Whatcha Reading Wednesday: Swinging in the New Year

For anyone who is married or has ever been married, you know that sometimes married couples reach a point where the sex becomes predictable and maybe even a little boring. Some of these couples seek couples therapy to improve their sex lives, and some step outside the marriage to get what they're missing at home...but would/have you ever tried swinging as a means to bring the spark back into the bedroom? 

Synopsis:

Valerie and Daryl Watson (from My Secret Life: Confessions of a Housewife) overcame the obstacles when she cheated on him with a strip club owner/pimp, who also briefly turned her in an escort. Almost losing the love of her life after she told him the truth, Val vowed to never do anything that would put her marriage in jeopardy after Daryl forgave her. 
However, as good as things are between them, one thing remains the same- sex with her husband is extremely boring and predictable. 


When a friend invites the couple to attend her New Year’s Eve party swingers party, Val is excited about going, but she knows Daryl is not having it. Will she convince him to try something different for a change, or will this latest wild idea of hers to bring some excitement into their lives, have Daryl packing his bags and leaving for good? 

Click the link to get your copy for 0.99 cents or read FREE on Kindle Unlimited on Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Swinging-Year-Holiday-Romance-Book-ebook/dp/B00R80ICGO

Sample Sunday...an excerpt from my upcoming novel: Sweet Taboo

Hey y'all..am I the only one who is glad Christmas has come and gone? I don't know why, but I just couldn't find my Christmas spirit this year, but oh well. 

Today, I want to give you a little sample of a novel that I wrote earlier this year. I had plans to have it released by the publishing company I was briefly signed to, but when those plans fell through, it's just been sitting in limbo (along with a few other projects I've started). Something kept telling me that I should not let this book just sit there in my computer documents, collecting dust, so I made the decision to self-publish it. **this is not the final version, scenes may be changed before book is released**

Synopsis:

The clock is ticking and Naomi Henderson is running out of time. Her 20 year class reunion is quickly approaching, and she’s determined to have a husband to flaunt in her ex-best friend and arch-nemesis, Laura Nixon’s, face. 

After a string of failed romances and bad luck forces Naomi to move back in with her widowed father, she’s shocked to find that not only does her dad have a new woman in his life, she’s white. As the family blends together, Naomi meets her step-mother’s nephew, Matthew. Not impressed in the least bit by her new family members, she wants nothing to do with these new people who have taken up space in her dad’s life and home. But no matter how much she tries to avoid Matt, the romantic tension between them is undeniable.  

Just when it looks like Matt has potential to be her white knight in shining armor, tragedy strikes, and Naomi quickly learns that while love may be blind, color isn’t. She’ll be forced to choose between the man she loves and a society that still isn’t accepting of interracial relationships once racism rears it’s ugly head.

Excerpt:

As soon as I made it downstairs, I knew something was odd. The television was on and there was noise coming from the kitchen. With daddy and Donna already gone, I thought someone had decided to break in. I looked around, trying to find something to protect myself with. My eyes focused on the iron fireplace tool set. 

I quickly ran over and grabbed one, then slowly made my way into the kitchen. Tightly gripping the long handle of the shovel, I crept towards the kitchen on my tippy toes. 

The refrigerator door was open and whoever was in here was humming a song to himself. Robbers are bold these days, I thought. They break in a persons home, then decided to raid the fridge and fix a damn snack before they leave…where they do that at? My heart was beating really fast, and beads of sweat formed on my forehead in anticipation of what was about to happen. Whoever was in the kitchen was either going to kill me, or I was going to kill him, but I wasn’t going out without a fight.

The intruder closed the refrigerator door just as I held the shovel over my head, ready to strike. We both yelled once we saw each other. I’m the take action first, ask questions later, type of girl, so I brought the shovel down hard over the head of who I now saw was a white guy, who was wearing only boxer brief underwear as soon as he closed the fridge and turned around.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my father’s house?” I yelled, preparing to hit him over the head again.

He held his head with a painful look on his face. “Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’m asking the questions here, and you still haven’t answered mine.” I went to strike him again, but he managed to grab the shovel before I hit him. 

