Best Laid Plans by Deatri King-Bey (Love Like It’s Hot Box Set)

08 May

Best Laid Plans by Deatri King-Bey (Love Like It’s Hot Box Set)

Abisola Tersoo, a gracious woman of beauty, kindness, and focus, knows there has always been a plan for her future. Someday she will take over her father’s business and Max Osborne, a man dear to her family’s heart, is to be her husband. Just when Abisola has accepted her life always goes according to plan, Thomas Hoffmann, a fantasy of a man, brings chaos into her life in the best and worst ways. Torn between following the plan with a real man and risking it all for a fantasy, Abisola learns she may not have a choice.

Thomas Hoffmann didn’t realize he was looking for someone special until Abisola walked into his life. A man of the world, he had become a little jaded, but Abisola’s quick wit and creative spirit sparked an interest in him unlike any he had ever experienced. One who lives in the moment, he can see spending the rest of his moments with Abisola, but others’ plans may get in the way.




Excerpt: Best Laid Plans by Deatri King-Bey

Chapter One

Mind racing, Abisola stood before her boss. In the three years she’d been employed at Osborne and Associates, she’d never been called in like this. An accountant, she found most clients were hush, hush when it came to their money and didn’t blame them. She was just as hush, hush about her own finances. Maybe this was about a new “delicate” project. It was only June, and she’d already been assigned four this year.

“Please…” Sandy motioned to the leather loveseat off to the side of the modest office.
Seated, Abisola faced Sandy.

“I apologize.” Sandy glanced at her watch. “I need to leave in a few minutes, so let me cut to the chase.”

Now that Abisola had more time to think, she’d bet this was about the embezzlement case she’d worked on for the District Attorney who’d needed a forensic accounted. Her cousin had convinced them to use Osborne and Associates, and Abisola in particular. Needless to say, she’d done an excellent job. Or so she thought.

Old episodes of Law and Order were the closest Abisola had come to being in a courtroom. Looking back, she probably should have turned down the offer, but couldn’t pass up the opportunity. After her expert testimony, the defendant decided to plead guilty for a lighter sentence, so she couldn’t have done too bad, she told herself.

“My grandson….” Choked up, Sandy looked away.

Worry shifted from herself to Sandy, she hugged her supervisor. “It’s okay.” Sandy’s first grandchild had been born a month ago at only twenty-two weeks gestation and admitted into the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. She prayed silently for the baby to someday be a healthy, loving man. “Whatever you need. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you.” Sandy wiped away the tears building in her big blue eyes. “I needed that.” She took a moment to compose herself. “It was so hard leaving him, but I had to come back. It wasn’t fair dumping everything on you.”

“You didn’t dump anything. Your priorities are straight. Family first.” Abisola’s father owned a successful flooring company. Her mother told her that even when they were struggling to get the business up and running, her father always prioritized family time. He said too many used growing their business as an excuse to neglect their family.

“How did I know you’d say that?” Small wrinkles formed around Sandy’s mouth with her smile. “I appreciate the way you stepped up. You helped make a difficult decision much easier. You see… I’m retiring and moving to Boston to help my daughter.”

“What?” Abisola knew she’d heard wrong.

“Leadership’s taking this opportunity to reorganize the company. Nelson’s agreed to buy my and Andre’s shares.”

Outdone, Abisola took a second to process what she’d been told. “So the company will no longer be Osborne and Associates?” Thirty-two employees in total, the firm was small but mighty.

“He’s leaning towards Osborne Financial. We’ve hired a marketing firm to help decide. With the restructure, we believe you’d be the best person to head up the accounting department. If you keep your nose clean until I officially retire, the job is yours.” She laughed lightly. “Since your nose has never been dirty, I think we’re good.”

“I’m… I’m floored. What about Max?” she asked of Nelson’s son who worked in the personal finance arm of the company. With the company being so small, they didn’t have managers, so Abisola assumed Max would buy into a partnership role when one opened.

“Andre’s having a similar conversation to ours with Max. Let’s be honest. The past year, Andre’s been out more than he’s been in. Max pretty much runs things over there.”

“I’m in shock. I don’t know what to say. Thank you. Thank you.”

