Friday, December 6, 2013

Inevitable by Johnie Jay

          Angel McCloud is done with love after experiencing a broken heart by her deadbeat boyfriend. Vowing to take a break from relationships, now its all about her. Angel wants to have a little fun and cater to her sexual beast without commitment and drama and with the handsome, star wide receiver from the Detroit Lions, her delectable-bodied personal trainer from the past visiting town, and a coworker that's been sniffing up behind her for a while now, it seems like she will get that chance. That is, if the sexy mystery man that keeps invading her life, thoughts and dreams, stops making her feel a craving that she never has before. Future Crowne used to be Mr. Nice guy and the hopeless romantic but it only seemed to get him overlooked and misused. What a difference 5 years can make. Future is now the epitome of a player and a ladies man and to protect his heart he has no problem giving women a dose of their own medicine. Now they get only sex and great sex at that. Unfortunately he may have met his match with the sultry sexy Kandi. The one thing that he didn't plan for was what felt like fate in the form of an unknown woman, rearing its head into his plans. Follow these two seemingly different people through exciting and tantalizing paths, drama filled nights and sexual triangles as they find out their inevitable truth.


Monday, November 25, 2013

A Conversation With N'Tyse

Every author has a story to tell  and in this tale they take front and center and are no longer out staged by fictional characters. Authors are characters themselves and when they sit down with My Urban Books they put down the pen and tell us their story. So we pushed the books aside and opened up the book of life. Ladies and gentlemen this is the story of N’Tyse.

My Urban Books: Tell us about your childhood, who was N’Tyse the child?

N’Tyse: I won’t tell you about the bratty little N’Tyse or else we’d be here for days, LOL! I was quite inquisitive, a prankster, and loved trying new things. I’m the oldest of four so I always felt like I was the boss. I was a natural born entrepreneur and everyone in my family would attest to this. When I was six years old I started my own business selling art. That’s right, ART. I would sell the beautiful carefully colored pages in my coloring book from anywhere from .25 cents to $1.00. It just depended on the value of my design. I would go door to door showcasing my fine art. I even brought on sales reps to help me out. My little sister and brothers. I was trying to keep the business in the family. Business was going so well until I let one of my customers have my entire new collection on credit. She promised she would pay me when she got her check that Friday. Long story short, when she came to my house to bring me my money, my mama answered the door. She told my mom she owed me for my coloring pages. It was like $20. I thought I was rich. Well, my mama put an end to it right then. She didn’t like me going door to door like that. Needless to say, I quit that gig and started a candy house. (100% TRUE STORY).

My Urban Books: Take us back to the day when your name N’Tyse was created. Who was there? And how long did it take for the name to stick?

N’Tyse: I was all alone when I came up with my name. I wanted something sexy and something that had a nice ring to it. I kept repeating that thought…sexy...nice ring to it. And then entice hit me. I didn’t want to spell it the traditional way so I started playing around with the letters N’TYSE. It looked more like a brand when I spelled it that way. It was unique and it looked official. In fact, I was the only one that had my name and was spelling it like this when I created it. I wasn’t really worried about anyone having a hard time pronouncing it, but I was worried that they would forget how to spell it. That’s when I made it an acronym. Never Tell Your SEcrets. I was sure we’ve all heard that before. So now I had a sexy memorable name, with a real message intertwined in it. 

My Urban Books: What 3 events in your life shaped who you are today?  And why does those three stands out the most?

N’Tyse: 1)Marrying my husband 2. Suffering several miscarriages 3. The birth of my daughter.

My Urban Books: After doing some research I have learned that you have a sock fetish, has that fetish ever been included in one of your novels?

N’Tyse: It hasn’t yet, but I’m sure it will.

My Urban Books: What are your thoughts about the novel Fifty Shades of Grey? Do you think it took erotica to new heights or would you say it’s no different from any other erotic novel?

N’Tyse: I haven’t read it but I have friends that have. I personally don’t believe it took or will ever take erotica to new heights, because from what I’m told, it’s all fantasy and profoundly unrealistic. However, I do think it helped spark great discussion and curiosity about erotica and the BDSM lifestyle. But if you really want to be taken to new heights, you should check out Zane and some of the erotica authors on her imprint.

My Urban Books:What can you not live without?

N’Tyse: My family.

My Urban Books: If you had one wish, what would it be?

N’Tyse: For everyone to be healed of sickness.

My Urban Books: What is the most important thing you learned about the literary world?

N’Tyse: You have to have thick skin.

My Urban Books: What don’t you speak about on interviews and on the social media?

N’Tyse: I’m pretty open but I guess if it becomes too personal I will cut it off or avoid the question altogether.

My Urban Books: Can you tell us a little about your future release, Twisted Vows of Seduction. How does this novel differ from your past books?

N’Tyse: Twisted Vows is the second installment in my Twisted series. As you may already know, part one, Twisted Seduction, is about a woman named Denise who orchestrated her husband’s affair, and Twisted Vows of Seduction is the aftermath of all the drama that transpired. Everyone’s past catches up to them and a new character, Naomi Brooks, is introduced to twist things up even more. She’s trying to compete with her fiance’s former lover, only the woman is deceased. Every book in this series is actually different from anything I’ve ever written. I’m dealing with a lot more psychological issues and I’m also writing from several male perspectives. With each book the characters become more complex, making them my favorite all-star cast.

My Urban Books: What novel would you say is the greatest of all time?

N’Tyse: The Coldest Winter Ever by Sister Souljah.

