Situations 2: Jaded Ambitions Review

I’ve been patiently waiting to write a review about Author James D Sanders’s newest novel, Situations 2: Jaded Ambitions. After a four-year hiatus, James Sanders came back strong with the follow up to Situations.

An urban street lit, Situations 2 picks up right where the prequel left off. We find that Dee is adjusting to being “out the game.” He’s trying to do the family thing; for both his girl’s and his sake. But when Jay is attacked and on the verge of death, Dee gets thrown back into the mix.

Where do I begin? I loved it! This was the first book I’ve read in a long time where I didn’t “figure it out” from jump. The twists, the turns, the feel was all real. Without giving away any spoilers, this book is even more intense than the first. You get to see the prosperity and growth of characters, the unquestionable loyalty that gets rewarded and the betrayal that undoubtedly resides in all things involving the game and money.

I read the book twice in one day, once for pleasure and the other time to make sure I didn’t miss any hints or clues that I should have picked up. It’ll be very interesting to see a follow up or a prequel to this book. I’d love to see how it all began and where Jay and Dee come from, childhood wise.

I give it 5/5 – follow Mr. Sanders at http://www.authorjamessanders.com. You can cop his e-book or the paperback for both Situations 1 and Situations: Jaded Ambitions on his site or on amazon.

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ – Elle Wright “His All Night”

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HIS ALL NIGHT by Elle Wright (November 24, 2015; Forever Mass Market; Edge of Scandal #2)

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THE PRICE OF PLEASURE
In relationships, Calisa Harper has clear rules: no expectations, no commitments, no one gets hurt. She doesn’t need a diamond ring to bring her happiness. She just needs Jared. Fine, fit, and ferocious in bed, Jared is Calisa’s ideal combination of friend and lover. But the no-strings status they’ve shared for years is about to get very tangled.

Jared Williams is the kind of man most women long for: sexy, successful, and ready to settle down. He knows convincing the commitment-phobic Calisa that forever is nothing to fear won’t be easy-especially when his ex turns up with a daughter she never told him about. In a heartbeat, Jared and Calisa’s passion goes from fiery to fragile. He wants to hold on to the love they share but is terrified that their next night together could be their last . . .

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She heard the click of the door latch behind her, but continued to touch up her make‑up.
“How’s your date?”
Whirling around, she nearly toppled over when she lost her footing. Shocked, she rushed to the door and swung it open, peeking outside. She closed the door and turned to face a smirking Red. “What the hell are you doing?” she hissed. “This is the ladies’ room.”
He shrugged, his hazel eyes raking over her body. “I was just checking on you. You bolted from your table so fast, I thought something was wrong.”
“How is it that, of all the places in the city, we end up at the same restaurant?”
“Coincidence,” he told her. “Holiday party. The firm likes to go all out.”
“Really? Red, it’s not even December yet.”
“They did it early this year,” he explained, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “They’re calling it a harvest party.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here?” She forced a frown onto her face even as her insides were melting at the smell of his cologne.
“Didn’t think I had to. But since you’re here, you could always join me.” He traced the vee on her dress, sending shivers up her spine. “Why don’t you get rid of the stiff and come up to my room?”
Tempted as she was, she wasn’t going out like that. “No,” she breathed, suddenly feeling very . . . hot. “I have a date.”
Slowly, he edged closer to her. She retreated until the hard doorknob dug into her back. Reaching behind her, he flipped the lock on the door, the click echoing in the empty bathroom. Sucking in a deep breath, she waited, anticipating his next move.
His fingers flitted across the hem of her dress and he inched it up a bit. Kneeling down, he slipped his hands under her dress and slowly pulled down her underwear. She held her breath, wondered what he would do next.
“Step out of them,” he ordered in a low, deep voice.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she stepped out of her lace panties. With a smirk, he stood up, tucked the thin material into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and pulled out a tiny key card. He placed it in her hand and closed her fingers around it. “Room 1179,” he murmured, his lips a mere inch away from hers. Closing her eyes, she took in the smell of cognac on his breath and leaned closer.
His soft laugh brought her mind back to their location and she opened her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but he placed a finger over her lips.
“Shh. Try not to think about what I’m going to do to you, while you’re on your date.” Swinging open the door, he walked out, whistling.
She hated him—in the best way.

REVIEW: After receiving and reading an ARC, I give this book a resounding 5 stars. It is definitely a great follow up to the Forbidden Man. All of the love, the romance, the drama, the fireworks and all of the camaraderie of it’s predecessor, His All Night doesn’t fail to meet up to expectations. I could hardly put it down. It picks up where Sydney and Morgan left off and introduces Calisa in a new light. It’s easy to understand where she’s coming from and what causes her to be how she is. I love Jared’s fight and I love the brutal honesty that he is able to dish out (and receive). Kudos to Ms. Elle Wright, I look forward to much more.

