#PromoTour “Black Isis: Witch Academy” by Roz Carter

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BLACK ISIS: WITCH ACADEMY

BY ROZ CARTER

Kiya Covington is your typical teenager — she deals with family stuff, friend drama, her mom, who is… a challenge. Oh, and she’s a witch. Actually, she comes from a long line of Black witches, but that’s just ordinary life for Kiya.

When tragedy strikes at home, instead of being comforted by her family, she’s sent off to the exclusive Black Isis Witch Academy. From the little information she’s given, it’s the academy where witches from all the best Black witch families go for finishing.

Black Isis sits protected by ancient magic, undisturbed in The Great Dismal Swamp in North Carolina. What happens during her first year at Black Isis is beyond anything Kiya could have imagined. She and the other baby witches will forge bonds and break them as they learn what it means to study their craft under the watchful eye of Headmistress Pendergrass, at Black Isis Witch Academy.

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The rhythm flowed, the rattles shook, the spectators clapped their hands and soon we were all feeling the rhythm of the music in our bones and in our souls. The sound was thunderous, climbing to the top of the two-story ceiling, and I moved my hips and shook my shoulders and clapped my hands. My eyes were half-closed and I couldn’t make out anyone’s individual face and I didn’t think or care that they could see me. I’d never wanted to dance like this before. I had danced alone in my room but to regular music. Never something that felt bigger than music like this. This felt like me. That I didn’t need to know the right steps and movements because there were no wrong moves. The music changed, the drum beat got faster and one by one we, the spectators, stepped back and watched. They made a circuit around the room, those without the drumsticks, waving white handkerchiefs to one side, then the other. I felt like there were words being spoken just below the surface. And then the drums and feet fell silent. The dance was complete.

I took a moment to look around the room. Everyone looked as relaxed as I felt. I felt like melted butter, so flowy, that if I slid into a chair, I might just slide bonelessly to the floor. Even though I hadn’t broken a sweat, I felt spent, like after a hard run. The drummers and dancers filed out of the hall. Headmistress Pendergrass took her place in the center of the room once more.


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Roz Carter

Roz Carter lives in one of the most haunted neighborhoods in Philadelphia. She holds a degree in English with a Creative Writing concentration from the University of Pennsylvania. While she enjoys writing in many genres, she often returns to the sinister.

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#BookTour “Judge’s Girls” by Sharina Harris

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JUDGE’S GIRLS

BY SHARINA HARRIS

Family is what you make it.

Three very different women. Only one thing in common. But when their family patriarch dies and they must share his estate, the truths they discover will test them—and everything they think they know about each other.

Beloved Georgia judge Joseph Donaldson was known for his unshakable fairness, his hard-won fortune—and a scandalous second marriage to his much-younger white secretary. Now he’s left a will with a stunning provision. In order to collect their inheritance, his lawyer daughter Maya, her stepmother Jeanie, and Jeanie’s teen daughter, Ryder, must live together at the family lake house. Maya and Jeanie don’t exactly get along, but they reluctantly agree to try an uneasy peace for as long as it takes . . .

But fragile ex-beauty queen Jeanie doesn’t know who she is beyond being a judge’s wife—and drinking away her insecurities has her in a dangerous downward spiral. Fed up with her mother’s humiliating behavior, Ryder tries to become popular at school in all the wrong ways. And when Maya attempts to help, she puts her successful career and her shaky love life at risk. Now with trouble they didn’t see coming—and secrets they can no longer hide—these women must somehow find the courage to admit their mistakes, see each other for who they really are—and slowly, perhaps even joyfully, discover everything they could be.

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Pastor Davies strode toward the solid oak lectern, a thick, maroon-colored Bible in hand. Sunshine streaming through the stained glass cast red and green lights against his weathered face. “Let the church say amen.” “

Amen,” the congregation responded. I couldn’t. My throat felt like grains of sand in an hourglass. A hundred pairs of eyes were aimed at me, watching my every move even though they couldn’t see me through the black lace veil covering my face. I stroked a coin, Daddy’s lucky penny, between my forefinger and thumb. The cool from the copper soothed me.

“Oh, Lawd.” Aunt Lisa waved a black lace handkerchief in the air, her arms jiggling with the motion. “Not my baby, sweet Jesus. Not. My. Baby!” Aunt Lisa jumped from the seat and walk-hopped to the front of the church. She threw herself on the black and silver casket, moaning and groaning and body shaking.

That’s right, Aunt Lisa. Give them a show. Move the attention away from me.

Take me instead, Lord!” Aunt Lisa patted her chest and looked toward Black Jesus in the mural above the baptism pool. My daddy’s other sister, Aunt Eloisa, wailed from the pew. She didn’t dare run up like Aunt Lisa. Aunt Eloisa had bad knees, bad ankles, bad joints—bad everything if you let her tell it. Daddy would hate this. He hated spectacles and pomp and circumstance. If he were here, he’d tell Aunt Lisa to sit down and tell Pastor Davies to get on with it. But if he were here, he’d be alive. And I wouldn’t be at his funeral. Exhausted from crying myself to sleep. Exhausted from heaving the two crackers I’d just managed to swallow before my stomach churned. Exhausted from taking care of my stepsister. Exhausted from making sure my stepmother hadn’t burned the house down.

