Wednesday, November 15, 2017

#WriterWednesday with Author Maurice Gray

Today's interview is with the wonderful Author Maurice Gray!! 
Let's see what he has to say!

AT: Where do you live? What’s your town’s claim to fame?
MG: New Castle, Delaware. Delaware is known as “The Home Of Tax-Free Shopping.”😊 If something here costs 0.99 cents, we’re getting a penny back. That messes me up when I travel out of state and have to pay tax on stuff.

AT: Ooooh, I'm so jealous! What genre do you write?
MG: Christian fiction

AT: One of my favorites! Are you a published author or aspiring to be published? If published, how many books are out there with your name on them?
MG: I am the author of three books, To Whom Much Is Given, All Things Work Together and Like A Brother. I’m also in four anthologies, Blessed Assurance, The Soul Of A Man, Home Again: Stories Of Restored Relationships and The Soul Of A Man 2: Make Me Wanna Holler

AT: What inspires you to write?
MG: The question “What if- - -?” I could see a couple arguing off in the distance and wonder what the problem was. I start thinking “what if they’re fighting over X or Y?” Next thing you know, I have the makings of a story.

AT: Yes! Curiosity breeds creativity. Name one book you wish you’d written.
MG: This Present Darkness. Frank Peretti outdid himself with that one. 

AT: The title alone sounds intriguing! What was the last book you read? Did you enjoy it?
MG: The Returning by Rachelle Dekker. It was the final part of a trilogy, and I enjoyed it very much.

AT: You read the coolest-sounding books! Who is your favorite author? Why?
MG: So many to choose from 😊. Patricia Haley-Glass is one who stands out to me. She’s an excellent author, and when I was ready to publish my own work, she answered every question I had about independent publishing.

AT: So cool! Now for the fun questions! You’re a new addition to the crayon box. What color would you be and why?
MG: Mocha Cherry. Mocha because that’s my skin tone and cherry because I’ve always loved the color red. 

AT: Nice! What would your autobiography be called?
MG: I Love To Tell The Story

AT: Nice! Do you believe in love at first sight?
MG: Yes

AT: Awwww, If a genie granted you three wishes, what would they be? (can't ask for more wishes)
MG: Perfect health, a boatload of money and the mental/emotional capacity to make nothing but great decisions

AT: Smart wishes! Are you spring, summer, fall, or winter? Please share why.
MG: Fall. The weather is just as good as it is in spring, but there’s one thing fall has that spring does not- FOOTBALL! (go Eagles!) 

AT: Lol, so I take it you're an Eagles fan, huh? Tea or coffee?
MG: Iced tea

AT: Yummy. Tell us about your most recent/current project.

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Jeremiah McAllister lost his entire family before he turned eighteen, but was blessed with another one. As the oldest of more than a dozen young adults mentored by CC Dawson and her husband Thurman, Jeremiah takes his role as oldest brother within their chosen family seriously. To his siblings, he is confidante, emergency contact, babysitter and family ATM; whatever they need, he provides, no questions asked. However, some among them push his largesse to its limits.

Jenisse Anderson uses Jeremiah as a surrogate man on her arm for social events when she’s between boyfriends and as her personal 911 (she calls him to help her deal with anything she deems an emergency). Despite Jeremiah’s consistently being there for her, she will neither reciprocate nor discuss his feelings for her, or even deal with the issues of her past. 

Erik Dawson (CC and Thurman’s only biological child) is currently estranged from his parents, and uses Jeremiah as a go-between so he knows they’re okay and vice-versa. Jeremiah’s repeated pleas for Erik to go to his parents and reconcile fall on deaf ears. Between Jenisse and Erik and the constant requests from the others, Jeremiah is pulled in too many different directions all at once.
As he reaches his breaking point, Jeremiah finds himself at a crossroads in his life. How can he break out of an emotional prison he didn’t even realize he was in until recently? Can he face his own history in order to embrace a better future?

