Monday, July 18, 2016

Twins London & Lawrence is.....One Month Old!

Hi Divas,

                  Yes, its already 1 month. I can't believe I finally have my Princess and Prince. The first night home was scary but once we got on a routine, I have been amazed at how both of you have grown and shown so much personality. The Twins was born by C-Section on May 26th, 2016. I had a scheduled C-Section on May 27th but my water broke on the 26th @ 2:15am. I delivered at 9:23am Baby London was born with her brother Lawrence Caleb born at 9:25am. I was 38 weeks at the time of delivery.


Your current nicknames are LR, London Li, Riley, and Puddha. You love to lay on mommy chest, daddy's shoulder, taking naps in the car and bath time. You don't like to share space with your brother, your bassinet or your swing. London is the oldest born at 6 lbs and 17 inches. She was butt first and she cried once she came out. 

London is little miss independent. She is easy going, she loves to lay on her back in and entertain herself. She has started to make eye contact and listen for familiar voices. Car rides are great for her and she gets her sleep and just enjoys the rides. She is a very happy baby but she will get attitude if you do something she doesn't like. We are currently saying our ABC's, 123's and spelling her name to her. I know most people will say its too early but hey its never to early to teach your children education.


Your current nicknames are Caleb, LJ, Pooh, Stinker, Stink, Poppa & Handsome. You love to snuggle, eat, and sleep. Your favorite pass time is in your swing. You love the warm feel of a body. You are mommy snuggle buddy during those late nights as we have our mommy & son time. During bath time, you immediately know a warm bottle is coming afterwards and a nice baby massage, depending on the day you like and there are times your don't like it and want us to hurry up.

Born 2 minutes after your sister, you weight 6 lbs. l oz. at 17 inches, you was head down ready to enter this world.  You love a pacifier now but will go without it also if you have too. I love your strong grip, also you are lifting your head and hear familiar faces. You give the best kisses on my cheek. You totally dislike car rides if it disputes your sleep. You are your father's child when it comes to you sleep. I call you my little man, you show characteristics of mommy and daddy when it comes to your sleep routine.



My advice for moms especially new moms with twins is enjoy every moment. There are times I get frustrated or lost. But I just regroup and know everyday won't be perfect. Each day is different and that's what I love the most. When my babies are sleep, I sleep when I need to, eat good and stay hydrated cause breastfeeding twins is no joke. I also supplement with formula. The twins right now are breastfeeding 2-3 times a day for 5-10 minutes sometimes longer at night.
All advice is up to you on how you use it, not all advice will be good or helpful either. But its up to you to decide and your hormones is like your period all cray cray.

I know the first 3 months are going to be nuts but I wouldn't trade it at all. I have 17 years and 9 months to go, then comes college, families and grandkids. The circle of life.

I hope you enjoyed my twin update!! Look for more updates and videos coming soon. Don't forget to subscribe to my Youtube channel: Beautywithmika for my labor and delivery story.

Stay Blessed Divas!!


Saturday, May 21, 2016


Hi Divas,

                 As you know once the summer comes out best authors gives us the greatest reads for vacations, and run in the sun. P. Dotson author of Pure Sins, Enough of the Drama (1-3) , My Best Friends Man and Twisted Obsessions has released another book. 

Below is a excerpt for you to read to purchase this book on May 21st on the Publishers Website


Mona closed her eyes and covered her ears. Her body trembled, but not from the winter air that whipped around her. Tears leaked from her eyes and rolled off her rosy cheeks. She tried to summon up her imagination to escape the dark place she was in but, no matter how hard she tried to think of picket fences and white roses, she couldn't drown out her screams.
"Please, Monica," Rochelle begged. She struggled to free her hand from the handcuffs clamped around her wrists. Blood leaked from her open bullet wounds. She could feel the life slowly leaving her body, but she was determined to hold on for her baby boy.

