It's another Fab Friday and today's featured author is Danyelle Scroggins. She's here to share her novel, Enduring Love. The plans of our lives don't always align with the plans of God. When we become lost in our thoughts and plans, the Lord has a way of bringing things back to reality. Read on...

No one ever truly realizes the power of their love, until love is tested and they have to endure things unimaginable and sometimes hurtful. And if the truth is declared, no one wants to but…
Sometimes we find ourselves standing in the test of love, and this is exactly where Priscilla Marshall finds herself. Married to Steven since she graduated college, together they were the perfect couple. Both making successful business moves, both loved their choices, but one had a secret that could change their lives.

Priscilla, now forced to make a plan to secure her future, finds out that a plan without God involved is not a plan at all because “Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails” (Proverbs 19:21).

What will God use to make this woman’s plan come full circle with His own, and after the test, will they find that they truly do have an Enduring Love?

Priscilla is the wife of Steven Marshall and the owner of Marshall’s Mortgage. She’s too wise for her own good and has decided that instead of exposing her husband, she would rather clean him dry and leave the marriage. Her plan seems to be going just fine until Priscilla gets the shock of her life.
Now confused, she attends the Love Never Fails retreat in Loving, Texas hosted by her college friend and roommate, Serafine. Priscilla finds out that no plan will ever work outside of God’s plan which will always prevail. And this causes her to determine if she and Steven truly have an Enduring Love.
 
“Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil.”
1 Corinthians 13:4-5

Priscilla reasoned why God would choose her to be the carrier of life. Married for almost fifteen years, sexual pleasures only happened on special occasions. Often without romance, and starting with a touch here, feel there, and a real quick release on his part. The thought of making a baby vanished long ago.

In reality, indecisiveness plagued her like a severe toothache regarding being a wife or instead, being his wife. Her mind and ambitions settled on being the audacious executive she fancied herself. Relinquishing all thoughts of motherhood, that were now nowhere in the plan.
Many are the plans of man…but it is the Lord’s plans that prevail.

Dr. Thorpe’s private practice became her haven, the place where swift answers and solutions to her most pressing issues materialized. Today, he acted as the grim reaper delivering death-blows instead of solutions. Death to her plans, dreams, and her one hundred and thirty-five-pound figure. She worked hard for her body, and to destroy it for a child neither of them wanted put her in a complete stupor. 
      
As she sat in a makeshift gown barely covering her breasts, Priscilla sighed. Moving to get more comfortable on the green leather table-bed covered with a sheet of wrinkled white paper, she felt hopeless. Priscilla swung her legs as though they could propel her into another space in time. She took a deep breath. Lumps in her throat seemed to suffocate her and caused her to give in to the explosive stream of tears cascading down her face.

How am I going to care for a child in the midst of running a company? Marshall’s Mortgage a premier mortgage company and her baby, her purpose that bequeathed her employees who became family. A creative concept and idea birthed right after leaving college with a degree in accounting and nourished with intensity and integrity. The thought of leaving it with anyone for more than a day or two frightened her. Because of this baby, she would have no choice.

“Priscilla? Are you alright?” Dr. Thorpe inquired.

Startled by his voice and still confused, she hadn’t noticed his return. “Dr. Thorpe, I’m not alright. This pregnancy is so unexpected. I thought maybe the flu or a virus. But this? I took a darn pill every day since Steven and I married. They’re supposed to prevent this. I don’t understand how it could happen,” she responded with a pant and sniffle between words.
      
“I’ve been an OB doctor for well over twenty years, and I promise I see women who swear they took their birth-control pill on time and still got pregnant. I know you are quite familiar with God and His work. And, I consider us close friends so I can say this.”
 
Priscilla nodded.

“No matter what and how we try, we can never abort the plans of God. He knows this child is going to gain a complete knowledge of Him. The Father chose you and Steven to protect, nurture, and train him or her in the way they should go. Priscilla instead of the questions why and how be excited, and grateful God chose you.”

“I don’t feel like this is something I want to do. I don’t even know if I can do it.”

“Talk to Steven about this before you make any rash decisions. If you want my opinion, I believe you can do all things through Christ. Priscilla, He will strengthen you. Could this baby be the next president or a future author? Who knows? But one thing is for sure, you will never know if you don’t allow this child the opportunity to be presented to the world.” As Dr. Thorpe patted Priscilla on the shoulder he continued, “Now, you can get dressed. Here’s a little baggy with goodies in it like prenatal vitamins, iron pills, and a couple of packages of ointment for your skin to prevent stretch marks.”

“I guess. I sure would prefer some more birth control and condoms, but since it is what it is, my choice doesn’t matter. Gotta find a way to accept what God allowed. Thank you for my goodies.” She smirked, acknowledging the brown paper bag in her hand.

"Exactly.  Now get dressed. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Priscilla slid off the table, pulled the paper gown off, and glanced at herself in the mirror over the sink. She retrieved her panties, skirt, shirt, scarf, and blazer from behind the dressing area and in slow motion began to dress. Fully clothed, she threw the paper gown in the trash and peered at herself once again.

Noticing the trail of tear stains on her cheeks, she snatched a couple of the brown napkins from the dispenser. Priscilla turned on the faucet, wet the napkins, and wrung out the excess water before washing her face. She reapplied her makeup to restore the picture of perfection before she’d received the shock of her life. Priscilla’s mind drifted to the man who refused to pull out in time.

Steven warned her on rare occasions during sex God would not punish him for spilling his goods on the ground. He did what she cautioned him not to do. And now this. She felt upset, and by her book, had every right to be. Although being upset would not solve anything, at least having somewhere to direct her anger could bring relief. The more she thought of Steven, the angrier she got. So much she answered, “What?”, when Dr. Thorpe knocked on the door.

“Here’s the reminder of your next appointment date.” Even though she didn’t respond, he continued.

“On your next visit, you’ll have an ultrasound to determine the around about day of conception. We would like to get as close as possible to the date of conception so the little person won’t have to be in his or her mother’s womb a day or hour longer than needed”. 

At least he’s not like other doctors acting as if they could specify the date of conception to the tee. Heck, I know precisely when Steven bombarded his way into my private space.

After hugging Dr. Thorpe without saying one word, she gathered her stuff, walked out the room into the waiting area, and nodded goodbye to nurse Carol. Retrieving her keys from the bottom of her champagne colored Steve Madden bag, she sighed. Put your big girl panties on Priscilla.

Her navy wool blazer did little to protect her body from the sharp piercing Louisiana wind. Instinctively, she draped her beautiful pink multicolored scarf around her neck and used the excess fabric to cover her head. Moving in swift strides, with hopes of keeping as warm as possible, Priscilla pushed the button on her keychain to her convertible BMW 435i.

She opened the door, placed the brown bag of goodies in the backseat, then climbed into her car. After securing the locks and her seatbelt, Priscilla searched through her car’s artist collection for some music to minister to her broken spirit. She selected Marvin Sapp’s “Here I Am.” “Come on, Pastor Marvin, convince me please God has His hands on and around me,” she mumbled as the song began to play. “God, I know You will provide for me. This is Your will.”

Invasive tears cascaded down her face ruining her makeup again. This time she decided not to repair, because instead of going back to her office, Priscilla drove towards home. With a quick push of the phone button on the radio console, she instructed the voice-activated operator to dial her office. After the third ring, a female voice answered.

“Good afternoon, Marshall’s Mortgage. How may we be of service to you?”

Regina answered with professional charm because Priscilla would have it no other way. Greetings were Priscilla’s pet peeves. She desired warm and friendly interactions with her staff and demanded the same for the clients at Marshall’s Mortgage.
      
“How are you?” Priscilla asked Regina Jones, the best assistant and secretary ever. She valued her because she only instructed her once for anything and it happened.

“I’m fine, Mrs. Marshall. How did your appointment go? You sound a little different.”

“We will talk about it later, Regina. Right now I’m too weak even to hear myself explain it. Nothing too serious, so don’t get all worried. But it’s enough to alter my emotions.”

“Okay, I understand. But it won’t stop me from praying for you.”
 
“Thank you. While you are at it, ask God if He’s sure He picked the right person?”

“You know they say ‘nothing just happens,' so if God allowed, He will provide with all the provisions you’ll need. Are you coming back to the office today?”
       
“That’s why I called. I think I better go home and lie down. The doctor’s appointment drained me, and if I do not get some rest, I might hurt someone. Would you please phone all of my afternoon clients, apologize for me canceling, and reschedule them for Monday?”
      
“Yes, ma’am. I pray you feel better. I will only call you if anything comes up I cannot handle and I’ll tell all of your originators what’s going on.”
      
“Thank you. I appreciate you. And Regina, please don’t disclose or share concerning my doctor’s appointment. I’m not asking you to lie, but find a unique way to explain the cancellations to my clients and the staff.”
      
“Sure and you’re welcome.” Priscilla motioned to move the phone from her ear when she heard, “Mrs. Marshall!”          