AT: Sounds so good! How can readers connect with you (share website and any social media links)
MG: Website:

AT: Any final words?
MG: Thanks for having me!

AT: Most welcome!

Monday, November 13, 2017

#MondayMotivation - #quote

"Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish."
- Jean de La Fontaine

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Bow Down and What It Do #Book Spotlight

This is one of my stops during the three day spotlight tour for Bow Down & What It Do by Natalya LaBauve. This virtual book tour is organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours. This tour runs November 8-10, 2017 Follow the tour here.  Book your own tour here WNL

Genre: Young Adult
Book Titles: What It Do & Bow Down

About The Author
Natalya LaBauve was born in Los Angeles, California, and raised in Oakland. She studied at Ohio State University, UC Berkeley Extension, and Laney Community College’s theater program.

LaBauve spent twenty-eight years working for the US Attorney’s office. She has resigned from her work in the federal government to pursue her dream of becoming an author. LaBauve has written five novels about good girls, bad boys, and the love they share.

LaBauve lives in the Bay Area with her two children. She’s hard at work on her next book!

What It Do! For most seventeen year olds, graduating from high school is something to look forward to. But not for Victoria Johnson, who has just learned, two days before graduation, that she has been living a privileged and sheltered life in the gated community of Laketon, with 'adopted' parents. "What It Do", is the story about what life does to a young girl of class and prestige, when her biological mother arrives and wants to spend time with her. The weekend after graduation, Victoria finds herself being driven from the happy world of two story homes with Mercedes Benzes parked out front; to the mean streets of Oakland, where being naive and simple-minded, are just not allowed. With the help of a street wise younger brother; a strong willed little sister, and the admiration of a handsome young street thug, Victoria learns very quickly - What it do!

ISBN-10: 1438915691
ISBN-13: 978-1438915692
Amazon Buy Link:


…When we finally arrived at the concert, I walked in with Ronald and his friends, Pete and Vic.  Rhonda was behind us with Wayne and since I heard music coming from inside the coliseum’s arena, I figured we must have been missing one of the acts.  People were walking around the outer part of the coliseum’s corridor, talking about the act that was on before.  I punched Ronald in the shoulder and said, “see, we missed one of the acts because of you.”

Ronald jumped back.  “Be cool girl.  Don’t be hitting on me!  It ain’t my fault.”

Then from the back of us, Rhonda and Wayne yelled, “yes it is!”

“Just keep walking.”  Ronald directed.  “Let’s find our seats.” 

As we continued walking, suddenly, a crowd started stampeding straight toward us.  Quickly!  I didn’t know what to do.  My heart began pounding.  My neck went stiff.  My body tightened up.  I guess I just panicked.  I didn’t know what was going on.  For some reason I couldn’t move.  I just froze in place.  I heard someone yell, “they fighting!”

My mind quickly saw Faye’s face.  I thought about what Faye said, then I thought, oh no, I’m supposed to be running!

Still unable to move an inch, I looked all around for Ronald or Rhonda.  I must have gone into shock.  Oh my God, where are they?  I didn’t even see Vic or Pete.  Not even Wayne.  But one thing I did see and it was coming right for me, the guys that were fighting. 

I closed my eyes, clinched my fist tightly together and held them as close to my cheeks as I could.  Right when I knew I was about to be run over by the fight, I was grabbed by the arm and firmly placed up against the wall.  Because of the strong snatch, I assumed it was Ronald.  Oh thank God, Ronald.  

I grabbed hold of his arm as tight as I could and with my eyes still closed I started saying my prayers.  “Our father, which art in heaven...”

The heavy voiced asked, “you alright?”

I quickly cut off my prayer.  That didn’t sound like Ronald’s voice.  I slowly opened my eyes to see who it was that I had grabbed on to so tightly.  When I did, I couldn’t believe my eyes.  It was that guy.  That, that, that guy!  For a moment I forgot what was going on around me.  I quickly thought back to the first time I had seen him before.  It was the afternoon after I had first arrived in Oakville.  

