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Diverse Book Tours presents Tempted to Touch

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Kira Seagram is frustrated by her husband Mason’s zeal for the Lord, so she pours all of her attention into her work and reserves her soprano singing skills for the shower. Kira would rather not use them if she get can’t the adoration and recognition she feels she deserves and doubts she’ll find singing lead for Mason’s choir. When a routine drop off at her son, Nate’s private school turns into a ten-year reunion with her ex-boyfriend, Quincy McAdams, Kira isn’t interested in Mason’s half-hearted affection or willing to keep her voice to herself. With a firm offer from Quincy to help Kira cut a demo and possibly revive the love they let die, Kira has some choices to make. When Kira finds herself tempted to touch will she remain faithful to her husband or yield to the desires of her flesh?



Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Tempted-Touch-Nigeria-Lockley-ebook/dp/B013W6BUIY/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1442109775&sr=8-2&keywords=Tempted+to+Touch

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Nigeria Lockley possesses two Master’s degrees, one in English Secondary Education, which she utilizes as an educator with the New York City Department of Education. Her second Master’s degree is in Creative Writing. Born at Dawn is Nigeria’s first published novel. Nigeria serves as the Vice President of Bridges Family Services, a not-for-profit organization that assists student parents interested in pursuing a degree in higher education. She is also the deaconess and clerk for her spiritual home King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Church of God. Nigeria is a New York native who resides in Harlem with her husband and two daughters. Join her online at http://www.NigeriaLockley.com


Website: www.nigerialockley.com

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Diverse Book Tours presents Bombshell by Xyla Turner

I’m excited to host another wonderful book and author as part of Diverse Book Tours! A huge welcome to Bombshell by Xyla Turner! If you’d like to follow the rest of the tour or you’d like to find out more about Diverse Book Tours, please click on the following link: http://diversebooktours.com/2015/09/book-tour-kickoff-bombshell-by-xylaturner/
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Tired of dealing with the sexist, dominant men at her corporate job, Samantha Wilde started her own company. After hearing some life-altering news, she literally bumps into a man who knows what he wants regardless of her situation and is willing to pursue her no matter the costs.

Joshua Kelly is a successful business man. He has Samantha in his sights for not only business, but pleasure! He makes her a business proposition that she tries to refuse, then he moves in for the kill with a relationship proposal. She is almost helpless to stay away from him, because he represents the type of dominant man that she wants to avoid but his touch is addictive. Maybe this kind of dominant isn’t so bad.

This story is about the realities of sexual encounters and how to move on from what you cannot change. Based loosely on a many true stories.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00WZYKQ62

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25489216-bombshell

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I whipped around and almost hit him with my head because he was so close. He was leaning over me to pay the barista for the drinks.

What the hell?

Here’s the thing, I’m 5’9 and I had on 3” heeled boots, so I’m a pretty tall lady. This guy was leaning over me, so he had to be around 6’5 or taller. When he stood up to his full height, I saw it was the guy from the elevator.

What the hell?

“Sir, what are you doing?” I was annoyed.

His eyes slid down to mine. “Treating a beautiful lady,” he smoothly responded.

“I didn’t ask for this,” I shook my head at the barista and went to hand her my card.

She looked confused, but went to grab my card. He snatched the card out of my hands and commanded, “I got this.”

Well, I’ll be.

At that point, the barista took his twenty dollar bill and deposited it in the register, gave him his change and asked, “Your name?”

“Joshua,” he replied.

I could play this one of a few ways, I thought as I stared at him with my mouth open.

Option 1: I could be a total bitch and tell him where he can go, how I can pay for my own coffee and how dare he have the nerve to try and bend me to his will.

Option 2: I could thank him politely, get my coffee and go home.

Option 3: I could smile and say thank you.

I couldn’t tell if he was good looking or not because I was now thoroughly pissed. He no longer had the scowl on his face, but a smirk. I felt like he walked over me and disregarded my wishes, but that didn’t mean I needed to act on that feeling. I didn’t want to make a scene at the Starbucks because I frequently came here as many of my clients were in this area. However, I did want to make it clear to him who he was dealing with. As I was preparing myself to go with Option 1, but a more civilized and modified version, he reached his hand up to my mouth and closed my lips with his thumb and index finger. Then he slipped my card back in my purse with his other hand.


About the Author:

Xyla Turner was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. She has always been a writer, even as a teenager, she wrote short stories and essays that won awards and nationwide competitions. Xyla is an avid reader of romance novels and a sucker for sassy females and dominant males. She is a lifelong learner, High School Vice-Principal and a pretty good Auntie. Outside of reading, Xyla likes to spend time with her family and friends, experiment with dangerous adventures and travel. She writes different genres, but her favorite is romance.

Xyla has her Bachelor’s degree in Education and Masters in Education Administration. She is also a web designer and a Life Coach. She will forever be an educator, innovator and entrepreneur.

Website: www.xylaturner.com

Blog: http://xylaturner.com/xylas-blog/

Facebook: www.facebook.com/AuthorXylaTurner

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Diverse Book Tours Presents Boyfriend by Faye McCray

Today, I’m happy to be a part of the tour for Boyfriend by Faye McCray. If you are interested in finding out more about the tour or possibly hosting your own Diverse Book Tour, please click here to find out more: http://diversebooktours.com/


Nate Best enrolled in college to escape a painful and complicated past. Together with his roommate, he parties more than he studies and sleeps with girls like it’s a Division I sport. When Kerry Wallace, an innocent young woman from a privileged background captures his interest, he jumps at the challenge. He eagerly denies all he ever was for the chance to be someone completely different with her. Before long, he starts to believe he can be.

