Friday, April 17, 2015

Under Covers Virtual Tour

Author Bio
Rhonda Bowen knew she would be a writer as early as eighth grade when she wrote her first
novel with a classmate in a dollar notebook. While waiting for the day to come she completed a
degree in Communications and spent a few years working in Public Relations and Event
Planning. Throughout this time however, her desire to write stayed alive. She eventually
completed her first novel, Man Enough for Me, which was released under Kensington Books’
Dafina imprint in February 2011.
Several years, a stint in Asia and a career change to youth work finds her still writing. She has
written four romance novels and her books have been featured in PUBLISHERS WEEKLY and
LIBRARY JOURNAL. Her latest novel Under Covers was released March 16, 2015. She writes
about the themes of Real Life, Real Love and Real Faith, weaving stories about strong women
who must deal with life and love without losing themselves. Sometimes they succeed, other
times they make a mess of things while trying.
When not writing or being schooled on what’s current by the youth she works with, she enjoys
chilling with her family, trying on shoes she can’t afford, bargain hunting online on Asian clothes
websites and enjoying the great outdoors. Visit her online at , or drop her a note at
About The book
Synopsis /Excerpts
Naomi Savoy is five days away from marrying Jordan Lennox, the man of her dreams, when she
is faced with her worst nightmare. Her sister is missing. When her search for her sister sets her on
a path into her past, she is forced to ask for help from the last person on earth she ever wished to
see again - Garth Duhaney - a man she has both loved and hated for most of her life and whose
power over her she has never been able to break.
Jordan Lennox knows his wife-to-be is hiding things in her past. But his love for her keeps him
believing that one day she will come clean. But when the secrets force him on a trip across the
ocean only days before their wedding, he begins to question whether love is really enough.
Will love keep them together or will it all fall apart when everything is uncovered?

Under Covers Excerpts:
Excerpt 1:
The first sign was the milk. The glass bottle hit the ground as soon as she opened
the fridge door. It shattered into a thousand pieces. Naomi’s body went still. She watched
the white fluid seep through her toes and spread across the floor while the feeling of
dread seeped over her stomach.
Her mother always had a thing about milk. She said the milk had been sour the
morning Naomi’s grandfather died. The creamer had leaked all over the fridge the day
her cousin, Marika, lost her baby. And even Naomi, who was usually the more practical
one, couldn’t forget the fly she found floating peacefully in the saucer of white liquid the
night before she lost her job at Whisper. Bad milk was a bad sign – especially the week of
your wedding.

Excerpt 2
She slipped out of the office and down the corridor to her own space. Jordan must
have heard her voice. He leaned lazily against the door frame, looking better in a collared
shirt and jeans than the photo-shopped image of a bare-chested J. Cole that she had seen
just moments earlier. Naomi felt the heat begin at her toes and travel all the way through
her as their eyes locked.
How had she gotten this lucky?
“Good morning, Red.” His eyes devoured her as the distance closed between
“Good morning.”
He pulled her into his arms. Naomi sank into him willingly as he parted her
smiling lips with his.
“Babe, the whole office can see us,” she murmured against his delicious mouth.
“Good.” He kissed her again. “Let them see what Black love looks like.”

Excerpt 3
Naomi rolled her luggage behind her as she headed to check-in for her flight.
“Natasha, you’re making way too big a deal about this,” Naomi tried to sound
rational. “The way I see it, I’ll be in Port of Spain by midday, sort this crap out in twenty
four hours and be back by Thursday night, three whole days before the wedding.”
“And how exactly do you plan to find your sister whom you didn’t even know
was going to Trinidad and has a twenty-four hour head start on you?” Natasha’s heels
clicked as she walked along behind Naomi. “I know Trinidad is small, but it’s still more
than 5000 square miles with over a million people. You got some special resources I
don’t know about?”
Naomi wrinkled her nose but didn’t look at her friend. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Natasha echoed. “Like wha...”
Natasha grabbed Naomi’s arm so suddenly, she nearly fell on her behind. But
before Naomi could protest, Natasha had whirled her around to face her.
“Naomi, please tell me you didn’t....”
Naomi couldn’t hold her friend’s intense gaze. “I had to...”
“Oh my God...” Natasha seemed to lose her strength as she sat down hard on
Naomi’s suitcase.
“He’s a police officer, a Sergeant,” Naomi protested. “He can help me find her...”
“He can lead you off a freakin’ cliff,” Natasha hissed. She stared incredulously at
her friend. “Are you seriously this dense that you would even consider having anything to
do with that man again?”
“’Tasha, he’s not that bad....”
“Not that bad?” Natasha screeched. “Have you lost your long term memory? Do
you remember what happened ten months ago? I almost lost you!”
“That wasn’t his fault....”
“It was completely his fault...”
“But things are different now,” Naomi protested.
“They always end up the same when he is around,” Natasha argued. “It was like
that in college, and it was like that last year when he came to visit.”
“But I am different now,” Naomi insisted. “I am not that girl anymore.”
Natasha shook her head. She dug into her purse. “I can’t deal with this. You want
to pour your life down the drain again fine, but someone else will have to supervise it.”
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed. “I don’t have the energy to watch you do
that to yourself again. I’m calling Jordan.”

