New Release Showcase
Today I am so excited to share the new release by my friend and sisterscribe,
Vonna Ivory Joseph
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The Saint Christmas Social Club
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About the Author
Vonna Ivory Joseph is the author of seven women’s contemporary novels. Her work is decidedly southern. A fresh voice in storytelling which focuses on what she calls, The New South. Joseph is dedicated to sharing her perspective with razor sharp observations, wit and honesty.
Blurb:
“This fort sucks the life out of everyone who’s had the misfortune of calling it home.”
The Evermoors of Saint Christmas Bay, FL were a storied bunch with a rich legacy dating back to the 1800’s. January Cates was one of them, but not by name. He was born to the legacy and all of its benefits, but not to the right woman. Born an outsider, he never fit into their world and created his own. Traversing the line between the only male heir to the Evermoor fortune by day and maintaining his self-appointed image as a fierce fight promoter by night, Cates’ wherewithal begins to thin.Meghan Thomas was to a strict, outspoken mother and a widely admired father. A typical firstborn, Meghan was dutiful and eager to please, even if doing so she was completely lost to herself. After a courageous move to escape an abusive relationship whilst sparing her family’s sterling reputation, she meets the dark and mysterious January Cates.
A rich cast of characters and a historical fort help both January and Egypt figure out who they really are and how to find the freedom they both so strongly desire.Excerpt
“Teeny, I’m telling you, the girl has a secret.” “So, do you. So, do I. Who doesn’t?” Rooster heaved a signature sigh of exasperation. “I thought you cared so much about you precious baby brother.” “Our precious baby brother. What does he have to do with her secrets?” Rooster scoffed. “Are you blind, Woman? That young man is smitten. Come on out of that outhouse, Christina Evermoor! I feel like a backwoods hillbilly with all this yelling. Come on out of there.” Teeny appeared wearing a fluffy towel tucked around her large bosom and curvy hips. “Jesus, Teeny!” Rooster said raising her hands to cover her eyes. “You said come on out. Which way do you want it? I get naked in the tub and my clothes are in there,” Teeny said breezing past her red-faced sister into her home. “Of course, Jan’s smitten. Jan hasn’t met a woman who hasn’t enchanted him. He’s built that way. It’s not breaking news, Murphy Brown.” Rooster sighed again and put her feet up on the empty chair in front of her. “She’s on the run or something.” “How do you know?” Rooster didn’t answer right away. She couldn’t tell Teeny about the cameras she’d had installed throughout the manor. “Look at her. She wrecks a Mercedes Benz and doesn’t blink an eye. She hasn’t made a single inquiry about a seventy-thousand-dollar vehicle. Her manners are impeccable, her diction spot on and have you seen the quality of those diamonds in her ears?” “I like her. She’s down to earth.” “More evidence!” Rooster interjected, pointing into the air to drive home her point. “Her total lack of pretension speaks to good breeding.” “Breeding!” Teeny huffed with a loud laugh. “Like your dogs? You’re crazy.” “I may be, but I know that young woman is running from something. Remember, Christina, I was an investigative reporter.” “And you’ve always been a busy body,” Teeny added. “Yeah well, it’s served me well.” “Has it?” “Yes, it has! Aren’t you the least bit concerned about a strange woman showing up at our doorstep and beguiling your blessed boy?” Teeny appeared at the threshold of the bus towel drying her shoulder length coils. The mid-morning sunlight shone through the colorful pom-pom lined kaftan she wore exposing her bare breasts and clean shaven mound. Rooster turned up her lips and nose at her younger sister. “She didn’t show up on our doorstep. He brought her, and you took the call, Nut. He’s a grown man, as you know and no, I’m not worried about Jan. He’s sharp and by no means gullible.” “Surely, you’re a little curious about her.” Rooster said leaning on her elbows towards Teeny. “Not really. I’m more interested in how much you pay that groomer to dogsit, than I am in this useless gossip.” Rooster sat up and smacked her palms against the aluminum table. “Useless