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15 Oct



Enchanted Keepsakes

The Sexy Scribblers are stirring up a little magic with our latest series, Enchanted Keepsakes. Fourteen tales of romance, mystery, and of course, enchantment!


My story, Legacy, set in 1930s Detroit, centers around a charmed locket that brings two unlikely lovers together. 


In 1930s Detroit, Jackson Chandler owns the most successful speakeasy in Black Bottom, one of the city’s poorest sections of town. Born into a family of wealth, he’s lived most of his life trying to distance himself from his uncle, a notorious cathouse owner. But with prohibition, a spoiled fiancée, and his family’s nefarious reputation, he’s got his own problems. When his club’s rumrunner is murdered by mobsters, things go from bad to worse. He needs a replacement, fast. With his legacy at stake, Jackson will do anything to protect his name and his club—including offering the job to someone no one would expect.
Jolene Edwards has seen her share of hard times. With a terminally ill grandmother to support, she does whatever is necessary to survive during the nation’s Great Depression. When an opportunity to become a rumrunner lands in her lap, she leaps at the chance to make enough money to lift herself out of poverty. The stakes are high. Transporting liquor illegally means danger, possible imprisonment, and dealing with Jackson Chandler, a man she can’t stand, but one she fights her attraction to from the moment they meet.
When the two realize they both have a connection to the same gold locket, they begin to see each other in a new light. One night, a near-fatal accident throws them together and forever changes their destiny.



“I’m coming back for my locket,” Jolene vowed. “I just need this money for a short term loan. When I get my promotion next week, I’ll be able to buy it back.”
The shop owner nodded. “I can tell you have a deep attachment to it.”
Jolene had a much deeper attachment to her grandma. The old woman had raised her since Mama died twenty years ago. Now, at age twenty-four, Jolene tried to take care of Orlean the best way she could. She slid the money into the deep pockets of her coat as she thought about the medicine this would buy.
The bell jingled at the shop’s front door.
“Hello!” a man’s voice bellowed. “Anyone here?”
“Excuse me for a moment,” the woman said to Jolene.
Jolene wandered near the back of the antique store, her eyes sliding across a bookshelf loaded down with oddities. Old paper fans. Engraved metal boxes. A tall lamp in the shape of a parrot. This shop really did have something for everyone.
“I’m looking for a gift for a woman,” Jolene heard the man’s deep voice caress the air. Goosebumps pricked her forearms. What kind of man owned such a velvet voice?
“It can’t be just any gift,” a second man added. “Because the woman ain’t just any woman. It’s his soon-to-be-fiancée.”
Jolene hid behind a dress form draped in a Victorian dress. The full taffeta skirts and puffed sleeves provided the perfect hiding spot for her to view two men. They both wore fine, long cashmere coats over dark suits with polished, wingtip shoes. The tallest one was staggeringly handsome, so much so that Jolene grasped the dress form’s padded shoulder to steady her wobbly knees.
The man’s sable gaze languidly roamed the room. His broad nose dipped into full lips and a strong chin. His coal-colored, pencil-thin mustache was the only hair she could see until he removed the black fedora covering his head. His close-cropped dark hair was exactly what she’d expected. The man was as sharp as a new tack.
Both his clothing and the powerful way he stood—as though he owned the place—indicated a quiet strength ready to be unleashed at the slightest provocation. A bowtie hung loose around his starched, white collar as if waiting until the last moment to be tied. Could it be that he wasn’t comfortable getting all gussied up?
At that moment, long mahogany fingers reached up and tugged on his collar, confirming her suspicions. Something or someone had made him dress up for the occasion.
The shorter, thick-necked man was identical in appearance, and based on his resemblance, she figured the two were related. She didn’t see colored men this dapper on a regular basis—not even in Vincent’s place, and he catered to an upscale clientele.
The shop owner approached him. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“I’m looking for a gift for a woman.”
“Only the best for Jackson Chandler’s woman,” the shorter man quipped.
Jolene almost knocked over the dress form.
Jackson Chandler!
She’d heard the Chandler name whispered in awe by wealthy and poor folks alike. Jackson was the nephew of Lincoln Chandler, the notorious proprietor of The Honey Pot, a cathouse that catered to well-to-do clients, both colored and white. Of course, the front façade was merely that—a front. Lincoln had the audacity to operate it as a real condiments store, complete with homemade jams, jellies, sauces, and honey.
But everyone knew what went on in the bowels of that den of sin. The Honey Pot was rumored to be rife with underground tunnels and an elaborate setup of rooms to house his working girls.
Jackson owned Chandler’s, a successful speakeasy, which he’d vainly named after himself. In all these years, she’d never laid eyes on any of the Chandler men. Now, she finally knew what two of them looked like. She was disgusted by her reaction to Jackson. How could she have found him remotely attractive? He was spawned by a family of flesh-peddlers!
The brothers were quite a pair. Jackson was a ruthless businessman. Monroe was a known womanizer. It was time she high-tailed it out of here before she said something to them she would end up regretting.
While the men had their backs to her, she tiptoed toward the front of the store.
She’d almost made it to the door when she stepped on a rickety board. The old wood groaned beneath her feet, crashing her hopes for a quick getaway. She cursed under her breath, as she kept walking, determined to escape. Her goal was to make it to that red door, flee into the dark streets, and be swallowed up by the black night.
But fate was not on her side. The frayed hem of her tattered coat snagged the corner of a metal desk and tugged her back. She lost her balance momentarily, flailing her arms in an attempt to stay upright. Her shoes refused to cooperate. She teetered on her heels before falling backwards. The room tilted as she went down. Her heart slammed against her ribcage. Just when she thought she would collide with the floor, a cloud of soft cashmere wrapped around her.
She didn’t know whether to be relieved or annoyed when the pair of strong arms caught her. She looked up and stared directly into the handsome face of Jackson Chandler. Her breath hitched. Up close, the man was even more striking. His black licorice eyes held hers hostage. His woodsy cologne invaded her senses. His embrace was protective and confident. His full lips looked…kissable.
A tangle of emotions whipped through her. Fear. Excitement. Desire. Confusion. The one she clung to was indignation. How dare he arouse these feelings in her? And even worse, how dare her body respond?
“Well, are you going to hold me prisoner all day?” she demanded. “Or are you going to let me go?”


