Anyone who knows me knows this is my favorite time of the year! I become like a big kid all over again with decorating, the music, shopping, the Christmas cartoons and specials, and all the joy that comes with this time of the year. Perhaps, the most important thing to me is worshipping at church during the season, watching the programs, and the gentle reminders of the "reason for the season."

A few years ago, I began a story on my old blog that I posted each day regarding a fictional family and their struggles during the Christmas season. And because it was Christmas, I had to implement an HEA, which is not typical of my normal writing style. Well, I've decided to start another story this year on this blog, similar to that one. Each Wednesday I plan to post a portion of the story for your reading pleasure. I hope that you enjoy, share it with others and come back for more.

Here's the first snippet of  "A Little Mistletoe."

 
Isabella sat staring out the window at the freshly fallen snow. The big flurries had turned into small flakes over the last hour. She released a sigh, remembering that this was supposed to be her Christmas present to her boyfriend Troy. Heartbroken over the fact that he had cheated on her with his ex-girlfriend, she had broken up with him and refused to take his phone calls. Unfortunately, she could not get a refund on the trip. So now she sat all alone in the room of her resort in the beautiful town of Taos, New Mexico.

She wiped away a stray tear, as she watched couples coming and going as they prepared to take the lift up the mountain.

“I’m supposed to be on one of those lifts, skiing with my boo,” she cried alone in the room.

Making up her mind that she would at least enjoy a little skiing while she was here, she went into the bathroom to wash her face and reapply her makeup.

Isabella grabbed her cell phone and placed it in the back pocket of her jeans. Throwing on her parka, gloves, scarf and hat she headed for the door.

Her only regret was that she had not purchased the insurance for this vacation. It would not have allowed her to get a full refund, but she could have swapped dates. She wanted her sister Natalie to come on the trip with her, but she was unable to take time from work until a few weeks later. Isabella had no choice but to come alone.

****
The cold stung her cheeks, but the fresh air was good for her lungs and heart. Traversing down those hills had allowed her to feel free and lightweight, as if all her burdens had been lifted. She checked her skis back in and prepared to head back to the lodge.

“Excuse me, miss?” called a smooth, rich voice.

She stopped in her tracks and turned towards the voice. “Yes?” she asked, removing her goggles.

“You dropped your glove back there,” he said, extending a silver glove towards her.

“Oh, thanks.” Isabella took the glove, turned her back on him and continued her trek to the lodge.

“Excuse me, I didn’t catch your name.”

“I didn’t throw it,” she replied dryly.

“Wow! So, what’s his name?” he asked, jogging to catch up to her.

“Who?”

“The guy who broke your heart.”

Isabella stopped in her tracks, looked at the stranger, and picked her stride up once more.

“I’m sorry. I was out of line, I had no right. It’s just that, a beautiful lady, such as yourself with so much sadness in your eyes and ice in your words…nothing can take away your sunshine except heartbreak.”

“Look, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. I’m not into fortune-telling, because I just don’t believe in it. What is that I can do for you, Mr…?”

“Kyle. Kyle Shaw. Now can I have yours?”

“Mr. Shaw, I’m here on a vacation to get some relaxation and peace. I want nothing more. Thank you for giving me my glove, but if there’s nothing else, I will let you be on your way.”

“Actually, there’s one more thing.”

“What’s that?” she asked, as they stepped up to the front of the lodge.

“I’d love it if you would have a cup of hot chocolate with me, before we part ways,” he said, causing a dimple to wink at her when he smiled.

Prepared to make another snappy comment, Isabella froze as her breath caught in her throat. Just over Mr. Shaw’s shoulder, she saw her ex, Troy, stepping out of his SUV. He rounded the vehicle and opened the door to Kayla, his “ex-girlfriend.”

Isabella felt her heart shatter to the ground and could actually hear it tinkling, as it splintered into several glass shards. Just as the two turned to where she stood facing, Mr. Shaw, Isabella grabbed him by the coat and pulled him to her.

Pushing her mouth against his, she kissed him with an urgency that she had not known existed. She was amazed when his soft, pliant lips opened up to her and began curiously searching her mouth. What began as a whim turned into something more. Isabella enjoyed the spicy, cinnamon taste on his tongue.

“Bella?” Troy called out in amazement as he and Kayla came up beside her.

Breathless from the kiss, she pulled back and stared into Mr. Shaw’s questioning gaze. She implored him silently with her eyes not to say a word.

