Nothing Can Come Between Us by Cherlina Works on #Kindle July 1st #PassionateSpot

TAMIKA_NOTHINGCANCOMEOn eBooks July 1st

Based on lust and hate, Nothing Can Come Between Us is a page-turning drama laced with sex, drugs, money, and betrayal. After she suffers a broken heart, an evil persona emerges in the beautiful and sexy MeKeisha. Becoming unstable, MeKeisha develops an unhealthy obsession with her naïve best friend’s boyfriend. When a crisis occurs, MeKeisha uses the opportunity to commit the ultimate betrayal, going on a path of backstabbing, deceit, and stopping at nothing to get what she wants.   Seeing her childhood friends, Sha’Lena and Dominique, achieve their dreams of musical stardom, adds fuel to the fire and MeKeisha’s jealousy soon boils over.  One girl’s life will be tragically cut short. Will they find the courage to end this deadly friendship, or will MeKeisha get caught in her own web of deception?

Excerpt:

MeKeisha

The night we spent at Dominique’s house was restless. I was glad when morning came. I decided to get up early and make breakfast for everyone. After doing my morning routine, I made pancakes, eggs, and bacon. De’Andre was the first to arrive in the kitchen.

“Hey, MeKeisha. Good morning. Thanks for making breakfast.” De’Andre gave me a friendly hug. “I’m pretty sure Dominique won’t be in the mood to make it.”

I held on to De’Andre tightly, giving him plenty of opportunity to look at my cleavage. He backed away abruptly. I stepped up to him and began whispering.

“Don’t worry. Sha’Lena and Dominique are still asleep. I won’t tell either one of them.” He looked at me like I had crawled from under a rock.

“What’s the matter with you, MeKeisha? You know Sha’Lena’s my girl.”

“I know that Sha’Lena’s your girl. But that doesn’t mean we can’t snuggle up together. I’m still feeling anxious after listening to Jordon’s message over the answering machine.”

De’Andre returned my embrace. I slipped my hands under his pajamas and rubbed his chest. This felt better than being in LaMar’s arms.   We made eye contact.

“We better stop before Sha’Lena and Dominique wake up”.

“Stop what? We haven’t done anything. Yet. Let’s finish later on when we don’t have to worry about being interrupted.”

We heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Dominique was the first to arrive into the kitchen, followed by Sha’Lena and, Dominique and De’Andre’s mother, Katherine Stephens, preventing De’Andre from answering.

“Good morning, everybody. It was so nice of you to make breakfast for everyone, MeKeisha.”

Ms. Stephens tried to smile, but I could tell her heart wasn’t in it. Jordon’s harassment of Dominique was stressing her out too. My heart went out to her. I was actually surprised about that. Maybe the seriousness of the situation was beginning to sink in.

Except for saying grace, we all ate in silence. My mind went back to De’Andre. Wondering about later on………

“You all go ahead, finish getting ready for school. Don’t worry about the breakfast dishes. I’ll do that”, said Katherine Stephens. She had the same golden complexion Dominique had, and was just as lovely.

Then the phone rang.

“Just let the answering machine pick up, just in case it’s Jordon,” Katherine said.

It was Jordon. His voice was a deadly monotone when he asked about Dominique’s whereabouts.

“You only have four days left. I won’t let you have a life without me in it.”

“That’s it! I’m taking care of Jordon myself. We don’t need the police.” De’Andre grabbed his jacket and was about to storm out the door. Ms. Stephens grabbed him by the shoulders.

“No, De’Andre. Let the police take care of it. Will you promise me that?” He hesitated.

“O.K., for now. But I ain’t letting nothing happen to Dominique. They better hurry up and do something before I do.”

“Look, De’Andre. You’re going to college and you have a good chance of winning a scholarship. You have an opportunity that not many African-American males have. I’m not going to let you throw it away just to get revenge on Jordon.”

“I understand, Momma. But I can’t take this much longer.”

“I know how you feel, De’Andre. This is going to be over soon. Jordon isn’t crazy enough to violate that restraining order. Dominique, are you sure you’re up to going to school today?”

