Sunday, October 26, 2014

Here's a Story. . .

Hello All,

I pray this post finds you well and in good spirits.  I apologize for not having a post for you yesterday, but I was busy with other things.  With that being said, my thoughts will be short and sweet and to the point!

There's no secret that my favorite holiday is Halloween.  It amazes me when someone asks which is my favorite holiday and I respond 'Halloween,' I'm immediately met with resistance and a sideways glance.   Then I get the comments, "I don't celebrate the devil's holiday!" And then more sideways glances come my way.

What I find most interesting about that is most people do not know the origin of Halloween, what it 'truly' means and how the holiday has transformed throughout the centuries.  I will spare you all the detail of the holiday for if a person really wanted to know what it's about, one would only need to slide their fingers over their keyboard and Google it, like most do for anything else.  And what you'll learn when you find the countless pages of Halloween folklore and all its mystery and wonderment is that Halloween is NOT the devil's holiday!  

Those of us who enjoy the holiday and celebrate it the way Americans have for many, many years are not doing anything wrong.  In fact, Halloween should be embraced and encouraged for its true identity was made to honor dead ancestors.  For those of you naysayers that think there's something sinister in celebrating the honor of your deceased loved ones, then perhaps that's your problem and not those of us who actually enjoy the celebration.  Either way, you're always going to have those people that give you that are-you-nuts-for-loving-Halloween look.  

I've learned to ignore the ignorant!  If you want to judge me for loving a holiday that has always been fun and loving for me, then judge away.  Your judgment isn't going to stop me from enjoying the holiday.  Some of you do more devilment over the course of a year than most can even dream up of doing on one day of Halloween.  So let's agree to disagree!  I know the true story of Halloween and its meaning, and as long as I know that, I'm good.  

So with that, for those of you who love the holiday as I do, have a safe, pleasant, and fun Halloween!

Join us next weekend when AAMBC will be in the house!  Until then, happy reading!

Kimberly Ranee Hicks, Author/Poet/Reviewer

Don't Believe Everything you Hear. . .
YOU Owe it to Yourself to Learn the Facts!

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Gone Boy. . .

DISCLAIMER:  Viewer Discretion is Advised and Strong Language and/or Profanity will be in this Post!

This is a post I would have chosen never to write!  But my spirit is full and when that happens, I must pour my soul out onto paper--well in this case, my blog.  Think of it as a personal diary I allow my readers to view.

Most likely, I am going to be judged by what I'm about to say, but it's a risk I'm willing to take because it needs to be said.  Oh, and another thing, I can speak on this due to the fact my family has fallen victim, to some degree, over this subject, so I have plenty of knowledge about it!

Humans are animals who enjoy pleasure.  I mean why else would you bother to do something if it didn't feel good in some sort of way, right?  I guess the only exception would be those of us who go to a job everyday that we don't necessarily enjoy, but we do it to pay the bills and to survive.  Some pleasures we get out of life are those stolen moments that we weren't supposed to be doing, but we chose to do it because it felt so good.  Again, why else would we bother, right?

Even when we do things we know is wrong, for the most part, we did them because we got something out of it.  There are a multitude of acts humans commit every single day and one of the worst is when we murder another.  Of course, there are various reasons why we choose to kill one another.  It could be out of self-defense.  It could have happened due to a very unfortunate accident, but more often than not, many murder because they can and it felt good while doing it.

Oh yes, there goes that word again--pleasure!  There comes a time when we can no longer hide behind our past.  There comes a time when we can no longer blame our parents for the upbringing we've endured.  There comes a time when we can no longer blame our environment for who we've become.  Bottom line, there comes a time when YOU must own up to what conscious decisions you chose willingly to do.  Meaning, if what you've chosen to do is something wrong, then own it!

What I'm talking about owning is what I'm so very tired of reading and seeing in the news--young black men being murdered senselessly for whatever stupid ass reason!  I've finally figured out, for those of you not so sure, that these young black men get "pleasure" out of murdering another brother.  It's an adrenaline rush!  It's a high unlike any drug manufactured.  This high is so extreme that once it gets into the blood of those who seek it, they can't get rid of it.  Sure, there are those who decide they no longer want to partake in murdering one of their brothers and then their friends decide that individual needs to be taken out because he's no longer down for the fucking cause.  Oh, I'm sorry, and what cause would that be again?  What is the reason so many of my young black brothers are murdering each other for?  I'll wait!  Hmm, did any of you come up with a good reason yet?  No you say! Oh right, there isn't any good reason other than the simple fact they enjoy it!

You see, folks, the excuses no longer wash with me.  I'm tired of the same ole rhetoric being spouted, "Stop the Violence!"  "Stop Shooting, We Love You!"  All the self-help programs and youth counselors and people who stick their necks out each and everyday trying to help our young brothers aspire to be something other than a thugged out murderer!  I'm sure when the mothers of these young men were thinking when they birthed their bundle of joy said, "when my son grows up he's going to be a murderer!"  Oh yeah, this is what all African-American mothers want for their sons.  What the Fuck!  Any reasonable, caring, loving mother wants the best for her son.  I can't think of any mother in her right mind who looks down in the blanket seeing her baby son saying, "I want you to grow up so another black man can murder you!"  

Never mind the families that have to deal with the aftermath of such a heinous senseless act! Never mind what society has to deal with worrying about ways to keep their own sons safe. Why should anyone care about a black on black crime!  It's just one less nigga the hood has to deal with, right!  That is, until your family falls victim to the violence and then the saga continues!

Oh we'll march down the street and hold rallies!  We'll place candles and teddy bears and toys at the spot of yet another fallen young black youth and hold vigils and say prayers. We'll say the usual shit, "stop the violence" and yet it still forges on to seek out another horrible day!  We'll buy ad space for billboards to display another black youth to show the world how one of own has taken out yet another.  Ooooh we go to the funerals and cry our eyes out, pouring liquor on the ground for another dead homey gone!  We talk about how this has got to stop and something needs to be done, yet nothing ever changes and why do YOU suppose that is?  Very simply--those who commit these murders and/or who join these so-called gangs find "pleasure" in what they're doing!

As long as these young black males continue to enjoy the thrill of the kill, nothing in the world you and I may say will ever change the way things go today.  Many of our youth don't give a damn about life.  The taking of one's life is so easy to do and done without any regard for the victim, the victim's families and the like.  I don't give a shit if these youths are in gangs, selling drugs, beefing over territory (they don't own) or just murdering for the hell of it--they are going to do what they do because they get off on doing it.  You have to admit if they didn't get some type of pleasure out of murdering each other, what is the fucking point, right?!  So there you have it, people, the answer to your question.  Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Simply because they enjoy it!  This isn't about survival, this isn't about any gat damn beefs, it's about the selfishness of themselves.  They could give a fuck about my feelings and your feelings because at the end of the day it's not about you and me--it's about them!

The only way change seekers are going to find fulfillment is when they decide to change! Otherwise, you can stop having marches, stop trying intervention and making some of the gangs have truces, stop holding rallies, stop pouring good liquor on the ground for the fallen homey because as long as they find pleasure in the kill, violence will NEVER stop!  More of our young black men will be murdered before they even make it to their damn tween years let alone even make it to their teens.  There are so many young people who have been to more funerals in their short life spans than those who are old watching their loved ones die of natural causes.  This shit ain't never gonna stop until the murderers lose their interest in the thrill kill.  This shit ain't never gonna stop until they are tired of doing it--period!  Now the question becomes when will that happen?  Hmmph, your guess is as good as mine! They don't show any signs of stopping any time soon!

I may be getting old, but the point is I'm getting old!  I'm living my life!  Many of our youth will never get to see the age I am.  They're just another damn statistic.  Blacks killing blacks! It's a win-win for the murderers.  Then the retaliations start, and as I said before, the shittin' ass saga continues!  

So another young man at the tender age of 17 is a gone boy!  Gone over some bullshit! Snuffed out like a smoker puts out a cigarette.  His family left with the memories and scars of a life gone until this is all forgotten in the media and in the minds of many.  That is, until the next youth is murdered at the hands of another youth over stupid shit.  Personally, I'm so tired of reading and seeing this shit on the news.  I'm tired of the first 15 minutes is about how many shootings took place over the night before.  You can't get to the weather report without seeing young black males' mugshots up on the screen either accused of murdering someone or they were the victim of one.  And so it continues. . .

Unfortunately, I don't have any advice to offer because they wouldn't give a damn what I had to say anyway.  They don't care that WE care about their lives.  We can't do that for them. They have to want to care and they have to want to change.  All the talking, marching and sitting down with them in the world will NOT change what is going on!  And, for those of you who do not believe me, take a look around you.  If that isn't proof positive I don't know what is!  We have yet another young black man gone!  And gone for what?  If you don't care, perhaps you will when it's your son, brother, father, uncle, cousin or nephew gone over stupidity and ignorance of the fuckin' streets!

I apologize if I have offended my readers by my harsh words, but it's the way I felt and I needed to say it.  I'm angry, tired and just plain fed up with seeing so many young black men dying at the hands of another black youth!  It's ridiculous and the shit is old!  There's more honor in a young black man getting killed at war than it is for that same brother to die at the hands of another in the hood over absolutely nothing!  For he is just another gone boy!

Do YOU care?

Kimberly Ranee Hicks, Author/Poet/Reviewer

BE the Change YOU Seek!

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Say It Ain't So. . .

Well fall sure is living up to all its wonder! What an amazing changing of color of leaves, for those trees that still have leaves. The wind has been pretty brutal at times here so many of the leaves have turned into a slippery carpet on our lawns.  But hey, that's what fall does, right?  There's no wonder how the season got its name!  (LOL)

I didn't think I'd have anything to report to my fans this weekend, but given this week's recent news events, I believe this post is literally going to write itself, much like the novel I'm currently working on.  Speaking of which, it's coming along for those of you inquiring, and I appreciate the love and support as always.

Now, getting to what is on my mind and obviously yours, Twitter and most of social media has been all abuzz about comments made by Raven Simone regarding her "labeling" issue or the lack thereof.  As I read the posts and tweets regarding this woman's comments, I sat thinking to myself, "what is the problem?"

What Raven said is something I've said forever.  I hate to be labeled and someone is always putting me into their personal categories they feel I fit into while totally disregarding how I may feel about that or not!  I suppose what gets me is I don't understand how anyone can get upset over comments in which she made regarding herself.  Who are WE to tell her she doesn't have a right to feel as she does?

There are so many facets of social media I absolutely abhor and this being one of them. As of late, it seems to me social media dictates the movement of the world and I have a huge problem with that.  For one thing, since when do others get to tell you what your opinion should be?  Since when do others get to tell you how you must feel about yourself?  Since when do others get to make decisions regarding your personal being?  When did we as individuals lose our control over our own thoughts and personal issues?   Someone please tell me?  

These days you can't make a comment without social media blowing your words completely out of proportion or distorting your comments so terribly that the one making the comment finds himself having to back-pedal to clean up what their intent was. Who are WE to do this to anyone?  God forbid someone says they don't want to be labeled as a "black" person for now they are not embracing who they are!  Heaven help you if you're a homosexual who decides you don't want to be labeled "gay" for you're not being who you say you are!  What the hell?

Do you hear yourselves?  Personally, I don't like being referred to as a black woman.  First off, I'm a tan woman.  Black doesn't even begin to describe what I look like in color.  Now to be called a colored woman would be more appropriately so, but many of my people fought to have that "label" removed, so now we're called African-American.  Well, there are those of us who don't like that label either and choose to not be referred as such.  And they have every right to say that!  Where do you get off, social media, telling this woman she's wrong for how she feels?  If you want to take your nasty posts and tweets out on someone, well I go on record right now saying, how dare you criticize this woman for her own beliefs? How the hell would YOU feel if someone beat you down with words for how you feel?  Would you take kindly to it?  Would you be ok with that?

I think Raven was way too kind to many of you. There's no way in hell I'd dignify a response to any of you about how I feel about ME!  When it comes to who I am and how I see myself, there isn't a damn thing another individual can do or say that will change my mind.  And I'll be damned if I ever find myself having to give someone an explanation on how I feel.  I don't owe you sh*t and neither does Raven.

Some of you need to get a real grip on life! Many of you have taken this Reality TV and social media stuff too damn far!  You think because you see many of the buffoons displaying all their personal business on these stupid ass shows, you have some special right to their lives. You think because someone makes a comment, that's your cue to pick their words apart and beat them senseless with your irresponsible posts all for the sake of because you can!  If it weren't for social media, half of you cowards wouldn't dare say the things you say -- for you wouldn't have a forum in which to do so!

I'm so sick and tired of reading these very vulgar ignorant posts about various celebrity lives and/or comments they make regarding themselves.  As if what you say is going to dictate how those people plan to live out their lives.  What big size balls many of you have!  What nerve!

If Raven wants to label herself the scum under her shoe or a cloud in the sky, what the hell do YOU have to do with that?  If she so chooses, which she does, not to be labeled at all, again I ask, what's it to YOU?  How is her decision to not be labeled affected your lifestyle? What has her comments done to your life?  Why does YOUR opinion get to factor in? Who are you that she needs your approval on how she feels about herself? Obviously, this woman has done pretty well for herself without any of you and now because she doesn't want to be labeled, social media literally blew the hell up!  Now she's going back trying to explain herself and to me she need not do that on my account.  She doesn't have to explain one damn thing to me nor anyone else for that matter!  She feels how she feels and that's good enough for me!  'Cause you better trust and believe, ain't no way in hell I would explain a damn thing to any of you!  Some people could kiss where the sun don't shine before I ever explain why I feel a certain type of way.  I never liked being labeled either.  I know exactly how she feels and even if I didn't share the same opinion as her, I'd still feel the same way.

Get over yourselves for real!  I just can't believe the gumption some of you have to tell this woman she's wrong for not claiming her 'blackness!' or the fact that it's reported she likes women.  OMG, seriously?  If you want to allow others to label you, then by all means, label away, but if someone chooses not to be labeled, their wishes should be respected--period! And it's ok if you don't agree, but don't tell her she's wrong for feeling the way she does!  Get my point!  You wouldn't want someone telling you you're wrong on how you feel about yourself, then give this woman the same damn respect you'd want for yourself!  But obviously, the way I see things happening today, not many of you have much respect for yourselves which is the reason so many behave in the manner in which they do.  So I guess it is easy to label others and talk trash about another when you don't think much of yourself!

Until next weekend, try and be civil to one another and respect other's opinions, even if they differ from your own!

P.S.  Before I let you go, I would like to extend a very Happy Birthday to a good friend of mine and who is also a huge fan of Mello & June, It's a Book Thang! -- The lovely Mrs. Tammy Stevens.  I know you're going to be reading this post Tam-Tam, so enjoy girlfriend! I wish you many, many more!  Stay strong!  Love ya!

Kimberly Ranee Hicks, Author/Poet/Reviewer

Choose Your Battles Wisely. . .
Some aren't worth the Effort!

Saturday, October 4, 2014

It's Rock-Tober with AAMBC. . .

Yeah, It's October and that means it's getting a little cooler, and time to curl up with some good books.  And factor in it's the beginning of a new month and that means AAMBC is in Da House Ya'll!  Well alright now!   Here at Mello & June, It's a Book Thang! we love to promote authors and more importantly literacy.  Reading is FUNdamental and a very important thing we all must do.  For those of us who took the reading challenge for 2014, we have about thirteen more weeks to go before our challenges close.  Have you been keeping on track?  Or, have you been slacking off?  Either way, get it in gear 'cause we don't have much time.  Before you know it, December 31, 2014 will be here before you blink.

So if you're looking for something new and different to read, you've come to the "write" blog! Go grab your coffee or tea, sit back, and get your fingers ready to download.  Here we go. . .

After his past bad relationship, twenty-nine-year-old, newly promoted, record label CEO Jackson Whitmore vows never to love again. With his best friend and vice president, Eric, at his side, Jackson’s main focus is the business, until a beautiful woman, Milan Wells, waltzes into his life and is introduced as the new president. While Jackson wants to object to the decision, it becomes difficult when Milan brings forth bold and fresh ideas, catching both his and Eric’s attention; for different reasons.

Tensions soon arise when Milan and Eric’s competitive natures collide forcing Jackson to intervene causing a rift between the once inseparable duo. With rumors of Milan’s abusive relationship surfacing and Eric spiraling out of control, Jackson finds himself stepping up to protect Milan and entering an intense physical relationship. While Jackson and Milan are slowly falling for one another, Eric’s jealousy erupts into a vicious quest for revenge that plunges the lovers into danger they never imagined.

This is the sophmore novel for author M. Skye. In her novels, she likes to evoke strong dramatic story lines, with strong romantic content. She loves to throw twists and curve balls you won’t see coming into her stories, with racy encounters at every turn. This is the second published work, but won’t be the last from this imaginative writer. She spends her free time writing and spending time with her large family.

Get to know M. Skye:

How long have you been writing, and how did you start?

I’ve been writing since middle school, mostly poems and short stories. I only recently started to dabble in full length novels. I love to read, so I was sitting reading a book from one of my favorite authors, and I thought, hey, I can do this. Two months later, I had Circle of Deception, my first novel, and I’ve been writing ever since.

What’s the story behind the title of your book?

The title lets you know that there is going to be some king of sexual tension in the work place. What you don’t count on is the backstabbing and mudslinging regarding the two best friends.

Do you have another job outside of writing?

I have a full time job working in the medical field. I work 40 hours a week and still average to dedicate about 20 hours a week to my writing.

How did you create the plot for this book?

The plot for the book is completely fictional, while some of the relationships mirror those of people I know personally. For instance, the relationships and bonds between the siblings are like those between my siblings. (We meddle in each other’s lives as well.) Also, the relationship of Angela and Jackson somewhat mirrors mine with my guy best friend.

Which character did you most enjoy writing?

I loved all of the sisters, Rhea, Madison, and Noel. They are all so fun, carefree, and comfortable in their skin. They love their little brother with all their hearts, but give him a hard time in an attempt to make him face his true feelings. They also have so many hilarious moments when speaking to Jackson

Tell us about your favorite scene in the book.

Hands down the lines where Jackson is angry with Milan because he thinks she is sleeping with another man. You get to see his jealous side and her stubbornness. At that point, you get to see exactly how deep his feelings run for her and vice versa. It’s great because you take this once reserved man and get to see what intensity the right woman can bring out of him.

“You don’t get to walk away from me like that, not until you explain it to me first. I want to know how you can be in my bed one night and in his face the next. I’m a very understanding man, but this is where my patience wears thin. I told you I didn’t want to share, and I meant it.”

What song would you pick to go with your book?

I’m a huge R&B fan, so I would have to say ANYTHING by Babyface or Toni Braxton. I have a playlist I use when I’m writing.

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The games being played surrounding the death of Zipp Richards, son of Memphis Police Officer Nate, lead to a deadly revengeful plot of his twin sister Jazmina doing whatever she can to make those involved suffer. Porter and Troy are local drug dealers of Memphis, who end up fleeing to Chicago, Illinois to start another life and build a rich empire of drugs, guns and money. The scandalous affairs of Yvette with Troy, lead her down a dangerous path with a psychotic drug abuser. While Monae is left to pick up the pieces of her life, she deals with Porter’s cheating ways and inability to settle down with her. The characters try to stay alive while scheming and betraying one another. The shocking twists and turns from each character’s life keeps the reader in suspense of who will survive the deadly games being played.


Jazmina smells pot roast cooking so she walks towards the kitchen. She loved her African American side of the family because they cooked some really good soul food. He sits in his chair in the kitchen reading a newspaper. His wavy salt and pepper hair matches his beard. “Well look at here. When did you get here sweetie?” Standing up at 6’6’’ he bent down to hug his niece. “Hey how have you been?” he asks smiling.

“Great, Papi. I drove here from Chicago last night, just making it this afternoon. I am doing fine but i miss you guys though. How’s dad doing?” she responds. Her uncle stirs his roast stating, “Your father is doing well. He was supposed to bring his tail over here yesterday but has not shown up yet. I figured he wanted some time to himself so I didn’t bother him this morning. Did you get everything you need?”

Jazmina pulls out her folder from her black purse showing him the photos she took of Porter. “Well I have these pictures, his business card, license plate number and I am getting an address now from Benny.” She answers grinning at her achievements. “So let’s just say I am getting very close. I know he killed him. I want to get his confession.” She adds. Her uncles face remains emotionless but he ceases smiling.

“Damn you’re good. How did you get pictures of him already? You have only been in Chicago for three months. Why didn’t you go into private investigating for a career?” he jokes with her.

“You better know it… I’m a woman that knows how to use her resources” She tells him joking making him laugh. “Before you know it I will be calling saying he is dead” she comments. He walks away from the stove over to her, removing her hair from her face. He palms her face.

“You definitely have grown into a fine woman. Be careful okay? That is a dangerous man. He is smarter than you think” He says rubbing her cheek gently gazing into her eyes. Jazmina never forgot how her uncle sexually abused her twice as a young teenager. She needs his help in her this so she goes along with his inappropriate ways for now. Getting up from the table holding his hand in hers she asks “Are you going by the burial today. You know this makes it three years today.” His smile fades away and he steps back to fix himself a plate of the food he prepared.

“Baby girl you know I don’t like graveyards. I will send some flowers though. I wish I could make it but I probably will not, sorry.” He replies as he fixes his own plate to feast on the meal. Looking on in disappointment she prepares to leave.

“Where is the stuff I ordered? I have to get going Papi.” She lies. He looks at her then leaves the kitchen returning within minutes with a brown paper bag. She reaches to take the bag from him but it remains in his grasp. Staring him in the eyes she continues to pull the bag in towards her.

“Here. Everything that you asked for is in this bag. And don’t forget to take this food with you. And I know how you feel, but doing what you’re doing will not make things better. He is gone Jaz. Let it go, okay? Before you get yourself hurt… I’m serious! You do not want to play around

with Mack P.” he warns finally handing over the bag containing two handguns with its ammunition inside.

Jazmina told her uncle her plan to find Zipp’s killers a year ago and he was reluctant at first, but agreed to aid her if she needed anything. She requested for Papi to get her some weapons he would need firepower for protection being in Chicago alone. Benny stays with her, but he will not be of any help once she was alone with Porter.

“I know what I am doing Papi. Thanks for everything. I will call you to update you.” She says hugging her uncle.

“Let me take your things out for you” he said holding her plate and grabbing the brown paper bag off the table.

They leave out of the house returning to her car. Jacob eyes Papi opening the door for Jazmina. “Alright see you later Jaz. Remember what I said. Be careful. I would hate for something to happen to you too!” he advises. He also slides a bank envelope containing $10,000 into her hands.

“Bye. Thanks again. Take care.” She replies smiling driving off towards East Memphis. Papi ran his own gang turf with his two sons Jacob and Brian. He watches her drive off walking back to the house. “Why the long face old man?” Jacob asks him.

“She is getting to motherfucking nosy. She searched for him and shit. Which one of you punks told her ass he was in Chicago? I thought I said not to tell her anything!” Papi rants making all the other men get quiet.

“Hey I didn’t tell her anything. You need to check your other son. I don’t snitch!” Jacob insists with fear in his eyes.

“Hopefully she decides to stay away from him for her own sake. My brother would kill me if he found out the truth.” He exclaims in a low tone walking into the house with Jacob following.

LaQuita Cameron is a multi-genre writer from Memphis, TN and I loves writing fictional novels. Most of the time is spent writing erotica, urban dramas, thrillers, suspense novels and crime/action series. I work full time in a call center but dedicate my remainder of my time to my three children and husband. I am inspired to write by those authors before me like Zane, Sister Soldier and even Carl Weber. I plan to write spiritual and children novels in the future. I write at least 4-8 hours a day during the week depending on my work schedule. I am currently an author at La Femme Fatale Publishing Company under Michele Fletcher, CEO. I have a passion for writing and my purpose is to entertain both women and men of all ages in the future. I have been reading since I was in the fifth grade and became accustomed to reading all genres no matter what race/ethnicity wrote it. I am currently working on 4 novels, while I have already published Let The Games Begin part 1.

Conversation with Author, Laquita Cameron:

1. What inspired you to write?

I was inspired to write based on my growing up being an avid reader. I would even sneak and read my grandmother’s romance novels. It didn’t matter the race who wrote the book as long as it was a good read, which always interested me in writing but I never got the courage to write until recently this year. I am inspired by those writers who show their love for writing in their works they publish.

2. What writers inspired you to write? And would you be interested in collaborating with them?

My mentor Michele Fletcher of Charge It To The Game, Kwan, Ashley and Jaquavis, Nikki Turner as well as Sister Soldier. Yes, Of course I would love to collaborate with either of them!

3. What genre is your favorite genre?

My favorite genre is romance and that goes for reading and writing genres.

4. Can you tell us about the main character(s)?

Jazmina, the revenge enraged sister of the victim killed by Porter and his gang.

Porter Tatum aka Mack P, who is a Gangster from the streets selling drugs while running a nightclub in Chicago.

Troy MacGhee, is Porter’s club manager and childhood friend to Porter.

Monae Pinkins, the girlfriend of Porter and bartender for Porter’s club.

Yvette Brown, is Monae’s best friend working as a cocktail waitress for Porter’s club.

Deon is a local corner drug dealer for Porter and is also Yvette’s boyfriend

5. What is your least favorite part of writing this current project?

My least favorite part about writing this current project was trying to determine which characters to leave alive for the next part of the series.

6. If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

Monae- Megan Good

Yvette- Tasha Smith

Troy- Idris Elba

Porter- Michael Jai White

Jazmina- Lisa Ray

7. Where did you get your ideas from for your books?

My ideas comes naturally when I write. Once I depict the character’s personalities, the ideas to either bring drama or action to certain scenes just sort of fall in place for me.

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My email address for readers to contact me is

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Zoe Shaw’s childhood was anything but perfect. She, her sister, Pam, and their mother, Martha, were terrorized by Otis Shaw. The man that vowed to love and protect them had become a drunken, abusive animal that took pleasure in their suffering. But when he begins to look at Zoe with lover’s eyes, she finds herself taking drastic measures to ensure that he’ll never hurt any of the Shaw women again, or so she thinks. When word gets out that Otis may be resurfacing, Zoe, being the strongest of the trio, decides that it’s time for them to move away and start anew.

Desmond Page, Zoe’s best friend, moved away a long time ago. Having had a difficult childhood of his own, he and Zoe found love and acceptance with one another and did their best to shield each other from harm. Now that she’s looking to relocate, he suggests that she join him down south.

Their new home offered everything the Shaw women ever wanted; peace, security, opportunity and even the possibility for love. When Ramon Martinez introduced himself to Zoe, the attraction was undeniable. And despite her better judgment, she allowed herself to fall for the uncommonly handsome business owner. What she didn’t realize was that he was also the product of an abusive home, but unlike her, he chose to follow the example set by his father. His jealousy and insecurity led him to deliver painful consequences for what he deemed inexcusable behavior. But he has clearly underestimated Zoe and the question now is which one of them will survive this battered love?


Zoe’s phone rang again and when she saw it was Ramon, she simply put it back in her purse, said her goodbyes to Martha, and headed home. A little while later she pulled up to the house and was annoyed to find Rich’s truck parked in the driveway. She was not in the mood to deal with company, especially Rich. He was the biggest, most arrogant jackass she’d ever met. She’d only met his little mousy girlfriend, Candy, once and after ten minutes in Rich’s presence she felt nothing but pity for his girlfriend. Zoe walked into the house and politely said hello, but she never broke her stride as she headed for the bedroom.

“Where you going, babe? I haven’t seen you all day. Don’t you want to sit out here with us and catch the end of the game?” Ramon asked.

Zoe paused for a moment. “Thanks, baby, but I’m exhausted. I think I’ll just head on back and get ready for bed,” she replied as she tried to continue on to the bedroom.

“Well, will you at least throw us a couple of sandwiches together before going back?”

“How long have you been home Ramon?”

“A couple of hours, why?”

“Babe, you could’ve prepared a full meal by now. I’m really tired and it won’t take you but a minute to slap some mayo and ham on some bread.” Zoe turned and went on in the room and closed the door.

“Damn, man, whose house is this? Cause it looks like she’s running things. I wish the hell Candy would talk to me like that or walk out on me,” Rich bellowed as if he were trying to insight a riot. He leaned back into the sofa with his round belly still sticking out as if he were eight months pregnant. His hair slicked back into a ponytail made him look as if he were some sleazy used car salesman. He kept staring at Ramon with those beady eyes waiting to see his friend’s reaction.

As if he were a twelve year old, Ramon was unwilling to look like a punk in front of his friend. Without hesitation, he took off towards the bedroom. What he didn’t need was more encouragement, but that slimy, no good Rich offered it anyway.

“That’s right, bro. Go handle your business.”

Ramon stormed into the room slamming the door behind him. Startled by the loud noise, Zoe jumped and looked around to see Ramon fuming.

“What’s wrong, babe? Did something happen with you and Rich?”

“No, something happened with you. How are you gonna come up in here and embarrass me like that. You roll up in here and act like you’re too good to hang out with me and my boy and then refuse to fix a couple of sandwiches. You need to get your damn clothes back on and come out here and fix us something to eat!” Ramon demanded.

“You sound like a crazy man! When my friends are here you won’t even speak to them. At least I acknowledge that animal you call a friend. And y’all are grown ass men perfectly capable of fixing a sandwich. I’m going to bed. Goodnight!” Zoe shouted as she slipped her shoes off. But Ramon walked up on her and grabbed her by the arm. He dug his nails into her flesh so hard that she immediately began to bruise, and when she still seemed unwilling, he dug in until he drew blood. “Ramon, I swear if you don’t let me go I’m calling the cops,” she threatened, trying her best not to cry.

“What you’re going to do is take your ass out there, fix us something to eat, and act like you’re glad to do it.” He never let go of her arm as he shuffled her out of the room and into the kitchen. As they passed by Rich, they could hear him shouting words of encouragement to Ramon.

Getting Personal with 
Author, Stacey Covington-Lee

Having fallen in love with literature at an early age, it only made sense for Stacey Covington-Lee to seek a career that would allow her to combine her passion for writing and her Communications education from Savannah State University. During her lengthy career in the insurance industry as an Instructional and PC Trainer, Stacey wrote and developed multiple training guides and manuals for both insurance companies and local government.

It was at the encouragement of a dear friend that Stacey wrote and released her first novel, The Knife In My Back. Continuing her exploration of love, friendship, and betrayal, she has since given us The Knife In My Back 2, Bitter Taste Of Love, and her much anticipated, Hate The Way He Loves Me.

Stacey is an Atlanta native and has found great enjoyment in visiting book clubs and speaking at various events throughout the Southeast region. She loves hearing from readers and invites everyone to visit her website,, follow her on Twitter (@covingtonlee) as well as Facebook ( and IG (scovingtonlee).

Q. What inspires your writing?

A. I’m inspired by those around me, the people that I observe on the daily basis. Everyone has a story, everyone is trying to overcome something. It’s these situations, these struggles that tend to translate into the best stories.

Q. Hate The Way He Loves Me focuses on domestic violence. What separates your book from other books with the same focus?

A. My novel is not the typical “poor victim” type story. This book is full of unlikely heroes and twists that you’ll never see coming. It’s an emotional story that you can’t help but get caught up in.

Q. Was any part of this book based on real life experience?

A. While this book isn’t based on my experience, it was inspired in part by my experience. Many years ago I found myself in an abusive marriage. Fortunately I was able to get out of that situation and go on to make a good life for myself with a wonderful man.

Q. Would men also find your novel interesting or do you view it as a “chick novel?”

A. There is definitely something in this book for everyone, including male reader. Women are not the only ones that suffer abuse and this novel shows just what can happen when boys/men are the victims of abuse.

Q. As an author do you feel obligated to tackle social issues?

A. Not at all. As an author I feel that my obligation is to entertain. However, if I can use my writing to shed light on some very relevant social issues, why not do it? Raising awareness, imparting knowledge through my writing is truly a gift.

Q. What can we expect from you in the future?

A. I’m currently working on a couple projects that are sure to be wildly entertaining and hoping to have one released in spring of 2015.

Q. What advise would you give to an aspiring author?

A. I would tell them to be true to themselves. Don’t change your writing or try to do what you think will sell. Write what you’re passionate about, write in your own voice. And once your story is written be ready to do the serious work of promoting and building your brand.

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Kimberly Ranee Hicks, Author/Poet/Reviewer

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Saturday, September 27, 2014

Walking Alone. . .

Can you believe it?  October is literally right around the corner!  As I drive around my city, I noticed the trees are starting to turn into some of the most captivating colors I've ever seen--rich golds, deep ruby and bright orange.  I love fall and all that it stands for.  Unfortunately, it's the season afterward that gives me pause.  Yuk, winter will be arriving sooner than we'd like.  But, as with most things, it is what it is, and therefore, I live within my moments and worry about the here and now.  Can't do a damn thing about what may or may not happen in six to eight weeks from today.

October is my favorite month of the year because I was born in it and that makes it spectacular!  I'm truly a fall baby embracing my season like a cozy quilt.  It also brings about a transformation within myself as I embark on yet another year older. Thankfully, I've never been one of those women who fight getting old.  All that seems to do is make living your life that much harder, and who the hell in their right mind wants to make their journey more difficult than life already can be?  Eh, I know many of us women fight it nonetheless, and I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it's truly a battle you'll never win.  So why waste the energy is the way I think!

Speaking of energy, this is the time of year when I reflect back on the past months and see how I've grown and see what needs to change and decide whether I like the person I am today or not.  This may sound strange to some of you, but that's just the way I'm made up. So again, it's a battle I can't win, and therefore, I just roll with the punches.  As many of you undoubtedly know by now, I am currently working on my latest novel, which I'm proud to say is really moving along nicely.  I've done most of the editing and I still have a bit more to do, but all in all, I'm happy with the story and what my characters brought forth to me.  One thing I found that hasn't changed through my process is the hater-nation out there.