My Urban Books: What advice would you give aspiring authors?

N’Tyse: Do as much research as you can on this industry and always be prepared to invest in yourself if no one else will. You’re worth it!

Twisted Vows of Seduction releases nationwide 12/10. Pre-Order your copy today.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Reader Of The Week Rita King

       Understanding your target audience has a big say so in whether or not you will succeed at being an author. It helps to sit down and listen to what readers has to say from time to time. So this week My Urban Books  sat down with avid reader Rita King and asked her questions pertaining to the literary world. Be prepared to take notes authors, because this week’s reader of the week tells all.

My Urban Books: Who is Rita?
Rita King: Rita, who by the way is Cherita Smith -King, is a sexy, strong-willed, loving, fun, supporter, well-wisher, confident, God fearing woman and wife, mother of two. A cosmetologist and confidante friend to few but still an acquaintance to others. I enjoy whipping up hair, cooking, eating, shopping for gadgets, going to book signings, entertaining, and I love NFL and getaways!!! Who's Rita?? This is me!!!!!
My Urban Books: What genres do you read? Which is you favorite and why?
Rita King:  I enjoy reading urban lit, epic contemporary & fantasy, erotica, crime, and comedy! For me it’s a tie between urban lit & crime because it the excitement of the plot that has me enthralled.
My Urban Books: Approximately how many books do you read in a week?
Rita King: It usually is 3-4 books a week depending on length and my schedule.
My Urban Books: What are your reading pet peeves?
Rita King: NO EDITING and TYPESETTING, and using the same models and poses from other peoples work!!! Ugh.
My Urban Books: Besides a novel having a good storyline what else must it have in order for you to pick it up?
 Rita King: It has to have great eye-popping, originality with the cover designs and graphics that say "Open me!!!” length and the texture of the paper.
My Urban Books: Are you team paperback or team ebook?
Rita King: I am definitely team paperback  but because of the literary times and limited area of the African American section in bookstores in my area (WDC) I seem to have been buying more ebooks.
My Urban Books: Have you ever written anything?
Rita King: LOL actually I was 8 when I wrote it and the name was The Bird Which Lost His Song! It was based on my young life with me singing, in the church choir, but as a bird who lost my voice in the park. My name was in pig Latin, Iritache!!
My Urban Books: The social media, do you think it helps, or harms authors?
Rita King: Both!!! Pro: it can get your name out there but...Con: if you depend on social media to promote for you then you will never get established in the literary world because we won't know who you really are. That's pimping us for you!
My Urban Books: How long is to long for an author to release a sequel to a book?
Rita King: 12 months and more. Personally I can forget the storyline whether good or not and have to waste time rereading the last novel.
My Urban Books: What advice would you like to give authors?
Rita King: My first advice would be to take pleasure in your books. These are your babies, a replica of you. It should be a story in which you want to read yourselves. Secondly, take pride in your work by editing, typesetting and communicating with your readers either by personal appearances, email or social media.

The New Prada Plan by C.N. Phillips

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The WhiteHouse by Jaquavis Coleman

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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

It Ain't Easy Being Jazzy by Quanie Miller

Jazzy secretly wants to get back together with her ex boyfriend, Curtis, so when he calls and reveals that he’s got something important to tell her, she’s got no idea that he’s about to propose—to her first cousin and bitter rival, Mercedes.
The annual family dinner is coming up, and fearing that she will spend the evening seething while Mercedes flaunts her four carat engagement ring in her face, Jazzy asks Reggie, an Adonis she met at the mall, to accompany her. As fate would have it, not only did Reggie and Mercedes used to date; that backstabbing, leopard print wearing cow is still carrying a torch for him!  Revenge. It’s never been so sweet.
But falling for ReggieHoly crap! That wasn’t part of the plan! She’s got enough on her plate as it is with a mother who spies on the neighbors and a sister and best friend with man problems that could land them on Jerry Springer. So when Curtis comes sniffing around again—this time, with an accusation that sends her blood pressure shooting through the roof—the one good nerve that Jazzy’s got left has just about run its course.
Quanie Miller grew up in New Iberia, Louisiana. She fell in love with reading at an early age and spent most of her time at the Iberia Parish Library discovering new authors like R.L. Stine and Christopher Pike (she was often found walking back home from the library with a stack of books that went up to her chin). She holds degrees from Louisiana State University and San Jose State University. She has been the recipient of the James Phelan Literary Award, the Louis King Thore Scholarship, the BEA Student Scriptwriting Award, and the Vicki Hudson Emerging Writing Prize. She loves writing humorous stories about strong willed, sassy women who can’t keep themselves out of trouble. She lives in Charleston, South Carolina with her husband and is currently, as always, working on another novel. To find out more about Quanie and her works in progress visit

Monday, October 14, 2013

A Secret Worth Keeping by Lakisha Johnson

Shelby is a career woman turned housewife who enjoys the friendships that have been built with her 5 best friends; Camille, Lynesha, Raylin, Kerri and Chloe. They are all career women with different businesses or careers, husbands and even children but something is missing, something they can’t find at home, in a store or even in a book. So, they search for this missing piece in the beds, arms, cars, offices and even in storage rooms of other men who don’t mind paying for what Dem Dam Divas can offer. They enjoy the thrill of sneaking, creeping and even vacationing on someone else’s dime but what happens when it all becomes too much? From being found guilty with no evidence, secretly wanting someone who doesn’t want you, loving only to not be loved back, caught up in a dream that you’re about to be awaken from; will it be worth it in the end? Will their secret lives be revealed and will it become too much to handle? Will they regret their actions or stand by them? Will they finally question whether this secret is really worth keeping?



