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NOW AVAILABLE!! Unbound Hearts: Read Chapter One

Chapter One He had better not be looking up my dress.Charmaine Evans eyed the man who held her feet in his hands while she stood on his shoulders. Benson Harris turned his head in the opposite direction. She rolled her eyes. Good thing her nude colored bra and undies matched. “When I give the word, give me a push.”She did not get an answer. He was looking up her dress. Charmaine dug her feet into Benson’s broad shoulders. His muscles strained and he wobbled a bit struggling to maintain his grip but Charmaine didn’t care. “If you want your eyes, you’d better focus them somewhere else. Or you may be feel the effects of a well-placed foot in your face.” Benson shifted his gaze and cleared his throat. “Sorry. I’m ready when you are.”Charmaine forgave him. Her long legs were well toned from hours in the gym. She would be offended if he did not look. “Okay, on my count, get me over this fence. One … two …”Benson gave her a hard shove, and Charmaine went airborne over the fence. “Argh!” Charmaine crash-landed through some azalea bushes onto some jagged mulch. Like a cat, she sprang to her feet. “Benson, I didn’t say three! And now I’m all banged up! Throw me my shoes.” Benson tossed her the flat-heeled shoes. He crawled over the fence and dropped next to her. “Sorry.” At six foot-three, Benson had been an officer in the navy before he retired at thirty-six. He still maintained his strict workout regimen running four miles a day and he ran marathons for sport.“Look at my knees.” Jagged lines and red welts marred her skin. The Inquisitordid not pay her enough for this mess. Okay, they did pay her enough—when she delivered a picture worthy enough to grace the front page.Charmaine dusted mulch and dirt off her yellow Ann Taylor dress and jammed her feet into her gold flats. If she had known this morning, she would be jumping a fence she would have worn her jeans and a shirt. But when a tip came in, you jump on it. No time to run home and change.  Benson handed Charmaine her prized Nikon SLR 70 mm camera. Charmaine had paid serious money for it. “Let’s go,” she whispered. They made their way across the lawn. Skulking in the shrubs, Charmaine held back her whoop of jubilation. They had done it. They had infiltrated NFL quarterback Jasper Orion’s stunning 11,000-square-foot brick house in Alpharetta, Georgia. Showtime.Her conscience pricked. This was trespassing. She was invading someone’s privacy. Just as quickly, Charmaine shoved away the thought. She was going to get that picture. Word was the NFL’s most outspoken Christian was shacked up with Amanda Moon, the model and girlfriend of Jasper’s best friend, Matthew Lands. Social media buzzed. Everybody chatted it up and wanted to know how much of a hypocrite Jasper was. Charmaine’s picture would give them the answer—and add twenty-five thousand dollars to her piggy bank. Cha-Ching!“They’re on the move!” Benson whispered. He pointed inside the house.Charmaine scurried to the window, glad she had had bribed the gardener to secure Jasper’s Dobermans for the night. She breathed rapidly as she and Benson scuttled around the back of the house. “I can’t get a shot,” she moaned. Even though she was five-eleven, the privacy screens were a foot above her head. Charmaine was not going to give up that easily. She stood with her back to him. “Put me on your shoulders again.” Benson cupped his hands. She stepped into them and climbed up until she straddled his shoulders. Her dress was a hindrance. In a swift move, Charmaine yanked her Anne Taylor dress over her head. Whatever had possessed her to wear bright yellow was beyond her. Even though it was September, it was in the eighties. Thank God for beautiful Atlanta weather. She tossed her dress to the ground.  With expert precision, she peered into the lens. Charmaine scanned the living area taking in the crystals hanging from the chandelier. She noted the deep purple drapes, firelights and the orchids lining the wedding arch. Her mouth drooled at the two-tiered white wedding cake resplendent with silver beads and flowers taking center position on a large oak table. Charmaine snapped several pictures and wiggled with excitement.“Keep still,” Benson said, gripping her legs.Charmaine giggled. “We’re going to get paid.” Her eyes took in the blond head belonging to Jasper Orion. She wished she could have captured those stunning blue eyes of his up close. Charmaine shrugged. The world knew his backside. They would know it was Jasper. She adjusted her lens and waited for him to turn around.Amanda entered the room dressed in a chiffon white gown. The styling was deceptively simple, but Charmaine knew it had set the model back several thousand dollars. Her glorious dark hair, which had been featured in hair commercials, was pinned with cascading curls.The couple hugged. Yes, Charmaine could see their faces. Here was her money shot.Focus. Aim. Click. Flash? Oh, goodness. When had she turned on the flash? Jasper and Amanda turned toward the window.“We’ve been made!” Charmaine cried. “Let me down!”Charmaine swung her legs behind his shoulders and slid down Benson’s back. She handed him her camera. “Run!” Benson grabbed it and sprinted across the lawn. “They’re on the move!” a voice yelled.Jasper Orion! Charmaine took off for the fence and saw Benson disappearing over the top. Instead of turning to assist her, the oaf left her behind in a trail of dust. She turned her head and saw Jasper hot on her trail. “Stop!” Jasper yelled. Like a good reporter, she had studied the layout of Jasper’s immense property. There was a patio on the side of his house overlooking the ravine. Think, Charmaine, think! Where was the patio? She closed her eyes to pull up a mental picture. Yes. She could see it.  