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The Teflon Queen By Silk White

Angela is a renowned assassin ‘only’ known by the name ‘the Teflon Queen’. Her lethal grace, steady shot, and unmatched accuracy have made her the absolute best and most sought after killer in the game. But when the killer without a conscience is faced with an unknown emotion…. LOVE. Her whole perception is thrown off course and in a profession where second guessing can mean life or death ….will the queen reign supreme or be overthrown?









A native of Harlem, New York, Silk White began his writing career in 2006. He is the author of the three part Urban Fiction series Tears of a Hustler and Co-Owner of Good2Go Publishing and Good2Go Films. Silk has No Way Out and Black Barbie as a film credit under Good2Go Films and in his spare time, loves to write and act. He is currently producing a new movie and is hard at work on his next novel.

Interview with Silk White

1. Tell me about the finale to your critical acclaim trilogy Tears of a Hustler?

This book is the finale to a trilogy that was written 2 years ago.  We took our time with releasing part 2&3 to help build up our fan base in between releases.  It’s a classic finale that all our loyal fans have been waiting for.  I promised I wouldn’t let them down and according to the reviews we have received so far, everyone is happy.  Check amazon.

2. What made you decide to start your own publishing company rather than signing with an establish publisher?

Well after Tears of a Hustler PT 1 was released I had several offers on the table, but from a business standpoint it just made more sense to release my titles under my own company.  In the short term it’s a lot of work because you have to build your fan base one fan at a time, because you don’t have any distribution.  But once you’ve established your brand like we have, you make 100% of the profit. At the rate we’re going we should be one of the biggest independent african american owned publishing companies out there in a few years.  We’ve reached over 70,000 households in two years with no help.   Right now we have good2go publishing and good2go films our movie Production Company and Third Lane Marketing.

3. What is the hardest part of writing for you?

Writing was a natural process for me, growing up in the environment that I grew up in and my life experiences help enhanced my already vivid imagination.  My ability to translate my imagination thru writing was a god gifted talent that I discovered when I was going thru unforeseen circumstances.

4. What’s the best thing about being an author?

I really appreciate all the love and support that I get from the fans.  They are the ones that keep me motivated.  It’s amazing to see all the support that I get from all parts of the country, outside the country also. Shout out to all my UK Fans. I never thought that one day my work would have reached over 70,000 households.

5. What are you working on now?

Well I just wrapped up my 5th book which is slated to be released Nov 25 2011.  Its called The Teflon Queen.   So be on the look out for that. You can pre-order an autograph copy now from  I also just finished shooting my 2nd movie under good2go films its called Black Barbie.  The first movie is called No Way Out you can get that at

6. What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

This piece of advice is not just for writers but any aspiring entrepreneurs out there.  Especially, the youth coming from underprivileged communities.  Sometimes in life we get a bad hand to play with. You have to make the best out of the hand you’re given. The best piece of advice I can give is, spend all your time and energy focusing on accomplishing your goals whatever it may be, you’re going to get results.  Surround yourself with good people you trust, Sleep 5hrs work 19hrs.

I just want to say Thanks to everyone out there for the love and support.  Keep supporting me and Good2go Publishing

Silk White


Cashand Dough Boy sat on the hood of Cash’s car in the middle of the hood as thetwo sipped on some hard liquor, and passed a blunt back and forth.  “What is it looking like?”  Cash asked handing the blunt to Dough Boy.

​            ”Not to good” Dough Boy repliedtaking a deep pulled from the blunt. “Little Dough getting weaker and weakerevery day, I got a meeting with the doctor tomorrow.”

​            ”What them numbers looking like?”Cash asked.

​            ”I don’t know yet, but I know thatbitch gon be high” Dough Boy said shaking his head. He knew the doctor wasgoing to break his pockets, but for his son’s life he would pay whatever thecost was.

​            ”How much you got from that clownCrazy Moe last night?”  Cash saidlaughing at how easy of a lick that turned out to be.

​            ”$9,000” Dough Boy said as hewatched one of his young workers sell the drugs that they stole from other drugdealers.  He didn’t care how he had toget the money up for his son.  Whateverhe had to do it would get done.