“Sure, Momma. I’m not going to let Jordon make me a prisoner in my own home. C’mon, let’s go before we miss the bus.” Dominique managed a half-hearted smile. Sha’Lena and Dominique embraced briefly.

“Oh, wait a minute. I forgot my calculus book. De’Andre, have you seen it?”

“Yeah, it’s upstairs in my room. I’ll go get it”.   Dominique followed De’Andre.

“Are you out of your mind?” De’Andre was startled by Dominique’s voice behind him.

“What are you talking about, Dominique?”

“You know what I’m talking about. I saw you and MeKeisha in the kitchen. What if

Sha’Lena had come into the kitchen and saw you two together?”

“It’s not what you think, Dominique. ‘Keisha just wanted me to comfort her. She’s worried about Jordon doing something to you. Just like I am.”

“You two are planning on getting together later on. I heard the whole thing. You better not break Sha’Lena’s heart. Let’s go on and catch the bus. We’ll talk about this later on.”

“Ain’t nothing to talk about. I ain’t planning on getting with MeKeisha.”

“You better not be. Let’s go and catch the bus.” Dominique and De’Andre walked down the stairs. Dominique looked at me as if she wanted to lecture me about something. Whatever. I’ve had it. I’m not putting up with that anymore. She better not say anything to me. We all said goodbye to Ms. Stephens and walked out the door.

We all walked in silence. De’Andre was holding Sha’Lena’s hand. I watched silently. He may have been holding Sha’Lena’s hand, but I’m pretty sure he was thinking about our embrace.

When we arrived at school, I saw LaMar pull into the school’s parking lot in a burgundy Monte Carlo with gold rims. A classic “dopemoble”. He wasn’t alone. Brianna was with him. So, Mr. Hampton gives his ex-girlfriend a ride and makes me catch the bus. Well, that was the last straw.

“Are you O.K., MeKeisha?” asked Sha’Lena, noticing that LaMar was walking with Brianna.

“Sure, I’m O.K.” I’ll be better than O.K. when I’m in bed with De’Andre. “I’ll be seeing you guys at lunch time.” Everyone went their separate ways. I decided to go into the school’s library to avoid running into LaMar. But my plan didn’t work. As I was about to enter the school’s library, I heard LaMar’s voice from behind.

“I want that stuff back, MeKeisha.”

“What stuff?”

“That stuff I gave you when you were over my house. I need it back. I’m in trouble. I never meant to give you that. I only meant for you to have the weed.”

“You’re in trouble alright. Why do you keep dissing me for Brianna?

“Brianna is my girlfriend. I’m not with you anymore.” LaMar’s voice was as cold as ice. It was as though he’d slapped me.

“You’re gonna dump me for that plain-ass Brianna?”

“Don’t hate on my girlfriend. I don’t know why you’re so surprised. You wouldn’t give me any, so I went to someone who would. And I want that stuff back.”

“I don’t have it, LaMar.”

“What you mean, you don’t have it?” Suddenly the coldness was gone from his voice. “Please, MeKeisha. The drug dealers want either their money or the drugs back.”

“Well, I don’t have it, so get out of my face.” I started walking away. He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around violently.

“I ain’t playin’ with you, MeKeisha. I want that stuff back now.” I had backed myself into a corner. There was no way I could tell LaMar that his drugs were in police custody. Now, I wish I had listened to Dominique.

“I’m sorry, LaMar. But I never looked to see what it was. Then I forgot and put those jeans in my dirty clothes hamper and they ended up getting washed. I didn’t know. I just didn’t know.” I knew it was a lame lie, but my head was spinning. I didn’t have much time to think.

“How could you be so stupid?”

“You’re the one that’s stupid. Why didn’t you just keep it yourself?”

LaMar stormed away, then came right back. Despite the heated content of our conversation,

we managed to keep our voices low. LaMar believed in being discreet.

“’Keisha, like I said, I’m in trouble. I need for you to help me, please. Those drugs were worth $1000. Is there any way you can come up with $500? Please? I gave you five hundred. At least give me that back.”