He tossed the shovel across the room. The spot where I’d hit him over the head was already turning a dark purplish color. “I’m Matt. Do you always go around assaulting people with fireplace tools?”

“Do you always break into people’s homes then decided to fix yourself something to eat before you go, while wearing nothing but your damn drawers?” I shot back.

“First of all, I didn’t break in here. My aunt gave me her key. I’m staying here for a couple of weeks while my place is being painted and…”

“Your aunt? Who, Donna?”

“She’s the only aunt I have who lives here,” he snapped sarcastically while rubbing his forehead.

I simply stared in shock. Daddy hadn’t mentioned anything about this to me. “My father didn’t mention anything to me about you being here while they’re gone.”

“That’s because you were already asleep by the time I got here last night.”

My mouth was still open in shock, but it was also open for another reason. Matt was fine as hell! My eyes did a quick scan of his body, from head to toe. The very first thing I noticed about him were his piercing blue eyes and the sexy, smoldering squint he had, which kind of reminded me of how Clint Eastwood used to look in those old Western movies I used to watch sometimes with daddy. He had a tanned, buff chest, chiseled abs, and the bulge between his legs that was covered by the thin cotton material, was quite large and very noticeable.

“Oh,” was all I could say. I felt a little a little silly and embarrassed that I’d ran up in here like a mad woman and hit him over the head. “I’m sorry for hitting you; I thought you were a burglar.”

He pushed past me, bumping my shoulder as he walked by, still holding his head. “Whatever. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go find something for this headache I have now, thanks to your freaking paranoia.”

“I said I was sorry,” I yelled as I watched him as he walked out of the kitchen. He has a nice butt, too. Wait, what am I doing? I don’t know this boy from Adam. He could be lying. I headed upstairs in search of my cell phone. I needed to talk to daddy, ASAP. 

Steve Harvey's Mistake at Miss Universe Pageant Sheds Light On What's Wrong With People

By now we've all heard about Steve Harvey's BIG mistake announcing the winner of the Miss Universe 2015 Pageant last night. ICYMI, watch the  video below:

Sooo, yeah...that was awkward as hell, not only for the contestants, but also for Steve. Now, because we live in such a hateful world, people are coming for Steve's head...like I literally just saw a comment on Twitter that said he should be killed. First of all, it ain't that damn serious, people. The man made a mistake...it happens. I will be the first to admit that by the time I even thought to watch the pageant, they were already down to the top five ladies, so there wasn't a whole lot of buzz about the pageant anyway...not on my social media timelines. When I saw this, sure I posted about it...I mean, they let Miss Colombia stand there basking in the glory of being crowned the winner for all that time, then they were like, "Oops, my bad..we're gonna need that crown back." Yeah, that was really bad, and I, along with other people commented on it. I felt bad for the actual winner having to stand there listening to the crowd booing at the fact that she was the real winner. But I didn't feel any hatred or animosity towards Steve Harvey. I watch his shows often, and while he can be a bit self-righteous sometimes, he's a good guy, and it was obvious he felt horrible about what happened. He even took to social media to apologize...but of course there are some people who still have an issue with that. 

That they would rather have let Miss Colombia walk away with a crown and title that she didn't earn, rather than to have had Steve realize his mistake, and announce on live television that he'd made a mistake and let Miss Phillipines have her moment- which she deserved- says a lot about our society. Everybody wants something for nothing. Colombia, while beautiful, didn't wow me with her answers to her questions. Did you really listen to her (and the interpreters) answer when asked why she should be the next Miss Universe? 

It wasn't great. But people don't care that the woman who deserved to win would have walked away last night in second place...as long as they got what they wanted, right? YOU people are why our society is so fucked up. Why so many kids walk around feeling entitled to things they haven't worked hard for, why Donald Trump seriously thinks he should be POTUS. That sense of entitlement has seriously needs to stop, like ASAP. 