Not turning to look at Troy, she replied, “Yes?” still weakened by the intensity of the kiss.

“Uh, whaddya doin’?”  Troy questioned.

She turned a wicked gaze his way. “Troy, I don’t think you have any right to be questioning what I do and whom I do it with anymore.”

Smiling pleasantly at Mr. Shaw she took her game a step further. “Kyle, this is Troy, my ex. And Troy this is—”

“Kyle Shaw. Her man, pleased to meet you,” Kyle replied, extending his hand towards Troy with a smirk dancing around his lips.

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It's another Motivational Monday Moment. With Black Friday behind us, and Cyber Monday upon us, let's not get overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the season. Instead, when you have difficulty finding that just right gift, or the traffic is too thick, or people seem to be everywhere, Rejoice!

Remember the reason that we celebrate this season, and bask in the beauty of the blessing we have been given. Be thankful for the most precious gift of all, our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

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Write Now Literary is pleased to announce I See You… You Cannot Hide, Virtual Book Tour with author Dr. Dyoni Cole, on November 14-25, 2016.

ASIN: B01LZXXZY8

Book Released: September 26, 2016
Genre: Self-help, Non Fiction, Inspirational

About The Author

Dr. Dyoni Cole is president of Dyoni, Inc., a consulting organization that specializes in leadership development in the areas of Education, Management, Organizational Leadership, and Dance Leadership.

Dr. Dyoni has a passion to see others exceed their own expectations and reach high levels of excellence. She believes in going beyond the call of duty to help others maximize their full potential and become effective while advancing to the next level.

Dr. Dyoni received her doctorate from Argosy University in Business Administration with a focus on management and organizational leadership. She received her MBA from University of Phoenix and is currently earning a MS in Psychology.  Dr. Dyoni lives by the words “Always be a student of your craft, as each day is an opportunity to LEARN, to LOVE, and to DANCE.”
 
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Today I'm pleased to showcase my dear friend and mentor, Mrs. Chicki Brown here at The Beautifully Inspired Blog! She's sharing an excerpt from one of the most awesome series, I've had the pleasure of reading. The Stafford Brothers have brought moments of thrilling, exhilarating, emotional reading pleasure. Yet, sadly enough they're coming to an end. Read on for an excerpt from "Inner City Blues," this is Jesse's story, ladies! It's another Fab Friday Feature!

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About Chicki Brown:

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.
 
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Blurb:

Dr. Jesse Stafford, successful surgeon, husband and father of three lives in an exclusive enclave in Atlanta. He volunteers his time at a neighborhood free clinic in one of the roughest parts of Atlanta where his wife, Cydney's family still lives. When an unarmed thirteen-year-old boy is shot and killed by the police in this neighborhood, Jesse finds himself in an ethical dilemma and at odds with some family members. His involvement puts everything he’s achieved on the line.

Two days later, the family gathered at his parents’ house for their annual July Fourth barbecue. Before they needed to start setting up the tables and chairs under the tent their mother rented every year for the barbecue, the brothers met in the kitchen early to share a rare cup of coffee and conversation. “How long are you staying?” Jesse asked, directing his question to Marc and Greg who’d arrived with their families the night before.

“Gianne is out of school for the summer, so we’re taking the week off. When we leave here, we’re going down to Miami for a couple of days,” Marc replied. “Lance is handling the studio while I’m gone, so I can take my time.”

“Lucky you. Between the practice and the clinic, I haven’t had a week off in ages.”

Nick wore a confused frown. “And Cyd doesn’t get upset?”

“You know, Cyd. She doesn’t complain about much.”

“Neither does Cher, but she’s made it plain that we need our time away together. We haven’t been away for a whole week. She makes sure we take weekend trips, though.”

“You have to get it in,” Vic agreed. “Mona and I both are crazy busy now since she’s started her business. We do make it a point to get away with and without the boys every now and then. And you have three kids. Cyd needs a break sometime, man.”

Jesse nodded his agreement but said, “Do you know Cyd told me she never had a vacation until we started seeing each other? She said a vacation to her was just days she didn’t have to go to work. Her first real vacations were when I took her down to Miami for the weekend when we were dating and when we went to Vegas for Marc and Gianne’s wedding.”

“All the more reason to show her what it’s supposed to be like,” Greg chimed in. “And you two need to go someplace where you can get loose and get loud, if you know what I mean.”