It was on her left. She executed a sharp turn and bolted in that direction. As she ran across the lawn toward the trees, Charmaine’s brain registered a strange sound. Her eyes widened. Howls. She heard the distinct sound of howling. The dogs. Someone let the dogs out. She dodged around the trees, willing herself not to panic. “She’s over there!” With every ounce of athleticism she possessed, Charmaine made her way to the patio. She edge close to the two-foot brick fence. She gulped and bent over to look into the darkness of the valley below. That had to be at least two hundred feet. Charmaine trembled. I hate heights!“I think I see her!” Charmaine hyperventilated. You have to do this, she told herself, battling the sudden urge to pee. When she heard heavy panting and several howling dogs behind her, Charmaine knew she had no choice. She gripped the brick fence, twisted her body and flipped over. Holding on tight, Charmaine’s body dangled over the cliff. Her hands were cutting into the scaly brick chips. There were shrubs and very tall trees. If she jumped at an angle, she might land in one the trees and she could hide out until morning.Taking a deep breath, Charmaine hurled her body toward the trees.*** “She jumped!” Matt Lands yelled pointing to the patio. He raked his hands into his red curly hair, his eyes wide with disbelief. His dress shirt hung over his pants, and he had popped several buttons. Jasper Orion squinted and shoved past his burly friend. “She wouldn’t.” What would possess someone to jump over a ravine?His two Doberman Pinschers, Compass and Atlas, barked, baring their teeth. Jasper bent over to rub their ears. “It’s all right, boys. You did well.”  He peered over the cliff.Jasper cupped his mouth. “Are you down there?”The men heard a distinct feminine shriek. “She’s hanging on the ledge,” Jasper said.“Help me!” she screamed. “She fell!” Matt’s eyes were wide with horror.Amanda Moon raced to their sides. She had taken off her heels, her feet wet and muddied from the dirt and the dew. She had a flashlight, which she aimed toward the voice. Amanda’s green eyes widened and the men stared. Jasper saw a woman garbed in nude undies, tangled in a tree branch. “Who are you?” Jasper asked. His eyes scanned her chocolate skin. Matt gave a slight whistle before Amanda poked him in the chest.“My name is Charmaine Evans,” Charmaine said. “I’m with The Inquisitor.” Matt groaned. “A reporter. I should have known.” He shook his head. “She’s not a real reporter,” Amanda said. “That’s a trash mag.”  “Paparazzi,” Jasper snarled. He looked at Matt and Amanda. “Sorry about this, guys. I didn’t mean to ruin your wed—”Amanda placed a finger against her lips. Jasper understood. The interloper was no doubt listening. “Amanda, go call the cops,” Jasper said. He crooked his head at Matt. “Let’s get this invader and bring her inside.” Jasper made his way to the small fence. He saw the young woman huddled in the branches with her arms wrapped about her.  He stretched a hand toward her. Matt held onto his other hand for strength. “Give me your hand.”“I’m afraid,” she chattered. “I’m afraid of heights.”Jasper scowled. “Then why on earth did you jump?” He didn’t bother to wait for an answer. Instead, he motioned at her with his fingers. “Let’s go. The police will be here any minute.”“No, I can’t be on the news!” the woman shouted. “Oh, but it’s all right for you to plaster my face all over your filthy paper.” Resentment filled him. The young woman grabbed a branch and attempted to climb down.Jasper swung an arm to grab her hand. He encountered thin air. “Matt hold my legs,” he said. “Just leave her and let the cops handle it,” Matt said.“She’ll freeze. The temps are already dropping,” Jasper said. He plunged to the ground and reached a hand out.  “Charmaine, Take my hand,” he yelled. She shook her head. “I’ll fall.”“I’ll catch you. Trust me,” Jasper said. He turned to face Matt. “Hold me.”Matt nodded. Jasper inched over the cliff so his upper body hung off the cliff. He felt two large hands clamp his legs. She held out both of her hands. In a powerful motion, Jasper scooped her in his arms. He heard Matt grunt behind him. “Hold on, Matt,” Jasper said from between clenched teeth. It took serious strength but Jasper flipped Charmaine onto his back. Charmaine bucked her body against him. His mind registered muscle and a well-toned body. “Help!” Charmaine screamed.Jasper recognized her fear. “You’re not going to fall. Calm down.” He heard Matt yelling the same thing but Charmaine was a mean fight. He was getting scratched and kicked in places he could not mention. She was in full panic mode.“Grab her, Matt,” Jasper screamed.Matt released his grip on one leg to snatch Charmaine off him. Jasper twisted, hoping to rely on his upper body strength to grab the fence. But Matt’s grip slipped and gravity worked against him. Jasper felt his body arch backwards, almost in slow motion. At that moment, Jasper knew his fall was inevitable.He saw Matt skid to the ground. He flung a hand Jasper’s way. “Jasper!” Jasper grabbed at air because gravity worked against him. His arms flailed backwards and he hunched his body preparing for impact.“No!” Matt screamed. “Jasper!” Jasper’s body bent further backwards.
“Jeeeeessssusssss!” Jasper screamed as he fell over the precipice.

