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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Who is Cleveland Alexander?

Who is Cleveland Alexander?

He’s a sexy firefighter from Atlanta, Ga.


He doesn’t believe love is in his future and he wasn’t too excited to see his brother get married for a second time to multi-millionaire Jill Atkinson.


Read all about Cleveland in More Than He Can Handle. But before you pick up the book Publishers Weekly calls a “steamy romance,” check out where Cleveland first made his impact in The Business of Love.


Jill Atkinson has a successful business, good friends, and the respect of the Atlanta corporate community--everything except a good man. When a sexy firefighter, Darren Alexander, saves her from a blaze at her condo, Jill decides to lie about her job rather than risk scaring another guy away.
When the truth comes to light, will she lose everything?

Monday, December 15, 2008

James Goings's story, Betting on Love is coming in November!

She’s a gamble he can’t resist…

BETTING ON LOVE

CHERIS HODGES

WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS…

High-stakes action and even hotter men are all Jade Christian wants now that her scheming boyfriend has aced her out of his bed and their successful company. But her Vegas weekend spree has turned into several nights of steamy no-strings sex with easygoing businessman James Goings—and he’s becoming the one bet she can’t resist …

IS JUST THE BEGINNING…

Growing up in the shadow of his famous athlete brother taught James that focusing on his career was far safer than trusting beautiful women. His sizzling encounters with Jade could almost change his mind … if he wasn’t afraid she’d use him for revenge on her ex. But the more he sees of the real, down-to-earth woman behind the seductress, the more James will risk to win her love for a lifetime…


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Publisher's Weekly review of "More Than He Can Handle."



More Than He Can Handle Cheris Hodges. Dafina, $6.99 (352p) ISBN 978-0-7582-3151-2

Hodges (Let's Get It On) delivers a sizzling romance between sharp, demanding New Orleans hotel owner Winfred “Freddie” Barker and arrogant firefighter and confirmed bachelor Cleveland Alexander. After they meet at the wedding of their best friends, their champagne-fueled one-night stand turns into a tumultuous affair. Freddie's certain that Cleveland is commitment-phobic like her father, an unreliable ex-con, while Cleveland seethes at Freddie's explosive temper and scornful attitude. Various subplots, including Cleveland's difficulties at work and Freddie's frequent sparring with her friend Lillian, interrupt the swift pacing, but the sensual love scenes are plentiful and vividly executed, and the believable, three-dimensional characters keep things moving. (Feb.)

Monday, October 13, 2008

It's been a long time


I haven't posted a blog in a while.
It's not that I don't have something to say, I've just been writing and worrying. Living in a banking town, Charlotte, you can't ignore the crumbling economy.
It makes me just want to get in my car and drive away.
But I have been doing positive things. I have a new book coming this winter, titled
More Than He Can Handle.
I'm really excited about this book and I hope you will love it too.
In stores now is Let's Get It On.
I wrote a prequel to "Let's Get It On," and I will post it this week. Stay tuned and stay blessed.

Cheris

Monday, March 31, 2008

Let's Get It On Preview


She's So Not Having This Problem…

"I go on vacation in the Bahamas to celebrate my promotion and who do
I see? Maurice Goings, NFL superstar, my high school and college
sweetheart...the man who not only broke my heart, but drop-kicked it
beyond repair. We were only a few weeks away from marriage when I
caught him cheating on me. I changed schools, became a top lawyer, and
swore that I'd never be hurt like that again. I don't care that
Maurice is even finer than ever before, I'm not letting him fool me
twice…"

But He's Ready To Do Whatever It Takes…

"I know I hurt Kenya a lot, but I really do love her. No matter how
much she tries to push me away, fate keeps drawing us back into each
other's arms—and God knows there's still so much sizzling chemistry
between us. So this is my last chance to show her that she can trust
me again. It's going to be the hardest thing I've ever done—but
Kenya's worth it..."



