Tell me what you think! Just wanted to give a little facelift to Southern Fried Honeybee. Loved writing it, and wanted a cover that fit the story more. Get it at reduced price $2.99.
Spy Loses Memory #EvaofBiloxi #youtube Ch1, Pt 2
Her husband didn’t know it, but he screwed her over. Yara is in danger somewhere in Biloxi 💀💀💀
New Novel- Eva of Biloxi
Eva of Biloxi is a suspense thriller that begins with the arrival of a mysterious woman in Biloxi, a city known as a playground for big personalities with big pockets, and even bigger secrets.
Eva Waters is a Watcher who works for Central, a counterintelligence agency. As second in command at Central, Eva is under intense pressure to maintain her status as the best Watcher in Central’s history. Her status is put at risk when her latest mission goes horribly wrong.
When Eva awakens on a dirt road in Mississippi with no memory of how or why she is there. Eva begins a journey of self-discovery to uncover who she really is in order to fulfill her high stakes mission that could lead to destiny or death.
Get your copy Aug 9th! Preorder opens soon on Amazon and B&N.
It’s Just Me…
I finally admit it- I’m a writer. I enjoy writing- A LOT! That’s why I keep doing it. Unfortunately, I am incredibly bad at marketing. Anyway, thought I’d make a post showing a few of my finished stories I’ve self pub’d on Amazon and B&N. Intention was never to get rich from my writing, but I do like to entertain folks. I particularly like to write stories set in my hometown, which I don’t think gets written about enough in any positive way. I’m talking about Mississippi- that’s where I grew up. For most of my life I lived on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Between the folks, the culture and the weather, lol, there is enough material to write a million stories. I don’t have a million but the few I do have I hope you’ll check out and tell me what you think. If you do and feel inclined- please leave a review here or the site where you got it from.
Thanks for reading 🙂 —–>
Southern Fried Honeybee Query
Here’s a copy of my query for the thriller Southern Fried Honeybee! now AVAILABLE on B&N
southern fried (adjective)
definition: crazy, ambitious and/or driven; term of endearment.
SFH is a thriller mystery about local celeb chef Charlie Daniels, an African American woman from Biloxi, MS who is being hunted by an unknown enemy. Full of diverse characters, SFH is unlike anything that is currently on the shelves. When I first wrote it, Charlie was a complete figment of my imagination. However, now I “see” her as a Tabitha Brown type just without the vegetarian restrictions 😉 .
No southern belle, dynamic Charlie Daniels is owner of the hottest restaurant on Biloxi’s Gulf Coast. Known as the place for good food, good fun, and good friends, the Southern Fried Honeybee is the talk of the town and poised for national success. Charlie has worked hard to cultivate a sweet as pecan pie image but she has an enemy that not only wants to kill her dreams but her too. With the support of her family of friends, Charlie fights to save her life and her dreams- southern fried style!
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New Novel- You, I Like
You, I Like is a sweet soulful coming-of-age story. Set to a bold 80s R&B soundtrack, You, I Like begins in 1986 when privileged 17-year-old Indy is unexpectantly sent down south for the summer to stay with Mississippi relatives. Initially upset, Indy’s attitude changes when she meets crush-worthy Tristan.
Tristan works in her uncle’s auto shop and doesn’t want to jeopardize his job by dating the boss’ niece. The stakes increase when cousin Alyssa recruits Indy as lead singer in her band not knowing the girl is “rhythmically challenged”. Determined to win the annual talent show, Alyssa begs her guitarist, Tristan, to teach Indy how to rule the stage forcing the two to spend time together. Tristan is faced with a dilemma: continue to deny his feelings or accept that Indy’s the one he likes regardless of the consequences. As Indy gains confidence on stage, will she keep waiting for Tristan to pick her, or will she take the lead and make her own pick?
YOU, I LIKE excerpt:
Welcome home, Indy.
It was bad. Unlike Run DMC it was bad meaning bad, not bad meaning good. The untimely demise of my life as I knew it occurred on June 4, 1986 at 1:11am. Two days later and me sitting in some old dilapidated bus station/welcome center hundreds of miles away from home confirmed it basically. Further proof of my massive fall from grace? A rusted out sign surrounded by a bunch of gigantic white magnolias. The sign read: Welcome to Biloxi, Mississippi.
As soon as I stepped off the bus’s metal stairs I felt assaulted. It was like I’d been dropped into this weird technicolor nightmare. I felt like Alice after she fell down the rabbit hole but instead of Wonderland, I woke up in Mississippi. Maybe my sugar was low, I don’t know, but I swear the sun seemed yellower and the sky bluer and bigger. There was something to look at everywhere, strange shaped buildings and even stranger shaped people, and everything was so-damn-bright! It was stuff I’d seen before, I hadn’t gone crazy, but here it all seemed different and…strange. Even the voluminous bunches of pink azaleas surrounding the bus station seemed weirdly more vibrant, alive somehow. It felt alien, and I hated it. All of it. Even the smell was strange. It was this strong perfumy mix of scents that made me aware of every inhalation. Whatever it was, it combined with an overpowering smell of freshly cut grass, which back home I usually loved. However, here I resented every single breath. I hated the awareness it made me feel, forcing me to be present. I wasn’t used to that. I didn’t want to be aware of every little thing. It was Mississippi after all.
Nina Simone said it best, Mississippi Goddamn! I knew too much and what I knew was too much to take. I was a Black girl and from everything I knew they didn’t like us down here. So, yeah, I wanted nothing to do with anything down south and Biloxi, Mississippi was about as south as you could get without getting on a boat.
I was the last person off the bus, and that was only because the driver turned the damn engine off. Not wanting to die of heat stroke forced me out. It was hot outside too, but at least off the bus there was an occasional breeze. The sweet stench it carried made me want to scream, but unfortunately, a girl had to breathe. So yeah, day one and my parent’s mission to make my life miserable had been accomplished.
Blessed and bougie- that was me. Was. Because all of that was in the past now.
I’d cry if I thought anyone would care, but I knew better. Nobody cared. My life back in New York as I knew it, was over and I had no choice but to mourn its loss all alone. On a bench.
At a bus station.
Written by Sonja Renee, You, I Like is set to be released in 2022. Follow author’s Twitter: YouILike11 for future release date and more info.