“Yes, Regina?”
      
“Get some rest, please!”
      
“I will.” Priscilla smiled at the demand.

“See you soon, Mrs. Marshall.”

Danyelle is the Senior Pastor of New Vessels Ministries North in Shreveport, Louisiana, who is a dynamic author of both Christian fiction and non-fiction books. She studied Theology at Louisiana Baptist University, has a Psychology Degree from the University of Phoenix, an Interdisciplinary Degree in Psychology /Biblical Studies, and a Master’s in Religious Education from the Liberty University. She owns Divinely Sown Publishing LLC and is an avid reader. She is the wife of Pastor Reynard Scroggins and the mother of three.

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A beautiful story of love between a man and a woman. Photographer Kennedy Holloway has changed her life, and is now pursuing her first love in a career of creating beautiful art from behind the lens of a camera. A freelance photographer for Courtside Magazine, she’s begun rubbing elbows with some of the NBA’s elite players. Running from heartache and disappointment, she’s come to the end of the road when she meets Atlanta Cobras’, Elias Dacosta.

Touted as the NBA’s #1 shooting guard and designated all-around ladies’ man, Elias’ private life is off limits to the paparazzi. No one really knows the man off the court, and he’s blocking every attempt from anyone getting too close, until he meets Kennedy on assignment. Her attempts to hide behind the camera only piques his interest further. He won’t rest until he wins at the game of love.
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Follow Kennedy and Elias through three years of ups and downs, as they learn about one another and themselves. Deemed to be the “perfect couple,” Kennedy’s past rises up as a barrier between them. Will a lesson in sacrificial love keep the two of them apart, or will it be the bond that they need to bring them together again?

Finishing her last shot of the night, Kennedy had packed her bags away in her trunk. Tired, she had decided she was going home after capturing the last shots. The entire day had been spent running errands for her paternal grandmother, developing photos for a family she had recently taken family portraits of, and working on her own website.

She returned to get something to drink, when she heard the announcement about a new neo-soul band that she had been wanting to check out. Despite being tired, at the last minute, she chose to stay at the café, since she had nothing else to do. It would be a break from the monotony that had become her life. Most days she came home after work to develop photos, and when she finished that she would sit in front of the TV and veg out or read a good book.

Outside of her photography, Kennedy loved a good book and music. Her favorite music artists were Ledisi, India Arie, Kindred and the Family Soul, Floetry, and Lucy Pearl. Tonight’s featured groups included, Eggs and Toast, a pop band, and a neo soul group she had heard much about, RohoMalkia.

Their name, which meant Soul Queen in Swahili, was meant to empower and uplift black men and women alike. As important as they believed it was for women to be powerful, they also believed it was just as important to lift and support the black man, to keep the black community and families strong. Kennedy connected with that deep within her soul, because her family had failed all around.

“Thanks,” Kennedy stated, grabbing her cup of chai tea and fruit salad from the café attendant at the bar.

Smiling, she maneuvered her way through the growing Friday night crowd. Chairs were filled up with a few empty seats here and there. Couples and a few individual people danced on the floor in front of the stage. Kennedy spotted a free space near the tinted windows to the left of the stage, and quickly made her way there. Sitting down in the empty club chair, she set her food and mug on the table.

The fast, upbeat tunes made its way throughout the café, as she enjoyed her small meal. After a big lunch, she decided to go light on her dinner. Fruit and tea were the perfect recipe to keep her feeling light tonight.

Snapping her fingers to the frenetic, fast-paced beat, she enjoyed the atmosphere. The rhythm made her want to be wild and free in the outdoors. An hour had passed in no time, and Kennedy was feeling extremely relaxed.

A café attendant had come by and replaced her mug of tea, with a glass of white wine. She had placed the order earlier when she had paid for her fruit and tea. Laid back in the comfortable chair, she applauded with everyone else, as RohoMalkia came onto the stage.

Their reputation proceeded them, and she looked forward to what they had to offer. She wasn’t disappointed as the soulful, powerful vocals of the two sisters on stage took over the café. No music accompanied their lyrics, just the snap of their fingers, and the sway of their hips.

Kennedy’s shoulders loosened as she began to flow with their beat. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the chair’s back. Fingers lightly gripping the stem of her wineglass she pulled it up to her lips and took a sip.

The taste was cleansing, light, and crisp. A soothing feeling coursed through her, as she let the power of the lyrics pour over her. The twang of a guitar kicked in with the tinkle of piano keys.

The song Pour It Out, talked about a woman being healed from a previous heartbreak by the love of a good man. It described a love that he poured into her, that was so amazing and powerful, it allowed her to pour out all her heartache and pain, and become a better, stronger woman. It talked about how her newfound confidence and power, became her new man’s refuge and strength.

Tears made their way down her face, as she let the meaning of the lyrics penetrate her brain. She pushed the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm her to the side. A cool breeze passed in front of her, and she felt something lightly brush up against her arm.

When the touch moved from her arm to her shoulder, Kennedy finally peeled her eyes open. Surprised to find Elias kneeling in front of her, he held a tissue out to her. Smiling she accepted the tissue from his hands.

“Thank you.”

Elias pulled his tall, muscular frame up to his full height. “I’ll be right back.”

She watched as he disappeared behind the stage and she turned her attention back to the group on stage. Kennedy worked hard not to get pulled too deep into the lyrics, because she was embarrassed to have been caught crying the way she had. She didn’t want to experience another crying jag.

Within moments, Elias returned with an armchair that matched hers, and sat it beside her. His long legs stretched beyond their table, as he crossed them at the ankle.

He never spoke, simply nodded his head to the beat of the music. What intrigued her the most, was the fact that none of the patrons seemed to be caught up in his presence. While they nodded and smiled when he came in, and appeared to display the highest level of respect, they did not flock to him and disturb his space. They simply enjoyed the live entertainment.

After that set ended, Groove Theory flowed through the overhead speakers, and Kennedy turned her attention to Elias.

“No groupies or fan clubs out tonight?” she asked, holding her hand midway in the air, one eyebrow lifted.

Elias held his head down and chuckled. “Nah, not here. This isn’t even that type of place.”

She nodded her head slowly. “I’d’ve thought a celebrity of your stature wouldn’t be able to go anywhere in public without a mob coming after you.”

“I get that some places, but there are many places celebrities can go and feel free to live without all of the attention and the paparazzi following us. I told you, we’ve got our spots. We pay a high price for our privacy, but it’s well worth it. This is one of those places. A chill spot that welcomes different people from different walks of life, but there are boundaries in place that must be respected.”

“That’s good, Elias. I always worry about that for you guys. I know that I couldn’t live my life in a glass bubble, always under the microscope, with someone dissecting my every move.”

She watched in the dimly lit room as Elias’ facial expression changed from light and fun-loving, to dark and grim.

“Did I say something wrong?” she asked.

“Nah, just lost in thought about some business I need to tend to.”

“I really like the groups you had out here tonight,” she stated, changing the subject. She somehow doubted the truth behind his words.

“Thanks. They’ve worked hard to get where they are, and they’re still putting it in to keep moving. I just do my part by supporting their dreams. Speaking of…what’re yours?”

Kennedy finished sipping the last of her wine, before handing it off to an attendant who had come to her side.

“What do you mean?” she asked, turning her head to watch RohoMalkia sign autographs.

“Your dreams? What are they? All I know about you is that you’re a beast behind that camera. You bring things to life in a way I’ve never seen before.”

“So, you’ve said. And you’re a beast on that court. You really did your thing by the way,” she said, lightly patting his hand.

Kennedy giggled.

“What’s so funny?” his low voice asked, sounding so intimate in the public space.

“Just that I’m not a sports fan, but I really enjoyed myself that night. I was so caught up in the energy that flowed through the arena, that I felt like a diehard fan, although I had no idea what was going on.”

“Do you do that often?” Elias asked, rubbing one finger on the back of her hand.

“What’s that?” she asked, dropping her voice low and her eyes to his finger.

Kennedy swallowed, pulling back the heat that surged through her. She wasn’t certain if it was the wine, the dim lights, or just his nearness. Biting her lip, she pulled her hand back from his touch.

“You always manage to turn the subject away from yourself. I know very little about you, even after the long talk we had the night of the championship game.”

Pressing her lips together, she wished in that moment she was anywhere else but there.

Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey brings a refreshing perspective into the lives of her readers and wants them to find entertainment, healing and inspiration in each novel. Using real problems and challenges faced by ordinary people, Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in God, and belief in themselves.

Her stories are relatable to individuals of diverse demographics, who have suffered a loss, been hurt, have low self-esteem, have lost hope, or need a word of encouragement. She strives to take your emotions on a roller coaster ride, one page at a time. Chelle holds an MBA in Human Resource Management, which she puts to use in her Human Resources role by day, while she writes her fiction novels at night. And in her spare time, she’s a blogger, freelance writer, and ghostwriter. 
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28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

What does the above passage of Scripture mean to you?