And don’t miss book one in the Edge of Scandal series, THE FORBIDDEN MAN:

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In Love With the Wrong Man

Sydney Williams has forgiven her fiancé, Den, more times than she can count. But his latest betrayal just days before their wedding is too big to ignore. Shocking her friends and family, she calls off the engagement. She walks out on Den . . . and into the arms of his brother, Morgan.

Known as a player, Morgan Smith has secretly spent years fighting his feelings for Sydney. When Den’s latest dirty deed leaves Sydney devastated, Morgan can’t stop himself from coming to her rescue. What begins as friendship quickly escalates into all-consuming passion. Despite their intense connection, Sydney would rather deny her desire than come between brothers. But as Morgan is determined to make Sydney his, Den won’t give her up without a fight . . .

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About the author:
Born and raised in Southeast Michigan near Ann Arbor, Elle learned the importance of reading from her mother. It was also her mother who, later on in her life, gave Elle her first romance novel: Indigo by Beverly Jenkins. From that moment on, Elle became a fan of Ms. Jenkins for life and a lover of all things romance. An old journal she wrote back in college became her first book (which she still wants to publish one day).

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Author Highlight: Author Shatika Turner

Today’s Author Highlight is Author Shatika Turner.

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Shatika Turner is the author of three works: The Ill Truth, A Fem’s Playground and A Fem’s Playground 2: Game Over. She is also the owner of Little Lady Promotions; a social media-based promotion company. She currently resides in NY. She has an Associate’s degree in Liberal Arts and is currently going to college to obtain a Bachelor’s Degree in Business Management. Her future plans are to mentor the youth and do public speaking.

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Twitter: @authorsturner
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Patience
Here I was three years later and doing my thing. Shade decided that she wouldn’t press charges because, in her words, that’d be too easy. After she got released from the hospital, she made sure to text me and let me know that her plans at revenge were going to be sweet. I laughed at every text, she was not that stupid, she knew I had ears everywhere and pull with everyone. I could pretty much get myself out of any situation. However I was grateful that no police were called and Shade or her ugly bitch didn’t hurt me. I hadn’t seen Shade since it happened, but my BFF sees her all the time and every time she tells me how I did a number on her. As much as I wanted to kill her for hurting me I am so glad that I didn’t.

After I caught Shade cheating, it changed my perspective of love and relationships. In my mind, it no longer existed. For months after that, I questioned what the meaning of love was. I thought I had looked it in the face for two years, slept next to it. I was dead wrong. She never loved me and I wouldn’t allow myself to believe otherwise.

I sold the house that we lived in and moved into a house in a cul-de-sac in a nice part of East Moriches, NY. There were never any financial worries after Shade left because the firm I worked for was doing well. I had my back all day, every day. I drove a nice crème colored Mercedes Benz and could partake in any luxury I desired. Even with that said I learned not to spend money like water. I was a wealthy 28 year old woman that budgeted, saved and put away.

The life that I lived allowed me to have my pick of women. I didn’t flash money to make them come to me, I just simply spoke. There was no need to flaunt my money in women’s faces because I wasn’t planning on pursuing anything with them. Dine ‘em, do ‘em, ditch ‘em and dismiss ‘em was my motto. I let them know upfront that there was no love, relationship or titles involved after we had sex. If they couldn’t get down with that, they could not get down with me.

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“911, what’s your emergency?”

“My girlfriend… my girlfriend, she has been shot.” I choked out between sobs.

“Ma’am, do not move her. Is she breathing? Does she have a pulse?”

That is the last thing I remember hearing before passing out. That was two weeks ago and the scene kept replaying in my head like a nightmare. That bitch, Desiree had tried to take my baby’s life.  What did I do to deserve this? Better yet, what did she do to deserve this?  I had tried so hard to keep Blaze out of my web of drama though I never knew Desiree was capable of anything that she had done. I admit that bitch had massive balls and they hung pretty low; but I had enormous balls and they swung. She could run but she couldn’t hide. Karma was going to get her but I was going to end her.

In 50 words or less, what is A Fem’s Playground about?
A Fem’s Playground series features multiple characters that face challenges similar to ones that are faced in the LGBT community. This series surrounds love, sex and betrayal and is slightly rough around the edges BUT there is a lesson intertwined in the pages.

Are you self-published or part of a publishing company?
I am part of Diamante Publications.

Who are some authors that you read?
I read Ben Burgess Jr., Arkeya Keys, Nikishia Mock, and K.S. Oliver. There are many more.

