Monday, December 28, 2015

13 things I accomplished in 2015 - The year in review

It's that time of year where we look back on what we've done in preparation for setting goals for the new year ahead. So here goes! Here is my year in review:

1. Published 6 books: 

2. One of the above books (Home) was written in first person and entirely from a male's perspective. 

3. Wrote and published my first fantasy-esque story (Summertime).

4. Wrote and published my first work of historical fiction (September).

5. Participated in several events including the Arkansas Literary Festival!

6. Was nominated for 4 Reading Warrior Awards and won in 2 categories. (See pic below)

7. Spent another year being a full-time author!

9. Was interviewed on a statewide television station!

11. Developed an online course that will debut in 2016.

12. Received my first piece of fan art :) 

13. Exceeded my 2015 reading goal by reading 55 books! (I promise this was the hardest goal to accomplish! Finding time to read when I wanted to write was tough. Lowering my reading goal for 2016 for sure.)

How about you guys? What goals did you reach?

Sunday, December 27, 2015

#SampleSunday - After the Pain

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and if you didn't celebrate, I still hope you had a wonderful week! Here's a sample from my forthcoming book, After the Pain, which is Book I of my new Latter Rain Series-coming January 12, 2016. 


It smelled like rain the day I lost my mind.

As a matter of fact, the scent of rain clung to the air like an unfulfilled promise until the sun set. I spent that day, the entire day, sitting on my front porch, staring at nothing in particular. I can’t say I was deep in thought because I wasn’t. As a matter of fact, all that seemed to fill my head was static—white noise. It was as if someone had flipped the switch in my head from on to off. 

I just sat there and rubbed my hand over my freshly-cut hair, the hair I’d had cut because I just didn’t have the desire to keep it up, to go the beauty shop every week like I had in the past. I didn’t eat or drink anything. I didn’t use the toilet. I didn’t answer the phone when it rang. I didn’t smile or return the mailman’s hello. I didn’t wave when my neighbor greeted me. I didn’t utter a word or move a muscle until the sun began its daily descent. And once the moon took its place in the sky, I stood from my seat, walked out into my yard and fell to the ground. Pressing my face into the grass, I cried for the rain, begged for it to stop playing around and go ahead and pour down on me. In my mind, the rain would make things better, maybe water down some of the pain. I writhed on the ground, pulling up handfuls of grass until my tears dried and transformed into soft wails.

“LaVonda? You all right?” my neighbor, Bunny, shrieked when she stepped outside her house and saw me. What a dumb question that was. I was rolling around on the ground begging for rain, wasn’t I? Of course I wasn’t okay. And then I saw the worried expression on her face and the ugly dress on her body and all I could do was laugh. I laughed so hard that I started to cry again...

Monday, December 21, 2015

#BookBlast - BEJEWELED: A BEAUTIFUL BLEND by Chelle Ramsey


An original Georgia Peach, Chelle Ramsey is a fiction author, writing stories to encourage, empower, entertain and strengthen readers. Many of her stories are based in her birthplace of Atlanta or her husband’s hometown of Cincinnati, where readers can relate to local hot spots and events. She wants her readers (women and men) to become empowered to rise above adversity, with faith in God, and belief in themselves.

Chelle holds an MBA in Human Resource Management, which she puts to use in her property management role by day, while she writes her fiction novels by night. Her most important roles are those of a wife and mother of three. During her “me time,” she loves listening to music, and becomes enraptured with the enthralling stories of Terry McMillan, and Nora Roberts. She especially relishes trying to solve the engaging mysteries of James Patterson and Stuart Woods, while eating a bowl of her favorite butter pecan ice cream. Chelle resides in a rural community of Atlanta, GA and enjoys writing, family time, and watching NBA games with her husband.





Olivia believes she can have it all.  A successful business and a loving husband. But his ex-wife is not ready to walk away, and continues to threaten any chance he and Olivia might have at happiness. When Olivia discovers she’s being stalked, secrets her mother took to the grave come creeping out.

