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March Madness, Mary...

I recently read today's March Madness book and I just completed part II. When I finished, I knew that I wanted this author on the March Madness campaign, because I wanted everyone to experience what I did.

All I can say is "Rah, oh, Rah!!! Mmm-mm-mm!!!" You'll have to read on and please do yourself justice by leaving Ms. Mary Finley a comment, to be entered for your chance to win her giveaway. She's giving away a copy of Thicker than Blood I & II!

You won't be disappointed. It's day 3 of March Madness and a Fabulous Friday!
Thicker Than Blood1 Book Blurb
 
Veteran police officer, Gerald Lamar Jr., is a man of strong moral conviction, who seems to have the perfect life: a gorgeous wife, two wonderful, intelligent, college age children and a seasoned career on the police force. His righteousness takes a hard blow and his American dream becomes a nightmare, however, when his brother, Ramon "Rah-Money" Lamar is brutally murdered. Gerald is forced to remove his rose colored glasses and gets sucker punched by a triple dose of betrayal.
 
Handsome playboy, Patrick "Tip" Collier, is known as a sharp dresser with a sharp tongue. He is the city's most notorious private investigator, and also who Gerald considers his worst enemy. Tip gets information dropped in his lap that puts him smack dab in the middle of the investigation of Rah-Money’s murder.
 
When these two men team up, no stone is left unturned, and Gerald discovers that throughout his entire life, he has trusted people who were one thing to his face and another behind his back. His immediate family has kept him completely in the dark. Investigation into this crime leads him into the light.
 
As a truck load of past deceits are uncovered, Gerald and Tip unveil the darkest Lamar family secret of all. In the end they're both faced with one crucial question: If blood is thicker than water, is true love thicker than blood?
 
Thicker Than Blood is a murder mystery novel that reveals how generations of lies and secret sin can cause a family devastating and irrevocable damage.

THICKER THAN BLOOD EXCERPT:

Prologue
December 2003

 Eight months after being arrested for brutally killing his wife Natalie, King Jackson was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison for second degree murder. Natalie’s sister, and brother-in-law, Camilla and Gerald Lamar, had gone back to their regular routine. Their two children, Trey and Celeste seemed to have adjusted well after their aunt’s funeral.

Gerald took a month off work after the burial and spent most of that time giving Camilla as much tender love and care as he could. He thanked God for the morning she woke up and announced, “I’m ready to get back to my rounds at Shady Grove.”

Lately Camilla had been coming in later and later from the hospital.

Gerald knew it was her way of dealing with the loss of Natalie, so he didn’t complain. The day after King was sentenced, Gerald got up from his evening nap to find his wife singing in the kitchen. She had prepared a dinner of all his favorite foods, and the dining room was sparkling with the best china they owned. After dinner when they made love, the tension that had become a familiar, but unwelcomed guest in their bedroom, was finally gone. He arrived at work an hour later, full of turkey and dressing and full of Camilla. The grin on his face was a telltale sign to his partner.

As soon as Gerald sat down in the squad car, Officer Kendall began roaring with laughter.

“What’s wrong with you, Carl? Tell me what’s so funny so I can laugh too, man.”

“Please, Gerald, the only time you smile that big is when Camilla whips it on you like a lion tamer.”

“Yeah, you wished you had it this good, don’t ya, partner?”

 “Only if it could come without that noose called a wedding band, my brotha.”

 Carl and Gerald had been riding together for twelve years. The police crew down at the precinct no longer recognized them as two separate people. They were simply referred to as G. C. Many of their comrades, in jest, said the letters stood for Gangster Cops. Gerald didn’t particularly care for that handle, jokingly or otherwise, but he had to admit he and Carl had a way of getting certain snitches to sing when all others failed. They never engaged in police brutality, but rather developed a reputation for trading favors with the street literate folk. Being on the graveyard shift, G. C. came into contact with just about all the filth the city had to offer. They knew they had to keep their game tight or be eaten alive.

“Hey, Carl, chief left me a note on my locker. Guess what?”

“What’s that, man?”

“That scum who killed Nat is requesting a visit from me.”

“Man, get out of here, for what?”

“I don’t know and I don’t give a damn. It was all I could do not to jump his punk ass in the courtroom and strangle him to death. Naw, he don’t wanna see me. He just don’t know it.”
Gerald and Carl both fall into silence. In fact it is an unusually quiet ride. Seems the night life has taken a holiday. Around 4 A.M. Chief Shirley Sinclair’s voice blasts through their radio, interrupting the appreciated silence.

“Lamar, Kendall, come in.” It is a rarity that the chief calls in a crime at that hour. Whenever she does, Gerald and Carl know serious shit has gone down.

“Yeah, chief, we hear you, what you doin’ out of bed?”

“No time to play, Kendall; Lamar, you listening?”

“Chief, go ahead. We’re all ears. What’s going on?” Gerald is uneasy because there’s something in Sinclair’s voice he’s never heard in the fifteen years they’ve worked together.

 “Gerald.” Sinclair rarely calls her officers by their first names.

 “You’re making me nervous, Shirley, please spit it out.”

 “You need to get to your brother’s shop on Payton, ASAP.”

 “What?”

 “Lamar, now, you need to get here now!”

Three minutes later, Gerald and Carl pull up into the parking lot of Ramon’s Repair and Detail Shop. Black and whites are all over the place, sirens glaring. FBI, CSI, ambulances and the medical examiners are already on the premises. Carl brings the car to a screeching halt and Gerald jumps out, sprinting towards the front door.

 “Lamar, stop him, chief,” yells Carl.

 Sinclair turns around just in time to see Gerald heading her way. She orders a couple of her crew to hold him back from the entrance.

"No, tell them to let me go, Sinclair. I gotta go see about Ramon.”

Sinclair puts both of her hands on Gerald’s face to focus him.
 
“I, I only got one brother,” Gerald pleads. “Come on!”