​            ”Stop stressing” Cash said passingDough Boy the blunt.  “Already know weain’t gon let nothing happen to your lil man” he said as he saw an all whiteB.M.W pull up with the music blasting.  “Fuckis this?”  Cash asked out loud as theheadlights from the car made it hard for them to see.

​            Capo hopped out the B.M.W and walkedstraight over to the young hustler.  “Ineed three ounces of piff” he said giving the young hustler dap slipping themoney in his hand.  “And don’t have mewaiting all motherfucking day!” He yelled out as he pulled out his iphone andread a text message he had just received.  Capo placed his cell phone back in its case,and he looked up he couldn’t believe his eyes.  He quickly pulled his out his .9mm and firedfour shots in Cash and Dough Boy’s direction.

​            ”Oh shit that’s Capo” Cash saidpulling his .40 cal from the small of his back as he and Dough Boy swiftly tookcover behind Cash’s car as they heard the bullets from Capo’s gun pinging andsparking off the car. Shattered glass rained down on the top of their heads.  Cash quickly aimed his gun straight up in theair and let off three shots to keep Capo at bay.  When Capo heard the return gun fire he quicklyback peddled back to his whip and pulled off.  Once Cash and Dough Boy heard Capo hop back inhis car they quickly sprung up from behind the parked car and opened fire onCapo’s car as they watched it peel off.  “Bitchass nigga” Cash cursed as he and Dough Boy hopped in his ride and fled thescene.

​            ”Faggotmotherfuckers” Capo huffed as he tossed his gun out the window as he hopped onthe express way.  He was mad that he hadn’thit one of the gunmen, but the truth was he was caught off guard and notexpecting to run into the men.  But hepromised it would be shots fired on site each and every time the two bumpedinto one another. Just as Capo was about to breath easy he saw flashing lightsin his rearview mirror.  “Fuck!” hecursed as he pulled over to the shoulder of the road and placed his whip in park.

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Reality Check: Sometimes One Dose Isn’t Enough By Ericka K.F. Simpson

For Suzanne Tucker, life was a road that few people traveled down in happiness. Unable to bear children, her husband leaving her and being underappreciated at her job made her one of those people. She feels like God has failed her so she decides to take matters into her own hands to have the good life she feels she deserves. However, starting over could only be successful if you have a plan and a plan she did have. Suzanne starts with her job. Being a print journalist, all she has to do is showcase her talents for others to see and what better stage to present it on than the internet. Suzanne makes a bold move in starting an anonymous blog to report the real news about the local celebrities in her community…or is it? When the creditability of her postings is called into question, salvaging her reputation becomes insignificant in comparison to the major aftermath to come.

Meanwhile, the tragic death of Tasha Everett, a high school valedictorian and community favorite, has the homicide detectives in a whirlwind. She had overcome the loss of her brother in the Iraqi war, her mother’s drug abuse to prescription medications and her father’s alcoholism only to end up dead on the side of the road. With the primary elections looming, the Mayor wants the responsible party for Tasha’s death brought to justice but circumstantial evidence and no leads has the detectives at a standstill. Will the lack of a motive cause someone to get away with murdering the county’s most heartfelt success story?

Book Excerpt:

Women know when their man is keeping something from them. Whether he’s planning a surprise birthday party or hiding an affair, men have tell tell signs that let women know something is up. Take my husband Ellis for example. We’ve been going through another rough patch in our marriage but for the past month, he’s been coming home early to spend more time with me and the kids. I’ve received four pieces of jewelry; earrings, a necklace, a bracelet and a ring, all half-carat diamonds of a matching set and now we’re on our fifth date night at Luigi’s Bistro in downtown historic Macon. Date night, huh, an idea Ellis came up with to put the spark back into our marriage. Now don’t get me wrong, every woman dreams of a man who would display these actions on the regular but as I said, this just started a month ago and after nearly finishing the whole bottle of the 1941 William Roberson South African red wine we had for dinner all by himself, I knew there was more to the story.

Ellis laid passed out in the backseat of one our two Lexus sedans as I pulled into the driveway of our home in North Macon. His tan two-button stretch cotton blazer served as a pillow bunched up under his head while one of his chocolate brown Stacy Adams loafers dangled from his right foot. This was my second indicator that something was wrong. The Ellis I knew wouldn’t convert a $300 suit coat into a head cushion no matter how drunk he was. His clothes represented his status and his status meant more to him than anything, even me at times, I felt.

