Quickie – If You Ever Change Your Mind

Quickie – If You Ever Change Your Mind

Hey, Beloved!

My next release (the spinoff for Just Say You Love Me) goes live 8.15.17! I’m so excited for you to read Lucas and Hali’s story! They are like… the total and complete opposites of Jaxon and Luana! Here’s the synopsis and a quick sneak peek. Hope you’re ready for the rest Tuesday 🙂

Synopsis

Lucas Berry has never been the type to take the traditional route with anything in his life. Even when he considers it, life throws him a curveball that causes him to take an entirely different path. The last curveball, a pregnant friend with benefits, caused Lucas to make an illegal move that led to his sister, Luana, being bound to Jaxon Jeffries. At first meeting Jaxon, Lucas considers him to be a man that will never be worthy of his respect and admiration, but there is one thing that Jaxon shares with Lucas that changes his life forever – the importance of choosing a wife instead of letting something as reckless and irrational as love choose one for you.

Hali Davison has never been the type to step out of the traditional route with anything in her life. Even when she considers it, life throws her a curveball that causes her to return to the safe, predictable path she grew up on. The last curveball, finding out the man she’s loved all of her life practically was getting married to a woman that wasn’t her, has Hali reconsidering her safe and predictable lifestyle. If her last chance at letting Lucas know how she really feels for him is at his wedding… so be it.

Lucas is stuck between doing the right thing and following his heart. His childhood has made it difficult for him to believe that true love exists, which is a great deal of the reason why he’s fought his feelings for Hali over the years.

With his natural hair product line reaching heights he never thought were possible, Lucas is determined to secure his life mate now before his money, power and status make it impossible to choose a woman who wants him for him and not who he is and what he has. There’s just one question he’s faced with on the day of his wedding; is that woman Shanice, the woman responsible for giving him his first child, or Hali, the woman responsible for giving him his first taste of love – no matter how much he thought he didn’t want it.

Quickie sneak peek – (Unedited)

No one else sensed it, but Luana was able to quickly pick up on her brother’s nervous energy. He was minutes away from marrying Shanice, the mother of his firstborn son – Luca Antony Berry. It was immediately after Lucas cut the umbilical cord that he asked Shanice to marry him, but now that they were minutes away from that actually happening… Lucas wasn’t so sure anymore. Dre, Lucas’ cousin, handed him the small, sample sized bottle of Hennessey that he’d carried in his pocket for this very moment.
“You ready, cuz?” Dre asked, squeezing Lucas’ shoulder, “It’s about that time.”
Lucas nodded, meeting Luana’s eyes. She wasn’t just his best friend and sister; she was also his best woman. Taking all three of her roles seriously, Luana whispered something into her husband’s ear and they both began to respectfully and quickly clear the room until only Lucas and Mayor Jaxon Jeffries remained.
Lucas admittedly wasn’t the biggest fan of Jaxon when he first heard of him, but as time progressed and he got to know him and witness the love he had for his sister unfold, both men learned to respect each other. That, and the fact that Jaxon spared Lucas and allowed him to keep his freedom when most others would’ve taken that or his life.
“Luana figured you needed some time to get your mind right,” Jaxon informed him, “Do you need anything before I head out?”
Lucas grabbed the box that held Shanice’s ring and opened it. He had yet to give it to Luana for the ceremony. Did his hesitation mean something that his mind wasn’t allowing him to register? No. That couldn’t have been the case. He was just… waiting.
“I need you to tell me that I’m making the right decision,” Lucas smiled softly and shook his head. He snapped the box shut and placed it back on the table, “That I’m not setting myself up to experience the same tortured life my parents led.”
Jaxon leaned against the table as he sighed heavily. He ran his hand against his freshly shaved head as it shook.
“That’s one thing I can’t tell you,” Jaxon confessed, placing his hands in his pockets, “I don’t want to be responsible for such a huge decision, and that’s something that really only you can answer. What’s causing your doubts?”
Lucas looked around the room that had suit jackets tossed over anything that would hold them. This wasn’t how he thought he would feel minutes before his wedding. Actually, he never thought he would have a wedding. Him or Luana. But love found her and a baby found him. Now Luana was happily married to the man who Lucas undeniably believed complemented her perfectly, while Lucas was about to be married to the first woman to ever snatch his seed.
“I don’t love her,” Lucas confessed as normally as he would tell someone the weather for the day, “I barely like her. We have our good days, but most of what we had was built on lustful nights. I just… don’t want to risk marrying her and not having the strength or courage to leave if things go south.”
“Then why are you marrying her?”


