Author: christina

from "Fall in Love Again" - January 21 When I turned back to the dining room, there Charlie was, her pretty face set into what, at first glance, seemed to be nonchalant expression. I knew her too well to be fooled by that.  The slightly lifted chin, eyebrow damn near about to pop off her face because she was trying so hard not to raise it…. She was…. Was she jealous? Grinning, I sauntered over to where she stood observing the dining room. “Hey.” Her gaze flicked around in confusion. “… Hey.” “So… what’s up? You getting in some good analysis? See anything interesting?” “Oh...

[caption id="attachment_3774" align="alignleft" width="351"] Spring 2015[/caption] It was baffling to me that Adrian actually thought I was going to wait around for him while he served a sentence in federal prison. Like… real ass prison. He had to be kidding. I could accept that I’d committed my life to a man who was — without question — not my “soul mate”. I could not accept that I’d married a criminal. Until they started showing up at the house, and freezing our accounts, and news vans started showing up in the front yard. Couldn’t really be in denial after that, which is why I was preparing...

Blurb
London Tanner's day just went from bad to worse.
She's fresh off the weekend and shows up to the job that she loves, and has dedicated herself to for the past 12 years. In the middle of checking emails, and preparing to begin her day, Carter Hampton enters her office space and requests her presence in his office. Once there, she finds herself on the other end of accusations of fraud that she firmly denies. After arguing her point for what seems like forever, she soon hears the words, "Today is your last day”, pour from his mouth.
Defeated and broken, London decides to drop a bomb of her own, prior to her departure. Having had the last word, she leaves the building in tears and with her final paycheck in hand. With nowhere else to turn, she heads to the arms of the only person she knows can love her past the devastation of the moment.

I wonder how many potentially awesome (insert whatever your passion is here) the world is missing out on because they're afraid to share their gift with us.  Fear is such an ugly thing, running around telling people that they aren't good enough, aren't smart enough, aren't unique enough, that their voice doesn't matter. Fear is a liar. An ashy, filthy liar. So many times, I've sat down to write, only to find myself derailed. Your writing will never be as good as ________. You'll never have as many readers as ________. You'll never do numbers like _________. Or, perhaps worse: ____________ is never going to think you're a good...

(First off, I'm over at Quanie Miller's blog today, talking about building your platform as an author! Check it out!) So I released a book today. Last night, technically, because it went live in less than an hour whereas it usually takes at least 2-3, sometimes up to 16. Anyway. It's my first time venturing into the romantic suspense category, and I must say that this was a tough road. There are so many details, and layers, and clues to drop, etc, that it made for a very labor intensive project.  I'm happy with the result, but lord have mercy, I am scared. Scurred. See, just because...

(if you have two minutes, watch the trailer below as well!) COMING DECEMBER 8TH Diligence. Focus. Agility. For Naomi Prescott, it’s not just a cute little saying. It’s a critical mantra, words to live by if she wants to retain her freedom, and more importantly, her life. Impeccable planning is the only way to ensure she sets off the small flutters that will trigger the big ripple she needs to pull off the score of a lifetime — no matter the stakes. FBI Agent Marcus Calloway is a straight-shooter… if you overlook his sometimes unconventional, law-skirting, expensive ways of solving a case. A big...

It’s that time of the year where we celebrate our love for characters of color in romantic fiction in the Color of Love Blog Hop. I'm super passionate about characters of color in romance. Particularly, my absolute favorite genre, the one I read almost exclusively, is African American romance. Love absolutely comes in all colors, and it does my heart so much good to have the opportunity to read (and write) it in shades of brown! All of my novels are a blend of black people of all hues learning, loving, and living together. My latest project, Serendipitous Love, is my favorite...

What the hell am I doing here? I look so stupid right now, Naomi thought, as her second knock went unanswered. Unwilling to knock again, she wiped errant tears from her eyes and turned away from the door. What would her life had been like if it weren't for that night? Maybe instead of being in someone else's hallway after midnight, she would be in her own bed, cuddled close to a husband, with two kids tucked between them. Maybe she could have a normal life, free of looking over her shoulder, free of fear. Maybe one of her “baby ballerinas”...