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New Release: ANCHORED BY LOVE!

  Publisher: KevStel Group LLC (December 4, 2015)
 Author: Unoma Nwankwor Publication
Date: December 4, 2015 ASIN: B0175FT2EC

  About The BookWhen Jabir Danjuma met Damisi Odinga years ago, it wasn’t necessarily love at first sight. However, their attraction can’t be denied. Just as he begins to feel the forbidden emotion, Damisi breaks up with him and moves half way across the world. Now, Damisi has a request that only Jabir could fulfill. Their encounter sets off a series of events that leave them both with fresh pain and hurt. They vow never to see each other again, but fate has a different idea. Will they stick it out long enough for the Potter to perfect their scars and pain for His purpose or will distance and time steal the day. About The AuthorUnoma Nwankwor is a romantic at heart. Born in Akron, Ohio to Nigerian parents. She spent her childhood and early adulthood years in Port-Harcourt, Nigeria. She is the COO of KevStel Group LLC, a faith based Entertainment Company aimed at providing uplifting and life changing entertainment through its movies and books. Unoma is also the published author of An Unexpected Blessing (2013) , The Christmas Ultimatum(2013), When You Let Go (May,2014), A Scoop of Love (Jan,2015) and Anchored By Love (Dec, 2015). She has numerous published flash fiction and short stories. Her work has appeared in Africa Book Club, USA Today HEA blog and the Kenyan Ezine ;Wamathai and well as numerous radio shows and blogs. She is currently working on her next novel The Final Ultimatum. Her readers are in love with her unique way of telling stories that capture the essence of her present home base; Atlanta Georgia and her Nigerian culture. Her stories which center on forgiveness, faith and hope have been described as a fusion of faith, romance and African spice. After all, “and now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” ~1 Corinthians 13:13 Unoma resides in Atlanta Georgia with her husband and two kids.
Excerpt “So I guess you’re my knight in shining armor coming to rescue the damsel in distress…” The tone of her voice was not lost on him. There was an edge in it he didn’t like. She continued, “How many of us have there been over the years?” “What?” He stared down at her. She sat up straight and scooted away from him. She stared at him. “How many of us have there been? Six years…let’s see…yeah, I remember the three-month rule, so what is that, twenty-four?” “You want to do this? Now?” His forehead creased in confusion. What had he said? How could she go from sweet one minute to this the next? “We might as well. All this pretending we’re all good is making my stomach sick.” He sighed. He wasn’t going to take the bait. Besides, she really didn’t want the answer. She just wanted to find a way to not let him into her heart. “Answer me. How many?” “No.” “No?” “N-O. No.”

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Meet Sydney Richardson, Attorney At Law

Sydney Speaks

I’ve always preferred dark chocolate. Its rich texture on my tongue leaves me panting for more.  Even now, if I close my eyes, I can savor the sweet goodness of such a fine treat.
I like my men like I do my chocolate. Dark. And Fine. So when I met Dr. Lance Forbes, I salivated. I couldn’t wait for him to be mine, under the sanctity of marriage of course.
But, all Lance did was Tell Me Lies. I never knew so much dishonesty could come from such full lips and an even finer mouth. But lie he did.
Now, if it’s one thing I can’t abide, it’s dishonesty. Believe it or not, there can be an honest lawyer. I should know because I am one. And, I’m good at it. Actually, I seem to be good at everything I do, except finding the right man.
However, when I met Noah Charleston, everything changed. The first time I laid eyes on him, I wanted to run my fingers through his thick, black hair. And, those blue eyes of his blinded me like the waters of the Caribbean. Yes. I said blue eyes. Yes. Noah is white. Who knew? But, as I like to say, saying never is for punks and weaklings. Well, actually, I stole that line from my best friend, Belinda Santiago. Truthfully, she pushed me to go out with Noah. And, I’m so glad she did.Noah is everything I imagined and more. His kisses have me so hot only prayer can cool me down. And, I’m praying. I’m praying he’s the one because when I tell you I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m chasing my heart and telling it to slow down, but it’s set on Noah. I’m not too worried, though, because Noah’s perfect. He would never tell me lies, and that’s nothing but the truth.
About the Book The Lawyer, the Preacher, and the Past that could Destroy Them 
 When Sydney Richardson met Pastor Noah Charleston, it was practically love at first sight. Sydney battles so much deception in her personal life and on her job, she is glad for a perfect man she can depend on. But her Prince Charming has some scars in his past. What will she do when she finds Noah's past life come to light?Pastor Noah Charleston has come a long way since his troubled youth. A respected man-of-God, Noah’s past emerges in the form of blackmail and threats. Noah’s not sure how Sydney will reach when she learns about his past.  Will Noah take a chance on the truth before it’s too late?Release Date: January 12, 2016  Order Your CopyRead the First Three Chapters

Welcome Colette Harell!