The baby Nikki and Carlos have been planning is finally on the way. One problem…the paternity is at question, and Carlos is in the dark. To protect her secrets, Nikki’s ready to sever ties to both men that hold the key to her heart. But one half of her heart won’t let go, and the other half is willing to fight until the end. The birth of her child may lead to the death of her marriage.

One test has the power to determine the truth. One test will change their lives forever.

Deception will bring separation, and destiny will mend two broken hearts. And in the end, everyone must work together to create a beautiful blend.

Nikki woke with a throbbing pain in her head and neck. Looking around she noticed she was hooked up to an IV and oxygen. Her eyes grew wide as she noticed the monitors beeping overhead. Where was she? Then it all came back. She had told Carlos the truth and he didn’t handle it too well.
She recalled pulling on him, and him pulling away. She remembered falling backwards. Nothing more. She looked around and didn’t see anyone at first. Trying to sit up, she felt a pain so intense in her head that she had to lie back down.
“Nikki, don’t try sitting up, Chula,” her mother affectionately called out. She smiled as she always did when her mother called her ‘pretty girl.’ “Here, let me help you,” her mother stated, pushing a button to lift Nikki’s bed up.
“Mami, the bebé?” she inquired. She noticed her stomach was still large, but she didn’t feel any kicking or anything and worried she may have caused damage to her unborn fetus.
“El bebé is just fine, Chula. Un momento. The doctors will be here,” she said, patting her hand.
“Yamile?” she asked about her sister. She wanted to talk to her in private to find out what had happened with Carlos. She didn’t dare bring his name up to her mother, because she never had anything positive to say about her husband.
“She—” her mother began, just as Yamile walked into the room with a tired, but encouraging smile on her face.
“Nikki!” she called out. “I’m so glad you came around, your hard headed butt had me worried. Mami, can you please go ahead and get your coffee, and get me some juice and some chips while you’re at it?” Yamile said, handing her mother a ten dollar bill.
“Pullleeezz, Mami,” Yamile begged. “Don’t worry about Nikki. I’ll stay here with her until you get back. I promise nothing will happen to her. I’m here,” Yamile bragged, flexing her arms to show off her muscles.
“Alright. I’ll be right back!” her mother scolded in her heavily accented voice.
Yamile hesitated a moment, placed her finger to her lip to stall any questions Nikki might have, and then ran to the hospital room door. She peeked out before closing it back again.
“Look, we got a few minutes before old nosey comes back,” Yamile said, lovingly referring to her mother. “I just got off the phone with Wesley and he said he’d be here within 20 minutes.”
“What? Why’d you call him, Milli?” Nikki choked out. Her head was still throbbing and she couldn’t allow herself to get too upset.
“Look, the nurses will be back in a minute, too. He’s on the way here and ain’t nothing we can do to stop that now. He knows what’s going on,” Yamile explained.
“I don’t even know what’s going on,” Nikki whimpered. “Where’s Carlos? My husband should be here.”
“Carlos is in jail,” Yamile muttered.
“For what?” Nikki shouted.
“Because he jumped on you again. He’s where he deserves to be. He’s the reason you’re here!” Yamile hissed.
“No, he’s not!” Nikki bawled.
“What are you talking about, Nikki? Your neighbors called the cops because they said they could hear him up there jumping on you again. They saw you when he brought you over to the house and the next thing they knew things were being broken. They could hear you crying and him ranting and they called the cops. A few of them wanted to come in and jump on him for jumping on a pregnant woman. Just when the cops came knocking at the door, they could hear a loud commotion inside and they broke the door down. When they got in, they found you on the floor passed out and Carlos standing over you. They told Mama the apartment had been ransacked. You can’t keep taking up for him, Nikki. You need to get help and so does he. I don’t give a damn what he does at the end of the day, but I will not be attending your funeral before God calls you home and I damn sure won’t sit back and watch him abuse this innocent bebé!” Yamile wept.
“You’ve got it all wrong,” Nikki blubbered, grabbing a tissue on the stand next to her to wipe her nose. “It didn’t happen that way.”

