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.

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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
Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/author/sierrakay

 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.
 
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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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.

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

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