When Kerry’s best friend, Jayna Lavajo, sees right through his good boy façade, he is irrepressibly drawn to her. Unable to resist her wild beauty, unapologetic spirit and charm, he finds himself on the verge of destroying everything. Tangled in a web of lies, lust and deceit, Nate is finally forced to confront the past he tried so desperately to escape.

Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00V4D7I8O

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Excerpt from Boyfriend:

I welcomed the feel of the cold air on every inch of my exposed skin as I stood outside of my building in South Jamaica smoking a cigarette.  I leaned up against the dirty brick and looked out onto the project courtyard watching as two boys played basketball on the faded court adjacent to the back entrance to our building.  I smirked as they continuously missed ambitious shots into the tall netless basketball hoops.  A homeless man shifted angrily on a bench beside the court, grumbling incoherently every time the ball hit the pavement.  I took another drag as a cute teenage girl in tight jeans and a short black coat caught my attention.  She walked towards the entrance beside me, pausing to flash me a flirtatious smile before turning her key into the black, steel door of our building.  I watched her ass as she walked in, laughing to myself, pretty sure she wasn’t old enough to be looking at me like that.  I took another puff of my cigarette, letting the tobacco and cold air dance in my lungs.

“You should know better than that,” a familiar voice chastised.

I looked up, smirking sheepishly, my grin almost instantly turning to surprise.


Natalie stood in from of me in a white wool coat.  Her hair was cut short around her face and an oversized, brown scarf was wrapped fashionably around her neck.  Her hands were stuffed in her pockets, and her head was cocked to the side awaiting my reaction.  I wanted to embrace her, but I held back. I was pretty sure I no longer had that right.

“Hi.” She hesitated for a moment and then reached for me.  I accepted her embrace, eagerly wrapping my arms around her, squeezing her a little too tight.

“Are you okay?” I asked as we pulled away.   The question sprinted out my mouth without a thought.  I hadn’t laid eyes on Natalie since she walked out of my apartment almost two years earlier.  I had gained pieces of information throughout the years from my mother.  Information she gained from people in the neighborhood who had known her and the guy she left with.  One rumor was that she was living on the streets and addicted to cocaine.  Another rumor had her living in a halfway house after being arrested for prostitution.  I took a moment to take her in.  Looking for signs of abuse, addiction, pain… I watched small fogs of air escape her lips as she exhaled, the tip of her nose turning mahogany in the cold.  She always did have sensitive skin.

“I’m fine, Nate.”

“What’re you doing here?” I asked, unsure why she would ever come back.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she said with a laugh.  “Actually, I don’t know,” she answered after a moment.  “I’ve come by a number of times, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to ring the buzzer.”

A number of times?  My mind was reeling.  How long had she been back?

“We got here in July,” she said as if reading my mind, still staring over at the buzzer to the building.

“You’re still with that guy?” I asked, struggling to remember the name of the guy she was with when she visited me in D.C.

She looked at me confused.  “Who?” she asked.  “Oh, Chris?” She laughed. “No.  Well, not exactly.  We had a son.  I have a son.  By we, I mean, me and my son.”

“Wow.”  My mother had been right.

“Want to see a picture?” she said, beaming.  I nodded.  She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone and began flipping through her pictures.  “Here he is,” she said holding the phone in front of me.  A small boy with big dark eyes and a head full of light brown curls sat in the middle of a blue carpet, with a smile so big, he looked like his face might crack.  He had four teeth, two jutting out of the middle of each row of gums.  “His name is Cole. He turned one in October.”  I took her phone and studied the picture.

“Where is he?” I asked, handing her back the phone, looking to see if he was playing in the nearby courtyard.

“I wouldn’t bring him here.” Her motherly protectiveness was evident.  “He’s with a good friend.  We work together.”

I nodded.  “He’s a cute kid, Natalie.  Cole is a great name.”

Her face softened.  “Thank you.  Remember when Aunt Laura used to listen to those old singers?”

I smiled, remembering.  “Tony Bennett, Frank Sinatra…”

“Nat King Cole,” she added.  “He’s named after him,” she explained.  “I used to love sitting on her lap and listening to her hum to those songs.”  She closed her eyes for a moment.  “Off key,” she added, chuckling.  “Remember, ‘smile, though your heart is aching, smile, even though it’s breaking…’” I nodded.

She hugged herself, staring into the air. For a moment, I could smell the sweet scent of Aunt Laura’s pies traveling through the breeze.  I would give anything to be pulled into her warm embrace again.  Just one more time.  To feel loved… understood… without condition or disappointment.  Natalie’s laughter pulled me out of my memories.  I watched as she wiped the beginnings of small tears from falling from her eyes.  She looked at me, her face growing serious.  “Cole changed everything, Nate.”

I believed her.  It was like someone had relit that candle inside of her.  A candle I was sure had burnt out.  Her newfound serenity emanated from her and I was both happy and envious.  For a brief moment, happiness had seemed possible for me.  I ran my hand across my forehead, once again feeling consumed with guilt for all the ways I kept fucking it up.