 “Gerald, when we got here, he was already gone. I’m so sorry. We couldn’t do anything for him.”

Carl comes up from behind and puts his arms around his partner. “He’ll be all right, boss. I’ll go in with him.”

Sinclair nods, signaling the officers blocking the way to let them through. Carl holds a tight grip on Gerald’s shoulder as they move forward.

There are a number of people swarming about Ramon’s detail shop. Most are in his office. To Gerald the room looks like it normally does. Then he turns to his left where the sofa is stationed and everyone and everything else vanishes.

“Oh, damn . . .” He sobs as he approaches his brother’s corpse.

 “Aw damn you, Rah, what did you do man, what?” Gerald sits down, lifts Ramon’s head and lays it in his lap. All activity in the room halts momentarily. Heads bow all over the shop. Gerald sees two gunshots to the chest were the demise of his brother. He begins to rock from side to side. “Rah, you got to get up, man. Tomorrow’s Saturday, remember?
We got a bet to settle on the greens.” More sobs.

“Rah, come on, man. You’ve pulled some fast ones on me before, little brother, but this shit ain’t funny. Joke’s over. Get up, man. Stop wasting these folks time!”

 Carl starts to move closer, but Sinclair puts her hand up. “He’s got to do this alone.”

“Aw, please get up.” Gerald presses his hand against his brother’s. “I am your blood brother. I will never leave you . . . nor forsake you. I will . . . never leave . . . you nor forsake you.” The dam breaks. With tears streaming, he kisses Ramon’s hand, leaving his lips crimson.

Carl’s heart can’t stand the scene anymore. He motions for Chief Sinclair to come outside with him. “Boss, I need to call Camilla. I’m sure she can get him to let the crew finish their work.” Sinclair hands him her cell phone. He dials Gerald’s home number and doesn’t get an answer so he tries Camilla’s cell.

“Hello.”

“Camilla, don’t panic, okay?”

“Oh, God, Carlton, please don’t tell me that. I hate these phone calls.

“There’s nothing wrong with Gerald, not physically anyway, sweetie, but something tragic has happened.”

“Carl, please!”

Carl hesitates. “We need you . . . you need to come to Ramon’s shop on Payton as soon as possible. I really don’t want to tell you all of it over the phone.”

“Stop it. Tell me what’s going on. Where is my husband?” Camilla pulls into the parking lot of the Clear View Shopping Center, no more than three blocks away from Ramon’s shop, puts the SUV in park and leans against the headrest. “Okay, I’m trying to remain calm, now please tell me what is happening.”

Carl lets out a long sigh. “Ramon was murdered tonight in his shop. It looks like an attempted robbery. Gerald is wigging out, sweet-heart, your husband needs you.”

Camilla pauses for a few seconds then begins hyperventilating. “What did you just say? Please don’t tell me that!” She gets out of her SUV, starts pacing back and forth, screaming into her cell phone.

Carl realizes he’s made a huge mistake. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you like that. Where are you? Please tell me where you are. I’ll come pick you up.”

Suddenly, she stops screaming. The line is silent for a few seconds. “I’ll be there soon.”
This time her voice is so low he can barely hear her.

Camilla does not remember driving down Payton Avenue or getting out of her SUV and walking towards the shop. When she comes to herself and looks around there seems to be a million people in the room, but nobody’s saying a word except Gerald. She turns her eyes in the direction of his voice, and collapses to the floor. As Carl gently picks her up and carries her to their squad car, Camilla hears her husband ask a question she’ll never forget.

“Why didn’t you have your vest on, baby brother? Rah, I told you not to be up in here all hours of the night without your vest, acting like you some black superman. That’s why I bought it for you, man, where the hell is your vest?”

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Mary Ann Finley is the founder and CEO of Mayrann Speaks Productions LLC. She’s the author of Corn Rowing Mama’s Hair on a Sunday, Somebody Say Grace and Thicker Than Blood (vol.1). She is the publisher of McCurtain Press and lives in Stone Mountain, Georgia area.
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March Madness,Tracee...

It's the second day of March Madness! Check out what Tracee Lydia Garner's mixing up in the lab!

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Dr. Dexter Parker believes the woman claiming to be Leedra Henderson isn't who she says. He remembers her from a shared history and tragedy long ago. Leedra Henderson is seeking answers about her past and her missing little sister. She doesn't want or need Dexter's help. She'll uncover the truth, open old wounds and end up fighting not just for the truth, but to stay alive.

Excerpt  

​“Does it need stitches?” she asked nervously. Dexter shook his head and she felt a surge of relief. 

“I chose to work at the shelter for a reason. It has afforded me some security, being as how it’s a protected location. I don’t plan to hide. I just wanted time to get to know my surroundings better before I spent nights out on the town, that's all.”

​“Nights on the town?” Dexter raised an eyebrow at her and Leedra looked away. “We both know that’s not why you decided to come home, now is it?
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ABOUT TRACEE:

Tracee Lydia Garner is a bestselling, award-winning author who writes stories full of complex heroes and heroines, relationships and families that experience tough but realistic life challenges in their quest for love. Born and raised in a suburb of the DC metro area, Tracee works in health and human service by day, has a degree in Communication and is a speaker and advocate for people with disabilities. Connect with at www.TeeGarner.com.
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,.March Madness, D. A. Kelley

Welcome to March Madness! It's the kickoff of the most fantastic blogging campaign of each year! Authors from around the world have come together to give YOU, a gift. We're celebrating my birth month all month long! Simply leave a comment below and you're entered into the giveaway. That's it. Just reply. You don't have to stop there. Share these posts with family, friends, and others!

How often have you dreamt of exacting revenge on someone who's wronged you? Well, today, author D. A. Kelley is sharing a bitt of bittersweet revenge with us. Help me welcome her to The Beautifully Inspired Blog and read on...and reply for a chance to win.


