Coming Soon: Extracurricular Activity by ME!!!!

I have a few projects that I'm working on. I finished The Hookup, my first book to be released under Blackhouse Publishing. I had expected to have that one released on July 28th, but due to issues with the editor being back up, it's been pushed back to hopefully, September 1st, my birthday!

In the meantime, I've also finished a BWWM story, called Sweet Taboo- no estimated release date on that one, since it's also to be released under Blackhouse. Also, I'm currently writing Extracurricular Activity, which will be released under my own Lady Virgo Publications. I hope to have it released around the end of September or early October. I absolutely love this cover, which was designed by the very talented Amb Aija Monique of AMB Branding, one of the best graphics designers out there. I've included a brief synopsis of the book below. Stay tuned...

Synopsis: 

After the extravagant wedding- the beautiful photos, cutting the cake, the first dance while staring lovingly into each others eyes, and an expensive honeymoon- then you enter into the real world of marriage. And for anybody that's married or has ever been married, you know that sometimes, the wedding day was the last time you shared any romantic feelings towards your spouse.

The couples you're going to read about have found out that marriage is hard and now that the honeymoon is over, they have fallen out of love, like, and lust with each other, so they've decided to step outside their marriages for a little 'extracurricular activity', seeking the passion they once felt for their spouses.

But just like in a marriage, the sexual spark fizzles out in their steamy affairs, and they quickly learn that what's done in the dark always comes to the light eventually, and that's when the real trouble begins

Book Review: Naughty 2: My Way Or The Highway by Brenda Hampton

I went against my better judgement and read book 2 in Brenda Hampton's Naughty series...now I know why people say, "Always follow your first instinct." I wanted to throw my Kindle against the wall so many times while reading this book. Luckily, I didn't. Instead, I would calmly put it down, and walk away until I could stomach these characters some more, which is why it took me longer then usual to finish it.

Synopsis:

Jaylin Jerome Rogers is back, and he's naughtier than ever!

After his marriage proposal is rejected by the only woman he's ever loved, Jaylin has come to the conclusion that women are only good for one thing. Now he's on a mission to fulfill his desires at all costs, and any woman who gets with him is in for a rough ride. Still, no matter how disrespectful or cruel he has become, his wealth, good looks, and talent in the bedroom make it easy for him to have a new playmate for every night of the week.
Just when Jaylin thinks life is perfect and everything is going his way, a past lover delivers a shocking message to him. This staggering revelation sends him traveling back down memory lane, and Jaylin realizes that the women he disrespected are the very women he needs.
Will Jaylin finally learn that it's not all about him, or will he be forever naughty?

Review:

This book and the characters just made my head hurt. I literally can't stand Jaylin, and I found myself having to remind myself several times that he's just a fictional character. The women are so dicmatized, it's ridiculous and I could no longer feel any ounce of sympathy for any of them when Jaylin mentally, emotionally, sexually, and physically abused them, because they allowed it. Just when I told myself I cannot and will not read another book about these silly, simple-minded people, Brenda threw a monkey wrench at the end of the book, and my curiosity has me wanting to know what will happen next, although it will probably be a while before I do. I mean, I get it- I've been foolish in love a time or two myself. Most hopeless romantics usually are. I've stayed with men who had no intention of ever treating me the way I wanted to be treated, just like Jaylin. But even I knew when to say, enough is enough...AND MEAN IT! These chicks kept whining about how horribly Jaylin treated them and disrespected them, but the minute he initiated sex, they folded so quickly and easily, I just wanted to scream. Jaylin and his buddies represent everything in men that I absolutely hate. Women are just games and objects to them. They fall in love based on looks and who's better in bed, and they've all slept with the same women, so the sitting around comparing notes about the women they've shared (or plan to share) just made me sick. These men would never get a second glance from me. I can spot a dog a mile away, and money or a big, uh, package, doesn't get or keep my attention; unfortunately, the same can't be said for Nokea, Scorpio, Felciai, Daisha, or any of the other female characters in this book. 

Rating:

I give this book four stars, if only for the fact that the author was able to get so many emotions from me while I was reading, meaning she did her job. I have never literally gotten a headache while reading because the characters were so stupid and nauseating...

Nobody will ever make me believe Sandy Bland killed herself..

I sit here typing this post through blurred vision from the tears falling down my face. Ever since #SandyBland was found dead in her cell three days after a traffic stop led to her arrest, the media has tried to paint her as the aggressor of the situation that resulted in her death- as they always do anytime a black man or woman is killed in incidences involving the police. This time was no different. The officer pulled Sandy over for failure to signal...okay, I get that. Initially, he was going to let her go with a warning, until she exercised her First Amendment right to free speech, verbally challenging not only the officer's authority, but his manhood & even bigger ego.

In the video, Sandy was clearly agitated at having been pulled over. She's mouthing off about being stopped, which is still not a crime. The officer- seeing that she is already upset- decided to use the fact that he had authority over the situation and decided to toy with her a little. His line of questioning about why she seems agitated and asking if she was okay, had nothing to do with the reason why he pulled her over, and this strong-minded woman let him know that. The turning point, and the moment that went from the officer being amused by her snappy comments to becoming angered by the fact that this woman dared talk back to him, came when he told her to put the cigarette out. And her refusal to do so set everything off. He tells her to get out of the car. Her saying no resulted in him opening the door and dragging her out of her car, completely violating her rights. You can hear her challenging his authority in the video below:

For all of you conservative bigots on social media who wanna say, "She should have just followed orders," I have one thing to say: FUCK YOU! I have seen with my own eyes and heard with my own ears many white folks not only talk back to police, but blatantly tell them they know their rights, and refuse certain orders, so miss me with that. She had the same rights you have, and even though she was talking back, she did nothing to warrant the way she was treated by him. I've been pulled over a few times before, and while I find most officers rude and arrogant, I know the best way to avoid trouble and a possible ticket, is to just keep my mouth shut, which is what he expected Sandy to do...only she didn't.