“How about you?” She nudged my shoulder playfully.  “Are you still with that girl you were with in college?  Kerry?”

I shook my head. “We broke up.  Nothing much has been going on,” I continued changing the subject.  “I’ve been back home since I graduated.”

“You’re living here?”

I nodded.

“I just assumed you were on your own,” she said surprised.  I shrugged, feeling ashamed I didn’t have more to show for the four years I had spent at college.  Considering it was the reason I had abandoned her, the least I could do was have more to show for it.  I flicked away the embers of my cigarette and took another long drag.  I imagined my parents settling down at the table, eating the chicken with their fingers, barely speaking to each other and guzzling their alcohol like water.  This was their routine.  Bubbling up each night like the scalding hot lava in a volcano, always on the verge of eruption.  I watched as Natalie stared back at the buzzer, probably picturing the same thing.

“Look, Nate,” she started after a moment.  “I know what it’s like here.  No one should have to live here.  Not even them.”

“It’s cool,” I began, taking another slow drag of my cigarette.  It wasn’t.  But, as far as I was concerned, there was no current solution.  I didn’t have any money and frankly, I didn’t have any energy to try to fix it.

“No, it’s not,” she said.  Her voice was stern.  “I have an apartment uptown.  It isn’t much, but we have an extra room.  You’re more than welcome…”

I laughed cutting her off.  “I’m not letting you go there, Natalie.”  Not only was I not going to burden Natalie with my failures, I knew I wasn’t worthy of her help.  After the way I treated her… after the way I abandoned her.  “You don’t owe me anything,” I concluded.

“Nate,” she began again, reaching out and holding my wrist.  “It was fucked up what you did that night,” she continued knowing exactly what I was talking about.  “I have never felt so alone and afraid in my life.  But I survived.  We were both victims.  You couldn’t have saved me.  You barely saved yourself.”  She took a deep breath.  “If you need my forgiveness, fine, I forgive you.  But, I’m not letting you stay here with them.”  She looked into my eyes with a level of understanding only she could have.  We were the only two people on this planet who knew what it was like to be raised by Nathaniel and Christine Best.  We were the only two people who knew what it took to survive.  I looked at the buzzer.  The back of my eyes began to sting.   A lump formed in the pit of my stomach.  She smiled.  “Get your stuff, there’s a bus coming soon.”

I nodded and went back into my parent’s apartment, feeling overwhelmed that she had managed to do for me what I had been too weak to do for her.


About the Author:

Faye McCray is the author of Boyfriend, a novel following a young man as he navigates love and fidelity in college. She is also the author of Dani’s Belts, a collection of short stories that follow a young college student turned unlikely heroine of the zombie apocalypse. The stories, White Belt, Yellow Belt, Orange Belt and Black Belt are available now! Faye’s work also appears in the horror anthology, Anything But Zombies! You can also find Faye’s work on For Harriet, Black and Married with Kids, Madame Noire, Rachel in the OC, Black Girl Nerds, Graveyard Shift Sisters, and on her blog, http://www.fayemccray.com. Faye is a native New Yorker and current resident of the Washington, DC metropolitan area where she resides with her husband and two sons.

Connect with Faye McCray:

Website: www.fayemccray.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/fayewrites

Twitter: www.twitter.com/fayewrites

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7370865.Faye_McCray?from_search=true&search_version=service_impr


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The Ghostcrow: Book Review

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Dumdie Swartz knows ghosts walk among us. They’ve scared her since she was a little kid. Dumdie does her best to avoid them–harmless and dangerous, alike–even though she annoys her family when she does. Now, with her unwanted ability growing stronger, the demon possessing a boy bullying her notices her special talents and decides it wants posses her.

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Dumdie sees ghosts and they scare the daylights out of her, but she is about to discover there are worst things than ghosts. Something weird is happening in her town and Dumdie is caught right in the middle. Will she ever see her special abilities as anything less than a curse?

This is such a great book and Dumdie is a fantastic character. She has a uniquely special way of viewing the world around her – not just the supernatural world, but the human world as well. At her family’s insistence, she tries to fit in, but there’s so much in the world that is scary and confusing to her. It’s been a long time since I’ve rooted for a character the way I rooted for Dumdie. I loved the character progression in this story and the way Dumdie slowly comes to realize that change isn’t always a bad thing.

I would recommend this book to everyone!

5 out of 5 stars!!!!

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About the Author:

Hooked by comic books at an early age, M. K. Theodoratus’ fascination with fantasy solidified when she discovered the Oz books by L. Frank Baum with his strong female characters. She has traveled through many fantasy worlds since then.
A sixth grade English assignment started her writing. The teacher assigned a short story. Theodoratus gave her an incomplete, 25-page Nancy Drew pastiche which turned into a full novel by the next summer. She’s been writing happily ever after ever since.

When she’s not reading about other writer’s worlds, she’s creating her own. Most of her tales are set in the land of Andor where magic and demons clash with ordinary humans caught in the middle. She also writes in the world of the Far Isles Half-Elven where she explores the political effects of genetic drift on a mixed elf-human population.

Gargoyles, magic, ghosts, demons, and other magical beings are open game for Theodoratus. You can learn more about her writing at her author website: http://www.mktheodoratus.com or her blog, Lessons from My Reading: http://kaytheod.blogspot.com

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The Alpha Warlocks’ Desire by Auriella Skye

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Curvy witch Claire Brixton is in no mood for a party, especially one that’s supposed to match her up with two strange warlocks. Her experience with one warlock was bad enough. Besides, she has responsibilities to think about. With her big sister away enjoying her own sexy Perfect Triad match, Claire has to oversee the magic shop and try to keep their youngest Brixton sister from burning it down.