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COMING SOON! Unbound Hearts: Read Chapter One

Chapter One He had better not be looking up my dress.Charmaine Evans eyed the man who held her feet in his hands while she stood on his shoulders. Benson Harris turned his head in the opposite direction. She rolled her eyes. Good thing her nude colored bra and undies matched. “When I give the word, give me a push.”She did not get an answer. He was looking up her dress. Charmaine dug her feet into Benson’s broad shoulders. His muscles strained and he wobbled a bit struggling to maintain his grip but Charmaine didn’t care. “If you want your eyes, you’d better focus them somewhere else. Or you may be feel the effects of a well-placed foot in your face.” Benson shifted his gaze and cleared his throat. “Sorry. I’m ready when you are.”Charmaine forgave him. Her long legs were well toned from hours in the gym. She would be offended if he did not look. “Okay, on my count, get me over this fence. One … two …”Benson gave her a hard shove, and Charmaine went airborne over the fence. “Argh!” Charmaine crash-landed through some azalea bushes onto some jagged mulch. Like a cat, she sprang to her feet. “Benson, I didn’t say three! And now I’m all banged up! Throw me my shoes.” Benson tossed her the flat-heeled shoes. He crawled over the fence and dropped next to her. “Sorry.” At six foot-three, Benson had been an officer in the navy before he retired at thirty-six. He still maintained his strict workout regimen running four miles a day and he ran marathons for sport.“Look at my knees.” Jagged lines and red welts marred her skin. The Inquisitordid not pay her enough for this mess. Okay, they did pay her enough—when she delivered a picture worthy enough to grace the front page.Charmaine dusted mulch and dirt off her yellow Ann Taylor dress and jammed her feet into her gold flats. If she had known this morning, she would be jumping a fence she would have worn her jeans and a shirt. But when a tip came in, you jump on it. No time to run home and change.  Benson handed Charmaine her prized Nikon SLR 70 mm camera. Charmaine had paid serious money for it. “Let’s go,” she whispered. They made their way across the lawn. Skulking in the shrubs, Charmaine held back her whoop of jubilation. They had done it. They had infiltrated NFL quarterback Jasper Orion’s stunning 11,000-square-foot brick house in Alpharetta, Georgia. Showtime.Her conscience pricked. This was trespassing. She was invading someone’s privacy. Just as quickly, Charmaine shoved away the thought. She was going to get that picture. Word was the NFL’s most outspoken Christian was shacked up with Amanda Moon, the model and girlfriend of Jasper’s best friend, Matthew Lands. Social media buzzed. Everybody chatted it up and wanted to know how much of a hypocrite Jasper was. Charmaine’s picture would give them the answer—and add twenty-five thousand dollars to her piggy bank. Cha-Ching!“They’re on the move!” Benson whispered. He pointed inside the house.Charmaine scurried to the window, glad she had had bribed the gardener to secure Jasper’s Dobermans for the night. She breathed rapidly as she and Benson scuttled around the back of the house. “I can’t get a shot,” she moaned. Even though she was five-eleven, the privacy screens were a foot above her head. Charmaine was not going to give up that easily. She stood with her back to him. “Put me on your shoulders again.” Benson cupped his hands. She stepped into them and climbed up until she straddled his shoulders. Her dress was a hindrance. In a swift move, Charmaine yanked her Anne Taylor dress over her head. Whatever had possessed her to wear bright yellow was beyond her. Even though it was September, it was in the eighties. Thank God for beautiful Atlanta weather. She tossed her dress to the ground.  With expert precision, she peered into the lens. Charmaine scanned the living area taking in the crystals hanging from the chandelier. She noted the deep purple drapes, firelights and the orchids lining the wedding arch. Her mouth drooled at the two-tiered white wedding cake resplendent with silver beads and flowers taking center position on a large oak table. Charmaine snapped several pictures and wiggled with excitement.“Keep still,” Benson said, gripping her legs.Charmaine giggled. “We’re going to get paid.” Her eyes took in the blond head belonging to Jasper Orion. She wished she could have captured those stunning blue eyes of his up close. Charmaine shrugged. The world knew his backside. They would know it was Jasper. She adjusted her lens and waited for him to turn around.Amanda entered the room dressed in a chiffon white gown. The styling was deceptively simple, but Charmaine knew it had set the model back several thousand dollars. Her glorious dark hair, which had been featured in hair commercials, was pinned with cascading curls.The couple hugged. Yes, Charmaine could see their faces. Here was her money shot.Focus. Aim. Click. Flash? Oh, goodness. When had she turned on the flash? Jasper and Amanda turned toward the window.“We’ve been made!” Charmaine cried. “Let me down!”Charmaine swung her legs behind his shoulders and slid down Benson’s back. She handed him her camera. “Run!” Benson grabbed it and sprinted across the lawn. “They’re on the move!” a voice yelled.Jasper Orion! Charmaine took off for the fence and saw Benson disappearing over the top. Instead of turning to assist her, the oaf left her behind in a trail of dust. She turned her head and saw Jasper hot on her trail. “Stop!” Jasper yelled. Like a good reporter, she had studied the layout of Jasper’s immense property. There was a patio on the side of his house overlooking the ravine. Think, Charmaine, think! Where was the patio? She closed her eyes to pull up a mental picture. Yes. She could see it.  