‘Women: Withstanding All’ is AVAILABLE NOW!

12821341_1536520193308506_1308045738074794702_n (1)So, it’s RELEASE DAY for ‘Women: Withstanding All’ the anthology developed for Women’s History Month that features 14 women writers of disparate genres, including me. Get your copy, and then please leave a review. But if you need persuading, read the excerpt below from my writer-friend Lily Java!


Excerpt from: ‘Lucky Penny’ by Lily Java
(Mother)

Letter No. 1
July 14, 1996

Dearest Penny,

I was sitting on the grass in Central Park, watching your daddy and your Uncle Marcus play the stupidest game of Frisbee I’ve ever seen. It involved one-handed play since the other hand had a Bud in it. They were both pretty drunk off the six pack they’d brought into the park and hidden under the carriage of your stroller, even though neither of them had drunk more than two beers a piece. Yeah they’re lightweights, and we’re lucky the cops didn’t spot them; but they were having fun so I didn’t mind. Your daddy works so hard; I like to see him let loose when he can.

12828418_1765381300350623_150603436990195949_oYou were there, lying on the blanket Grandma crocheted for you. I worried that the yarn she’d used was too scratchy, but you never seem to mind and always fall asleep on it like it’s the most comfortable thing in the world. Not this time though. This time you were wide awake. Your beautiful, expressive brown eyes were opened to their fullest and staring at me with such intensity, it startled me. It was like you could see right through the back of my head. It surprised me so, I said, “Oh!” Both my hands came up to my mouth to hold back all the other errant exclamations that wanted to come out of me.

Either your dad or your uncle must have seen the gesture because the next thing I know, they both came running. Your father knelt in front of me and said, “Honey, what’s wrong? And I blurted out the one thing that probably would succeed in doing nothing to ease his mind. Yes, your altogether ludicrous mother said, “We can’t die!” And then, your dad’s eyebrows shifted to a different height on his head very near his hairline. I’m going to digress here and say that’s the same exact look he gave me when I told him I was pregnant, but that’s a totally different story.

I could feel them, your dad and his brother exchanging looks, but I kept staring at you. See, it was in that moment approximately ten weeks after you were born that it hit me like a sledgehammer on the foot. You were so utterly beautiful lying there; truly the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. It was the look on your face, I think; so innocent, such trust, such helplessness, and so much love all mixed together and confined in the face of an angel; and it was up to me and your father to protect you, cherish you, and love you. That meant we had to take care of ourselves until you weren’t helpless anymore. No, it wasn’t a sledgehammer, it was something larger—an anvil around my neck.

Your dad reached over to you then. “Lucky,” he said, easily getting your undivided attention in a way he often did with me too. “You really need to stop scaring Mommy.” And the spell you had me under was broken. Whatever you had communicated to me in that moment wasn’t gone, it was just released into the atmosphere and leaving me with only two thoughts: One, I need to join a gym, and two, I need to start writing you letters.

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Women: Withstanding All Anthology –Meet Ni’Kay Rountree

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On March 15, for Women’s History Month, an anthology ‘Women: Withstanding All’ will be released. It features shorts from 14 women authors (including yours truly) whose work spans the spectrum from urban fiction, to romance, to women’s fiction; and also spans the different stages of women’s lives, from childhood to maturity. The unifying theme is that it features women, persevering. Today, and for the next several days, I’ll be introducing you to some of the contributing authors, many of whom are new to me as well.

And remember, the anthology is still at the pre-order price of $1.99 on Amazon.

12842555_1538539866439872_650049572_oToday, meet Ni’Kay Rountree, who pens racy urban fiction. Her contribution to the anthology is a teen’s story and is called ‘The Beauty Inside’. Here’s a tiny peek …

Dear Diary,

I hate to hear Mom and Dad argue. They can’t ever get along. Sometimes, I wish Mom and Dad would just leave each other. I mean, at least I would get some sleep at night. I am tired of the hospital visits, the waits in the waiting room, and the lies that they make me tell the doctor. As much as I love dad, I hate him at the same time. I hate what he has done to my mom. I hate what he has done to me. I hate what he has done to the family. My fifteenth birthday is in two days and I wish I lived on another planet. It’s starting to get harder and harder to drown out the sounds of glass breaking, chairs being thrown, and the screaming.

I thank God for you, Diary. I am so happy that I have you.

To read more, get your copy of the anthology, and check back here every day for the next few days for more sneak peeks.

Happy Reading!

N.

 

SAMPLE SUNDAY: ‘In the Nothing’ — COMING JULY 1st!