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REVENGE SWEET AS CAIN

Bitterness=Revenge       
    
Dr. Elissa Johnson has an aching bitterness in her heart that only revenge can soothe. Adopted at birth, at an early age it was no secret the people she called parents, had no real love for her, or any love for that matter. Although they proclaim to be Christians, the treatment she endures at their hands would suggest otherwise.

Elissa sets out to find her biological parents by hiring a private investigator. The information given to Elissa is more than she bargains for. Her new found view of life fuels her need for revenge while the flame of hatred grows. Elissa’s plan for vengeance is in motion with everything falling into place, until she reaches the final stage and an unsuspected twists is revealed.

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CHAPTER ONE:

“No! Get away from me! I am not a whore!” Elissa screamed, as she bolted up out of her sleep in a cold sweat. She had the reoccurring nightmare she’d been having ever since she was a child, but there was something different this time around. There was another person in the dream who hadn’t been there before. She couldn’t determine their identity, though; they were nothing more than a mere silhouette.

It was amazing—as well as devastating—the effect adoption could have on a person. The spectrum was so broad, and you never knew which end you would find yourself, if that was the hand you were dealt. You’d either be content with being adopted and it never bothered you, or you would be the one who just couldn’t seem to come to grips with the fact that your biological parents wanted nothing to do with you. This was the case for cardiologist, Dr. Elissa Crystal Johnson. Elissa found out at an early age that she was adopted. Her adoptive parents made it clear that she wasn’t really theirs right from the very beginning. They claimed to know very little about her biological mother, just that she was young, and in their eyes, that meant she was a whore.

They tried to convince Elissa that either way, she was better off with them, and she should be grateful that they took her in. Her adoptive mother, Bernice, wasn’t really all that bad, but she was under the thumb of her husband, Clifford. Clifford and Bernice Johnson were strict churchgoers, and they made you never want to ever step foot inside of a church again, once you were grown and could make that decision for yourself. Although, Elissa thought of them as hypocrites, she’d often questioned who spent that much time in church—as they had—and still didn’t treat people right. Along with the thought of questioning why they even adopted her, since it was obvious they didn’t love her, they never treated her like a daughter. Oftentimes, they ignored her, and she felt like a tenant in her own home instead of a member of the family. She’d never forget one Thanksgiving when she was ten years old.

The Johnsons had family and friends over, and they made her stay in her room the whole time. Elissa heard everyone downstairs, laughing and having a good time. She even heard the voice of a young girl who sounded to be around her age, and ironically, the girl even sounded like her. If children were there, why couldn’t she join in with the festivities? She became so angry that she wanted to go downstairs anyway, but she remembered the warning. The Johnsons threatened her and told her that if she left her room, they wouldn’t feed her for a week. That was just one of the many memories Elissa had as a child, and there were plenty more where that came from.

There were plenty of family functions that she wasn’t allowed to participate in, or even allowed to show her face. She was forced to remain in her room. She hated her biological parents for giving her away and for allowing her to grow up in such horrible conditions. Elissa tried to get past the feeling of abandonment, but the harder she tried, the stronger the feeling of rejection grew. She vowed she would get the best education she could and make a good life for herself. This promise included getting as far away from Clifford and Bernice as possible, but that vow also entailed finding her parents and making them pay for the hard childhood she endured. She couldn’t shake the feeling that if she’d remained with her real parents, she wouldn’t have went through so much heartache as a child.

Elissa, or better yet Dr. Johnson, had accomplished everything she set out to do. At thirty-years old, she was one of the top and most sought after cardiologists in New York, but there was still one thing left for her to complete. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure how she was going to carry everything out, but one thing she was one hundred percent sure about was it was time for revenge!
ABOUT D. A. KELLEY:

Denise Ann Kelley (pen name D. A. Kelley) is a freelance writer whose love for writing and reading began at a young age. She has written short stories, poems and Christian plays. Denise’s work has appeared in The Motherhood Diaries 2 by bestselling author, ReShonda Tate Billingsley. Kelley’s debut novel released in October 2014 entitled 70:7: The Road to Forgiveness. She has been selected as contributing author in the anthology, Bruised but Not Broken. Her articles have appeared in The Focus, a local magazine in her community and she has been a guest on several talk radio shows. She is a member of the National Writing Month writing club.

Denise is a lover of education and knowledge. She received her Diploma in Business Technology and Office Administration, AAS in Paralegal, and certification in Pharmacy Technician. She is licensed as a Certified Medical Coder and Life, Health and Annuities seller in Virginia, where she currently works as a Quality Performance Auditor II for Blue Cross and Blue Shield.

Denise believes in being an asset to her local church organization performing various administrative duties. She writes Urban Christian Fiction, which brings to life her writing whether poetry, novels or plays. Denise’s Christian plays have been performed in various locations in her local community. She currently resides in Roanoke, VA.

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20 Days of Love, Suzette...

It's sweet, it's sexy, it's new, and it's guaranteed to bring you Joy! It's the final day of 20 Days of Love, and Suzette Harrison is stopping by to bring some Joy into your life. Read on!
BLURB

Joy Matthews isn’t afraid of risks. She’s quit her Fortune 500 job and enrolled in culinary school, chasing her dream. Joy wants her own couture cake boutique. Pursuing her dream by day, Joy pays the bills working nights at The Hourglass—an exclusive gentlemen’s club catering to patrons who enjoy a little extra fine on a woman’s frame.

Joy’s catching up to her dream when a chance encounter reconnects her with Quinton Daley, a childhood friend. Mutual attraction throws the proverbial wrench in Joy’s relationship-phobic, happily agnostic life. A goal-oriented woman who ‘doesn’t do men with Bible breath,’ Joy sees in Quinton a whole lot of what she likes but doesn’t need. Tall, chocolate-skinned, and born-again, Quinton’s Christianity poses a risk even the tenacious Joy isn’t willing to take. Quinton Daley isn’t fazed. He’s a man of faith who’ll willingly wait on Joy to come to God…and him.