I never brought the subject up to Rhonda or Ronald, but every time he would pass by the house, I wished I could have gotten up enough courage to speak to him.  He would stare, even speak, and I’d just freak out.  I’d go run into the house or something, play like I didn’t see him. Rhonda would come chasing behind me, “why you running girl?  He likes you.  You better get with that!”

Just then I heard the smooth midnight voice again, “Hellooooo.  You alright?”

His name was Terrance, I did know that much.  His voice snapped me back into the reality that I was still at the concert.  I hadn’t realized that I had lost all consciousness, I turned and looked at him.  We were standing way too close together.

He searched my eyes.  “Are you okay?”

“I…I…I lost my sister and brother.”  My stomach was nervous.

Still holding my arm, but a lot gentler now, Terrance began looking around the crowd as if he were trying to find them with me. 

He asked, “Ronnie’s your brother right?”

I took a deep breath, exhaled, and then smiled, “yes.” 

Then he appeared to give me a mischievous smile, “I don’t see him.”  He let my arm go.  “But if you want me to, I’ll walk you to your seat.”

An instant hot flash rushed through my body.  What should I say?  But before I could really think it out, my mouth opened.  “That’ll be nice, thanks.”  My sandy brown cheeks turned beet red.

I just wanted to die.  I could not believe I was walking with, as well as talking to, that guy Terrance.  As we continued walking, security passed by with about five young guys that they were escorting out of the concert.

Terrance pulled me close, “be careful.”

 The guys were putting up a fight with the security guards now.

“What happened,” I asked, thinking Terrance might know

Bow Down!   Victoria thought her wedding day would be the happiest moment in her life, but strange coincidences and enigmatic guests hint at a mystery that will reveal distressing secrets about her new marriage and the man she’s given her heart to.

It took some smooth talking, but Victoria’s parents have finally accepted Terrance Seals as their son-in-law. Their summer wedding is beautiful, but Victoria begins to believe that something isn’t quite right. It would be one thing if the only problem were Edward Bordeaux, Victoria’s old beau. Edward’s mere presence might cause Victoria’s whole body to heat up, but she knows she can handle him—even after he coughs loudly when the minister asks if anyone objects to the marriage. The real problem is a strange woman with some connection to Terrance.

When Victoria can’t get answers from her new husband, she turns to her girlfriends—her best friend, Jana; new girl Meagan; and self-professed psychic Jennifer. With their support and encouragement, Victoria starts trying to get to the bottom of Terrance’s strange behavior. With the help of prayers, miraculous coincidences, and even psychic visions, Victoria discovers something unexpected about her husband and their shared future that will change everything.
Coming soon to Amazon