Our two daughters were at a sleepover at a friend’s house supposedly so we could take advantage of having the whole evening to ourselves. Much good that would do us now. I glanced over the middle console and rolled my eyes at him resting comfortably on the cream leather seats. Having to wait another week to fake an orgasm was all right with me. It’s not like the intimacy was there anymore. Emotionally, we both were at a disconnect with each other.

“Suzie Q, my lil Suzie Q,” Ellis slurred as the engine going quiet woke him from his comatose state. He wiped the drool from his chin with the back of his hand and frowned at it as if it was its own fault for being there.

“Yes honey.”

“I can’t do this no more.”

I adjusted the rearview mirror in the car to get a better view of him in the backseat. He had placed his blazer in his lap and was gently smoothing out the wrinkles with his hands. There was the Ellis I married.

“Excuse me?”

After laughing the drunken man’s laugh, he sulked, “You were right. You’re always right.” His soft but ashy hands loosened his silk tie and unbuttoned the top button of his white fitted French cuffed dress shirt. A second later, he put on his blazer, re-buttoned his shirt and tightened his tie. It was then I realized he wasn’t sure if we were home or had just made it to the restaurant.

“Right about what, Ellis?” I asked playing dumb.

“You really gon’ make me say it, huh?” He sat up and squared his shoulders as our eyes locked in the rearview mirror. I could tell he was trying to appear more confident than he actually was but there was a hint of doubt hidden in his glare. Dark circles had formed around his eyes making him look older than his thirty-eight years of age. The corners of his mouth drooped, either from the alcohol, his secret thoughts or both. He looked tired and restless as if he had been carrying a heavy burden for a long time. I guess he was ready to release it because he finally admitted what I had already known, “Fine. I’m cheating on ya. Been cheating on ya and neva gonna stop cheating on ya.”

I nodded and smiled as his words echoed over and over in my head. It’s one thing to think your spouse is cheating but to know and have them tell you like they don’t care, it does something to you. Without even realizing it, I had slipped off both of the four-inch black leather pumps I bought earlier in the week to match the black ankle length smocked waist dress I wore specifically for this date night.

“Who is she?” I asked calmly as I pulled on the release lever to lift up the steering wheel. I also lowered the driver seat to give me more room to maneuver.

“You don’t need to concern yourself wit’ the pa’ticula’s.” Leaning forward and speaking in a cocky tone, he insulted, “Just know that being wit’ her made me realize I married a twenty, not an eighty.” There was that laugh again. That drunken man’s laugh but this time I could hear the relief behind it as he sat back and repeated, “Twenty, nothing but a twenty. You can thank Tyler Perry for helping me see that.”

Click. He looked from side to side at each door, confused by the sound the automatic locks made.

“What was that?”

“That was the sound of the beginning of your BEATDOWN!”

Moving in one swift motion like I was casting for the next Matrix movie, I hopped up on the back of my seat and started wailing on him, a pump in each hand.


First, he tried to grab my arms to keep me from hitting him but the adrenaline rush from my rage was no match for him. His only mode of survival was to exit but my clever thinking in locking the doors delayed that action.

Tugging on the door handle frantically, he screamed, “AGH! Woman, are you crazy? Get off me!”

I never believed the stories people told about blacking out until that day. How could you not remember committing an act of violence toward someone but now I understood. Something inside you snaps and you can’t control it because you didn’t even realize it happened. One moment, I was bashing Ellis’s skull in with my heels and the next thing I knew, he had unlocked his door and fell out the car to safety. Lucky him.

“You done lost your damn mind!” he yelled from the lawn, wiping blood from the side of his head. He laid down on our concrete driveway in a half pike position inspecting the rest of his body for other wounds.

