I will start this post by admitting to living in a bit of a bubble my entire life. I’m a small town girl from the suburbs with two loving parents and a little brother. The small town I lived in was situated right beside Fort Hood Army base, the largest military installation in the world. While my father got out of the army before I got to Kindergarten, the presence of the military was a strong force in my community. As such, I am accustomed to a multicultural mix of people living and working around me. It is not unusual for soldiers to come home from overseas with Korean or German wives and for biracial children to dominate schools.
I’ve been with my critique group now for almost eight years…is it eight already, hmm, time flies. I met them by chance one afternoon in a Border’s coffee shop while I was diligently typing on my WIP and swilling Java in tandem…sip, type, sip, type.
I’ll never forget that day.
One of my favorite cities is New Orleans. When I walk the streets of the French Quarter, I feel as though I’m reliving history. Most of the original buildings from the 18th and 19th century still stand in the Quarter along with cobblestone streets. None of the other coastal cities, Savannah, or Charleston leave me with the feeling that I can reach out and touch the African slave experience of two hundred years ago.
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.
Wil Smith’s Summertime always brings back memories. One of the things I remember most is being able to spend hours upon hours reading until my heart was content.
As a child, I was fascinated by werewolves and vampires. I was never afraid of them. Instead I was sympathetic. Here were creatures who had weirdness thrust upon them, and who had no choice except to become raving lunatics at the behest of a full moon or each time they were hungry. Who were ultimately doomed to die.
I can’t believe it’s been an entire year! I’m too excited about how much my website and writing career has grown in a year. I’m thankful for all the love and support that I’ve received from my readers, indie publisher, and writing buds.
On Saturday, May 5, the Atlanta Black Speculative Fiction Cafe will host a day-long symposium spotlighting science fiction and fantasy as a signature intersection of science, history, technology, and humanistic studies. The symposium will feature scholarly panel discussions involving authors and artists of African descent who will showcase their involvement in their respective genres and […]