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Sneak Peek: A HOUSE DIVIDED by Kimberla Lawson Roby

A House Divided  by  Kimberla Lawson Roby

Life is close to perfect for the Reverend Curtis Black and his wife, Charlotte—except their son Matthew and his girlfriend, Racquel, are about to become parents at the tender age of eighteen. Even though Curtis and Charlotte wish Matthew could focus on Harvard instead of fatherhood, they are determined to welcome their new grandson with open arms. But for Charlotte, welcoming her future in-laws is another story. Try as she might, Charlotte can’t stand Racquel’s mother, Vanessa—and the feeling appears to be mutual.
When the tension between Charlotte and Vanessa finally erupts, the stress sends an already-fragile Racquel into early labor. Everyone is quick to blame Charlotte, including Matthew and Curtis. Of course, this infuriates Charlotte—the idea that her husband would side with someone else—and it strains the relationship she and Curtis have only recently been able to repair. Her one ally, though, is Racquel’s father, but that brings problems of its own.
While Charlotte schemes against Vanessa, Curtis is consumed with his own concerns about Deliverance Outreach. A mysterious figure from his past has been sending Curtis cryptic messages threatening to take away Curtis’s coveted position as senior pastor and destroy everything he has worked so hard for. But who could hate Curtis that much? And how can he fight an enemy he can’t even name?
Times of trouble are descending upon the Black family in more ways than one. Will they be able to overcome their challenges and stand together against someone who could take it all away? Or is the Black family finally out of miracles?
A HOUSE DIVIDED by Kimberla Lawson Roby

Chapter 2

As soon as the automatic ER doors opened, Curtis, who was dressed casually in a black turtleneck, black pants and a black leather jacket—perfect for the mild January temperatures they were having—quickly strutted through them.  Charlotte left everyone in the waiting area, rushing toward him.  She hugged him as though her life depended on it, and wished she never had to let him ago—she prayed this nightmare wasn’t actually happening.
“So is there any news?” Curtis asked.  “I got here as fast as I could, and I called Matt while I was driving.  He’s worried to death.”
“I can only imagine, and no, so far we haven’t heard a thing.  Vanessa and Neil are in with Racquel, though.”
“Well, we may as well have a seat,” he said.
Charlotte really didn’t want to, not with some of Racquel’s relatives and her mother’s friends still there.  They’d been gawking at her and whispering the whole half an hour they’d been there, and not one person had tried to console her.  She could tell they blamed her and not Vanessa, and that they didn’t care how she was feeling.  They acted as though they hated her.
But since there was nowhere else to go, at least not where they’d be able to receive in-person updates about Racquel and the baby, she went along with Curtis and sat back down in the waiting area.  Curtis said hello to a few of the women, and Charlotte wanted to slap two of these Jezebels because of the way they were staring at him.  Women.  They knew full well who Curtis was and that he was very married, but that certainly hadn’t stopped them from smiling at him like teenage school girls.  Charlotte almost laughed out loud, though, because neither of them could hold a candle to her in the looks or class department, and what she wanted to tell them was that Curtis would never have either one of them; not even if he was single and desperate.
Another half hour passed, and Curtis’s phone rang.  It was Matthew.
“Hey son,” he said.  “No, not yet…I know, but everything is going to be fine.  I’ve been praying like never before, and I already called some of my staff members.  They’re praying and they’re going to ask for everyone else’s prayers.  It’s Saturday, and no one is working this afternoon at the church, but Lana is going to ask one of our administrative assistants to post it on our Facebook and Twitter feeds.  A lot of the members follow them, and I know everyone will be praying for Racquel and the baby.”
Charlotte looked on as Curtis tried to calm their son and reassure him that everything was going to be okay and while she loved Matthew, she was hoping he didn’t want to speak to her.  She didn’t want to have to answer the kind of questions she knew he would ask.
“Your mom?” Curtis said, looking at her, and Charlotte swallowed the lump in her throat.  “She’s right here.  Hold on.”
Charlotte hesitated but then took the phone.  “Hi son, how are you?”
“Not good, Mom.  What happened?  Why did Racquel go into labor?  I’ve been trying to call you.”
Charlotte knew he’d been trying to call, but she’d pressed IGNORE each time his number had displayed.  She’d wanted so badly to hear his voice, but she just hadn’t been able to do it.
“Honey, I don’t know,” she lied.  “One minute Racquel was opening her gifts, and the next she was screaming out in pain and her water had broken.  It’s all a mystery, and I’m so sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too, and if I don’t hear something soon, I’m taking the last flight out of here.”
Charlotte had known this was coming, and she had to talk him out of it.  “Sweetie, I don’t think that’s a good idea.  I mean, I know how worried you are, but you just started your second semester.  You really don’t need to miss any classes this week.”
“But what about Racquel and the baby?  They really need me, Mom.  They need me to be there.”
“Your dad and I are here, and your grandparents will be, too.  Plus, we may be worrying for nothing because there’s a chance that Racquel and the baby will be fine.  Babies come early all the time with no problems.”
“Still, I really need to be there.  I’ll bet Racquel is terrified.”
“Why don’t you just wait until we hear more,” she said, trying to appease him.  “Then, if you still think you need to come, we’ll make a reservation for you.”
“Whatever, mom,” he said.  “I just don’t understand this, though.  Because with the exception of Racquel’s blood pressure being a little high, she’d been doing fine, and so was the baby.  I just don’t get what went wrong.”
Charlotte didn’t say anything.
“Can I speak back to Dad?”
“Of course, and honey, I love you.”
 “I love you, too.”
Charlotte handed the phone over to Curtis.
“Son, don’t worry,” he said.  “We just have to trust and believe that God is going to protect Racquel and the baby.  We have to stay prayerful.”
Curtis chatted with Matthew for a few more minutes and then told him he’d call him back as soon as they knew something.  Charlotte phoned her mom and dad, her friend, Janine, and then her Aunt Emma to let them know what was going on.  Curtis had dropped their daughter, Curtina, off at Aunt Emma’s before heading to the hospital, so Charlotte had wanted to check on her, too.
Finally, after another twenty minutes or so, a thirty-something nurse walked into the waiting area.  “Hi, I’m looking for the Anderson family.”
Racquel’s Aunt Laura spoke up.  “We’re the Anderson family.”
“And the Black family, too.  We’re the baby’s other grandparents,” Charlotte said matter-of-factly, but when Curtis glanced at her disapprovingly, she regretted it.
“It’s good to meet all of you,” the nurse said.  “I’m here because Racquel wanted me to let you know that she’s fine, and that she just gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.”
Everyone blew a sigh of relief, and tears streamed down Charlotte’s face.  Everyone hugged the person sitting next to them, and Charlotte squeezed Curtis as tightly as she could. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Lord,” she said.
The nurse smiled at everyone.  “Okay, well, I just wanted to give you the great news, and Dr. and Mrs. Anderson will be out shortly.”
“Thank you for the update,” Curtis said.
“No problem.  We all love Dr. Anderson here, so we sort of feel like little Baby Anderson is our baby, too.”
You mean little Matthew Curtis Black the Second.  Charlotte wished she could yell those words out loud for the whole world to hear, but she knew Curtis wouldn’t like it, and that it would likely infuriate Vanessa’s friends and family members, so she didn’t.
“We really do appreciate everything you’ve done for my great niece and great-great nephew,” Aunt Laura added.
“You’re quite welcome.  You all take care now,” the nurse said, turning and leaving.
Curtis pulled out his iPhone, preparing to dial Matthew.  “Wow, God is good all the time, and all the time God is good.”
“One of Vanessa’s friends—one of the “ugly teenage school girls” who’d spoken to Curtis when he’d first walked in—said, “You are so right, Pastor, and I just know it helped having a true man of God like yourself praying the way you were.  A man like you must have the absolute best relationship with Jesus, and I’m sure that’s why He answered your prayers so quickly.
Curtis smiled, and Charlotte was glad Matthew had answered his phone on the first ring because had this woman continued her flirtatious looks and comments, Charlotte would have had to set her straight and the scenario would have been worse than it had been between her and Vanessa.  Charlotte hated feeling this way, but she just couldn’t stand it when women blatantly came on to her husband, letting him know they wanted him and that they didn’t care whether he had a wife or not.  This woman acted as though, Charlotte wasn’t even sitting there.
“Hey, son,” Curtis said.  “Great news.  You have beautiful little boy, and Racquel is fine, too….yes, they’re both doing well.  We’re just waiting for Racquel’s parents to come out to give us more details…no, I really don’t think you need to come, unless you maybe just want to fly in tonight and then right back out tomorrow.  That way you won’t miss your classes on Monday…yeah, that would work, too, so just let me know what you decide once you speak to Racquel.  I’m sure you’ll be able to talk to her soon…Okay, I love you, too, son.”
What did he say?” Charlotte said.  “And why did you say, ‘that would work, too’?”
“Matt was saying that since Racquel and the baby are fine, maybe he’ll just wait and miss class on Friday only.  That way, he can fly home Thursday night and stay until Sunday.”
“He really shouldn’t miss any classes at all.”
“I know, baby, but he has a new son, and I totally understand why he wants to see him.  He’s a father now and if I were him, I’d want to get here right away, too.”
“I realize that, but Matt worked hard to get straight As all the way through high school.  I just don’t wanna see him ruin his scholarship.  It’s not every day that any child receives a four-year academic scholarship to Harvard University, and the last thing he needs is to be missing classes.  Not to mention jeopardizing his grades.”
Charlotte looked over at Aunt Laura, along with the hussy who was still gawking at Curtis, and wished they’d mind their own business.  They’d been listening to her and Curtis’s entire conversation, and there was no doubt they would take every bit of it back to Vanessa.  They’d twist and exaggerate Charlotte’s words and have Vanessa thinking Charlotte didn’t want her own son to fly home to see his new baby, when in reality, all Charlotte wanted was what was best for Matthew and her grandchild.
After an hour had passed everyone started to get worried, and finally Vanessa and Neil came out to the waiting area and led them all to a large executive conference room.  Charlotte assumed since Neil was on staff there, he could use whichever room he wanted.
“Everyone, please have a seat,” he told them.  “Overall, Racquel and little MJ are fine.  But I figured it would be better to speak to everyone in private instead of disturbing the other families.”
Little MJ?  Charlotte kept her mouth shut, but if she’d said it once, she’d said it a thousand times.  Her grandson’s name wasn’t Matthew Jr., it was Matthew II.  Matthew…the…Second.  Matthew…Curtis…Black…the…Second.
“The reason it took us a while to come out here,” Neil continued, “is because little MJ stopped breathing two different times, and they had to intubate him, start and I.V. and place him in an incubator.”
Charlotte covered her mouth with both hands.  “Oh no.”
Curtis shook his head with sadness, and everyone else’s spirits dropped dramatically.
 
( Continued… )
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Sneak Peek: Have No Shame by Melissa Foster

HAVE NO SHAME; Where civil rights and forbidden love collide, will resonate with readers who enjoyed Kathryn Stockett’s, THE HELP, Julie Kibler’s, CALLING ME HOME, John Grisham’s, A TIME TO KILL, Sue Monk Kidd’s, THE SECRET LIFE OF BEES, and Kathleen Grissom’s, THE KITCHEN HOUSE.
Hagerstown Magazine calls HAVE NO SHAME a, “A gripping and poignant novel dealing with a subject once taboo in American society.”   When a secretive friendship with a young black man takes an unexpected romantic turn, Alison is forced to choose between her predetermined future, and the dangerous path that her heart yearns for.
HAVE NO SHAME is an emotionally compelling coming of age novel featuring a young woman who cannot reconcile the life she wants with the one she’s been brought up to live.  Have No Shame will resonate with anyone who has ever fallen in love, and those who have been forced to choose between what they know in their hearts to be true, and what others would like them to believe.

Chapter Excerpt from Have No Shame by Melissa Foster

It was the end of winter 1967, my father was preparin’ the fields for plantin’, the Vietnam War was in full swing, and spring was peekin’ its pretty head around the corner. The cypress trees stood tall and bare, like sentinels watchin’ over the St. Francis River. The bugs arrived early, thick and hungry, circlin’ my head like it was a big juicy vein as I walked across the rocks toward the water.
My legs pled with me to jump from rock to rock, like I used to do with my older sister, Maggie, who’s now away at college. I hummed my new favorite song, Penny Lane, and continued walkin’ instead of jumpin’ because that’s what’s expected of me. I could just hear Daddy admonishin’ me, “You’re eighteen now, a grown up. Grown ups don’t jump across rocks.” Even if no one’s watchin’ me at the moment, I wouldn’t want to disappoint Daddy. If Maggie were here, she’d jump. She might even get me to jump. But alone? No way.
The river usually smelled of sulfur and fish, with an underlyin’ hint of desperation, but today it smelled like somethin’ else all together. The rancid smell hit me like an invisible billow of smog. I covered my mouth and turned away, walkin’ a little faster. I tried to get around the stench, thinkin’ it was a dead animal carcass hidin’ beneath the rocks. I couldn’t outrun the smell, and before I knew it I was crouched five feet above the river on an outcroppin’ of rocks, and my hummin’ was replaced by retchin’ and dry heavin’ as the stench infiltrated my throat. I peered over the edge and fear singed my nerves like thousands of needles pokin’ me all at once. Floatin’ beneath me was the bloated and badly beaten body of a colored man. A scream escaped my lips. I stumbled backward and fell to my knees. My entire body began to shake. I covered my mouth to keep from throwin’ up. I knew I should turn away, run, get help, but I could not go back the way I’d come. I was paralyzed with fear, and yet, I was strangely drawn to the bloated and ghastly figure.
I stood back up, then stumbled in my gray midi-skirt and saddle shoes as I made my way over the rocks and toward the riverbank. The silt-laden river was still beneath the floatin’ body. A branch stretched across the river like a boney finger, snaggin’ the bruised and beaten body by the torn trousers that clung to its waist. His bare chest and arms were so bloated that it looked as if they might pop. Tremblin’ and gaspin’ for breath, I lowered myself to the ground, warm tears streamin’ down my cheeks.
While fear sucked my breath away, an underlyin’ curiousity poked its way through to my consciousness. I covered my eyes then, tellin’ myself to look away. The reality that I was seein’ a dead man settled into my bones like ice. Shivers rattled my body. Whose father, brother, uncle, or friend was this man? I opened my eyes again and looked at him. It’s a him, I told myself. I didn’t want to see him as just an anonymous, dead colored man. He was someone, and he mattered. My heart pounded against my ribcage with an insistence—I needed to know who he was. I’d never seen a dead man before, and even though I could barely breathe, even though I could feel his image imprintin’ into my brain, I would not look away. I wanted to know who had beaten him, and why. I wanted to tell his family I was sorry for their loss.
An uncontrollable urgency brought me to my feet and drew me closer, on rubber legs, to where I could see what was left of his face. A gruesome mass of flesh protruded from his mouth. His tongue had bloated and completely filled the openin’, like a flesh-sock had been stuffed in the hole, stretchin’ his lips until they tore and the raw pulp poked out. Chunks of skin were torn or bitten away from his eyes.
I don’t know how long I stood there, my legs quakin’, unable to speak or turn back the way I had come. I don’t know how I got home that night, or what I said to anyone along the way. What I do know is that hearin’ of a colored man’s death was bad enough—I’d heard the rumors of whites beatin’ colored men to death before—but actually seein’ the man who had died, and witnessin’ the awful remains of the beatin’, now that terrified me to my core. A feelin’ of shame bubbled within me. For the first time ever, I was embarrassed to be white, because in Forrest Town, Arkansas, you could be fairly certain it was my people who were the cause of his death. And as a young southern woman, I knew that the expectation was for me to get married, have children, and perpetuate the hate that had been bred in our lives. My children, they’d be born into the same hateful society. That realization brought me to my knees.
( Continued… )
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Sneak Peek: The Red Order by Cerece Rennie Murphy

The Red Order by Cerece Rennie Murphy

After a surprise defeat in Chicago, the Guild creates The Red Order, unleashing a new weapon against those who dare to challenge their authority.  To survive, a band of renegade Seers, led by Joel Akida and Lilli Knight, must fight against their own kind to protect a truth so powerful that it will destroy the very foundation upon which the Guild is built.  The Red Order continues the epic battle for freedom which began in Order of the Seers, revealing the secret motives behind an organization that exists to exploit and a movement that seeks to usher in the next phase in human evolution.  
Chapter 1 Excerpt: The Defeated
The fact that Crane Le Dieu had barely escaped with his life intact less than ten hours ago did nothing to humble his demeanor as he stormed out of the steel-glass elevator, as bold and arrogant as always. 
“You!” Crane shouted, pointing his finger at the middle-aged Asian woman who sat at the far side of the room. “Did you hear what happened?  How could you let this happen?”
As he cut across the sea of cluttered work stations that made up the office level of the Guild’s lead research facility in Geneva, Dr. Ming Jhu seemed all but oblivious to Crane’s approach.  In contrast to the crackling tension in the room, Ming looked utterly detached as she took a long draw from her cigarette and stared at the email message on her laptop.  As head of Research and Development, it was bad form for her to just be sitting there, so indifferent to her superior while the other scientists around her froze in terror at Crane’s presence.  But she’d been like this for at least an hour.  Even with the Guild’s lockdown protocol, which had them sequestered in their offices at 11 o’clock at night, Crane bursting into their facility yelling demands at her was nothing new.  What felt refreshing was that for the first time, Ming didn’t give a damn. 
It would have been nice, she thought, to have had this objectivity twenty years ago, before she had bartered her life away while most of her colleagues were being killed.  In the early days of the International Science Team’s research on Seers, Eli Tanner, Gerard Morrow, Willem Knight, Neeva Patel, Hasaam Al Attar, and the other lead scientists had been such good mentors to her that she had considered them family, or so she thought, before she choose self-preservation and advancement over them.  By the time the Guild had asked for her allegiance, she knew Willem Knight and Gerard Morrow were dead because of their refusal to cooperate with the Guild’s new agenda to catalog and harness new Seers against their will.  Back then, she was just another eager, twenty-nine year old junior researcher, but she had shown tremendous promise, and the Guild made their interest in her known as soon as it was clear that most of the Seer Project’s lead scientists would need to be replaced.  With the gift of hindsight and twenty-three years of experience behind her, Ming could almost laugh now at the fact that she had been naïve enough to be more flattered than frightened when Crane came to her apartment to recruit her.  It was only later that she learned how much blind ambition and stupidity had in common. 
But Ming’s desire for advancement wasn’t the only thing that kept her with the Guild.  She had also just met Thea Case and was only starting to learn what it meant to find the one person you would do anything for.  In the years that followed, Thea made most of the despicable things Ming had done bearable, if not quite worth it. The irony of what Ming now knew made the rims of her weary eyes burn with the need to cry, but she refused to do that here.  Instead, she squinted at her computer screen while flicking the ash from her unfiltered Dunhill on the floor before taking another long deep drag.  And it’s all for nothing now. It’s all for nothing, she thought as she exhaled the smoke from her cigarette and read the email in front of her for the 47th time.
M – Got your message and saw the news about the lockdown.  Wish I could have told you this in person, but since I don’t know when you’ll be home, I think it’s better to get this out now.  Just came from Dr. William’s office.  I’ve gone into stage four of my cancer.  There’s nothing left to do.  I think it’s time to start letting go.
Love,
Thea
“Do you hear me talking to you?  Are you suddenly deaf?  I know you’ve heard what happened in Chicago.  Andreas and I were lucky to escape with our lives!”  Though Crane was now standing directly behind Ming, his voice had not descended one octave from when he began screaming at her from across the room. 
“Pity,” he heard Ming say softly.
“Excuse me?”  Crane sneered.  He wasn’t sure which part of what he said made her respond so inappropriately, but the insinuation of indifference only made him angrier.
He reached for the back of her chair and spun her around with such force she would have made a complete 360-degree turn if she hadn’t jammed the left 3” heel of her boot into his foot.
When she finally looked up to meet his gaze, she noted that he looked more surprised than in pain, as if he really thought that she had, for a moment, gone deaf.
Disgusted, Ming flicked her ash in Crane’s direction before taking another drag.  Though she had heard about the events in Chicago, she had received the news shortly after Thea’s email and as a result, it fell into the same category as Crane’s presence – nothing she cared about anymore. The calmness she felt now was in sharp contrast to her demeanor two hours ago when she’d first received Thea’s email.
No one, including Crane, moved a muscle as she exhaled her smoke and finally responded to his question.
“I said, what a pity you escaped with your life.”
Watching the shock flash-freeze Crane’s entire expression was the best present she’d received all year. Ming settled back in her chair to enjoy it, letting a satisfied smirk spread across her full, heart-shaped face. 
Recovering slowly from Ming’s brazenness, Crane could not help but smile as he saw the hate Ming had always tried to hide from him on full display.  While he preferred fear, hate from those he considered to be truly powerless was also something he enjoyed, and his mood lightened at the thought of watching Ming attempt to spar with him.  Clearing his throat, Crane rearranged his amusement into a stern expression. 
“You failed,” he began.  “You should have known about their true potential.  It was your job.”
“Oooh,” Ming responded, as her eyes went wide with mock curiosity, “Now you want to know about potential.  That’s funny.  I don’t even know what you’re talking about.  We don’t do science here,” she explained calmly with a wave of her hand around the room.  “We only do what you tell us.  So what can I say?  I guess we’re all just as limited as your imagination.”
Crane hadn’t expected her to cut to the chase so quickly, to turn the tables and blame him for what happened.  His enjoyment was gone as quickly as it came and Ming knew it.  She arched her brow in anticipation of his response. 
“What’s gotten into you? You know better than to test me.” Crane bent down toward her slightly and lowered his voice to a hiss before adding, “I will have her ki-“
“Yeah, see, that’s the thing,” she interrupted.  “I hear you.  I really do.”
Ming turned from him and put out her cigarette on the edge of her desk while keeping her heel firmly dug into what she believed was his big toe.  Why isn’t this hurting him, she wondered in passing as she turned back to Crane with a new cigarette dangling from her lips and a matchbook in her hand. 
“Except, you’re a little late – which is unusual for you, I’ll admit,” she began while looking down to light her cigarette.  “This just hasn’t been your week.”
The corners of Crane’s eyes trembled with the effort it took for him to refrain from reaching out and strangling her where she sat. Though she was focused on lighting up her new-old habit, Ming didn’t miss the twitching of his hands as he waited for her to finish.  It made her proud to see him so out of control.  It had been a long time since she’d had this much power over anything.
Nodding her understanding of his restraint, she continued.  “You see, Thea is dying. I got the email two hours ago,” she paused to fully exhale before adding, “So there literally is no one left for you to kill except me, and as you can see, I’m suddenly feeling up for a fight.”
Crane responded with a loud and mirthless laugh.  Ming fought to keep her back straight as the ice-cold sound made its way down her spine.  There is nothing more he can take from me, she reminded herself as she continued to smoke her cigarette with a slightly less than steady hand.
When his laughter finally died down, Crane returned his gaze to Ming and smiled at her, almost lovingly.  “Ming,” he cooed, “You’re always so articulate.   It’s one of the things I like about you.”
And in less time than it took for Ming to pull the cigarette she had just inhaled from her lips, Crane was over her like the pitch black cover of night as he grabbed the hand that held her cigarette.  Though he was not a particularly large man, Ming was shocked that he still managed to block out all the light from the overhead flood lamps and ceiling-to-wall reflective windows that were meant to inspire greatness from the scientists that worked there.  But Ming couldn’t see any of her colleagues as they stood by passively, couldn’t see anything beyond the charcoal of his herringbone suit as he pushed her chair against the edge of her desk while his face, smooth and pallid, hovered close enough for her to smell the 100 year-old scotch he’d consumed an hour ago. 
“And I do like you, Ming, but not enough to keep you alive if you’re not willing to cooperate,” he said softly.  The dulcet tones of his voice contrasted sharply with his vise grip on her left wrist and hand.  Ming turned slightly toward her twisted fingers to see her cigarette drop red ash on the backside of his hand.  He didn’t flinch.
Even through the pain in her hand, her inquisitive mind could not shut down.  Something is wrong here, she thought.  Her heel was still buried in the fine leather of his shoe and the flesh of his big toe and he had yet to react to it. 
By the way he shifted the bones in her hand, she knew he wanted her to scream.  But as frightened as she was, she knew she was stronger than the breaking of her wrist.  Though her courage had waned, her resolve held firm.  Not trusting her voice to remain steady, Ming did the only thing she could as she forced her gaze upwards to meet Crane’s and exhaled the smoke she’d been holding in her lungs into his face.
If she could have predicted what would happen next, she would have tried to hold her breath forever.  But by the time Crane leaned in closer, it was too late.  She watched in growing horror as Crane’s eyes fluttered closed just before he leaned into the smoke she’d exhaled, and breathed in as if savoring a lover’s caress.  The intimacy of the gesture made her stomach spasm with revulsion.  When Crane opened his eyes to meet hers, he was pleased to find the fear he’d been waiting for.  He finally had her attention.
“I love the taste of something burning,” he whispered, just before Andreas Menten interrupted them.
( Continued… )
© 2013 All rights reserved. Book excerpt reprinted by permission of the author, Cerece Rennie Murphy.  This excerpt is used for promotional purposes only. Do not reproduce, copy or use without the publisher’s written permission. Share a link to this page or the author’s website if you really like this promotional excerpt.

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ISBN-13: 978-0985621025

Order of the Seershttp://www.amazon.com/Order-Seers-Cerece-Rennie-Murphy/dp/0985621001
ISBN-10: 0985621001
ISBN-13: 978-0985621001


About the Author

Cerece Rennie Murphy lives and writes just outside of her hometown of Washington, DC. In addition to completing the Order of the Seers trilogy, Ms. Murphy is also developing a children’s book series titled Enchanted: 5 Tales of Magic in the Everyday and a book on understanding marriage/relationship advice for single women entitled More than the Ring.  To learn more about the author and her upcoming projects, visit her website at http://www.crmurphybooks.com. 
 

