There are 4 Bellshire brothers: Bama, Brooklyn, Beta, and Brick. They are hood royalty and grew up knowing they would take over their family’s street empire when their father, Baze passed away.
As the eldest, Bama holds the reins and unwillingly marries into another hood kingpin family to maintain peace in the Nashville streets. He and his brothers run the family business from Memphis to Nashville and prosperity is had by all.
Independent Brazil is Bama’s first and only love and when the chance comes to rekindle their smoldering flame, they both leap at it.
Although her heart’s desire will not be denied, Brazil does not want to be a homewrecker. Nor will she settle for being the side chic. Bama takes the matter out of her hands and assures her they will be together sooner rather than later.
Bama’s hood princess wife Kya is beside herself with anger and despair. She knew from the start that their arranged marriage was not built on love. After 2 children and a third on the way, she believed Bama was hers as long as she wanted to keep him. With Brazil back in Bama’s life, Kya has to act fast or lose everything her family has worked for, and the man she loves.
Hidden family ties and long-held secrets come to light in this first installment of the Bellshire Boys series.
With everything they survived just to be together, Bama and Brazil are off on a much-needed vacation. Meanwhile, Brooklyn finds himself helplessly bedazzled by Brazil’s sister, Katarra. A firm believer in love at first sight, Brooklyn woos his dread-wearing princess with skill and great care. He discovers she is a fragile jewel, and he vows to do all in his power to protect and provide for her.
Katarra is not about that relationship life, not after a narrow escape from a toxic sham of a marriage. But Brooklyn is patient, charming and like no one she’s ever known before. Despite the legendary Bellshire charm, Katarra sends him packing back to Memphis and regrets it within moments. Her nightmare becomes reality and she is powerless to reach out to anyone who might come to her aid.
Finding his true love missing under disturbing circumstances, Brooklyn calls upon brothers Bama and Beta to recover the newfound love of his life. When Beta comes to town, a whole new set of problems come along with him. Why is he already in Nashville, and what is going on with the family business?
Will Katarra and Brooklyn find their happily ever after ever? One can only hope in this second installment of the Bellshire Boys series.
Imagine my surprise when she admitted it was not one of hers either? In an upcoming interview, we will be discussing just how Tabitha came to be an indie authoress, what drives her to succeed and what keeps her going.
If you’re reading Tabitha’s work, you are not alone. She is a significant presence on Facebook, with a dedicated reading group that, like me, wait (im)patiently for her next release.
I will give you fair warning: if you are not caught up on the Bellshires I suggest you do so. There may be spoilers!
So far, the books are a fast read, at least they were for me. I finished both in under 6 hours just a few days ago. I went on to read Bound by Eden. I have been hunting for the sequel ever since. Sadly, Tabitha advised me that the Eden follow up is still a work in progress.
That’s the point of the sequels, of course.
All of Tabitha’s work is available at Amazon for Kindle as well as some in paperback format. If you have Kindle Unlimited
(I do!) you can even borrow the Bellshire books and many others before you buy.
Tabitha also does live readings and discussion of her work in her closed Facebook reader’s group. If you have not experienced Tabitha’s world yet, you have quite a bit of catching up to do. She is currently exploring adding audiobooks to her impressive collection of work and I for one would camp out to snag these jewels for myself.
One thing I can say about Tabitha’s work is what readers often say about their favorite author’s work:
Waiting for the next installment to drop is also a source of frustration. Tabitha does not disappoint and often posts snippets of upcoming releases in her reading group or Facebook page.
She also offers various literary services at a rather good rate should a hopeful writer require assistance.
I admire Tabitha because she has made her place in her chosen profession and she reaches out daily to offer her experience and skills to others wanting to do the same. I shared what I found at Wealthy Affiliate with her, and I hope she decides to join me there soon. I think we could do wonderful things together.
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Take it! Tabitha’s style and flair are addictive, and her characters immediately resonate with just about anyone. They are living breathing figures in her authentic literary world and will become part of yours, too.
The next morning, I woke up and had to run out to my car to get my bag and garment bag. I forgot all about it last night, but now that it was a new day, I needed to make sure I was on point, especially since I was about to be doing some inquiring about our finances. I wanted to make sure I was taken seriously, because shit was necessary.
After getting my clothes out of the car, I hopped in the shower that it was in the bathroom downstairs and hurried up and got myself together. I brushed my hair real quick, straightened out my mustache, and dried off real quick. I threw on my boxers, long socks, and my suspenders. That’s right. I like to wear suspenders, they’re stylish, and they come in handy in a crunch. You never know who you gon’ have to tie up at the last minute. I smirked at the thought of that.
Going upstairs, I wanted to check on Brooklyn, but when I opened the door up, he was in the bed sleep. He had what looked like a shirt of Katarra’s in between his arms, held up close to his face. This nigga had it bad. I didn’t want to wake him up, so I went on back downstairs and finished getting dressed. On my way out of the house, my phone dinged, and it was Bama.