Now, y'all want Steve's head on a platter, and for what..because he made a mistake and apologized repeatedly for it? As usual, the cowardly internet racists and bullies have another reason to hide behind their phones and computers to make nasty comments (no surprise there) Like seriously, get over yourselves and shut the hell up because NOBODY cares about you. I'd bet all $20.00 in my bank account that none of you spewing off silly, immature, racist comments would ever say it to Steve's face (or any other black person for that matter). That says a hell of a lot more about your character than it does about his. And for those of you who think he's killed his career....please. This man is a brand, a mogul. He has hosted many shows (Showtime At The Apollo, multiple awards shows, Family Feud, his own talk show) Steve is not going anywhere anytime soon. He has shown that he is human and has a soul, unlike some of the people I've seen on social media. Someone with no soul would have walked away last night after realizing his mistake, and not said a word, to save face. You are the one's who should feel ashamed and embarrassed about this whole situation, not Steve. Check yourselves. 

Women Crush Everyday: Serena Williams Spokesperson of the Year

Okay, Serena is doing it. Her major accomplishments on the tennis court have earned her the coveted title of Sports Illustrated Sportsperson of the Year. In spite of all the hate that's been thrown her way (being called a man, people with nothing even remotely interesting going on for themselves rejoicing in the fact that she lost a major tennis match earlier in the year, and other dumb criticism simply because she's a woman of color doing her thing) she's still come out on top by ignoring the hate, and not responding to white Americans who are intimidated by her. In spite of her accomplishments, some people still refuse to give her props. For instance, people are seriously outraged that Serena (A PERSON) won SportsPERSON of the year over American Pharaoh... a horse. (insert side-eye)  

It can't be easy constantly being baited by internet thugs who are rooting for you to fail, but Serena has remained classy through it all, and love her or hate her, she's definitely at the top of her game. Eat your hearts out haters. Congratulations Serena...you definitely deserve it! 

FREEBIE ALERT

'TIS THE SEASON FOR SWINGING??

Hey, y'all. Since it's close to Christmastime, I've decided to give readers a free book. It may be cold outside, but this steamy novella is sure to get you warm. Swinging in the New Year is actually a sequel to my very first novella, My Secret Life: Confessions of a Housewife. I decided I wasn't down with Val & Daryl's story, so I revisited them.

In My Secret Life, Val was bored with her sex life with Daryl, and in an attempt to bring some excitement into her life, she ended up in some pretty bad situations. Luckily, Daryl forgave her, but have things improved any, or is she still miserable, having lackluster sex with Daryl? I've included the synopsis below and again, it's FREE until Sunday, so make sure you get a copy.

Synopsis:

Valerie and Daryl Watson (from My Secret Life: Confessions of a Housewife) overcame the obstacles when she cheated on him with a strip club owner/pimp, who also briefly turned her in an escort. Almost losing the love of her life after she told him the truth, Val vowed to never do anything that would put her marriage in jeopardy after Daryl forgave her. 
However, as good as things are between them, one thing remains the same- sex with her husband is extremely boring and predictable. When a friend invites the couple to attend her New Year’s Eve party swingers party, Val is excited about going, but she knows Daryl is not having it. Will she convince him to try something different for a change, or will this latest wild idea of hers to bring some excitement into their lives, have Daryl packing his bags and leaving for good?  

Amazon Link: http://www.amazon.com/Swinging-Year-Holiday-Romance-Book-ebook/dp/B00R80ICGO

Sample Sunday: A Chance Seduction

 A CHANCE SEDUCTION AVAILABLE NOW ON KINDLE

EXCERPT:

“Can I help you?” Imani’s voice snapped him out of his inappropriate daydream.

“I…uh…yeah; I have a package for you?” he stuttered. What the hell is wrong with you, man? his inner voice said. Chance, the irresistible ladies man is at a loss for words…I can’t believe it. 

Chance shook whatever effect Imani had on him off, and got himself together. No woman had even been able get and keep his attention like this…not with her clothes on. Imani hadn’t even done anything particularly sexy, yet he extremely turned on right now.