…Jana interrupted them. “So, Vicki, check this out—I got a plan. So, my mom, right, knows this lady. This lady can tell fortunes and put hexes on people and stuff like that. I got her name and number!”
“What! Jana, I’m not doing anything like that. What, a hex on Terrance?”
Meagan chimed in. “I told you that’s totally crazy, Jana.”
“You guys, listen,” Jana said. “Put a hex on the girl! You know, the one who came into your star-studded wedding!”
Victoria laughed. “Jana, no—you are crazy!”
Meagan went into her valley-girl mode. “Isn’t that, like, totally against the law anyway?”
Both Victoria and Jana asked, “What?”
“Like, messing with the flow of the universe or something like that?”
Jana walked over and placed her arm around Meagan’s neck. “Let’s just consider it like we’re making a coincidence happen.”
“Not!” Victoria said. “We are not doing that, Jana. Are you crazy?”
Meagan squinted her right eye and said, “Hmm, now, let’s see. While I’m definitely not into the voodoo thing, I wouldn’t mind seeing if this lady could tell the future thingy.”
Victoria turned to Meagan. “What? Now you?”
“I mean, aren’t you a little curious to see who this girl is?”
“Yeah, but I can ask Terrance! As simple as that, don’t you think?”
Meagan placed her hand on her hip. “And you think he’s going to tell you? So let me get this right: you think Mr. Street Guy is going to tell you the truth?”
“Yes, ‘Daddy,’ I do!”
Just then, Victoria’s father entered the garage and caught the girls off guard. “You do what?”
They all jumped.
Victoria stuttered, “Oh, D-d-d-daddy! I didn’t know you were standing there.”
Jana spoke up quickly. “Mr. J., you scared us!”
Meagan was quick and to the point. “Hi.”
Victoria’s father looked at each of the girls. “Let me know when you girls are done in here. I need to finish.”
Jana wanted to get out. “Oh, we’re all done.”
But Victoria could tell her father was still being stubborn. He wanted her out of the way so he could finish getting rid of her stuff. “No, not yet.” Victoria’s voice was stern. “In a minute, we’ll be finished.” She and her father stared at each other. He turned and walked back into the house. When he was out of sight, Victoria stared into the distance and asked, “So, Jana, how do we get in touch with this psychic?”
Meagan was shocked. “Victoria, are you serious?”
“Not about the casting spells part, but yeah, I want to know who this girl is.”
Meagan placed strings of her hair behind her ears. “But I thought you said you would just ask him.”
“You said yourself he won’t tell me.”
“I know but…I guess. Oh, no, I don’t know what I think.” Meagan turned to Jana. “Jana, do something! Talk some sense into her.”
Jana stepped near Victoria to whisper, “So, Vicki, only thing.” Jana looked around to make sure Victoria’s dad was not in earshot. “We need to kinda go and find this lady. I have her address but not the telephone number, and I cannot ask my mom for the number.”
“Yeah, okay, so?”
           “So she lives in the Ville.”

Tour hosted by Write Now Literary

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

#WriterWednesday with Author Venita Alderman Sadler

Today's author interview is with the lovely Venita Alderman Sadler. Scroll down and get the scoop!!

AT: Where do you live? 
VAS: Wake Forest, NC…. Originally from New Brunswick/Somerset, NJ

AT: Okay, what genre do you write? 
VAS: A Family of Secrets is Fiction: Drama and Mystery 

AT: I love a good mystery! Are you a published author or aspiring to be published? If published, how many books are out there with your name on them? 
VAS: I’m published. I have one full length novel, A Family of Secrets. 3 journals; A Bitter to Better Journey, A Pieces to Peace Journey and From Gloom to Gleeful Journey. I’m in 3 anthologies Daddy’s Girl in Turning Trials into Triumphs, Sister Grinch in All I Want for Christmas and Online Secrets in The Ex-Chronicles. 

AT: Awesome! What inspires you to write? 
VAS: I’m inspired by my family and friends. Music and poetry inspires me. I’ll throw in nature also, the flowers, trees and looking at the clouds. 

AT: Same for me! Name one book you wish you’d written. 
VAS: The first thing that came to mind was the dictionary. If only I knew every word in there.

AT: I like the way you think! What was the last book you read? Did you enjoy it? 
VAS: Quagmire from Brian W Smith; it was my book club's June pick. Yes, I enjoyed the book. 

AT: Oh, I love his work! Who is your favorite author? Why? 
VAS: I have a few favorite authors. One of them is Jacquelin Thomas. I love the way her characters and the story line mesh together. Her latest book, Legacy, is a historical fiction book and when you read about the characters and the timeline, you’ll see what I mean. It’s a great book! 

AT: Definitely going to check that one out! Now for the fun questions! You’re a new addition to the crayon box. What color would you be and why? 
VAS: Olive. Because I like all shades of Green. 

AT: Nice! What would your autobiography be called? 
VAS: The woman whose Creativity was Unleashed.

AT: LOVE it! Do you believe in love at first sight? 
VAS: Yes, I fell in love with each of my kids as soon as I laid eyes on them. 

AT: Awwwwww! If a genie granted you three wishes, what would they be? (can't ask for more wishes) 
VAS: For my kids to remain; healthy, happy and positive productive individuals. 