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Sunday, December 20, 2015

#SampleSunday - Poetry from the Soul: Volume II

New Release!!! Now available!!

Please check out this sample from my new poetry book and then be sure to grab your copy!!!


If I am honest with you, I’ll tell you the truth
I’ll tell you that the thought of you scares me

If I am honest with you, I’ll not hide my face
I’ll show you the fear in my eyes

I’ll let you feel my apprehension
Tell you all about my past

I’ll be up front and come clean
About the man who hurt me last

I’ll tell you that what you represent
Scares me to death

I’ll tell you that if you kiss me, touch me
I’ll hold my breath

I’ll tell you that I don’t trust men
Stopped believing in them long ago

I’ll tell you that you don’t stand a chance
That you might as well just go

But if you decide to stay
And tough it out

If you decide it’s worth the effort
To wait me out

If you grab your hammer
And knock down my walls

Maybe I’ll tell you
That I love you after all

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Monday, December 14, 2015


“It's easy to attack and destroy an act of creation. It's a lot more difficult to perform one.” 
― Chuck Palahniuk

Thursday, December 10, 2015

#ThrowbackThursday - Been So Long

Hey, everyone!! For Throwback Thursday, please check out my second published novel, Been So Long, which was listed at #17 on's list of 2012's top eBooks.

Check out this excerpt and be sure to grab yourself a copy!!

A woman, her married lover, an ex-boyfriend, and the ties that bind them together...

He shrugged. “I’m not judging you, Mona. I just want to know how it feels to sell your soul for a house and a car.”
I sat up on the side of the bed and looked him in the eye. No matter how fine he was, he was barking up the wrong tree with me. Lizzie hopped out of his lap and onto the bed next to me as if she was switching sides in the middle of a battle. “Well, if you wanna take it there then don’t forget about the bank account, the credit cards, and the clothes,” I said.
He reached over and tugged at the lace trim lining the bottom of my short black nighty. “He buy this for you? He likes for you to play dress up for him?”
I stared at him and shook my head. “No, actually, he prefers me naked.”
He nodded. “And you give him whatever he wants whenever he wants it, huh?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Always and without hesitation. He gives me what I want, and I give him what he wants.”

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Friday, December 4, 2015

#Book Blast - Anchored by Love


Publisher: KevStel Group LLC (December 4, 2015)
Title: Anchored by Love
Genre: Christian Fiction Romance
 Author: Unoma Nwankwor Publication 
Date: December 4, 2015 ASIN: B0175FT2EC


About The Book

When Jabir Danjuma met Damisi Odinga years ago, it wasn’t necessarily love at first sight. However, their attraction can’t be denied. Just as he begins to feel the forbidden emotion, Damisi breaks up with him and moves half way across the world. Now, Damisi has a request that only Jabir could fulfill. Their encounter sets off a series of events that leave them both with fresh pain and hurt. They vow never to see each other again, but fate has a different idea. Will they stick it out long enough for the Potter to perfect their scars and pain for His purpose or will distance and time steal the day.


About The Author

Unoma Nwankwor is a romantic at heart. Born in Akron, Ohio to Nigerian parents. She spent her childhood and early adulthood years in Port-Harcourt, Nigeria. She is the COO of KevStel Group LLC, a faith based Entertainment Company aimed at providing uplifting and life changing entertainment through its movies and books. Unoma is also the published author of An Unexpected Blessing (2013) , The Christmas Ultimatum(2013), When You Let Go (May,2014), A Scoop of Love (Jan,2015) and Anchored By Love (Dec, 2015). She has numerous published flash fiction and short stories. Her work has appeared in Africa Book Club, USA Today HEA blog and the Kenyan Ezine ;Wamathai and well as numerous radio shows and blogs. She is currently working on her next novel The Final Ultimatum. Her readers are in love with her unique way of telling stories that capture the essence of her present home base; Atlanta Georgia and her Nigerian culture. Her stories which center on forgiveness, faith and hope have been described as a fusion of faith, romance and African spice. After all, “and now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” ~1 Corinthians 13:13 Unoma resides in Atlanta Georgia with her husband and two kids.


