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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Five Reasons to Read DNA

Sunday, July 12, 2020

Elbows on the counter, Russ stared at the computer. While talking to Amoy, his mind had been busy. He still couldn't remember the name of the guy she'd been seeing before he came back on the scene.

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

His finger hovered over the mousepad and his stomach turned over, as if he were 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?

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Sample Sunday - DNA

Sunday, July 5, 2020


Junior stared through the glass, and Amoy couldn’t help thinking how sober he’d become, like Troy.

 Guilt racked her. He shouldn’t have to worry about being in the same space as the man who had loved and protected him until now.

She sniffed, ignored the ache behind her eyes, and turned up the music on the radio. “Everything will be fine. When we get home, we’ll rustle up some mac and cheese, okay?”

His eyes brightened when he met her gaze in the mirror. “Really? Miss Sarah is going to say she already cooked dinner.”

She was tempted to tell him again not to worry. Instead, she said, “We’re going to live a little.”

Her phone rang and she put it on hands-free because it was Marlon’s ring.

“Hey, cuz, you ready to tell me what still has your head in a knot?”

Amoy flashed Junior a glance, but he was occupied with the passing scenery.

“Nope. Not right now. Little jugs and all that.”

“I know you’re talking about me,” Junior piped up from his seat.

“Hey, little man. You keeping your momma on her toes?” Marlon said.

“We just went to the dentist. He said my tooth was doing good.”

“Awesome. I know you’re happy about that.” He chatted with Junior a bit more, then said, “Moy, we’ll talk later.”

By that time, Amoy had pulled up to their house. The white stucco finish, multi-colored roof tiles, and arched windows gave their home a Spanish feel. Russ and she had enjoyed refurbishing the house with furniture that suited both their tastes, but it was no longer a home.

As she waited for the gate to swing open, she willed her stomach to settle. Russ’s SUV was in the garage. He’d left it open. His thoughtful gesture cheered Amoy and she said a prayer that he’d be in a good mood.

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DNA is Live

Friday, June 26, 2020

DNA is a different journey for me because it's the first time I've written inspirational fiction. 

I hope that readers will consume the story with an open mind and take something away from the pages. 

The process took four years, but that's the way it is when you're trying to move in a new direction - life happens and other projects intervene.

I'm happy the story finally got done and now I can relax and take a breather. If you take a chance on DNA, be sure to leave a review so other readers can know what you thought about the book.

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Thanks for your support!

Sunday Sample - DNA

Sunday, June 14, 2020

Here's today's snippet of DNA, which will be live on June 26.

Russ studied Amoy, admitting that with one incident, he no longer trusted her. His reaction was weird, given that what happened was far in the past. But there it was, and until he got past the hurt, he'd second guess everything, including her reluctance to move abroad. That was a whole other matter. When his gaze met hers, he shoved the thought aside but knew he'd revisit it.

“Russ, would you pray for us, please?” Amoy asked.

He said grace, thanking God for His provision and for their family.

They dug in, with the boys ignoring Amoy's instructions for them to stop talking with their mouths full. Their chatter rose and fell in waves. Junior was curious about everything and normally, his observations would have tickled Russ. Now his questions about Amoy's face—which was now free of makeup—served as an irritant.

“Can you give it a rest, Junior?” His tone was harsher than he intended it to be, and he was sorry the moment he spoke.

Junior dipped his head, and Russ winced.

The boys were not used to hearing him speak that way.

Silence descended around them and Amoy's concerned gaze went to Junior. Then her focus turned back to Russ. Though she wouldn't say anything about his tone in front of the boys, her disappointment was clear.

Was he picking on Junior because of what he knew, or was it the boy’s concern for Amoy?  Whatever it was, Russ didn't want to dig too deeply.

They finished their meal in silence, while Russ grew more uncomfortable. His snooping changed things in a way he never anticipated. With every hour that crawled by, Russ wished he'd left the past where it belonged.

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