AT: Beautiful! Are you spring, summer, fall, or winter? Please share why. 
VAS: Fall. I like the changes you see during the transition. The chill in the air, the colors of the leaves. 

AT: Yeahm I'm a fan of fall, too. Tea or coffee? 

AT: No ambiguity there, huh? LOL. Tell us about your most recent/current project.  
VAS: Here's an excerpt from A Family of Secrets. I’ll share the Prologue… 

“Aauugh,” he screamed in agony.

“Shut up, you…” Possum yelled. “You lying, cheating, trifling, disgusting, ughhh...” 

Possum looked at her brand-new Magnum Bronze, Desert Eagle and decided to send two shots in his calves.

“Aauugh, why are you doing this to me?” Malik cried out in between grunts.
Possum could barely see her husband because of the tears in her eyes.

“Why? Did you just ask me why? You always did ask stupid questions.” She let off another shot while yelling “I hate you!”

She didn’t know how much more he was going to be able to take. She’d already put one in his thigh, one in each calf, and one in each arm. She watched as he bled out, screaming the whole time.   Then she began to wonder how she was going to clean up once it was done. 

She shook the thought away once she remembered all the crap he put her through. She stuffed his mouth with three-one thousand dollar bills that she took from his safety deposit box; each bill represented the next three victims. He groaned, prompting her to, stuff more hundred dollar bills in his mouth. She shot him one last time in the stomach.

“Die slow. You deserve it,” she said calmly before grabbing a chocolate chip cookie off the counter and walking out the door.

Possum never even realized that she was being watched the entire time. 

AT: Oh, dang! Now, that's an excerpt! How can readers connect with you?

AT: Any final words? 
VAS: Thank you for allowing me to participate on your Blog. 

AT: It was my pleasure!

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

#WriterWednesday with Author DINA

Today's #WriterWednesday interview is with Author DINA. Let's learn all about her!!

AT: Where do you live? What’s your town’s claim to fame?
D: I live in Tampa, Florida; I was born and raised in Miami.

AT: What genre do you write?
D: Primarily, I write Christian/Inspirational Crime Fiction; however, I’ve written an autobiography and a book on Organizing.

AT: Wow, talk about diverse! Are you a published author or aspiring to be published? If published, how many books are out there with your name on them?
My books are published under Ink Trails Publishing. So far, I’ve published five books:
1. Rewriting My Story (Bitter Root Series)
2. The Rage Within (Bitter Root Series)
3. Behind the Mask (Bitter Root Series)
4. Lost and Found
5. Out of Order: A Practical Guide to Organization

AT: I've head the pleasure of reading some of your work! What inspires you to write?
D: Normally, I’d say “everything,” but as of late, the memory of my mother has encouraged me. She was such a great supporter of my work.  When she passed away earlier this year, there was a piece of me that went with her. I’d lost my inspiration. But now, the memories of her smile whenever I released a new book push me to continue in my path as a writer.

AT: That's beautiful! Name one book you wish you’d written.
D: Anything by Brenda Jackson.

AT: Good choice. After all, she is the queen. What was the last book you read? Did you enjoy it?
D: The last book I read was Developing the Leader Within You by John C. Maxwell. Everyone should read this book at least twice!

AT: Will definitely check it out! Who is your favorite author? Why?
D: It is hard to narrow this list down to one, so I’ll be a little vain and state that my favorite author is DINA! I think my stories are riveting, inspiring, and take my readers on a ride that is sure to have them wanting more.

AT: Nothing wrong with loving your own work! Now for the fun questions! You’re a new addition to the crayon box. What color would you be and why?
D: I’d be “flame-of-burnt-brandy” which was actually a color in 1821. It’s a mixture of lavender grey, pale yellow and dark lilac. The complexity of this color beautifully reflects my personality – a little dark, a little bright, and a whole lot of fun!

