Saturday, September 3, 2016

#BackToSchool with AAMBC Pioneering the Way. . .

Most kids are back in school, as well as some parents who have decided to further their education.  As you know, reading is a very important function you perform on a daily basis, and knowing this fact, why not sit back and relax a little and enjoy the AAMBC selections we have for you today!  Let's Go. . .

A young woman’s newfound independence takes her into the heart of a dangerous city in New York; a place her parents forbade her to return to.

Ruby, beautiful yet sheltered and naive, unearths a web of deception, betrayal, love triangles and stumbles upon a family secret so deadly, she makes it her mission to prove the serious accusations against her family untrue.

A forbidden love interest emerges on her quest for truth and Ruby struggles between following her young heart or remaining loyal to a long lost childhood friend who is the very one who recruited her help to solve a crime; a crime that would put their friendship in jeopardy. With the help of her favorite cousin, Sheila, the duo uncovers hidden secrets from not only her past, but Sheila’s as well and re-sets the wheels in motion to overthrow a troubled yet powerful Kingpin upon her arrival.

While attending her parent’s wedding, Ruby reunites with a childhood friend, Pam, whom she hadn’t seen since she and her mother left New York fifteen years earlier. Unaware of Pam’s motives, Ruby embraces her and promises to reignite their long lost friendship. The absence of Pam’s mother reveals a hidden dark past. Overwhelmed with shock and disbelief, Ruby sets forth to uncover the truth for herself.


Briskly walking along a side street in South Jamaica, Queens, a young man, although alone, still feels the urge to glance over his shoulder. Every so often he checks to see if he’s being followed. His heart beats fast, over-exerted lungs making it hard for him to breathe. He struggles to keep up the fast pace he’s been walking for nearly thirty minutes. As his mind races, he tries to focus on the task at hand, but he’s quickly distracted by a familiar sound blaring in the distance.

Police sirens echo in the background, while beams of red and blue lights shower the streets. They pierce through the darkness as the driver steadies his speed at twenty miles an hour. With searchlights extending from its windows, a cruiser creeps past the abandoned buildings and dark alleyways. A search for suspicious activity is underway.

The young man looks behind him and sees the approaching car. He glances at the road before him. The end of the street is too far ahead, and he knows he will never make it there without being seen. He slips into the shadows of a nearby four-story building, becoming one with the concrete. He inhales the rotten air, holding it in, savoring it as if it were his last dying breath.

The police cruiser arrives, with its occupants steering their searchlights up and down his alley, nearly spotting him. He backs up a few inches along the wall, barely out of view when, mistakenly, he trips over a trash lid, falling backwards onto a tin garbage can.

“Hey, Bill. Hold up, hold up!” One of the officers hears something as they pass by an abandoned four- story. “What was that?”

“I don’t know. You hear something?” his partner replies suspiciously.

“Yeah, it came from that building over there. It sounded like a crash or something.”

“Well let’s go have a look, shall we?” Bill says, grabbing his flashlight and his semi-automatic. Both cops leave the squad car and walk towards the noise, holding their flashlights and guns parallel.

“Hey! Anyone in there? Come out with your hands up!” the leading officer, Victor, says, as he crouches low, staggering towards the alleyway. In the midst of the darkness, the young man’s heart beats wildly within his chest, his breaths irregular. Sweat pours from his face, drenching his collar; forming a small puddle at the base of his throat. The officers come closer, flashing their lights just inches from his face. He digs his nails deep into the brick behind him, narrowly escaping their line of sight.

“Is there anyone in here?” Victor yells again as he scans the garbage littering the ground around them. He is disgusted standing in it—a nasty sliver of real estate between two buildings serving as a graveyard for dirty old mattresses and shopping carts. At that moment, another crash echoes through the tight space. Startled, both cops jump, shining their lights in its direction. The noise came from a darker corner opposite the hiding boy. A black cat jumps out of a garbage can, knocking over three others as he scrambles to run away from whatever startled him.