I read the message, and he said he’d be home soon. I couldn’t have been happier, because I didn’t know how much more Brooklyn could take or if he was gonna be ok for real. I went out to the G-wagon and hopped in, going in the direction of downtown. As soon as I saw the bank and all the cars around it, I knew it was about to be a long day, but it was time for me to turn on some of that Bellshire charm. They say I got it the best, so I guess we’ll see depending on how long it takes me to speak with someone in depth about our accounts.
When I came in, I had my briefcase in one hand, ready to handle business whenever someone would see me, but being a Bellshire Boy, we just drip money and exude leadership. As soon as I walked in, I was approached by a young woman who greeted me with a smile.
“Hello sir, welcome to First Tennessee, deposit or withdrawal?” she asked me, looking down at my briefcase.
If she only knew that it was papers in this muthafucka. I wasn’t comin’ to take shit out. “Yes ma’am, neither. I came to speak to someone about my account. I believe the branch manager’s name is Tarra’Lynn.”
I had called ahead of time to do my research so I knew who to ask for.
She smiled. “Ok, let me lead you to her office. It’s your lucky day, I don’t believe she has any appointments this morning.”
I smiled back at her as she led me to the back to meet with the branch manager. When the woman appeared from out of her office, she didn’t look shit like what I thought she would. A woman with a named like Tarra’Lynn, you expect her to be some old country white lady or some shit, but this woman, nah, she was everything. She was short, maybe five-foot-four, maybe, and that was with her stilettos on.
She her hair up in a messy bun with these Chinese bangs that fell just above her eyes, with these deep ass dimples in her cheeks. She was built up too, big breasts, thick thighs, legs reminded me of turkey legs. I had to get myself together, not to mention she had this flawless toffee skin. Damn, she was fine as hell. I tugged on my belt a little bit, to loosen up my pants. Ms. Tarra’Lynn had me about to lose it.
“Good morning, Tarra, this is Mr…I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Good morning, Tarra. My name is Beta, Beta Bellshire. I came to speak with you about our accounts.”
She took a deep breath and looked over at the woman who had walked me to the back. “Thank you so much, Sam, I’ve got it from here.”
“Ok, if you need anything, just give me a shout.” Tarra’Lynn smiled and opened the door to her office.
“Well, Mr. Bellshire, if you’d like to come in my office, we can get started.”
“I’d like that very much, but ladies first,” I said, as I replaced her hand on the door with mine, letting her walk in before me.
I ain’t gon’ lie, I really did wanna just see her from the back, but she was beautiful anyway, and her voice was like butter—she was ‘bout as smooth as me for real. She went around the side of her desk and took a seat and looked across at me, where I was still standing.
“Well, are you going to have a seat?” she asked, pointing to the seat in front of her.
“Oh, of course I am, I just wanted to take a second to admire what was in front of me.”
“Oh, my. Please take a seat Mr. Bellshire, and I need to see some ID before we start getting into your account.”
“Absolutely,” I said, taking my ID out with a smile on my face. She was gorgeous, and it had been a long time since I saw a woman who was even worth my time, but Miss Tarra’Lynn had me wondering about a few things. She took a look at it, typing on her keyboard.
“Ok, and your pin for the account?”
I gave her the pin and then waited for the account information to come up on the screen.
“Ok, Mr. Bellshire, now what can I help you with exactly?”
“For starters, perhaps your phone number, Miss Tara’Lynn.” She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, her cleavage pushed up almost out of her blouse. That little black blazer she had on top of it was doing her no good. Them titties needed to breathe.
“Let me ask you a question, Mr. Bellshire—”
“Please, call me Beta.” I licked my bottom lip, sitting back in my chair, crossing my leg eg over the right, resting my hands in my lap. She looked me up and down, sizing me up clearly.
“Beta, are all the Bellshire Boys like you?” She leaned forward when she said that, and I smirked.
“Like me? What do you mean?” Tarra’Lynn put her arm on the desk, and her face rested in the palm of her hand.
“I mean…charming, like this.” She moved her hand up and down, trying to embody all of what I am.
“I would say no. My brother, Bama, he’s arrogant, cocky, and that works for him. Brooklyn, well he’s a little off, but he’s also the funny one of the family. He could tell a joke to a dead person and make them laugh. My baby brother, Brick, he’s a loose cannon, hardly any direction, and he’s always tryna figure out the next move for his life. He’s the risk taker. We’re all different, unique in our own ways.”
“I see, and that makes so much damn sense why my sisters are stuck on your brothers, but I’m not ‘bout to fall for it.” She giggled and sat back up in her seat.
