Always With Hope: Dedication To The Survivors of Breast Cancer
In Honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month and to all the survivors of Breast Cancer and to those women dealing with this, I dedicate this poem I wrote Always With Hope. My prayer is that we find a cure for Breast Cancer. This poem is also in my third book of inspirational poems The Joy in the Morning and a New Day Begins. Please pray we find a cure. I share with you Always With Hope. And please share this poem with others. Believe what is now can change tomorrow. Believe with faith. And always hold on to hope.
God's Peace and Love to you always,
Doris Washington
Author / Spiritual Writer / Poet / Entrepreneur/ Autism Disability Advocate
Web Site: www.poetdoriswashington.com
Always With Hope by Doris Washington
In Dedication To The Survivors of Breast Cancer
Excerpt from The Joy in the Morning and a New Day Begins
Always with Hope there’s the reassurance
Things will get better.
And no matter what you’re going through
At the moment,
No matter what trials you may endure-
It too will pass.
Always with Hope you’re encouraged
To never stop believing,
You’re encouraged to hold on
To the blessings He brings to you
On any given day.
Always with Hope
There’s the reassurance
Things will get better-
Always With Hope
Always With Hope copyright © August 2013. All rights reserved.
Sneak Peek: Anybody’s Daughter by Pamela Samuels Young
Anybody’s Daughter
by Pamela Samuels Young
by Pamela Samuels Young

Is Anybody's Daughter Ever Safe?
Available November 5, 2013
Based on the real-life horrors faced by thousands of girls, award-winning author Pamela Samuels Young takes readers deep inside the disturbing world of child sex trafficking in a fast-paced thriller that educates as much as it entertains.
Thirteen-year-old Brianna Walker is ecstatic. She's about to sneak off to meet her first real boyfriend—a boyfriend she met on Facebook. But Brianna is in for a horrifying surprise because her boyfriend doesn't exist. Instead, Brianna unwittingly becomes the captive of a ring of drug dealers- turned-human traffickers who prey on lonely girls from dysfunctional homes. But they’ve made a big mistake in targeting Brianna because she doesn’t meet either of those criteria.
Brianna’s Uncle Dre, a man with his own criminal past, is determined to find the niece who is more like a daughter to him. Rather than sit back and rely on police to bring Brianna home, Dre scours the dark corners of Los Angeles looking for her. He is stunned to learn that the trafficking of children isn’t just happening in other countries. It’s occurring at epidemic levels right in his own backyard.
Dre is not alone in his desperate search. Loretha Johnson knows this world well. A social worker who previously lived “the life,” Loretha now dedicates her time to saving as many young girls as she can find. She turns out to be an invaluable resource for Dre, who ultimately gets a lead on The Shepherd, a mastermind in the trafficking world whose every move is fueled by ego and greed. Dre vows to bring The Shepherd's reign of terror to an end, even if he has to break the law to do it.
While Brianna makes a futile effort to thwart her captors, Dre is getting closer and closer to finding her. The woman he loves, attorney Angela Evans, knows the dangers faced by sexually exploited children because she represents them in juvenile court. Angela lends her moral support and, eventually, an important clue to Brianna’s whereabouts.
As he races against the clock, Dre ultimately comes up with a daring plan—one that puts many lives in danger, including his own. But will he find Brianna before it's too late?
EXCERPT FROM ANYBODY'S DAUGHTER
Day One: 11:15 p.m.
Loretha Johnson watched the young girl wobble along Long Beach Boulevard dressed in a halter top, cut-off jeans, black stilettos and sparkly red lipstick. She couldn’t have weighed more than one hundred pounds. The awkward manner in which she forced her bony hips from side to side underscored her adolescence.
Standing in the doorway of an abandoned donut shop, Loretha waited for the right opportunity to approach. There was a steady trail of cars slowing down to check out the merchandise. She spotted two other girls on the opposite side of the street.
“You want a date, baby?” the girl in the halter top called out in a child’s voice.
A beige Camry pulled over to the curb a few yards ahead. The girl scampered over, barely able to balance herself on her too-high heels. She bent low, allowing the potential john to get a glimpse of her nonexistent cleavage. Loretha clasped her hands, then absently twirled a finger around her shoulder-length locs. She sucked in a breath, praying that the girl didn’t get in the car.
“Ten dollars!” the girl yelled, springing back to her full height. “You must be crazy! I charge fifty for a blow job.” She tottered away cursing as the man drove off.
Loretha glanced up and down the street, making sure the girl’s pimp wasn’t watching. With a kid this young—surely no older than thirteen or fourteen—her pimp had to be close by. If the girl was seen talking to Loretha, she’d get a beating. Hopefully, the pimp was busy keeping an eye on somebody else in his stable.
Confident that he wasn’t nearby, Loretha followed the girl, remaining a few strides behind.
“You don’t have to be out here on the street selling your body,” Loretha called out. “You know that, right?” Loretha pulled her sweater tighter across her chest and marveled at how the girl could look so comfortable dressed in next to nothing. It was barely fifty degrees.
“I’m from Harmony House,” Loretha continued. “I can help you get away from your pimp.” Though the girl wasn’t facing her, Loretha could see her body go rigid. She took a quick glance at Loretha over her shoulder.
“I ain’t got no pimp,” the girl snapped. “So just get outta here and leave me alone. My daddy warned us about you.” Good, Loretha thought. That meant the girl’s pimp viewed her as a threat.
“Don’t worry,” Loretha assured her. “Your pimp’s not around. I won’t get you in trouble. I know you can’t be seen talking to me. Just keep walking and I’ll stay back.”
“I told you, I don’t have no pimp,” the girl spat, continuing her stroll. “I have a boyfriend.” It would be a waste of time to explain to the girl that boyfriends don’t sell their girlfriends to other men.
“If you ever need a place to go, you can come to Harmony House. All you have to do is call. Anytime, day or night, and I’ll come get you.”
The girl stopped, put a hand on her hip, but didn’t turn to face her. “I already got a place to stay.”
The bravado didn’t fool Loretha either. She knew it was all an act.
“That’s fine. But if you ever want to leave, I have a place for you to go. What’s your name?”
The girl stepped off the curb and raised her hand high, trying to wave down a car that had reduced its speed. “You want a date tonight, honey?” she yelled out to the driver.
The man rolled down his window, gazed hungrily at the girl, then spied Loretha and sped off.
“You messin’ with my business!” the girl yelled. She finally turned around to get a good look at Loretha, but kept moving. “Get the hell away from me!”
“What’s your name?” Loretha asked again, matching the girl’s steps stride for stride, but careful to stay a safe distance back.
“Lady, I gotta make my quota. Leave me alone!”
“I’m just here to let you know you have options. What’s your name?”
The girl finally turned around. “Peaches. Why you messin’ with me?”
“Nice to meet you, Peaches. I’m Loretha Johnson. How old are you, Peaches?”
“Nineteen.”
The streetlight provided a solid glimpse of the cocoa-colored, plump-faced girl. There was no way she was nineteen. Up close, she looked even younger than Loretha had first thought.
“Why you out here tryin’ to be somebody’s fairy godmother?”
“Because I used to walk this track myself,” Loretha replied. “I know what it’s like.”
That got the girl’s attention. She glanced back at Loretha again. This time, her expression had softened, but only for an instant.
Loretha had indeed lived this life. Every horrible second of it. Older and wiser now, she was doing everything in her power to rescue others. One girl at a time.
She understood that Peaches and girls like her saw no way out. But to meet someone who had managed to escape, meant that it was possible for them to find their way to freedom too.
“I don’t mean to hurt your feelings,” Peaches continued, “but you don’t look like you got what it takes. You must’a been out here a long time ago.”
Loretha didn’t take offense at the girl’s intended slight. “Walking the track is hard work,” she said. “Makes you age much faster than you have to.”
It had been years since she’d strolled this very block, but the memory was like a deep wound. Though healed, the resulting scar would never go away.
These days, Loretha put extra effort into not looking pretty. Her skin was no longer porcelain smooth. Her hair still fell past her shoulders, but she didn’t wear it bone straight anymore. Her locs were dyed auburn and were usually pulled back into a bun. She’d also picked up twenty pounds or so and found comfort in her bare face and loose-fitting clothes. Though her exterior appeared shabby, on the inside, she finally felt worthy. That was the kind of beauty she wanted these girls to experience.
Loretha’s smartphone buzzed. She pulled it from her pocket, instantly recognizing the number. Another child who needed her help.
“I have to go, but I want you to call me. My number’s easy to remember. It’s 888-3737-888. Loretha pointed up the street. “I’m going to leave my card on the bus bench underneath that streetlight over there. I want you to pick it up and keep it with you. If you ever need help, call me and I’ll come get you.”
Loretha rushed past the girl, dropped her business card on the bench and turned down a side street toward her car. Minutes later, when her Prius reached the corner, the card was no longer on the bench.
She smiled and shook her fist in the air. “Thank you, Jesus!”
In Loretha’s world, that simple act was a victory.
( Continued... )
© 2013 All rights reserved. Book excerpt reprinted by permission of the author, Pamela Samuels Young. This excerpt is used for promotional purposes only. Do not reproduce, copy or use without the publisher's written permission. Copyright infringement is a serious offense. Share a link to this page or the author's website if you really like this promotional excerpt.
Purchase Anybody's Daughter by Pamela Samuels Young
Available Nationwide November 5, 2013
Buy here: www.pamelasamuelsyoung.com
Genre: Women's Fiction; Mystery; Thriller and Suspense
About the AuthorPamela Samuels Young is a practicing attorney whose fast-paced legal thrillers tackle law and crime. Recognized for her savvy female characters, Pamela brings a taste of diversity to the legal fiction genre. Her novels include the Fall 2013 release Anybody's Daughter, Attorney-Client Privilege, Murder on the Down Low. A natural hair enthusiast, she is the author of Kinky Coily: A Natural Hair Resource Guide. To invite Pamela to your book club meeting or event, email Pamela via her website at www.pamelasamuelsyoung.com
Pamela Samuels Young Tackles Horrific World of Child Sex Trafficking
Author and Attorney Pamela Samuels Young Takes on the Horrific World of Child Sex Trafficking!
Aptly described by one reviewer as “John Grisham with a sister’s twist,” Pamela has a knack for creating nail-biting suspense. According to bestselling author Scott Pratt, “If you haven't read her work, you've missed out on a powerful voice, an advocate for women, and an advocate for justice.”
In her gripping legal thriller, ANYBODY’S DAUGHTER, Pamela Samuels Young addresses a barely discussed truth in the African-American community, there is a new slavery robbing our communities of our young girls and boys. Approximately 100,000 children are at risk of being commercial sexually exploited annually. According to the U.S. Justice Department, 40% of those sex trafficking victims are African-American girls and the average age a girl gets involved in prostitution is 13. Increasingly, boys between 11 and 13 are also trafficked as well.
