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Friday, September 25, 2015

#IHeardARumor Friday teaser


#IHeardARumor
Friday teaser:
 Zach was happy to see sports on the television above the bar as he sipped his whiskey. He had to stop drinking because he was supposed to be relaxing. Still, the news report about his ex got under his skin. Would someone who mattered in Charleston see the national reports and put two and two together when he started to do business? 
 Forget about it. You haven’t even found an opportunity yet, he thought as he waved for the bartender. 
 “Yes, sir?” the perky blond asked with a smile. 
 “I think I need some food to go along with this drink. What would a pretty lady like you suggest?” Zach smiled and she leaned forward. 
 “You can never go wrong with shrimp and grits,” she said with a smile. 
 “Then I’d like an order of shrimp and grits.” 
 “All right, sugar, I’ll put that in for you. Want another Crown?” 
 He shook his head and handed her a twenty-dollar bill. “Thank you for your suggestion.”
 “My pleasure.” 
 Zach turned his back to the bar as she walked away and glanced at the door. When he saw her walk in, he had to check his mouth for drool. Maybe it was the way her long dress hugged her curves or it was she her shoulders. She had the gait of a queen and that was just as attractive as her curly honey brown hair. Southern girl, he thought as she headed toward the bar. The restaurant was packed, which made he hope that she was going to sit at the bar. And she did. Only it wasn’t as close to him as he’d wanted. But he was able to drink in the brown skin woman’s beauty. As he watched her lips while she talked to the bartender, Zach tried to remember the last time he’d made love to a woman. Looking at this woman made him want to change that right now. 
 Granted, after all of the drama with Natalie, Zach had taken a vow of chastity — in New York. But this wasn’t New York and the game had changed. 
 She glanced his way and — did she just roll her eyes at him? So much for Southern hospitality, he thought never taking his eyes off her pretty toes. He was a man with a minor foot fetish and she had the feet of a goddess. That pink polish on her toes reminded him of strawberries. 
 “Excuse me,” she said, her voice sounding melodic. “Will you please find something else to focus on?”
 “What?”
 “You’ve been sitting here staring at me as if you’ve never see a woman or you were just released from prison.”

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Introducing Soulmate by Deatri King-Bey

The heart of the Precious Jewels Security Agency, Pearl Nicolas’s life has become one undercover assignment after the next. Happy, yet jealous, that her sisters are finding their soulmates, Pearl reluctantly accepts there is no soulmate out there for her… Or is there?

 

Tariq Suárez Anzar’s life changed when he became a single father of a teen. When a possible drug ring is suspected on his daughter’s prep school campus, the Precious Jewels are called in to find out exactly what is going on. But Tariq discovers so much more—Pearl. From the first moment they met, everything within him screamed, “She is your soulmate!”

 

Timing would be perfect for Tariq to go after his soulmate except one tiny thing—his daughter is Pearl’s only lead in the case. Patient as much as he is determined, he will not let this once in a lifetime chance slip by to have the family he wants.

 

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SAMPLE:

Amber had never been more right in her life! Pearl continued staring at the headshot of Tariq SuárezAznar in the Newton Academy’s staff gallery on the school’s website via her iPad. Teachers were not supposed to look like this. Had Professor Suárez been her math instructor, she wouldn’t have learned a thing from dreaming about him all day. 

 

Sincere hazel eyes to gaze into, strong facial features to admire, lips plump enough for kissing, short wavy hair to run her fingers over—if his body were half as nice, she’d never solve the case from drooling over the man.

 

Resisting the urge to conduct a background check on him, she turned off her tablet and put it away. He’d hired them and deserved his privacy. This was business. Plus a man like him had to be married. Then again, what would she do with a boring teacher anyway? Good looks be damned, she needed a man who could keep up with her. One whose lifestyle matched hers enough that they wanted to share their lives together. She wanted someone who didn’t exist—her soulmate.

 

Disheartened, she walked from the bench in the main office over to the bulletin board. Pep rally, fundraiser, Halloween party, volleyball game schedule, football game schedule, math club meetings, science club meeting… nothing out of the ordinary.