Sneak Peek: Betrayed by Patricia Haley

Sneak Peek:  Betrayed  by Patricia Haley

Dave Mitchell’s family is shaken to its core when his illicit affair with his secretary, a woman twenty years his junior, results in a pregnancy. Dave has fervently sought redemption from God, but his troubles are far from over. His wife, Madeline, vows never to forgive him or his mistress for selfishly destroying her family. Constant images of betrayal shove Madeline into divorce court, where the division of property ignites a nasty battle over the controlling interest in the family business. She wants more than Dave can give and refuses to settle for less than thirteen years of marriage warrants. Madeline is determined not to lose again.
Once the dust settles and the divorce is finalized, Dave accepts the consequences of his decision as irrevocable. His family is gone, but he remains certain that God has a plan for him. He proposes to Sherry, prepared to move on with his life.
Madeline is enraged by Dave’s persistent sense of peace and his upcoming union with the woman who ruined their lives. She becomes unhinged, obsessed with creating havoc for them.
In the midst of all this chaos, Dave and Madeline’s children are suffering. When an unspeakable tragedy occurs, Madeline refuses to take any responsibility for her part in all the drama. Unless the Mitchell family learns the true meaning of unconditional love, the power of forgiveness, and God’s amazing grace, they could be stuck on this tragic path for years to come.
“Good morning, Mr. Mitchell,” the security guard called as Dave strolled through the lobby of DMI.
Dave replied with a pleasant greeting. Indeed it was a good morning. For the first time in over a year, he’d slept at home, in his own bed, instead of in the leased unit. Night after night of lying down and getting up in the leased penthouse suite had been agonizing, more than he’d realized until this morning. Waking up and setting his feet on the rug he and Madeline had purchased in Spain many years ago, had given him an extra charge. He was reminded of how happy they once were as a couple.
Rising at 5:00 a.m. to be in the office by 6:00 a.m. didn’t feel as daunting, not today. He was alive. Now that he was at DMI, his place of refuge, he experienced a renewed sense of purpose, which strengthened with each step.
“You have a good day, sir,” Dave told the guard as he approached the elevators. On second thought, he had enough energy to climb the stairs to the sixth floor. He could use the time to clear out any lingering thoughts of the fiasco that had happened with Madeline and the kids when they left the estate yesterday. His feelings wanted to be heavy, but his mind wouldn’t take the guilt trip. He knew better. Fretting over areas that he couldn’t control was dangerous. One thought would lead to regret, with the next stops sure to be guilt and resentment, ending at bitterness and unforgiveness. That wasn’t a path he chose to travel. He’d repented for his infidelity, and as much as failure wanted to press him, there was no regressing. He’d keep stepping.
Dave took two stairs at a time, reaching the executive floor rather quickly. He didn’t want to spend an extra second dwelling on the past if there was nothing to be gained. He went into his office, mentally preparing his agenda for the day. The photo with former President Jimmy Carter and current President Ronald Reagan was prominently displayed on his wall. It was taken a few years ago during the 1980 election campaign and served as the only greeting he got this morning.
Dave prayed for direction and strength as he shunned the negative thoughts. Separation from his kids and divorce from his wife could have killed his spirit, but he’d fought hard not to let despair take residency. He delved into the handful of contracts on his desk prepared to submerge his energy and loneliness into his work.
Time slipped by. By 8:30 a.m. his secretary, Sharon, was poking her head inside his office. The door was open. “Mr. Mitchell. I just wanted to let you know that I’m in.”
“Good. Can you do me a favor and have Frank come up to my office? I need to see him.”
Dave returned his attention to the Eastern Lutheran Group contract after she left. Something wasn’t right. The numbers weren’t adding up. He tapped at the calculator for a while, each time netting the same results.
The eldest Mitchell brother walked in. “You looking for me?” Frank asked.
“Have a seat,” Dave said, pointing to one of the chairs at his conference table. He got up from the desk and went to the table too. “I can’t figure out what’s going on with the Eastern Lutheran Group (ELG) account,” he said, sliding the stapled cluster of papers toward Frank. “This should be four hundred fifty thousand. Based on this quote, all I can come up with is two hundred seventy-five thousand. There’s a mistake somewhere, but for the life of me, I don’t see it.”
Frank breathed a sigh and exhaled loudly. “There’s no mistake,” he said, leaning on the table. Dave looked perplexed. “The numbers don’t lie.”
“Well, somebody’s lying if you’re telling me this is correct. What changed?” Dave asked. “Did they decide to cut down on the number of people they had originally registered to take our leadership training program?”
“Nope. No changes with the assumptions.”
“Then what’s going on?” Dave said emphatically. Frank knew something. Dave could tell. He wasn’t up for games. He needed his brother to start talking. “What is it?”
“We had to give ELG a sizable cut.”
“Why? I’m okay with giving discounts to make a deal work for a client, but this is about forty percent off. That’s steep, especially this early into the East Coast expansion project. At this rate, we’ll burn through our surplus and have little to no funds left to subsidize other churches that need financial support.”
“Had no choice.”
“Of course we had a choice.”
“Trust me, we didn’t.”
“What’s so special about the Eastern Lutheran Group that they need this kind of a break? You know I’ve dealt with the group before. They’re always looking for a ridiculous discount, which we don’t give.” Dave trusted his brother with managing the corporate finances and running the operation, but no deal was fully complete unless he had some level of involvement and gave his blessing. That was Dave’s strength, being able to influence clients and get them to understand why they needed the same financial and leadership services that DMI provided to a long list of satisfied churches and religious organizations.
“It’s different in this case. We have no option based on the situation you’ve put us in.”
“Me?” Dave said raising his voice slightly.
“Yes, you.”
Dave heard the tone in Frank’s response but didn’t comment.
“I told you last year that your indiscretion was going to affect all of us, including your beloved DMI. Now it has.” Dave was silent. He let Frank continue. His tone became increasingly agitated. “I told you that the relationship with your former secretary was going to ruin your reputation along with the company,” Frank said, slapping his hand on the tabletop.
“We can’t blame Sherry for this.”
“Maybe you can’t, but I sure can. You better blame somebody, unless you’re prepared to keep seeing the kind of numbers you have here,” Frank said, poking his finger at the page.
“It’s not that bad.”
“Look at the numbers, man. We have to give the services away in order to keep the doors open. The pathetic part is that we had to twist their arms to keep the deal going, period.”
“I don’t know why. This is their second contract expansion. Obviously, they’re pleased with our services,” Dave said.
“They can read the newspaper like the rest of us. Face it. You left Madeline and your kids for a secretary young enough to be your daughter. Nobody, except a fool, is going to pay you to give them lessons on integrity and leadership. Who’s giving you lessons?” Frank’s fury appeared to ease slightly. “Take my advice. Go back to your wife if you want better numbers.”
Dave’s gaze slumped as he toyed with a pen. “I can’t. It’s over. Madeline and the children moved out of the estate yesterday. There’s no chance of reconciling now. She’s made it clear that we’re history.” The reality rolled off his tongue, refusing to be delayed by wishful thinking.
“Wow,” Frank said, shaking his head. “You really blew it, little brother. How could you mess up in such a major way? And you’re supposed to be the godly one in the bunch.” Frank snickered.
“I’m not proud of what I did, but I honestly believe in my spirit that God’s plan for my life hasn’t vanished because of my big mistake.”
“Oh, come on. Cut the crap, Dave. It’s me, Frank, your brother, your chief financial officer,” he said, poking his index finger in his chest. “I’m your chief operations manager, your right-hand man, the one who knows everything around here.”
“What’s done is done.” Dave didn’t bother telling his brother how hard he’d tried reconciling with Madeline, how much he yearned to be with his family. He didn’t bother telling Frank, because it wouldn’t make a difference. There were times when people didn’t want to know the truth. Sitting in the seat of judgment was sometimes preferred. “I can choose to dwell on what I can’t change, or I can opt to direct my energy toward the future.” Dave had chosen to move on. Frank had to get over it too.
“You can lay that cavalier mumbo jumbo on someone who’s willing to listen. That’s not for me. Two years ago you were someone who seemed to practice what you preached, but this is a new day,” Frank said, staring at Dave. “Now it sounds like a bunch of self-righteous hogwash. Brother, things have definitely changed.”
“Not between us,” Dave said.
Frank shrugged his shoulders. “Everything has changed. I’ve backed you all this time because you were different. You were for real. I honestly thought you were an honorable man who knew how to keep his eye on the prize. Now I see you’re common like the rest of us who sit at home on Sundays instead of running up in the church.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I don’t need to justify myself to you. I can apologize for how my actions have affected you, but what else can I do to make this right with you? I’m at a loss here.”
“Then I guess there’s nothing left to say,” Frank said.
“I guess not.”
The meeting ended abruptly with neither willing to continue with the conversation. Dave sat numb, fumbling with his pen, while guilt hovered. Frank wasn’t budging on his position. Dave didn’t plan to grovel for his brother’s validation, but the undeniable fact was that they had to work together. They had to figure out how to get past their discord so that DMI didn’t suffer a double dose of failure.
( Continued… )
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Sneak Peek: When Memories Fade by Tyora Moody

Victory Gospel Series
When Memories Fade by Tyora Moody 


Angel Roberts has embraced her new faith, but past memories remain fresh. When her beloved grandmother suffers a stroke, Angel sets out to investigate a mystery that has created family tensions and lingered since she was five years old. What happened to her mother?

She teams up with investigative reporter, Wes Cade, a man obsessed with his Alzheimer stricken grandfather’s remaining memories. As Angel lets her guard down with Wes, his determination to get the story could push her to the edge. Is his interest in her or the story?

Angel must conquer her fears to find the truth. Unknown to her someone close is working feverishly to stop Angel from unlocking the truth of what really happened to her mother. Who will win?

 
When Memories Fade (Excerpt)


PROLOGUE

She gripped the steering wheel in fear as she calculated every move he made.  For the last hour, he held the gun in her direction. What if she jerked the car off the road? No.  She wanted to live. Still the car accident had to be better than what he would do to her. She had no idea where they were going.

“Pull over, right up here.” He turned his hot breath on her. “Do it now.”

With as much ease as her trembling body allowed, she slowed the car and pulled to the side of the road. There hadn’t been another car for miles on this back road.  The sun had disappeared as cloudy, dark gray skies loomed ahead.

He cocked the gun towards her chest. “Get out.”

Her hands felt ice-cold as she struggled to grasp the door handle.

“Come on,” he growled.

She yanked the door handle and scrambled out of the car to face her abductor.

The man waved the gun and yelled, “Start walking.”

Sticks and leaves crunched as they walked into the mass of trees. From a distance, she saw lightning streak across the sky. A cool breeze whipped through the trees but it brought no comfort.  Her heart raced as if she had just run a marathon.  She choked back a sob. He was going to kill her.

To think how much she had trusted him.  It never would have crossed her mind that he would hurt her.  More lightning split the sky followed by an intense rumble of thunder. The trees shook their limbs as if taunting her for being so naïve.

 “Stop.”

She turned and noticed he’d cocked his head like he heard something. Was someone else out here?

He swung the gun an inch from her temple. “Get down.”

“What?”

“Get on your knees,” he snarled.

She fell on her knees, feeling the earth beneath her.  Her heart lurched as the thunder roared like an angry lion above their heads. Big drops of rain began to crash around them. She shut her eyes tight not believing this was her fate. “Please, God help me,” she prayed fervently.

When she opened her eyes an answer laid near her, barely covered by leaves.  She glanced up at him. His eyes had grown wilder as he paced around her. He seemed to be having a conversation, but she couldn’t understand a word he was saying. The rain was falling harder now, soaking her clothes. She peered down at the ground again. Why not? What did she have to lose? She had to do something.

She scooped the smooth rock from the muddy ground. Her dormant softball skills kicked in as she zoned in on his hand.  Not waiting another second, she swung the rock with all her might.

The rock smacked him square on the hand and he dropped the gun. “No, you …”

She leapt forward like a track runner and headed into the trees. As she ran, the oddest memory of a Sunday School lesson entered her mind. The one about Lot’s wife. God told her not to look back, but she did and lost her life.    

His voice bellowed behind her.

“Don’t look back,” She told herself as she ran. “Don’t. Look. Back.”

 (  Story Continues…  )

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Sneak Peek: God Don’t Make No Mistakes by Mary Monroe

Excerpt from God Don’t Make No Mistakes by Mary Monroe



Chapter One  Eight Months Earlier

MY MOTHER HAD TOLD ME YEARS AGO THAT IF I EVER GOT married, I’d better keep a parachute nearby, because I was probably going to have to jump out of the relationship sooner or later. A parachute wouldn’t have done me much good. A trampoline was what I needed. I did a lot of bouncing back and forth with Pee Wee, my estranged husband. Despite our bitter breakup several months ago, he still spent a lot of time in bed with me.
“I guess I still got it, huh?” Pee Wee asked with an anxious look on his dark, still-handsome face. Except for his receding hairline and that spare tire around his waist, he was still attractive for a man of forty-eight.
“Still got what?” I asked, with my eyes on the five crisp $100 bills that he had dropped onto the nightstand next to my bed, just before he dropped his pants. Even though I had a high-paying job and we didn’t have a financial arrangement, he gave me a couple thousand dollars a month for me to spend on myself and our daughter, Charlotte.
Pee Wee’s eyes got wide. “Don’t mess with me, woman. You know what I’m talkin’ about. Judging from the way you was whoopin’ and hollerin’ in that damn bed a few minutes ago, I know I’m still handlin’ my manly job well for a man my age,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes and gave him an exasperated look. “So it’s a job to you now,” I pouted. The last thing I wanted to hear was the implication that sex with me was a “job,” because that’s exactly what it had been to me at one time. I had made my money working as a prostitute during my teens. When my husband pulled out the $500 a few minutes ago, it brought back some painful memories. “You make me feel like a prostitute….”
Pee Wee shook his head, rolled his eyes, and glanced at his watch. “Look, I got to get to my shop and open up. I got a lot of hair to cut today. So if you are tryin’ to tell me somethin’, hurry up and tell me.”
“I did tell you something.”
“So what if I do make you feel like a prostitute? Whores need love too.”
I threw up my hands. “If I were you, I’d stop while I was ahead,” I warned. I rubbed the back of my neck and sucked in some air. We had had conversations similar to this one so many times that I felt like I was rehearsing for a play. “Look, I think we can still work things out and not do … this,” I told him, patting the bed and hoping that he wouldn’t agree with my last statement. “Every time you come over here now, we end up in bed. You don’t have to sleep with me, and you don’t have to pay me to do it. That’s why I suggested we still date other people, until we can decide if we want to reconcile or not.”
Pee Wee gave me a confused look. “Don’t you enjoy these little get-togethers as much as I do?”
“I do, but I don’t want you to think that we have to do it.”
He gave me another confused look, this time blinking so hard and fast I thought something had got caught in his eye. “Why? Do you not want to make love with me? You don’t find me attractive anymore?” he asked.
“Don’t be so sensitive,” I scolded. “You know I enjoy making love with you. I always have.”
“Then why we talkin’ all this crap, baby? You know that the money I give to you is for my daughter. I ain’t payin’ you to make love with me. I ain’t never paid for no pussy before in my life, and I never will. Not even with you.”
I didn’t see any reason to remind Pee Wee about the times he’d told me that when he was in the army, he and every other member of his platoon had paid Vietnamese prostitutes for sex.
“You don’t need to make our situation no messier than it already is,” he reminded.
“I know, I know. It’s just that every time you come over here, we … uh … we end up in bed and you hand me some money. Just like I was still a . . .” Pee Wee knew that I had once worked as a prostitute. Even though that dark episode had occurred more than thirty years ago, I knew that he probably still thought about it as much as I did.
“Let’s not bring up the past. We already have enough to deal with in the present. My mechanic is comin’ by the house next week to take a look under the hood of your car to see why you keep hearin’ that buzzin’ noise. Do you need any yard work or anything else done around the house, baby?”
“No, I don’t need anything like that,” I told him.
“Well,” he yawned as he rubbed his chest and licked his lips. “I’m feelin’ real good. Even better than the last time I was here. Thank you very much!” he exclaimed with a wink. “Is there anything else we need to discuss before I leave?”
“Since you asked, there is just this one other thing.” I locked eyes with Pee Wee. Then the words rolled out of my mouth like marbles. “Will you tell your whore to stop calling my house?”
His jaw dropped so fast I was surprised it didn’t lock in place. “What? I—I ain’t got no whore! You know you are the only woman that I’m involved with these days!” he yelled.
I gasped. “Is that right?” I asked, patting the side of my head. I usually wore my medium-length hair in braids, but lately I’d been getting by with a mild perm and a French twist. It had come undone during my ten-minute romp with Pee Wee. I could feel clumps of my hair standing up on my head, pointing in all directions. I must have looked like Don King.
“But … but … I … I,” Pee Wee stuttered.
“Well, the woman I’m talking about is a straight-up whore! Your whore!”
I could see that my outburst had surprised Pee Wee. It had been a while since I had mentioned the woman whom he left me for last March. He folded his arms and a frightened look appeared on his face. He knew that he had to be careful about what he said to me, unless he wanted to deal with my wrath. The day that he had brought his mistress to my house to tell me that he was leaving me and moving in with her, I’d knocked out one of his teeth. And I had given his mistress a thorough, well-deserved ass whupping with my rolling pin.
“Are you talkin’ about Lizzie Stovall?” he asked dumbly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“Who else would I be talking about?” I hollered, giving him an incredulous look. “Lizzie is the only one that I am aware of! Was there another one?”
“No! No, there was no other woman other than Lizzie. You know better. You know I don’t lie to you.”
My eyes got as big as saucers and I gasped. “You’re lying now.”
“Aw, Annette, you know what I mean.”
“Do I?” I barked, giving him a critical look. “Whether I do or not, it doesn’t matter. The thing is, that woman called here last week—several times—and she called again yesterday.”
“She did? Uh, what did she want?”
“She was trying to catch up with you, fool! She claims she’s been trying to reach you for days.”
“Oh. Well, it’s over between me and her, and has been since she left me and moved in with Peabo Boykin. If she calls here again, just hang up on her. That ought to stop her.”
“Don’t you think I’ve already tried that?” I snapped. “But until you talk to her, she’s going to keep calling here.”
“I … I … I’ll look into it,” Pee Wee stammered, waving his hands in the air. I could see that he was nervous and anxious to get away from me now. His hands were shaking so hard that when he squatted down to put his shoes back on, he put them on the wrong feet.
Chapter Two
PEE WEE GAVE ME A DRY LOOK AND SHOOK HIS HEAD. THEN with a jerk, he turned and scurried across the floor like a frightened rat. He tripped on the area rug on the floor at the foot of my bed. He didn’t like it when I brought up Lizzie’s name.
“You don’t have anything else to say to me?” I wanted to know, looking at him from the corner of my eye as he was about to flee.
Pee Wee’s hand was on the doorknob, clutching it like it was trying to escape. He didn’t even bother to turn around and look at me. He shook his head again. “I’ll call you,” he yelled over his shoulder, literally running out of my upstairs bedroom. He clip-clopped down the hardwood stairs so fast and hard, you would have thought that the cops were chasing him. This was the first time that he had left without kissing me good-bye.
As soon as I heard Pee Wee shut my front door, I got up and went to the window with the sheet wrapped around me. I raked my fingers through my hair, holding several strands away from my eyes so I could see him better. I watched him scramble into his red Firebird.
It was only seven-thirty. It had rained a few hours earlier, so it was a chilly day for July. Because of the low, dark gray clouds hovering in the sky, it felt and looked like it was much later.
I released a loud breath and eased back down on the bed. I didn’t need to be at work until nine, but I usually went in earlier just so I could be prepared for any unexpected issues. You could expect just about anything to happen at Mizelle’s Collection Agency. A couple of weeks ago, I got caught up in a ruckus between two of the women who reported to me as bill collectors. The night before, Rita Lockett had discovered that Beverly Hawkins was dating her fiancé. Rita had come to work early to confront Beverly. It didn’t take long for things to escalate into a violent physical altercation between the two angry women. They had hurled staplers, paperweights, and other desktop items at one another. I got scared when Beverly picked up a letter opener, but I quickly wrestled it from her hand. Had I not been present at the time, there was no telling how much damage they might have done. I had no choice but to fire both employees. I had been going in an hour early all this week, but two days ago, the temp agency that we worked with sent me a young Asian man. Not only was he extremely personable, he was so efficient that he got us all caught up before noon on his first day. It was because of Daniel Hong that I didn’t think it would be a problem if I took my time going in today.
I was even thinking about taking the day off. I needed to get my nails done, I needed a facial, and I wanted to run a few errands that I had been putting off. I also wanted to treat myself to a nice lunch and a movie. Afterward, I could come back home, put on my robe, and kick back on my couch with a large margarita. I couldn’t get that comfortable at home on the weekend or in the evening because that was when most people dropped in on me unannounced. Another inducement for me to take the day off was that I would not have to rush home to cook dinner today like I usually did. I still had some of the barbecue in the freezer left over from the Fourth of July cookout that I had hosted a couple of weeks ago.
I already regretted the harsh way that I had jumped on Pee Wee about Lizzie calling my house. It wasn’t his fault that she was such a bold-ass bitch. As a matter of fact, I was even thinking about calling him up and offering to take him out to dinner as my way of apologizing. In spite of our separation, we still had one of the strongest relationships in town. I knew people who had never been separated who didn’t have a relationship as strong and hopeful as ours. I couldn’t deny the fact that Pee Wee was the best thing that had ever happened to me, as far as men were concerned. One reason I thought it was in my best interest to get back with him was because despite his cheating, he was still a good man. He was dependable, successful, generous, hardworking, smart, and family oriented. I was all of those same things myself, so I felt that I was just as good of a catch as he was.
I decided that it would be smart for me to wait a couple of hours before I called him. I didn’t want to seem too eager. And I wanted him to cool off a little so that when he heard my voice, he wouldn’t get defensive. In the meantime, I planned to relax in my bed for a few more minutes.
Before I could get comfortable and finish reading the latest edition of Jet magazine, the telephone on the nightstand rang. I looked at the clock next to the telephone. “Now who in the world is calling my house this time of morning?” I asked myself out loud. Unless it was my mother or my best friend Rhoda, the only time my phone rang this early was when somebody dialed my number by mistake.
The telephone in my bedroom didn’t have caller ID, so I had no idea who was calling me at this ungodly hour. It was none of the above. To my everlasting horror, it was Lizzie Stovall again, the woman who had broken up my home.
I was so taken aback, there was only one thing I could think to say. “Well, speak of the devil!” I shrieked.
“Whatever!” Lizzie hissed. She sucked on her teeth before continuing. I didn’t know if that was because she was tuning up her mouth to say something I didn’t want to hear, which would be anything that slid out of her mouth, or because she was nervous. “Annette, I advise you not to hang up on me like you did the last time I called.” This woman had no shame whatsoever!
“What the hell—” I almost choked on my words just as she cut me off.
“Let me speak to Pee Wee. And don’t fix your lips to lie to me like you usually do and tell me he’s not there. I just passed your house a little while ago and I saw his car parked out front,” Lizzie snarled, her words striking my ears like rocks. “Like I told you the last time I called, I’ve been trying to get a hold of him for several days! I am not going to stop until I reach him. You can tell him that. The sooner he talks to me, the sooner I can stop bothering you.”
“Bothering me? Woman, as long as you live in this town you will be bothering me. You didn’t care about bothering me when you were fucking my husband! Well, I’ve got news for you. Just hearing your name bothers me these days!”
Something that I didn’t know and didn’t want to know was the details of Lizzie’s affair with my husband—like exactly when it started or which one of them initiated the affair. But the one thing that I really didn’t want to know was where they’d slept together the first time. The thought of her sleazy ass stretched out in my bed was unbearable. If I ever found out that they had been tacky enough to fuck in my bed, I would not be responsible for my actions. There was just no telling what I would do to Lizzie—and Pee Wee—even though their relationship was over.
Or was it?
“Are you still fucking my husband?” Even if she was, I didn’t expect her to admit it. But I had to ask anyway.
“Annette, you’ve got some nerve asking me that. How dare you!” Lizzie erupted.
I could not believe how calm I managed to sound. “Well, are you?”
“No, I am not still fucking your husband! I wouldn’t let that man touch me again even if he had healing hands!”
My pulse was racing and my eyes were burning. I had balled my free hand into a fist. “Why did you call my house again? Why do you keep calling here? Don’t you have anything better to do with your time these days? Can’t you find another innocent woman to torture?” I jeered.
“You innocent? That’s a joke! You’ve got a lot of nerve to even think of yourself as innocent—”
“Get your ass off this phone, bitch!” I hollered. “You’re about to make my bowels move!”
“I will hang up when I am good and ready. Look, I know you’re still jealous of me, but I can’t help that. It is what it is. I gave your man something that you weren’t giving him, and probably never did. That was some good loving. The very first time he was with me, he realized what he’d been missing.”
These were the last words that a scorned woman—especially a scorned black woman—wanted to hear. If Lizzie had been standing in my room saying that shit to my face, she would be stretched out on the floor by now with my fist mauling the side of her head. I couldn’t imagine what Pee Wee had said to her for her to think that I didn’t give him what he needed in the bedroom before she slid into our lives. I didn’t believe what she had just said for one minute—at least not her version.
“Hmmm. Then tell me, why is he not still with you? Why is he coming over here to be with me whenever I let him? And I can assure you that we do a lot more than just talk when he’s here. Does that sound like I don’t know how to give him what he needs?” I taunted.
“Whatever, Annette. I just need to talk to Pee Wee.”
“Pee Wee is not here, goddammit!” I roared. “And let me tell you again—”
“You’re a damn liar! He is there! Now, you look, girl! I am not in the mood for any of your shit this early in the morning!”
I hated profanity. It was crude. I didn’t like it when people cussed in my presence, and I didn’t like to cuss myself. But under the present circumstances, there was no reason for me to act like a “lady” with Lizzie.
(  Continues…  )
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Excerpt for Game Over by Winter Ramos

Game Over by Winter Ramos

Winter Ramos, one of the new faces of VH1’s hit reality television show, Love and Hip Hop New York Season 3 delivers a brazen and unabashed memoir of her life in the world of hip hop. In Game Over Winter puts all of her emotions on the page—leaving no experience, emotional abuse, or former lover uncovered. From her days as assistant to Fabolous and “friend” to Jada Kiss, to appearing on Love and Hip Hop and being Creative Costume Designer for Flavor unit Films, Winter delivers “a tell-all book on her roster of famous ex-boyfriends and her life in the music industry (MadameNoire.com).”
As the chick that was always in the mix and “cool” with everyone, Winter was privy to the cray beyond the videos, private flights, and limos that the cameras caught for us. Her reality and theirs was no game. Game Over is Winter’s cautionary tale for the next generation of young women who believe that the fabulous lives of celebrities unveiled in blogs and on reality television shows are all FIRE! Brace yourself, because this GAME is about to get real.
Meet the Author
Winter Ramos
hails from Brooklyn New York where she was born and raised. Introduced to the world of Hip Hop at an early age she has worked behind the scenes in the Hip Hop industry for more than 10 years and has consulted as a wardrobe stylist for labels such as Ruff Ryders, Murder Inc. Full Surface, and Def Jam.     
She is mostly known for her position as executive assistant to platinum recording artist Fabolous and executive assistant to the CEO of Slip-N-Slide Records Ted Lucas. Currently Winter holds the title of Creative Costume Designer for Flavor Unit Films and is a cast member on Season 3 of Love & Hip Hop- New York. Her tell-all book, titled “Game Over” about her experiences in the world of Hip Hop has both rappers and industry executives shaking in their boots. In her spare time Winter enjoys speaking to youth about their life choices.

