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    Me, myself and MOM

    Dear readers,

    You’ll never know how badly I wish this story had a happy ending. As a writer, I get the ability to craft a tale that can have a HEA or a HFN (happy for now). Not so in real life. You see, the cancer that ravaged my mom these past few years has finally silenced her bright light.

    I wouldn’t be where I am today without her, or my dad. She was the rock of the family, the woman who schooled me on what life was like during segregation. She not only told it like it was, but she told it like it is. 

    I don’t mind sharing my stories, but I’m pretty guarded about my private life. Still, I take comfort in the knowledge that her pain has ended. Rest in peace, Mom.


  • #BlackGirlMagic,  Contemporary Romance,  E books,  Excerpts

    Bisexual, Bipartisan and Black

    Divided by politics . . . united by love.

    Pictured: Conservative Brandon Wingate and Democrat Kenya Paul, from the interracial erotic romance IVY League


    The relationship between Congressman Brandon Jefferson Wingate and activist Kenya Paul, is, for lack of a better word, complicated. They’re two people from different worlds with clashing ideologies. Even the things they do have in common, like being the children of wealthy parents is cause for debate. **I had to change a few things about the story, since Hillary didn’t win 🙁 Sorry for the delay.**


    Pictured: Kenya Paul and Brandon Wingate. Low resolution promo pic
    Pictured: Kenya Paul and Brandon Wingate. Low resolution promo pic for IVY League



    Brandon and Kenya lying down
    Pictured: Kenya Paul and Brandon Wingate. Low resolution promo pic




    “Hey, how are you?” Brandon’s voice was friendly and upbeat.

    Kenya’s reply was cold. “What do you want?”

    “I-I thought we could get together.”


    “I miss you. I-”

    Kenya hung up, turning her phone off in case he called back. As she walked up the stairway to get to her dorm room, girlish laughter and wall thuds greeted her ears. Mo and two other girls were coming down the hall, heading her way. Kenya put a practiced smile on her face. One girl draped a possessive arm over Mo’s shoulders before they all met.

    Kenya spoke first. “Hey Mo.” Since she didn’t know the names of the other girls, she just said, “Hey.”