Her life wasn't supposed to end like this, not at a time when things were looking up for her. She'd just gotten a promotion on her job and Ricardo finally popped the question. He finally decided to commit to her, after years of bullshit. They were finally ready to be a family. Her life literally flashed before her eyes. This shit wasn't fair. More tears rolled off her cheeks as she thought about all the what if's she'd never get a chance to experience.
"Please what?" Monica barked with a nine millimeter aimed at Rochelle's head. Her green eyes sent chills down Rochelle's spine.

"Why?" Rochelle asked for the one hundredth time that night. She needed answers. She needed to know why her best friend wanted her dead.

Monica did her best to suck up her tears. Her hand shook, but she made sure to never waver from her target. The air was cold and thick with deadly tension. Rochelle looked up into the cold eyes of the person who she once thought was her friend. 
They were dead. 

"Answer me!" she yelled with all the energy she had left in her. "Please," she whispered, placing her head on the cold, hard ground. Her body shook violently from fear and deep chill from the winter air that reached her bones. She'd been stripped down to her bra and panties.

"Because, he chose you," Monica said with a smile on her face. Rochelle's head popped up. The hurt and anger that passed through her body caused her to shake even more. "He fucking chose you." She laughed out loud. "I did everything for him. Whatever he needed or whatever he wanted, I fuckin' did it, and he still chose you. That car he got you, I fuckin' paid for it. That new house you live in, I fuckin paid for it and he still chose you."
Mona stood motionless as her mother continued to scream at Rochelle. Her ten-year-old mind was in a whirlwind. She couldn't understand what her mother was screaming about, but she knew this was wrong. She liked Ms. Rochelle. She'd always been nice to her, which was more than she could say for her own mother.
"I hate you!" Monica screamed as she squeezed the trigger.
When the first gunshot rang out, Mona spun around on her heels and ran. Her heart beat at her chest, as she ran blindly through the dark. She fell and scraped her knee, but she got up and kept on running.
"Oh God!" she called out the almighty savior's name when she felt someone grip her shoulder from behind.
"Mona!" her mother yelled. She shook her a little before she spun her around to face her.
"Ma . . . ma . . . mama, what just happened?" Mona cried with tears rolling down her cheeks. Her teeth chattered so much; she bit her tongue.

"I had to do it Mona. I did it for us. I did it for love."
"But w . . . w . . . why?" Mona stammered, as she struggled to catch her breath. Her thoughts were running wild. She jumped when her mother dropped to her knees and grabbed her by the chin.
"Never let another bitch enjoy what's yours. Always eliminate the competition. In this world, sometimes, you have to get grimy to get what you want. Understand?"
Mona couldn't even find her words; she simply nodded her head.

I know this nigga didn't just up and leave without so much as a thank you. I swear, niggas so unfucking grateful. After all the shit I went through, just so I could spend some time with his ass. I snapped my head to the right and glance at the clock on the stand. It was a little past ten. Check-out time, if I recall, was at noon.
I smacked my dry lips and swung my long pretty legs over the side of the bed.
I hoped he was in this got damn bathroom. I rode with his ass and parked my car at Wal-Mart. 
"Jamal!" I yelled as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The sour taste in my mouth was making my stomach turn. I played in my weave and rolled my eyes towards the ceiling.
Silence was my response. I had a feeling that he was long gone by now, but I got up and checked the bathroom anyway. Damn, I must have been knocked out cold because this nigga had time to take a shower and everything.  I walked back into the room and glanced at the clock real quick. I had time to handle my own hygiene.