Available for pre-order October 24th.


Each story has a separate release date. To see all the stories in the Enchanted Keepsakes series, visit us at Sexy Scribblers. http://sexyscribblers.com/mbdb_series/enchanted-keepsakes/


“I’m not a one-night stand yet, but I have high hopes.”

9 Aug

high hopes

Sylvie made her way into the kitchen, where the aroma of food lured her like Hansel and Gretel. She zeroed in a mountain of ribs stacked high on a silver platter resting on the soapstone counter top. Yum. She’d attended too many stuffy charity events lately where caviar was a staple on the menu.  She just couldn’t resist some good old-fashioned hog. She grabbed a Styrofoam plate, loaded it up, and plopped onto a bar stool perched at the counter.

That was where Ace found her moments later—happily munching on spare ribs that practically fell off the bone.

“Mmm, can I get some of those,” he teased.

“There’s more over there,” she motioned toward the platter.

“I don’t want a lot, just a sample.”

The tone of his voice indicated he wasn’t referring to the food.

She grinned as he sidled up to her. Charmingly predictable. There must be some rule about eating ribs with a bare chested hunk in the host’s kitchen. She licked the thick flavorful sauce from her fingers. “Too bad,” she taunted. “You’ll have to find your own sample.”

Quicker than she could blink, Ace closed in on her and grasped her wrists. She watched, mesmerized as he licked the barbeque sauce from her fingers. His mouth was hot. His tongue, nothing short of talented.

Sparks of desire blasted through her. If this was the foreplay, she had to admit, she was damned ready to taste the main course. As Ace sucked and nibbled, heat pooled between her legs. Jeez, she would never eat ribs again without thinking of this moment.

