I keep saying that I am going to update this blog more frequently, but I just can’t seem to find the time. It’s been six months since the last time I wrote a blog post and boy and have I been busy. I’ve been writing two books- Licked Into Submission and Hoop Dreams Deflated. I also started writing the screen play to A Thug’s Redemption and I must say, it is turning out to be much better than the actual book. That’s always been my thing about turning books into movies; it should either be like the book, or BETTER than the book. Movies like Cujo, the original It, (can’t wait to see what they do with this remake) and others disappointed immensely. They didn’t do the book justice and I don’t want to disappoint my readers. One of the reviews that I got a few times about A Thug’s Redemption is that Jamal wasn’t a “thug”. (Tell that to White America…) But by “hood standards”, Jamal was not a thug. And they were absolutely correct. Jamal wasn’t a thug. Maybe a little rough around the edges, but he was never meant to be a thug. It’s just unfortunately because of some of the things he had gotten into, he was perceived and pre-judged with many seeing him as a thug. But in this screen-play, wooo, y’all about to see a side to Jamal that I don’t think y’all are ready for. I made him much more ruthless and “thuggish”. I also changed a couple of things and there’s a major plot twist. So get ready. Now does that mean A Thug’s Redemption is going to get a re-write…? Hmmm… the idea has merit…
In other news, I have signed my first author to Anitbeet Productions. Woo hoo! I am so excited for this author. His penmanship, style and way with words is not only charismatic, but artistic. He paints a vivid picture with his words that brings his story to live and gives you a taste of “the game” raw and uncut. Hood Boy: I Am What I Am by LeRoy Payton is the first of a trilogy telling the story of a young man Javon aka Slim who has a strong desire for freedom and independence, a desire that was brought on by being locked down by his father due to his behavioral problems. He gets a taste of that freedom and independence after being introduced to the street life of hustling and reaping the financial rewards that he technically does not need, but wants all the same. The seduction of the drug game pulls him in deeply and he soon faces what most street niggas face in the game: deceit, hate and threats to his street credibility that he’s worked hard to establish. Like many others, peace is sought outside of the hectic street lifestyle, but with that comes the strong possibility of it being compromised and even destroyed. Author LeRoy Payton definitely has done a great job with putting this book and series together. The ending is sure to leave you craving for the second installment in this amazing book series. So stay tuned! Hood Boy: I Am What I Am will be dropping July 27th 2017 which also happens to be his 37th birthday. I’m teaching myself how to use InDesign so I can design better and more high quality book covers. I am also looking to give Anitbeet Productions website a makeover. Starting in September, I will be taking submissions for urban fiction, erotica, Christian Fiction, thrillers, and more. I am excited to be taking Anitbeet Productions to another level! Lastly, I will be in Harlem, NY for the Harlem Book Festival. I will have all of my books with me with the exception of Terrors from Beyond since that is only in ebook format. Not only will readers be able to get signed copies of my paperback novels as well as Hard Cover copies of Love’s Deadly Masquerade, but I will also have my paypal debit card swipe device to accept credit and debit card transactions and you will be able to purchase ebooks from me as well. I will also be doing book bundle deals and giveaways with purchases to show my support to my readers. I have not been to the Harlem Book Festival since 2013 and I am super excited to be going back! So readers in New York, be sure to come check me out!!! That’s all of the updates that I have for now! I’m super excited for what this summer is going to bring! Until next time folks! And I promise it won’t be another six months before I post again. LOL!