“You earned it. Even when I’m out, I keep tabs on things. I saw in the first day or so that your co-workers were coming to you for answers they usually come to me for. By the end of the first week, you were running the department and doing an outstanding job. And those daily updates you’d send!” Eyes wide with excitement, Sandy patted her chest. “Be still my heart. You saved me so much time and worry. Yes. You should be a director. You’re a natural.”

Faint knocking at the door drew their attention. Nelson Osborne, senior partner, poked his head in. Disappointment filled his eyes. “Oh no, you already told her, didn’t you?” He entered fully, closing the door behind himself.

Sandy smiled. “Your fault. Who takes meetings this early anyway?”

Ready to leap a tall building in a single bound, Abisola beamed with pride. “Thank you both for believing in me.”

“You earned it.” He looked at Sandy. “I hate to cut this short, but I need you to join this too early meeting for a few minutes before you cut out.” He chuckled. “That was a good one.”

Abisola loved how Nelson laughed at his own jokes.

* * *

Seated at her desk, Abisola exchanged her cell phone for her iPad. She longed to call her parents and tell them the good news, but her mother had the uncanny ability to turn a two-minute conversation into two hours. She scrolled through a few photos on her tablet of her parents laying tile in her condo. She’d gotten an amazing deal on two units in her building that were in major need of renovations. Nelson and his wife, Mesha, even came by a few times to help out. Work done, she missed the extra time they’d spent together updating the units.

She opened the custom-made planner program her parents had gotten her a few years ago. People often teased her about planning every minute of her life. Why anyone would try to make her way through something as complicated and important as life without planning was beyond her comprehension.

Lacey, her best friend, said the level Abisola planned was a manifestation of her controlling tendencies, but Abisola didn’t agree. As a child, Abisola didn’t choose what she ate, clothing, instruments she’d play, sports she’d participate in, languages she’d learn, if she’d be home schooled. Her high-level life plan had been written before she was born, and her parents made adjustments as necessary. They instilled the importance of preparation into Abisola.

She’d also heard the word controlling in relationship to her parents, but her college friends had been wrong. She went to work for her father when she was ten and loved every minute of it. According to the life plan her parents had created, she would have worked for him fulltime after she completed her Masters in Business Administration.

That was not the life Abisola wanted. Had her parents been controlling, they would have given her a hard time. Instead, they told her skipping college was not an option, but she could choose her major. They’d wanted her to stay in Arizona for college. They’d compromised and allowed her to complete undergraduate in Arizona and her graduate studies out of state. Someday her father’s business would be hers, so she continued working for him as part-time as an accountant. Since she loved laying tile, she did small jobs occasionally. Controlling people weren’t good with compromise, and her parents were experts at it.

“Ahbe-so-laaaah,” Lacey sang as she entered the office. “Or should I say, Madam Director?” She closed the door.

“I thought no one was supposed to know about the promotion?” Lacey was the only person outside of her family who used her given name. She preferred being called by her full name, but gave up the fight.

“I’m human resources and the office manager. I’ve wanted to tell you the past week, but was sworn to secrecy.” Huge grin on her face, she rolled a chair from the small conference table over to Abisola’s desk. “I literally thought I’d explode.”

Overflowing with excitement, Abisola could barely sit still. “This is crazy! My parents are going to flip when I tell them.”

“You are so very, very spoiled,” Lacey teased.

“Yes, but not spoiled rotten.” Her parents were in Nigeria visiting family, and she couldn’t wait for their return.

Lacey peeked over at the iPad. “I’ll bet your butt didn’t even hit the seat before you began updating your planner.”

“And?” This wasn’t as simple as just changing dates or she would have changed them months ago when she began accepting Max would play a huge role in her future. The promotion put into motion a life change that terrified the hell out of her, but she wanted. She couldn’t ask for more career wise, but longed to build her own family. Now if she only had a husband to go along with the plan.

Not to worry. Come Fourth of July, she’d be thirty-one and her parents would help find a suitable husband. Ninety-nine percent sure Max would be the man, she could hardly wait, but didn’t let on. At least she tried not to.

