One Day Read


This novel is so fast paced I read it in one day. No dry spots. Lots of relatable issues. Also, I loved the way the characters (or Eric Jerome Dickey) hipped me to new books and authors, like Paulo Coelho’s THE ALCHEMIST, which many of my Goodreads friends have read and reviewed. I’ve added it to my TBR pile.

In CHASING DESTINY, Billie plays the beautiful and sassy Ducati rider with a leather jacket to match her bike and beauty and sexiness to match its body. She has many suitors in the novel but none more complex and problematic than Keith, a man with two degrees, no job or money, and a baby mother from Hell. Can Billie ride away from all of these issues? Does she even want to?

As always, Eric Jerome Dickey entertains with eloquent and hip style. The thing about great authors (and EJD is one of my favorite) is that they share with you their intelligence. You read and learn about artistic preferences and you may even get a glimpse into what they were thinking about the world during the time they were writing. A good author of fiction informs you about much more than just make believe. You get insight into current events (at least events that were current at the time of writing). You are educated, entertained and inspired. Just like all the other EJD novels I’ve read (and re-read), CHASING DESTINY was educational, entertaining and inspiration. It stretched my imagination and my intelligence.

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Love Jumped Out At Me


“A Woman’s Worth (The Stafford Brothers) (Volume 1)” by Chicki Brown inspired my realization that love has nothing to do with feelings. The novel is about a woman with cancer. Her ex-fiance bailed on her because of it but the new man in her life said, “I don’t care about the cancer. Whether it’s here or not, I want you!” So I had to share my thoughts because people get it twisted thinking love is an emotion or a feeling. It has nothing to do with either. Love doesn’t care what’s going on. Love just is.

What jumped out most for me from the novel was Marc’s love for Gianne. From first glance, beyond her frailty he saw the pearl in her. And I think that love surpassed mere physical attraction and went into the realm of the supernatural. She pulled on him like gravity. Tugged at his heart. He wouldn’t be like Bruce, the one than ran away from her diagnosis. No, he said, “Let me take care of you.” I fully believe it was that love that strengthened her and in turn himself. I highlighted many of the novel’s passages because they were edifying (teaching about love and its priceless nature) and educational (so much information on vegan raw eating…even recipes).

I loved this novel and I’m looking forward to reading book 2.

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The History and Psychology of an Awesome Novel


Outstanding. Magnificent. Marvelous. Superb! All the adjectives I’d attach to The Loom by Shella Gillus. This book had me stopping mid read to tweet about a gripping passage or just about how a certain scene sparked emotion. I immediately went to the author’s webpage and signed up for updates. I want to know when her next book is coming out.

I’m getting ahead of myself (sorry the book is just like that). In the first few pages you see Lydia running and you can feel her panting in your chest, hear the leaves and grass yield to her feet, see all the things she was running from, even the good things she was leaving behind because she had to go! Had to be free. Free was better than a grandmother’s touch, better than a husband’s love. And even though it hurt, she had to use her special power, the color of her skin, as a means of escape. Blending in with Whites might bring her freedom but it wouldn’t remove the chains that shackled her.

Shella did so much teaching and expounding with a fictional work that I felt as if I had taken a history class and a psychology course simultaneously. She teaches us about the Loom, the room where slaves too old, worn, or pregnant were still utilized in a colorful yet dark room of beautiful yet tragic tapestry. She teaches us about bondage. “Everybody’s a slave to something.” I could go somewhere with that passage but I don’t want to give away too much about the novel. You have to read it for yourself. Please do yourself a favor and read it for yourself!

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LOL For Real!

family thangI could start this review about the importance of family, or its dynamics, or the history that creeps up and causes dissension. This book speaks to all of those things. But I chose to focus of the attribute I enjoyed most about James Henderson’s FAMILY THANG: it’s humor. Laughter doeth like a good medicine. That’s Bible and so true. When you laugh, your body releases feel good endorphins that aid healing and repair, remove toxins caused by stress. But aside from all the technical, scientific jargon, laughter just makes you feel good. And FAMILY THANG had me rolling from cover to cover (Or location to location as I read the eBook version of the novel).

Set in an Arkansas town so small it’s lone law enforcer is one Sheriff (I still laugh about that polygraph machine scene) the story starts with a funeral for a man and his dog. You heard me right…his dog. Henderson begins off with the hilarity of that little casket. From there, we find out there’s a murder to investigate–a real whodunit. Who stood the most to gain by a patriarch’s death? For which family member did the poisoning of the patriarch make the most sense?

The weaving this tale deals with serious family issues in such a light and hearty way that you can’t help but see your own people in the book. And situations once thought dire, you can just laugh at. Let them roll down the shoulder like rain water. So if you need a good laugh, or a lighter look at the drama of your own family, please read FAMILY THANG by James Henderson. But beware. This book will have you laughing in public and looking crazy. A lot of people end their social media conversation with LOL when I wonder if they’re really laughing. I titled this post LOL For real because this novel gives greater meaning to the phrase Laugh Out Loud.