Happy Monday, everyone! At the risk of sounding like Mr. Rogers, it is indeed a beautiful day in the neighborhood. (Despite the rain) Today, I’m bringing some good news to my readers. Many of you have sent me emails and inboxed me on Facebook and twitter requesting that I release A Thug’s Life Revisited early. You all have said that June 1st was too far away and blessed me out for making you wait two years from when Obsessive Intimacies came out until Love’s Deadly Masquerade came out. I can’t say I’m sorry enough for that LOL. Seriously. But I took your requests into consideration and you are in luck. A Thug’s Life Revisited has been moved up and will be available Thursday, April 14th, 2016 on Amazon Kindle, Kindle Unlimited (grrrrr) and of course you can purchase your paperback copies directly from me. I will do my best to get this book as well as my other books on book shelves across the country. A lot of these stores are not very cooperative. Yesterday, I completed the cover and got the manuscript set up. Everything looks right as pie and I can’t wait for you all to read this one. At the end of A Thug’s Life Revisited, I put a preview of my next novel “Licked into Submission”. Yes, it is an erotic book and I’m not going to lie to you all, somebody finna get pregnant from this book and it ain’t gonna be me! Just by the way it starts off, you will be able to see that you’re in for a serious erotic roller coaster ride. I’m not going to give too much away. I will be posting a snip-it soon, so stay tuned. Today it’s all about A Thug’s Life Revisited and it’s early release date. Below, I will post a hot preview and I want all of my supporters to run, quick, fast and hurry to Amazon and pre-order your kindle copy and be sure to leave a review after you finish reading it. I promise you won’t be disappointed! How hype are you for this book? I’m STUPID hype!! I’m so taking over this year! This is what the full cover looks like…
Buckle up and get ready for a hell of an emotional thrill ride as you read this fast paced novel. And you know I always have to throw the crazy ending in there. Read the snip-it below…
…Jamal’s phone rang. He leaned upward so he could pull it from his back pocket and saw that it was his father calling him.
“Speak of the devil… sorry,” Tiffany grimaced.
Jamal chuckled. “It’s cool, babe.” He answered the phone. “Yeah pops, what’s up?”
“I was waiting to see if you were going to call me but you took too long. What are you doing?” Andre asked his son.
“I was talking to Tiff. We were supposed to go to dinner tonight…”
Andre cut him off. “Talking to Tiff? Son, you were almost blown to smithereens tonight and you’re chit-chatting with your wife like it’s all gravy?”
“Dad…” Jamal sighed.
“There’s a price on your head. The less you say to Tiffany the better, you know that. You know that! This isn’t just you anymore, son. You have a wife and a son and these muthafuckas got zero fucks to give when it comes to taking out a target. Bitches and kids can get it, too.”
Jamal looked at his phone with a frown.
“I’m not calling Tiff a bitch, ‘Mal. Chill out.” Andre replied as though he could see his son’s facial expression. Jamal shook his head.
“Put your dad on speaker,” Tiff said. Jamal shook his head no at her and she squeezed the part of his neck she was rubbing. Jamal winced in pain.
“Alright, woman!” he grimaced. Tiffany chuckled and kissed his cheek. Jamal put his father on speaker phone and held the phone up.
“Hi, Dad!” Tiff perked.
Andre shook his head. Though he liked Tiffany and thought she was perfect for Jamal as well as a great wife and mother to their child, he believed she had no business knowing about or being a part of this upcoming battle. “How you doing, Little Lady?”
“I’m fine. Just trying to keep your son safe and happy.”
“Tiff, I know you love my son and you’ve already shown that you have his back no matter what. But this business is not your business and for your safety and my grandson’s safety, it cannot be your business. Do you understand?”
“Jamal is my business. That makes whatever this is my business as well,” Tiffany said firmly.
“Do you want to see your son in a coffin, Tiffany? Do you want your son to see you in a coffin? Do you want my son to see you and Jamir in coffins? Because he tasted that defeat before, I’m betting he won’t be able to handle the taste of that kind of defeat again. And I don’t think you or your son deserve that either. So again, this cannot be your business. Do you understand?”
Tiffany thought on his words which caused her to be slow to respond.
“Tiffany,” Andre said with base in his voice causing her to jump. “Do you understand?” he asked again, slowly.
“Yes sir. I understand.” Tiffany shook her head. Jamal grabbed her hand and kissed her palm as he waited for his father to speak.
“Both of you listen to me and when I’m done, take me off of speaker phone, Jamal.”
“A call has already been made to your superiors with the Cheltenham School District, Tiff. You are officially on a leave of absence. Pack you and Jamir’s bags, because you’re going on a vacation,” Andre instructed. “Get off of speaker phone.”
“Wait…” Tiffany stammered, bewildered by what Andre said. Jamal shushed her as he took his phone off of speaker and stood up.
“You’re slipping, Jamal.” Andre warned.
“How you figure, Dad?” Jamal replied as he began to pace.
