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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

About Richard Sherman . . .

I just realized that Richard Sherman is my nephew.
What, you ask?
My oldest nephew is 25. So is Richard Sherman.
My nephews are smart. So is Richard Sherman.
All week we've heard about Richard Sherman's rant. Why haven't we been hearing about the other things Richard Sherman is known for all season?

He's a graduate of Stanford. He graduated from high school, number two in his class. He runs The Blanket Coverage non profit organization that helps kids get the most out of their education. When he launched this in September, I don't remember hearing a damned thing about it. Didn't see wall to wall coverage on it.

But his post game rant is still being played. And you know what, I'm not going to call it a rant. I rant every day. And when I do, you can best believe there is some colorful, sailor like language going on. Richard Sherman did none of that. NONE. OF. THAT.

But this Vine is funny.

I find myself looking at people wanting to shout, "Don't You Ever Talk About ME! Don't you open your mouth!"
But I digress. I've heard a lot of white people say Richard Sherman is a jerk, a thug, a loser and a jerk.
I think what they really mean is, I'm jealous of Richard Sherman and I wish I was as smart and as rich as he is.

Look, white folks who are mad at Richard Sherman, Peyton Manning is not going to be your savior and the Seattle Seahawks are going to win the Super Bowl.
And if Richard Sherman yells at the end of the game, America: You. Will. Deal!

Sunday, January 19, 2014

I'm sure Pam Oliver doesn't give a . . . .

Call her the four million dollar woman. But know you, you're probably going to talk about Pam Oliver's hair.

Here we go. Black women who cover sports get no respect. And how do I know? Cause I'm one of them.

I'm not impressed by Pam Oliver's hair, but she doesn't ask dumb ass questions like Suzy Kolber. And her shag haircut is not always impressive on the sidelines either.
Whenever Pam Oliver is on camera she comes across as knowledgeable, informed and trust worthy. But all y'all can talk about is her hair?



Yes. I mean that from the bottom of my heart!

Pam Oliver is a sportscaster for the NFL and NBA who has a net worth of $4 million. Pam Oliver earned her net worth through her years as a news reporter, sportscaster and sideline reporter for FOX, ESPN and TNT. She was born in Dallas, Texas in the U.S on March 10, 1961. She attended Florida A&M University where she was an All-American track star. She graduated in 1984 with a broadcast journalism degree then got her first job at WALB in Albany.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Bettye Griffin shares Secrets & Sins



If you’d like to get the full schedule of where Bettye’s characters are visiting this week, please check her blog.

Secrets & Sins by Bettye Griffin


In this sweeping, 115K-word novel, Bettye Griffin introduces readers to the Cheeks family of Zion, Illinois: Eldest daughter Faye, whose placid, orderly life is about to be disrupted in a way she never could have imagined...middle child and only son Scott, who brings new meaning to the phrase 'midlife crisis'...and youngest daughter Robin, who is divorced from but not exactly rid of her former spouse.

At the center of the story is their mother, Julia Scott Cheeks, who along with her devoted husband Melvin, has tried to keep two scandalous family secrets hidden and has been successful for 55 years...but when Robin mentions the name of the former classmate she has a romantic interest in, Julia fears that the events she has tried so hard and for so long to keep her children from knowing are in danger of being exposed...
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Bettye would love to give a complimentary download of Secrets & Sins to a reader. To be eligible, all you have to do is leave a comment before midnight Central Time today. There must be at least two comments left for an eBook to be given away, if there is only one there will be no prize. Bettye will post the name of the winner tomorrow morning, so please check back, for she will need to hear from the winner.

And now, today’s character sketch:
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Zion, Illinois, January 2010

My name is Melvin Cheeks. I was born in Chicago on November 28, 1930. Incredibly, I’m going to be 80 years old this year.

My dad left us when my brother and I were kids. We were a close-knit family, my mama and brother and me. I learned a strong work ethic from my mother. She did domestic work until the telephone company started hiring black operators. She worked split shifts, but she was so proud to be able to give up having to do housework. She and my brother (who worked for the post office) helped me pay for my college, and I worked, too, on a moving crew to pay my tuition. I taught in Chicago and Waukegan public schools for over 30 years.

