Monday, February 18, 2019

When it comes to Other People’s love Life, Mind Your Own Business by Miss Know It All

Miss Know It All
I am addicted to soap operas. There is plenty of cheating going on that would make your head spin faster than a Spindle Top toy. It is art imitating life. When you see two characters that are not in a relationship and are supposed to be committed to someone else lip-locking, the witness will conclude a kiss is not always just a kiss. He or she will become suspicious and now it is time for that person to take action, either keeping the affair to one’s self or spilling the beans.

What I find amusing, on some of these soaps, is how friends and relatives react when someone close to them is caught deep-kissing or doing someone else’s man or woman. Or worse, the person observing the duplicity will become the judge, jury, and executioner; he or she will make a quick dash to tell the injured party what they saw and give some unsolicited advice.

In real life, many men and women cheat for reasons they can’t even understand, but if I have learned anything when it comes to other people’s love life, it is best to mind your own business. Never mind that slogan, “If you see something, say something.” That phrase applies to someone who is planning to obliterate the world. If you insist on being the bearer of bad news, you will wind up getting your feelings hurt, or the injured party may end up hating you for bringing that disloyalty to his or her attention.

Usually, the person who is being betrayed has an inkling their significant other is engaging in deceit. Some folks prefer to turn a blind eye until the treachery slaps them in the face. You can be a good listener, but if they ask for your honest opinion, say, “Follow your heart.”


Have you ever seen someone close to you cheating on their partner? If so, tell us what you did or wouldn’t do in the comment section.

Monday, February 11, 2019

Coming Soon - Deceitful Acts - a Novella by Vivienne Diane Neal

Synopsis: Samuel Pond and Jason Brown met in college, became best friends, and wanted to make a mark on the world by becoming successful entrepreneurs, but their pathway to success was marred by betrayal, lust, revenge, extortion, and scandal. This narrative contains some mild sexual content and is intended for mature adults over 18 years of age.

Deceitful Acts in e-print can be pre-ordered now by clicking here.

If you can’t wait for the e-book, you can order the paperback now by clicking here.

Monday, February 04, 2019

You Don’t Have to Be Alone on Saint Valentine’s Day

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Happy Saint Valentine’s Day

Monday, January 28, 2019

Book Blitz: Trois by Brooklyn Knight

Trois is the exciting conclusion to Brooklyn Knight's The French Connection series; A BWWM, Multicultural & Interracial Romance. It is currently on sale now in eBook and paperback format.


He has three days to save her…

Dylan Hamilton has waited two years for this day to arrive; the day when Laila Renaud will become his wife. But the morning after his nuptials, he awakens, drugged and confused, only to discover that she has been snatched from his bed. And according to the man who has taken her, he has a limited amount of time to get her back. The clock is ticking... When Stefan Miller finds three Italian gangsters sitting in his suite the morning after Dylan’s wedding, it’s confirmation that his worst fears have come true. His brother’s antics have finally caught up with him and everyone else, including his love-interest, Sasha, who has been held ransom. Now with the clock counting down, he and Dylan must come up with a plan to save the women from impending doom.

Theoretically, it’s a simple operation: Get Stefan's brother! Engage Dylan’s mob-boss of a mother! Save the girls!

But the rescue effort doesn’t go as smoothly as planned, especially when the puzzle pieces of Dylan’s traumatic past begin to connect. And especially when Stefan discovers that Sasha has fallen under the curious spell of her green-eyed kidnapper.

Series: The French Connection, Book 3 of 3

Publication Date: January 4, 2019

Publisher: Independently Published

Print Length: 260 pages

Genres: BWWM Romance, Multicultural & Interracial Romance, Contemporary Romance



A persistent pounding on the door ripped me out of sleep. I stirred, extra groggy from the fact that Laila had interrupted my slumber to talk about my parents and the announcement of her pregnancy. Her questions about my mother and father had angered me, but I’d hidden it from her, but when she’d told me she was carrying our baby, any negative emotions I’d been harboring fled.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I reached over to the nightstand and gripped the clock, squinting. “It’s five-thirty,” I said to Laila. I reached over to pull her close, but when I realized the place in which she was laying was empty, my eyes popped open.

Bang! Bang!

“Lai…” I called into the darkness. My eyes shot to the en-suite bathroom, noticing the light bleeding from beneath the closed door.

Maybe she’d gotten up to use it. That was what happened to pregnant women. They peed more and they started throwing up. The sound of water running down the drain confirmed my suspicions.

The banging sounded again and I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, holding my head. That was when I realized the banging wasn’t only coming from the door. An aggressive thud was pounding against my brain, and I wondered what it could be from.

I looked at the empty glass on the night table and my brows drew. I turned to the door. “Who is it?” I shouted.

“Open the door, man!”

