Jade’s Pastime (The Jaded Hearts Club)


Available on Amazon


Available on Amazon

Jade’s favorite pastime…

images (2)Jade is a simple creature with complicated tastes. When she’s not immersed in her work, or in a tug-o-war love triangle, there are a few things that she loves to do. She’s a journalist at heart, but her true passion is listening to music.

She learned to appreciate a variety of music at an early age. Her otherwise strict grandmother had an eclectic music collection. Saturday mornings while she cleaned, she would blast Soca & Calypso tunes that reminded her of her Jamaican roots, Aretha Franklin, and even a few salsa tunes. Jade also garnered an appreciation for big band and swing artists from the old black and white films that they used to watch together. She expanded on this interest by joining the school band as a baritone sax player. Every now and then, she pulls out her old horn and blows it out.
growing up


19331-800wIn 2002 Jade was 15 years old. Having a social life was a no go, so music became her entertainment. Destiny’s Child, Beyonce, Greenday, and Justin Timberlake performed for her on the regular. Growing up in the heart of Miami, she was no stranger to the heavy bass beats of rappers like Trina, and Trick Daddy. Even though she had to sneak these explicit songs via her iPod earbuds, she spent countless nights in front of her mirror dancing to her local stars.

She also spent most summers in Brooklyn, NY with her Aunt Vivian and cousin Jackie. There she developed a deep infatuation with Hip Hop and Reggae. The chrishell-61Notorious BIG was notably one of BK’s most revered rappers and became Jade’s favorite, his Sky’s the Limit is one of her all time favorites.


NY Influence

Coming into adulthood was a pivotal time in Jade’s life. The passing of her grandmother, when Jade was 18, images (4)revcame as a hard blow to her already sensitive psyche. Besides her best friend Colleen and her then boyfriend/fiance Evan, music was what she used to cope. Faced with the challenges of raising her younger brother, starting college, and entering into her first serious relationship, all while mourning her loss, she needed an escape. She submerged herself  in dark and meaningful songs with lyrics she could identify with, and party tunes that allowed her to dance her cares away.

jades 20s part 2

Jades 20s


Jade rounds out her musical tastes with a secret love of soulful ballads. Put on some Al Green, Hall and Oates, The Manhattans or even The Isley Brothers and she’s putty in your hand. 😉

Just Jade

Writer vs. Author! #ASMSG

I’m baaaaaaccccckkkkkk!

Where did I go, you ask? Oh, you didn’t even know I was gone, you say… Well in either case, I’m here once again. I suppose you can say I took a break, a breather, a short sabbatical, or just earned my true author wings and decided to become an introvert for a few months. What is it about authors and writers with that? I really admire those authors who can balance being the social media belle of the ball, and also pump out ten books a year. Clearly, I am not that kind of author. I need time to marinate on my stories, and watch them grow into something bigger. And once they’ve come to fruition, I may or may not publish.







See, that’s part of why I needed a little break. I had fallen into some sort of self-publishing wind tunnel where I felt like I needed to focus on production. I wanted to be apart of everything. Write, write, write! Join this group! Watch this trend! Hit publish!! I set goals that were impossible for me to accomplish organically. Then I felt pressure. Mind you, this is all coming from me. So I needed to refocus. The real problem was that as a writer, not all of my stories are for public consumption. I write because that’s what I love to do. It doesn’t mean that I have to share every single project with the world. I never did before, so why was I trying to do that now? I don’t know. So, I took a break. No more interviews, no more hosting blog tours. Nothing that required that I log on at a certain day or time. I finished up some projects that I was working on, and I started some new ones. I’m letting the creativity flow, instead of trying to dictate it. And now, I feel like me again. The writer, who is also an author. 

Sunday Sneak Peek – Grave Possession by Angel Lawson

Sneak Peek Sunday

In Shadow BoundWraith readers met Jane Watts. Seventeen and scared. Her classmates thought she was a freak and her best friend was a ghost. With the help of the school’s resident bad boy, Connor Jacobs, she found a way to find a balance between the living in the dead, while almost losing her own life.

In Shadow Bound Jane found herself with both a real life boyfriend and best friend, but struggled with the weight of her family “gift.” As she learned more about her abilities the more she encountered the dark side of death–and what it does to the people you love.

On February 18th the Wraith Series comes to a gripping end.




