The Long Game On Sale

Monday, January 18, 2021

While Amazon is holding the price of my book at $0.99, I figure I may as well capitalize on the sale offer. But before that, I'd like you to sample The Long Game to see if you like it. 😊

Excerpt:

Garth went to the bar, and Vance pulled out a chair and threw his glove on the table. "You avoiding me, A?"

I stared at his glove and directed my question at the crumpled black leather. "Why would you think that?"

"You've never gone off on your own before, unless we're not here. That right there is a clue."

Keeping my tone neutral, I asked, "Have you done something to make me avoid you?"

A shadow passed over his face and he unwrinkled his brows. When he looked at me, his eyes were clear. "Not to my knowledge."

Both of us knew he wasn't telling the truth.

When I drank from my glass again and raised my head, Vance's habitual slouch and easy smile told me he was trying to get over whatever had his boxers in a knot. "So you're coming out with us?" he asked.

"I was gonna sit here and wait, since I need a ride. Sometimes I think we're mad as hell to be out there for five hours at a time."

His mouth curved in a one-sided smile. "Now, you wonder? It's way too late. The time for that was fifteen years ago when we started."

Our eyes met and something passed between us—a connection forged through many years of being in the same space. For a second, my mind went to the times we'd kissed and I lowered my gaze for fear he'd be able to tell where my mind had gone.

I studied my nails, which I'd gotten done yesterday, then picked up my glass. After sipping from it, I opened my mouth again to find Vance had been watching me.

"What is it?"

“Nothing.” With his gaze glued to mine, he shook his head. "Nothing at all."

I pulled my lip between my teeth, puzzled over why the air around us seemed charged.

Vance's hand closed around my wrist, startling me. His touch was gentle, his dark skin contrasting with mine. When I pulled my attention away from our hands on the table and the tremor radiating up to my armpit, he said softly, "You wanna tell me what's going on?"

I shook my head, unwilling to believe the force flowing between us was sexual tension. We'd been there and done that, but his intense gaze said that's exactly where we were again.

Desperate to escape from Vance, I swallowed hard and got to my feet. "I'll be back in a minute."

Was I was having flights of fancy or had I gone crazy? My thoughts churned as I walked away from him. Sexual awareness be damned, no way was I going back down that road with him.

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Sample Sunday - Dominic's Pride

Sunday, January 10, 2021

The next book in the Virtues & Vices series is Dominic's Pride. Look out for it on March 21. You may pre-order at  https://bit.ly/DominicsPride


Nearby chatter interrupted Nick’s trip into the past. While sipping coffee, his eyes met those of the woman who told him a week ago that he got around. 

Seemed like she did too. 

She spoke into the phone, lifted her chin, then smiled. Something about her made him not only want to return the gesture but get closer. Frowning, Nick realized then that he hadn’t thought about being with anybody since he landed. As far as he knew, all his body parts still worked but he’d forgotten how much he enjoyed the chase.

Before he thought about what he was doing, Nick was halfway across the bistro to where the woman sat. He didn’t know her name, but that small detail wouldn’t stop him from reconnecting with her.

“May I?” he asked, pointing to the ladder-back chair.

“Sure.” 

He pulled it out and sat in the opposite seat. She was even more attractive up close. Her eyes were bright and shone with interest, a look he’d seen many times.

“I wasn’t wrong,” she said after sipping from a cup of orange juice.

“About what?” he asked.

She pushed away a saucer with a half-eaten rock cake. “The fact that you’d turn up again.”

He tipped his head to one side as he said, “You were thinking about me, huh?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Or what?” he said. “You’ll take me down a peg or two?”

“I don’t think anything I say will affect you.”

He studied her smooth skin, intense eyes and the braids pulled into a bun on top of her head.

She was right, but he wouldn’t tell her. People’s opinion didn’t bother him. His parents had instilled confidence and self-reliance in him. He just hadn’t bothered to stand on his own. Perhaps because he’d never needed to do so.

He didn’t want to come off as arrogant, so he shrugged. “Your opinion can’t affect me one way or the other since we don’t know each other.” He watched her over the next sip of coffee then said, “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours, pretty boy?”

“I beg your pardon?”

She hid a smile, then said, “You heard me just fine.”

Despite his habit of not letting things bother him, something about her words touched a nerve. His nostril’s flared, but he said, “My name is Dominic.”