She did nothing wrong that day. She stood up to a bully- a man who was stronger than she was, had a weapon, and authority over her. And like most bullies, he couldn't handle the fact that the person he was attempting to exercise control over- both mentally & physically- refused to go down without a fight. He wanted to get a negative reaction from her, which is why he kept trying to bait her by commenting on the fact that she was obviously agitated. To show her he was the boss, he demanded that she put out her cigarette, again, wanting a reaction from her and when she gave him the reaction he wanted, he seized the moment to open her door, pull her out of the car and onto the ground. And still, Sandy kept fighting back- with her words. She couldn't overpower him physically, but she gave him a verbal ass whipping...again, something he couldn't handle, and obviously wasn't used to. She can be heard saying, "Oh, you feel real good about yourself, don't you?" which bruised his fragile ego. She knew he was wrongfully restraining her, which is why she kept thanking the person recording the confrontation...they both knew that she could and would sue his ass in court, and win. It's that realization that led to the officer telling the person recording the video to leave. He's on a public highway, not doing anything, yet he's being ordered to walk away. He didn't want his crime being recorded. Thankfully, it was. From experience, I know that any time a woman stands up to a man who's attempting to control and overpower her, and verbally attacks his manhood, she'd better be ready to fight for her life. That's what Sandy did...unfortunately, she lost that fight.

We will never know how she ended up dead in her cell. The police will have you believe that she was high at the time of her autopsy, and that she somehow managed to get a plastic trash bag in her cell and hang herself, but that excuses is faker than a two dollar bill. In the days since her death, I've watched the video series she posted on her Facebook page called #SandySpeaks, where she was an advocate for #BlackLivesMatter. I got chills when I watched a video she posted back in April, in which she is in tears as she praised God repeatedly for sparing her life after she'd been involved in a car accident and walked away unharmed...only to turn around and be found dead in her cell a few weeks ago after being dragged from her vehicle. The movie, Final Destination immediately came to mind as I realized she avoided death a few short months ago, but it came back for her, and this time succeeded in taking her life. 

Watch the video below: 

The woman in the video above- who keeps saying over and over "God is good" for sparing her life- is not a woman who wanted to die. She was strong and passionate in her truth and beliefs, and even though the cops who killed her, and the media want us to believe that she was suicidal in the days and weeks prior to this, nobody will ever make me believe this woman killed herself, especially not after watching this video.The woman looking into that camera on her video series, saying exactly how she felt about the genocide of black people, was not suicidal or depressed. I've been suicidal and depressed. It's a horrible feeling thinking death is your only option. And I've felt that way more than once in my almost 37 years of life. Everybody has had moments in life where things weren't going well, and we felt overwhelmed by life in general. Sandra may have had moments in her life where she thought of taking the easy way out, but again, from personal experience, I know that better and brighter days are ahead. I look back on those times where I thought of just giving up, and I'm so glad I didn't, because I'm happier now than I've ever been in my entire life. 

So again, Sandra Bland did not kill herself. Regardless of what past problems she had, she had too much to live for, and she realized that.  Her family says she was due to start a new job. She had a life and a purpose, but her life was taken before she could see what lay ahead of her. The woman in the initial traffic stop video was a fighter. If she was going to fold and be the weak female the officer expected her to be, she would have never responded with a snappy comment when he told her she seemed irritated, which was his way of being an asshole, just because he could. Below is the final video that she posted. Watch, share, and discuss it with as many people as possible. They can't keep doing this to us, y'all. Because our justice system is a joke and has failed black people too many times to count in the past, I have no faith in that system that we will ever know what really happened to her in her cell. We'll get the version of the story they want us to believe, but any fool can see the truth. 

We have to make our voices be heard, one way or another, and that's what Sandy did, until she was silenced forever.

Author Promo Video

I don't measure my success by that other authors or doing or have done. To me, success is anytime you have a dream, and you take the necessary steps needed to make that dream become a reality. 

I've always been an avid reader, which lead to me writing stories of my own. I had stories o in notebooks and saved on my laptop, with no clue as to how to go about getting them published. Once I learned there was such a thing as self-publishing, I Googled any and everything I could find to show me how to go about self-publishing my own work. It's not easy...I've spent many long hours locked away in my room, unintentionally neglecting my family so that I could write, sometimes late into the night. 

Once I published my first book on Amazon, I have not stopped writing. I found a way to turn my hobby, into a business, and I don't plan on slowing down any time soon. Below is a video of what I've accomplished so far. Whatever your passion is, stop wishing and start DOING!!!! You never know what you can accomplish once you take the first step. 

#BeYourOwnBiggestFan #MakeSomethingHappen #DreamsCanComeTrue

Serious Questions I want/need answered about Scooby Doo

It's a lazy Sunday and as I'm channel surfing, I came across Scooby Doo on Cartoon Network. This cartoon has been my favorite since I was in like, the third grade. It's one of  those tv shows that instantly transports you back to your childhood, when everything was easy breezy, life was plain and simple. I didn't have kid's, bills, husband's draining the life out of me slowly (sarcasm) My biggest worry was doing math and spelling homework, what I was going to wear to school the next day, or occasionally, doing small chores around the house. 

But as I'm watching my favorite throwback cartoon, I realize that watching this through the eyes of an adult, things just don't add up or make sense to me, like they did when I watched as a child, and I'm going to talk about those things in this post.

1. Where the hell were these kid's parents? No, for real...where were they? I know this cartoon debuted back in the late 1960's, but I have a hard time believing that four kids and their dog were like, "Mom, dad...I'm dropping out of school, and I'm going to run off with a few friends of mine so we can drive around the world, solving mysteries," and the parents were like, "Okay!" These days, if kids miss too many days of school, a note is sent home, and the parents better have a good excuse as to why there are so many unexcused absences, or they may find themselves fined, in jail, or both. No to mention, CPS will definitely come for you. 

2. Assuming the parents gave the nonchalant, Kanye shrug after the kids either told them they were quitting school to become teenage sleuths, did the gang decide to just take off with only the clothes on their backs, without packing a suitcase, or what? Because for the entire series, which originally lasted from 1969-1971, they all wore the same clothes...every episode. Okay look, so for two or three years, they were the Mystery Inc. Gang.. on the road winter, summer, spring, and fall. So, they expect us to believe that Daphne and who I now know to be Velma (I'll explain this later) ran around in those mini skirts and no coats? It gets pretty nippy from October-February...the winter months, so why did we never see them in pants or jackets? And also, if we're to believe they all wore those same smelly clothes, day in and day out, did they never run across a laundry mat? When, where, and how did they bathe, if ever? 2 smelly guys and a dog all on that van...I can only imagine.