Excerpt for Game Over by Winter Ramos

Once again the words passion, excitement, desire and joy all filled my gut the moment my plane landed. That’s what I’d always read love was supposed to feel like. This was it. He was the one. The man who’d swept me off my feet….in private of course. Our relationship had been kept hush hush to both the public and his fans, and only a select few knew of our rendezvous. So the Vegas trip was well needed. One potential problem faced us though; it was All Star weekend and both of our schedules were jam packed.
Rushing through the airport tons of onlookers gawked at us from afar, pointing, grinning, snapping pictures, and some scantily dressed females even rushed up on us. Clearly, my job as Fabolous’ assistant didn’t involve muscle, so I moved to the side to let his bodyguard do his job, fighting off the groupies.  Traveling with Fab and the other Def Jam heavyweights always proved to be exciting, this trip would be no different. Before I knew it car service arrived, and I commenced to secretly dialing my man’s cell number. My intent was to get Fab and the other guys checked in then flock over to my dudes’ hotel room. As the phone rang that strong desire to be with him filled me again. The thought of hearing his raspy voice sent chills through up and down my spine while the loud chatter around me continued.
It didn’t take long for me to realize he wasn’t answering, but I’d been determined my entire life. I hung up, called again, and paid attention to the fast pace of my heart beat. Again, no answer. That incident got brushed under the rug quickly, since my duties began as soon as we pulled up to the hotel. Within an hour, we were all checked in, and the entourage headed to Fab’s first radio interview. Since this was some type of Def Jam takeover, I was certain he would be there. He and Fab had the same sort of celebrity status, and my sources had previously told me they were both scheduled to do the interview.
It seemed as if the radio interview began and ended before I even realized we were all being ushered back out the door. The fact that my boo never showed up hit me like a ton of bricks. I stood for minutes with my mouth hung open. If his interview had been cancelled or postponed, where in the hell was my phone call? My insides boiled. I was pissed. What about all those words he’d spoken to me late night during pillow talk? I was his homie, his ride or die chick, and now I couldn’t get a fucking phone call? Next thing I knew, my fingers were attacking the key pad on my phone. 
It rang.
No answer.
I hung up and called again.
It rang.
And rang.
And rang.
I did the repeat thing again becoming a borderline stalker. Strangely, this time he answered. Even though steam flowed from my head, I still wanted to be in his presence and loved the sound of his confident voice. It was same range most fans noticed when they listened to his music. I needed to get with him, fast.
“What up? Where you at,” I quickly rolled off my tongue.
“Out,” he told me.
 His voice sounded so nonchalant. My first thought was to bust off on him, but my sentiment changed all too fast. I peeped to my right and left to see if anyone was listening to my call as we stepped back into the ride. The coast seemed to be clear with no one paying me any attention so I asked boldly, “Where you staying at, so I can come over?”
He paused, then hit me with, “I don’t know.”
Lies, I told myself. But why?
Faster than I could even blink, he man-handled me off the phone. He was a fast talker, sweet talker, and so much more when it came to women, so I knew smoke was being blown up my skirt. I took the snub like a big girl and went back to planning for Fab’s appearance at a local club  which was scheduled for midnight. I sorta wondered if Fab ever suspected anything since my mood had gone from sweet to sour in less than an hour. He never said much, only shot me a few looks since I took care of my job like a real woman was supposed to. I put love aside momentarily, attended the party that night, only to have my boo not show up there either. When would the light bulb go off? Obviously, I was being played.
The next morning reality struck, an insider, one I’d like to call an informant unloaded what felt like a ton of bricks. When the words, “Your man showed up after you left,” escaped his lips, I froze. Then he hit me with,” He was with her.”    I became ecstatic.  Who was her? Who was my baby with, I wondered? “Who was it?” I blasted. My source was clearly afraid of what my next reaction would be. His voice cracked. Afterwards, his throat cleared a few times. “The R&B chick that we’ve all heard the rumors about.”
My eyes blurred a bit. I could only see red. I knew who my informant was talking about. I was ready to fight. It was time to whip them both on contact.  It took hours for my homies to calm me down.  Tears flowed like the Nile, and nothing could stop me from my rage throughout the day. Soon, nighttime fell again, and the Def Jam family had yet another event. I showed up, did my duties for Fab, and attempted to settle my nerves. That’s when things spiraled out of control. My multi- platinum selling dude walked in the door with the woman I suspected he was with. They were arm and arm like a real couple….like I didn’t exist.
Within seconds, I charged toward them both. My hands shook, and my mental shifted to something similar to a mass attack. I didn’t care that she was famous, or if any pictures of me going wild would be posted on the blogs. I just refused to get treated badly when he was the one stringing me along. I could’ve handed the truth, but not the humiliation.  Clearly, I was being fucked with no Vaseline. That was it…the end to our relationship as far as I was concerned.   My heart may have been crushed but I held my head high, refusing to let yet another negative situation with a man ruin my job. I was able to take care of myself and used that set back as another opportunity to make myself stronger. As usual, I told myself….you win in the end, Winter.  You win!
( Continues… )
Copyright © 2013 by Winter Ramos. All rights reserved. Book excerpt reprinted by permission of the author.  This excerpt is used for promotional purposes only. Do not reproduce, copy or use without the publisher’s written permission. Copyright infringement is a serious offense. Share a link to this page or the author’s website if you really like this promotional excerpt.

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Truth Video: Game Over by Winter Ramos

Game Over by Winter Ramos
Winter Ramos, one of the new faces of VH1’s hit reality television show, Love and Hip Hop New York Season 3 delivers a brazen and unabashed memoir of her life in the world of hip hop. In Game Over Winter puts all of her emotions on the page—leaving no experience, emotional abuse, or former lover uncovered. From her days as assistant to Fabolous and “friend” to Jada Kiss, to appearing on Love and Hip Hop and being Creative Costume Designer for Flavor unit Films, Winter delivers “a tell-all book on her roster of famous ex-boyfriends and her life in the music industry (MadameNoire.com).”
As the chick that was always in the mix and “cool” with everyone, Winter was privy to the cray beyond the videos, private flights, and limos that the cameras caught for us. Her reality and theirs was no game. Game Over is Winter’s cautionary tale for the next generation of young women who believe that the fabulous lives of celebrities unveiled in blogs and on reality television shows are all FIRE! Brace yourself, because this GAME is about to get real.
Meet the Author
Winter Ramos hails from Brooklyn New York where she was born and raised. Introduced to the world of Hip Hop at an early age she has worked behind the scenes in the Hip Hop industry for more than 10 years and has consulted as a wardrobe stylist for labels such as Ruff Ryders, Murder Inc. Full Surface, and Def Jam.      She is mostly known for her position as executive assistant to platinum recording artist Fabolous and executive assistant to the CEO of Slip-N-Slide Records Ted Lucas. Currently Winter holds the title of Creative Costume Designer for Flavor Unit Films and is a cast member on Season 3 of Love & Hip Hop- New York. Her tell-all book, titled “Game Over” about her experiences in the world of Hip Hop has both rappers and industry executives shaking in their boots. In her spare time Winter enjoys speaking to youth about their life choices.

Excerpt for Game Over by Winter Ramos
Once again the words passion, excitement, desire and joy all filled my gut the moment my plane landed. That’s what I’d always read love was supposed to feel like. This was it. He was the one. The man who’d swept me off my feet….in private of course. Our relationship had been kept hush hush to both the public and his fans, and only a select few knew of our rendezvous. So the Vegas trip was well needed. One potential problem faced us though; it was All Star weekend and both of our schedules were jam packed.
Rushing through the airport tons of onlookers gawked at us from afar, pointing, grinning, snapping pictures, and some scantily dressed females even rushed up on us. Clearly, my job as Fabolous’ assistant didn’t involve muscle, so I moved to the side to let his bodyguard do his job, fighting off the groupies.  Traveling with Fab and the other Def Jam heavyweights always proved to be exciting, this trip would be no different. Before I knew it car service arrived, and I commenced to secretly dialing my man’s cell number. My intent was to get Fab and the other guys checked in then flock over to my dudes’ hotel room. As the phone rang that strong desire to be with him filled me again. The thought of hearing his raspy voice sent chills through up and down my spine while the loud chatter around me continued.
It didn’t take long for me to realize he wasn’t answering, but I’d been determined my entire life. I hung up, called again, and paid attention to the fast pace of my heart beat. Again, no answer. That incident got brushed under the rug quickly, since my duties began as soon as we pulled up to the hotel. Within an hour, we were all checked in, and the entourage headed to Fab’s first radio interview. Since this was some type of Def Jam takeover, I was certain he would be there. He and Fab had the same sort of celebrity status, and my sources had previously told me they were both scheduled to do the interview.
It seemed as if the radio interview began and ended before I even realized we were all being ushered back out the door. The fact that my boo never showed up hit me like a ton of bricks. I stood for minutes with my mouth hung open. If his interview had been cancelled or postponed, where in the hell was my phone call? My insides boiled. I was pissed. What about all those words he’d spoken to me late night during pillow talk? I was his homie, his ride or die chick, and now I couldn’t get a fucking phone call? Next thing I knew, my fingers were attacking the key pad on my phone. 
It rang.
No answer.
I hung up and called again.
It rang.
And rang.
And rang.
I did the repeat thing again becoming a borderline stalker. Strangely, this time he answered. Even though steam flowed from my head, I still wanted to be in his presence and loved the sound of his confident voice. It was same range most fans noticed when they listened to his music. I needed to get with him, fast.
“What up? Where you at,” I quickly rolled off my tongue.
“Out,” he told me.
 His voice sounded so nonchalant. My first thought was to bust off on him, but my sentiment changed all too fast. I peeped to my right and left to see if anyone was listening to my call as we stepped back into the ride. The coast seemed to be clear with no one paying me any attention so I asked boldly, “Where you staying at, so I can come over?”
He paused, then hit me with, “I don’t know.”
Lies, I told myself. But why?
Faster than I could even blink, he man-handled me off the phone. He was a fast talker, sweet talker, and so much more when it came to women, so I knew smoke was being blown up my skirt. I took the snub like a big girl and went back to planning for Fab’s appearance at a local club  which was scheduled for midnight. I sorta wondered if Fab ever suspected anything since my mood had gone from sweet to sour in less than an hour. He never said much, only shot me a few looks since I took care of my job like a real woman was supposed to. I put love aside momentarily, attended the party that night, only to have my boo not show up there either. When would the lightbulb go off? Obviously, I was being played.
The next morning reality struck, an insider, one I’d like to call an informant unloaded what felt like a ton of bricks. When the words, “Your man showed up after you left,” escaped his lips, I froze. Then he hit me with,” He was with her.”   
I became ecstatic.  Who was her? Who was my baby with, I wondered? “Who was it?” I blasted. My source was clearly afraid of what my next reaction would be. His voice cracked. Afterwards, his throat cleared a few times. “The R&B chick that we’ve all heard the rumors about.”
My eyes blurred a bit. I could only see red. I knew who my informant was talking about. I was ready to fight. It was time to whip them both on contact.  It took hours for my homies to calm me down.  Tears flowed like the Nile, and nothing could stop me from my rage throughout the day. Soon, nighttime fell again, and the Def Jam family had yet another event. I showed up, did my duties for Fab, and attempted to settle my nerves. That’s when things spiraled out of control. My multi- platinum selling dude walked in the door with the woman I suspected he was with. They were arm and arm like a real couple….like I didn’t exist.
Within seconds, I charged toward them both. My hands shook, and my mental shifted to something similar to a mass attack. I didn’t care that she was famous, or if any pictures of me going wild would be posted on the blogs. I just refused to get treated badly when he was the one stringing me along. I could’ve handed the truth, but not the humiliation.  Clearly, I was being fucked with no Vaseline. That was it…the end to our relationship as far as I was concerned.   My heart may have been crushed but I held my head high, refusing to let yet another negative situation with a man ruin my job. I was able to take care of myself and used that set back as another opportunity to make myself stronger. As usual, I told myself….you win in the end, Winter.  You win!
( Continues… )
Copyright © 2013 by Winter Ramos. All rights reserved. Book excerpt reprinted by permission of the author.  This excerpt is used for promotional purposes only. Do not reproduce, copy or use without the publisher’s written permission. Copyright infringement is a serious offense. Share a link to this page or the author’s website if you really like this promotional excerpt.


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Video Introduction for You’ve Been Fired! Now What?

 Video Introduction for You’ve Been Fired! Now What?
Tonia Askins & Victor Kwegyir

Chapter 3
The benefits of going forward with a focused mind set are tremendously beneficial. Allow yourself to go through the process as patiently as possible but with consistency and steadfastness, one day at a time.   Abraham Lincoln said, “The best thing about the future is that it comes only one day at a time.”

Developing a successful thought process by building your confidence as you decide what to do next will be rewarding. Harness the power within, knowing that there is a world full of opportunities. How life will turn out for you is created first in your mind, followed by the actions you take toward making it happen.  The desire to succeed is not a guarantee to becoming successful.  Choices, not circumstances, determine whether or not you succeed.

Chapter 8
If you are passionate about what you do, no obstacle is strong enough to stop you. Although you may start with a seemingly insignificant business idea, as you diligently work at it, it has every potential to expose you to possibilities you would otherwise never have known. The experiences and skills gained boost your confidence to take on daring opportunities that may have seemed daunting when you took the first step.   Other business streams could grow from the initial opportunity.

This chapter lists businesses that you can start on a part-time or full-time basis. If you are unemployed or already employed and passionate about a business idea or entertaining the thought of business ownership, you can begin on a part-time basis and as your business grows, make enough to pay yourself and expand to full-time involvement.  We challenge you to not limit yourself to the list.   You could be the next person to innovate a new concept or product that revolutionizes society.

Chapter 12
To start a business and succeed is possible, doable and achievable.  It is as simple as that. However, between starting and becoming successful, you need to skilfully make the right decisions and work smart, employing the right tools and resources. We despise poverty and believe in creating wealth by tapping into your passion, experience, skills, creativity and opportune market conditions.

Whatever you do, “Never forget that money is stored energy that allows us freedom to do what we want with our lives,” said Allan Roth.

Now is the time for action. Make up your mind that there is no time to sit and do nothing. The time has come to channel your passion to identify the opportunities on which you can capitalize. With the time-tested business principles shared in this book, you can start smart and be ahead of the game from the onset.  Do the right thing, in the right way at the right time, and you will reap the right results on your way to a successful future.

( Continued… )

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Scent of Deceit by Aaliyah Shalawn

Intimate Conversation with Aaliyah Shalawn
Aaliyah Shalawn fell in love with words at a very young age. However, her love of writing and wordplay became secondary to the workforce once she became a teen mother. It wasn’t until a layoff, that she was fully able to focus on writing and created the dramatic novel SCENT OF DECEIT. It will be released via G Street Chronicles in late March 2013. Readers will be intrigued by this descriptive urban soap opera tale of lies, envy and deceit.
BPM: When did you get your first inkling to write, and how did you advance the call for writing?
I wrote my first short story in the 6th grade and received an excellent grade. From that point on I was constantly called on from teachers to write. My father is a songwriter, so I would often sit next to him at the piano and watch him write songs. I fell in love with words and started to write all the time. It became my addiction, notebook after notebook of words, from short stories to letters, poems and songs.
BPM: Do you have anyone in your life that was heavily influential in your deciding to become an author?
Besides my father at a young age, my husband always encouraged me to just do it. I was constantly changing careers and jobs and becoming bored after a few months, he kept telling me that life was about sacrifice, and sometimes we needed to let go of what was familiar in order to embrace and appreciate your gift and what you love.
BPM: Introduce us to your book and the main characters. What makes each one special? Do you have any favorites?
My debut novel SCENT OF DECEIT is truly an urban soap opera. It gives you drama, suspense, issues that you can relate to, with just a touch of imagination. The main character is Selena. She is a beautiful entrepreneur whose life is taken by storm when the people she loves the most betray her. She turns away in hopes of getting away from deceit, but learns alot about her own deceitful ways. I don’t have a favorite character, I love them all.
BPM: What inspired you to write this book? Does your faith or education inspire your writing?
I was inspired to write Scent of Deceit simply by desire. It was the perfect timing, it just felt right.
BPM:  Share with us a brief excerpt from one of the most powerful chapters.
Selena remained silent and walked into her beautiful kitchen full of stainless steel appliances, and marble counter tops. She began to cry again as she opened a bottle of Moscato and poured a glass. As she tipped the glass up to her lips to take a sip, Sean yelled again.
“Selena, what are you doing? You hear me talking to you?”
Selena threw the glass against the wall and began to run up the staircase screaming and crying uncontrollably.
“How could you do this to me!” she yelled.
Sean grabbed her and tried to calm her down. He had no idea what was going on.
“So she didn’t let you know she came to my place of employment with a round belly, a belly that she says you helped with? What the heck, Sean? We are getting married. Wait a minute we WERE getting married—”
Sean interrupted. “Baby wait, let me explain.”
“Explain what, Sean? After 6 years, buying a home together, and planning a wedding, you give it all up for someone else?”
“I didn’t give it up. I am not going anywhere. I don’t even know if the baby is mine.”
“Oh, so that is supposed to make me feel better because you don’t THINK the baby is yours? It shouldn’t even be a question. You betrayed me, and I really don’t care if it’s your baby or not. You slept with her unprotected, jeopardizing MY LIFE! Get out Sean!”
Sean grabbed Selena and pushed her against the wall while she screamed for him to get off her. He knew the type of woman Selena was – this could very well be his last opportunity to explain anything, or get her to even think of working through his messy mistake. He looked deep in Selena’s eyes and began to speak.
“Listen to me, I know I messed up. I’m human, but you cannot stand here and look at me…”
Selena had looked away. She couldn’t deny her love for Sean. He was everything she had ever wished for in a man.
He grabbed her face and pressed his forehead to hers. “You can’t act like you don’t know we are perfect together. We finish each other’s sentences. We’re both ambitious, and we know exactly what to do to brighten each other’s day, and Leen, making love to you is —”
Selena snatched away and slapped Sean in his face.
“Don’t even come at me with that, because if any of that meant anything to you, you wouldn’t have a baby on the way. How could you? We planned when we would have both of OUR children together. We picked out names. Do you remember that Sean? Huh, do you? What about Miyani and Malachi? What were you thinking? Do you know how embarrassing this is?”
Selena walked away, but Sean grabbed her arm and began to yell. “Who cares about what people think, Leen? This is about us. We have to live with this. Stop worrying about what people would say.”
“How do you sound? I don’t have to live with this. As a matter of fact, I’m not living with this. You decided to step out on me. I’m not even going to pretend that I wouldn’t look at that baby differently if we stayed together. I can’t do this! This chick came to my business, in front of my clients, with this mess. I’m done!”
She walked past Sean, and before he could reach out to grab her, she screamed at him. “Do not touch me!”
She grabbed her keys and looked back at Sean one more time before she yanked her two-carat engagement ring off, threw it at him, and walked out the door. She hopped into her black X5. Sean stood in the doorway and watched as she backed out of the driveway and sped off into the darkness.
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BPM: What are your goals as a writer? Do you set out to educate? Entertain? Illuminate? Inspire?
My goal as a writer is to entertain. I want readers to be able to visualize what I am writing. Writing is an art form; therefore, you should be able to see it – be it literally or technically.
BPM: What do you think the effect has been of the media attention focus on African-American literature and the arts?
I believe the media over the last few years has been more positive in African American Literature. There are so many best sellers and quality reads in our genre as of recent, that we can no longer be denied.
BPM:  Share with us your latest news.  How may our readers follow you online?
My short story LIFE was recently in the top 100 on Amazon.com and my full length novel SCENT OF DECEIT is now available.  Follow Aaliyah Shalawn on Twitter  and  Facebook.

Scent of Deceit by Aaliyah Shalawn

Selena Nichols, owner of a posh salon in Philadelphia has the picture perfect life. To minimize drama, her friends are limited to her sister and the love of her life, her fiancée. However, Selena’s picture perfect life changes drastically after a surprise visit from a mysterious woman changes the dynamics of their relationship.
After going on a relaxing getaway with her sister and best friend Tamara that ended in tragedy, her desire to get more out of life increases. Doing her becomes priority, while everything around her is falling apart.
When Selena’s good girl facade catches up with her, she eventually finds out that she too can be deceived. Will she survive and play the hand that has been dealt, or will she succumb to the evils associated with deception?


