What’s New


It doesn’t matter how much we try to force it, not every story is a novel, or even a novella. So once in a while, just to satisfy the urge to see a narrative through, I write shorts. And sometimes I post them on Facebook, or this blog, because even if not a novel, I want you to read it.


So, for those stories–my short stories–I’ve decided to publish them anyway, and make them a series, which I’m calling (because I was feeling literal) ‘The Shorts’. About once a month or so, I’ll publish, on Amazon, short stories that will be about 20 pages or so, for free, or 99 cents. There’s something else about these stories that I want to share. It’s my little experiment, with writing differently, or writing different genres. And I warn you, it may not be everyone’s cup of tea. If these stories read differently than things I’ve written in the past, it’s because I’m trying something new on for size. This one, ‘Still’, the first one, was previously published as part of the anthology ‘Women: Withstanding All Anthology’, now no longer available in print. I’m re-releasing it as a standalone e-short, available on July 16, 2017. Part of this story was available on my Facebook page for free. I wrote it in a single sitting, and the writing of it felt natural, and enjoyable. I hope you enjoy it too.

Happy Reading,


About ‘STILL’:

In her life, there have only been three lovers. But Leslie doesn’t lament the meager number, she only truly mourns the second one. In her youthful arrogance, she turned him away, thinking there would be many more chances. Now, she lives two lives—one in the present, and another plagued by bittersweet memories of the past.

But maybe, even now, it might be possible to reconcile the two.



About the book:

A quiet bookworm, Tangela Holloway has always been content working at her an independent bookstore in the sleepy little town of Eufaula, Alabama. But lately, Tangie discovers that she’s bored and frustrated, especially since the man she’s been dating for two years seems to care more about his business than he does her. When Reese Turner rides into town on his Harley, Tangie’s heart feels like it’s beating for the first time. She not only sees the most exciting man she’s ever met, but also a chance to experience something other than backyard BBQs and fishing at the lake.

After ending a drama-filled relationship with a high-maintenance fashion model, Reese wants nothing more than to make a road trip to Florida with his motorcycle club. Never did he expect a quick stop at a small town bookstore would introduce him to a shy bookworm who makes him re-think his vow to remain single and unattached.

BornToBeWild1563x2350[2]From ‘Born to be Wild’:

“Are they not used to you coming here with a man?”

“Other than the man I’ve been seeing, no.”

Ahh. It only made sense that such a smart and attractive woman would already be booed up. “How long have you been together, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Going on two years.” The way she avoided looking me in the eye put questions in my mind.

“So it’s serious then.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Her lips pressed together in a slight grimace, and then she shook her head. “We’ve been together a while, but there are no plans for the future on the table.”

The hint of annoyance in her voice made it clear there were issues in their relationship. I don’t know why I wanted to smile at the thought, but I kept my pleasure hidden. “I guess it means you two aren’t exclusive.”

“I guess you’re right.” A shadow of a smile crossed her face.

All I’d been expecting from this week was an enjoyable ride, seeing some of my buddies and maybe hooking up with a couple of the available women who showed up at these bike rallies. They made no bones about the fact that they were attracted to bikers, and they didn’t want any more than a few days of fun. At the end of the rally you kissed and said goodbye with no expectations or demands. Since my last serious relationship ended, a non-committal arrangement suited me just fine, so I didn’t comprehend my fascination with her subdued sexiness. I wanted to see her again, and I had good reason to.

“Does that mean you’ll be free to have dinner with me when I come back through to pick up the book?”

Her brown eyes widened for a fraction of a second, and she dabbed her full, bow-shaped lips with a napkin before she answered. “What day are you coming back? We have a nice restaurant here called the River City Grill. It’s a few doors down from my store. The food is excellent and the atmosphere is nice.”

“How’s three o’clock? If I leave Panama City Beach around noon, I should be pulling in around then.”

My groin tightened at the way her gaze took me in from across the table, but then she said, “This is first Sunday, and we have communion, so I’ll be a bit late getting out of church, but I’ll be home by one-forty-five at the latest.”

“Do you go to church every Sunday?”

“Uh huh. You don’t?” Her question didn’t sound judgmental, just curious.

“Haven’t been in a while.” The confession made me uncomfortable, which I didn’t understand.

“How long is a while? Weeks, months or years?”

“Years.” My confession made me feel inadequate. Funny, but it never bothered me before.

“Too bad. It always helps me deal with whatever I have to face during the week. You know, like when you jump a weak battery.”

“Interesting analogy. I guess I’ve gotten used to working on Sundays. I don’t build, demolish, paint, or dig up anything, but I reserve the day for paperwork.”

