This #writerwednesday I'm sharing an excerpt from book 2 of A Woman's Design Duology. This one is entitled A Woman's Design: Redemption, scheduled for release late summer/early fall. I have used the beautiful Karen Denise Aubert, or K.D. Aubert/K.D. Rose to portray the visual depiction of what Paige looks like in my head.

Paige had many challenges to face in book 1, and at times some experienced pity for her, while others simply despised her ways. In book 2 she's back and ready to face up to and own all she's ever done. Yet, it won't be an easy road, as people from her past come back to hold her accountable. Read on...

I sat on the sofa all in my feelings about the way he was treating me. I still didn’t see me as the one with the problem. I was being rejected by Vic. Not to mention I had been unable to find a one-night-stand all weekend.

I pressed my fists against my eyes trying to stem the flow of tears. What was wrong with me?

“Paige, I’m gonna be here for you and I won’t let you push me away. But we’re doing it on my terms, not yours. The last time I allowed you to use sex to run our relationship even when I just wanted to kick it. You ruined it. This time…our friendship will be based on mutual respect and understanding. I love you, but you’re not gonna run me. If we escalate into something more it will be built off mutual respect, honesty, trust, and friendship. I’m not into casual fucking. Is that language you understand?”

I was shocked. Vic had never spoken to me like that before. This aggressive tone and cursing at me was something completely new. I didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Look, I didn’t ask you to come over here and judge me, Vic!” I shouted. I stomped to my bedroom.

He followed after me and grabbed me roughly by the arm.

“I know you didn’t ask me to come, Paige! I came because—” He suddenly stopped and looked at the empty bottles lying on the floor on the side of my bed.

Grabbing a Vodka bottle and a gin bottle sitting on my night stand, he turned around and glared at me.

“What are you gonna do with all this?” His voice rose in anger as he pushed past where I stood.  

“What are you doing, Vic?” I ran behind him as he rushed through the bathroom door.

I slapped at his hands and screamed at him as he poured all of my precious booze down the tub.

“Stop!” I screamed repeatedly. But it was as if my words fell on deaf ears because he kept on. I tried to pull the remaining bottles from his hands, causing one of them to shatter in the tub.

I pounded on his back with my fists and began kicking him in the legs. Nothing I did seemed to faze him as he continued pouring out the last drops. I crumpled to the floor letting the sobs wrack my body.

“I hate you, Vic! Get the fuck out my house now!” I jumped from the floor and attacked him again.

Vic sat the bottles down in the tub, turned around and picked me up, and tossed me over his shoulder.

My fists flailed against his back as he carried me out the bathroom and tossed me on my bed.

I jumped up and ran after him again but he made it into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

I kicked at the door trying to get in. Unfortunately, the locks on my door weren’t simple to pick with a clothes hanger like the locks on our bedroom doors when I grew up.

I went back to my bed, lay down and succumbed to my sorrow and pity party.

I could hear him moving around inside and soon afterwards I smelt the scent of bleach, and the lemon cleaning agents I used in my bathroom.

Vic came out a while later as I lay on my bed, my face pressed against my tear-soaked pillow.

He had a garbage bag in his hand filled with the empty and broken liquor bottles clinking inside. He walked to my bed and stared at me for a second. I didn’t want to acknowledge it, but the only thing that I saw in his eyes was love. His patient attitude towards me was not warranted when I had been so vile towards him.

He leaned over me and spoke in a loving, but firm tone. “I’m out, Paige. And for the record I came because I cared. You act like you don’t know what to do with that. But I’m gonna teach you.” He kissed me on the forehead and left.

Hi, good people! Author Selena Haskins is dropping by again to open up to us. The first time she stopped by to share her novel, Yesterday Was A Long Time Ago. Today, she's opening up allowing us to get to know Selena the writer and Selena the woman. Don't miss this one on one chat that she and I shared. So grab your mug, curl up in your favorite chair, and take a peek...

AUTHOR INTERVIEW QUESTIONS_THE BEAUTIFULLY INSPIRED BLOG
 
CHELLE: Selena, we have to know just how organized or chaotic you are. Plotter or Pantser?

SELENA: Pantser

CHELLE: You’re already dear to my heart. I love the fly by the seat of our pants mentality that allows even the author to be surprised at what happens next. Tell us a little about yourself? Who is Selena the woman?
SELENA: I’m a woman who loves God, her family, and the craft of writing stories. I love to travel, listen to music, watch my Boston Celtics play, and spend quality time with my family.  

CHELLE: Another thing we have in common. I’m a basketball fan, too, and I love all of the other things that you just mentioned. It definitely makes life worth living. Tell the readers and our other writers who may struggle with this, how do you create work/life balance being an author?

SELENA: It’s a juggling act. I’m always making adjustments so that my Heavenly Father and family comes first.

CHELLE: Isn’t that truly the key? When those things are in place, everything else will fall into place. Describe a day around your house and in your ordinary life where writing is not key.

SELENA: An ordinary day around my house consists of taking care of my family’s needs spiritually and physically. Preparing dinner, helping my son with his homework, preparing for work, and making our weekends fun. As a family, we will watch movies, play games, and attend a fun event or gathering.

CHELLE: Most authors have a routine they settle into when they prepare to write. Yet, others toss routine out the window and go with the flow. Tell us about your writing routine.

SELENA: I definitely go with the flow. I find that using outlines or anything structured disturbs my creativity.

CHELLE: I have tried that in the past, and it didn’t work for me either. I believe everyone has their own special magic that they bring to their art. Now with that being said, I love music, and I love writing to music. Sooo…Pandora or Spotify? What would we find on your playlist?

SELENA: I actually prefer iHeart Radio. My playlist includes a mix of old school R&B & new. Phyllis Hyman, Teena Marie, Chaka Khan, Stevie Wonder, Teddy P., Luther V., EWF, Prince, MJ, MJB, Bruno Mars, Drake, the list goes on.

CHELLE: You’ve got some great ones on that list. I used to go back and forth between iHeart and Pandora, until I learned about Spotify. I think I’ll try them out again, since I haven’t tuned in for quite some time now. Did you keep a journal or diary as a child growing up? If so, what secret did you not want your parents to read?

SELENA: I did keep a journal as a child. I never wanted my parents to know about the crushes I had on different boys in school.

CHELLE: Oookay, the juicy stuff! LOL!! What genre do you write and why? What authors have influenced your writings?

SELENA: I generally write family sagas, but my latest novel is a historical romance. Authors who influenced my writing would be Connie Briscoe, Carl Weber, Omar Tyree, Margaret Johnson-Hodge, and J. California Cooper.

CHELLE: If you could pair up with another author to write, who would you choose and why?

SELENA: I would love to pair up with Carl Weber. He includes a lot of twists and turns in his books that leaves the readers wanting more. I love the drama and suspense that he creates.

CHELLE: That definitely sounds intriguing. If your latest release were turned into a movie, what actors would you select to play the starring roles, and what music would comprise the soundtrack?

SELENA: Wow, I would be honored to see that happen! For Germaine Landry, I would select Monica Calhoun, and for Angelo Pearson, I would find a male model with beautiful eyes and a nice body or I would pick Christian Keyes and have him wear hazel contacts. LOL

CHELLE: Hmmm, sounds like you’ve put quite a bit of thought into that one. Yes, that would be an honor for a writer to see something like that come to pass. Truly a writer’s dream come true. How do you handle writer’s block?

SELENA: I normally step away from it for a while, sometimes weeks or months.  