gossip! You gossip!” “I most certainly do not. I’m often the topic of gossip. I do not participate.” Rooster pulled the empty chair out scraping it against the tiny deck. “Come on, Teeny. We’re sisters. We used to share everything.” Something turned cold in Teeny’s eyes. “No, we didn’t.” The airy quality in her voice evaporated leaving only steel. Rooster shrunk in her chair. “You know what I mean.” she said, shrinking under Teeny’s intense gaze. “I do. And you know what I mean.” The corners of Rooster’s mouth dipped, and she swallowed hard. Teeny wouldn’t let her off the hook. “Teeny, I’m sorry I left the way I did.” “You never even called. You just showed up at Mama’s deathbed looking for remorse…” “That’s not fair,” Rooster nearly whispered. “Fair,” Teeny guffawed. “That’s hardly a mature word for a woman of your station and education Augustine. Fair.” “I was a child.” “Bull. You were old enough to marry. Old enough to pack up and turn on your entire family. And old enough to never look back.” “Never? I’m right here.” “But, why, Rooster? Because, Duke’s gone? Do you think I’m so simple I don’t know that you’re only here because your husband is dead and you have no one else in your life, but Jan and me?” Rooster stood and lowered her head. “Answer me, Rooster. Please. Be straight with me. After mama was in the ground you left again. Then one day you show up with a moving truck, those damn dogs and no explanation. You just moved in and started giving orders. Changing things and sending daddy away.” “Daddy needed more help than we could give!” Rooster shouted shaking her hands at Teeny before tossing them in the air. “I can’t do this. Not now. Not like this.” “Oh,” Teeny crowed. “You were all set to tear into that girls’ secrets, but not your own. We’re sisters, remember?” “Teeny stop it!” “Fine. I’ll stop but know this Sissy. Who we used to be is no more. And until you can be straight with me, we won’t ever be again. January Christmas Cates and Saint Christmas Evermoor is all the family I have, and you made it that way.”
Where you can find Vonna:
http://www.vonnajoseph.com/https://amzn.to/2WpoJPy
FB: https://www.facebook.com/VonnaGoodEnough/IG: https://www.instagram.com/author_she_lives_ivoryjoseph/Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Vonna-Ivory-Joseph
About the Author
Vonna Ivory Joseph is the author of seven women’s contemporary novels. Her work is decidedly southern. A fresh voice in storytelling which focuses on what she calls, The New South. Joseph is dedicated to sharing her perspective with razor sharp observations, wit and honesty.
Blurb:
“This fort sucks the life out of everyone who’s had the misfortune of calling it home.”
The Evermoors of Saint Christmas Bay, FL were a storied bunch with a rich legacy dating back to the 1800’s. January Cates was one of them, but not by name. He was born to the legacy and all of its benefits, but not to the right woman. Born an outsider, he never fit into their world and created his own. Traversing the line between the only male heir to the Evermoor fortune by day and maintaining his self-appointed image as a fierce fight promoter by night, Cates’ wherewithal begins to thin.Meghan Thomas was to a strict, outspoken mother and a widely admired father. A typical firstborn, Meghan was dutiful and eager to please, even if doing so she was completely lost to herself. After a courageous move to escape an abusive relationship whilst sparing her family’s sterling reputation, she meets the dark and mysterious January Cates.A rich cast of characters and a historical fort help both January and Egypt figure out who they really are and how to find the freedom they both so strongly desire.Excerpt
“Teeny, I’m telling you, the girl has a secret.” “So, do you. So, do I. Who doesn’t?” Rooster heaved a signature sigh of exasperation. “I thought you cared so much about you precious baby brother.” “Our precious baby brother. What does he have to do with her secrets?” Rooster scoffed. “Are you blind, Woman? That young man is smitten. Come on out of that outhouse, Christina Evermoor! I feel like a backwoods hillbilly with all this yelling. Come on out of there.” Teeny appeared wearing a fluffy towel tucked around her large bosom and curvy hips. “Jesus, Teeny!” Rooster said raising her hands to cover her eyes. “You said come on out. Which way do you want it? I get naked in the tub and my clothes