 

“Excuse me, Ms. Nicholas?”

 

That soft, sexy voice had to belong to the new star of her fantasies. Much calmer than she felt, she turned and smiled politely. “Yes. Oh, Mr. Suárez.” Following Spanish tradition, she said his middle name, which was his father’s family name. 

 

Appreciation burned in his bright eyes as he took her in from head to toe. She knew when a man was attracted to her, and Mr. Suárez definitely was. 

 

End Sample

 

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to introduce Soulmate. I appreciate it and you.

 

Deatri King-Bey

http://www.DeatriKingBey.com

 

Romance writers are just different. . .and that's a good thing

I watched the Emmys on Sunday for the first time in many years. And just like everybody else, I was blown away by the sisterly love shown to Regina King and Viola Davis as they picked up golden hardware. 

Then I felt something, something familiar —I felt like I'm already a part of a sisterhood just like that. It's called being a romance writer. Yep, as much as people talk about writer beefs on social media and what not, I am HAPPY to say that Romance writers are different. 

Exhibit A: Beverly Jenkins and Brenda Jackson. Romance royality. They treat everyone with such respect and a happy to drop knowledge to up and coming writers. Yes, these best selling authors are the most down to Earth ladies you could ever meet and they let me call them auntie! These ladies are the role models, the gold standards. The ones who are opening doors and reaching back to bring others along for the ride. Why? BECAUSE they are freaking awesome. Point blank. Period. 

Exhibit B: Sisters stick together. When one romance author drops a book, it's been my experience that other writers post shout outs and book covers all over social media. It's like we romance writers get it, success for one leads to future success for all. And it's real. Have you ever been to Romance Slam Jam? You see when the authors get together it's just like a family reunion. 
So, shout out to all of my sisters in the pen! We're different and proud. Because you really can't tell love stories (good ones at that) if you ain't got no love in you! 

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Ashley Speaks: Y'all Y'all Y'all


Y'all... Y'all... Y'all...
If you glance at my profile pic you know I'm a thick'ems. And honestly, though I have my insecure days, overall, I wear my weight proudly. It took a lot for me to get to a point where I could love myself and the body I'm in. That being said, the body I'm in isn't exactly loving  me, so before something bad happens, I decided to get to a healthy weight that isn't on that BMI chart. Because that mess will have me looking like a strung out meth head looking for a fix. I'm 5'1 -and a half thank you very much - and I think getting to 155 would be a good weight for my body type.
Now Ashley, why are you telling me all this boring mess?
Well I'm glad you asked reader! I said all of that to say, those fit folks - you know the ones that get up at 4:45 every morning to go for a 5 mile run. Then, they get home and have the audacity to eat some nuts and freaking berries while I'm over here chomping on blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, maple sausage, cheesy grits and fried catfish. You know the ones who love to talk about how good life is because they don't eat things like McDonalds or Pizza Hut? You know the ones who cry about being fat just so you can tell them how good they look? Yeah, those ones! Well, they lie. They lie like a penny in the parking lot of a grocery store (thanks The Band Perry for that line. Oan: that was an endorsement so I expect free tickets to your next concert... We'll discuss restrictions later). That thing they call endorphins. You know it kicks in when you do drugs and theoretically when you exercise? That mess doesn't happen.

There is no happy feeling. Not unless you want to count the feeling of pure elation when my body collapses in the middle of the floor when I'm done.
Now don't you dare try to tell me I have to give it more time before I feel the benefits. This chick used to be that "fit person" - minus the 5 mile run cause your chick does not run unless Derek Luke is in front of me ready to quit his wife and live a happily ever after lifestyle between my thighs - that I described. I was between a size 8-10 depending on where I shopped. And I never felt those mythical endorphins. I forgot about how much I hated working out before I started.
It's been a few weeks and my body is loving me now but God knows, I hate it with the fire  a thousand suns. 


Well, again, I'm probably over my word limit. If you haven't noticed, I'm long winded, like a preacher on Sunday morning after he had a REALLY bad week. I'm going to try to work on that. Peace out for now. Much love to all.