Pastor Davies looked over his shoulder and nodded to the minister seated to the right of the pulpit. I couldn’t remember his name, but he’d always been nice the few times I’d attended service. He sighed and hefted his portly physique up. The chair squeaked and shifted, as the red velvet cushion on top of the chair rose like dough. “All right, Sister Lisa.” The minister’s soothing and patient voice could barely be heard over the wails. “Go on back to the pew, now. Sit down with your family.”

 Aunt Clara Bell, my great-aunt who’d raised Daddy and his sisters after my grandmother died, waved Aunt Lisa back. “Come sit down, so we can pay our respects to Joe. It’s a funeral, not The Price Is Right.” Aunt Lisa wailed louder. Minister Simpson, who’d been seated toward the left side of the pulpit, gently grabbed her elbow and guided her away from the casket. She slumped from his grip like a toddler in the throes of a tantrum. Her black, mad-hatter hat fell to the ground, as she flopped onto the floor and howled. “Hush now,” the minister’s voice grew agitated. “Judge Joe’s in a better place.”

In a better place. What better place could there be than here with me? The tsunami was building, churning my insides, flooding my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. I was angry—so damn angry and hurt. I couldn’t move past the vow he’d made twenty-two years ago. He should be here. He promised. The penny heated between my fingers, but I couldn’t stop rubbing it. I couldn’t stop the memories from bowling me over.

“Swear it, Daddy. Swear on your lucky penny that you’ll never leave me.” Daddy, so big and so strong, was like the oak tree in our backyard that I’d loved to climb—solid and steadfast. But the day Mama died he’d fallen, and he’d crumbled. And at five years old I didn’t know what was scarier—Mama’s lifeless body or Daddy’s lifeless eyes. I don’t know if it was my small fists banging on his legs, or the tears that soaked his pants, but he suddenly dropped to his knees. His brown eyes glistened with a wetness that left me cold even though the sun warmed my skin. He looked at me, and he saw me. He choked on a breath as if he were coming back to life. He took the penny from my fingers and vowed, “I promise, Maya. I’m here to stay.” I believed him. But I’m not five years old anymore. Twenty-seven years old, mad at the world, mad at God. Mad at Daddy for saddling me with his second wife, Jeanie, who couldn’t bear to see his casket. So instead of sitting in the pew with his family, she’d run out of the sanctuary and locked herself in the bathroom. After everything Daddy endured for that woman: my family giving him crap for marrying a white woman fifteen years his junior, his so-called friends freezing him out because they didn’t think it was right. And how had she repaid him? With cowardice.

 Sniffles cut through my fog of anger. Ryder. My shadow. The only good thing Jeanie had done with her life had been birthing a beautiful and brilliant daughter. The squeeze from Ryder’s hand gave me a sliver of comfort. Though, from the red that inflamed her baby blues, and from the puffy bags under her eyes, she needed comforting, too.

 I tilted my head on her shoulder and pulled her into a side hug. “We’ll be okay,” I managed to whisper. Her arm squeezed my waist. “Promise?” Her voice shaky and desperate, much like my own when I’d asked Daddy the same request. I wanted to give her the world, but I couldn’t utter the lie. But I did stop rubbing the penny. It wasn’t lucky after all.


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Sharina Harris

Sharina Harris earned her Bachelor of Arts degree from Georgia State University. After college, she pursued a career in digital marketing and public relations. Although her profession required writing, she decided to pursue a career in writing in 2012.

Sharina’s contemporary romance series under the pen name, Rina Gray, was named Book Riot’s 100 Must‑Read Romantic Comedies. When Sharina’s not writing, she can be found with her head stuck in a book, rooting for her favorite NBA teams, and spending time with friends and family.

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B. Love’s 5-Year Anniversary #Reveal

B. Love, an author who focuses on African American romance, urban romance, and non-fiction genres, is celebrating five years as a published author on November 5th, 2020. Often called the ‘Prolific Pen Pusher,’ B. Love has achieved much in just five years as a published author. She has released more than 110 award-winning novels that have received both critical acclaim as well as financial success. To mark her five years of successful novel-writing, the author is set to release five new books.

Her upcoming titles to be released on November 5th promise to entertain, empower, and enlighten.

B. Love has been writing ever since she was 12, and her stories stand apart from regular love stories in that they focus on self-growth, self-awareness, compassion, and gratitude. Her stories have more to do with transforming the life and approach of the reader, rather than providing them with merely a gripping plot. With a sizable fan following in all parts of the world, her stories are characterized by compelling content that explores the many colors of human emotions such as love, passion, and devotion to life.