When Claire finally discovers her two gorgeous warlocks, she’s taken aback by the magical chemistry between them. It’s enough to both scare and excite her. One touch makes her crave more of them. However, memories of the past linger in the air, and insecurities and doubts from old hurts threaten to stop their bond before it even starts. The imperfect warlocks have their own issues too, and Claire isn’t sure that if she accepts them as hers, they’ll accept her in return.

Jett and Axel are a newly formed Warlock Pair, but Jett is far from ready to accept a Perfect Triad Bond with a witch, even if it means a stronger, more stabilized magic for them all. Axel, however, is more than ready to find their third. Even as friends, the two Alpha Warlocks are barely able agree and get along with each other, let alone merge their magic with another.

But when these powerful Alpha Warlocks save Claire from two over-zealous warlocks at the festival, history and the present merge into an encounter that fills them with intense desire for her. They can’t see the curvy earth witch joining with anyone else but them.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VPN48E0

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25304994-the-alpha-warlocks-desire


Excerpt from The Alpha Warlocks’ Desire

Claire had nothing on this warlock, who threw Mason so far that she couldn’t see where he landed. That was some strength, and she felt her body tighten in hidden places at the thought of him using that strength on her in more intimate endeavors.

“Can you get out of the water okay?” he asked.

He didn’t wait for her response. The strange man simply scooped her up and walked her out of the water himself.

As soon as her skin touched his, she felt like she was melting from the inside out. Her tongue longed to taste him and lick the lingering salt water off his gorgeous skin.

Claire felt wetness spread between her legs and chastised herself for her wantonness. She didn’t know this man, and already she was geared up to jump him.

Then the cloud slipped past the moon and lit up the face of the man who carried her in his arms like it was the most natural thing in the universe.

She couldn’t breathe.

“Axel?” she asked.

He paused just at the water’s edge and turned to her.

Axel looked down at her as if she was a ghost, and he wondered how she remained solid in his arms.

“Claire,” he said. “It is you. I hoped, but you’re here.”

He sat her down on the dry sand, so she stood up on her own, but he didn’t let go of her.

“I’m here? What are you doing here?” she asked.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he used his thumb to trace her lower lip.

Oh, his skin was lovely, and his thumb was absolutely divine.

Without thinking, she opened her mouth and took his thumb into her mouth and sucked on it.

A groan escaped his lips followed by a satisfying grunt.

The sounds were making her wetter. She had questions for him, didn’t she? But for the life of her, she couldn’t think of one thing to ask him.

He removed his thumb so quickly that she barely had time to balance herself on his wet chest. A very naked chest. Droplets of water still clung to his muscular body.

She looked down and saw that wasn’t the only bare part of him. Axel was naked from head to toe, and, if that wasn’t enough, he was hard as a brick.

Claire glanced back up and saw a shimmer of blue the color of day skies lining his irises.

He was filled with magic, and if she wasn’t mistaken, he was turned on by her. His chest rose and fell with difficulty, as if he had just ran a marathon, and Claire’s face was close enough to kiss that powerful chest.

Before she could say anything else, he guided his arm around her back, lifted her slightly on her tiptoes, and brought her lips to his.


Auriella Skye dreams of becoming a powerful goddess and creating a whole pantheon of gods to do her naughty bidding. Until then, she happily spends her time weaving those fantasies into the erotic and fun tales that she enjoys reading as much as writing.

She loves creating characters and worlds filled with the wonderful stuff reality lacks. In her spare time, she enjoys reading romance novels from other awesome authors, hanging out on social media, and watching movies. Auriella appreciates science fiction, action adventure, and mythological films, especially ones with sexy alpha males as the heroes.

Auriella resides in Central Florida and spends her days and nights surrounded by words in their various, spectacular forms.

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Diverse Book Tours presents A Will For Love

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A Will for Love by Yolanda Ashton

Lanya gave her love and trust to a man, only to find out their relationship was a lie. Shattered, she decides she’s never giving her heart to anyone again. But when her ex, Mikael LockRidge, offers her a proposition she can’t refuse, Layna finds being with him makes it impossible to resist the sensual pull between them.

Blackmailed to commit an act that still haunts him, Mikael accepts his current loveless relationship as karma. But when he receives unexpected help from the grave, Mikael realizes he wants back what he lost. He just has to convince the ex he hurt to let him back in her life and her heart.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Will-Love-Yolanda-Ashton-ebook/dp/B00TR75NTK/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25140937/

Soulmate Publishing: http://www.soulmatepublishing.com/a-will-for-love/



Layna hurried in, her eyes connecting with Mikael as soon as his apartment door closed behind her.

“I came as soon as I got your message.” Concern etched her face. “What’s wrong? Your message said it was important.”

Layna’s heart rate had skyrocketed when she received the text from Mikael telling her it was an emergency and to come to his apartment as soon as possible.

Expecting to see chaos as soon as she entered, Layna stopped and took a deep breath noticing for the first time that everything looked calm, including the sender of the text.

Something was not right here.

“Mikael, what’s wrong?”