AT: Wow, so cool! What would your autobiography be called?
D: Although I’ve already written my autobiography, if I were to write a part two, it’s be titled What Just Happened!

AT: Nice! Do you believe in love at first sight?
D: No, but I sure do believe in lust at first sight.

AT: Lol, if a genie granted you three wishes, what would they be? (can't ask for more wishes)
D: 1. To be on the NY Time Best Seller’s list  2. Marry the one I love
3. To be prosperous

AT: Nice wishes! Are you spring, summer, fall, or winter? Please share why.
D: I’m spring. I consider this season to be the neutral one – neither hot nor cold. It also has a great deal of personality as it is filled with bright colors and life. 

AT: I'm a fan of spring, too! Tea or coffee?
D: Coffee

AT: Tell us about your most recent/current project.
D: Currently, I am writing what I believe will be the final book in the Bitter Root Series titled Londyn’s Fall: The Mask. Betrayal. Redemption. It’s a continuation of The Rage Within and Behind the Mask. Here’s snippet from Behind the Mask:

“Excuse me, Miss. You’ve dropped your handkerchief.” Londyn felt a tap on her left shoulder as the stranger with the smooth Texas drawl tried to get her attention. “Ma’am, here you go,” he continued, with a smirk plastered on his face.

He’s handsome, she thought. He stood out with this dark blue jean pants, a white collared shirt, designer boots, and a black jacket. But what made him stand out most was his Stetson hat.  This is a formal event!

“Thank you, sir,” she politely responded.

He then tilted his hat as a sign of acknowledgment of her genteel response. As she turned to leave, he offered her his hand. “I’m Keith Bentley. And you are?”

His name is just as appealing as his looks. “I’m Londyn, daughter of the bride,” she giggled.

“Well, congratulations. Your mother looks happy and lovely, but not as lovely as you.”

There was something about the way he said “you” that sounded eerily familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. It didn’t matter. Londyn had no desire to get involved with anyone. Four years ago, she was brutally raped multiple times by the madman rightfully named Crazy Bill. She was eventually rescued, only to be told that she was pregnant and had to be treated for Chlamydia. Although she lost the baby, just the mere thought of once having the seed of that barbaric creature inside of her gave her chills. She wasn’t an advocate for abortions, but she had to admit she was happy that it didn’t survive. The result of this tragic period of her life caused her to go into a deep depression, but accidentally murdering her father sent her over the deep end. She didn’t mean to shoot him; the bullet had been reserved for the Angelica, her half-sister. But her father jumped in front of her, saving her life. Thankfully, her mother sent her to a secluded psychiatric oasis that helped her with the healing process. Also, with the love and support of her family, she’s gotten herself together.

Now, four years later, she owned her own fashion line, which was doing quite well. She’d also started a nonprofit organization providing support to survivors of sexual crimes. With her life in order, Londyn was a bit more open-minded about relationships general, but perhaps love was meant for everyone else – not her. Her brother, DJ, seemed to be happy with his wife of two years, Aleena. Even her mother had found love again. Although Nate was twenty-plus years younger than her mother, it was obvious that he worshiped the ground she walked on. Londyn just wished her brother could be supportive. His refusal to walk his mother down the aisle or sit with the family was proof of his unwillingness to support this union. Oh, well… that’s his problem. If her mother was happy, then so was she. Londyn believed that it was time her mother experienced true happiness.

“Hello, Earth to Londyn.”

Londyn’s face grew warm as she realized that Keith was asking her a question. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

He removed his hat and looked at her intently. “I asked if you’d do me the honor of dancing with me.”

My Lord, he looks good with or without the hat. But without the hat, she noticed his darting eyes. They were beautiful, intense, and…familiar.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” The question came out before she knew it.

He lifted his eyebrows clearly indicating his surprise by her forwardness. “I don’t believe so, darling. I don’t think I could ever forget such a beautiful face, if we had met before.”