“Have you substituted Max for your intended yet? Nelson isn’t fooling anyone. He promoted you and Max so you two would take over the company someday. He wants to keep the business in the family.”

“Max and I are friends.”

Arranged marriages were her family’s way of life as far back as they could trace, but she’d wanted to go a more traditional, American route and find her own mate. Another example of her parents’ ability to compromise was them agreeing to hold off until she turned thirty-one before they began matchmaking to give her a chance to do her own thing. Until recently, she hadn’t considered Max, but he’d be the obvious choice. Both loved their chosen careers and understood the demands of the other’s job. They had the same outlook on life, the same political views and both were Muslim.

“Ummm, that’s a good thing. Plus y’all’s parents are best friends.”

“I know, it’s just…”


“Arranged marriages are my normal. This is new to his family. My family’s progressive, but does he understand the courting period? That either of us can say this isn’t working for them and move on? What if…?” True fear stole her words.

“What’s really going on?”

She took a moment to gather her thoughts. As handsome as Max was, they’d have beautiful chocolate babies, but there were no sparks between them. “One day, Mum and I were in the backyard pulling weeds from the flower garden when she heard Dad’s voice. Her whole face lit up as if she’d gotten a pleasant surprise.”

“I thought arranged marriages were crazy until I met them.”

“I want a love like my parents share, and I want the same for Max. Will we ever fall in love?” Without some sort of spark, would she and Max ever fall in love, she worried.

“That you ask makes me believe that yes. You will. You two have had each other’s backs since you started here. If I didn’t know better, I’d of thought you’d known each other your whole lives.”

She drew in and released a large breath. “This is really happening. Nelson expects Max and I to get married.”

“Girl, catch up with the conversation. I said that at least two minutes ago. Stop overthinking.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am.” Lacey stood. “I need to get back to work.”

“That makes two of us. Thank you.”

Lacey left the door opened on her way out.

Enough fooling around for the day, Abisola got down to work. Every year she took her birth month off to do something special. This year she planned a trip to Alaska. Completing projects early and ensuring her regular clients were set while she was out was her June mission.

Max entered carrying a gift-wrapped shirt box.

“Is that for me?” She couldn’t help but smile. All her plans had fallen into place, and Max came carrying gifts. She’d bet it was from Mesha, who had to know about the promotion. Over the years, Max’s parents had become like a second set of parents to her.

He chuckled. “Would I bring a gift into your office that wasn’t for you?” He handed it to her. “Mom said I’d know when to give this to you. I was so confused until I learned of our promotions.” He sat in the chair beside her desk that Lacey had left.

“Thanks. I’ll call to thank her when I take a break.” She began opening the gift.

“Excellent. She also wants to know what to wear for the birthday-slash-naturalization-party.”

Her parents became naturalized citizens exactly thirty years ago this coming Fourth of July and wanted to celebrate. Proud of her parents, Abisola invited all of the people who participated in the naturalization ceremony with her parents to Sedona to celebrate the Fourth of July with family and friends. Since the Fourth was also Abisola’s birthday, her parents insisted the party be dual-purpose.

“Whatever she’s comfortable in. I have a spa day and some tours planned before the barbeque festivities of the evening.” She loved the way Max humored his mother by playing messenger and deliveryman for her. Each day she’d have him deliver or ask something she could have easily done herself.

She lifted the box top and saw an adorable yellow scarf with tiny daisy print. “Oh my goodness. I love it!” She ran her fingers over the fine material. She usually wore a hijab, but planned to rock her new scarf in the near future.

“Lacey says you’re tripping about what this promotion means for us.”

Eyes and mouth wide, she shook her head. “I was not. You know how she overreacts.”

Doubt filled his dark eyes. “Umm hmm. I don’t mean to disrespect your family’s traditions, but waiting on our parents to arrange our lives isn’t working for me.”

“I understand.” Now that she knew Max was her intended, she was shocked he hadn’t said something sooner.

“Sandy’s retirement completely changed things for us. I’ll call your father and apologize for overstepping, but you and I need to talk.”

“Agreed.” Truth be told, she didn’t know how her parents had done this. Then again, her parents hadn’t known each other very well before they began courting.