Excerpt 4
His voice was rough. It hit Naomi like the bark of a tree against her bare back.
When she turned to look at him, she found that he looked just as wild, the uniform and all
it represented did nothing to tame him. Dark eyes, the color of coffee, stood out against
nutmeg toned skin. Naomi had thought that officers were required to be clean shaven, but
with the deep shadow on his square jawline, Naomi saw that Garth still broke the rules.
But the scruffiness didn’t take away from him at all. He was still as handsome as she
remembered. That never changed.
“Garth, wow, a uniform,” Latoya said dryly. “Never seen you in one of those
before. Does it help you remember that you’re a cop?”
“Nice to see you too, Toya.” His tone was dismissive, partly because there was no
love lost between the two of them, but mostly because he was too busy staring Naomi
down. And as she stared right back without flinching, Naomi suddenly knew exactly why
Natasha and Latoya were concerned. Truthfully, they had every right to be.
Waves of hot and cold rushed over her. Her mouth felt dry. Naomi was sure that
at any moment she would start shaking.
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Sunday, October 19, 2014

And Then There Were None Blog Tour

Clay Thomas Williams started writing at an early age. It was a form of expression for her. She started with poetry, and then joined a songwriting team, and became a member of the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers (ASCAP) and the writer’s café.org.  Clay Thomas Williams has been a fan of the literary arts for quite some time. It was a natural progression to pen a novel. After continued prodding from her Publisher, Upnext Media Group, And Then There Were None became a reality. As Clay explores her imagination, her goal is to entertain the world one book at a time!
Additionally, Clay Thomas Williams has a B.S. in Criminal Justice is a Certified Alcohol and Substance Abuse Counseler. She is a freelancer, writer and copy editor for an exciting nationwide informative motorcycle magazine; IRIDE magazine based out of North Carolina.
Clay Thomas Williams lives by the philosophy that every bit of fiction has a hint of the truth, and life experiences good or bad, create and shape the beautiful, brilliant woman she is. She resides in North Carolina with her family.

After a few short years, Octavia finds herself in a loveless marriage. Octavia doesn’t have the courage to tell her husband Calvin the truth, so she does nothing except continue an affair with a former lover, Lynwood. Can you imagine being so full of yourself, that you ignore the obvious. You’re so busy doing your own dirt that you fail to see what’s right under your nose. What could possibly go wrong when you think you got game? What part of the game is it when game doesn’t recognize game? What happens when you turn a good man into something you never thought he could become? All is not quite what it seems because unbeknownst to Octavia, Calvin has some lies of his own and so does Lynwood.
Octavia’s selfish behavior was full of lies and deceit causing her life to spiral out of control until she crashed and burned costing her everything. She gambled with love and lost totally destroying her life as she once knew it. Octavia thought she had it all; beauty, two loves, and a promising career. And in the end she ends up with nothing. The thing about Lies is they always have a way of finding you like a GPS tracking system. Karma is a mu’fucka, and has no expiration date.

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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

The Wedding Blog Tour

Butterfly Book Promotions Presents…
The Wedding Blog Tour

Camille Anderson has been dreaming about her wedding with Trevor Williams since she first laid eyes on him in her driveway 18 years ago. Now that her dream is coming true, she doesn’t want anything to interfere with her special day. But when issues surrounding her parents, an office scandal and Trevor’s nosy cousin come into play, Camille wonders if her dream day will go up in smoke. 

Trevor Williams doesn’t want anything to go wrong with his wedding with Camille. He wants to do everything perfectly; but when he is faced with an important decision, he soon realizes that not everything in life will be the way he wants it. 

With the issues that are surrounding them, they soon have to re-evaluate the love they have for each other and most importantly, the friendship they deeply cherish. 