“Good morning, Ray; Mr. Johnson is waiting to see you in his office.”
Thanks Ashley, I said. I knocked on the door that was already slightly open. “Hey, you wanted to see me?” He motioned for me to come in while he finished up a call. Once he hung up, he looked at me with the slight hint of an attitude and said, “Yea, since I didn’t hear from you this weekend!”
“Oh, do I detect an attitude?  Seeing that I am not your wife, I don’t have to check in.”
He said, “You may not be my wife but I pay you like you are!”
“Yea, you pay because it’s worth every dollar and I do the things your wife doesn’t. Now, if you don’t want anything I have some work to do.” 
He grabbed me by the arm before I could move and pushed me up against his desk. He pushed the intercom, “Yes, Mr. Johnson;” said Ashley.
“Ray and I will be busy for the next 30 minutes, no interruptions!” he barked.
“Yes sir,” she said.
He pushed up my pencil skirt and ran his fingers between my legs, surprised that I had no panties on as he hurriedly tried to undo his pants.
“Slow down baby, she ain’t going nowhere.”
“I know but dam, she’s so hot and wet!” he said. 
“Yea I know but remember we are at work and I don’t need you screaming like a girl!”
He laughed and said, “Then put something in my mouth to shut me up.” I, of course obliged.
I pulled my skirt the rest of the way up, pushed myself back on his desk and spread my legs wide enough for his head to nestle right in between them. I wanted him to get all the glory of my freshly shaved candy box and his tongue hit the bull’s eye on the first try and I was in Heaven. He parted my lips and sucked like he was trying to find how many licks until he got to the tootsie roll center!
“Oh my God!” is all I could say as I grabbed this man by the head.  As I begin to have an orgasm out of this world, he stood and I took every inch of his long, thick cock as I wrapped my legs around his back.  I put my hands on his ass and I pushed until I made sure I had it all. 
“Dam girl!” he said as I laid back a little further to make sure he was feeling every bit of me. Oh, don’t get me wrong; I love this sex but I won’t let him see it. I grabbed his arms and rocked with him until we both came together. 
“Baby, you will make a man sign over his company for that shit!”
“Yea, I know. Consider that a thank you for our trip this weekend,” I said as I walked out passed Ashley smiling before he even had a chance to respond. 
LaKisha Johnson is a girl after God’s own heart; doing what she believes to be her purpose..writing.  In addition to being a self-publised author, she’s also a wife of 15 years, mother of 2 and native of Memphis, TN. She comes from a huge family and has always been the go to girl whenever someone needed a poem written or read, an acknowledgement that would convey just what they were thinking or even an occassion written for that special day. She’s an all-around talented lady that makes everything she touch turn to gold. She has 2 degrees from Southwest TN Community College both in Information Technology and has worked in the corporate field for over 15 years. She is also a dedicated blogger, delivering a devotional blog 5 days per week entitled ”Kisha’s Daily Devotionals.”
LaKisha wants readers of her books to step outside the box and read with imagination.  She wants them reeled in from the front cover to the last word, enjoying every second in between, asking for more.  She doesn’t proclaim to be the best writer or even author in the world..she just proclaims to be blessed because her motto is ”God’s purpose is bigger than any problem!”

Friday, September 20, 2013

Trust No Bitch 2 by Cash and NeNe Capri

Sneak Peek
Kiam looked at his young boy and spoke decisively. "We're going up in here to make shit right, but we're not bowing down to this nigga. If he don't have no understanding let your banger do the talking. If shit get hot we either come outta there together or we die side by side. There is no compromise to that," he inst...ructed.

JuJu nodded his head and clicked one in the chamber of his Desert Eagle. From this point on it was do or die. If Riz was on some gorilla shit he was gonna make that nigga the top story on the ten o'clock news. "I'm ready fam. Let's go see what it do," he said and they got out of the car at the same time.
Kiam had his heat on his waist and a small duffle bag slung across his good shoulder. JuJu followed him inside the building with his jaw set and his mind on creating chalk lines. He took in everything as they climbed the stairs to the sixth floor.

Bones opened the door and let them in. He had a mug on his face like something stupid was on his mental. Kiam looked him in the eye communicating that death was right around the corner if he was intent on having it pay him a visit. JuJu's grimace punctuated that message, but Bones wasn't shook. He had more than a dozen bodies on his street resume and the thought of adding two more made his nuts swell.

None of the men spoke to each other. JuJu kept his eyes on Bones as he closed the door behind them. Kiam's gaze immediately honed in on Riz who was seated on the couch with his two Rottweilers at his feet. His short dreads were neatly trimmed today and the army fatigues that he wore were starched and creased. Nothing about his appearance was cruddy but his eyes; they were two black orbs that resembled the darkness that came before death.
With four killahs in one small room and a breadth of animosity between them the tension immediately thickened.

Both canines rose and bared their teeth, letting out low growls. Kiam didn't flinch, he was gonna turn them into black and brown throw rugs the minute they pounced.

"Sit," ordered Riz without breaking the eye lock that he held on Kiam.
The well-trained dogs obeyed their master's command while continuing to watch Kiam. The dog’s keen sense of smell picked up the heavy scent of danger that emitted from his pores.

Riz sized Kiam up. The reports that he'd gotten back from Cleveland confirmed what his first impressions had been. The man that stood before him personified officialness but that didn't excuse what had happened.

