Fire in the Water by Pat G’Orge-Walker
Smooth-talking talking Musician, Sanjay Thomas’ “hit it and quit it” past has caught up to him. Like a Mack truck, it will flip him and leave him waffling, wondering if Jesus was only kidding about forgiving him.
Falling in love with best selling author, Celeste Francois, was unplanned. That romance placed him in a situation where a ‘lie’ will force him to make another life-altering decision; if he leaves her, he will save Celeste’s fragile self-esteem and her amazing literary career from being destroyed, staying is no longer an option. Sanjay Thomas makes the sacrifice to abandon her …but for how long?
Celeste Francois, a single mother with a pair of ten year-old high-spirited twin girls, Jonnay and Jeannette, is on a mission. Celeste is seeking revenge on the man who told her he didn’t care if she thought she was overweight. He didn’t care if she was more successful in her writing career than he was as a struggling musician. He said he just wanted her for her. She knew he lied when he suddenly disappeared without a word.
Nothing has prepared her for the shock of learning the object of her hatred will return from the shadows fifteen years later until the church hires him to be the musical director for the Masterpiece she works hard to put in production. Now she’s mad and conflicted enough to think she can persuade Jesus to let her have revenge on the man who’s turned her world upside down, after that they can go their separate ways. Celeste brings her own brand of hell to Sanjay. Heaven help him, he’s going to need it.
Excerpt from Fire in the Water by Pat G’Orge-Walker
Sanjay was elated that Celeste had reached out to him after the Church paired them for the production of a fundraiser. No one in Landmark Assembly knew that twelve years ago, the two of them had been more than joined at more than just the hip. The love they shared was epic—until he was forced to disappear to protect her from an enemy neither of them saw coming.
Sanjay had suggested they meet at Pathos, an open-air Greek restaurant in Midtown New York. The place’s set-up gave ample opportunity to run, should either of them choose, or need to do so. The tension spread between them so thick it could’ve been cut with a butcher knife.
He’d arrived dressed to impress sporting expensive Armani attire from head to toe. His dark curly hair had just a few strands of early gray that made him look more distinguished than old. All of this had helped propel him to super stardom. All of it paled in comparison to the woman sitting across from him.
“You look amazing,” he told her, as he fidgeted in his seat. “Everything about you seems the same as when I last saw you.”
“I should look ‘amazing,” she’d said slowly and deliberately. “Being headache free for the past eleven years was therapeutic.”
Sanjay ignored the snide remark choosing to focus on the menu he’d picked up. “See anything you’d like?” He peered over the top of the menu. “You can order whatever you want.”
Celeste had begun studying the menu. After a few seconds, she raised her eyes. “How do you think they cook their crow? I think you should try some.”
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Sanjay placed the menu down and ordered wine—a bottle. For himself.
Besides the Greek cuisine and decor—the same type served the night they’d met at her book release party—everything hinted that he was hoping for a new beginning. He had never stopped loving her. Evidently, from her bitter demeanor, she didn’t feel anywhere close to the same.
He’d meant it when he’d told her that she looked “amazing.” Her trademark dimples, deep like two upside down funnels reminding him of how smitten he was when he’d first seen them. Back then every picture she took, her dimples caused a distraction from her pretty face, in a good way.
“I guess by now you know they are out of crow,” he said giving her a winning smile. “Would you like to order something else? I still can’t believe we finally meet again,” Sanjay told Celeste, each word sounding more like a question. “I’m praising God that I am finally able to apologize for how wrong I was.” Hesitantly, he reached for her hand.
Celeste jerked her hand away, pretending not to see his wince.
Taking a deep breath, he continued, “I never thought I’d get the chance to reconnect and then you called last week. I’m so happy to learn you’re doing well. I can imagine it would be peaceful living alone where you could continue your writing passion.”
Celeste bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood that would match the lipstick she wore. She hadn’t decided on how to keep the twins out of her mess, so she never told Sanjay he was a father. Celeste was all they needed, so it was hardly the kind of news she wanted to share with them or him.
She’d cross that bridge when she ran over it. Or him. Right now she had a mission for her play’s production to complete. Family introductions weren’t part of that deal. And if she had her way, that particular truth would never come to light.
If Sanjay realized Celeste had tuned him out, he didn’t show it. He continued trying to interject his failing charm into the conversation. “I would’ve never thought you attended Landmark Assembly.”
“And I would’ve never thought you wouldn’t be playing in Satan’s No Sunshine Band somewhere,” she shot back. “But here we are.
( Continued… )
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About the Author
Pat G’Orge (pronounced Gee-Or-Jjay) – Walker is in a league of her own. This accomplished Christian author and comedienne has an amazing mind and talent for turning her observations of church life into gems of sidesplitting humor. It is her own special gift from God that enables G’Orge-Walker to depict the often ridiculous antics of church folk without subverting the Good News or watering down the potency of its message.
Pat G’Orge-Walker has paid a high price for the ever-present smile on her face. This Mt. Vernon, New York PK (preacher’s kid) has survived a raging house fire; a violent assault; a car crash that mangled her body and a viral infection that left her temporarily blinded. Through it all, Pat quietly soaked in material from her father’s Baptist congregation and her mother’s Pentecostal assembly to create the stories that keep readers and audiences howling with laughter. Pat is a ‘kept woman’ whose life is held firmly and safely in God’s hand. Mercy and compassion season every word spoken or written by Pat, who makes her story palpitate in the hearts of people who readily relate to victory over adversity.
The First Lady of Gospel Comedy forges a successful career as author and comedian. She has paved the way for many others in both fields. Pat’s storytelling is likened to Zora Neale Hurston’s folklore’a documentation of American culture and church life in literature.
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