In the Nothing cover final2“So how good a friend is Skylar?”

Trinity and Parker were on the subway, headed to a place in Midtown where they were going to meet up with two of Parker’s girlfriends. The train, like the bridge leading her and Ethan into the city, was fascinatingly grimy, loud and pretty uncomfortable. In comparison, the trains in the DC Metro system were opulent. Boarding the actual train when they made it down to the platform had itself been an adventure. By habit, Trinity stood aside to let people off and was shocked that no one else—Parker included—seemed to be preoccupied with such pleasantries. Instead, they shouldered their way past the exiting passengers, jockeying for position without regard for whomever they might displace.

Now, standing on the jostling train, wearing borrowed shoes and clothing, Trinity was still so distracted by her surroundings that it took her a moment to process Parker’s question. Parker, who was trying not to look at her as she asked, probably because the question was loaded and they both knew it.

“She’s a friend.” Trinity shrugged, wondering if her answer was true.

Skylar sometimes showered her with attention and affection, inviting her places, hugging and kissing her, toying with her hair and telling her she was “super-pretty”. She had given Trinity a few of her cast-off outfits, expensive pieces from Banana Republic and Lacoste, and even shoes from L.L. Bean and Bass, which she declared “way too preppy” for her current “style aesthetic.” Trinity didn’t even know what her own “style aesthetic” was, but she knew that it would be stupid to pass up perfectly good, barely worn clothes that she never would have been able to afford.

But the gifts and the attention alternated with periods of coldness, or even outright cruelty, when Skylar would make fun of the way she pronounced a particular word, or random things, like … her never having had raw oysters. There had been days when Trinity had awoken to find that Skylar had turned inexplicably hostile overnight, speaking to her only when absolutely necessary and in monosyllables; or sometimes not at all. Shooting daggers across the room with her eyes, Skylar’s lips would curl in unspoken contempt and Trinity’s heart would sink.

And then the next day or the day after that, the sunshine of Skylar’s friendship would shine on her once again, and Trinity’s mood would soar because despite herself, she craved Skylar’s favor, just like everyone else.

“I only ask because …” Parker took a breath. “Oh, what the hell. I ask because Skylar, is a fucking nightmare. I met her only a couple times, but she’s just … ugh.”

“She’s not so bad,” Trinity said. Again not knowing for sure that what she said was true.

“I don’t know. You live with her. But one thing I do know? Guys like Ethan always seem to get ensnared by someone like that. I rescued Mitchell from his own little Skylar.”

At that, Trinity turned, holding on to the pole a little tighter.

“She was his girlfriend for like, three years or something when we met. And even though I knew I was pretty much intruding on an existing … situation, I made it my mission to take him away from her.”

Before they’d left the apartment, Parker had opened a bottle of wine and had two glasses of her own, so she may have been saying more than she normally might have done. But Trinity wasn’t inclined to stop her. Occasionally brushing a wisp of her wavy auburn hair from her face, Parker’s green eyes had a heavy-lidded tipsy look about them.

“So yeah, I broke them up or whatever,” she continued. “But it wasn’t easy, let me tell you. Mitchell—like Ethan, I’m guessing—is one of those rare guys who like to ‘do the right thing’. And the agonizing he did …” Parker groaned and rolled her eyes. “I was like, ‘Jesus dude, just dump her and get on with it! She makes you fucking miserable and who cares how many years you’ve been together, just do it already!’ And finally he did. And hasn’t looked back.”

Parker shot her a beatific smile, then reached out and squeezed Trinity’s arm as though in final punctuation of her monologue.

“I don’t know why you’re telling me all this,” Trinity said.

Parker smiled again. “Because of the way you look at him.”

“The way I look at him? I don’t think I …”

“Oh, girlfriend, it’s all over your face. But I’m not trying to embarrass you or anything. It’s just that I have a good instinct about people, Trinity. I know I don’t know you at all, but something tells me you’re a good egg.”

Trinity laughed. “A good egg who shouldn’t hesitate to step to her roommate’s boyfriend?”

Parker gave her a coy look, and a shrug of one shoulder. “No. I would never say anything like that. That would be reprehensible, wouldn’t it?” She winked. “But what I am saying is, don’t let your morals prevent you from saving Ethan from someone who probably has none.”