“Hey Victor,” says Bill. “It’s just a cat. Is that what you heard?”

“I don’t know. I guess,” Victor replies, still unconvinced that a cat could’ve made the noise he’d heard minutes ago. He knew he wasn’t imagining things, but he didn’t dare push the issue. He’d never hear the end of it from his partner – a guy who kept score of every arrest or bust they did. They begin their retreat toward the squad car.

“I think you’re starting to lose your touch man. You got us out here about to shoot a damn cat when we should be lookin’ for these assholes that’s trashin’ our city,” says Bill. “There ain’t no way either of us are going to get a promotion if we don’t get our arrest numbers up.”

“I know,” Victor sighs. “But, you’re the only one that is so adamant about a promotion. I’ve only been on the force for ten months.” He slowly opens his car door, but stops to look behind him, flashing his light down the alley once more. The black cat indulges itself in a freshly caught meal.

“Man, if you don’t get your ass in the car and leave that damn cat alone.” Bill buckles his seatbelt and turns the key in the ignition. “There’s nothing wrong with being ambitious, Vic. And don’t act like you don’t want to move up in the ranks. I saw you talking to the Captain the other day. Seems like he likes you,” Bill teases.

“I don’t know about all of that,” replies Victor. “We just talked about my career plan and where I see myself in ten years.”

“Oh yeah,” Bill replies sarcastically, fascinated by his partner’s sudden honesty. “And where is that?”

“As Police Commissioner,” Victor replies confidently.

“Commissioner? In ten years? Ha!” Bill laughs heartily. “That’s pretty damn ambitious, even for you!”

Victor wasn’t amused. In fact, he was quite serious. He would do anything to become Commissioner, even if it meant forming an alliance with one of the city’s deadliest cartels and eliminating their enemy while on the city’s clock. An APB went out to all of the city cartel’s “mercenaries,” as he was called, to be on the lookout for strange activity within a ten-mile radius of an address in this area. It hadn’t been easy to convince Bill to deviate from their orders and drive through an unauthorized territory.

“With hard work, I’m sure it’ll happen,” Victor replies coldly.

“Well, while you’re out here stalking cats and giving motivational speeches,” Bill continues, “there is a territorial gang war going on, and we need to apprehend these bastards before they kill everyone in the whole damn city.”

“Alright, alright. I’m coming. Just don’t add this to my score. I know you’re keeping tally.”

“Okay, okay.” Bill lies. “Even though, every time we draw a gun and don’t arrest anyone, it counts as a negative point against you. You’re already so far in the hole, I doubt it matters. Now, let’s get this baby movin.”

The sirens come alive again as the cops speed down the street and turn a corner, rushing to respond to a hit-and-run. The young man who has been silently keeping himself hidden doesn’t dare move a muscle, until he hears the death sirens disappearing into the distance. He collapses to one knee to catch his breath and without warning, sprints towards the end of the street.

He’s late and has only three minutes to get where he is going, to do what he has come to do. He hopes his partner is on time and is there waiting for him as he rounds the corner. He arrives just in time to see a car pulling up to a beautiful brownstone home, and he watches as a tall man walks to the other side of the car to open the door for his passengers. Two men and a woman step out of the car carrying what looks like groceries. They slowly make their way up the stairs and knock softly on the front door. Another woman greets them warmly before inviting them in.

“Psk. Pssssk!”

A sweaty hand grabs him by the collar and pulls him into the shadows behind an overgrown hedge.

“Manny, the fuck took you so damn long to get here?” he whispers. “We nearly missed them,” his partner, who is sweating as much as he is, continues.

“I got held up by the cops man. They almost caught me! The block is hot tonight. You think our shit is compromised?” Manny asks nervously.

“I don’t know man, but we’re already here. You nervous or some shit?” his partner asked.

“Nah man. I mean,” Manny rubs the back of his neck. The amount of cruisers he passed on the way over was an unusual amount at this time of the month. He tries to shake off the feeling that something may be wrong. “Never mind all of that,” he says. “You got my shit?”