I sat down in the seat staring straight ahead, huffing heavily as I clutched my pumps in anger. I could hear my racing heartbeat ringing in my ears so I shut my eyes tightly to try to calm the noise but all it did was produce stars. I quickly shook my head from side to side to rid of them before staring at myself in the rearview mirror. I’m crazy? I’ve lost my mind? Negro, you can’t be serious. The anger I felt transformed to hurt without notice. Tears flooded my eyes and my nostrils flared with each breath I took. No, I wasn’t ready to cry yet. I wasn’t ready to test to see if the no run Mary Kay mascara I was wearing was indeed true. Not now and definitely not in front of him so I unlocked my door and got out the car, ready for round number two.

“Suzanne…” Ellis eyes widened and his posture shrunk as I slowly approached him. The arrogant bastard who considered me twenty percent of a woman not ten minutes ago had now disintegrated into a helpless weakling. The stench of alcohol smothered the Hugo Boss Sensation cologne I once loved to engulf myself in. Now, all I could smell was fear on him as I inched closer like a lioness ready to attack her cornered prey.

“Don’t Suzanne me.” I choked on my words as I swallowed hard to drown the tears heading for my eye ducts. “Just tell me why? Is it because she’s younger than me, or maybe it’s because she’s darker? Being wit’ a ‘light bright’ don’t make ya black enuff in da eyes of yo’ peoples?” I spoke my last statement with the southern twang of a 1830’s slave.
Instead of answering me, his eyes darted around like a ball in a pinball machine. I knew he was looking for an escape route so I made my move before he had a chance to find one.

“Baby, wait,” he sat with his hands out, palms up in a submissive pose, pleading.

“Oh, it’s baby now, huh?”

Ellis could see it written all over my face that there was nothing he could say to salvage this night and the only thing he could do to save his life…was run. My wild swing caused the heel of my pump to catch enough of the back of his overpriced shirt to plug a hole and tear it right down the middle just before he got away. Not settling for defeat, I hiked up my dress thigh high and took off after him. As I chased him barefooted through the backyard of our half-acre manicured lot, all I could think was, Damn, I should’ve activated the child safety locks. His punk ass would’ve never got outta that bitch alive.

Ericka K. F. Simpson was born and raised in Norfolk, Virginia. Her passion for writing began in grade school writing poetry and short stories. In high school, she pretended she was a newspaper sports writer and wrote articles about her experiences playing on the girls varsity basketball team. Those articles later turned into short stories and soon evolved into her first novel, I am Your Sister. Ericka is now a self-published of four books: I am Your Sister, In Fear of Losing You, Making Our Difference and Reality Check: Sometimes One Dose Isn’t Enough.

In June 2010, Ericka won the Black Writers Reunion and Conference 2010 Atlanta Scholarship Competition ( She currently resides in Macon, GA, where she is currently working on her fifth and sixth novels.

 Get to know Author Ericka K.F. Simpson

 1.      How long have you been writing and how did you get started?
I have been writing since grammar school and I started off by writing poems and short stories to escape the everyday worries of the world. I remember pretending I was a sports journalist and writing about the basketball games I played when I was younger. I even interviewed some of my friends (teammates) for fun to make my stories more real. To be honest though, writing runs through the bloodlines in my family. My maternal grandmother was a local columnist for The Perquimans Weekly in Hertford, NC for 7 years. I believe I inherited my love for writing from her.

 2.      Are there any other writers who have inspired you?

 Oh yes. My grandmother was also a librarian so I read a lot of books as a child. Maya Angelou and Nikki Giovanni were the reasons I started writing poems. As I grew older and began to read more fiction novels, John Grisham became my favorite author. I love law and wanted to be a detective when I was in middle school so I was intrigued with the storyline of his books and how fast he was able to write them. In college, I struggled with my sexuality and a friend recommended E. Lynn Harris novel, Invisible Life. I fell in love with his works because I finally read a book that related to the difficulties I was going through. His works were the first I had read or even heard of that spoke about homosexuality in the black community. It was the first time I didn’t feel as though I was alone in the world. E. Lynn Harris inspired me to tell my story so I began writing books that other black girls who were struggling with their sexuality could relate to.