When love and lust heat up, Joy and Quinton face a predicament. Will they indulge? Or abstain? Join this wild mix of custom cakes, a saved, sanctified and sexy man, and an obsessed patron from The Hourglass who’s determined to make Joy’s life a sticky mess. It’s a recipe for a read that’s wickedly witty and delicious.

MY JOY EXCERPT:

"Why do you call me that?"

"What?" The man was cute even when confused.

"‘Baby’, Que. You realize you do, right?"

He shrugged. "Guess it’s just natural. You need me not to?"

I need you! No! No, no! No! Every devil was a lie. Joy Matthews won’t be needing a man. I might want one. But need? Thank. You. No, indeed. Indicating for Que to follow, I walked off the porch, preventing Mama and Miss Madeline further ear-hustling.

I stopped at my SUV parked in Mama’s driveway illuminated by streetlights and a full moon reflecting in Quinton’s beautiful eyes. "So, you find it natural for friends to call friends terms of endearment typically reserved for folks in romantic relationships?" I sounded weirdly defensive.

"Are you offended?"

"What I am is not wanting to get things twisted." I crossed my arms, feeling myself morphing into militant mode. "To resume an unfinished conversation, there’s a mutual attraction between us. Right?"

Leaning back as if to better see me, Que merely nodded.

"You’re unable to be booed up," I continued, wondering at the source of all the heat in me. "Still, you’re flirtatious. You send signals and drop words like this is some quasi-relationship."

"What signals, Joy?"

"Quinton, you just kissed me."

The man had the nerve to laugh. "On your doggone forehead, Bab—". He stopped, catching himself in the act. "Listen. Joy, I’m an affectionate man. If that’s problematic for you, I’ll apologize and pull back."

Crazy thing is, I did but didn’t want that. Never thought I could get into anything not leading to horizontal between the sheets, but I liked the innocence of Que’s flirtatiousness, his gentle touches. They were without expectation, or demand. Giving. Not taking. But obviously, for me, that didn’t compute easily.

"Are you suspicious of me?"

Well…bam! There’s that. I’m sure these gold-speckled eyes reflected surprise at Que calling my craziness on the carpet. Suspicious? Maybe, yes. What would this man want from me if not booty? Sensual, sexual was the way I managed mine. Guess my question to self was: could I do differently? "This here," I made swirly motions between us, "is foreign territory."

Que slid his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. "Are you afraid of that?"

"You do recall my telling you I don’t do relationships. Right? I wasn’t lying."

Que flashed that sexy, one-dimpled smile. "I see that."

"So what’re you after, Que? You’re saved. I need sex."

Quinton laughed that rich, deep laugh again. "Dang, woman, can I just get to know you?"

"You already do."

"Okay, Joy," Quinton muttered, doing that head-tilted-hand-over-mouth-this-woman-is-cray-cray thing brothers do. Exhaling, he looked at me. "It’s cool. Let’s keep this one-dimensional for your comfort."

"So now I’m shallow?"

Tossing his hands up, Que reclined against my vehicle. "You’re not gonna let a brother win for nothing!"

I had to laugh. "I can’t stand you."

"Because?" he demanded, all innocent.

"You’re adding complexity to my uncomplicated life." I fell silent before blurting, "You don’t get to be sexy as hell and a saved, sanctified Christian!"

Quinton was blushing and smiling. "So you were wanting to get with this, huh?"

"Whatever, Que…"

We stood there grinning and goofy. Que reached out a hand. I took it. We continued looking at each other, cloaked by the sweetest kind of silence.

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BIO

Suzette D. Harrison, a native Californian and the middle of three daughters, grew up in a home where reading was required, not requested. Her literary “career” began in junior high school with the publishing of her poetry. While Mrs. Harrison pays homage to Alex Haley, Gloria Naylor, Alice Walker, Langston Hughes, and Toni Morrison as legends who inspired her creativity, it was Dr. Maya Angelou’s I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings that unleashed her writing. The award-winning author of Taffy is a wife and mother who holds a culinary degree in Pastry & Baking. Mrs. Harrison is busy cooking up her next novel…in between batches of cookies. 


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20 Days of Love, Ann Marie...

It's the last week of 20 Days of Love, and Ann Marie Bryan is bringing us a love affair of epic proportions, one between a husband and his wife. Read on...
 
TITLE: Shades of the Heart
 
AUTHOR: Ann Marie Bryan 
 
GENRE: Christian Fiction Romance
 
BLURB
 
A shocking turn of events. Past and present secrets are revealed. Things will never be the same. Will they find the courage to forgive and create a love for all times?
 
BACK COVER DESCRIPTION:
 
WHEN PAST AND PRESENT SECRETS ARE REVEALED, ONE THING IS SURE - THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
 
All was well in Blake Montgomery’s magnificent world. He was actively involved in ministry at church, employed by a great company, and to top it all off, he was happily married to Gabrielle, and awaiting the new addition to his family.
 
Gabrielle found the love of her life. From the moment they met, their chemistry was undeniable. But, Blake had to work tirelessly to tear down the wall she had built up against ever loving again, and she was glad he did. They shared a love they attributed only to the grace of God on their lives…a love so rare.
 
When a dramatic turn of events disclosed shocking secrets, everything changed. As their marriage explodes and their lives shift in unexpected directions, both must learn to relinquish control and trust God in order to embrace the future.
 
Life-altering struggles can be the pathway to new beginnings. Will they find the courage to forgive and create a love for all times?
 
EXCERPT:
 
A sharp pain slowly screeched through her heart as she remembered how Blake desperately wanted to start a family.

“Let’s start discussing names,” he said. His dark brown eyes twinkled as he spoke during their devotion one night as they lay facing each other in bed.

She looked at him, taking in the flawlessness of his chiseled features. Handsome would not aptly describe him. With his caramel complexion, well-toned muscular body suggesting years of working out, and his signature, gap-toothed smile which seemed to say, “The world is a better place because you are in it,” he was one tall, good-looking man.