A throat cleared in the background. “You know we have hand soap for that.”

Sylvie’s head whipped around to see an older woman walking toward the stainless steel Sub Zero refrigerator. Oh, God! Tyrek’s mom. How embarrassing.

“Uh, Mrs. Powers, were just…”

“Um hmm. I know what y’all were just…doing,” the shrewd matriarch admonished. “You and your boyfriend need to go find a room.”

Ace grinned. Sylvie wriggled free and shoved at his chest, not caring if she got remnants of the sticky sauce on his firm pecs.

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh, really?” Mrs. Powers opened a drawer on the fridge and lifted a tray of pre-prepared shish-ka-bobs out. “So, he’s just a one night stand, huh?”

Sylvie’s jaw dropped. She was so shocked she couldn’t say anything. The woman had no idea of how close she’d come to the truth.

Ace drawled. “I’m not a one-night stand, yet ma’am. But I have high hopes.”



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Natural Hair Odyssey

5 Jan

For the past 4 years I’ve enjoyed being natural. I started my journey in January 2012. I’ve learned much about myself, my hair, and the hair industry in general. I’ve suffered no lack of creativity in hairstyles. Indeed, I’ve found my natural hair can be even more versatile than I’d ever imagined.


For 2016, I’ve decided to rock a short straight cut. To do this, I elected to go back to a relaxer. One thing I’ve learned from wearing a super short ‘fro in 2014 is that it’s just hair. I can grow it, color it, straighten it, curl it, slick it, blow dry it, be natural, be relaxed, cut it off, and start all over again. It’s my prerogative. No matter how I’ve worn my hair, my favorite product has been Wen. Natural or relaxed, it just works for me.


Here’s my new ‘do and my Natural Hair Odyssey in hair in review.



Oct 2012 (me and hubby parasailing in St. Thomas)

march 2013

March 2013


Oct 2013

October 2013

feb 2013

2014 (still natural, just pressed & flat ironed)



June 2014

June 2014

aug 2014

Aug 2014 (hubby chopped it all off for me in time for the cruise)

Oct 2014

Oct 2014 (not fried, but died and laid to the side)


January 2016



26 Sep


I can’t believe it’s officially fall. Normally, I hate fall because it signals the end of the year. I don’t like endings. I like beginnings and fresh starts. That’s why I like sunrises, and not sunsets. I think spring and summer are filled with so much promise. Fall and winter…not so much. At any rate, I’m learning to embrace fall with the help of my Sexy Scribbler friends. Twelve talented and bestselling authors who are revolutionizing the literary world. Well, not really. But we are compiling a fall box set for 2016. So, stay tuned for more details.

To wrap up my year, I’ll be rounding it out with a blog tour. A shout out to all of the wonderful authors who are hosting me. Also, I couldn’t have done this without the help of Crystal. She’s awesome! Check out the tour schedule below. If you want to sign up for the Rafflecopter grand prize, visit Reviews by Crystal

In the meantime, happy pumpkin hunting or leave raking, or whatever it is you fall lovers do.

P.S. The title of this blog has nothing to do with this post. It’s just that I hate blogging, too. But a smart author once told me the key to a successful blog is in the title. So, I figured everyone loves a cowboy. And what woman can resist a cupcake? So, I put them both together, and viola!

Tune in next week for “Kitten Surfs 40-foot Wave in Australia.”


September 25
ELF The Reading Addict
London Saint James

September 28
Vicki Batman

September 29
Fictional Rendezvous

September 30
Rae’s Books and Recipes

October 1
Crystal Chaotic Confessions
Tina Gayle

October 2
Jessie Clever

October 6
Verna Loves Books

October 21
Thoughts in Progress

October 30
Romancing the Readers

November 1
Dawn’s Book Nook

November 2
Alisha Robinson

November 3
Kate Hill

November 18
Kam’s Place

November 19
Nicole’s Book Musings

December 4
Romance Lives Forever

Sexy Scribblers Teaser

3 Jul

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Episode 1 by Chanta Rand

Website: http://www.chantarand.com/


He smelled bacon.

