Simply Cheris. . .

I'm a little biased here, but the guy in this pictures with the mustache and his arms around that lady who looks like me is pretty damned perfect. That's my Daddy. My rock. My ace. The man who never allowed me to believe that I couldn't do anything I put my mind to. A few things he tried to get me into didn't work out. Like basketball. He bought me a really nice one from the hardware store and I sat on it and read a book. This man still has my mold covered left handed softball glove at the house where I grew up.  A few weeks ago, I asked him why was he keeping it and in Freddie fashion, he took the glove out of my hand and put it right back where I had gotten it from. That was the end of that conversation. When I realized I wanted to be writer, it was my Daddy who got me a typewriter, then a word processor and my first laptop. He suffered though the sound of a dot matrix printer going off in the middle of the night because I was printing my "book."...

 Marlboro County High School was established in 1989. All of the high schools in Marlboro County became a big powerhouse, for sports at least. I mean, the school has struggled with educating the county from the start, you know because Marlboto County is the l east educated county in the state .  If you grew up in Marlboro County, you've always been told to give back to your community, never forget where you came from and always represent your home in a positive light. Do you know who does that spectacularly? Marlboro County High School principal, Dr. Jamane Watson. His hire as principal was a historic one. Watson graduated from Marlboro County High School in 1996.  He is the first alumni from the school lead it. He told SCnow.com  in 2020: “It means a lot because students who attend the school can see someone who walked the same halls they do, had some of the same teachers they do, came from similar backgrounds that they have, that they can make it,” Watson said. “I ...

  Look inside: Can’t Hide Love , the final Richardson Sister’s book. It’s Alex’s turn.    No matter what, the four very different Richardson sisters always uphold their family’s reputation and legacy—a historic bed-and-breakfast in Charleston, South Carolina. But romance that one sister never saw coming will up-end all their expectations . . .   She's the responsible sister, making sacrifices to run the family’s treasured B&B. But for once, Alexandria Richardson decides to take a vacation—a singles’ cruise, where she throws caution to the wind. And the handsome stranger she meets is just what she needs to make every moment sizzle—for all seven wildly sexy days. Energized and refreshed, Alex returns home—only to discover her holiday hottie is also the renowned architect tapped for the B&B’s major renovation project. How is she supposed to manage a business—and an all-consuming desire?   Wesley Prescott knows how easy it is to put success above everything ...

  Sports writer Nina Richardson has covered a certain Carolina football team and she remembers what happened when then starting quarterback Cody Cameron called her sweetheart at a press conference. Nina Richardson was pissed. The sportswriter had never felt more disrespected or more angry in her career. Did this quarterback just call her  sweetheart  in the middle of a press conference? Her male colleagues chuckled and tried to hide it behind coughs. Nina gritted her teeth and fought the urge to roll her eyes. Be the professional,  she told herself as she looked at his garish outfit. They weren’t in some nightclub; she was doing her damned job and he dismissed her question about his poor play and three interceptions with a sexist quip. “Sweetheart, I’m going to get a suggestion box and put it outside this door and I want your suggestions about my route accuracy to be in there.” Nina’s mouth dropped.  Oh, I have a suggestion. You might consider not mixing plaids ...

Spend Valentine's Day in Elmore, South Carolina.  Hot single dad Cool sexy neighbor A Mustang And desire. . . #AnotherChanceToLove .99 this week on Kindle! Buy Here!

Winston, Winston,  Winston . . . Jessica Davis  Last week Charlotte's revolutionary city councilmember showed the city and all the Black women across the Queen City that the misogynoir is strong in this one.  It's clear that Charlotte's establishment is afraid of Jessica Davis, who is Black, brilliant and full of fresh ideas that would:  take the shine off a mayor that may or may not be purchased by developers, a city councilman who's claim to fame is getting arrested and going viral and the old guard who hasn't had a fresh idea since Cash Money took over for the 99 and 2000s.  If you don't support Black women and elevate Black women, you aren't pro Black. Full stop.  Some Black folks don't throw up the power fist for Black women And if you don't do your job on city council, maybe it is time for you to go. You can't change a system when you block people from participating. Braxton Winston said about abstaining from his vote to have Davis fill the...

Growing up in a small town, I know there are so many stories there. Of course, there's the gossip. Phone lines burn up when Sally Mae gets a new car, but her house in foreclosure. Then there's Mr. Graham and his secret family two counties over. But outside of the gossip, there is so much love and devotion in the small towns. Since I grew up in one, I had a good time creating one, Elmore, South Carolina.  Not too far from Columbia, the state capital, yet close enough to Myrtle Beach for a romantic getaway. This is the kind of town where you can come back for a second chance at love, a new career or to reclaim the one who got away.  I wrote three books in Elmore and I hope you take a moment over the holidays to check them out.  J ust Can't Get Enough (Published 2007)  Both down-home sweet and seductive, Cheris Hodges's new novel is about breaking the rules, going back home. . .and finding more than your heart's desire. . .  Celina Hart had security, a steady job,...