 

Blog Stop: Chicki Brown, author of ‘Till You Come Back to Me’

Till You Come Back to Me coverI became acquainted with Chicki Brown’s work when I read her novella, ‘You Make Me Feel Brand New and it was refreshing because it wasn’t about the perfectly-proportioned twentysomething woman meeting the perfectly-proportioned thirtysomething man and being swept off her feet. It was about a woman of a certain age meeting that thirtysomething man and sweeping him off his feet. How could you not love that?

And then I read A Woman’s Worth and knew that from then on, I would read everything of hers. I haven’t made it through them all just yet, but I am hooked by the Stafford Family, so I’m riding that out before I get to her backlist. So it’s my pleasure and honor to host her today, and get a sneak peek of her new release, ‘Till You Come Back To Me.

From ‘Till You Come Back to Me’:

When she arrived at the hospital, immediately she sensed a change in the atmosphere. Dr. Ijalana and Dr. Pategi were huddled together in front of the laptop and barely noticed her entrance.

“Good morning, Doctors.”

“Adanna, come and look at this!” Dr. Pategi said with more excitement in his voice than she’d ever heard. Rarely did the doctors consult with her on patient diagnoses. Her involvement focused on treatment, so she approached them expecting to see photographs of a particular medical procedure. Instead, text filled the screen. She leaned in to get a better look. The document was an e-mail from Doctors Without Borders. Their prayers and requests were finally being answered. The organization was sending a team of doctors to work at their small facility.

“This is incredible!” Adanna exclaimed knowing what this meant for their patients, many of who had been waiting for years for surgeries they could not afford. “When will they get here?”

“It says in the last paragraph that the doctors should be here the first week in May. They will evaluate all patients and decide which surgeries will be performed and when. We will assist them in the operating room. Before the team arrives, we need to review the patient waiting list and try to get them in for a final evaluation.”

“I can start doing that right now, Doctor.”

“I had the feeling you’d be excited about this. You are an excellent nurse, Adanna. We could not function without you.” He smiled, and the smooth ebony skin around his eyes crinkled. Dr. Pategi was one of the kindest people she had ever met, and Adanna considered it a privilege to work with him. As a husband and father of four, he sacrificed much of his personal time seeing to the needs of the sick, most of who couldn’t afford to pay the normal fees. He worked tirelessly to obtain funds from social and religious organizations to provide the care their patients needed.

“Thank you. Did they include background information on the surgeons who will be coming?”

He scrolled down the page and clicked on a link. The attachment opened. “Yes, there is a photo and a CV for each, if you would like to find out more about our visitors. Take your time. Everything is quiet right now.” Dr. Pategi stood, made the seat available to her, and left the room.

Adanna replaced him in front of the screen and casually browsed through the physician information. She stopped suddenly when a photo jumped out at her. The man she’d seen in her dream! The antithesis of African standards of male attractiveness, which generally included a wide nose, thick lips, and dark skin, this man had a fair complexion, a beard, and — she leaned into the screen to get a closer look at his professional photo — green eyes. Yet, she couldn’t rip her gaze from his image. There weren’t many men in her country who looked like him. A twinge of guilt stabbed her over admiring his intriguing face, and it wasn’t because of his fair complexion.

The issue of skin color had become an issue in Africa. Recently, a South African musician faced severe criticism over her decision to lighten her naturally dark skin, and subsequently a good number of people in her country had followed suit. The sale of skin lightening products was also a lucrative business in Nigeria, and the debate continued on the ethics of it all. Adanna heard it more often than not from her brother. Even though he had spent his teen years in England, Emeka was fiercely devoted to their tribal culture. He believed that the practice of bleaching one’s skin was tantamount to denying your heritage. This isn’t the same thing, she told herself while she stood mesmerized by the doctor’s high cheekbones and intense eyes. This man would be considered extremely handsome no matter what color skin he had.

She scolded herself for her mental wandering and scrolled down to read the résumé of Dr. Charles Stafford, which was impressive for such a young man. He had gone to medical school, done his residency at a major US hospital and eventually opened his own plastic surgery practice. Now he was giving up private practice to lend his gifts to the people of her nation.

And, in a couple of months, this fascinating man was arriving at her hospital.

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“The Trouble With Love: Meet the Characters”

Trouble with LoveHi!  I’m Christina Jones, the author of “The Trouble With Love”.

This book is a story of love lost, then gained, through a series of not-so-pleasant events.

As I write, I like to have a visual in my head of each character.  Today, I want to let you guys into my head and show them to you, along with a little info on each character, and a short snippet from each one. The images are only for visual inspiration!