There are very high numbers of African-American and Latino children who are trafficked, but that's not to exclude other races that are victimized as well. The $39 billion sex trafficking industry has taken hundreds of thousands of young American girls of all races – it could be anybody's daughters, sisters, and nieces – and forced them into prostitution. The growing number of African American women and children being sold into sex trafficking made it imperative for Pamela to spread awareness about this growing epidemic in her novel, ANYBODY’S DAUGHTER.
Introduction for Anybody's Daughter
Is Anybody's Daughter Ever Safe?
Based on the real-life horrors faced by thousands of girls, award-winning author Pamela Samuels Young takes readers deep inside the disturbing world of child sex trafficking in a fast-paced thriller that educates as much as it entertains.
Thirteen-year-old Brianna Walker is ecstatic. She's about to sneak off to meet her first real boyfriend—a boyfriend she met on Facebook. But Brianna is in for a horrifying surprise because her boyfriend doesn't exist. Instead, Brianna unwittingly becomes the captive of a ring of drug dealers- turned-human traffickers who prey on lonely girls from dysfunctional homes. But they’ve made a big mistake in targeting Brianna because she doesn’t meet either of those criteria.
Brianna’s Uncle Dre, a man with his own criminal past, is determined to find the niece who is more like a daughter to him. Rather than sit back and rely on police to bring Brianna home, Dre scours the dark corners of Los Angeles looking for her. He is stunned to learn that the trafficking of children isn’t just happening in other countries. It’s occurring at epidemic levels right in his own backyard.
Dre is not alone in his desperate search. Loretha Johnson knows this world well. A social worker who previously lived “the life,” Loretha now dedicates her time to saving as many young girls as she can find. She turns out to be an invaluable resource for Dre, who ultimately gets a lead on The Shepherd, a mastermind in the trafficking world whose every move is fueled by ego and greed. Dre vows to bring The Shepherd's reign of terror to an end, even if he has to break the law to do it.
While Brianna makes a futile effort to thwart her captors, Dre is getting closer and closer to finding her. The woman he loves, attorney Angela Evans, knows the dangers faced by sexually exploited children because she represents them in juvenile court. Angela lends her moral support and, eventually, an important clue to Brianna’s whereabouts.
As he races against the clock, Dre ultimately comes up with a daring plan—one that puts many lives in danger, including his own. But will he find Brianna before it's too late?
Purchase Anybody's Daughter (Angela Evans Series No. 2)
Amazon Link: http://amzn.com/B00GC7UI8E
ANYBODY’S DAUGHTER CAMPAIGN GOALS
The following are just a few important areas ANYBODY’S DAUGHTER will bring to the reader’s attention while taking this harrowing look at sex trafficking of minors.
Sex Trafficking Awareness and Prevention: Cyber-sex trafficking and residential brothels are discussed in ANYBODY’S DAUGHTER, so that readers can open your mind the real world of sex slaves. To open their eyes to the violence and control sex traffickers exercise over their victims, who are mostly girls and young women. In the book the Pimps prey on young girls by finding their weakness and then exploiting them. By the time the children become adults, they are so broken. The book encourages readers to see the characters as victims of sexual exploitation rather than criminals. Readers are introduced to attorneys, judges and women leaders who are taking action to rescue the victims and to mentor them, as they fight to prevent and end sex trafficking in the U.S.
Americans trafficked by Americans: This is not something that happens only in other countries. It's here; it now! Pamela encourages parents to pay attention to their kid’s use of smartphones and their access to the Internet. The Internet is one of the biggest lures for young people getting caught up in human trafficking! Traffickers sell sex online everyday through their own cloaked websites and through social media networks. They pose as other kids, model search representatives and so many other triggers for teens. The Internet has been identified as the number one gateway into this form of domestic sexual slavery, as readers will see in ANYBODY’S DAUGHTER.
Social Service Donations and Funding: There is help out there for the victims and survivors. Social services do exist for victims of trafficking, however there remains insufficient services and funding to meet the needs of the thousands of teens caught up in the legal system and the department of social services. More media attention needs to focus on the rescue groups and safe harbors for the abused children, so that the public can offer help in the way of donations and other resources.
They are Victims not Criminals: Minor victims of sex trafficking are often arrested and criminalized despite their status as victims under federal law, but the “johns” are given a slap on the wrist. Sex traffickers frequently target vulnerable minors with histories of abuse and then use violence, threats, lies, false promises, emotional bondage, or other forms of control and manipulation to keep victims involved in the sex industry. When the victims are treated as criminals they are afraid to reach out to the police or the legal system for much needed assistance. They are too afraid to leave a trafficking situation, even when they are in life threatening peril. This is demonstrated several times through out the pages of ANYBODY’S DAUGHTER.
Mental Control of Abusers: There is a serious need for more research and media coverage of this invisible epidemic. The entertainment industry and pop culture have glamorized the horrors. No matter how a child entered the trade, the truth is children lack the emotional and psychological development to engage in sexual relationships with adults. Victims of sex trafficking may not readily identify as victims due to the psychological abuses inflicted by their trafficker forcing them into submission. The availability of statistics on the emotional breakdown is limited due to the crime’s hidden nature, cyber trafficking, limited awareness with our communities about sex trafficking.
Purchase Anybody's Daughter by Pamela Samuels Young
Available Nationwide November 5, 2013
Publisher: Goldman House Publishing
Genre: Women's Fiction; Mystery; Thriller and Suspense
Released in Trade Paperback; Available for eReaders
About the Author
Pamela Samuels Young is a practicing attorney and Essence bestselling author of the legal thrillers: Every Reasonable Doubt, In Firm Pursuit, Murder on the Down Low, Buying Time, Attorney-Client Privilege, and Anybody's Daughter. She is also a natural hair enthusiast and the author of Kinky Coily: A Natural Hair Resource Guide.
In addition to writing legal thrillers and working as an in-house employment attorney for a major corporation in Southern California, Pamela formerly served on the board of directors of the Los Angeles Chapter of Mystery Writers of America and is a diehard member of Sisters in Crime-L.A., an organization dedicated to the advancement of women mystery writers. The former journalist and Compton native is a graduate of USC, Northwestern University and UC Berkeley's School of Law. She is married and lives in the Los Angeles area.
A popular motivational speaker, Pamela also speaks on the topics of writing, diversity, discrimination law and pursuing your passion. Pamela is married and lives in the Los Angeles area, where she attends Hope in Christ Community Church in Compton.
To schedule Pamela for a speaking engagement or book club meeting via speakerphone, Skype, FaceTime or in person, visit her website at: www.pamelasamuelsyoung.com. There is also a multitude of ways to connect with her.
Contact Pamela Samuels Young
EMAIL: pamelasamuelsyoung@gmail.com
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Teen Dating Violence Awareness
Teen Dating Violence Awareness
Teen Dating Violence (DV) Prevention and Awareness is a national effort to raise awareness about abuse in teen and 20-something relationships and promote programs that prevent it during the month of February.
The repercussions of teen dating violence are impossible to ignore – they hurt not just the young people victimized but also their families, friends, schools and communities. Throughout February, organizations and individuals nationwide are coming together to highlight the need to educate young people about dating violence, teach healthy relationship skills and prevent the devastating cycle of abuse.
Teen dating violence and abuse is a pattern of destructive behaviors used to exert power and control over a dating partner. While we define dating violence as a pattern, that doesn't mean the first instance of abuse is not dating violence. It just recognizes that dating violence usually involves a series of abusive behaviors over a course of time. For more details Go here today: http://www.teendvmonth.org/about-teendvmonth
Teen Dating Violence
Understanding Teen Dating Violence Fact Sheet [ Read the Adobe PDF file ]
Read this Article by Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Sharing for information purposes only!
Unhealthy relationships can start early and last a lifetime. Dating violence often starts with teasing and name calling. These behaviors are often thought to be a “normal” part of a relationship. But these behaviors can set the stage for more serious violence like physical assault and rape.
What is dating violence?
Teen dating violence is defined as the physical, sexual, or psychological/emotional violence within a dating relationship, as well as stalking. It can occur in person or electronically and may occur between a current or former dating partner. You may have heard several different words used to describe teen dating violence. Here are just a few:
* Relationship Abuse
* Intimate Partner Violence
* Relationship Violence
* Dating Abuse
* Domestic Abuse
* Domestic Violence
Adolescents and adults are often unaware that teens experience dating violence. In a nationwide survey, 9.4 percent of high school students report being hit, slapped, or physically hurt on purpose by their boyfriend or girlfriend in the 12 months prior to the survey. (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, 2011 Youth Risk Behavior Survey).
About 1 in 5 women and nearly 1 in 7 men who ever experienced rape, physical violence, and/or stalking by an intimate partner, first experienced some form of partner violence between 11 and 17 years of age (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, 2010 National Intimate Partner and Sexual Violence Survey).
What are the consequences of dating violence?
As teens develop emotionally, they are heavily influenced by their relationship experiences. Healthy relationship behaviors can have a positive effect on a teen’s emotional development. Unhealthy, abusive or violent relationships can cause short term and long term negative effects, or consequences to the developing teen. Victims of teen dating violence are more likely to do poorly in school, and report binge drinking, suicide attempts, and physical fighting. Victims may also carry the patterns of violence into future relationships.
Why Does Dating Violence Happen?
Communicating with your partner, managing uncomfortable emotions like anger and jealousy, and treating others with respect are a few ways to keep relationships healthy and non-violent. Teens receive messages about how to behave in relationships from peers, adults in their lives, and the media. All too often these examples suggest violence in a relationship is okay. Violence is never acceptable. But there are reasons why it happens.
Violence is related to certain risk factors. Risks of having unhealthy relationships increase for teens who:
* Believe it's okay to use threats or violence to get their way or to express frustration or anger.
* Use alcohol or drugs.
* Can't manage anger or frustration.
* Hang out with violent peers.
* Have multiple sexual partners.
* Have a friend involved in dating violence.
* Are depressed or anxious.
* Have learning difficulties and other problems at school.
* Don't have parental supervision and support.
* Witness violence at home or in the community.
* Have a history of aggressive behavior or bullying.
Dating violence can be prevented when teens, families, organizations, and communities work together to implement effective prevention strategies.
The following resources provide more information on teen dating violence.
http://www.cdc.gov/violenceprevention/intimatepartnerviolence/teen_dating_violence.html
Teen Dating Violence (DV) Prevention and Awareness is a national effort to raise awareness about abuse in teen and 20-something relationships and promote programs that prevent it during the month of February.
The repercussions of teen dating violence are impossible to ignore – they hurt not just the young people victimized but also their families, friends, schools and communities. Throughout February, organizations and individuals nationwide are coming together to highlight the need to educate young people about dating violence, teach healthy relationship skills and prevent the devastating cycle of abuse.