“So I guess you’re my knight in shining armor coming to rescue the damsel in distress…”
The tone of her voice was not lost on him. There was an edge in it he didn’t like.
She continued, “How many of us have there been over the years?”
“What?” He stared down at her.
She sat up straight and scooted away from him. She stared at him. “How many of us have there been? Six years…let’s see…yeah, I remember the three-month rule, so what is that, twenty-four?”
“You want to do this? Now?” His forehead creased in confusion. What had he said? How could she go from sweet one minute to this the next?
“We might as well. All this pretending we’re all good is making my stomach sick.”
He sighed. He wasn’t going to take the bait. Besides, she really didn’t want the answer. She just wanted to find a way to not let him into her heart.
“Answer me. How many?”
“N-O. No.”

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Wednesday, December 2, 2015

#Book Blast - We Belong Together #SweetRomance

If you enjoy sweet romances, be sure to check out W Parks Brigham's latest book!


Shelly Roberts and Joffrey Matheson have watched friends fall in love and take that giant step—marriage—promising to share their lives together. Now it’s their turn. They’ve been paired as the perfect couple, according to Allanville’s Matchmakers Committee. Yes, their friendship has developed and grown. Yes, they are compatible, enjoy each other’s company, and want the same things out of life. Most importantly, they’re both seeking a meaningful relationship. Family and friends are excited as they cheer them on. Everyone is anticipating and waiting for the big news. 

Humph, that’s a joke! 

Instead, they keep getting sickening, whining excuses; there are no sparks…no chemistry…we’re just friends…you know, a yummy peanut butter sandwich but with syrup instead of jelly. The million-dollar question, how can you develop a serious relationship when you’re still carrying a torch for someone from your past? Where they do that at? In the small town called Allanville?



Shelly and Joffrey
       “Isn’t this a lovely and peaceful night?” remarked Shelly as she looked out at the colorful waters reflected by the outdoor lights.  “Joffrey, I had a great time tonight.”
            “I’m glad you did,” he said, placing his arm around her shoulder.  It was true that they’d had a fantastic time with dinner and dancing, but very little conversation, which was fine with them.  Now they were sitting and enjoying the gardens and the lake.  Although it was late and they both had to report to their respective jobs in the morning, neither put forth any effort to move. The serenity of the grounds was peaceful and relaxing in spite of them being surrounded by other couples.
            “Shelly, what do you consider a meaningful relationship between two people?” 
            Wow, what a loaded question. She turned to face him. Fluttering her eyelids while thinking carefully before speaking, she began to give her point of view. No doubt, that was what he wanted to know. “Joffrey, I think becoming friends is the beginning of a relationship.  Having the same purpose and desires would also play a major part for it to develop into something more meaningful…love, understanding, trust, communication, compromise, and compassion should be some of the key elements followed by intimacy, only when the two people are ready.” 
            “I see you’ve really given this some thought,” he commented with a smile.
            “What woman doesn’t have the desire to fall in love, get married, and have children?  That’s what we’ve been taught from the time we were old enough to understand the true meaning of love and marriage.”
            “Is that what you were taught and want Shelly?” he asked, taking her hand in his. 
She looked into his tender but expressionless face and said, “Yes.  And you?” she asked.
            “I feel the exact same way, but I have to be honest. I’ve done the complete dating scene, which included satisfying my physical needs as well.”
            “So, what are you saying, Joffrey?  Are you ready for us to become lovers?”
            Hesitating for a second, he then spoke, “Only if you’re ready.”  Reading her face, he knew she wasn’t.  He took her hand and kissed it.  “I know baby, and you don’t have to worry about me pressuring you into doing anything you’re not ready for.”
            Oooo, that was close.  She had a million thoughts running through her brain. He’s just not the one. She leaned over and kissed his lips. “Thank you, Joffrey.” 
            “You’re welcome, beautiful lady. Come on, it’s getting late. We better be on our way.”  He signaled for one of the outside attendants to give his ticket to…