His blue eyes were chilly and his usually messy black hair was styled perfectly giving him a debonair look. She asked as she realized he was dressed in business attire. Mikael’s usual style was rocker meets prep. He left her and other girls drooling when he wore his trademark tight black tee and faded blue jeans. Although the black suit fit his lean, muscular six–foot-plus frame nicely it also made him look cold and detached. She had jokingly referred to it as his LockRidge armor. He only wore his ‘armor’ when he had to deal with his father.


Yolanda Ashton is the alter ego of a thirty-something mother of three. Throughout daylight hours she’s an educational professional and during the nights (when she’s not daydreaming, reading and/or watching vampire drama) she’s writing, hanging with family and trying to recover from a day spent with middle school students.
Her two favorite things to do in the world (outside of family) are reading and writing-she fell in love with words at an early age. She loves creating worlds with them and entering new worlds designed by them. Throughout her life she’s always felt the epitome of a great “me” day is one spent reading a book or creating one.


Website: http://www.yolandaashton.wordpress.com/
Twitter: http://www.Twitter.com/YolandaAshton/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8120937.Yolanda_Ashton/




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Book Feature: Pay Day

Pay Day


ReShonda Tate Billingsley and Richelle Denise

Pay Day

One little ticket is about to change their lives. . .

but is it for better or for worse?

When the office lotto pool lands the winning ticket for four friends, each will embark on journeys that change their lives forever.

After years of stringing her along, Terrance has reluctantly married his longtime girlfriend, Sheray. . . just days before winning the lottery. Now, that he’s a rich newlywed, the former playboy is dreaming of what life would’ve been like as a rich bachelor. When the money drives a wedge between them, Sheray leaves and Terrance learns the hard way to be careful what you wish for.

Angelique has been overweight since she was young. Despite her insecurities, her boyfriend, Marcus, gives her his love and affection without reservation. When she uses some of her winnings to get weight loss surgery, her new body and new attitude gets her some new attention, and could cost her the man she loves.

After twelve years of marriage, Janine’s husband announces that he’s leaving her for another woman. When she realizes he could possibly get a portion of her prize, she devises a scheme to keep it from him. But when her plan backfires, will she lose it all?

Raquelle’s life has just been turned upside down when she’s caught embezzling money, which she started doing to support her sick son. With a boss bent on making her pay, Raquelle is facing hard time and about to discover there are some things her lotto winnings can’t buy…or can it?

With a bitter former coworker lurking in the background, these friends are discovering their big payday will definitely change their lives…just not in the ways they expected.

About the Authors:

ReShonda Tate Billingsley


ReShonda is a former news reporter and anchor, who now writes books full-time.  She is the author of 35-plus books and a mother to three. Her sophomore novel, Let the Church Say Amen, has been made into a movie, directed by actress Regina King and produced by Queen Latifah’s Flava Unit, Royal Ties Productions and Bobcat Films. (Oh, and she did make my film debut as well! Look for her in the church scene!)Honored to have won the 2012 NAACP Image Award for Say Amen, Again and been nominated again in 2013. She is also the cofounder of Brown Girls Books, a boutique publishing company with over 20 authors. She is also a proud University of Texas at Austin graduate. Not only does she love writing, she love reading almost as much!

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Richelle Denise


Richelle is a contributor of the Dating Game Anthology.  The title of her story is
called mixing business with pleasure.  She loves to entertain readers with her style of writing. She is passionate about the reading. You can generally find her spending time with her two sons.  

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Call Me Lucky Book Tour

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Welcome to the “Call Me Lucky” Mini-Tour featuring author Caroline Bell Foster!

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Here’s the Blurb and Excerpt from the book:

What happens with the night team…

Felicity ‘Fliss’ Pecora didn’t like people. Her background meant she didn’t trust easily and the night shift suited her perfectly. Forced to go on a team night out she bumps into the one person who knew her at her worst.

Teddy couldn’t believe the foul mouthed girl he once knew had changed so little, but still he felt an attraction towards her. He helped her overcome her insecurities and health scare and they were happy and in love until the night their pasts collided.

To love her, was to let her go. But could he?

Call Me Lucky

Excerpt from “Call Me Lucky”

She ran past the strapping black bouncer at the entrance, around the side of the building and past a bunch of wheelie bins before stopping and throwing up against the building. Oh God it was horrible. They didn’t like her. Her body crumpled against the wall and she pressed her forehead into it, feeling the rough brick bite into her skin. Any pain was better than the feeling of her dreams shattering.

“Fliss!” It was Mackenzie. She didn’t want to talk to him. Not like this, not when she had failed. It was his fault anyway. She would never have put herself through this if he hadn’t dared her.


“I’m here,” She called out quickly, wiping away the water from her eyes. They were not tears she told herself.

“Why did you run you nit?” He admonished softly, pulling her into his arms and hugging her tight. “They loved you.”

“Yeah right,” she said pulling free and sniffing loudly. “Loved me enough they couldn’t bring themselves to even clap Mac.”

“They didn’t get a—” he didn’t finish what he was about to say as a man in dark jeans, white shirt and dark leather jacket walked towards them.

“If I didn’t see it with my own eyes I’d have never believed chavvy Felicity Pecora could render my customers speechless.”

Fliss gaped into the darkness knowing that voice, but refusing to believe it.

“What? Got nothing to say? This is a first,” he chuckled and, stepping closer, held out his hand to Mackenzie. “Theodore Nicholson. But everyone calls me Teddy,” he explained. “Felicity and I grew up together.”