2610b142074f11e2a7ed22000a1e9bdc_7Cameron – The reserved sister.  She knows how to have fun, but she’d mostly rather spend her time quietly, with friends or family.  Cameron is the creator and owner of Sugar & Spice magazine, a sexy, modern publication for women of color.

Kyle laughed as he took off his shoes, then climbed into the bed beside her, taking care to leave her plenty of space.  “So what do you want to talk about?”

“I want to talk about the shard of glass that seems to have embedded itself in my butt cheek. Can you see if you can get it?”

“Any excuse to show your ass, huh?”  Kyle lifted a small corner of her robe to look at the place she indicated.  “Yeah, you’re bleeding a little. I’ll get you fixed up.”

A few minutes later, Cameron was glass-free, and Kyle was gently placing a bandage over the spot.  “You want me to kiss it, make it feel better?”

“Kissing my ass isn’t necessary… but you can kiss me.”


dutchess-1Jai – The relaxed sister…until provoked.  Jai is laid back, but not afraid to speak her mind, even when it may be better to not. She is fiercely protective of the people she loves.  Jai is owner and head chef at Honeybee, a trendy restaurant that serves what she likes to call ‘casual’ gourmet.

This wasn’t a good idea.  This is a bad, bad, bad, idea.

            Jai stared at herself in the mirror again, wondering how she had allowed Rashad to talk her into wearing lingerie for this photo shoot for Sugar & Spice.  Well, it hadn’t only been him.  Cameron thought it was a ‘fun’ idea as well, so Jai was preparing herself go back out into the now-empty kitchen in nothing but the lacy white boy shorts and bra her sister had chosen.  Oh, and a black chef’s coat.  She was going to be posing on a stainless steel counter in lingerie and a chef’s coat.

This is a bad idea.

A knock on the office door startled her, causing her to stumble on the hot pink stilettos she wore.

Bad idea.


Now for the men, which is the tricky part! I can’t take away the fun of finding out who ends up with who when you read the book, so we’re just gonna go with some very short descriptions here!


download (1)Kyle – Cameron’s fiancé. Financial advisor/investor. All-around good guy… or not. 🙂

He skimmed his fingertips along her thighs, only hesitating to ask her about the time before he turned her onto her back, burying his head between them.  Even this was an expression of care. He’d already slept through his alarm, and had only been taking an extra “five minutes” when Cameron woke him up. He was nearly obsessive about punctuality, yet he was willing to risk being late to satisfy her need.  When it came to her, selflessness seemed to be second nature. Making her happy was as easy to him as breathing, and as Cameron struggled to find her own breath, she hoped that she could give him even a fraction of the peace and sanity that he brought her daily.


tumblr_n096fjxWoH1qlk98wo1_1280Brian – Jai’s best friend of over a decade. Manager and chef at Honeybee.  Good-natured and flirty… maybe a little too flirty.

Brian stepped back to give her a playful bow, before turning back to his prep work.  “You know I’ll cook for you any time Jai.  The question is, when am I gonna get a taste of you?” Jai’s eyes went wide as she looked up at her handsome best friend. Warm brown skin and perfectly groomed black hair that led into a perfectly groomed goatee.  Jai knew from experience that his body was solid and firm.

Damn he’s fine.

Jai turned away, heat rushing to her cheeks as she processed what he said.

“I see you over there blushing, girl. Relax.  I meant a taste of your food.”  He immediately followed that statement with a wink that contradicted it, giving Jai a playful swat on the butt as she exited the kitchen.


jay-ellis Rashad – Jai’s neighbor. Man-whore on the prowl.

Just the person I wanted to see, Rashad thought as he spotted Jai in the lobby of their building.  She looked good, he observed, just like she always did, in riding boots, dark jeans that fit her like a second skin, and a thick white sweater.

“Jai!” he called out, almost hesitantly.  He was enjoying his view from behind her, and wasn’t in a hurry to have it taken away.  She stopped, her locs swinging behind her in a long ponytail as she turned.

“Hey Rashad.” She smiled, a sight that always made Rashad’s heart pump a little faster.  He was used to doing the charming, not the other way around.  The thing was, Jai wasn’t even trying.  After he closed the distance between them, he hugged her, a liberty he took as often as possible since she didn’t seem to mind.  Today, he kept his hands a respectable distance from her backside, giving her a slight squeeze before he released her from his embrace.


images (1) Derek – Physical Therapist. Laid-back, plenty of patience, even when people are being ridiculous.

Derek should have stayed home.  He knew he shouldn’t have agreed to this meeting. He knew it. Yet, there he was, sitting across from Jessica at a table while she cried her eyes out over… whatever the hell Derek had done this time, even though they were no longer together.  He shook his head. Jessica was an expert at turning on the waterworks to get her way, but not this time.