B. Love’s books focus on encouraging inner growth and elicit deep inner exploration in her readers. She focuses on continuous learning and self-reflection and encourages her readers to take the same path to unravel a beautiful life that each one of us are bestowed with. 

In addition to writing, B. Love is a writing coach, editor, publishing sage and consultant, and has founded a publishing company that helps talented authors publish books. She also provides mentoring for new authors and guidance to current authors as well as story ideas and summaries for those who need inspiration to start writing. Her company has helped publish more than 300 books by about 50 authors. 

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Faded Mirrors (3 part series)

Mira is a troubled soul living in the sphere of toxicity. With heartbreak and rejection being too heavy of a cocktail to continuously digest, she turns to drug use in order to dull her reality. Unfortunately, her spiral leads to homelessness and a need for rescue. Desperate for cash, she finesses her way into an underground casino. Taken in by the action, it’s clear this is a place she doesn’t belong. However, a meeting with a powerful man causes her to lose her potential marks and gain a path to healing that just may let her heart tag along. 

Smoke is suave and charismatic, and he knows his business. As the owner of an underground casino, his eyes and ears are always open. Dollars don’t get played or paid without him knowing about it. Faces become familiar after first glance. When a woman, less made up and more run down, enters his establishment, Smoke instantly recognizes her as out of place. Yet, there’s something about her that draws him in. He wants to care for her… help her reclaim her light. If only the task was that simple. 

Will Smoke and Mira find themselves in the mirrors of each other? Or will the truth of circumstances fade the promises of the future?

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Love is the Byline:

Oakland and Azriel 

Oakland was once the baby sister kept under her brother’s thumb. Now, she’s a woman determined to take care of herself, and that includes licking her own wounds. Fresh off of heartbreak, she’s sure being alone couldn’t get any worse… until she finds herself in jeopardy of losing her job. Reflexes would have her call her big brother to save her, yet she reminds herself that she wanted this independence and she must fight to keep it. Entering a competition with a fellow journalist looks like a plausible solution. However, the nature of the competition, steeped in pretend dates and getting-to-know you questions, puts a lot more than her employment on the line. 

Azriel is mighty with words. A talented journalist, he’s no stranger to proving himself. When he’s offered an opportunity to enter a challenge to showcase what he’s made of and stamp his name on the magazine industry, he confidently accepts. His competition not only matches his savvy, but her allure is enough to make the world stop moving. In a romantic whirlwind dubbed as research, he finds discovering her truths shifts his perspectives and steadies his heart. However, with his career on the line, love may have to be left out of the credits. 

Will Azriel and Oakland let their hearts narrate the future? Or are they both sentenced to a life without love?

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Love is the Byline:

Pryer and Deacon 

After the success of Oakland and Azriel’s articles, Sammy decides it’s time to take the world by storm again. This time, he puts Pryer and Deacon on opposing sides. 

No stranger to pleasure, Pryer lives the life of a sensuous woman who goes after everything she desires. Her biggest belief when it comes to men is that they can’t handle a woman who knows what she wants and how to take control in the bedroom. Having built a large following and huge success giving tips and tricks to women looking to spice up their love lives, Pryer gladly accepts the challenge given by Sammy… but her confidence wavers slightly when she realizes who she’s up against. 

Deacon has the ability to convince a woman to do anything he desires. His straightforward, charming demeanor has preceded him within the industry. Because of his reputation of having no shortage in bed partners, he’s Sammy’s first pick to prove that women can be persuaded to do just about anything after hearing the right words from the right man. There’s no doubt in Deacon’s mind that he can make his competition submit to his rule… until he learns his competition is Pryer.

After yearning for Pryer for years, Deacon finally has the opportunity to make her his. Unfortunately, securing her heart means jeopardizing his role as head journalist. If he loses this competition, Deacon’s pride won’t be the only thing taking a hit – his pockets will too. Will he risk it all for love, or will he prove that it is only a need when you decide to make it one?

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B. Love

B. Love is an award-winning, bestselling author of over 110 titles in the African American romance, urban romance, and nonfiction genres. In just five years, Love has accomplished more than anyone her age, which led to her being aptly called the Prolific Pen Pusher.

Love is a self-love and womanhood maven. Since age 12, she has been spreading life-changing content that helps cultivate growth, self-awareness, compassion, and gratitude. Love has readers from all over the world, all of which she has challenged to explore the many facets of love, passion, and life through her riveting books.

Every captivating word and plot in Love’s portfolio is geared towards empowering, enlightening, and entertaining whoever chances upon her writing. Because of this burning desire to catalyze others’ growth through continuous learning and self-reflection, Love founded her publishing company, earning the title of Ambassador of Black Love stories, where she helped publish over 300 enthralling books for over 50 talented authors.

When she’s not writing, Love utilizes her company as a platform that provides expert services and resources for both self-published and traditional authors, helping them to hone their craft and carve their path in the industry.

