FoX Friday with Kay Blake, plus some news!

FoX Friday with Kay Blake, plus some news!

Happy Holidays, my lovelies! It’s officially the season of giving, and I have some gifts for you. Later on, I’ll tell you about an amazing project I’m excited to announce. First, we have another brand new FoX!

The wonderful Kay Blake is here with her latest release, Don’t Blame Me. Before we dive into the book, Kay answered some fun questions about her life as an author.

How long have you been writing?

I started writing in as a child honestly. Around 6 or 7. Poetry, songs, fan fiction and short stories. I started writing professionally in 2014. And even in those 4 years, I learned so much.

I can relate! What does the area where you write look like?

I do have a desk, but I don’t use it as often as I like. My desk is pretty neat. Laptop, books, and some Funk Pops. When I’m not writing on my desk, I write on my love seat or writing chair.

How do you balance writing and your personal life?

I don’t know honestly. I was just thinking in 2017, I finally got my Bachelor’s Degree in Developmental Psychology. I pushed it off for so long so graduating Magna Cum Laude was like crazy to me.

That’s an incredible accomplishment. 🙂

I have 3 cubs (my kids) and I have chronic pain, and I do other things with friends as well as trying to make my platform Bookish Brown Girls into a nonprofit, and I have ideas. Lol. I would say, I take it one day at a time. I try not to stress out too much if one or both seem to lack something. But definitely one day at a time.

That sounds like a great approach. Do you have a one-click or must-buy author whose books you just have to have?

Yes!! Stephen King, Raven St. Pierre. Rosanna Leo and Harper Miller. All of them have books that I love so that one click is super easy.  Lol!

All so, so good! What do you do in your downtime?

Uh…re watching Titanic. Reading. Spending time with my cubs. Watching a good show or horror movie. I also love wrestling. I do a lot of wrestling related things as well. And spend time with friends and family.

Wrestling? Wow. Very cool. Name some of your favorite authors who do not write romance.

Stephen King, Toni Morrison, V.C. Andrews, J.K Rowling and Maya Angelou.

I love the mix of genres. 🙂 Many of us just celebrated Thanksgiving. So. Much. Food. LOL! What dish, when you prepare it, has everyone asking for seconds?

I actually stayed home this year, but I cook all the Black People basics lol.


Mac and Cheese, Ham, Baked Chicken, Collard Greens, Cornbread etc. I think my cubs have their favorites. I usually get asked to make mac and cheese or the chicken or to bake the cake. Lol, I know that totally didn’t narrow it down.

No, but it made me hungry. 😉 So, what can readers expect from you next?

I took a bit longer to get back in the groove of things after my last release, but my next release will be a YA novella. That is scheduled to be released in April 2019. It’s called Some Kind Of Tomorrow.  I also have a MC romance novella and finally the next book in The Kim Brother Series.

Sounds great! Thanks so much for hanging with us today.

More about Don’t Blame Me

Sometimes love’s a drug. The rush can be so addicting. All that matters is the high. Not the consequences. Not the damage left in its wake.

Adrian Robinson was a college football star, with his future all mapped out. He didn’t expect to fall for feisty Leah Hunter.  Nor did he expect the destruction left in its wake when it all came to an end.

Now, Adrian’s a hotel magnate and one of the most eligible bachelors in the world.

He has it all, except the one woman he has kept in his heart for years. And he’s willing to do anything to get her back.

Leah hasn’t seen Adrian since the day she was forced to pick up the pieces of her broken heart.

When Leah is assigned to write a piece on him for her magazine, remnants of their torrid romance still burn like yesterday.

Will the high be worth it this time? Or is it destined to crash and burn?

Excerpt from Don’t Blame Me:

As the camera shutters clicked, I watched as Adrian looked in his element. As the magazine’s photographer took photos of him for the spread, I found myself thinking about him in all the ways I shouldn’t have. Wanting his hands all over me. Wanting him to make me feel better, even if it was only for a moment. It has been a long time since I had sex and the last time I saw him, I wasn’t sure how long I would’ve been able to hold out if he kept on looking as good as he did.

His hair was tied back in a ponytail. His goatee was trimmed nicely and his brown eyes sparkled with mischief. As I watched the other women that were in the room, I knew that they thought the same thing I did. He was as fine as sin. Hands down one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen. I thought he was handsome in college, but there was something different about him. Almost dangerous, and I didn’t know if I had the strength to make sure I didn’t find out what that was. He had my heart in a tizzy as I watched him pose changing up between serious and a smile. He was the perfect bachelor on paper. Handsome, changed career paths and succeeded, had his own money and did I mention handsome? No, I didn’t care about all those kinds of things. It wasn’t my style to worry about those kinds of things, but I was surprised to learn that he didn’t keep doing sports related things. Most former athletes would become a coach or sports analyst. But Adrian did a complete 360.  I knew how much football meant to him back then. It was one of the things that tore us apart. He used to always say how nothing would make him happier than pass rushing on the field, and defending for his team. It was so complicated, but sometimes it was easy.