I stretched the tightness out of my limbs and made my way over, wondering what in the world would have Stefan so uptight and hammering my door down at such an ungodly hour.

“Lai,” I called again.

Still no answer.

I frowned, peeked through the peephole, and then stood back.

Stefan’s voice emitted from the other side of the barrier, and I couldn’t help but notice the alarmed edge in his tone.
I unlatched the door and ripped it open. Without hesitation, Stefan sprang inside, his eyes as wide as saucers.

“Stef, what the hell –”

“Where’s Laila?” He pushed past me and started searching the room as if he was looking for treasure.

I frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about, all the while, trying to ignore the throbbing in my head. “What do you mean, where’s Laila? She’s in the bathroom.”

Without saying anything, Stefan dashed for the bathroom and ripped at the door.

“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded rushing after him, I pulled him by the arm.

He ripped his arm away from me and glared at me. His eyes seeped with anger.

I grimaced. “What’s going on?” I demanded.

“Laila isn’t here,” he spat out.

My neck jerked forward. “Of course she is, she’s in the bathroom,” I reminded him. “She’s pregnant.”

Stefan rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and covered his face with his hands. “Jesus Christ…” he muttered.

“That’s not quite the response I was expecting,” I admitted trying to quell my frustration.

Stefan spun around and gripped me by the shoulders. “Dylan, Laila isn’t here,” he said again. Forcefully.

My body turned rigid. “What the hell do you mean –”

“Your boy, Anthony Moretti, the guy you told me not to worry about…”

He was talking, but I’d already ripped the bathroom door open, almost taking it off the hinges. I looked into the room, my eyes shifting frantically, searching for my wife who, true to Stefan’s word, was nowhere in sight. The only sign of movement was the water spilling from the gold faucet and disappearing down the drain.

My chest heaved and I stumbled until I had no choice but to lean over the basin. Water from the tap splashed onto me. Everything was spinning like it would in a funhouse, yet there was no doubt in my mind, I was in a house of goddamn horrors.

“Where’s my wife?” I gripped my temple before pulling myself away from the basin and storming through the Presidential Suite. I ransacked the place. I tore through every room, tossing the furniture like it was plastic. I marched out to the pool and scanned the area. With each examination, the fact that she was nowhere to be found pushed me further over the edge of sanity.

I screamed her name into the emptiness.

No answer.

Stefan paced the floors next to me. His hand was clasped over his mouth. His eyes were narrow with rage. “He took Sasha too,” he muttered.

I spun around to look at him. “Who took Sasha?”

Stefan turned his eyes on me. “Fucking Moretti.”

I looked at the carpet, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “How do you know this?”

“Because I woke up in the middle of the night to Moretti and his boys in my goddamn room, and that’s when he told me. Silas…”

“What the hell does he have to do with this? I swear to God, I’ll kill him!” I listened, my entire body shaking as Stefan revealed the things Moretti had told him. Then he handed me the man’s business card, his despicable name embossed and emboldened.

Three days.

Moretti was demanding that we came up with two million euros in three days.

An angry breath escaped my nose. “Fine,” I spat. “He wants it in three days, he’ll have it three hours.”

Stefan nodded, realizing that my transferring the funds into Moretti’s account was the only way to put a stop to what was happening.

I raced around the room, looking for my cell phone. After a few minutes, which felt like a few hours, I found it on the floor underneath shards of a vase I’d destroyed.
I instructed SIRI to call my accountant and waited, operating on threads of patience, for him to pick up.

It went to voicemail.

I cursed.

“What happened?” Stefan asked, dry-washing his hands.
I gripped my bottom lip between my teeth and didn’t respond. Instead, I called the number again, this time taking care to punch each digit in manually.

It rang six times before clicking over to voicemail. In a fit of rage, I pitched the phone across the room and took my sweaty hair into my hands.

“Fuck!” My voice almost made the Swarovski chandelier hanging above us to crash to the floor.

Stefan raked his hands through his afro and pulled out his own cell phone.

“Who are you calling?” I asked, shoving my hands on my hips.

“It sure as hell ain’t my investment banker,” he muttered. “The hell if I have two million goddamn euros sitting in an account.” He pressed the phone against his ear. “I’m calling my brother.”

“If you don’t have it, he sure as hell doesn’t,” I spat. My eyes burned and I rubbed them, trying to erase the sensation.
I needed to slow down.

I needed to calm down and think rationally.

Ma belle fille and Sasha had been abducted. I had no idea how it had happened or when. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized I couldn’t remember much of what had transpired over the course of maybe three or four hours.

Stefan turned away from me and I listened for a second as he threw a slew of curse words into the cell phone receiver. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to practice my solution-focused mantra, the one I used every day at my firm.