Put together your dream anthology: what would be the genre, who would be the authors and why?
My dream anthology would be women’s fiction. The authors would be T.C. Littles, Arkeya Keys, K.S. Oliver because all of these authors have books with strong female characters.

Describe yourself in three words.
I would describe myself as strong, determined and generous.

Where do you see yourself in five years?
In five years, I see myself as being a well-known author and a mentor to younger kids doing speaking engagements.

Who would you say welcomed you with open arms when you had your first book published?
Ni’chelle Genovese and Maurice “Author First” welcomed me with open arms when I first published my poetry book and I will never forget all the advice they gave me.

Author Highlight: Author Sentu Taylor

Today’s Author Highlight is none other than the Illuminati’s favorite: Sentu Taylor. (BTW get well soon sir.)

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Sentu Taylor hails from the West Coast, having spent his early childhood years in California before moving to and growing up in Tacoma, Washington. He’s a writer who is hard to place into a category because his work fuses elements from many different genres. Horror, urban fiction and dark satire are the most convenient descriptions of his work. His self-published Gangpire trilogy has been a surprise hit, not only in the U.S but also in the U.K. He was also featured in Winter’ Chill with Kenya Moss Dyme, Deb K Mason, and Omar Tyree. Outside of writing his hobbies consist of painting, tattooing, and trolling the world wide web.

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IG & twitter: sentu_taylor
Facebook: Sentu Taylor

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Life has never been a walk in the park for Tacoma. With a crack addict as a mother, and no father, he has been responsible to take care of his little sister Seattle since he was nine, while living in one of East Oakland’s most notorious drug and gang infested neighborhoods. Every day is a struggle; they’re forced to steal food, and have to rely on their street wits to survive. Lucky for them, Tacoma’s best friend Raider’s grandmother, Mama Marcella, shields them from getting detected by Social Services.

Tragedy strikes one fateful day when Tacoma asks Raider to pick Seattle up from school. But Raider forgets, and Seattle never makes it home. Tacoma’s world shatters around him, and he vows to wreak violent revenge on those responsible for her disappearance. But they are only teenage boys, and no match to fight Seattle’s powerful abductors.

Raider has an idea. With the help of an ancient Santeria book he stole from his grandmother, he turns both of them into vampires.

Their bloody journey to save Seattle takes them deep into the corrupt underworld of the Oakland police force, secret FBI task forces, a beautiful scientist, and death.

As the two unleash their newly acquired powers, things get quickly out of control. Tacoma and Raider turn their friends into vampires to help them fight against powerful enemies, and together they leave a trail of dead bodies along the entire West Coast.

Follow Tacoma on his desperate quest to find his sister, while spiraling deep into the world of an escalating vampire war…

1. You’re into Dark Humor and you say Chuck Palahnuik is one of your favorite authors. What’s your favorite book by him and why?
Great question! Tough one too actually, Fight Club of course is one, Rant was written super clever I think I’ve read it like 4 times, right now I’m reading his Damned/Doomed series and am waiting on it’s last installment to see where it goes. I love his stuff because he will force you to think about the state of society and our mindless habit with his sly wit and humor. One thing about him though is that his books are either phenomenal or they suck ass. There’s no grey area with Chuck Palahniuk.

2. Describe the Gangpire series.
It’s a mash up of many genres, and kind of started years ago when as a kid I saw “Lost Boys” and the thought of “What if these rock star cool vampires, would’ve been rap star cool vampires from the ghetto.” That daydream had nagged me into adult hood until I finally relented to it and made it come to life.

3. How has your upbringing inspired your writing style?
I think it did in many ways, like my mother was hella sarcastic, add that to me having been into MAD magazine low brow humor, a ghetto public school system class clown, and then an aspiring to be a battle rapper for a while set to ground layer for my particular style of writing.

4. Have you written anything outside of dark humor, parody, horror? If so, why? If not, why not?
I haven’t, and I don’t really know why lol . It’s kinda just so in me that while going a different route and I come across an opportunity to slide in a subtle smart ass joke, I can never resist it. It’s almost like that scene in the movie “Ladies Man” where Leon Phelps is trying to not be a pervert and this naive nun keeps throwing all this unintentional sexual innuendo at him during an interview and he couldn’t hold back. Plus I think I kind of found my niche and a method where readers outside my genre get into my work, I don’t want to make a foolish spectacle of myself like when Michael Jordan went to play baseball.

5. What is your next project?
I’m knee deep into this story revolving around the conspiracy theories revolving big name rappers having sold their souls to a satanic cult in order to become these stars. It kinda began as a purely comedic book but as I kept doing more research for this novel (I’ve got about a years worth of research invested in this) some of these theories couldn’t be denied, which mixed in with my left field approach should be, hopefully will be, a book that’ll be read and re-read.