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Pandora by Sabrina A. Eubanks

Intimate Conversation with Sabrina A. Eubanks

Sabrina A. Eubanks  is the author of five successful novels; Chasing Bliss, Boosters, and the Love and Consequences series, books 1-3, previously the bestselling Karma series. She has also written several short stories; Fame and Low Lo, Up In The Air, and The Magnificent Darryl Ivey. Pandora, was released in March 2013. She lives in NYC with her young son and is currently hard at work on her next project, Rock Stars, the fourth installment in the Love and Consequences series.
BPM:  When did you get your first inkling to write, and how did you advance the call for writing?
I really can’t recall a period in my life when I wasn’t a storyteller. When I was a kid, grown folks thought I was embellishing the truth or playing pretend. When I played with my Barbie dolls, they were never just going camping or living in a townhouse. There were entire storylines involved and they were full of drama! I started to actually write things down when I was about 8 or 9, and they were simple stories on the surface, but once folks got to the end they would look at me funny because they’d have doubts that those stories came from the mind of someone so young. I started to develop the Chase Brown character from Chasing Bliss when I was 15 and he evolved into what he has become. I didn’t seriously start writing until I’d been a few things and life taught me some lessons. Pain is a tremendous well of creativity.
BPM:  Do you have anyone in your life that was heavily influential in your deciding to become an author?
 I don’t think there is any one person that was the heaviest influence on my decision to become an author. I think it was more like collective encouragement. My parents always thought that I had a unique ability to express myself and my brother probably saw it more because he was the one I most often told my stories to, but I think my teachers saw it most clearly, some of them to the point of being prophetic. I had a few of them tell me they knew I would become an author.
BPM:  Introduce us to your book and the main characters. What makes each one special? Do you have any favorites?
My latest book is Pandora. This book is closely tied to Chasing Bliss, but I would stop short of calling it the sequel because it is Pandora Sheridan’s story. Pandora was very briefly mentioned in Chasing Bliss when Chase says he couldn’t recall feeling the way Bliss made him feel since Pandora Sheridan did something wonderful to him in the 7th grade. Pandora was Chase Brown’s first love whom he masterfully trained in the art of assassination. Violet is Pandora’s sister and right hand and Timmy is her handsome and tragic heroin addicted brother. Pandora is carrying on a one-sided love affair with Tariq Crawford whose allegiance is to Fabian Gregory, who not only is the chief user of Pandora’s services, but his son was Wolf, who was mutilated and killed by Chase Brown in Chasing Bliss. Fabian is determined to flush Chase out and make him pay for killing his son.
Pandora is already thinking she wants to get out of the murder-for-hire game, but when she meets the gorgeous Michael Harris, she really starts to think of the future they could possibly share and starts to extricate herself from Fabian. She is terrified of Michael discovering who she really is. Michael Harris is a legitimate businessman, but he comes with a few problems of his own, a big one being his brother Mason. Mason and Michael are the sons of Mason Harris Sr., a notorious drug dealer who was killed by Fabian Gregory in a coup to take over his territory. Mason Jr. (Mase) will stop at nothing to get revenge on Fabian and resume the throne he feels is rightfully his.
All of these characters are special in their own unique way: Pandora is hot and cold at the same time. Her icy veneer hides a generous, warm, and very loyal heart. Violet is dedicated to her family. Timmy’s addiction rivals the terror he feels for his sister. Tariq is a ruthless villain, yet the love he feels for Pandora is very real, though misguided. Fabian calmly manipulates a fire-keg climax like a master puppeteer to flush Chase out. Mase doesn’t care what it costs to get his own way, and Michael is shocked by what he is capable of.
Out of all these characters, I have to say I was most drawn to Michael Harris. He thinks he knows the man he is, but his angst is very real as he deals with his brother’s self-righteous criminality, his love for Pandora, and his own predestined potential for unlawful and violent behavior.
BPM:  Share with us a brief excerpt from one of the most powerful chapters in Pandora.
It was hard as hell to pull the reins in on a wild horse, but Fabian Gregory was always up to a challenge. Pandora Sheridan had always been a bit wild and untamed, but he was more than willing to bide his time and wait for his chance to break her.
He was used to things going his way; it had been that way for a long time. Pandora had been bucking furiously at the two things he’d wanted most from her. First, he wanted her to put Smoke down once and for all.
Fabian had been willing to ignore Smoke as long as he’d been slashing his way through the ‘hood, for the last ten years or so. He’d heard tales of the horrors he’d inflicted on people Fabian had known and done business with, but in reality, Smoke had been little more than an exaggerated urban legend to him, until his razor had sliced its way into Fabian’s heart personally and claimed the life of his only son, Wolf.
Fabian had been well aware that his son was having trouble with a rival dealer in Bushwick, ever since Fabian had let Wolf in on his heroin connection. He’d offered to step in and exact retribution when one of Wolf’s drug houses was hit, but Wolf had wanted to handle it on his own; in fact, he’d insisted on it. Wolf had made a mess of things, sending in two bad shots that hit their target and didn’t kill him. They’d fled the scene without even making sure the intended target was dead. Unfortunately, for Fabian’s poor boy, the dealer who wouldn’t die was Smoke’s brother, and Smoke had meted out his revenge with a heavy hand—the end result being Fabian crying copious amounts of tears at Wolf’s funeral.
Fabian had been in the game for a long time, and he hadn’t gotten to where he was without knowing how to play it. He knew to weigh the pros and cons of a situation before he leapt into action. He knew that sometimes it was wiser to fold than to play his hand, especially when his enemy was as dangerous, unpredictable, and formidable as Smoke.
Sometimes no matter how bitter the pill, he knew it was best to swallow it, at least until he had the right power to fight back and perhaps claim victory. Fabian had never been known to bring a knife to a gunfight. He’d been waiting to find someone just as unpredictable and capable as Fabian himself. The downside was, Pandora wasn’t one to take the bait.
Fabian was walking on eggshells the first time he’d broached the subject with Pandora. He felt her out for her general mood and opinion about Smoke. It was a simple approach: “I wonder how much I’d have to pay someone to get rid of Smoke?” he’d asked.
Pandora had given him an even simpler answer: “Smoke? Good luck with that, Fabian.”
Fabian had bristled at first. He wasn’t used to people saying no to him, but there were a few reasons he fought off the urge to let Pandora taste his knuckles. The old adage about catching more flies with honey was strong in his mind, but he knew that would definitely be the wrong way to go with her. Pandora was not only beautiful and extremely sexy, but she was also highly skilled in the art of assassination. He had no intention of taking a bullet in the forehead because he couldn’t get his way. Fabian wasn’t about to mess with Pandora like that. The chick was dangerous and more than a little crazy, just like Fabian himself.
Everyone thought Fabian had slid off the deep end since Wolf’s demise. He preferred not to think of it that way, though he had to admit, he’d become a lot more paranoid and a bit more obsessive. At times, the thoughts in his head seemed like he was pushing the envelope as far as it would go when it came to reality. Yeah, Fabian knew something in him had mostly taken a left turn and manifested itself when Wolf died. Perhaps I have gone off the deep end. He was, after all, obsessing over things he couldn’t possibly have: Smoke dead and perhaps the hand of the lovely Pandora. He knew in his heart that he had a far better chance at dancing on Smoke’s grave than Pandora giving him the time of day, but he figured it didn’t hurt to try, as long as he didn’t make her too angry.
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BPM:  What are your goals as a writer? Do you set out to educate? Entertain? Illuminate? Inspire?
As a writer, my main goal is to tell a great story, so I guess my main answer would be I write to entertain, but if the reader can become inspired or illuminated by something I wrote, that’s a big plus. It’s always a good thing when the reader can get more from a story that entertainment.
BPM:  A Legacy is something that is handed down from one period of time to another. Finish this sentence – “My writing offers the following legacy to future readers… ”
My writing offers the following legacy to future readers, writing is a fine art form, just as sure as painting, sculpting, dance, singing, or making motion pictures. Most of those things could never be done without some form of writing, even if there’s nothing more involved other than developmental planning. Also, just like all the other arts, great writing takes practice, creativity, patience, dedication, and a certain amount of natural ability; and just like the other arts, writing endures. If you tell a good story then you have the makings for endurance. Endurance makes a classic.
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Pandora by Sabrina A. Eubanks
Pandora Sheridan isn’t who she seems. The face she presents to the world belongs to a beautiful, successful owner of a boutique and a fledgling day spa who’s holding things together on the strength of her forceful personality and her business acumen. From the outside looking in, one would think her life was easy and highly favored, but Pandora has deep dark secrets and a double life. She’s a highly-skilled and very efficient assassin, trained personally by her first love, the notorious and very elusive Smoke.
The luxury of Pandora’s lifestyle is financed mostly by Fabian Gregory, the reprehensible drug overlord who has his hand in most of the trade in Brooklyn and uses Pandora’s services on a regular basis. Fabian is haunted by and obsessed with Smoke, who took the life of his much loved son Wolf and he’s determined to flush him out to be dealt with.
Pandora has problems of her own. When she meets Michael Harris, he has the potential to become the love of her life, but Pandora is still involved in a dead love affair with Tariq, one of Fabian’s highest minions. As it turns out, Michael also has a few secrets. Fabian is an excellent puppet master as he sets everyone up for a cataclysmic showdown in his efforts to have Smoke resurface, and all are left holding their breaths to see if he’ll get his wish.

Pandora by Sabrina A. Eubanks
ISBN:  9781938442681
Genre:  Urban Fiction with a Contemporary flare
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I Am Her, The Mistress by V. Brown

Intimate Conversation with V. Brown

V. Brown was born and raised in Tampa, Florida, where she currently resides. She has two books under her belt Broken Promise and the sequel Black Ice.. with her new release I Am Her: THE MISTRESS. She is working on different projects which include a short story, an erotica anthology and best of all a coast to coast book tour. When not at her desk crafting an urban fiction tale she is pursuing a career in modeling.
BPM:  When did you get your first inkling to write, and how did you advance the call for writing?
I would say that I got my first inkling to write in high school when I used to dabble in a little poetry. I advanced the calling to write from reading other author’s books and one morning after being up all night reading a book I decided that it was my time to tell a hot story 1 became 2 became 3 and now I’m on a roll.
BPM:  Introduce us to your book and the main characters. What makes each one special? Do you have any favorites?
I Am Her: THE MISTRESS is a book that teaches many lessons from don’t trust everyone that you get into bed with to be who they say they are, even your closest friends can secretly be your enemies, thou shall honor thy marriage regardless of how out of touch you feel with your partner and lastly secrets can be your ultimate downfall.
This book introduces you to four main characters Tyquasia “Ty” Roberts is young and in love with her boyfriend Benzino of three years who she met her last year in high school. Benzino runs a drug empire that spreads throughout the dirty south. He also harbors some secrets that could come back to harm him if they are brought to the light. Nasir Cruz the husband of Lorraine Cruz is one of if not the hottest party promoters/event planner in the south hosting parties for many top celebrities, athletes, singers rappers etc. Lorraine is a high fashion model who is out of touch in her marriage.
These four main characters each bring something different to the book. My favorite character would have to be Tyquasia because after being hurt by the man she loves she didn’t throw a pity party for herself, she got up, got right and did what she had to do. She’s like me in a lot of ways strong, divalicious and doesn’t take any mess. 
BPM:  What drew you to tackle the questions or topics in I Am Her: THE MISTRESS?
What drew me to tackle the topics in I Am Her: THE MISTRESS is that for a large part of my life I’ve witnessed someone be a mistress and also be ok with who they were and the role they played. In some parts of the book I show that and in other parts I show a constant battle one has with themselves not accepting second best and wanting to be first.
BPM:  Ultimately, what do you want readers to gain from your book?
Every book that I write has a message or moral to the story no matter how big or small. From I Am Her: THE MISTRESS I want readers to gain a sense of the people and things around them. Take a second look at your boyfriend, girlfriend or friend that you’re about to make your significant other. Make sure that you know them inside and out before you take that next step with them. Know your friends also don’t just call them a friend because you’ve known them since way back when. Really take the time to know them. Lastly but most important be an observer!
BPM:  What are your goals as a writer? Do you set out to educate? Entertain? Illuminate? Inspire?
My goals as a writer are not to only entertain with my stories, it’s to take the mind beyond normal reality. I call it “Let’s Get Real” I write what’s real, what can and most of the time doe happen in everyday life with a twist. In some ways I do set out to educate, maybe something in my books is going on around a reader and they don’t notice the signs until they read my book and see how similar their lives are to the character or characters in the book. I set out to inspire other young women and men that writing can be fun. I want them to see a young woman not much older than them doing it so that they will set in their minds that they too can do it and succeed.
BPM:  Share with us your latest new. How may our readers follow you online?
My next book release will be April 19th the book is entitled I Am Her: THE MISTRESS. I’m also planning a book tour for the month of July with a fellow author. Back to the Basics book tour could be coming to a city near you. To stay updated on future works and the book tour you can send me a friend request on Facebook: Author V Brown, Like my author page Author V. Brown. Follow me on Twitter @authorvbrown. Friend me on Goodreads V. Brown and find me on Linkedin V. Brown.    Follow V. Brown on Twitter  and  Facebook

I Am Her, The Mistress by V. Brown
Meet Tyquasia “Ty” Roberts, born and raised in Miami , Florida . She lived in the Pork N Beans projects, one of the roughest neighborhoods in Miami . Contrary to what you may believe, Ty wasn’t your typical around the way girl. She was a good girl turned mistress when she finds out a sickening secret about her boyfriend of 3 years, Benzino, after he gets locked up. Benz is one of the top bosses in the drug game down south. The secret that comes to light that he’d hidden for so many years, could ruin his team’s respect for him.
The revelations lead Ty to move and begin a new life in Atlanta , Georgia . There she meets the hottest party promoter/host known in the South, Nasir Cruz. The sexual attraction between the two is mutual. There’s only one little missing piece of information…Nasir is married to Lorraine Cruz, a fashion model who works so much that she’d become clueless to the problems in her marriage,  but Lorraine won’t be clueless for long because Ty is about to let it all hang out. The evidence will be so direct and in her face that she’ll have no need to wonder anymore.
When Lorraine becomes fed up, she starts doing her own thing and devises a plan for some get-back, but as you know, everything doesn’t always go as planned. Friends become Foes, Benzino gets released from jail and some people aren’t who they say they are. There’s a bigger connection there than you may think. You’ll be left with your mouth hanging wide open, shocked by who is who and what the original plan was from the beginning.

I Am Her, The Mistress by V. Brown
Genre: Urban Fiction;  ISBN:  9781938442698
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SNEAK PEEK: When Memories Fade by Tyora Moody


BOOK REVIEWS  AND  ENDORSEMENTS

The second installment of the Victory Gospel Series, When Memories Fade, by Tyora Moody does not disappoint. Just as I was intrigued with the first installment, When Rain Falls, I was equally intrigued and captivated by the storyline of When Memories Fade. What an engaging story from beginning to end. This is Christian mystery at its best; a welcomed and much needed genre incorporation across Christian fiction lines.
~ Shelia E. Lipsey, Award-winning author of the My Son’s Wife series

Tyora Moody has masterfully created a sub-genre in Christian Fiction. When Memories Fade is an engaging tale of murder, mystery and suspense. The story also weaves in the dynamics of mental illness, and how if left untreated, can destroy the family.
~ Wanda B. Campbell, Bestselling author of Unresolved Issues and Liberation

I thoroughly enjoyed this book.  It has all the twists, turns, drama, mystery and suspense as her first release.  I could not put this book down. I had to keep reading  to see what would  happen next.  If you loved her first book, When Memories Fade will not disappoint.
~ Janette Malcolm, Book Reviewer

PROLOGUE

She gripped the steering wheel in fear as she calculated every move he made.  For the last hour, he held the gun in her direction. What if she jerked the car off the road? No.  She wanted to live. Still the car accident had to be better than what he would do to her. She had no idea where they were going.
“Pull over, right up here.” He turned his hot breath on her. “Do it now.”
With as much ease as her trembling body allowed, she slowed the car and pulled to the side of the road. There hadn’t been another car for miles on this back road.  The sun had disappeared as cloudy, dark gray skies loomed ahead.
He cocked the gun towards her chest. “Get out.”
Her hands felt ice-cold as she struggled to grasp the door handle.
“Come on,” he growled.
She yanked the door handle and scrambled out of the car to face her abductor.
The man waved the gun and yelled, “Start walking.”
Sticks and leaves crunched as they walked into the mass of trees. From a distance, she saw lightning streak across the sky. A cool breeze whipped through the trees but it brought no comfort.  Her heart raced as if she had just run a marathon.  She choked back a sob. He was going to kill her.
To think how much she had trusted him.  It never would have crossed her mind that he would hurt her.  More lightning split the sky followed by an intense rumble of thunder. The trees shook their limbs as if taunting her for being so naïve.
 “Stop.”
She turned and noticed he’d cocked his head like he heard something. Was someone else out here?
He swung the gun an inch from her temple. “Get down.”
“What?”
“Get on your knees,” he snarled.
She fell on her knees, feeling the earth beneath her.  Her heart lurched as the thunder roared like an angry lion above their heads. Big drops of rain began to crash around them. She shut her eyes tight not believing this was her fate. “Please, God help me,” she prayed fervently.
When she opened her eyes an answer laid near her, barely covered by leaves.  She glanced up at him. His eyes had grown wilder as he paced around her. He seemed to be having a conversation, but she couldn’t understand a word he was saying. The rain was falling harder now, soaking her clothes. She peered down at the ground again. Why not? What did she have to lose? She had to do something.
She scooped the smooth rock from the muddy ground. Her dormant softball skills kicked in as she zoned in on his hand.  Not waiting another second, she swung the rock with all her might.
The rock smacked him square on the hand and he dropped the gun. “No, you …”
She leapt forward like a track runner and headed into the trees. As she ran, the oddest memory of a Sunday School lesson entered her mind. The one about Lot’s wife. God told her not to look back, but she did and lost her life.    
His voice bellowed behind her.
“Don’t look back,” She told herself as she ran. “Don’t. Look. Back.”
 (  Story Continues…  )
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Romantic Suspense; Released April 2013
ISBN-10:  160162753X    |   ISBN-13:  978-1601627537
Meet the Author
Tyora Moody
is an author and entrepreneur. Tyora has coined her books as Soul-Searching Suspense. She is the author of When Rain Falls, When Memories Fade (April 2013) and Deep Fried Trouble (June 2013). She is a member of Sisters in Crime and American Christian Fiction Writers.  In 1999, Tyora  started TywebbinCreations.com, her design and marketing company. She helps authors develop an online presence and designs book covers for independent authors. Visit the author online at TyoraMoody.com.

 

2013 Books by Francis Ray

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Francis Ray
is a native Texan and lives in Dallas. 

Ms. Francis Ray will have five titles released in 2013. First up is her 50th book ALL I EVER WANTED, February 26, 2013, then a eBook ALL OF MY LOVE, May 14, 2013.   Next is AFTER THE DAWN, June 18, 2013.  ALL THAT I NEED, is slated to hit stores July 2, 2013.  She will end the year with one of the most requested incredible men in the Graysons series, Rio Sanchez in ALL THAT I DESIRE, October 29, 2013. Currently, Ms. Ray is hard at work on her next book.  Visit her website today:  http://www.francisray.com

ALL THAT I NEED
by Francis Ray
Published Date: July 2, 2013


LOVE COMES WITH NO GUARANTEE

Lance Saxton is a self-made man who enjoys every moment of his success. Running an auction house allows him to manage his own time and travel the world on a moment’s notice—so why rush to settle down? The question answers itself…until he crosses paths with a beautiful, spirited travel writer who makes him second-guess his sense of independence—and leaves him wanting more.

BUT IT’S ALWAYS WORTH THE RISK…

What’s love got to do with it? Fallon Marshall is at the peak of her career as a journalist. Any story she wants she can get. So when she hears about an auction being held at a fabled old estate in Santa Fe, New Mexico, off she goes…only to meet a man who makes her question her priorities. Maybe it’s time for Fallon to stop running away in search of adventure…and just fall into Lance’s arms?

AFTER THE DAWN
Published Date: June 18, 2013

Samantha Collins is stunned when her grandfather turns Collins Industry over to her, causing more than a bit of ill will among the other family members, especially her uncle, Evan. But nothing stuns her more than when she finds out that he has asked Dillon Montgomery to help her run the company. Her grandfather had fired Dillon and ordered him off the company property years ago.

Twelve years ago Samantha made her feelings known to Dillon and the whole thing ended in disaster and they haven’t spoken since. Working together now, even all these years later, is sure to be a disaster. Still, she needs his help if she is going to keep Collins Industry afloat. But will the prodigal son return to the empire – and the woman – who desperately need him? Will he be able to admit how much he desperately needs them?

ALL OF MY LOVE
Published Date: May 14, 2013

Stella McBride realizes that she made a horrible mistake when she divorced her husband Paul to marry another man. Now a free woman, more than anything she wants another chance with the man she truly loves. But Paul doesn’t want to have anything to do with her.

Paul was devastated when Stella divorced him. If it hadn’t been for their children, he might not have survived. There’s no way he’ll ever let her back in his life again. The next time he might not survive because he is still deeply in love with Stella.

The three blissfully happy McBride children want the same for their divorced parents who have both made painful mistakes, but who are still head over heels for each other. The McBride brothers and sister–with a little help–devise a plan to get their parents back together. With Mother’s Day a few weeks away, it just might be the perfect time for Paul and Stella to realize that their love is worth fighting for.


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Flyer: God Don’t Make No Mistakes by Mary Monroe

CAN PUTTING YOUR TRUST IN THE
WRONG PERSON CHANGE YOUR LIFE FOREVER?

New York Times bestselling author Mary Monroe returns with the book fans have been clamoring for—the long-awaited conclusion to her much-loved and bestselling God series—of two forever friends facing their biggest betrayals yet.

MARY MONROE has been described by the Chicago Sun-Times as a “remarkable talent,” known for insightful, entertaining and poignant stories spun around the complicated dynamics between friends, lovers and family. The daughter of sharecroppers and the first in her family to graduate high school, Alabama-born Monroe has been described by the San Francisco Chronicle as “magnificent”.

In November of 2000, Monroe introduced readers to Annette Goode in the award winning novel God Don’t Like Ugly. Readers immediately embraced the character and fell in love with what would become the first installment of the “The God series”. In 2006, God Don’t Play reunited Monroe with the characters she had first introduced in God Don’t Like Ugly and marked her debut onto The New York Times bestseller list and her second #1 Essence bestselling novel. With her extraordinary circumstances and often unsettling portrayal, they followed Annette as she endured and triumphed over childhood poverty, sexual abuse, and obesity. 

Perhaps what pulled readers in the most, was Annette’s longtime friendship with Rhoda O’Toole. They were forever friends, who like most friends; fought, hurt but at the end of it all, loved. This summer, Monroe brings readers the dramatic finale of her successful God series in GOD DON’T MAKE NO MISTAKES.

These days, Annette Goode Davis has a pretty full plate—literally and figuratively. Although she’s trying to reconcile with her husband, Pee Wee, she’s still seeing other men on the side. With her love life hopping, Annette should be as pleased as punch. Instead, the stress has her eating everything in sight and when her world is rocked by a terrible revelation, she’ll discover that appearances can be very, very deceiving. Meanwhile, Annette’s best friend, Rhoda O’Toole, has her hands full—as usual—dealing with her wild child daughter Jade. Jade has always been a cross to bear, but when her antics almost cost Rhoda her man, Rhoda decides things between her and Jade must change.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Mary Monroe is the New York Times and Essence® bestselling author of God Don’t Like Ugly, which earned the author the PEN/Oakland Josephine Miles National Literary Award and a nomination for the Black Writers Alliance’s Golden Pen Award. Her other novels are Mama Ruby, God Ain’t Through Yet, God Ain’t Blind, The Company We Keep, She Had It Coming, God Still Don’t Like Ugly, The Upper Room, Red Light Wives, Gonna Lay Down My Burdens, which is named among the BET.com Best Books of 2002, and the #1 Essence bestseller, In Sheep’s Clothing.

The third child of Alabama sharecroppers, and the first and only member of her family to finish high school, Monroe, who says “I graduated high school by the skin of my teeth,” never attended college or any writing classes. A storyteller since childhood, writing at first came somewhat easily to Monroe. Later, advice from Alice Walker, Ann Rice, James Baldwin and Toni Morrison encouraged her to continue to pursue her writing. Monroe is also included in the reference book, The 100 Most Popular African American Writers.

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A Woman Scorned 3: Deja Vu by Ericka Monique Williams

A Woman Scorned 3: Deja Vu
by Ericka Monique Williams 
In A Woman Scorned 3-Déjà vu, Brielle is still tormented by her past and still dealing with an uncontrollable rage within her. Her issues are threatening to destroy her marriage to Shawn. Brielle must keep Shawn from finding out that she is the one who almost killed him. She desperately needs to keep her husband, finally bring a pregnancy to full term, and have the family that she always dreamed of.

Those in charge of Shawn’s care are leery of Brielle and are trying to convince Shawn to leave her. Brielle has no one to support her and be on her side. Everyone continues to scrutinize her because of Dante’s death and everyone feels that she is due to get back, what she has dished out. Brielle is trying to put the past behind her and is preparing to move forward. She is comforted by the fact that Janay is in prison, but taunted by the nude pictures that Janay sent of herself in Shawn’s room.

To help her heal, mentally and emotionally, Brielle enlists the help of a psychiatrist. What she does not realize is that Dr. Nia Gray is a twisted therapist who wants to control Brielle mentally and exaggerate Brielle’s demons; instead of healing them. Dr. Gray has one goal in mind; to steal Shawn and save him from his crazy wife. However, another new addition to the series has the same idea.

The last installment to the “A Woman Scorned” series ends with a Bang!

Excerpt from A Woman Scorned 3-Déjà vu by Ericka Williams
The Shocking Conclusion to the “A Women Scorned” Series

“I’m asking you a question. What if a woman were to get too attached and then tell your wife? Or what if she feels you took advantage of her? What if she feels that you used her and that it is unfair for you to move on with your life, leaving her heart in pieces, for her to put back together?”

“I will not allow a bitch to break up my family. She knew what she was getting involved in; she is grown.”

“I didn’t. You didn’t tell me up front that you were married. You didn’t give me the right to decide if I wanted to fall for a married man or not.”

“Well, it’s not too late. Shit, you ain’t fall in love over two sexual encounters. So, maybe it’s good that you asked. Save both of us the unnecessary headaches. If you can’t handle it, it’s cool.” Gregory sat up in the bed, put his feet on the floor, and got ready to stand up.

“Not so fast. I need fifty thousand dollars,” Danae said courageously and sternly.

Gregory spun around. “What?! I ain’t giving you fifty thousand dollars. You must be out of your fucking mind.” Gregory stood up over the bed. He was confused as to where the request came from.

“Let me rephrase that for you, Mr. Married Man. If you don’t want your wife to find out about our little affair, you will need to pay me fifty thousand dollars.” Danae remained calm while Gregory began to lose his cool. He leaned in her face.

“I ain’t giving you shit. Now lose my number.” He turned around and walked toward his clothes.

“Well, let me inform you that I have you on tape from the last dinner date. Your wife will receive the tape in the mail. I know where you live. I will give you three days—” Gregory was on top of Danae before she could get any more words out of her mouth. He started choking her.

Danae was helpless. She was defenseless because she was lying flat on her back. She could not move his weight off of her. Gregory’s grip was so tight that she began to feel herself losing consciousness. Her fingers could not pry his fingers off of her. She turned her head to look for something to grab that she could hit him over the head with and get him off of her. In her peripheral vision Danae could see a pen on the night table next to the bed. Danae was gasping for air as Gregory began to taunt her.

 
 

Where Did We Go Wrong Again? by Monica Mathis-Stowe

Intimate Conversation with Monica Mathis-Stowe


Monica Mathis-Stowe is a native of Washington, D.C. and lives in Maryland. She decided to become a writer because she wanted to entertain people with her stories. Monica’s novels portray the drama in relationships among families, lovers, friends, and colleagues. She likes to take her readers on a roller-coaster ride of emotions that will make them laugh, cry, gasp, think, and question people and their actions. Her series, Where Did We Go Wrong? is now available where ever books are sold.

Where Did We Go Wrong?  by Monica Mathis-Stowe
True friends help you through the consequences of poor judgment when no one else will.

In this newly released romantic suspense novel, best friends Gabby, Maxine and Joy protect each other at all costs, even if it means keeping secrets that turn their lives upside down.

Gabby has no boundaries when it comes to getting what she wants. She pulls out every trick in the book to keep her daughter’s married father out of their lives but keep his money in her bank account…

Maxine lives for her family but when her husband’s excessive spending lands them in more debt than they can handle, the stress takes a toll on their perfect marriage…

After Joy’s loyalty to her controlling mother causes her to lose the only man she’’s ever loved, she marries a man she barely knows. After her wedding, she quickly realizes she made the biggest mistake of her life and it puts everybody she loves in danger. Unfortunately, someone will have to pay the ultimate price with their life.

Where Did We Go Wrong Again? (Part 2)
Forgiveness is the pulse that sustains all friendships.