“I need to call Moretti,” I mumbled to myself. My cell phone, now shattered on the ground, would be of no use. I rushed to the landline on Laila’s side of the bed and tried to ignore my heart, crushing inside of my chest. I held the business card Stefan and given me and tried to steady my shaking hands as

I dialed the numbers.

Within seconds, Moretti answered.

I dropped onto the bed and pressed the phone hard against my ear. “Tell me this is a fucking joke!” I shouted into the phone.

“Dylan Hamilton.” The sound of his vocals made me want to spit.

“Where is my goddamn wife?” He’d barely finished his greeting before I was barking the demand. “I swear to God, I’m two seconds away from alerting INTERPOL. They’ll have you apprehended and your ass will be in jail quicker than you can fucking blink!”

“A few things,” Moretti responded casually. “INTERPOL is not a threat to me. Yes, I have been barred from various jurisdictions, but that does not inhibit my movements. Surely, you are aware of this. Secondly, if I were you, I would think long and hard about alerting anybody about anything. Your precious wife and her friend would be dead before the authorities ever caught up with me and my men. And thirdly…” he sighed. “You should practice being less emotional. You are a savvy business tycoon who cuts million-dollar deals by the hour. You, of all people should know that emotion has no place when it comes to business. Let us talk like the adults that we are.”

I gritted my teeth and tried to settle myself as best I could. In some ways he was right. My only concern was getting my wife and Sasha back. If that meant playing Moretti’s sick game, I should at least hear the rules.

Grab your copy of Trois today!



Brooklyn Knight is a romance enthusiast who lives in the island of Bermuda and has been writing stories since she was a little girl. Over the years, her gift for designing and bringing characters to life has evolved, and she enjoys creating vivid, memorable characters and unforgettable situations. Her characters are thought-provoking and evocative, and they will draw emotion out of you like water from a well.


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Monday, January 21, 2019

UBAWA'S Top 100 Authors of 2018

UBAWA's Top 100 Authors is an annual list published at the end of every year to celebrate the many talented authors whose work often goes unnoticed. 

Congratulations to the following authors below who were nominated and chosen by readers as UBAWA'S Top 100 Authors of 2018.

Aleia Moore
Ali Shakur
Angie Hayes
Arekya Keys
Ashantay Keys
Barbie Scott
Beverly Love
Blaq Phire
Carla A. Hicks
​Caryn Lee
Chanique Jones
Celeste Wilson
Christopher Bynum
Christopher Cannon
Chy Seoul
Clever Black
CL Hawkins
Coco Amoure
Cole Hart
Criss Carr
Danielle T. Preston
Deidra Ds Green
Dedra Dedra
Desiree Granger
Dominique L Watson
Dr. Nikki Rountree
Ebony Turrentine
Elijah Drive
Fatima Munroe
Felicia Ann
HM Irwing
Iisha Monet
India T. Norfleet
Isaiah Thomas
Ivy Symone
Jade Royal
Jalil Mixx
James Turner III
Jasmine Devonish
Jasheem Wilson
Jazmine Wright
Jenica Johnson
Johnni Sherri
Jontanae Barnes
Kareem Williams
Keith Thomas
Keosha Gowins
Kendra Sumter
Kendrick Slaughter
Kimeatta Matthews
KL Hall
LaDonna Marie
Lakeisha Martin
Lakisha Johnson
Lawrence Gordon
Lesley Joy Blunt
Lissa St. Julien
Londyn Lenz
Lonzia Murff
Manda P
Marina Chestnut
Mercy B. Carruthers
Mesha Mesh Clark
Nia Rich
Nicety Hannon
Nicole Dior
Niyah Moore
Pamela Hunter
Paree Trenae
Porscha Sterling
Prenisha Jones
Quan Millz
Quardeay Julien
Rae Bae
Raquel Williams
Rayneshsa Pittman
Rikenya Hunter
RJ Davis
Robin Chartay
Sabrina Jenkins
Sa'id Salaam
Sephiri J
Shanet OB
Shantel Williams
Shan Richardson
Shawneisha Maye

Simone Quick
Sonovia Alexander
Sultana Sams
Tabitha Sharpe
Teri L. Blakely
Tiffani Taylor
Tiffany Forbes
Tisha Andrews
TN Jones
Tristan Jackson
Twyla Turner
TY Robinson
Valarie DeShazier
Vaneecia Netters
Vivian Blue
Willie LeBlanc
Wright June
Xyla Turner
Yara Kaleemah
Yatta Rose

UBAWA'S Top 100 Authors of 2018 will be published in the 25th issue of the UBAWA Magazine and featured in the next edition of Who's Who in Urban LiteratureIf no one else takes the time out to recognize the hard work that many independent authors put in the day-to-day, we will. It's been our mission and commitment since 2010 and we are happy that you and thousands of others can join us in giving these authors their props. 


Happy Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day

Monday, January 14, 2019

Are You a Victim of Cyber Flashing?