 Book Title: Tell The Truth; The Devil Won't Genre: Christian Fiction Paperback: 288 pages Publisher: Urban Christian (October 27, 2015) ISBN-10: 1622868196 ISBN-13: 978-1622868193 Publication Date: October 27, 2015 Author: Colette Harrell 
  About The Book   From the author of The Devil Made Me Do It The full-figured Esther Redding doesn’t realize it, but she desperately needs a change. Her Cinderella tiara is tarnished, and her glass slippers cracked. No longer any one’s knight in shining armor, Briggs Stokes always had a soft spot for Esther. She was in his blood, and he didn’t want a transfusion. When he returns to Detroit, he decides that nothing will keep him from her door. Well, nothing . . . but the once reformed bad girl, Monica Stokes Hawthorne, Briggs’s ex, who wants to be his—give me one more chance, again—wife. The resulting tug-of-war that ensues may be the catalyst that destroys the person they both love the most. More than one household is upset when the prison doors swing open and a “rehabilitated” Roger, Esther’s ex, returns home. Following Roger is a sinister force so malicious that no one in their community will be left untouched. When truth is held hostage by lies, mayhem ensues. And when it does, the lives of Esther, Briggs, Monica, and Roger are forever changed. Don’t blink—pray—these shenanigans are too shocking to miss . . . The second stand-alone book in the Heaven over Hell trilogy.  
About The Author   Colette R. Harrell, Christian Fiction Author Colette Harrell, wants you to know that she’s like you, God’s chosen vessel. She has come to be a gift, to be an encourager and a light that reflects God’s goodness. She’s a wife, mother, author and playwright. A Detroit native, she currently calls Ohio home. She holds a master’s and is a Director of Social Services. Writing with humor and compassion to engage and minister to the human heart. Her motto is: whatever you do, do it “for love alone.” Her newest novel, Devil Get Behind Me! Will thrill this January 2016. It is filled with wisdom and humor. This adventourous love story goes where Ms. Harrell loves to tread, down an unbeaten path. No millionaires rescuing damsels in distress—although she enjoys these reads herself—but real people, falling and getting back up. The Devil Made Me Do It was her debut novel. It was Nominated for First Fiction for the Phyllis Wheatley Book Award. It has been held as one of Black Pearl Magazine’s, top ten Christian fiction books for 2014. And, Read Between The Lines radio show, named it as one of its overall top ten books for 2014. Her sophomore novel, Tell The Truth, The Devil Won’t will cement her as an author to watch.
ExcerptChapter OneIt was dead cold. The air crackled with the sound of ice-covered tree branches crashing onto cement sidewalks; it was an unnatural arctic day, even for Harlem. There were motorists stranded on every major highway as an epic ice storm settled over the length of New York City. And while the air over those highways was filled with road rage, explicit language, and hunger pains, the contrasting hush of the opulent brownstones on 132nd Street was shattered by an eerie scream that filled the bitter air.Monica Hawthorne, the ex-Mrs. Briggs Stokes, stood shaking uncontrollably. Her beloved, risked-everything she-had-to-have-him husband of one month, Randall, lay in a pool of blood on their imported Brazilian cherry kitchen floor. If Randall could, he would have stood up and told her for the tenth time that ten thousand dollars for a floor was too much, and just because she could buy it didn’t mean she had to. But Randall couldn’t utter a word. She watched horrified as his blood seeped into the natural grooves of the wood, giving credence to the fact that maybe the cost was too much.Monica blinked, but he wasn’t getting up or giving her advice about her newly acquired wealth, because standing over him was his newly divorced wife, the ex-Mrs. Meredith Hawthorne. This She-Spawn-from-the-Pits, with her six hundred-dollar hairdo mussed, her designer clothes askew, and her chest heaving in spastic breaths, clutched the knife that once protruded from Randall’s chest. Words of explanation weren’t necessary; the vivid picture painted its own morbid story.Monica was spellbound. She was in her own home. The ordeal of leaving one husband to claim another’s was behind her. The guilt had been laid aside. The shame stamped down, at least temporarily. It was Randall and her against the world. But it had all just changed drastically.Snapping to, Monica shrieked, “Oh sweet Jesus! What have you done? You crazy—!” Her cries were halted by the demented gleam in the ex-Mrs. Hawthorne’s eyes. The maniac’s focus switched from Randall to her, then back to Randall. Mrs. Hawthorne had gone mad, crazy, bonkers, craycray. Monica’s head hurt at the thought that she was still addressing this woman by what was rightfully her new name. It bore psychological study that she could only think of the witch as Mrs. Hawthorne. For over three years the woman had railed it at her, negating Monica’s right to ever wear the title. She’d stood in haughty arrogance and promised in divorce court that she would never relinquish it. At the time, Monica didn’t care; she felt Mrs. Hawthorne could keep the last name, as long as she had the man. Now she felt she had been short-sighted. If in the middle of a bloody rampage, she thought of her that way, then who was she?The murderous interloper looked on in glee as blood bubbled out of Randall’s mouth. Monica observed her spiteful approval as Randall’s hand feebly stretched over his wound, but failed in mustering the strength to staunch the flow of his river of life. His eyelids fluttered—pausing, fighting to focus as he scanned beyond Mrs. Hawthorne’s face. His eyes settled on Monica’s outstretched hands.“Randall,” Monica whispered. She swayed in agony.Time was grinding to a stop, like an old-fashioned watch discarded in a moth-eaten hope chest, it would soon end, and Randall would be done. She needed a way to get close to him, but Mrs. Hawthorne stood as she had for the last three years, directly in her path.Always . . . in my way.Rage bubbled into a go-for-broke moment. Monica launched forward and charged Mrs. Hawthorne with a Joan of Arc warrior’s roar. The sound of the impact and responding grunt was dulled by the body that crumpled to the floor. Monica gambled . . . and lost. Her body fell inches from Randall’s.Her hands bloodied, Mrs. Hawthorne rocked in despair. She had meant to take her time with the slut, but her offensive attack had taken her by surprise.Then . . . Monica moved. What she was witnessing hadMrs. Hawthorne’s keening wail ricochet throughout the spacious brownstone. She glowered in anguish, howling as Monica’s fingers inched toward Randall’s, and they entwined even in their near-death status.She watched in ghoulish repulsion as the almost loving tableau played out before her. Her eyebrows arched as she made out Monica’s pleading words, “Jesus, help us.”A rattle of air descended from Randall . . . and then stillness.In slow motion, Mrs. Hawthorne turned in robotic movements away from the scene. Her steps faltered when she heard Monica’s fading voice, “Father, why hast thou forsaken me?”The prophetic words washed over her as she stood in cold resolution. Shaking it off, she strutted away from the two people who had humiliated her in public and had caused her heart to bleed dry for three unbearable years.Randall had won his freedom, imprisoning her in her own madness in the process.She had sworn to Randall’s dying mother, there would be no divorce. Tears gathered at the end of her hawkish nose, dribbling onto her twice-a-week, spa-waxed upper lip, then streamed down her cosmetic-tightened neck.She was Mrs. Meredith Hawthorne, of the Hawthornes, and failure was foreign to her. In agony, she backtracked, and stumbled, tumbling over the bodies. Blindly, Meredith wiped her eyes, reared back, and spit in Monica’s face. Still feeling empty and unfulfilled, she stared, craving the ability to wake Monica and kill her again.Rising, she noted Randall’s discarded, prized Civil War-era, matching pearl- and jewel-handled knives. She blew a kiss at him, and left the knives there. It was only fitting Randall have ownership of what he demanded in the divorce decree. What better way to deliver his bounty, then to use it as the method of obliteration for both he and his tramp?Mrs. Hawthorne reached into her purse and pulled out her derringer. Acting as a lover whose desire is close to fulfillment, she caressed it. Her insides churning, she panted, taking one last glance at the co-conspirators to her destruction. She could answer Monica’s final question. God had forsaken Monica because she was a Delilah home wrecker. What Mrs. Hawthorne wanted to know, was why He had forsaken her.She lay the letters for her children—who never called—on the solid mahogany credenza, then her purse. All she’d had was the facade of a happy life. She’d paid for it in an avalanche of tears as she played dumb blonde to Randall’s neglect and numerous indiscretions over the years, anything to keep him home. And how had he repaid her? By falling for a nasty, ashy-prone, ghetto rat. The slut’s resulting pregnancy, and his request for a divorce, “so he could be happy” was the Joker’s wild card. How many wrongs was she expected to endure?She looked around and hiccupped laughter—a great-granddaughter of the confederacy ending up in a brownstone in Harlem? Well, rise up every long-buried plantation owner and move over. I’m coming in, and from this gaudy, overpriced slum.In the middle of her cynical chuckle, she bit her lip. She was stalling and knew it. The gun shook in her hands as she placed the barrel to her temple; lips pressed together, she focused on the brightness of the moon, brilliant against the frigid dark sky. The trigger was pulled, and the gun clattered to the ground. Once again blood seeped into the Brazilian cherry hardwood floor.It should now have been quiet in the apartment. Instead, after the booming sound of the gunshot, you could hear through the intercom three things: the startled cries of a newborn, a phone ringing, and a feeble whimper.
The air was clear and sweet with the aroma of citrus floral and the essence of myrrh. Large winged inhabitants fluttered about on missions of supreme purpose. Above, two hovered in midflight, one apparently holding the other from takeoff.“Why do you hold me, Zadkiel? I must go. Did you not hear Monica scream? I am hers, and she is mine. Monica thinks that God has forsaken her. I am here,” he bemoaned. What the guardian saw split him in two. He could not linger.Zadkiel pulled the guardian angel back, his wings clutched, and held him firm through the struggle. “Stand down. She cries out in fear, not faith. We are not charged to react to tears, but we are rewarders of faith. What is occurring is heartbreaking, but you have not been given leave to interfere.”The guardian wanted to push at Zadkiel’s wings, but that would have been disrespectful. “Oh, why do the humans act this way? Must they torment and cause such pain to each other? They have left a child and though Monica has not been innocent for many years, her screams of pain bring too many hurtful emotions to the forefront. How can you float above it all?”“I am not above anything, but we must be obedient to our Lord of Hosts. He has not given us permission to intervene; a greater good must be coming.” Zadkiel then telepathically shared with him how he kept the sounds of Randall’s and Monica’s pain in the background of his thoughts. “I am empathetic to your feelings. I have learned that our God knows all and His will is the only way. He did not create this mess, but He will make a way out for the innocent babe. Go sing a song of praise. It will ease your soul.”Large expansive wings flapped in decisive strokes as a voice of power and beauty soared over majestic heads. As other voices joined in song, the angelic choir trumpeted the holiness and sovereignty of God. Contrary to the chaos, He continued to reign.In another realm, the gates of hell rattled in anticipation of the eventual capture and consumption of the new souls. It was a two-course meal: adulterer and murderer, their favorites.
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HOT OFF THE PRESSES: A Piece of the Pie by Michelle Lindo-Rice