Chapter 1: Camille

August, 1996
“Camille, you better get a move on! Tia will be here any minute!”
I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling at my mom yelling in the hallway. I knew Tia was on her way over. She called five minutes ago letting me know she was.
“I know, Mom! I’m trying to find my sandals!” I yelled back.
The two of us, along with her mom, were heading to the mall to buy new clothes for school.  Since a new school year was starting soon, my parents gave me some spending money to shop. Normally, my mom would take me, but since she had a huge project for her job, she asked Mrs. Simmons if I could tag along with her and Tia. I think she really wanted her as reinforcement to see what types of outfits I would pick out so Mrs. Simmons could report back to her.
After searching through my room for a good 10 minutes, I was finally able to find my tan sandals. I slipped them on, looking at myself in the full-length mirror. I couldn’t believe in a matter of days, I would be heading to eighth grade.  This time next year, I would be in ninth grade. I couldn’t believe it! I wish this year would just hurry up so I could start my journey in high school.
I looked at the green dress I was wearing, wondering why I chose such a hideous color. I hated anything green, so I didn't know why I bought it. I guess because I loved the dress so much. I spun around, letting the full skirt twirl and did another inspection of my appearance. I sighed, grabbed my purse and went downstairs.  Once I got down there, I went into the kitchen and took an apple from the fruit bowl. My mom looked at me as she stuffed a couple of papers into her briefcase.
“Took you long enough. What were you doing up there?”
“I had to make myself even more beautiful. You didn’t want me going out of the house dressed any kind of way, did you?”
My mom smiled and put her glasses on. “Of course not. If you did, I wouldn’t let you leave. Now, I trust you to pick out appropriate clothing for school, okay?”
“Of course, Mom. See you later. I love you,” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before heading out the door.
I went towards the driveway, taking in how beautiful the day looked. The only thing that would make this day better was a breeze or two coming in. Hopefully, Tia and her mom would arrive soon because heat and I definitely did not mix.
I continued standing outside when I noticed a tan Suburban pulling into the driveway next door. I stared intensely at the vehicle, curious to see who my new neighbors were. The SUV had been coming back and forth to the house since this morning, along with moving vans and loud noises that woke me up from my peaceful sleep. Whoever it was probably wouldn’t peak my interest anyway. It was probably some older couple who I would never see because they never left the house.
I started to become impatient waiting on Tia. I stood on the heel of my sandals, rocking myself back and forth. I looked over at the house again, and my entire body stiffened. My breath was caught in my throat as I stared at the guy stepping out of the Suburban. He was absolutely gorgeous! I checked out his appearance from head to toe: ivory-colored skin that looked so smooth, jet-black hair that was wavy and looked shiny in the sunlight. And the best part – he was wearing the jersey of my favorite player from the ouHouston Rockets, Hakeem Olajuwon.
He looked over in my direction with a bright smile that showed his pearly white teeth.  His smile alone made me melt.
He turned around and looked at an older man, which, from the similar features, I assumed was his father. He smiled at him, then walked my way. I suddenly became nervous and wiped my sweaty palms onto my dress. Hopefully, I didn’t leave any stains.
“Hi,” he said once he approached me.
“Hi,” I said shyly, wiping my hands on my dress again.
“I noticed you've been staring at us from the time we pulled up to now, so I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Trevor Williams,” he said, offering his hand.
 I smiled and put my hand in his, giving a firm shake as I stared into his brown eyes. Even his eyes were dreamy.
“Camille Anderson. I guess we’re neighbors,” I replied. Then I thought that was the dumbest thing ever to say. Of course we’re neighbors; I didn’t have to remind him of that.
“Yeah, I guess we are. So, do you usually stand outside and keep a watch on the neighbors?”
I blushed and realized I probably had been staring at him for a long period of time. I guess I couldn’t help it.
“I’m waiting on my friend and her mom. We’re heading to the mall for school shopping.”
“Cool, there’s a mall nearby. Well, I will definitely have to ask to tag along one day, if you’re interested.”
Definitely, I thought. “So where are you moving from?”
“Across town. My dad just got a manager’s position with Cadwell Bank, and since it’s in this area, he wanted to be closer, so here we are.”
“Cool. Well, welcome to the neighborhood.”
“Thanks. So, what school do you go to?” Trevor asked.
“That’s where I’m going. I guess it makes sense since it’s in the neighborhood. What grade are you in?”
“Same here. Maybe we’ll have some classes together,” he replied.
“That would be great,” I said with a bright smile while looking at his jersey.
“So, I see you’re a Rockets fan.” 
“Of course! I am from Houston, so why wouldn’t I be?”
“There are a lot of people who live in Houston and like sports teams from other cities.”
“I guess that’s true. I know this may be a dumb question to ask, but do you like video games?”
I rolled my eyes at him and smiled. “Why because I’m a girl?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Don’t let the girly exterior fool you. I play them every once in awhile. In fact, I just finished playing Tekken 2 yesterday.”
“Really? I’m playing that game now.”
Before I could say anything else, Tia’s mom pulled up. Tia stuck her head out of the passenger side window with a surprised look.
“Hey, Camille. Who’s the cutie?”
I blushed again, and Trevor gave a huge smile.
“Tia Marie Simmons! Get your head back into the car!” Mrs. Simmons yelled.
“Well, I guess that’s my cue to leave. It was nice to meet you, Camille. I’m pretty sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”
“Yeah. I’m counting on it.”
Trevor smiled as he looked at me one last time before heading back to his house.
I let out my breath, finally able to breathe again.  Hopefully, I'd get the chance to talk to him again.

Sheena Binkley first discovered her love for storytelling when writing her first story for a class project at the tender age of nine. Since then, she has composed several short stories and numerous tales that are not only engaging, but simply entertaining. She is also a freelance writer, penning articles on various topics including education and entertainment. Besides writing, she loves reading, shopping, and spending time with family and friends. She lives in Houston (where the weather is always unpredictable) with her husband and son.