There is a church on the corner of Peachtree Street and North Avenue in Midtown Atlanta. In the mid-nineties, I used to walk by that church or ride by it on almost a daily basis. When walking my eyes would be drawn to a depiction of Jesus with His arms spread wide, in a welcoming embrace. Below the mural is the passage of Scripture from Matthew 11, verses 28 through 30 which I always found peace in reading as I walked by.

It was a comforting passage of Scripture, reassuring me that I could always come to Christ to be renewed, revived, and restored. It was a personal invitation to me that would be guaranteed to change my life if I accepted His offer. Through the next twenty years it would pop up in my mind again during my Bible reading, other readings that I would encounter, or if I passed through the area again.

Yet, it has not been until twenty years later that the Scripture took on a new meaning. Twenty years later and now I'm no longer living in the area, but working in that area and I still see the Scripture whenever I drive by. Recently, the Scripture spoke to me in a different manner. Last week, I read the Scripture in the daily meditation of Our Daily Bread. As I meditated on the Scripture and the message shared, I began to see my journey in a whole new way.

How do you find "Rest" in the Lord?

Rest. It seems as if I have been focused on the entire Scripture for so long, that I missed the power in the word "Rest." I worry and stress about things beyond my control quite often. Why? Because I like to have control over things circulating in my world. When they are evidently beyond my control, as is everything in this world, I try really hard to make things go the way that I believe they should. In the end, it always turns out some other way, or disastrous in the impact of the journey getting to the end. It's because I have no control over life's circumstances, none of us do. We can simply take every moment and give our best and trust the Lord Almighty to work out the rest.

There is that word again. Rest. This time as I focused on the word, I found Him telling me that I need to learn to truly let things go and allow Him to work it out for my good, and the good of the others who love Him and are called according to His purpose. I cannot force the ending that I believe is the best ending, no more than my readers can re-write my novels with a different ending. When I understand that He is good and He wants us to have the best life possible and live a life that glorifies Him, then I can let go of the stress and strain. Then I can move into a space of trusting Him and giving my best in every encounter, every interaction with others, and every situation.

This kind of rest in God allows me to be delivered, healed, and freed from the inner turmoil that comes from stress and worrying. It allows me to have peace knowing that He holds all things in the cradle of His arms and when I truly rest in the Lord, I can be still and know that He is God and I can have freedom in my mind and in my soul to follow the way He leads and guides me. When I have this rest, I can hear His voice clearly giving me guidance, wisdom, and speaking to me in clarity. It is at this time that I am able to move freely, because I know my steps are ordered by Him. It is now that I can say with sincerity of heart that "ALL IS WELL."

What is your favorite Scripture?

It's a Fabulous Friday and today's featured author is Ann Marie Bryan. Love can be difficult to work through in the most blissful situations. Throw in heartbreak, time and distance, and secrets from the past and it can be daunting. Will true love prevail in the end? Read on...

His heart rate kicked up and he raked a hand over his head as uneasy dread shot through his veins. Still, wisdom demanded he move speedily to help, even if the situation would force him to come face-to-face with someone he was unprepared to see.

“God, help her,” he prayed aloud, before jumping into action.

He moved swiftly to grab his Jeep keys from the coffee table then rushed through the door. He did not relish the journey that now lay before him. Nor did he wish to confront the one thing that would never let him rest—the one painful remorse that continually aggravated his gut. The one thing in his life he needed to fix—his relationship with the woman he had nicknamed Em.

Madison Emma Kanate. She was his first love….

Once his soul found her, he loved her.

One look and he was helpless to her pull. She had caught his attention and lingered in his heart ever since. He had endured two years of being near Madison—drowning in her love. She always stirred him. Around her, he constantly felt the flutter of butterfly wings in his stomach. She made him feel things he longed for… things he couldn’t have.

Despite all the love she offered him, he could not bring himself to reach for her. Fear held him bound, propelling him to escape the source of his misery.

At the first opportunity, he had left it all behind.

He ran.

He had run away like a frightened animal.

And he had kept moving. He hadn’t looked back.

But, he couldn’t outrun the memories or the guilt that haunted him.

Ann Marie Bryan is a dedicated, graceful, multi-talented leader with a passion for excellence. She is the CEO & Founder of Victorious By Design, an organization committed to providing top quality professional writing services, comprehensive personal and professional development programs and exceptional performing arts services to meet the unique needs of individuals and organizations.
 
A Christian Fiction author, Ann Marie writes to educate, inspire and empower others. She desires to tell great stories with fascinating characters to show the awesome power of God in the lives of people and places. Shades of the Heart is the first book in her bestselling, Encounters of the Heart series. Book 2 - Mirrored Hearts: Sealed By Fire was released February 2016. Book 3 - A Place For My Heart, the highly anticipated third installment in the series, was released in March 2017. Book 4 - Where My Heart Belongs was released in April 2018.
 
Ann Marie's greatest passion is to empower others to succeed by tapping into their God-given potential. She enjoys writing, reading, dancing, teaching, meeting people and traveling. With all the knowledge and experiences that God has so graciously blessed her with, Ann Marie is determined to make her life a ministry for the Lord.


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Standalone books in the Encounters of the Heart series:
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Mirrored Hearts (A Short Story)

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It's another Fabulous Friday and today's featured author has a wonderful story to tell. Natasha Frazier is sharing her story, Kairos, which is a sweet romance that teaches us a little something about waiting on His timing, and not our own. Read on...

Delight thyself also in the Lord: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass.

Those were the Scriptures that Kensi had chosen to live by, and her desires were simple: career progression and family. Today she was trusting God to bring one of those to pass. She could feel it in her bones; besides, she’d been positioning herself for this promotion since she was hired eight years ago.

Today was the day she’d dreamt about for the past few years— Kensi was certain of that fact as she strode into the editor-in-chief’s office, dressed in her favorite burgundy colored suit with matching pumps, pearls around her neck and hair straightened down her back. She was dressed for the occasion. When she entered Mrs. Samantha Elkins’ office, she accepted the bottled water offered to her, sat at the edge of her seat and crossed her legs at the ankles, excitement bottled up within her. She was ready. She smiled and nodded anxiously as her boss gave her accolades over her past assignments, one of which was the high profile story of Joshua Archer’s retirement from the NBA. Samantha Elkins’ praise was nice, but Kensi’s nods were intended to move her on to the good part
 — 
the part where they discussed her promotion.
 
“I’m impressed, Ms. Jacobson. You’ve outdone yourself this time and your efforts have not gone unnoticed.” Samantha tapped the most recent issue of The Big Apple Arts Chronicle as she spoke.
 
“Thank you, ma’am.” Kensi’s response was rushed. She’d been rehearsing this scene in her mind all morning and it was moving much slower than she’d anticipated.
 
“And you know what this means, right?” Samantha smiled, waiting on Kensi’s nod of confirmation. “I have an even more perfect assignment for you. You’re so talented, Kensi, and the world of journalism could use more journalists with your skills, so you’ll be working in Pepperton, Texas, training a few newly hired journalists for the  Pepperton Quad. You’ll also be covering Pepperton’s Christmas celebration festivities, which I believe will be the perfect piece for our Christmas issue. Something new and refreshing,” Samantha dramatized with her hands. “It’s a lengthy assignment, but I know it’s nothing that you can’t handle,” Samantha finished and handed the file to Kensi. With electronic media being a preferred method of communication for most, Samantha still preferred paper, as evidenced by the paper file she handed to Kensi; she needed something that she could  feel between her fingers, she’d always said.
 

 Kensi slowly reached for the file, waiting for the rest of the news. However, Samantha’s attention had turned to her computer and it seemed that Kensi had been dismissed. Kensi stood to leave when Adam walked into Samantha’s office, uninvited.
 
“What a great opportunity! Kensi, since you’re leaving, I’d like to inform you that Adam is going to be our new assistant editor-in-chief!”
 
Kensi glanced from Adam to Samantha, attempting to mask the scowl, confusion, and disappointment that crept across her features. Was she supposed to offer congratulatory remarks?
 
“Give us a minute, will you, Adam?”
 
“Yes ma’am.” Adam gave Kensi a pitiful look before turning to leave. He wanted to be the one to tell her about the promotion. He hated that she had to find out this way, especially since they were more
than just coworkers.

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It's a Fabulous Friday and I'm honored to feature the award-winning, Angelia Vernon Menchan on today's Fab Friday Feature. She is the queen of writing when it comes to grown folks talk, and her female characters believe in owning their sexuality, knowing who they are, what they want, and letting nothing hinder them from getting it. Today's novel is no exception to the rule. So grab your favorite mug, curl up, and read along...

When Crea arrived, James was filling mugs with coffee and had blackberry bread and other pastries on a small glass plate with curls of butter. Crea swallowed down nervousness, sliding onto a padded chair. James sat across from her, those damn eyes staring into her. 