To learn more about B. Love and her books, visit http://www.authorblove.net or follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram using her official handle @authorblove.

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#PromoTour “A Double Play Summer” by L.M. Richardson

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A DOUBLE PLAY SUMMER

BY L.M. RICHARDSON

What starts as the best summer ever, quickly turns into a foul play. D.J. has to give up her bedroom, and the most important softball tournament of her short career, for Gran. Without D.J. the team isn’t confident they’ll be able to make it past the Summer Softball Showdown for a shot at Nationals. Being at Gran’s turns out to be more rewarding than D.J. could have imagined. Unexpectedly, Gran becomes her biggest advocate and cheerleader.

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            Eight is her number 

            McKinley is her name 

            Yes, she is the reason  

            We’re gonna win this game.  

 

            The dugout is cheering and going crazy. The bases are loaded and Big Mac is up to bat. Although she’s skinny, she got the nickname because she’s a finisher. Known for being a clutch player, sending balls deep into center field. McKinley’s hit the scoreboard at least five times this season and has knocked the ball over the fence at least six times. Someone from the stands once hollered Big Mac, and the name stuck.

            It’s a full count with two strikes, three balls at the bottom of the seventh inning, and we’re down by two. If Big Mac lives up to her reputation, she’ll bring us all home, and we’ll win the game.

             “Stay calm and focus,” Coach Todd yelled from the coach’s box.

            The pitcher throws the ball, and crack! Big Mac sends the ball deep into center field right over the fence. Our dugout goes wild and they all run to home plate to welcome us in chanting:

            Come home  

            Come home 

            We miss you  

            We miss you 

            Come home  

            Come home  

 

            “That’s the ball game!” The umpire yells.

            It’s shaping up to be the best summer ever! I’m playing my dream position and our team chemistry is the best it’s ever been. Most of us have played together since twelve and under softball and we’re genuine friends. Coach says you can’t buy the kind of chemistry we’ve developed over the years.

            I’ll dream about this game for months to come. I had four runs, made four outs, and almost a double play. Jade, my best friend and our first baseman, dropped the ball. But we’re working on making that play work. By the big tournament, we should have mastered it. We’re practicing, but game situations always come out different.

            On the drive home, I gave a recap of the highlights to my family. They could barely get a word in. Mama finally said, “When we get home, we need to talk.”

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                “Are you kidding me?” I said, dropping into a chair at the kitchen table. “But it’s a big tournament for our team. Ma, it’s a big tournament for me!”

            “There will be more tournaments this summer and the next. There is more to life than playing softball. Gran’s house is too much for her to take care of by herself, and her health has not been the best lately. She needs our help and we are going to give it to her. Our family is important and it comes first above everything else.”

            “What about Uncle Jaxon or Auntie Liv and their families? Can’t they do it, or at least help? Why do we have to do it?”

            “I can’t count on either of them right now. Your dad and I have discussed it and our decision is final.”

            “And you never considered how your decision would impact me, or even how I’d feel about it? I’ve worked hard, really hard over, the last year to get better. And now that I’ve finally secured my position as shortstop, you’re snatching the rug from under me. I’m not saying I don’t want to help Gran, but can we do it after my tournament?”

            “Don’t be so dramatic, Daisy. We’re all making sacrifices. And, I need you to move your things into your brother’s room before we leave. When we return, I want the room to be ready for your Gran.”

            “D.J., Ma. Will you please call me D.J. all the time?”

            From where I sit, it looks like I’m the only one making sacrifices around here. Gran is coming to live with all of us, but I’m having to give up my room and miss a crucial tournament. Other than my parents’ bedroom, mine is the next largest, with an ensuite bathroom. Daddy says he wants Gran to have her privacy.

            I have to move in with J.P., my nine-year-old brother. His room smells like old cheese, he farts in his sleep, and still has an imaginary friend. I’d be better off sleeping in a closet. Since I’m a girl, my older brother, J.R. and J.P. should share a room. My parents wouldn’t even entertain the thought. So, I’m stuck.

            Like I said before, I’m missing a crucial softball tournament. Mama thinks it’s just another tournament in a summer of tournaments. It’s so much more. I’ve worked my butt off to move from outfield to shortstop. I’ve practiced all year long, including during the off-season. I’ve always wanted to play shortstop since I first started playing when I was nine years old. Daddy took me to see a college softball game. Kattie Pierre was the shortstop. She was ridiculously good, catching balls and tagging runners between first and second base. Kattie stopped a ground ball, tagged second base, slung it to first, making a double play. From that day, I set my sights on playing shortstop just like her.

            My coaches have always put me in the outfield because of my speed. Finally, Coach Todd gave me a chance to play in-field. So far this season, I’ve led our team in runs and outs. I haven’t made a double-play yet, but I’m looking forward to that day. I don’t want to let our team down.