3. Okay, back to VELMA- ever since I was eight years old, watching Scooby Doo in the mornings while mama did my hair for school, I thought her name was Thelma...like Thelma Evans on Good Times. It wasn't until very recently that I learned that I had been wrong, all along. I was in Walmart one day, and they had Barbie doll versions of all of them, and I see Velma. I was like, who at Mattel messed up and put the wrong name on the box? Then I find out, I was wrong...childhood ruined. Who names a child Velma, anyway?

4. Okay, I think everybody over the age of thirty has come to the conclusion that Daphne and Fred were getting their freak on. Y'all know he ALWAYS wanted her to go off with him...ALONE...you do the math. But, since they had a thing going on, I wonder if Shaggy and VELMA got tired of being third and fourth wheels, and engaged in a little hanky panky of their own? And what did poor Scooby Doo (see what I did there) while the humans were off being mannish? In most of the horror movies from the seventies, the teenagers were all having sex, which is why they were always getting killed, so it's not too far-fetched to think that these teenaged cartoon kids were gettin' it on too. Inquiring minds really wanna know...

5.  Keeping it all the way real, there were two girls in the gang. And, thanks to Eve eating the fruit in the Garden of Eden, women have been subjected to the dreaded menstrual cycle, right? So, again, are we to believe that even during that time of the month, Daphne and Velma were happily gallivanting around in shorts skirts with no worries, having happy periods, like those chicks in the Tampon commercials, because I ain't buying it. Cramps, bloating, fatigue, backache....not to mention that when it's that time of the month, all I want to put on are baggy sweats and the biggest, baggiest t-shirt I can find...I wouldn't be solving any mysteries for a week out of each month, so what did they do during that time? Did they sit in the truck and let the other's handle it? 

6. Did they get paid to solve mysteries? I mean, they were four kids and a rather scary dog, with no weapons or anything to defend themselves from the monsters, witches, and ghosts, and while they could be considered brave, I wouldn't have been doing the police's job for them...not for free. Police have weapons..they don't; so if they wanted me out there chasing men in scary masks and costumes, somebody needs to come up off of a few coins. How did they have gas money to fill up the mystery machine so they could go solve more mysteries, if they weren't getting paid? How did Shaggy have money for his weed and all that food he ate? Who sold him the weed? That stuff costs money...

7. Since we're on the subject of Shaggy, was he really the stoner that we all thought he was? I mean, he stayed eating anything and everything in sight, yet was really skinny..a dead giveaway. Plus, he just always had that blank, nonchalant look about him, like he was thinking, "I really don't give a damn about these ghosts and monsters, I just wanna go get high..." He smoked so much weed that when he really got the munchies, he'd pull a Deebo, and take the dog's snacks...it didn't even matter to him. Poor Velma; if she did ever hook up with him, it had to had been out of pure desperation. 

I guess that's why cartoons are created for the kids...they don't give a second thought to dogs that can talk, or to kids who should be in school, but are driving around the world together, instead. As a child, I didn't think about any of these things either. But as an adult, I'm concerned. If my 16 year old son is not home at a certain time, I go into panic mode, so did their parents really just not care, or what? I'll probably never get the answers to these questions, but I'll always wonder...  

   

Why Future Is The King of Bitchassness...

Okay, I've been out of the dating game for about eight years now, and a lot of men were just too exhausting to deal with back when I was still single and looking, so I would imagine that it's only gotten worse. We all know there are still some good intelligent, black men out there, but sometimes it's hard as hell to get to them. Women have to kiss a lot of frogs to finally get a prince, and even then, we hope we won't look over one day and find a creepy, slimy toad where the man we married used to lay. But, even though I haven't been in the game, I still talk to single women, and read what they post on social media, and it seems that the men in the dating pool have only gotten worse... and by worse, I mean they have turned into whiny, petty, immature little boys, which is where the prase bitchassness comes in.

I first heard Diddy use this term on his show, Making The Band, and didn't really think much about it; but here lately, every time I look on social media and see yet another interview where Future is still talking about Ciara, that's the only phrase that comes to mind. 

So, in case you don't know the story,  I'll try to give a brief recap: Future was the love interest in Ciara's video, Body Party (the video where she did the sexy strip tease routine in front of him, rolling around and gyrating all over the floor) So, as with most famous folks, they fell in lust on set, and began sleeping together. At first, I thought they were a cute couple, until I learned that Future already had three other chirren, by three different women. This obviously didn't bother Ciara, as she became baby mama number four a short time later. Now, they were supposed to be getting married (because something about B.M. *baby mama* number four had Future supposedly wanting to settle down). All the B.M.'s were even posing for family photos together, with claims that they all got along with each other, and were one big happy family...kind of like some Sister Wives ish. Then, as suddenly as the engagement was announced, it was called off by Ciara, after she learned that Future had cheated on her, although I'm not sure if it was with one of the three prior B.M.'s or future B.M. number five. Anyway, Ciara was heartbroken (although most people felt she shouldn't have been shocked at all), as she was now the newest member of the Single Mom's Club. Even though she definitely should have known, I still felt sorry for her, because I too fell for a few wannabe bad boys back in the day, only to end up looking stupid in the end. So, I rooted for her to bounce back, and maybe find herself another man that would treat her right, because all women over the age of thirty-five once lived by the philosophy that 'there's no better way to get over one man, than to get under another one.' Okay!!!

So, now that you're caught up on the Future/Ciara love scandal, it seems Ciara lives by this philosophy too, because she didn't waste any time finding her a new man. Before we could even finish speculating on exactly who Future cheated and probably impregnated next, Ciara rolled up to the White House States Dinner on the arm of Russell Wilson- cute, NFL player for the Seattle Seahawks, 2013 Superbowl winner & 2014 Superbowl contender, Russell Wilson- definitely an upgrade from Future- the talentLESS rapper/wannabe thug. People were cheering for Ciara like she'd played the game of chess with Future, and was when she won the match, she gave face like, 'checkmate bitch,' as she posed for photos with her new beau, Russell. And in typical, bitchass fashion, Future is NOT happy about it.

