile. 

“Does she like you?”

“She said she thought I was nice, and she was always looking at me in class.”

Vic nodded. “She likes you. So, what’s the problem?”

The way Trey rubbed his palms up and down his thighs told Vic just how nervous he was. “It’s okay, man. Just talk.”

“She’s white, Dad.”

Vic smiled, knowing he needed to incorporate the real world talk into the respect/safe sex conversation. “You know what, buddy? I don’t think there would be a problem with her. What’s her name, by the way?”


“Megan might really like you, but you need to know how her parents feel about her being friends with a black boy.”

“How would I find that out?” he asked, finally looking at his father for the first time since he entered the room.

“Just ask her. If she says something like she has no idea or they don’t have to find out, then you know there’s a problem.”

“Mom said Uncle Marc and Uncle Greg dated white girls, and Grandma and Granddad didn’t have a problem with it.”

“They were older than you at the time, and I wouldn’t exactly say Grandma and Granddad didn’t have a problem with it. Granddad was worried about other people retaliating against them because they were with girls who weren’t black.”

“But that was a long time ago.”

Vic knew exactly what his son was thinking “It wasn’t that long ago, and times haven’t changed that much. People can still be hateful when it comes to race. It doesn’t matter how light-skinned you are or how much money you have, you are and always will be a black man.”

Trey chuckled.

“I’m serious, Trey. Having a black president uncovered just how a lot of white people really feel about us, and we have to be careful in public situations. You’re too young to go out on dates or anything, but you need to find out how Megan’s parents feel.” Vic figured it was best to set the ground rules now.

“I know, but our friends go to the mall or the arcade.”

“Mom and I don’t have a problem with that, but there are some things you should know before we allow you to do that.”

“What kind of things?”

“Things like the right way to treat a young lady. That means showing respect for her and never putting your hands on her or yelling at her.” Vic’s own words plucked his conscience. Here he was giving his son advice that he himself needed to heed, but things had deteriorated between Mona and him to the point where all they seemed to do was yell at each other. 

“You mean I can’t even hold her hand?”

Momentarily confused, Vic frowned until it dawned on him. “No, I mean don’t push her around or hit her, even if you’re just playing.”

Trey looked horrified. “I’d never do anything like that, Dad!”

“I hope not. It also means you never do things to a girl that she doesn’t like. Don’t touch her inappropriately, and if she doesn’t want to kiss you, don’t try to make her. You can go to jail for that.”

Vic wanted to laugh at Trey’s embarrassed expression. He concluded that the safe sex talk wasn’t even necessary at that point, but he needed to get a feel for exactly where his son was emotionally. “When you were around her, did you want to touch her?”

The way Trey hung his head and a blush crept up the back of his neck, Vic knew he should delve a little deeper. “Have you?”

“Nope. I…I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, it depends on the circumstancesyou knowwhether you’re alone or with a bunch of people. Just don’t rush it. You’re only twelve, man.”

“I’m going to be thirteen in a few months.”

“I know, but it’s too young to be thinking about this stuff. Take my word for it. You’ll be dealing with women for the rest of your life. Do you want to ask me anything?” 

“No.” Trey’s gaze dropped to the floor.

He slapped his son on the back. “Whenever you need to talk, just let me know, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, Dad.”

Vic grinned as he watched his son leave the room looking as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Trey didn’t have a clue how simple his life was at the moment. He had no job, no debt, no board of directors to answer to, and no wife to pacify.