            This upcoming tournament is a game-changer for all of us. It’s the Super Summer Classic Showdown in Chicago. The top two teams are guaranteed a bid to the Midwest Nationals in Chicago. Coach Todd says we have a good shot. Playing on that level is the kind of opportunity softball players only get in their dreams. And it can open doors that high school leagues can’t. There will be college coaches from all over the U.S. looking for their next standout player. Although Kattie Pierre hasn’t played for years, she still attends.

            When we return to practice tomorrow, I will have to tell my teammates and coach, that I won’t be going with them to the big tournament, and their shot at Nationals is basically in the hands of Mya.

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#PromoTour “A Double Play Summer” by L.M. Richardson

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What starts as the best summer ever, quickly turns into a foul play. D.J. has to give up her bedroom, and the most important softball tournament of her short career, for Gran. Without D.J. the team isn’t confident they’ll be able to make it past the Summer Softball Showdown for a shot at Nationals. Being at Gran’s turns out to be more rewarding than D.J. could have imagined. Unexpectedly, Gran becomes her biggest advocate and cheerleader.

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As far back as she can remember, L.M. Richardson has wanted to be a writer. Her start came with a sixth-grade writing contest.Children’s books have always been her favorite of all other genres. Writing for children has always been her passion. Her aim is to create books where black young women can see themselves and be proud of who they are.Richardson is a wife, mother, and grandmother who enjoys spending time with her large family, relaxing on her patio, and cooking. She’s a college instructor at the University of Arkansas at Pine Bluff, her Alma Mater, and has a MA in Journalism.

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#ReleaseBlitz “Playing for Keeps (The Game Changers Series)” by A.C. Arthur

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The Game Changers

When the world counted them out, they knew it was time to change the game. They’ve been friends since landing in the same group home when they were teenagers. Now, due to life altering events, they’re each forced to once again pull themselves out of the ashes in a quest to find who they were meant to be. The answer, now that they’re all back in their hometown of Providence—a small town centrally located between Washington D.C. and Alexandria, Virginia—is to stick together. By pooling their resources, the wayward town troublemakers are now owners of Game Changers, a sports bar where their goal is to make sure that the good times outweigh the bad. Except, the bad always finds them. Luckily, a woman will come into each of their lives, not only to challenge them, but to also bring out the best in every member of this group of Black men that nobody ever expected to succeed.

This fall get ready for a small town with big city problems, boys growing into men and learning to stand their ground, strong women with their own goals and hearts full of love, and of course, hot and steamy nights!


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Delano “Del” Greer plays by the rules at all times. Especially after a scandal ruined his career at the police department and threatened to destroy his family’s reputation in his hometown of Providence. Now, he’s focused on establishing Game Changers as a  reputable sports bar. Once a staunch adversary of social media, Del puts the success of the bar first and gives it a try, using a fake name of course. When his trial run quickly lands him in a steamy online affair he’s happy to play along, until he learns that the woman on the other end of those hot text messages is his sister’s best friend.

Working alongside her father at his auto body shop since she was six years old, Rylan Kent is the polar opposite of her beauty pageant winning sister. She’s been best friends With Terra Greer for about the same amount of time. So imagine Rylan’s surprise when she inadvertently learns the identity of the guy who responded to her drunken chat and continued to share explicit ways he could bring her pleasure. Now, Rylan has no idea how the temperamental and all-about-keeping-up-appearances Del is going to react when he finds out the woman he’s been talking sex with is actually the one he called “greasy-peasy” all through high school. 

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AC Arthur was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland where she currently resides with her husband, three children, grandson and an English bulldog named Vader. An active imagination and a love for reading encouraged her to begin writing in high school and she hasn’t stopped since.Working in the legal field for over twenty-five years, AC has seen lots of horrific things and longs for the safe haven of a romance novel. To date, she has written in several genres: YA paranormal (w/a Artist Arthur), small town romance as Lacey Baker, and sexy contemporary and paranormal romance. With intriguing plots and sexy love scenes, AC brings a new edge to romance!

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#BookTour “Playing to Win (The Game Changers Series)” by A.C. Arthur


The Game Changers

When the world counted them out, they knew it was time to change the game. They’ve been friends since landing in the same group home when they were teenagers. Now, due to life altering events, they’re each forced to once again pull themselves out of the ashes in a quest to find who they were meant to be. The answer, now that they’re all back in their hometown of Providence—a small town centrally located between Washington D.C. and Alexandria, Virginia—is to stick together. By pooling their resources, the wayward town troublemakers are now owners of Game Changers, a sports bar where their goal is to make sure that the good times outweigh the bad. Except, the bad always finds them. Luckily, a woman will come into each of their lives, not only to challenge them, but to also bring out the best in every member of this group of Black men that nobody ever expected to succeed.

This fall get ready for a small town with big city problems, boys growing into men and learning to stand their ground, strong women with their own goals and hearts full of love, and of course, hot and steamy nights!