are in there,” Teeny said breezing past her red-faced sister into her home. “Of course, Jan’s smitten. Jan hasn’t met a woman who hasn’t enchanted him. He’s built that way. It’s not breaking news, Murphy Brown.” Rooster sighed again and put her feet up on the empty chair in front of her. “She’s on the run or something.” “How do you know?” Rooster didn’t answer right away. She couldn’t tell Teeny about the cameras she’d had installed throughout the manor. “Look at her. She wrecks a Mercedes Benz and doesn’t blink an eye. She hasn’t made a single inquiry about a seventy-thousand-dollar vehicle. Her manners are impeccable, her diction spot on and have you seen the quality of those diamonds in her ears?” “I like her. She’s down to earth.” “More evidence!” Rooster interjected, pointing into the air to drive home her point. “Her total lack of pretension speaks to good breeding.” “Breeding!” Teeny huffed with a loud laugh. “Like your dogs? You’re crazy.” “I may be, but I know that young woman is running from something. Remember, Christina, I was an investigative reporter.” “And you’ve always been a busy body,” Teeny added. “Yeah well, it’s served me well.” “Has it?” “Yes, it has! Aren’t you the least bit concerned about a strange woman showing up at our doorstep and beguiling your blessed boy?” Teeny appeared at the threshold of the bus towel drying her shoulder length coils. The mid-morning sunlight shone through the colorful pom-pom lined kaftan she wore exposing her bare breasts and clean shaven mound. Rooster turned up her lips and nose at her younger sister. “She didn’t show up on our doorstep. He brought her, and you took the call, Nut. He’s a grown man, as you know and no, I’m not worried about Jan. He’s sharp and by no means gullible.” “Surely, you’re a little curious about her.” Rooster said leaning on her elbows towards Teeny. “Not really. I’m more interested in how much you pay that groomer to dogsit, than I am in this useless gossip.” Rooster sat up and smacked her palms against the aluminum table. “Useless gossip! You gossip!” “I most certainly do not. I’m often the topic of gossip. I do not participate.” Rooster pulled the empty chair out scraping it against the tiny deck. “Come on, Teeny. We’re sisters. We used to share everything.” Something turned cold in Teeny’s eyes. “No, we didn’t.” The airy quality in her voice evaporated leaving only steel. Rooster shrunk in her chair. “You know what I mean.” she said, shrinking under Teeny’s intense gaze. “I do. And you know what I mean.” The corners of Rooster’s mouth dipped, and she swallowed hard. Teeny wouldn’t let her off the hook. “Teeny, I’m sorry I left the way I did.” “You never even called. You just showed up at Mama’s deathbed looking for remorse…” “That’s not fair,” Rooster nearly whispered. “Fair,” Teeny guffawed. “That’s hardly a mature word for a woman of your station and education Augustine. Fair.” “I was a child.” “Bull. You were old enough to marry. Old enough to pack up and turn on your entire family. And old enough to never look back.” “Never? I’m right here.” “But, why, Rooster? Because, Duke’s gone? Do you think I’m so simple I don’t know that you’re only here because your husband is dead and you have no one else in your life, but Jan and me?” Rooster stood and lowered her head. “Answer me, Rooster. Please. Be straight with me. After mama was in the ground you left again. Then one day you show up with a moving truck, those damn dogs and no explanation. You just moved in and started giving orders. Changing things and sending daddy away.” “Daddy needed more help than we could give!” Rooster shouted shaking her hands at Teeny before tossing them in the air. “I can’t do this. Not now. Not like this.” “Oh,” Teeny crowed. “You were all set to tear into that girls’ secrets, but not your own. We’re sisters, remember?” “Teeny stop it!” “Fine. I’ll stop but know this Sissy. Who we used to be is no more. And until you can be straight with me, we won’t ever be again. January Christmas Cates and Saint Christmas Evermoor is all the family I have, and you made it that way.”
Where you can find Vonna:
http://www.vonnajoseph.com/https://amzn.to/2WpoJPy
FB: https://www.facebook.com/VonnaGoodEnough/IG: https://www.instagram.com/author_she_lives_ivoryjoseph/Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Vonna-Ivory-Joseph
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