It was on her left. She executed a sharp turn and bolted in that direction. As she ran across the lawn toward the trees, Charmaine’s brain registered a strange sound. Her eyes widened. Howls. She heard the distinct sound of howling. The dogs. Someone let the dogs out. She dodged around the trees, willing herself not to panic. “She’s over there!” With every ounce of athleticism she possessed, Charmaine made her way to the patio. She edge close to the two-foot brick fence. She gulped and bent over to look into the darkness of the valley below. That had to be at least two hundred feet. Charmaine trembled. I hate heights!“I think I see her!” Charmaine hyperventilated. You have to do this, she told herself, battling the sudden urge to pee. When she heard heavy panting and several howling dogs behind her, Charmaine knew she had no choice. She gripped the brick fence, twisted her body and flipped over. Holding on tight, Charmaine’s body dangled over the cliff. Her hands were cutting into the scaly brick chips. There were shrubs and very tall trees. If she jumped at an angle, she might land in one the trees and she could hide out until morning.Taking a deep breath, Charmaine hurled her body toward the trees.*** “She jumped!” Matt Lands yelled pointing to the patio. He raked his hands into his red curly hair, his eyes wide with disbelief. His dress shirt hung over his pants, and he had popped several buttons. Jasper Orion squinted and shoved past his burly friend. “She wouldn’t.” What would possess someone to jump over a ravine?His two Doberman Pinschers, Compass and Atlas, barked, baring their teeth. Jasper bent over to rub their ears. “It’s all right, boys. You did well.”  He peered over the cliff.Jasper cupped his mouth. “Are you down there?”The men heard a distinct feminine shriek. “She’s hanging on the ledge,” Jasper said.“Help me!” she screamed. “She fell!” Matt’s eyes were wide with horror.Amanda Moon raced to their sides. She had taken off her heels, her feet wet and muddied from the dirt and the dew. She had a flashlight, which she aimed toward the voice. Amanda’s green eyes widened and the men stared. Jasper saw a woman garbed in nude undies, tangled in a tree branch. “Who are you?” Jasper asked. His eyes scanned her chocolate skin. Matt gave a slight whistle before Amanda poked him in the chest.“My name is Charmaine Evans,” Charmaine said. “I’m with The Inquisitor.” Matt groaned. “A reporter. I should have known.” He shook his head. “She’s not a real reporter,” Amanda said. “That’s a trash mag.”  “Paparazzi,” Jasper snarled. He looked at Matt and Amanda. “Sorry about this, guys. I didn’t mean to ruin your wed—”Amanda placed a finger against her lips. Jasper understood. The interloper was no doubt listening. “Amanda, go call the cops,” Jasper said. He crooked his head at Matt. “Let’s get this invader and bring her inside.” Jasper made his way to the small fence. He saw the young woman huddled in the branches with her arms wrapped about her.  He stretched a hand toward her. Matt held onto his other hand for strength. “Give me your hand.”“I’m afraid,” she chattered. “I’m afraid of heights.”Jasper scowled. “Then why on earth did you jump?” He didn’t bother to wait for an answer. Instead, he motioned at her with his fingers. “Let’s go. The police will be here any minute.”“No, I can’t be on the news!” the woman shouted. “Oh, but it’s all right for you to plaster my face all over your filthy paper.” Resentment filled him. The young woman grabbed a branch and attempted to climb down.Jasper swung an arm to grab her hand. He encountered thin air. “Matt hold my legs,” he said. “Just leave her and let the cops handle it,” Matt said.“She’ll freeze. The temps are already dropping,” Jasper said. He plunged to the ground and reached a hand out.  “Charmaine, Take my hand,” he yelled. She shook her head. “I’ll fall.”“I’ll catch you. Trust me,” Jasper said. He turned to face Matt. “Hold me.”Matt nodded. Jasper inched over the cliff so his upper body hung off the cliff. He felt two large hands clamp his legs. She held out both of her hands. In a powerful motion, Jasper scooped her in his arms. He heard Matt grunt behind him. “Hold on, Matt,” Jasper said from between clenched teeth. It took serious strength but Jasper flipped Charmaine onto his back. Charmaine bucked her body against him. His mind registered muscle and a well-toned body. “Help!” Charmaine screamed.Jasper recognized her fear. “You’re not going to fall. Calm down.” He heard Matt yelling the same thing but Charmaine was a mean fight. He was getting scratched and kicked in places he could not mention. She was in full panic mode.“Grab her, Matt,” Jasper screamed.Matt released his grip on one leg to snatch Charmaine off him. Jasper twisted, hoping to rely on his upper body strength to grab the fence. But Matt’s grip slipped and gravity worked against him. Jasper felt his body arch backwards, almost in slow motion. At that moment, Jasper knew his fall was inevitable. He saw Matt skid to the ground. He flung a hand Jasper’s way. “Jasper!” Jasper grabbed at air because gravity worked against him. His arms flailed backwards and he hunched his body preparing for impact.“No!” Matt screamed. “Jasper!” Jasper’s body bent further backwards.
“Jeeeeessssusssss!” Jasper screamed as he fell over the precipice.