Ever since it was announced that Russell and Ciara are indeed a couple, Future can't shut up about her. First, he went on and on about how he didn't care that she'd moved on and upgraded- even though he cared enough to make that statement. Next, he did an interview with @MarcLamontHill, where he talked about their sex life after he was asked what he thought about the fact that Russell and Ciara have made the decision to wait until they're married to have sex. Rather than avoid the question, he had to put it out there that Ciara hadn't minded doing the nasty with him...before they were married, in that douchebaggy way...letting it be known they had a sex life, and seemingly mocking the fact that Russell chooses to wait. As if that wasn't bad enough, now he's playing the ultimate bitchass card: complaining about the fact that Russell was seen pushing his and Ciara's son's stroller one day when they were out. If this boy don't get somewhere and sit his ass down. Future got fifty-eleven chirren, he doesn't give a damn about that...he just wants to have something to bitch about in regards to Ciara...the girl he cheated on, so he can stay relevant, while at the same time, hopefully drum up enough publicity so people will buy his next wack album. 

I've seen things like this on tv before (i.e Ray J and the fact that every time he needs to become relevant again, he brings up his sex tape with Kim Kardashian) Hell, I've even dealt with it in my own life. Men HATE to see a woman move on before they do, and especially with someone with more class, better looks, and more money than he has, and that's Future's problem. I'm sure he's screwed a few THOT's- during and after his relationship with Ciara- but he still can't stand the fact that rather than go get some random guy who probably only wanted to see what she was like in bed, she got a GOOD MAN- one who went on record saying he'd wait until they married to have sex. Now, I personally think that all bedroom talk shouldn't be the media or the public's business, but the key words Russell used were "after we get married" meaning, there's a possibility that it could happen one day. Whether his relationship with Ciara is real or a publicity stunt (as some people believe it to be, mainly Wendy Williams) Russell seems to be quite smitten with him some CiCi, and it's making Future roll around on the floor, throwing a temper tantrum, like the immature child that he is- BITCHASSNESS!!!!!

I've always known that men like to gossip about what they do in bed with their women with their homies, and it may or may not be the whole truth by the time the story gets told; hell, women kiss & tell sometimes, too. But, when you start telling any and everybody who will listen about your sex life with someone, especially when it's on national television and after the relationship is over and the person has moved on, it makes you look bitter, spiteful, and stalkerish. As Wendy Williams likes to say, nobody's checking for these pathetic men, and they weren't relevant until they got with a woman who was. And nobody was checking for Future or his wack music, until he got with Ciara. Ray J. was and still is a nobody, but that sex tape with Kim will always get him a little attention, whenever it's brought up. Nick Cannon had his own coins before he married Mariah, I'll give him that; but he mentions her name so much on Wild'n Out, he acts like making jokes and wisecracks about her is the only way to make people pay attention to him, because we love us some Mariah, dahhling! 

All of this makes me wonder, what happened to the real men? It's like they're becoming extinct, a dying breed. Between reading up on the relationships of the rich, famous, and wannabe famous, and listening to girlfriends talk about how hard it is finding a half-way decent man these days, I'll forever be single if I ever get a divorce, because I simply can't and won't deal with the bitchassness from these boys. I'm sure in the time it took me to write this post, Future has done yet another interview about Ciara. He's not fooling me at all. He knows what he's doing- he's hoping that all the interviews and comments he keeps making about Ciara, will eventually cause a rift between her and Russell..because most men would rather leave a woman, than to deal with crazy ex-boyfriend/husband drama, even if he really likes her. The whole, "she shouldn't have Russell around my child," is just another way to try to control her...

I just hope Ciara doesn't fall for it. That's the oldest trick in the book, and pathetic losers like Future know that if he plays that card, it'll make Ciara feel bad about moving forward with her relationship with Russell. I only pray she doesn't fall for it. Ciara girl, I know you're not reading this, but in the unlikely event that you are, don't fall for it. The minute you dump Russell, or he leaves you because of this, Future has won. He'll be on his merry little way with B.M. number 8, 9, 10, while you're old and alone. Live your life, girl because you had no real future with your sperm donor.

Book Review Kai's Aftermath (sequel to My Man's Best Friend) by K. Elle Collier

Book Two in the My Man's Best Friend series picks right up where book one left off and while book one was a great read- full of drama and scandal- this one was just okay and I could have done without it...but I read it so, here's my review: 

Blurb:

Kai, Todd and Alana are back in this sequel to My Man’s Best Friend, which ended with Kai's surprise pregnancy. Kai’s Aftermath picks up with Kai relocating to New York City with hopes of putting her life back together as she awaits the birth of her child. Back in Chicago, Alana is busy with her new relationship with Todd, her budding acting career, as well as a devious master plan to trap Todd into marrying her. But it all comes to a screeching halt when Kai drops a bombshell of her own. The news puts Alana’s new life with 
Todd and her master plan in a tailspin, one that she must fight to recover. K. Elle takes you on yet another turbulent ride in her sequel ‘Kai’s Aftermath’ which will leave you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.

Review: 

I give this follow up to My Man's Best Friend a 3.5. I didn't really get the need for the three additional characters: Toni, Jessica, and Patrick, but it was obvious they all had their own secrets from the moment they were introduced. Todd was confused and weak, as he was in book one...easily manipulated by Alana, who's the typical self-centered, beautiful train wreck. Any fool can see she doesn't love Todd, she loves his money and what he can do for her, so she's up to her old tricks again in this book- trying to make sure Todd doesn't leave her for Kai, who is dealing with being pregnant and alone in a new city. She meets Toni, the owner of the building she moves into and who seems way too friendly from the beginning, who later reveals a life changing secret to Kai, which has the potential to affect her future with Todd. The story read a little slow in some areas, and there were way too many noticeable errors and mistakes in this book, so an editor was definitely needed. However, I am interested enough to read part three, to see what happens with Alana.