Where Did We Go Wrong?  left readers asking, “Who got shot?” Where Did We Go Wrong Again? continues immediately after the shooting. One of the beloved central characters is critically wounded and another is murdered. The bonds of friendship and love are tested after the tragedy causes all involved to make irrational decisions that complicate their lives even more. Nothing will ever be the same as everyone is forced to make monumental, life-altering decisions. Can relationships be salvaged in time to help one other through the consequences of poor judgment?

BPM:  What have you realized about yourself since becoming a published author?
The positive feedback and reviews from readers made me realize that I’m a good storyteller. Readers contact me through my website, Facebook and Twitter to tell me how once they started reading Where Did We Go Wrong? they couldn’t put it down. When my family and friends told me they enjoyed my novel and it was a good read, I always wondered if they were trying to spare my feelings. But when complete strangers and reviewers purchased my book on Amazon and sent emails praising it and posting 5-Star reviews, I couldn’t help but to smile and pat myself on the back because I accomplished what I set out to do. I wrote an entertaining story that held the readers’ interest and left them asking for more.

BPM:  What is your definition of success?
When I think of success, I think of balance. A person who has balance in his or her life is a successful person to me. You can have more money than you’ll ever spend and a closet full of designer clothes, shoes and jewelry, or your dream job/career but if you don’t have balance, then you have nothing. My definition of success is balance in five areas: 1) Spiritual 2) Family 3) Career 4) Finances and 5) Health. Balance in these areas lead to confidence which leads to success.

BPM:  What does your work speak to?
My work speaks to my ability to develop a story line that has a large appeal to a very broad audience.

BPM:   You believe in….
I believe in the “Art of Freedom” Freedom to live, laugh, enjoy the beauty of life….. A freedom that allows me to escape into a work of make belief where I can create and reach my highest zenith of realism.

BPM:   You are humbled by…
I am humbled by the amount of people who have read and commented on my work. You can’t help but to feel humble when you read a review from someone in a country you’ve never visited.

BPM:   Faith allows you to…
Faith allows me to put everything in God’s hands knowing that He can handle it all. It is a comfortable, serene feeling that allows me to rest in knowing that with Him, all is well.

BPM:    Criticism makes you:
Criticism makes me look inward, re-assess, re-group, take a second look to see what needs to be changed in the way I see, think and act. It’s a reality check.

BPM:   A talent mind is…
A talented mind belongs to a person who has been enriched, cultivated and nourished by the diversity in the world they live in. An individual with a talented mind is not afraid to share their knowledge with others and embraces each person’s uniqueness.

BPM:   When you are afraid you will:
When I’m afraid, I become impulsive and act without thinking, which often causes me to make mistakes and wrong decisions.

BPM:   Your fondest childhood/college memory:
My favorite childhood memory is family reunions in my mother’s hometown, Magnolia, NC. There was much gaiety as family members from far and near joined to together to share family stories, feast on foods fresh from the garden, play games, laugh, talk, hug, and show much love to each other.

BPM:    What you learned from your readers:
I have learned that my readers are passionate about my writing, and highly opinionated about it. They become involved with the characters and feel free to express their thoughts with me. They are loyal and faithful and I am forever grateful for them.

BPM:    The greatest threat to literary freedom:
The greatest threat to literary freedom is not being able to speak freely because of the possibility of censorship.

BPM:    Do you view your writing as a talent or a career:
I view my writing as a talent that can lead to a career.

BPM:    What you know for sure:
I know for sure that I am going to continue writing while at the same time keeping my family balanced. While writing is a passion, my greatest love, next to God, is my family. I will not jeopardize their happiness. They mean the world to me.

Connect with Monica Mathis-Stowe Online
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by Monica Mathis-Stowe

Forgiveness is the pulse that sustains all friendships.

Where Did We Go Wrong? left readers asking, Who got shot? Where Did We Go Wrong Again? continues immediately after the shooting. One of the beloved central characters is critically wounded and another is murdered. The bonds of friendship and love are tested after the tragedy causes all involved to make irrational decisions that complicate their lives even more. Nothing will ever be the same as everyone is forced to make monumental, life-altering decisions. Can relationships be salvaged in time to help one another through the consequences of poor judgment?

 

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Literature & Fiction, Romantic Suspense, Women’s Contemporary Fiction
Topics Discussed: Relationships for professional African-American women, domestic abuse, and suicide

 

Shaded By Love by Terry M. Walker

Shaded By Love by Terry M. Walker


Is love enough to keep Shayna Procton and Simón Ortega  together always?  Finding each other turned out to be the easy part.  Staying together is going to be their true test.  Shayna will find herself caught up in a whirlwind of lies and deceptions, as it becomes apparent to her that Simón is not the man she thought he was. 

Yet she can’t deny the feelings she has for him.  Will she allow herself to remain in a relationship that isn’t good for her?  Or will she listen to her inner voice, the one which is telling her something isn’t right?  Maybe the answer would be simple for her if she weren’t so…Shaded By Love.

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Excellent Read – Highly Recommended!

“Shaded by Love” is well written and quite entertaining. The story is filled with action, love, deception, jealously, and manipulation — the kind of book I love to read!! Even though the main characters Simon and Shayna obviously love each other unconditionally, their relationship is an unhealthy, dysfunctional one. Simon has it all — he is very handsome, rich and powerful and could have just about any woman he want, but he strongly desires beautiful Shayna. His insecure ways make him appear somewhat monstrous. This helped make the story a great read because his love for Shayna makes him absolutely crazy! We can easily use the term “crazy in love!” His jealous, controlling ways is the very thing that makes Shayna question her love for him. You could feel the love they share with each other even when they are arguing and fighting. This book was very hard to put down. I couldn’t get enough of their dysfunctional love. It is an excellent, enjoyable read. I would highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a good love story.


Shaded by Love by Terry M. Walker

Prologue

Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, 2003

As Naldo waited for the arrival of his sworn enemy, he showed his girlfriend how
to work the video camera. “When you’re ready to film, just press this button okay?”
 
“Okay,” she said nervously. “Why do you want to video this anyway, Naldo?
What if the wrong person got hold of the tape somehow? They would be able to use it
against you.”

“I’ve been waiting a long time to bring this young punk down, Mami. He thinks
he can’t be touched, but I’m going to show him that he can. Besides, who’s going to be
gutsy enough to turn in evidence against me, huh?” He tenderly palmed her cheek.

“I’m scared baby. What if he sees me? What should I do then?”

“Keep videoing.” When he saw her worried expression he said, “Don’t worry,
everything’s going to be okay. What is he going to do? There are seven of us against just
one of him.” He chucked her under the chin. “If we include you it would make eight of
us.” He smiled to give her some reassurance. “I need you to hide behind that wall over
there.” He pointed to where he wanted her to go.

“Alright.” Worriedly, she said, “Naldo, please be careful okay? I heard he’s not a
person you would want to go up against.”

“Mamita, you worry too much.” Naldo gave her a kiss on the lips. “Now go hide
yourself and remember to be quiet. If by chance he does take all of us down, which I
seriously doubt, try not to bring attention to yourself by panicking, okay? I don’t want
anything to happen to you.” He kissed her again, and then gently pushed her towards the
hiding place.

The woman made her way over to the hiding spot just before the mystery man
appeared. “Naldo?” The younger man said confused. “What are you doing here?”

“What’s up young blood? Glad you could join us,” Naldo said cheerfully. “I’ve
been waiting a long time to get you alone.”

“Oh damn,” the younger man said under his breath. Immediately, he knew he had
messed up. It was all a lie to get him alone. How did he allow himself to be lured by this
punk ass? He should’ve known that it was a trap right off the bat. But he was told that his
aunt was being held against her will. He tried to reach her numerous times, but she didn’t
answer her phones nor was anyone able to tell him where she was. That caused him more
worry. Whenever the people he loves are in trouble, especially his family, he will risk
anything to save them. He would’ve brought backup. But to be honest, he wasn’t given
much time to round up anyone. Besides, they threatened to harm her if he did.

He looked at the men around him. There were six of them in addition to Naldo.
He knew each of their names…Alex, Antonio, Pedro, Miguel, Sergio, and Emilio. The
seven men had him surrounded with no means of escape. However, he wasn’t afraid nor
was he worried the tiniest of bits. What they don’t realize is that he has studied the
Martial Arts since he was three years old and has earned a solid red belt, the highest rank
there is, in defense. He is a master and unless one of them decides to shoot him, and it
would have to be in the head or his heart because the young man’s body is nothing but a
solid mass of muscles, he will have no problem doing fatal damage to each of them in a
matter of three minutes. That is all the time it will take for him to put them down and
walk away unscathed.

Naldo spoke. “Needless to say, we don’t have your aunt. As far as I know, she’s
lying around in some dudes bed making his night very special.” He laughed at his own
remark. “So what you gonna do now, nigga? You don’t have your boys with you this
time and we out number you seven to one; sounds to me like your ass is finally gonna
meet your maker,” Naldo smirked. The other men snickered and gave each other daps.
Naldo Santiago, a member of one of the younger man’s rival families, has always
been a thorn in his side. The Santiago’s have been coveting what his father created…a
colossal empire…since he can remember. Why the hell they think he would just lie down
and allow them to steal what his father and now he has worked so hard to build is beyond
him. Don’t they realize that he is his father’s child? That shit never happened while his
father was alive, and it sure as hell won’t happen while he’s alive either.

The younger man gestured to the men surrounding him. “Well first, I’m going to
snap the necks of all your hoodlum friends.” He hunched his shoulders before saying,

“Sorry fellas. It’s nothing personal. As a matter of fact, if you choose to leave now, I
wouldn’t hold it against you. Actually, it would be the wisest decision you ever made.”

Naldo shook his head. “See? That’s why I never liked your ass. And to be
truthful, that’s why no one likes your ass. You’re so damn cocky, man. You walk around
acting like you own the damn world or something…like you’re invincible. But you don’t
own the world, nigga, and you’re most definitely not invincible.”

“Well we both know that this has been a long time coming. So why don’t we just
cut to the chase and get this over with. I have things to do, places to go, people to see.
You hear what I’m saying?”

Naldo turned to his thugs and said, “See how this nigga roll? He cracks me the
hell up. I almost admire the damn man for real…almost.” Naldo faced his nemesis again.

“If things were different, we would probably be friends.” He shook his head and said to
his men, “Kill his ass. I’m tired of looking at him.”

The younger man, who stood well over six feet tall, calmly went into a Tachi
Waza (a judo standing position), bending his knees and relaxing his arms and hands. He
did this so that he will be positioned to react fast to his attackers’ assaults. He quickly
glanced at his watch. The time is now ten thirty-five. This shouldn’t take long, he thought
to himself.

As the first man came at him, he used both his arms to grab the man and toss him
over his shoulders. The man went crashing into the pavement of the roof, back first. The
sound of his spine cracking was enough to make you cringe. He won’t be getting up.

Two other men came forward to attack the young man. However, before they had
a chance to make contact with him, he grabbed the left side of one of his attackers and
swept the man’s feet from beneath him, causing him to fall to the ground. He threw a
huge fist at the second guy, connecting directly with the center of the man’s throat. He
felt the man’s Adam’s apple crumble. The poor guy grabbed at his neck, trying to gasp
for air before falling to the ground in spasms.

The guy that he had pinned to the ground was trying to free himself of his grasp.
However, he had a very strong grip on him. He turned to the guy and grabbed his head
between the palms of his hands and did a quick, but fatal yank to the right. He was
satisfied when he heard the bones snap. The man now lay lifeless.

From his peripheral view, he could see that another man aimed a gun his way. He
grabbed the lifeless body of the man he had just killed and shielded himself from the rain
of bullets that flew at him. He threw the lifeless body towards the man shooting at him,
catching the man off guard. He then moved at lightning speed to apprehend the gun,
which he used to shoot his assailant in the head. When he turned to the two remaining
goons, they both tried to run. But they didn’t run fast enough. He put a bullet through the
back of each mans’ skull and watched in satisfaction as they both fell to the ground
simultaneously. Six down, one to go.

The man turned to face his nemesis, Naldo. He always knew it would come to
this. As a matter of fact, he’s glad this day is finally here. Now he can get rid of this
nigga once and for all.

“And then there were two,” the younger man stated.

“Soon there’s going to be just one,” Naldo responded. That’s when the younger
man noticed the gun in his hand. Naldo already had it aimed and cocked.

“You ain’t lying about that brotha. Only one of us will be left standing. I can
assure you, it won’t be you.” The younger man smiled with cocky certainty.

“I can say this much about you, young blood. Your ass is cocky until the very
end.”

Naldo pulled the trigger and two shots rang out. He watched as his longtime
enemy fell to the ground face down. Naldo walked over to him cautiously. Everyone who
knows this bastard also knows that he is a sneaky son of a bitch. He kicked at the younger
man’s leg but he didn’t budge. Naldo let out a deep chuckle. Finally, someone has bested
the head of this rival family and that someone is him! He can’t wait to tell the other
families. This will make him the big man. Hell yeah! He is the man, damn it!

Naldo felt a powerful blow to his knee cap right before he crumbled to the ground
in excruciating pain. “Aaaaaaah, shit!” He yelled out. “What the fuck?” Naldo looked up
to find the younger man now hovering over him. “Oh shit!” He hurriedly aimed to shoot,
but the other man snatched the gun out of his grasp. How the hell did he move that fast?
Why isn’t he dead? Naldo knows he shot the damn man. He had to have…didn’t he? Yet,
Naldo saw no blood anywhere on the younger man’s body. All he saw was his murderous
stare.

Naldo tried to stand, but the pain was too unbearable. So he began to crawl away
as quickly as possible. Of course there was no use. The next thing Naldo knew, he was
being lifted off the ground and carried over to the edge of the roof. “Oh shit man! What
the fuck are you doing?”

The younger man never answered. When he got to the edge of the building, he
tossed Naldo over it like a sack of potatoes. All that could be heard was Naldo’s frantic
screams as he fell thirty stories to his eventual death. The young man waited for the
screams to end and then suddenly there were no more. He smirked at the quietness of the
night.

Turning to the other men scattered around the rooftop, he shook his head. Theyshould’ve left when he gave them the chance. Moving away from the wall, he walked
over to where Naldo dropped his gun and lifted it from the ground. The younger man
then proceeded to put a bullet through the heads of each man lying around. He had to
make certain they were all dead. The last thing he needed was for one of them to try and
get back at him or his family in retaliation.

Once he was convinced that neither of them will ever breathe again, he decided to
head home. As he walked to the door leading to the stairs, he glanced down at his watch.
Damn! Five minutes…that took longer than he thought it would. It doesn’t matter. Today
was a good day.

The woman covered her mouth as tears rolled down her eyes. Oh my God! He
killed them. He killed every last one of them. She wanted to scream, but was too afraid
that the man would come after her next. It took all that she had not to yell out in panic
when she saw him toss Naldo over the roof. But she remembered Naldo’s last words to
her, “Don’t panic.” Fortunately, she got it all on tape and will be taking it straight to
Naldo’s father. Mr. Santiago is going to want that man’s blood for this. There is no doubt
that he will make that bastard pay for what he did to her Naldo!

(  Story Continues…  )

Copyright © 2012 by Terry M. Walker. All rights reserved. Book excerpt reprinted by permission of the author.  This excerpt is used for promotional purposes only. Do not reproduce, copy or use without the publisher’s written permission. Copyright infringement is a serious offense. Share a link to this page or the author’s website if you really like this promotional excerpt.

About the Author
Terry M. Walker
was born and raised in Prince George’s County, Maryland where she still resides in the city of Upper Marlboro. She is a devoted Christian, wife, mother and grandmother.  Her favorite hobby has always been reading.  She loves a good novel and would lie on the sofa reading for hours at a time.

Terry has lived with a vivid imagination all her life.  As a child, she would write short stories during her leisure and read them to her siblings.  When people began to realize Terry’s talent for creative writing, they would ask that she compose poems, essays and speeches for their personal use.  This eventually sent her on a quest to write her very own novel which turned into a series of three books.  It became a proud moment for her as she set out to make her novels known to the world.  With the help of an old high school friend, one who happened to be in the publishing business, Terry watched as her dream of becoming an author unfolded.  From that moment, a whole new world was opened to her.

While Terry enjoys bringing characters to life on paper, she also loves spending time with her family and friends.  It is their love and support that has encouraged her to embark on this new endeavor of writing.  And with the love and support of her growing fans, Terry looks forward to taking her readers on a joyous ride of mischief, adventure, and drama.  But most importantly, she plans to lead them on an exciting journey of LOVE!

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Excerpt from Mama Ruby by Mary Monroe

Mama Ruby by Mary Monroe
Prequel to the Upper Room

If you are a fan of Toni Morrison and Zora Neale Hurston, you will love Mama Ruby and the writings of Mary Monroe!

New York Times bestselling author Mary Monroe presents an unforgettable tale featuring Mama Ruby, the indomitable heroine of her acclaimed novel The Upper Room. Now readers will get a peek into Ruby’s early years, as she transforms from a spoiled small-town girl into one of the South’s most notorious and volatile women…

Growing up in Shreveport, Louisiana, Ruby Jean Upshaw is the kind of girl who knows what she wants and knows how to get it. By the time she’s fifteen, Ruby has developed a taste for fast men and cheap liquor, and not even her preacher daddy can set her straight. Most everyone in the neighborhood knows you don’t cross Ruby. Only Othella Mae Cartier, daughter of the town tramp, understands what makes Ruby tick.

When Ruby discovers she’s in the family way, she’s scared for the first time in her life. After hiding her growing belly with baggy dresses, Ruby secretly gives birth to a baby girl at Othella’s house. With few choices, Othella talks Ruby into giving the child away and with the help of a shocking revelation, convinces Ruby to run off with her to New Orleans.

But nothing can erase Ruby’s memories of the child she lost or quell her simmering rage at Othella for persuading her to let her precious baby go. If there’s a fine line between best friend and worst nightmare, Ruby is surely treading it. Because someday, there will be a reckoning. And when it comes, Othella will learn the hard way that no one knows how to exact revenge quite like Ruby Jean Upshaw!

Excerpt from Mama Ruby by Mary Monroe

Mama Ruby – Coming June 1, 2011!

How did Ruby and Othella Mae come to be who they are today? Find out in the exciting prequel to The Upper Room. There’s a fine line between best friend and worst nightmare…but there will be a reckoning….


Introduction to Mama Ruby Prequel to The Upper Room

Originally published in 1985, Mary Monroe’s engaging debut novel, The Upper Room, features Ruby Montgomery, an obese, indomitable character who steals her best friend’s baby daughter and flees to rural Florida, where she establishes herself as an almost mythical figure. The dialogue and setting are reminiscent of Zora Neale Hurston. The Upper Room by Mary Monroe is a candid portrayal of the cold-blooded yet fascinating Mama Ruby.

~ Shreveport, Louisiana, 1934 ~

Nobody ever had to tell Ruby Jean Upshaw that she was special, but she heard it from every member of her family, her father’s congregation, her classmates, and even the people in her neighborhood almost every day. She was the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. To some black folks, that was a very high position on the food chain. It meant that she had mystical abilities usually associated with Biblical icons. But as a child, Ruby didn’t care one way or the other about being “special” like that.

She balked when people insisted that she’d eventually have “healing hands” and the ability to “predict the future” like other seventh daughters of seventh daughters. But Ruby didn’t care about healing anybody, that was God’s job, and those snake oil salesmen who rolled through town from time to time. And she certainly didn’t want to be telling anybody what the future held for them. Because if it was something bad, they didn’t need to know, and she didn’t want to know.

The bottom line was, and she’d told a lot of people this when they brought it up, she didn’t want those responsibilities. The last thing she needed cluttering up her life was a bunch of superstitious people taking up her time, and drawing unwanted attention to her. Just being the daughter of a preacher was enough of a burden.

And since Ruby was the youngest member of the Upshaw family, her parents watched her like a hawk, and tried to monitor and control most of her activities. “Why do I have to go to church every Sunday?” she asked her mother one Sunday morning when she was just eight. “I want to have some fun!”

“You go to church because you are supposed to, gal. How would it look to the rest of your Papa’s congregation if his own daughter don’t come to church?” Ida replied, giving Ruby a stern look. “Don’t you want to be saved?”

“Saved from what, Mama?” Ruby questioned, looking out of the living room window at the kids across the street building a tent in their front yard.

“Saved from the world, worldly ways. This planet is full of all kinds of pitfalls out there waitin’ on a girl like you. Drinkin’. Men with more lust in their heads than brain matter. Violence. Loud music and sleazy outfits that would shock a harlot,” Ida answered.

Ruby already knew all of that. From what she’d been able to determine; it was a lot more fun to be “worldly” than it was to be the way her parents wanted her to be.  “I want to have some fun like the rest of the kids!” she pouted, knowing that she faced a no-win situation. Her parents’ minds were as nimble as concrete. Once they laid down the rules for Ruby, there were no exceptions.

“You can still have fun and keep yourself virtuous,” her father insisted. “Me and Mother ain’t makin’ you do nothin’ we didn’t make your sisters do, and look how well they all turned out.”

Ruby pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. Before they got married, all six of her older sisters snuck out of the house at night, drank alcohol, slept with men, and wore clothes that would shock a harlot. That was the life that Ruby thought she wanted, and she had already started on the journey that would lead her to a life of fun and frivolity. And as far as violence, she wondered what her over bearing, but naïve, parents would say if they knew that she was already carrying a switchblade in her sock.

Ruby made good grades in school and she had a lot of friends, but it was hard for her to maintain both. She didn’t like to study, and she didn’t like having to attend that run down school four blocks from her house. Those activities took up too much of her time. She appreciated the fact that her classmates and playmates were at her beck and call, not because they liked her, but because they feared her. They all knew about that switchblade she carried in her sock, and they all knew that she was not afraid to use it. She was the most feared eight-year-old in the state.

(continued)

© 2011 All rights reserved. Book excerpt reprinted by permission of the author and the publisher, Kensington Publishing Group. This excerpt has been adapted for Internet viewing. This excerpt is used for promotional purposes only. Do not reproduce, copy or use without the publisher’s written permission. Copyright infringement is a serious offense. Share a link to this page or the author’s website if you really like this promotional excerpt.

About the Author
Mary Monroe is the author of the award-winning, New York Times bestselling God series, which includes God Don’t Like Ugly and God Ain’t Blind. Mary Monroe is the third child of Alabama sharecroppers and the first and only member of her family to finish high school. One of her proudest moments was when she became a winner of the PEN/Oakland Josephine Miles Award.

She is currently celebrating the release of Mama Ruby, the prequel to the Upper Room, the book that started it all. She still writes seven days a week and gets most of her ideas from current events, and the people around her, but most of her material is autobiographical.

Mary Monroe currently lives in Oakland, California. She is divorced, loves to travel, loves to mingle with other authors, and she’ll read anything by Ernest Gaines, Stephen King, Alice Walker, and James Patterson.  Author website: http://www.marymonroe.org/

Mama Ruby by Mary Monroe
Hardcover: 336 pages
Publisher: Dafina (May 31, 2011)
ISBN-10: 0758238614
ISBN-13: 978-0758238610

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2010 SLS Best Bookcovers

2010 Best Bookcovers 
Awarded by the Sankofa Literary Society

The Sankofa Literary Society and its founder Ella Curry are focused on the issues and lifestyles that define today’s avid readers — what they read, what they want out of their literature, how they connect to each other, what motivates them and how they feel about their community as a whole.

Many have stated, “There is no African American village…it’s dead,” we don’t feel that way. The Village is here, the village in now! Expand your horizons! We are a community of 11 bookclub units, 4 social networks and 22 nurses who want to enrich our community with books and the written word. Listed below are the books we have read in 2010 presented by small press publishers, traditional publishers and self-published authors. Join us today to add your voice and experiences to our union. Come on in and join this movement to Give the Gift of Knowledge!

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Die Free - A Heroic Family HistoryFarther Than I Meant to Go, Longer Than I Meant to StayDreams That Won't Let Go: A Novel (Jubilant Soul)When the Cake is MadeSunny RainIf It Don't Hurt... It Ain'T Love


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by Tiffany L. Warren

2. Dreams That Won’t Let Go by Stacy Hawkins Adams

3. When the Cake is Made by Lisa Wu Hartwell

4. If It Don’t Hurt… It Ain’t Love by Junnita Jackson

5. Sunny Rain by Ci Ci Foster

6. Die Free: A Heroic Family History by Cheryl Wills

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2010 Best Books by the Sankofa Literary Society

Black Pearl Inspiration — Non-fiction/Heritage/Spiritual/Memoirs/Self-help

The Sankofa Literary Society and its founder Ella Curry are focused on the issues and lifestyles that define today’s avid readers — what they read, what they want out of their literature, how they connect to each other, what motivates them and how they feel about their community as a whole.

Many have stated, “There is no African American village…it’s dead,” we don’t feel that way. The Village is here, the village in now! Expand your horizons! We are a community of 11 bookclub units, 4 social networks and 22 nurses who want to enrich our community with books and the written word. Listed below are the books we have read in 2010 presented by small press publishers, traditional publishers and self-published authors. Join us today to add your voice and experiences to our union. Come on in and join this movement to Give the Gift of Knowledge!

WHY WE ARE HERE
While highlighting our heritage, our experiences and delivering our voice–we remain anchored to the spiritual, emotional and practical realities of our entire global community, supporting all races. We are not limited solely to reading just African American (AA) authors; we hope to educate our readers by offering a variety of quality literature and resources. We are offering you the best in literature period, from our perspective. Spread the word…please share this listing with at least 20 people you know! The books below will make excellent gifts all year long.

WHAT ARE LITERARY HALLMARKS
Listed below are a few of the best books representing the literary world and the arts. Each book created an impact for our readers/reviewers and the Sankofa Literary Society network. Our literary hallmarks indicate excellence in writing. Here are the books we want to showcase to the world. Please take your time and expand your reading territory by saluting the literary greats and leaders listed below. The books are NOT listed in any order pertaining to the quality of the literature—they are all 4-5 star reads. The number beside the title, does not indicate the ranking of this list.