(C) 2014 by Michelle Lindo-Rice. All rights reserved.

Chapter One of THE FALL OF THE PRODIGAL

Chapter One
Rape.What an ugly four-letter word. The very idea was preposterous. He had been arrested for rape. Michael Ward shook his head, remembering the charges written under his mug shot. He did not have to take any woman by force. Look at him.He was at the top of his game. He began as an architectural designer. Then he moved into real estate where he purchased, rebuilt, and resold properties. It took some time, but his name meant something in the hotel resort business. Patrons knew any building bearing the MJW sealsignified quality and topnotch service, for a price, of course. He had two MJW hotels in New York City, three in Atlanta, two in London, and one in Dubai. He had spa resorts sprinkled across Florida, Texas, and Chicago, all with the MJW stamp of approval.Now, after all his hard work to build his empire, Michael could not imagine a nineteen-year-old bringing him to his knees.Last week, he had been cracking open a bottle of champagne, celebrating his newest property acquisition in Colorado. This week, he was squatting in the corner of a four-foot cell, waiting on Verona “Tiger” Stachs to post his bail and negotiate the terms of his release.How had he gotten here?He had been booked on multiple sex and assault charges and had almost lost his cool at his arraignment. The fact that it was September 11 was not lost on him either.Someone had set him up, and once he was out of here, he intended to find that person and make him pay. For the past few years of his life, Michael had become an expert at payback.“It’s all set,” Verona stated from the more desirable side of the bars. “You’ll be home within the hour.”“Took you long enough.” He did not say thank you. He paid her an annual salary to the tune of $700,000 and felt she should be thanking him. Michael walked to the entrance of the cell. “Did you bring it?”Verona wrinkled her nose at his rudeness. She reached inside her briefcase and retrieved a handkerchief and wipes and thrust them at him. “As you ordered.”Michael wiped his face and hands. He couldn’t wait to take a shower and let the water run for days. He doubted he’d ever feel clean again. The stench of jail would remain with him. “What about the press?”“The hounds are barking,” came the wry reply.He glared. “Is this amusing to you? Do you know what it’s like to sit in this squalor inhaling the stink of dried urine and other body fluids I refuse to dwell on?”She shook her head. “I’m sorry. It was bad taste. It won’t happen again.”Michael took pity on her. He was good-natured, but his reputation and life were on the line. This was no laughing matter. Verona had worked through the night to find a judge to grant his bail hearing. Thanks to her, he would spend the night in his own bed. He could cut her some slack. “I’m sure I’ll laugh about this at some point in my life,” he said in a gentler tone, “but for now, I want to get home.”Verona yawned and stretched, but her eyes were still sharp. “Let me go over the terms of your release.”The guard on duty unlocked his cell. Michael used the handkerchief to touch the iron door as he came out. His first stop was the restroom. Next, Verona led him to a small meeting room. On the table, he saw Chinese food, juice, and coffee. The aroma of chicken lo mein and beef with broccoli filled the room. His stomach growled and his mouth watered. Michael twirled some of the noodles around the small plastic fork and took a bite. He smiled. “Thank you.”“With your estate, the judge sees you as a flight risk. Therefore, your business assets, bank accounts, and credit card accounts have all been frozen. You must surrender your passport.”Michael munched as he processed Verona’s words. He felt like punching a wall but took another bite of his food instead. He was not a criminal. It was debasing to be treated as such, but what choice did he have?He wiped his mouth. “Where do I sign the papers?”“The press is camped outside the police station. You’re worldwide news. The chief of police agreed to shuttle you home in an unmarked police car. I’ve arranged for a stand-in to lead them off your trail.”“I like the way you think.” Michael arched his eyebrow in appreciation. She was smart, cunning, and deserved every dollar he was paying her.“There’s one other thing. I can’t represent you. I specialized in criminal trial in law school and I practiced for a short time so I was able to fill in tonight. But you need the best. I have some referrals.”“No, I have someone in mind.” Michael tapped his fingers on the table. He knew the perfect person. It had been years since Michael had spoken to him. There was no time like the present.“Great! Who is he? Give me his name. I need to brief him.”“I’ll have to handle this one myself.” He did not relish begging, but he needed someone with tenacity and a proven track record of winning hard-to-prove cases. There was only one man who fit that bill. “Do I know him?” Verona asked.“Yes, as a matter of fact you do.” Michael said. “Do you remember when you handled my paternity case?” He referred to the time when he had pursued custody of the two children from his previous marriage. Michael knew they were not his, but he had wanted them. It was selfish. In his defense, he had been on a different track then.“Oh, yes, I remember. If memory serves me right, didn’t you drop that case? Wait a minute, wasn’t it against—”He cut her off. “I sure did after I found out—”“What happened? What aren’t you telling me?” Perched on the edge of the seat, Verona’s eyes shone with curiosity.Michael clammed up when he saw the interest in Verona’s eyes. He knew she was curious to know why he had suddenly dropped the custody case three years ago. He had not told her then, and he did not intend to now.Michael dropped the case when he learned he had fathered his own children. No one but his mother knew about his fraternal two-year-old twins. Twins he had never seen.Old hurt surfaced. Michael hardened his heart. He did not share too much of himself anymore. Not after he had been burned by love.He said, “What you may not remember is my ex-wife’s husband, Keith, is a former attorney. I plan to ask him to lead my defense if we go to trial. Note the word ‘if.’”“The likelihood is one hundred percent,” she said. “Wait. Are you talking about the same Keith I’m thinking of? Minister and host of Second Chances you put on blast on national television, when you revealed he’d slept with your ex-wife and fathered her two children? That Keith?” She looked at him like he was crazy.Michael dared her to say something. He had not gotten where he was in business by being a coward. When he wanted something, he went after it with dogged tenacity. Right now, he wanted—no, needed—Pastor Keith Ward.The man who had stolen his wife.His brother.Order Your CopyFor more sample chapters go to www.michellelindorice.comJoin my mailing list to keep up with all my books.

