Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Website: The Selfie Review

Run, don't walk to go check out TheSelfieReview.com which launched on Monday. It is the brainchild of an author who had been turned away by reviews many times due to not being traditionally published. There is a stigma in the literary community about self-published authors not being "real" or "legit" which is all bullshit because 1) writing makes you an author, regardless of who you publish under and  2) numbers are real and they don't lie. It's great to see folk out here ignoring the nonsense and carving a path anyway.

WE’RE HERE TO SERVE THE “SELF”-PUBLISHING COMMUNITY THROUGH HONEST REVIEWS, WRITING RESOURCES AND FEATURED FICTION OF EMERGING AUTHORS. FOR READERS, WE FILTER THROUGH THE BUNCH TO HELP YOU FIND SELF-PUBLISHED JEWELS TO ADD TO YOUR COLLECTION.


I was asked to be the first featured author and did the interview thing and errythang. Can't lie, I was kind of nervous but I powered through it like the G that I am. You can find my interview here. It was fun and cool as hell to see my words all bright and shiny like people actually give a damn about what I have to say. Seriously, go check out the website. The flash fiction, little snippets of writing by various authors, is some good shit.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Sample Sunday



An excerpt from my next release No Games Allowed coming some time this summer. It's unedited and subject to change. Enjoy. :)


Suddenly Thomas’ gaze flickered to something over my shoulder and his face split into a wide grin. He stood up and moved quickly in the direction of the house. I raised my eyebrow at Frannie in question but she remained silent as she gestured with her chin. I swiveled in my seat, tossing my arm over the back of my seat and craning my neck to see what had Thomas so excited. At the same time I saw the reason I heard Thomas call out an “Ayyyee” in an easy, relaxed way I only knew him to speak around one person.
He pulled his right hand all the way back and slapped it hard against Derrell’s in a way that looked and sounded painful before pulling him in for a tight hug that lasted fifteen seconds at least. Thomas pulled back and I could tell from the way his head was moving that he was speaking to his friend. Derrell nodded and it looked like he was responding but I couldn’t read his lips from across the yard. Thomas pulled him into one more hug before releasing him from the embrace only to throw his arm around Derrell’s shoulder and begin taking him around the yard to the different groups of people. I turned back to my cousin and startled when I saw her already looking at me.  
I took a breath and patted my chest over my heart. “Why is Thomas all over Derrell like that? I know they’re serious about their bromance but he’s acting like he hasn’t seen him in years.” 
Francesca cocked her head and eyed me for a moment before answering my question. “For him it probably feels like years. Derrell has been M.I.A. for a hot minute.” 
That was news to me. I’d notice his lack of attendance at the monthly barbecues but I was too busy being grateful for his absence to ask any questions about it.  “Oh, really?” 
She nodded. “Yep.” 
“What’s a hot minute Frannie?” It was anyone’s guess on how long she meant. I’d used the phrase to indicate both thirty minutes and three weeks. 
Francesca pursed her lips and rolled her eyes upward as she thought on it. “Um… at least a couple months.” 
My jaw dropped. “A couple of months!” I was almost screeching. 
She shrugged nonchalantly as if she hadn’t just dropped a bomb. “Or more.” 
“Or more!” I definitely screeched that time. My chest hurt. It might be arrogant to assume but I prayed his absence wasn’t because of me.  
“Bitch, why are you yelling?” 
“’Cause you’re sitting your ass there and telling me that your husband’s best friend has been in the weeds for two or more months like that shit is normal.” I paused before voicing my fears. “He hasn’t stayed away because of me has he?” 
“No, of course not.” 
I wanted to believe her but the deadpan way she answered me was suspect. I opened my mouth to get confirmation when a shadow appeared over me. Francesca looked over my shoulder similar to how Thomas did about fifteen minutes ago but this time I was hesitant to turn around. My gut twisted and I just knew that Derrell was standing behind me. Unable to continue facing Francesca without looking like a complete bitch I slowly turned in my seat and as soon as my eyes landed on him my mouth went dry. 
Derrell looked good. Scratch that, he looked fine as fuck and even better than I remembered. He wore a light gray button down that was rolled up at the sleeves. The first four buttons of his shirt were undone but the shirt hung in such a way that the gap merely hinted at his solid pectorals instead of exposing them for my greedy eyes. His khaki board shorts were snug on his waist but loose around his thighs and on his feet were Sperry topsiders with no socks. He was dressed for the warm weather we were having and at the same time he managed to look like he stepped right out of a catalogue. His usually close cropped hair was longer and fuller but still brushed into waves and his barber had to have recently blessed his head because his edge up was fresh and those crisp lines were sexy as hell. My gaze ran lazily up his body and just as I began my perusal of his face Francesca cleared her throat. 
“Hey Derrell, long time no see.” 
I stopped my ogling to glance at her sharply. I narrowed my eyes at her but Derrell’s tenor washed over me and I swung my head back to him so quickly my vision swam for a second. 
“What’s up? How’re y’all doin’?” 
I blinked rapidly until I only saw two men standing there instead of four and took that opportunity to finally catch a glimpse of Derrell’s face. His beautifully plump lips were curved into an impersonal half smile and his chin and cheeks were still smooth and free of facial hair. I cursed silently at the sunglasses that covered his gorgeous amber-brown eyes. Even though he said "y’all" I couldn’t tell if he was talking to me but even though I couldn’t know for sure I felt like he was looking at me. I turned around to take a sip of my drink. 
“I’m glad you decided to join us and stop letting women run your life.” 
At Francesca’s words I choked and started coughing. Thomas reached forward and lifted one of my arms above my head while patting me roughly on the back. I felt embarrassed as hell and glared at my cousin. 
“What the fuck Frannie?” 
Francesca rolled her eyes. “What? I just mean that his girlfriend keeps him busy most weeks so we haven’t seen him in ages. Ain’t that right Derrell?” She smiled up at him with faux sweetness but he didn’t respond. 
Girlfriend? 
My gut twisted even more but I ignored it and took another slow sip of my drink. 
Francesca stood up and gestured to the cluster of cushioned wicker furniture where we sat. “Why don’t you have a seat and catch us up on what’s been going on with you?” 
Derrell shook his head and took a step back. “Nah, I gotta bounce. Thanks for the invite though.” 
Thomas frowned. “You just got here bruh.” 
“I know man but Melissa is in the car and we got moves to make, ya feel me?” 
Melissa? That must be the girlfriend. 
“Damn, well I feel that. Thanks for stopping through, my dude. Hit me up later this week though. I don’t want months to pass before I see you at the crib again.” 
“I got you man.” They dabbed up and hugged before separating. Derrell lifted a hand in greeting toward Francesca and I. 
“Y’all have a nice afternoon.” With that he turned and walked to the edge of the yard before disappearing around the corner of the house. It was then that I realized I hadn’t uttered one word to him the entire ten minutes he stood over here. 
Shit!

Saturday, April 1, 2017

New Release - The Week Before Forever


The Week Before Forever: a JustOneNight.com Short Story is now available for purchase on Amazon. For those following along, this is my third published project. I'm psyched about that but also determined to finished this next project because I'm not about that odd number life.

I hope you enjoy this brief look into Thomas and Francesca's ongoings. If you do, please don't forget to rate it and leave a review. Reviews are very important for indie authors such as myself because they help potential readers decide to buy my book. So, ya know, there's that. Thanks in advance.

P.S. I made this cover and I am so pleased with. When you are leaving a review, mention the cover so I know you stopped here first. (: