Saturday, October 3, 2015

Book-Toberfest. . .

Greetings Intellectual Minds,

I certainly hope you're keepin' your mind right?  Can you believe we're in our year-end book drive.  Do you recall at the beginning of the new year I mentioned we had a whole year to plan our reading challenges and get our heads in the books?  And lo and behold what do we have here?  Fourteen more weeks of reading left for 2015 and it's a wrap!  OMG, I cannot believe how fast this year went!  Wow!  Did I say, WOW?  I just can't get over it.

Anyhoo, whether you've met your challenges or struggling to keep up, finish as strong as you can.  Don't feel bad, I definitely will not meet my original challenge.  To say I'm disappointed is an understatement, but unfortunately, certain circumstances prevented me from keeping my regular pace.  2016 is coming and I'll get a fresh clean slate to start all over again.  

You already know October is our favorite month!  I'm checking out the Kindle store to see what classic horror books I can read.  I've read some great ones in the past few years, and I'd love to add to my list.  If you've spotted any great horror classics in Kindle format, do tell 'cause inquiring minds definitely want to know!    

Since this is a new month and the beginning, you already know what this is, right?  Sure you do, our favorite African-American book club is in the Building. . .AAMBC.  We've got a nice collection for you to sink your eyes into, and hey, if you're playing catch-up on your lists, this would be a perfect way to put you ahead.  Without further ado, let's get it goin' -- Yeazzzzzzzzzzzzzz!


Even though Spelman-educated Riley Gammons had proven herself as a tough-as-nails leader in corporate America, the mortality of a sick child is more than she can handle. Fear fills her icy veins for the first time. The usually strong-willed woman questions every move she’s ever made as baby Kelly suffers in an incubator. Riley is forced to choose between her spouse, and maternal family as a child abuse investigation unfolds. Riley finds herself alone, pushed into a corner by paranoia and maligned loyalty. She’s faced with questions of fidelity, allegiance, and trust. Her husband Jody, fresh from the arms of another woman, has questions of his own.

Jody Gammons was a fallen hero. His past grievances were well-documented legends, but few thought he’d hurt a child, until doctors suggested otherwise. When questions of paternity swarm the Gammons household, Jody becomes the prime suspect in a case of infantile child abuse, until an unlikely suspect appears.

Like many men in his position, Jody claims innocence and fights the charges with every breath. As the story unfolds Jody discovers the true colors of people he claimed to know well, his wife, mother-in-law, favorite cousin, and his side-piece all have secrets he never imagined. One secret threatened his sanity, one challenged his manhood, and one forced him to choose between the law and family. Knowledge of each secret filled his mind with vengeance, guilt and sorrow. Each plagued his thoughts with anger, each compounded the stress of his primary concern, the health of his infant daughter, Kelly Gammons.

Maxx Kilbourne’s gripping, emotionally layered novel of family drama explores the seductive and damaging nature of loyalty. Love and honor, trust and deception, and mortality—all come to a head in this compelling drama of karma and Family Ties.


“Family Ties” by Maxx Kilbourne

“Young?” Horniness got the best of me. “I’m sorry Cheryl, but I need something to fuck, preferably young and adventurous. Need a woman in my arms and a warm pussy in my lap. I want something to grab-on, something that moans and sweats, I need that raw shit Cheryl. Something to tug and toss around. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a soft thigh, or the excitement of seeing an ass for the first time. I need it.”

“Listen” Cheryl answered, “You’re jeopardizing our friendship at this point. I’ll always be a shoulder to cry on, but I’m not a trick. There’s no way I’m fucking you Jay, you’re MARRIED! Cheaters hurt more than a marriage, they devastate kids. Can you live with that?”

“No. But I can’t live with blue-balls either, a man has needs. If Riley screwed me from time-to-time my nuts wouldn’t be scrubbing the ground, and just maybe this misery would pass. So look, . . -What’s up with your roommate?” Cheryl took a deep breath before blurting a phone number, “Three-four-five. … “

“Girl NOO!” the roommate complained, “My sister pays for that phone, use the other number.”

Cheryl asked one last question after sharing the digits, it was weird and unexpected, but unimportant at the time. “Do you have any relatives I can talk to? A man? From the city?”

“Huh? Nah” I answered. “Not down here.”

“Oh. Thought you might’ve had a visitor, never mind.” At that point I should’ve known something was wrong, but its hard to think with sex on the brain.

A few minutes later shit got real. After a short conversation and cell-phone picture I found myself exiting the highway and entering a Westin Hotel parking lot. The chick refused to send a head-shot but the body was enough, her ass-shot sealed the deal. Besides, I only wanted curves to hug and a hole to punch, her face didn’t matter. A second photo arrived as I backed into a parking space, giving me an immediate erection. It grew harder as an incoming call from Riley flashed across the screen.

“What’s wrong now” I answered, my dick thumping the steering wheel.

“Besides your attitude? Nothing” she replied. “Momma taking the kids to Birmingham, to see big-ma.”

“Whatever, is that clown going?”

“She said they broke up.”

“Okay” I replied, unwilling to rehash a recurring conversation. “Whatever. . . .” I paused, knowing the next statement would start a fight. “My visa didn’t work last night, . . . and a charger is missing from my desk.”

“And? My phone doesn’t use your charger Jody, and that credit card is probably demagnetized, again.”

“I know. But I. . . I found the charger in your momma’s room. This shit has to stop.. . . . Okay?”

“Gotta go” she mumbled in typical Riley fashion. Always running from conversations about her mom. She never had time to talk. Somehow, the woman I loved for her sacrifice, was busy, all the time. She had no idea where I was, or what I was doing, I was certain she didn’t care. Even more reason to fuck somebody else.

It took several minutes to convince the desk attendant I didn’t have identification, the first to two red flags. The middle aged woman shot an evil frown of disgust when I left a key for a nameless woman wearing a teal dress. Didn’t matter much, my dick and I had one mission, a mission no one was going to ruin. Both of us ignored the woman’s nasty smirk, and our wedding vows to Riley.

As I entered the elevator my wedding band fell into a pocket, the first time it left my hands in years, I was all in. After leaving five newly minted one-hundred dollar bills on a night stand, I dimmed the lights and shut the curtains. To calm my nerves I sat in the Jacuzzi, but the heat heightened my anxiety. Reminded me of game day. Nervousness took made me giddy as a kid awaiting Christmas. My heart raced and I couldn’t wait to rip into the young girls’ pretty ass.

‘Click-click. ‘I swallowed hard as the door lock disengaged and my new fuck buddy walked in. Afraid to make eye contact, I turned my back to the door. Jacuzzi bubbles ticked my balls, nearly causing orgasm as my dick jerked from left to right, growing larger and stiffer as perfume entered the air. The anonymous girl moved silently through the room as a stealth warrior, not making a sound except the gentle thud of clothes hitting the floor. Danielle Steele couldn’t describe the tension inside my loins or sexually-charged atmosphere we created. It was the start of a great sex-capade, until the money was counted.

“Won, two, tree, fo-.” The girl quickly distinguished herself from the well-read Cheryl. The girls’ voice was sweet, but her delivery was crude. She was hood. Like a dice-game in the projects hood. But her hands were soft and her body was warm. “Imma’ rock yo’ world” she whispered. Her hands gently rubbed shoulders and forced my eyes closed. Tiny, soft fingers massaged my back and pushed me towards orgasm, it was the greatest touch I felt in years, far better than Riley’s, from what I remembered.

“Baby, what’s your name?”

“My dance name is Mary Jayne, but people call me Mary.” Two bullet sized nipples pressed the back of my neck, teasing and tantalizing my skin. I lowered my head and took a deep breath before turning to see the goods. Mid-turn my body celebrated as it prepared to devour young flesh, my eyes bulged to see pert titties, I was ready, willing, and eager to partake the devils pie. . .


The last woman I’d ever want to touch stood before me. My penis deflated as her head cocked sideways our eyes met.


Maxx Kilbourne is one of the most versatile young urban writers in America today. He’s the author of 5 critically acclaimed books, including the popular crime story, “Unraveled.” Maxx Kilbourne’s novels are as diverse as the man himself, spanning the genres of Drama, Historical Fiction, Street Fiction, and Erotica.

Maxx gained notoriety for his ability to write dramatic dialogue without profanity through the use of clever word play and realistic sequences. Although his latest novel, “Family Ties” incorporates four-letter words, it’s as cleverly written as his previous works.

Maxx has been featured in Rolling Out Magazine, The Source Magazine, the Detroit News, Conversations Magazine, in addition to several other print and broadcast outlets.

Maxx is a native Detroiter currently residing in Houston, Texas. Maxx is a husband, father of three and proud graduate of Western Governor’s University, where he earned an MBA of Business Management and Strategy. For more information visit

1. Tell us the story behind the story. How did “Family Ties” come to be?

I was walking through the new Children’s Hospital in Birmingham Alabama and I saw a man crying like a baby, but he wasn’t childlike at all. His face held pain I’d never seen before, it was rage, but it wasn’t violent. It was hopeless and contagious. I only saw him for a few seconds but it really opened my mind to the prospect of a sick child. I sat in the lobby and wrote the outline ten minutes after seeing him.

2. What was the most challenging aspect of writing Family Ties?

Holding the pain I saw in that man’s eyes was a challenge. It was so real that it bothered me and kept me in a dark place while I wrote. That was tough. The image is virtually burned into my brain.

3. What is the message you want readers to take away from your book?

It takes time to destroy your life. It takes a conscious effort to ruin a marriage or throw your life away. The characters in “Family Ties” had many chances to fix their lives, but they constantly made mistakes. They consciously made bad decisions. I guess the most important message this story has is to TAKE YOUR TIME in life. Made good choices and stay away from impulsive decisions.

4. Black Lives Matter? Or All Lives Matter?

The politically correct answer is “All Lives Matter” but I’m all for the #BlackLivesMatter movement. Of course everyone is important in this world, but the lives of Black people has been discounted since slavery. We were 3/5 of a human back then, I’m not sure what we are now. The general disrespect shown towards Black people in this country needs to change, so yes, I’m team #BlackLivesMatter

5. What books are on your nightstand? What are you currently reading?

On my shelf right now is “Animal” by K’wan, “Easier Said Than Done” By Nikki Woods, and “This Changes Everything” by Naomi Klein.

6. Favorite Authors?

Claude Mckay is my favorite, hands down. I also enjoy Walter Mosley and Nikki Giovanni.

7. What are you working on now?

Television pilot. Trying to get a deal, keep ya’ fingers crossed for me!

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TAMIKA_SHAYLASREVENGE (2)Shayla was your typical child from the affluent neighborhood of Copiague, NY. She just celebrated her 13th birthday and reveled in being a Daddy’s girl. All she wanted was a normal life where she could grow up to be a Psychologist.

Her mother suffers from a sexual addiction that ended up putting Shayla in a place that she should not have been in, just because she looks like her mom. Being the lookout for her mom; her father sneaks in the house, and all hell breaks loose. Hearing his wife have sex with someone else sends him into a rage that would draw Shayla into it. After snapping and killing his wife and lover, he turns his rage unto Shayla, rapes, and makes her clean up the dead bodies. He decides to make her into his sex slave and starts pimping her out to his fellow co-workers.

Shayla’s favorite client falls in love with her and decides that he is going to rescue her and eventually marry her. They formulate a plan and decide to make their escape before her 17th birthday. Shayla does research and they leave for Maryland. Shayla befriends the real estate agent that showed them their dream home and starts to work for her. Not knowing that Amy the agent was blackmailing Greg. Amy blackmails Greg to sell Shayla for fortune. He agrees and concocts a plan to lock Shayla away. He takes Shayla away for a long weekend, and marries her in a fake wedding. They go home to start their new lives together.

Arriving home, Shayla happens upon a man building a huge dog cage in her garage. She questions Greg and finds out that he wants to get her a dog and her puppies. Ecstatic Shayla goes and begins to make dinner for a celebration. Greg calls her to assist him to make sure that the cage was the right size. He locks her in the cage, and out walks Amy. Amy exposes her to Heroin to make her more compliant. Shayla spends the next decade of her life in sex slavery again. Once again, a new man walks into her life and promises to take her away from this. This time he came with a skill that Shayla could use. He teaches Shayla how to kill in a way that could not be traced back to her. They come up with a plan to get rid of Greg and Amy and she escapes eventually, being rescued by a cop. After spending time with Shayla and seeing past her experience, he falls in love with her childlike innocence and inner beauty. Shayla is attracted to him in turn. However, she cannot afford to fall in love just yet; she needs to cleanse her soul. In order for her to do that, she decides that she needs to rid the world of the evil men that had wronged her. Even though Marcus is a good man, Shayla cannot trust another man that she met in that lifestyle. Marcus becomes her victim, knowing that she cannot leave lose ends.

She leaves the state of Maryland and heads back up to New York to exact her revenge on everyone that raped her for money. Arriving at her dad’s house, she surprises him coming home from a long day patrolling the neighborhood for crime, where he is a Captain in the Amityville Police Department. She startles him as he tries to make himself comfortable. He tries to make up with Shayla, but only on one condition. She states that she wants to start up the family business again and to contact the former clients. He agrees believing her lies. When he finds out her true intentions, she makes him a heroin addict and her slave. He contacts all of the old clients and she kills them one by one. Shayla left the best for last. Her father, the one person that was supposed to protect and watch over her.

Carl the cop tries to get Shayla to come back to him, knowing that her trust is at 0%. He relentlessly tries to get her to let him love her. Not knowing of the activities Shayla is doing in New York. He goes back to the house of horrors to try to understand what she has been through, when he happens upon her diary. He then discovers that his love is not the sweet woman that he thought that she was. He learns that she is the one that killed Greg and Amy and went back to New York to get her revenge. His allegiance is now torn, the cop in him tells him that he must turn her in, but his heart is telling him that he must cover up her tracks. After weeks of begging her to come home, he heads out to New York and discovers what she has been up too. Agreeing to dispose of the bodies that she has racked up, they leave and he helps her further heal. He promises to protect her secret. They get married and the Department comes up with a plan to create a taskforce to help save other children that were sold into slavery.

She rescues a brother and sister and with their help, they form a Task Force overseas and rescue plenty of boys and girls, reuniting them with their families. With the help of a local politician, she transforms her home into a rehabilitation center. At her home, she welcomes the families, helps them get back their self-esteem, and works with them so that they can go back out into society.

Shayla eventually learns that the brother and sister are the secret family of Greg. How can she tell them that she was the one that killed him? Or will she ever tell them?


It all started when I was thirteen years old. He came home to find my mother in the bed with his best friend. I was sitting in the kitchen when he came home. I was supposed to be the look out, but that day I was concentrating on my homework. I did not hear his noisy pickup truck pull up into the driveway. I was daddy’s girl but my mom could not stop her addiction for sex. Uncle John always brought me clothes and shoes for my silence. I was the hottest dressed girl at school.

“Hey Shayla” He said sneaking up behind me.

“Hi daddy! What are you doing home so early?” I said looking worried.

“I wasn’t feeling good baby girl.” He said patting me on my head.

“Oh I am sorry daddy. Why don’t you take me to the pharmacy and I will make you some soup, tea, and feed you some medicine.” I said trying to get him out of the house.

“No baby girl, that’s ok I just want to lay down in the den and relax.” He said.

“Come on dad you may be coming down with something. Let me take care of you.” I said really protesting, to get him out the house.

“Baby girl I am ok. I am just tired. Your mom doesn’t allow me to get to much sleep.” He said yawning.

“But daddy you really might be coming down with something. You always tell me to nip it in the bud before it becomes a problem.” I said using his words against him.

“Baby girl, enough, I would think that you were trying to get rid of me. Where is your mother?” He said looking puzzled.

“I don’t know dad. I came straight in and I have not seen her. I was doing homework.” I said trying to convince him.

Just as he was about to walk into the living room, he heard the moans coming from upstairs. He raced up the stairs and all hell broke loose. My mom died that day along with Uncle John. He killed them both with his bare hands. He stomped on my mother’s head until it exploded all over the floor. When he got to Uncle John, he took out his knife, slit him straight up the middle, exposing his inside, and allowed him to writhe in pain until he died. Then all of a sudden, he turned to me.

“You were trying to get me out of the house so that I wouldn’t find out about this. Didn’t you! You little bitch! You are my daughter and you betray me for that slut!” He yelled coming to me slowly.

“No daddy I was trying to protect you! I didn’t want you to get hurt.” I cried.

“No you didn’t you think I don’t know about all of the gifts that they give you to shut up. You are a nasty little tramp just like your mother! And now you’re going to do all of the things that she can’t do anymore.” He yelled, grabbing me by the throat.

That was the day that it started. He chocked me and threw me on the bed, ripped my panties off and rammed his member into me. In the same room as my dead mother and her lover, I cried the whole time. I could not believe that my father was doing this to me. Finally, when he was done, ten minutes later, He told me to clean myself up and get ready for this to happen to me every day and night. He told me that I was finished with school and that I was now his slave, since I wanted to protect my mother.


Born on July 4, 1972, in North Charleston, South Carolina. Kateri grew up between NY and South Carolina. Graduating from the last all Black Boarding Schools in Laurinburg North Carolina. After that, she received a degree in Psychology, and later gave birth to a baby boy. She began writing short stories and poems, and then she decided to pursue writing a novel. When it was finished, she tried to get it published, receiving many rejections since the year 2000. She raised her son and attended Culinary School, where she received a degree in Culinary Arts, and has been a Chef ever since. Eventually she opened up Purple Diamond Caterer and caters events between writing. She eventually signed with True Glory, and put out several books and now has moved on. She is now signed with Mahogany Red Books, and finally feels at home. She is the Author of Demented Minds, Erotic Tales of Love, Lust, and Karma, Jamaica Mi Hungry and Killer Recipes by Kateri. She is due to release Shayla’s Revenge: Secrets of a Heroin Killer.

When did you begin writing?

I began at the age of 8, after my grandmother died. It was a way for me to talk to her privately.

Who is Kateri? Is Kateri your real name?

I am a simple person. I love to cook, take care of my family, and be an all-around rounded person. I am not flashy, shy, and a little introverted. Kateri is actually my middle name. My name is Cherise.

Where were you born? Where did you grow up?

I was born in North Charleston South Carolina. I grew up between New York and South Carolina. I spent the school year in NY and the summer in SC.

Do you have any kids? Are you married?

Yes, I have one son who is twenty. He is my heart and soul. I also have two stepsons that I love dearly. Yes I just got married in May to my heart, backbone, motivation, and soul.

What are your favorite genres and Authors?

I love Crime, Psychological Thrillers, and Poetry. I would have to say Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes, and Joh Grisham to name a few.

When writing how do you come up with ideas for your stories? How do you come up with your characters?

My stories are actually taken from my life, the things I see, and how I have grown as a person. My characters are all me. They represent phases of my life, the things I have been through, the things I felt, and the things I would have done, if I could have gotten away with it. Lol.

What is in the future for Kateri?

To compete on Hell’s Kitchen, write three more cookbooks, finish up ten more novels, make the New York Times bestseller’s list, and grow old gracefully with my family in Las Vegas.

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