The series kicks off with PLAY TO WIN on September 8, 2020

Ethan Henley traded in his suit, tie and Secret Service badge to mix drinks at the Game Changers Sports Bar he now co-owns with his childhood friends. Returning to their hometown where they’d been branded the “bad boys” wasn’t part of their plan, but now that they’re back, they’re determined to prove everyone in town wrong. For Ethan, that means making amends with the girl who’s heart he’d unintentionally broken during high school.

Portia Merin left Providence and the awkward life she’d led there behind long ago. After a messy breakup and her retaliation leads to her unintended stardom as a sex instructor on YouTube, she decided to roll with it—despite her lack of actual experience on the subject—and is now on tour to promote her first instructional book. Life’s looking pretty good for Portia until the weather and the sale of her godmother’s house leave her stranded in Providence and her old high school crush shows up with a copy of her book.

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AC Arthur was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland where she currently resides with her husband, three children, grandson and an English bulldog named Vader. An active imagination and a love for reading encouraged her to begin writing in high school and she hasn’t stopped since.Working in the legal field for over twenty-five years, AC has seen lots of horrific things and longs for the safe haven of a romance novel. To date, she has written in several genres: YA paranormal (w/a Artist Arthur), small town romance as Lacey Baker, and sexy contemporary and paranormal romance. With intriguing plots and sexy love scenes, AC brings a new edge to romance!

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#PromoTour “Trust Fund Fiancé” by Naima Simone


TRUST FUND FIANCÉ

BY NAIMA SIMONE

An intriguing proposal mixes romance and finance…


His friend needs a fiancé to claim a fortune.

But they both know it’s about more than money…

Ezekiel Holloway’s proposition could save his friend Reagan Sinclair’s inheritance and give her the freedom she craves. But when family scandals force Ezekiel to end their fake engagement, the heiress comes up with a counterproposal—and they elope to Vegas after all! Is there something more than mere convenience at stake here?

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“Marry me.”

Ezekiel stared at Regan, struck speechless. Dozens of questions bombarded him, and he mentally waded through them, finally settling on the most important one. “What?”

“Marry me,” she repeated, closing the short distance between them, not stopping until her hands fisted the lapels of his suit jacket, her thighs braced against his and that honeysuckle scent embraced him like a long-lost lover.

He swallowed a groan at her nearness, at the feel of her body pressed to his. Lust, hot and hungry, punched him in the gut, then streamed through him in a swollen flood. Desperate to place distance between them so he could f*cking think, he gripped her hips to set her away from him. But touching her backfired. Instead of pushing her back, he held her close, his body rebelling and taking control. Two weeks. It’d been two long weeks.

“Reagan,” he rumbled.

“No, Zeke. Don’t give me all the reasons why we shouldn’t. I don’t care. Do you know where I just came from?” she asked, switching topics with a lightning speed that left him floundering. Between that and his *ick finding cushion against her stomach, he couldn’t keep up. “I just left a restaurant where my father arranged for me to have lunch with Justin McCoy.”

“The hell?” His grip on her tightened. Douglas had set her up with that a**hole?

“Yes.” Reagan nodded as if reading his mind. “Apparently my father considered him a more suitable match than you. A man who uses and throws away women for his own gain rather than you, a man who has been nothing but honorable and unfailingly kind and respectful. I had enough. I walked away from him and his machinations. I’m through allowing him to run my life, to make choices for me out of guilt and loyalty.”

Guilt? What the hell did that mean?

Shoving the questions aside for the moment, he refocused on her. “I understand your anger, believe me, I do, but take a moment and think this through before you make a mistake you can’t take back. This decision will cost you your inheritance. It could damage your relationship with your parents. Is this rebellion worth that? Because you’re not in…” He couldn’t finish that sentence. Couldn’t fathom it.

“No, Zeke, I’m not in love with you,” she assured him, and he exhaled a heavy breath. Even as an unidentifiable emotion twisted in his chest. “And maybe this is a little bit of rebellion on my part, but it’s so much more. I’m taking control—of my choices, my mind, my life. I respect you, Zeke. But this isn’t about you. It’s about me. About finally becoming the woman I’ve been too afraid to own. So, from now on, I’m making my own decisions,” she continued. “And that includes you. I choose you, Zeke. And I want you to marry me.”

Jesus, did she know what a delicious temptation she was? How he’d fought following after her that evening he’d let her walk out of his house? That had required strength he hadn’t realized he possessed. Doing it a second time…

No, she might feel certain here in this office, but she was still upset. Could feel very differently in the morning, hell, hours from now. Maybe after they talked this out, she would see—

She rose on her toes and crushed her mouth to his.

Oh f*ck.

His control snapped.

Like a flash fire, the press of her lips to his poured gasoline over the lust that had been steadily simmering. He took possession of that sweet siren’s mouth, claiming it with a thrust of his tongue. Possessing it with a long, wet lick. Corrupting it with an erotic tangle and suck that left little to the imagination about what he wanted from her.