Deidra and Cullen                            
            “We’re going to have to do this again,” said Cullen, holding Deidra’s hand as they strolled down the sidewalk.        
             “It’s just as nice on the outside as it is in the inside.”
            “Yes, and next time we’ll have dinner on the terrace.” 
            “Is that a promise?” She asked, smiling. 
            He stopped and held her chin up. Gazing into her amber eyes, he asked, “Can I kiss you?”
            She answered sweetly, “Yes.” Their lips touched and then with a mutual consent, their tongues sought each other while savoring a passionate treat. 
            “Mmmm, I’ve wanted to do that ever since I first set eyes on you tonight.
            “I’m glad you did,” she said and they continued their stroll in comfortable silence. They’d already had an extensive and interesting conversation on relationships and what they were expecting.  Surprisingly enough, they had pretty much the same views on love, marriage, and families, not wanting to rush into anything heavy at the moment.  They did agree to consider themselves a couple. Deidra didn’t bite her tongue in saying she had been a teenage mother and her son was her main priority. She didn’t mention anything about his father which was probably best for the time being.  One thing was for sure, at twenty-six, she had done well.
            Cullen pointed to a couple getting up from one of the benches.  Deidra smiled.  They did a fast-paced walk over in that direction.  He thought it would be nice to sit for a while to just enjoy the scenery. 
            “Too late.” Deidra laughed as they watched an older couple take the spot. 
            He liked the sound of her laugh.  She was always so serious, but tonight he saw another side of her and didn’t hesitate to say so. 
            “Oh, there’s another one about to be vacant; come on, let’s not lose this one,” announced Cullen.  This time, they did a slow run trying not to draw attention, but they did anyway.  The couple who were now heading to their car looked back as they sat down laughing their heads off.  The woman turned back around, but the man stared for a second and then turned as well…

Shelly and Joffrey                            
            Shelly asked, “What’s wrong?”
            “Nothing,” he said and helped her into the car.  Going to his side, he gazed at the couple once again and shook his head.  He was not going to start that again, thinking every honey-colored woman in these parts could be her. He’d done that for too long.  It was time he put an end to that foolishness for good.
            Shelly noticed he was extra quiet once more, and that solemn expression had reappeared.  Not only did they have a wonderful dinner, but a soul-searching heart-to-heart talk about relationships and what they wanted. His attitude didn’t change until they glanced back at the couple that took the bench they were sitting on.  “Did you see someone you know?” 
Man, she doesn’t miss anything. “I thought I did, but as always, I was mistaken.”  And he left it at that. 
Shelly knew exactly who he thought he saw and realized his feelings for her were intense after all this time.  There wasn’t anything for her to say; she understood too well. Like any couple who had someone else heavy on their minds, they rode home in silence.  They arrived at her home in no time.  She had the car door open before he could get around to her.  He took her hand and they walked to the door.
            “Shelly, I’m sorry.”
She put her finger on his lips.  “There’s nothing to be sorry for. Trust me, I understand more than you can imagine.” 
            Like he’d said before, Shelly Roberts was a beautiful, special woman.  And he was happy they’d become good friends.  He held her in his arms, kissed her good night, and then told her to have a pleasant night.
            Shelly locked her front door and went to her room and called Ryane to keep her promise. “Hey girl—” nothing but moans and groans were on the other end. Shelly hissed, “Why did you answer this phone? Bye.”

Cullen and Deidra                                     
            “Cullen, I had a wonderful time,” declared Deidra. She then reached up to give him a quick kiss.  Not this time, he said to himself and caught her around the waist, surprising her with a lip-locking treat.  Not giving her a chance to respond verbally, he said good night and skipped down her four steps. 
            Cullen Davis left her stunned but in a most pleasant way. Deidra closed her door and quietly looked in on her mother and son before going to her room.  Both were sleeping soundly.  And the way she was feeling, she would, too.

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Monday, November 30, 2015

New Release!!!! Sedução (Seduction)

It's here!! Go grab your copy today!!!

A sexy Brazilian man. An insatiable older woman. An indecent proposal.