Introducing the Sweet and Spicy series, Book 1. Pumpkin is a supermodel with a mother like no other. What Evie wants, Evie gets, and Evie wants is A PIECE OF THE PIE.
Get ready for a fun, crazy read!
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About the BookIs Thanksgiving about Family, Fame or Fortune? 
Pumpkin Reynolds is enjoying success as a model, business owner and devoted wife. Then things fall apart. Despite the issues in her professional and personal life, Pumpkin dreams of her Grandma Bertie's sweet potato pie. But this year the question is, Will Pumpkin make room for an unexpected guest? 
Evelyn "Evie" Burkette was a spoiled teenager when she had Pumpkin. She left her newborn with her mother and never looked back. But now Evie's broke, homeless and owes a loan shark $50,000. Then she sees Pumpkin's face on a billboard and decides Thanksgiving is the perfect time to go home. Cause what Evie wants, Evie gets. And, Evie's not leaving without A PIECE OF THE PIE.

About Michelle Lindo-RiceMichelle Lindo-Rice is an award winning, bestselling author of "Able to Love" and "On the Right Path" series. She enjoys crafting women's fiction with themes centered around the four "F" words: Faith, Friendship, Family and Forgiveness. She is the 2015 winner of the Black Writers And Book Clubs Rocks Author of the Year Award. www.michellelindorice.comTo read Sample Chapters, CLICK THIS LINKOrder Your Copy

Hot New Release: Secret Places by Vivian Kay

Welcome Vivian Kay to my Blog. I've heard great things about this read. It is Christian Fiction at its finest. Title of Book: Secret PlacesAuthor: Vivian KayGenre: Christian Fiction
About the Book: After many years of happiness, Moni Badmus's marriage is falling apart. Unwilling to lose her only child, a self-proclaimed daddy’s girl, to her husband in a custody settlement she goes along with his suggestion of an unconventional marriage intervention. Will Moni’s fear of losing what she holds dear take her to dark places she never imagined she would go? Sam Badmus has lost his thirst for the things of God. For a while, his extramarital activities seemed to be a cure for his unsatisfying home life. But soon his risky behavior exacts a steep price and Sam has to turn to the God he left behind to save his family and maybe even his life. Debo Ajala and his wife Adele are living the golden life or so it seems. Debo is a respected church deacon and Adele, a mother to their four adorable sons. Their lives couldn’t be better, that is until Adele’s feelings for another member of their church surface. Adele’s confession unleashes a series of events that Debo never expected. He escapes his troubled life by accepting a pastoral position in a city on the other side of Canada, but soon his twisted past catches up with him. In this emotionally charged tale of sacrifice, temptation, and redemption, two couples learn sin has consequences and there is no place they can hide from the presence of God.
Author BioVivian Kay is a debut Christian author whose faith stories are woven around the themes of imperfection, divine encounters and redemption. When she is not writing or daydreaming about writing, you’ll find her playing simultaneous games of online scrabble or snuggling up with a good book. A wife and mother, Vivian lives in a quiet corner of Canada’s banana belt.
ReviewsIn Secret Places, Kay pens a unique and redemptive tale about what happens when we bend our values to fit our carnal desires. You will find yourself in a love hate relationship with Moni and Sam as they try to pull themselves out of their web of deceit. It kept me turning pages to find out what’s next. I can’t wait to see more from this author. ~ Rhonda Bowen, author  Get You Good & Under Covers Secrets Places is an amazing story of restoration and redemption. I was quickly pulled into Moni and Sam and Debo’s story and Kay held me there until the very last line. She is an anointed storyteller and a master at characterization. Readers will not soon forget this book or God’s message of forgiveness between the pages. ~ Rhonda McKnight, author of  An Inconvenient Friend  & Romance Slam Jam Award winning novel,  Unbreak My Heart .“This is a quick, easy read that packs a powerful punch. Author Vivian Kay has bravely shone a spotlight on subject matter that is not usually covered in works of Christian fiction and I applaud her for that, because the truth of the matter is, there are people, Christians, dealing with similar situations who need to know and understand there is deliverance and healing available for them. This book clearly illustrated the dangers of letting the tiniest bit of sin creep into your life and/or marriage, whether in thought or deed. It also nicely illustrates the saving grace of God. At times, this book made me cringe, made me angry, and left me in shock–and shouldn’t a good book evoke that type of emotion? This reboot of the author’s debut novel is definitely worth the read.” ~ Adrienne Thompson author of  Ain’t Nobody.
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Welcome Abby Kelly!

I love semantics. As a writer, verbal sparring often leaves me gasping for breath, but, give me a paper and a pen (and a dictionary, thesaurus and encyclopedia) and I’ll bury you in etymology.Recently, I was sidetracked from an entire morning of Bible study by the tiny little word, “in”, and more accurately, its absence.
Genesis 15:6 says, “ And he believed the Lord, and he counted it to him as righteousness.”
Principally, when we’re discussing imputed righteousness with other Christians or the tenants of the Christian faith with an unbeliever, we say, “You must believe in Jesus Christ.” That’s not entirely wrong, but I wonder if it doesn’t leave out an integral aspect of the Gospel.
In His time on earth, Jesus didn’t just talk about eternal life, but abundant life and complete joy. (John 10:10, John 15:11) And which one of us hasn’t envied Abraham or Moses, even a little bit, for the face-to-face, by name, friendship they had with God? But, by and large, the modern Christian pins their hope on a futuristic heaven, even “pie in the sky” imagery that really doesn’t translate well into daily life. In fact, those behind the pulpit spend more time reminding their flock that, “The best is yet to come,” and “In this life you will have suffering,” and “The world is going to hell in a hand-basket,” imposing a “grin and bear it” attitude.
But, on this side of the cross, shouldn’t our experience and awareness of the God who is our Father and Savior be even more palpable than that of Moses and Abraham? Now that, as Jesus told us, He lives inside of each believer, shouldn’t we feel His friendship—at least as well as Abraham and Moses did? He has walked side-by-side with men since the Garden of Eden! I mean, this God, our God, has the dust of our streets on His feet!
Jesus made this planet His home. God came down and dwelt among us in human flesh and He did not leave. Though the physical body of Jesus Christ ascended to the right hand of God the Father, we delude ourselves if we think and act as if He does not dwell among us now with as much reality as He did in the New Testament.
So what does this have to do with the two-letter word I mentioned in the beginning of this article? Glance back with me to the story unfolding just before Genesis 15:6.
In these verses, God promised Abraham, a very old and childless man, a son from his own loins and a nation of descendants—as many as the stars:  “So shall your offspring be.” (Genesis 15:5)
The very next line: “Abraham believed God and He credited it to him as righteousness.”
What did Abraham believe? Abraham believed that God would indeed give him a male heir, and that God would indeed make him a mighty nation, and that God would indeed be his shield and very great reward.
In the New Testament, we learn the repercussion of Abraham believing God. James 2:23:“ … and the Scripture was fulfilled that says, ‘Abraham believed God, and it was counted to him as righteousness’—and he was called a friend of God.”
To bring this closer to home, think of your current, human relationships. Do you merely believe that your spouse, friend or child exists? Of course not! If that were the case, they might be no more real than Santa Claus whom many children believe “in” and learn later was only their imagination.
To establish relationship and friendship, there must be trust. When you believe someone, when you place stock in their word, you express confidence not only in their validity but in their character. If I merely believe “in” my husband, there’s not much to build a marriage upon.But, when I believe him—the things he says and promises—I am investing in the relationship. I can believe “in” someone based on someone else’s word, but I can only believe someone by trusting them—in and of themselves.