6. How long have you been writing and what is your inspiration?
Really most of my life, I wrote my first rap song in the third grade about “witches in the sea so don’t take yo’ ass in that sea.” And besides having spread my subject matter a bit more than to witches in the sea I’m still at it. I’ve been into spooky shit then and that’s what still inspires me. I really lived the street life and therefore I don’t think I’ll ever be inspired to write one of those books about a dope guy who falls in love and now doesn’t want to be a dope guy no more, I just find that so mundane like Eskimos don’t read books about living in igloos, because they live in fucking igloos lol and that’s how I see the dope guy books.

7. What’s your favorite part of being in the illuminati?
You know I stumbled on how to join doing research for this book and I thought that people had to sacrifice a family member like how they say on YouTube but I found out all you gotta do is throw shit at pedestrians from a 22 story window of a NYC sky scraper and you’re in. After that you’ll get all the free Wi Fi you can imagine. Greatest decision I made in my life.

Tyranny of Evil: Hearts of Men

HAPPY RELEASE DAY to the authors of Tyranny of Evil: Hearts of Men and members of the Mystery-Suspense-Thrillers by AA Authors group!

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IT JUST WENT LIVE. $5.99 All proceeds go to the Innocence Project. CLICK ON THE BOOK TO ACCESS THE PURCHASE PAGE ON AMAZON!!!

“The Innocence Project, http://www.innocenceproject.org/, is a national litigation and public organization dedicated to exonerating wrongfully convicted individuals through DNA testing and reforming the criminal justice system to prevent future injustice. The organization was founded in 1992 by Barry C Scheck and Peter J Neufeld at the Benjamin N. Cardozo School of Law at Yeshiva University to assist prisoners who could be proven innocent through DNA testing. To date, more than 300 people in the United States have been exonerated by DNA testing, including 18 who served time on death row. These people served an average of 14 years in prison before exoneration and release. The Innocence Project’s full-time staff attorneys and Cardozo clinic students provide direct representation or critical assistance in most of these cases. The Innocence Project’s groundbreaking use of DNA technology to free innocent people has provided irrefutable proof that wrongful convictions are not isolated or rare events but instead arise from systemic defects. Now an independent nonprofit organization closely affiliated with Cardozo School of Law at Yeshiva University, the Innocence Project’s mission is nothing less than to free the staggering numbers of innocent people who remain incarcerated and to bring substantive reform to the system responsible for their unjust imprisonment.”

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“Mind Fuck” – An overachieving ER doctor, Doris Radford, was taking the world by storm until a blue collar worker named Jacques enters the picture. Used and then rejected, Doris finds herself at the point of no return!

Author Highlight: Antwan Floyd Sr.

Today’s author highlight is Antwan Floyd Sr.. He is one of the eight authors whose work will be featured in the Tyranny of Evil: The Hearts of Men anthology.

On August 28th, 2015, Bleeding Pen Publishing Presents “Tyranny of Evil: Hearts of Men”
This anthology features eight authors with all e-book proceeds going directly to charity. The charity is called The Innocence Project and you can find out more about this charity via their link: http://www.innoceneceproject.org.

Antwan Floyd Sr.’s Contribution to the book is the short story titled “Cannibal in the City.”

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Antwan Floyd Sr is changing the literary world with his multi-faceted business. Not only is he a single father, he is an avid read and his entrepreneurship in books is way ahead of its time. He launched Bleeding Pen Publishing in 2009, where he publishes, authors and graphic designs his work. Through BPP, he has released several titles in paperback and in eBook format; including the soon to be release anthology Tyranny of Evil. With his own brand of storytelling, Antwan brings a new perspective to the literary world. He currently resides in Indianapolis, IN where he is always working on his next project and is the proud bookstore owner of Maleah Solange Independent Book Sellers at Washington Square Mall.

You can reach out to Antwan Floyd Sr. by any of the following means.
FB: https://www.facebook.com/authorantwan.floyd
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AntwanFloyd
Instagram: https://instagram.com/piecekeeper77/
Website: http://www.bleedingpenpublishing.com/index.html

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Kill the brain, the body must die!
~Cheyenne

EXCERPT (click the link to access the book) (RATED R FOR LANGUAGE)
“Thank you again, Governor Love. This is a great book!” The female patron gushed as Ally Love signed a copy of her latest title “Dust off the Ashes.”

“My pleasure. And please call me Ally. I’m not your Governor anymore.” She handed the book to the woman and smiled.

“No disrespect, Ally, but you have done more for the people in this city in the years you were in office than anyone has done in the past twenty years. And your new book…” The woman held the book close to her chest. “Dust off the Ashes will be a best seller and the fact that you’re donating all the proceeds to the battered women’s shelter proves that you are a God send. For that and everything else you’ve done you will always be my Governor.”