Maurice and James stretched out in a couple of pool chairs ready for
a second day of women watching. It was James idea, because Maurice was
content to sit in his hotel room, overlooking the ocean and eat. He
couldn't help but wonder how Kenya felt when he'd dumped her for Lauryn.
When James started hooting and hollering, Maurice looked up from his
sports magazine to see a group of women who looked as if they'd
stepped off the pages of Sports Illustrated's swimsuit edition walking
by them.
"Hurt me, hurt me," James called out. "Umm, umm, good."
The women smiled and continued on their way. While Maurice had
glanced at the sexy ladies, he had no interested in them and he
couldn't help but wonder if they were all sleeping with each other
while some sap waited for them in colder weather.
"What's that look?" James asked when he noted the scowl on his
brother's face. "A gang of sexy senoritas just walked by and you're
frowning?"
"It's hot and the sun is in my eyes."
"You're still mopping over Ms. Down Low, huh?"
Maurice dropped his magazine over his face. "I'm not thinking about
her. But I have to wonder, how many other women are doing shit like
that." Pushing the magazine down, he turned in the direction of the
model squad. "Just like those women over there, how many of them do
you think…" The sight before him took all of the words out of his mouth.
"Just let me watch," James said, not noticing the look on Maurice's face.
"Oh my God."
James turned in the same direction as his brother. "What?"
"The girl in the red bathing suit, is that, nah, it can't be."
"Damn, she looks like Kenya Taylor."
She came closer to where they were sitting and it was undeniably
Kenya. But my had she changed. She had a figure that would quit,
shaped just like an hour glass. Her butter rum skin was smooth and
flawless. Her shoulder-length hair framed her face with curly
ringlets, a style Maurice had never seen her wear. She pushed her
sunglasses up on her forehead and wiped sweat from her face with the
back of her hand as she seemingly searched for a chair.
"Hey…" James attempted to yell, but Maurice placed his hand over his
brother's mouth.
"Shut up."
James pushed Maurice's hand away. "Man, if that's Kenya, why don't
you want to say hello to her?"
"Let's see, because she hates me?" Maurice replied. "I'm sure I'm the
last person she wants to see."
"You might be right about that," James said then laughed. "Still, you
should say hello. That's a fireworks show that I'd love to see."
"Just let her be. That might not even be her." But Maurice knew it
was Kenya. She may have slimmed down but her eyes were the same.
"I know that body isn't hers, because that girl is fine as. . .She's
coming this way."
Kenya took an empty seat beside Maurice but she didn't look at him as
she unwrapped her sarong and spread it across the pool chair. Kenya
dropped her bag on the side of the chair away from Maurice and pulled
out a bottle of sunscreen.
Maurice couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she smoothed the
lotion on her skin. She was Kenya, older, sexier and right beside him.
He wanted to reach out and touch her and make sure she was real. Maybe
this was his chance to make things right with her. And if he did that
then maybe karma would give him his life back.
Damn, he didn't remember her legs being that long, he thought as he
watched her stretch out on the lounge chair. Obviously she had her
eyes closed because without turning her head, she said, "Sir, please
stop ogling me. I'm sure there is something much more interesting to
look at than me."
Her voice was the same, smooth like honey, thick like molasses and
cool like an unexpected breeze.
"Kenya Taylor."
She turned toward him as if she knew who he was. Snatching her
sunglasses off, Kenya sat up on the chair and focused her gaze on him,
the color drained from her face as if she'd seen a ghost.
"I don't believe this. This is unbelievable," she said then began to
gather her things.
Maurice rose to his feet and blocked her from leaving. "This is
unbelievable, I can't believe we just ran into each other like this."
Standing toe to toe with him, Kenya hauled off and slapped him. The
echo of her blow caused everyone in close proximity to them to look up
at them. Maurice held his cheek as it stung.
"Ouch. I guess I deserved that," he said.
Kenya turned on her heels and stomped away.
* * *
Kenya's heart was beating faster than a roaring race car's engine as
she stormed into her suite. How in the world did this happen? Why did
she end up at the same resort where Maurice and Lauryn were spending
there honeymoon? This place was supposed to be for singles and they
were here! Invading her vacation.
And there he was leering at her and he'd just married the same tramp
he'd left her for all of those years ago.
I should've pushed him in that damned pool. He has some nerve.
Kenya paced back and forth in her room, kicking off thong sandals and
tossing her sarong on the bed. Though she'd only been at her resort
for less than three hours, Kenya was ready to go home, because if she
saw Lauryn she was going to push her in the pool and pray that she
drowned.
"No," she said as she stopped pacing and looked at herself in the
mirror. "I'm not running from them again. This isn't college and I
spent too much money to come here and relax. That's what I'm going to
do. Maurice and Lauryn can just be damned."
Scooping up her beach bag, shoes and sarong, Kenya headed outside
again, going back to the pool and looking for Maurice and his new
bride. She found Maurice and his brother. That didn't make sense to
her. Who would bring a third party on a honeymoon trip?
Kenya hoped in vain that another seat had opened up. Fate had left
all of the sunbathers outside and the only seat was beside Maurice,
who was sitting on the edge of his seat with ice on his cheek.
Did I hit him that hard? she thought as she walked over to the chair.
"Kenya, how are you girl?" James asked when she approached them.
"Fine," she said, smiling at him. "Look at you."
He hugged her then held her out. "I'd rather look at you. Atlanta has
been good to you. Do they all look like you back home?"
She blushed under his complements, but her cheeks were heating up
because she could feel Maurice staring at her as she talked to James.
"You're in Charlotte, now, huh?" she asked.
"Yeah, helping my brother out with some community service and running
our company."
"Public relations?" she said, drifting back to her goals when she and
Maurice had entered Johnson C. Smith together.
"No, real estate. Isn't that what you do, public relations?" he asked.
"No. I'm a lawyer now."
"Whoa," Maurice and James said.
"I thought you wanted to run your own PR firm," Maurice said.
Kenya turned to him, "There's a lot about me you don't know and never
knew. I don't think I was talking to you."
Maurice jumped up. "Kenya, do you have something to say to me?"
"No, I don't," she spat. "Why aren't you with your wife?"
Maurice blanched and James shook his head. "My wife? You saw all of