“Why didn’t you ever write, Crea? I loved you,” He asked and heat flew up her neck. 


She felt ambushed and wanted to flea but sat still. Inhaling and exhaling allowed her to control the agitation, filtering through her. Picking up a piece of bread, she buttered it, taking a couple of bites before sipping her perfectly brewed coffee. Only then did she engage his searching look. 


“I couldn’t. I knew you were doing something but I had no idea how deeply you were involved. When I saw you in cuffs, something in me died. By the time you were sentenced, my goal was placing one foot in front of the other. I was a nineteen, about to graduate college, and in love with a man who would be in prison for longer than either of us had been alive.” Her voice shook with emotion. “I couldn’t commit myself to that or you, James. Writing would’ve given you false hope and I couldn’t do that to me or you. I grieved you as if you died, and went on trying to live.” Her honesty and shaking voice touched his heart. He knew she did the right thing but it cut like a hot knife through his heart. 


“Did your mom advise you?”


“She didn’t know. Our relationship remained private. I told her several years after graduating.” Swallowing the sudden lump filling his throat, James accepted that Crea made her own decisions on not visiting or writing. 


“She didn’t seem surprised but she didn’t say anything. I know the image my mother gives off but she understands love. The thing is, I’ve always been her number one priority. James, all I had after you left was school and work and I made it work.”


“I hear you but that shit was like a shiv in my back. I adored you Crea. It was all you. When I was released three years ago with no parole and completely free, I moved to Miami. Then enrolled in school and never planned to return to this place...”


“You’ve been out three years...” she whispered, pain pooling in her belly, at the realization he hadn’t sought her out in all that time. Seeing the puzzled look on her face, he reached for her hand. 


“I have and planned to stay in Miami longer, but Janice reached out and I couldn’t refuse. I avoided you. I was no longer hurt or angry but... seeing you at the rec center raised up my feelings again. I had to know.” He said. “Thanks for being straight with me.” Crea nodded, extracting her hand from his. 


“Was that your man at Ms. Roberta’s?”


“No, he’s one of my teachers,” she replied, realizing he meant Tony. “We both love her.”


“He was looking at you like a shark...” James said, causing Crea to look up at him. The way he was staring liquified her insides. “I understand, I want to devour you right now on this damn table.”


The room suddenly seemed tilted, Crea stood, gathering her plate. 


“James, I can’t do this... right now,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion betraying how affected she was. 


“Right now... right now gives me hope.” James smiled and her heart seemed to still. “Get out of here before I change my mind and turn you into a buffet.” Grabbing her things, Crea raced out to her car. Her entire body aflame. Quickly turning they key, she turned up the air conditioning, sitting until her mind recalibrated and her heart rate returned to normal.

Angelia Vernon Menchan is wife, mother, nana and mentor. Since January 2006, she has published 34 printed books and an additional 124 ebooks through her small publishing company, MAMM Productions. She is also the Co-founder of Honorable MENCHAN Media, through which she has published books for 15 authors to date.

Her personal motto is, ‘There is abundance through God for all of us; we simply have to be open for our blessings.'

In 2017 she decided to add her hallmark phrase “Just LOVE” to coffee mugs and tee-shirts. This phrase has taken on a life of its own! In addition, Angelia is a prolific public speaker and mentor to women of all ages. She resides in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband and cover designer, Maurice Menchan.                
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As we began a brand new week, let's start it by focusing on the promises of Almighty God upon our lives. Today, my friend and fellow author, Chicki Brown is here to share her favorite Scripture. Read on about how it has impacted her life and share your thoughts, as well on this Motivational Monday Moment...

Welcome to another Fab Friday Feature! Today's featured author is Patricia Saunders and she has the power of weaving reality into emotion-moving works of art in the form of poetry. Today, she's sharing work from There Is Sunshine After the Rain. Drop in and read along...

Self-Published Author, Patricia A. Saunders was born and raised in Connecticut before relocating to the San Francisco Bay Area nearly 25 years ago. She received her Master’s in Management from the University of Phoenix in 2011. After the passing of her mother who had Alzheimer’s, Patricia decided that all the words that she kept to herself were to be released.
 
Her work has been featured on a Coast to Coast Book Tour at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books, Toronto Word On The Street, Sacramento Black Book Fair, Tucson Book Festival, Miami International Festival of Books and AARP Life@50+ Spring Convention, National Book Club Conference and Bay Area Book Festival. Also, on In the Company of Poet, Women Owned Business Club Magazine, and Alysha Live! Radio Show and Coach Deb Bailey Secret of Success Talk Radio. She performs locally at spoken word events and Capital Jazz SuperCruise Open Mic with Grammy Award Winner Eric Roberson.
 
She is a monthly blogger of her own blog Blessed & Curvy who covers today’s hot topics.
 
Her latest book There Is Sunshine After The Rain: Making It Through Life’s Struggles (2018) is an autobiography infused with poetry. The book will take you on the journey of a young girl growing up in Connecticut, who had to take some stumbles along the way to come into her own and realize instead of tearing herself down for the decisions she made, there is a lesson. Love is greater than anyone can imagine and can warm you like the sunshine after the rain.
You went from the beginning, the journey, the test, and the testimony to say, “There Is Sunshine after the Rain.”
 
She released her first self-published book Through the Fire (March 2012) which covered emotions from situations, circumstances, and life lessons that have influenced her over her lifetime. On a mission to complete a book a year in case she inherits the ugly disease she released her second book Loving Me (2013) and third Let It Rain (2014) which is also self-published and covers various topics from love, grief, self-image, self-esteem, bullying, and discovery of self-love. Her fourth book (2016) This Too Shall Pass was inspired from three note cards she received after the passing of her mother when she felt like giving up on life, on the brink of losing her home and being unemployed that encouraged her to live for those who loved her.
 
She works as a supervisor for a Christian Radio Station. In her spare time, Patricia enjoys writing poetry, traveling, spending time with family and wine tasting.

Patricia A. Saunders
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A quick little untruth here. A twist of the truth there. Keeping this to yourself for the time being. We've all done it. Right? But do secrets in the relationship hurt it or help it sometimes? It's time for Relationship Real Talk.

 “I only spent $50 on that ball cap last week. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” “I forgot to pay the light bill last week, I’ll just pay it this week. He doesn’t need to know.” “I went out for lunch this week, even though we agreed to not spend unnecessarily. He won’t even know.” “I ran into my ex yesterday and we had drinks, but it’s better if I sweep that under the rug. She’ll just get jealous if she finds out.”

These are just the little secrets here and there that won’t hurt anyone, especially if they’re taken care of on the back end. Or will they? Those little white lies that some find so easy to tell, those carefully covered details that are twisted to deter your significant other from finding out the truth will come back to haunt you.

It doesn’t matter if the other person learns the secret or not. It will haunt you. When you look at the mirror and deal with the true person hidden there, your conscious or in some cases the Holy Spirit will convict you of your wrong-doing.

“Well, it’s only $5 spent on the earrings I really wanted,” you say. Yes, but if the two of you agreed to not spend any extra money that $5 extra dollars becomes an untruth that sets up to fester between the two of you like an untreated sore.

Where you’re seeing it as only $5 or some other trivial matter, it’s a bigger matter than you realize. Truthfully, if you’re willing to hide a small matter it’s easy to hide something larger that you know will create problems. Those little white lies become like landmines in a relationship. You’ll have to constantly step over them, and carefully cover your tracks to make sure they’re not uncovered and blow up on you. That’s done by telling another lie and another.

“Never let your left hand know what your right hand is doing.” I’ve heard this saying by older women telling younger women to keep certain things to yourself and never disclose everything to your man. Well, that saying is taken from the Bible and completely twisted to suit their own purposes.

The scripture reads “But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.” Matthew 6:3 NIV. The scripture that many use for their own purposes was a set of specific instructions Jesus gave about our hearts. When we’re practicing acts of righteousness we should do it from a place of love and obedience, not so that others may see, or to receive praise from others. It has nothing to do with hiding secrets in the relationship.

When you’re tempted to be dishonest in the relationship, no matter how trivial or large the matter ask yourself a few questions.

Why is it that you cannot be honest?

How will your significant other feel if he learns what you’re doing?

Reverse the roles and ask yourself how you would feel if he were to hide a secret from you, no matter how trivial.

What impact will the secret have on the relationship if he uncovers it?

If you often feel the need to create diversionary tactics or hide secrets in the relationship, perhaps it’s time for you to reevaluate the relationship, or yourself.

Do you believe there are times when secrets in the relationship are justified? Share below...

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Fab Friday is here again and today you're in for a special treat. Four fabulous authors here at your favorite place. Grab a delicious beverage in your favorite mug and hop in your favorite chair and read on...

Write Now Literary is pleased to be coordinating a blog tour for four authors Siera London, Tonya Barbee, Donneil Jackson and Sierra Kay. This book blast tour will run April 20, 2018.  Book your own tour here.