Wow, I just introduced my promotional ad for my latest novel, The Last to Know, but I haven't yet revealed what it's about.  It's a marketing thing and sometimes it works and sometimes not so much.  I don't mind, it comes with the territory.  Needless to say, as soon as I uploaded the promotional ad, I began hearing things from social media.  Luckily for me, most of it was extremely positive, but there are those of you that still seem to have a problem with what I'm doing.

Here's the thing, so read carefully because nine times out of ten, this is the last time I'm going to say this.  When you land on my blog and see how it's set up, three things will come to mind.  Number 1) Kim is very imaginative; 2) Kim loves writing; and 3) Kim loves reading.  That's it and that's all.  Those are the first three things that will come to you when you visit my blog.  But what my haters fail to realize is there's something else that should come to mind as you read the blog, Kim creates exactly how she feels.  What I do makes me happy.  It's an added bonus when others visit and it makes them feel the same way, but please do not ever get it twisted.  I run my blog and my life as I see fit.  I enjoy being the creative type and that bothers some of you.  What you don't understand is, my creativity makes me a better person and keeps me humble and grounded.  It helps to uplift my spirits, and again, if some of you enjoy what I do, it makes me that much happier.  So please don't think just because you may not like what I'm doing or by saying negative remarks to me is going to change a damn thing I'm doing, because you'd be wrong!  Again, it's a battle you damn sure aren't going to win.  Not where my well-being is concerned.

It's such a travesty when there are those who don't make the best of their lives get an attitude with those who do.  What right does any hater have to tell another person bettering themselves they have no right to do so?  Who the hell are you to try and stifle my progress? I've said it before and I'll say it again, the only thing standing in YOUR way is standing in YOUR way!  Do you not understand its meaning?

For those of you not getting it, I'll break it down very plain and simple.  Instead of concentrating your efforts on hating me and my progress, you might want to move out of your own way, so that the door of opportunity may open and bless you with whatever gifts you've been given.  Many of you haters are so misguided which is why you're a hater.  If you took that same energy and used it to get on your grind, you'd have success too!  Haters are cowards and take the easy road.  It's people like me who fight every step of the way to get where I want to go, and even when I fail, I continue to strive and I let nothing or anyone stand in my way, and that's including myself.  Instead of hating on more successful authors, I try to learn from them and their experiences, which helps me to grow.  I listen to their advice and try to adhere it to my own issues.  But to hate on someone because they're doing what makes them soar in life, is something I have never done, never will do and I will never quite understand.  

When a person wants to do well, why hate on them for it?  What does their journey have to do with you?  Why place stumbling blocks on their path, just so you can sit back and laugh at them.  All you've succeeded in doing is helping that person become stronger and more focused and guided.  You didn't stop a damn thing they were trying to accomplish because real ambitious individuals make it come hell or high water.  And where does that leave you, the hater?  Still hating and becoming more bitter and wasting precious time and energy on someone else, all the while you continue to lose yourself.  Do you get what I'm saying now?

Sure, it's easy to hate on me and my grind.  It's hard to own up to your failures, but easy to talk trash on someone else--all because you're a coward who's misguided.  Why don't you grow a pair, join the fight with the rest of us self-motivating people and try to make something of this thing we live called life?  Turn your hate into a positive and do something with your life!  Stop hiding behind your insecurities and hating on those who are just as afraid, but yet not afraid enough to stop trying.  If you try and fail, get your ass up and try again!  If you have to rework your master plan, well damn it, do it!  You are the only one standing in your way.  God provides for us all.  He gives us everything we need to have to be the successful children he created us to be.  God can't do it all, you have to get up and do some things for yourself.  What more do you want?  If you're reading this post, be thankful. That means you're alive.  Why waste one more precious moment on hating?  When you could focus those feelings on fixing what's wrong with you!  Because let's face it, that's what a hater's problem is in a nutshell. They don't like themselves so they turn it around on others.  That's why haters are cowards.  

I'm a warrior, a ruler of my own destiny guided by my God and all things positive for my life. Warriors get knocked down sometimes, but we get right back up!  That's the difference between my haters and me.  I will fight until there's nothing left.  Haters hide and withdraw. They're afraid of themselves and therefore hate on those who dare to fight the good fight.

So readers, which are you?  A warrior or a hater?  Just because you may see me walking alone doesn't mean I am alone!  My best friends follow me everywhere I go--Pride, Faith, Hope, and Strength.  Those are the only friends I need!  You won't find them on social media.  You'll have to search much deeper to find them!   In essence, if you want to continue to hate on me and my talents, you're free to do so, but just know, you're fighting a losing battle that you'll never win! I'm going to prosper!  I'm going to be successful, and I am successful, and I'm going to live my life to the fullest until my God summons me home.  But as for right now, He feels I have a great more to do and so much potential, so He lets me live for another day.  I'm blessed and honored to be in His favor.  As for you haters. . .God has a little something in store for you as well.  The question is, are you ready?

Kimberly Ranee Hicks, Author/Poet/Reviewer

No two paths are quite the same...
Take the one that's right for you!