Teen dating violence and abuse is a pattern of destructive behaviors used to exert power and control over a dating partner. While we define dating violence as a pattern, that doesn't mean the first instance of abuse is not dating violence. It just recognizes that dating violence usually involves a series of abusive behaviors over a course of time. For more details Go here today: http://www.teendvmonth.org/about-teendvmonth
Teen Dating Violence
Understanding Teen Dating Violence Fact Sheet [ Read the Adobe PDF file ]
Read this Article by Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Sharing for information purposes only!
Unhealthy relationships can start early and last a lifetime. Dating violence often starts with teasing and name calling. These behaviors are often thought to be a “normal” part of a relationship. But these behaviors can set the stage for more serious violence like physical assault and rape.
What is dating violence?
Teen dating violence is defined as the physical, sexual, or psychological/emotional violence within a dating relationship, as well as stalking. It can occur in person or electronically and may occur between a current or former dating partner. You may have heard several different words used to describe teen dating violence. Here are just a few:
* Relationship Abuse
* Intimate Partner Violence
* Relationship Violence
* Dating Abuse
* Domestic Abuse
* Domestic Violence
Adolescents and adults are often unaware that teens experience dating violence. In a nationwide survey, 9.4 percent of high school students report being hit, slapped, or physically hurt on purpose by their boyfriend or girlfriend in the 12 months prior to the survey. (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, 2011 Youth Risk Behavior Survey).
About 1 in 5 women and nearly 1 in 7 men who ever experienced rape, physical violence, and/or stalking by an intimate partner, first experienced some form of partner violence between 11 and 17 years of age (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, 2010 National Intimate Partner and Sexual Violence Survey).
What are the consequences of dating violence?
As teens develop emotionally, they are heavily influenced by their relationship experiences. Healthy relationship behaviors can have a positive effect on a teen’s emotional development. Unhealthy, abusive or violent relationships can cause short term and long term negative effects, or consequences to the developing teen. Victims of teen dating violence are more likely to do poorly in school, and report binge drinking, suicide attempts, and physical fighting. Victims may also carry the patterns of violence into future relationships.
Why Does Dating Violence Happen?
Communicating with your partner, managing uncomfortable emotions like anger and jealousy, and treating others with respect are a few ways to keep relationships healthy and non-violent. Teens receive messages about how to behave in relationships from peers, adults in their lives, and the media. All too often these examples suggest violence in a relationship is okay. Violence is never acceptable. But there are reasons why it happens.
Violence is related to certain risk factors. Risks of having unhealthy relationships increase for teens who:
* Believe it's okay to use threats or violence to get their way or to express frustration or anger.
* Use alcohol or drugs.
* Can't manage anger or frustration.
* Hang out with violent peers.
* Have multiple sexual partners.
* Have a friend involved in dating violence.
* Are depressed or anxious.
* Have learning difficulties and other problems at school.
* Don't have parental supervision and support.
* Witness violence at home or in the community.
* Have a history of aggressive behavior or bullying.
Dating violence can be prevented when teens, families, organizations, and communities work together to implement effective prevention strategies.
The following resources provide more information on teen dating violence.
http://www.cdc.gov/violenceprevention/intimatepartnerviolence/teen_dating_violence.html
Coming Oct. 29 A Madaris Bride for Christmas by Brenda Jackson
BRENDA JACKSON – MILESTONE – 100TH BOOK
A Madaris Bride for Christmas – will hit the stores October 29, 2013
A Madaris Bride for Christmas – will hit the stores October 29, 2013
It’s only fitting that bestselling author Brenda Jackson’s 100th book is A MADARIS BRIDE FOR CHRISTMAS (Harlequin Kimani Arabesque Press; November 2013) as she began her writing career with the Madaris family in her first novel — Tonight and Forever. Throughout the years millions of readers have come to love the Madaris family and have made them part of their own.
This November, Jackson brings readers another Madaris family romance. A MADARIS BRIDE FOR CHRISTMAS features one of Jackson’s most unforgettable Madaris heroes yet — Lee Madaris. Lee isn't letting anyone control his destiny to find the woman he wants to marry.
But one-by-one, the Madaris men have surrendered to the matchmaking schemes of Felicia Laverne Madaris, matriarch of the family. Lee is determined to bring a bride of his own choosing to the family's holiday gathering—if only his hotel's gorgeous new chef will agree to a marriage of convenience.
Brenda Jackson weaves this tale with twist and turns – a born storyteller – romance being the icing on the cake. With this novel, Jackson taps into all of the remarkable storytelling gifts that are the mark of her fiction—polished and confident writing, a sexy spark and characters that burst off the page. A MADARIS BRIDE FOR CHRISTMAS is one of Jackson’s best books yet and a milestone for this bestselling author.
Brenda Jackson, a prolific writer of contemporary multicultural romance novels, is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author. She is the first African-American female romance writer to become a USA TODAY and New York Times bestselling novelist. Jackson continues to reach new milestones as A MADARIS BRIDE FOR CHRISTMAS is her 100th original work.
EXCERPT: MADARIS BRIDE FOR CHRISTMAS
By Brenda Jackson
“Is there a reason you were dancing alone?”
Carly Briggs' face warmed as she wondered if Lee Madaris thought she’d looked ridiculous. “It’s my birthday and—”
“Happy birthday,” he said.
Carly smiled up at Lee. “Thanks. I was having my own private party of one.”
He tilted his head. “That’s no fun. A beautiful woman should never party alone.”
He was smooth, she thought. As smooth as he was handsome. And she’d noticed he wasn’t wearing a ring. She knew some men didn’t cherish the sanctity of marriage vows, but she did.
“For me that’s no problem. I’m a loner anyway,” she said.
“Why?”
She doubted he wanted to listen to her sob story. She had few friends and had learned early on that the only person she could truly trust was herself. “I prefer things that way. What about you?”
“A loner?” Lee shrugged. “I couldn’t be a loner even if I wanted to. My family’s too big.”
“Really?” she asked. She couldn’t help but envy anyone who belonged to a large family.
“Yes, really.”
The Luther Vandross song ended and they slowly parted. “You’re an excellent dancer,” he said.
“So are you.” She glanced at her watch. “It’s getting late and—”
“You’re calling it an early night on your birthday?”
She chuckled. “Afraid so. I’m checking out of the hotel in the morning.”
“I see. Well, thanks for the dance.”
“No, I should be thanking you. It was nice meeting you. I hope you continue to enjoy the Grand MD.”
Lee's smile widened. “Oh, I’m sure that I will.”
Carly’s gaze held his. She wasn’t sure why she did what she did next. It could have been his scent surrounding her or his overpowering masculinity or his handsomeness—any of them could have been responsible for obliterating any semblance of her common sense.
Before she could talk herself out of doing so, she leaned up on her tiptoes. She only intended to plant a light kiss on his lips, but the moment their mouths touched they were caught in a barrage of desires they could no longer downplay. He pulled her into his arms. Her body pressed against his, and she felt every single inch of him.
( Continues... )
Copyright © 2013 by Brenda Jackson. All rights reserved. Book excerpt reprinted by permission of the author, Brenda Jackson. This excerpt is used for promotional purposes only. Do not reproduce, copy or use without the publisher's written permission. Copyright infringement is a serious offense. Share a link to this page or the author's website if you really like this promotional excerpt.
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This title will be released on October 29, 2013.
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About the Author
Brenda Jackson is a gifted writer who is known for remarkable storytelling – which is a mark of her fiction—polished and confident writing, stories with characters that burst off the page.
Brenda Jackson is a die-heart romantic who married her childhood sweetheart and still proudly wears the "going steady" ring he gave her when she was 15. Because she began believing very early in the power of love and romance, she can't help but write stories with happy endings.
She is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of 100 romance novels and looks forward to increasing that number. She loves to weave love stories and it is the highlight of her day. Her professional writing career began in 1994 and she has over 3 million books in print.
Over the years she has received numerous awards and made many trail-blazing accomplishments. She was the first African-American author to have a book published under the Harlequin/Silhouette Desire line of books and the first African-American romance author to make USA Today's bestsellers list and the New York Times bestsellers list for the romance genre. Her titles continue to hit both New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller's lists!
Brenda is also the recipient of the prestigious Romance Writer of America Nora Roberts Lifetime Achievement Award in 2012, and a 2010 Romance Times Book Reviews Career Achievement Award.
She was a 2012 NAACP Image Award Nominee for her 81st book, A Silken Thread. Jackson has a Bachelor of Science degree in Business Administration from Jacksonville University, and worked for thirty-seven years in management at a major insurance company.
In addition, Brenda is a writer who gives back. Jackson says, “I believe in the power of education, in honor of my grandmother, ten years ago I established the Josiephine Streater Threatt Scholarship Foundation at Florida Memorial University in Miami Gardens, Florida. Over $150,000 have been donated."
She and her husband live in the city where they were born, Jacksonville, Florida, and have two sons. She and her husband spend time together traveling and discovering romantic places she could use as settings in her books.
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Coming Oct. 29 Path to Promise by Sherryle Kiser Jackson
Path to Promise by Sherryle Kiser Jackson
Sequel to Land of Promiscuity

Sequel to Land of Promiscuity

There’s a difference between running scared and running free.
Rebecca Lucas is on the run again, running from rumors, running from reality, and most of all, running from Will, her best friend and soul mate. This time Rebecca is ready to reclaim the life she left behind in Salisbury before the burial of her mother and the handling of her mother’s estate. Time away, however, has done little to alleviate her biggest problem—her coworker Kenny Burke and the indecent proposal he pitched to her before leaving town. She’s back, and he uses every resource at his disposal to get her to go along with his plan.
Will Donovan, the man left in the trail of Rebecca’s taillights and exhaust fumes, has a few problems of his own. His father’s secrets have left the senior Pastor Donovan ousted from his longtime position as leader of Grace Apostle Methodist Church, and Will with one foot in the door. As a mandate of the church board, Will must apply and compete for his dad’s job. His competition is the very charismatic and well-connected Danny Glass Jr., heir of a televangelist empire. Will seems to be the only one questioning why Danny is on his turf when he has his own father to succeed. He struggles with the integrity of his decisions in an effort to carve out his own identity in ministry.
For Will and Rebecca, the Path to Promise is far from a utopian street paved with gold. Will their paths, marred with their own obstacles, cross and lead them to the promises of God?
5 of 5 stars - Early Book Review by A'ndrea Wilson
Wow! In the sequel to Land of Promiscuity, Sherryle Kiser Jackson offers a beautiful and inspirational love story, resolving readers' lingering questions from Book 1. Path to Promise picks up shortly after Land of Promiscuity leaves off, addressing the issues that were introduced in the first novel-Rebecca's work woes, Will's reluctance to leadership, and the couple's hot-cold relationship. Rebecca finds herself drowning in harassment on the job by a lawyer who seems to stay one step ahead of her. With her legal career at risk, will she finally believe in herself enough to fight for her own justice?