The Grim Reaper has visited Echo Charles so often he might as well have his mail forwarded to her address.
Echo never quite recovered from the loss of her parents to a tragic accident on her twenty-first birthday. Now fourteen years later, she mourns their death of her career, her social life, and if the reaper has his way, the death of her best friend’s lover. The only ray of light in all this darkness is Dr. Brandon Hall, who has had run-ins with the reaper himself—especially when his ex-wife put a choke hold on his bank account along with his belief in love.
 
Dr. Daniel Ellington’s touch provided the electricity that pumped Telia Arthur’s heart, and a life without his smile was unthinkable. However, an unfortunate accident spared the lives of their children and left his hanging in the balance. Now Telia must deal with a challenge only a few people know about, in addition to Dan’s mother who has descended on Telia intent on securing control of Daniel’s wealth as well as his heirs, all while her son is fighting for his life.  Telia and Echo began a friendship in elementary school that has blossomed into sisterhood. But their emotions are being dragged over concrete. Will love conquer all or become another victim of the reaper?
 
Genre: Suspense
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 It's love (or the misconception of such). It's betrayal. It's triumph! It is all three wrapped into one self-reflecting book written by an author whose relationship struggles helped shape and define her as the self-sufficient woman she is today.
 
If you have endured the difficult dynamics of a relationship and often wondered why the cycle kept repeating then this book is the perfect guide to help you evaluate yourself internally before giving your heart externally. You will find the much desired answers to your "who's," "what's," "when's" why's," and "how's" of your past relationship issues.
 
Aren't you exhausted from the same ole same ole? It is time to STOP, reflect and make changes that will help you get it right!
As you read this book, you will experience the author’s journey as she continuously seeks the fairy tale relationship only to discover the fairy tale relationship never comes.  Her pain will become yours as you begin to relate with the various bad relationships documented. However, her victory will become yours as you will learn how to effectively build upon and maintain a healthy and fulfilling relationship.  You will quickly become empowered and inspired to start afresh and live your life to the very fullest.
 
Genre: Nonfiction, Inspirational
Amazon: https://bit.ly/LittleGirlInsideTBarbee

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She is bold, courageous, beautiful, humble, and strong. She moves in sync with her man and uplifts him when he's down. She doesn't care about what society says, but what the Lord Almighty says. She is a queen, a black queen. Sisters, let's have some real talk today...

Queen – a woman or thing regarded as excellent or outstanding of its kind.

Fighting for equality. Individualism to express oneself freely through fashion. Desire to prove that no one can judge you. There’s always a reason we have for upholding certain attitudes. Black women were recognized as strong, proud, spiritual women of virtue. Standing side-by-side in the fields with our husbands, brothers, and sons as the sun beat down on us we worked to provide for our families. Later, as that same sun set we came home to establish a place of refuge for our husbands to turn to as he sought to escape the pressures of the world.

We taught our daughters to love and respect our men and showed our sons what to expect from their prospective wives. We upheld the word of our husbands as law because they were our man of God sent from the Almighty to guide and lead us. And the Word of God we held close to our bosom ruling our households by its very truth.

Certain things were held sacred, like respect, love, honor, virtue, and the words of our husbands. Sundays were designated for worship, but the other days would not find us too far from following the word of the Lord. In tribulation we remained regal, holding our head up even when our shoulders were burdened down. A smile graced our lips and love flowed from our hearts. Even when there wasn’t enough to give to our own families, we would provide for those less fortunate in our communities. If our husbands were less than loyal, we kept our own integrity intact, not allowing hurt to cause us to place our virtue at stake. And as black queens we did not allow lust to rule our bodies.

As time progressed these things changed.

Straying men. Hardship. Hardheaded children. Oppressive times. There are dozens of excuses that we as black women have used for why we uphold the attitudes contradictory to those of our ancestral mothers. Yet, the truth lies within us. From the beginning certain men have strayed, times have been challenging, children have been disobedient, and hardship has knocked at our doors. Yet, that did not stop black queens from being who we were ordained to be. Queens.

Queen – a woman or thing regarded as excellent or outstanding of its kind.

We are to be an example of righteousness, faith, and strength in our homes, families, communities, and on the job. Our lifestyle is to be a paradigm of worship in how we communicate and interact with others. We cannot continue to point at society, our men, and anyone else for our failure to hold ourselves accountable to a higher standard of living, one that compares to the Lord’s expectations and not those of other people. Rise above your limitations, by having faith in the Lord, belief in yourself, and allowing Him to give you strength when you’re weak, because we know His strength is made perfect in our weakness.

At what point do we stop becoming so defensive but look within to let the healing begin. Raped? Molested? Abused? Cheated on? Promiscuous? Insecure? Scorned? We cannot allow labels of hurt, shame, and defeat to define who we are, rather we should allow them to strengthen us, determined to love others and extend grace to them. We cannot continue to break down our black brothers in a futile effort to build ourselves up. We must stand apart and recognize the beauty within ourselves, while lifting our black men, our sons and our daughters.

We do not have to be epitomized as angry black women, rather we are strong just by adhering to the character Almighty God ordained us to uphold. That’s nothing less than giving our best in the good and the bad and remembering that we are queens. Women of great virtue, courageous, mighty, and strong, excellent and outstanding.

My husband said something one day that rang true with me. He shared the following story:

A man has a few of the fellas over for a game of dominoes, just as his wife and kids go to bed for the night. They’re playing and enjoying themselves and getting caught up in the game. Everyone is keeping the volume down out of respect for the wife and kids, when one of the men slams a domino on the table and shouts.

All the men around the table go quiet, staring at one another. The husband is giving his friend the evil eye and shaking his head back and forth. Then the bedroom door opens and the moment all the men have feared is upon them. Out steps the wife. They hear each one of her footsteps until she’s standing in the doorway staring at them. She tilts her head to the side, narrows her eyes and gives them a look. That one look puts all the men in check.

Not once does she have to go toe-to-toe with her man, front on him or his boys, or get over the top and loud. Just a look. One simple look from a queen that speaks volumes. No need to step beyond the boundaries of being a woman, because getting in his lane throws everything out of bounds. The power and respect of being a woman alone is all that we need, and we will receive our respect just by being the woman we are. Stand up queen and be elegant, powerful, and virtuous in your own right. Let’s restore ourselves and our men to our rightful authority as children of the Most High King, and prepare our sons and daughters for a future of hope, peace, and prosperity.

Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey brings a refreshing perspective into the lives of her readers and wants them to find entertainment, healing and inspiration in each novel. Using real problems and challenges faced by ordinary people, Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in God, and belief in themselves.

Her stories are relatable to individuals of diverse demographics, who have suffered a loss, been hurt, have low self-esteem, have lost hope, or need a word of encouragement. She strives to take your emotions on a roller coaster ride, one page at a time. Chelle holds an MBA in Human Resource Management, which she puts to use in her Human Resources role by day, while she writes her fiction novels at night. And in her spare time, she’s a blogger, freelance writer, and ghostwriter. 
Her most important roles are those of a wife and mother of three. During her “me time,” she becomes enraptured with the enthralling stories of Terry McMillan, Nora Roberts, James Patterson and Stuart Woods. Chelle Ramsey resides in a rural community in Atlanta, Georgia and enjoys writing, family time, and watching NBA games.
She hosts the annual 20 Days of Love authors’ blogging campaign, March Madness authors’ giveaways campaign, and showcases other authors on her blog at www.chelleramsey.com/beautifully-inspired-blog. Her novels can be found online at Chelle Ramsey Amazon.
 
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EMAIL: chelleramseywrites@gmail.com
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The last couple of months I have had various authors as guests sharing their works and giving away gifts to you, the readers. Today is the first day that I'm back with #WriterWednesday and I cannot wait to share with you. We're one week away from the release of A Woman's Design: Redemption and I'm so excited about the release.

I am giving two lucky readers a free e-copy of A Woman's Design: Redemption upon its release date. Simply share this blog post and tag me in it, and you will be entered into the giveaway. Read the excerpt below...

I was so excited, I couldn’t contain it! I had forgotten one thing after another that morning and probably would have forgotten my head if it hadn’t been attached. At 11:15, I was going to my closing and finally purchasing a home. On my own.

Patti LaBelle’s lyrics to her song, On My Own, flowed through my head as I drove in silence to my destination. I looked forward to settling down in Santa Monica, claiming my new life, and staking a claim for my future.

During negotiations, the buyer had insisted on a quick closing. This was no problem for me, since I was ready to put behind me the memories of Denver and Felice, which haunted my apartment. We had agreed upon a purchase price of nine hundred and five thousand. Chiku was right when she said the seller was ready to get rid of this property. I was glad to be of assistance.