that?"
"You were all over the news, you and Lauryn, I'm surprised she isn't
out here all over you like cheap cologne."
James cleared his throat. "I'm going to get a drink, you want
something Kenya?"
"No, thank you."
When James left, she glared at Maurice, tempted to hit him again.
"Get out of my face," she said as she attempted to push him aside.
"Lauryn and I didn't get married. It was a mistake."
"Only took you nine years to figure that out?" Kenya said as she took
her seat. "I hope you don't expect me to feel sorry for you."
"No, I don't. Why would you? Obviously, you hate me."
"Does that surprise you? You broke my heart and I don't have to
forgive you for that."
"You don't, but I do want to tell you that I'm sorry for what I did.
There have been so many times when I wanted to reach out to you and
say that. It's really ironic that we ran into each other here."
"Cut the bull, Maurice. You've been living the life of an NFL star
with the beautiful fiancée and part of your perfect life has come
crashing down and you're feeling sorry for yourself. I'm not your
salvation, your chance to put karma right."
He stared at her intently, so deeply that she was thrown off kilter.
There was something in his eyes that looked familiar. Ignore it, she
told herself.
"I know that you have every right to hate me, but you have to admit
that us meeting like this must mean something."
Kenya placed her sunglasses over her eyes so that she could peer at
Maurice without him noticing. He was finer than ever, his skin the
color of dark chocolate, his chest and abs rivaled those of the famed
Statue of David. The bead of sweat that ran down his flat stomach made
her mouth water because she wanted to follow the path of that bead
with her tongue.
What is wrong with me? This man is toxic, poison, and God, I want to
kiss him. Touch him and let him touch me.
"Kenya, are you all right?" Maurice asked.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because I asked you a question about five minutes ago."
"Maybe I just don't want to talk to you," she said then turned her
back to him.
He touched her bare shoulder and her skin burned with desire. How
many nights had she dreamed of his touch? Here he was standing behind
her. But was this a dream or a nightmare?
Turning to face him, Kenya scowled and pushed his hand away. "Don't
touch me ever again."
"Do you hate me that much?" he asked. "I know I was wrong and I've
struggled with what happened between us for years."
"Yet, you never reached out to say anything," she said, allowing
emotions she'd held in for nine years to bubble to the surface.
"Maurice, you're full of it. Whatever happened between you and Lauryn
must have really shaken you up for you to stand here and tell these lies."
"I'm not lying. The way things went down between us at Smith was
wrong. I never wanted you to be hurt and..."
"Then maybe you shouldn't have cheated on me," Kenya snapped. "You
know the sad thing is that I would have forgiven you, but you claimed
that you loved her and we had grown a part. Though that didn't seem to
matter when you needed help with your school work. I mean, you were
some piece of work."
He looked at her and stepped back. "Kenya, I..."
"Used me. And when you got what you needed from me, you tossed me
aside. Is that what she did to you? Though, with all of the wedding
preparation that was broadcasted on the news, she must have left you
for a bigger pay day."
"It was good seeing you, Kenya, enjoy your vacation." Maurice turned
away from her and headed inside the hotel.
She watched as he walked away, wondering if he'd been the reason for
the break up of his engagement.
He probably cheated on Lauryn because cheaters didn't change. Kenya
didn't feel sorry for Lauryn, though. After all, what goes around
comes around.
"Excuse me," a man with a British accent said, "is anyone sitting here?"
Looking up at the stranger, Kenya smiled then said no. He was cute,
obviously spent some time in the gym and in the sun because his golden
brown skin had a slight red hue. He extended his hand to Kenya as he
eased into his chair. "Damon Porter and you are?"
"Kenya Taylor."
"Beautiful."
"Excuse me?"
"You're beautiful, but I'm sure you already knew that. Vacationing
alone?"
"You ask a lot of questions."
"I'm sorry, but it's just that I've been here for about a week and
you have to be the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen. How have
you slipped past me?"
Kenya blushed as he smiled at her, revealing a set of pearly whites
that were blinding. "Thank you," she said.
"You're American, aren't you? A Southerner?"
"Yes."
He gave her the once over, drinking in her image. Kenya felt a little
uncomfortable under his gaze. But wasn't this reason why she chose to
wear a bikini anyway?
Relax, she thought. This is why you came on vacation.
"What American man allowed you to leave the states alone?"
"No man tells me what to do," Kenya replied.
He held his hands up and grinned. "Well, I'd love to have dinner with
you tonight, Miss Kenya. And I'm asking you, not telling you."
"Okay," she replied. "Where are you taking me?"
"The restaurant here is excellent and they have ocean view seating."
"You seem to know your way around this place."
"I've been here before and I'm certainly glad that I'm here now."
So am I, she thought, smiling.
As they sat by the pool and talked, Damon told Kenya that he was an
international stock broker and spent a lot of time traveling between
London and New York. He'd never been married, though he came close two
years ago. He wasn't opposed to marriage, he just wanted a woman who
had her own goals and didn't just aspire to be a housewife.
Kenya revealed that she didn't date a lot because she had been
focused on her career as a contract attorney. She told him that this
was the first vacation that she'd taken since she was a college
student and she took it because she was pondering taking a new job
that was going to force her to relocate to another city.
"It could be an adventure," he said. "You don't like to take risks,
do you?"
"You figured that out in one conversation?"
He turned on his stomach and looked at her. "That and the fact that
you came here alone to unwind and pretend that you're someone else."
"How do you figure that?"
"I can see it in your eyes," he said, staring intently at her. "But
we're going to change that. How long are you here for?"
"You are very presumptuous," Kenya said. "Who's to say that I'm going
to enjoy dinner with you tonight?"
"I do. And you will."
She shook her head, speechless by his arrogance, but intrigued by his
smile and sparkling brown eyes. Then she looked up and saw Maurice and
James staring in her direction.
Placing her hand on Damon's shoulder, she laughed throatily, more for
Maurice than her companion. She could feel his eyes burning into her.
He was jealous? As if he had a right to be. Even if Damon was the most
arrogant man in the world, Kenya was going to pretend that he was the
most interesting man she'd ever met as long as Maurice kept watching her.