 3.      What inspired you to write Reality Check?

 The original inspiration came from a co-worker who was having marital problems with her husband and like my other books, my characters are born from people I know. Once a story develops in my head, the only way to get it out is to write it down and 129,000 words later, Reality Check is here. While editing the first draft of Reality Check, a second inspiration fueled me to change my storyline: Christianity. As I did my rewrite, I realized I wanted to write a book, not about religion but about people’s everyday struggles with religion and Christian living. My characters range from those who believe in God but choose not to live for Him to those who believe in God but straddle the fence when living for Him to those who believe in God and have dedicated to living a true Christian life. We all are or have been one of these three people so I thought it was important to include each type in the book. That way, readers can see how each character’s belief plays a part in the decisions they make and where the outcome of these decisions leads them in their life’s journey. It also shows how allowing one’s own desires to infect one’s interpretation of the Bible can be deadly.

 4.      Reality Check is not like your previous novels. Why did you change genres?

 My previous novels are gay and lesbian centered and yes, Reality Check does not fit that category. It is a suspense novel with a Christian undertone. I never intended to switch genres but I think it’s important for a writer to not be confined to one particular subject matter if they so choose. My sexuality does not define me as a writer so I do not want to limit myself to writing about that only. There are many faucets that make me who I am as a person and Reality Check was a way to give the readers more of me. I love to write and my goal is to be known as a great author, not just a great author of gay and lesbian fiction.

 5.      You are a self-published author. What made you pursue self-publishing as opposed to signing with a literary agent and/or a major publishing house?

 When I finished my first book in 2003, I solicited numerous agencies and publishing companies for representation but to no avail. I didn’t let it discourage me so I decided to self-publish at that time. Now, I’ve grown accustomed to the freedom I have as a self-published author. I set my own deadlines which relieves me of the pressure in having to submit a manuscript that I may not feel is my best work. You have to be disciplined though. If you’re familiar with taking an online class or independent course, you know there is a lot of responsibility that comes with those liberties. It’s the same for a self-published author. If I take too much time off in between projects or if I allow writers block to slow my progress, I’m not only hurting myself but I’m affecting my reader base as well. With self-publishing, you have to invest the time, money and resources in yourself to be successful in it. Writing is the easy part. Selling yourself is the major part of this business.

 6.      What are your current projects?

 I am currently finishing my fifth novel entitled, Jazzy Ladies Productions. It is a book that is based off the lives of me and my friends during the first few years I lived in Georgia. No The Best Man drama, though. My friends actually wanted me to write a book about our group, so I’m having fun in developing their characters and creating a storyline that incorporates everyone. It’s on schedule to be released December 2011. After that, I plan to return to my first novel, I am Your Sister, and write a sequel to it.

 7.      Once Jazzy Ladies Productions is released, what are your plans to promote it?

 I am planning a book tour where I will visit 12 cities in 2012 during Black Pride celebrations. I am also planning to participate in larger book festivals and book conferences across the country to place all of my books on a bigger stage. Information for both these promotions and others will be available on my author webpage:

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Sexed by Six: Balancing Lust and Deception By Noel DeJesus

Jason has it all, a beautiful fiancé, a good job, and great friends; but it’s not enough.  Seduced by his need to lust, Jason falls victim yet again to a night of casual sex, except this time his partner was no ordinary stranger.  Trapped in a web of deception, Jason tries to twist and turn his way free, only becoming deeper and deeper entangled in his own worst nightmare. With his life crumbling quickly before his own eyes, what will Jason do? What can Jason do?

                Balancing Lust and Deception takes the reader thoroughly into the minds of six characters, their lives all fused together in a complex weave of lust, love, friendship, and deception.  With changing point of views every chapter, the reader is personally strapped into this fast pace rollercoaster of a read, full of whiplashing turns and unexpected drops.  With drum rolling chapters and relentless suspense, Balancing Lust and Deception is truly a one sitting read.


Chapter 1- Jason

            I awoke to the presence of someone tip toeing into my bedroom, the taste of sex still on my lips. Wiping my eyes open, I see my girl Jazz, her smile lighting up the room as the glare from an open curtain erased all of her other facial features and just left the outline of her hour glass figure.

“Bring that ass over here girl.” I yawned as I started to sit up.

“Hell nah Jay I got to hop in the shower first, I’m all sweaty from the gym baby.” She said as she headed towards the bathroom.