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Theresa A. Campbell Theresa A. Campbell is the author of the captivating novels, "Are You There, God?" and "God Has Spoken." She was born and raised in Jamaica West Indies. She received her associate's degree in business administration from Bronx Community College, a bachelor's degree in business administration from Baruch College, and a master's degree in business administration from Fairleigh Dickinson University.Theresa has had a deep passion for reading since she was a child. It is her desire to inspire readers by writing stories from the heart to uplift their faith in God.


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HOW HARD IS IT TO FORGIVE?After finding the biological mother who abandoned her as a baby, learning the identity of her birth father and her biological brother, Dupree is left distraught and betrayed. Like a volcano about to erupt, she vows to have nothing to do with her newly discovered family--so help her God! However, if Dupree's mother, Tiny, has anything to say about it, Dupree won't be able to keep that vow. 

How does a former teenaged runaway become a wealthy, sophisticated business executive? Tiny's quest for happiness and independence in Kingston, Jamaica, has taken her on a life-altering journey through hell. After a vicious attack and a serious sickness that leaves her fighting for her life in the hospital, Tiny prays for death . . . but then God speaks. Will she listen to His voice? What exactly is He saying?


Read An ExcerptMoments later, her eyes popped opened and widened in terror at the faces looming above her. A scream started in her throat but was muffled by the huge hand covering her mouth. She tried to move her arms, but they were pinned to her side. Desperately, she tried to kick her legs, but they wouldn’t move. She attempted to twist her body but could barely move. Tiny was pinned down to the ground.Helpless, the tears leaked down the side of her eyes, wetting her neck before disappearing in the grass behind her body.“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” the menacing voice boomed in Tiny’s ear. “I think Santa is a little early this year.” A chorus of harsh laughter rang out into the night. A cold chill ran down Tiny’s spine.Visibly shuddering, her panic intensified, again, Tiny tried to move her body, but to no avail.“Relax!” the command echoed in her ear. “You give us a hard time, and I’ll put a bullet in your skull. Understand?”But Tiny writhed even more. Twisting this way, turning that way, she felt her body loosen a little against the human restraints. A burst of energy washed over her, and she kicked out her right leg, making contact with something soft. Angry expletives reverberated in the air.Baff! A hard fist connected with Tiny’s left eye, snapping her head further back into the grass. Pain exploded in her head as she thrashed wildly in the grass. Arms frantically tried to hold her. But she bit into the hand over her mouth and screamed in terror.Tiny was slapped repeatedly. Her face was on fire. Undeterred, like a wildcat, she clawed and yelled. “Help! Help! Somebody, help me!”Order your copy on AmazonOrder on Barnes and NobleTheresa would love to hear from her readers. You may contact her at:
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Guest Post: What are your top ten best books?

Welcome Author Meiah Shaun


When I am not writing, I am reading different books and articles.  I enjoy reading Christian fiction books and non-fiction books by inspirational authors.
Bishop T.D. Jakes is my pastor and his books have blessed my life.  One of my favorite books by Bishop Jakes is called Reposition Yourself.  The book taught me to break generational curses in order to fulfill my destiny. Bishop T.D. Jakes has a new book called Instinct.  I learned how to use my inner wisdom and actions when making decisions.  When I listen carefully to my instincts, it will lead me to my destiny where I can fulfill God’s plan for my life. R.G. LeTourneau is the founder of LeTourneau University, my alma mater.  As a student, I enjoyed his book called Mover of Men and Mountains.  His book taught me how to conduct business using biblical principles. Dr. JoAnne Cornwell is the founder of her trademarked company, Sisterlocks.  Her book is called That Hair Thing.  It’s an inspiration to me.  It’s a great read and it educated me about natural hair and sisterlocks.   Kinky Gazpacho by Lori Tharps is another great read.  I discovered this book while I was transitioning into wearing my natural hair.  Her book is a memoir and it’s a fascinating story.  In her memoir, she described how she was perceived by her brown skin and her kinky hair texture when she lived in Spain.Lori Tharps co-authored Hair Story, Untangling the Roots of Black Hair in America with author, Ayana Byrd.  The book educated me about the history African hair in America.Winning in Troubled Times by Dr. Creflo Dollar is an awesome read.  I learned about forgiveness.  I learned that when you forgive someone that you will be restored and healed from your pain.  I also read Beauty for Ashes by Joyce Meyer.  I love her book because it helped me to heal spiritually and emotionally from low self esteem and life disappointments.  Her book taught me to strengthen my relationship with God and to allow God to heal my wounds.One of my favorite inspirational books is No More Sheets by Dr. Juanita Bynum.  Her book taught me how to be a virtuous woman of God.  By studying Dr. Bynum’s book, I learned God’s principal for marriage and to how to conduct myself with dignity and honor. I love to read the Bible to study the word of God which gives me strength and revelation.

