TERRY McMILLAN September 17 was the release date for Terry McMillan’s latest tome and with an excerpt in the latest Essence magazine, “Who Asked You?’”’s debut in retail outlets should fly off the bookshelves. Just a few hours before an author appearance at an adjacent B&N, McMillan takes my pre-arranged phone to talk about the new release from her hotel in New York City.
The haters are out in full-force tonight. They’re out, and they’re hating on you because you’re fly, fine, and fabulous. They can’t stand to see you just being you—because they want to be you, too. They want the clothes you’re rockin,’ the moves you’re bustin,’ and the attitude you’re carrying. Yep, haters gonna hate. And in the new novel “Dirty Rotten Liar” by Noire, they’re gonna hate because there’s a big-money oil inheritance at stake.
Have you heard about….? Those are four words that are music to your ears. You hear them, and you lean in close because you know you’re about to hear something too juicy to ignore, something too cool to avoid, something you absolutely must know. Gossip is fun and you love hearing it—until you’re on the receiving end. And in the new book “Rumor Central” by Reshonda Tate Billingsley, one tattle-tale finds her tail in a bunch of trouble.
For awhile there, you thought you were gonna die. Your head hurt. Your body ached, and your stomach was acting like a fresh-caught fish—but that didn’t matter much. Bills still needed paying and business needed attending. There was family to care for, work to do.
You’ll try anything once. You’re daring when it comes to a new restaurant, new clubs, new fashion, pretty much anything. Something different for your plate? Bring it on. An activity you’ve never done before? You head the line. New technology? They call you First-Adopter. Being open to new adventures keeps life fresh and exciting. And, as you’ll see in the new novel “Decadence” by Eric Jerome Dickey, embracing new experiences can also fulfill fantasies.
Not in a hundred years. There was just no way. From the minute you saw her, you knew everything you needed to know about that woman. She was a schemer, she was ghetto, she was the worst kind of liar, and a friendship between the two of you was Not. Going. To. Happen. In a hundred years.