Londyn turned crimson red as a result of the compliment. It was obvious to her and this stranger that she was attracted to him and enjoyed the compliments he willingly offered. Instead of retreating like she had done in the past, she decided to do the one thing she wanted to do with him – dance. “Mr...?”

“Keith. Call me Keith.”

“Keith, it would be an honor to dance with you.”

With a slower drawl, he replied, “Ma’am, the honor is all mine.”

AT: How can readers connect with you?
D: Readers are welcomed to visit my website, or follow me in instagram, twitter, and facebook at worksbydina.

AT: Any final words?
D: My purpose in life is to uplift, inspire, and empower everyone I come in contact with. Whether it’s via my books, workshops, personal conversations, etcetera, I hope that I will make a positive impact in the lives of others. I challenge you to do the same. 

AT: I love it!!

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

#WriterWednesday with Author Sonia Johnston

Today's interview is with Author Sonia Johnston. Let's see what she has to share with us!!

AT: Where do you live? What’s your town’s claim to fame?
SJ: I live in Richmond, Virginia. I believe we’re known for having a lot of restaurants and grocery stores.

AT: Nothing wrong with being known for that! What genre do you write?
SJ: Fiction. Women’s fiction to be exact. 

AT: One of my favorite genres! Are you a published author or aspiring to be published? If published, how many books are out there with your name on them?
SJ: I have two short stories published in two Brown Girls Books anthologies. My first shorty story, Hundred Dollar Money is featured in Single Mama Dating Drama. The other short story is Home for Christmas featured in All I Want for Christmas. I am currently working on a full length novel.

AT: Loving your story titles! What inspires you to write?
SJ: My imagination. Mostly anything. I don’t need a reason. I can’t help it. 

AT: A born writer, eh? Name one book you wish you’d written.
SJ: There are so many, but I’ll go with something epic like, The Women of Brewster Place by Gloria Naylor.

AT: Excellent choice! What was the last book you read? Did you enjoy it?
SJ: The last book that I’ve read and finished is Lust by Victoria Christopher Murray. Loved it. I’m currently reading And Then There Was Me by Sadeqa Johnson and I’m loving it as well. 

AT: I've heard good things about both books! Who is your favorite author? Why?
SJ: There are so many, but I’d have to say Terry McMillan just for initial inspiration. I’d been an avid reader and writer all of my life, but I went through a phase where I wasn’t reading as much. Then a friend gave me Mama and Disappearing Acts for a birthday gift. Those two books reignited a spark and I was back in action with both reading and writing ever since. 

AT: Yes! I'm a huge fan of hers! Now for the fun questions! You’re a new addition to the crayon box. What color would you be and why?
SJ: A shimmery fuchsia combination that I’d call Fairy Dust. Because fuchsia is my favorite color and I live and breathe for a good sparkle.

AT: Love it! What would your autobiography be called?
SJ: Almost There

AT: Nice! Do you believe in love at first sight?
SJ: Absolutely!

AT: If a genie granted you three wishes, what would they be? (can't ask for more wishes)
SJ: Health, happiness, and a billion dollars. Please and thanks. 

AT: Great wishes! Are you spring, summer, fall, or winter? Please share why.
SJ: I wish I was something seductive like summer or fall, but I am definitely perky spring.

AT: Tea or coffee?
SJ: Coffee!

AT: Tell us about your most recent/current project.
SJ: While I’m deep in the throes of revising my first novel, please check out one or both of my short stories in Single Mama Dating Drama or All I Want for Christmas. 

Praise for Hundred Dollar Money: “Hundred Dollar Money had me in stitches with her main character’s self talk alone.” 

Praise for Home for Christmas: “Home for Christmas had me at the very first sentence.”

AT: How can readers connect with you?
SJ: My website is and I’m on Facebook and Instagram as sonialovestowrite. Twitter: sonias_pov

AT: Any final words?
SJ: Thank you so much for the opportunity! Loved the interview, especially the fun questions. To the readers, please connect with me on social media and be on the lookout for my novel coming soon!