You may not be aware of AirDrop, but this feature was introduced in 2015 by Apple that allows users to send images to people through an iPhone. The problem is you may receive an obscene image from an unknown person on your iPhone, and this is known as Cyber Flashing.

Cyber Flashing is sending unwanted vulgar photos, or videos over the phone to a person close by, in an unrestricted area. It is usually sent incognito and can be seen as sexual harassment. It can be even more problematic when the image is sent to a minor, which can be seen as a criminal act.

Policymakers in New York City are presently looking to introduce a bill that would criminalize cyber flashing.  This bill would make it a misdemeanor for a person to send an unsolicited sexually explicit video or image to another person with intent to harass, annoy or alarm such other person. The bill would impose a penalty of up to one year in jail, or a fine of up to $1,000, or both.

In the meantime, you can stop cyber flashing from happening to you. To do so, check your settings. Swipe up from the bottom of your screen and get the pull-up menu where the Flashlight and Bluetooth settings hide. In the bottom left of the screen, you will see AirDrop. Click it and turn it off or set it to Contacts only.

Monday, January 07, 2019

You Are Invited to A Special Pre-release Book Event

You are invited to a special pre-release event before the worldwide release on February 25, 2019, of Oscar winner, endorsed author, D.J. Williams' latest international thriller, THE AUCTIONEER. Join them for a night of celebration and get your autographed copy before it hits the shelves!

Event to be held at the following date, time, and location:

Thursday, February 21, 2019
7:00 PM - 9:00 PM (PST)
Flintridge Bookstore & Coffeehouse
1010 Foothill Boulevard
La Canada Flintridge, CA 91011

Monday, December 31, 2018

It’s That Time Again

One World Singles Blog wants to take this time to wish you a Joyous, Safe and Prosperous New Year and to thank you for visiting and supporting our site.

We will see you next year. Remember, if you wish to contribute an article that would be of interest to singles and couples, please read our Submission Guidelines.

Again, thank you for your continuous support.

One World Singles Blog Staff

Monday, December 17, 2018

Virtual Book Tour - Meet Van Fleisher, Author of Final Notice

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Van Fleisher will be awarding a $50 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

The year is the very near future. A brilliant young doctor and mathematician, Vijay Patel, has invented a new health/sport watch that monitors blood chemistry so accurately, it can actually predict when someone will die – within 10, 20, or 30 days. The intention of this “Final Notice,” as it is called, is to allow people to get their affairs in order and reach out to loved ones before it’s too late. But when those notified have easy access to a gun, the result is sometimes lethal for more than just the watch-owner.

These are the stories of several people who receive their Final Notice and their very different reactions ... including a desire to get revenge with impunity. They range from an 89-year-old resident in a retirement home to a U.S. Senator...from a benevolent widow to a crass tycoon to a noted climate change scientist.

But in this fresh, fast-paced page-turner, their stories are all set against the all-too-recognizable backdrop of a guns-gone-wild America, and the relentless push by the NRA and their surrogate politicians to make guns even easier to acquire.

There is plenty of dark humor and political satire in FINAL NOTICE, as well as touching scenes and outright suspense. So expect to laugh out loud, dry some tears, and bite your nails (not necessarily in that order).

Read an Excerpt:

And sure enough, in 1.24 seconds, Trudi had 1,620,000 results. “Here it is. California law protects us if we shoot a burglar in our home. Still, it wouldn’t help if we didn’t hear them until they burst into the room. I can’t see either one of us having the presence of mind to reach for the gun, roll out of bed and blast away. What are you smiling at?”

“At the image of you doing just that!”

“Hey. I’ve been watching Angelina Jolie and I think I can manage the moves.”

About the Author:

“After 21 years with an airline, and 30 years in management consulting, I retired and found that my phone didn’t ring and the only emails I got were asking for money. So, since I was at my computer, I decided to write a novel.”

This is only half the story. (Van is notoriously modest.) The author was Director of International Marketing with TWA, and an International Management Consultant – taking him behind the closed doors of boardrooms and executive offices around the world. He knows how business works, which gives the slightly “sci-fi” premise of Final Notice a realistic feel. Moreover, his two careers led him to live abroad for much of his life. After growing up in New Jersey and Florida, where he never thought much further than the length of a football field, and going to college in New Mexico, he wound up living in England, Scotland and France, travelling frequently to the Middle East and Asia. He even spent a year living in India. And his first-hand experience with – and respect for – other cultures is apparent in this book.

“Final Notice is meant to highlight, my concerns with America’s handling of three important issues: gun control (not anti-gun), ageism and the importance of immigration. The book won’t fix these issues, but there are a number of great organizations with even greater people working on our behalf to right these wrongs. Proceeds from sales of Final Notice will help support those efforts.”

Author's Links:

Final Notice Companion Song