Find out Tuesday! For now, If You Ever Change Your Mind is available for preorder here.

Until next time,

B. Love

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Allow me to introduce myself :)

Allow me to introduce myself :)

Hey, Beloved!

With my rebrand underway I realized I never really introduced myself. Can I do so now? If you don’t mind, I’d like to meet you back here again Wednesday to introduce you to my next set of characters.

First, B.

Where should I begin?

I started writing at the age of 12. Music. Poetry at 14. Back to music at 16. My first novel at 18. When I first started reading for pleasure it was Urban / street lit. As I grew older I switched to AA romance. The first novel I completed was urban. I would switch from urban to drama over the years. I actually didn’t grow to love writing romance until 25.

My first published series was urban romance in 2015. Since then, I’ve dabbled in numerous genres – urban, urban romance, contemporary romance, Christian romance, drama and nonfiction. I guess I started writing romance because it was what I was missing in my life. It was my way of breathing love into my life through my characters.

Now, that’s the only thing I ever want to write.

Feel good soul snatching romance.

Starting in August I will only be writing contemporary romance with nonfiction novels here and there.

I’ve become fully aware of the power I have through my writing, and I want to be known for spreading love and empowerment to everyone that connects to me through my writing.

August 1st I’m dropping the first novel for my rebrand, and it really feels like my first release all over again. There’s so much weight behind this one because it’s the start of my new identity. My new focus in my writing. My new style of writing. I’ve always been known for my messages of self-love, Godly love, unconditional love… just love 🙂 and womanhood! Those themes will still be in my writing of course, but from this point forward there will be less emphasis on plots and storylines and more emphasis on internal conflict and breakthrough.

Does that mean I’m not going to send you on a whirlwind ride with plots that are unique and creative and storylines that keep you engaged? Not at all. That’s simply not going to be my main focus. My main focus is going to be my characters, their love and their growth.

First up will be Jaxon Jeffries and Luana Berry.

Their book comes out 8.1.17.

Meet me back here Wednesday to get a glimpse into their lives 🙂

Until next time,

Love, B.

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People who love themselves CONSISTENTLY set the standard for how people treat them.

People who love themselves CONSISTENTLY set the standard for how people treat them.

I know that I say this a lot, but you set the standard for how people treat you. I know. I know.

But do you really understand the weight of that statement?

Is that something that you are actually listening to and applying to your life? Or is it just an affirmation that makes you feel good after you read my blog but you quickly forget about it soon after?

Let me sip some tea on my own self for this one!

Even with me knowing full well that I set the standard for how people treat me, I still have those moments where I don’t value myself fully, in turn giving others the chance to devalue me. It’s in that moment that I realize the issue isn’t with them; it’s with me.

It’s kind of like this – if I want to find out my weight, I have to get on a scale to find out, right? If there are two scales in front of me, I can only step on one at a time to gauge my weight. If someone is standing directly next to me on a scale I cannot find my weight on their scale. That’s THEIR scale. That’s THEIR weight. MY scale tells me MY weight. MY scale tells me MY worth. MY opinion of MYSELF determines MY value. You will NEVER be able to tell YOUR weight by watching someone else’s scale, just like they will NEVER be able to tell you YOUR worth from THEIR scale.

Beloved, no one on this earth will ever be able to determine your value. You do that. You determine your worth, which in turn sets the standard for how people treat you.