“I know Dad. He’s promoting you instead of offering you to buy into a partnership because he wants to keep your options open. I believe you and I will be an amazing power couple, but that doesn’t mean we have to be married. Once we start dating, there’s a small chance we may not click, and that’s okay.”

“What would happen if we didn’t click?”

“You’re still the best accountant around and more importantly, one of my best friends. We have always looked out for each other. If you want a partnership, I’m sure Dad would give you time to buy in. You have options.”

‘Thank you for talking me down from the ledge.” Something about this conversation just didn’t sit right with Abisola. “Since the cat hopped out of the bag, then threw the bag at us. After you talk to my dad, did you want to start the courtship?”

“We should wait until after you come back from your vacation. I want you to be sure this is the road you want to go down.”

“Are you sure this is the road you want to go down?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “I’ll admit, when Dad first approached me, I thought he’d lost his mind, but our parents are right. We both want to settle down and should look at the obvious possibilities first. We make sense.” He stood. “I need to get back to work. Since that cat’s out of the bag, I’m freed up to get you what I want to for your birthday.”

“Your family is the most gift giving folks I ever met. We don’t exchange gifts, and I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to tell what it is before you give it.”

“I have to or you’ll cause a scene at the party,” he quipped jokingly.

“Whatever… I have never caused a scene in my life.”

“I’m getting you a car.”

“No.” Not only were cars, insurance, gas, and their maintenance expensive, they were pollution machines.

“Hear me out. First off, it’ll be used and an electric car. I will not have my wife driven around by strangers, and I don’t want my children driven around by a new driver.”

Suddenly, she felt better about this conversation. “Awww, that’s sweet. Thank you for the thoughtful gift.”

“I know how you think. I’ll cover expenses the first year. I’ll look into driving lessons later.”

“How about you teach me to drive, and I’ll teach you how to cook the basics?”

He chuckled. “Many relationships have been ruined over driving lessons. It’s best to leave it to the professionals.”

“Point taken. What about the cooking? It’ll be fun.” Some of her fondest memories were of her and her parents in the kitchen throwing down.

“If I could make it my entire life without cooking an actual meal, I’d die a happy man.”

All she could do was smile. “Get out of my office.”

* * *

Normally, Abisola’s days flew by. She glanced at her watch: 9:45. Not today, she thought. She’d decided to call her parents instead of emailing them with the news, but was waiting until lunch to have more time to speak with them.

“Abby,” Nelson said as he entered her office. “I’d like to introduce you to Thomas Hoffmann.”

Shocked, her heartbeat sped up at the sound of his name. Why hadn’t Lacey warned her Mr. All Too Fine was in their office? Thomas’s law firm moved in two doors down around Thanksgiving last year. Whenever she got the chance, she’d just so happen to be in the front office to see him exit the elevator at approximately 8:55 each morning. She’d hated the double mirror-like walls until Thomas came around. This allowed her to see him without him knowing.

In her mind she’d given Thomas all the attributes she wanted in a man—a fantasy man no real man could measure up to. The person behind Nelson would be a real man, not her fantasy. She stood and rounded her desk.

Nelson moved to the side as he approached. A large man, like Max, he had blocked her view of Thomas. “He’s one of the partners at the law firm down the hall.”

Upon seeing her, Thomas’s whisky eyes momentarily went wide with surprise.

Nelson motioned to Abisola. “Thomas, this is Abisola Tersoo.” He beamed with pride. “Abby here is one of the best forensic accountants in the world.”

“World?” She laughed lightly. “Okay, I’ll take that.” Hand on her chest, she looked to Thomas and bowed her head in greeting. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”

Heat rushed through her body. Not from his words, but the way he said them. The way he watched her. It took everything she had to act unaffected, but affected she was. She’d never reacted like this to a man. Now she chastised herself for the fantasies. She’d thought they were harmless fun.

After introductions, Nelson presented a high level overview of the special assignment Thomas needed fulfilled. This sounded like fun, but the way Thomas watched her said she should turn down the project. Then again, this was a great opportunity and in a few months she’d be management and no longer able to take such cases. She’d be crazy to pass this up, she told herself.