Jesse gave him the side eye. “We always know what you mean.” They all laughed, but their smiles faded as their father entered the kitchen waving a newspaper in the air and wearing an expression like a storm brewing over an angry sea.

“Jesse, do you want to tell me what the hell this is all about?” He threw the folded paper into Jesse’s lap.

He swallowed hard, gave Vic a fleeting glance and then gazed down at the article his father had so helpfully circled with a bold marker. The headline read, Dozens of arrests at Hollowell Parkway protests. He cleared his throat and answered. “I didn’t think it was worth mentioning.”

“Why the hell not? Your name is in that list. What were you thinking? First Greg ends up behind bars, now you. What is wrong with you boys?”

Greg snatched the paper from his lap and the brothers huddled around him to read it.

“First of all, we’re not boys. Second, it’s only considered news because of the recognizable people who participated. I’m the least well-known of the bunch.”

“But you’re a prominent physician in this city, son, and people talk.”

“That’s fine with me. I don’t mind them talking about me for this.”

“So you’re proud of getting locked up?” 

Jesse raised his chin. “Yes, sir, I am. The police killed Darren Givens in cold blood. The officers involved all got off. If we don’t stand against police brutality, it will just accelerate.”

“It’s bad enough you were Twittering about it. You have a career and reputation to protect!” The elder man bellowed.

“It’s tweeting, Daddy, “Jesse replied equally as loud. “You were very proud of yourself for participating in demonstrations back in the day. Wasn’t it you who used to tell us if we didn’t stand for something, we’d fall for anything? Why is it different for me?”

“It was different back then. Nowadays everything you say and do is plastered all over the Internet. Do you think your patients want a jailbird for a doctor?”

“For God’s sake, Daddy! Nobody cares. If they do, they can find another doctor! You don’t understand how out of touch we are.”

 “Who?” His father asked.

“All of us. Our major concerns are which private school we’re going to send our kids to, or whether we’re going to put in a pool or tennis court in the back yard.”

“Are we supposed to be ashamed? We all worked hard to earn that right. We’ve had nothing handed to us.”

“I know that, Daddy, but look at us. We’re here getting ready for an all-you-can-eat buffet, and haven’t given a single thought to the people in our community who are literally trying to figure out how they’re going to feed their kids today.”

“Are you saying we don’t care because we aren’t sitting around agonizing over their plight? I resent you getting so high and mighty. All of us donate our time and money to a variety of causes that benefit our people.”

Their argument came to a screeching halt when they saw his mother standing in the kitchen doorway with her hands on her hips looking as though she were about to explode. “It’s a holiday, and one of the few times we all get together. I can’t believe you two are acting this way!” Her flashing gaze bounced from his face to his father’s. “If you continue carrying on, you can both find somewhere else to eat. Now all of you guys please go outside and set the tables up.”

“We’re not done talking about this,” his father groused as the male procession moved toward the back door.

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It's ladies night and the girls have gathered to talk a little trash. Take an inside peek at Is The Grass Really Greener?

“He did what?” Courtney shrieked.

“Girl I’m not lying, I was stuck!”

“Okay, but how did Moms react?” Davina inquired.

They had gathered for their first Friday Night Feast since the holidays. They had all been so busy at work they had allowed three months to pass without meeting. They were at Davina’s house. Ronnie had taken the kids out for the night so she and the ladies could have the house to themselves. They were having international night, where each lady brought one to two dishes from another country.

“And he was so sauced up by then he started crying, asking God to forgive him for all his sins. Girl I was hollering. Of course Chloe wasn’t having any of it. She got mad because I was laughing and said that I better ask Him to forgive me. I started explaining that I didn’t do anything to ask forgiveness for and the next thing you know Julio…”

“I thought his name was Javier, Christi?” Rayne asked.

“Javier, Julio, Juan…you know who I’m talking about,” Christina exclaimed.

“You are a darn fool!” Davina said, rolling onto her side and laughing at her friend.

“Well anyway, Javier started speaking all fast in Spanish trying to calm Chloe down and Marla and Bernard was sitting back shaking their heads taking the whole side show in, because Marla had given up on trying to hide the show from her kids. Their little nosy, bad behinds had come into the dining room and was praying with Aunt June and the six-year-old, Mikayla? Well she broke out with the Holy Ghost and started shouting,” Christina shared.

“Mmm mmm mmm,” Courtney said shaking her head.