“Gabby?” Blake called out when he noticed that she was staring. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No.” She smiled tenderly at him, caressing his cheek with her hand. “I love you.”

He returned her smile, pulling her into his arms and dotting her face with kisses before covering her lips with his own. He kissed her leisurely, then urgently until she arched tightly against him, moaning loudly. Her toes curled and she feverishly clutched his shoulders, quivering and wanting more, demanding more. And he gave her more but not before ripping his lips from hers to say, “I love you.”

He understood her well enough to know how to give her the greatest pleasure. She would venture to say, he’d mastered it and thankfully, it was his pleasure too. His rapidly rising desire was as powerful and insatiable as hers. Every moment with him hurled her into a blissful, heated dimension, leaving her feeling completely spent yet breathlessly fulfilled.”
 
QUOTE:
 
“Every struggle you have survived strengthens your endurance. Every setback you have faced is an opportunity for new beginnings…for trusting God will produce new beginnings far beyond your imagination, and a future well worth striving towards.”

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AUTHOR BIO
 
Ann Marie Bryan is a dedicated, graceful, multi-talented leader with a passion for excellence. She is the CEO & Founder of Victorious By Design, an organization committed to providing top quality professional writing services, comprehensive personal and professional development programs and exceptional performing arts services to meet the unique needs of individuals and organizations.
 
A Christian Fiction author, Ann Marie writes to educate, inspire and empower others. She desires to tell great stories with fascinating characters to show the awesome power of God in the lives of people and places. Shades of the Heart is the first book in her bestselling, Encounters of the Heart series. Book 2 - Mirrored Hearts: Sealed By Fire was released February 2016. A Place For My Heart, the third installment in the series, will be released March 30, 2017.
 
Ann Marie's greatest passion is to empower others to succeed by tapping into their God-given potential. She enjoys writing, reading, dancing, teaching, meeting people and traveling. With all the knowledge and experiences that God has so graciously blessed her with, Ann Marie is determined to make her life a ministry for the Lord.

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20 Days of Love, Joy...

Sometimes the rage we pour into disliking someone, is actually fueled by the passion we have of loving that someone. Joy Avery shows just how true that is on today's 20 Days of Love!
Excerpt for NEVER:

Nico allowed Gadiya to escape his hold. He may not have broken her shell, but he’d surely cracked it. As she made her way across the floor, he said, “I’ll tell you what’s a waste of time. Your fighting this. You have a right to be pissed at me, Gadiya, but you can’t deny you still feel something for me.”

This stopped her in her tracks. Whipping around, she charged him like a raging bull. “Anything I may have felt for you in the past is long gone. I feel nothing for you now, Nico Dupree. Nothing. And I never will.”

“Is that why you’re still single?” He regretted the words the moment they escaped. There could have been a myriad of reasons why she wasn’t in a relationship, none of them having anything to do with him.

Gadiya slowly shook her head, something in her expression turning sad. “The reason I’m still single has nothing to do with you. But if you must know, I decided to never give my heart to another man, because the one man I trusted with it, shattered it into tiny pieces. I loved that jerk, that coward, far more than he deserved. I loved him far more than breathing, which was okay, because, with him, I never feared suffocating. He gave me life. Then he took it away.”

Nico hadn’t expected her powerful summation. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move toward her, could hardly breathe. All he could do was dumbly stare into her glistening eyes, then at her back as she turned to leave.

Gadiya stopped at the door. Over her shoulder, she said, “On second thought, I guess my being single has everything to do with you. I never want to see you again, Nico. You are dead to me. Just like the idea of me ever loving you again.”

With that, she was gone.
About Joy:

By day Joy Avery works as a customer service assistant. By night, the North Carolina native travels to imaginary worlds—creating characters whose romantic journeys invariably end happily ever after.Since she was a young girl growing up in Garner, Joy knew she wanted to write. Stumbling onto romance novels, she discovered her passion for love stories; instantly, she knew these were the type stories she wanted to pen.
Real characters. Real journeys. Real good love is what you’ll find in a Joy Avery romance.
Joy is married with one child. When not writing, she enjoys reading, cake decorating, pretending to expertly play the piano, driving her husband insane, and playing with her two dogs.
Joy is a member of Romance Writers of America and Heart of Carolina Romance Writers.


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20 Days of Love, Tesa...

Sometimes love requires us to overcome challenging predicaments. Love requires us to be in uncomfortable places. Will you stand up to the test that love presents to you? Or will you fail? How deep is your love?

Tesa Erven presents a very interesting challenge on today's 20 Days of Love...
Book Synopsis:

In the third installment of The Loose End series, we find Renee and Bradsen attempting to move past the adulteress relationship, turned down proposal and trust issues. While Bradsen remains optimistic, Renee fears that her scandalous past is a hindrance toward their future.
 
Meanwhile, Renee's best friend Sabrina is overjoyed with her relationship with NFL rookie Derrick St. Jermaine. All is well with the two until photos mysteriously surface on the internet. 
 
Derrick's sister, Sonya, finds herself in a love triangle. During a lull in her longtime on-again, off-again relationship with her sexy firefighter, she begins to date the deejay of a popular nightclub she frequents. It's all fun and games with Sonya until she finds herself in an unforeseen situation. 
 
Which bonds are temporary and which are bonded for life? 
 
 
Book Excerpt (from Love Changes Everything):
 
“I can’t believe that just happened,” Bradsen said to himself as he pulled his car out from in front of his twin brother, Jacksen, and his wife, Cynthia’s house. He glanced over at Renee who had a stunned expression on her face.

With a concerned tone he asked, “Are you okay?” He watched as the glistening tears in her oval-shaped eyes threatened to spill over.

Renee’s voice quivered as she replied, “I’m fine. Although, it’s not every day I have a drink thrown in my face.”