His partner reaches into his coat pocket to remove a tightly wrapped black handkerchief.

“Yeah, I got it right here. Look—” he says, handing the package over but grasping it tighter as Manny tries to take it.

“We need to keep this nice and sweet. Don’t go in there talkin a lot of shit and tryin to be the hero. Just do the shit – boom, bam, and we out. You got me?”

“Yeah Tray. I got you,” Manny says stuffing his hands and his package into his black hoodie. They hear the car pull off but aren’t sure who is in it. They turn to face each other, confused.

“Did both of them dudes get in the car or what?” Tray asks Manny, who is trying to peek over the bush.

“Negro, I don’t know. I was lookin at you,” he replies.

“You was supposed to be watchin,” Tray whispers, frustrated with his incompetent partner.

“Yeah, well if you weren’t trying to preach to me, telling me how to do my job, I would’ve seen…”

“A’ight. A’ight, man. Stop with that bitch shit,” says Tray, losing his patience.

“We gotta just go for it. We runnin out of time.” Tray motions for Manny to make his move.

Get to Know Toi:

LaToya Powell, better known as “Toi”, is a lifestyle blogger, writer and motivator. By day she works as a digital producer in an award winning digital advertising agency in New York City.

By night she builds her T.O.I House brand,, where she encourages other creative spirits, like herself, to step out of their comfort zone and Take On Innovation one passion at a time.

By building The T.O.I House, Toi is creating a judgment free social community where inspiration and motivation are at the forefront of creativity. She aims to encourage others to pursue a passion and to push themselves beyond their limits. Toi is releasing her debut fiction novel, Blood of a Queen, in summer 2016, video blogging her social book launch journey episodes along the way. She resides in Central New Jersey, never too far from close friends and her loving family.

#BOAQ, 9 Years in Waiting What started out as a hobby and a creative outlet, Blood of a Queen emerged in 2007 as a 365 page draft — a draft novel filled with excitement, creativity and imagination.

After researching the next steps for traditional publishing, Toi became discouraged by this exclusive industry and self doubt began to take root. As the years passed, Blood of a Queen sat in her computer’s hard drive until one day in 2014 she experienced a moment of realization.

“As I came to a pivotal moment in my life, I looked into my past at what I’d accomplished, and I had the overwhelming feeling that I’d fallen short.”

It was at that moment when Toi decided to dust herself off and finish what she started by self publishing her novel that was 9 years in waiting.

Chatting It Up with Toi:

Q: Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

A: I’m a Sagittarius and I actually do love long walks on the beach as cliche as that sounds. I have a creative background in art, writing and music (thanks to a family of musicians) and I work in advertising. My company TOI HOUSE stands for Take On Innovation and I strive to encourage others to do the same.

Q: What are you working on at the minute?

A: I am launching my 1st novel, BLOOD OF A QUEEN, which is a true labor of love. It took me 9 years to publish and this is the most exciting and fulfilling time of my life. I always imagined I’d be here, but I never imagined how I’d get here!

Q: What made you decide to sit down write a novel?

A: It was by accident, actually. In 2007, I started writing BOAQ as a hobby and a way to escape a fading relationship (lol). Eventually, it evolved into a large novel a year later.

Q: Why did it take you so long to publish?

A: I had no idea what to do with it when it was done. After researching traditional publishing, I got intimidated and scared. So I put it to the side, for 9 years until I decided to self- publish.

Q: What is the book about?

A: It’s about a girl whose parents have sheltered her all of her life. Upon finding the freedom she so desperately craves, she stumbles across a hidden family secret that puts theirs and her own life in danger.

Q: Where do your ideas come from?

A: I draw from certain elements in my background, for instance the protagonist, Ruby, is from Queens, NY where I am from. Her family has a background in ministry as do I and she has a natural curiosity, like me.

Q: What was the hardest thing about writing the book?

A: The hardest thing had to be the editing process. Since the original draft was so old, I had to update references and my writing style since I’d evolved as a writer.