“Didn’t your mama ever teach you that it’s not polite to stare?” Imani asked as she walked towards him.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it; the view was too nice for me to look away. I don’t know many men who wouldn’t stare at an ass like yours,” he said in the most seductive voice he could muster up.

Imani smirked as she reached for his handheld computer so she could sign for her package. Something about knowing that Chance had been staring at her ass, and that he was obviously a little flustered, made her happy. “You’re such a smooth-talker; I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Yes…but this time, I mean it. As a matter of fact, all you really need to do is look down to see how much of an effect you had on me just now.” he responded.

Imani shifted her eyes downward. Her eyes widened when she looked at his crotch and saw the bulge pushing against his work pants. She gulped hard to keep from drooling, and without realizing it, she licked her lips. Daamnn! Why was it so hot in there all of a sudden?

“You want this?” Chance asked walking towards her.

“Yes, I want all of it,” she answered. The naughty thought she’d had in her mind slipped out of her mouth, instead, and she wished she could take her words back.

Chance laughed out loud. “I’m flattered; but I was referring to the box; do you want it here, or would you like me to take it to the back for you?”

“Oh!” She felt sooo stupid at the moment. You really need to get it together, girl. “Y-you can set it here on the table, I guess.” Did she really just tell this man she wanted his dick? She couldn’t even look at him as she reached for the box he was holding.

Her fingers brushed against his as he handed it to her, and she could swear he deliberately grabbed her finger. She looked up at him, and saw the unmistakable lust in his eyes. Her breathing picked up as they stared into each other’s eyes for several seconds. She nervously licked her lips, which had suddenly become dry.

“Do you always lick your lips when you’re nervous?” Chance asked her.

“Who said I’m nervous?” Imani asked as she set the box on top of one of the dining tables. She attempted to use her nails to peel back the packaging tape from the top of the box.

“Let me help you,” Chance said. He came up beside her and removed a box cutter from his pocket.

Imani admired his muscular forearms as he opened the box. She wanted to use her tongue and trace the veins that snaked down the insides of them. When he turned to face her, she got a whiff of his cologne. Curve. She recognized it immediately. Kyle used to wear that same cologne. For some reason, it smelled so much better on Chance, though.

Whenever Kyle would wear this cologne- before she found out what a snake he was- it used to instantly turn her on. There was something about this men’s fragrance that was so seductive, and those same urges she used to get when Kyle wore it, she was starting to get them now.

Not realizing that she was doing it, she leaned in closer to Chance, inhaling his scent. Damn, he smells so good. She wanted to lean in closer, smell his neck, and maybe even lick it. Would he think she was weird if she did that?...

Writer Wednesday

Last week, I released my #African-American romance novel, A Chance Seduction. I've gotten lots of downloads on Kindle Unlimited, but no reviews yet. I really want to know how you feel. It's important to me as an author to know if I'm writing books that readers either enjoyed or even if you didn't, I won't know what to improve upon if I never get feedback. If you have read it, drop me a few lines on Amazon pleeaasssee...if you haven't read it, #1Click it for $2.99 or read FREE on Kindle Unlimited. I've included the synopsis below. Happy Reading!

Synopsis:

Love is risky business…

After her whole world suddenly comes crashing down around her, Imani Monroe builds a brick wall around her heart, and throws away the key, giving up on the notion of finding love. Opening a sophisticated supperclub is just the distraction she needs to stay away from men, like the charismatic Chance Alexander. Despite the hard outer shell she has around her, the smooth-talking delivery guy ignites the dying flame of passion inside her that she’d forgotten existed.

Chance is a love’em & leave’em type of guy, who thinks the notion of love and monogamy is for suckers; but there’s something about Imani that has his nose wide open. The attraction between them is obvious, but Imani is putting up a good front, pretending not to be interested in having anything more than a business relationship with him. Never one to back down from a challenge, he’s willing to bide his time- until she gives in and lets him rekindle the sexual fire within her.

http://www.amazon.com/Chance-Seduction-J-L-Sapphire-ebook/dp/B018IZ7IJE/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1449090649&sr=1-3&keywords=Jl+sapphire