And this is where we find the key to Abraham’s friendship with God—the frequently missing element in the modern Christian’s life. It’s almost easy, anymore, to believe in God, and particularly easy to believe in “a” god. That leads to difficulty in defining the Christian from other god-followers. Many believe in “a” god, but only those who follow Jesus Christ believe God Himself and can be called His friend. Genre: Bible Study, Christian Non-fiction ISBN-10: 1632131145 ISBN-13: 978-1632131140

 Abby Kelly is a nomadic, military spouse writing from wherever she momentarily finds herself with her husband, their wonderful dog, Brave, and two tolerable cats. Abby began writing in the process of recovering from a more-than-decade long eating disorder. She credits Jesus Christ for her full recovery and for filling her with a passion to encourage others to seek freedom from their own addictions and struggles. Now, Abby is the senior editor for two online Christian publications: www.tblfaithnews.com and www.mydailyarmor.org. She is a freelance editor, as well. Abby continues to write for numerous Christian publications as well as maintains her personal blog, www.predatory-lies.com. In her free time, she and Brave enjoy volunteering in hospitals and schools as a pet therapy team through Pet Partners.  
Does your life look the same as it did the day you put your faith in Jesus Christ? Or have you discovered the power of the Spirit within you enabling you to live a holy, righteous life? For that matter, is it even possible to be holy? Many Christians today are wading in the shallow end of the infinite relationship God desires to have with His children. They are strangled by addictions and idolatry, or distracted from the pursuit of spiritual maturity by a cheap imitation of moralism. Whatever the reason, their spiritual growth has been stunted; they’ve never gone beyond mere belief in Jesus Christ. Beyond Belief: Jesus Saved You ... Now What? explores what God has in store for you and what He wants from you. With a firm foundation on the centrality of Christ, this book will help you see exactly who you are and what you are called to, based on, and enabled by, His righteousness alone. Through intense study and humbling application of both the Old and New Testaments, Beyond Belief, will show you what a mature Christian life looks like and what it takes to get there.
  
 
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Genre: Contemporary RomanceA GENTLEMAN'S AGREEMENTPublication Date: 10-24-2015ASIN: B0172YH9XMAuthor: Joy Avery

    When it comes to love, all deals are off! Blake Farrington knows exactly who to call when he finds himself needing crisis management. Yes, this task is outside Eunice Howard’s usual realm of responsibilities, but he’s willing to make it worth her time. Plus, she’s ideal for the role. Who better to play his pretend lover than the one woman who knows him almost better than he knows himself? The last thing Eunice Howard expects when summoned to her boss’s office is a request to play the role of his new love interest to appease his mother, restless to marry him off. Foolishly agreeing, she ventures with him to Farrington Estates for the Thanksgiving holiday. She thought she’d seen all sides of Blake Farrington, but the man who emerges is a man she could easily love. Their agreement blossoms into a connection neither expected—nor are willing to admit. When the lines between make-believe and reality blur, something phenomenal occurs.  
  Joy Avery is a contemporary romance author who loves watching her imaginary friends fall in love. When not crafting her next love story, she enjoys reading, spending time with the family, playing with her two dogs, and cake decorating. She’s the author of the novels Smoke in the Citi, His Until Sunrise (book 1 in the Indigo Falls series), Cupid’s Error-a Valentine’s novella, and His Ultimate Desire (book 2 in the Indigo Falls series).  
  The second they rounded the corner, Eunice snatched her hand away. “What the hell was that?” she asked in a whisper. “What?” He wasn’t truly that clueless, but played so. She released a heavy sigh and hiked up the stairs. Inside the bedroom, he was on her heels—right until the moment she stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door in his face. Blake leaned against the door jamb. “Are you upset?” “Yes. No. I mean—” She cursed under her breath. He couldn’t understand why she’d gotten so distressed. Okay, maybe he’d gone a little overboard, but… Eunice continued. “I don’t know. Did you—” She yelped once the door slung open and he was standing there. He flashed one of his award-winning smiles in hopes of lightening the mood. She pushed him out of the way and moved toward the bed. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple white nightgown shirt. It was sexy as hell. “Did you have to take it that far?” she said. “We’re supposed to be a believable couple, right?” She narrowed her eyes at him. Had she been a bull, he had a feeling this was the moment she would have charged. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize my words would affect you so…deeply. They were pretty poetic, huh?” Eunice snatched a pillow from the bed and hurled it at him. What was with him and women with pillows? “Enjoy the floor, Mr. Poetic.” Blake barked a laugh. Eunice climbed in bed. He sobered. She pulled the covers to her chin. Blake pulled his hands to his waist. “Eunice?” When she didn’t answer, he rested his hand on the back of his neck. “Come on. You can’t be serious. You’re really making me sleep on the floor?” “Goodnight, Prat. Sweet dreams.” There was a hint of laughter in her tone. Frankly, he didn’t find anything funny. “Seriously, that bed is the size of a small island.” “In that case, you should feel privileged. You have the entire ocean to yourself.” Every damn body is a comedian in this house. “Okay. I’ll remember this.” This time, humor played in his tone. “See if you get a Christmas bonus.” He escaped into the bathroom, did his before bed rituals, then returned and made a pallet on the floor. Using the remote, he shut off the lights, then attempted to find a comfortable position. “Blake?” Ah-ha. I knew she’d feel sorry for me. “Mmm-hmm,” he hummed. “Your story… This is going to sound strange, but it actually happened to me in Central Park. Weird, huh?” Not weird at all. Unlike her story, his had been steeped in truth. All except for the approaching her part. Unbeknownst to Eunice, he’d seen her in the park doing exactly what he’d stated. He’d also wanted to ask her out. But before he could, he discovered she’d recently started working for his company. Imagine his surprise when they’d bumped into each other at the annual Spring Fling he threw for his staff. “Huh. Yeah. That is weird.”    
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A Spicy Teaser: A PIECE OF THE PIE, the first three chapters

Introducing the Sweet and Spicy series, Book 1. Pumpkin is a supermodel with a mother like no other. What Evie wants, Evie gets, and Evie wants is A PIECE OF THE PIE.
Enjoy the delicious sample and get ready for one crazy read!