Kiam dropped the duffel bag at Riz's feet. It landed with a thud. "I'm a man of honor," he said. "I would never betray the people that vouched for me nor would I dirty my name. A man's word is worth much more than money. That's every dollar that you lost in our last transaction. I hope that brings peace between us but if not, it's your move."

Riz duly noted Kiam's audacity; he had no choice but to respect the nigga's gangsta. Here he was with one arm in a sling, up in BK, in the crib of one of the most ruthless men in the city, letting his nuts hang to the floor.
Riz cleared his throat. Seconds later four cold-hearted assassins came out of the back wearing menacing frowns and holding assault rifles. They posted up around the room covering all sides and stood prepared to let their weapons bark at Riz's command.

Kiam eyes scanned the room, the odds were seriously against him but that was the story of his life. He had never been one to fold against a stacked deck and that wasn't about to change now. Behind him JuJu wasn't sweating, he had resigned himself to kill or be killed. But I'm taking a muthafucka to the grave wit' me. Bones was going to be the first to get his top blown off, JuJu had already decided.

Quickly his eyes located the light switch on the wall. It was right there within arm’s reach. With the lights out, the darkness would minimize their advantage.
JuJu took a mental picture of where each man stood, he could put them on their asses without accidentally shooting Kiam. Yeah muhfuckaz I'm 'bout to turn this li'l spot into Beirut.

Kiam was thinking the same damn thing. He showed no fear. His persona remained all dick and balls. Wasn't no pussy inside his jeans so there was no chance of him bitching up. Fuck he care about a six against two? For most of his life it had been him against the whole got damn world. He looked at Riz's setup. It ain't enough of these muhfuckaz to get at me and my vicious ass young boy. And what purpose does dogs serve in a gunfight?

The thought brought a chuckle from his gut and his hand eased toward the strap inside his jacket. In that frozen moment of time, Eyez flashed in his mind. He hadn't told her goodbye so there was no way he was dying today. Fuck no! These niggas were about to get introduced to mass muhfuckin' murder.

The sound of the click clacks around the living room echoed in harmony as Riz's team peeped the move and clapped one in their chambers. Riz's hand shot up. "Everybody hold the fuck up!" he shouted. "There's no need for bloodshed. Let me talk to this man."

Kiam's whistle was halfway out of his waistband and JuJu's was already aimed at Bones' head, a fraction of a second away from decorating the wall.
Kiam studied Riz's face and saw what he needed to see in order to quiet that beast within. His hand came off the rubber grip around the handle of his banger, and he let it settle back down in its place. "We good Ju," he said without turning around.

JuJu removed his tool from Bones head but kept it out and ready to reverse the bodyguard's fate if the wind changed directions up in there.
Riz reached out, pulled the duffel bag to him and peered inside. He looked up at Kiam and nodded his acceptance. "Have a seat, my friend," he offered.
Kiam sat beside Riz on the couch.

Riz leaned over and grabbed a blunt off the cocktail table. One of his goons walked up and put some flame to it for him. Riz hit the blunt and slowly blew the smoke out. "What happened? Who on your team betrayed us?" he asked pointedly.

"******** and Gator," replied Kiam. "They both have been dealt with and can't possibly violate again."
Riz considered what he had just been told. "I didn't see that in *******," he admitted. "I read her to be a down ass bitch. Maybe even loyal to a fault."
Kiam just listened, he didn't see where true loyalty had a limit.
"It doesn't surprise me about Gator because he crossed people he was down with to join up with Big Zo, though what he was really loyal to was Lissha's pussy. I guess your coming in and taking over and probably taking Lissha from him too, pushed him to flip," Riz continued.

Kiam left him to think whatever he wanted, but something Riz had said caught his attention. "How did Gator cross someone to hook up with Big Zo?" he delved.
"Ask Lissha, she'll tell you. But you better watch that bitch, behind that pretty ass smile is a loaded gun. Her loyalty to Big Zo is impenetrable, never think otherwise."
"Mine is also," stated Kiam. Never think otherwise.
Riz smiled appreciatively, loyalty was the attribute that separated real men from fakes. With a nigga like Kiam on his squad there would be no stopping him. He sat the blunt down in an ashtray and placed a friendly hand on Kiam's shoulder. "I like what you stand for. You're the type of man that can be trusted. Unfortunately, I don't feel the same way about the man you work for."
"You can feel what you wanna feel Bleed, but I didn't come here for that. I came to straighten things up with you. Now that that's done where can we go from here?"

"Kiam, things aren't always as simple as that and not many people are who they appear to be. I used to have the same respect for Big Zo as you have for him now, but things started happening that has me wondering." He leaned back and gathered his thoughts before sharing them.

Kiam looked over at JuJu who was still posted up by the door surveying everything and everyone. Riz's voice brought Kiam's attention back to him.
"Kiam, let me tell you a story. When the feds hit Big Zo and snatched up everything he had, I was the one that fronted Lissha and Treebie blocks to help them rebuild his empire. Not long after I began doing that one of my stash houses here in New York got jacked and three of my men lost their lives trying to defend it. A fourth one was left alive by the robbers to deliver a message." Riz gestured one of his goons over to the couch.
The dreadlocked boy came across the room and stood awaiting Riz's order. "This is my son Jamaal. He is the one Blood Money left alive to deliver their message," he said to Kiam.

Blood Money! Kiam was shocked, but his expression did not change. JuJu had heard the name too but he did not allow his emotions to betray his calm.
"Jamaal, show him what Blood Money did to you," Riz prompted.
Jamaal let the stock of his chopper rest on the floor as he removed the gloves he was wearing and showed Kiam the scar left from the bullet hole that Blood Money had blown through his hand.