“But anyway after I cleared everyone out I went upstairs to check on my mom and I could hear her crying through the door. I knocked but when she wouldn’t answer I left her alone,” Christina stated. What she left out was the fact that she had sat on the stairs for a while. Christina could hear her mother having a conversation with her husband; Christina’s Daddy had passed away several years ago, but there were pauses in her conversation as though she was listening to what he had to say.

“Well at least you all aren’t hiding away anymore and the truth is out that Andrew is gay. So now what? Where do you go from here?” Courtney asked candidly as she began sobering up from their playful conversation surrounding Christina’s family drama.

“I don’t know. Chloe’s mad at me…I think she was embarrassed because she had brought her boyfriend around and family drama reared its ugly head.  Mama and Andrew aren’t speaking to each other…no surprise there. I called him and he had the audacity to say Mama was rude to his guest and didn’t make him feel welcome. Hell, he wasn’t welcome. And I told him so; I also told him that he was wrong for not telling Mama in advance and springing that on her like that. He started talking about how Mama made Javier feel welcome and he was a stranger, too. No matter what I said to that boy he wasn’t getting it through his head. He said he half-expected Uncle Snookie to act an ass. But I could tell he was hurt by the names he called him and Matt. He wouldn’t let on, but I know my brother. Hell I was hurt by the names he was calling them, but I ain’t crazy enough to get on his bad side.”

“Girl, that is too much for me. I will keep you and your family in my prayers because I hate to see family not speaking, especially a mother and her child. I can’t imagine me, Bryant and Brody going through something like that. I pray we never will,” Rayne shared.

“Speaking of the boys, how are things with you and Thierry, Bryant, and Brody going? Last I heard it was heating up and serious between the two of you,” Davina remarked.

“Mhmmm…sister girl got her some nooky and she can’t stay away from that man. He laid that pipe up in her real good,” Christina joked, making hand gestures back and forth causing the other women to crack up laughing.

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I've often heard that you have to be careful what you pray for, or more to the point, be specific in your prayers. Because I failed to do so, at times lately I have felt a bit overwhelmed. Especially over the weekend. I have found comfort in the Scriptures below, and hope you will as well.

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Terri Whitmire loves crafting inspirational, romance novels that reflect real life. She enjoys keeping her readers on the edge of their seats with her memorable characters and suspenseful plot. An accomplished author, instructor, and writing consultant, Whitmire earned her writing certification in 1999 from the Institute of Children's Literature. After writing several children’s stories, she wrote a series of compelling, fictional books that won the hearts of her young adult and mature readers.
In 2012, Terri was recognized as one of the top 50 emerging authors in Georgia. Her story, The Crooked Path, was published in Trillium Literary Journal. As the owner of Fun Creative Writing, Whitmire facilitates innovative after-school and national online enrichment programs for young writers. Terri's premiere online writing program was launched in 2016, bringing invaluable tools to students across the country. Additionally, she consults fellow aspiring and seasoned authors on the Road to Publication. Terri and her wonderful husband, Will, have three beautiful children and live in Marietta, Georgia.
About The Book

Abandoned by her father and neglected by her mother, will Tara ever find someone to love? What she desires most is what her heart chases away. Breathe for Me, an inspirational novel that shares one young girls path to love.
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Sometimes love can be a complicated issue that twists and turns your life in the most unexpected ways. If you're not careful and your eyes aren't wide open, you just might confuse the fine line between love and lust.

When a woman sets her eyes on a man that she wants, she will sometimes stop at nothing to get him. Whether she uses a head on method, or involve others in the convoluted mess, she will be determined to twist and turn his life upside down. And anyone around him better beware.

Perhaps the most deadly combination is the man who chooses to use the woman's feelings against her. If he is foolish enough to underestimate her, revenge will be hers in the end. A woman scorned is a deadly sight to behold.

And in the ways of Black and Kianna, anyone who gets in their paths might be destined for destruction as well. Their love-lust relationship, ruined his marriage to Angel, yet it's not over. Neither of them will be satisfied until one of them is destroyed. Their weapons of choice? Love, sex, and lies. It's a battle of the minds, and they aren't above using those closest to them to take the other one out.

In the end one of them will remain Standing Strong!

Stretched out on his bed with his hands underneath his head he continued to watch her. She wrapped her arms around her mid-section and turned her back on him.

“Aight, Black. But don’t forget I’m the one calling the shots!” she warned.

“I ain’t mad, Ki-Ki. But you still my woman…and that means you gotta roll this my way. Aight?” Black sat back up on the bed, opening his arms to her.