“A hit was put out on you and your partner tonight and you went home to chit-chat with your wife. Do you want to die? Are you out of your fucking mind? And then you start telling her about what was in the file like they won’t tap your shit to see what you know. What the fuck were you thinking?” Andre scolded.
“I wasn’t…” Jamal started.
“That’s right, you weren’t thinking.” Andre cut him off. He blew out air as he tried to calm himself. “You cannot involve her in this.”
“She’s my wife, Dad.” Jamal replied as he glanced at Tiffany.
“You CANNOT involve her in this. Be ready in ten minutes. I’m on my way. We’ve already been on the phone too long.” Andre disconnected the call and Jamal closed his eyes.
“I’m not leaving you,” Tiffany said as she stood up.
“You are,” Jamal replied.
“Tiff!” Jamal said loudly making her jump. He had never raised his voice at her before. She looked at him as though he had lost his mind. “I can’t do this with you and my son here. I can’t do this if I’m constantly worried about you, if I’m constantly worried about him.”
“We’ve been through this before,” Tiff argued.
“Yeah and you almost died.”
“But I didn’t.”
“You think because you shot a couple niggas, that you a gangsta now, is that it?”
“No, I’m not saying that. But Jamal, haven’t you learned anything yet? Hiding me and Jamir away is not the answer. It didn’t work with Tamera and your brother…”
Jamal looked at her with fire in his eyes. “Don’t,” he said coldly. “You pulled that card last time and I listened to you. You almost got killed. It’s not just you this time. It’s Jamir too, and I will not put him at risk because you think you have to be this ride or die chick. I don’t need you to be my ride or die chick. I need you to be my wife and a mother to Jamir.”
“I am your wife and a mother to our son, what are you talking about?!” Tiffany argued.
“Then don’t fight me on this, Tiff.” Jamal said loudly, silencing her.
They stared at each other for a moment before Tiffany finally gave in. As much as her gut told her not to leave him, he was her husband and she believed he knew best, so she submitted to him. Jamal put his arms around her and held her tightly.
“I love you, Tiff. I don’t want anything to happen to you or our son.”
“I love you too, babe.” Tiff replied back. They held each other a little longer just listening to one another breathe. Finally, Jamal let her go.
“Go grab some things for you and ‘Mir real quick. Dad will be here in a few minutes,” he instructed her.
“Okay,” Tiffany replied quietly before heading upstairs to their bedrooms. She grabbed a Louie Vutton duffle bag and threw a few pairs of jeans, shirts and lounge-wear inside along with her under clothes and personal items. She was about to walk out of their bedroom when she saw a picture of her and Jamal on the mirror. His arms were around her and he was nibbling on her cheek while she laughed. The moment was so perfect. She pulled the picture from the mirror and stared at it for a while longer. She then heard the doorbell and knew that had to be Andre so she rushed to Jamir’s bedroom and grabbed some of his clothes along with his favorite stuffed froggy and a couple of bedtime stories that he liked.
“Tiff, we gotta roll babe, come on.” Jamal yelled up the stairs.
“I’m coming,” she yelled back to him. She looked around making sure she didn’t forget anything and then turned Jamir’s bedroom light out before closing the door behind her.
“Where’s Lil Man?” Andre asked.
“He’s with Deisha and Maurice. They were going to let him sleep over so me and Tiff could have a quiet night,” Jamal replied as he opened a small closet in the dining room. In the wall behind a few cases of water was a safe. Jamal opened it quickly and pulled some cash as well as a gun and two clips from it.
“I see Norman taught you well,” Andre smirked remembering the similar set up in his deceased brother’s home.
“Hell yeah,” Jamal replied as he quickly counted out five thousand. He handed the money to Tiffany. “No debit or credit card transactions. You understand me?” he said firmly. Tiffany nodded her head and put the money in her purse. He then handed her the gun and out of habit, she checked to make sure the clip was fully loaded and then chambered a round.
“Because a girl can’t be too safe in these crime ridden times,” she said, repeating what Jamal always taught her when he first began taking her to the shooting range in the beginning of their relationship. Andre smiled at her as he watched her put the safety on and stick it in the pants holster that she slipped on while she was upstairs.
“Alright, let’s go pick up Lil Man…” before Andre had a chance to finish what he was saying, a gun went off hitting him in the chest. He fell back into the table and slid to the floor.