#marvalousarethyworks Marvelous Are Thy WorksAuthor:...

#marvalousarethyworks Marvelous Are Thy WorksAuthor: Meiah ShaunPaperback: 120 pagesPublisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (July 12, 2014)ISBN-10: 1500398039 ISBN-13: 978-1500398033Genre: Inspirational, Christian Fiction, Novella About The Author Meiah Shaun is an inspirational author and freelance writer. She is a graduate of LeTourneau University. She is a native of Orange, Texas and currently resides in Plano, Texas. Meiah Shaun is the author of Marvelous Are Thy Works, a novella. Meiah Shaun has a special interest in empowering African American women to self love and to embrace their natural hair. She and her twin sister rock Sisterlocks. Her fraternal twin sister is thirteen minutes older than her.Meiah Shaun is featured on Ezinearticles.com as a platinum level author penning articles on numerous topics such as inspirational, spirituality, goal setting to shopping and product reviews. Meiah Shaun enjoys writing, reading, cooking, jazz music and making scrapbooks.About The Book Fatima, her best friend Lauryn and her cousin Sheba are natural hair stylist at All Natural Hair Salon in Washington, DC. Fatima wants to build a brand and invest into other business ventures for their salon. She desires to empower African American women by motivational speaking about the natural hair movement. She wants to travel nationally to spread her message. Lauryn and Sheba have rejected Fatima’s business proposal. They are going through different life events and are struggling to maintain their friendships while doing business together. Fatima’s boyfriend has not proposed after dating her for over five years. Fatima has to stand on her faith and follow her instincts as she moves into her destiny. Marvelous Are Thy Works is an inspirational story about natural hair empowerment, self love and relationships.
Chapter 1All Natural Hair Salon’s busiest time was the first weekend of the month. Fatima made it to the salon at ten o’clock that morning. After parking her car in front of the salon, she noticed Lauryn and Sheba were already inside. The front window shades were pulled back and the lights were on.“Good morning, ladies,” Fatima said as she walked through the door. “Good morning, Fatima,” Lauryn answered, while sashaying to her workstation in her high heels and locs pulled back into a lobster tail style. Always the diva, Lauryn appeared to be in a good mood and eager to work.“Hey, girl, you finally made it in,” Sheba said as she sorted through her laundry bag of towels. Her hair was loose in a kinky and curly twist-out hairstyle. She was dressed comfortably in white skinny jeans.“Are there any messages for me?” Fatima asked. “A young lady called to make an appointment. She requested a low maintenance hairstyle.” “What time did she call?” Fatima inquired. “She called a few minutes before you walked in,” Lauryn replied. “She said her name was Danielle Evans.”“Did she leave her phone number?” “I put it on your desk,” she said. Fatima continued to her station so she could check her itinerary for the day. It was unusually free. “I’ll just work a half day and meet up with my honey later,” she told her co-workers.Fatima then sat in her chair and started daydreaming about the day she would become Mrs. Ephraim Okoye. She could not wait to see him. “Ladies, what are your plans today?” Fatima questioned. “I have a couple of appointments for locs retightening, and I got a new client scheduled this morning. He’s a chef and new in town.” Lauryn smirked while doing a shimmy with her shoulders to show her excitement.“A new male client? Girl, you be pullin’ the men,” teased Sheba. “I need to pull a husband.”“Baby, I met my husband when I wasn’t even lookin’. I was minding my own business down at the Farmer’s Market and––”Lauryn rolled her eyes. “Sheba, you’ve told that story so many times,” she said, cutting Sheba off and looking down at her iPad to show her disinterest in hearing it again. Sheba walked over to Lauryn and tapped her on the knee with her forefinger. “When you least expect it, that’s when you’re gonna meet him. It happened to me, girl!”“I wish God would hurry up and send him!” Lauryn snipped. “Most married people forget what it’s like to be single, so it’s easy for them to tell someone else to be patient.” “That’s not true,” Sheba replied.Fatima butted in. “Some women who are married have never had to experience being single for long.”“Don’t you just hate that, girl?” Lauryn said. “Then they try to tell you to wait and have faith. Chile, please!”Social Links
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Guest Post: Ten Tips for Becoming A Better Writer