Ally hugged the woman. “Thank you. I sincerely hope you enjoy the book.”

The woman turned and exited the Oakley Auditorium in Ivy Tech’s Community College clutching the novel as if it were a sacred heirloom. The college had hosted for a lecture and book signing. Both had gone well but now things were wrapping up. She looked around the auditorium for her husband. Late again, she thought to herself. Checking her IPHONE for any missed messages she saw that there were none. Dropping the phone into her purse she began packing her laptop into her bag to leave.

“What’s good, Whip?” A voice called from the seats.

Ally’s back was to the seating area and she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She hadn’t gone by the street moniker in over twenty years. Who would dare address her as such in this arena? She turned around smiling half-heartedly as she placed her hand in front of her face in an attempt to block the spotlight that was shining in her eyes. She remained silent as she watched the shadowy figure carrying a knapsack approach the stage. When the person was near enough for Ally to get a clear view she tore away from the stage abandoning her belongings. The first thing she noticed was that she was wearing black from head to toe. Black hoody, jeans, boots and leather gloves. She also wore the four karat canary yellow diamond earrings she had given her one year for her birthday. Ally was shocked. “Oh my God! When did you get home?” She threw her arms around the woman in a strong embrace.

“A couple hours ago.”

“Thank God, he brought you back home to us.”

“I’m home alright. It had nothing to do with God though.”

Ally took a step back and looked at her old friend. She smiled. “In any case it’s good to see you, I see you still have the earrings.”

Cheyenne ran both hands across the diamonds in her earlobes. “How are the rest of the girls?”

“Oh God… we haven’t gotten together since… well you know… since you went away.”

“I went away huh?” Cheyenne’s eyebrow rose. “Like a breeze in the wind.”

Ally tried to keep her tone even. “I wrote you and put money on your books. Why did you take my name off of the visiting list?”

“I was doing my time. I didn’t need anyone to do that time with me. I jumped in front of that bullet, Whip.”

“Don’t be so bleak, Cheyenne.” Ally looked around at the few stragglers that were still in the auditorium. “And I don’t go by Whip anymore. Just call me Ally. Those days are behind me.”

Cheyenne took a step back and looked at Ally analyzing her eyes and face. “Ally. Right. It’s a real shame though, Whip.” She held her hands up as if she were mixing ingredients in a pot over a stove. “When you was in that kitchen, you had the best whip game out there. Hit the product with a little water, baking soda, and bam! Man, you turned a thousand grams into a brick and a half every rip and it still tasted like butter.”

Ally felt her skin crawl listening to Cheyenne reminisce about the old days.

Cheyenne paused noticing her old buddy’s discomfort. She smiled with dark eyes. “But yeah, those days are behind you. Me, I don’t know so much.”
Ally turned to retrieve her things. “Well you came here for a reason, Cheyenne. So what’s up?”

Cheyenne chuckled. “Still the same ol’ Whip. Straight to the point right?”

Ally’s eyes narrowed and her nose flared at the blatant disrespect. “Some shit don’t change huh?” she asked in a hushed tone between clenched teeth. “Same ol’ Cheyenne shitting on whoever doing whatever she wants.”

“Yeah well I suppose some people don’t change. You know we all can’t trade in two-hundred dollar jeans for two thousand dollar suits. When it comes to people like me, no matter what, once a gangster always a gangster. ‘Ya feel me?”

Ally didn’t like where the conversation was headed and attempted to pass Cheyenne to exit the stage area. “If you say so. It was nice seeing you but I have to go.”

Cheyenne blocked her path.

Ally took a step back and stared at the other woman aggressively. She had always been the less skilled fighter of the crew but was undoubtedly the one with the most heart and was always the first one to run to a fight. “Move, Cheyenne.”

“Not before I’m done.”

Ally placed her hands on her hips. “Well speak your peace so I can be on my way.”

Cheyenne held up both of her hands in a non-defensive manner. “I just want an autograph.”

Ally stared back disbelievingly.

Cheyenne chuckled. “Straight up, Whip.”

Ally shot her a nasty look. The doors resounded throughout the empty room as the last attendees exited. Ally felt uncomfortable.

“I mean, Ally, just an autograph.” Cheyenne spoke with mock sincerity. “Seriously.”

Letting down her guard she attempted to pass Cheyenne once more and pointed to a box sitting on tote bag sitting on in a chair on the front row of the stadium seats. “Let me get you a book.”

Cheyenne blocked her again.

Ally was annoyed. “Ugh, what is this, Cheyenne? I don’t have time to-”

Cheyenne reached into the army fatigue knapsack she was carrying and removed a copy of Ally’s book. “I brought my own.”