Sabrina, Renee’s best friend and former roommate, chimed in from the backseat, “I can’t believe she did that. There was way too much tension in there.”

Renee lowered her head. “Yeah there was. But, Brenda has every right to be angry with me. I was knowingly having an affair with her husband. I’m glad she was able to release some of her anger. It could have been worse, you know. She could have pulled out a gun and shot me,” Renee added, attempting to make light of the situation.

“That’s not funny, Renee.” Bradsen glared at her. “Okay, you cheated with her husband. I get it. But, I thought we were past it. Apparently not.”

“Let’s face it. It was too soon. I had a feeling we shouldn’t have gone there tonight.”

“Yep,” Sabrina said.

Derrick joined the conversation. “I agree.”

Renee cleared her throat and laughed at them. “Really now? So, earlier when we were in the car contemplating on whether or not we should go into the house, no one bothered to say, ‘Oh, there’s a small possibility that you may get your butt kicked.’ You guys are unbelievable.”

“A drink thrown in your face. But your butt kicked? That wouldn’t have happened. At least, not with me standing there,” Sabrina assured her.

Bradsen hadn’t said much. Renee looked over at him and noticed tension on his handsome face. “Are you alright?”

Bradsen looked at her and softly uttered, “We’ll talk about it later.”

Silence filled the car until Derrick asked, “You two still coming to my game, right?” The six three, well-built rookie linebacker would be starting in his first game on Sunday. Sabrina nudged him in the side.

“What?” Derrick mouthed.

“Yes, we’ll be there,” Bradsen said as he pulled into Renee’s apartment complex. Once they said their goodbyes, Sabrina and Derrick headed to his car and Bradsen and Renee went into her place.

“Now do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” Renee asked when Bradsen closed the door.

“Baby, I’m so sorry about tonight. I feel terrible. I should have never pressured you into going. Me and Jacksen kind of thought enough time had passed. I really wish there was a way we could all get along.”
Renee put her arms around his waist and leaned back to look up into his brown eyes and clean-shaven, dark brown face. Bradsen stood a couple inches over six feet, easily towering over her five-and-a-half feet.

“I don’t know what you want me to do, Bradsen. This is tough. I didn’t expect your family to accept me with open arms. I chose to be the other woman. It was a bad decision on my part, but I have to live with the choices that I’ve made, not you. I love you, but I don’t want you to be miserable because you can’t have it both ways. There’s always going to be some kind of animosity towards me from your family.”

“Baby, I realize this is hard and I love you too, but there has to be a better way-” He stopped mid-sentence.

Renee pulled her arms from underneath his. She spat, “A better way to what? To us trying to get together again. It’s not going to happen. I’m sorry to tell you that I’m not welcomed there, and if that’s a problem for you then I guess you could-”

Bradsen cut her off, “Don’t you dare say it, Renee. I’m not going anywhere. You are the one I want, and we’ll have to figure out something, because I won’t give up on us.”

Renee shook her head while Bradsen pulled her back into his embrace. With her petite frame wrapped in his arms, she always felt safe with him. He wanted to reaffirm his love for her to show her that they would get through it no matter what happened. But he knew only time would tell… (Continued)

Tesa Erven
Author of The Loose End Series
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20 Days of Love, Sheena...

Your first time can be awkward. Your first time can be sweet. The first time can be special. There's something so wonderful and lovely about those "firsts." Today Sheena Binkley explores a "first."

It's another fabulous 20 Days of Romance. Mrs. Sheena Binkley is here to celebrate the month of love with an excerpt from The Love Chronicles.
EXCERPT:

DEXTER

I helplessly watched Andie leave. I was trying to decide if I would follow her when LaToya cleared her throat. I looked up and saw she had her hands on her hips with a slight attitude.
 
“May I help you with something?” I asked.
 
“I just wanted to say hi. I was here for a class project and saw you and Andie. You sure nothing is going on between you two?”
 
“I’m also here for a project. If you don't mind, I need to check on Andie.”
 
“I’m sure she’s okay,” she tried to assure me while grabbing my arm, but I shrugged away from her.
 
“Listen, we already talked about this. I said I don't want to be in a relationship right now. Can't we just let things be?”
 
“You’re lying about not wanting a relationship. You just want it to be with Andie.”
 
“Like I said, I need to finish my project. This conversation is over,” I told her.
 
I went back inside to look for Andie, but she was nowhere to be found. I went outside and saw that her car was gone. I leaned against mine, not sure what to think about everything. We'd just had a huge moment and now, neither one of us knows how to handle it.
 
I went home and saw her car parked at hers. I was heading to the door, thinking she might answer it, but I decided not to. Instead, I did something I hadn't done since I was nine-years-old: climb through the window.
 
I made sure no one was looking, then I went to the tree near her window and started climbing. I almost slipped, but I finally made it and looked inside. Sure enough, she was in there on her computer. I tapped on the window, and she quickly turned to see what the noise was. She looked surprised as I motioned for her to open it.
 
She came over, pulled it up, and tried to help me inside, and I almost fell onto the floor.
 
“What are you doing?! You could have killed yourself,” she scolded.
 
“I've done this before, Andie; it’s no big deal.”
 
“You only did it once, and it looks like you were struggling.”
 
I smirked and sat on her bed. She was walking back to her desk when I gently grabbed her hand so she can sit with me. I continued holding her hand so she would look at me.
 
“What are you doing, Dexter?” she asked shyly.
 
“We need to talk about what just happened.”
 
“Why? I mean, nothing happened.”
 
“Something could have though. Andie, I think something is between us that we haven’t fully come to terms with.”
 
“Dexter –”
 
“Andie, stop. That’s why we’re always at each other’s throats: There are feelings there we never wanted to admit.”
 
“Dexter, I don't think you’re right. I think we’re just reliving some of the things we went through while we were kids. We’ve grown up, and although it’s great that we’re even speaking again, I don't think there’s anything else.”
 
