Identical sisters Natalia Brooks and Naraja Henderson come together for a week of sisterly bonding to heal from the loss of their father. Natalia can’t wait to escape the fast pace of Chicago to return to her southern roots in Atlanta, Georgia. Ready for a little R&R with her sister and her sister’s family, she’s surprised to learn Naraja has a little trick up her sleeve. She wants to switch places one last time for old time’s sake. Will the sisters be able to pull off the switch of a lifetime?
When one of the sisters end up murdered, there will be hell to pay for the remaining sister, as she learns her sibling’s life was not all it was cracked up to be. As the secrets of both of their lives come tumbling out, a husband and boyfriend soon learn they’re dealing with a psychopath. With a murderer on the loose and a truth to be exposed, who can be trusted?
It's another #writerwednesday and here's a snippet from one of my completed projects. Readers, I'm aiming to release My Sister's Keeper this summer...
Psst! I saw it as it circled around, sometimes going high and then low. It seemed to flutter for a moment before bursting forth once more. My eyes would not move away from its dizzying circle. I was disgusted by its presence, and fearful of it at once. It signified something great, despite the smallness of its body.
The seemingly tiny black fly whizzed through the field of wheat and landed on my forehead, knocking me down. Falling down…down…down. The soft wheat enveloped my body, wrapping me in a cocoon of stalks, cushioning my fall. I looked up into the bright blue sky, feeling a migraine developing. Tears escaped my eyes. I lay there crying, my heart riddled with sorrow and I had no idea why.
The bed shifted underneath causing me to stir slightly. I sensed rather than felt the warm caress of Kevin’s skin on my arm.
I turned in his arms, still somewhat asleep. There was a peaceful comfort I had never known before, lying here with him like this. Perhaps, it was the fact his movement in the bed had chased away the strange dream. Or maybe, it was the knowledge that he stood by my side even in my deranged state of mind. I had no idea how I was supposed to love him, or why…just that I was supposed to.
Father, help me to love him the way I’m supposed to again. Free me from this trap my mind has set, dear Lord.
My silent prayer offered great solace. If I could recall nothing else, I knew that I had faith in the Lord.
The ringing of the house phone on the night stand near Kevin, caused him to release me. I pulled the cover further up my shoulder to ward off the slight chill that embraced me in the absence of his body.
Groaning, he flipped onto his other side and reached for the phone. I could hear him knocking over things on the nightstand in the darkened room.
“Damn!” he swore.
I turned in the bed facing his back. The clock on the nightstand displaying 7:35 was the only illumination in the room. I couldn’t help but wonder who would be calling us at this time of the morning. We had decided to sleep in and he was staying home with me.
Did we often receive these type of early morning calls? Was something wrong with the boys? I still could not bring myself to call them my sons, which left me feeling uncomfortable.
I could hear a voice on the other end, but not clear enough to make out if it were male or female.
“This is her husband. Who’s this?”
I sat up in bed wondering why I was receiving a call at this time of morning and why he wouldn’t give me the phone.
Just as I prepared to reach for it, Kevin sat up in the bed, rubbing his hand across his head. He reached over and clicked on the lamp on the nightstand.
He released a soft breath before hanging his head.
“What’s wrong, Kev?”
He reached his hand behind his back and rested it softly on my thigh, squeezing gently.
What was that supposed to mean?
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice deep with emotion. If I weren’t mistaken he sounded as if he were about to cry.
“Okay…okay…thanks. Um, we’ll book a flight out immediately. Thank you, sir.”
“Kevin? What’s wrong?” I demanded, after he hung up the phone.
Kevin rested his head in his hands and did not answer me right away, leaving me frustrated and scared.
“Kevin? You’re scaring me! What is it?” I asked, shaking his shoulders.
He turned towards me and suddenly I wished the hands of time could rewind. I wished I had not forced him to answer me, or better yet, I wished he had not answered the phone. Whatever he had learned, placed a haunted look in his eyes and it had something to do with me.
“What?” I pressed again, despite my inner self warning me I didn’t want to know.
“Babe…uh, shit! Natalia…”
“Something’s happened to Natalia—”
“What? What’s happened to my sister? Is she going to be okay? Who was that on the phone? What’d they say?”
“Her body was found in a hotel room in San Francisco. She was the victim of a gunshot wound.”
Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey brings a refreshing perspective into the lives of her readers and wants them to find entertainment, healing and inspiration in each novel. Using real problems and challenges faced by ordinary people, Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in God, and belief in themselves.
Her stories are relatable to individuals of diverse demographics, who have suffered a loss, been hurt, have low self-esteem, have lost hope, or need a word of encouragement. She strives to take your emotions on a roller coaster ride, one page at a time. Chelle holds an MBA in Human Resource Management, which she puts to use in her Human Resources role by day, while she writes her fiction novels at night. And in her spare time, she’s a blogger, freelance writer, and ghostwriter.
Her most important roles are those of a wife and mother of three. During her “me time,” she becomes enraptured with the enthralling stories of Terry McMillan, Nora Roberts, James Patterson and Stuart Woods. Chelle Ramsey resides in a rural community in Atlanta, Georgia and enjoys writing, family time, and watching NBA games.
She hosts the annual 20 Days of Love authors’ blogging campaign, March Madness authors’ giveaways campaign, and showcases other authors on her blog at www.chelleramsey.com/beautifully-inspired-blog. Her novels can be found online at Chelle Ramsey Amazon.
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