He must think I’m a total idiot. There’s no way I’m going to give him a penny back. I was smart not to have had sex with him after all. He’s a fool to let me go. Brianna doesn’t look half as good as I do.

“LaMar, even though you’re not my boyfriend anymore, you’re still a friend. I’ll help you. Just tell me when and where.” My voice was strangling with anger, but I managed to control it.

“Bring the money to my house tomorrow at six. And thanks. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” Whatever. LaMar went inside the library. I walked away before Barbara or Brianna showed up. I was definitely done with that drama. Or was I? I knew that once I saw Brianna, she was going to rub it in my face about LaMar dumping me. Well, I was going to end it once and for all. Something told me to go to LaMar’s locker. As I opened his locker door, Dominique’s words, ‘He’s going to try to get you to do all kinds of stuff’ ran through my mind. A small photo album caught my attention. I looked inside and was shocked. Nude photographs of several teenaged girls!   I didn’t recognize any of them. None of these girls went to Madison High. Except the one on the last page. Brianna! LaMar had gotten her to pose nude and was probably planning on getting me to pose nude as well. I had let him talk me into smoking a little marijuana, but that was it. There was no way I’d go any further. I snatched the photo of Brianna out of the photo album and put it in my notebook. I couldn’t believe Brianna was stupid enough to let LaMar photograph her in the nude. Why would LaMar bring that to school anyway? It didn’t matter why. I couldn’t wait to put this picture on the Internet and humiliate Brianna.

She’d think that LaMar had done it. I looked both ways, making sure no one saw me.

I went to Mr. Coleton’s algebra class. Damn, I still hadn’t studied with Sha’Lena and Dominique. But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore.

Another boring chapter in exponents. Thank goodness it was the last one. I’m not even going to pretend to concentrate. I didn’t have to. Mr. Coleton only called on the brainiacs.

Finally, class was over. As everyone was leaving, Mr. Coleton said, “O.K, don’t forget to study for tomorrow’s test. Final exams are right around the corner.” He made eye contact with me.

“MeKeisha, can I see you for a minute, please?” He closed the door after everyone left.

“Have you given any thought to my offer, MeKeisha?”

“Yes.”

“What have you decided?”

“I’ll go to bed with you.”   Mr. Coleton’s face lit up. “I knew you’d change your mind.”

Mr. Coleton can have what LaMar missed out on.

 

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Trace your family’s history of slavery online, free

 

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Millions of African Americans will soon be able to trace their families through the era of slavery thanks to a new and free online service that’s digitizing a million and a half handwritten records compiled about newly freed slaves in the 1860s, for the first time.

On Friday, it was announced that records compiled just after the Civil War will soon be available for easy searches through a new website, discoverfreedmen.org.

Thanks to the Freedmen’s Bureau, an administrative body created by Congress in 1865 to assist slaves in 15 states and the District of Columbia as they transitioned into free citizenship, a project has been launched to covert more than four million names for full online access.

Prior to 1870, when Black people were included in the US census for the first time, slaves were legally regarded as property in the US and their names were not officially documented. They often appeared only as dash marks, even on their owners’ records. The new site hopes to break down that brick wall by releasing those records by 2016, to coincide with the opening of the new Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture on the National Mall in Washington.

A Union soldier stands with African Americans on the plantation Thomas F. Drayton, Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, 1862. Photo by Henry P. Moore, May 1862 (photo credit Everett Historical)

Hollis Gentry, a genealogy specialist at the Smithsonian, said in an announcement on Friday: “The records serve as a bridge to slavery and freedom. You can look at some of the original documents that were created at the time when these people were living. They are the earliest records detailing people who were formerly enslaved. We get a sense of their voice, their dreams.”

Gentry also said it could help people now find living relatives on their family tree, as well as records of forebears. “I predict we’ll see millions of living people find living relatives they never knew existed. That will be a tremendous blessing and a wonderful, healing experience.”