“I’m Ashley.” Her smile turned into a grin as she added, “I see there are things that can and do hit a nerve.”

“You don’t know me, so some respect is very much in order.”

She raised one brow. “You’re the one who slid over here, trying to pick me up.”

“That’s not what I was doing.”

Now both her eyebrows levitated. “No?”

“Definitely not.”

She assumed a serious expression, but the light in her eyes betrayed her. “Okay, so why are you here?”

Nick ignored her amused tone. “It would have been rude of me to ignore you once we recognized each other.”

“Right.”

Despite his intention to keep a straight face, he chuckled. “So, how are things going between you and Antonio in terms of repairing your vehicle?”

“The car isn’t mine.” She stared over his shoulder and sat straight. “It belongs to my … ”

He waited, but she didn’t say anything more and her stubborn expression told him he’d be waiting a long time.

“Your friend almost got me in a world of trouble. For a couple days, he wouldn’t answer his phone.” She huffed. “Nearly made me have to set the police on his tail.”

Nick stifled laugher because Ashley didn’t crack a smile. He could imagine the hell she’d given Antonio when she caught up with him.

“I hear a little bit of something foreign in your accent,” he said. “D’you live here or abroad?

“Why d’you want to know?”

He swallowed more coffee and made her wait. “I’m just making conversation.”

“Liar.”

He stared hard at her. “What?”

A slow smile greeted him. “You’re asking because you’re interested in me. Not because you don’t have anything to say.”

He considered that, then said, “Busted.”

They laughed together before she answered his question. “Actually, I’ve been living in Orlando since I was a teenager.”

“So, what are you doing here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She hesitated, then said, “I’m visiting family. Sort of.”

Her response hinted at a complicated situation, so he changed the subject. “How long will you be on the island?”

“Maybe another week or two. You?”

“Same as you,” he said. But the truth was, he didn’t have much to return to, other than debt and stress. Yet, he didn’t see himself staying in Jamaica under Marlon’s thumb. 

“How about going out with me on Friday evening?”

Ashley’s wide eyes reflected his surprise.

Nick’s mouth was moving faster than his mind, but he was grateful when she said, “I don’t see why not.”


Sample Sunday - Sacrifice

Sunday, November 29, 2020

 ðŸŒºðŸŒºðŸŒºSAMPLE SUNDAY🌺🌺🌺

Sacrifice is my latest novel. It's about a Christian couple, who go through a harrowing time after losing their daughter. Here's hoping you enjoy this snippet.

Dane's entry into the room stilled Sophie's thoughts. She realized then that she hadn’t moved from where he left her. He clasped her shoulders with both hands. “I can't know what the problem is if you don't tell me.”

She didn't look at him because if she did, her resentment would be obvious. While he was gone, she’d had a lot of time to think. Sophie wanted to ask so many things but couldn’t come up with the first word to make a sentence. Then the curiosity she couldn't suppress made her ask, “How was Jamaica?”

He tipped one brow as if she had said something strange, but replied, “No different from any other trip.”

“Did you stay with your father?”

Now, he frowned. “Of course, who else would have put me up?”

Her mouth puckered, then she said, “I wouldn’t really know where you were if you had a mind to stay somewhere else.”

Dane released her and took a step back. “Are you accusing me of something?”

“The better question might be whether there’s something you should tell me.”

He stared hard at her. “And what might that be?”

The intensity in his eyes unnerved her and she shrugged. “I’m not the one who would know.”

He cupped the back of his neck with one hand. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but if you have something you want to say, the best thing would be to simply get it out in the open. I don’t get why you’re asking me this now.”o say, the best thing would be to simply get it out in the open. I don’t get why you’re asking me this now.”

She cursed the coward inside her and sighed. “I’m sorry, I just—”

A cough, then a cry echoed from the baby monitor and stopped her words.

Nyla coughed again and they both turned toward the door, but Dane held her in place. “It’s okay, I’ll go.”

He hurried from the room, and she sank on the bed. If she didn’t get her act together, he’d start wondering if she was losing her mind. The pressure of trying to balance work and her anxieties was taking a toll.

Evie was good with Nyla, but sometimes Sophie wondered if she shouldn’t have taken Dane’s advice. He had suggested that she cut back on her days at the clinic, or consult from home, if that would ease her mental strain.

So far, she hadn’t moved on either suggestion. Another example of her tendency to procrastinate.