 Jazz was gorgeous, on the shorter side of five foot six with light brown eyes that complemented her full lips. A honey complexion coated her high cheeks while her black silky hair draped half way down her back. Her perfect thirty-six C breast hovered over her pierced belly button, while her waist line disappeared into her hips and amazing ass. She didn’t need to go to a gym, but the fact that she went made her that much sexier.

  As she headed into the bathroom, I got in a good morning stretch, before reaching over toward the dresser for my cell phone.

“Damn, eight o’clock in the morning and I got three voice mails and 7 text messages already” I laughed to myself.

 They had to be from Dee and Will, my two best friends since junior high school. I bet my life they were probably messages from last night about how I was missing all of the action at the club. I loved Dee and Will, I consider them my brothers, and it’s our ritual that every last Friday night of the month we would go and hit the club, but last night was our anniversary and even a smooth talker like myself wasn’t getting out of that one.

 Jazz and I aren’t married yet, like she would like, but we’ve been together for four years and living together for the last two. I know I’m going to marry Jazz one day, I just don’t know when that day is, and as every day goes by she tries to scratch and pull that date out of me a little harder.

                Like I assumed, Will and Dee had been texting me throughout the night and when I checked the voicemails, sure enough, I heard them cracking jokes and laughing it up on two of them. The other voice message caught a little more of my attention though, it was some guy yelling all emotionally about how I fucked his girl and how he is going to beat my ass and all that. I get one of these messages about every two or three months, but I pay them no mind.  I figure if you were doing your girl right, she wouldn’t need me, anyways I’ve been getting these messages ever since I could remember and I have never been stepped to in these streets, they’re always just empty threats.

                I crawled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom for some morning hygiene, but the door was locked, like always.

“Jazz what I tell you about this shit, stop locking the damn door.” I yelled, as I shook the door knob.

I could hear the shower turn off and a few seconds later the door opened. Jazz stood there dripping wet, honey skin glowing from the sun rays shining off her.

“Damn Jay I should be the mad one, four years and I still don’t have no ring on my finger, what the fuck?” she said.

 This was an argument that had yielded to some make up sex last night, but like always it was back in the morning.

“If you stopped pressuring me maybe I would have time to think about it. Damn.” I said in a joking tone as a smile came across my face.

Jazz didn’t find that funny, like usual, and she kept her attitude as she tried to squeeze by me through the door way. The sweet smell off her soft skin rushed through me as her body rubbed up across mine. I couldn’t resist the temptation of slapping her wet ass, and I knew how much she loved that.

 “Don’t touch it if you ain’t going to fuck it.” She said smiling, her temper tantrum quickly replaced with lust.

“Come here” I said, stepping out of my boxer briefs.

“You know daddy ain’t going to tease you like that”.

I lifted her slick naked body off the floor and tossed her up unto the bed. I leaned in to kiss her soft lips, slowly working my way down to her neck which was still moist from the shower. Her body flexed for second as my tongue slid down onto her soft breast, and then my cell phone started to vibrate. I paid it no attention as I was focused on kissing every inch of her body, but I could feel her beginning to squirm in the direction of the dresser, and then the cursing followed.

“Who the fuck is this? Who the fuck is Shantell, Jay?” she blasted out. 

“Baby don’t worry about that, she’s from my job, it’s nothing.” I pleaded as I tried to manipulate her back into my world, plunging my face into her inner thigh.

 But once Jazz starts there isn’t any stopping her. As the yelling and questioning continued, I stood up and snatched my phone from her grasp and left the room. As I turned on the television in the living room, I could hear her starting to spread the drama into the world via her cell phone.

“I’m playing ball with the fellas today, so I’ll be gone for a while” I yelled even though I know she couldn’t hear me over her own conversation.

She was too busy gossiping on the phone to do anything but give me an evil glare as I reentered the room and headed into the bathroom. After a cold shower I threw on a Nike t-shirt, some Nike basketball shorts and a pair of Jordan’s. I wasn’t always the best ball player on the court, but I was always the freshest.

Raised in the Soundview Area of the South Bronx, Noel DeJesus is a mere instrument through which the riveting tales of streets flow through. An Iraq and Afghanistan war veteran Noel DeJesus has truly seen the suffers of war, the evils of poverty, and the face of struggle.