CHELLE: Mountains or the beach?

SELENA: Beach!

CHELLE: I’m on my way to one this coming week! Provide one marketing tip for upcoming authors that has worked for you.

SELENA: Social media does work as far as reaching people from all over the globe. However, direct sales still work best for me. There’s nothing like face-to-face contact, and you’ll be surprised how excited people react when they meet and author in-person.

CHELLE: Thanks for that, Selena. If there was one thing you would want your readers to know after reading your works, what would it be?

SELENA: Love with your whole heart, learn to forgive, and move on. Accept what you can change and change, and what you cannot, let it go. That’s the theme for all of my books. 

CHELLE: Good advice, people, please take note. Selena, writers often have to forsake time with friends and family when deadlines are looming, or the creative muse is flowing. What one person has been your greatest supporter on your publishing journey? 

SELENA: We do sacrifice time, even our personal time. My greatest supporter has been my husband who tends to our son when I have deadlines.

CHELLE: Nothing like having an excellent support system in place. After all of the stress of daily living and writing, you need time to unwind. Describe your idea of the perfect “me-time.” 

SELENA: The perfect “me-time” is sitting on a beach under a shady umbrella while reading a good book.

CHELLE: Kobe or LeBron?

SELENA: Are you kidding me? NEITHER ONE!

CHELLE: Really, Selena? I’m so disappointed. LOL! We live life beautifully inspired here, at The Beautifully Inspired Blog. Leave us with an inspirational post, comprised of three words.

SELENA: Love, Forgive, Accept.

CHELLE: People, those are words to live by. If we can graciously and humbly do those three things life will be so much better. One day, one step at a time. Selena, thanks so much for joining us today and giving us a peek into your life. People, please show her some love by leaving a comment below.

Hi people, It's another #writerwednesday and we're celebrating the new release of Love's Hope by Author Ja'Nese Dixon! Drop in and check out what she's got to share, and enter her giveaway!

Sandra James has life all figured out, or so she thinks. But her successful business, commitment-averse boyfriend, and her sister’s shotgun wedding threaten her health and sanity. She will run to Love Never Fails Retreat in hopes of relinquishing her childhood dreams and embracing her reality even if it breaks her heart.
This is Book 2 in an inspirational romance novella set in a small Texas ranch that you can read as a stand-alone or as part of the series.
Ready for Love Romance Series
Book 1: Caramel Surprise
Book 2: Love’s Hope
Book 3: Hidden Desire
LOVE’S HOPE is an inspirational romantic novella that originally appeared in Love Never Fails: An Anthology.

“Don’t get me started again. My mascara can only take one meltdown a day.”
Their laughter filled the car. That was why she called him.

“And where does Alonso fit into this scenario?”

She knew she couldn’t slide that one pass him. Her boyfriend, correction, ex-boyfriend wanted to play house and told her he had no plans of getting married anytime soon. Her vision was cloudy again.
Sandra wiped away the tears, taking deep breathes. It was over.

“I can’t stay in a relationship not headed to marriage,” she stated. Not to mention her “Get Married” deadline was approaching. And there went her “Start a Family” goal too.

“So are the tears are for him?”

Sandra shook her head, “No.” Alone in her SUV. Sitting in traffic. She knew she looked a mess. She thought about the source of her pain. Was it the shock of finally ending it with Alonso? She knew they were nearing the end even if they both didn’t want to admit it. Maybe it was the thought of starting over? Or knowing the tears are…

“Sandi answer me…”

She took a deep inhale through the nose she released a very audible breath from her mouth. She could do this.

“No, Bruce. I know it won’t work between us, but I hoped it would. I wanted it to. I just fault myself for letting it linger longer than it should have. The tears are because, hold on,” she took the first exit she saw.

Sandra pulled into the Walmart-size gas station and located a parking space under a light. Again she placed the car in park. She looked around, and it was well lit, and she had another hour before the sun completely set.

“The tears Bruce are my way of letting go of it all. My dream,” she whispered, “I can’t find a husband. This means I can’t have kids. This means I won’t have a family. And I will live my life alone. And I just—“

“Really Sandi? You break up with the man for five minutes, and now you’re an old maid.”

“It’s not funny.”

She could see the smile on his face in Atlanta from Houston. The octave of his voice went higher when he smiled. And she smiled with him, lessening the hurt. A little.

“And to see Cindy get it all,” she continued, “I’m happy for her really.” She realized she must sound pathetic. It was her sister. Her baby sister at that. She was happy for her. However, she couldn’t help but compare their lives.

Cindy planned to marry her high school sweetheart who now played for the Houston Texans. While Sandra owned Coffee Confessions, a little slice of her heaven on earth.

The cafe served coffee and light food accompanied by a bookshop and intimate concerts. The business turned a profit every year, with great employees, customers, and a boyfriend until a few hours ago.

When would her someday come…
…

They disconnected with the rumble of his laughter lingering as she reentered the highway. Sandra didn’t share Bruce’s optimism, at least not yet, but she thanked God for him. He was the best friend a girl could have.

Before backing out of the parking space, she bowed her head for a quick prayer.

Father,
Help me use this time to let go of what is not for me. Help me to see and embrace Your plan for me.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Ja’Nese Dixon pens tales of romance in various subgenres, including romantic suspense and sweet romance. But her favorites are the ones that manage to keep readers sitting on the edge of their seats lying to themselves about reading “just one more chapter”.
She is an avid reader and coffee drinker living in Houston, Texas with her husband, three children, and diva dog. Visit her at http://www.janesedixon.com.

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Roya Whitmore has never had dreams like this before. Could her husband, Solomon, be cheating on her, after three kids and another on the way? More dreams come, and the events of her everyday life begin to match the events foretold in her dreams. As they do, she sees a path of faith and resilience that she never realized existed.

She joins the Alliance Crusaders for Christ, founded by her pastor, Isaiah Williams. She learns that their stated purpose as evangelists is only part of a deeper mission, to prepare the Church to survive the last days. Throughout this series of apocalyptic novels, there will be references to things you know to be true, and extrapolations to things that are likely to occur. This first book of the Miss the Mark Series places, in a fictional setting, things that do occur in the lives of people who follow Christ, along with miracles and gifts from God. We are never perfect, but we know the One who guides our lives.

Chief commanding officer, Les Blanche's presence alarmed the Task Force Special Operations officers and soldiers to halt and salute their leader. He stood near the sound booth and stared at the HD screens in front of him. He pressed one of the buttons to playback a report of a CNN broadcast of Salvator Lothar. Les surveyed the room and studied the facial expressions and slight gestures of the men and women as they watched the shortened video on the devastating events of world destruction. Les sought after an immense outcome.

He carefully observed a few officers. He saw one praying to her God by clutching tightly on her cross, mouth moving to a whisper unheard to her peers. Another with his eyes closed and head shifted upward as if he was praying in silence. A slight nod by another officer; Les sensed an unseen presence was in the room. He focused on Lothar's discussion but kept heed of these few officers whom he felt would be a problem. They were not proceeding with the new regulations and updated mandatory combat drills.

 "You've just seen a series of videos of war among third world countries like Syria and Iraq," said Les. "Some heads of state are doing this to their own countries as a result of evils introduced by previous rulers. They enforce their dictatorship in their countries with such catastrophic events. It is time for us to reinvent our scare tactics to show these countries that we're ready for whatever they may have in warfare. Our country is known as the land of the free, and we are free to make our own decisions as a leader of weaponry.?