These aren’t the words Jane ever expected to use to describe herself, but in the years since she first began seeing ghosts things have changed. A lot. Jane has spent the last two years losing one person after the other. Both dead and alive. But this year things will be different. She’s entering her freshman year of art school, rooming with her best friend Ava and has a new boyfriend. Oh, and she’s no longer afraid that she’s Shadow Bound with a direct connection to ghosts. In fact, she’s learned to use her abilities for her benefit.

Jane soon discovers she can’t walk away from her past. The wounds from her battle with Charlotte are deep and no matter what she tells herself, the break up with Connor weighs heavy on her heart. Balancing these emotions prove to be a weakness for her and Jane finds herself in a fight against the most dangerous spirits she’s encountered yet.


Grave Possession

The buzzing razor grazed over my ear, sending vibrations across my scalp, down to my jaw. Each pass felt like a weight being lifted.

Ava smiled from the chair next to mine, swiveling back and forth. When the next hunk of hair fell to the ground, she gave me a thumbs up. I smiled back nervously, hoping her encouragement was a good thing because I wasn’t facing the mirror and, really, why did I even think this was a good idea?

“It looks awesome,” Ava said the minute the razor snapped off. “Seriously.”

“It really does,” the stylist said. “Ready?”

“Yes,” I said. They couldn’t see my hands under the cape. They were latched to the arms of the chair, fighting off the panic, because holy crap, what had I done?

She spun my chair toward the mirror on the wall and I got the first look of my new hairstyle.

“Isn’t it amazing?” Ava asked. She stood and ran her fingers over the short-clipped hair over my ears. The rest of my hair had been pulled back in a ponytail, giving the appearance of a mohawk.

I turned my head back and forth to get the best view. I wanted something different and I got it. My hair had grown out over the last two years, since I’d cut it off in a fit of anxiety and panic. It now hung down past my shoulders to the middle of my back, but I wanted something new. Something to start off the next phase of my life.

“You look badass.” Ava’s face popped into the mirror. “Perfect for college.”

I broke into a grin, turning my head side to side, checking out the new look. The new me. “Freshman year is gonna rock.”


Phase two involved hot pink hair dye. Just a couple of streaks down the back. Ava left after the bleaching process, leaving me with four copies of People magazine and a lot of questions about who, exactly, picked the Sexiest Man Alive.

“Five minutes,” Suzie the hairdresser said, pulling the domed hair dryer over my head. She left me alone in the drying area, a room painted neon green. Everything had a sickly glow.

A shadow crossed the front window and I looked up in time to see the woman pass by again. It was her third attempt to come inside, but she obviously hadn’t gotten the hang of it yet. I lifted the dryer, ceasing the dull roar of air and said, “Suzie, do you mind if I step outside for some fresh air?”

“Hurry and be careful with the foils.”

“I will.”

I pushed open the glass door and found her waiting. A faint blue light radiated from the crown of her graying hair like a halo. Blue. Safe, but disappointing.

“Follow me,” I said to the woman, leading her around the side of the building. “I only have a minute. What’s the problem?”

She stepped forward and I held up my hand. “Don’t come any closer or I’ll leave and won’t help you. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

Helping the woman only took a couple of minutes now that I had a system.

  1. Always stay in public. It’s better to look crazy than dead.
  2. Almost all information can be found quickly on a smart phone. I no longer needed to go home to help these people pass over.
  3. Never make personal attachments to ghosts. I was no longer allowing them to hurt me emotionally or otherwise.
  4. Take my payment in full.

“You need to let go,” I told her. “It’s okay. The cancer finally won.”

“But I never got to see my grandbaby. Did my daughter have her? Is she okay?”

Ah. I glanced at my phone and went against my gut.

“Look, I never read the obituaries. It’s too depressing. But I’ll read the names of the survivors and you let me know if it’s there, okay?”

Hope lit in her faded eyes and she nodded.

“Survived by her two sons, Robert and James, and their wives—“

“It’s my daughter,” she repeated. I skipped ahead.

“One daughter, Karen, age 29, and her three granddaughters, Macy, Ariana and Bridget.”

“Bridget. That’s her.”

“Great,” I said, pushing the phone back in my pocket. “It’s time for you to move on.”

“Thank you.”

“Just one thing,” I said. “Take my hand.”

“What?” she asked, staring at my hand in confusion.

“Take it,” I said, thrusting it toward her.

Tentatively she placed her hand on mine and a surge of energy rushed through my limbs, filling the darkness and pushing the cold that had settled in my bones last year. The relief would be fleeting, but the small hit would hold me over until I could find something more substantial later.