Welcome Author Dupe Olorun
Sister Mary Clarence (Whoopi Goldberg) of the Sister Act 2 fame, said these words to convince one of her talented students to join her choir:  “... Rainer Maria Rilke. He's a fabulous writer. A fellow used to write to him and say: "I want to be a writer. Please read my stuff." And Rilke says to this guy: "Don't ask me about being a writer. lf when you wake up in the morning you can think of nothing but writing...then you're a writer."I'm gonna say the same thing to you. If you wake up in the mornin' and you can't think of anything but singin' first...then you're supposed to be a singer.”If you are reading this then you probably do think about writing often, maybe not every morning but often enough for you to feel a little bit uncomfortable if you are not writing. Here are a few tips I have found useful along my writing journey…  1)    WRITE The very first step in being a real writer is to actually write. I often come across people who use the opportunity of having read my books to tell me how much they’ve always wanted to write. My response is always the same; “So why  aren’t you writing?” This might sound like a no-brainer but the only way to be a writer, or a better writer is to write. Start today. All it takes is to open a fresh page on your computer, write a word, then a sentence and a paragraph. See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?
2)    PLANOnce you have put together a page or two and have become hooked to the idea of actually writing, the next piece of advice is to take a step back during the early days of your creative process and produce an outline of where your book is going.
An outline helps to plan and provide direction. It’s like the foundation and the pillars of a house; once done, you just have to fill in the bricks. Abraham Lincoln said, “Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.”
3)    SET TIMELINESWe have deadlines for almost every activity that pops up in our daily lives. Time to wake up, time to get to work, closing time, time to eat, time for special projects and time for bed. If you don’t have a timeline for your writing, you will never get it done. Set a timeline to complete a first draft. Be dedicated to it. Be assured that once you achieve that mark, there is no going back.
“Deadlines aren't bad. They help you organize your time. They help you set priorities. They make you get going when you might not feel like it.”© Harvey Mackay
4)    FOCUSImbibe one of the habits of serious writers. Time set aside for writing each day should be used for just that. Writing time is also time to turn off the Internet, take a break from social media and unplug the television.
5)    BE THE BEST YOU CAN BEThat should be your motto in writing. It’s not a place to cut corners or leave loose knots untied. Good has always been the enemy of the best. Once you have finished your first draft, then re-work, re-edit and re-write until you have what you believe is your best possible output. 
6)    SEEK PROFESSIONAL SUPPORTTrust me, once you have your finished work, it’s still not good enough. That is where professionals come in. You might have to cough out a little cash, but there are people that can help with your story structure, editing, manuscript critique and so on. You can also read self-help books on the writing process.
7)    UNDERSTAND YOUR GENREYou must have a good understanding of what your potential readers want and tailor your content and writing to reach your audience. It helps to read books written by the best writers in your Genre. Understand and adopt the principles that make their writing shine.
8)    BE OPEN TO CRITICISMFrom family and friends who read your first draft to professionals who you pay to review your work, do expect tons of criticism. It’s all good and can only make your work better.  
9)    KEEP A JOTTERYou will be surprised at how many brilliant ideas and pockets of inspiration will fill your mind on the go. Do write them down. It can be so frustrating when you get home and try to recall that flash of brilliance but just can’t.
10) KEEP ON WRITINGHave you noticed that the more you do anything, the better you become at it? The more you write, the easier it becomes. KEEP ON WRITING.

AUTHOR: DUPE OLORUNJO BOOK TITLE: A BEAUTIFUL WILDERNESS...

AUTHOR: DUPE OLORUNJO BOOK TITLE: A BEAUTIFUL WILDERNESS GENRE: INSPIRATIONAL FICTION Paperback: 222 pages Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (May 27, 2014) ISBN-10: 1492275042 ISBN-13: 978-1492275046 ABOUT THE AUTHOR Dupe Olorunjo is an Inspirational fiction writer who loves to create stories to challenge her readers to consider life-changing possibilities sometimes outside their normal reach.She is also the author of TAILED, a compelling tale of a troubled family of five; and THE AIREGINAN DREAM, the story of one man’s quest to set his country free from the shackles of corruption. ABOUT THE BOOK Keanu Omira is a wealthy Nigerian private equity investor whose ruthless backroom dealings have brought him to the top of the corporate ladder. Driven by passion to escape memories of his childhood poverty, he would do anything, hurt anyone to keep his fortune growing; leaving him with little thought for his family. Cathy Omira, a beautiful and successful events manager loves her husband still and hates the towering invisible wall growing between them. Her distress mounts daily as she tries to understand why Keanu cheats on her and doesn’t seem to care enough for their two adorable children. One bright morning, Keanu is on his way to seal a hostile takeover of a fledgling company owned by his childhood friend Bisi Sanders, when he is involved in a ghastly car accident. From that point, his life takes an unusual downward spiral. He is helpless as subsequent events trap him in a remote place he never knew existed. As the hand of the clock cycles on and Keanu’s ambitions no longer mean much to him, all he craves for is a chance to unearth what is fast becoming an elusive key to aid his return back home. Will he ever find it? Click here to Read sample chapter SOCIAL LINKS BUY LINKS Tour Hosted by WLN Book Tours Author Tour Schedule