1 Back then
A hand crept under her blouse. “Do you want to see them?” Evelyn “Evie” Burkette whispered. She undid her bun so her hair would fall around her shoulders.The boy’s hazel eyes widened and he nodded. She pursed her lips to keep from laughing at the youth standing before her. He looked like a puppy dog.She granted his wish. The boy released a long groan and she smiled. He closed his eyes and shuddered.Evie stretched across her bed, ignoring the creaks and groans it made. Her bed had seen many other moments like this.             “What’s your name, again?” Evie asked. “I need to know your name before I give you some.”His eyes bulged. Everybody on the block wanted a piece of Evie.            At the ripe age of fourteen, she was well versed in pleasing men. She’d had her first experience when she was twelve, with an eighteen year-old.            “G…Garvin,” the boy sputtered. His face was beet red.            “Oh, yeah.” She had asked him his name earlier, but she’d forgotten.             Evie stood and slipped out of her clothes. Garvin’s eyes zeroed in on what she had on display. He released small, harried gasps. Goodness, he’d better not have a heart attack.            Evie tilted her head and asked. “If I give you some of this, what will I get in return?”             Garvin’s brows furrowed. “Huh?” Evie felt blessed because of her generous proportions. While her friends were busy begging their parents for money and treats, Evie never had to ask her mother for a thing. Men gave her money, clothes and shoes. Anything she wanted. All she had to do was give them a taste of her honey juice in return. Now Evie was no fool. She hid most of the stuff she got from her mother. Every morning, Evie left the house looking like an angel. She changed as soon as she got off the school bus. In less than five minutes, Evie transformed from frumpy church girl to the hottest chick in the eighth grade. Her mother got home after Evie every day, so Evie only needed her charade in the mornings. Bertice “Bertie” Burkette was a single mother who worked as a cashier during the day and went to nursing school at night. When she wasn’t at school, Bertie was at church. Evie was left on her own a lot of time, which was just fine by her.            Evie sat up. “You think I’m not worth anything?”            “No!” Garvin shot out. He jammed his hands into his pants pockets to see what he could find.            Evie watched him patiently, but she knew what she wanted. It was dangling around Garvin’s neck. Evie had seen him walk by her house with the gold chain. She’d decided she wanted it. Her mother had attended every church service since she became a Christian four years ago. Evie was not the least bit interested in God. As far as she saw, God couldn’t do anything for her she couldn’t do herself.Since it was Tuesday night, Evie pretended she was sick. Once her mother had left for Bible study, Evie had lured Garvin into her house.            “I don’t have anything!” Garvin yelled.            Evie shook her head and reached for her plaid skirt.“C’mon,” Garvin pleaded. Like an Academy Award winning actress, Evie pinned her gaze on the chain.             Garvin looked down. His grasped the metal in his hand. He paled. “My father gave me this.”            Evie held out her hands. She kept them outstretched until Garvin undid the clasp. His hand shook when he dropped the chain into her hand.            “Good. Now get undressed.” She placed the chain on the nightstand and the opened the drawer. She retrieved a condom from the middle of her diary. “Put this on,” she commanded, handing it to him. She rolled her eyes when he struggled to get it on. This is why she didn’t deal with amateurs. Once he was ready, she patted on the bed next to her. Garvin sat down and she kissed him.             He was eager with awkward hands. She bit back the bile rising in her throat and lay on the bed. If she hadn’t eyed the chain sparkling in the evening light, she would have kicked him out already.              Seconds later, he was done. Really?            “You retard.” Evie yelled. “Get your clothes on and get out!” She pointed at the clock. “My boyfriend’s coming and you’d better be gone or else he’ll kill you.”            “Boyfriend?” Garvin squeaked.         “Yeah!” Evie sneered. “He’s a real man and if Big Will come over here and see you, he’ll surely shoot you.”            Garvin needed no further encouragement. He knew who Big Will was. He dressed and almost fell running down the stairs to leave her house.            Once she heard the door slam, Evie moved into motion. She tore her sheets off the bed and put them in the wash. Then she took a speedy, wash-the-important-stuff kind of shower. Evie remade the bed with clean sheets and then the doorbell rang.            Big Will entered her house and headed up to her room. He was almost six feet and had the physique of a bodybuilder. Evie hadn’t even bothered to get dressed. She knew why he was here. He came over every other Tuesday night.            Big Will eyed the piece of jewelry on her nightstand and without missing a beat, reached out and grabbed it.            “This for me?”            “Yes!”  He kissed her long and hard. Evie took all of what he had to offer. She hoped it happened this time. She wanted to have Big Will’s baby. Evie wanted that more than anything. Having a baby would be the sure way to keep Big Will in her life. Out of all the boys she’d been with, Big Will was the only one who meant anything to her. She felt protected, important. So many girls wanted him, yet he'd chosen her.            Evie decided she'd move in with him as soon as she turned sixteen. The only way he’d let her come any sooner was if she got pregnant.            When Big Will left, Evie fell asleep with stars in her eyes. She touched her stomach and sighed. She had a good feeling this time. By the end of the year, she’d have a baby and she'd have Big Will.2Evie puked for the third time that day. She was having a hard time keeping anything down. She went over to the basin and washed her mouth.She had been right that night. She was now two months pregnant. That was where her accurate predictions came to a sorrowful end. She was living with Garvin and his parents, the Whitfield’s.Big Will hadn’t done what she’d anticipated. He hadn’t rescued her from Bertie. Instead, Will had called her out in front of everybody on the block then turned his back on her.              Evie clenched her fists at the memory.The entire time Big Will had demeaned her, Evie kept her mouth closed. She refused to let him see how his words pierced her tender heart. Once Big Will turned on her, Evie had walked around the corner and up the block to where Garvin lived.            She rang his doorbell and informed him he was going to be a daddy. Garvin’s mouth popped open at the news. The next thing Evie knew, she was sitting in front of both Garvin’s parents and her mother. The three adults discussed what they should do.  Garvin’s parents wanted her to abort the baby. Bertie wanted her to keep it.Evie was fine with whatever. Nothing they did or said mattered since Big Will’s rejection.              When they got home that night, Bertie pleaded with her. “Please don’t abort your child. This might be the only one you have. I’ll help you as best as I can. I’m almost done with nursing school. It’ll be tough, but we’ll manage.”Evie rubbed her still flat tummy. “I’m too young to be a mother.”“You should’ve thought about that before you brought that boy in my house,” Bertie said. “The baby’s innocent and deserves a chance.”Evie lifted her chin. “The Whitfield’s are willing to pay for an abortion.”Bertie shook her head. “Children are a gift from God.”If only this were a gift she could give back. “Are you saying I’m going to hell if I have an abortion?” Evie challenged. “No, I’m not saying that,” Bertie said. “God has enough love to forgive everything. I’m saying you never know what your baby could become. He could be the next president. She could be a superstar or a scientist. You just never know. That’s the joy of parenting.”