Q: How are you trying to introduce a new reading experience?

A: My background in music and growing expertise in digital advertising has inspired me to combine these elements in my book to expand the readers/user experience. The more digital content available to the reader, the better. I’m always thinking of more innovative ways to enhance what is considered traditional. Reading is no exception.


“Sometimes the most dangerous things are the most beautiful.” – Misa

Like the old saying goes: two wrongs don’t make a right. But for Misa, who’s unhappy in her marriage to Jason, two wrongs make for a happy life. Jason works tirelessly to give his wife everything her heart desires, but all she wants is his heart. While engaging in a little retail therapy, she runs across Thomas, an up and coming kingpin with a degree from Georgia Tech. They start a friendship that quickly turns into something more, and Thomas gives Misa everything she misses at home. But when her deception begins to hit too close to home, she takes off to Chicago to clear her head.

Thomas sees women as stallions; the freakier they are in bed, the better. He needs someone who understands his stamina and can go along for the ride as long as she knows her place in his life: temporary. Misa ignited a fire in him that he thought died a long time ago with his daughter’s mother Brielle, who left him and Atlanta with his friend Ricky after dropping their daughter off at his mother’s house. When Brielle suddenly reappears out of the blue and wants her family back, Thomas has a choice to make between the woman who bore his child and the woman who holds his heart.

Brielle has a few secrets of her own. Once she touches back down in the A, she finds the family she thought she had moved on without her, and Thomas’ time occupied by a mystery woman. Using a little conniving mixed with a lot of feminine tricks, she discovers who stole her family and sets out on a path to destroy her enemy. But will her plan work, or does it backfire on her in the worst way?

Misa meets a stranger in Chicago who consoles her in the most perfect way while reminding her of what’s important. When a few weeks in the Windy City turn into a few months, the perfect affair morphs into the perfect storm. Will Misa weather the storm with her husband, or her side piece? Follow along as she finds out the hard way to love the one you’re with and Misa’s side pieces tell the age old tale of ‘When Loving You Is Wrong, I Don’t Wanna Be Right’.


If someone asked me two years ago if I’d ever thought about cheating on my husband, I might slap the taste out of their mouth. Today though, my reaction would probably be a little different.

It all started a year and a half ago when I stopped off at Lenox Mall for a little retail therapy. I’d just left the Louis Vuitton store and was on my way to Nordstrom’s when I collided with a chocolate Adonis. Standing six feet even, he was everything I loved in my husband without being Jason. Broad chest, firm upper arms, perfect lips; not too big, but not too small and the waves in his low Caesar cut would make you seasick. The only difference between him and my husband was that where Jason was bare faced, this man had a goatee that looked like it was painted on. I had to stop myself from reaching up to touch his face and confirm whether or not my suspicions were correct.

“Excuse me miss lady, you aight?” he asked as I steadied myself.

“Yes, yes I’m fine,” I stuttered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.”

“You good,” he replied as he licked his lips. “Yea, you real good,” he said as he continued to stare me up and down. Something about the look in his eyes made me want to know more about him. Who was I kidding? I had a great man at home…right? Well, I had a great man that put me in a beautiful home who spoiled me. Whether he was there or not remained to be seen. “You need some help with those bags?” I saw his lips form a question as I found myself caught up in his looks.

“Huh? Oh, no, no I’m fine,” I answered as he gently took my bags from my hands.

“Don’t worry about it miss lady, I got it. My parents raised me right,” he smiled as we walked through the mall together. “By the way, my name is Thomas, but the streets call me Tremor.”

“Tremor? Why would anyone call you Tremor?”

He flashed me a panty-dropping smile, and I almost handed mine over, right in the middle of Lenox Mall. “I’ll tell you about that later. What’s your name, love?”

“Monique,” I replied with no shame.

“Monique, huh. Where we on our way to, Monique?”

“Nordstrom’s. I gotta go grab something for my…” I stopped. Did I want to tell him I was married? I mean, I guess he could’ve figured it out from a glance at the five carats on my right hand.