And he wanted it all. In this moment where the lines between platonic friendship and desire incinerated beneath his greedy mouth and her needy whimpers, he wanted everything she had to give him.



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Published since 2009, USA Today Bestselling author Naima Simone loves writing sizzling romances with heart, a touch of humor and snark. Her books have been featured in The Washington Post and Entertainment Weekly, and described as balancing “crackling, electric love scenes with exquisitely rendered characters caught in emotional turmoil.” She is wife to Superman, or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent, and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, sometimes domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.

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#BookTour “Trolling Nights” by Savannah J. Frierson


TROLLING NIGHTS

BY SAVANNAH J. FRIERSON

It only takes a second to fall in love forever.

Navy SEAL Timothy Capshaw is only in Charleston, SC, for the summer. He’s not looking for a romance or even a hookup, but when he sees Bevin on his first night out on the town, he knows she’s the one for him. 

Coffeehouse owner Bevin Moore is the friend who makes sure everyone makes safe decisions when they go out for their Trolling Nights, the nights where her friends look for a weekend fling. But when she meets Tim, she knows he’s the most dangerous choice of all, especially for her heart.

How will Tim convince Bevin he’s the man she hasn’t known she’s been looking for and that the need for her Trolling Nights is over?

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On the drive back, George Strait serenaded her into a catnap. When the car’s rumbling cease, she opened her eyes to see they were in a parking garage. She sensed Tim’s eyes on her in the dimness, and soon, a callused, gentle finger glided down her cheek. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, hiding her reaction by unbuckling her seatbelt.

She heard a door open and close, and by the time she was ready to get out, Tim was there, holding her door open and helping her out. Again, Bevin averted her eyes from his. They were too hypnotic. If she stared any longer, she’d probably do something foolish.

Like kiss him.

“Ever been to the Kickin’ Chicken?” he asked, pulling her close to him so he could shut the door.

“Yeah. Good stuff.”

“A bunch of us went last weekend after we took a tour of downtown. First supper I had in Charleston. Loved it. Mind if we go there tonight?”

“Not at all,” Bevin said, and she started walking. Seconds later, Tim was next to her, taking her hand and settling it in the bend of his elbow.

“Trying to leave me back there?” he asked teasingly.

Bevin shook her head, trying to make her stride longer to match his. “Hungry, that’s all.”

“Hmm.”

Streetlamps dappled the sidewalks with soft amber and white glows, and pedestrians in various states of revelry traveled to and fro. Tim kept her close to him, eventually dropping their linked arms to take her hand in his while he weaved them through thick, oncoming traffic. His palm was warm and callused just like his fingers, but Bevin felt completely safe with him.

It disconcerted Bevin immensely. She’d never had her hand held before. She’d never had a guy be protective of her before. Bevin wanted to pull her hand out of Tim’s, so scared she’d become addicted to it…scared she already was. She kept her head bowed, looking at her feet walking over the stone sidewalks, unwilling to risk complete strangers seeing the dilemma in her eyes. Unwilling to risk Tim seeing it.

They entered the restaurant and noticed there was a wait even at this later hour. Tim put them on the list while Bevin went back outside in the mild, Charleston-night air. People were milling about and having a good time, yet Bevin felt out of place. Rarely did she go out alone, even though technically she wasn’t. She was with Tim; Tim, who had come out and stood in front of her as she avoided his gaze again.

“Sugar?”

She shivered, and not from the breeze that had swept down King Street. Bevin wrapped her arms around herself and looked at her feet again.

Tim’s large hands reached out and began rubbing her arms, his thumbs sometimes smoothing over the ball of her shoulders before his hands moved down to his elbows and back up again.

“I don’t like makin’ you nervous, Bevin,” he said quietly.

“I’m not nervous.”

“Then look at me.”

She waited a second before complying. There was nothing but kindness and sincerity in his gaze, and Bevin shut her eyes to them. It was unusual for those two things to be directed at her, especially coming from a man, especially regarding her.

“What are we doing here?” she whispered.

“Dinner?”

“Tim,” Bevin implored. “Are you playing games with me?”

“Look at me,” Tim said again, his voice as hard as the sidewalk underneath her feet. Bevin did, and she tried to step back from the anger and frustration that had replaced his earlier emotions.

“Unless there’s a chessboard or a deck of cards or a Twister mat or a ball between us, I promise there aren’t any games being played,” he said seriously.

Bevin sucked in a slow, deep breath. She couldn’t deny the truth even if she wanted to, and that scared her further. “What about charades?”

Tim frowned at her, then tapped her nose. “Now who’s playing?”

“Tim!” she said on a shocked laugh.

He grinned and drew her into a hug. “Damn, you feel good, baby.” He bent his head low and drifted his nose against hers. “Bevin…”

She put her hand on his jaw, wanted to soothe the tortured tenor from his voice. Tim turned his face to press a kiss to her palm, and he drew back so their eyes would meet.