“Or she could get pregnant at fourteen,” Evie said. “She could get knocked-up and continue the cycle.”Bertie folded her arms. “As long as you live under my roof, you’re keeping that child.”Evie had packed her bags that very night. The Whitfield’s had taken her into their home. Evie read up on abortion. She even set the appointment. It was supposed to be at 3 P.M. that afternoon. They would go when Garvin got out of school.Evie waited in her bedroom at the Whitfield’s for seven hours. No one came home. Then a knock came at the door. Her mother stood crying.“There was an accident. Garvin and his parents are dead. I just saw it on the news.”Evie clutched her stomach and fell to her knees. Why couldn’t they have died tomorrow? She cried. A part of her wondered if she would lose the baby. But her baby was strong. She stayed secure in Evie’s womb through the funeral and through the tears.Seven months later, a baby girl screamed her way into the world. Evie looked at the shocking red hair and called her Pumpkin.“What about Melissa or Amanda?” her mother asked.Evie shook her head. “Pumpkin.” She kissed the orange curls and fell in love. Soon, Evie realized this was a needy human being and not a toy. She wanted her freedom. Pumpkin needed too much. Much more than she would ever be able to give her. It took a few months, but Big Will came around to apologize. He didn’t acknowledge his daughter. “I’m leaving town and I want you with me.”“But what about Pumpkin?” Evie asked, straddling the six month-old on her hips.“It’s either her or me,” Big Will said.Pumpkin didn’t hesitate. “I’ll wait for my mother to come home.”By the time Bertie entered the house, Evie was packed and ready to go.“You’re only fifteen,” Bertie said. “You’re not going anywhere.” Evie left the next day. As her mother pulled up in the driveway, Evie jumped into Big Will’s car.She yelled, “Take care of Pumpkin.” Then she kissed Big Will on the cheek. “Let’s go far away. I’m never coming back.”3Present day
“Men are going to line up around the block to try out your pumpkin.” Zane Johnson said, before taking several close up shots. He used his loft in Greenwich Village for photo shoots only for select clients.Pumpkin Reynolds spoke through gritted teeth while maintaining her signature pose. She held a pumpkin-shaped bottle in her hand. “Knock it off. I’ve had enough of your innuendos to last a lifetime. If you weren’t family, I’d throw you out on your rear end.” “Family has nothing to do with it. This isn’t about you being married to my cousin. If I weren’t the best, you wouldn’t use me. Besides, you can’t throw me out of my own home.”Pumpkin chuckled. “You’re right about that but I didn’t want to pay you a compliment and inflate your ego.”Zane looked into his lens to prepare for another shot. “How’s Cameron doing anyway? It’s been a few months since I’ve seen him.” “He’s deep into film production. Building our nest egg, he says.” Pumpkin hated how her voice sounded sad and weak.“Hold still.” Zane adjusted his camera and took one more shot. He glanced at the photo before nodding. “I think that’s it. That’s the moneymaker. I’m glad we decided to reshoot with the fur.” He scrutinized the picture. “That look on your face is going to cause accidents on the highway. This will go up on the billboard in two weeks as scheduled.”Pumpkin slid the faux fur coat off her shoulders. An animal lover, she did not support cruelty to animals to be fashionable. Pumpkin placed the perfume on the counter. “Thank goodness that’s over. I’ve sweated enough to fill a river.” It was mid-October and temperatures were still high in the nineties. She was ready for the fall weather to kick in.  “Yes, but it’ll be worth it. You’ve been out of the spotlight for almost a year. People can’t wait to get a whiff of Pumpkin Spice and Thanksgiving’s the perfect time to release your cologne.”Zane handed her a towel. “Thanks.” Pumpkin blotted at the perspiration on her face and arms. She wore a white tank and tan shorts but after two hours with the heavy lights, she was drenched.Zane changed conversation. “I’m hearing a lot of buzz about The Cover-Up. It sounds like it’s going to bring in some serious money.” “Cameron’s been real secretive about it. I don’t even know who’s in it. Other than the title of the movie, I know nothing.”Zane lifted a brow. “It’s genius. We’re living in the age where news is worldwide in minutes. So I don’t know how he pulled it off, but he did.” “He had everyone sign gag-orders. Until the trailer releases next week, no one knows anything. Not even me. He gives the press just enough to keep the buzz going.” She lifted a hand to cover a sneeze.Zane tilted his chin toward the four-carat diamond on her left hand. “Wow. Let me guess. Another peace offering?”Pumpkin swallowed. “Like a ring can ever take the place of a baby.” She pressed her hands against her stomach. “He promised we’d start a family. But his company is his true love.” She lowered her head. “I’m just a trophy. The model wife to impress his clients.” Her black pumps clicked on the wooden floor as she made her way to the window.Zane came to stand beside her. “You can never be anyone’s trophy. You’re way too independent for that.” He touched her arm. “When is Cameron going to give you a pumpkin-haired baby?” “I wouldn’t want my baby to get my hair.” Pumpkin touched her dyed hair and cringed. She had been born with the shocking orange colored hair and her birth mother had been inspired to call her Pumpkin. At least that’s what her Grandma Bertie told her. For years, Pumpkin hated her name and hair, until she’d been discovered on the Siesta Keys Beach fourteen years ago. Pumpkin shook herself to the present. She wasn’t the awkward fourteen-year-old in braces anymore. “Cameron loves you. He just needs to get his priorities in order. Do you need me to talk to him?”She shook her head. She wouldn’t invite Zane into their business like that. She had God in her marriage and He was enough. “I’ve been married to your workaholic cousin for six years so I know he means well. All I needed was a friendly ear. Thanks for listening though.”Zane smiled. “Six years is a great accomplishment. In this day and age, if you make it past a month, it’s considered a success.”“I know,” she said, “But it’s not easy. It takes a lot of compromising.” She turned to look at him, admiring his dark skin and grey eyes. “When are you going to settle down?”Zane stepped back. “Never, I hope.”“Never?” she asked. “Don’t you want a family? You won’t be young forever.”“I’ve got time.”Pumpkin cracked up. Zane loved women, or to put it more accurately, the ladies loved Zane. She could understand why. Zane wasn’t just fine but he was also easygoing. She’d met him at a photo shoot and Zane had indicated interest. However, she’d been drawn to the brooding man who stood next to him. Cameron Reynolds, with his smooth dark skin, chocolate eyes and broad shoulders. He had been her first and last one-night-stand.That was eight years ago. They were married two years after they met and the first three years sped by like the wind. But the night of their fourth anniversary, something changed. Cameron seemed… preoccupied. Pumpkin twisted her wedding ring. For the past eighteen months, Cameron had been obsessed with his newest venture. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else would until this story hit the big screen. Until that happened, there’d be no baby. She shook her head. Maybe not even a happy marriage. Pumpkin pushed the heavy glass door and stepped outside. The humidity hit her in the face. She closed her eyes to block the sun’s rays and dug into her bag for her oversized sunglasses.She heard clicks and flashes. It took a moment to realize she wasn’t the one being photographed.Her eyes widened when she noticed the man standing a few feet from her. She smiled and rushed over to him. The two kissed, ignoring the paparazzi egging them on. Finally, they broke apart.