“Something for your what? Your man?”

I shook my head furiously. “No, something for my mother. Her birthday is tomorrow,” I lied. My mother’s birthday was last month.

He stopped and grinned in my direction. “So you mean to tell me a fine woman such as yourself don’t have a man? I don’t believe that.”

“Well, I just got out of a relationship,” I was starting to not recognize myself with all of these lies. “I moved down here to start fresh, you know?”

“Yea, I know what you mean. My girl, well my ex, seemed to feel the same way. She dropped my daughter off at my momma house and said she needed a fresh start too. That was about three years ago now.”

I was shocked. How could a woman just up and leave her daughter like that? But there are two sides to every story, and I wasn’t exactly the perfect woman. At least she left her baby with her father. “Wow, sorry to hear that,” I replied as we reached Nordstrom’s. “Well, here’s my destination. Thank you Thomas for carrying my things.”

“I’ll shop with you. You definitely need the help, especially since you’re just going to add to your bag count,” he smirked.

“Well, don’t you have your own shopping to do?”

“That can wait, I’m not in any rush. Plus, I hate to see a woman in distress,” he flashed his pearly whites at me again. I gotta get used to this Southern hospitality.

He tagged along as I walked through the store. I picked up a few things for my mom, and stopped to grab some sexy lingerie for what I hoped would be my lucky night with my husband.

“Mmm, not that one,” he said as I picked up a white lace teddy with matching garter belt. “That’s too uppity. Get that one,” he pointed at a silk green bra and panty set. “That’ll look good on you. Brings out your eyes. And I’ll have fun taking it off of you too,” he whispered as his face grazed my ear.

I subconsciously reached for the set he suggested, then stopped. “What makes you think I’m getting this for your viewing pleasure?” I asked coyly.

“Who else would you be getting it for?” he answered my question with a question. The slight demand in his tone secretly made me hot.

“Not you!” I replied playfully. “As a matter of fact, why are you over here telling me what I should and shouldn’t get? Are you in the habit of telling strangers what kind of panties to wear?”

“Not all strangers. Only the ones that I have plans to be my wife,” he replied confidently as he picked up the panties and walked to the cash register. “Go ahead and finish shopping, I’ll grab this for you to have when you ready to stop playing and come home.”

As I watched him walk to the register, I was intrigued by his overall swagger. I figured there wouldn’t be any harm in exchanging contact information with him, Thomas seemed like he would be a lot of fun to have around. I completely ignored the small voice in my head that said this man would be trouble.

Q & A with Freida

Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

My inspiration comes from growing up in the inner city of Chicago. I also get ideas from what is current in the news on any given day.

When did you first start writing?

Honestly, I started writing at the age of seven. My teachers recognized my skill early, and I was always the unanimous choice when it came to picking a student to send to composition competitions at the city level. I saw it as a day out of school with no consequences. I read a lot, and by the age of nine I started writing short stories.

Do you like to create books for adults?

I love writing fiction books! My books are mainly urban fiction, but I’ve also penned an urban erotica read with one in the works.

How many books have you written and which is your favorite?

Currently I have ten books and co-authored three anthology series published. My eleventh book will be available this month, and I have a few projects that I’m working on with some great authors.

If you could spend a day with one of your characters, who would it be and why?

That’s a tough one, because most of my main characters are women who are strong in their own right. If I absolutely had to choose, it would be Athena from my Chi Town’s Queen series. Not your typical queen pin from the hood, there were two sides to her: the ruthless queen of the criminal underworld, but she also was very loving and caring when it came to those close to her.

What do you think makes a good story?

A good story is something different from the typical. We as urban fiction writers are always compared to one another by the readers, so my objective is to give the readers something different. Urban America is more than just kingpins and drug dealers, my stories tell the tales of strong women who do more than club and shop.

Any advice for aspiring authors?

Throw away any preconceived notions that you might have about the industry, not every authors reality will necessarily be yours. Develop a thick skin, because readers can be vicious in their reviews. Meditate, pray and meditate some more. Then turn on your laptop and create your best work.