Rating: 

#BookReview #KaisAftermath #KElleCollier 

High Definition Rendezvous (short story)

I love to read short stories, and I love writing them even more. However, since Amazon Publishing is making it harder for authors who write short stories and novellas to sell them on their site, I've decided to place all of the short stories I've written in one book. Most of the shorts I write are available on Kindle only, as they're not long enough to be put into paperback, so this will be a great way for my readers who only read paperback books to be able to read my short stories, as well. This is one of the stories that will be featured in Extracurricular Activity- a collection of short stories about married couple's who are sexually frustrated, and seek a little excitement elsewhere...enjoy!

High Definition Rendezvous: 

“I’m coming,” Shanice yelled as she tripped over a box while trying to run to the front door. She pulled the door open and found herself staring into a pair of hazel  eyes. Damn, she thought to herself. The cable guy is kind of fine. 
“Hi, are you Shanice Cannon?” he asked.
“Y-yes,” she said once she was able to speak. She glanced at his name badge. His name was Eddie and he was with the satellite television company. She and her husband, Quinton had just moved into town and the very first thing she did was call the company so she could have her tv service. 
Quinton was an emergency room doctor and he often worked long and late hours, leaving Shanice home to entertain herself. They didn’t have any children yet, although they had been trying to have one. She had her own business as a photographer, but when she wasn’t taking family, baby, and wedding photos, she was often home…alone…with nothing but the television to keep her company.
“Great. I’m here to install your satellite dishes and connect your service.” He looked down at the clipboard he was carrying. “It says here that you’ll be getting two receivers- one in the living room and one in the bedroom?”
Shanice shook her head. “Yes, that’s correct.”
“Great. Well, I’ll do what I need to do outside first, then I’ll come inside and work my magic. That cool?”
Shanice’s eyes did a quick up and down glance of Eddie’s body. I’ll bet you can work some magic, she thought as she noticed his bulging, tattooed biceps peeking from underneath his short sleeved shirt.
“That’s fine,” she said. She watched him turn and walk to his van to gather his work equipment. Even in the uniform slacks he was wearing, she could tell he had a nice, round ass. Lord have mercy, she whispered as she closed the door. 
She went into the living room and began unpacking some of the boxes. She hadn’t realized she had so much stuff until it came time to move it. She removed some of her Swarovski crystal figurines from the pieces of newspaper she’d wrapped them in to protect them during the move, and began strategically placing them in her curio case. Quinton had given her a crystal ballerina when they’d first started dating over six years ago, and she’d been collecting them ever since. She’d just placed a few figurines in the curio, when the doorbell rang.
She ran over to the door and peeked through the peephole. It was Eddie. She held the door open for him as he carried his equipment in the living room. 
“Nice place,” he said looking around.
“Thanks. Maybe it will be once I get everything unpacked.”
Shanice went back to unpacking while Eddie went to work. After she’d finished with her figurines, she set up her step ladder, and grabbed a hammer so she could hang her round, Herringbone framed mirror over the fireplace mantel. She climbed onto the very top of the ladder and pondered exactly where she wanted it, then marked the spot with a pencil. She’d leaned the mirror against the wall and once she knew where she wanted to hang the mirror, she reached for the hammer and a nail. She reached down for the hammer, and that’s when she noticed the nails were still on the floor. She groaned inwardly as she realized she would have to climb back down. 
Maybe it was because she was afraid of heights, or the fact that she’d been having really bad headaches and dizzy spells lately, but when she looked down, she became light-headed, and before she could stop herself, she was falling backwards. She closed her eyes and prepared to hit the floor, but a pair of strong arms broke her fall before her body slammed into the hard floor.
“Whoa, are you okay?” Eddie asked as he cradled her in his arms.
Shanice was dizzy, alright; but not from the headache. Whatever cologne Eddie was wearing was intoxicating and making her even more lightheaded than she already had been a minute earlier. “Uh…y-yes; I’m okay. I’ve been having dizzy spells lately and I just lost my balance.”
“It’s a good thing I was here to protect you; that fall would have knocked you out and given you a concussion for sure.”
Shanice and Eddie’s faces were inches away from each other. Both of them were breathing hard, although she was sure it was for different reasons. “Yep, it’s a good thing you were here. But, I’m fine now.”
“Yes you are,” Eddie said staring into her eyes.
“So…you can put me down now,” Shanice told him.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” Eddie said setting her down. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked as she stumbled a little. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her, worried that she might fall again.
“I’m fine.”
“Here, why don’t I hang that mirror for you before you break it.”
Eddie climbed the ladder and Shanice handed him the nails. He found the pencil mark she’d made, indicating the spot where she wanted it, then he took the nail from her and hung the mirror.
“Thank you,” Shanice said as she stood back and admired his handiwork. 
“No problem. So, I’ve got the receiver hooked up in here; if you’ll show me to your bedroom, I can get started in there.”
“Cool. Follow me.”
Eddie followed Shanice up the staircase. She was a petite little thing, probably no taller than 5’2, but she had the curves in all the right places. He watched her ass as she climbed the stairs. I wonder is it’s as soft as it looks, he thought to himself. 
“It’s right in there,” Shanice said turning around suddenly. 
Eddie had been staring at her butt so hard, he walked right into her when she suddenly stopped and turned around. “Oh, sorry. I-I uh…guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
Shanice smiled at him. Eddie noticed the dimple she had in her left cheek. Damn, she’s beautiful, he thought to himself. Her husband is one lucky man to cuddle up to her every night.
Shanice unpacked a few things around the bedroom while Eddie worked. He was fine and all, but she wasn’t about to leave a strange man alone in her bedroom. She busied herself with unpacking some of her wall art while Eddie did his job.
“So, what’s Mr. Cannon do?” Eddie asked, making small talk. The silence in the room was awkward.
“He’s a doctor.”
“Wow…a doctor, huh? Must be nice.” he looked over his shoulder at Shanice, who was leaned over removing some items from a box. He admired her round ass in the tribal print leggings she was wearing. She was in the perfect position for him to walk up behind her and slide his dick in between her plump butt cheeks.
“Sometimes. It gets lonely though,” Shanice said. “He works at the emergency room, so he’s gone most of the time. Sometimes, I think he prefers it that way.” Shanice wasn’t sure why she'd let that tidbit of information slip out of her mouth. It was true though. Lately, on the rare occasion Quinton was home, he seemed annoyed or distracted. She assumed his attitude had to do with work, so she never said anything. She did notice that whenever she tried to hug him or kiss him, he pushed her away. He often made her feel like he didn’t want her, he just hadn’t came out and said it.
“I’m sure you’re imagining things,” Eddie said. “As sexy as you are, no man in his right mind would want to be away from you for too long.”
Shanice actually blushed. It had been a long time since a man had given her a compliment. “Thank you.”
They stared at each other for a few intense seconds. She licked her lips nervously. The quick gesture made Eddie’s dick stiffen as he imagined her tongue gliding across his manhood. Chill out Ed; she’s a married woman, he silently chastised himself.
“Well, I guess I’m done here,” he said. “You can watch all the high definition television you want now. Do you need me to show you show you all the features, or you think you can manage?”
Having this sexy man in her bedroom was making Shanice feel some type of way. “I think I can manage,” she said.
Eddie removed a business card from his shirt pocket. “Okay well, if you start having any problems with the receivers or just questions in general, feel free to call me on my direct line.”
Shanice took the car from his hand and looked at it. “I’ll do that,” she said.
She turned and left the bedroom, with Eddie following behind her. She walked him to the front door and held it open as he grabbed the rest of his equipment from the living room floor. 
“Oh, no more climbing up on ladders,” Eddie told her before he walked outside.
She smiled shyly. “No more climbing ladders,” she agreed.
She watched Eddie walk to his van and wondered of he had a woman that he was going home to. Why she got slightly jealous as an image of him making love to another woman crossed her mind, she had no idea. She closed the door and went back to unpacking.