Young, handsome, and aptly able-bodied Victor Castro is every woman’s fantasy. When propositioned by the insatiable Myra Jennings, will he take the bait, step onto a new path, and escape his life of poverty?

This novella is a prequel to the novel, Ain’t Nobody

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Friday, November 27, 2015

#BookReview - Why Not Take All of Me

Why Not Take All of MeWhy Not Take All of Me by Joel Peckham
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I am a fan of Lady Day--the legend and her music. That being said, this collection of poetry is a fitting and beautiful tribute to her. Atmospheric and emotional, visual and gritty, this work is a must read for lovers of music and poetry. I absolutely loved it and hated for it to end. Highly recommend.

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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Guest Post: Abby Kelly, author of Beyond Belief


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Ever feel like you're hitting a brick wall with all your best intentions? Before you know it, all the good, God-serving things that gave you a sense of calling and mission lay in shambles at your feet, leaving you to wonder why you thought they were so great in the first place:

Maybe you heard God wrong.

Maybe He never called you in the first place.

Maybe you’re just not up to the task.

Maybe you over estimated yourself.

Maybe …

In the course of one week, half of my “calling” seemed to disintegrate. As a writer, who seeks to lead others to develop a strong relationship with Jesus, I felt like an utter failure.

I’m struggling to promote a book that I believe God compelled me to write. A generous local business offered to host a book signing for me. Only three people showed up—and they were all my friends just there to support me. And they already owned the book.

I’m an editor for a Christian website that I love and fully believe in. Last week, the founder emailed with discouraging news.

I decided to host a Bible study in my home and invited all my neighbors. Five women seemed excited and committed to attend. Before nine Monday morning, all but one had cancelled.

What do you do when all your “good-God things” go bad?

How do you quickly redefine your purpose, your calling, when everything you set out to do suddenly seems small, worthless, ineffective and empty?

I sat on the floor debating whether or not to cry. What now, God? Should I just quit this whole writing thing? Am I just not meant to be a leader?

A verse floated across my mind:

“Let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary.” Galatians 6:9

But how do you not lose heart when nothing seems to succeed, when you feel completely unproductive with nothing to show for your efforts?

Recently, I learned the origin of the modern definition of productivity:

“In the late 1870s … Frederick Winslow Taylor produced the first efficiency study and in doing so created the practice of ‘scientific management,’ from which we ultimately were given the concept of ‘productivity,’ a linguistic construction of the words product and activity, or ‘product activity,’ as it were.” (Desiring God, Rick Segal, November 1, 2015)

As concise as that sounds, I don’t think that definition of productivity is the kind that pleases God. It’s certainly not the kind exemplified in the life of the man who penned Galatians 6:9.

“Five times I received at the hands of the Jews the forty lashes less one. Three times I was beaten with rods. Once I was stoned. Three times I was shipwrecked; a night and a day I was adrift at sea … “ 2 Corinthians 11:24-25

Not exactly a stellar resume. But if you know Paul’s story, you know that the greatest harvest was sown and reaped in the constructs of chaos and seeming failure.

Paul was confident in his calling, if not in its immediate consequence. Paul was mindful of his mission, if not in its momentum.

There’s a lot than can appear discouraging—even like outright failure. There are a lot of reasons to lose heart. But we must not.

First Corinthians 15:58 says, “ … Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.”

Your work in the Lord is not in vain. Don’t lay down your calling in search of a better plan just because reason (and pride) tells you to. Remember, God uses the small things, the small beginnings, the foolish things. (Zechariah 4:10, 1 Corinthians 1:27)

And, “He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it until the day of Christ Jesus.” Philippians 1:6

The not growing weary is your job, the harvest is His.

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Abby Kelly is a nomadic, military spouse writing from wherever she momentarily finds herself with her husband, their wonderful dog, Brave, and two tolerable cats. Abby began writing in the process of recovering from a more-than-decade long eating disorder. She credits Jesus Christ for her full recovery and for filling her with a passion to encourage others to seek freedom from their own addictions and struggles. Now, Abby is the senior editor for two online Christian publications: and She is a freelance editor, as well. Abby continues to write for numerous Christian publications as well as maintains her personal blog, In her free time, she and Brave enjoy volunteering in hospitals and schools as a pet therapy team through Pet Partners.