Both my mother and brother are gone now. It’s tough to be the last survivor of my birth family. Thank God for my own family. I met my wife, Julia, at a dance in Chicago. I know this sounds corny, but the moment I held her in my arms I knew she was the one. She was beautiful, with a smile that could light up Times Square. Look at any picture of her, and she’s always smiling. We’ll be celebrating 55 years of marriage the end of this year…and she’s still beautiful. We have three children and four grandchildren.

Julia takes great care of me. She tries never to leave me alone for long, although I tell her I’ll be fine. I’ve had a few health issues in recent years. I get confused sometimes—they say I’ve got a very mild dementia—and I also have a neuro disorder, not Parkinson’s, but similar, when I have some involuntary movements, but it’s not constant. I’m just glad I’m still here. I know I’ll die eventually, but God willing, I’ll be living until I die, if you know what I mean. I’m sure I’ll go first, but I know that Julia will be taken care of and watched over by Faye, Scott, and Robin, for the rest of her days.

I used to find it amusing how my mother, in her later years, couldn’t remember what she had for breakfast, but she could recall the end of World War I or that horrible race riot in 1919, but now I understand, because I’m doing the same thing. I remember meeting Julia like it was yesterday. I remember her dress…her smile…even her scent. I remember the first time I told her I loved her. I remember the night I spoke to her father, Roscoe, to ask for her hand. I remember proposing to her. And, of course, I remember the first time we made love (it was the night we got married; no matter how hard I tried, she wouldn’t give in before then).

I also remember why we got married when we did. We’d only been engaged a few weeks in mid-December of ’55 with plans for a spring wedding when Julia came to me in tears one morning. She told me something shocking, and while I was stunned by the news, I immediately suggested we get married between Christmas and New Year’s, during school vacation (and no, she wasn’t pregnant…like I told you, there was no sex until after the wedding).

Speaking of our wedding night, Julia had another bombshell for me, and that one floored me as well. I asked her if she had any other secrets, and she assured me she didn’t. She also promised me on the spot that she’d never keep another secret from me again.

Now that I’m in my last years on earth, I find myself thinking more and more about what’s happened in the past. To this day Jules (I usually call her that) and I have kept our kids in the dark about it, but now I’m wondering if we should continue hiding it. The parties most affected are dead, except for one. Our children are grown; they aren’t going to go around blabbing our family business to anyone. They’ve always known my brother was gay. Don’t they have a right to know all their family history?

I’ve always gone along with Jules because I know how painful the whole thing has been for her. She got caught in the middle of an unhappy situation, and it makes her sad, even now. I haven’t brought it up, but I’m thinking I might try to get her to change her mind.

Then again, these things often have a way of taking care of themselves…
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Read more about Melvin in Secrets & Sins, out now! Kindle owners can get it at Amazon or at Bettye’s eStore. Readers needing EPUB or PDF formats can get theirs from Bettye’s eStore, where eBooks always cost less, usually $1. You can always whet your appetite by getting the FREE download of the prequel, Sinner Man, which is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and at Bettye’s eStore.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Confessions of a Marriage Robin Hood. . .Part Four