***

Shanice walked back upstairs and began going through some more boxes. She worked for hours until she had one more big box left. She sat on the floor and began removing items from the box. Most of the things inside were Quinton’s. She found an old photo album containing pictures of them when they’d began dating and she smiled as she reminisced about how happy they’d once been. 
Some of the clear pockets in the album had more than one photo in them, so she removed the pictures so she could see the one’s behind it. Her mouth dropped when she found three more pictures….that weren’t of her. They were naked photos of two different women. She didn’t recognize either one of them. She quickly flipped through the other pages of the album and removed the top photo to find even more pictures of naked and half-naked women in provocative poses. What was worse, Quinton was in a few of the photos with some of the women.
Tears burned her eyes as she looked at her husband in sexual positions with these women. She flipped the photos over and read the writing on them. There were dates on each picture, some as recent as a few months ago.
I guess that’s why he doesn’t seem too interested in me, she thought angrily to herself. Here she was, being the perfect little understanding wife, and her husband was out screwing other whores. She didn’t have proof that he was fucking them, but the pictures were very convincing. 
She placed the pictures back in the album the way she’d found them, then headed over to the bed and sat down. She was mad as hell right now, but she also had to be reasonable. She couldn’t exactly leave Quinton…not right now. She loved her job as a photographer, but she would have to find other means of employment to be able to make a living for herself. Quinton had always knew he’d become a doctor and one day planned to have his own practice, so he’d made her sign a prenup when they’d gotten married. Without proof of infidelity, she would walk away with nothing. 
But you have proof, she thought to herself. She jumped up off the bed, grabbed the photo album and her purse, and headed to Walmart to make copies of the print photos. He thinks he’s so damn smart, she thought to herself. But, he wasn’t smart enough not to get the pictures printed. 

***

Just as Shanice walked back inside the house, her cellphone vibrated, indicating that she had a text message. 
It was from Quinton: I’m working late tonight; don’t wait up.
“I’ll just bet you are,” Shanice said out loud. 
She headed up the stairs and into her room, where she hid the photos in a safe place until she was ready to use them. She sat on the side of the bed and her eyes fell on the business card Eddie had left her earlier. She remembered the way she’d felt so safe and secure in his arms when he caught her, and the way her heart skipped a beat as he’d stared her in the eye. 
You know you want to, she thought to herself as she looked at the card, debating on whether or not she should call him.
She jumped up and ran into the adjoining master bathroom and stripped out of her clothes. She took a quick, hot shower, then went back into the room and rubbed her good Victoria’s Secret Passion Struck body lotion all over her, then followed that up by spraying her body with the spray in the same fragrance.
She looked at the clock. It was close to seven o’clock. Would he be off work by now? There was only one way to find out. She picked up her phone and the business car ad dialed his number.
“Hello?” Eddie picked up on the first ring.
“Eddie? This is Shanice; you were here earlier.”
“Hey, Shanice. Are you having problems with the receiver already?”
“Umm…yeah; I kind of am,” she lied.
“I’ll be there if fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Shanice giggled to herself as she went downstairs to wait for him. The doorbell rang exactly fifteen minutes later. 
Eddie’s mouth dropped wide open when Shanice opened the door. She was wearing nothing but a black bra and panties, thigh-high fishnet stockings, a garter belt, and sexy high heels. He felt his dick twitching in his slacks. Shanice was serving plenty of cleavage and he licked his lips as he looked at her flesh. “What seems to be the problem?” he asked once he was able to find his voice.
“The receiver in the bedroom won’t work, for some reason. Can you take a look?”
“I sure can.”