All kinds of thoughts ran through Kiam's mind but he revealed nothing to Riz. "What does any of this shit have to do with us?" Kiam questioned him.
Riz looked him in the eye and replied, "I had several of my men executed after that robbery. But as time moved on I have reason to suspect that Big Zo was behind it. I've tracked Blood Money to Cleveland, Ohio, Big Zo's stomping grounds. I don't believe in coincidence. I haven't been able to find out any of their identities but I will sooner or later, and if my suspicions prove correct I'm murdering everyone associated with Big Zo. You might wanna consider breaking ties with his organization."

"Loyalty or death," proclaimed Kiam, rising to his feet. "So I guess this ends our business."
"Only if you want it to. Like I said, I have suspicions but no proof. We can carry on with our dealings, it is very profitable to both sides. But I can't trust delivering to your people outside of New York. I'll lower the price $500 a shoe but you'll have to come up here to get them."
"I can do that," Kiam agreed and they shook hands.

As Riz walked him to the door he told him that he hoped his suspicions turned out to be wrong. "I do too," Kiam replied. "Because when two giants clash a lot of little people get crushed."

As Kiam and JuJu descended down the stairs they both were wondering who in the fuck Blood Money was. Kiam's forehead was creased, he needed answers and this time he was not letting Lissha blow him off.

Inside his apartment Riz picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Yeah?" answered his man.

"What have you found out about Blood Money?" asked Riz.
"Nothing yet, but I'm on it. And when I smoke 'em out, I'ma torture and kill 'em one by one," said Wa'leek.

HollowRead Challenge

Crowned by Princess Dior

Roxy has been on a paper chase ever since her mother was incarcerated. Left to fend for herself she turns to the one place that doesn’t judge her; the streets. When her life begins to spiral out of control she has to decide whether she is ready to own up to her mistakes and the people she has crossed or trade in her Gucci shoes and king-sized bed for state issued slippers and a twin sized cot.

Princess Dior, born Princess Estella Dior Washington to Queen Esther Perkins, faced many challenges in her younger life. Raised by a single mother that she viewed to be the most powerful woman in the world, Princess’s life was nothing less than boring. Growing up, Princess watched as her mother hustled to provide for her and her siblings by any means necessary. Taking great pride in her mother’s determination to raise her family, Princess embodied in her strength which molded her into an outspoken, well-dressed little girl with her eyes on the world.
Grounded by the church, and expressing hobbies for writing and speaking publicly, Princess began to showcase her talents at the mere age of thirteen and has yet to look back. Filled with the desire to help, she began to use her talents to motivate and uplift others through writing and public speaking. Since being raised in a church filled environment, Princess knew that taking on the role of being over the morning announcements and the dance ministry would be worth something more than a resume builder.
Taking her religious values very seriously, Estella believed that she was destined to do great things. As life would have it, Princess took a turn into the game of survival which lead to leading a life as a “Hustler’s Wife”. Becoming accustomed to the fabrication of a fabulous life, Princess turned to the streets to provide her with all of life’s riches. Hustling became her new lease on life until she found herself facing a 35 year prison sentence. With her hands clasp together on bended knees, she remembered her mother saying “No weapon formed against you shall prosper”. Renewing her faith in God, Estella began to reevaluate her outlook on life.
Feeling that the enemy won, Estella’s reclamation of her salvation while in wait at the women’s detention center only added more blessings for this newfound young woman. Winning the Correctional Idol Contest gave her the affirmation that she needed. Recommencing the skills that never left her hand or her heart, Estella won a spot on a CD with Malcolm Jamal Warner and on Russell Simmons Def Poetry Slam.
Enjoying her renowned love for writing, poetry, and mentorship, Estella spread all of her positive energy throughout her family and ministry on love, life, and inspiration. By creating an image to inspire others with her story and the recreation of her life, this aspiring Media Mogul wanted to share her trials and tribulations to mentor others and show them the path that God has set forth. Knowing and believing that God can and will show up in your life during your most controversial times, Estella wants all to know that being patient and humbling yourself proves that you too can make the right advancement in life.
Now living a life of substantial wealth in Christ, Estella is a free woman who’s working and building her media empire that motivates and inspires others through the works of art and entertainment. Currently taking pride in her husband, Dorian Wright and their children, she looks at life to be enriching and full of a well-rounded support system. Feeling compelled by her story, Estella feels that there is no shame in sharing her life story. She hopes that her story heals and motivates those that feel all hope is gone.
Estella Dior is a, Wife, Mother, Entrepreneur, Motivational Speaker, an Author and a Spoken Word Poet who has overcome trials and tribulations with goals to enrich and inspire everyone she meets. Her hopes are to transform each being and to convert their lives from walking by sight, but by Faith alone.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Sapphire Escape by JA Sapphire

      Sapphire: Escape begins in the streets of Wilmington, Delaware as I fight for my independence from my authoritative parents forcing me flee to Atlanta, Georgia and entering the strip club industry. While there are many assumptions as to why women enter the strip club industry, the main ones are that we as women are mindless, nymphomaniac junkies with no education, skills, aspirations, or goals. This simply isn’t true and the actual explanations will astonish you. Sapphire is one of the highest paid black, exotic dancers in the nation based in Atlanta, Georgia. She has been an exotic dancer for sixteen years. She is a veteran, an expert of the strip club industry and the interpersonal relationships that traditionally exist between men and women.
Her experienced eyes have seen the rise and fall of the strip club industry, the economy, our leaders, celebrities and professional athletes. She is entangled in a web of illusion that society deems the “underground” and entrapped in the collapse of society’s mentality, self-image, and the collapse of interpersonal relationships between men and women.
Being estranged from her family and being recently fired from her job she finds herself making a split second decision between her present state of living and the loss of her dignity. To survive more than just the financial aspects of her life, she reinvents herself into the strip club diva known as SAPPHIRE—however, at times she’s known as Carmella.