Will's biggest fear has become reality-he is being pushed into the senior pastor role too soon. To make matters worse, instead of being given the position previously held by his father, he is expected to prove himself worthy in a battle against the son of a famous pastor. Can he gain the support of the congregation despite the obvious attempts to discredit his abilities? And will his undying love for his childhood best friend be enough to keep them both on the path to the promise of a future filled with hope?
I absolutely loved this book. I would go as far as to say that this book is my favorite from Jackson, demonstrating her growth as a writer and commitment to developing a great story. The characters felt so real that I experienced every emotion with them, leaving me in tears, celebrating, and even angry a few times. Readers of Land of Promiscuity will not be disappointed with this enjoyable conclusion. If you've ever felt unworthy, lost, insecure, or nonredeemable, Path to Promise is a must-read book that will encourage you to embrace God's healing and never go back.
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Excerpt from Path to Promise
The next day Rebecca clung to her sixteen-ounce Colombian roast as life support to get her through the day. She practically had to reintroduce herself to the firm’s fifth-floor administrative assistant, Celeste, after she called out to the slightly older woman to hold the elevator on the ground floor. No greeting and no apology came from her colleague when they came face-to-face after Rebecca sacrificed her umbrella handle to prompt the door to open again.
“Thank you,” Rebecca said sarcastically before the elevator car became crowded with associates, who were just as rude, pushing them farther back with their wet umbrellas, their lawyer-speak, and their arrogance.
Their building had ten floors; the top five were occupied by the largest law firm on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. When the elevator reached the fifth floor, an older man in an all-weather coat pushed the close button so quickly that Rebecca and Celeste couldn’t move forward and get off the elevator in time. The man acting as the lift operator then spoke loudly into his cell phone, letting the person on the other end of the line know his estimated time of arrival in the suite of offices on a higher floor. Having missed their floor, an indication of how insignificant they were on the firm’s totem pole, Rebecca and Celeste shared a perturbed look.
They rode to the top, stopping on practically every other floor, and then rode back down to the very bottom before they could move to the front and take control of the roving beast that was their elevator.
“I see nothing has changed around here,” Rebecca said once she was off the elevator and heading with her traveling companion to the administrative suite of cubicles and waiting rooms.
“Not a thing. I am glad one of us knows somebody that has enough pull to get a substantial vacation before vacation week.” Celeste smirked.
Apparently, Celeste hadn’t gotten the notice as to why she had been out, Rebecca thought. A “How are you doing?” would have been in order. Rebecca decided her business wasn’t worth telling. They weren’t friends. They had the same strained relationship Rebecca seemed to have with all women, one based on assumptions, envy, and petty arguments. She was thought to be worthless throughout high school because she didn’t hang in a clique of girls that had boyfriends, gossiped, or had a fashion obsession. Then she was considered a wanton threat because the boyfriends of those same girls got wind of the fact that she had contoured her body and wasn’t afraid to use it.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Celeste said, walking ahead to her command post, apparently in a hurry to grab something. Celeste grabbed a pile of papers and file folders with one arm. She turned at the precise time and practically shoved the stack into Rebecca’s midsection. “Now you can pull your own weight.”
Rebecca stepped back, not so much from the impact, but from the splash of her coffee. She fought to maintain her grip on the coffee cup. They were in a staring match, and it would continue, as far as Rebecca was concerned, until Celeste realized her hands were occupied. Still holding the pile of papers and folders, Celeste sighed heavily and begrudgingly followed Rebecca, whose gait was purposely slow. Celeste’s shoes squeaked due to the slickness of the floor from the spilled coffee and the cheap polyurethane material her shoes were made from. Before even attempting to retrieve what Celeste had for her, Rebecca sat her coffee down and draped her fur-trimmed sweater on the hook to the right of her desk once she was inside her cubicle. They exchanged smug looks and the load of papers before Celeste turned to leave.
What was her problem? Rebecca thought. No amount of coercion or sweet talk could make Celeste fill in for a paralegal. On numerous occasions, she had let attorneys and their lackeys alike know she was an administrative assistant. She worked with Windows software, not Workshare, and she absolutely wasn’t running back and forth across the street to the courthouse. Bethany or any of the other three paralegals in the building might be called upon to assist in her stead, but definitely not Celeste.
Rebecca’s desk was neat, and the pile of depositions and files that she now held would give her a time line of what had gone on in her absence. She walked to the break room before taking on the task of going through the pile and devising a to-do list from it. She needed to refresh her cup of coffee and, in doing so, checked off her first assignment. It was her duty to start a pot of generic roast for clients and guests who would check in on their floor. A sad cutout of a Christmas tree, tacked up on the huge memo board and cluttered with generic cards from random staffers, was the only reminder of the holiday that had just past. Rebecca concentrated on setting the coffee machine to brew so she could forget how she had spent Christmas day sulking and sorting through mail of her own.
She backtracked now to her desk to grab her calendar to confer with Celeste. Like a chess player did a chessboard, she studied her calendar and kept it up to date at all times. She had to know where all the major players were. Jacobs, God help him, was no doubt in court. That left Minor and Burke, whom she was uncertain about.
Burke. The thought of him gave her shivers. She used to think the way he looked at her was sexy, but now it brought a curl to her lip. Would he be in today or out wooing some client? Maybe he had started his vacation. Would he be looking for her to help him entertain his potential client list, like he had implied before she left? Hopefully, he had found someone else to harass.
Maybe she could get a reprieve today. Yeah, who came in between Christmas and New Year’s, anyway? she told herself. Then she thought of all the attorneys in the elevator this morning. She bent back the corner on her agenda book, just thinking about it. It was crazy to keep dwelling on Burke’s proposition to befriend his client, Walter Calhoun that had happened just one time and would more than likely not happen again. Her plan was to attack the pile on her desk while attacking her anxiety. She did a one-eighty back to her desk, but like a revolving door, she spun around again with a favor in mind to ask Cruella De Vil at the front desk.
Rebecca stopped at Celeste’s desk and inhaled deeply as she waited to be acknowledged. “Celeste, since it’s my first day back, I’m really, really, really trying to play low key today. It’s like I’m not here. I wasn’t even going to report until Monday, anyway. Until I can weed my way through this pile and get things in order, I’m no good to anyone, anyway. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell Burke that I’m back here. I’m not saying to lie, but just don’t make an announcement.”
“Oh, no way, sista. Then he’ll be loading me up with things to do, or he’ll have me searching for Bethany, who, between the two of you, hasn’t worked a weekend’s worth of time this month.” She leaned in, and although Rebecca found that odd, she leaned in as well to catch the apparent scoop Celeste was dishing. “You know, she’s nearly four months pregnant.”
Rebecca blinked several times as she digested the news, and wondered for a moment how much of her own business Celeste shared in this same manner with friends and foes alike. “Please, Celeste. I don’t ask you for much.”
“So you’re hiding from Burke?” Celeste gave her top molars a satisfied suck.
“Not hiding. I’m just a little disoriented. See,” she said, holding out her agenda book. “I don’t know where anyone is in any of their cases. Jacobs . . .”
“Is due in court at nine,” Celeste said, finishing Rebecca’s sentence for her.
Rebecca shrugged and shook her head at the same time. “They do that to him on purpose.”
“He does it to himself. He’s served more court time than a repeat offender, but he’s on a winning streak now. If he was smart, he’d hook up with seven and eight, like Minor is doing, working on a corporate bid. It should be interesting to see who between Burke and Minor wins an office upstairs first,” Celeste said, referring to the status of senior attorneys, who were housed on the seventh and eighth floors.
Rebecca had underestimated Celeste’s knowledge of office politics. Rebecca didn’t want to play them, but it was good to know the house rules.
“He’ll be in here, all right, without me saying a word,” Celeste said.
Rebecca gave her a quizzical look. “Who?”
“Burke. That’s who you’re worried about, aren’t you?” Celeste snapped.
Rebecca leaned in as Celeste had done to get her to pipe down. “What makes you so certain?”
This time Celeste backed away, as if Rebecca had some sort of disease. “One thing Mr. Kenny Burke can do well is sniff out fresh meat and money. In your case, meat he hasn’t fully picked over yet.”
Rebecca watched Celeste suck her teeth again, as if to dislodge remnants from her breakfast, before turning on her swivel chair. Rebecca was thoroughly disgusted. What did that mean? And what did she know?
( Continues... )
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Multi-published author, wife, mother and teacher, Sherryle Kiser Jackson strives to be a fresh voice in Christian Fiction. Born in Prince Georges County, Maryland, Sherryle went on to get a degree in Elementary Education from from Salisbury State University. Her triumphant debut novel, Soon and Very Soon (2007) was followed up by her sophomore release, The Manual (2009), Soon After (2010),Taylor- Made (2011) and Land of Promiscuity (2012) for Urban Christian Books. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two children.
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Coming Oct. 29 Looking for Trouble by Trice Hickman
Some dreams will test your head and your heart...
John Small may be a successful Wall Street banker, but at heart he's a country boy from the sleepy town of Nedine, South Carolina. John wants to open Nedine's first black-owned bank. But big dreams can bring big problems and John's snooty New York City girlfriend, Madeline, is just the beginning. John is about to learn some hard truths about money, power, love, and loyalty. And when his future, and his family's legacy, is in danger, help will come from where he least expects it...
Alexandria Thornton is a hard-working corporate attorney by day, but she's passionately pursuing her dream as a spoken word artist by night. Frustrated with her career and her lackluster love life, Alexandria's ready to throw in the towel on both that is, until a man from her past reenters her life and changes everything. But her newfound happiness is short-lived when old lovers, lingering secrets, and hidden desires threaten to end it all...
CHAPTER 1
Summertime, several decades in the past Nedine, South Carolina
Allene Small was glad she'd always been an early riser because on a day like today—which she knew held the promise of danger and deception—she was already up, ready for battle while the enemy was still asleep.
Allene sat on her tiny front porch and breathed in the fresh air around her as she looked out at the pink- and lavender-colored hydrangea bushes lining her neatly manicured yard. Slowly she pivoted back and forth in her ancient rocking chair, straining her eyes toward the east so she could take in the early-morning sun, which had started its climb in the distant sky. She blinked, nodding in agreement with the uncomfortable awareness resting in her heart and mind. She could feel the rumblings vibrating deep in her chest—trouble and strife—and, more specifically, the impending presence of a treacherous woman who was up to no good.
Allene knew that most folks would have been slightly set back or even frightened by such an ominous foreboding, but she wasn't deterred and she wasn't afraid. If there was one thing that ninety years of living and praying had taught her, it was that good and bad were always present, and sometimes the two forces tried to occupy the same space at the same time.
Over the years, Allene had encountered plenty of bad, low-down people, who harbored even worse intentions. And, unfortunately, she'd learned the hard way that evil was all around, and that it often disguised itself under the cloak of good. She knew that evil could laugh and smile in your face while viciously twisting a knife in your back. It could soothe and comfort you while killing you slowly. And it could encourage and uplift you while secretly plotting your very demise.