Some of the commanding officers nodded in agreement. Others stared intently at Les. All were alert, awaiting instruction at a moment's notice.

"Therefore, as you see this man, Salvator Lothar, is our next standing world leader. He has propositioned tactics for this special force to govern a safer country and a peaceful one. We have positioned each man and woman in this room to be the first to not only protect our country but to receive the implant this delicate but powerful device in your bodies. Here watch this clip..." He pressed the next button. He saw their approval nods as the general atmosphere changed, but there still were a few skeptics in the room. He dug deeper into his spiritual sensor and detected that some had Christian beliefs against this proposal of the biometric chip.

Les knew he had to set the example. He needed these men to not only respect him but fear him. The next chief officer and president of the United States would unite all the nations, and also would be willing to exterminate any that didn't follow his will. After the viewing, he glorified their role.

"So, you see how you'll do a great deed for our country, and set an example for others." He looked around, noting still a few who appeared to be resolute, and continued, "We will become a safer nation. We won't have crime or theft because the security measures will track every move someone who will harm us makes. This device, as you can barely see, is only the size of a mustard seed."

Staring at the woman who fingered her cross, he said abruptly, "We will not tolerate any moles, traders, or those who will not take the will of our Messiah."

He heard an obnoxious sigh from someone in the room. His turned his head, and his eyes went to slits after targeting the perpetrator.

Adrienna Turner is an award-winning author and book reviewer. She is currently a state law librarian, Dream your Reality speaker and prophetess, and advocates for young people, as well as the cessation of human trafficking. She is a former magazine writer for both print and online, Religious Examiner writer, radio host of 3 Internet BlogTalkRadio programs. She has published her first series: Miss the Mark, book 1, Tormented Dreams under her ministry, Dream Your Reality Prophecies. She has former acting experience in high school drama and as Phoenicia in the musical: Fame.She’s also starred in a stage production for nearly two years as Drina in the Are You Ready? stage play.

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Roya Whitmore has never had dreams like this before. Could her husband, Solomon, be cheating on her, after three kids and another on the way? More dreams come, and the events of her everyday life begin to match the events foretold in her dreams. As they do, she sees a path of faith and resilience that she never realized existed.

She joins the Alliance Crusaders for Christ, founded by her pastor, Isaiah Williams. She learns that their stated purpose as evangelists is only part of a deeper mission, to prepare the Church to survive the last days. Throughout this series of apocalyptic novels, there will be references to things you know to be true, and extrapolations to things that are likely to occur. This first book of the Miss the Mark Series places, in a fictional setting, things that do occur in the lives of people who follow Christ, along with miracles and gifts from God. We are never perfect, but we know the One who guides our lives.

Chief commanding officer, Les Blanche's presence alarmed the Task Force Special Operations officers and soldiers to halt and salute their leader. He stood near the sound booth and stared at the HD screens in front of him. He pressed one of the buttons to playback a report of a CNN broadcast of Salvator Lothar. Les surveyed the room and studied the facial expressions and slight gestures of the men and women as they watched the shortened video on the devastating events of world destruction. Les sought after an immense outcome. He carefully observed a few officers. He saw one praying to her God by clutching tightly on her cross, mouth moving to a whisper unheard to her peers. Another with his eyes closed and head shifted upward as if he was praying in silence. A slight nod by another officer; Les sensed an unseen presence was in the room. He focused on Lothar's discussion but kept heed of these few officers whom he felt would be a problem. They were not proceeding with the new regulations and updated mandatory combat drills.


 "You've just seen a series of videos of war among third world countries like Syria and Iraq," said Les. "Some heads of state are doing this to their own countries as a result of evils introduced by previous rulers. They enforce their dictatorship in their countries with such catastrophic events. It is time for us to reinvent our scare tactics to show these countries that we're ready for whatever they may have in warfare. Our country is known as the land of the free, and we are free to make our own decisions as a leader of weaponry.?


Some of the commanding officers nodded in agreement. Others stared intently at Les. All were alert, awaiting instruction at a moment's notice.


"Therefore, as you see this man, Salvator Lothar, is our next standing world leader. He has propositioned tactics for this special force to govern a safer country and a peaceful one. We have positioned each man and woman in this room to be the first to not only protect our country but to receive the implant this delicate but powerful device in your bodies. Here watch this clip..." He pressed the next button. He saw their approval nods as the general atmosphere changed, but there still were a few skeptics in the room. He dug deeper into his spiritual sensor and detected that some had Christian beliefs against this proposal of the biometric chip.


Les knew he had to set the example. He needed these men to not only respect him but fear him. The next chief officer and president of the United States would unite all the nations, and also would be willing to exterminate any that didn't follow his will. After the viewing, he glorified their role.

"So, you see how you'll do a great deed for our country, and set an example for others." He looked around, noting still a few who appeared to be resolute, and continued, "We will become a safer nation. We won't have crime or theft because the security measures will track every move someone who will harm us makes. This device, as you can barely see, is only the size of a mustard seed."

Staring at the woman who fingered her cross, he said abruptly, "We will not tolerate any moles, traders, or those who will not take the will of our Messiah."

He heard an obnoxious sigh from someone in the room. His turned his head, and his eyes went to slits after targeting the perpetrator.

Adrienna Turner is an award-winning author and book reviewer. She is currently a state law librarian, Dream your Reality speaker and prophetess, and advocates for young people, as well as the cessation of human trafficking. She is a former magazine writer for both print and online, Religious Examiner writer, radio host of 3 Internet BlogTalkRadio programs. She has published her first series: Miss the Mark, book 1, Tormented Dreams under her ministry, Dream Your Reality Prophecies. She has former acting experience in high school drama and as Phoenicia in the musical: Fame.She’s also starred in a stage production for nearly two years as Drina in the Are You Ready? stage play.

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It's another #writerwednesday and I couldn't think of a better way to share this day with you than by celebrating my author friend, Chicki Brown's new release, Born To Be Wild.

First let me say that I love this cover! It's gorgeous, sexy, classy, and chic! I had difficulty choosing an excerpt from the ones that she provided. They were all so good, but one thing whittled it down for me...I love a man who knows how to use his hands. You'll have to read it to see what I mean.

Don't forget to leave Chicki a comment, just to say "hello," or tell her your thoughts on this new release.
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I looked up and Karly, her husband, Sal and Breelyn, their day waitress and my best friend, were staring as if I’d grown a third eye. They had also never seen me out with a man other than Johnnie. They were the perfect café owners. Sal had the culinary expertise, and Karly had the personality. Several years ago they passed through our little town on their way to Florida and fell in love with it. Six months later, they left New York City and bought a house here. Immediately, they started looking for a spot to open their restaurant.
 
“Hey, Tangela, how’s life treating you?” Karly asked from across the room in her loud New York accented voice.
 
In the five years I’d known her, she’d never asked me that question. It was obvious she was fishing for details about the man sitting next to me. “I’m just fine, Karly. How’re you doin’?”
 
“Bree will be over with menus in a minute.” She and Bree put their heads together and whispered before Bree sauntered over wearing a surreptitious smile.
 
“Welcome to Karly’s Kafe’. My name is Breelyn, and I’ll be serving you today.” I laughed at her formal welcome, obviously given for Mr. Turner’s benefit. “Can I get drinks for you and your…friend?”
 
I sent her the side-eye. “Bree, this is Mr. Turner. He’s passing through town on his way to Florida. Bree is my best friend.”
 