Eddie stepped into the foyer and closed the door behind him. Shanice turned and walked up the stairs, and he followed her. The way her ass jiggled in the skimpy underwear was more than he could take and his Johnson was throbbing, but he played it cool.
Once they made it into the bedroom, and Eddie saw that the television was playing fine, Eddie knew what time it was. “I thought you said the receiver wasn’t working?” he asked as he looked at Shanice.
“Well, I had to make up some reason to get you back over here,” she said seductively. 
“Well, I’m here; now what?”
“Do you really need to ask?” Shanice asked as she held her arms out as if to say, come and get me.
“I wanna hear you say it,” Eddie said as he walked closer to her and stood in front of her.
“I want you to make love to me, Eddie.”
Eddie grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to him. He leaned in and kissed her slowly. He sucked her tongue and bottom lip as they deepened their sensual kiss. His erection got harder as Shanice moaned into his mouth. He lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Carrying her to the bed, he tossed her onto the bed playfully. 
He removed her shoes, then pulled her stockings down. He took each of her toes into his mouth and sucked them. He then began kissing his way back upwards, gently biting and sucking the insides of her thighs. She moved her thong to the side and sampled her pussy. She tastes as sweet as I thought she would, he thought to himself. 
After he completely removed her skimpy lingerie, he laid on his back and had her straddle his face. Shanice held onto the headboard ad Eddie French kissed her swollen lips and tickled her clit with his tongue. She threw her head back and rode his face as he squeezed her butt cheeks. Quinton had never ate her pussy like this. He acted like he was scared to do it half the time. The other half of the time, he only did it long enough to get her wet so he could fuck her and go to sleep.
She shuddered and felt her body go limp as she came hard, filling Eddie’s mouth with her juices. She rolled over and fell onto her back on the bed, out of breath from the explosive orgasm.
“Oh no; I’m not done with you yet,” Eddie told her as he quickly undressed.
Shanice licked her lips as he dropped his pants and freed his dick from his boxer briefs. It was long, thick, and standing at attention. Shanice got up on her knees and crawled over to the edge of the bed. Eddie walked closer to her, and she reached out and stroked him. She took him inside of her mouth and began sucking him. Eddie was so big, she couldn’t fit all of him inside her mouth, but she did the best she could.
Eddie looked down at Shanice as she wrapped her red lips around his member. As shy as she’d seemed earlier, she was the total opposite now. She gave him head like a pro; she even licked his balls. The way she moaned as she sucked him greedily made him bust his load into her mouth sooner than he’d anticipated. And she swallowed every bit of it.
He grabbed a condom from his pants, rolled it down his shaft, then climbed on top of her. Shanice had other plans. She rolled them over so that she was straddling him. “I’m in charge of this ride tonight,” she said.
“As you wish, ma’am,” Eddie said as she inserted him inside her and began grinding her hips on him. He grabbed her waist as she rode him up down, around and around. He thrust his hips upwards as she bounced on him.
“Ahhh…I’m coming,” Shanice yelled.
Eddie was determined to hold back until she got hers. He didn’t have to wait long. A few seconds later, she rained all over his dick. With a couple of more humps, Eddie followed suit.
“Damn, girl,” he said as she rolled over onto her back. “I guess it’s true what they say.”
“Who’s they; and what do they say?”
“That it’s the seemingly sweet and innocent women who are the freakiest in bed. You seemed so timid earlier…I never would have dreamed you would be like this.”
“Is that a good or a bad thing?”
“It’s a great thing,” Eddie said kissing her lips.
They laid in each other’s arms a little while longer, then Eddie got dressed to leave. He wasn’t sure what Shanice’s reason had been for fucking him in the bed she shared with her husband, but he wasn’t trying to still be in bed with her when the husband got home; that’s how people got shot.
“So…is there anything else I can assist you with, ma’am?” he asked after he’d gotten dressed.
“No; I think you fixed my problem. I’ll be sure to call your supervisor and tell him about the great customer service you provided first thing Monday morning.”
“I appreciate that. Well, I guess I’d better get going.” He helped Shanice off the bed and pulled her body into his. They shared one last sensual kiss before he turned and left the room. 
Shanice walked him to the door and watched him leave. Quinton wasn’t the only one with secrets. She had planned to go see a divorce lawyer first thing Monday morning, but she decided to wait a little while. In the meantime, anytime she needed to be serviced, she knew exactly who to call.

It's Christmas in July, and I'm feeling generous...

Since it's #ChristmasInJuly I'm giving my readers Passionate Christmas Kisses for #FREE for a limited time on Kindle. This is not the typical, cookie-cutter, Hallmark holiday romance read. It's a contemporary, untraditional, BWWM romance...think Girlfriends meets Sex and the City.  

Synopsis:

What’s worse than spending Christmas alone? Spending it alone after finding out that the guy you’ve been seeing for the past year has a fiancee...

Raquel Stevens is no stranger to a broken heart and this latest fiasco with Jasen has pushed her over the edge. She vows to leave men alone indefinitely, even though it means she’ll continue being the butt of her family’s jokes for never having a man-or being able to keep one for very long- which is why she avoids her family at all costs. However, after her philandering ex threatens to come over to her place if she doesn’t respond to his calls, she decides to leave and head home for the holidays-so she won’t be tempted into caving and allowing Jasen back into her heart and her bed.

While at home, she meets Michael-a friend of the family- and the attraction between her and the Puerto Rican cutie is instant. Raquel shades him & tries to avoid him at all costs, refusing to fall victim to another smooth talking man and end up looking stupid...again.
No matter how hard she pretends to be though, she’s unable to resist Michael’s sexiness and charm and she gives in. Michael ignites a fire in her heart-and between her legs- but she still carries a torch for her ex & she’ll have to make a choice between the two men. 

Will she choose Michael-a guy she barely knows- or stay with Jasen and end up burned again?

http://www.amazon.com/Passionate-Christmas-Kisses-Holiday-Romance-ebook/dp/B00PHHST4K

Book Review: Naughty- Two's Enough, Three's A Crowd by Brenda Hampton

This book here...all I could do was shake my head. Before I give my review, I must say that I have never disliked a male character in a book as much as I did the main character in this book series, Jaylin.

**CONTAINS SPOILERS**  

Blurb:

Jaylin Jerome Rogers, an investment broker worth millions, lives a high-class life with plenty of women to share it with. Nestled in his lavishing home in Chesterfield, Missouri, he captures women with his wealth, charm, nine-plus inches of goodness and amazingly good looks. Although his bed is never empty, his heart is. He feels nothing for the women who love him dearly and continues his search for the "perfect" one. When Scorpio Valentino, an attractive, seductive and charming woman saunters into his view, she offers Jaylin a life of altering changes. Her intention is to make his life a living hell, however, Jaylin is not about to take the fall. Surprisingly, soon, love presents itself. Not for the women in Jaylin's life, but he experiences love through becoming a father to Scorpio's five-year-old daughter, Mackenzie. She's his guardian angel and is there for Jaylin through the tough times he's bound to face.