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I am fascinated with works that hit the nail on the head the first time out: scientific investigators awarded on their first R01 or novelist who win the Pulitzer on their debut novels. Harper Lee comes to mind (not as a scientist) but as a novelist who poured so much of her experience into a topic she tackled with great mastery. TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD touches on race relations in the Deep South. Being a southerner, it is a topic I can identify with though it seems that these things stretch even to Missouri and as far west as Cali. Folks are seen differently based on the tone of their skin. However, Harper Lee looks not only at the dynamic between black and white; she also looks at caste differences—people who Aunt Alexandria would tell Scout Finch were beneath their family and it didn’t matter that they were white. The Ewells and Cunninghams were not to be mingled with. The Negroes should stay in their place and be thankful for the scraps they receive. And if change was in the air, then it would come with great debate and challenge. But there was also an undertone in the novel that not all affluent people held those beliefs. Some believed that change would come, only at the hands of the very brave and dedicated and only at the risk of tarnishing their social standing.

I believe I read this novel in school. If I did, it was probably with the aid of Cliff Notes. To my shame, I was never a big reader in grade school. Loved taking short cuts. Yes, the Cliffs told you what the book was about. And they even touched on themes; however, the Cliffs did not—could not—tell me how to feel about the words that were painstakingly written over the course of years. The notes could not bring out inspiration. There was no voice in them. No reason sought through them. But as I actually read Harper Lee’s timeless classic, the emotions and direction abounded as I paired this work against our current position in the world, not just in the Southern United States. At this point in time as an avid reader and author, I delve into the heart of books to find out how I feel, what moves me to act, what fascinates me. I enjoy, now, looking into the history of the author, as is the case with Harper (the recluse who hasn’t released a work since MOCKINGBIRD, though GO SET A WATCHMAN is on the horizon). Delving into the meat of a work to go far beyond the words and into the very spirit of what inspired those words. It is indeed fascinating.

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Chicki Brown is a phenomenal Romance Author and her new novel, “Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough” is available now on Kindle and Nook. Check out the blurb and excerpt below and please comment for your chance to win a copy of the novel!

Greg Stafford has been hiding an explosive secret for years. When his secret is exposed, he is ashamed and humiliated.

Rhani Drake is an expert at helping people uncover the root of their problems. But when Greg Stafford enters her life, she doesn’t know how to handle the feelings he uncovers in her.

Will his scandal destroy her career and credibility?

The gentle chime on the front door sounded, and Rhani waited until her receptionist escorted him into the office. Before her stood one of the best looking men she had ever seen, which was quite an accomplishment in a city the size of New York.

“Mr. Stafford? Rhani Drake. Nice to meet you.” They shook hands, and she mentally chastised herself for the prickling sensation running across her skin when their flesh touched. She had seen him numerous times on TV, yet meeting him in person was a jolt to her senses. The first thing she noticed was his height. He towered over her five-feet-six inches. His scent registered with her senses next. The cologne he wore had a luxurious, spicy fragrance¾a mix of grass, cloves, jasmine and some other delicious scents. Dressed casually yet stylishly, his appearance came across as easy-going and self-confident.

Rhani glanced up just in time to catch his questioning expression.

“Is there something wrong?”

He removed his hat but kept the shades on. “No. It’s just…I expected you to be older.”

For some reason, hearing this pleased her. “Is my age a problem? I assure you I am well-qualified.” Rhani pointed to her framed diplomas on the office wall then waved a hand toward the sofa. “Please have a seat.”

He sat with his long legs open, his elbows on his knees and studied the room for a long moment. “Nice office.” The emotionless tone of his voice didn’t convey his appreciation.

“Thank you.” Once she settled into the chair at the end of the sofa, she crossed her legs and rested her notebook on one knee. “Tell me why you’re here.”

He flashed the dazzling smile she’d seen on the TV screen so many times. Her stomach flipped, and she wanted to slap herself. “You already know why. I’m sure Thad told you when he made the appointment.”

Annoyed by her sensual reaction to his presence, Rhani purposely didn’t return his smile. “He did, but I’d like to hear your take on the situation. And do you mind taking off the sunglasses? I like to make eye contact with my clients.”

He poked out his lips, moved them from side to side then pulled of the shades and put them in his shirt pocket. “I got arrested for…having sex in public, which constitutes breaking the morals clause in my contract. In order to keep my job, I have to attend counseling for a minimum of three months.”

“Is that the only reason you’re here?

“Excuse me?” He met her gaze for the first time since he’d arrived, and she had to look away. His light eyes were evident on television, but looking into them in person was a different story. They were hazel—an intriguing combination of several other colors including green and brown with less melanin than brown eyes, but more than blue. Why would she even be thinking about this at the moment? Rhani blinked, straightened and returned to her questioning. “Did you come to counseling to keep your job or to deal with the reason the therapy was ordered to begin with?”

A muscle ticked in his jaw, a square jaw covered by a smooth, neatly trimmed beard. “I need my job.” His voice deepened in timbre and intensity.

“I think you’ve answered my question. You’re saying you don’t want to be here.”

He gave an insolent shrug.


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