“Dad!” Jamal yelled out. Tiffany snatched her gun from her waist and began shooting at two men coming through the front door. One of them pulled out a sawed off shot gun and Jamal pushed her behind the island.
“Go out the back,” Andre grimaced as he pulled both of his guns. “I’m okay, I have my vest on.” He fired over the top of the island to give them room to run. The two shooters jumped back and ducked. One had already been hit by Tiffany’s quick shooting. Though he had a vest on, it ripped through the side and he was bleeding profusely but still trying to go for the assigned kills.
Andre peeked from behind the counter and shot off a few more rounds. “Go!” he yelled to them. Jamal pulled his gun from his waist and they crawled hurriedly over to the basement door with Tiff heading down first. Jamal took a quick glance back at his father not wanting to leave him there when he heard Tiff’s gun go off in the basement. The loud boom from her glock caused him to jump. He snatched her by arm and jerked her back into the kitchen. They were trapped with a couple of guys coming through the basement and the one guy left in the living room. Tiffany fired into the living room to give herself a chance to jump to the next wall. She dumped her empty clip and put another one in as she looked at Jamal. Jamal nodded at her…
For those of you who have already read Love’s Deadly Masquerade, the ending may have given you the impression that another installment to A Thug’s Redemption was coming. Well, you are partially correct. Jamal, D-Ball, Andre and some of the other characters are back in another book and it’s called “A Thug’s Life Revisited.” Can y’all believe I wrote this book in 9 days?! Nine mutha-flubbin days!! That’s the fastest that I’ve ever written a full length novel! Before this, I wrote A Thug’s Redemption 3: The Wrath of Andre in three weeks and A Thug’s Redemption 2: Jamal’s Return in five weeks. I’m proud of myself.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news but one of the main characters from A Thug’s Redemption dies in this one. I know, I know! How could I do such a thing?! Cold hearted bitch, right? (sigh) I write what I see. And I saw one of them die. If I don’t write what I see, I won’t be able to write the book. It’s kinda like going against the grain, ya know? Who’s the guy on the cover with the gun, you ask? Remember D-Ball from the original series? Well let’s just say he’s uh… pissed in this book. I’m sure you all recognize Jamal from the other covers.
So I’m going to give you guys a little taste of what’s to come, so you have an idea of how juicy and action packed this book is. It sure to take you on a hell of an emotional ride from start to finish. But I’m positive you guys will love reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it.
It was another long day at the office for Jamal. He was completely swamped with a few cases that he and his partner Dante had recently closed out. Earlier during the day, a young man who only gave him the name George, had given him a package. With the size of his workload, he hadn’t had a chance to look through what was in the thick envelope. Jamal decided that he would put it off until the next day so he could get home in time to have dinner with his wife, Tiffany. Their two-year-old son was having a sleep over with Deisha and Maurice’s two children so they could finally have some alone time together. He promised Dante he would drop him off at home first.
“Yo homie, you ready to roll?” Dante asked as he approached Jamal’s desk.
“Yeah man, I was just finishing up,” Jamal replied as he stood up. He threw his jacket on and was about to walk away from his desk when he remembered the envelope that was given to him by George earlier that day. He snatched it up and he and Dante headed out of the precinct together.
“You never checked out what was in the envelope that dude gave to you earlier?” Dante asked as they walked over to the parking lot.
“Nah, I said I would look at it tomorrow since I’m off. Dude was real secretive about it like it was some Mission: Impossible type shit. It was weird.” He and Dante chuckled. Jamal took out his keys and hit the keyless starter. As soon as the car started, an explosion erupted lifting the car from the ground. The explosion caused multiple car alarms to go off and the blast knocked Jamal and Dante back into a wall. Jamal’s ears were ringing and his head and back hurt. Dante slowly moved to his knees and looked at Jamal in disbelief. Jamal looked at him wide-eyed.
“What the fuck was that?!” Dante yelled. Other cops ran from the precinct to see what happened.
Jamal shook his head with a look of shock written over his face. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Nah fuck this. You’re looking at that file tonight! Whatever is in it, they don’t want you to see it.” Dante grimaced. “Here we go again with this bullshit.”
Sirens from firetrucks and ambulances could be heard approaching the scene. A Sergeant from IAB stood in the window of the fifth floor looking down at what was going on. His cell phone rang.