“Sure,” she pouted.

“C’mere, girl,” he summoned, opening his arms to her.

Kianna walked slowly back towards him and straddled him once again. He wrapped her in a tight embrace.

“I won’t lie. I’m still pissed as hell about this, cuz you know I don’t take being threatened lightly. Never have. But I know how you feel about a nigga, so I won’t look at it the way I do when a nigga in the streets try to play me. But all I am saying is, if you gon’ be down for a nigga, I’ma be down for you, too.
Aight?”

“Okay, baby,” she squealed and kissed him, sliding her coconut flavored tongue into his mouth. She moaned and groaned, expressing her contentment. Black could feel her slickness on his hands, as he held her behind upright on his lap. 

“I love you, Black.”

“I know you do, babe.”

He sealed his fate with what felt like the kiss of death. This had been one helluva birthday.

My precious readers, here is the cover of the final book of The House of BeJeweled...BeJeweled: Standing Strong!

Pick up the other books of the series on Amazon. Drop me a comment and tell me what you think about the new cover, the excerpt, or the other books in the series.

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1 “Do not judge, or you too will be judged." Matthew 7:1

That Scripture goes on to say:

"2 For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. 3 “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4 How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5 You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye."

I shared that Scripture today because I have been bothered by all of the back and forth politics on social media, surrounding the current presidential campaign. Typically, I am able to overlook most of the comments in a dismissive manner. However, I saw one that really disturbed me this weekend. Not because of the stance the person was taking, but more so how judgmental the post was regarding people who would choose to vote for the opposing candidate.

The post went on to call people out on their spiritual beliefs, and I personally felt that was not the route that we as "Christians," may want to go. I believe everyone is entitled to their beliefs and choices. After all, the Lord gives each of us free will. You may not agree with my beliefs, and I may not agree with yours, but that does not mean that neither you, nor I love our Lord any less.

As Christians we are called to make a stand on certain issues, but we're also called to love one another as He loved us. Casting stones and questioning another's spirituality may not communicate a loving attitude towards others. This entire campaign has been more denigrating than any I have ever seen, and I'm not just referencing the candidates. I have seen actions and behaviors in people that leaves me saddened.

Personally, I am not excited about either candidate that's up for election. Yet, I have a civic duty to perform, which I intend to do wholeheartedly. However, your freedom to vote for your candidate of choice is yours alone. That's why we have been blessed to live in this great nation. Regardless of whom you choose, it is not my right to question your spiritual beliefs. And I won't love you any less.

Thoughts?

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It's another Fab Friday and today's featured author is Ey Wade. Thought those happily ever after's were just for fairy tales? Well, you're not the only one. But Ey's character, Carmella, doesn't agree, and she wants what others believe she can't have. Read on...

BUY LINKS: My website is where I sale direct with option to all online stores. Through my Ganxy store, books are cheaper and the majority of the royalty goes to me.  Please buy direct, I’ll love you forever.: http://wade-inpublishing.com   and http://amzn.to/wade-inbooks.com
 
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ABOUT EY:

Ey considers herself to be a caged in frustrated author of thought provoking, mind bending books in several genres. She is the mother of three adult daughters that were previously home-schooled and the drooling ‘Lovey' to a little boy. Ey was born in Texas and reared as an Army brat. There is the constant need to speak, writing and telling stories is the way she choose to socialize.

She doesn’t have a preferred genre, writes in several. With published works such as a creative non-fiction multiracial American history book and  fiction in the genres of suspense, drama, romance, NA, and children’s picture books. Ey classifies herself as a Thought Provoking Author. Writing to inspire, to encourage and to cause others to think. Her main goal in whatever she writes is to cause a change.

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In just one moment of sheer weakness, the sexual tension between Nikki and Wesley came to a head, literally! For just one moment, she wanted to forget the terror, which was her life. For a night, he wanted to experience the taste of the woman he loved. Her reality and his patience allowed that to happen, bringing them together in what would turn into a tumultuous event.

This #writerwednesday Wes and Nikki are slipping in between the sheets. It's a wet and wild #writerwednesday.

BEJEWELED: WHAT A TANGLED WEB WE WEAVE (BOOK 2 IN THE HOUSE OF BEJEWELED SERIES)

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Don't miss the other two books in the series, if you have not read them yet. Book 1, BeJeweled: The Flight of an Angel; and Book 2: BeJeweled: A Beautiful Blend.

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