He smiled. “Pleased to meet you, Bree. My name is Reese, and I’d like the biggest sweet tea you have with lots of lemon.”
 
The way she grinned back at him made me want to slap her upside her silly head. “Here’s today’s menu. I’ll be right back.”
 
His gaze followed her across the dining room. As soon as she moved out of hearing distance, he said, “You’re not drinking anything?”
 
“She knows what I always get.”
 
“Oh, okay. I thought she was dissing you.” He glanced at her again. “She has an interesting look.”
 
“Like she doesn’t belong here, right?”
 
“Well, yeah. It’s not often you see a black woman with purple hair in a country town.”
 
“Eufaula isn’t country. It’s the largest town in Barbour County.”
 
He snickered and checked out the short menu. “I’m from Atlanta. Believe me, this is country.”
Bree brought our drinks and blatantly studied him while he concentrated on the menu. Her gaze did a slow scan from his boots all the way up to the turquoise and silver necklace beneath the red bandana at his throat, and then she raised an eyebrow.
 
I nixed her reaction and asked if he was ready to order.
 
“Think I’ll try the meatball parm sandwich and a side salad with Italian dressing.”
 
“Good choice,” Bree said. “Sal’s meatballs are amazing, but I suggest you get that on the toasted garlic bread.”
 
“Okay. Recommendation taken.”
 
“And what are you having today, girl?”
 
“I’ll make it easy for you. Give me the same, but with the balsamic vinaigrette on the salad.”
She scratched the order on her pad and sent me another questioning look. “This shouldn’t take long.”
 
“Are you vacationing in Panama City?” I asked once she left the table.
 
“Not really. I belong to a motorcycle club. It’s Black Bike Week, and the annual rally is being held there.”
 
Now his outfit made more sense. I’d never known anyone who belonged to a motorcycle club, and I wanted to know more. “What happens during Black Bike Week?”
 
His wicked laugh tickled my senses. “What doesn’t happen. The rally used to be held in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina at the same time as the Harley Davidson rally, but this year the organizers decided to change it. The last couple of years the local newspapers and TV stations painted the black bikers as underclass criminals who come to the rally to steal and murder. They called the white bikers examples of American Individualism whose behavior was celebrated as defiant acts against authority."
 
I loved the way he spoke. Not at all what I expected from a biker. “Typical.” I shook my head at the trite judgment. “So where do you go after you leave the rally?”
 
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
 
“Don’t you live on the road and travel from place to place?” My stomach did a little somersault again when he grinned.
 
“Somebody’s been watching too much television.”
 
“That’s not true?”
 
“No. Most motorcycle clubs are basically social groups. Riders get together mostly on weekends to share their love for bikes. There are even a few RUBs in my club, the Ebony Knights, but we all have jobs, businesses and families to take care of the rest of the time.”
 
The heat of embarrassment crept up the back of my neck into my cheeks. “It’s just that I--
 
“That’s a common misperception. I’m not offended.”
 
“What’s a rub?”
 
“It stands for Rich Urban Biker.”
 
“Oh, wow.”
 
The way he spoke intrigued me. “What kind of work do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”
 
“Do you ever watch HGTV?”
 
I knew he wasn’t going to tell me he was a television star. “Yes, all the time. Why?”
 
“Have you seen any of the house flipping shows?”
 
“Uh huh. Flip or Flop used to be one of my favorites, until Tarek and Christina split up. Now it’s hard for me to watch them.”
 
“That’s what I do-buy houses, restore them and flip them for a profit. I own the business, but I do a lot of the actual work myself.”
 
Well, that explained his incredible shoulders and arms. Reese Turner became more interesting by the minute.

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Contemporary women’s fiction/romance author Chicki Brown has been featured twice in USAToday. She was the 2014 B.R.A.B. (Building Relationships Around Books) Inspirational Fiction Author and also the 2011 SORMAG (Shades of Romance Magazine) Author of the Year. Chicki was also a contributing author to the Gumbo for the Soul: Men of Honor (Special Cancer Awareness Edition).

A transplanted New Jersey native who lives in Atlanta, Georgia, Brown still misses the Jersey shore, the pizza and the hot dogs.
Nia Forrester, Beverly Jenkins, Iris Bolling, Lisa Kleypas, and J.R. Ward are among her favorite authors.

Blog: http://sisterscribbler.blogspot.com 
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About The Book
Two people in the same city but worlds apart.
Until Ray is an unconventional love story of how two young people transitioning into adulthood find each other and develop a bond that will be tested through three decades.

RAY IS LOST …
He lives in northwest Detroit with his mother. When he’s not at home, he’s either at the mall selling women’s shoes or in the club. In both places, he's focused on one thing—picking up women. Only now he’s ready to make a change but isn’t sure how to do it.

THEN SARITA ARRIVES …
At twenty-four, she has an MBA, is a CPA, and works in upper-level management at GM. But all that success comes at a cost: she’s lonely and craves the one thing she’s never had—attention from men.
Dive into a love story filled with soul-searching drama told from two very different perspectives. Until Ray, the first book of a trilogy, is set in the mid-eighties in Detroit, where the author was born and raised.

Read the first 4 chapters here: https://www.untilraytrilogy.com/chapters1-4
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RAY
 
When I walk into the Big Boy at Northland Mall, Boone’s already seated at a booth in the crowded restaurant eating a hamburger and fries. He has a chocolate shake on one side of his plate and his cowboy hat, sitting on its crown with the brim up, on the other side. He’s wearing a short-sleeved, three-button placket shirt, his usual pair of Wrangler jeans, and one of his many pairs of cowboy boots. You can take Boone out of Texas, but you can’t take Texas out of Boone.
            “I’m getting another burger,” Boone says.
            “Another Big Boy burger?” I ask him. A Big Boy isn’t a small burger like a White Castle; it’s a double-decker cheeseburger.
            “Don’t worry, man, I’m paying for it.”
            “Sharon’s not feeding you? I know she wants you to lose weight, but is she starving you so that you will? Two Big Boys?” I shake my head. I guess he’s not trying to lose weight. Boone is always going to be a big dude, and Sharon just has to accept that.
“You know Sharon don’t cook, but I didn’t marry her for her cooking, and I’ll leave it there.”
I order lunch, and Boone adds another Big Boy and then asks if they have free refills on shakes.
            “Did you just ask this young lady if they have free refills on shakes, man?” Then I say to the waitress, “Please excuse my friend. He’s from Jefferson, Texas.” I turn my attention toward Boone again. “Maybe in Texas, where everything’s bigger, they refill shakes, but not in the Motor City. If you want another shake, man, you have to pay for it. I agreed to treat you to one lunch, not two.”
            “Just bring me some water,” he says to the waitress. Then when she walks away, Boone says, “Did you see how she was staring at you? Do you know her?”
            “Nah. How was she staring at me though? The way all the other women in Michigan do?”
I slide my First Federal Savings and Loan bank envelope over to him. “Here’s the money I owe you for the tow.”
            “Thank you.” He takes the money from the envelope and slips it in his wallet. “That’s one thing I will say about you. You always pay me back. Most of the time before I’m even expecting it. So what’s up, man? You must’ve had a big commission if you’re treating me  to lunch and everything.”
            “I’ve been thinking a lot about Sarita.”
“Who?”
“Isn’t that her name—Sarita? The one you were telling me about that’s never had a boyfriend—the wholesome one. I need something like that in my life.”
“Something like that or someone?”
“Don’t get all technical, you know what I mean. Someone—is that better? I’m ready for someone who’s real. I need to settle down, stop playing games, and commit. She could be the one.”
Boone isn’t paying me any attention. He’s almost finished with his food, and he’s scanning the restaurant, worried about where the waitress is. “What’s taking her so long? I wish she’d hurry up with my burger. I’m starving over here.”
“Are you listening to me, Boone?”
            “You’re ready for something real? Yeah, I heard you. The problem is, I don’t believe it.” Boone shoves his last few fries in his mouth and starts to chew. “How can you possibly be ready when you have a stalker? You need to get that in check. Sarita works in upper-level management for GM. She doesn’t need any unnecessary drama in her life. So, no, I don’t feel you’re ready.”
            “I am ready. Having a woman stalk me lets me know it’s time to stop playing. I need to meet a sweet young lady, and Sarita sounds like the one. Introduce me to her, please.”
            “She’s a very sweet young woman, but I don’t have the final say in this. Only Sharon does. She’s very protective of Sarita, and I’m very protective of both of ’em. If Mrs. Sawyer says yes, then I’ll have to go along with it.”

