On one of my beach trips, I was watching the tide come in and thinking about a cute short story about a woman who owns some kind of business on an island and she meets a man she can’t resist… but she has to, because he’s not staying. That was summer of 2015…. it took all this time (and about 4 beach trips!) for this story to come together in my head.
I thought it was time for another snip… enjoy! Happy Friday! Ameenah I heard music blaring from inside the house, so I wasn’t sure if Wade could even hear the doorbell, but I kept trying it. He’d been coming by the shop every few days. I’d try to talk him into something new; he’d still choose the Frozen Sunshine, but promise that he’d try something new soon. I quickly learned that orange was his favorite flavor. Which led to me standing at his front door with a plastic container of orange cranberry muffins, leaning on the doorbell like my life depended on it. I’d almost given up when I heard […]
I get nervous to share new work because… well, because. It’s nerve wracking. I feel like the second I share it, people become aware of it and start asking questions and then I hit a wall and never finish (See Dinner at Sam’s, The Never List, Missing Persons– all have about 8 chapters of blah and I have no desire to return to them at the moment). This blog doesn’t exist to host snippets of unfinished work. So, I am tempted to hold this until I know I am finished with the book.
So if you don’t see this post until end of August, early September, my butt went numb and I chickened out and held it. But if you see it on August 24th, I got over myself and posted it.
At any rate, here’s a little piece of Beach Thing, a contemporary black romance with a cozy beach theme. Pub Date, Septemberish.
In case anyone wanted to read the fanfic story I wrote for the August writing challenge, I have uploaded a pdf copy to my site. You can check it out below. Copyrighted, all rights reserved and things like that. DISCLAIMERS- this story is fanfiction, written in the *NSYNC universe therefore my hero is caucasian. My heroine, Lena is Latina. Know before you go! CLICKY
Good Sunday morning to ya! And a blessed Sample Sunday, when we authors tease and titillate readers with snips of our works in progress. I am pleased to share a sample from Dinner at Sam’s, the followup to Brunch at Ruby’s (yes, FINALLY). I’ve JUST started writing this, so don’t get your hopes up for a pub date soon. But I have started writing it.
For those that don’t remember from Ruby’s, Sam’s Bar & Grille is next door to Lorraine Gladwell Books, the bookstore that Renee owns. Dinner at Sam’s will focus primarily on Vanessa, Maxine’s real estate agent with the husband who was living a double life. Warren Jackson left her and her daughters flat broke and destitute. She needs a divorce lawyer– and fast– but she can’t afford one. She picks up some extra work at her uncle’s restaurant and that is where she meets the man that will change her life.
Let’s get a look at how Vanessa’s life went off the rails. Of course, subject to change (and probably will). Enjoy!
Today I am sharing another snip from my new second chance, loves to enemies… to lovers romance. I hope you’ve picked it up and already enjoyed the story of Preston and Angie who are too stubborn to see that they are still perfect for each other until they’re forced to work together to put on a spectacular event for their closest friends
Aaaaany second now, if it’s not already up, this book will be available in the Kindle store at Amazon! It’s $3.99 for your own personal copy or FREE to borrow if you have a Kindle Unlimited subscription.
In the meantime… or as a teaser… here’s another sneak peek at A Thin Line, a Second Chance, Lovers-to-Enemies-to-Lovers Romance (the really annoyingly long way around).
Today I am sharing a sneak peek at A Thin Line, my second chance, enemies-to-lovers romance. The blurb:
Sometimes people want to be proven wrong. And they’ll do whatever they need to do, pay whatever they need to pay to tell themselves their hunches were incorrect. That it wasn’t lipstick on his collar. That the perfume you smell isn’t a brand you wear. That he seems sexually satisfied, and you know that feeling didn’t come from you.
Today I am going back to the past, to where it began for the two lovebirds, living one house away from each other and navigating budding sexuality as well as a 15 year old can. Our heroine, Angie, has recently discovered her massive crush JC, the kid down the street…. and the crush goes both ways.