Tears Of A Hustler by Silk White

       Four and a half years in prison and finally Pauleena is back in the free world, ready to hit the ground running and get back to business. However, one problem stands in her way….The Spades. With Wolf out the game, The Spades leader Dice has no choice, but to step up to the plate and keep the movement moving, before new management takes over. The only question is does he have what it takes to lead thousands of troops into battle, as well as keep himself out of jail and not get his head blown off in the process? Free to do what he wants, Wolf has the freedom he has always sought…but the game can’t and won’t let him go no matter how hard he tries to avoid it. Join Silk White as he takes readers imaginations into a fast paced story of betrayal, deceit and disloyalty. Watch as the tables get turned and nothing is as it seems….let the journey begin…….

         Pauleena entered the shower room and grabbed some scrawnylooking white girl who was drying off and tossed her out of the shower room, then slammed the door behind her. Instantly Jessica looked up and saw Pauleena standing in the shower room fully dressed. Right then and there Jessica already knew what time it was.
“Oh I  see you one of them hard headed bitches.” Jessica spat. She stood talking to Pauleena as if she wasn’t butt naked. Jessica was a big girl, but she wasn’t fat nor was she skinny. Jessica rinsed the remaining soap suds off of her body, then cut the shower off, as she noticed Pauleena heading towards her. All the steam that filled the shower room and floated through the air made it hard for Jessica or Pauleena to seeclearly. “Come on bitch.” Jessica growled taking a defensive stance. Once Pauleena was within arm reach, Jessica fired off a quick jab.
Pauleena weaved the jab and caught Jessica with a stiff right hook. Jessica’s head snapped back as the strap on her shower slippers broke off. Once Pauleena saw Jessica struggling to keep her footing she went in for the kill and fired punches from all angles hitting Jessica all in herface and head. Jessica fought back as best she could, but every time she tried to gain momentum in the fight Pauleena hit her with another punch.
Jessica kicked off her other shower shoe, backed up and took a second to regroup. She eyed Pauleena closely, the fresh scratches that covered her face were beginning to burn and sting, so she quickly moved on to plan B. Jessica charged Pauleena and was rewarded with two stiff punches to the face. Jessica took the punches well, reached out and grabbed a handful of Pauleena hair. “Bitch!” Jessica barked, then tossed Pauleena into the wall by her hair. Pauleena’s body sounded off loudly when it made contact with the wall. Jessica held Pauleena’s hair with one hand and fired off several punches to her face, followed by a few knee strikes.
Outside the shower room Remy as well as several other inmates stood outside the shower room’s door listening to the gruesome battle that was taking place on the other side of the door. They didn’t know what was going on, but from the sound of it they could tell that it was going down.
     A native of Harlem, New York, Silk White began his writing career in 2006. He is the author of the three part Urban Fiction series Tears of a Hustler and Co-Owner of Good2Go Publishing and Good2Go Films. Silk has No Way Out and Black Barbie as a film credit under Good2Go Films and in his spare time, loves to write and act. He is currently producing a new movie and is hard at work on his next novel.

The Bully Bangers by Fabiola Joseph


Saturday, September 7, 2013

Aqua Blue by Marian L. Thomas

In 1968 a child was born. Her father's eyes boast a beautiful green and her mother was born with hazel. Yet, Aqua Blue was brought into the world with neither.
Haley wishes her parents would forget her. Her mother wants to control her, her father constantly beats on her and Haley, however, just wants to dance on Broadway. Will her dreams cost her more than she ever expected?
Jonathan Jacob Benjamin Brown is running from the memory of a mother he loved. His journey will thrust him into a world filled with secrets so shocking, he must determine whether he will forgive or walk away.
As they each step foot into the intoxicating city of New York, their dreams are standing before them with open arms. Yet, in order to embrace the possibilities, they must first learn to live, love, and breathe.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Black Magic by Nika Michelle Review

      Black Magic by Nika Michelle is the third installment in the Black Butterfly trilogy and it begins exactly where it left off in Black Onyx. Starting the novel off in this way will defiantly gain readers appreciation because they are not thrown into the pages of Black Magic without a clue as to what is taking place.  Nika has made this novel easy to follow and quickly reminded you what has taken place in part two but I must say, the storyline did not grab me like it did  in part two. It was not as entertaining and the shock factor was missing for me. Once it came to the characters I did however, appreciate the growth from the middle sister Seandra. The author showed her emotional side and the character embodied true emotion. Throughout the story although all sisters were emotional in some way, shape, or form Seandra was the most heartfelt, most real and I believe Nika allowed you to take a glimpse into the characters heart and have you witness what she was feeling.
        I had the privilege of reviewing the unedited version of Black Magic and I have to say that I was impressed with the few errors that I found. The ending has left me to believe that there would be a part four and in all honesty I hope that there is because after reading Black Onyx I know that Nika can bring me something great and I am waiting for a read penned within this series that will blow part two out of the water.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

The Niya Interview with Fabiola Joseph and Erotic Bliss.