Genre: Bible Study, Christian Non-fiction 
ISBN-10: 1632131145 
ISBN-13: 978-1632131140

Does your life look the same as it did the day you put your faith in Jesus Christ? Or have you discovered the power of the Spirit within you enabling you to live a holy, righteous life? For that matter, is it even possible to be holy? Many Christians today are wading in the shallow end of the infinite relationship God desires to have with His children. They are strangled by addictions and idolatry, or distracted from the pursuit of spiritual maturity by a cheap imitation of moralism. Whatever the reason, their spiritual growth has been stunted; they’ve never gone beyond mere belief in Jesus Christ. Beyond Belief: Jesus Saved You ... Now What? explores what God has in store for you and what He wants from you. With a firm foundation on the centrality of Christ, this book will help you see exactly who you are and what you are called to, based on, and enabled by, His righteousness alone. Through intense study and humbling application of both the Old and New Testaments, Beyond Belief, will show you what a mature Christian life looks like and what it takes to get there.

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Monday, November 23, 2015

#MondayMotivation - #NaNoWriMo: I'm a winner!!

I'm excited to share that I reached 50,001 words on November 21!! Instead of writing one novel for NaNoWriMo, I actually completed 2 novellas that are part of a new trilogy of romances I plan to publish in early 2016. 

NaNoWriMo was a wonderful experience and it helped me get back on track with my writing. If you're participating, comment below and tell me how you're doing and be sure to write on!!

Sunday, November 22, 2015

#SampleSunday 2 from Sedução (Seduction)

Please enjoy another short sample from Sedução (Seduction). And CLICK HERE to pre-order your copy today!!!

As Victor stood in line with the others, confusion spread across his face. What was going on? A second later, the door that led from the kitchen to the dining area flew open and in walked the hotel’s general manager, followed by a white woman wearing a navy blue gown and long, white gloves. She was pretty in a plastic surgery kind of way. Her tanned, taut skin and obviously-bleached blond hair alluded to the fact that she was much older than she wanted to appear. Her face was stoic as her eyes roamed the kitchen staff. That is, until she fixed them on Victor. When her gaze met his, her eyebrows lifted ever so slightly and then she let her eyes glide over his entire person.
His facial hair belied his age, made him appear older, but she could tell he was much younger than her… and she liked that.
She shifted her focus to the chef and offered him her hand. Before she could speak, the hotel’s manager said, “This is Mrs. Jennings. She wanted to pay compliments for her meal.”
Mrs. Jennings smiled as she firmly gripped the older man’s hand. “Yes, it was absolutely divine, Chef. The best meal I’ve had in ages. And the service was impeccable.” She released his hand and turned to the manager. “I do have a question for you, though.”
He nodded vigorously. “Yes?”
She slowly sauntered over to where Victor stood, her eyes trained on him. “Why is this young man not on the wait staff?”
“Uh-um…” he stuttered, turning to face the chef who shrugged in response. “I’m not sure. He is new here.”
She tilted her perfectly made-up face to the side and said, “He would make a good addition. He would certainly brighten things up out there.” She reached for his hand. “What is your name, young man?”
Victor understood English well, but the sudden attention had taken him aback, so he stared at the woman’s outstretched hand and remained mute.
“Falar!” the manager said gruffly, which translates to “speak” in English.
“Does he not speak English?” Mrs. Jennings said in horror, as if she weren’t in Brazil and the national language was not Portuguese.
“Yes, I do,” Victor said softly. “My name is Victor.”
She smiled, raised her hand a little to remind him that it was there.
He took her hand in his and squeezed gently.
Mrs. Jennings pulled away, her eyes glued to the young man.  “Victor, how nice. Hmm, I’d like for him to serve me in my suite tonight, that is, if he is available. I’m willing to compensate him myself. Would you like that, Victor?”

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