Charlotte City Councilman Theo Baxter hated everything that wasn't a republican. Imagine my surprise when I saw him on the site. I didn't even have to use my expensive ass software to know who he was. Bax369 had been his screen name. It made me wonder if he'd actually been trying to hide his cheating ways. Then I began to question why the media hadn't gotten wind of this. After all, this would've been John Edwards love child big — in the city of Charlotte, at least.
It took him a while to respond to my sultry messages. I told him in the first message that he looked as if his dick was candy covered and sweet and I could wait to taste it. It was corny and a little much, but the man said in his profile that he wanted a woman who loved oral sex.  I could play that role, because his penis would never ever touch my lips.
When I sent my second message, a week later, which was a picture of my lips wrapped around a banana, he responded with a list of demands.
Before you suck my dick, I need to see your STD test results, I also need to inspect your mouth to make sure you have all of your teeth. Then, I'd like to see what you can do with a dildo in your mouth.YOU MUST SWALLOW. If you agree to these terms, I will send you further instructions as to where this encounter will take place. Also, you must leave all photographic equipment behind and this includes smartphones. I assure you, no harm will come to you.
What an idiot! Then I wondered how many women had he lured under these circumstances? It made sense as to why no one would look for this kind of lewd behavior from Councilman Baxter. With no proof or pictures, who would believe a woman on a site where you signed up to have sex with married men if she said she was Baxter's mistress?
That was about to change. The best thing about the padded ass that I wore when I met these married men was the ability to hide cameras, phones, digital recorders and anything else to get proof of their cheating or whatever. I didn't even want Baxter's money, I wanted him ruined and embarrassed, I wanted to strip his power from him and watch his reputation burn. Yep, I was relishing my role as a marriage Robin Hood when I meet the councilman at a Pineville hotel. My recorder was rolling as I walked into the room.
"Well," he said as he gave me a slow once over. "You're lovely lady. Very exotic. I approve."
"Thank you," I replied coyly, though inside, I wanted to vomit. Glancing at the bed, I saw he had a few pink dildos lined up next to the pillows. Whipped cream, chocolate syrup and fruit flavored condoms.
"Open your mouth," he ordered. I did as he commanded. "Perfect," he replied.  "Now, come over here and let's see how you use those lips and tongue." We crossed over to the bed and he handed me a dildo.
"This is brand new, isn't it?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Of course. That's the first time I've ever been asked that."
"You do this a lot?"
"You ask a lot of questions. I guess I need to shove my dick in your mouth and shut you up," he quipped.
I had him! "I guess you do, Mr. Baxter."

Friday, January 3, 2014

The Impossible Possible: Guest Blogger Deatri King-Bey



Book Into: The Impossible Possible by Deatri King-Bey



One of the reasons I love romance so much is taking the common themes and doing something completely different with them. My favorite traditional romance theme has always been the baby daddy theme. In it the heroine hides the fact that she’s had the hero’s child from him. Then years later, they meet again and he discovers the secret! Yeah, I love that one. In my new title, The Impossible Possible, I decided to switch it up a bit. This time the hero hides the fact that he’s the heroine’s son’s father. Hmmm, impossible you think? After you read The Impossible Possible, let me know what you think.

The Impossible Possible
Bryanna Martin has given up on finding her happily ever after. The only way she’ll fall in love and marry is if God sends her Mr. Right to her door. Since she doesn’t believe that will happen, she devotes her life to her adopted son and career. Then the impossible happens, the perfect man literally shows up at her door. Drawn to the handsome stranger, Bryanna wonders if this is one impossible that can become possible.

Alejandro Montenegro, CEO of a Global 500 corporation, dropped everything to catch a flight and claim a son he didn’t know about. When he arrives, he discovers his child is not in foster care being abused, but in the loving care of a golden goddess. To spare his son from losing the only mother he has ever known, Alejandro decides to remain silent about his son’s paternity and pursue Bryanna, but then the impossible happens. He falls in love and knows she will leave him if she discovers his secret.

Still not convinced? Click here to read the first chapter.

Purchase your copy today: Print and eBook (Kindle, ePub via Barnes & Noble)

Thank you so much for taking the time to learn a little about The Impossible Possible. For information on all of my titles, visit me online at http://DeatriKingBey.com.

I love to hear from readers. Let me know what you think.

Much Joy, Peace, and Love
Deatri King-Bey



Thursday, January 2, 2014

Happy New Year

I want to thank all of my readers for your support in 2013. Now that we are into the second day of 2014, I have to admit that I never ever thought I'd still be writing about eleven years after the release of my first romance novel. 

It's because of your support that I'm still here and I love you all for it. I mean, I love y'all more than I love this Christmas blend from Starbucks that I'm sipping right now. 

This year, I plan to do a lot more writing. I'm even going to get on the ebook train harder. Just to let you know, all of my fiction this year won't be strictly romance. I hope you'll support that as well. I'm excited about this novella I'm wrapping up now. 

It's called Fighting Back. And it was inspired by my day job and a Tweet from one of my favorite people, Shonell Bacon. I'm putting my heroine through hell and I'm not really sure how she's going to get through it. :) 

I don't have any New Year's resolutions or those little lies we tell ourselves every year. I'm just going to try and be a better person and stay out of jail. That's all I can do. 

Happy New Year to you and thank you for being a blessing to me!