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This is the last chapter. I hope you all have enjoyed my Summer Reading Fest. Don’t forget that I’ll blog next week about why I chose to include domestic violence and female genital mutilation in my paranormal romance. This is the last week to participate in the free drawing for Breaking Free so make sure you RT/Tweet, like my FB page, or sign-up for my subscriber’s list.
I’m hoping that you’re on the edge of your seat. Shania’s got that creepy priest after her baby, her memories are all messed up and Corbin’s about to go through an evil awakening. Do you agree that she should run? Finish Chapter Five of Flee.
Is everyone ready for Chapter Two? This week proves to be interesting with Corbin’s knowledge of Shania’s pregnancy. What will he do? Is it ok for him to propose at her grandmother’s funeral?
Hope you all leave me some comments today. Here’s Chapter Two.
Welcome to my summer reading fest. I’d like to introduce everyone to my heroine, Shania. Her grandmother has passed away and left her an interesting wood box that hums and glows. Nobody else can see that part, though. This box is opening up her earth elemental magic. It’s awakening her lost memories.
I’m hoping to inspire conversations around the Africana symbols, Shania’s creepy ex-boyfriend, Thor, her dog, or even if a romance heroine is allowed to have an abortion.Let me know what you think.
BTW, Don’t forget to RT/Tweet, like my FB fan page or sign-up for my subscriber’s list to win a free e-copy of Breaking Free. Without further adieu, Here’s Chapter One.
The hunt and murder of Trayvon Martin seems like a fictionalized scene from a teen dystopian novel similar to the Hunger Games. The only problem is that this scene is real. I’ve been keeping up with the news on this case and I am both horrified and enraged. My feelings stem from two fronts, one because I am Black and the other because I am a mother. The injustice boils.
I’ve had an awesome Thanksgiving Holiday. One of the things that I had a chance to do was catch up on movies. I watched Jonah Hex. I originally wanted to see the movie because who wouldn’t want to see a haunted cowboy? Secretly, I love a good cowboy flick. I always loved John Wayne. What kept me questioning, though, was the fact that Jonah wore this beat-up, worn out Confederate uniform, years after the Civil War ended.
I just heard the news of the passing of LA Banks. Leslie Banks has been an inspiration to me. I’ve always felt a kinship with her because of her love of writing paranormal romance and urban fantasy. I was so sad to learn that she was ill with adrenal cancer. I prayed that she would regain both her health and strength. I’m so struck with her death, that I had to stop for a few minutes and remember her warm personality, comforting smile, supportive nature, and awesome storytelling ability.
If you haven’t watched the latest show, don’t read this. It has spoilers. Last night I watched Game of Thrones. I’ve been on pins and needles all week. Game of Thrones got to be so exciting that I convinced my Grandma to start watching. I know, Game of Thrones, isn’t your typical African-American show but my whole family has enjoyed watching it together. For weeks my hubbie and I have discussed, wondered, and pondered who would end up on the throne. That iron chair.