He shot an apologetic smile to the group of women eyeing him from the next table, no doubt wondering exactly how much of a jerk he had been to make such a pretty girl cry so hard.  He could practically see the wheels turning in their heads as they scowled in his direction.  Still, he wasn’t giving in.  No matter what Jessica did, or threatened to do, he would offer no apologies, no comfort, nothing.  Once she realized that tears weren’t working, she would switch tactics, and maybe then she would finally get to the real reason why she had called and asked Derek to have lunch.


download (2) Will – EMT. A pretty no-nonsense guy with a soft spot for one of the sisters.

Will woke up with a jolt.  At first, he thought the loud banging was coming from the TV, which playing the same bass-filled tune over and over as the DVD’s menu screen repeated it’s opening sequence. Grabbing the remote, he switched it off.  He hadn’t been home very long.

After his shift, he had gone home and showered, then ordered way more Chinese food than anyone needed in one night.  He ate, then settled on his couch to watch a movie.  Anything to keep his mind off of Cameron and her faint scent of citrus and vanilla.  And those long, perfect legs.  And those lush, juicy lips that he had almost gotten to taste.  He made a mental note to foul Derek hard next time they were on the basketball court.  It was his damn fault that Jai had been there.  Who knows what would have happened if she hadn’t been there?

Maybe nothing.  Or maybe that night would have set the precedent for him to fall asleep in front of the TV with his hands full of Cameron, instead of a remote.


So there you have it, my MVCs (Most valuable characters) from ‘The Trouble With Love’!

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~The Butterfly Memoirs Tour: ‘Lonely Heart’~

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Decisions from the Past…

 

What I love most about writing Women’s Fiction is the ability to focus on a theme and build on it, exploring the reality of life – the good and the bad. It’s putting my characters through an emotional gambit and allowing readers to empathize and root for them as they fight their way to happiness. But, Women’s Fiction isn’t just about romance. It’s about relationships with friends and family. It’s about a woman’s struggle to succeed in her career. It’s about sacrificing to please those around her, yet fighting for what she really wants. It’s about self-discovery. It’s about love.

The consequences of past decisions can ruin your future. 

This statement is the catalyst for events faced by the heroine in the latest release of The Butterfly Memoirs Series, Lonely Heart.

Kaitlyn Rodgers is at a crossroad. She’s six months pregnant and estranged from the father of her child. An offer for the job of her dreams sits on the table, and her younger sister has moved in with her in hopes of escaping her own troubled past. Resigned to raising her child alone, Kaitlyn befriends her mechanic, Antonio Rodriguez. As their relationship grows, so does love, the one thing she figured would never happen again. But, as life would have it, secrets that were meant to be hidden come to light. And when those consequences threaten to ruin not only her life, but also the lives of the ones she holds dear, decisions must be made. Making the wrong one will ruin everything.

Excerpt:

“Why can’t I get this right?”

I threw down my pencil and tossed the costume sketch aside. The first meeting with the costume department of my new job was one week away. For the past week, I had taken notes from the information provided by the director. I had a week to create a theme for the cast’s wardrobe for the show’s opening sequence. My ideas would in turn be relayed to my team.

From there we would hit the ground running.

I read the script for the pilot and the first three episodes. Each scene was broken down by characters and action in the scene to determine what wardrobe would be needed. That included everything from shoes to nose rings.

Then came scouring the used wardrobe department for items or costumes that could be recycled before shopping for new ones.

I assisted my previous boss with this type of detail so this was nothing new. The only problem was being unfamiliar with the new set, studio, and members on my team.

Add the fact I no longer followed the vision of someone else…

The thought unnerved me.

Now it was my vision, my interpretation of what the show’s writers and producers wanted.

Everyone would be looking at me for direction. Talk about stress.

A high pitched cry came from the corner of my room. My attention immediately went to the crib.

How in the hell could I lead a team of experienced adults, when I couldn’t appease my three month old daughter?

Chloe bawled, her legs kicking and arms flailing. For the past hour, I did everything in my power to help her feel better, but nothing worked. A diaper rash irritated her beyond belief. The cream wasn’t working fast enough. The little relief it provided did nothing for the fact my daughter didn’t want to lay in the crib, she wanted to be in my arms. With my deadline approaching, I didn’t have time to pamper her.

Frustrated beyond belief, I yelled. Her cries mixed with my own.