Pulling up into the parking lot of the law offices where we would conduct our business, I found a spot underneath the shade of a large palm tree. I admired the landscaping. A blanket of lush green grass spread out across the office park. Stately columnar symmetrical-shaped incense cedars lined the walkway leading to the building. Orange-gold buttercups blossomed at the glass double entrance doors, creating a glorious welcome to visitors. I had a brief flashback of my home in Atlanta. Eric and I had spent a mint on landscaping, and I could appreciate the beauty of what lay in front of me.

Quickly pulling my attention from my past and into the present, I glanced into the overhead mirror. I grabbed my makeup bag and freshened up my lip gloss. Smiling at my reflection, I was proud that I was about to become a homeowner on my own for the first time.

My heels clicked across the marble flooring once I stepped inside the building. The blast of cool air from the air conditioning instantly dried the moisture that had begun to bead at my hairline. It was a sauna outside, and I was thankful for the cool air flowing inside. It was rare that the temperatures would rise to the sultry eighty-three degrees we experienced this day. So, I really couldn’t complain. I enjoyed Santa Monica’s balmy temperatures year-round. Surely, I could put up with the sporadic extremes.

“Hi, I’m here looking for the offices of Everly and Goldstein,” I said, approaching the security desk.

“Second bank of elevators. Third floor. Right off the elevator and straight ahead. Double glass doors with their names etched on ‘em. Can’t miss it.”

The bored and tired-looking security guard never glanced up from the game he was playing on his phone. Clearly, he had better things to do than direct visitors around the facility. That surely left me with a feeling of safety. At least I knew if someone came in to pose a threat to the safety of the building’s occupants, we had the protection of Elite Security Forces’ finest on duty.

I glanced again at his name tag underneath the company’s name and logo. “Earl Montgomery.” I laughed. “That figures. I bet he’s about as goofy as Martin was in National Security,” I mocked aloud.
Stepping away, I looked back once more. He was not the least bit concerned about my commentary. He probably had never seen the movie anyway.

Despite his oblivious attitude to the facility’s visitors, the security guard gave excellent directions. I arrived at my destination determined not to let anything deter my happiness that day. I was prepared to close on the place of my dreams. At least for now, anyway. If I ever planned to marry and start a family one day, this place would be an excellent rental property or vacation spot for my friends coming to town.

I knew Chiku had not arrived yet. She had sent a text informing me she would be fifteen minutes late. I was offered a cup of tea and some cookies by the receptionist, who was much more alert than the fake security guard downstairs. She showed me into the conference room where we would be meeting, informing me that I was the first to arrive. She would notify the attorneys when everyone was present.
I took an opportunity to gather my thoughts as I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Little seeds of doubt started popping up in my head. Was I making the right decision? I had abandoned everything to come here. My family. My friends. My memories.

Eric’s constant reminder of his infidelity.

This wasn’t the first time my thoughts wondered to his son.

Although Eric’s brother, Stephen, sent receipts to me showing proof of the monthly allotment of four hundred dollars sent to Kendra to take care of Eric’s son, I couldn’t help but wonder about his overall well-being. Then I began to wonder if I would ever have children of my own. I whispered a silent prayer, asking the Lord to free me of the envy I often experienced when thinking of Eric’s son.

“I see I’m not the first to—” My thoughts were interrupted by the presence of someone walking into the conference room.

Turning around, all thoughts and words flew from my head. My heart sped up as my breathing became labored. I sucked in dry air, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone formulate verbal communication. A prickly, stinging sensation took over my body. I felt as if a thousand pin pricks were poking me at once, while my eyes were burning. As instantly as I had been overwhelmed with the sensation, it left me. I felt incomplete.

A different energy replaced the first one. This one caused me to feel warm and sensual, all woman-like. I suddenly became aware of every thick curve of my body. My femininity was accentuated by the racing of my pulse, the heaving of my breasts straining against my simple, white blouse. The jeans caressing my thighs wanted to peel off all by themselves. Surprised at the unexpected moisture, I clenched my thighs tight. I needed to get out of the room. My thoughts took over and turned my body into the enemy.
That smooth caramel face, chocolate, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips did something to me. The smoldering look he gave me made me feel as if I was standing before him naked. I wanted to prance, letting everything loose…letting him see what he could not have. Allowing him to take a glimpse at all that I knew he desired from the look in his eyes.

Then I recalled running my fingers through those dreads in the heated throes of lovemaking. I flushed as I realized he was having those exact thoughts. He stood before me making love to me with his gaze, biting his bottom lip. I wanted to taste it. I needed to taste all of him.

Pissed at myself, I released a verbal assault that in the physical, would have brought me up on charges.
“What the hell are you doing here? You know what…save your sorry ass excuse, because whatever it is, I’m sure I don’t want to hear it. You fucked up a good thing, but I’m glad I missed out on the best thing I never had!”

I felt Beyoncé’s lyrics in my heart and soul and understood with clarity what she meant. My hands squeezed shut into fists, and I breathed deeply in and out, attempting to control my rage and hurt.

“I’m…I’m…why are you here?” Nick asked.

“Not that it’s any of your damned business, but I’m going on with my life! I’m here to close on my home!”

Slowly, Nick’s eyes widened at the same time mine did.

I shook my head, laughing in the face of fate. “You’re the real estate developer?” I asked, pointing at him, disgust evident on my face.

“Yeah…uh, I…Yeah,” he repeated, pulling his hand down his beard.

If you haven't read book 1 in the duology, A Woman's Design, click the image above to download A Woman's Design: Afflictions.

Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey brings a refreshing perspective into the lives of her readers and wants them to find entertainment, healing and inspiration in each novel. Using real problems and challenges faced by ordinary people, Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in God, and belief in themselves.

Her stories are relatable to individuals of diverse demographics, who have suffered a loss, been hurt, have low self-esteem, have lost hope, or need a word of encouragement. She strives to take your emotions on a roller coaster ride, one page at a time. Chelle holds an MBA in Human Resource Management, which she puts to use in her Human Resources role by day, while she writes her fiction novels at night. And in her spare time, she’s a blogger, freelance writer, and ghostwriter. 
Her most important roles are those of a wife and mother of three. During her “me time,” she becomes enraptured with the enthralling stories of Terry McMillan, Nora Roberts, James Patterson and Stuart Woods. Chelle Ramsey resides in a rural community in Atlanta, Georgia and enjoys writing, family time, and watching NBA games.
She hosts the annual 20 Days of Love authors’ blogging campaign, March Madness authors’ giveaways campaign, and showcases other authors on her blog at www.chelleramsey.com/beautifully-inspired-blog. Her novels can be found online at Chelle Ramsey Amazon.
 
LINKS:
WEB: www.chelleramsey.com
BLOG: http://www.chelleramsey.com/beautifully-inspired-blog
EMAIL: chelleramseywrites@gmail.com
FACEBOOK: ChelleWrites
TWITTER: @UndeniablyChell
PINTEREST: ChellesBooks
INSTAGRAM: UndeniablyChelle

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I love the Miley Cyrus song, The Climb. The lyrics can be applied to so many situations we face universally, and they are definitely inspirational. As I sing them, I think about, life, work, and my art.

This Monday morning at work kicks off the start of a new software system we are implementing. As you can imagine, Murphy's Law kicks in and everything imaginable is not working properly.

Yet, I trust and believe Almighty God will work it out for our good. I stand back and check my attitude through the process. Will I be knowledgeable enough? Am I patient enough? Am I operating efficiently and is my communication clear and concise? Is my faith strong enough to pull me through the challenges, or will I gripe and moan? Above all I want to ensure that I do not become dragged down by the emotions of others.

The ironic part is that I have asked these same questions in my personal life. There will always be another battle to face, another obstacle in our way. The question is, how will we allow the fight during the battle or the energy exerted while moving the obstacle to define us? Will we whine and complain, or will we trust Almighty God to grow us?

No challenge is going to be easy, but if we allow it to our faith will grow stronger, our integrity and resolve will be strengthened, and our character will improve. Just allow Him to work through you, keep pushing ahead, and hold on to your dreams. No matter how hard, never give up, never rush the process, but take a look around while going through it. Ask Him, "Lord, what do you want me to learn?" Then be open to His answer.

​Miley Cyrus' "The Climb" lyrics:

I can almost see it
That dream I'm dreaming, but
There's a voice inside my head saying
You'll never reach it
Every step I'm taking
Every move I make feels lost, with no direction
My faith is shaken

But I, I got to keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna want to make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down, but
No, I'm not breaking
I may not know it
But these are the moments that I'm gonna remember most, yeah
Just got to keep going

Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey brings a refreshing perspective into the lives of her readers and wants them to find entertainment, healing and inspiration in each novel. Using real problems and challenges faced by ordinary people, Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in God, and belief in themselves.

Her stories are relatable to individuals of diverse demographics, who have suffered a loss, been hurt, have low self-esteem, have lost hope, or need a word of encouragement. She strives to take your emotions on a roller coaster ride, one page at a time. Chelle holds an MBA in Human Resource Management, which she puts to use in her Human Resources role by day, while she writes her fiction novels at night. And in her spare time, she’s a blogger, freelance writer, and ghostwriter.
Her most important roles are those of a wife and mother of three. During her “me time,” she becomes enraptured with the enthralling stories of Terry McMillan, Nora Roberts, James Patterson and Stuart Woods. Chelle Ramsey resides in a rural community in Atlanta, Georgia and enjoys writing, family time, and watching NBA games.