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Friday, September 2, 2016

#Book #Blitz...A Powerful Voice...#BookBoost

Contemporary Christian Romance/ Women’s Fiction
Date Published: Jun 10th (digital) / Aug. 9th (print/POD)
Publisher: Anaiah Romance

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Gloria Fielder is trying her best to live with sincere faith, but regret for a past decision makes it difficult to live with herself.

Justin Case knows first-hand the consequences of bad choices, but he doesn’t believe in burying past mistakes. He openly shares his testimony with the purpose of showing there is hope and freedom for those who come to Christ.

Justin is the new worship leader for the church service Gloria attends, and he also leads a new Bible study she knows will help her. To complicate matters, once Justin becomes aware of Gloria’s struggle, he seems intent on drawing her out of her self-imposed shell of guilt and regret. If she trusts him with her secret and her heart, will their friendship evolve into something more, or will it simply be her undoing?


© 2016 Penelope Powell
Chapter One

Time heals all wounds…unless you deserve to suffer.

When the thought from her internal mantra struck, Gloria Fielder froze mid-step. As if punctuating the accusation, an icy wind howled, the force of it wrenching the glass door from her grasp and slamming it against the stopper.

“A few more minutes and you would’ve missed us entirely.”

Gloria looked up into the unsmiling face of a rail-thin woman standing sentinel over a group of children. Gloria assumed she was the children’s director, as they were all dressed in the festive colors of Christmas, their bright reds and deep greens reminding her of the candlelight service in progress.

She hesitated, her gaze shifting to the plaster nativity figures less than ten feet away, the babe in particular so…lifelike. Would it be better to leave and apologize later for having missed the program?

“Could you shut the door please? It’s hard to keep everyone’s attention while a draft is blowing through, and it’s almost time for us to begin.” Seeming to barely hang on to her patience, the director’s smile was as tight as her collar.

Being late was bad enough, but being made to feel like she was an annoying interruption was well…worse. Gloria shifted to close the door.

After an inquisitive glance toward Gloria, a chubby boy with flushed cheeks pulled on the director’s sleeve. “Mrs. Parker, when do we get our candles?”

“Patiece, Tommy. We need to wait for the lady to go inside the auditorium, don’t we?”

Glancing from the boy to Mrs. Parker, Gloria apologized.

“That’s all right. We’re happy to wait for you to get settled.” Mrs. Parker’s smile stretched.

Gloria glanced back toward the woman, wondering if she meant what she said. She’d grown up in a house where a smile often held duplicity. Committed to stay, she hurried toward the partition crammed with winter coats. She unfurled the red scarf from her neck, then squished it and her coat into the mix.

Hushed giggles drew her gaze back to the director, who was busy giving each child a candle with detailed instructions. Everything about them seemed to contrast her. Was it just last year she wore red, putting on a good front? She wasn’t interested in being that person anymore. The clingy dress and all it represented was exiled to the corner of her closet. Proof she was different.

The past few weeks had been particularly hard. When something like seeing the babe in the manger shook her confidence instead of giving her hope, she questioned her faith as a believer in Christ. The possibility of seeing someone at this service she’d rather avoid tightened her chest with further worry.

“Ma’am, they’re waiting for us to start.” Apparently losing her patience, Mrs. Parker nodded toward the doors going into the auditorium.

Gloria tamped down her misgivings, straightened her shoulders, and walked toward the sanctuary. As she edged around the children to reach for one of the doors, a little girl dressed in an evergreen velvet dress took a candle from a basket and offered it to her.

“Thank you.” Gloria smiled.

The girl’s pink lips curved in reply.

Suddenly, blinking back the unwelcome pressure of tears, she turned and eased through the doors. Assailed by the scent of melting wax and pine, she waited for her eyesight to adjust to the soft glow of dimmed lighting, giving her a chance to scan the room for empty seats.

