Monday, July 16, 2012

A Minute With Author Deatri King-Bey

What's Your Name and the title or titles of your books?

 Deatri King-Bey and I’d like to introduce my latest title, Tease, the last book in the Write Brothers Series and the eBox set of the entire Write Brothers series, Sons 4 Sale.

What genre do you normally write in?

  Romance with a good dose of reality.

Could you tell us just a little about yourself?

 I started in the publishing industry over a decade ago as a developmental editor at Third World Press, Inc. the oldest African American owned publishing house in the country. My first published title was released in 2006 and since then I have 15 titles under my belt. On a personal note, I’ve been married 25 years to my hero and we have three beautiful daughters and the three greatest grandchildren EVER.

Will you give us a brief overview of your latest, or if you prefer, your favorite book?

TEASE: After Eva caught her fiancĂ© in bed with her cousin, she swore she'd never be played for the fool again. Now the ultimate bed-hopper—Tyler Write, has set his sights on her and she’s having difficulty resisting him.
Tyler can have any woman except the one he truly wants—Eva Simpson. Smooth lines and sweet talk won't work with her. To have a chance at Eva’s heart, he’ll have to show her who he really is.

Purchase this eBook from Amazon, Barnes & Noble. The print version will be released in a few weeks.

SONS 4 SALE (Write Brothers Series eBox Set): If Gloria Write hears “There are no good Black men…” one more time, she’ll scream. She has four sons who fit the bill and not one is married.  Desperate times call for desperate action. During the course of four novels, Gloria sets out to ensure her sons marry. The eBox set includes all four Write Brother novels.

Purchase the eBox set for $7.99 or each novel for $2.99 from Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

Are you working on anything new at the moment?

 My current work in progress is Hell Hath No Fury, book II of the dangerously-sexy Black Widow and the Sandman series I write with Curtis Alcutt as L. L. Reaper. By the way, the eBook versions of Black Widow and the Sandman are discounted from $5.99 to $2.99 during the Christmas in July sale I’m participating in.

What one statement would you like to make that you think our audience and your readers might benefit from?

 Learn from your past, prepare for the future, and live in the now.

How can someone follow you if they want to stay abreast of what you are doing?

 Visit my blog at, or twitter @deatrikingbey or @LLReaper

Thank you for allowing me to give insight into myself and novels. I appreciate it and you. Have a fantastic rest of the week.
Deatri King-Bey

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

EBook Gift Copies "His Wife's Diary (Love Bites)"

Giving away 3  EBook gift copies of "His Wife's Diary (Love Bites)  by Tess Allen to the first three people who can EMAIL (  the relationship between Emma Maywood and the main character in the Tess Allen short story,  "A Bundle Tied in Red".

"His Wife's Diary (Love Bites)" gift copies are for either Kindle or Nook! Have fun! (No purchases required - just your knowledge!)

 Please Email your answers and your contact email address. Deadline extended!  We'll share the names of those receiving Gift Copies on this blog very soon!

Saturday, May 19, 2012

His Wife's Diary (Love Bites) - Settings & Atmosphere Fiction Kudos
One of the Best for Settings & Atmosphere Fiction currently on Barnes & Noble. Check it out now!

Monday, March 19, 2012

A Bundle Tied in Red

This Amazon exclusive, "A Bundle Tied in Red", is one that people are talking about with stunned faces and open mouths. It is a shocker, not what you're expecting, but something it will almost certainly be a long, long time before you forget it. 

It is a short, short story but in the minimalist style of Tess Allen which has left some to say "Tess Allen wrote this short story with just enough words that nothing else needs to be said." Another,  "This is a very, very short story, but I found it to be impactful." And, yet someone else, "That was THEE BEST short story I've EVER read!!!!! I was frozen in awe of what happened!!!! WOW!!!! THANK YOU :)"

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Sunday, March 18, 2012

Sample Chapter Excerpt - His Wife's Diary

Excerpt - His Wife's Diary (Love Bites) - From Chapter One

Chapter One

Don’t they realize I can hear them? Yes, I’m sick, but I’m not dead yet. How could he be so heartless? I can hear them!

India Reinhart couldn’t stand to read anymore, at least not now. Her heart was aching and she wished she had never found the diary. Wished she had never gone to the yard sale in Mission Hills last Saturday and picked up that box of autographed books. Little did she know that it also contained the diary wrapped in a piece of burgundy silk buried underneath them, this diary that now was driving her to tears.
She threw the leather-bound book with its gilded edges across the room. It hit the wall with a thud and she cringed. She hadn’t meant to do that, but the way it was making her feel she didn’t know what else to do.
Shaking, she grabbed her phone and dialed her best friend Jewel Capri’s number. Moments later Jewel answered groggily but India barely gave her a chance to say hello.
“I took your advice, Jewel. I started reading that darned thing and I really, really, really wish I hadn’t.”
She could hear Jewel catch her breath on the other end. “India? What are you talking about? Girl it better be good, calling me and waking me up at 2:00 in the morning!”
“The diary, the diary I told you I found in that box of old books. I started reading it tonight and it is breaking my heart,” India said, her voice cracking. “It seems to have belonged to a woman who may have been dying and it sounds like her husband was cheating on her – cheating right up under her nose.”
“Ooh, no wonder you are upset. That’s terrible.”
“Yes, I’m upset!”
“You know the only reason I suggested that you might want to read some of the diary India was that maybe you would find out who it belonged to, remember? To return it to them, that’s what we talked about.”
“I know, but, Jewel,” India said calming down a little. “Look, I’m sorry to wake you up like this, it’s just, well, you know.”
“Maybe you ought to just get rid of it. I don’t think I’d read anymore of it if I were you.” Jewel said softly.
India shook her head violently even though Jewel couldn’t see her, the wild cascade of tightly coiled curls whipping her face. She was shocked by how emotional she was at the moment and sorry she had called and awakened Jewel in Dallas, but they both knew that Jewel was about the only one she could talk to who would understand why the words on the page of the diary had hit her so hard.
She was only a year out of her own relationship with a lying cheating skunk and the letters in the scrawny slanted handwriting on those diary pages had been like a scalpel re-opening her own wounds.