I re-entered the salon and found Suzie waiting for me. She checked her watch. “Don’t blame me if your hair falls out,” she said.

“I won’t.” I settled into the swiveling chair, cheeks rosy in the mirror. “Let’s do this.”


Angel Lawson lives with her family in Atlanta and has a lifelong obsession with creating fiction from reality, either with paint or words. On a typical day you can find her writing, reading, plotting her escape from the zombie apocalypse and trying to get the glitter out from under her nails.

She is the author of five books, including the Wraith Series, Serial Summer, FanGirl, and Vigilant. She is the co-author of the New Adult Paranormal book, Odin’s Murder with Kira Gold. She has one other New Adult title, No Regrets, under the pen name Lila Atkinson.




*Grave Possession will be released on February 18th with a one week price of 2.99. This special price is for all of my great readers and supporters over the last three years! The price will go up (and stay) at 3.99 on February 25th.

Book Spotlight: Bruised by Stacy-Deanne #ASMSG


What do you get when you pair a feisty heroine fighting her demons from a previous relationship of domestic violence, and a romantic hero in a wheelchair looking for someone to rescue?
About Bruised (Book 1):
When Baltimore Homicide Detective Lisa Swanson and her partner Dee Quarter are called to investigate the murder of Ernest Juarez, Lisa meets wheelchair bound Jake Jenson, a man determined to find his best friend’s killer at all costs. Jake is instantly attracted to the standoffish Lisa yet can’t understand why Lisa keeps him at arm’s length.
What Jake feels is resistance toward him, is really Lisa’s distrust of men caused by a previous relationship centered on domestic violence. Lisa desperately searches for Ernest’s killer while fighting her feelings for Jake and trying to mend the pain from her past.
Jake just might be the man of Lisa’s dreams, but will she let shame and fear stand in the way of a new love?
(Available now)
“Why are you always sniffing me?” She picked up the photo of Jake standing in a tuxedo with a petite blonde-haired woman.
“Why are you always wearing that perfume?”
“Wow.” Lisa moved her hand over Jake and the blonde woman. “You look so different standing. I didn’t realize you were so tall.”
“I’m six-three.”
“I know this sounds ridiculous but seeing this picture of you is so weird. I mean, I only know you from the chair.” She stared at the photo. “I guess I never pictured how you would look standing and walking.”
“Does seeing that picture make you see me differently?”
“No, it just…” Her heart fluttered. “It’s just—”
“Arousing?” he whispered. “To see me standing? To see me in a position of strength opposed to being a cripple?”
“You’re not a cripple. I’ve never thought of you like that.”
“Lisa.” He chuckled. “You’ve gotta get a sense of humor where I’m concerned.” He hit her thigh. “I’m just fucking with you. But seeing me standing does something to you, right?”
She swallowed. “Not the way you’re taking it.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” He parked his wheelchair against the bookshelf.
“What are you doing?”
He put one hand on the shelf and the other on his chair. “Ah.” He brought himself up.
Oh, God, this is so arousing.
Just seeing Jake at full-height with that intense glare focused on her made her wetter than Niagara Falls.
He placed his feet firmly on the carpet. “Mmm.” He closed his eyes.
“Wait.” She set the picture down and grabbed him around the waist. “I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.”
“No, it’s okay.” He gently pushed her away. “I wanna show you.”
“You don’t have to show me anything.”
He took delicate steps. “I want…to show you that I’m a man.”
“Come on, this is silly. I know you’re a man.”
“But you like what you see in that picture, don’t you?” He inched toward her. “I see how you looked at that picture just now. I want you to look at me like that.”
“See?” He chuckled between breaths. “I still got it.” He continued toward her.
“Please. I’m nervous you’ll hurt yourself.”
“It’s just a little pain.” He made it to her. “It’s worth it to see the look on your face.” He sniffed her neck. “To hold you and show you that I can do anything any man can. I just need a little more time to do it.”

Bruised (available NOW from Sugar and Spice Press)

Genre: Interracial Romantic Suspense

Publisher: Sugar and Spice Press

Buy Links:
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Look for Captivated (Book 2) coming March 1, 2014!











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Love Chains Blog Tour! #ASMSG

Love Chains Blog Tour


Welcome to the Love Chains Blog Tour!LeTeisha Newton and Lillian MacKenzie Rhine have partnered together in a co-op marketing duo the likes that have never been seen before. “Love Chains” has become the calling card for their novels Accepting Their Claim and Wronged Dersires, respectively, to be released from Amira Press in early 2014. Continue reading