But Allene also knew how to tell the difference between the two, and she could do that because she'd been blessed with the gift of prophesy, and that precious ability allowed her to see what others couldn't.
"The gift," as it was commonly referred to in the South, allowed Allene to see and predict things accurately before they happened. She could spot liars before they ever opened their mouth to utter a single word. She could discern one's intentions, whether good or bad, simply by looking into the person's eyes. She could forecast events in advance of them coming to pass, and she could foresee blessings, as well as misfortunes, that lay down the road.
Having the gift had been both Allene's blessing and her curse. She'd seen things in her lifetime that she wished she hadn't, and she'd been right when she had wanted to be wrong. But this morning was one of those times that Allene was thankful she'd been blessed with such a unique ability. Because while she sat on her porch, wrapped in the peaceful quiet of a bright new day, she wasn't fooled by its seeming calm.A manipulative woman who was hell-bent on causing trouble was on her way to Allene's small town of Nedine, South Carolina, and Allene knew the chaos that the attractive stranger was bringing was headed straight for her family's doorstep.
"Don't worry, John. I'm ready for the fight, and I'm here to protect and guide you, baby," Allene whispered as she continued to rock back and forth, thinking about her enterprising young grandson. She knew that the danger brewing was directly connected to him, in the form of his girlfriend, and that he didn't have a clue about the mess he'd unknowingly gotten himself into.
Just then, a chill swept against Allene's arm, causing her to pull her thin blue gingham shawl tight around her shoulders. At that moment, she knew that the woman was already in town with her grandson, laying a sneaky trap for him. "It's gonna be all right, John. I'ma guide you, and I know you gonna make the right decision," she whispered into the air.
Allene slowly rose from her chair and walked the short distance to the edge of the porch. She stood impressively tall for a woman of her advanced years—solid and straight. She shielded her eyes with her right hand as she looked out at the beaming sun, which was steadily rising in the cloudless sky. "Life's long, but short," she said aloud as she shook her head. She knew that unlike the slow patience it took to watch a sunrise, people could quickly lose everything they'd worked for in the blink of an eye based on one bad decision. The sudden chill on her arm let her know that mischief was already brewing, because trouble was an early riser, too. "I'm ready for the fight," she whispered.
Allene also knew that a lot was riding on the next forty-eight hours. She lowered her hand to her mouth, stretching her long, wrinkled fingers across her full lips as she continued to think about her grandson. She had to protect John from what he couldn't see—a beguiling woman who could derail his life's dreams if he wasn't careful. Allene's gift had revealed the woman for who she really was. Despite the woman's sweet words, sophistication, and enthusiastic gestures, she was as slick as a serpent and as cunning as a fox. This jezebel was just as determined to destroy John as Allene was to save him.
"I have faith and I know everything's gonna be all right," Allene said with conviction as she continued her talk with the sky. She knew the woman was dangerous in ways that could either ruin a man, get him killed, or both. But again, she wasn't deterred because she knew her family's survival was at stake, and she'd do whatever it took to make sure the Smalls were safe and prospered for future generations to come. As she thought about her family's legacy and the promise it held, her mind shifted to Alexandria.
"I'm gonna help you, too, baby girl," Allene said with a smile.
Alexandria was the hope and the future. She was the vision Allene had seen a month ago when she got her first glimpse of her great-great-granddaughter, who would not be born for several decades to come. Ever since that eye-opening day, Allene had been using all the powers and abilities she'd cultivated over the years to reach across time and bridge the past with the present in order to connect with the young woman who shared her same gift.
Allene could see that Alexandria was standing at a crossroads, and that she was frightened and confused by what was happening to her. She reminded Allene a lot of herself at that age, when she didn't understand her gift, and had been afraid of its repercussions. And just as she'd done, her beautiful great-great-granddaughter was running from who she was. Allene knew it was time for Alexandria to discover the purpose of what she'd been blessed to have, and learn how to use it. It was Allene's new mission to guide Alexandria, just as she intended to guide John now.
"Find what's right for you and open your heart, baby girl. Listen to what I'm sayin' to you, Alexandria," Allene said in a low, sweet whisper. "Listen and learn."
Allene closed her eyes as another vision flashed behind her lids. A warm feeling replaced the chill that had come over her only moments ago, and a sense of peace spread through her body. She saw an image, and it was enough to let her know that she'd just witnessed the answer to Alexandria's quandary. "Look for the diamond, 'cause the one who has that is the one who's gonna help save you." Allene whispered the last part of her appeal with conviction, hoping and praying that Alexandria would hear her plea, pay attention, and recognize the sign when she saw it.
CHAPTER 2
Summertime, present-day Atlanta, Georgia
"Oh no," Alexandria softly whispered, trying to hide her discomfort. Her body tensed, anticipating the annoyance that was about to come. This can't be happening again. Not now, she thought.
"What's wrong?" Peter whispered back, still continuing to nibble on the left lobe of Alexandria's ear.
She moved her head to the side, trying to block out the sound that was making its way back into her mind. Go away! Please go away and leave me alone! Alexandria shouted to herself as she repositioned her nude body under the weight of Peter's muscular heft. She turned her head back to face him, releasing a low, measured sigh.
"You okay?" Peter asked; this time, there was a bit of concern in between his heavy panting.
"I'm fine," Alexandria lied. She hesitated; then slowly pulled him closer against her bare chest. "Kiss me," she demanded in a not-so-playful tone. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly, and concentrated on her boyfriend's languid tongue as she tried to block out the voice—laced with a deep Southern accent—that was invading her head.
Although she knew that her love life with Peter was woefully lacking, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd had an orgasm, Alexandria had hoped that a quick roll between the sheets would give her mind a break from the recurring loop it had been stuck in. But instead of arresting her anxiety, the physical romp only seemed to kick her senses into overdrive.
As Peter's movements became more urgent, her desire began to quickly wane by the second, sinking into the background of the voice repeating itself inside her head. She tried to concentrate on the moment, but that didn't work, so she willed her mind to take her to another place. But that was no use, either. The harder she fought, the louder the sound of the voice grew. Finally she gave up.
"Peter, I'm sorry, but I have to go." Alexandria gently pushed him away, freeing herself from his hold.
"What?" Peter huffed, looking confused. "You've gotta be kidding me."
"No, I really do need to go," she said as she sat up and kicked her long, slightly thick legs to the side of his king-size bed. She ran her fingers through the mass of long, kinky dark brown curls atop her head as she slumped her shoulders in frustration.
"One minute you want me to kiss you and the next you're pushing me away. What gives?"
"I'm sorry, Peter. I don't mean to send mixed signals."
"Then don't." Peter paused as he moved in close, still trying to nuzzle his body next to hers. He leaned into her, giving her shoulder a light kiss. "C'mon, lay back down with me."
Alexandria ignored his coaxing; instead, she slowly stood to her feet as she spoke. "It's not you. It's me," she told him, knowing how off-putting and clichéd her response, albeit truthful, sounded. She could feel thick tension rise in the air as soon as the words left her mouth, so she tried to speak in a gentle tone. "There's a lot going on in my life right now. Things that have nothing to do with you, Peter."
"I don't believe this." Peter reluctantly reached for his boxers as Alexandria pulled her sundress over her head and then slid it down the length of her curvaceous body. "So where does this leave me?" he asked.
She wanted to tell him, How the hell do I know? I can't even figure out what's going on in my own life, let alone yours. But she knew this wasn't the time for such declarations, so she leavened her tone, inserting a measure of compassion in her voice. "I need to be alone tonight so I can think."
"Think? ... Think about what, Alexandria?"
"Life, and what I'm supposed to do with mine. Like I said, there's so much going on right now. I hope you can understand."
Peter shook his head in dismay. "I've been trying hard to understand you, especially over the last couple weeks. I've been patient when you zone out on me, and I've tried to be understanding when you say you have a lot going on, like now, even though you never give a clue about exactly what the problem is."
Alexandria looked into Peter's dark brown eyes and nodded, knowing he deserved to hear the full truth: She was so scared about what was happening to her that she didn't have time to focus on their relationship. But at the same time, she knew Peter's primary focus was really on himself and his feelings—because not once had he asked her what kinds of things were bothering her.
She'd met Peter two years ago while working as a summer intern at Johnson, Taylor, and Associates, one of the largest law firms in the Atlanta Metro area. She'd been in her last year of law school at UPenn, and somewhat ambivalent about pursuing a career in the legal field. Peter had just graduated from Yale University School of Law, was an ambitious first-year associate at the firm, and was already rumored to be a rising star within the ranks. Although he was a bit uptight and a little too formal in his attitude than what Alexandria liked, Peter's tall, muscular physique, smooth dark chocolate skin, and handsome face had all attracted her to him. They had spotted each other during the first day of new employee orientation and had gone out for drinks during happy hour a week later.
They'd both been seeing other people at the time, but neither had been seriously involved. Their casual lunches and long dinners slowly turned into much more. They kept in touch after she returned to law school for her senior year, and they saw each other whenever time permitted, which wasn't often. Once she graduated the next summer they started dating exclusively, and had been together ever since.
"Who is he?" Peter asked.
"What?"
"Please, Alexandria," Peter said, looking at her with an accusatory glare. "Don't play me for a fool. If you're seeing someone else, I'd appreciate you being up front with me instead of feeding me excuses."
"Oh, like you and Monica?"
Peter let out an exasperated sigh. "I told you, that was nothing."
"Yeah, right."
"I can't help it if the woman showed up on my doorstep out the blue."
"Excuse me, but it makes a difference when the woman you're referring to, just happened to be your ex-girlfriend! And for someone who mysteriously showed up unwelcome, you sure did make her feel at home," Alexandria said, returning his accusing stare. "I got here and found you two drinking wine and laughing, acting all cozy."
"Number one, we weren't cozy. We were simply talking," Peter said in a direct tone. "She was depressed because the guy she was seeing had just dumped her. She needed someone to talk to and—"
"And you were the first person she went running to," Alexandria countered. "I think that's very strange, especially given the fact that you dumped her, too. So why on earth would she come to you for a shoulder to cry on? It didn't make sense then, and it still doesn't make sense now."
Until last month when Alexandria had caught Peter and his ex in that precarious situation, he hadn't given her much reason to question his fidelity. He was a pragmatist who preferred diplomacy over drama, and he avoided the latter at all costs. Having extra women on the side only upped the ante for chaos, and Peter wasn't one for the kind of trouble that fooling around could bring. He was the dependable type, almost to the point of being predictably annoying. Because of his anal manner, a small part of Alexandria believed that even if Peter wanted to stray, it would be challenging for him, given the fact that he also spent most of his time at the office.
Peter routinely worked twelve- and fourteen-hour days, sometimes six days a week, all in his self-imposed race to climb the ladder of success, following in his mother's large and looming footsteps. She was a circuit court judge and was currently being courted to run for one of Georgia's congressional seats. She was a demanding overachiever, and Peter wanted to make her proud, which meant working insanely long hours and forfeiting a social life beyond networking functions, where he could make business connections. When he wasn't at the office—which was hardly ever—he was either working from home, working out at the gym, or spending what little time he had left over with Alexandria.