Mackenzie shook his hand. “Mackenzie. Nice to meet you. Are you coming back in Fliss? They want more.”

Fliss shook her head in horror. There was no way she was going back inside. She’d done what she said she would do, gave it a go and took a bite of her apple. They didn’t like her and she wasn’t about to make the same mistake again.

“Can you give us a minute Mackenzie?” Teddy asked.

“Yeah, course mate.” Mackenzie stepped away. “You were amazing Fliss. See ya in a bit.”

Could this night get any worse. Teddy Nicholson was stood right in front of her, once again, at the lowest point of her life. World open up and suck me right in, she begged silently.


He’d used that same word with that same menacing tone that night all those years ago, she remembered with shame.

“Well what?” She questioned defensively, stalling.

“Well what are you doing in my pub for one thing?” Teddy asked, leaning against the wall and fishing into his jacket pocket for the one cigarette he allowed himself each week. It wasn’t there.

She turned to look at him but he was in profile and she could barely see him in the darkness. “I’m in London,” she mumbled.

“I noticed.”

She was fifteen again. Spotty, ugly and fat. Reduced to the bumbling teenager who’d been crying in the jitty at the back of the house as he’d shouted at her mother for having sex with his brother Marty. He’d threatened to call the police and social services on them. He’d been so angry and had left through the back gate, finding her huddled against the fence.

He’d reduced her to even more tears by the time he’d finished with her and when she’d just about crumbled at his feet, he’d taken a huge breath, shoved his hands through his hair and then given her a long pep talk that basically said, if he could get out then so could she.

“We won a trip,” she admitted quietly. “From work.”

He moved then, turning to stand in front of her, his head cocked to one side as he looked her over. He looked at her feet in sparkly ballet shoes, her legs in dark skinny jeans and a sparkly silvery top with tiny straps over her shoulders. Her hair was in a tight bun, set high on top of her head. It looked like she had a silky doughnut on her head.

“You look really nice Felicity.”

“What?” She snapped defensively, folding her arms over her chest. “You thought I’d still be wearing my charity labels Teddy?”

He frowned down at her. He’d always felt guilty for laying into her the way he had done that night behind her house. She couldn’t help the way her mother was or the environment she lived in. He’d just been so mad that her mother had got money out of his baby brother for sex. Stealing his innocence.

“Maybe,” Teddy shrugged. “Why deny it?”

Her eyes flashed and she poked him in the chest. “I’m not a kid any more Teddy.” She lifted her chin and stared straight at him.

“Really?” He sounded sceptical. “You’ve changed?” He was remembering the scrawny kid with the foul mouth.

She took a shuddering breath knowing he didn’t really believe her. Not that she cared what he thought.

“Yes really,” she snapped. “Look, can you go and get my friends please. I’m not going back in there,” she admitted tightly.

“You were sensational Felicity.” He smiled down at her. “My crowd loved you.”

“Yeah right,” she scoffed. “They loved me so much my ears are still ringing from all the appreciation they showed!” She finished on a wobble. She was not going to get emotional, especially in front of him! “And why do you keep saying your crowd?”

“I own the place,” he admitted. “And they were struck dumb by how good you sounded and not expecting it. Jesus Christ Fliss! Where does that voice come from? It’s amazing.”

“Stop lying Teddy.”

“I’m not lying. They want more!” He grabbed her hand. “Come on let’s go.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” She yanked violently out of his grasp and stepped away from him. It was beginning to drizzle. It had drizzled that infamous night too.

He grinned at her. “Ah, now, here is the Felicity I know,” he laughed. “I could always depend on your, dare I say, vocabulary to lower the tone of any conversation.”

“You can say what the fu-hell you like.” Why was she letting herself down like this, she thought, fighting the tears. “Please Teddy, go and get my friends. I’m getting wet.”

“Only if you promise to come back tomorrow night and do a whole set. When are you going back up to Notts?”

“We’ve got another night,” she said without thinking. “And I’m never going on stage again.”

“Come back tomorrow and have dinner with me then.”

“No. Why? So you can laugh at me. No thanks,” she questioned and answered all at once.

He chuckled deep in his throat. “I want to know what’s been going on with you, I’m curious that’s all.”

“You can take you’re curiosity and sh—”

“How old are you?” He cut in and watched with amusement as a shade of red touched her cheeks. She’d always been fiery. She’d always fascinated him.

Fliss felt like an idiot. She didn’t know why she was behaving like this in front of him.


“Hmm. Come, I’ll buy you a drink before you go.” He took her hand.

“I don’t drink.” She grumbled.

He stopped walking and turned to look at her in that intent way of his, with his head to one side. He nodded silently and then did what he’d done all those years ago. With one hand he cupped her face and used his thumb to stroke her cheek. A tender moment from him. He shook his head as though getting rid of unwanted thoughts and dragged her inside.

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About The Author


Caroline Bell Foster was born in Derby, England and with her family went on a six week holiday to Jamaica. She stayed for 18 years!

Ever the adventurer Caroline bought her first pair of high heels in Toronto and traded her pink sunglasses for a bus ride in the Rift Valley at 18. She wrote her first short story on that bus and had it published the following year in a local newspaper.