Ally felt a little guilty about her behavior. It had been almost two decades since they’d last seen one another. She had forgotten how aggressive Cheyenne’s personality was. Placing her hand on her forehead Ally laughed nervously. “Girl, I’m sorry. I’m tripping.” Ally quickly pulled out a pen and signed the book before handing it back to Cheyenne. “I didn’t think you would read stuff like this.”

“Usually don’t. Just stuff on human nature and the natural laws of nature shit.” Cheyenne looked down at the novel and stepped to the side.
Ally passed her laughing. “Shit like that huh?”

“Yeah. Shit. Like…you know.”

Amused Ally paused and turned back to face Cheyenne. “Enlighten me on shit, as you so elegantly put it.”

Cheyenne swung the hardcover book smacking Ally square across the temple with the flat side of the book. Ally’s head involuntarily jerked to the side as a second blow with the spine of the book smashed against her windpipe. Falling backwards clutching at her throat Cheyenne throttled her pummeling her throat with ferocious blows until her windpipe cracked. “Enlighten you? Huh, smart mouth bitch? Everyone knows you kill the brain, the body must die!”

Author Highlight: Randy Coxton

Today’s author highlight is Randy Coxton. He is one of the eight authors whose work will be featured in the Tyranny of Evil: The Hearts of Men anthology.

On August 28th, 2015, Bleeding Pen Publishing Presents “Tyranny of Evil: Hearts of Men”
This anthology features eight authors with all e-book proceeds going directly to charity. The charity is called The Innocence Project and you can find out more about this charity via their link: http://www.innoceneceproject.org.

Randy Coxton’s Contribution to the book is the short story titled “Mind.”

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Randy Coxton is an aspiring multi-genre author, father of three and grandfather of two adorable granddaughters. After eight years of writing articles, novels, and poetry, he expanded into the publishing side and became the founder of Veracity Publishing Company (formerly known as Coxton Publishing). Randy’s most recent work includes the two volume series: Deceived and Deceived II- A Wife’s Revenge. He’s style of writing is a combination of realistic experiences with a fictitious flare. Randy’s ultimate writing goal for is to create an opportunity for readers to connect with his characters; making every story as relatable as possible. His upcoming projects include: Hostile Takeover, PaperGirlz, and a collaboration with an esteemed group of male authors. As the founder of Veracity Publishing I am always looking to assist other aspiring new authors who desire to cultivate their craft.

You can reach out to Randy Coxton by any of the following means:
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Randy-Coxton/e/B00VIBFADW

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EXCERPT (click the link to access the book) (RATED R FOR SEXUAL CONTENT)
Where have I smelled that scent before?” he thought.
He unlocked the door and discovered Cynthia dressed in a blue and black panty set with thigh high stockings.
“Wassup?” he asked, dropping his room key on the desk.
Cynthia smiled mischievously, “Nothing just waiting on you. So what’s up?”
Jason was flattered but at the same the lack of sleep from the night before was calling his attention. Jason smiled, “Baby, I am really tired but if you want to practice we can.”
Cynthia was glad that her gesture was well received. “I figured we had the rest of the day to ourselves soo…”
Jason remained diplomatic as he answered, “So what do you have in mind?”
Cynthia’s face lit up with his response. “Well I figure we can enjoy one another’s company and go from there,” she responded.
Jason replied, “Sounds like one hell of a plan to me. Well, let me take a shower first.”
Cynthia was lying on the bed looking at a magazine when she asked, “Do you need some company?”
Jason smiled, “See now you being bad,” he started getting undressed and ready to shower.
Cynthia watched as he carefully removed his clothers. “Take your time, I am taking in the view,” Cynthia remarked.
Jason was naked as he stood in front of Cynthia. Jason laughed as her eyes lit up at the sight of his body and the way his limp dick hung with a curve. “I will be right back,” he said as he made his way to the shower.

Author Highlight: Divine Six

Today’s author highlight is Divine Six. She is one of the eight authors whose work will be featured in the Tyranny of Evil: The Hearts of Men anthology.

On August 28th, 2015, Bleeding Pen Publishing Presents “Tyranny of Evil: Hearts of Men”
This anthology features eight authors with all e-book proceeds going directly to charity. The charity is called The Innocence Project and you can find out more about this charity via their link: http://www.innoceneceproject.org.

Divine Six’s Contribution to the book is the short story titled “Breaking Point.”

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Divine Six hails from Chicago, IL. She moved to Fayetteville, NC in 2006. Upon release of her first novel, Lady Vendetta, this urban fiction world stood still. Her sophomore novel is a certified street banger. Divine Six is fulfilling her dreams of being an author in a big way. Now with more than five titles under her belt under two pen names, she is definitely recognized in the literary world. She currently resides in NC with her husband and six children and is working on her next 5 star hit.