“Cameron! What are you doing here? Why didn’t you come up to the shoot? Your cousin would’ve loved to see you.”He leaned against a black Lincoln Navigator. “I know. Zane’s left me several messages. I’ll catch up with him later. I came to take my wife out on a date.”She touched her chest. “A date?”Cameron nodded. “I’ve been swamped with The Cover-Up and ignoring my beautiful wife. I think she needs an afternoon of luxury and relaxation. Then I have two surprises for her tonight.”Pumpkin lowered her voice. “I don’t need that much relaxation. And I don’t need surprises. What I need is you.” He chuckled. “I can handle that.”“I hope so,” she teased.Cameron held her door open and signaled to Mitchell “Mitch” Goodman, their driver/bodyguard. Once they were both inside, he drew her close to him. Pumpkin propped her leg over his, loving the feel of his thigh muscles under hers. Her hand rubbed his chest. “How’s the movie going? When are you going to let me get a sneak peak?”“Tonight,” Cameron said. “That’s my first surprise.” He kissed her on the lips.Pumpkin rubbed her hands together. “Ooohh, I can’t wait to watch. You’ve been so secretive about it.”“I know, but this movie is everything.” Cameron cupped her face with his hands. “It’s Oscar worthy.”Goose bumps rose on her arm. “Wow. Who’s the lead?”“Percy Stanton.”“Say what! How could you keep that from me?” She knew her eyes were round. Percy Stanton was an Academy Award winner and in the ranks of actors such as Denzel Washington. “If Percy’s in it, it’s going to be large.”Cameron’s eyes shone. “This is the big one. I can feel it.”Pumpkin squeezed his hand. “Let’s skip the massage. I’m ready to put the popcorn in the microwave.” She couldn’t wait to see the movie. She wanted to know had kept Cameron at the studio and out of their bed for so many months.“I have another surprise,” he said.  “We’ve been invited to Percy’s Penthouse for dinner.”She gasped. “We’re going to dinner with the sexiest man alive on the planet and you’re just now telling me?” She fussed with her hair. “If I had known, I’d have made an appointment to see the hairdresser.” Gabby knew how to tame her natural curls. “It’s a good thing I’m a confident man,” Cameron chuckled, easing further into the seat. “Or I’d be worried.”Pumpkin pinched his cheeks and grinned. “You know you have no reason to worry. You’re all I want and you know it.”Cameron cleared his throat. “Actually, Percy insisted I bring you tonight. He’s a fan and so is his wife.”“Shut up! Christine Stanton’s the Queen of the Runway. I’ve wanted to meet her for years.” Pumpkin shrieked and wiggled with excitement. Then realization dawned and she pulled away from him. Her eyes narrowed and her excitement cooled. “Is that the reason why you’re sweeting me up?” Cameron looked out the window. Pumpkin folded her arms. “I should’ve known. You need the supermodel, not your wife by your side.” She turned her face away to hide the hurt. Where was the man who used to look at her like she was his world? Now he saw her as the world did. An object. Tears threatened, but she refused to cry.“No. No, it’s nothing like that.” Cameron scooted close and whispered in her ear. “I miss you.”Pumpkin stiffened. “Don’t patronize me. I’ll go to your event. I have the perfect dress to wear. My makeup will be perfect. I’ll be your doll on display.” She couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her tone.“Please don’t say that.” Cameron turned her head to face him. “This is different, Sweetheart. I promise you. I need you. I need you in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.”Pumpkin’s eyes misted. She wiped her eyes. “It’s nice to hear I’m needed. I had begun to wonder …”Cameron’s eyes were sincere. “Never doubt my love for you. I know I’ve been consumed by this project, but you’re my driving force. You’re my…everything. I …” His voice broke.One of the things Pumpkin loved about Cameron his was self-assurance. However, at the moment, he sounded…unsure. Her brows furrowed. “What’s wrong? What is it?”“I love you. If I were to lose you …” He exhaled. Pumpkin’s heart thumped in her chest. “Why are you talking about losing me? Cameron, what’s going on?” All sorts of possibilities raced through her mind. She braced herself for his answer. His eyes were dark with pain. “I did something and I kept it from you.”Pumpkin gave him a cautious glance. “What? What did you do?” Her brain went in overdrive. If he cheated on her, she was going to kick his rear end. But she couldn’t picture Cameron in another woman’s arms. Was she being naïve about that? “I …” Cameron covered his face with his hands. “I can’t tell you. I thought I could. I thought I could finally face the truth, but I can’t bear to see the hate on your face.”“If you don’t tell me,” she said through gritted teeth, “I won’t be responsible for my actions. And what are you talking about hating you? I could never hate you.”Mitch pulled over to curb. Pumpkin eyed the Metamorphosis Day Spa sign. Any other day, she would be ready for some relaxation. However, how could she relax? She needed to know what was going on with her husband. Cameron made a move to open the car door. Pumpkin tugged on his arm. “Skip the massage and all that. Tell me.”Cameron lifted his chin. “I will. Just not now.”She took in the stubborn jut of his jaw. Cameron had no intention of telling her now. However, she was the empress of stubborn. Pumpkin folded her arms.  “I’m not leaving this vehicle until you ease my mind. This had better not be about another woman.” She didn’t think so, but she wasn’t tossing the possibility aside.He looked at her as if she had sprouted an extra head. “There’s no other woman. What kind of man do you think I am?”Inside, her heart rejoiced, but she wasn’t going to let him see that. “I had to ask, but don’t try to shift the subject.”Cameron opened the door and stepped outside. He held out a hand. Pumpkin exited the car. “We’ll talk soon,” he said in a firm voice. That voice might get others scurrying to do his command, but Pumpkin wouldn’t budge. “I’m not one of your lackeys. I’m your wife.”“Yes, and I’m asking my wife to wait.”She held up a hand. “Okay.” She’d give in for now, but this discussion was nowhere near finished.The couple entered the spa and entered another world. The busy streets and honking were replaced with tranquility. They made their way into the back room. Pumpkin froze. She barely registered the scents of lavender and vanilla teasing her nose. The sounds of lapping water signaling peace and tranquility were lost on her.Instead, she zoomed in on the woman with the pixie cut sitting in the corner. She wore a plush white robe. “Grandma Bertie! You’re here!” Cameron laughed. “That’s my second surprise.”Pumpkin jabbed him in the chest. “You didn’t tell me.”Her grandmother smiled. “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” Bertie crooked her head. Pumpkin scuttled over to kiss her on the cheek. “I can’t believe you left Farmingdale to come up into the city.”“Wasn’t hard when Cameron got me arriving in a stretch limo.” Her grandmother clapped her hands.“If I had known that’s all it took, I’d have a limo at your door every week,” Pumpkin said. Bertie’s shoulders shook. “I’m fine where I am.”Cameron backed up. “I’m going to leave you both to it. I’ll see you both at the screening tonight.”She waved at Cameron before centering her attention on her grandma. “I’m so glad you’re here.”“Chile, stop. You were at my house just last week.” Bertie jumped onto the table. She was fifty-eight and had a body like Angela Bassett’s. Bertie was more fit than Pumpkin.“That was last week.” Pumpkin undressed and got on the table next to her. Bertie eyed her. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing’s wrong.” Pumpkin turned her face away. She didn’t know what kind of psychic powers her grandmother possessed, but Bertie seemed to know when something was wrong.“Nothing means something,” Bertie said.Their masseuses entered the room, ending the conversation. Bertie was not one to discuss family business in public. For that Pumpkin was grateful.“I’ll have a deep tissue massage,” Pumpkin requested.“I don’t know how you can take that,” Bertie said. “I’ll get the stone massage.”The women nodded and proceeded to work. The massage eased her body, but not her mind. All afternoon Pumpkin wondered, what did Cameron do?
(Copyrighted Material. 2015 by Michelle Lindo-Rice, All rights reserved.)