But Alexandria also knew that just because Peter was a busy, regimented man, that didn't mean there weren't opportunities for him to cheat, or that he wasn't capable. Experience had taught her that regardless of one's work schedule and personal demands, a person could make time to do anything they really wanted. The only reason she hadn't followed up on the suspicions lurking in the back of her mind was because of the voice that had been penetrating her thoughts, forcing her to come to grips with a part of her life she'd been trying to avoid since she was five years old.
"I know it doesn't make sense to you," Peter said, "but that's exactly what happened when Monica came over here. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm telling you the truth."
Alexandria shrugged. "Whose truth?"
"If I wanted to sleep with her, I could've done that a long time ago."
"And that's another thing. Why do you still keep in contact with your ex-girlfriend?"
Peter let out another frustrated sigh. "We only talk once in a blue moon, like at the holidays, just to wish each other well."
(Continues...)
Excerpted from Looking for Trouble by Trice Hickman. Copyright © 2013 Trice Hickman. Excerpted by permission of the author. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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John Small may be a successful Wall Street banker, but at heart he's a country boy from the sleepy town of Nedine, South Carolina. John wants to open Nedine's first black-owned bank. But big dreams can bring big problems and John's snooty New York City girlfriend, Madeline, is just the beginning. John is about to learn some hard truths about money, power, love, and loyalty. And when his future, and his family's legacy, is in danger, help will come from where he least expects it...
Alexandria Thornton is a hard-working corporate attorney by day, but she's passionately pursuing her dream as a spoken word artist by night. Frustrated with her career and her lackluster love life, Alexandria's ready to throw in the towel on both that is, until a man from her past reenters her life and changes everything. But her newfound happiness is short-lived when old lovers, lingering secrets, and hidden desires threaten to end it all...
CHAPTER 1
Summertime, several decades in the past Nedine, South Carolina
Allene Small was glad she'd always been an early riser because on a day like today—which she knew held the promise of danger and deception—she was already up, ready for battle while the enemy was still asleep.
Allene sat on her tiny front porch and breathed in the fresh air around her as she looked out at the pink- and lavender-colored hydrangea bushes lining her neatly manicured yard. Slowly she pivoted back and forth in her ancient rocking chair, straining her eyes toward the east so she could take in the early-morning sun, which had started its climb in the distant sky. She blinked, nodding in agreement with the uncomfortable awareness resting in her heart and mind. She could feel the rumblings vibrating deep in her chest—trouble and strife—and, more specifically, the impending presence of a treacherous woman who was up to no good.
Allene knew that most folks would have been slightly set back or even frightened by such an ominous foreboding, but she wasn't deterred and she wasn't afraid. If there was one thing that ninety years of living and praying had taught her, it was that good and bad were always present, and sometimes the two forces tried to occupy the same space at the same time.
Over the years, Allene had encountered plenty of bad, low-down people, who harbored even worse intentions. And, unfortunately, she'd learned the hard way that evil was all around, and that it often disguised itself under the cloak of good. She knew that evil could laugh and smile in your face while viciously twisting a knife in your back. It could soothe and comfort you while killing you slowly. And it could encourage and uplift you while secretly plotting your very demise.
But Allene also knew how to tell the difference between the two, and she could do that because she'd been blessed with the gift of prophesy, and that precious ability allowed her to see what others couldn't.
"The gift," as it was commonly referred to in the South, allowed Allene to see and predict things accurately before they happened. She could spot liars before they ever opened their mouth to utter a single word. She could discern one's intentions, whether good or bad, simply by looking into the person's eyes. She could forecast events in advance of them coming to pass, and she could foresee blessings, as well as misfortunes, that lay down the road.
Having the gift had been both Allene's blessing and her curse. She'd seen things in her lifetime that she wished she hadn't, and she'd been right when she had wanted to be wrong. But this morning was one of those times that Allene was thankful she'd been blessed with such a unique ability. Because while she sat on her porch, wrapped in the peaceful quiet of a bright new day, she wasn't fooled by its seeming calm.A manipulative woman who was hell-bent on causing trouble was on her way to Allene's small town of Nedine, South Carolina, and Allene knew the chaos that the attractive stranger was bringing was headed straight for her family's doorstep.
"Don't worry, John. I'm ready for the fight, and I'm here to protect and guide you, baby," Allene whispered as she continued to rock back and forth, thinking about her enterprising young grandson. She knew that the danger brewing was directly connected to him, in the form of his girlfriend, and that he didn't have a clue about the mess he'd unknowingly gotten himself into.
Just then, a chill swept against Allene's arm, causing her to pull her thin blue gingham shawl tight around her shoulders. At that moment, she knew that the woman was already in town with her grandson, laying a sneaky trap for him. "It's gonna be all right, John. I'ma guide you, and I know you gonna make the right decision," she whispered into the air.
Allene slowly rose from her chair and walked the short distance to the edge of the porch. She stood impressively tall for a woman of her advanced years—solid and straight. She shielded her eyes with her right hand as she looked out at the beaming sun, which was steadily rising in the cloudless sky. "Life's long, but short," she said aloud as she shook her head. She knew that unlike the slow patience it took to watch a sunrise, people could quickly lose everything they'd worked for in the blink of an eye based on one bad decision. The sudden chill on her arm let her know that mischief was already brewing, because trouble was an early riser, too. "I'm ready for the fight," she whispered.
Allene also knew that a lot was riding on the next forty-eight hours. She lowered her hand to her mouth, stretching her long, wrinkled fingers across her full lips as she continued to think about her grandson. She had to protect John from what he couldn't see—a beguiling woman who could derail his life's dreams if he wasn't careful. Allene's gift had revealed the woman for who she really was. Despite the woman's sweet words, sophistication, and enthusiastic gestures, she was as slick as a serpent and as cunning as a fox. This jezebel was just as determined to destroy John as Allene was to save him.
"I have faith and I know everything's gonna be all right," Allene said with conviction as she continued her talk with the sky. She knew the woman was dangerous in ways that could either ruin a man, get him killed, or both. But again, she wasn't deterred because she knew her family's survival was at stake, and she'd do whatever it took to make sure the Smalls were safe and prospered for future generations to come. As she thought about her family's legacy and the promise it held, her mind shifted to Alexandria.
"I'm gonna help you, too, baby girl," Allene said with a smile.
Alexandria was the hope and the future. She was the vision Allene had seen a month ago when she got her first glimpse of her great-great-granddaughter, who would not be born for several decades to come. Ever since that eye-opening day, Allene had been using all the powers and abilities she'd cultivated over the years to reach across time and bridge the past with the present in order to connect with the young woman who shared her same gift.
Allene could see that Alexandria was standing at a crossroads, and that she was frightened and confused by what was happening to her. She reminded Allene a lot of herself at that age, when she didn't understand her gift, and had been afraid of its repercussions. And just as she'd done, her beautiful great-great-granddaughter was running from who she was. Allene knew it was time for Alexandria to discover the purpose of what she'd been blessed to have, and learn how to use it. It was Allene's new mission to guide Alexandria, just as she intended to guide John now.
"Find what's right for you and open your heart, baby girl. Listen to what I'm sayin' to you, Alexandria," Allene said in a low, sweet whisper. "Listen and learn."
Allene closed her eyes as another vision flashed behind her lids. A warm feeling replaced the chill that had come over her only moments ago, and a sense of peace spread through her body. She saw an image, and it was enough to let her know that she'd just witnessed the answer to Alexandria's quandary. "Look for the diamond, 'cause the one who has that is the one who's gonna help save you." Allene whispered the last part of her appeal with conviction, hoping and praying that Alexandria would hear her plea, pay attention, and recognize the sign when she saw it.
CHAPTER 2
Summertime, present-day Atlanta, Georgia
"Oh no," Alexandria softly whispered, trying to hide her discomfort. Her body tensed, anticipating the annoyance that was about to come. This can't be happening again. Not now, she thought.
"What's wrong?" Peter whispered back, still continuing to nibble on the left lobe of Alexandria's ear.
She moved her head to the side, trying to block out the sound that was making its way back into her mind. Go away! Please go away and leave me alone! Alexandria shouted to herself as she repositioned her nude body under the weight of Peter's muscular heft. She turned her head back to face him, releasing a low, measured sigh.
"You okay?" Peter asked; this time, there was a bit of concern in between his heavy panting.
"I'm fine," Alexandria lied. She hesitated; then slowly pulled him closer against her bare chest. "Kiss me," she demanded in a not-so-playful tone. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly, and concentrated on her boyfriend's languid tongue as she tried to block out the voice—laced with a deep Southern accent—that was invading her head.
Although she knew that her love life with Peter was woefully lacking, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd had an orgasm, Alexandria had hoped that a quick roll between the sheets would give her mind a break from the recurring loop it had been stuck in. But instead of arresting her anxiety, the physical romp only seemed to kick her senses into overdrive.
As Peter's movements became more urgent, her desire began to quickly wane by the second, sinking into the background of the voice repeating itself inside her head. She tried to concentrate on the moment, but that didn't work, so she willed her mind to take her to another place. But that was no use, either. The harder she fought, the louder the sound of the voice grew. Finally she gave up.
"Peter, I'm sorry, but I have to go." Alexandria gently pushed him away, freeing herself from his hold.
"What?" Peter huffed, looking confused. "You've gotta be kidding me."
"No, I really do need to go," she said as she sat up and kicked her long, slightly thick legs to the side of his king-size bed. She ran her fingers through the mass of long, kinky dark brown curls atop her head as she slumped her shoulders in frustration.
"One minute you want me to kiss you and the next you're pushing me away. What gives?"
"I'm sorry, Peter. I don't mean to send mixed signals."
"Then don't." Peter paused as he moved in close, still trying to nuzzle his body next to hers. He leaned into her, giving her shoulder a light kiss. "C'mon, lay back down with me."
Alexandria ignored his coaxing; instead, she slowly stood to her feet as she spoke. "It's not you. It's me," she told him, knowing how off-putting and clichéd her response, albeit truthful, sounded. She could feel thick tension rise in the air as soon as the words left her mouth, so she tried to speak in a gentle tone. "There's a lot going on in my life right now. Things that have nothing to do with you, Peter."
"I don't believe this." Peter reluctantly reached for his boxers as Alexandria pulled her sundress over her head and then slid it down the length of her curvaceous body. "So where does this leave me?" he asked.
She wanted to tell him, How the hell do I know? I can't even figure out what's going on in my own life, let alone yours. But she knew this wasn't the time for such declarations, so she leavened her tone, inserting a measure of compassion in her voice. "I need to be alone tonight so I can think."
"Think? ... Think about what, Alexandria?"
"Life, and what I'm supposed to do with mine. Like I said, there's so much going on right now. I hope you can understand."