My pussy was still sticky from the sex session I had last night. I felt funny. If my cat ain't right, I ain't right, so I quickly handled my business. I still couldn't believe his ass left me.
When he messaged me, I should've kept it moving, since he'd been stingy with his time for the past couple of months. But he was persistent and, real talk, I kind of liked the attention. So, here I was, stuck at least forty-five minutes away from home with only fifteen dollars to my name. This was what happened when you did dumb shit behind good dick. 
But the man upstairs blessed him with a monster between his legs. My pussy jumped as I reminisced about his long deep strokes. It would be a minute before I sampled the goods again because the nigga claimed he so in love with his girlfriend, but he didn't love her. If his ass loved her as much as he claimed, he wouldn't be dipping and diving in my cat. But, I'd give him his space for now.  I dried myself off and put on the same clothes I had on the night before, minus the underwear.
I grabbed my cellphone and sent a thanks to the man upstairs that I still had bars left. I called my bestie, Jade. My face immediately turned into a frown because she ignored my call, so I called right back.
"Heyyyyy," she answered this time. She was breathing all hard in my ear. My lips turned up because I was annoyed.
"I need you to come get me," I blurted out, getting straight to the point.
"Where you at?"
I gave her my location, grabbed my stuff, and headed down to the lobby. While I waited, I sent Jamal a text.
Me: I enjoyed myself last night. You could've waited for a bitch though.
I slipped on my red bottoms and shook my head. This was a waste. The nigga didn't even offer me a bite to eat, a drink, or nothing. Just took me to the hotel, gave me two rounds of good dick, and bounced.
Ten minutes later, I walked up to my girl's all-black Camaro. Her expression was blank, but I knew she was not happy about me hitting her up on a dime but, like always, my girl came through.
"Thanks chick," I sang before I hopped my pretty ass in the passenger seat beside her. As soon as I got comfortable, her car shut off. I glanced at her sideways and shook my head. "Girl, when you gone get rid of this raggedy ass car?" I frowned. 
My bestie, Jade, has had this car since we graduated high school. That was almost eight years ago.  It's raggedy, no air conditioning, and the passenger side window doesn't work. She had been driving this car around faithfully for years. I didn't understand why she couldn't get a new one. She had a decent paying job working as a bank teller. She should be able to come up with something better than this. 
"You're welcome and don't worry about my shit. Why the hell am I picking you up on this side of town?" Jade snapped at me. 
"Ugh! Lose the tude, bitch. You know I go from zero to ten real quick, bitch. You always bragging on this new nigga you got, how much money he rolling in; make that nigga pay for some shit. Get you some wheels or something. You allow these niggas to downgrade you, Jade."
"Bitch please."
"I'm just saying. You give in to easily. Make these niggas pay for something."
"Coming from a bitch who just walked out of the Days Inn without a ride. Yeah, okay Mona," she said, smacking her lips.
"And what's wrong with the Days Inn?" 
"It ain't five-star bitch. Its barely a step up from a Motel Six boo, so please don't come for me when your continental breakfast consists of a muffin and orange juice."
I gave her my middle finger and didn't even bother with the back and forth. I could really hurt her feelings and go in about that crispy ass weave sitting on top of her head, but I didn't. I was tired and needed to figure out what I was going to tell my husband.

Happy Reading!!


Saturday, May 14, 2016

Sneak Peek Skai 3


Hi Divas, 

Skai 3 will be coming out this Holiday season for you. I will update you on all of Sutton books coming this year for you along with links to purchase them.


Nina became hysterical as she looked into the bloodied bathroom. Skai began to gag. She had seen a lot in her time on this earth but never had she seen brain fragments splattered on a wall of a bathroom. Izzy and Roger quickly sprang into actions. Izzy lead the way toward Chrissy’s body laid out in the middle of the bathroom floor. Chrissy was not moving. Roger checked for a pulse, there wasn’t one. 
“This is not good. She is dead!” Roger said. 
“Fuck!” Izzy snapped. The next words that he heard sent shockwaves through his body. 
“Yes, please send help. She shot herself!!! I think she is dead…” His mother cried into the phone.  Izzy looked up. Fear and anger took over his body. The last thing that he needed was police there at the home. He did not need his house being a crime scene yet again. But it was too late. He snatched the phone from his mother and hung it up without even thinking. “Why did you do that?” Nina yelled at him. 
“We can handle this, ma!” Izzy snapped back.
“What the hell you mean we can handle this. She need some help. What the fuck is wrong with you?” she retorted. As much as Izzy wanted to keep his mother away from the life that he lived, it was time for her to know the truth otherwise they would all be under the jail. What he didn’t know was that the damage had already been done. 
“Mom, she is dead! There is nothing that we can do. But what I can’t allow is for my crib to be a damn crime scene. Hell, she shouldn’t have been here in the first place. I’m not mad that she dead if you really want to know the truth. I’m just pissed that I didn’t follow my first mind and slam the door in her damn face when she first showed up! Now look at this shit!” he was furious.  A second later, Izzy’s phone rang.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Izzy? She is family!” Izzy didn’t respond, instead he looked down at his phone. It was Detective Carter. He didn’t know rather to answer it or not. He decided not to but the detective called back to back until he did. 
“What up? I know that my time isn’t up yet?” Izzy said, trying to sound normal. 
“You tell me. I just heard over the scanner that there was a shooting at your home address. Units are seconds out. What the hell is going on?” Detective asked. Before Izzy could respond, a loud bang shook the front door. They all turned and looked at the door as the front windows glowed from the red and blue lights. Another bang came…Followed by another. Izzy knew that the only thing he can do now was to open the door and explain what happened. Before he could get there, the door flew off the hinges. Cops came rushing in with guns drawn, ready to shoot…