“Hey, you can’t work all the time. It’s not good for your mental state.”

“You’re probably right. My mind is constantly on the current project, and each one is time sensitive.”

She tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“When I buy a house, it’s important to get the house on the market as soon as possible. I’m losing money with every week that passes. The longer it takes, the more daily interest is mounting up on a property. The longest I hold on to a house is ninety days. If it hasn’t sold by then, I know there’s a problem.”

Tangela clasped her hands under her chin and leaned forward as though she was sincerely interested. “Like what?”

“The listing price could be too high or something has happened in the neighborhood to turn potential buyers off.”

“How long does it usually take you to sell?”

“Two or three weeks.”

“Seriously? Isn’t three weeks unusual?”

“Not when you buy a property in a good neighborhood and renovate it to be one of the best in the area. People are willing to pay for quality.”

“So you don’t actually do the work yourself then?”

“Some of it, but the majority is done by the construction and landscaping companies I subcontract.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you learn to flip houses? I know Tarek and Christina were realtors before they got into the house flipping business.”

She was really interested. “It’s a long, boring answer.”

“Are you in a hurry?”

“Not at all. Okay. I got my degree from Texas A&M in construction management, and initially I went to work for a big commercial construction firm for a couple of years. It didn’t take long for me to realize I didn’t want to be the guy in a dress shirt and tie, walking around the job site with a clipboard. Actual involvement in the project is what I need.”

“You need to get your hands dirty,” she said with a smile.

“Right, and my degree covered planning, cost estimating, scheduling, supervision, building systems, scheduling, cost estimating, construction management, and business/labor relations.”

“So you knew you had what you needed to run your own company.”

The admiration in those pretty brown eyes as I spoke gave me a sense of pride I hadn’t felt in a long time. Many Atlanta women weren’t impressed. To them what I do for a living sounds like nothing but manual labor. Very unromantic. I wasn’t a lawyer or a doctor or a pro baller. I nodded and finished my salad.

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About the author:

Contemporary women’s fiction/romance author Chicki Brown has been featured twice in USAToday. She was the 2014 B.R.A.B. (Building Relationships Around Books) Inspirational Fiction Author and also the 2011 SORMAG (Shades of Romance Magazine) Author of the Year. Chicki was also a contributing author to the Gumbo for the Soul: Men of Honor (Special Cancer Awareness Edition).

A transplanted New Jersey native who lives in Atlanta, Georgia, Brown still misses the Jersey shore, the pizza and the hot dogs.

Nia Forrester, Beverly Jenkins, Iris Bolling, Lisa Kleypas, and J.R. Ward are among her favorite authors.