While records including a selection of marriages, church and financial details as well as full names, dates of birth and histories of slave ownership have been available for access by the public in Washington DC, that information could only be accessed in person and by searching through hundreds of pages of handwritten documents. An impossible and seemingly disheartening task for those with a deep desire to track their family history or better yet reconnect with survivors.

Sharon Leslie Morgan, founder of Our Black Ancestry Foundation, stated that the cataloging is important for history and for today.

“In order for us to deal with contemporary issues that we have today – racism, black boys being shot down in the streets – you have to confront the past,” she told USA Today. “The land was stolen from the Native Americans. The labour was provided for free by African slaves. The entire foundation of American capitalism is based on slavery, on a free labour market. People don’t want to deal with that, and you have to.”

Now on #Kindle is Mr. Wrong After All by Hazel Mills [exclusive excerpt] #PassionateSpot

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Project Title: Mr. Wrong After All

Release Date: 6/16/2015

Genre: Women Fiction

Synopsis:

Nikki’s painful past and Ahmad’s irresponsible behavior has led them down a road that takes many tragic turns. On the outside looking in, they seem to have it all together. Happiness, innocence, love, and a connection many envy. But just beneath the surface are deep rooted secrets that lead to adultery, lies, deception, and murder.

Nikki’s past is exposed and it takes a toll on her relationship with Ahmad who seems to have fallen into the evil plans of Shannon, Nikki’s sister. They fight for their love, but will they win against a game of lies and lust?

You won’t believe the twists and turns they go through as Nikki fights for what she soon discovers may be indeed Mr. Wrong.

hazel 3BIO:

African American Literary Award nominated author, Hazel Mills, knew that she wanted

to be a writer from the moment she penned the first words of a poem titled “A Tree”

when she was in the third grade. Even though she majored in business at the University

of Alabama and Spring Hill College, writing continued to be her first love.

Hazel’s short erotic fiction has been published in Playgirl Magazine’s Erotic Encounters

(January 2007 issue) and in Best Lesbian Love Stories: New York City, edited by Simone

Thorne (November 2006, Alyson Books). She is also one of the contributing authors to

the award-winning anthology, Mocha Chocolate: Taste A Piece of Ecstasy, edited by

Shani Greene-Dowdell. Hazel’s debut collection of critically acclaimed erotic short

stories, Bare Necessities: Sensuous Tales of Passion (April 2008, Xpress Yourself

Publishing) was awarded the honor of “Best Erotica” given by African Americans On

The Move book club at their 2009 national conference. Hazel’s novel, Journey to

Surrender, was released in September 2009 by Xpress Yourself Publishing. She is a

contributing author to Sugar and Spice: Anthology for the Grown and Sexy (Blue Planet

Publishing, 2009) and Savor: The Longest Night, (Nayberry Publishing, 2013).

Ms. Mills was included in the inaugural edition of Who’s Who in Black Birmingham in

2009 and in the second edition of Who’s Who in Black Alabama in 2014.

Hazel, her husband and three sons live in the historic Birmingham area.

Excerpt:

When I pulled up to her dorm, Shannon was sitting outside on a bench thumbing through the pages of her chemistry book. At first glance, she appeared pure and innocent. Her hair was pulled back with a bow in a Whitley Gilbert-esque style and she wasn’t dressed provocatively. She was wearing what most girls on college campuses wore- sweatshirt and jeans. But I knew the real Shannon. The Shannon that was as much of a freaky bitch as I had ever seen.

I wondered what her parents were like. She probably came from a home where her mother had a bunch of different men in and out of the house all the time and Shannon didn’t have a clue who her father was. He was most likely a drug-dealing pimp.

When we arrived back at my apartment, Ty and Frankie were loud talking and cussing each other out as they battled at Super Mario Bros. The two of them were so caught up in the game that they didn’t see us walk past.

“I’ve been thinking about you, Ahmad. It’s been a minute since you’ve called me,” Shannon said, as she removed her HU sweatshirt.

“Yeah, I’ve been busy, you know.”

“Too busy for me?”