He mentally struggled with whether to get up and eat or to lay comatose.

Comatose felt good.

Eating would mean dealing with his cotton-dry mouth and the insistent pounding at his hotel door.

He rolled over in his king-sized bed and cracked an eye open. His gaze landed on a plate stacked with strips of bacon, and a mountain of scrambled eggs slathered in Tabasco sauce—just the way he liked them.

He’d eaten the same breakfast ever since he’d bought this hotel years ago. Everything was as it should be, except for the idiot at his door. Who had the balls to disturb him after a night of…hell, what had he been doing last night?

His mind barreled through his memory bank until he remembered. Oh yeah, he’d gotten shitfaced with his cousin, Willard and his brother, Bubba. He could hold his liquor better than the average man, but last night he had a good reason for getting tanked.

Grumbling, he tossed his sheets aside and slid out of the bed stark naked. He yanked on a pair of jeans he found discarded on the carpet in the bedroom of his suite. He hobbled barefoot to the front room, but he pulled up short when he saw a buxom blonde sit up on the couch and wipe the sleep from her eyes. The words, Big Tits Ain’t a Crime stretched across the front of her tight t-shirt.

Incredulous, he rasped, “What the hell are you doing here, Anita?”

She yawned. “Hope you don’t mind, Reed. I crashed on your couch. But don’t worry. You and me didn’t do nuthin’. You was too drunk.”

Thank God!  Sex was so much better when he had the memories to rewind.

“I don’t have to be at work for a few hours,” she added, a flicker of hope dancing across her cherub face. “I got time for a quickie.”

Anita was a maid at his hotel. In addition to her irritating habit of using her key to get into his room, she was also engaged to Willard. Reed enjoyed a good fuck, but not at the expense of someone’s fiancé.

“Some other time,” he lied as he walked with a slight limp toward the door. The hangover was temporary. The limp wasn’t. Most everybody in town knew how he’d sustained his injury. Women thought the cane he used was sexy. There was no accounting for female reasoning. His family had run this town for three generations. Power was one hell of an aphrodisiac.

He hoped Willard wasn’t on the other side of that door with a pair of steel knuckles. Of course, it could be the police, too. He’d been known to raise hell during a night of drinking. But, he didn’t take the cops seriously. He’d gone to middle school with half of ‘em and played varsity football with the other half.

When he opened the door, he stared into the face of a strange woman. She was graced with high cheekbones, a mane of raven hair, and a long, slender neck he would love to sink his teeth into. Her stunning sable skin was marred only by the tight scowl she gave him. It was obvious she had a bone to pick. Adam had already sacrificed a rib for men everywhere. Reed would be damned if he let this beauty take one of his.


Want more? Each day a new episode will be posted. Episode 2 posts tomorrow. Stay tuned!

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About Chanta Rand

Chanta Rand has been a matchmaker since she found a boyfriend for her best friend in the seventh grade. Today, she’s putting that talent to use every time she brings an alpha hero and a headstrong heroine together in one of her many steamy novels.

Chanta is a multi-published author of contemporary and historical romances, and the former host of The Chanta Rand Show. After obtaining a Bachelor’s Degree in Finance, she finally felt free to pursue her passion for writing. She made her publishing debut in 2010, with her first historical romance, Pharaoh’s Desire. In 2012, she won the Emma Award for Debut Author of the Year for her contemporary romance, The Highest Bidder. This novel also earned the #2 spot on Amazon’s Top 10 List of Sports Romance.

Chanta lives in Dallas, Texas with her husband. She’s a history junkie, a Walking Dead fan, and a recovering shoe addict. She never met a stiletto she didn’t like! If you still want more, check her out at www.ChantaRand.com or email her at Chanta@chantarand.com.

Love Under Construction – Book 2

11 Oct
Blueprint for Love Final

Available October 20, 2014

What does a sassy owner of a construction company have in common with a down-on-his-luck ex-con? On the surface, it would seem nothing. But oh, baby, brewing beneath their apparent dislike of each other is a raging tempest of sexual desire.