I guess after years of being deemed worth less by other races, our parents, our siblings, other women/men and our spouses… we have a bad habit of not valuing ourselves. Of hating ourselves. Of thinking we are worth less. So we try to add to our value with outside changes and material things, or accolades and monetary success… instead of realizing that our worthiness comes from within.

So here’s the point of this blog. It happened around the time I did my last series. For part one, I made the book .99 cents. Less than a dollar. A fifty thousand word book. Less than a dollar. Really, it was less than .50 cents because of the way Amazon splits royalties, but that’s a whole other topic for another day. I basically set myself up to receive .35 cents per purchase of this book that I’d poured my heart and soul into.

.35 cents, Beloved.

Yea, I placed it on Kindle Unlimited, which allows me to get paid per page read, but that per page read amount is less than a penny!

Why did I do this? Because that’s the standard that was set before I even released my first series almost two years ago.

( This isn’t a complaining post about money so hang in there with me 🙂 )

That’s what was done before me and that’s what readers expect, so that’s what I did. It wasn’t until one of my readers inboxed me and straight up asked me what the heck my book was doing being priced so cheap that I realized I was devaluing my work. It took someone on the outside looking in to remind me that I set the standard not just for how people treat me, but for how people value my work as well.

Sure, you fear rejection when you step away from the norm, but so what? As long as you conform you’re making that treatment okay and acceptable. My books are worth far more than .35 cents. Than .99 cents. And until I set the standard and price them the way they deserved to be priced they will CONTINUE TO LOSE VALUE.

Just like you, Beloved.

People who love themselves set the standard for how people treat them. They know their worth and charge people accordingly to be in their lives. I’ve said it in a book before; there is a price and cost for everything. The cost is what you pay to sell something or be with someone. The price is what someone pays for what you’re offering.

In all things, business, family, relationships, etc. make sure that you don’t lower your value by giving yourself, your love, your talent away freely or cheaper than your worth. Don’t settle for less than you deserve. If they don’t want to follow the standard that you’ve set and give you what you’re worth… leave.

People who love themselves know that they aren’t worthless. They aren’t worth less. They know that they determine their value internally and don’t allow the misconceptions of the world to tell them otherwise.

Do you set the standard, Beloved? Or are you allowing someone else’s scale to determine your worth?

Until next time,

Love, B.

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This… is a good goodbye.

This… is a good goodbye.

Today is bittersweet. Usually, more bitter than sweet. Today, more sweet than bitter. Today, I released a book. A finale to a series. It wasn’t just a finale to a series; it was a finale to B. Love, Master storyteller who specializes in African American romance and urban love stories.

Now before you go to panicking let me remind you that although this was a good thing coming to an end it is also the dawn of a new era.

See, I’ve come to the conclusion that… if you don’t exercise your freedom and independence it’s almost as if you don’t have them. I’m coming up on year two of being a published author, and there were still a lot of things that I was doing that I didn’t want to, and a lot of things that I wasn’t doing that I wanted to because of my attempt to fit into genres and lanes that weren’t created for me.

It doesn’t matter how much you try to conform and fit into something… if you don’t fit… you won’t fit. I, like a lot of creatives, were created to stand out. One of the most detrimental things you can do as a creative is stifle your creativity because of genres, platforms, or fear of not being understood or accepted.

I wasn’t choosing to do these things. I just… was. You’re given a formula for success and you stick to it, right?

Not anymore.

Come August, I’m defining my own formula for success. All I can say right now is that B. Love 2.0 is on a whole other level compared to B. Love, Master storyteller who specializes in African American romance and urban love stories. I have SO much up my sleeve, and I cannot wait to share them with you all!

Until then,

We say goodbye to I’ll Give You Mine. Read and enjoy!