Caroline has always written in one form or another from a very young age. She started her first diary at age 7 and short stories and articles kept her occupied throughout her teens. Feeling the restrictions of short stories for newspapers, Caroline switched to full length novels letting her creativity flow.

Caroline is also known as ‘The Caribbean’s Leading Lady of Love’ as her novels Ladies’ Jamaican, Caribbean Whisper’s, Saffron’s Choice tend to reflect her love for the Islands. Caroline’s fourth novel Call Me Royal has just been released.

The author now lives in Nottingham, England with her husband and two children.

Author Links

Official Website

Official Facebook Page

Twitter: @cbellfoster

Goodreads: Author Profile

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Fire Baptized Book Tour

Welcome to the “Fire Baptized” Mini tour brought to you by the lovely Kenya Wright.
If you’re in the mood for Urban Fantasy, Diversity and Unapologetic characters, you’ve found your kryptonite!


Book Title: Fire Baptized

Author Name: Kenya Wright

ISBN Number: 0985023007

Publisher: Pursuit

Page Number: 286

Format (e.g. paperback, ebook, etc.): ebook

Genre(s): Interracial Paranormal Romance

Release Date: Jan 28, 2012


Since the 1970s humans have forced supernaturals to live in caged cities. Silver brands embedded in their foreheads identify them by species: a full moon for Vampires, a crescent moon for Shifters, a pair of wings for Fairies, and the list goes on, for each supernatural species has been tagged and categorized by humans.Lanore Vesta is marked with a silver X, the brand of Mixbreeds, second-class citizens shunned by society. She stays to herself, revealing her ability to create fire only during emergencies. All she wants to do is graduate college and stop having to steal to survive. But when she stumbles upon a murder in progress, she catches the attention of a supernatural killer. Now all she wants is to stop finding dead bodies in her apartment.Enlisting help from her Were-cheetah ex-boyfriend MeShack and a new mysterious friend named Zulu, she is steered through the habitat s raunchy nightlife. But their presence sometimes proves to be more burden than help, as they fight for her attention.While the corpses pile up, and the scent of blood fills the air, Lanore is left wondering: will she find the psycho or die trying?

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About the Author:

Writer. Lover. Foodie. Mother. Book Addict.

Masturbator. Comedian. Super Hero. Blogger.

Professional Adventurer.

Stalk her….I mean it, Stalk her!
Kenya is in the league of looking for new minions!
Places of interest she’s waiting for you to come out of hiding:

Kenya Wright’s Official Site
Twitter @Kenyawright77

Happy Stalking!


Tricia’s Review of Fire Baptized:

When Lanore is a witness to a horrific crime, she embarks on a mission to solve the mystery. A target herself, Lanore is desperate to save her loved ones from a vicious killer. Will she discover the identity of the murderer before it’s too late, or will she have to make an unthinkable sacrifice in order to save her friends?

What’s not to love about this book? It’s violent, sexy, and magical. The world-building is top notch. Lanore is the type of character I love. She’s intelligent, street-smart, funny, and courageous. She can kick butt when necessary, but still displays compassion and vulnerability. In other words, she’s a well-rounded, well-crafted heroine.

If you’re in the market for a new book-boyfriend, Fire Baptized has two hot, gorgeous men to choose from. Lanore has strong feelings for her ex (MeShack) and growing attraction for Zulu, the powerful, overprotective shifter who is head over heels for her. She can’t fight her feelings (or lust) forever. There are some seriously steamy scenes in this book, so romance lovers will not be disappointed.

This book was absolutely phenomenal and had me glued to the pages. I read the last half of the book in one sitting, and I can’t think of anything that could have pulled me away. Did I mention I love this book? Honestly, it’s one of the best urban fantasy books I’ve ever read. It’s that awesome! You should read it. Now.

My Rating: 5 out of 5 stars! (I’d give it more if I could)


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Origins of an African Elemental Book Tour

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Welcome to Origins of an African Elemental Mini-Tour and an interview with author, Alicia McCalla!

Can you tell us a little about yourself?

I can be best described as a writer on a mission.  I began my love of SciFi and Fantasy as a teenager. I couldn’t get enough of it until all of my friends and family members began to tease me.

Thirty years ago, it really wasn’t cool for a black girl in the hood to read the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. But I loved those books and all things dragons, too. LOL.  I even played Dungeons and Dragons. As I grew older, I allowed other people to dictate my reading tastes. That didn’t end well for me. I became miserable and felt as if I were missing pieces of who “I” was.

One day, I put my foot down and not only did I openly read SFF, I began to write it. The stories that I write usually have epic plots and unique characters. It’s my goal to desegregate paranormal and SciFi worlds and add people of color into the center of new universes.  Shrug. Maybe, I’ll take over the SFF world someday. Bwahaahaa!(Evil laughter)

My writer self allows me the opportunity to grow my vivid imagination. I dream big and create outlandish worlds, unusual galaxies, and strange universes.

I’m also a school librarian and it is neat for me to see my students fall in love with a good SFF book.  They already live the everyday life but “eyes” light up when they can view a societal problem from a different perspective.  The stories that I and other SFF writers write help to engage a side of the brain that deals with curiosity, problem solving, and imagination. These are all abilities that need to be nurtured, particularly in the homes of minorities and people of color.

Truthfully, it’s why I continue to write when I know it’s not socially acceptable to read and write paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction.

When did you begin writing?