“Wait, what do you mean? Your sisters are stuck on my brothers?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I mean, your brothers…go with my sisters. You know, Brazil and Bama, Kat and Brooklyn? I won’t be falling for your shit, since I can already see y’all are clearly irresistible.”
A laugh so hard and loud came from out of my body, I didn’t even know how to control it, but in the middle of my laughter, something dawned on me. This was one of their sisters, maybe she had some information on Katarra.
“You know what, as fate would have it, not only are we obviously meant to be together, but you might be able to help me.”
“With your accounts, I definitely can.” She giggled again, and I reached my hand over across the desk. Everytime she smiled, my dick beat against my boxers.
“Nah, with something else. See, my brother is convinced something happened to Katarra. We went all the way to Owensboro last night looking for her. You know if she’s ok?”
“Ok? Hell yeah, she’s fine. I just talked to her earlier this morning, but Owensboro? She didn’t mention she was going out of town.”
“I see. My brother is sure somebody took her or some shit. Some ex of hers.”
“An ex? I ain’t never even known for Kat to date anybody. Brooklyn is the first person I’ve ever seen her be with.”
“Same for Brooklyn. He loves her, and he’s been beating himself up over not being able to find her. He said they had a little tiff before he left, but then she sent him an I love you message, and never responded to anything else he said.”
“That is strange, I agree. Ok. Let me call her and see what I can find out, but what do I get for helping you out?” she asked, seductively. I wanted to give her this soul pole, but it was too early for that. She was the type you slow love.
“I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go, and I do mean anywhere. I’m telling you, we’re destined to be together. You gotta see that. Your sisters, my brothers, you’re the branch manager of the corporate bank? We like two peas in a pod.”
I reached my hand out for hers, and when her eyes linked with mine, I knew she could feel whatever I felt between us. Shit was like electricity; you gotta be careful with shit like that though.
“Deal. Give me a second.”
I nodded my head and sat back, waiting to see what would happen. Tarra’Lynn dialed her sister’s number on the phone on her desk and put it on speaker phone. I couldn’t wait to get some answers and let Brooklyn know where she was at and what was going on. I was hoping this was some big misunderstanding. When she finally answered the phone, she sounded agitated.
“What, bitch? I just talked to you this morning!”
“Woah, bitch, yeah you did, but I was calling to see what you were doing. I can’t call my big sister sometimes?”
“Yes, but not this much, now what you want? I got stuff to do?” Tarra’Lynn looked over at me and shook her head. She clearly was just as confused as I was.
“Damn, I just wanted to check on you and talk to you about Brooklyn and why I ain’t heard you say shit about him…where you at?”
“Damn, you think you my mama don’t you? I gotta go, Tarra. You just bein’ nosey. I’ll call you later.”
We both looked at each other shocked. Something was definitely going on, but she knew her sister better than I did.
“What do you think it is?” I asked, looking into her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders.
“I truly don’t know. I’ve never seen her act like this, so I don’t know. She ain’t the cheatin’ type, but she is very private, so finding out any information from her…well it’s worse than pulling teeth you know? I wish I could have been more help.”
“Baby, you were more than enough help.” I pulled her hand to me and kissed it. “I’m still gon’ take you wherever you wanna go, so you be thinkin’ about that. In the meantime, I need your help sorting out some of these transactions.”
She was so cute. She popped her knuckles and moved her head from side to side.
“Alright, let’s dig in, Mr. Bellshire.”
“I told you, baby, just call me Beta.”
“Fine, and you don’t have to call me Tarra’Lynn, you can just call me Tarra.”
“Oh, I got a few things I’d like to call you,” I mumbled.
“What did you say?”
She looked at me intently, but I didn’t say anything. For the next three hours, we went on to look at the transactions and the records, receipts, money in and out, and I figured out who it was. My brothers were gonna flip when I told them.
“Well, what are you going to do?” Tarra inquired, looking just as upset as I felt.
“Shit, there’s so much going on right now, I don’t know how I’m gonna tell them what’s up. We gotta have a family meeting, I just don’t know when we can, but the good news, at least I know what’s up, and I know how to fix it. Since I got this fuckin’ monkey off my back, let’s talk about me and you.”
“While I would love to do that, we ain’t all like you, street king. Why don’t you take my number and call me later? Then we can talk all about whatever you wanna talk about, ok?”
“Mhmm…I thought you said you weren’t gonna fall for the charm?”
“That was before I got charmed I guess. Get out of here, Beta, and good luck.”
She walked me to the door, and I bent down to place a kiss on her cheek. She smelled so good, like roses. I felt her tiny hands come up and caress my back, and it sent chills through my body. I ain’t nothin’ like my brothers. Bama, he knew him and Brazil was gon’ be together since they was kids. Brooklyn, he was cold and thought there was no bitch alive good enough for him, and me…nah, I been searching for my queen, and I knew I just found her.