SPEAK UP AND OUT
Authors, if you see your book listed, please leave a comment with your website address, bookseller links and any news about you and your books! Ask your network to stop by and share their reviews of your books too. Make sure you tell your fellow author friends if you see their names listed below. If your name is listed below, you can copy the award image to your computer and add to your website as well as your promotional material.

2010 Best Books Award: Black Pearl Inspiration —Non-fiction/Spiritual/Memoirs/Self-help

Die Free - A Heroic Family HistoryConversations with MyselfLessons Learned: Loving Yourself As A Black WomanSouls of My Sisters: Black Women Break Their Silence, Tell Their Stories and Heal Their Spirits

1. Die Free: A Heroic Family History by Cheryl Wills

2. Bitch Is the New Black: A Memoir by Helena Andrews

3. The Grace of Silence: A Memoir by Michele Norris

4. Peace from Broken Pieces by Iyanla Vanzant

5. Lessons Learned by Tinisha Nicole Johnson

6. By Any Greens Necessary by Trayce Lynn McQuirter

7. Souls of My Sister by Dawn Marie Daniels and Candace Sandy

8. The Little Black Book of Success by Elaine Meryl Brown

9. Colored People: A Memoir by Henry Louis Gates Jr

10.Conversations with Myself by Nelson Mandela

11.Straight from Your Gay Best Friend by Terrance Dean

12.Girl, Get Your Mind Right!  by Tionna Smalls

13.Love Brought Me Back by Natalie Cole

14.Great Food, All Day Long: Cook Splendidly, Eat Smart by Maya Angelou

15.The Conversation by Hill Harper

16. 52 Weeks of Wow Faith by Mary E. Banks

17.The 50th Law by 50 Cent

18.Extraordinary, Ordinary People by Condoleezza Rice

19.Is It Just Me? Or Is It Nuts Out There by Whoopi Goldberg

20.Color Blind: A Memoir by Precious Williams

21.Amazing Grace: A Tribute to You by Donna Michele Watford

22.Why Do I Have To Think Like A Man? by Shanae Hall

23.Super Rich: A Guide to Having it All by Russell Simmons

24.In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens by Alice Walker

25.Commanding Your Morning by Cindy Trimm

I would like to interview ALL of the authors on this list for Black Pearls Magazine and for the Black Authors Network Radio Show. Email me at: edc_dg@yahoo.com  to setup the interviews.

Ella Curry, president of EDC Creations Media GroupVisit Black Pearls Magazine: http://www.blackpearlsmagazine.com/  

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Best Books 2010 Popular Fiction and Literary Fiction

 

2010 Best Books by the Sankofa Literary Society

Lift as We Climb Leaders—Popular Fiction/General Fiction/Literary Fiction

The Sankofa Literary Society and its founder Ella Curry are focused on the issues and lifestyles that define today’s avid readers — what they read, what they want out of their literature, how they connect to each other, what motivates them and how they feel about their community as a whole.

Many have stated, “There is no African American village…it’s dead,” we don’t feel that way. The Village is here, the village in now! Expand your horizons! We are a community of 11 bookclub units, 4 social networks and 22 nurses who want to enrich our community with books and the written word. Listed below are the books we have read in 2010 presented by small press publishers, traditional publishers and self-published authors. Join us today to add your voice and experiences to our union. Come on in and join this movement to Give the Gift of Knowledge!

WHY WE ARE HERE
While highlighting our heritage, our experiences and delivering our voice–we remain anchored to the spiritual, emotional and practical realities of our entire global community, supporting all races. We are not limited solely to reading just African American (AA) authors; we hope to educate our readers by offering a variety of quality literature and resources. We are offering you the best in literature period, from our perspective. Spread the word…please share this listing with at least 20 people you know! The books below will make excellent gifts all year long.

WHAT ARE LITERARY HALLMARKS
Listed below are a few of the best books representing the literary world and the arts. Each book created an impact for our readers/reviewers and the Sankofa Literary Society network. Our literary hallmarks indicate excellence in writing. Here are the books we want to showcase to the world. Please take your time and expand your reading territory by saluting the literary greats and leaders listed below. The books are NOT listed in any order pertaining to the quality of the literature—they are all 4-5 star reads. The number beside the title, does not indicate the ranking of this list.

SPEAK UP AND OUT
Authors, if you see your book listed, please leave a comment with your website address, bookseller links and any news about you and your books! Ask your network to stop by and share their reviews of your books too. Make sure you tell your fellow author friends if you see their names listed below. If your name is listed below, you can copy the award image to your computer and add to your website as well as your promotional material.

Best Books Award: Lift as We Climb Leaders—Popular Fiction/Fiction/Literary Fiction

Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter. by Tom FranklinBeneath the Lion's Gaze: A NovelOne Flight Up: A NovelPowder Necklace: A Novel (Wsp Readers Club)

1. Before I Forget by Leonard Pitts Jr.

2. Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese

3. Little Bee by Chris Cleave

4. 32 Candles: A Novel by Ernessa T. Carter

5. Wench by Dolen Perkins-Valdez

6. Powder Necklace by Nana Ekua Brew-Hammond

7. If You Walked In My Shoes by Gwynne Forster

8. Some Sing, Some Cry by Ntozake Shange

9. Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter by Tom Franklin

10.’Till You Hear From Me by Pearl Cleage

11.One Flight Up by Susan Fales-Hill

12.From Cape Town with Love by Blair Underwood

13.Wife of the Gods by Kwei Quartey (Reprint Edition)

14.The Personal History of Rachel DuPree by Ann Weisgarber

15.Beneath the Lion’s Gaze by Maaza Mengiste

16.The Secrets of Newberry  by Victor McGlothin

17.Heaven Forbid  by Lutishia Lovely

18.Secrets Unraveled  by J J Michael

19.Twenties Girl: A Novel  by Sophie Kinsella

20.Glorious by Bernice L. McFadden

21.Anna-In-Between by Elizabeth Nunez

22.The Lie by O. H. Bennett

23.Life Is Short But Wide by J. California Cooper

24.Good Fortune by Noni Carter

25.Red Hats by Damon Wayans

26.Say You’re One of Them by Uwem Akpan

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Best Books 2010 Thrillers/Mystery/Erotic Suspense/Paranormal

2010 Best Books by the Sankofa Literary Society

On the Shoulders of Giants
Thrillers/Mystery/Erotic Suspense/Paranormal

The Sankofa Literary Society and its founder Ella Curry are focused on the issues and lifestyles that define today’s avid readers — what they read, what they want out of their literature, how they connect to each other, what motivates them and how they feel about their community as a whole.

Many have stated, “There is no African American village…it’s dead,” we don’t feel that way. The Village is here, the village in now! Expand your horizons! We are a community of 11 bookclub units, 4 social networks and 22 nurses who want to enrich our community with books and the written word. Listed below are the books we have read in 2010 presented by small press publishers, traditional publishers and self-published authors. Join us today to add your voice and experiences to our union. Come on in and join this movement to Give the Gift of Knowledge!

WHY WE ARE HERE
While highlighting our heritage, our experiences and delivering our voice–we remain anchored to the spiritual, emotional and practical realities of our entire global community, supporting all races. We are not limited solely to reading just African American (AA) authors; we hope to educate our readers by offering a variety of quality literature and resources. We are offering you the best in literature period, from our perspective. Spread the word…please share this listing with at least 20 people you know! The books below will make excellent gifts all year long.

WHAT ARE LITERARY HALLMARKS
Listed below are a few of the best books representing the literary world and the arts. Each book created an impact for our readers/reviewers and the Sankofa Literary Society network. Our literary hallmarks indicate excellence in writing. Here are the books we want to showcase to the world. Please take your time and expand your reading territory by saluting the literary greats and leaders listed below. The books are NOT listed in any order pertaining to the quality of the literature—they are all 4-5 star reads. The number beside the title, does not indicate the ranking of this list.

SPEAK UP AND OUT
Authors, if you see your book listed, please leave a comment with your website address, bookseller links and any news about you and your books! Ask your network to stop by and share their reviews of your books too. Make sure you tell your fellow author friends if you see their names listed below. If your name is listed below, you can copy the award image to your computer and add to your website as well as your promotional material.

Best Books: On the Shoulders of Giants — Thrillers/Mystery/Erotic Suspense/Paranormal

Shadow Walker (Neteru Academy Books)Never Wave Goodbye: A Novel of SuspenseDeadly PursuitRoom: A Novel

1. Shadow Walker by L.A. Banks
(Neteru Academy Books for mature older teens too)


2. The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest by Stieg Larsson

3. The Long Fall by Walter Mosley

4. The Confession by John Grisham

5. Buying Time by Pamela Samuels Young

6. Diary of a Stalker by Electa Rome Parks

7. Never Wave Goodbye by Doug Magee

8. Caught by Harlan Coben

9. Room by Emma Donoghue

10.Eye for an Eye by Dwayne S. Joseph

11.Deadly Pursuit by Ann Christopher

12.Black Noir: Mystery, Crime, and Suspense Fiction by Otto Penzler

13.The Inner Circle by Brad Meltzer

14.Deeper Than the Dead  by Tami Hoag

15.Running Scared  by Lisa Jackson

16.Known to Evil  by Walter Mosley

17.Beater by Brian W. Smith

18.Fully Involved: A Firefighter Story by Jackson Harris

19. No Place to Run by Maya Banks

20.Black Jack by Jean Holloway

Ella Curry, president of EDC Creations Media GroupVisit Black Pearls Magazine: http://www.blackpearlsmagazine.com/

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Best Books 2010 Christian Fiction/ Faith-based /Our Experiences


2010 Best Books by the Sankofa Literary Society

Black Pearl Soul—Christian Fiction/ Faith-based /Inspiring Experiences

The Sankofa Literary Society and its founder Ella Curry are focused on the issues and lifestyles that define today’s avid readers — what they read, what they want out of their literature, how they connect to each other, what motivates them and how they feel about their community as a whole.

Many have stated, “There is no African American village…it’s dead,” we don’t feel that way. The Village is here, the village in now! Expand your horizons! We are a community of 11 bookclub units, 4 social networks and 22 nurses who want to enrich our community with books and the written word. Listed below are the books we have read in 2010 presented by small press publishers, traditional publishers and self-published authors. Join us today to add your voice and experiences to our union. Come on in and join this movement to Give the Gift of Knowledge!

WHY WE ARE HERE
While highlighting our heritage, our experiences and delivering our voice–we remain anchored to the spiritual, emotional and practical realities of our entire global community, supporting all races. We are not limited solely to reading just African American (AA) authors; we hope to educate our readers by offering a variety of quality literature and resources. We are offering you the best in literature period, from our perspective. Spread the word…please share this listing with at least 20 people you know! The books below will make excellent gifts all year long.

WHAT ARE LITERARY HALLMARKS
Listed below are a few of the best books representing the literary world and the arts. Each book created an impact for our readers/reviewers and the Sankofa Literary Society network. Our literary hallmarks indicate excellence in writing. Here are the books we want to showcase to the world. Please take your time and expand your reading territory by saluting the literary greats and leaders listed below. The books are NOT listed in any order pertaining to the quality of the literature—they are all 4-5 star reads. The number beside the title, does not indicate the ranking of this list.

SPEAK UP AND OUT
Authors, if you see your book listed, please leave a comment with your website address, bookseller links and any news about you and your books! Ask your network to stop by and share their reviews of your books too. Make sure you tell your fellow author friends if you see their names listed below. If your name is listed below, you can copy the award image to your computer and add to your website as well as your promotional material.

2010 Best Books:  Black Pearl Soul — Christian Fiction/ Faith-based /Our Experiences

Steppin' Into the Good LifeLong Time ComingWalk Like You Have Somewhere to GoDreams That Won't Let Go: A Novel (Jubilant Soul)

1. Walk Like You Have Somewhere To Go by Lucille O’Neal

2. Hard Times Require Furious Dancing: New Poems by Alice Walker

3. Stacy Hawkins Adams 3-Book Jubilant Soul Series

4. 19 Years Old and 19 Men Later by Tenisha Gainey

5. Flaws and All by Shana Burton

6. Soon After by Sherryle Kiser Jackson

7. Long Time Coming by Vanessa Miller

8. Samson by Jacquelin Thomas

9. A Million Blessings by Angela Benson

10.Faithful by Kim Cash Tate

11.Don’t Blame the Devil by Pat G’Orge Walker

12.Be Careful What You Pray For by Kimberla Lawson Roby

13.The Truth Is The Light by Vanessa Davis Griggs

14.An Inconvenient Friend by Rhonda McKnight

15.Holy Rollers by ReShonda Tate Billingsley

16.Reverend Feelgood by Lutishia Lovely

17.My Son’s Ex-Wife by Shelia E. Lipsey

18.Destined by Patricia Haley

19.More Church Folk 2 by Michele Andrea Bowen

20.Sins of the Mother by Victoria Christopher Murray

21.Never Without Hope by Michelle Sutton

22.Diary of a Mad First Lady by DiShan Washington

23.God Ain’t Through Yet by Mary Monroe

24.God Ain’t Blind by Mary Monroe

25.Delilah by Shelia M. Goss

26.Steppin’ Into the Good Life by Tia McCollors (Feb. 1, 2011)

Ella Curry, president of EDC Creations Media GroupVisit Black Pearls Magazine: http://www.blackpearlsmagazine.com/  

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Best Books 2010 Relationships/Urban Lit./Women’s Fiction

2010 Best Books by the Sankofa Literary Society

How We Love — Compt.Fiction/Relationships/Urban Lit./Women’s Fiction

The Sankofa Literary Society and its founder Ella Curry are focused on the issues and lifestyles that define today’s avid readers — what they read, what they want out of their literature, how they connect to each other, what motivates them and how they feel about their community as a whole.

Many have stated, “There is no African American village…it’s dead,” we don’t feel that way. The Village is here, the village in now! Expand your horizons! We are a community of 11 bookclub units, 4 social networks and 22 nurses who want to enrich our community with books and the written word. Listed below are the books we have read in 2010 presented by small press publishers, traditional publishers and self-published authors. Join us today to add your voice and experiences to our union. Come on in and join this movement to Give the Gift of Knowledge!

WHY WE ARE HERE
While highlighting our heritage, our experiences and delivering our voice–we remain anchored to the spiritual, emotional and practical realities of our entire global community, supporting all races. We are not limited solely to reading just African American (AA) authors; we hope to educate our readers by offering a variety of quality literature and resources. We are offering you the best in literature period, from our perspective. Spread the word…please share this listing with at least 20 people you know! The books below will make excellent gifts all year long.

WHAT ARE LITERARY HALLMARKS
Listed below are a few of the best books representing the literary world and the arts. Each book created an impact for our readers/reviewers and the Sankofa Literary Society network. Our literary hallmarks indicate excellence in writing. Here are the books we want to showcase to the world. Please take your time and expand your reading territory by saluting the literary greats and leaders listed below. The books are NOT listed in any order pertaining to the quality of the literature—they are all 4-5 star reads. The number beside the title, does not indicate the ranking of this list.

SPEAK UP AND OUT
Authors, if you see your book listed, please leave a comment with your website address, bookseller links and any news about you and your books! Ask your network to stop by and share their reviews of your books too. Make sure you tell your fellow author friends if you see their names listed below. If your name is listed below, you can copy the award image to your computer and add to your website as well as your promotional material.

Best Books:  How We Love — Compt.Fiction/Relationships/Urban Lit./Women’s Fiction

Cry Me A RiverWhen I Get Where I'm GoingThe Dirty Divorce 2Un-Nappily in Love

1. Let’s Get It On by Jill Nelson

2. Platinum by Aliya S. King

3. When I Get Where I’m Going by Cheryl Robinson

4. What Mother Never Told Me by Donna Hill

5. Cry Me A River by Ernest Hill

6. A Second Helping by Beverly Jenkins

7. Demon Rumm by Sandra Brown

8. The Heat of Heat by Bettye Griffin

9. Best African American Fiction 2010 by Gerald Early

10.Nothing Stays the Same by Suzetta Perkins

11.Still Candy Shopping by Kiki Swinson

12.Fish and Grits by Tina Smith-Brown

13.When the Cake is Made by Lisa Wu Hartwell

14.The Golden Hustla by Wahida Clark

15.Dirtier Than Ever by Vickie M. Stringer

16.Torn Between Two Lovers by Carl Weber

17.Snitch by VegasClarke

18.The Dirty Divorce 2 by Miss KP

19.A Woman Scorned by Ericka Williams

20.What’s His Is Mine by Daaimah S. Poole

21.Butterfly Rising by Tanya Wright

22.Bastards by Avah LaReaux

23.Sunny Rain by Ci Ci Foster

24.Un-Nappily in Love by Trisha R. Thomas

25.Dynasty by Kwame Teague

Ella Curry, president of EDC Creations Media Group
Visit Black Pearls Magazine: http://www.blackpearlsmagazine.com/

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Best 2010 Erotica/Romance/Adult Literature

2010 Best Books by the Sankofa Literary Society Erotica/Romance/Alternate Lifestyles/Adult Literature

The Sankofa Literary Society and its founder Ella Curry are focused on the issues and lifestyles that define today’s avid readers — what they read, what they want out of their literature, how they connect to each other, what motivates them and how they feel about their community as a whole.

Many have stated, “There is no African American village…it’s dead,” we don’t feel that way. The Village is here, the village in now! Expand your horizons! We are a community of 11 bookclub units, 4 social networks and 22 nurses who want to enrich our community with books and the written word. Listed below are the books we have read in 2010 presented by small press publishers, traditional publishers and self-published authors. Join us today to add your voice and experiences to our union. Come on in and join this movement to Give the Gift of Knowledge!

WHY WE ARE HERE
While highlighting our heritage, our experiences and delivering our voice–we remain anchored to the spiritual, emotional and practical realities of our entire global community, supporting all races. We are not limited solely to reading just African American (AA) authors; we hope to educate our readers by offering a variety of quality literature and resources. We are offering you the best in literature period, from our perspective. Spread the word…please share this listing with at least 20 people you know! The books below will make excellent gifts all year long.

WHAT ARE LITERARY HALLMARKS
Listed below are a few of the best books representing the literary world and the arts. Each book created an impact for our readers/reviewers and the Sankofa Literary Society network. Our literary hallmarks indicate excellence in writing. Here are the books we want to showcase to the world. Please take your time and expand your reading territory by saluting the literary greats and leaders listed below. The books are NOT listed in any order pertaining to the quality of the literature—they are all 4-5 star reads. The number beside the title, does not indicate the ranking of this list.

SPEAK UP AND OUT
Authors, if you see your book listed, please leave a comment with your website address, bookseller links and any news about you and your books! Ask your network to stop by and share their reviews of your books too. Make sure you tell your fellow author friends if you see their names listed below. If your name is listed below, you can copy the award image to your computer and add to your website as well as your promotional material.

Best Books:  Black Pearl Passions—Erotica/Romance/Alternate Lifestyles/Adult Literature

True ConfessionsHeart of the Falcon: A Falcon NovelHeading SouthBoth Sides of the Fence 2 (Urban Renaissance)

1. True Confessions by Electa Rome Parks

2. Heart of the Falcon by Francis Ray

3. Butterfly by Rochelle Alers

4. Heading South by Dany LaFerriere

5. Sexaholics by Pynk

6. Punany Experience by Jessica Holter

7.Confessions by Sasha Campbell

8.Only Hers: The Taggart Brothers by Francis Ray

9. Private Lessons by Donna Hill

10.What a Westmoreland Wants by Brenda Jackson

11.Stealing Candy by Allison Hobbs

12.Pleasure Principles by Lesley E. Hal

13.Can’t Get Enough of You by Bette Ford

14.Love Me Tonight by Gwynne Forster

15.What Love Tastes Like by Zuri Day

16.Bedroom Chronicles by Jamise L. Dames

17.Nihon Nights by Trisha Haddad and Monica Haddad

18.Both Sides of the Fence 2 by M.T. Pope

19.Miss Wayne & the Queens of DC by T. Styles

20.Loving Simone by Jessica Tilles

21.Playing the Hand You’re Dealt by Trice Hickman

22.His Sexy Bad Habit by Cheris Hodges

23.Visible Lives by Terrance Dean, James Early Hardy and Stanley Bennett Clay

24.Cheaper to Keep Her by Unique

25.Darius Jones by Mary B. Morrison

26.Smooth Operator by Risqué

Ella Curry, president of EDC Creations Media Group
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Best Children and Young Adult Books 2010

Best Children and Young Adult Books 2010

Awarded by the Sankofa Literary Society (SLS)

The Sankofa Literary Society and its founder Ella Curry are focused on the issues and lifestyles that define today’s avid readers — what they read, what they want out of their literature, how they connect to each other, what motivates them and how they feel about their community as a whole. Many have stated, “There is no African American village…it’s dead,” we don’t feel that way. The Village is here, the village in now! Expand your horizons! We are a community of 11 bookclub units, 4 social networks and 22 nurses who want to enrich our community with books and the written word. Listed below are the books we have read in 2010 presented by small press publishers, traditional publishers and self-published authors. Join us today to add your voice and experiences to our union. Come on in and join this movement to Give the Gift of Knowledge!

 

WHY WE ARE HERE
While highlighting our heritage, our experiences and delivering our voice–we remain anchored to the spiritual, emotional and practical realities of our entire global community, supporting all races. We are not limited solely to reading just African American (AA) authors; we hope to educate our readers by offering a variety of quality literature and resources. We are offering you the best in literature period, from our perspective. Spread the word…please share this listing with at least 20 people you know! The books below will make excellent gifts all year long.

WHAT ARE LITERARY HALLMARKS
Listed below are a few of the best books representing the literary world and the arts. Each book created an impact for our readers/reviewers and the Sankofa Literary Society network. Our literary hallmarks indicate excellence in writing. Here are the books we want to showcase to the world. Please take your time and expand your reading territory by saluting the literary greats and leaders listed below. The books are NOT listed in any order pertaining to the quality of the literature—they are all 4-5 star reads. The number beside the title, does not indicate the ranking of this list.

SPEAK UP AND OUT
Authors, if you see your book listed, please leave a comment with your website address, bookseller links and any news about you and your books! Ask your network to stop by and share their reviews of your books too. Make sure you tell your fellow author friends if you see their names listed below. If your name is listed below, you can copy the award image to your computer and add to your website as well as your promotional material.

 

 

SLS TOP BOOKS —  RECOMMENDED READING LIST

 
Best Books 2010: Young Reader Power Reads— Books for Children, Tweens and Young Adults. The books on this list were part of our 2010 SLS Young Readers Challenge. Each parent was asked to get their child to read 20 books for the year. The list below is the best selections out of more than 275 books read by the group.

Books of the Year for Young Adult Readers

1.Betsey Brown by Ntozake Shange

2.Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self by Danielle Evans

3.You Can Do It! by Tony Dungy

Betsey Brown: A NovelBefore You Suffocate Your Own Fool SelfYou Can Do It!

Best Books 2010: Young Readers

1.The Great Migration: Journey to the North by Eloise Greenfield (C)

2. Just Another Hero by Sharon M. Draper

3. My Friend Maya Loves to Dance by Cheryl Willis Hudson (C)

4. The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats (C)

5. Oprah: The Little Speaker by Carole Boston Weatherford (C)

6. The Private Thoughts of Amelia E. Rye by Bonnie Shimko

7. Catching the Moon by Crystal Hubbard (C)

8. Finding Family by Tonya Bolden

9. Skit-Scat Raggedy Cat by Sean Qualls

10.Dancing in the Wings by Debbie Allen

11. Mirror by Jeannie Baker (C)

12.One Crazy Summer by Rita Williams-Garcia

13.Sugar Plum Ballerinas: Plum Fantastic by Whoopi Goldberg (C)

14.Pushin’ (Drama High Series #12) by L. Divine

15.The Patchwork Path: Map to Freedom by Bettye Stroud

16.The Exorsistah by Claudia Mair Burney

17.Lola Loves Stories by Anna McQuinn (C)

18.Pecan Pie Baby by: Jacqueline Woodson (C)

19.Chains by Laurie Halse Anderson

20.New Girl in Town by Julia DeVillers

21.Hansel and Gretel by Rachel Isadora (C)

22.November Blues by Sharon M. Draper

23.The Princess and the Pea by Rachel Isadora (C)

24.Shadows on Society Hill: An Addy Mystery by Evelyn Coleman

25.Choices by Katrina L. Burchett

**Young Children (C)

Ella Curry, president of EDC Creations Media Group
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Excerpt: Captured Hearts by Sherlyn Powell

Captured Hearts by Sherlyn Powell

Sylvia Masters is a hot fifty-two year old widow and CEO of The Masters Investment Group. After her husband passed, her focus turned to raising their three children and getting the company her husband started ranked among the Fortune 500.

Lieutenant Julian Reynolds is on the scene to inform her of the murder of her former fiancée, Addison Lockwood. When the Lieutenant goes to the Masters’ home to question Sylvia he is blown away by her beauty. Her looks and strong personality inspire Lieutenant Reynolds to solve the case and pursue the woman of his dreams.

When Sylvia offers the Lieutenant a cup of coffee their hands touch and their eyes lock. After a tumultuous beginning, Julian summons up the courage to ask Sylvia to dinner. Problem: Julian is ten years younger and Sylvia isn’t interested in being labeled a Cougar.

Refusing the Lieutenant’s invitation, Sylvia is flattered that this much younger man who is also fine is obviously interested in her. The undeniable chemistry is hard to resist. What would her family say?  Can Sylvia have a future with Julian?

Excerpt from Chapter 1 Captured Hearts

“Where is she?” The young woman looked at her watch and sighed. “She should have been here by now. Where is she?”

“Lacy!”