I wrote stories for as long as I can remember. I know for sure that I’d begun to use an old reconditioned typewriter to create my masterpieces at age 10 but my Mom says that I probably began writing much earlier than that.

I distinctly remember being a teenager and wondering what I should do with my life. I tossed and turned all night, in fact, it bothered me so much that I began sweating and became entranced. Then, a deep voice as “clear as a bell” told me to be a “writer.”

It rumbled and shook me awake. You would think that the heavenly voice waking me up from my sleep would have been enough to convince me. Unfortunately, I didn’t start seriously writing until my late thirties.

Can you tell us about your most recent release?

Origins of an African Elemental includes two difficult stories. This Soul Eater boxed set deals with issues of Trokosi slave wives, female genital mutilation, ritualistic sacrifice and domestic violence.  This series mixes West African mythology and Norse mythology featuring vampire-like beasts.

Origins of an African Elemental was painful to write but I felt it was necessary to show controversial issues that impact African American women mixed with supernatural thriller elements to truly create a Black woman’s horror story.

What was the most challenging aspect of writing your book?

My writing voice doesn’t make things easy for anybody, especially me. I find that there is something untamed, sinister and dark lurking within my storytelling.  Add controversial issues and well, my paranormal stories border on being more literary than commercial.  When my supernatural writing voice grabs me, it scares the “heck out of me” and I can do nothing but watch the story unfold.  That’s what has happened with this Soul Eater series.

Friends and family members tell me that I have a “dark gene” when it comes to telling stories but I want readers to become up close and personal with the atrocities committed toward women. Some readers may find the serial killer’s violence against female victims to be disturbing and well they should. My goal is to spur understanding and encourage action against these abuses. Reader who enjoys sword and sorcery stories will want to read this series highlighting strong Black women warriors who sometimes have to fight to the death to survive.

What advice would you offer to new or aspiring authors?

I’m too excited about the ability in the 21st century to become the “everyday” writer, artist or musician.  We now have the ability to create a platform, share our stories, find readers, and make a living doing exactly what we love, easily.

It’s an exciting time to be creative. I would encourage readers to support these authors, artists, and musicians by purchasing their works, spreading good news to family and friends, and putting positive reviews on sites like Amazon and other distributors.  This is the new form of social activism in the 21st century. We need to create a campaign “Support Indies to Change the World!”


And the tale of the African Elementals begins… This prequel boxed set is the first and second installment in the Soul Eater series. Mawu, Iniko, and Shania grow into their strength as mothers and warriors.These women wield the elements and war swords to save this universe from an ancient evil.

Mawu_300x200Mawu An insidious demonic force infects the West African pantheon and a modest Earth goddess goes on a quest to save her people from destruction. She finds strength in the arms of a Norse god who believes in justice. But when Mawu returns to the African pantheon, she must take an oath that threatens the life of her unborn child.


Iniko, daughter of a West African goddess and a Norse god, struggles with her estranged husband, who abducted their child and is intent on murdering the girl in a blood-soaked ritual to gain power for his ancient demonic master. Iniko travels to a West African castle during the slave trade to battle possessed vampire-like beasts with her sword and dagger to rescue her child. Can she find the strength to kill the man who once held her heart and the key to her magic?


Flee: A Short Story After the death of her grandmother, Shania Moore, a 27-year old African-American woman, is tormented by her ex-boyfriend and a paranormal serial killer. When Shania falls into a dream realm and connects with an ancient African goddess, her earth magic awakens. Shania realizes that in order to save her daughter’s magical soul, she must run into the arms of the white man whom she lied to about having an abortion and stood up at the altar ten years before.

alicia-McCallaAbout the Author:

It took thirty years for Alicia to accept her calling as a writer of “unusual stories.” Always writing edgy tales that pushed the envelope. She learned to hide her violent, controversial, heart-pumping,and tragically romantic stories from family and friends.

It wasn’t until she joined a local writer’s group that she began to share her stories openly and take the plunge. Alicia writes for both new adults and adults with her brand of multicultural supernatural thrillers, urban fantasy, paranormal, and horror. Her stories always include strong women heroines who fight back, sometimes to the death.

Alicia’s influences are Octavia Butler, LA Banks, Faith Hunter, Patricia Briggs, and Laurell K. Hamilton.

Alicia is an activist in the movement towards diversifying Science fiction and Fantasy (#diversityinsff). She created the first “State of Black Science Fiction 2012” blog tour, is an active member in the State of Black Science Fiction FaceBook group and has a ScoopIt page where she actively curates topics related to Afrofuturism, Black Science Fiction, and Black Speculative fiction.

Alicia is a native Detroiter who currently resides in metro Atlanta. She works as a media specialist or school librarian in a local school district. Alicia enjoys spending time with her husband and son.

Alicia’s adult series mixes African-American women’s fiction with dark urban fantasy. Check out the Soul Eater series. Sign-up on http://www.aliciamccalla.com for free downloads, e-updates, sneak peeks, and coupons.

You can support this diverse title/author by clicking, and purchasing on the link below, adding it to you Goodreads Want-to-Read List, following Alicia via Twitter or liking her on Facebook!




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 Tour Giveaway: One winner can choose a Kindle Fire HD 6 Tablet or a $99  USD Amazon Gift Card.  Each entrant will be subscribed to Alicia McCalla’s email list (they can unsubscribe at any time) and receive an eCopy of the first three chapters of Rise of an African Elemental. 

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