Noel DeJesus has been writing since he was a young child, excelling in short stories and poetry. He has performed all over the world from the famed Nuyorican Poet’s Café in New York City to the far reaches of Alabama, Washington, Germany, Iraq, and Afghanistan. He founded Ink and Concrete Productions in 2010 as a means to express his stories to the masses. His goal is to bring a new style of writing into the industry; vivid tales of intrapersonal and interpersonal battles, written with the same emotion as they were seen.

“Knowledge is King, A Dream is his Queen, and Self Destruction is his Mistress.”

Get to Know Noel:

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?   My name is Noel DeJesus and I was born in Brooklyn, New York and raised in the Bronx, New York. I attended Stillman College in Tuscaloosa, Alabama for a couple of years before joining the United States Army and serving my country in the war zones of Iraq, Afghanistan, and Kuwait.

When did you first consider yourself a writer? I first considered myself a writer when I was about ten chapters into “Sexed by Six”. I had always written since I was a child mostly short stories and poetry, but I actually started “Sexed by Six” while I was deployed to a Combat Outpostliving with forty other male Soldiers in an abandoned potato chip factory, that’s where the dream started to become reality.

What inspired you to write “Sexed by Six”? My inspiration to write the book came from my Daughter. Kayla Noelle DeJesus was born just thirty days before I deployed to Iraq and I knew I had to really step up my game and create something that could potentially secure her future and leave a legacy for my daughter. On the other hand the inspiration for the content in the book came from my life experiences. Growing up in the Bronx, New York I’ve seen a lot of wild situations and I felt that what better to write about than the events and scenarios that I have actually witnessed.

Do you have a specific writing style? I always believed in the saying that there are more than two sides of a story. My writing style is unique because I give the reader as many sides to the story as possible, letting them experience one single story from six different perspectives filled with different emotions and thoughts. Essentially I try to create a world inside of my books where the readers aren’t being narrated or swayed by a single character and their point of view, but rather given the freedom to create their own opinions of the storyline through multiple characters points of view.

What was the hardest part of writing your book? The hardest part for me was finding the time. I actually started the book in Iraq early 2009 yet I didn’t finish the book until late 2010 when I was in Afghanistan. The thoughts for the book were always there, I actually have about two or three other books already written mentally, but finding the free time between being a Soldier and Father is the hard part.

Do you ever get writer’s block or does your outline keep you on a straight path? The weird thing about “Sexed by Six” is that I wrote it with no outline. I literally just sat down one day and began writing and everything just flowed. A lot of reviews that I received on my book applaud the fact that I took six characters with unique storylines and plots and weaved them all together into a complex yet smooth course throughout the book.  I never had writer’s block when writing this book; I was just a freestyle type of writing that kept the story weaving and twisting into a success.

So why should readers go and pick up “Sexed by Six”? Readers should pick up my debut book “Sexed by Six” because you’re essentially getting six stories for the price of one. This book separates itself from others because the reader gets to see one story from six different angles all with their own emotions and thoughts. “Sexed by Six” is a true to life book, all of the scenarios and situations are things that I have seen in my lifetime and it’s just great entertainment.

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My Mama’s Sweet Potato Pie By. Kay Gibbie

My Mama’s Sweet Potato Pie is a bi-lingual coloring book for ages three and up. The 20-page story offers 10 illustrations with its 10 Spanish translations making it a delicious treat. Grab your crayons and discover how mama makes a sweet potato pie for her son.

Rekaya Gibson is an author of three fiction titles: “The Food Temptress” and the sequel, “The Food Enchantress.” The latest is “Mama Don’t Like Ugly” by NCM Publishing Company.  She started her writing career in 2005 by writing for magazines such as Cabo Living Magazine and Lake of the Ozarks Second Home Living Magazine. Currently, she writes cookbook reviews for Cuisine Noir Magazine, a foodies and wine magazine for African Americans. Ms. Gibson lives in Newport News, Virginia.

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1) Describe My Mama’s Sweet Potato Pie/El Pay de Camote de mi Mama? It is a bi-lingual coloring book for ages three and up. The 20-page story offers 10 illustrations with its 10 Spanish translations, making it a delicious treat. Grab your crayons and discover how mama makes a sweet potato pie for her son.
2) Where did you get the inspiration to write My Mama’s Sweet Potato Pie?
I got my inspiration from watching family members make sweet potato pie. I wanted to share the story and a loose version of the recipe with the world. Bon Appétit!