Disappointed, she sighed. “I’m sorry, but I’ll be on vacation all next month. I should be able to finish before then, but it’ll be cutting it close, and I know this is time-sensitive. Our other accountants may not be the best in the world…” She offered a smile to Nelson. “But they’re amazing at what they do.”

Nelson nodded in agreement.

Thomas shook his head. “No. I want the best. If it takes longer, then so be it.”

Ready to dig into her new assignment, she smiled. “Then we have a deal. I’ll set up a meeting for this afternoon to discuss what I’ll need to get started.” A part of her looked forward to seeing Thomas in person from time to time. That part scared, yet excited, the mess out of her.

“Because the information’s so sensitive, you’ll be working the project from my office.”

“No problem,” she said with a calmness she didn’t feel. Envisioning Thomas as a fantasy man from afar was one thing, but working in the same office with him daily was a completely different story. She quickly calmed her mind. They were both professionals, and he was not a fantasy. There was no such thing as a fantasy man. Plus, working in the same office suite didn’t literally mean she’d be in his office. Moment of panic over, she caught a devilish grin tip his lips.

“Excellent. Can you start today?”

She returned to her desk and looked at her schedule for the rest of the month. She’d already begun clearing her calendar as much as possible, so working from the law firm would be no problem. “I can come over around noon.” She hadn’t spoken to her parents yet, so adjusted her time. “Make that closer to one. Then other days I’ll come over around ten until the end of the day. Does that work for you?”

“Perfect. I’ll have Pam keep a look out for you. It was nice meeting you.” He held his hand out.

“You, too.” An unrecognizable charge radiated from their touch as they shook. This wasn’t pain, something she liked or didn’t like, but some sort of energy. The way he looked down at their hands told her he felt it, too. She released, but he continued to hold on. “I’m gonna need that,” she said as she nodded towards her hand.

Did she catch a whiff of vanilla? No it wasn’t vanilla but something lighter, yet similar, with a powdery base. Whatever cologne he wore smelled amazing, she thought.

“Oh, sorry.” The moment he released her, the energy began to fade.

“How about we go back to my office to sign the work agreement?” Nelson said, then looked to Abby. “We can talk later.”

Abisola nodded. “Sounds good.” She could only pray Nelson didn’t notice her reaction to Thomas. She’d hate to give her future father-in-law the impression that she had a wandering eye.

( Continued… )

© 2019 All rights reserved. Book excerpt reprinted by permission of the author, Deatri King-Bey. Do not reproduce, copy or use without the author’s written permission. This excerpt is used for promotional purposes only.


Meet Deatri King-Bey
When Deatri was six years old, her mother was told that because of Deatri’s dyslexia, she’d never learn how to read. My have times changed. Deatri started her publishing career as an editor at Third World Press, Inc., one of the oldest independent, African-American owned publishing houses in the world. Fiction is her true love, so a few years later she began focusing her editing skills on fiction. She’s edited novels by such notables as Gloria Naylor, L.A. Banks, Beverly Jenkins, A.C. Arthur and many more.

Along with editing, Deatri also began writing. Thirty-some published titles later, she still hasn’t figured out she wasn’t supposed to learn how to read and has gone on to win six Emma Awards over the years. Currently, she is enjoying life with her family, reading, writing screenplays, and deciding what she’ll get into next. Website:



Deatri King-Bey’s Book List

Nonfiction: Become A Successful Author by Deatri King-Bey

Deatri King-Bey Suspense (with Curtis Alcutt)
Roman & Jeanette (Black Widow and the Sandman I)
Birth of the Black Widow (Short Story)
The Sandman Cometh (Short Story)
Hell Hath No Fury (Black Widow and the Sandman II)
Dark Geisha (Black Widow and the Sandman III)