I held her hand even tighter and leaned closer. “Do you really believe that, or are you trying to convince yourself that nothing is going on?”
 
"Please, Dexter; don’t do this.”
 
“Do what, Andie? Admit something's there? Honestly, I think I’ve always had feelings for you, but you were so focused on school and your future that I just let things be.”
 
“Dexter, there’s not much to say.”
 
“Stop, Andie! For once, stop trying to hide your feelings and talk to me.”
 
“I don't know what to think, Dexter. One minute, we’re cool; and the next we’re arguing.”
 
“You know why, Andie and I want to prove it to you. Let me kiss you.”
 
“What?? Are you nuts, Dexter?!” she shrieked.
 
“It’s just a kiss, Andie.”
 
“Sure, to you it is.”
 
I tilted my head and nodded. “Wow.”
 
“Why are you saying wow?”
 
“You’ve never been kissed.”
 
“I have been, plenty of times,” she said, trying to stand up, but I gently sat her back down.
 
“Who?” I asked again.
 
“I don't need to tell you who. That’s none of your business.”
 
“Who, Andie?”
 
“Scott Davis.”
 
I laughed. “Are you kidding me? If I remember correctly, he has a retainer and reeks of onions.”
 
“He’s a nice guy, okay?”
 
“You let him kiss you?”
 
“It was in 10th grade near the stairwell. It caught me off guard, but it still counts.”
 
“And no one else after that?”
 
“I haven’t exactly been searching.”
 
I smiled and moved closer to her. “I think we need to change that, don’t you?”
 
“I’m fine with the choices I've made.”
 
“Are you really? Let’s just erase that moment with him and start fresh with me.”
 
“So I’m a charity case now?”
 
“No, I just want you to have a better experience; that’s all.”
 
“Which is not necessary.”
 
I pulled her to me and smiled. “Just one, okay? That way, we’ll know if something is there or not. If there’s no chemistry in the kiss, then there are no feelings between us, right?”
 
She sighed. “I guess you’re right.”
 
“Okay then, are you ready?”
 
She stared at me and took a deep breath. “This is not a test we’re preparing for, Dexter; it’s just a kiss.”
 
I smiled. “Okay.”
 
I licked my lips, becoming a little nervous. I could tell Andie was, too, when she tried to lean forward, but instead, bumped my forehead with hers. We groaned and held our heads, letting the pain subside.
 
“Sorry,” she muttered.
 
“It’s okay. Let’s try again.”
 
She slowly swallowed as I gently grabbed her waist and brought her to me. I leaned in, grabbing the back of her head, looking into her eyes. She took a deep breath right before my lips touched hers. Once we kissed, I felt something move through me. I don't know what it was, but it was something I've never experienced before. Was it an electric shock? Or was it something entirely different?
 
My fingers ran through her hair as she brought her hand to the back of my head, pulling me closer to her. For someone who's never kissed anyone, she's definitely a good kisser, giving me thoughts any typical teenage boy would have.
 
We continued kissing until she slowly pulled away from me; I didn’t want it to end. She smiled slightly before getting up.
 
“Wow, okay, that was different,” she said.
 
“It definitely was. So, how do you feel?”
 
She nodded and ran a hand through her hair. “I feel fine. It was just a kiss, right?”
 
“Why are you shaking?”
 
“I’m not shaking,” she lied.
 
I went over and put my arms around her. She looked up with nervous glance, while I held her against me. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Andie. That kiss shook you up. Just like it did to me.”
 
“I don’t know what more to say, Dexter.”
 
I knew she was probably overwhelmed, so I gave her a quick hug and let her go. She took a deep breath.
 
“I’ll leave you alone, if that’ll help,” I suggested.
 
She nodded. “Maybe you should.”
 
“Okay, but if you need anything –”
 
“I’ll be fine, Dexter. I’ll see you later, okay?”
 
I turned around to go out the same way I came in. Before I left, I turned around to look at her one more time. She smiled as I went to the window. I climbed down the tree, hoping things didn't become even more complicated.

Bio
Sheena Binkley first discovered her love for storytelling when writing her first story for a class project at the tender age of nine. Since then, she has composed several short stories and numerous tales that are not only engaging, but simply entertaining. She is also a freelance writer, penning articles on various topics including education and entertainment. 

In November of 2014, she signed her first publishing deal with Write House Publishing under "Tiece Presents". Her first series, Something Just Ain't Right, was released in January. 

In April 2016, Sheena launched her own publishing company which focus strictly on romance books. Besides writing, she loves reading, shopping, and spending time with family and friends. She lives in Houston (where the weather is always unpredictable) with her husband and son.

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20 Days of Love, Chelle...

No one ever said love was easy. If they did they lied! No one ever said it would be roses, white horses, and shining knights. If they did they lied. Love is unpredictable, love can be confusing, love can hurt sometimes. Yet, love gives you the strength to do what you have to do, even if that means walking away from the one you love.

It's another 20 Days of Romance, and it's all about learning to love yourself over him...
BLURB:

Olivia has overcome many challenges and disappointments in her life. Yet, when faced with an unexpected death of a family member, and witnessing the murder of someone she cares for, she isn’t sure she can survive. The losses incurred on this journey may cause her to pay the ultimate sacrifice.

The return of Black and Kianna means the puzzle pieces of Angel’s life are finally locking into place. The picture is different than she envisioned. Angel must determine if uncovering the truth of their past, is worth the sacrifice of her new relationship.
Kianna’s played dirty in the past, but this time the fight is deadly. She’s willing to go all in to expose the truth, which will cause everyone in the game to ante up. Will her sacrifice be more than she bargained for?

Black’s gambled several times in the past, but this time the stakes are high. With his life and those of his family serving as the bargaining chips, it isn’t that easy to fold. To protect those he loves the most, he may have to sacrifice his own life to save theirs.