Soon an usher stood next to her, his face brightening when he smiled. “Is anyone joining you?” His generous teeth gleamed in the darkness.

Just me. She shook her head.

He motioned for her to follow him, then pointed to some empty chairs. As she made a beeline for them, his parting greeting followed. “Merry Christmas.”

Gloria glanced over her shoulder and forced a smile. She wanted to be merry. Wanted to simply feel peace. Wanted a reprieve from the recording in her head. Some days, the indictment playing over and over—tightening the tendrils of regret—putting her back on the treadmill of if-only. Making forgetting impossible.

If time was linear, and the passing of it promised things would get easier, then why hadn’t the grip of shame and sorrow weakened?

She settled into a chair as the children from the lobby entered and dispersed down the center aisle, the sound of their voices rising as they moved toward the front, their song offering her a distraction from her turmoil. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tried to escape into the words.

Joy to the World. A feeling she had yet to muster.

After several carols and a reenactment of the birth of Christ, the pastor walked up on the stage.

Bobby Jordan had thinning gray hair, a solid middle-aged build, and the demeanor and voice of an authoritative grandfather. But that was her opinion now that she knew him. Their first meeting was at her office. His friendly and forthright manner reminded her of the old Southern gentlemen at home. He explained he was a pastor hoping to refer church members who were house hunting, said a friend had recommended her.

Her peace of mind wavered at the memory. Fortunately, the uncomfortable connection led to providential results. If she had not been going through such a rough time, and if Bobby had not sought her out, she might never have begun a relationship with Christ. If only she could find a way to reconcile how the two connected without all the bad stuff. She rubbed her forehead.

“Thank you children, you may join your parents,” Bobby said.

Gloria glanced up as Bobby laid a hand on the shoulder of a little boy after dismissing the others to finds their seats.

“This is Johnny, one of our shepherds in tonight’s program. He’s seven. I asked Johnny a question earlier, and I wanted you to hear his response.” Bobby crouched down. “Johnny, what’s Christmas all about?” He tilted a microphone toward Johnny.

“Pweth-sents.” The boy turned toward the audience and smiled, the gap in his front teeth sparking chuckles from the crowd.

“What’s so great about presents?”

“They’we fwee.”

Bobby ruffled Johnny’s hair and told him to join his parents. When the laughter trickling through the congregation died down, Bobby stood at the edge of the platform. “Each Christmas, we decorate our homes with nativity scenes and our Christmas trees with lights.”

Gloria swallowed, the nativity from the lobby edging back into her thoughts.

“We send cards, sing carols, and we exchange gifts.” Eyes down, Bobby paused. “I agree with Johnny. Big or small, presents are special, but are they truly free? Certainly, they’re free to the recipients, but to the giver there is always a cost.” Bobby raised his arms. “But to each one of us, grace was given according to the measure of Christ’s gift. Paul wrote this to the Ephesians. God’s gift of grace. Undeserved favor for us.”

Undeserved. That was certainly her. She’d never measured up to expectations, which was one of the reasons why she worked so hard at her job.

“As recipients, God’s gift of grace costs us nothing because Jesus paid for it. He gave his life, so we might receive forgiveness. Receive life. In this season of giving, in addition to the wrapped packages we place under our trees, let’s give grace to one another. Offer forgiveness when needed, even underserved.” Then Bobby prayed.

As before, the children assembled across the front. Once their candles were lit, they disbursed down each aisle, lighting the candles of people sitting on the end as they went. Music played in the background.

Eyes closed, Gloria focused on Bobby’s words. She prayed the message would wash over her. Because there was hope in knowing Christ had already forgiven her. And she could do the same.

“Excuse me.”

Startled from someone’s touch, Gloria slapped a hand to her chest.

A man barely visible, given the darkness and shadows cast by candlelight, leaned closer. “Sorry to disturb you, but I thought you might want to light your candle.” Highlighting his explanation, he lifted his candle. For one brief moment, a striking, masculine face with eyes so dark they glittered like pools in moonlight stared back at her.