Cheryl currently resides in the Sunshine State with plans to return to her hometown Detroit shortly. For the past fifteen years, she has been busy writing contemporary women’s fiction. While writing is her first love, making delicious green smoothies is easily her second. She also enjoys spoiling her miniature Schnauzer and whipping up healthy meals from recipes she finds online. 

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Today is a very special day. I am celebrating two momentous occasions. The first being my wedding anniversary of 14 years to Mr. Marvelous Ramsey, and the second is my 5th year author anniversary.

It's a special event and you're invited!

It's my five year authorversary and my author friends and I are celebrating by giving gifts to you! Come join the party with us today on Facebook at Chelle Writes. We're kicking off the event at 9 AM until 9 PM EST. Hop over and join us, we want to see you!

Our fabulous line up includes:

Adrienne Thompson
Aja Graves
Chelle Ramsey
Chicki Brown
JL Campbell
Ja'Nese Dixon
M.J. Kane
Mary Finley
Serena Haskins
Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku
Tracee Lydia Garner
TruFiyah

It's been fourteen years of marriage to my best friend, my superstar, my Marvelous Marv. Without him these novels I create would not be. He has believed in me since day one, long before I believed.

He is the one person everyone in my family and his family can count on to keep it real, give sound spiritual advice with a dose of love and reality. I am so blessed to be married to such a loving, compassionate, and spiritual man.

Happy Anniversary, Big Marv!

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.- Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

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As my fifth anniversary of being a published author approaches (which coincides with my 14th wedding anniversary), I have begun reflecting on my first release more. Reflections of Promises was released June 28, 2012.

I have learned so much since those earlier days and I still have such a long way to go. My writing style has changed, as well as my opinions on a variety of topics. I initially pulled the novel from the shelves in 2015, but since then I've sent it to my Betas, and I'm preparing to send it to my editor. The cover design has completely changed, and I can't wait for its re-release in a couple of months.

I'm sharing a special piece from the novel today on #WriterWednesday. Check it out...

Patricia realized she had let one of her secrets slip. She looked up at Terrence with tear filled eyes. “Please…don’t ask me that. I don’t want to lie to you, but I’m not ready to reveal my lies,” she stated.
 
He nodded his head encouraging her to go on. She found comfort in knowing he would respect her wishes.
 
 “One day I realized I would be throwing everything away, if I didn’t get up and handle my business and get my degree like I’d planned. I mean if I kept going at that rate, I was going to fail school. Then I would have thrown our relationship down the toilet, and still not have an education to show for it.” 
 
“You are one amazing woman. I think that I do owe it to you to admit that you were right. I truly don’t think that I could’ve remained faithful all those years, but I also don’t believe that you could have either,” Terrence confirmed. 
 
“Looking back now you’re right. But you couldn’t have told me that then,” she replied with a smile.
 
Terrence turned to the back door to go back inside the house, as the music once again became loud. The upbeat tempo of “Back that Thang Up” started playing out of the speakers and the teenagers began bumping and grinding. 
 
“Come on, let’s freshen our drinks. We can finish the conversation in the living room where it’s a little quieter,” Terrence invited. 
 
“Sure,” Patricia replied, following Terrance inside. 
 
Time seemed to fly by as they sat in the living room and caught up on old times over a couple of glasses of wine. They laughed and giggled as they reminisced on how silly they had been as teenagers.
 
Their relationship had spanned a time period of two years. Terrence had been Patricia’s only friend, during a very difficult and depressing time in her life. After she had gone through a rough patch he had been the one to inspire her to move forward and believe in herself.
 
He encouraged her to give her best even when she didn’t feel like it. He had even been the one to help her to apply for college and make out her five year plan at that time. So, it was no wonder that both of their worlds had been rocked when she left him without a word.  
 
“Terry, I knew that if I had kept in touch with you, the changes that I made to that five year plan wouldn’t have occurred. I know you,” she shared.
 
“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You would’ve made me remain true to myself. That wasn’t an option at the time. We’d known each other since third grade, and although we didn’t become romantically involved until sixteen, no one knew me like you did. Being back here with you talking like this is like being at home again,” she confided.
 
“You are home, girl,” he teased, lightening up the moment.
 
“No, Terry, you’re home for me. You wouldn’t have approved of my need to change. You knew me in ways that no one else ever did or would. I’ve missed that, and I didn’t realize how desperately until tonight,” Patricia revealed.
 
“Wow.” He cleared his throat and rubbed his hand over his head, clear signs to Patricia that he was feeling discomfort.
 
Changing the subject, she asked “So your…wife what’s she like?”
 
“She’s…I don’t know. She’s…my wife. Umm,” he cleared his throat again. “She’s very intelligent, beautiful, inside and out, and very hot tempered.  Did you ever consider getting married?” Terrance asked.
 
“How do you know I’m not married?” Patricia bristled.
 
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to assume that you weren’t. I just noticed that you weren’t wearing a wedding ring.”  
 
Patricia absently looked down at her finger. She had left it packed in her suitcase, until she had a chance to tell her mother. She laughed to throw off the tension. 
 
“Actually, you’re right, I’m not. I guess I just don’t have time with my career and all.”
 
She ran her fingers through her hair and looked back up into his face.  Terrance had always been on the lean side. But over the years he had put a little meat on his bones, she noticed not without appreciation. He still had those dark brooding eyes, the cleft in his chin and that crooked grin that was so sexy, it could make a woman lose her mind. 
 
She ran a hand through her hair again to clear those thoughts, because she was a married woman whether he knew it or not. And he was definitely a married man, with a ring to prove it. Although Jared had probably run back into Lauren’s arms by now, she refused to stoop to that point. No matter how tempting the eye candy. Besides, what they had was something between two foolish kids. Yes, he had been a true friend to her as well, but they were two full grown adults now. 
 
“Is your wife a jealous girl, Terry?” Patricia asked, as she pulled her legs up on the couch underneath her. Terrance watched as her dress slid up just a little, exposing her thighs.   
 
“Normally, no, but she might be under these circumstances,” he confessed.
 
“Why?” Patricia asked, as she began rubbing his arm tenderly and staring into his eyes.
 
“Because you’re a very beautiful, tempting woman. A woman who…a woman who was my first love.”

He ran his hands down his face and kept his face hidden for a moment. Sighing loudly, he turned his head sideways, allowing his eyes to caress her.
 