She hosts the annual 20 Days of Love authors’ blogging campaign, March Madness authors’ giveaways campaign, and showcases other authors on her blog at www.chelleramsey.com/beautifully-inspired-blog. Her novels can be found online at Chelle Ramsey Amazon.

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WEB: www.chelleramsey.com
EMAIL: chelleramseywrites@gmail.com
FACEBOOK: ChelleWrites
TWITTER: @UndeniablyChell
PINTEREST: ChellesBooks
INSTAGRAM: UndeniablyChelle

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All month long a different author has shared their gifts through the beautiful novels they have displayed here on March Inspirations.

​On this Fab Friday, J.L. Campbell is bringing a little spice to close out the week as she throws us into The Thick Of Things. Don't miss the chance for a giveaway. Comment to be entered...

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Join Lily Java as she takes us on a storytelling ride of an undeniable attraction. She's prepared to give away a copy of Blackbirds on today's edition of March Inspirations. Leave a comment to be entered.

Lily Java is a freelance writer, blogger, and novelist who is the author of literary women’s fiction in numerous genres. Lily’s debut novel, a highly suspenseful and romantic read was called STICKY MOON and is the first volume in what will be the Harper/Sparrow Trilogy. When she isn’t reading or writing, Lily spends her time raising money for culturally rich arts organizations and planning special events in iconic landmarks throughout her beloved hometown: New York City. Lily lives in Brownstone Brooklyn with her family and a coterie of very tolerant pets.

​Blackbirds is available on Amazon at https://amzn.to/2pFyQS4
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Facebook @AuthorLilyJava
Twitter @lilyjavawrites

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Hello! This is one of my tour stops during my one month book tour for Get Me Through by Cedric Nelms. This virtual book tour is organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours. This tour runs March 5-30, 2018. Follow the tour here.  Book your own tour here WNL
ISBN-10: 1979321361
ISBN-13: 978-1979321365
About The Author

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Today's March Inspirations features, author Parker Cole and she's showcasing her new novel, Time To Say Goodbye. It's an intriguing novel that you don't want to miss. Stop by and read about her novel and leave a comment to be entered into the giveaway. Read on...

Hello! This is one of my tour stops during my one month book tour for Time to Say Goodbye by Parker J. Cole. This virtual book tour is organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours. This tour runs March 5-30, 2018.  Follow the tour here.  Book your own tour here WNL.         
ISBN-10: 1973224151
ISBN-13: 978-1973224150
Genre: Sweet Inspirational Romance

I am an author, speaker, and radio show host with a fanatical obsession with the Lord, Star Trek, K-dramas, anime, romance books, old movies, speculative fiction, and knitting. An off and on addict to Mountain Dew and marshmallows who writes to fill the void the sugar left behind.

Connect Socially
Website: http://www.parkerjcole.com    Twitter: https://twitter.com/ParkerJCole
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/parkerj.cole.7
Purchase Links: Amazon ebook: http://amzn.to/2BJrB2O
Amazon paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1973224151
Tour hosted by WNL Book Tours www.wnlbooktours.com

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I'm pleased to have Michelle Stephens come on the blog and share her favorite Scripture today, which also happens to be mine. It's amazing to see how the hand of the Lord God Almighty is at work in our lives, but especially joyful when we can share it with someone else to encourage them. See how Psalm 91 has impacted Michelle Stephens' and her outlook on this particular passage of Scripture. Read on...

I literally could not live without having Psalm 91 in my heart. This scripture is my favorite because it tells of the promise of God’s protection. It gives me not only life, but hope, courage and strength like nothing else in this world.
 
|The Secret Place
It begins by telling me that God has a secret place, which is a place of rest and that if I dwell there, I will be hidden under the shadow of His wings. I will be in His safety. To dwell with Him means to keep Him near at all times and remain in fellowship with Him.
 
|No Evil
 
When I live this way, the traps of the enemy can no longer touch me. Sickness will not affect me. I have absolutely nothing to fear!
 
|His Angels
 
I can be surrounded by chaos, evil and death that is causing massive destruction and I will be protected. His angels will be with me and keep me from harm. Danger can be right beneath my feet and no harm will come to me.
 
|My Psalm 91Testimony
 
I have been a witness to these promises with every unscathed recovery from sickness and loss, and each serious accident that did not happen until after I passed by or that narrowly missed me. Of particular note was when I was on the way to my first event as a featured author, with my God-inspired debut novel. Despite being unemployed, I was driving down to Atlanta from North Carolina after family and friends crowd-funded the trip at my release party. A loose tire came barreling down the highway and was stopped dead in its rolling tracks. It fell flat just before bouncing into my path with my right wheel just barely scraping past it. I also recall the time that a car came towards me head-on and the driver cut the wheel away with just inches between us. Another time, an out-of-control car was abruptly stopped just short of hitting me. Though it was turned the wrong way and was just beside me with less than a foot between us, I felt a sense of calm. The other driver was wide-eyed, and we briefly looked at each other with a look of knowing that God had saved us. I went on my way, safe in the care of His angels. I knew that their wings were the stopping force each and every time. I thank the Most High for the deliverance and long life He has bestowed upon me simply because I love Him and know His name!

National Bestselling Author Michelle Lynn Stephens hails from Durham, North Carolina and is an inspirational writer who encourages others to overcome life’s obstacles through faith and perseverance. She is the author of The Divorcée Chronicles:Diary of a Divorcée Diva and her poetry collection, Straight from a Diva’s Heart, which was shortlisted as a Read Freely Best Indie Book of 2017. She is delighted to be co-author of the Brown Girls Books anthology, Single Mama Dating Drama. When she’s not writing, she enjoys singing, performing spoken word poetry, and dancing with her toddler. Connect with her online at www.michellelynnstephens.com.

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It's a Fab Friday, and a wonderful way to end the week is with a giveaway. Today's guest author for March Inspirations is Deidra Green, and she is sharing her Elite Affairs series, focused in my hometown, the ATL with us today.

​She will give away two copies of Elite Affairs book 1 to two lucky readers. Just comment on this post to be entered into the giveaway.

I write the stories I like to read. It's just that simple. I love to be captivated by the pages of an intriguing storyline turning page after page to see what happens next!

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Love can make you do some crazy things! It can sometimes bring out the worst in you...especially when love brings an unexpected surprise your way. What am I talking about? You'll have to read Sheryl Lister's, Love's Serenade.

The excerpt is as sultry and spicy as the cover. It's another day of March Inspirations, and Sheryl's hosting a #giveaway. You'll have to read on to find out about this tempting novel. And don't forget to comment to be entered into the giveaway.

Thunderous applause greeted her. She glanced around at the small band—Frank Dixon on piano, Samuel White on drums, Willie Young on trumpet and Loyce Douglas on clarinet—and smiled. The men were accomplished musicians and she knew Liz paid them well to perform as the house band. The music started and, once again, Leigh was transported to the place that gave her the most pleasure. She sang a mixture of jazz and blues tunes that kept the audience out of their seats.

The next song started and Leigh froze. She’d recognize that piano style anywhere. It can’t be. Her heart started pounding. She whipped her head around and her gaze collided with the one man she thought she’d never see again. Leigh’s breath stalled in her lungs. Miles smiled. She didn’t. She was so stunned she couldn’t utter a sound. His smooth voice floated across the space. Finally, she gathered herself and jumped in to sing the second verse of the blues duet they had written together. Before she knew it, they sang with a passion reserved for the two lovers described in the song.

When the song ended, Frank resumed his place at the piano. She finished her set and retreated to the dressing room. She scrubbed a hand across her forehead. Why in the world was Miles here? It had taken her months to forget about him and now he had the nerve to reappear. As far as she was concerned, he could go back to wherever he came from because she had no intention of starting up with him again. Leigh stayed in the room until the club closed thirty minutes later, confident that he would be gone.

Miles sat at the table closest to the stage and his was the first face she saw when she came back inside the club. Her steps slowed. She stopped in front of him. “What are you doing here, Miles?” The musicians stopped packing up their instruments, the servers paused in wiping down the tables and Liz watched her warily from behind the bar.

“I came to see you, baby,” he said softly.

He smiled again and something inside of Leigh snapped. She punched him in the jaw, knocking him backwards in the chair. “Go back to wherever you came from.” Ignoring the stunned looks on everyone’s faces, she spun on her heel and strode out.

Sheryl Lister writes sweet, sensual contemporary romance. When she’s not writing, Sheryl can be found on a date with her husband or in the kitchen creating appetizers. For more information, visit her website at www.sheryllister.com.

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We're kicking off another week of March Inspirations with a giveaway from Aja Graves.