Nyla’s continued hacking pierced her mental haze and when she rose, Dane met her coming back down the corridor. “I don’t like how she looks.”

Nyla was now blue in the face. She gasped between coughs and tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.

“The nebulizer.” Sophie ran into their bedroom, yanked open the closet door, and reached for the box. “She needs it.”

With shaking hands, she assembled the unit on the dresser, inserted the medicine vial, connected the mask, and strapped it to Nyla’s face.

Dane sat on the bed and cradled Nyla, with lines of concern drawn on his face. After five minutes, his gaze met Sophie’s. She counted almost every second because her eyes kept going to the clock on her bedside table.

Nyla was not improving.

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Sample Sunday & New Release - Sacrifice

Sunday, November 15, 2020

Sacrifice was released on Tuesday and I invite you to read a sample from the book. 

Dane's entry into the room stilled Sophie's thoughts. She realized then that she hadn’t moved from where he left her. He clasped her shoulders with both hands. “I can't know what the problem is if you don't tell me.”

She didn't look at him because if she did, her resentment would be obvious. While he was gone, she’d had a lot of time to think. Sophie wanted to ask so many things but couldn’t come up with the first word to make a sentence. Then the curiosity she couldn't suppress made her ask, “How was Jamaica?”

He tipped one brow as if she had said something strange, but replied, “No different from any other trip.”

“Did you stay with your father?”

Now, he frowned. “Of course, who else would have put me up?”

Her mouth puckered, then she said, “I wouldn’t really know where you were if you had a mind to stay somewhere else.”

Dane released her and took a step back. “Are you accusing me of something?”

“The better question might be whether there’s something you should tell me.”

He stared hard at her. “And what might that be?”

The intensity in his eyes unnerved her and she shrugged. “I’m not the one who would know.”

He cupped the back of his neck with one hand. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but if you have something you want to say, the best thing would be to simply get it out in the open. I don’t get why you’re asking me this now.”

She cursed the coward inside her and sighed. “I’m sorry, I just—”

A cough, then a cry echoed from the baby monitor and stopped her words.

Nyla coughed again and they both turned toward the door, but Dane held her in place. “It’s okay, I’ll go.”

He hurried from the room, and she sank on the bed. If she didn’t get her act together, he’d start wondering if she was losing her mind. The pressure of trying to balance work and her anxieties was taking a toll.

Evie was good with Nyla, but sometimes Sophie wondered if she shouldn’t have taken Dane’s advice. He had suggested that she cut back on her days at the clinic, or consult from home, if that would ease her mental strain. So far, she hadn’t moved on either suggestion. Another example of her tendency to procrastinate.

Nyla’s continued hacking pierced her mental haze and when she rose, Dane met her coming back down the corridor. “I don’t like how she looks.”

Nyla was now blue in the face.

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Black Fiction Addiction Pick for Today

Thursday, October 29, 2020

Guess who's on Black Fiction Addiction today? 


Someone is killing women and the villain’s next target strikes too close to the Kingdom of Durabia.

Dorian “Ryan” Bostwick is a protector and he’s one of the best in the business. When a King of the Castle assigns him to find his former lover, Aziza, he stumbles upon a deadly underworld operating close to the Durabian border.

Aziza Hampton had just rekindled her love affair with Ryan when a night out with friends ends in her kidnapping. Alone and scared, she must find a way to escape her captor and reunite with her lover.

In a race against time, Ryan and the Kings of the Castle follow ominous clues into the underbelly of a system designed to take advantage of the vulnerable. Failure isn’t an option and Ryan will rain down hell on earth to save the woman of his heart.

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Sample Sunday - Knight of Paradise Island

Sunday, October 4, 2020

#SampleSunday #KnightsOfTheCastle

Aziza’s shifting gaze revealed her discomfort. She knew she’d crossed a line. “I went to my apartment.”

“Your apartment?” Ryan massaged his forehead and sighed.

The woman he loved more than anything else had no sense of self-preservation. “I’m still waiting for the rest of it. You know … the part where Akbar chased you.”

“I promised I wouldn’t leave, but—”

He stepped into her space, forcing Aziza to back up. “If I knew all the ends of this case were tied up, I would have told you so. But since I didn’t, I trusted you to keep your word.”

When he looked beyond her, Aziza turned to see what

captured his attention.

Sunita stood in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her worried gaze slid between them, as if she feared the two adults would come to blows.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Go back to bed, we’re just talking,” Aziza said, turning sideways. “We’ll keep our voices down.”