         Niya is the first novella written by Fabiola Joseph and it has taken the literary world by storm. This modern age tale about a young girl coming to terms with who she is has caused many readers to shed a tear and applaud the author for such astonishing work. But you know what they say, two heads are always better than one and up and coming author Erotic Bliss proved this saying to be 100% true when she co-wrote Niya with Fabiola Joseph. This new author has snuck into the limelight and keeps an extremely low profile while  having everyone wonder "Who's That Girl?" but that question will no longer be asked because My Urban Books will not only be interviewing Fabiola Joseph, but Erotic Bliss as well. So ladies and gentlemen lock your eyes to the screen and read all about the birth of Niya.

My Urban Books:  How did you two come up with the idea for Niya?
Fabiola Joseph: I knew that I wanted to write a story about a STUD. There is something so alluring, so sexy, so mysterious about them, but I just didn’t think that I could pull it off. So, I put her on the backburner knowing that I would come back to her later. When I got back in contact with Bliss, Everything just fell into place. Bliss opened my eyes to a whole new world and through her and her life experiences, Niya was born.
Erotic Bliss: When she came to me with the idea, I was a little scared. I felt like I was about to put myself on front-street. I am a very private person so I was petrified. So one day, I woke up after a long night with Fabie on the phone, and I find an email with the first two chapters in it. I read it and fell in love. After that, I was all for it.
My Urban Books: How is the lesbian and heterosexual community been responding to Niya?
Fabiola Joseph: Really well. I was so worried that the hetero readers wouldn’t get it, but they do, and that makes me smile. The lesbian and gay community also LOVED the story. We have been told that the story is true to life, and that is what we wanted. One reader even said that they loved that the story was about a STUD and not an ultra feminine character, although Jamilla and a few other characters fill in the feminine gap. What makes me happy is that even gay men are falling in love with Niya {lol} I LOVE that!

My Urban Books: What kind of demons will Niya be battling in part 2?

Erotic Bliss: We felt that in Niya… Rainbow Dreams, the readers really fell hard for Jamilla's story. Yes, they got a glimpse into Niya’s life but Jamilla got to kill a lot of her demons. This time around in Niya 2… Dreamers Paradise, Niya will face a lot of hers. Like the relationship with her parents, her blossoming attachment to alcohol, and her infatuation with Jamilla. She will even have to face her dreams head on. We know that she wants to be a rapper, but what is she doing about it?

My Urban Books:  How will Jamilla evolve in Niya 2?

Fabiola Joseph: Jamilla is going to start facing her inner battles as far as her fear of the L word. We felt that she is so afraid that she may be a lesbian that she is running away from the love Niya has for her and for the love she truly has for Niya. She is still battling her home life. Yes, things with her stepfather have gotten better but her relationship with her mother is still an ongoing battle. Everyone needs their mothers love but she will have to learn that she may never get it the way she wants it.

My Urban Books: Fabiola, you have lesbian characters in your other novels The Art of Deceit’s Amira and Rebel’s Domain’s Kory. How can those two relate to Niya and what can they learn from her?
Fabiola Joseph: I feel that they all can learn from each other. Funny thing is I feel that they are all alike in some ways. Like the fact that they were all in love with a “Straight” girl.

My Urban Books: Here's another question for you Fabiola, If you put the main characters of all of your novels together, (Tangie, Jazzy, Scarlett, and Niya) what kind of character would you come up with?
Fabiola Joseph: Wow, that would be one hell of a character. They would be smart, deadly, talented, scary, loving, young at heart, hardened by life, giving, insecure, hard to deal with, and all in fear of love, true love. The scariest part is… this character would be the closest to who I really am.
My Urban Books: I think a lot of people are wondering about Jamilla’s sexuality. Is she homosexual, bisexual, or heterosexual?
Erotic Bliss: What I love about Jamilla's character is that she left some of the readers just as confused as she is. Some feel that she is a lesbian or at least bi because of how she feels about Niya. Others feel that she is like every other young lady out there, the ones who are curious, the ones who mistake a really close friendship with a lesbian as a crush. Our answer is… the readers will have to wait and see.
My Urban Books: In the future will you write a novel centered around homosexual males?
Fabiola Joseph: Porn Stars 1 and 2 had gay male characters, and although my co-author Matthew Ramsey wrote those characters, I really enjoyed them. I am toying with the idea.
My Urban Books:With every book an author writes they better their craft, how has your writing improved?
Fabiola Joseph: Every time I finish a book, I marvel at the growth I show. It is all in the word play, the emotions, the letting go of fears and just writing. I love The Art Of Deceit, that is my first baby, but as I go back and read over it, I see my growth as a writer. Words feed my soul, and when I use them well… I am in heaven.