“There’s more. Shawn, I don’t know how to tell you this, but…” Terrance held his head down in his hands and then looked up at Patricia with a sad look in his eyes. 
 
She reached out to rub him on the shoulder to offer him comfort. She was startled when he jumped back, almost as though her touch was venomous.
 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you or offend you by—” 
 
“No, stop, Shawn. You didn’t offend or upset me in any way. Girl, I’m just having a hard time keeping my head clear around you,” he began. His voice lowered to a whisper as he continued to scoot closer to her.
 
“I mean, coming here today I didn’t expect to see you. Hell, Shawn, I didn’t even know you were back in town. When I stepped out on the deck this afternoon, you were the last face I expected to see. But…as soon as I saw your profile, I knew it was you. You’ve changed a lot, yet, the way that you sat and held your head was Shawn from way back. It’s like you being back has me questioning my life now,” he admitted.
 
Terrance distractedly began tracing a finger down her jaw line. As Patricia kept staring into his eyes, she found herself getting lost in the memory. Her heart began thrumming as she anticipated a kiss between the two of them. As their lips touched, she instantly drew back with a questioning look in her eyes. It wasn’t the fact that they were both married that had Pat’s head reeling. 
 
That little niggling thought that had been bothering her since he arrived, came back stronger. And she had to clear it out of her mind, and him out of her system. She stood up and walked to the other side of the living room to place distance between them. 

Welcome to another Fabulous Friday where today's Featured author is T. M. Brown. Take a look around as you sample her inspirational stories, and find entertainment along the way. She's new to The Beautifully Inspired Blog, so please make her feel welcome. Read on...

This is the Part 2 of Struggles of the Women Folk. Angel is Georgie's daughter who explains to you what occurs before, during and after her abduction. The story takes place during the turbulent 1950s.
Accompany Angel as she travels the world with Miss Emily Barker and her mother's husband Ricky, as her challenges are compounded by her coming of age experiences:

 "The silence of the house and the solitude of my secret were such a treat. I felt my body easily reaching climax and knew that at any moment I would be there. My mind filled with dreams of the day when someone, anyone, would be pleasing me and there would be no need for this substitution for affection. How I prayed for the day when a man would make me feel like this. I could only imagine how much more satisfying that would be." 

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In A Life Not My Own, Tina shares her personal experiences of child abuse and neglect, her struggles as a teenager and in her young adult life.

The book started as a journal and was her attempt to address many of the secrets she had pushed to the back in her mind. As the memories continued to resurface, she was forced to address the issues that ultimately led to her sharing her past with readers around the world as a powerful force of inspiration. 
You can purchase this memoir on Amazon:  http://amzn.to/2jDKsna

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It's a Writer Wednesday and today I'm sharing a new release from fellow author, Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku. Her characters are always hot, her novels are spicy, and her book covers bring the heat. Well today is no exception, so please join me in welcoming her back and helping her to celebrate her new release, Enticed Forever...

Middle of the night at 3 a.m.
 
Bang! Bang!
 
The crashing sound and Aize’s howling sent Theo racing down several flights of stairs, half-naked. His feet thudded across the carpeted hallway all the way to the guest room.
 
Out of his mind with fear, he pushed the door open.
 
The room was bathed in absolute darkness, so he stabbed on the wall switch. On the bed, Aize shielded her eyes with her right hand from the sudden glare of light.
 
Near the bed, one of the bedside teal-coloured table lamps was broken to pieces. ‘Jeez!’ he exclaimed. The table lamp must have received a hard knock.
 
As Theo stepped forward, his heart broke when he saw Aize’s face awash with tears. Getting into bed beside her, he crooned, ‘My God! Shish baby, I’m here. Don’t cry, you’ll be alright.’
 
Cradling her head on his bare chest, he ran his fingers through her thick, wavy hair, careful not to touch her plastered temple. ‘Calm down, baby,’ he soothed when her breathing remained rapid and shallow.
 
Her distress, quelled the tension in his groin.
 
‘I had a nightmare,’ Aize whimpered when she could speak. ‘It was terrifying.’
 
‘I’m here, okay?’ he assured her.
 
Suddenly, she scowled at the room and turned up her eyes to glare at him. ‘Where am I?’ she wailed, fright oozing from her voice.
 
‘You’re in my home and you’re safe. Calm down baby, I’ve got you in my arms. No one is going to hurt you.’
 
Aize pushed away from him and jumped from his lap, moving to sit at the other end of the double bed.
 
‘In your house? How did I get here?’ she asked, narrowing her eyes. ‘Why didn’t you take me to my own home?’

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I'm Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku, the author of several toe-curling & heart-fluttering Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels consisting of Contemporary/Interracial and Historical & Paranormal Romance. There are 17 published books so far.
Just so you know, I'm a romantic freak, mother of two fun - loving teenagers, married to my gorgeous husband and we live in London, UK. If my teens had their way, they would fill our home with a dozen pets. Swimming on my back like a star-fish is one of my skills.
 
My stories are dotted with unexpected twists and are set in fascinating Africa, enticing Europe and enchanting America. An emotional spin is what you get when you read my books. Please write or connect with me on social media. I love reading from you. https://www.amazon.com/Stella-Eromonsere-Ajanaku/e/B004LXE09E/ 

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There is beauty in being a woman. It doesn't exist in the way that we dress, the curves of our body, the makeup applied to our face, or the styling of our hair. The beauty of being a woman exists within our hearts, our souls, the power that we hold in being the best that we can be for someone else, and our gift of being nurturers and sometimes creators.

Children and men alike listen to hear what we have to say. They look to us for guidance within the family, and knowing what's necessary for living our best lives. We hold the power to encourage our sisters, our girlfriends, and our daughters. We are empowered to strengthen our men, our sons, and our brothers.

We have been beautifully molded and shaped in the image of Christ, and we are spiritual beings who show our love through our actions, words, and our ability to just be there when needed. Let your beauty from within shine today, and transform a world. We are the creators and nurturers, and the power to revolutionize our small circle lies within our hearts and souls.

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Lately, I've been working on several projects at once. One of these projects happens to be my first published book. Written in 2004 and published in 2012, I allowed this book to remain on the bookshelves for two years before pulling it.

Although the core of the story remains the same, I realized my writing style had changed quite a bit since those early years. I also knew that this story needed to be edited, something that I did not do when I first came out. It's currently in the hands of one of my Beta readers, and then it will go to my editor.

Sometimes the people that we're dealing with are not exactly who we think they are. Sometimes, the person we're looking at in the mirror is a different one that we present to the world. When we cannot accept our own deception, we create alternate realities, living two different lives. Here's a snippet of Reflections of Promises...I hope you enjoy this #writerwednesday with me. I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments section below.

Time seemed to fly by as they sat in the living room and caught up on old times over a couple of glasses of wine. They laughed and giggled as they reminisced on how silly they had been as teenagers.
 
Their relationship had spanned a time period of two years. Terrence had been Patricia’s only friend, during a very difficult and depressing time in her life. After she had gone through a rough patch he had been the one to inspire her to move forward and believe in herself.
 
He encouraged her to give her best even when she didn’t feel like it. He had even been the one to help her to apply for college and make out her five year plan at that time. So, it was no wonder that both of their worlds had been rocked when she left him without a word.  
 
“Terry, I knew that if I had kept in touch with you, the changes that I made to that five year plan wouldn’t have occurred. I know you,” she shared.
 