Friday, March 28, 2008

From "Cautious Heart" to "Let's Get It On"





From 'A Cautious Heart' to 'Let's Get It On'

Published Thursday, March 27, 2008
by By Erica Singleton, For The Charlotte Post


For Cheris Hodges, the first novel she wrote that was based in Charlotte began with the experience of an ex-boyfriend. Though Hodges had already self-published her first novel, “Searching for Paradise,” in 2000 her first book with Charlotte ties was “Cautious Heart,” which initially came out in 2003. It all began with the line, “He thinks I’m stupid.”



“It was kind of inspired by an ex-boyfriend of mine,” said Hodges. “He inspired that one line...and the story was kind of framed around that one line. But, it was exciting to write about a tough kick booty heroine.”


Hodges recently signed copies of “Cautious Heart” which was re-released this year as part of the Recapture the Romance theme by Genesis Press. Cautious Heart was one of the more popular titles that Genesis decided to re-release, as they move into Mass Market publishing. “Other authors that they re-released under this were Donna Hill and Rochelle Alers, so I felt kind of special to have one of mine re-released as well,” she said.


Hodges has published eight novels and won the Shades of Romance reader’s choice award for best Genesis Press romance for 2005’s “A Love of Her Own.”


During a signing at RealEyes Bookstore in North Davidson, Hodges gave readers a taste of her upcoming new release, “Let’s Get It On,” her ninth novel. Scheduled to hit stores in August, it’s the story of a fictional Carolina Panthers wide receiver named Maurice Goings, who is a graduate of Johnson C. Smith University.


Though Hodges is a Golden Bull herself, the similarities end there. “He was engaged to be married to a woman he broke up with his high school sweetheart to be with,” she said. “However, on their wedding day she leaves him at the altar...for another woman.”
Not to give too much away too soon, but when he takes his honeymoon, with his brother, Goings runs into his first love, the high school sweetheart he left behind.


Hodges said she has never been in engaged to a high school sweetheart or dated a professional football player. However, the professional journalist does admit she is a huge NFL fan, even giving a shout out to her favorite team, the Dallas Cowboys.


“I chose football because I’ve written sports, and I’ve always been a little curious about the players’ lives off the field,” she said. “But this book is not based on any one player or any one thing. I’ve never had any personal knowledge of what players do off the field, but I’ve always wondered what would happen to a football player that proposed on the [television]...had a big wedding planned...and things just didn’t go his way.”