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coming August 2017

“What was that, a job interview or something?”
Makayla’s eyes narrowed. “What’re you …?”
“You, and Robyn’s brother.”
She smirked, her eyes becoming lazy, and exasperated. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously.”
That’s why you backed me up in here? To ask what I was talking about with Robyn’s brother?”
“This is where I’m supposed to get all jealous and shit and take you home early, right?”
Makayla said nothing, just sighed, her expression impassive.
“Because if that’s what you’re thinking …” he continued.
“I would never think that,” she interrupted. “I mean, you’re Jamal Turner. You don’t do jealousy.”
“That’s right,” he said moving closer. Kayla took two corresponding steps back, until she was pressed against the edge of the sink. “I don’t do jealousy.”
She stifled a smile and her head fell back a little so she could maintain eye contact. “Why would you? Because you have everything you want.”
“Everything I want,” he echoed, lowering his head and kissing her at the shell of her ear. “Is already mine, dammit. So, I don’t have to be jealous.”
“That’s right.” She sounded a little breathless. “You don’t.”
When they played little games like this, Jamal was never sure how much was true and how much was part of the dance they liked to do, teasing each other, driving each other crazy. She still drove him crazy that was for sure. And that feeling didn’t get better with time, it got worse. It was one thing to want a woman because she was cute, or sexy or even beautiful. But once you had her, and went deeper, and truly knew her and her value; and once she knew you … the very idea of having that threatened by an interloper could drive a man to a whole other level of madness. It was a place Jamal had never visited in past relationships, and in this one he didn’t enjoy getting occasional glimpses of it.
Inhaling her skin, he allowed just the tip of his tongue to score across its surface, smiling when he felt Kayla’s shiver. Grabbing her chin, he kissed her hard, messing up that dark lipstick she was wearing and had probably just reapplied.
Feeling himself grow harder, he pressed against her, so she could feel it too. Letting his hand fall from her face to her shoulder and then to her waist, he lifted the hem of her blouse—a wispy yellow thing—knowing that there was nothing underneath. Her nipples were already hard when his fingertips brushed lightly across them. Immediately, he wanted them in his mouth, on his tongue. With his free hand, he reached for the knot at her neck, unfastening it so the halter fell, exposing her to the waist.
Makayla stepped back in surprise and gathered the fabric in her hands, beginning to lift it to cover herself once again.
“Are you out of your mind?” she asked, laughter in her voice. “We’re in Chris Scaife’s bathroom.”
“When you gon’ stop calling him ‘Chris Scaife’, like he’s someone you never met before?” Jamal murmured, lowering his head further, trying to capture the tip of a breast between his lips.
“He’s larger than life, so it’s just weird that …”
“I don’t want to talk about Chris right now,” Jamal said, cutting her off.
He sucked in a nipple and felt Makayla lift onto the tips of her toes at the sensation. She tasted good, and it had been way too long since he’d had any. The longest they had ever gone since they’d lived together was three weeks, and that was when he was across the Atlantic. This time it had been almost two weeks, and when he came back it was to exhaustion, a post-midnight call from that pain-in-the-ass Devin Parks, a trip to a florist, and one of his biggest name artists having a freak-out in an exclusive hotel.
He needed her. It had been too long. If it wasn’t for this little party to celebrate the christening of Brendan and Tracy’s second baby girl, he would be home, buried inside Kayla right now, tasting every part of her. Not just the parts easily exposed in someone else’s powder room on short notice.
“Jamal. Baby …”
Her hands were atop his head. He liked how they felt there. He liked when she called him ‘baby’. And he liked that even though she was about to ask him to stop she didn’t really want him to.
“… stop. We have to …” She was talking between short bursts of breath, and Jamal knew that by now, she was soaking wet for him.
But maybe he ought to check. Just to make sure he hadn’t lost his mojo. He slid a hand down the front of her pants and that was it—she shut him down.
Coming this summer.
Get caught up with ‘The Come Up’


TheUnwantedVisitor (2)


June 2017

About the book:

Ryann Walker knows she’s a difficult woman; difficult enough that it would take a rare, and special breed of man to take her on permanently. Thankfully, she isn’t looking for that. What she does want is a baby. And after a rash decision made during a one-night stand, she just may be having one, with the very successful, good-looking, but completely wrong for her, Spencer Hall.

But once Spencer learns that he may become a father, Ryann just can’t shake him. He isn’t interested in being an absentee parent; and she isn’t interested in having a man hang around who is hell-bent on crawling into her heart, breaking down her defenses and unearthing all her secrets, including the ugliest one of all.

Available now, exclusively on Amazon.


March 2017

About the book:

paid companion frontLia Hill isn’t a model. But she’s pretending to be.

Just for a few days, and just because she stands a earn a ridiculous amount of money. The thing is, her mind-numbingly boring job as a receptionist at a modeling agency while she tries to sell her art isn’t exactly paying the bills in her crappy apartment, and she’s desperate for cash. So when the wealthy and handsome Blake Morgan contacts her agency looking for a girl who’s “not ostentatiously attractive” to accompany him to a family getaway, Lia leaps at the chance, sending her on the adventure of a lifetime with Blake, his sister, Nicolette and Kevin, his somewhat reserved, but super-hot “assistant.”

The Morgan clan is young, beautiful, loaded and tons of unexpected fun. So what’s the worst that could happen?

Available now on Amazon.

Young, Rich and Black - With CommaYOUNG, RICH & BLACK: AN AFTERWARDS NOVELLA

January 2017

About the book:

When Chris “Deuce” Scaife, Jr. and the campus revolutionary, Zora Diallo have an unexpected and powerful encounter just before winter break, no one could have been more surprised than they were. While they’re home for the holiday, what started as a temporary fling continues and strengthens. But will their new bond survive their return to campus?

Back at school, Deuce’s reputation as a wealthy and directionless player, and Zora’s as a young-woman-to-watch mean that their friends, priorities and maybe even their values might be sharply at odds. Can the power of their newfound passion for each other withstand their differences? Zora is looking to change the world, but Deuce is just enjoying being young, rich and Black. And ultimately, maybe the pull of their divergent paths will be stronger than the pull toward each other …

Available now on Amazon.



2 thoughts on “What’s New”

  1. Nia. I’ve never written a comment before. Your books are well written and challenging at some points. I have grown in vocabulary as well. Not finding a misspelled word at all! God bless you and your gift. Advance and do well… to describe you…why people sleep well in the storm….You are the storm 💗 Blessings from Goddess

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