My Urban Books:With every novel that you two have wrote, how have you grown as a person?
Erotic Bliss: Going into Niya 1, I was so afraid. I held back a lot. Being that I tell my part of the story and Fabie is the one who really puts them into words, I just went into Niya 2 as an open book. I tell the truth about who I am and Fabie adds in the spice of fiction. I am the happiest I have been in a long time, and I owe that all to Fabiola Joseph. Without her, this story would never be.
Fabiola Joseph: I am free. I am free of all that has haunted me. So much of me is Jamilla, so much of me is Niya, as they are both Bliss in their own ways. I put so much of my pain into that book and it was freeing. I have grown to love me, I have grown to love all the parts of me that I have always tried to hide, and I am also learning to forgive. This book healed me in a lot of ways, and without Bliss, that would never be.
My Urban Books:What will you like for people to know about your new cover Niya 2?
Fabiola Joseph: That both Bliss and I put so much thought into it. Everything on that cover is there for a reason. That cover tells a story, the new story of who these women are becoming.
Erotic Bliss: Yes, Fabie must have had six or seven drafts of this cover made *lol* but that is what I respect about her. She loves what she does and works so hard at making it right for the readers but most importantly, herself. She really has an eye for details.
My Urban Books: We are now going to now put the spotlight on Erotic Bliss. You are a mystery to many, so tell us, who are you?
Erotic Bliss: I am a woman who is trying to find her way in life just like the rest of them. I have served my country and now, I am working on serving myself. I abandoned myself for so long, and because of this book, I am finding me again. I am also a woman who loves and respects my co-author. She has given me life.
My Urban Books: Can we expect a solo novel from you?
Erotic Bliss: I am not so sure. Let’s just see how this whole Niya thing plays out. Fabie does a lot of the writing so we will see.

My Urban Books: Can you tell us what your first name is?
Erotic Bliss: LoL, nah, no chance of that.
My Urban Books: 5 years ago, who was Erotic Bliss?
Erotic Bliss: She was WILD. I was only 22 then. Let’s just say, a lot of people know my name. I have been a lot of places, and I have done a lot of things.
My Urban Books: What was the first thing you remember writing?
Erotic Bliss: A rap song. It was called, I Like Her. It started off with… I like her, but she will never know. My friends say that I should tell her but in my mind, I act as if she already knows. I blow kisses at her from behind, she can’t see them so for now, I’ll just pretend that she’s all mine and wait for the day that I will be able to blow her mind. LOL, yeah, I still remember it. I was 12, I think.

My Urban Books: Now back to the dynamic duo, what have you two learned from one another while writing Niya 1 & 2?
Erotic Bliss: Fabiola has taught me to remember myself. She had taught me to live openly and not to hide so much of who I am. She has taught me that I deserve love and that I should love freely. I always admired that about her. She is so loving, so open about loving, even though she is afraid. I had always let my fears stop me, I am no longer doing that. I love her not only because I am in love with her, but because of the love that she has shown and taught me. She tells me that I am beautiful and talented every day. She taught me that just like Niya, I had to face the fears that were eating me up alive. I thank her, and I am so grateful to have her in my life.

Fabiola Joseph: I do not even know where to start. As I wrote Niya 1 and 2, I found myself pouring the love that I have for Bliss into those pages. Bliss is one of two people who came along and saved me. I had given up on so much before her. She renewed my faith in life and in people. My heart beats to the sound of a new drum. That drum, that rhythm, is Bliss. Our journey has just begun, as writers, and friends, but she enriches my life on a daily basis Like Niya and Jamilla, like the words that stain the pages of Niya 1 and 2, like the love that is felt as you read these words, it was all just meant to be, and I love her. 

 My Urban Books: Ok ladies and gentlemen I think the best way to end this interview is with an expert from the anticipated novel of the year and cover, Niya 2!

Niya 2… Dreamer’s Paradise Excerpt (Unedited Version)


Silence carved through the air like a newly sharpened knife as we walked back to our building. Jamilla had just made a promise to me that I prayed she would keep. There was nothing binding us in Brooklyn. Her family was shit and as for me, the only person I had to worry about was my granny. The night’s events played over in my head as if it were a film. Jamilla’s stepfather was the second person I didn’t kill that night and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. Both he and Roxie deserved to eat dirt, to waste away and be considered casualties of the mean streets of Brooklyn. Although Roxie had met her maker, it wasn’t by my hands, as it should have been.
          “Niya… NIYA?”
I wasn’t sure how long Jamilla had been calling my name but I really hadn’t heard her until she yelled.

          “What’s up boo?”
We were in the entrance of our building when I took her hand. Something in her eyes was different though. She seemed guarded, and fearful of my touch. I felt it the minute our hands touched.
          “We need to talk. I would say let’s go back to your place but Smiley is sleeping. I just… I just… we need---.”
          “Niya, mi amour, where have you been? Mommy's been waiting for you.”
I froze when I heard her voice. It was as if the warm air had turned into a winters chill. I was afraid to turn around. With her, you never knew what you would get. Sure, she never looked right but sometimes, it was worse than others.
          “Is that your mom?”
By the shock that was written all over Jamilla face, I knew that it was going to be bad. Slowly, I turned around to face the person who used to be my mother. The lady before me was dirty, she was too thing, with stringy hair, and she looked sick. The last time I saw her, she wasn’t this bad, but standing there in front of me, she was just a shell of who she used to be.
          “Niya, mi amour, I had an accident, I need a shower, and I’m so hungry honey. Is mama upstairs? Maybe she can make us some nice breakfast, just like she used to.”
My fucking heart was braking. Who was this woman, I asked myself as she got close to me? I looked into her eyes but the glaze from the drugs wouldn’t let me penetrate her fucked up state of mind. As she reached out to me, my first reaction was to pull away. She was just so dirty, and she smelled of shit, but I just couldn’t pull away from her, she was my mother, the woman who birthed me. I let her touch the side of my face and watched her smile before she spoke.
          “You are so cute mi amour, just like your papi. You look just like me but with his eye and lips. Can we go upstairs now?”
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, all I wanted to know was if the woman standing in front of me was really my mother. She used to be so beautiful, she proud. Now, she was just an empty shell. I couldn’t help but stand there and cry.