The football theme is one that is popular in this area this year. Hodges is teaming up with author Altonya Washington of Davidson for the Love and Football tour. “She has a book coming out in August that also has a hero as a football player,” explained Hodges about the collaboration.


Washington’s novel “Rival’s Desire” is the story of two stars, one a sultry singer and the other a sexy football player, who are thrust together to run their grandmothers’ business.


The kickoff party for the tour will take place in Charlotte. To find out more about the books, the authors or the tour visit www.cherishodges.com or www.lovealtonya.com. Readers can also ask Hodges questions directly on her MySpace page at www.myspace.com/www.cherishodges.com.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Cautious Heart Booksigning this Saturday




Join me at RealEyes Bookstore, 3306-A North Davidson St., Charlotte, NC as I sign copies of "Cautious Heart" and give a sneak preview of new novel, "Let's Get It On," which will be released this summer.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

The Love and Football tour is coming

What happens when sexy football players fall head over heels in love?
AlTonya Washington and Cheris Hodges know and tell all in their new novels: “Rival’s Desire” and “Let’s Get It On.”
Join the ladies as they sign copies of their new books at your favorite book store!

Friday, February 22, 2008

This post is all about me: And my book signing


Meet Author Cheris Hodges at Real Eyes Bookstore from 3 p.m. to 6 p.m. on March 15, 2008. The store is located at 3306-A North Davidson St., Charlotte.
Get a sneak peek at "Let's Get It On" as she signs copies of the re-released novel "Cautious Heart."
There will be free wine and food.

Cautious Heart follows Charlotte police detective Caprice Johnson, is fighting for her life and her career after her cheating ex-fiancé is found dead in a Charlotte hotel room. Her former partner, Nathan Wallace has been trying to keep his feelings for Caprice silent since the day they met, but with her career and life on the line, Caprice has to rely on Nathan and the truth to survive.

And coming this summer, “Let’s Get It On.” Also set in Charlotte, this novel proves that it’s never too late for second chances.
NFL wide receiver Maurice Goings never thought he’d miss the one woman he pushed away. But when he reconnects with his first love in the tropics, sparks fly.
Kenya Taylor never wanted to see Maurice again after he tossed her heart away nine years ago. But he’s determined to have her back in his life—can she resist him?

Monday, February 18, 2008

Anybody who knows me, knows that I am for Barack Obama

I'm voting for Obama, unless he does something crazy like kills his wife. And we know that is not going to happen. I love Michelle Obama and she looks like a sister who doesn't play. Don't let the Ivy League degrees fool you.
But I digress.
There has been this dust up over Mr. Obama's attendance at the State of The Black Union, hosted by Tavis Smiley.
There was talk that Mrs. Obama was offered as Mr. Obama's replacement. Sorry, but I'm with Tavis on this, Michelle, despite how BRILLIANT you are, you're not the candidate.
So, Mr. Obama can't go. That's fine. But all this talk trying to pit Tavis against Barack is bullshit.
And what's even more bullshit is Roland Martin's latest commentary on the subject:
Read CNN political analyst Roland Martin's column "Why Obama should skip Tavis Smiley's State of the Black Union" here.




Why Obama should skip Tavis Smiley's State of the Black Union By Roland Martin
Sen. Barack Obama took a lot of heat last year from participants in Tavis Smiley's State of the Black Union annual confab, which was held in Virginia. To be fair, he was a little busy that day...announcing HE WAS RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT!

Some of the folks there were besides themselves, and frankly, were childish about it, even saying that he should have put off his presidential announcement to be there.

Now, almost a year later, he is faced with a similar dilemma.

Tavis has announced that he will hold his State of the Black Union annual talkfest on Feb. 23 in New Orleans, La. This is a huge event attended by thousands each year; broadcast on C-SPAN; and attracts some of the nation's top black activists, politicians and intellectuals.

During his commentary Thursday on the Tom Joyner Morning Show, the most listened to black radio show, Tavis said he's invited the three top candidates, Republican frontrunner, Sen. John McCain of Arizona, and Sens. Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama. He said only one has accepted, and he will wait until tomorrow for the other two to decide.

He didn't say which one decided to attend, but on Friday, Clinton announced that she was attending.

In his commentary, Smiley said he was going to snap on those who don't attend on Tuesday's show, demanding that they own up to black issues and zero in on social justice issues as outlined in the book he edited, "The Covenant with Black America."

Here is my analysis of the situation, and hopefully it will put this presidential campaign and the delicate task of navigating the waters of black politics in perspective.

1. Clinton MUST attend. She led Obama in all of 2007 among black voters by huge margins. But that trend has shifted -dramatically. At best, she's polling at 25% among African Americans. Her acceptance is critical because she needs to capture 30% to 40% of the black to really stop Obama.