Peter shook his head in dismay. "I've been trying hard to understand you, especially over the last couple weeks. I've been patient when you zone out on me, and I've tried to be understanding when you say you have a lot going on, like now, even though you never give a clue about exactly what the problem is."
Alexandria looked into Peter's dark brown eyes and nodded, knowing he deserved to hear the full truth: She was so scared about what was happening to her that she didn't have time to focus on their relationship. But at the same time, she knew Peter's primary focus was really on himself and his feelings—because not once had he asked her what kinds of things were bothering her.
She'd met Peter two years ago while working as a summer intern at Johnson, Taylor, and Associates, one of the largest law firms in the Atlanta Metro area. She'd been in her last year of law school at UPenn, and somewhat ambivalent about pursuing a career in the legal field. Peter had just graduated from Yale University School of Law, was an ambitious first-year associate at the firm, and was already rumored to be a rising star within the ranks. Although he was a bit uptight and a little too formal in his attitude than what Alexandria liked, Peter's tall, muscular physique, smooth dark chocolate skin, and handsome face had all attracted her to him. They had spotted each other during the first day of new employee orientation and had gone out for drinks during happy hour a week later.
They'd both been seeing other people at the time, but neither had been seriously involved. Their casual lunches and long dinners slowly turned into much more. They kept in touch after she returned to law school for her senior year, and they saw each other whenever time permitted, which wasn't often. Once she graduated the next summer they started dating exclusively, and had been together ever since.
"Who is he?" Peter asked.
"What?"
"Please, Alexandria," Peter said, looking at her with an accusatory glare. "Don't play me for a fool. If you're seeing someone else, I'd appreciate you being up front with me instead of feeding me excuses."
"Oh, like you and Monica?"
Peter let out an exasperated sigh. "I told you, that was nothing."
"Yeah, right."
"I can't help it if the woman showed up on my doorstep out the blue."
"Excuse me, but it makes a difference when the woman you're referring to, just happened to be your ex-girlfriend! And for someone who mysteriously showed up unwelcome, you sure did make her feel at home," Alexandria said, returning his accusing stare. "I got here and found you two drinking wine and laughing, acting all cozy."
"Number one, we weren't cozy. We were simply talking," Peter said in a direct tone. "She was depressed because the guy she was seeing had just dumped her. She needed someone to talk to and—"
"And you were the first person she went running to," Alexandria countered. "I think that's very strange, especially given the fact that you dumped her, too. So why on earth would she come to you for a shoulder to cry on? It didn't make sense then, and it still doesn't make sense now."
Until last month when Alexandria had caught Peter and his ex in that precarious situation, he hadn't given her much reason to question his fidelity. He was a pragmatist who preferred diplomacy over drama, and he avoided the latter at all costs. Having extra women on the side only upped the ante for chaos, and Peter wasn't one for the kind of trouble that fooling around could bring. He was the dependable type, almost to the point of being predictably annoying. Because of his anal manner, a small part of Alexandria believed that even if Peter wanted to stray, it would be challenging for him, given the fact that he also spent most of his time at the office.
Peter routinely worked twelve- and fourteen-hour days, sometimes six days a week, all in his self-imposed race to climb the ladder of success, following in his mother's large and looming footsteps. She was a circuit court judge and was currently being courted to run for one of Georgia's congressional seats. She was a demanding overachiever, and Peter wanted to make her proud, which meant working insanely long hours and forfeiting a social life beyond networking functions, where he could make business connections. When he wasn't at the office—which was hardly ever—he was either working from home, working out at the gym, or spending what little time he had left over with Alexandria.
But Alexandria also knew that just because Peter was a busy, regimented man, that didn't mean there weren't opportunities for him to cheat, or that he wasn't capable. Experience had taught her that regardless of one's work schedule and personal demands, a person could make time to do anything they really wanted. The only reason she hadn't followed up on the suspicions lurking in the back of her mind was because of the voice that had been penetrating her thoughts, forcing her to come to grips with a part of her life she'd been trying to avoid since she was five years old.
"I know it doesn't make sense to you," Peter said, "but that's exactly what happened when Monica came over here. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm telling you the truth."
Alexandria shrugged. "Whose truth?"
"If I wanted to sleep with her, I could've done that a long time ago."
"And that's another thing. Why do you still keep in contact with your ex-girlfriend?"
Peter let out another frustrated sigh. "We only talk once in a blue moon, like at the holidays, just to wish each other well."
(Continues...)
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Coming Oct. 29 All That I Desire by Francis Ray
All That I Desire by Francis Ray
New York Times bestselling author Francis Ray turns up the heat in this sizzling Grayson Friends novel about a woman’s life, liberty…and pursuit of passion.
LOVE IS NEVER PICTURE-PERFECT…
Nothing can stop a woman like Skylar Dupree once she makes up her mind. Defying her family and leaving law school, she’s landed her dream job as an event director at the prestigious Navarone Resorts and Spas in Arizona. It’s all that Skylar’s ever desired—until she sees Rio Sanchez, the resort’s head of security and Blade Navarone’s own personal bodyguard. He’s the sexiest, most striking man she’s ever met.
SOMETIMES IT’S EVEN BETTER…
When Skylar starts planning a huge charity auction at the resort, it’s Rio’s job to keep an eye on the prized art she collects from donors. Though he’s not blind to Skylar’s beauty, Rio is nothing if not professional—and he refuses to make a move. But when a mysterious stranger enters the picture—and puts Skylar’s life in danger—Rio attempts to protect her…only to be told, in no uncertain terms, that Skylar is capable of taking care of herself. Her brazen independence is enough to drive Rio crazy…with desire. Could it be that the strong, hard-hearted Rio has finally met his match?
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Chapter 1
Skylar Dupree wasn’t the risk-taking type, but neither was she the type of woman to falter once she’d made up her mind. The only other time in her twenty-six years she dared do anything remotely defying tradition was leaving law school. Yet that had been more for self-preservation. Her parents were pragmatic; she tended to be more easygoing and laid-back.
Skylar paused on the curved stone staircase of the thirty-five-room castle. Easygoing wasn’t going to cut it this time, not if she wanted to grab Rio’s attention.
Just the thought sent her heart rate skittering out of control. Rio could look straight through you with hard, unblinking black eyes. He exuded danger. Nothing seemed to bother him. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d seen him smile, and those times had been when he was with his closest friends, Blade and Shane. As far as Skylar knew, he’d never bestowed upon anyone else a smile, let alone his laughter.
The task she’d chosen for herself was scary. Since Shane’s marriage, Rio was head of security for Blade’s business as well as Blade’s personal bodyguard. Even Rio’s security team had a healthy fear of the man reported to be deadlier than a viper, and just as stealthy. She’d heard one of his men refer to him as “smoke” because of his elusiveness.
Skylar had flown in that Sunday afternoon from Navarone Resorts and Spas’s headquarters to go over the final preparations for a charity auction and ball to benefit the Music Department of St. John’s College, where Mrs. Grayson was chair. The auction was two weeks away. The big draw to get the right people to come was that the auction would be held in Navarone Castle, near Santa Fe, a place heretofore off limits to anyone but close family and friends.
Much had been speculated about the home of the billionaire, which had a real moat, a working drawbridge, a helipad, and a lake. Sierra, Blade’s wife, might have owned the castle before her marriage, but Blade ensured their privacy by buying up all the surrounding property within fifty miles. You might get on the property, but with its constant patrols, you were quickly escorted off, which gave Navarone Castle even more of an air of mystique.
Continuing down the stairs with her iPad clutched to her chest, Skylar stepped into the comfortable great room. Sitting in sky-blue leather chairs and love seats were Blade, Sierra, and her mother on one side. On the other were Shane and his wife, Paige. Rio, arms folded, standing by the immense stone fireplace, glanced up. Her heart did a fast jitterbug.
Rio looked incredibly handsome in a long-sleeved white shirt with the cuffs rolled back to show strong wrists. He had a silver watch on one arm and a wide silver band on the other. His jeans delineated the long, sleek muscles of his thighs and made Skylar’s mouth dry.
In Tucson he’d always worn tailored clothes, the same as Blade. Here, Rio was more casual. The curly black hair she’d dreamed of running her fingers through was held at the base of his neck with a silver clip. His bronzed, hard body was honed to perfection.
There was nothing in his midnight-black eyes that indicated he desired or felt anything at all for her. Skylar stared back at the flat eyes that seemed to see right through her and stiffened her spine.
One day he’d look at her with desire.
“Hi, Skylar.” Sierra rose from her seat and went to greet Skylar. “I’m sorry we weren’t here to meet you.”
“That’s all right.” Skylar smiled. She and Sierra had hit it off immediately. “I enjoyed looking around the castle again. You have a beautiful home.”
“Thanks.” Sierra glanced back at Blade. “We like it.”
Skylar’s smile increased. One place she’d bet was off limits was the grotto downstairs that was Sierra and Blade’s secret place.
“Please have a seat.” Sierra took the other woman’s arm. “Can I get you anything?”
“No, thank you.” Skylar greeted everyone as she took a leather chair. Everyone spoke. Rio nodded.
“Is everything going as planned?” Ruth asked.
Skylar knew Ruth could have asked that question earlier, but hadn’t. Mrs. Grayson also didn’t let on she’d seen or talked with Skylar before. She smiled her thanks.
“Yes, Mrs. Grayson. In fact, we’re ahead of schedule. As planned, the auction will be by invitation only. Thanks to Lance’s help, a printed color catalog with the starting bid for each item has already been sent out.”
“Good thing,” Sierra interjected. “Because he and Fallon are off on their honeymoon.”
“Still discussing if she’ll be able to go scuba diving due to her pregnancy.” Blade glanced at Sierra. “She’s almost as strong-willed as another woman I know.”
“Aren’t you and Lance the lucky ones?” Sierra grinned and kissed Blade on the cheek.
Skylar cut a sideways glance at Rio. His arms remained crossed, his gaze somewhere over her head. He wasn’t going to make this easy. Back to the business at hand.
“I personally called everyone to ensure they received the catalog and still plan to attend.” Skylar pulled out the guest list and stood to give it to Rio. “This week, four of the invitees asked if they could bring a guest. It was to be expected that some would ignore the one-month time limit to invite a guest. I know you’d want to check the people out before I committed.”
He crossed to her in his effortless stride that reminded her of a stalking cat. Long, lean fingers took the list without looking at it. “Thank you.” His voice held no inflection.
Trying not to sigh, Skylar retook her seat. She needn’t have bothered wearing a tangerine-colored dress that complemented her complexion and hazel eyes. However, she wasn’t giving up.
“The items will be arriving by special courier or delivery service starting Tuesday. I’ll be here to check and sign them in. I’ll return each day until we have all the items in place,” Skylar told them. “We’ve already selected the room where they’ll be displayed.”
“That’s too much trouble,” Sierra said. “It would be easier and make more sense if you stay here.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Blade said.