I didn’t answer her question. I knew she really didn’t want to know the truth. There are so many freaks in and around here and I had my pick of any one of them.

“Come here,” Shannon demanded.

She sat booty butt-naked and spread eagle on my bed. She grabbed my belt and began to remove my jeans. My rock hard dick poked her in the forehead as she slid my pants down. The warm sensation of her mouth felt good as she sucked on my shit like a baby sucking on a nipple. I pushed the back of her head down, signaling that I wanted her to take it all in. Shannon was one of the few girls that didn’t gag when my dick hit the back of her throat.

“You gonna let me hit that pussy?” I asked, breathlessly.

“You know it,” Shannon answered, slowly taking her mouth away from the mic and lying back on the bed. She pulled the lips of her pussy back with one hand and stroked her swollen clit with the other.

I reached over, grabbed a horse from my nightstand, and slid it on before diving into Shannon’s slippery snatch.

“You know that I can’t enough of your dick, Ahmad,” Shannon moaned.

I showed her pussy no mercy, beating it like a drum. She always liked it rough and raw. I closed my eyes and saw Nikki’s face.

I wish I were making love to Nikki. Her naked body would feel so good close to mine. I would take my time with that sweet ass. Nikki. Sss…Nikki.

It wasn’t long before I exploded and filled the condom with my juice.

As usual, after I came, the party was over. I threw the rubber in the trash, got dressed, and left the room. Shannon was not the kind of girl that I wanted to cuddle with after I fucked her.

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Black Hollywood Gets LIT the 2015 AAMBC Awards was a Huge Success

(Atlanta, GA) Booklovers from across the country flocked to Atlanta, GA for the first LIVE African American Book Clubs on the Move also known as the AAMBC awards. Real Housewives of Atlanta starlet Claudia Jordan hosted the ceremony celebrating various genres of literature in the African American culture. “When we learned that Claudia Jordan was working on a literary project, we were even more excited to extend an invitation to her to host the inaugural show,” Tamika Newhouse (Delphine Publishing, AAMBC awards) says, “It was a great fit and our audience enjoyed her very much.” Newhouse was also thankful to the sponsors that stepped up to make the evening special. “We were blessed to have amazing sponsors that stepped up to the plate to make this first show a memorable experience for our participants,” publisher Tamika Newhouse (Delphine Publishing)says. In addition to the ASPIRE network coming on board as the official media partner, the AAMBC awards was sponsored by Newhouse’s new publishing site LITISH, David Weaver presents, Miss Virgo Girl Media, the Z Bailey Collection, John Silvey (Zaxby’s) MBP Publishing, and Pure Sip hyper-purified water.
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The awards were presented by a mixture of Atlanta celebrities, authors and socialites. 2015 AAMBC award nominees included; Poet of the Year- Laqueshia Malone, Breakout Author of the Year-Piper Huguley, Book Club of the Year-Keys No Lock, Male Author of the Year-David Weaver, Indie Publisher of the Year- Brown Girls Publishing, Female Author of the Year-Zane, Indie Book Store- Nubian Books, AAMBC Author of the Year- M. Skye, Romance Author of the Year- Sheila Goss, Magazine of the Year- Rolling Out, Christian Author of the Year- Denora Boone, Independent Digital Publisher- David Weaver Presents, Blogger of the Year- Orsayor Simmons “Book Referees”, Reader’s Choice-K’wan Foye, eBook of the Year- Jessica Watkins,Street Lit Writer of the Year- Silk White, AAMBC Reviewer of the Year-Kiera Northington. The Francis Ray award was given to popular urban fiction author K’wan and steed media/rolling out publisher Munson Steed received the 2015 Media Innovator of the Year. In his acceptance speech Steed spoke of support for African American authors in establishing a platform for them via rolling out. “We want to support our literary community. So if there are any authors here that we haven’t featured, we’d like to share an opportunity with you to connect with our readers,” Steed explained.
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Guests of the 2015 AAMBC awards included Brittish Williams (VH1/Basketball Wives) Adrianna Lombardo (R&B/pop singer), Bo Talley (Atlanta philanthropist/socialite) Shay (Love & Hip Hop Atlanta) and several other notables. Newhouse says she is looking forward to the next AAMBC awards which she has set the date of June 11th, 2016.
For more information go to aambcawards.com
Keep up with The AAMBC Awards via Twitter & IG at: @AAMBCAwards
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The ART of STYLE with Marlo in #Atlanta on the #PassionateSpot

The ART of STYLE with Marlo!