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I’ll Give You Mine Link

Synopsis –

“My parents raised me to be a King. It’s not their fault I turned out to be a hoodlum.” – Giovanni “Grim” Re

For Grim, even his name spoke of the constant battle that warred within him on a daily basis. His government name, Giovanni Re, was chosen specifically by his father. He wanted Grim’s first name to remind him that he was favored by God while his last name meant King. His nickname, Grim, stemmed from his past of being somewhat of a grim reaper towards his enemies. For a great deal of his life, Grim struggled with his good heart and evil mind, unsure of if he’d ever have a peaceful relief… until Havana.

Havana Brooks has always been soft spoken and quiet natured. In her relationships that led to her being taken advantage of. In her career that led to her music being shelved while she watched her label mates gain the stardom she dreamed of having. There was a good thing about being so nice and sweet, though. It allowed her to be peace for Grim.

As friends, Havana settles Grim and he builds her up. She nurtures him while he gives her a voice. He strengthens her while she weakens him. For those around them, Grim and Havana are a match made in heaven, but these two will have to go through hell to be with each other.

*I’ll Give You Mine is the spinoff for If You Give Me Yours. Although both stories can be read as standalones, it is recommended that you read If You Give Me Yours First. This book does contain explicit language and an urban setting. If either of these things go against your personal preference, please skip this book on your journey for literary entertainment.*

New release – If you give me yours

New release – If you give me yours

Hey, beloveds!

My latest release is now available on Amazon! This one is for book and music lovers alike…

Synopsis –

Sulu Kano wasn’t a rapper who made gangster music; he was a gangster who rapped. With time and maturity, his desire to glorify a life he no longer lived or believed in began to fade. Wanting to use his power and platform for good instead of evil, Sulu sets out to become the voice of his people. There’s just one person standing in the way of his change… his manager – Silas.

Maisyn Young left Memphis almost ten years ago because her parents believed that was the only way she would survive. Between parents who struggled to make ends meet and bad influences, Chicago quickly became Maisyn’s safe haven and place of rebirth. Even still, she finds herself returning to Memphis for the M-Town Sounds talent competition. With a desire to fulfill her dreams and provide for her family, Maisyn is willing to do whatever it takes to make it big. There’s just one person standing in the way of her dreams… her new manager’s daughter – Conoshia.

Both Sulu and Maisyn have admired each other from afar, so when they find themselves in the same city and on the same record label it seems as if fate is the DJ for their musical and romantic collaboration. Their past ties and ex partners aren’t thrilled to see the two join forces out of fear that their love and music will take them to heights old lovers are too low to reach. With envy, secrets, and betrayal following Sulu and Maisyn at every turn they are left with one question; is love worth risking the success they’ve gained… or does that success mean nothing without each other?

*This is a fast paced instalove story where the characters experience love at first sight. “If You Give Me Yours” is book one of a two-part urban series. Although both books can be read as standalones the characters do overlap in each book. If either of these things go against your personal preference, please skip this novel on your search for literary entertainment.*

As always, thanks for your support and I hope you enjoy!

Book link!

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The Ashes: The Medina Sisters’ Story is now available on Amazon!

The Ashes: The Medina Sisters’ Story is now available on Amazon!

My magnum opus… my longest novel… my best work… is now available on Amazon!

Click here to purchase!