Deatri King-Bey Women’s Fiction

Caught Up
Jodie’s Choice
Operation White Rose
Picture Perfect
Sweet Thang

Deatri King-Bey Romance Novels

Beauty and the Beast
Broken Promises (Interracial)
Christmas Angel (Second Chances)
Diamond in the Rough (Interracial)
Ebony Angel (Interracial)
For Keeps
Hero (Precious Jewels I)
If You Only Knew (Second Chances)
Love’s Desire (Short story compilation)
Journey’s End (Interracial)
Santa’s Helper (Write Brothers II)
Silk Scarves and Apples (Second Chances)
Someone To Hold
Soulmate (Precious Jewels III)
Tease (Write Brothers IV)
Tell Her How You Feel (Write Brothers I)
The Drama The Street and the Seduction (Short Story)
The Impossible Possible (Interracial)
The Only Option
The Other Realm
Third Time’s A Charm (Write Brothers III)
Trapped In Paradise (Short Story)
Warrior (Precious Jewels II)
Whisper Something Sweet

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Intimate Conversation with Deatri King-Bey (Love Like It’s Hot Boxset)

Deatri’s mother was told that because of Deatri’s dyslexia, she’d never learn how to read. My have times changed. Deatri started her publishing career as an editor at Third World Press, Inc., one of the oldest independent, African-American owned publishing houses in the world. Fiction is her true love, so a few years later she began focusing her editing skills on fiction. She’s edited novels by such notables as Gloria Naylor, Beverly Jenkins and many more. Along with editing, Deatri also began writing. Thirty some published titles later, she still hasn’t figured out she wasn’t supposed to learn how to read.

BPM: What inspired you to become a romance writer? How long have you been writing?
When I was a child, my mother wasn’t a big fan of television series, but she never missed airings of old romance movies. I grew up in a household where Doris Day and Debbie Reynolds fell in love in the most dramatic ways just about every weekend, and I loved every minute of it. If my mother wasn’t watching old movies, she was reading Harlequin romances. At the time, my mother’s married life was nowhere close to the romances we watched and enjoyed. When I began writing, I had control to give every princess her prince charming.

BPM: How do you think you’ve evolved creatively?
I’ve been married over thirty years and have children, grandchildren, in-laws. Lived through deaths, births, divorces, marriages. Been hired and fired from jobs. These fifty-some years, my experiences changed my outlooks on life and given me more depth. As we grow older, we see the world in different ways. This tends to affect one’s creativity. I’m hoping it’s for the best in my case, but we’ll see (smile).

BPM: Do you view writing as a kind of spiritual practice?
Not really. I used to tease that writing was my way of putting my psychosis to work, by writing the voices into books. That all changed when my father was diagnosed with two forms of terminal cancer. That’s when the voices stopped. I was writing the forth book of a series that he was the inspiration for. I didn’t finish the series and Best Laid Plans is the first book I’ve written since he passed three years ago.

BPM: How has writing romance novels impacted your life?
I let those voices in my head tell their stories. You will see mental illness, abuse, neglect… You know, things that aren’t romantic. You’ll also see compassion, love and triumph. When readers contact me saying how they saw themselves in my characters and appreciate how someone understood how they feel, that you touched their heart—I find it humbling.

BPM: What was one of the most surprising things you learned while creating your body of work?
This was early on in my writing career. I’d always read books by all races of people. Back then, it was difficult to find titles by Black authors, plus schools had you read works by non-black authors. I never had an issue relating to characters who weren’t my race because I’ve always had to.

So when I began writing and began hearing whites saying they couldn’t relate to Black characters, I was taken aback. I grew up watching White women fall in love and reading books full of non-Blacks and had no issue “relating” to the characters.
Love, hate, anguish, triumph, loss… are universal.

BPM: How do you find or make time to write? Are you a plotter or a pantster?
I’m an empty nester, so have time to write. When my children were home, I’d write before they woke or after they went to bed.
I’m a cross between a plotter and pantster. Before I start writing, I have about 90% of the book plotted out in my mind. Once I start writing, I go with the flow and it ends up about 70% to what I had in my mind.

BPM: Have you considered writing in another genre?
I also write suspense and I have an urban fantasy I want to write.

BPM: What is your story in Love Like It’s Hot about?
In Best Laid Plans, Abisola Tersoo, a gracious woman of beauty, kindness, and focus, knows there has always been a plan for her future. Someday she will take over her father’s business and Max Osborne, a man dear to her family’s heart, is to be her husband. Just when Abisola has accepted her life always goes according to plan, Thomas Hoffmann, a fantasy of a man, brings chaos into her life in the best and worst ways. Torn between following the plan with a real man and risking it all for a fantasy, Abisola learns she may not have a choice.