The perceived racial slights toward Obama by Clinton campaign surrogates, as well as her husband, former President Bill Clinton, has done significant damage in the black community. His attempts to explain the comments haven't mollified African Americans. Her appearance at the event can help her restore her standing among a vital Democratic constituency, which she will need to turn out en masse if she wins the nomination.

Also, her campaign doesn't have the cash Obama has. She needs any free media. And if Obama shows up, that means all the national media will be there, and the stage is set for her. Tavis said on the air that he would push for the candidates to debate the issues. She's called for more; Obama has only accepted two.

Smart politics on her part, and if I were advising her, no doubt I would tell her to attend.

2. Obama must look forward, not in the past. The Louisiana primary, which he won handily, was on Saturday. Why go back to Louisiana for an event on Feb. 23? That is not to dismiss the needs of people along the Gulf Coast. But the only way he can truly help them is if he wins the nomination and the White House.

Obama needs to be solely focused on Texas and Ohio. Those two mega-states offer a huge bounty of delegates, and he needs to win a large state to move ahead of Clinton. She polls strongly in both states, and they are a huge part of her winning strategy; so much of her time will be spent there in the coming weeks.

All his time must be on the ground. In Texas, he must blanket South Texas because of the Hispanic influence. He didn't do well among Hispanics in California, and he must change that.

There is some hope (no pun intended). When former Dallas Mayor Ron Kirk ran in 2002 for the U.S. Senate, he took 74 percent of South Texas. Yes, an Hispanic was running for governor, but that bodes well for Obama. In Ohio, he must do well among blue collar Democrats. Clinton has owned these low- to middle-income voters, and Obama must score well among them.

If Tavis wanted to have an impact, he should have held his event before Louisiana or before the Mississippi primary. As the saying goes, bad planning on your part doesn't constitute a sense of urgency on mine.

3. He can't be defined again as the black candidate. Some will say he must avoid black folks to be more palatable to whites and Hispanics. I disagree. But you can't deny the reality that he's running for president of the United States and not president of Black America. The week of the South Carolina was all about race, and he knows that is not a winning discussion because of this nation's history. His campaign successfully beat back that issue since South Carolina, winning nearly all-white states like Utah, Idaho, Montana, Minnesota, Delaware, Connecticut, and Nebraska.

Obama is looking to have mass appeal, and showing up in New Orleans at a State of the Black Union event doesn't help him at all in a close race.

4. Send Michelle Obama. What is the purpose of surrogates if you can't make it somewhere? His wife is perfectly suited for this event, and that frees him up to go elsewhere. Plus, he's his top surrogate, and having a female counter your female opponent isn't a bad matchup.

Ask any campaign manager and they will tell you that when it comes to politics, especially in a close race, every minute matters. Candidates are on the phone lines campaigning, trying to raise money, and secure endorsements.

Spending the day with Tavis and his panelists is vital for Clinton. For Obama, time spent courting Latinos in Texas is more important.

African Americans are asking a lot of Obama, the best chance blacks have ever had of one of their own capturing the White House. I often hear folks say they want to know if he is going to back "their" issues. It is no different than how white women are feeling about Clinton. These are indeed historic firsts.

By the way, when people say that black issues are being ignored in the campaign, they are wrong.

The Joint Center for Political and Economic Studies, the nation's most prestigious think tank devoted to African American issues, released a survey showing that the top issues to blacks are the war in Iraq; healthcare; jobs and the economy; and education.

Sounds to me like the candidates have spent a lot of time on those issues, although they could always do more.

As an aside, when I asked my radio listeners on WVON in Chicago if Obama should skip the event, we got 29 calls in two hours, and only two said he should go. And this is a crowd that is normally in agreement with Smiley.

Here's what we should do--drink some prune juice and let the shit go. The country is at stake here!

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Is George Bush really that stupid?

Here we are nearly two years after Jena 6. And let's not forget the time that has passed since Bush was the governor of Texas and James Byrd was murdered by racists men who drug him as if he were an uprooted tree. And today Bush speaks out against nooses?
What the fuck?
This asshole had eight years to address racism and he waits until now to do it?
Give me a damned break.
Bush: Noose displays 'deeply offensive' By DEB RIECHMANN
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WASHINGTON - President Bush said Tuesday that recent displays of nooses are disturbing and indicate that some Americans may be losing sight of the suffering that blacks have endured across the nation.

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"The era of rampant lynching is a shameful chapter in American history," Bush said at a black history month event at the White House, which began with serious comments about prejudice and ended with music performed by The Temptations.