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Synopsis –

Oscar and Selena Medina gave birth to four beautiful baby girls – Fury, Blaze, Arsen, and Red. Because of Oscar’s business, the girls grew up close and tough. As time progressed, the girls grew into women and their bond wavered. When Oscar goes missing the sisters reunite, and their already fragile bond completely unravels or ties into an infinity knot that not even death can pull loose.
As the oldest sister and leader, Fury has taken on the burden of finding their father. Her biggest adversary? Her mother. It seems strange to Fury that Selena so quickly and willingly gives up the search for her father, but she has a bigger battle to face – her heart. Her past. Her rekindled feelings for her childhood best friend and first love – Wade Lamar.
Blaze couldn’t care less either way about her father returning home alive. In her mind, all of her family let her down when she needed them most. Now that they need her, Blaze has no desire to help them find Oscar or grieve for him in his absence. All she cares about is herself and her business; until she meets Maddox Reyes.
Although Arsen isn’t the youngest of the sisters, she looks and acts the part. Her quiet and distant innocence has driven an even bigger wedge between her and her sisters. As if dealing with the disappearance of her father isn’t enough, Arsen has gotten herself into a bit of a sticky situation with her best friend, Morgan. She’s so embarrassed that she can’t even go to her big sisters for help. To her benefit, that help comes from Knox Hearst.
As the baby of the family, Red is used to being spoiled, coddled, and getting anything she wants. When she leaves for college and gets her first taste of independence she finds herself stressed beyond measure. Between trying to master five classes and work two jobs, Red is right at the brink of a meltdown that her family knows nothing about – until Nicholas Black comes to her aid with an offer she can’t refuse.
In The Ashes, these sisters are dealing with not only their own personal demons and issues, but they are also dealing with their father missing, secrets coming to the surface, and betrayal from those they least expected. At the end of their weary days all they have is each other… but with so much tension and distance between them… will that be enough?
The Ashes: The Medina Sisters’ Story is a 147,000-word novel with explicit language and some instances of instalove or love at first sight. If either of these aren’t your preference please skip The Ashes as an option for your reading pleasure.

Sneak peek –

“This,” Selena’s cracked voice whispered into the microphone. She clutched the black Guess glasses case tighter in her hands while her eyes closed, “This is heavier than any casket since this is all that I have left of my husband.”

Fury’s eyes lowered to the case in her mother’s hands.

“I knew that this was Smokey’s because of the red strip of paint on the side,” her quivering lips smiled as tears flooded and fled her eyes, “And this is all that was found here outside of his car when Smokey went missing. It’s been six weeks… the hardest six weeks of me and my daughters’ lives. We don’t want to give up on Smokey, but I decided to have this memorial because we need to heal. We need to be at peace. We need to let him go and continue to live.”

“This is some bullshit,” Fury mumbled under her breath.

She stood and walked briskly out of the room. Fury hadn’t even made it outside good before she was pulling her marijuana filled blunt from out of her purse along with her lighter. Trembling fingers and nerves made it difficult for her to light the blunt, but her trembling wasn’t from sadness like her mothers was over her father’s disappearance. Her trembling came from anger. Anger at the fact that her mother had called off the search for her father, Oscar, and was accepting the fact that he was dead without having any proof. Fury was the only person that believed Oscar was still alive somewhere, and the weight of having to search for her father on her own was beginning to slowly take a toll on her.

After flicking the metal spark wheel of her lighter for the third time and not being able to catch a flame, Fury cursed under her breath again as she lifted her arm in preparation to throw the lighter. An arm circled around her. Its hand, bigger and a tad darker than hers, covered Fury’s hand and kept her from throwing the lighter. The hand tightened its grip around hers, and even though she couldn’t see his face she knew who the hand belonged to.

Fury could never forget that hand.

She would never forget the long scar on the palm of it.

Or his long fingers.

Or his chewed nails.

Or his smooth skin.

She may not have seen or felt those hands in twelve years, but she’d never forgotten them.

Or how he got that scar in the first place.

If Fury was the typical emotional woman or one of her sister’s tears might’ve escaped her, but they wouldn’t. Not in front of him anyway.

Her exhale came out hard and loud as Wade lifted his hand and took the lighter from hers. Fury put the blunt between her lips and closed her eyes as Wade walked around her. She wasn’t ready to see his face yet. Not the face of the only man she’d ever wanted and had never been able to have. The only man who’d ever broken her heart and rejected all she had to offer. Okay, so she was only fourteen when he left so she didn’t really have much to offer, but her love should’ve been enough.

Wade effortlessly sparked a fire and lit Fury’s blunt. She puffed it twice before removing it from her lips and opening her eyes.

This wasn’t the eighteen-year-old scrawny young man that left her years ago. This was a tall, muscular, fully grown man. Wade’s syrup brown skin had Fury wondering if it tasted as sweet as its rich smooth color looked. His square face and strong jaw made him look manly. The short box beard made him look rugged. But his high cheek bones, oval tight eyes, and round brown lips made him look beautiful.