While she spoke Aziza wore a reassuring smile, which fell away when Sunita moved out of range.

Ryan rubbed his jaw, which was itchy. His beard needed tending. “After promising me you would stay here, you left without even a note to say you were going out. I’m definitely not okay with that. D’you know the places my mind went to when I came back and you weren’t here?” 

He waved one hand to encompass the space around them. “The only reason I didn’t start tearing this hotel apart was the fact that the room didn’t look as if someone dragged you out of it.”

Aziza flinched, then murmured, “I’m sorry.”

As his skin heated, he inhaled to calm himself. “I didn’t ask you to stay here because I wanted to restrict your movements. I wanted you here with me because I care about you.” He brushed past Aziza, walked to the sliding door, and stared into the darkness. 

The blackness of the sky would be nothing compared to what life would look like if she hadn’t survived. 

When he faced her and spoke, his voice was husky. “In case I haven’t made it plain to you, woman, I love the very ground you walk on. If anything happened to you, I do not know how I would make it without you.”

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Knight of Paradise Island Coming Soon ...

Thursday, October 1, 2020

My next release, a romantic suspense novel is coming on October 6. Believe me when I say you'll need to buckle in and hang on for the long haul. 😀


Dorian “Ryan” Bostwick is a protector and he’s one of the best in the business. When a King of the Castle assigns him to find his former lover, Aziza, he stumbles upon a deadly underworld operating close to the Durabian border.

Aziza Hampton had just rekindled her love affair with Ryan when a night out with friends ends in her kidnapping. Alone and scared, she must find a way to escape her captor and reunite with her lover.

In a race against time, Ryan and the Kings of the Castle follow ominous clues into the underbelly of a system designed to take advantage of the vulnerable. Failure isn’t an option and Ryan will rain down hell on earth to save the woman of his heart.

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DNA - Today's Sunday Sample

Sunday, August 23, 2020


Here's hoping you've had a great weekend. Enjoy today's Sunday Sample from DNA. 

Squinting at the screen, Russ racked his brain. Dwight. Dwayne. Dean. Dane. Yes. Dane something.

His finger hovered over the mousepad and his stomach turned over, as if he doing something abhorrent … and he was. 

He clicked on Amoy's friends list and opened it up. Halfway through scrolling, he almost gave up but something kept his finger on the mousepad. 

He was almost at the end of close to eight hundred people when he found the man he was seeking.

Dane Whitby.

He clicked on the man's name. Since they weren't Facebook friends, Russ could only see a few photos of Dane.

With his chin propped on one hand, the realization dawned that Amoy had a type. Dane and he fit the mold. The guy kinda looked like him, but was a few shades lighter. He stared at the man's face for a while longer, then clicked away from his page. Then something occurred to Russ and he typed in Dane’s name.

When his picture came up again, a heavy sludge settled in Russ's stomach.

Dane had a sprinkling of freckles across his nose. 

Same as Junior.

It could mean nothing. 

Or it could mean something.

Amoy had freckles, just a dusting across her chest and back.

He studied Dane Whitby in minute detail, while his stomach twisted.

Junior was his mother through and through, but something about this man's eyes reminded him of looking into his son's.

It wasn't possible.

But what if it was?

Amoy wouldn't have done this to him.

But what if she had?

He rubbed his head with both hands, sorry he’d gone down this path. Almost against his will, he slid one hand into the pocket of the laptop case. Breathing out hard, he removed the envelopes labeled with the boys' names.

He could fool himself tonight, thinking this was as far as curiosity would take him. Deep in his gut, he knew otherwise. He wouldn't stop digging until he was sure about Junior’s paternity.

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The Pain of Things

Sunday, August 2, 2020


Today's Sunday Sample is from The Pain of Things.

After a long, hot shower I propped myself against the headboard, watching the international news. By then, enough time had passed for me to shut out the pictures of that miserable little house in Laventille and Myers’s lifeless body. At times, when it was impossible to get the day’s events out of my head, I studied financial reports, researched business trends, or meditated until I was back to being myself. 

Each time I did an extraction, I talked to Corinne only after decompressing and compartmentalizing my thoughts. As best I could, I kept what I did on these assignments separate from her. 

Corinne was like a refreshing sea breeze brushing my skin after I came away disgusted from the situations I encountered in the field. Her insistence on knowing how I was doing mentally and physically, whenever we were apart, plus her lively conversation sprinkled with soft laughter, reminded me of all that was good about having a special woman in my life.