“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You would’ve made me remain true to myself. That wasn’t an option at the time. We’d known each other since third grade, and although we didn’t become romantically involved until sixteen, no one knew me like you did. Being back here with you talking like this is like being at home again,” she confided.
 
“You are home, girl,” he teased, lightening up the moment.
 
“No, Terry, you’re home for me. You wouldn’t have approved of my need to change. You knew me in ways that no one else ever did or would. I’ve missed that, and I didn’t realize how desperately until tonight,” Patricia revealed.
 
“Wow.” He cleared his throat and rubbed his hand over his head, clear signs to Patricia that he was feeling discomfort.
 
Changing the subject, she asked “So your…wife what’s she like?”
 
“She’s…I don’t know. She’s…my wife. Umm,” he cleared his throat again. “She’s very intelligent, beautiful, inside and out, and very hot tempered.  Did you ever consider getting married?” Terrance asked.
 
“How do you know I’m not married?” Patricia bristled.
 
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to assume that you weren’t. I just noticed that you weren’t wearing a wedding ring.”  
 
Patricia absently looked down at her finger. She had left it packed in her suitcase, until she had a chance to tell her mother. She laughed to throw off the tension. 
 
“Actually, you’re right, I’m not. I guess I just don’t have time with my career and all.”
 
She ran her fingers through her hair and looked back up into his face.  Terrance had always been on the lean side. But over the years he had put a little meat on his bones, she noticed not without appreciation. He still had those dark brooding eyes, the cleft in his chin and that crooked grin that was so sexy, it could make a woman lose her mind. 
 
She ran a hand through her hair again to clear those thoughts, because she was a married woman whether he knew it or not. And he was definitely a married man, with a ring to prove it. Although Jared had probably run back into Lauren’s arms by now, she refused to stoop to that point. No matter how tempting the eye candy. Besides, what they had was something between two foolish kids. Yes, he had been a true friend to her as well, but they were two full grown adults now. 
 
“Is your wife a jealous girl, Terry?” Patricia asked, as she pulled her legs up on the couch underneath her. Terrance watched as her dress slid up just a little, exposing her thighs.   
 
“Normally, no, but she might be under these circumstances,” he confessed.
 
“Why?” Patricia asked, as she began rubbing his arm tenderly and staring into his eyes.
 
“Because you’re a very beautiful, tempting woman. A woman who…a woman who was my first love.”

He ran his hands down his face and kept his face hidden for a moment. Sighing loudly, he turned his head sideways, allowing his eyes to caress her.
 
“There’s more. Shawn, I don’t know how to tell you this, but…” Terrance held his head down in his hands and then looked up at Patricia with a sad look in his eyes. 
 
She reached out to rub him on the shoulder to offer him comfort. She was startled when he jumped back, almost as though her touch was venomous.
 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you or offend you by—” 
 
“No, stop, Shawn. You didn’t offend or upset me in any way. Girl, I’m just having a hard time keeping my head clear around you,” he began. His voice lowered to a whisper as he continued to scoot closer to her.
 
“I mean, coming here today I didn’t expect to see you. Hell, Shawn, I didn’t even know you were back in town. When I stepped out on the deck this afternoon, you were the last face I expected to see. But…as soon as I saw your profile, I knew it was you. You’ve changed a lot, yet, the way that you sat and held your head was Shawn from way back. It’s like you being back has me questioning my life now,” he admitted.
 
Terrance distractedly began tracing a finger down her jaw line. As Patricia kept staring into his eyes, she found herself getting lost in the memory. Her heart began thrumming as she anticipated a kiss between the two of them. As their lips touched, she instantly drew back with a questioning look in her eyes. It wasn’t the fact that they were both married that had Pat’s head reeling. 
 
That little niggling thought that had been bothering her since he arrived, came back stronger. And she had to clear it out of her mind, and him out of her system. She stood up and walked to the other side of the living room to place distance between them. 
 
“Terry, if you didn’t come over because you’d heard that I was in town, why did you come? Mama, didn’t tell me that she had maintained a relationship with you all this time. Hell, she didn’t even tell me that she had invited you.” 
 
“It’s not that. I mean yeah, your mom and I still have a relationship, but that’s not why I came today. I mean that’s not the only reason why,” he confessed.  

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There have been many challenges and changes that have occurred on my job over the last several weeks. As the changes were nearing I realized that I had two options...1.) Embrace the change and flow with the state of things, or 2.) Resist the change and get run over by it.

A logical, sound person would easily say number one. However, I am anything but. What I understood was that if I chose to go with the state of things, I would abide in peace regardless to if I liked or disliked the changes. I knew that at some point, I would get used to the way things were being done and I would adapt. That's not a problem in and of itself, unless of course you don't want to adapt.

I did not want to adapt, I wanted to be transformed by the renewing of my thinking and not conform to the ways of my environment. That is what I set out to do and purposed in my heart; however, my attitude did not undergo the transformation necessary to accomplish that.

Determined in my mind that I would let certain people know that I did not agree with the changes and that there had to be a better way, I chose to become obstinate and withdrawn. What did this do for my state of mind? It robbed me of my peace, joy, and happiness because I allowed it to. I embraced a bitter and negative attitude that was contrary to my normal disposition. Worse still, I proved nothing of essence to anyone.

I have had the opportunity this weekend, especially Sunday to reflect on my attitude. I had begun thinking about it over the last week and a half, but throughout the weekend, the Lord really ministered to me about it.

You know that thing...the one where the Pastor begins to check you, boo, telling you all about everything that you've done and what all you gotta step up and bring your A game on. Yeah, that one. The one that has you peeking around wondering who went back and told Pastor all your business, or better yet, who was hiding in your closet since you hadn't told anyone.

Well, that's the little thing that I know is none other than Holy Spirit doing the checking. I can't even form my lips to began to say "Don't come for me unless I send for you." Yes, I can get that off with mere mortal, but when He comes...oh yes, your girl knows she has to get things in order. There's no time for laughing or joking when he pulls your card. Simply get it straight.

There is a humbling going on in my spirit right now and I welcome it with open arms. See, there's something else that I understand. The something else is when I follow His leading, He won't steer me wrong. Even if I don't understand, I know He's got me. With Him having my back...I know that I'll have peace. So no matter what rises up, or no matter what worries my coworkers and I have going on at work, when the Lord is on our side, we know He's going to work all things together for our good.

Regardless of what challenges and obstacles you face on this week, no matter how confusing or scary, know that the Lord has your back and you can't go wrong. Once you know that...then you'll have perfect peace that alludes you during the storms that you try to navigate on your own.

Push out all of the negative and resentful thoughts that you harbor towards situations and others. Move aside that pride, allow love to rejuvenate, restore, and replenish your spirit. Replace negative attitudes, with compassionate and positive ones. Then watch as the Son shines in your heart and brings great peace within.

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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 is a native Washingtonian who enjoys music, spirituality, basketball, and spending quality time with her family. As a young girl, Selena always had a vivid imagination, and would tell make-believe stories to her friends. As a teenager, Selena begin to journal her personal thoughts, and write poetry. Before long, her talent for writing was recognized by her high school English teacher, who encouraged her to write articles for the school newspaper. The articles motivated Selena to write many stories and essays, mostly as a hobby. After completing high school, Selena would major in English at Johnson C. Smith University, and the University of the District of Columbia.

Although Selena would ultimately end up working in the legal and financial fields, her love for writing never stopped. She continued to participate in many local writing workshops and community outreach groups, where poetry, short stories, and other creative pieces were read as public expressions, and as a way to bring hope to the disenfranchised.