You can reach out to Divine Six by any of the following means.
FB: Marina Chestnut (Marina J)
FB: Marina Jefferson (Divine Six)
IG: dsix_marinaj
Twitter: authoressdivine

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EXCERPT (click the link to access the book) (RATED R FOR LANGUAGE)
Is this motherfucker for real right now? So I have a sister? A sister that I knew nothing about my entire life? My brother and I knew nothing about another sibling. I had to give it to my father. He really did a damn good job of hiding some shit. Right know I didn’t know who my father was and I honestly didn’t give a shit. Once I took care of my father and my kids, I was after little Ms. Tiffany next. There was no way in hell I was going to share shit with some bastard child my father had. It was bad enough that Alex Jr. had his stake in the company but he was no threat to me which is why he remained safe. His ass was far away overseas without an inkling as to the problems transpiring back home. “So you mean to tell me that I have a sister I never even met?’ “You’ve met her.” My father replied. I scoffed at him. I had met this bitch before. When? I racked my brain trying to come up with any memory that I may have met this broad and then it dawned on me. “You mean to tell me that little runt David’s mother who used to let my kids come over all the time is my sister?” I remembered this broad named Graciela whose kid got real close with Teadora and Junior when they were kids. David was always hanging out with my kids having sleepovers and whatnot. Now that I think about it, that bitch did resemble my brother and I quite a bit. I was beyond pissed! “You brought that bitch to my house? Her son played with my kids?” My father said nothing. “Well old man you’ve just sealed your fate. You cheat on my mother AND write me out your will. Say goodbye to all that you love because I’m about to send you to you maker.” With one shot to the temple I killed my father with no remorse.

Author Highlight: C. Lynette

Today’s author highlight is C. Lynette. She is one of the eight authors whose work will be featured in the Tyranny of Evil: The Hearts of Men anthology.

On August 28th, 2015, Bleeding Pen Publishing Presents “Tyranny of Evil: Hearts of Men”
This anthology features eight authors with all e-book proceeds going directly to charity. The charity is called The Innocence Project and you can find out more about this charity via their link: http://www.innoceneceproject.org.

C. Lynette’s Contribution to the book is the short story titled “Deadly Games.”

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C. Lynette was born in Northwest Indiana but raised in Southeast Michigan. She knew she was destined to write from the age of 9 when she was just submitting short stories to her elementary school newspaper. Upon graduating from high school, C. Lynette turned her attentions to Journalism. She has had 17 articles published in various Michigan newspapers and even in the South Bend Tribune. It took 8 years, but she finally took a leap of faith and decided to write, with some encouragement from her friends and family. C. Lynette lives in Indianapolis with her 3-year old son and works for the State of Indiana.

You can reach out to C. Lynette by any of the following means.
Facebook – http://facebook.com/writerclynette or http://facebook.com/clynettewrites
Twitter – http://twitter.com/cgotti22
Goodreads – http://goodreads.com/clynette
Website – http://burkscry.wix.com/clynette or http://clynette.weebly.com
Instagram – Writer_C_Lynette
Email – writerclynette@gmail.com

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EXCERPT (click the link to access the book)

Chapter: Blacks And Hennessey Pt 2
He poured himself some Hen, on which I passed. I didn’t need it for what I was about to do to him. I wanted him to get as loose as possible, because he was about to take this L in a major way. Although he was confident in his abilities, when he drinks a little he gets real loose-lipped. I let him get it all out and I took it all in. He was a cunning linguist, but I was about to make him tap out. He didn’t even know it.

“And, your head game is okay. I can ignore it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “I’m sorry, that sounded like the weakest challenge I’ve ever heard. You know better.”

He smiled as he rolled his eyes. A small smirk remained on his face as his eyes diverted toward the TV. That’s when I made my move.

I slid off the sectional to the floor, on my knees directly in front of him. His eyes never left the TV as he licked his lips with anticipation. He always loved a challenge, and I was about to present him with a version of it he had never seen. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans; watching his manhood twitch and jump as it grew within the confines of his boxer. Then I sat back down on the couch.

He wanted to play “hard to get” so I played the game right back with him. If I didn’t have his attention when I partially freed him, I certainly had it now. He looked at me with a semi-angered, disbelief look.
I let him simmer for a few more minutes before I leaned over and worked my magic touch. I released his manhood free of its prison. He readjusted himself but I warned him, “no, no. Keep watching TV. Don’t pay me any mind.”