The photographer made a couple of comments to him as I texted Dana to let her know how the shoot was going. Usually, I wouldn’t sit in on any of this. I wrote my article and went on about my next assignment. However, for some reason, Dana wanted me here and Adrian had also made it clear that he wanted me here too. I already knew what he wanted, but my issue was that I didn’t know what I wanted. I was afraid. Plain and simple. I didn’t want myself disappear for any guy ever again.

Looking back up, I saw that Adrian had taken his shirt off. Donned in just slacks, I could see just how good his ass looked in them. His dark wavy hair now laying past his shoulders onto his back, and my mouth involuntarily opened, my mouth all of a sudden much too dry. Fuck, I needed some water.

He gripped the football tightly in his hands, and that’s when I noticed the tattoo that he had mentioned before. It was huge and magnificent. And all I could think about was running my hands across his back.

I could hear one of the women in the room whistle and I rolled my eyes. Didn’t she have a job to do? And the more I looked at him, and the admiring stares from the other women around the room, I got more and more annoyed. Why the hell was his shirt off anyway? Did the magazine really need him like this? He was showing way too much, and I glared at him from across the room, as he did all the photographer asked him too. Another woman cheered and I turned my glare to her. Why were they acting like they’ve never seen an attractive man before? Even as I said it, I knew why. They knew what I knew. He was the kind of man you look at and wished that he had you in his hands rather than the pigskin he held.

I turned my attention back to him, realizing that I was jealous. Jealous at all of the attention he was getting.

We made eye contact. He gave me a wink before turning back to the camera giving that winning smile, and I shook my head. I decided to get that drink after all. I wasn’t going to pay the shoot any more attention, even if doing so killed me.

Once the shoot finished, Adrian made his way to me, his shirt still open.

“Do you plan on closing your shirt?” I asked him, pointing to his bare chest.

“Yes, I wanted to make sure you didn’t run off,” he replied buttoning his shirt.

“What do you think, boss?” he asked me, a playful smile on his face.

“It was good. Though, I’m not sure why they had you take off your shirt. I don’t recall that being part of what was planned.”

He chuckled, his eyes lighting up. “No, but the photographer thought it would be good to have some of those shots. I was told they would use a picture of me from when I played in college too. Something like a comparison shot.

“I guess,” I said, trying my hardest to sound unbothered, but failing miserably.

“Why? Did it bother you?” His face was questioning, but amused at the same time.

“Of course it didn’t bother me. I was just surprised. That’s all. You seemed to be getting a lot of attention from the women in the room. It almost reminded me of how the girls acted around you when we were in college,” I replied.

“You definitely sound jealous.”

“You’re wrong, I’m not.”

He got closer to me. So close that my ass was pressed against the table, and my chest pressed against him.

“If that is true, you wouldn’t be looking at me with daggers right now. Actually, if it didn’t bother you, being this close to you shouldn’t bother you either,” he said.

“Wrong again.”  I tried to keep my expression mutual.

“Or maybe you’re mad because I didn’t come over here sooner. Give you all of my attention.”

“Yeah okay. Keep telling yourself that.”

“I think I’m right.”

I laughed louder than necessary. “No, you’re not.”

“So, if I put my hands around you, and you’ll be completely unfazed?”

“Yep,” I replied, not sounding as confident as before.

His fingers lightly touched my face, and when they touched my lips, on cue my eyes closed, expecting his lips to brush against mine. That, I would feel his hands on my face, his tongue prying my mouth open.

But there was nothing. Confused, I opened my eyes again to him looking at me smugly. Trying to save face, I pressed my hand against him to move his body away from mine.

“Is anything wrong?” he asked.

Narrowing my eyes, I shook my head. “You’re an asshole.”

Kay is an award winning author who writes sassy, sexy and sweet contemporary and interracial romance. She is from arguably the greatest city in the world. (New York). She is a sarcastic sweetheart who prefers snuggling at home with a good book. Kay is a mom of 3 cubs and a wife. Kay indulges in strawberry cheesecake, horror movies, Harry Potter, The Walking Dead, wrestling and of course a happily ever after. She is also the creator of Bookish Brown Girls, a platform dedicated to promoting books written by women of color.
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