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Saturday, February 25, 2012

New Release from Tess Allen - "The View from Suite 2100"

It's here! The latest release from Tess Allen.

Meet Rowena Wilkes...
She's a self-made millionaire several times over and reigns over a diverse hand full of intriguing businesses, but you'd never know it by the man in her life or the woman in his who makes her life a living hell. Neither would you expect her to be caught up in something so trivial but yet so damaging as what is threatening to bring her whole world crashing down around her feet.


The View from Suite 2100


I’m Rowena Justina. At least that’s what my family always calls me, Rowena Justina. I think they like the way it rolls off their tongue. But my friends call me Ro. My whole name is Rowena Justina Wilkes.
To be honest, some folks call me Dorothy in Technicolor. I’m from Kansas and I’ve definitely clicked my heels a time or two hoping to find my way home after making some very wrong turns and ending up in a few terrifying Lands of Oz of my own making. Actually, I’m in one of those now, and talk about bumping heads with the Wicked Witch of the North! Believe me, I know exactly who that cow is, but then that’s another issue entirely.
I’m 5’2”, Ethiopian brown, turned 37 last month, and can easily pass for ten years younger as long as I keep my hair cut short and my lips painted a soft, innocent pink. Innocent!  I am learning that there are degrees of innocence. Although I have never lived hard, I assure you it would blow my friends away if they knew half the truth about what’s currently going on in my life.
Alexia, Melayne, and Becca would argue anyone into the ground if they were to try to make them believe what I’ve gotten myself into. I can even imagine them riding upon my haters like they were a posse from the old west, rushing to my defense and threatening to give my detractors an unsophisticated beat down for daring to insult my integrity, (despite how upstanding and proper they pride themselves on being). You see, my friends love me just like I love them, but I’m not at all sure they’ll feel that way after Friday.
Ah, Friday. I wonder if I’ve forgotten anything I’ll need on Friday. No need to try to rack my brain now. I can attend to those things later. Right now I need to stay focused, which hasn’t been easy lately. With all the balls I keep juggling, it’s a wonder I’m able to keep any of them up in the air.
As you know, I’m an entrepreneur?  My friends like to brag about me, but I’m not entirely sure they really know exactly what all I do. I own a handful of small businesses. At least they are considered small by the Small Business Administrations’ standard, which is a good thing since with some of my firms that allows me to take advantage of a lot of exciting and profitable opportunities designed for small American businesses, especially those owned by women. My companies include RJW Commercial Realty, Afri-Trade Export Company, Maximum Shine Booking Agency, and, my newest and probably my most intriguing venture, 2-of-A Kind, Inc.
I like to laugh and say that I’ve made my first million at least three times already. It’s too bad that number is so overrated. I actually thought when I got there, when I could honestly say I’d acquired those seven digits, I’d be whole. I’m not. Not by a long shot.
I want to make it clear that I’m not engaging in a little pity party. Rather I’m in the midst of a reckoning, as the old folk would say where I come from. You make your bed hard you’ve got to lay in it. I’ve been trying to prepare myself for the possible consequences of my actions mentally, but just trying to think through this mess is wearing my nerves to shreds. I’ve really wound up taking my tension out on my friends to some extent.
 I was a little testy the last time we had a sister session at Magic Hands, but I tried to check myself. Apparently I was especially snappy and uptight a few weeks before when everyone stopped by my house for an impromptu evening. I must have been unusually brisk in my interactions with Becca, whom I really adore, at least until Alexia took me to task. She tends to be our sergeant-at-arms when things get out of balance.
“Hey Ro,” Alexia had finally said, following me into the kitchen at my row house in Georgetown. “What’s up with you? Why are you treating Becca like that?”
Alexia doesn’t beat around the bush. Of the three, she’s my closest friend, or, at least through the years, she has been. “And just how am I treating her?” I asked defensively. “I’m just telling her the truth! Getting involved with Marcus – the father of her step sister’s twins, for goodness sake, Alexia - is inconceivable to me. What is she thinking?”
“She isn’t,” Alexia said quietly, laying a hand on my shoulder gently. “Her heart is. Normally, you’d be the first to understand that.”
Alexia was right. Normally I would be. With all I’ve been through with Drew David Ardmore III I should be the very last person to offer a less than charitable opinion about anyone’s affairs. I think dealing with Drew and the Ardmore’s over the years has served to erode my sense of well-being. Before Drew happiness was the rule of my day, not its exception. Before Drew I knew exactly who I was and exactly where I wanted to go. Truthfully, before Drew, my life had nothing in common with this endless circle of confusion.


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