I hated myself, failed my daughter, and realized I was not the person for the job…either of them.

Every decision made in the last year culminated into one big disaster.

I pulled myself together and walked over to the crib. My red faced baby now cried so much her voice was hoarse. Chloe calmed and turned her head to my breast the instant she was in my arms, wanting to suckle. It wasn’t from hunger because she’d been fed an hour ago. I slipped the pacifier into her mouth. Not wanting it, she spit it back out, her tiny lip trembling as she worked up another cry.

How in the world could I possibly balance being a mom, my new job, and anything else life threw my way?

It was too late to change my past. I could only deal with the repercussions of my decisions.

I refused to end up like my mother. I would not become the emotionally fucked up woman who withdrew from her daughter and gave up on life. Giving up on everything would mean leaving Chloe alone for the rest of her life.

No siblings. No mother. No father.

Luke, the arrogant asshole.

I didn’t inform him of his daughter’s birth until we were discharged from the hospital. With my medical issues up in the air, the last thing I needed was additional stress brought on by whatever his reaction would be. Since then, he’d only visited her twice.

Once he came with flowers. He appeared uncomfortable and didn’t stay long. The next time, he came with a box of diapers and gave me fifty dollars as if she was someone else’s baby.

Money meant nothing. Right now, Luke needed to be her father. Needless to say, the second visit had been as brief as the first.

We hadn’t talked since.

My daughter’s life was screwed up and it was my fault.

Unable to contain my emotions, my tears started mixing in with my baby’s.

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Look for the The Butterfly Memoirs Series and the latest release, Lonely Heart!

Autumn landscapeInstead of planning her wedding, Kaitlyn Rodgers is facing motherhood alone, the pressures of a new job, and caring for her rebellious younger sister. What should have been the happiest time of her life turns into one stressful event after another.

 

After watching his father struggle to raise a family by himself, auto mechanic Antonio Rodriguez refuses to follow his father’s footsteps…even if it means a lifetime of loneliness.

 

When Kaitlyn’s car breaks down, though, Antonio goes beyond auto repairs to take care of her needs. An unexpected friendship begins, allowing them a glimpse of happiness…until the father of Kaitlyn’s child returns, ready to offer her marriage and a future. But at what cost?

 

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About the Author:

MJ KaneM.J. Kane stumbled into writing. An avid reader, this stay at home mom never lost the overactive imagination of an only child. As an adult she made up stories, though never shared them, to keep herself entertained. It wasn’t until surviving a traumatic medical incident in 2006 that she found a reason to let the characters inhabiting her imagination free. Upon the suggestion of her husband, she commandeered his laptop and allowed the characters to take life. It was that, or look over her shoulder for men caring a purple strait jacket. And the rest, as they say, is history.

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COVER REVEAL: ‘Love Redeemed’ the conclusion of the ‘Love’s Improbable Possibility’ series by Love Belvin!

Book 4 CoverLove Redeemed – the conclusion of the of the Love’s Improbable Possibility series:

Life’s complicated…

Life’s not fair

All is fair in love and war…

You ever wonder what events led up to an individual’s inability to trust? Love Lost starts off by peeling back layers of a young girl who experienced the loss of essential, reliable and nurturing love.

Rayna Brimm, hailing from an inner-city in New Jersey, survives a series of betrayal and loss only to forge forward in self-preservation and obtain an education in North Carolina. After receiving her degree, vowing never return home, she finds herself in California where she tries to build a self-contained life. She made a personal declaration to get through life without further dependence on others in order to avoid yet another heartbreak. Only, fate said otherwise.

Enter Azmir Jacobs, a tall, dark, handsome and very wealthy man, who has street credibility and executive power in the corporate world. Azmir has money, power and beautiful women at his beck and call, but only one woman has caught his eye. The resilient Rayna Brimm, a woman whose dysfunctional upbringing contributes towards her tough skin, issues with trust and a deep-seated fear to love, turns out to be more than he bargained for when he discovered her in his boardroom presenting a leasing proposal.

Rayna isn’t the only one with a checkered past. Can Azmir conceal his convoluted life long enough to prove that he can provide Rayna the stable and reliable love that she clearly needs and deserves? Or will his lofty lifestyle and endless resources scare her away?

Find out in this riveting conclusion how Rayna reconciles her inability to trust and willingness to explore love in ways she thought she wasn’t worthy of. See love redeemed for someone who thought it was not in the cards. Also, experience Azmir’s lessons on love, forgiveness, and acceptance as his world is transformed to include a life partner.

Love Redeemed coming in April…

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