"The noose is not a symbol of prairie justice, but of gross injustice," the president said. "Displaying one is not a harmless prank. Lynching is not a word to be mentioned in jest."

As a civil society, Americans should agree that noose displays and lynching jokes are "deeply offensive," Bush said.

"They are wrong," the president said, referring to such displays and jokes. "And they have no place in America today."

For decades, the noose was a symbolic part of a campaign of violence, fear and intimidation against blacks, the president said. Sometimes, he added, it was orchestrated by the law enforcement officers charged with protecting them. Bush also said the noose was a tool for intimidation and killing that conveyed a sense of powerlessness to millions of blacks throughout the country.

"Fathers were dragged from their homes in the dark of night before the eyes of their terrified children," he said. "Summary executions were held by torchlight in front of hateful crowds. In many cases, law enforcement officers responsible for protecting the victims were complicit in their deaths."

The Justice Department says it is actively investigating a number of noose incidents at schools, work places and neighborhoods around the country.

The FBI reported in November that hate-crime incidents in the United States rose in 2006 by nearly 8 percent. Police across the nation reported 7,722 criminal incidents in 2006 targeting victims or property as a result of bias against a particular race, religion, sexual orientation, ethnic or national origin or physical or mental disability. That was up 7.8 percent from the 7,163 incidents reported in 2005.

At the event, Bush honored Rep. John Lewis, the Georgia Democrat who was a leader of the civil rights movement and organized freedom rides, sit-ins and voter registration drives; and William Coleman, the first black American to be a clerk on the U.S. Supreme Court and who served as President Ford's transportation secretary. Coleman thus was the first black to hold a Cabinet post in a Republican administration.

Bush also recognized Ernest Green, one of the nine black students in Little Rock, Ark., who were escorted into the city's all-white Central High School following the historic Brown vs. Board of Education of the mid 1950s, and Otis Williams, a leader of the "The Temptations."

After the president's remarks, his podium was replaced with five microphones and the members of the group, sporting gray suits trimmed in black, got the packed East Room clapping in time to their music. By the end of the eighth tune, "My Girl," the group had the audience standing and singing along.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Kanye West, is the greatest rapper of these times

Did you catch his performance on the Grammys and the moving tribute he did to his mother?
That's why I don't care what nobody says about Kanye's ego and I don't care what people say about his tantrums, he is the man! No other rapper can touch him--maybe Common.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Hillary got Barack-ed this weekend

Barack Obama won all three of the primary states that voted on Saturday and at the Jefferson-Jackson Dinner in Va, Obama showed that he is Fired UP and Ready to Go.
Senator Obama represents change. He isn't bogged down with Whitewater and years of dirt being tossed on him because his husband got his dick sucked.
Yes, I'm talking about Hillary.
She is old Washington. And all of this stuff she is talking about passing and doing, why didn't she do it in the eight years that Bill was in office?
I don't get to vote until May, but everytime I hear Obama speak, it makes me impaitent to get out there and vote for him!
www.barackobama.com

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

The Anti-Valentine's Day Story

Hell hath no fury ...
Scorned Charlotteans tell tales of revenge ... Happy Valentine's Day.
By Cheris Hodges
It must have been the beginning of February when the ladies decided to get together for their annual dinner at Ruby Tuesday. This year, as it turned out, none of them had Valentine's Day plans. For once, this group of single women was without boyfriends, lovers or whatever.

But you know what happens when you put a bunch of single women together close to St. Valentine's Day? The stories start pouring out. It's like a bad episode of Sex and The City -- but the tales of awesome sex are replaced by stories explaining why men should take heed of the hearts they break.

A tall waiter walks over to the table, smiling at the women and assuring them that he's going to take care of them.

"That's what they all say," Erica says after he's out of earshot.

The other ladies laugh.

"Sometimes," I say, "you have to take care of them. Teach them a lesson, if you will."

All eyes are on me, and my mouth just starts running.

There was this guy that I was dating a few years ago; at first things were good. We watched old movies at his place and went to lunch in the park during the spring and summer. But once he got comfortable, things started to change. You know how men talk about a woman changing in a relationship after a period of time? It was the total opposite with this dude. Let's call him Charles.

Charles started making promises, but never followed through on them. There was the New Edition concert at Carowinds that we never made it to. There was the time he swore he was going to wash my car because it was so dirty.

It got so bad that when he talked, it was just like listening to the teacher from The Peanuts.

Finally, I got tired of it. And the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back was when the stereo in my car stopped working and he said, "If you purchase a radio for your car, I'll install it for you."

"OK," I replied. I'd already called around to some of the stereo installation stores in Charlotte and their prices were just outrageous. Besides, Charles installed stereos for a living, and as his girlfriend, he should install mine for free anyway. Hell, it was the least the asshole could do after all of the broken promises and bullshit I'd been putting up with.