Thomas Hoffmann didn’t realize he was looking for someone special until Abisola walked into his life. A man of the world, he had become a little jaded, but Abisola’s quick wit and creative spirit sparked an interest in him unlike any he had ever experienced. One who lives in the moment, he can see spending the rest of his moments with Abisola, but others’ plans may get in the way.

BPM: Give us some insight into your main characters. What makes each one so special?
Romance books follow a formula, so I can’t say my hero and heroine are any more special than any other romance hero and heroine. I will say that what makes this novella special is my take on the 4thof July theme. When I was young, I was told that America is a melting pot.
To my family that meant that we lose our culture to assimilate into the dominant culture (Yeah, we were that family, and I’m proud to say I carried that on to my children). Instead, we chose follow the America being a salad with all the differences complementing each other. Best Laid Plans ties into both of these. I look forward to discussions to see what others think of this topic.

BPM: What was your hardest scene to write, the opening or the close?
The close. I tend to deal with heavy issues in my romances that take an emotional toll on readers in ways that aren’t conducive to the happily ever after readers expect from a romance. So I have to ensure to wrap things up appropriately and give that happily ever after.

BPM: Is there a specific place/space/state that you find inspiration in?
No, not really. I find inspiration in people and what they are going through. Like many authors, I’m a people watcher.

BPM: Do you want each book to stand on its own or do you prefer to write series?
I prefer to write stand-alone books, but my readers seem to always want to know about the other characters, so I end up writing series. Even with my series, I try to write so that each book can stand alone.

BPM: Does writing energize you?
The writing itself doesn’t energize me. Reading the book a few weeks after it’s completed editing energizes me. It’s kind of like my gym workouts. I enjoy getting my workout on, but it’s still work. Seeing the results of the workout is what energizes me and encourages me to continue going.

BPM: Do you believe in writer’s block?
No. When I released titles every few months, there were times when I needed to step away from my current project because I needed distance from it to think clearly again. I’d work on something else, then come back to it sometimes a week or two later.

BPM: Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others?
Sex scenes. I was at a conference and learned that many authors also write those last.

BPM: Have you written any other books that are not published?
Yes. I have two books that I wrote that are AWFUL. I wrote them when I was early in the writing craft. The head hopping I did should have been illegal. Early on I said I’d rewrite them, but I doubt that will ever happen.

BPM: What projects are you working on at the present?
I’m learning the craft of screenwriting. A pilot I wrote called Dangerous Games is getting some attention. I start a six-week class on pilot writing soon and hope to complete my second pilot during that course. I’m currently writing a piece for the Still Standing anthology. I along with four other authors are writing fiction and nonfiction pieces about how cancer affected our lives. This title will be released in October. I’m also completing a romance novel.

BPM: Tell us about your most recent work beyond this collection. Available on Nook and Kindle?
My most recent work was Dark Geisha, the third book in the dangerously-sexy suspense series I write with Curtis Alcutt. This is a series that should be read in order. Roman and Jeanette, the two main characters, are my two favorite characters to write. They are flawed, but two of the most loving people in their own crazy way. The series is available on Kindle, Nook and in Print on Amazon. The order is: Roman & Jeanette, Hell Hath No Fury, then Dark Geisha.

BPM: What is your preferred method to have readers get in touch with or follow you?
The majority of my readers just want to read my next book, so I suggest signing up for my announcements. I only send them out when I have a new title or if I’ll be at an event. If they want to email me, they can do so through my website. Here is the page to sign up for the special announcements and to email me.

BPM: How can readers discover more about you and your work?
The only social media account I actually keep up with is my Facebook one. I ask that you don’t send friend request, but instead, subscribe to my page. Facebook as a limit of friends they allow, so I no longer accept friend request. But you can have unlimited subscribers:


Books featured in the Boxed Set
* Ann Clay – Love for Liberty
* Barbara Keaton – Heat at First Sight
* Deatri King-Bey – Best Laid Plans
* Donna Hill – Summer Sizzle
* Nicki Night – Sweet Heat Rising
* Xyla Turner – The Fourth



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