In 2013, in between working full-time, Selena completed one of her life's goals by publishing her first novel, A River Moves Forward. In her debut novel, Selena tackles issues of poverty, race, abuse, and the family dynamics. She also infuses messages of hope, love, and forgiveness, which she believes are the qualities of true humanity.

The reception of A River Moves Forward continues to be favorable, earning 5-star reviews on Amazon, and progressively gaining favor of those in her community. The enthusiastic response has motivated Selena to write a sequel, Riding the Waves, scheduled for release in 2014.

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There were many graduations celebrated this weekend, tearful and joyful goodbyes, as the school year came to an end, and many face the fact they won't see some faces again, while others know they'll meet up again next school year.

Today is the unofficial start of summer, as families plan vacations, reunions, cookouts, and fun activities for the families to engage in. I pause to reflect on Memorial Day holidays when I grew up. My mother would buy new outfits for my brothers and I, and she and my father would pack us up and head to Piedmont Park, Grant Park, or Stone Mountain.

We would anxiously await our cousins' arrival, as we planned what our first activity would be. Now that my husband and I have children of our own, we create new and beautiful memories with our own family. Just like other families, we're planning what our summer season will look like, as well.

In many ways some things remain the same as they did in childhood. We run to the grocery store picking up last minute items for our cookout, we look forward to connecting with friends and families, and we search for places to enjoy the fireworks displays.

The greatest difference in Memorial Days then versus now, is that my thoughts often venture towards our service men and women. Why? My aunt and uncle are both retired military and I also have a nephew who served in the military. When I was younger both my aunt and uncle served in the military, and at that time it meant nothing more than that I just missed them a lot.

I now understand that they were making extreme sacrifices to defend and protect what we oftentimes take for granted. Our Freedom. They were willing to risk their lives, be away from their children, experience and witness events they would not wish on their worst enemy, all so that we can enjoy what we believe is a basic right. So many men and women each day in the states and abroad, are taking a risk that we cannot begin to imagine, just so that we can have our freedom. This day and every day I salute them.

Enjoy your cookouts, your fireworks, your family, and your friends. Yet, don't forget to stop and remember those who have and are currently serving to protect this country. Keep them and their families lifted in prayer, and love freely with an open heart.

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Philonda Johnson is the dynamic combination of successful entrepreneur and engaging speaker with valuable insight to share. Her mission is to help others fight for their MasterPurpose by empowering them to realize their Divine value and need for faith-fueled courage.

She is the Founder and CEO of The Leadership Playground, a development company that focuses on kick-starting the growth of a leader by focusing on the power of play, creativity and wholehearted living. She often draws from her background in Psychology and a decade of experience as an urban educator to inspire her coaching and leadership work. Philonda’s employment expertise is derived from serving 9 years as the Founding Principal of a successful charter school in Washington, DC. Philonda has a deep heart for and is dedicated to advancing women of color leaders, spirit-led entrepreneurs, and school administrators.

Philonda hosts her own motivational online radio show and podcast, The Audacity to Shine with Coach Philonda, and Every Place on her newly launched Network, the Brave Entrepreneur Radio Network. She is excited for the release her first major book, Every Place: When our intimacy with God transforms how we experience fear and launch our MasterPurpose Business. Philonda’s book will be released March 31st, 2017.

She incorporates her professional expertise, personal trials and life triumphs into every presentation and conversation to have a transformational impact. She can connect with and inspire her audience. Philonda can weave her training goals into a beautiful story that makes key concepts sticky and actionable. Her energetic and audacious approach is refreshing, honest and leaves the audience ready to achieve their goals. Her mission is to help others fight for their MasterPurpose by empowering them to realize their Divine value and need for faith-fueled courage.

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It's a wonderful #writerwednesday and I'm sharing a snippet of book 2 in A Woman's Design series. In Book 1, A Woman's Design: Afflictions, Naomi has sacrificed her personal life to raise her daughter. As a single mother, her love life was always pushed to the back burner, but with Sasha off at college, she's ready to stir things up a bit. She's got a new attitude!

In this excerpt, she's at a sports bar and she's approached by a good-looking brother, who...well read on...

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 Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.
~Robert Breault

Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can. ~ Danny Kaye

Live your life and thrive! It's the only chance you have. Be blessed and have a motivated week. Thanks for joining me for another Motivational Monday Moment.

Have you ever found yourself in a place that it felt as if you were being punished for actions you knew you shouldn't have engaged in? Have you ever wished you could turn back the hands of time and undo what you had done? Or perhaps, your regrets did not go that far, but you struggled with trying to understand what lesson you were supposed to gain in the midst of the challenge?

That's what my character Ambiance Caldwell is facing. Ambiance's life has reached a turning point, and she has decisions to make. Along with those decisions come confusion and regret. It's a #writerwednesday as we take a glimpse of A Woman's Design: Afflictions. Read on...

I pulled the chair out and wondered why she was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

“Well, first I want to thank you for connecting me with your friend, Sonya Pierce. The numbers are unbelievable,” she said, pushing some reports across her desk to me. “Her designs have been such a hit here. There have been requests for different articles of clothing for her to design, too. So, we have come up with another concept. She and I have had several meetings, and I have decided for a time that part of the shop will be dedicated solely to her designs.”

“That’s fabulous, Angelique!” I shouted, clapping my hands.

“Yes, it is! And because you were the reason behind the success, I want you to manage it. I would like for you to pair up with her and create a sample of designs to be showcased in our fall catalogue. Is that something you would be interested in?” Angelique held a mischievous grin on her face. She knew that I would love to work on that project with Sonya.

“I would be honored, Angelique. I would truly be honored,” I shared.

“Okay, so here’s what I have in mind…” She began to state numerous little ideas that I recorded on my notepad. I became enraptured by her enthusiasm, prattling off more details to take the concept to a higher level.

There was a knock at the door, and Angelique mumbled for them to come in. It was Ms. Peggy, and she wore a grim look on her face.

“Yes, Ms. Peggy?” Angelique asked.

“There was a call for Ambiance,” she noted.

“I thought I asked you to hold all of our calls?” Angelique probed.

“I was, but then…there’s been an accident,” she stated, with a serious look of worry on her face as she wrung her hands.

I grabbed the arms of my chair, sitting forward in it. “What is it, Peggy? Is it my husband?” I immediately sensed in my spirit that something was wrong and it had to be him.

Peggy nodded her head yes and was having a hard time getting her voice together.

“Damn it, Peggy, what is it?” Angelique demanded.

“He was in a bad car accident. They air-lifted him to Atlanta Allied Health Center, and he’s there now. His brother called and said he was going into surgery and they needed you to get there as soon as possible.”

I jumped up out of my chair, heading for my office to grab my keys and purse.

“Wait, Ambiance!” Angelique called after me. “I’m driving you over,” she said.

Everything from that moment on was a blur. It seemed as if it were taking forever to get to where I needed to be. All thoughts of everything else had left me, and I could only focus on Eric. I knew this was God’s way of punishing me for the wrong I had done. No, I had not slept with Nick, and I had not even kissed him, not a real kiss. But I was spending time with a man who wasn’t my husband, and I was having feelings for him that were not right.

“You know it’s love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you’re not part of their happiness.”
— Julia Roberts

I don’t run away from a challenge because I am afraid. Instead, I run towards it because the only way to escape fear is to trample it beneath your foot. -Nadia Comaneci

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