Aja is sharing ​Good Old Soul​ showcasing her usual flair of sensual romance and thought provoking writing style. Check out her excerpt and leave a comment to be entered into today's giveaway.

What was going on between us had become more than just hanging out and having great sex; it had become a relationship and neither of us were pretending it wasn’t. To say that I was surprised that I cared for Gabriel as much as I do was an understatement.

My dating game had fizzled long ago because I didn’t have the time to entertain anyone else, nor did I have the desire. My time with Gabriel had replaced all of that for the time being. I was wise enough to know that men got tired very quickly and everything would die. I tried not to have those kinds of thoughts while I was with him; even if it was hard considering our major differences, especially his age and his experience. I believe he knew exactly where and how far he wanted to our relationship because he had likely been down this road before, whereas I was just a novice. Love games weren’t games to me. I dated to have fun, but I had no intention of becoming emotional involved, and I told him so.

“Do you want a husband or children one day?” He asked me, his fingers running through my blown out ‘fro; something he seemed to really like doing when my hair was all out and not in twists or braids.

“No, not really. Honestly, I don’t think about it. I had a boyfriend once and it seemed like he and I would go to that place where I would at least consider it, but then he changed on me and I let that thought go.”

“Changed how?” The fact that he seemed genuinely interested made me want to open up to him. A lot of guys don’t care; they’re not listening when you speak so I’ve learned not to talk much about anything meaningful in an effort to save my time and energy. Not that I didn’t have very deep thoughts to share, but why waste my breath, right?

“At first, it was beautiful,” I started, noticing the tension in his body against my face that was lying on top of his chest, but I continued anyway, “But he soon became a jerk. He would say to me in the beginning how he wanted to have something real where his girl was honest and intelligent, and a freak in bed. I was all of those things and then he stopped appreciating it.”

“Maybe he didn’t know what he had in you,” he murmured softly.

“He knew, I think, but he got tired of how much work being with someone so intelligent, so … deep was. Eventually you all do. Women become the very thing you say you want and in my case, I had already been all of those things, but then he stopped noticing. He stopped talking to me, stopped listening to anything I had to say, stopped complimenting me on my accomplishments — or even me. I had just gotten my license as a massage therapist and called to tell him. He said, “Cool”, but then said he had to go. It was as if nothing big or monumental had occurred. Am I wrong for wanting a man that is truly for me?”

“No, not at all. He should be your supporter in all things if he’s serious.” His chest was so comforting. The slow and steady heartbeat was soothing to me.

Darryl had stopped being a supporter of mine long before we broke up, I thought. I remember him telling me that a man should be the one to tell his woman she is beautiful and that I should hear that each and every day. He stopped complimenting me. He became one of those men he seemed intent on separating himself from.

“That’s what I thought. When I spoke up, something an assertive woman would do, he said all I did was complain, but he claimed he liked assertive women. Let’s just say that after a while, I realized he didn’t really want me and it was over.”

“Are you over him?”

“I’d like to think that I am.”

“But, not really.”

“Not really. I’m over him the guy, but I’m not over what happened. It was like all that energy and all that time I was in the relationship with him, was for nothing. He took but stopped giving and I was left hurting, so then I stopped giving. I date, but that’s as far as it goes because in that, there is no losing, not of myself and not of my heart.”

We lied there breathing quietly and I guess, in our own thoughts. I wondered if he would open up. Whether I had said too much, and I probably did, but for some reason, I wasn’t worried about it like I might have been in the past. Either he wanted the truth about me and would appreciate it, or he’d want the lie that looked pretty and leave when he didn’t get it. All that mattered was the good time we were having right now, right?
​
Eventually he did speak and his words rumbled against my ear, his fingers moving through my hair threatening to lull me to sleep. “You’re right. In the beginning, both men and women say what they need to get what they want. Usually, they mean it though. Something changes along the way and all of the intentions on how you want to be with that person gets lost. Distractions come in. Life happens and the goodness fades away. You’re left with the skeleton, which can’t be hidden. I’ve been there too. I’ve been the one to tell the well-meaning lies and I’ve received them.”
​
“So, we have both been burned.”

“Absolutely, but that doesn’t mean you give up completely unless you’re positive you want to be a ship drifting alone on the temperamental sea with the waves pushing you to and fro.”
I thought about his words. Trying to take something meaningful from what he was saying to me. When Gabriel spoke, I listened. Maybe it was his maturity over me, although we almost seemed matched, but surely his experience made him wiser. I don’t know, I just know when he spoke I listened and considered.
I considered whether it was worth the risk of getting further involved with a man that could tear me apart and not see it coming. Darryl was a slow demise. I saw it coming over time. Less calls, dates and visits. No real conversation that went beyond the cursory ‘how are you’. We died over time, so I could feel it and prepare myself for it even if it still hurt me. Gabriel seemed like he could sneak the ending up on me because he was everything I was beginning to fall for and never knew I really wanted.
“I don’t know if I’m a ship out at sea or docked. I just know for now, I like the freedom of being either.” The freedom to be either with him, is what my heart said.
“I hear you.”
“So, now that we’ve been philosophical for the day, what would you like to do? I don’t have to start work until 2 o’clock today.”
“Hmmmm, let me see. I haven’t made love to you in over an hour. That seems like something I should handle right away. What comes next can remain a mystery. Okay?”
Smiling against his chest, I agreed. “Definitely, okay.”
© Aja 2018

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We're kicking off another week of #giveaways with March Inspirations. Today's featured author is Selena Haskins, and she's sharing her novel, Yesterday Was A Long Time Ago. If you haven't had a chance to read it, here's your chance to win a free copy. Simply leave a comment at the end of this blog post for Selena...

Southern gal, Germaine Landry wants to become a writer in the big city of Washington, DC. She meets a privileged heartthrob, Angelo Pearson, who is used to having anything, and every girl he wants. A loner by nature, Germaine is not easily impressed with Angelo's bravado, but he eventually charms his way into her heart. This pair of opposites develops a friendship that catches fire. Their love is seemingly shatterproof until a malicious scheme leads them down a dark path that could end tragically.

Twenty years later, thoughts of yesterday still haunt Germaine until an unexpected encounter leads her to the pearls of truth. Germaine just may have a second chance at love or finally free herself from the memories of a long time ago.

Selena Haskins is a native Washingtonian whose love for reading and writing started at the tender age of nine. Selena’s greatest loves are God and family and she uses both as the central theme in all of her books. By writing in various genres, particularly, historical fiction, family saga, and romance, Selena’s stories cross the generation lines and bridges the gaps between modern and contemporary fiction. Following the paths of legendary authors who came before her, Selena would like to continue writing good memorable stories that reflect a moral message, and African American heritage.
 
Book: Yesterday Was a Long Time Ago
Blurb: “You are my dreams with my eyes open.”
Link: https://www.amazon.com/Yesterday-Was-Long-Time-Ago-ebook/dp/B07289W3Y7/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
 
 
Contact:
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Twittter: @booksbyselena
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"You are my God, and I will praise You; You are my God, and I will exalt You. Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His love endures forever." Psalm 118:28-29

In life we encounter trials and tribulations as often as we have times of joy. During these trial periods we can become involved in our feelings. They can consume us if we are not careful, and we have an emotional reaction versus a spiritual response.

If we switch our focus from our problems to our amazing God Almighty we soon become aware that our problems are able to be resolved and we grow stronger in the process.

"How do I switch my focus when I am burdened and overwhelmed," you ask.

​When you are inclined to complain, worry, or fear, think about your past. Recall the times the Lord has saved you before. Recall the blessings you have received. Think about how He spared your life and His amazing salvation. Then from your heart, allow gratitude to pour forth and issue up a word or song of praise.

In the beginning, this attitude may not come naturally. However, as you begin to practice it and make it a habit, it will become like second nature to think about His goodness and love towards you, and your response in trials will be to exalt Him and praise Him because He is good no matter the circumstances, and because He loves you even when you're at your worst.

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It's a phenomenal day of Inspiration! Nigeria Lockley is here to inspire us to pursue our passions in a Godly fashion. There's no better way to celebrate March Inspirations than this.

She has a prayer and words that set my passion on fire anew, reminding me of my purpose. But I don't have to tell you, read on and see what I mean. Need a little more incentive? She's giving away 3 different titles today! Simply leave a comment for your chance to win.

Nigeria Lockley possesses two Master's degrees, one in English Secondary Education, the other is in Creative Writing. Born at Dawn, Nigeria’s first novel won the 2015 Phillis Wheatley Award for First Fiction. Seasoned with Grace, her second novel received favorable reviews in Publisher's Weekly. After achieving every author's dream - a coveted publishing deal and then losing it, she launched Inheritance Books and transformed into the passion and purpose pusher. Now she works viciously to not only share her faith in her writing, but to ensure that every Christian creative and entrepreneur she comes in contact with is prepared to #getyourInheritance.

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