“What!”

“You need to give the carpet a rest. You’re going to take unnecessary pounds off that five foot ten inch model thin body.”

“Ha ha—funny. I can’t help it.” She frowned and folded her arms. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know. She’ll be here.”

“How can you be so calm Alexis? A man has been murdered and our mother is no where to be found.”

“A man?” The dark haired beauty shrugged her shoulders as she turned up her glass.

“You know what I mean.” Lacy looked out the window, “Mother could at least call us. Why hasn’t she called?”

“You know Mother; she answers to no one.”

“I can’t stand not knowing if she’s all right. Did she say anything to you at work?”

“The only thing she said was she had an appointment, she would be leaving early and she’d see me at home tonight.”

Lacy spoke softly. “She’s not even answering her phone.”

“Maybe she hasn’t heard.”

“I hope not. I don’t know if she was really over Addison.”

“She’ll be fine. Mother always lands on her feet.”

Lacy frowned as she stopped pacing long enough to turn and look at Alexis. “You say that with such malice.”

“No—just stating the simple truth. You forget we’re talking about Sylvia Masters. She’s one of the most powerful and most admired women in Northern Virginia. She didn’t get to the top by being timid.” Alexis smiled as she poured another glass of wine and drank until her glass was empty.

Lacy stared when she picked up a bottle of chardonnay and refilled her glass. “Alexis, that’s your third glass of wine.”

“And ….”

“You’re not a drinker. It’s obvious you’re worried too.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Lacy.” Alexis stretched out her arms as she slid back on the sofa and crossed her long shapely legs. She felt the turbulent movement in the pit of her stomach as she thought of where her mother was. What if she had found out about Addison? Would she really be okay?

“All that wine couldn’t be good for that curvy figure,” Lacy said. “It will go to your middle and you’ll lose that tiny waistline you’re so proud of.”

“Alright Dr. Masters, I thought you were studying to be a Psychologist. Are you turning to internal medicine too?” Alexis turned up her glass and stared at her baby sister.

“Alexis—really.”

Alexis laughed. “Lacy you’re shivering are you cold?”

“No, I’m fine.” She rubbed her arms and tilted her head back.

Alexis looked at her glass and sat it down. Lacy sat down but a minute later she bounced from her seat and paced the floor again. The only other sound in the room was a slight ticking sound that came from the clock that sat on the intricately carved mahogany mantle nearby. The two young women were determined to wait for Sylvia to come home. They wanted reassurance that she was okay.

Lacy looked at her watch. “It’s after six. If she left work early for her meeting how long do you think it would last?”

“I don’t know, she didn’t say much. Maybe she just decided to go have dinner or go shopping.”

“I doubt it.”

“Well at least the weather has cooled down. The humidity was a killer.”

“Alexis.”

“Sorry, poor choice of words. I still can’t believe someone would kill Addison”

“I know. They didn’t say very much on the news. Oh this is so sad.” Lacy held out her trembling hands.

“Lacy, you’ve got to calm down.”

“I’m trying.” She sat down and let out a long deep breath.

The doorbell rang and they looked at each other. Lacy stretched her eyes. They both walked to the door. Alexis opened it and smiled.

“Oh Marcus,” Lacy breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry if I startled you ladies. I take it your mother isn’t home yet.”

“No,” Lacy said, “and we haven’t heard from her either.”

“I’m glad you stopped by. You’re always here when our family needs you. How are you Marcus?”

“Fine Lacy, how are you doing?”

“Very well thank you.”

“Come on in let’s talk,” said Alexis. “We need to catch up,”

“You’re looking very beautiful Alexis. Your hair is getting long.” Marcus tried to distract them. “Are you going to cut it again?”

“No, I think I’ll let it keep growing.”

“You’re looking more and more like Sylvia every day—long hair or not.” He turned to Lacy, “you are still the beautiful female version of your father,” he smiled. “Are you stressing?”

“Alexis thinks I’m worrying for nothing.”

“I’m sure she’s right. Sylvia will be okay,” Marcus said. “I’ve known your mother for many years and there is one thing I know for sure. Sylvia Masters is a strong woman capable of handling herself in any situation. Just try to think positive and relax.”

“I know Marcus but if you really felt that way why are you here?” Lacy asked.

“Lacy; that’s cold,” said Alexis.

The three of them walked into the library, Marcus poured himself a drink and they sat passing the time. Marcus was able to distract them as they waited on Sylvia.

Thirty minutes later Marcus sprang to his feet and stood at attention. He adjusted the jacket of his dark gray Armani suit as he watched a shapely dark haired woman stroll into the room.

Alexis and Lacy turned around.

Sylvia Masters stopped just inside the door way; she raised her brows when she looked at the concerned tightlipped faces in the room. All three pairs of eyes stared back at her.

“Mother! Thank goodness.” Lacy exhaled a long sigh of relief. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine Lacy. Why do you ask? Why is everybody looking so glum?” She frowned when she locked eyes with her devoted friend. “And why are you here Marcus?”

He sat his drink down and walked toward Sylvia. “Where have you been?”

“Out.” Sylvia snapped as her brows drew closer together.

Marcus knew that response was typical of Sylvia. She didn’t owe him an explanation, friend or not.

“Did you hear?” Marcus looked at Sylvia. “Addison Lockwood was found dead earlier this evening.”

Sylvia’s eyes popped, “Addison? Dead?” She froze, chills ran through her body as her Louis Vuitton pursed dropped to the floor.

“Yes Mother, it’s true.” Alexis pushed back her long dark hair out of her face. We were concerned about you because we didn’t want you to hear about Addison from some stranger on the street.”

“We were both concerned you may find out before you got home and how you’d take it if you did,” Lacy said.

Sylvia’s limp body nearly collapsed as Marcus caught her by her waist and held her up; he walked her to her favorite chair. She took a deep breath as she slumped in her cushy oversized throne that sat in a corner of the library positioned so she could see everything that went on around her.

She placed her hand over her forehead. “That can’t be,” she frowned. “I don’t believe it. What happened?”

“We don’t have the details,” Marcus answered, “but it’s all over the news.” A Lieutenant Reynolds gave a brief interview to the media. According to his statement, Addison was found lying on his living room floor. Apparently he was struck in the back of his head.”

Lacy sat on the ottoman by her mother’s chair and squeezed Sylvia’s trembling hand as she looked at her. “Mother, I was so worried about you. You should have phoned. We tried to call you.”

Sylvia let out a deep breath as she released her hand from Lacy’s grasp; she stroked Lacy’s cheek as she looked into her gentle brown eyes. “I’m not accustomed to phoning in my whereabouts and I won’t start.” She sighed and sat up straight to regain her composure.

The sheer curtains that hung from the tall windows filtered the sun that peered through a small opening as it slowly slipped away.

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About Sherlyn Powell
Sherlyn Powell is an Author, Speaker and Publisher. She majored in Business Management at Northern Virginia Community College. Although Powell has a business background she has always loved writing. Her vivid imagination led her to creative writing classes to craft her highly praised debut novel, Something Desirable, released in May 2008. Sherlyn has been called an extraordinary writer. Her second novel, Captured Hearts is now available and has already gotten her one of the most rewarding five star reviews from one reviewer.

Sherlyn loves family and has strong faith in God. She writes about strong independent women, family loyalty and friendships. Creating believable characters and positive images her readers can identify with while maintaining a page turner is her ultimate goal when she writes.

A native of Virginia, Sherlyn always dreamed of being an author and a playwright. She dreams of seeing her characters come to life one day. She remembers a reading library her grandmother bought her when she was a child. Growing up she spent a lot time reading stories ranging from nursery rhymes, to Tom Sawyer to great literature like To Kill a Mockingbird. She also enjoys non-fiction, loves true stories and documentaries.

Though writing is her passion since childhood, she enjoys traveling, networking and photography.

Powell is the mother of two and resides in Virginia with her husband. She is a member of James River Writers, National Association of Professional Women, The Riverside Writers and The Virginia Writer’s Club.  Contact Sherlyn via her website http://www.sherlynpowell.com/  or at Facebook http://www.facebook.com/sherlynpowell.author

 

Excerpt Completely Whole by Paulette Harper

Completely Whole by Paulette Harper

 Life’s daily struggles can often leave us perplexed and bewildered on how to cope with hard issues. In COMPLETELY WHOLE, Paulette Harper offers keys to help those who are searching for answers that can lead to a life of complete wholeness: Spirit, Soul and Body. COMPLETELY WHOLE focuses on how to overcome suffering caused by alcoholism, substance abuse, poverty, and other obstacles blocking the path to a life of wholeness.
Praise for Completely Whole by Paulette Harper
Completely Whole was written with a hint of personal experiences, meant to create a lasting touch on the hearts of those who read the pages. As I read through the book, I got the sense that Ms. Harper wanted everyone to know that there is a process to becoming whole, and there should be a desire to becoming  Completely Whole.  In times as such as we live, will the need arise for us to check in with ourselves, and see what level of authenticity we are operating from?  Ms. Harper weaves these types of questions and answers throughout the entire book giving you a way to see yourself as you are and to appreciate the passion to do something different. It is a great read, and it’s truths will follow for days and months to come. As it is Ms. Harpers desire for you to reach your place of wholeness, I too say, that wholeness is a great place for change to begin. — Dr. Lakita Long, Author
4 Stars by Readers With Attitude Bookclub, Richmond, VA
Completely Whole is a self help manual for the Christian Woman (while men could still read it, it’s more geared towards women). Scriptures, prayers and even personal affirmation and testimony fill the pages with the desire to want to live a better life.
This book would be perfect for the Christian who has become complacent and need an inner revival to refresh their spirit. I can see someone allowing their spirit to be renewed as they discover things about themselves along the way that will allow them to become a better person. I enjoyed the prayers and the scriptures riddled throughout most of the book.
I would have to say that I would have liked more from the narrative. I felt that once the authors testimony was introduced it was quickly pulled away as though the reader shouldn’t know the full extent of what they’ve been through. Writing can be a healing process and many testimonies are shared and I can’t but help to think if the full story was given it could help to free someone else in a similar situation. Also while I recognize the audience for this book is for a Christian base, to anyone who maybe on the edge of wanting to become a Christian may feel this book teetered on the boarder of being preachy.
I would recommend it for Christian readers and bookclubs who feel that there may be something missing in their lives and want to reach that next level. — Reviewed by: Nikkea Smithers, RWA Bookclub President
Excerpt Completely Whole – Chapter 1
Lord, I Am Made Whole by My Experiences
Wouldn’t life be so much better if we could tell God how to do His job? Or maybe we could assist Him or give Him some advice on how to deal with our issues? Wouldn’t we simply make sure we avoided much of the pain, sorrow and disappointment life brought? The answer is a resounding yes! Avoiding hardship, pain and heartache would be our primary solution in dealing with everything that life brought our way. If we could just sit back and live in complete harmony and joy, wouldn’t that be wonderful? Who wouldn’t want this kind of life?
Unfortunately, the world in which we live doesn’t allow this type of ease. We call this kind of world imaginary—make believe—a fairy tale. Fairy tales are fables created for children with the illusion that the world is an ideal and wonderful place—a place where there are no cares?a place which is free and exempt from outside influences. The truth of the matter is the world in which we live can be disappointing and cruel, with plenty of let downs. Yet, depending on our attitude, the world can also be a place of limitless successes, great achievements, abundant blessings and untold happiness. Each day that God blesses us to experience is a day in which some type of lesson is going to be taught. The question is: are we willing to learn?
Many times we ask God, “Why ?why must we endure the things we do?” By nature, we do not embrace new experiences because most experiences require us to give something of ourselves. The truth is, we don’t want to give anything without a guarantee of a return. We are not willing to surrender, submit and give God what He asks for in the midst of our circumstances.
We must remember that when we accepted Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior, we placed ourselves under His authority, His care and His direction. Laying down our will and yielding to God must come from a heart that has complete trust and confidence in His ability to sustain every situation, and resolve every conflict
When we face a trying dilemma, our question should be, “What is God trying to say to me and teach me?” In life’s experiences, if we learn the lessons that God is trying to teach and convey to us, we will gain valuable understanding, which in turn makes us comprehend more clearly what is happening and why.
Often times, we do not like how God picks those experiences for us. There are some experiences in life that I can’t go through, because God knows my makeup, temperament and personality—same with you. Some experiences are more difficult to handle than others, yet God in His infinite wisdom knows exactly what experiences each of us can bear.
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Completely Whole by Paulette Harper
ISBN-13: 978-0615331010

 About the Author Paulette Harper Johnson
A sought after speaker, certified life coach, minister and author. As an inspirational and motivational speaker, Paulette’s desire is to motive women to reach their God given potential through conferences, workshops and seminars. Combining enthusiasm with an energetic speaking style, audiences describe Paulette’s presentation as inspiriting, enriching and encouraging. She is committed to speaking a message that is always uplifting and edifying.
As a writing coach, Paulette is the visionary behind “Write Now” (releasing the word in you) literary workshops designed to coach aspiring writers in the areas of creativity, development and publication of Christian books. God has given her a desire for writers especially those who want to write for the Lord. Through these workshops it is her aspiration to provide information that will help aspiring writers dream come to reality, by providing tools, resources and opportunities to help them succeed.
As a certified life coach, Paulette’s mission is to challenge you to define your purpose, and passion so you can discover your full potential for living your best life now. Paulette completed her coaching education at New Life Coaching, Inc and is a member of International Coach Federation.
Paulette has authored such books as That Was Then, This Is Now and Completely Whole which was published under her own publishing company Thy Word Publishing and is the co-author of Victorious Living for Women. Her next book For Such a Time as This will be released in 2011 in addition to Victorious Living for Moms.
Paulette Harper Johnson serves in ministry with her husband Sr. Pastor Tony E. Johnson at Word of Faith Worship Center in Bradenton, FL.   Paulette is available to speak, train and facilitate at your upcoming event or conference.  Ministry location: http://www.wordoffaithfl.org/  
 

Excerpt: True Confessions by Electa Rome Parks

True Confessions by Electa Rome Parks

Twenty-eight year old Kennedy Logan is gorgeous, educated, talented, and in love. Unfortunately, Drake Collins has other ideas about the true state of their relationship. Kennedy hopes to turn him around; Drake just wants to turn her out sexually. Kennedy is also searching for her biological mother, who gave her up at birth. She wants answers and she has tons of questions. The enormous weight of these predicaments leads to a failed suicide attempt.

Her overprotective and overbearing mother, Dorothy Logan, moves in with Kennedy and makes it her mission to get her daughter’s life back in order. The first step is getting rid of Drake Collins once and for all, but that’s easier said than done. Drake has no intentions of going anywhere. Kennedy’s ever loyal and fun-loving best friend, Taylor, and her absentee father join forces to help support Kennedy in her time of need.

At her psychiatrist’s advice, Kennedy uses writing as her therapy. She starts to keep a daily journal detailing the erotic circumstances and family drama that led up to her despair. Through very personal, funny, and graphic entries, readers will share her confessions. Brace yourselves for a very steamy journey!


Prologue True Confessions by Electa Rome Parks(Erotic Fiction)

My reality is surreal and happens in super, slow motion. A nervous giggle escapes my chapped, dry and parched lips. I lick them to restore moisture. Then, there is utter, deadly silence. If I listen closely, I can hear my heartbeat beating away at an accelerated pace. My senses are heightened and I marvel over the brilliant, bold colors of my bedroom as I inhale my favorite fragrances, from their spot on my antique dresser, colliding into one another with their potent allure. Even my sense of touch is different somehow. Everything is magnified to the nth degree. It’s like I’m looking down at myself from a huge movie screen with surround sound as I ready myself for the big finale—the final shot and then fade to black.

I’ve never been good at saying goodbye, even on short, weekend trips. I keep the handwritten note short and sweet and pray to God that mother will understand, and hopefully, one day, forgive me.

I don’t mean to hurt her or cause her any fresh pain. I sincerely don’t. I hope she understands that this isn’t her fault, that I love her with all my heart and being. No matter what, that fact will never change. I’m so thankful and forever grateful that she chose me to be her daughter out of all the orphaned babies in the world. She chose me. I told myself over and over again that that made me special. I needed to feel special instead of unwanted and discarded.

I’ll miss mother the most, but the hurt I feel inside is too unbearable and indescribable. It is too painful for me to continue, day in and day out, with just a hollow emptiness that erodes and corrupts any happiness that briefly surfaces. The dawn of each new day only brings me more heartache and renewed memories. Some memories are like leeches. They latch on for dear life and slowly, ever so slowly, suck and drain all the blood, all the living out of you. You are left with just a shell of the old you and that’s no way to survive. Not for me, anyway.

When they find me, I want it to look like I’m sleeping, peacefully. Just like Sleeping Beauty who only needed a handsome prince to kiss her and awaken her from the darkness that engulfed her. However, for me, there won’t be a handsome, charming prince to wake me, save me, and ride off into eternity. All my so-called princes were monsters in disguise with their own hidden agendas that attempted to crush and stamp out my self-esteem. Yes, just blessed sleep awaits me.

I chose pills. I couldn’t subject mother to a messy, bloody scene that comes with slitting one’s wrists or shooting one’s self. I refuse to take my final breath with that heavy on my heart. I don’t think my heart could handle anything else weighing against it. As it is, I feel like I have three hundred pounds weighing me down. Crushing the life out of me.

As I settle myself comfortably on my queen-size bed, slowly pull the red, satin comforter up to my chin and stare at the full bottle of prescription pills carefully nestled in my right hand, I can’t imagine not waking up in the morning.

What will it be like to not see the rising sun? To not hear my alarm clock going off announcing it’s time to get ready for another day of work? Not hitting snooze to give myself another fifteen minutes? Not rushing to finish my morning rituals before I dash out the door and into rush-hour traffic? What will that feel like?

More important to me now, though, is will it hurt? I hope not. I have never been able to tolerate too much pain, physical, mental or emotional. Yet, that’s what Drake has caused me for the last year of my life. Pain. Intolerable suffering.

I only wanted to love him and for him to love me in return. Simple enough. Was that asking too much? My part of the equation was accomplished, effortless. Drake claimed he loved me, but he really didn’t. Probably never could. Didn’t know how to love or receive it. After what happened last week, I know he didn’t. Yet, I gave him everything: my heart, my body, my soul. Now, I have nothing left to give myself. I’m empty inside.

As tears slowly flood my weary eyes and blur my vision, I look around my cozy bedroom for the last time. Ever. It used to be one of my favorite rooms in my small two bedroom, one bath apartment. There was nothing better than lighting several fragrant candles, drinking a little white wine and cozying up with a good romance novel. Yes, that was heaven. Simple things excite me. Always have. Watching a sunrise or sunset, waking up to birds chirping in the treetops, walking hand in hand through the park with the one I love, all these things brought me great joy.

Mother will have to understand. I left her a note, propped up on the nightstand, in full view, that explains how much I love her and daddy. What will she think when she can’t reach me tonight? I would love to hear her soothing, loving voice one last time. Yet, I know I wouldn’t be able to go through with my plan if I did. I’d give away my intentions over the phone or mother would pick up on my foul mood and that would be that. I’d wake up another day with this aching, dull pain inside, tearing me apart, bit-by-bit. Pain that dulls and diminishes every ounce of my strength, all the way down to my pores.

Drake Collins. His name leaves a bitter taste on my tongue. Just the thought of him brings bile to the back of my throat. I will forever regret the day I met that man. If I could turn back the hands of time, do it all over again, I would have called in sick that day or run for the hills. I was just fine with my life the way it was. Sure, it wasn’t exciting or glamorous, but it was enough for me. Drake came with the charm, movie star looks, glitz and high drama and reeled me right in like a bass caught at sea. I gladly jumped into his net.

I say a silent prayer of forgiveness as I place one, then two colorful pills on my tongue and swallow dry. I didn’t think of getting a glass of water. I can’t think. The lump in my throat quickly diminishes. There’s no turning back now. Just like there was no turning back when Drake turned me out. The countdown begins. Ten, nine, eight. . . I’ve lived a happy life. I have tons of good memories. I’ve treated others the way I wanted to be treated.

I hope this happens quickly. I steadfastly place three, four pills on my tongue and swallow again. Hot tears start to spill forth and stream down my cheeks as I realize the final result of my actions. Seven, six, five. . . It’s for the best. I need to stop the pain. Will he even miss me? Or will he just move on to his next victim? Will all this be in vain?

I guess I’ll never have that family now. The one I used to daydream and write about in my journal. The family with the almost perfect mommy and daddy and two kids, a boy and girl. The boy would be the oldest, and he’d look out for and protect his younger sister. They’d have cute, adorable names and they’d know they were wanted and loved and cherished by their parents. They’d never feel unwanted.

Four, three. . . I swallow a handful of pills this time. I’ve lost count as to how many I’ve digested. As spittle escapes from my mouth, I gag. I wipe the overflow away with the back of my hand and keep right on shoving pills in my mouth until the orange-brown medicine bottle is empty. I look inside, in awe, shake the bottle, and can’t believe the pills are gone so quickly. Just like the illusion of love. If you blink, you’ll miss it.

I wonder if Drake even realizes how much I loved him? Now, I wait for blessed relief and peace to take away my hurt and pain. I’m so tired. Tired of loving the wrong men. Tired of giving my all, coming up empty, and getting absolutely nothing back in return. Good sex isn’t the end all to everything. Drake taught me that lesson.

Two, one. . . It won’t be long now. I faintly smile and lay back against my down pillow.

I welcome peace. In my mind, I start silently repeating Psalms 23. I shall walk through the valley of death; I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me. I’m so sleepy. I can barely keep my eyes open. I can feel myself giving in to the fog that slowly invades my mind. Maybe if I close my eyes for a few moments. Yeah, just rest them for a few minutes without seeing Drake’s face behind my heavy eyelids.

Suddenly, I feel lightheaded, like I’m floating on a big, fluffy white cloud, bouncing up and down, giddy with not a care in the world. This is a different sensation that I literally reach out my right hand to embrace and never let go of. Not a care in the world. Nothing matters but blessed, uneventful sleep. I close my tired, weary eyes as the countdown ends. Fade to black.

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True Confessions by Electa Rome Parks
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About the Author
Electa Rome Parks currently resides outside Atlanta, Georgia. After successfully self-publishing her debut novel, The Ties That Bind, New American Library, a division of Penguin Group, bought the rights. Electa signed a three-book deal with New American Library. All three books were immediately chosen as Black Expressions Book Club main selections and embraced as Books of the Month by book clubs across the country. Dubbed a “book club favorite,” avid readers have embraced Electa’s true to life characters that tackle prevalent and heavy hitting issues.

Since then Electa has become a bestselling author of several other mainstream (Loose Ends and Almost Doesn’t Count) and erotic (These Are My Confessions, Ladies’ Night Out, Diary of a Stalker and True Confessions) novels with Penguin Group, HarperCollins and Kensington. The self-proclaimed, Queen of Real, Electa has been a frequent guest on radio shows, has been nominated for many industry awards and has been interviewed by newspapers, AOL’s Black Voices, Vibe Vixen, Upscale Magazine, Today’s Black Woman, Rolling Out and Booking Matters, to name just a few. With a BA degree in marketing and a minor in sociology, she is following her true passion and working on her next novel and first screenplay.

To find out when and where Electa will be in your area, check out her website at http://www.electaromeparks.com,  www.myspace.com/author_chick  or www.facebook.com/electaromeparks.

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STAY IN YOUR LANE: Judge Karen’s Guide to Living Your Best Life

STAY IN YOUR LANE
Judge Karen Mills-Francis: Guide to Living Your Best Life

Ballantine One World is thrilled to publish Judge Karen Mills-Francis’ first book, STAY IN YOUR LANE: Judge Karen’s Guide to Living Your Best Life  (One World Hardcover; September 7, 2010), a collection of life lessons culled from her more than thirteen years of experience as criminal defense attorney, a respected family court judge of Miami-Dade County, and the star of the popular syndicated program, “Judge Karen.” She will launch a new nationally syndicated courtroom program, “Judge Karen’s Court,” produced by Litton Entertainment, set to air in all major markets across the country.
Fans of Judge Karen know the phrase “Stay in Your Lane” is one of her favorites, and she believes that within us all sits the moral compass to find our direction when we are lost. In STAY IN YOUR LANE, Judge Karen delivers a collection of tried-and-true advice in her signature witty, practical, compassionate style that made her a successful judge and a trusted courtroom TV arbitrator. She offers sound advice on how to move past the hand we may have been dealt, dispel our feeling of victimization, and turn our lives around. Her no-nonsense talk will give you a push in the right direction—mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually.
STAY IN YOUR LANE is packed with powerful and to-the-point lessons on everything from cultivating positive relationships and avoiding collisions of the heart, to learning how to move on from a painful past, to being a good parent, neighbor and citizen, to creating positive images to the world through dressing to express, etiquette, and making your home a personal sanctuary. Judge Karen shares anecdotes in these areas not only from her professional life but also her personal life, revealing her own struggles with depression, relationships, and weight, among other things. As the second African-American woman to be elected family court judge of Miami-Dade County, a passionate advocate for disadvantaged youth and victims of domestic violence, and a foster parent, Judge Karen shares her wisdom in five major life aspects:
• The Past
Learn from past mistakes, take responsibility for yourself, drop emotional baggage and personal hang-ups, and keep moving forward with a positive outlook.
• Family and Friends
Surround yourself with people who are positive and who make you feel stronger, and put your children’s safety and well-being first at all times.
• The Heart
Love and respect yourself first, because without self-love, someone else cannot love you. Stop looking for someone else to validate who you are.
• Reconstructing You
Focus on finding activities and interests on your own, not relying on others to provide entertainment for you. If you always wanted to do something, go do it!
• The Future
Your personal style of dress conveys how seriously you want to be taken. Play host/hostess often because it teaches you to be gracious and sharpens your conversation skills. See only clear skies ahead and embrace life’s possibilities.
And after going through the pages of this unique, uplifting book, you’ll learn that you already have the power within you to find your direction when you’re lost. Because Judge Karen tells it like it is. And you’ll be glad she did.
BOOK REVIEWS
“This book is a must-read. Judge Karen expertly shows how to go outside of your comfort zones and seek your own truth.”  —Suzanne de Passe, CEO, de Passe Entertainment
“Judge Karen has written a powerful guide to creating a purposeful life. This book belongs in the collection of every self-respecting renaissance woman.”  —Sylvia Rhone, president, Universal Motown
“In Stay in Your Lane Judge Karen delivers advice with spice!” —Amy Goldson, entertainment attorney
About The Author
Judge Karen Mills-Francis is the star of TV’s syndicated shows Judge Karen and Judge Karen’s Court. Judge Karen was born and raised in Miami, Florida, and is the oldest of five children.  She practiced criminal defense law for thirteen years both in private practice and as a public defender, and was elected twice as Miami-Dade County Judge, only the second African American woman ever to serve in that position.
She is a respected advocate for disadvantaged youth and victims of domestic violence and often speaks around the country on those issues. Judge Karen is a graduate of Bowdoin College and Levin School of Law at the University of FL.
 