A Spicy Teaser: A PIECE OF THE PIE, Chapter 1

Introducing the Sweet and Spicy series, Book 1. Pumpkin is a supermodel with a mother like no other. What Evie wants, Evie gets, and Evie wants is A PIECE OF THE PIE.
Enjoy the delicious sample and get ready for one crazy read!

1 Back then
A hand crept under her blouse. “Do you want to see them?” Evelyn “Evie” Burkette whispered. She undid her bun so her hair would fall around her shoulders.The boy’s hazel eyes widened and he nodded. She pursed her lips to keep from laughing at the youth standing before her. He looked like a puppy dog.She granted his wish. The boy released a long groan and she smiled. He closed his eyes and shuddered.Evie stretched across her bed, ignoring the creaks and groans it made. Her bed had seen many other moments like this.             “What’s your name, again?” Evie asked. “I need to know your name before I give you some.”His eyes bulged. Everybody on the block wanted a piece of Evie.            At the ripe age of fourteen, she was well versed in pleasing men. She’d had her first experience when she was twelve, with an eighteen year old.            “G…Garvin,” the boy sputtered. His face was beet red.            “Oh, yeah.” She had asked him his name earlier but she’d forgotten.             Evie stood and slipped out of her clothes. Garvin’s eyes zeroed in on what she had on display. He released small, harried gasps. Goodness, he’d better not have a heart attack.            Evie tilted her head and asked. “If I give you some of this, what will I get in return?”             Garvin’s brows furrowed. “Huh?” Evie felt blessed because of her generous proportions. While her friends were busy begging their parents for money and treats, Evie never had to ask her mother for a thing. Men gave her money, clothes and shoes. Anything she wanted. All she had to do was give them a taste of her honey juice in return. Now Evie was no fool. She hid most of the stuff she got from her mother. Every morning Evie left the house looking like an angel. She changed as soon as she got off the school bus. In less than five minutes, Evie transformed from frumpy church girl to the hottest chick in the eighth grade. Her mother got home after Evie every day, so Evie only needed her charade in the mornings. Bertice “Bertie” Burkette was a single mother who worked as a cashier in the day and went to nursing school at night. When she wasn’t at school, Bertie was at church. Evie was left on her own a lot of time, which was just fine by her.            Evie sat up. “You think I’m not worth anything?”            “No!” Garvin shot out. He jammed his hands through his pants pockets to see what he could find.            Evie watched him patiently but she knew what she wanted. It was dangling around Garvin’s neck. Evie had seen him walk by her house with the gold chain. She’d decided she wanted it. Her mother attended every service ever since she became a Christian four years ago. Evie was not the least bit interested in God. As far as she saw, God couldn’t do anything for her she couldn’t do herself.Since it was Tuesday night, Evie pretended she was sick. Once her mother had left for Bible study, Evie had lured Garvin into her house.            “I don’t have anything!” Garvin yelled.            Evie shook her head and reached for her plaid skirt.“C’mon,” Garvin pleaded. Like an academy award winning actress, Evie pinned her gaze on the chain.             Garvin looked down. His grasped the metal in his hand. He paled. “My father gave me this.”            Evie held out her hands. She kept them outstretched until Garvin undid the clasp that released the chain. His hand shook when he dropped it into her hand.            "Good. Now get undressed."            Evie placed the chain on her nightstand. She patted on the bed next to her. Garvin sat down and she kissed him.             He was eager with awkward hands. She bit back the bile rising in her throat and lay on the bed. If she hadn’t eyed the chain sparkling in the evening light, she would have kicked him out already.              Seconds later, he was done. Really?            “You retard.” Evie yelled. “Get on your clothes and get out!” She pointed at the clock. “My boyfriend’s coming and you’d better be gone or else he’ll kill you.”            “Boyfriend?” Garvin squeaked.         “Yeah!” Evie sneered. “He’s a real man and if Big Will come over here and see you, he’ll surely shoot you.”            Garvin needed no further encouragement. He knew who Big Will was. He dressed and almost fell running down the stairs to leave her house.            Once she heard the door slam, Evie moved into motion. She tore her sheets off the bed and put them in the wash. Then she took a speedy, wash-the-important-stuff kind of shower. Evie remade the bed with clean sheets and then the doorbell rang.            Big Will entered her house and headed up to her room. He was almost six feet and had the body of a bodybuilder. Evie hadn’t even bothered to get dressed. She knew why he was here. He came over every other Tuesday night.            Big Will eyed the piece of jewelry on her nightstand and without missing a beat, reached out and grabbed it.            “This for me?”            “Yes!”  He kissed her long and hard. Evie took all of what he had to offer. She hoped it happened this time. She wanted to have Big Will’s baby. Evie wanted that more than anything. Having a baby would be the sure way to keep Big Will in her life. Out of all the boys she’d been with, Big Will was the only one who meant anything to her. She felt protected, important. So many girls wanted him yet he'd chosen her.            Evie decided she'd move in with him as soon as she turned sixteen. The only way he’d let her come any sooner was if she got pregnant.            When Big Will left, Evie fell asleep with stars in her eyes. She touched her stomach and sighed. She had a good feeling this time. By the end of the year, she’d have a baby and she'd have Big Will.
(Copyrighted Material. 2015 by Michelle Lindo-Rice)

Introducing Tempted To Touch by Nigeria Lockley

How Do You Handle Temptation???Temptation is the major issue that Kira Seagram, the protagonist of my latest book, Tempted to Touch has to deal with. We all have to face down temptation in our daily walk. Sometimes, it’s small and sometimes it large like the battle Kira has to face. Being tempted isn’t a sin, but how we respond to it—whether we walk away when someone cusses out or decide to turn what seems like a simple office conversation into regular night time banter can lead us into sin. How do you handle temptation??? Leave your response in the comments for a chance to win an autographed copy of Tempted to Touch. 
Tempted to Touch is a special release for me for three reasons:1.     Tempted to Touch is the first release on my independent publishing company, Inheritance Books—watch out for us, we’ll be bringing you books that edify and entertain. 2.     Tempted to Touch was written while I was dealing with my own marital struggles and is loosely based on my experience. 3.     Tempted to Touch is my work that uses the first person narrator to tell the story. It was limiting and liberating all at the same time. Synopsis Kira Seagram is frustrated by her husband Mason’s zeal for the Lord, so she pours all of her attention into her work and reserves her soprano singing skills for the shower. Kira would rather not use them if she get can’t the adoration and recognition she feels she deserves and doubts she’ll find singing lead for Mason’s choir. When a routine drop off at her son, Nate’s private school turns into a ten-year reunion with her ex-boyfriend, Quincy McAdams, Kira isn’t interested in Mason's half-hearted affection or willing to keep her voice to herself. With a firm offer from Quincy to help Kira cut a demo and possibly revive the love they let die, Kira has some choices to make. When Kira finds herself tempted to touch will she remain faithful to her husband or yield to the desires of her flesh?  Check out an Excerpt from Inheritance Books’ first release Tempted to Touch:
When I rounded the corner Meena, my secretary, was standing in front of her desk smiling and waving at me. Her attentiveness and bright smile cut right into my investigation into why my marriage was beginning to fail. “Hi, Meena. Did you miss me?” I asked, referring to the way she was waiting to greet me like a lap dog.“Mrs. Seagram, you’re so funny,” she said, swiping her wispy brunette hair out of her eyes. “I’m so excited to see you because I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you go into your office.” “Ugh.” I groaned, letting my arms droop at my sides. “You didn’t redecorate again, did you?”“No. While you were at lunch you received a delivery and it’s mighty extravagant. I hope that after I’ve been married for ten years my husband still does things like Mr. Seagram.”“Thank you, Meena. I’m sure it’s nothing out of the ordinary,” I said as I walked past her desk. I turned the knob and my stomach dropped to my heels. On the other side of the door a tall medley of flowers and fruit curled into a G clef awaited me. A smile spread across my face as I approached this massive fruit salad structure. I fingered the petals of the black orchids and inspected the assortment of fruits—pineapple chunks, mangoes, and strawberries covered in white chocolate. All of my favorite things were neatly assembled on my desk. Mason must have thought there was another dog sniffing around his backyard. “Excuse me,” I said to Meena who was still standing in the doorway gawking at the flowers as I picked up the phone and dialed Mason’s cell phone number. He probably thought this massive floral arrangement would get me to join the choir and keep my affections at home. I would have preferred some new shoes. Shoot, for a new pair of Fendi pumps I’d churn out “I Go to the Rock” in a heartbeat and have them saints running up and down the aisle of our church in a minute. “Praise the Lord!” Mason shouted into the phone when he answered. Why did he have to be all holy all the time?“Hello, Mason.”“What’s going on, my love? You usually don’t call me in the middle of the day.”“You tell me what’s going on, Mason. Do you think that a little gallant gesture and some white chocolate will get me to work on the record with your choir?” “What are you talking about?”“You know exactly what I’m talking about. The floral arrangement—”“Floral arrangement?” he queried, cutting me off.“If you thought that an oversized wreath would get me to sing with that little gospel choir of yours, you’re wrong.”“Kira, I did not send you any floral arrangement.”Half listening to his spiel, I dug my hand into the center of the arrangement and removed the card. Without your voice my music is all blues and no rhythm. ~QI read the message again and flashes of heat coursed through my fingers. His vulnerability was sexy. Quincy McAdams had gone from a chemistry major to a music mogul and his life was still missing something. The words on the card spoke louder to me than Mason until he shouted into the receiver,“Well, where did the flowers come from? I will not ask again.”“Calm down, Daddy,” I said, trying to lay on the sex appeal real thick. I needed a dollop strong enough to coat the lie I was about to tell, “It was a mistake. These flowers were delivered to the wrong office.”
Do you think Kira is going to give in to her flesh or follow the Spirit?
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Bio Nigeria Lockley possesses two master's degrees, one in English secondary education, which she utilizes as an educator with the New York City Department of Education. Her second master's degree is in creative writing. Nigeria's debut novel, Born at Dawn received the 2015 Phillis Wheatley Award for First Fiction. Nigeria serves as the Vice President of Bridges Family Services, a not-for-profit organization that assists student parents interested in pursuing a degree in higher education. She is also the deaconess and clerk for her spiritual home, King of Kings and Lord of Lords Church of God. Nigeria is a New York native who resides in Harlem with her husband and two daughters. 
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