Angel. Kianna. Black. In the end everyone must bear their cross. And the truth is so explosive, the House will never be the same. One will stand strong and walk away. One will stand strong and make the ultimate sacrifice. And one will stand strong and won’t survive!


EXCERPT:


“What’s going on, Black? Do TJ and me have a reason to be scared?” Angel hadn’t wanted to pressure him with this issue since he had been alert. But she knew it was no longer something she could push off.

He shook his head no before speaking. “I told…you…every…thing I did…to protect…y’all.” He cleared his throat and held up his finger, indicating she should give him a moment.

“Angel, you…covered.” He took in a deep breath. “Always…been,” he replied.

But she was no longer sure she could depend on that. After all, if he couldn’t protect himself, how was he going to protect her and his son when he wasn’t around them all the time?

“I’ve been thinking.” She paused and grabbed his hand in hers, rubbing his knuckles in circular motions.

“Maybe I should buy me some protection. I mean, after all, you always wanted me to when we were married. Now that we’re not together I think maybe I should,” she confided.

He shook his head from side to side.

“What, Black? I need to feel safe,” she argued.

“Shit…ain’t safe. I‘on want…you…living in…fear,” he debated.

“You know you have to get out the life, Black.”

“I’m…done…” he whispered. He lay his head back on the pillow, clearly exhausted.

“Is that what this was all about? You getting out caused someone to do this to you? Do you know who did this, Black?” Angel asked in repulsion.

She couldn’t imagine a person endangering someone else’s life because of the choices they made, which would lead to freedom.

“Don’t worry. It’ll…get…taken care of,” he whispered as she reached underneath him to adjust his pillow.

When she sat back down on the side of the bed, he jerked her wrist, motioning for her to come closer.
She leaned in with her heart puttering. He pressed his lips against hers, and she didn’t pull back. It had been so long…too long since she last felt those soft lips against hers. She continued kissing him, holding his face in her hands. She didn’t let go until she felt the wetness on her cheeks.

“I love…you, Ang,” Black rasped.

“I love you, too, Black. I hate that I do. I hate this!” She stood up abruptly and began pacing the room, wiping the tears from her face. “Damn! I can’t do this with you again, boy! You hurt me so bad, Black! You don’t know how bad you hurt me. I mean, it’s like my world just crashed in on me. No matter how much I ignored your cheating ways, it wasn’t good enough for you. You couldn’t leave well enough alone and had to go messing with my co-worker? That was rotten, Black! I don’t know that I can ever forgive you for that,” she cried.

Black lay in the bed watching her. She could see the guilt and remorse etched in his features. She thought she had seen that look several times over the years. She questioned the sincerity of it now. He said nothing, just watched her.

Looking at him one last time, she grabbed her purse from the chair. “Bye, Black.” She walked out the door.
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Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey lives in the metro Atlanta area with her husband and three children. Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in Almighty God, and belief in themselves. During her “me time,” she becomes enraptured with the enthralling stories of Terry McMillan and James Patterson.

She is the author of several novels, including The House of BeJeweled series, and she ghostwrites for romance authors, in addition to hosting the annual 20 Days of Love authors’ blogging campaign, March Madness authors’ giveaways campaign, and showcasing other authors on her blog here at www.chelleramsey.com/beautifully-inspired-blog. She also blogs for Liyahmore Publishing and Amore Speaks. Her novels can be found online at Chelle Ramsey Amazon.

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20 Days of Love, Adrienne...

In the summertime, we're tempted to do things we might ordinarily not. In the summertime the sweet heat, tempts us to participate in the most sumptuous experiences. In the summertime our heart just might entice us to engage in a torrid affair.

You'll never know what you'll do in the summertime, until you've read Adrienne Thompson's, Summertime. It's another hot 20 Days of Love!
Title: Summertime
Genre: African American Historical/Fantasy Romance

Blurb:

An unlikely journey… an unlikely love.
J'Nay Walker is a talented singer, driven toward success by a promise she made to her late mother. One gloomy day, on the tail of some disappointing news, tragedy strikes, threatening not only to derail her plans, but to end her life. As a result, she soon finds herself on an unlikely journey, but is she ready for an unlikely love? Travel from the present to 1939 with the colorful characters of Summertime!
 
Excerpt:

“Would it be too forward of me to ask if you already have a beau, lovely songbird?”

I looked up at him, willed myself not to stare at his lips. “No—I mean, no, I don’t.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “The men around here must be dumb as rocks. Letting a fine-looking woman like you walk around here alone like this? I might just have to do something to fix that.”

I placed my hand on my chest. “Something like what?”

“Something like making you my woman.”

I shook my head. “Can’t do that. You’re just passing through.”

He nodded slightly as he reached up and touched my cheek. “Well, if you’re my girl,” he whispered, “I guess you’ll have to come with me… or I’ll have to stay.”

Then he leaned in and softly kissed me on the lips. Every nerve, muscle, and blood vessel in my body vibrated, and my knees buckled ever so slightly. “Dizzy…” I said softly.

He backed away from me with an intoxicated look in his eyes. “Call me John. I like the way you say it.”

“John?”

He smiled. “Yeah, I like that.”

“Dizzy, you holding up the game, man!” a voice shouted from upstairs.

He leaned in close to me again and smiled. “Damn, girl… you smell good.”

“I’m not wearing any perfume.”

“I didn’t think you were.”

“Oh… um… well, t-thank you.”

He smiled at me again, then took my hand and squeezed it. “You welcome. Can I see you after the club shuts down tonight, lovely?”

I nodded. He could’ve asked me to jump into a school of sharks or rob a bank and I don’t think I would’ve been able to refuse him.

I watched him swagger back up the stairs and then, for the first time in several minutes, I breathed.
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Adrienne Thompson has worn many titles in her lifetime–from teenage mother to teenage wife to divorcee to registered nurse to author. This mother of three young adults currently resides in Arkansas in her newly-emptied nest where she writes and publishes her stories full time.
 
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