Excerpt: Legend of Quito Road by Dwight Fryer

The Legend of Quito Road by Dwight Fryer

The Future seems to hold limited possibilities for Son Erby. The African-American child of a farm laborer in 1930’s Tennessee, his fate seems as certain as the sunset at day’s end. But when his father takes him to work at the Coleman farm and hands down the secret to making corn liquor, everything changes.

Moving from shadowed parlors of the wealthy Sawyer clan to the illegal activities in the woods along the Mississippi River, this perspective novel explores the roots of racism, and the dangerous power of secrets that will shatter every taboo in a sleepy town caught between the past and future. The Legend of Quito Road is a look at a bygone time, the sobering echoes of which can still be heard today.

Chapter 7—A SECRET SCIENCE

In the scene below from The Legend of Quito Road, Papa Gill Erby, a religious man, teaches his only boy how to make illegal whiskey and keep secrets. Are there really many spiritual or physical differences in making crack cocaine or crystal meth today and white lightning yesterday?

“Now, Son, this is serious business, awful serious for a boy. Remember when we talked about the Ghost of Quito Road yesterday?”

“Yessuh, he was a runaway slave.”

“Son, I said that and plenty folks ‘round here know it. But they don’t talk it in public. I waited five years after we married befo’ I spoke with Sarah on this. Now, I’m telling you that the Ghost wasn’t just any man. He was my daddy, Gillam Hale.”

“Gillam Hale…” The boy paused while he processed it. “Papa, why’s your daddy’s name different than ours?”

“Well, I’ll tell you that long story after we get things set up. But, for now, I need to get a few things straight. Understand?”

“Yessuh, I do.”

“Son, remember, you promised. You know Sarah gone ask, but don’t you tell yo’ momma one thing. You hear me?”

“Yessuh.”

“This week, we doing the same thing that made Gillam Hale a valuable slave to the white folks.” Papa Gill looked around as if someone else was there. One of the mules snorted. He whispered, “Me and you gone make whiskey this week on the Coleman place.”

“Whiskey?” the youth said, twisting his face.

“Yeah, that’s what we gonna do. We’ll fill every five-gallon jug in the back of this wagon with white-lightning whiskey.”

“Papa, we got twenty-five jugs! What’s Mr. Rafe and Mr. Conrad gone do with all that whiskey?”

“Sell it!” Papa Gill spat out. “They’ll probably get as much as six dollars a gallon off the whiskey we fixin’ to make.”

Papa Gill placed his left hand inside his overalls and a strained silence surrounded them from the naked roadside underbrush. Only the noises of the mule team’s hooves and the slicing sound from the steel-lined wagon wheels echoed along sandy Quito Road.

Son’s breath trails thickened in the winter air as he did the math in his head and pondered the economic possibilities.

On that farm, Mr. Conrad and Mr. Rafe Coleman raised cotton, sorghum and corn—corn so sweet that Son liked to eat it straight off the cob in the field during the summer months. You could use corn for feed or you could grind it into meal. But during this third week of December in 1932, thirteen-year-old Son Erby learned you could use corn for something else.

That week, Papa Gill taught his son to make white lightning like Gillam Hale had showed him. Making illegal corn liquor changed everything for that colored boy. Son was never the same. He learned a secret science and he learned it well.

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ISBN-10: 1583147063
ISBN-13: 978-1583147061
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Meet author Dwight Fryer

Dwight Fryer shares from his twenty-five years of business experience in leadership, technology, finance, accounting, marketing and publishing. He has written two critically acclaimed novels. The Legend of Quito Road and The Knees of Gullah Island. Dwight speaks about life, healthcare, business, leadership, history, literature, community and storytelling. The University of Memphis teaches The Legend of Quito Road in its Masters of Fine Arts Program in the English Department.

Dwight Fryer has inspired audiences at universities, corporations, schools, faith communities and nonprofit organizations. His passion is to help people do all they can to succeed and use his experiences to inspire others. Fryer was diagnosed with cancer two days after a 1998 layoff.   In 2001, the disease meningococcal meningitis took his youngest daughter’s life. He works as an advocate for immunization against bacterial meningitis with the National Meningitis Association. He survived a wreck caused by a driver under the influence. Contact him today for more details via email at author@dwightfryer.com  

 

Knees of Gullah Island by Dwight Fryer

The Knees of Gullah Island by Dwight Fryer

Gillam Hale was born to free parents, and his life was untouched by slavery until his preacher father took him on a trip to minister to the Virginia slaves. Gillam wants beautiful Queen Esther from the moment he sees her, but the only way to purchase her is by distilling illicit whiskey–against his family’s advice.

Though Gillam achieves his aim, his talent for making fine whiskey earns the wrath of jealous white neighbors, who kidnap Gillam’s family and scatter them to plantations throughout the South. Gillam escapes from his new owners, yet he can never be truly free until he finds his lost loved ones, and faces the legacy of his own rash decisions. 

The Knees of Gullah Island follows Gillam, Queen Esther and their son, Joseph, in the years surrounding the Civil War and Reconstruction, when the destiny of a nation hung in the balance. Filled with richly drawn characters and details that bring the past to vibrant life, this is a timeless story of love, loss, hope and rebirth.

Important elements of Gullah Island:

-Gullah/Geechee culture; Language impacts of our Gullah-Geechee origins (Bubba means brother in the Gullah tongue and is usually a white male today)

-The book’s main theme is “bent knees straighten crooked deeds.”

-Violence against women-the impact of slavery on U. S. culture and the exodus of the male from our homes

-The U. S. slave trade and Charleston, “Ellis Island South”, because four of ten U. S. slaves came through its harbor

The spiritual origins of slavery as framed by the scripture the books begins:


-KJV 1 Timothy 6:10 For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.

-Fine Carolina Lowcountry cuisine, including shrimp and grits and turtle oxtail and okra soup.

-The sexual temptations from slavery then and today (this is a growing problem in our country and the world)

-Children born without the blessing of marriage. Miss Grozalia told a young girl to remember that “mos times two lay down but three get up.” This storyline also deals with the sacredness of a sexual union and the importance of the “one-flesh” rule in God’s design for male / female relationships.

-Church history from the AME Church and the Episcopal Church. An actually AME bishop, Bishop Richard “Big Daddy” Cain, makes a cameo, but pivotal appearance—it was such a fun time convincing my New York based editor that the rapper stole the name from this historical figure after she tried to change it during the initial editorial process.

 
 

Gift Book: A Slip In The Right Direction by Rachel Berry

A Slip In The Right Direction by author Rachel Berry
A Slip In The Right Direction, a coming-of-age story for tweens & teens. The story of life, puppy love, and lessons, as seen through the eyes of a 14-year-old young man coming-of-age in Chicago.
Homesick for his life and friends back home, a family move forces 14 year old Clifton Henderson, aka Slip, to grow up on the north side of Chicago. In his mind, life sucks at the moment and can’t get any worse. But it does. A kidnapping by gang members, a crush on a girl playing hard to get, a strict father, a mysterious neighbor, and the gift of premonitions all help take him on a ride of life until eventually he takes A Slip In The Right Direction.
Q:: What impact will this book have on readers?
I’m hoping the readers will agree with a few things that I tried to relay:

1. that it’s okay to have values and principles at a young age and believe in what you’ve been taught.
2. You have to give back to your community in appreciation of your blessings.
3. No one is perfect. Parents are also a work-in-progress striving to be the best and to make the best decisions for themselves and their families.
4. We must count our blessings and be thankful for what we have.
5. A healthy and supportive family unit is very important at all stages of our life.

Primary message in the book, A Slip In The Right Direction
Everyone expereinces unique challenges and celebrations when coming-of-age. Young men and women need special support during this difficult time in life.
Major talking points from A Slip In The Right Direction
1. Some of the natural occurrences of becoming a young man such as: voice changing. growing facial hair, first kiss, first girlfriend, wanting recognition and to be heard, the importance of friendships, dealing with brothers or sisters, figuring out what one wants to be when they grow up, etc.
2. Parental struggles – parents have to agree on discipline and be able to work together on individual deficiencies.
3. Husband and wife individual challenges – Each parent is an individual dealing with their own challenges and celebrations. Learning how both these components affect the family and marriage needs.
4. Self discovery and improvement – we are all affected by life and situations that shed light on who we really are and what were made of. Each incident is to help us grow
5. Family life – knowing the things that bring a family together or separates them- rituals that celebrate the family unit
6. Helping others and community – the need to back and bless others
7. Getting boys to read more – Giving young people, especially boys, something to read that they can identify with in their everyday life
8. Neighborhood and environment awareness- Realizing how our children are in frequent contact with bad influences and touch situations everyday, as we see in the news with the violence in the schools. Gang members and troubled children are in the classrooms as well as the streets.
Connect with Rachel Online:
Author Rachel Berry’s website:   http://www.rachelberry.webs.com/
Book blog for YA Readers:       http://www.thecliftonhendersonseries.com/blog 
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Go On Girl! Book Club 2010 Reading List – July – December

2010 July thru December Reading List

Go On Girl! Book Club is proud to announce its reading selections for July thru December 2010. The books were chosen by members of the GOG Reading List Committee, headed by Kathleen Franks, Chairman.

Each selection represents a different genre and leads readers on very diverse journeys. The July thru December books include the story of an Englishwoman enslaved by Africans, a bi-racial girl who is the lone survivor of a family tragedy, a brilliant mathematician who uncovers disturbing patterns in her work and her life, a beautiful, haunted jazz singer in the 1930’s, an anthology featuring the writings of Chris Abani, Jewell Parker Rhodes, John Edgar Wideman and others, and the story of a celebrated pianist.

July – Blonde Roots by Bernardine Evaristo
(Science Fiction)

August – The Girl Who Fell From The Sky by Heidi Durrow
(Popular Fiction)

September – Tricked by Cynthia Minor
(New Author)

October – Corregidora by Gayl Jones
(Classic)

November – Best African American Fiction 2010 Edited by Gerald Early and Nikki Giovanni
(Anthology)

December – Hazel Scott: The Pioneering Journey of a Jazz Pianist From Cafe Society to Hollywood to HUAC by Karen Chilton
(Autobiography/Biography)


Author Heidi Durrow
is pleased to have her novel featured on the reading list. She says, “I’m thrilled that The Girl Who Fell From the Sky is Go On Girl! Book Club’s August selection. I’m eager to hear their comments and thoughts. What a way to start the day!”

Writers Cynthia Minor and Karen Chilton also expressed their pleasure at the news. Says Ms. Minor, “I am thrilled that Go On Girl! Book Club has selected Tricked as their September reading selection. What a wonderful gift.”  Says, Ms. Chilton, “Thank you for making Hazel Scott one of your book selections. It is a real privilege to have been selected by such a phenomenal gathering of African-American women.”

About Go on Girl! Book Club

Go On Girl! Book Club is one of the largest national reading organizations in the U.S. for black women. It was founded in 1991 by Monique Greenwood, Lynda Johnson and Tracy Mitchell in New York City. Today, Go On Girl! Book Club has 31 chapters in 13 states including New York, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Maryland, Washington, Illinois, Virginia, Indiana, South Carolina, Texas, Alabama, North Carolina and the nation’s capital, Washingon, DC.

The organization will celebrate its 20th Anniversary May 20th to 22nd at the Marriot Metro in Washington, DC.  For more information about Go On Girl! Book Club log onto http://www.goongirl.org/ 

Go on Girl! Book Club, Celebrating the Legacy of Black Literature

For More Information Contact:
Tracey Y. Smith, National Media & Author Relations
tsmithwd@aol.com

Kathleen Franks, National Reading List Chairperson
kathleenfranks@gmail.com

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EDC Creations "Top Books" — 2010 First Quarter

The Sankofa Literary Society Review is focused on the issues and lifestyles that define the avid American Reader — what they read, what they want out of their careers, how they connect to each other, what motivates them and how they feel about the community as a whole. Many have stated, “There is no African American village…it’s dead,” we don’t feel that way. The Village is here, the village in now! Expand your horizons! We are a community of 10 bookclubs, 4 social networks and 20 nurses who want to enrich our community with books and the written word. Listed below are the books we have read from traditional publishers and self-published authors. Join us today to add your voice and experiences to our union.

While highlighting our heritage, our experiences and delivering our voice–we remain anchored to the spiritual, emotional and practical realities of our entire global community, supporting all races. We are not limited solely to African American (AA) authors; we hope to educate our readers by offering a variety of literature and resources. We are offering you the best in literature period, from our perspective. Come on in and join this movement to Give the Gift of Knowledge!

Listed below are a few of the best books representing the literary world and the arts. Each book created an impact for readers and the Sankofa Literary Society network. Our literary hallmarks indicate excellence in writing. Here are the books we want to showcase to the world. Please take your time and expand your reading territory by saluting the literary greats and leaders listed below. The books are NOT listed in any order pertaining to the quality of the literature—they are all 4-5 star reads. Spreads the word…share this listing with at least 10 people!

Authors, if you see your book listed, please leave a comment with your website address, bookseller links and any news about you and your books! Ask your network to stop by and share their reviews of your books too. Make sure you tell your friends if you see their names listed. Follow this blog on the right hand side of the site, to keep up with the comments. Leave all news, reviews and comments here.

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EDC Creations “Top Books” — 2010 First Quarter

*SLS Power Reads — Fiction from all genres

EDC Creations Pick: Powder Necklace by Nana Ekua Brew-Hammond

1. Till You Hear from Me by Pearl Cleage

2. How Clarissa Burden Learned How to Fly by Connie May Flowers

3. Nappily Faithful by Trisha R. Thomas

4. Damaged by Kia DuPree

5. His First Wife by Grace Octavia

6. From Cape Town with Love by Blair Underwood, Tananarive Due, and Steven Barnes

7. Snapped by Tracy Brown

8. Secret and Lies by Rhonda McKnight

9. Trouble Down The Road by Bettye Griffin

10. A Second Helping by Beverly Jenkins

*SLS Power Reads — Non-fiction from all genres

EDC Creations Pick: The Black Girl Next Door by Jennifer Baszile

1. The Other Wes Moore: One Name, Two Fates by Wes Moore

2. I’m a Piece of Work! Sisters Shaped by God by Cynthia L. Hale

3. Jantsen’s Gift: A True Story of Grief, Rescue and Grace  by Pam Cope

4. Outliers: The Story of Success by Malcolm Gladwell

5. All About Love by Susan L. Taylor

6. Put On Your Crown by Queen Latifah

7. Stop Being Niggardly by Karen Hunter

8. The Black Male Handbook by Kevin Powell

9. Secrets of a Skinny Jean Queen by Carolyn Gray

10. Step Out on Nothing by Byron Pitts

*On the Shoulders of Giants — Christian Fiction/Faith-based/Women Issues

EDC Creations Pick: Still Guilty by Pat Simmons

1. Selling My Soul by Sherri Lewis

2. Fifteen Years by Kendra Norman-Bellamy

3. Farther Than I Meant to Go by Tiffany L. Warren

4. The Last Woman Standing by Tia McCollors

5. Dreams That Won’t Let Go by Stacy Hawkins Adams

6. Samson by Jacquelin Thomas

7. Be Careful What You Pray For by Kimberla Lawson Roby

8. Yesterday’s Promise by Vanessa Miller

9. Shaking the Tree by Editor Meri Nana-Ama Danquah

10. Nothing is too Hard for God by C.M. Jones

*Our Literary Legacy —Our History, Experience and Heritage

EDC Creations Pick: Unburnable by Marie-Elena John

1. Life Is Short But Wide by J. California Cooper

2. The Sacred Place by Daniel Black

3. Sag Harbor by Colson Whitehead

4. Porch Stories by Jewell Parker Rhodes

5. Black Water Rising by Attica Locke

6. Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

7. Wife of the Gods by Kwei J. Quartey

8. Black Noir: Mystery, Crime, and Suspense by Otto Penzler

9. Darkness and the Devil Behind Me by Persia Walker

10. Daughters of the Stone by Dahlma Llanos-Figueroa

*Our Passions— Erotica/Urban Lit/Gay Lit/Alternate Lifestyles

EDC Creations Pick: Diary of a Stalker by Electa Rome Parks

1. Consequences by Skyy

2. Bedtime Erotica by Lexy Harper

3. Dirty Girls: Erotica for Women by Rachel Kramer Bussel

4. Gutter: A Novel by K’wan

5. Flexin & Sexin Vol. 2 by Erick S. Gray, Ashley & Jaquavis, Treasure E. Blue, and J. Tremble

6. Where There’s Smoke by Terra Little

7. Karma Part 1 by Sabrina Eubanks

8. Trickery by Christine Racheal

9. Pitbulls In A Skirt 2 by Mikal Malone

10. Trife Life To Lavish Part 1 by Deja King

*Lift as We Climb Leaders — Independently Published

EDC Creations Pick: Bruised Love by Nanette M. Buchanan

1. The Truth As I See It: In Poetry & Prose by Nakia R. Laushaul

2. Colors of a Man: Tribute to African-American Men by Tia Stewart

3. Wretched Saints by Marc Lacy and Assuanta Fay Howard

4. Inside Danica’s Closet by Nikkea Smithers

5. Change Your Mindset, Change Your Life by Erica Goodridge

6. Chasing the Avatar by Jovan Jones

7. Amazing Grace: A Tribute to You, The Story of Us by Donna Michele Watford, RN

8. Love Found Me by Vanessa Richardson

9. Family Pictures by Rachel Berry

10. And the Walls Came Tumbling Down by Vernadine A. Merrick

11. Ever Changing by Rhonda Dent Herring

12. Color Me Jazzmyne by Marian L. Thomas

13. Sunny Rain by Ci Ci Foster

14. Let My People Go by Wanda Currie

15. 1878: The Life and Times of Henry Forest by R. Jenkins-Oliver

*Recommended Reading List Submitted by Faith’s RN Bookclub

1. That Mean Old Yesterday by Stacey Patton

2. Cheetah by Missy Jackson

3. Plenty Good Room by Cheri Paris Edwards

4. Jump at the Sun by Kim McLarin

5. Drinking Coffee Elsewhere by ZZ Packer

6. Don’t Play in the Sun by Marita Golden

7. Dynasty by Dutch by DC Bookdiva Presents

8. Chocolate High by Mika

9. Masquerade by Denise Jeffries

10. Betrayal by Dwayne S. Joseph

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20 Best Fiction Series of the Decade 2000-2009

20 Best Fiction Series of the Decade 2000-2009

Ella Curry and EDC Creations is proud to announce the Best Fiction Book Series of  2000-2009. Each book created an impact for readers and the Sankofa Literary Society network. Our literary hallmarks indicate excellence in writing. These are the books we want to showcase to the world.

1. LA Banks- Vampire Huntress Series

2. Stephenie Meyer- The Twilight Saga

3. Reprinted Octavia Butler Series

4. Eric Jerome Dickey- Gideon Trilogy 1

5. Francis Ray- Grayson Friends

6. Nora Roberts- “Born in …” Series

7. Stacy Hawkins Adams – Jubilant Soul Series

8. RM Johnson- Million Dollar Series

9. Pat G’Orge Walker- Sister Betty Series

10. Zane- Caramel and Chocolate Flava (Succulent: Chocolate Flava II)

11. Teri Wood- True to the Game Series

12. Brenda Jackson- Westmoreland Series

13. Mary Monroe- God Don’t Like Ugly Series

14. Wahida Clark- Thug Lovin’ Series

15. Kiki Swinson – Wifey Series

16. Zane- Purple Panties 1 and 2

17. Rochelle Alers- Man of Fate, Fantasy and Fortune

18. Walter Mosley- Easy Rawlins Series

19. Keith Lee Johnson- Little Black Girls Lost Series

20. Kendra Norman Bellamy- The Shelton Heights Series
 

 
 

25 YA Power Reads of the Decade: 2000-2009

25 Young Reader Power Reads of the Decade: 2000-2009

Ella Curry and EDC Creations is proud to announce the Children and Young Reader Best Books of the Decade 2000-2009.  Each book created an impact for readers and the Sankofa Literary Society network. Our literary hallmarks indicate excellence in writing. These are the books we want to showcase to the world.

01. Love, Ocean by Celia Anderson

02. A Song for Harlem by Patricia C. McKissack

03. Divine Confidential by Jacquelin Thomas

04. The First Part Last by Angela Johnson

05. Aaliyah by Victoria Christopher Murray

06. The Secret to Teen Power by Paul Harrington

07. Catwalk by Deborah Gregory

08. Cheetah Girls by Deborah Gregory

09. The Lip Gloss Chronicles by Shelia Goss

10. Believing in Hope by Stephanie Perry Moore

11. Profiles in Black: Phat Facts for Teens by Marvin A. McMickle

12. Ms. Thang by Sonia Hayes

13. Hickeys, Hiccups & Homework by Keysha Whitaker

14. Sunny’s Adventures by Leketha Marie Johnson

15. Beacon Hills High (Teens) By Mo’Nique, Sherri McGee McCovey

16. Letter from a Slave Boy by Mary E. Lyons

17. Brothers & Sisters (Children Poems) by Eloise Greenfield

18. Rosa by Nikki Giovanni and Bryan Collier

19. Please, Baby, Please by Spike Lee, Tonya Lewis Lee, and Kadir Nelson

20. Tears Of A Tiger by Sharon M. Draper

21. God, Can You Hear Me? by Justine Simmons

22. Doo-Wop Pop (Children) by Roni Schotter

23. Ego-Tripping and Other Poems for Young People by Nikki Giovanni

24. Brown Like Me by Noelle Lamperti

25. Michael’s Golden Rules by Deloris Jordan, Kadir Nelson

 
 

2009 EDC Creations Bookcovers of the Year

EDC Creations 2009 Bookcovers of the Year
Ella Curry and EDC Creations is proud to announce the Best Bookcovers of 2009. Each book created an impact for readers and the Sankofa Literary Society network. Our literary hallmarks indicate excellence in writing and book cover design. These are the books we want to showcase to the world.

1. Tananarive Due- Blood Colony
2. Stacy Hawkins Adams – Jubilant Soul Series
3. Korika L. Johnson- Joy Comes in the Mourning
4. Smiley Books- America I AM Legends
5. T. Styles- The Face That Launched A Thousand Bullets
6. Tiphani- Millionaire Mistress Series
7. Azarel- Carbon Copy
8. Kevin Powell – The Black Male Handbook: A Blueprint for Life
9. Pamela Samuels Young- Buying Time
10. Tomi Akinyanmi- A Worthy Legacy
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Best Books 2009: General Fiction,Thrillers,Paranormal

EDC Creations Literary Hallmarks 2009: On the Shoulders of Giants

Ella Curry and EDC Creations is proud to announce the On the Shoulders of Giants, Best Books of 2009. Each book created an impact for readers and the Sankofa Literary Society network. Our literary hallmarks indicate excellence in writing. These are the books we want to showcase to the world.

Each year thousands of people — educators, concerned parents, community leaders, authors, poets and publishers — devote their time and resources to presenting the reader with great books! However, too many outstanding books do not get the attention and reader support that they deserve, they float just under the radar. It is our mission to connect readers with these hidden gems and bring them books that will change their lives. We have previewed all of the books below and these are just a few of the magnificent books we love. Please note some of these books may have been published in 2008, but we read them in 2009.

Readers please take a moment and examine the list below. There is something for all book lovers! The books are NOT listed in any order pertaining to the quality of the literature—they are all 4-5 star reads. Each book on this list will bring something of value to enrich the lives of the readers and to help to strengthen our future generations. ENJOY!

Best Books 2009: On the Shoulders of Giants —General Fiction/Thrillers/Paranormal
EDC Creations Books of the Year 2009

1. Who Is He to You by Monique Mensah

2. Waking with Enemies by Eric Jerome Dickey

3. No Mercy by Lori Armstrong

4. Wildflowers by Lyah B. LeFlore

5. Heads Deacon, Tails Devil by P.J. McCalla

6. Buying Time by Pamela Samuels Young

7. I, Alex Cross by James Patterson

8. B as in Beauty by Alberto Ferreras

9. Black Water Rising by Attica Locke

10. That Devil’s No Friend of Mine by J.D. Mason

11. In Children of the Waters by Carleen Brice

12. The Black Girl Next Door by Jennifer Baszile

13. Hold Love Strong by Matthew Aaron Goodman

14. In Her Mind by Renee Daniel Flagler

15. Unsigned Hype: A Novel by Booker T. Mattison

16. Not Guilty of Love by Pat Simmons

17. A Worthy Legacy by Tomi Akinyanmi

18. Say It Ain’t So by La Jill Hunt

19. Consequences by Linda Herman

20. Murder on the Down Low by Pamela Samuels Young

 
 
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