“This is Rutkowski,” he answered as he continued to stare down below.
“What’s the result?” a male asked on the other end.
“Targets were missed. We’ll get them though,” Sergeant Rutkowski replied.
“That’s not the answer we were expecting,” the man on the phone said.
“I know, sir. My apologies.”
“Save your apologies. Next time, be more efficient.” The man disconnected the call and Rutkowski put his phone back in his pocket. He continued to stare down at the scenery as the fire fighters put out the flames to Jamal’s 2015 Acura RDX as he plotted on his next move against Jamal Williams and Dante Smith.
In other news, tonight at 9pm EST I am doing an interview with the fabulous Jeanette Sapphire Blue on Blog Talk Radio to disgust my new book, Love’s Deadly Masquerade and domestic violence. I want you guys to tune in and feel free to join in the conversation as well. Domestic Violence is very serious and many women suffer from it daily. Call 646-668-2123 and hang out with us on the event page on Facebook
I meant to make this post last month to show some of the promotional material I put together to give to readers who bought copies of my book and also for those who want to purchase them separately. I’m so in love with the logo that was created for me by a good buddy from high-school that I want to showcase it EVERY-WHERE! Honestly, I want it to become a house-hold logo like coco-cola, Pepsi and other items. I posted pictures of them on Instagram and Facebook and people loved them. I appreciate the support of those who hurriedly purchased pens and mugs. I had no idea that they would go so quickly which is why I only ordered a few. As soon as I have more in stock, I will post the word as well as how these awesome items can be purchased. For people who are buying the entire A Thug’s Redemption series at once, expect a mug and pen to arrive with your title, gifts from me to show my appreciation for supporting my work!
I got so many positive responses from the shirt that I had made “Unapologetically Black” that I decided to make a few more designs. I wore my “Unapologetically Black” shirt a few days after Destiny wore hers when it was nice and sunny outside and I didn’t have to wear a jacket. Unfortunately, my truck has been in the shop for a little over a week so I was at the mercy of Septa (boo-fucking-hoo LOL) As I was sitting on the bus with my afro and my “pro black” shirt on, blasting Michael Jackson’s “Man in the Mirror”, I noticed that an older gentleman kept trying to peek at my shirt to see what it said. When I got off the bus at my son’s school, since I was a few minutes late, I decided to stop in the store and grab him some snacks. Out of habit, I picked at my fro to make sure it was still flyy and I noticed a rather handsome brother across the street was watching me. When I was passing him, he said to me “Dope shirt, sis.” I smiled and said “thank you” in return. But as I was coming out of the store, here come the cops, rolling up on the side walk like a crime was being committed because these young guys were hanging in front of the store. They were bothering anyone, wasn’t making a ruckus, just shooting the breeze on a warm, spring like day. I’m thinking to myself, shit, I picked a bad day to wear this shit LOL. I hurried along my way because I didn’t want either one of those patty rollers catching feelings over my shirt and deciding that I “looked like a person of interest.” Next thing you know, I’m a hashtag on social media and folks are speculating about what happened to me. But quite a few people asked me where I got my shirt from and I couldn’t help but answer with a smile and with pride as I told them that I designed the shirt. Thankfully, I was smart enough to remember to bring my business cards with me and gave them to the people who were interested in my shirt so they could place their orders. From those interactions, I also accumulated a few new readers and sold five copies of my books.
When I got home, I sat in front of my laptop and made a few more designs. I share everything with my home-girl Kytten and started sending her pictures of the shirts I was designing. I even began designing custom wine glasses. She told me about the site www.spreadshirt.com and I immediately set up shop. Now I am ready to unveil my designs to my readers and supporters. From logo tees, short sleeve and long sleeve, tanks and hoodies for men, women and children, as well as onesies, I created trendy, comfortable and catchy apparel to catch the eye of on-lookers no matter which look you rock. The cool thing about it I can put the proceeds towards developing my production company so that I can branch off into film. Having my books translate over to the big-screen is a huge dream of mine and I really am hoping that this year I can begin to make it a reality. Check out the designs below!
These are the wine glasses that I designed. I have to tweak them a bit so that the design shows up on the glasses transparent.
Look forward to these becoming available very soon!
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