I went to Wal-Mart and purchased the car stereo. I really needed the CD player because Charlotte radio sucks, but I digress.

That Monday, I called Charles and said, "Hey, when can you install the stereo?"

"Uh, well, I'm going to have to call you back," was his reply.

All right, I thought as I headed for work. Mind you, my job at the time was only about a block and a half from his place of business. So, imagine my utter surprise when I'm driving in to work and I see this fool all up in some girl's face, smiling and shooting the shit as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Had I been early for work, I might have driven my car right into them. But I was running late, so I headed to the South End office building while I dialed his cell phone. Don't you know, this fucker sent my call to voice mail!

Now I was mad.

The women lean in as if they can feel the climax to this story coming.

"Did you kick her ass?" Wendy asks.

"No," I reply. "She wasn't the one giving me the run around, nor was she the one who was supposed to be committed to me. That's the mistake that women make, we blame the other woman."

"Shut up, Oprah!" Erica says. "Get on with the story."

Read the rest at www.charlotte.creativeloafing.com

Judge this book by it's cover!! I'm nominated for an award!


Sometimes, it’s good to judge a book by its cover
Romance author Cheris Hodges is a finalist for the cover of the year, an award given out at the Romance Slam Jam. This year’s event will be held in Chicago on April 30-May 4.
Hodges’s latest novel, “Just Can’t Get Enough,” was nominated for the Emma award in the category of best cover.
Named after the co-founder of the Romance Slam Jam, the Emma Awards is the premier awards event for readers and authors of black romance.
The Romance Slam Jam grew out of an early desire to recognize, and pay respect to our authors, and to celebrate their craft with their avid fans, says the founders of the event.
Emma Rodgers, Ashira Tosihwe and Francis Ray gave birth to the ROMANCE SLAM JAM in 1995 in Dallas, Texas, to demonstrate what Nikki Giovanni describes as “The Power, Passion and Pain of Black Love.”
There was much success at Black Images marketing, promoting and selling the works of black romance writers since the early 90’s that they decided it was time to take their love for romance to a new level by bringing writers and readers together.
To view the nominated cover, log on to www.cherishodges.com or www.myspace.com/cherishodges.
For more information on the Romance Slam Jam, log on to www.romanceslamjam.org.
“Just Can’t Get Enough” is in stores now.

Friday, February 1, 2008

It's Black History Month

And we have an extra day in Black History month. Yay, I say sarcastically.
You know what kind of pisses me off about Black History Month--we trot out the same stories about the same sports figures and entertainers. What about Marcus Garvey, what about Nat Turner?
What about people in your community that have changed the city where you live? Isn't it time to stop teaching our kids that music and sports are the only way to have a better life?
Holla!
And the Black History figure of the week is Zora Neale Hurston. Goggle her!

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Fairy tales have f*cked us up!!

I was sitting on the sofa and saw a Disney commercial for Cinderella. And I am not going to lie, when I was younger (even in my 20s) Cinderella was one of my favorite stories. And the song, "Someday My Prince Will Come" was a mantra.
But reality bites.
Waiting for some man to come and sweep you off your feet is a mistake, just like being desparate and sweeping the clubs and bars for men. Everything happens for a reason and in due time.
Sometimes, when we meet a man, we want that fairy tale relationship, but we don't realize that reality gets in the way. Of course the prince can spend all day with you--he don't have no damned job, nor baggage or kids or exes that may crop up.
And all of us are not princesses. How long is a man going to want a singing and clingy chick that has no life outside of him?
Relationships are about balance. You should make him better and he should make you better, but neither of you should change to be with the other. If Cinderella's foot didn't fit that slipper and the prince saw her only in the rags, would he still want her?
Hell, that fool didn't even recognize her.
And why was the step mother so evil? She ran that house--even back in the day independent women were villians.
There are no fairy tales, all relationships have bumps in the road. The true tale of a relationship is how the couple handles those bumps.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

I got a lot to say and sometimes it's not so nice

I've finally decided that I need a blog.
So thanks for bearing with me and my rantings. I say this in advance, before I post anything too crazy. :)
First, allow me to introduce myself: I'm Cheris Hodges, the author of seven novels, including Just Can't Get Enough, Cautious Heart, Searching For Paradise and Second Chances at Love.
I love to write and read.
I have an opinion on everything--especially the Presidental election. And yes, I'm for Barack Obama.
In the coming weeks, months and whatever, I hope we can talk about a variety of things.
Check me out at www.cherishodges.com or join me on MySpace at www.myspace.com/cherishodges
Peace!