“I figured you wanted to be alone,” Wade started, causing Fury’s eyes to clamp shut. His gruff voice had deepened over the years, “But I just… wanted to check on you, Pikachu.”

She couldn’t resist chuckling as her eyes opened. Fury hadn’t heard that nickname in years, and although hearing it now made her heart skip a beat, it also made it churn.

“I’m fine,” startled by the hoarse sound of her own voice, Fury cleared her throat before continuing. She hadn’t spoken to anyone, including herself, in the past three days that she’d been locked inside of her condo, “What are you doing here, Wade?”

“Paying my…”

“He’s not dead. Missing… yes, but Smokey isn’t dead.”

Wade nodded and placed his hands inside of his pockets as Fury took another pull of her blunt.

“Thought I made you promise me you’d quit smoking when I left?”

“Thought I made you promise to keep in touch when you left?”

The hint of a smile that had been on the corners of Wade’s mouth fell. His shoulders caved. Eyes lowered.

Hope you read and enjoy!

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It’s time to celebrate!

It’s time to celebrate!

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Can we take a moment to celebrate the fact that I just completed the longest novel of my career? Okay, so the goal was 160,000 words, but I hit just a little under 140,000. The old me would be sad because I didn’t hit my goal, however, the new me is like, “Girl, you wrote AND edited 100,000 words in 10 days. Get yo life!”

That’s how we do sometimes. We don’t appreciate the victories, but we magnify the failures or shortcomings. Not this time!

I’m proud of myself!

It’s time to freaking celebrate!

My book, The Ashes: The Medina Sisters’ Story will be released tomorrow 6/1/17. I’m going to drop the synopsis on this blog, and if it leaves you wanting more there’s going to be a sneak peek on my Facebook Author page tonight at 7pm CST.

Here’s the link to like my page -> Author B. Love

Synopsis

Oscar and Selena Medina gave birth to four beautiful baby girls – Fury, Blaze, Arsen, and Red. Because of Oscar’s business, the girls grew up close and tough. As time progressed, the girls grew into women and their bond wavered. When Oscar goes missing the sisters reunite, and their already fragile bond completely unravels or ties into an infinity knot that not even death can pull loose.

As the oldest sister and leader, Fury has taken on the burden of finding their father. Her biggest adversary? Her mother. It seems strange to Fury that Selena so quickly and willingly gives up the search for her father, but she has a bigger battle to face – her heart. Her past. Her rekindled feelings for her childhood best friend and first love – Wade Lamar.

Blaze couldn’t care less either way about her father returning home alive. In her mind, all of her family let her down when she needed them most. Now that they need her, Blaze has no desire to help them find Oscar or grieve for him in his absence. All she cares about is herself and her business; until she meets Maddox Reyes.

Although Arsen isn’t the youngest of the sisters, she looks and acts the part. Her quiet and distant innocence has driven an even bigger wedge between her and her sisters. As if dealing with the disappearance of her father isn’t enough, Arsen has gotten herself into a bit of a sticky situation with her best friend, Morgan. She’s so embarrassed that she can’t even go to her big sisters for help. To her benefit, that help comes from Knox Hearst.

As the baby of the family, Red is used to being spoiled, coddled, and getting anything she wants. When she leaves for college and gets her first taste of independence she finds herself stressed beyond measure. Between trying to master five classes and work two jobs, Red is right at the brink of a meltdown that her family knows nothing about – until Nicholas Black comes to her aid with an offer she can’t refuse.

In The Ashes, these sisters are dealing with not only their own personal demons and issues, but they are also dealing with their father missing, secrets coming to the surface, and betrayal from those they least expected. At the end of their weary days all they have is each other… but with so much tension and distance between them… will that be enough?

The Ashes: The Medina Sisters’ Story is a 140,000-word novel with explicit language and some instances of instalove or love at first sight. If either of these aren’t your preference please skip The Ashes as an option for your reading pleasure.

 

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