“I couldn’t,” Skylar said, surprised by the invitation. While they were planning the auction, she’d always flown in and out of Santa Fe.
“We have plenty of guest rooms.” Sierra leaned against Blade. His arm immediately circled her slim shoulders. “We’re leaving for a new Navarone property in the morning; you’re welcome to stay here.”
Skylar didn’t know what to say. She was very aware that a lot of trust had gone into the invitation. If Rio stayed, she might run into him more. The thought had no more than materialized when she discarded it. She was not going to impose on Blade and Sierra’s kindness to go after Rio.
“It won’t be any trouble,” Skylar finally said. “I don’t mind the trip.”
“We won’t take no for an answer,” Blade told her.
“You’re staying and that’s final,” Sierra said firmly as if the matter was settled.
“Please.” Ruth leaned forward in her seat. “What you’re doing is to help my Music Department. We’ll benefit from your hard work. I’ll always be thankful. You could have passed when I asked if you had any ideas on how to raise funds. You didn’t. You even offered to take vacation time to help.”
“I appreciated the professionalism, but as I said then when you mentioned what you would be doing, using your vacation time won’t be necessary,” Blade said, his gaze direct.
Sierra patted his knee. “He’s even gotten over being a little miffed that you thought you had to ask. He forgot all men are not as wonderful as he is.”
Blade smiled at his wife, then Skylar, and she breathed a bit easier. She well remembered the harsh look on his face that day in his office. She hoped never again to see it directed at her and remained silent.
“Stay,” Blade said. “It would make up for my poor behavior.”
Blade wasn’t above apologizing. He just seldom had to. Shane had a grin on his face as he held Paige’s hand. No one had to tell Skylar that Blade’s love for Sierra and hers for her mother were the reasons behind the apology.
Skylar recalled Ruth’s words, No man should walk alone. Her gaze went to Ruth again as she wondered if she was trying to give Skylar a gentle push in Rio’s direction.
But as Blade’s bodyguard, he went with him everywhere or was at least nearby. Was he staying this time? She had her answer seconds later.
“To ensure the auction pieces remain safe, Rio is staying,” Blade told her.
“I should be going with you.” Rio unfolded his arms, his attention on Blade and Sierra.
Sierra lifted both hands in a fighter’s stance. “Don’t worry, Rio. I promise to take down anyone who looks suspicious.”
Shane was the only one who laughed. He ignored his wife’s nudge.
“You checked out the island; the men there were trained by you or Shane. You and Shane made sure my name is buried so no one outside the company knows we own the property,” Blade reminded him. “From the vantage point on the island you can see a boat miles away. We’ll be safe.”
“That’s why I should be there—to make sure.”
“I want you here.” Blade rose to his feet and went to Rio. “This is important to Mrs. Grayson. There’s some valuable merchandise coming. I trust you to ensure it’s kept safe.”
Rio remained silent. Skylar’s eyes and everyone else’s were on Rio and Blade. No one, absolutely no one—outside of Sierra—went against Blade’s orders. She sensed Rio might be the second. Protecting Blade and Sierra was more than a job to him.
Shane went to the two men. “I’ll fly down with them and check it out.”
Rio’s gaze slowly tracked to Shane’s and stayed there for a long moment before returning to Blade. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll begin checking on the list.”
Skylar blew out a breath as Rio’s long strides took him from the room and up the stairs to the command center on the second floor of the castle’s front wing.
“You shouldn’t tease him,” Ruth said to Sierra.
“Who said I was teasing?” Sierra lifted innocent eyes to her mother.
Ruth shook her head once, then stood and pulled a set of keys from the pocket of her denim skirt. “Come on, Skylar. I’ll drive you to your hotel to get your things.”
Sierra stood, her arm going around her mother’s waist. “Since I’ve seen how Skylar packs, I’ll send a driver with the SUV.”
Ruth smiled at Sierra, then Skylar. “She likes clothes as much as you do.”
“You never know what you might need.” Sierra spoke to Skylar. “We’ll wait dinner for you.”
Skylar smiled. Sierra and her mother weren’t taking no for an answer. “I graciously accept. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
* * *
In less than fifteen minutes Skylar had checked out of the Casa de Serenidad Hotel. Thank goodness she had been so anxious to get to the castle that she hadn’t begun to unpack. Outside, she climbed into the SUV, and they headed back to Navarone Castle.
Skylar wasn’t the impatient type, but she was anxious to get back. She wondered if Rio ate with his men or Blade and Sierra. Everyone had someone, except him. But he didn’t seem to need anyone. He certainly wasn’t afraid to speak his mind—to anyone.
“Back again,” the driver said, startling Skylar out of her deep thoughts.
“Thank you.” She got out of the vehicle and walked to the back. She almost winced at the amount of luggage being unloaded. Besides the large trunk, she’d brought five large suitcases. It had taken her weeks to decide what to wear in the hope that Rio would stop looking through her and be just a little bit interested. With him staying and checking in the merchandise with her daily, it might just happen.
“Mrs. Navarone instructed me where to place your luggage. Please, go on in.”
“Thank you again, Jefferson.” Skylar picked up her overnight kit.
“I can take that as well.” The driver closed the back. “Don’t worry, Eli is sending someone to help. Besides, we’re both used to helping Mrs. Navarone load and unload for trips.”
Skylar placed the case on the stone driveway and laughed. “That’s very kind of you. Thank you.”
The driver tipped his hat. “No problem.”
Skylar went up the steps and rang the doorbell. There was a key pad for a code, but she didn’t know it.
The door opened. Eli Patterson, the house manager, stood there in his black suit, freshly starched white shirt, and shiny leather shoes. Of medium height, he had a lined, fatherly face and a balding head.
“Hello, Mr. Patterson,” Skylar greeted.
“Hello, Ms. Dupree. I’ll assist with your luggage,” he told her. “Mr. Navarone asked that you see him in his office as soon as you returned. This way.”
Unsure of what was going on, she followed the house manager past the wide foyer, then left to an arched door at least fifteen feet tall. Opening the door, he stepped aside.
Thanking him, she entered the office, an immense room lined with bookshelves, a fireplace, and tall windows with silk burgundy draperies. On the slate floor were handwoven area rugs. Blade sat behind an antique mahogany desk with ball-and-claw feet. Her eyes narrowed on seeing Shane and Rio standing on either side of him.
“Thank you for coming, Skylar. Please have a seat.” Blade indicated the chair in front of his desk.
Skylar sat down in the straight-back chair, upholstered in a deeper shade of burgundy than the curtains, demurely crossed her legs, and placed her clutch in her lap. She’d learned not to jump to conclusions just because she was summoned by Blade, and not to ask questions.
“One of the men on the list you gave Rio is Sherman Tennyson, a venture capitalist. Several months ago, Tennyson used my name to entice backers into buying property. The deal folded.” Blade’s black eyes hardened. “A lot of good men lost money. Tennyson put the word out that it was my fault.”
“No.” Skylar’s voice was barely above a whisper as she placed her hand on her galloping heart. People who made huge mistakes at Navarone were out the door.
Shane picked up the story. “Blade has been able to overcome the lies, but Tennyson lost a lot of his credibility, along with money he could ill afford to let go.”
Blade’s fist clenched on top of his desk. “Tennyson hates my guts, and the feeling is mutual.”
Skylar came to her feet. “Mr. Navarone, I just checked to ensure he had the funds to purchase if he chose. I apologize.”
Blade waved her apology aside. “There’s no need. You foiled Tennyson’s plan.” He leaned back in his chair, the sides of his mouth kicking up. “You didn’t just okay the names as he probably expected because the auction is in two weeks and he has money. Instead you had the foresight to give Rio the list of names before committing. You did well.”
“I agree,” Shane said. “Good thinking.”
From Rio there was nothing. Trying to keep from looking at him, she retook her seat. “Should I call Mr. Hampton, the man who had asked if Tennyson could attend?”
Blade’s smile was like the sharp edge of a knife. “I’ll take care of it. That’s all.”
Eternally thankful she wasn’t the unfortunate man, Skylar came to her feet. “I’ll go change for dinner. Good-bye.”
“Good-bye,” Blade and Shane said.
She told herself not to turn, but a force stronger than her will had her glancing over her shoulder at Rio to see if there might be a spark of admiration. She saw nothing but eyes devoid of warmth. Unconsciously she narrowed hers before turning to leave the room.
Stubborn man! He might not know it, but he’d only made her more determined!
( Continued... )
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Taking an Inventory of Your Marital Health
by authors Jewell Powell & Lewis Powell
"No one can go back and change how it started but a new future for any marriage can begin the moment one person begins to invest in it." - Fawn Weaver
No matter where you and your spouse have been on this marriage journey, today is a new day and you can take steps today to create a better future for your relationship. A great place to give your marriage a kick-start or to redirect it on the right path is to pause to take inventory of your marital health. Think of it like your yearly doctor's exam. It may not be your favorite appointment of the year, but it is essential to your health and future.
Let's start with a simple question: Is your marriage healthy?
People often aren't sure how to answer this question. The key is to avoid comparisons to other marriages, because everyone else seems to have it together on the outside, but you really have no idea what is happening behind closed doors. Instead, as you consider this question, compare your marriage to God's plan, guidelines and expectation for it. Go to the Bible. There are numerous scriptures describing God's plan for marriage, but here are a few powerful ones:
Colossians 3:18-19: Wives, submit to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord. Husbands, love your wives and do not be harsh with them.
Hebrews 13:4-7: Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure, for God will judge the adulterer and all the sexually immoral. Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you." So we say with confidence, "The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?" Remember your leaders, who spoke the word of God to you. Consider the outcome of their way of life and imitate their faith.
Mark 10:6-9: "But at the beginning of creation God 'made them male and female.' 'For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.' So they are no longer two, but one. Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate."
With each of these scriptures, as yourself if you are fulfilling the calling God has placed on your life as it pertains to your marriage. If you are striving to meet these objectives, then it is safe to say you are on the road to good marital health. If you are far from these objectives, then your relationship may need some redirection and spiritual healing to get back on the track to good marital health.
Keep in mind, not one of us is perfect, so even if your marital relationship seems to be in a healthy state, it is important to continue doing the hard work to ensure it remains healthy and pure. Stay focused on the word God has given us in His Holy Bible about how to walk out a Godly marriage. Pray together. Love your spouse as God has loved you-unconditionally and unselfishly (John 15:12).
This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you- John 15:12
Your Marriage Challenge
This monthly marriage challenge requires a little Bible research, but is a great way to test the health of your marriage against the one and only perfect measurement-God's Word! Use the scriptures listed above and then you and your spouse spend a little time finding some additional scriptures in the Bible addressing marriage. Write those down on paper, and sit down together to review them. Discuss where your marriage relationship is in relation to the ideal God has given you in those verses. Discuss what you are doing right in your marriage and identify those areas that need some work. Finish your study session by praying for each other and for your marriage, asking God to show you the areas in your marriage that need strengthening.
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