“If I play games with you, I’ll let you know beforehand; and I’ll guarantee you’ll want to play too.”

Bevin slipped her bottom lip between her teeth, and she saw his eyes arrest on her mouth. He slid fingers through her hair, tucking strands behind her ear.

“We should probably go back inside so we don’t miss our table,” he murmured.

“Okay.”

He tugged her ear and grinned at her, and she rolled her eyes and twisted her mouth to stop her responding smile. He grabbed her hand, linking fingers this time, and took her back into the restaurant. They stood off to the side away from the door and waited about five more minutes before the hostess took them to their table.

“Do you know what you want?” Tim asked as they waited for their server to arrive.

“I’m not that hungry.”

“Well, that’s fascinating. Hungry one moment and not the next.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You ain’t had to call me out like that.”

Laughing, Tim tipped his chin to the menu. “Well, hungry or not, you can always order something and eat it later.”

“True.”

The server appeared, introducing herself and giving them menus. Bevin didn’t appreciate the way the cute blonde woman’s eyes widened with delight at the sight of Tim.

“Back again, I see!” she said, just shy of squealing. “Where are the others?” The server gave a cursory glance at Bevin and frowned. “This a friend?”

“Hello, Darcy, how are you tonight?” Tim asked, giving her a friendly smile.

“Oh, you know how it is,” Darcy said, waving her hand absently and looking at Bevin again. “Aren’t you cute! Are you Ulrich’s little sister?”

Bevin’s jaw dropped slightly, and Tim hid his face behind the menu, even though that wasn’t enough to muffle his snort. Nevertheless, she recovered quickly. “No. Just a friend.”

“Oh,” Darcy murmured, looking at Tim in confusion, but then shrugging. “Y’all like somethin’ to drink?”

“Sweet tea,” Bevin said, her smile as fake as the nails on Darcy’s fingers.

“I’ll have the same,” Tim replied.

“All righty, be back in a jiff!” Darcy said, and practically flounced away from their table.

Bevin cocked an eyebrow and folded her arms at her breasts. “Ulrich’s little sister!

Tim burst out laughing, unaware or uncaring several diners looked their way. The audacity of that blonde heffa! “Is it that hard to believe you’d have a meal with someone who looks like me?”

Tim was too busy turning red and crying with mirth to answer.

What appetite Bevin had was truly now gone, so when Darcy returned with their drinks and took their orders, flirting with Tim as if she wasn’t sitting right there, Bevin half-heartedly ordered a three-piece chicken strips basket. She knew good and well that thirty minutes later, she’d wrap up the entire meal to go.

“Hey,” Tim said, pointing reaching out a hand toward her sweet tea. “Give me your hand.”

Bevin had been running her fingers up and down the cool glass. “What’s wrong?”

He gave her an exasperated look. “Humor me.”

Nothing had been funny since the moment Darcy had come to their table, but Bevin decided to oblige Tim anyway. He grasped her fingers and brought their knuckles to his lips, then he squeezed her fingers and linked his through hers, setting their joined hands down on the table.

“Tell me a little about yourself,” he said lowly, using his drawl as a deadly weapon against her defenses.

Bevin couldn’t, too distracted by her fingers intertwined with his and his free hand drifting over their interlocked digits. “Ah…”

“Tell me something those in the Femme Crew don’t know about you,” he said, staring at her fingers as if they were the most fascinating things he’d ever laid eyes on.

Bevin had to use her left hand to pick up her sweet tea and she took a long drink. The corner of Tim’s mouth curled into a knowing smile, and Bevin shook her head to deny the delicious effect it had on her.


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#BookTour “Scandalous Secrets” by Synithia Williams

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SCANDALOUS SECRETS

BY SYNITHIA WILLIAMS

Can they do what’s right…without betraying their hearts?

Senatorial candidate Byron Robidoux always does the right thing. And, after years of focus and dedication, his life and campaign are going exactly to plan—until a blackmailer jeopardizes everything. No one is supposed to know that thirteen years ago, Byron told a lie to protect a college friend. And now that lie could destroy his career…and threaten the woman he never stopped loving.

Zoe Hammond hardly recognizes the refined and handsome politician Byron has become. The last time she saw him, he was the friend who saved her life by claiming to be the father of her unborn baby. For that, she’d do anything for him. Except Byron’s world of wealth, reputation and deceit isn’t a place where Zoe or her daughter belong. But when a menace from the past comes calling again, staying with Byron is best for them all. And, as the searing attraction between them builds, they soon realize some things are worth fighting for…especially love.

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Synithia Williams has loved romance novels since reading her first one at the age of 13. It was only natural that she would one day write her own romance. When she isn’t writing, Synithia works on water quality issues in the Midlands of South Carolina while taking care of her supportive husband and two sons. You can learn more about Synithia by visiting her website, www.synithiawilliams.com

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