Author Highlight: Kenya Moss-Dyme

Today’s author highlight is Kenya Moss-Dyme. She is one of the eight authors whose work will be featured in the Tyranny of Evil: The Hearts of Men anthology.

On August 28th, 2015, Bleeding Pen Publishing Presents “Tyranny of Evil: Hearts of Men”
This anthology features eight authors with all e-book proceeds going directly to charity. The charity is called The Innocence Project and you can find out more about this charity via their link: http://www.innoceneceproject.org.

Kenya Moss-Dymes’s Contribution to the book is the short story titled “ROAR.”

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Author Kenya Moss–Dyme originally hails from Chicago but now resides in Michigan – land of the subzero winters and nuclear summers. She began writing short–form horror in her teens and won several scholastic writing awards for her creative work. In addition, she has penned the wildly popular dark romantic thrillers, Prey for Me, A Good Wife and the upcoming Getting to Day.

Projects in development for 2015 include Dead Zoned, a novel about an urban zombie apocalypse, and Sick: XOXO, a collection of dark erotic horror. Kenya works as an eLearning Developer in her day job, designing web-based training courses for various industries. She also holds undergrad and graduate degrees in Business, Web Development, Marketing and Instructional Design.

You can reach out to Kenya Moss-Dyme by any of the following means.
Facebook: author.kenyamossdyme
Twitter: @KenyaMossDyme
Website: http://www.kenyamossdyme.com
Email: kenya.mossdyme@yahoo.com

Kenya Book

Man. Minister. Monster. On the surface, Reverend Theo Goody appeared to be everything that single mother Keynetha needed. He was gorgeous, committed to the church, and wasn’t fixated on getting her into bed like her other suitors. Women packed the church every Sunday for a glimpse at the sexy, mysterious and available preacher, and hope for a shot at becoming First Lady. Keynetha managed to skate past her competition and begin a tumultuous relationship of some sort with the Pastor. Sure, he was awkward and hesitant when it was time to take their relationship to another level, but Keynetha chalked that up to his lack of experience with women, due to his dedication to God. When he takes a sudden interest in her son, Keynetha is cautious but she’s eventually won over by Reverend Theo’s charm, however, this man of God is hiding dark and horrifying secrets that will rock Keynetha to the core. Will she be blinded by love and desire, or will she uncover the deadly truth about Theo in time to save her son? (WARNING: Contains adult content and explicit language – for mature audiences only)

EXCERPT (click the link to access the book)
While he was gone, Tajuana walked over to his desk to look around and see if she could spot anything that might help her get inside of his head. She hoped to find something, anything that would prove to her that he wasn’t a damn robot or an alien, that he was indeed a living, breathing man with blood pumping through his veins. She picked up the notepad that had stolen his attention away from her perfect ass, and read the notes scribbled on it. It mentioned her name and time of their meeting, the words “personal challenges,” and a short list of what looked to be grocery items, “milk, Captain Crunch (Captain Crunch for a grown ass man?), potato chips and fruit juice.

“Weirdo,” said Tajuana, replacing the notepad on the desk. She walked around to the other side, pulled out his big leather chair and sank down into the cushion. Nice. This was an expensive chair, all cushion, you couldn’t feel the edges of the seat around your hips, it was like sitting in a cloud.

“Wonder how much this baby set the church back!” Tajuana said under her breath. She pulled open the top drawer and found nothing of any concern – Tic Tacs, ink pens, rubberbands, change, hand lotion and a small mirror. “Blah.” She grabbed the top of the desk and pulled the chair underneath the desk and relaxed her spine against the back of the chair. Dropping her hand to the side of the seat, she found buttons that activated the vibrating sensation along the back and seat.

“Okay, now this is nice!” She turned it on full pulsating power and moaned as the knobs in the cushions pounded up and down, giving her a deep tissue massage. Stretching her legs out sensuously, her foot bumped something under the desk and she flipped off the vibration and pushed back the chair, leaning over to look closer.

It was the green canvas backpack.

Tajuana dragged it out and hoisted it up onto her lap. She opened the flap and pulled out a Junior Science textbook. Her curiosity peaked as she lay the book on the desk and reached in to see what other clues she could find to determine the owner of the backpack. Maybe some kid left his backpack at the church during one of the youth group meetings, and the Reverend put it back in his office for safekeeping. She pulled out a handful of school papers and spotted a name on the upper right corner, Jamal Jeffries.

She recalled the Reverend praying for Jamal at church a couple of Sundays past, and while she stared at Jamal’s over-sized child-like printing, trying to process the scenario in which the Reverend would have his backpack, he walked in with holding two bottles of water.

His face didn’t change as he walked forward and sat the bottles down on the desk.

“Oh, you found the backpack,” he said casually, walking around the desk to Tajuana. “Let me see.”