I called twice before she answered. “You’ve surfaced, huh?”

“Hey, sweets, how are you?” I lowered the sound on the television and dropped the remote on the bed. 

“You sure you’re talking to the right woman? There’s nothing sweet about me.”

“Let me be the judge of that.” I thought about what I wanted to say next and before I convinced myself not to say the words, I blurted, “I’ve missed you like crazy, Corinne.”

“Really?” The throaty chuckle that hit my ear made me smile, until she said, “If you missed me, you’d be here with me getting some of this mmm-mmm goodness.”

“You’re wrong for teasing me like that.” Frowning, I asked, “Speaking of which, where are you now?”

She chuckled again, but I wasn’t sure she was actually amused. “Where did you promise to meet me?”

“Woman, stop being difficult and tell me if you’re still where I think you are. I can call my mother or my brother and find out if you’re where I left you, so I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation.”

“I don’t know either.” A pause dropped between us before she continued. “To tell the truth, I also don’t know why I’m still in Antigua waiting for you like some groupie.”

She didn’t mean that as a compliment, but I laughed. “I think I should be offended, but I also believe you’ve just paid me a backhanded compliment.”

“Take it whatever way you like.”

“Despite your sauciness, I still look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

Her response was quick and carried a slight sting. “I’ll look for you with one eye.”

“You better be at that airport waiting for me tomorrow night.” I heaved a dramatic sigh for effect. “D’you know how many flights I’ve had to scroll through to make it from here to there in one day?”

Corinne went silent, and when I wondered if the call had dropped, she asked, “Mind telling me where here is? You didn’t tell me where you were going when you left.”

“Trinidad and Tobago.”

“Hmmm.”

“What does that mean? I don’t think you understand how much I want to be with you. ”

“No, love, but you can tell me if you happen to turn up.”

She’d stuck me with another barb, but I didn’t remark on it. Since we started seeing each other more regularly in the last year, I had instances where I turned up a day later than we were supposed to meet. Rarely, it happened that I had back-to-back jobs and was forced to disappoint her. This time, no matter what happened, I’d return to Antigua like I promised.

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Sample Sunday - Romantic Suspense

Sunday, July 26, 2020


On this #SampleSunday enjoy a taste of #romanticsuspense  in The Pain of Things.


I shifted Zane to my other hip. His bottom felt squishy, so I headed toward the house to change him. The guesthouse occupied two floors and Zane’s small utility box with baby wipes, diapers, and diaper rash cream were on the bottom level in the room where I slept.

The bedroom was cool, but I turned on the overhead fan and laid Zane on the bed. Walking backward, I pointed at him. “Don’t move.”

He smiled wide, but stayed where I laid him.

I grabbed the bag with his diapers and wipes and prepared to change him. The job was half done, and I was still whispering nonsense to Zane when Doug’s voice floated in through the window. “So, Rodge, how was Jamaica?”

I frowned. He’d been in Jamaica? When? My hands stilled as I waited for Roger’s response.

He released a lengthy chuckle. “I wasn’t there long enough to enjoy anything. I was in and out once I located that girl.”

“Another one sealed away,” Doug said with a proud note in his voice.

“Yep. Everybody happy and all that.”

Mystified, I eased Zane’s tiny white pants up to his waist and smoothed the matching satin shirt over his tummy.

A momentary pause dropped into the conversation before Doug cleared his throat. “Have you given any thought to—”

“Don’t start that again,” Roger said. “Please.”

“Fine. I’ll leave it alone for now. I just don’t want it to come as an unpleasant surprise one day when Mama hears that you were sh—”

“It won’t happen. Keep the faith.”

“Trust me, little brother, I pray for you more often than I pray for myself.”

My face crumpled into an intense frown. What on earth was Roger involved in that needed that kind of intervention from Doug? The more I thought about it, the more I hoped they weren’t involved in anything illegal. But no, not if I went by his earlier words about finding a girl. And what did that mean?

I was annoyed that he’d been on the island and hadn’t said a peep about his trip. What was there to hide if he was in Jamaica on legitimate business? Resentment settled over me and I thought about how to get more information out of Roger.

What reason did he have to hide anything from me? I’d never acted possessive, but with men one never knew. I’d found out first-hand how deceptive and shallow they could be.

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