She swallowed, her heart still pounding from having been disturbed. “Sorry.” She fumbled for the candle amongst her things. Finding it, she held it toward him and tilted her wick toward his flame. A cool, woodsy scent wafted toward her, reminiscent of an autumn breeze. She inhaled the refreshing smell and relaxed a bit.

When her candle was lit, the flare illuminated his face once more. He looked up and caught her staring. Embarrassed, she turned away. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

When the lights came up, she hit the aisle, determined to get through the lobby then home. The last thing she wanted to do was linger. Not that she didn’t enjoy talking with people afterward, but tonight she felt fragile.

About the Author

Though her roots are buried deep in the hills of Middle Tennessee, she now lives in Indiana with her family and serves in her local church. She loves to entertain, give life to old things, antiquing, reading and of course writing.

Like the things we experience, I believe good Christian fiction can inspire and change someone’s perspective, and hopefully point them to Christ.

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Last Chance: A Second Chances Novel 
L.P. Dover
Publication date: August 30th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense

One last chance.

That’s all Luke Collins, local bad boy and motocross champion, has to not only find his redemption, but win back the girl he lost. He’ll stop at nothing to make her his, even if it means playing dirty.

Lara Jacobs doesn’t want her heart broken again and refuses to give Luke a second chance. After he left her after their one night stand, she ran right into the arms of her close friend, Grayson Moore. He’s always loved her, and he’s determined to make her see he’s what she needs.

However, in life nothing goes as planned and tragedy strikes. After a fatal accident nearly claims Lara’s life, she’s left inside a world she can’t remember. Her memories are gone, including those of the men vying for her heart. Grayson sees her loss as a possibility to forget her love for Luke, but Luke sees it as an opportunity to start over. All he wants is one last chance to show her that she’s the one he’s been in love with all along.

*** An updated version of One Taste (prequel to Last Chance) has been included at the beginning of the book with all new scenes. ***


“Why can’t I go in there and tell her I’m sorry? She needs to hear it from me.”

“No, she doesn’t because she won’t believe it. You need to do a lot more than tell her you’re sorry. Actions speak louder than words. And until you can show everyone you’ve changed, it’s best you stay away from her. It’ll only make things worse.”

“What if I go in there anyway?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest. I didn’t want to fight Evan, but I was getting desperate. I needed her forgiveness, for her to know I never meant to hurt her.

Evan huffed and closed his eyes. “You’ll have to go through me first. Lara doesn’t want to see you. She’s with someone else now.”

It was as if someone had sucker punched me in the gut, the air being ripped out of my lungs as I took the hit. Summer groaned and I glared at her. “Is that true?”

“Yes, but I don’t see how that is any of your business. She’s happy, so leave her be.”

“Fuck that,” I shouted. “I’m going inside.” I tried to push past Evan, but he blocked me. We faced off with each other, the tension rising.

Summer stepped between us with a hand on each of our chests. “Guys, this is stupid. You’re friends.”

I scoffed and backed away. “That’s where I beg to differ,” I said, glaring at Evan. “If our situations were reversed and it was Summer inside, I’d let you go to her. I would give you the benefit of the doubt and accept that you’ve changed. But you’re not going to do that, are you?”

Evan’s face softened and he sighed. “I would, brother, but this night is special for Summer and Lara. The last thing they need is you and Grayson battling it out. I have no doubt he’ll come after you if you go in there.”

I faltered, the anger welling in my chest. “Fucking Grayson? That’s who she’s with?”

“Can you blame her? He was there for her, after everything you put her through,” Summer said.

Peering down at her, I hoped she could see the determination in my face. “You tell her it’s not over. I’m not going to give up.” With those final words, I jumped in my truck and sped out of the parking lot. The thought of Grayson touching her made me so goddamn furious. I didn’t care if she was with him . . . I wasn’t going to give up.

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Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

She loves to write, but she also loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes and white water rafting, and has a passion for singing. Her two youngest fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.

Dover has written countless novels, including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, and her standalone novel Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it would be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

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