If you or anyone you know is looking for an erotic interracial read, you’ll love reading about single mother, Ronnie Jones and her smooth-talking foreman, Vic Romano.

BLUEPRINT FOR LOVE is now available for pre-order. It’s Book 2 in my Love Under Construction Series. You can read an excerpt on my website at www.ChantaRand.com. If you like what you see, you can click the link on my site or the link below, and the book will automatically be delivered to your Kindle on October 20th. If you don’t have a Kindle, don’t worry. You can download the Amazon app to any cell phone or computer.


If you’re a member of my newsletter, you’ll be receiving a separate email with a link to read the first three chapters for free before it’s released to the public. If you haven’t signed up for my newsletter, shame on you! You should sign up so you can get all of my updates, as well as some fabulous swag. In the meantime, happy reading!

Hot Chocolate and Sexy Cowboys

18 Sep

Loving pair kissing in hammock

Welcome to the Fall into Romance Blog Hop!

Over 100 authors are participating in this hop and we’re all offering tons of prizes and fabulous swag, including a Grand Prize of one $75 Amazon gift card!

So, what do you need to do? Use your little index finger to click www.hopswithheart.blogspot.com. That’s where you’ll find a list of all the authors and their blogs. Every blog has their own giveaway. The more blogs you visit, the more swag you can win!

To enter the Grand Prize Giveaway,simply click on the Rafflecopter Giveaway link (One entry per person). The Grand Prize winner will be notified via email on Tuesday, September 23rd, and the results will be posted on www.hopswithheart.blogspot.com.

Click below to REGISTER for the GRAND PRIZE!

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In the meantime, if you’re a reader who loves romance, you’ve come to the right place. My motto is: You can’t expect any sizzle if you don’t turn up the heat!

It doesn’t get any hotter than my erotic novella, TOO HOT TO HANDLE. What goes better in the fall than hot chocolate, a roaring fireplace, and a sexy cowboy? I can’t supply the fireplace, but I can definitely provide the chocolate and the cowboy. I’m offering one lucky winner a FREE eBook of TOO HOT TO HANDLE and a $20 Starbucks card (so you can get your own hot chocolate and do whatever you want with it)!

In TOO HOT TO HANDLE, my hero, Mason Kincade is tall, dark, handsome – and rich. He’s also coarse, ill-mannered and set in his ways. Having spent most of his life on his family’s sprawling ranch near Houston, Texas, Mason has neither the need nor the desire to interact with the wealthy upper crust. The problem is his new fiancée is a wealthy Chicago socialite, the epitome of class and elegance. Determined to refine Mason, she hires noted image consultant, Jewell Davenport to work a miracle in time for their wedding ceremony, which has been touted as the social event of the season.

Jewell Davenport is the image consultant to the stars. Her sense of style and breeding has helped her single-handedly transform even the worst ugly ducklings into beautiful swans. When the daughter of a wealthy hotel magnate hires Jewell to transform Mason into a respectable gentleman, Jewell accepts without a second thought. But one look at the rugged cowboy and she knows she’s got her work cut out for her. She wonders if this will be just another extreme makeover or will Mason be too hot to handle?

I’ve had a fascination with cowboys since I can remember. It didn’t matter if they were mythical western icons like Wyatt Earp, country cowboys like George Strait and Tim McGraw, or cowboy actors, like Blair Underwood in the movie, Posse. Yummy is the only word that comes to mind. There’s just something about a rough and rugged cowboy that melts my panties. I’m looking for people who share my passion for these alpha men.

You can be entered to win a FREE ebook of TOO HOT TO HANDLE and a $20 Starbucks card by leaving your comment to the following question:


That’s it. That’s all ya gotta do. I’ll choose one reader at random by Wednesday, September 24!

For more books by me, look me up on Amazon, Smashwords, or Barnes & Noble. Until then – happy blog hopping!