Presented by Simply Marlo, LLC
Saturday, June 6, 2015
2:00 – 4:00 pm

EVENT DETAILS

Marlo Hampton is the sassy and self-assured fashion maverick, internationally known for her appearances as a cast member on Bravo’s Real Housewives of Atlanta and the girl we loved or loved to hate on I Dream of NeNe: The Wedding.

Once you meet Marlo you know there is something special about this southern beauty from St. Petersburg, FL. She is very comfortable in her skin; not to mention, she’s always “dressed to the T!”

In 2008, Marlo parlayed her signature style into a business and opened her first high-end fashion boutique which catered to the who’s who of Atlanta’s elite. And, while it was her love of haute couture that gave her entrée to the circles of the rich and powerful, it was her spirit, determination and passion for fashion that has left its mark on the hearts of clients, customers and fans worldwide.

When Marlo strutted onto the scene in 2011, fashionistas everywhere took notice. Her now infamous luxe shoe display scene that aired during the season 4 RHOA girls vacation in South Africa is still making a buzz to this day. Marlo has proven, she knows and is STYLE on and off camera.

She traveled to Paris, the fashion capital of the world to take in haute couture attending the exclusive Chanel show and sat front row during NYC fashion week this year.

Known by her fans as “The Queen of Chanel,” Marlo has proven that she knows which designers are at the top of their game and can accessorize any outfit from any line, high end or low.

Now with The ART of STYLE, Marlo will delve into a multitude of layers speaking directly to her fans, aspiring stylist and those that just want to look good. Whether you are a wannabe fashion diva, costume designer or just want to know how to bring any outfit to life and freshen up your look, this workshop is for you!

The ART of STYLE with Marlo! is a hands on seminar that will teach:

Marlo’s 101:
Wardrobe “must-have’s”
Style Basics

Fashion Education:
Color Theory
Necklines and Dress lengths

Personal Style Tips:
How to dress for your mood
Accessorizing for your personality

Professional Stylist Secrets:
How to do a pull for a client
How to secure wholesale prices for a client

Shopping on a Budget:
Put together an outfit for under $100

5-Minute Outfit Makeover:
How to revamp any look on the go

The ART of STYLE with Marlo! begins on Saturday, May 16th from 2-4PM in New York City. The tour continues on Saturday, June 6, 2015 in Atlanta, Ga, hosted by Dermalogica in Atlanta, the number one choice of skincare professionals worldwide. Tickets go on sale Wednesday, April 15, at 10am and can be purchased by visiting www.MarloHampton.com.

An early bird special will run until midnight on Thursday, April 30th offering $100 general admission tickets and $125 for VIP entrance. Afterwards, general attendee tickets will be available for $125 and VIP tickets will be available at $150.

In addition to front row seats, VIP ticket holders will experience a 5-minute one-on-one conversation wit Marlo!

The New York City tour stop is sponsored in part by Shea Moisture, Premis Beverages, NikkiLukes Treats and the fabulous DJ C. DeVone will be spinning the laterst tunes; Butter Love by LC will sponsor both NYC and Atlanta. Additional, tour dates and locations will be announced soon. Fans are encouraged to continue to check Marlo’s weeklyMarlo Monday’s blog series for updates.

“I love fashion,” says Marlo Hampton. “Sharing fashion style, tips and so much more with the attendees will be equally as rewarding for me as I hope it will be for them. I can’t wait to hit NYC to meet my divas and divos in training and to share my secret style tips!”

Tamika Newhouse in #ColumbusGA for a empowering meet and greet and book signing #PassionateSpot #TamikaNewhouse

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