Review: 

From the beginning of the book, I HATED Jaylin and that didn't change as the story went on. He's young, successful, and sexy, but also a whore, a womanizer, and woman beater. He's already stringing two naive women along when he meets Scorpio..a stripper and bigger player than he is. And being the idiot that he is, Jaylin thinks he's in love with her, and kicks his other two women to the curb...temporarily. In his stern, nonchalant manner, he manages to convince all three women that he'll find time for them all, until Nokea- the one he truly has feelings for- leaves him and ends up with his best friend, Stephon. I was rooting for Nokea and Stephon, but he proved to be a bigger man whore than Jaylin. With all the lying, two-timing, and creeping going on, I see why so many single people choose to stay single. These characters threw out the word love, like it was going out of style...all the while, still creeping around with any and everyone they could. Jaylin seems to get his act together by the end of the book, but it still wasn't enough to make me like him. With all that being said, this was a great story, and I will definitely be reading this series to find out what happens with these crazy people.

Rating:

#BookReview #Naughty #BrendaHampton #UrbanBooks 

Book Review: Forever His Fool 2 by Carla Pennington

Forever His Fool 2 picks up right where part one left off..and it's even more crazier than the first.

Blurb: 

Paulette is fed up with the hurt, pain and drama that Darryl has inflicted upon her life. She is determined to toss him the deuces and move on. Riding on an old tale that the best way to get over someone is to get under another, Paulette thinks this is the way to go. In her case, she has two prospects, Warren and Grant. She juggles with settling for just one. Will Darryl make it easy for her to leave him? Are Warren and Grant the true knights in shining armor they appear to be?

**Contains Spoilers**

Review: 

SMDH is all I can do at this book. At first glance, Warren seems like every woman's dream, but a sista like me has been around the block more than a few times, and I knew it was only a matter of time before his skeletons fell out of the closet. No man is that perfect. But even though he seems to have it all, and is willing to share all that he has with Paulette's silly behind, she's still hung up on Darryl- the same Darryl who is not only married, but has a few other women and kids on the side; the same Darryl who rapes and abuses her whenever he sees fit; and the same Darryl who tries to kill her at the end of the book. It's really hard to feel any kind of sympathy for Paulette, at this point. She still has Grant, who wants to whisk her away to another country and fulfill her dreams, but something tells me he's not all he seems to be, either. Just when it looks like Paulette is moving on with her life, we learn that's not the case. Not only has she still been creeping with Darryl, she learns that she's pregnant...but Darryl beats her behind, causing her to miscarry...and she still loves him. This book was drama on top of more drama, and at this point, I predict we'll be reading about Paulette's funeral by Book 3, which I really hope is coming soon. 

Rating:

#BookReview #CarlaPennington 

F.Y.I. bigots, you probably shouldn't work in customer service...

So, I just experienced racism, firsthand, in Walmart here in Nashville, AR where I live. First, let me start off by saying that if you have an issue with treating people fairly, you should choose another job. 

It's Friday-payday and 4th of July weekend- so Walmart's cashiers and lines are slower than ever. People could barely even walk by, because the lines were backed up with four and five customers with huge buggies full of items, per line. I only had a few things, so I thought it may be quicker to take those few items to the service desk, if the lines there weren't full as well. There were two service desk cashiers, so I walked up behind this one woman who was checking out. I thought, "I'm in luck, I won't have to wait long," because she was almost finished. When she left, I walked up to the counter, only to have the cashier named Shirley (a white woman), tell me she couldn't check me out. I'm like, "Why not? I just saw you check out a lady (white BTW) before me. She says, "You need to go wait in line," then calls over to a different line and tells another woman (also white) that she'll check her out. 

I'm looking like, is she serious? I thought it was first come, first serve. This customer was in a different line with her things, but Shirley refused to check me out. So, I waited in a line next to the service desk, while I watched her check out the woman she called over. Once she was done with her, I was like, "Okay, now what excuse do you have for not checking me out? Nobody else is in line?" Y'all, this woman blatantly ignored me, as if I wasn't even talking to her. She started acting like she was looking at some things on the service desk, trying her best to keep her head down so as not to look at me, because I was staring her dead in the face, waiting for an explanation as to why she wouldn't check me out. Then, the phone rang, so she dashed over to answer it, probably thankful for the distraction. By that time, it was finally my turn to check out at the register I was at, so then all of a sudden, she's not busy, and checks out another person who came to her register.

I really wanted to tell her ignorant ass off, but I had my 11 year old daughter with me, so I kept my cool, but that left a very bitter taste in my mouth. Just a few weeks ago, a Black woman who's been a manager at this particular Walmart for years, was fired because some employees claimed she was racist; well, they need to send Shirley packing as well, because she didn't even try to hide her ignorance or her prejudiced and biased attitude. I was so mad, I was shaking, and I did look at her name badge, intending to call management, but I know that complaining to the managers, is like talking to the air; because I've worked at this particular Walmart for about two years, and it's not just Shirley at the service desk who acts this way towards their non-white employees, which is part of the reason why I quit years ago. 

F.Y.I. racist bigots- if you obviously don't like people of color, you need to find another JOB. I posted this on my Facebook page, and was going to just let it go, but several people told me that I needed to get the word out there, even if it meant calling corporate, because what she did was ignorant and racist. So again, this was Walmart in Nashville, Arkansas...and they have employees like Shirley who decides who she will or won't wait on. I guess my skin was the wrong color for her to decide to help a paying customer. I, like many people, have a couple of reasons why I HATE shopping at Walmart...and ignorant heifers like her at at the top of the list. Funny thing is, I am also a cashier at a different business, and any little thing that I do or don't do, some folks can't wait to go to management to complain, and I'm promptly reprimanded...but I know this won't be the case here. Nothing will happen to Shirley, even is I do go higher up and notify corporate, but I wanted to put her and her horrible customer service on blast anyway. 

**Update: I called and talked to management and was told the cashiers name is Sherry, not Shirley. Anyway, she just said the issue would be addressed...but somehow, I doubt it will.**

#Walmart #Employees #BadCustomerService