Wednesday, May 11, 2016


Hi Divas,

                  Tajana Sutton is back at it again for 2016 with a new book, now I want to let you know she hasn't forgot your favorite characters they will be back soon. But she has started something new and I would love to know what you think about it.


“Ari, I tried to be open minded about you and this young man, but as a mother, I have to put a stop to this madness. You are dancing on thin ice with this boy. He is a nice kid but he is trouble. I hoped that Jaz had changed over the years, but he has not. He is still the same ole devious soul that I remember from fifteen plus years ago. Because of that, I know exactly who Q is and what he is all about. He is a street nigga that comes from a long line of drug lords. With that come a lot of enemies which puts you in the crossfire. I can’t allow you to be involved in that mess. I worked too hard to raise you the right way to slip up now. I lived that life. I know what it consists of.
“But, Mom, he isn’t like that.”
“Yeah, you said that already, Ari, but what I just witnessed tells me something different,” Fiona stated firmly. Now, I know you like this boy, Honey, but I cannot allow you to see him anymore. Do I make myself clear?” Ari knew the truth about Q, yet she knew that her mother wasn’t one to repeat herself, so she left it alone. She stormed off to her room with tears running down her face and a heavy heart. She slammed the door.
“You wanna lose that damn door, Ari?” her mother yelled.
“No!” she yelled back with attitude.
“Slam it again and the motherfucker is coming off the hinges. Try me if you want to!” shouted Fiona. Ari didn’t reply. She worried about Q. She couldn’t sit still. She paced the floor, trying to keep calm. She grabbed her cell and called his phone, hoping to just hear his voice telling her that he was okay. Instead, she heard the deep voice of a man that she knew was Q’s father.
“Hey there, Sugar Plum!” the man taunted in a sarcastic tone.
“Where is Q?” she asked, ignoring his antics.
“Oh, baby, he can’t come to the phone right now. He’s a little tied up at the present time,” Jaz said to Ari in that same sardonic tone. Before Ari could utter another word, she heard a loud scream from a male followed by a grunt. She knew that sound emerged from Q.
“What are you doing to him?” she asked with aggression.
“I’m teaching this ungrateful nigga a lesson. He needs to be taught discipline. A hard head makes a soft ass. I’m sure you’ve heard that a million times since your mom use to say it all the time back in the day,” Jaz said. Another scream sounded out, sending a blow to Ari’s heart. The next sound that came through the phone sent chills through Ari’s body. It was the sound of a chain saw. “Word of advice, don’t disobey your mother she was trained by the best!” he said then hung up in Ari’s face. She became hysterical. She ran out the room, not caring if she would be in trouble or not. She went in the kitchen where her mother was.
“Ma, we have to help him! They are gonna kill him!” Ari cried out.


Sunday, May 8, 2016

Happy Mothers Day!!!

Hi Divas,

I want to wish everyone a Happy Mothers Day!! I hope you enjoy this day the way you want and feel appreciated. 

I personally think everyday we should celebrate mothers for all the hardworking you.

See you in the next post!


Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Blog Shoe Sale

Hi Divas & Gents,

I'm holding a blog shoe sale

Here is the link

Happy Shopping!!