3) Did you translate the book in Spanish yourself?
No, one of my best friends translated it for me and I had a virtual assistant proofread it. My friend did an excellent job. I hope to use her again in the near future – hint, hint.

4) What is the biggest challenge you face with your writing career?
My biggest challenge is figuring out the ingredients that will catapult my writing career into a full-time venture. I am still in search of balance between marketing versus being a spammer, a stalker, or a social networking junkie. The good news, I am getting closer to my goal each day.
5) What advice do you have for aspiring authors?
I would suggest that they free write and write often. They should keep improving their craft and learn how the publishing industry works. Most importantly, authors should not approach publishers without defining and knowing their target audience. In addition, I encourage aspiring authors to have a written marketing plan with specific details and timelines.

6) You have written several titles, how would you describe your writing style?
I write – on the computer – when I have something to say. Then, I let it all out until I am done. This can mean five minutes or several hours. I am not good at writing during a slotted time; it is the rebel in me. However, sometimes I have to write on paper first to get the juices flowing.
7) What’s next for you?
I am preparing for the July 13, 2012, release of my children’s book, “Are There French Fries in Heaven?” I am working on my latest fiction novel, “Deadly Undercover,” and revising my nonfiction book, “Wow Them With Your Grant Proposal.” Finally, I am adding new recipes to my upcoming cookbooks.

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Another Tear By Traci Bee

Kevin Kennard gazed into the precious face of his newborn son, the offspring of the intoxicating love he shared with his wife, Simone. Closing his eyes, Kevin whispered a prayer of thanks. Life had given him a second chance at happiness far greater than anything he’d fathomed from inside the concrete walls of his prison cell. While Kevin and Simone bask in their familial bliss, those scorned by their union collect the pieces to their shattered hearts and plot the couple’s demise. Darkness hovers the Kennards when their newborn baby becomes the target for revenge. A tidal wave of fatal events stifles the sanctity Kevin and Simone have come to cherish. Kevin had promised those he loved that his gun-toting days were a thing of the past. But with nothing else to live for, he journeys to find the person responsible for the devastation reeked in his world. Someone will pay for what they’ve done to his family, even if it cost Kevin his own life. In the award winning novel, “Two Tears in a Bucket,” Kevin and Simone reminded us how powerful and lasting the bonds of love can be. But can it weather, Another Tear?




Trapped in the darkness, Simone struggled to free herself. She hated when her body became immobile but her mind remained fully conscious. Normally, when she hallucinated in her sleep, her surroundings seemed clear. But this time, a still blackness haunted her. She struggled to wake. Finally, after a fluster of forced blinks, her eyes opened. Slowly, the objects around her began to take form.

An older Caucasian man stood two inches taller than Kevin. A head full of salt-and-pepper curls, a slowly aging face of soft wrinkles, and his lean build clothed in an expensive-looking navy blue suit; everything about him screamed money. His mouth moved, yet silence flowed as he chatted with her husband. Pain was etched in Kevin’s face as he listened, his back resting against the wall to support his feeble stance as he stared out at nothing. Angela sat in a chair, black mascara smeared around her eyes. Dried-up tears stained her cheeks.

Kevin’s lips moved. She knew his lips well and read what seemed to be “Still no word on…” The doctor’s nod cut Kevin off before he could finish asking his question.

What’s going on? Simone questioned. She couldn’t hear a thing. Nothing but the continuously, annoying beep from the heart monitor. Is that machine for me? I’m in the hospital?

She grunted and pulled, but couldn’t move. Something was holding her down. Her surroundings were too vivid for it to be a hallucination.

The doctor took a step toward the door. No, don’t leave!

Simone grew frustrated. Wait a minute! Her ears popped. Her hearing had returned. Relieved, she called after the doctor. Doc!

Kevin leaned against the wall with his hand on his forehead. “Doc.”

Thank you, baby, Simone said.

Though Kevin’s voice was muffled and seemingly as weak as hers, he was closer to the doctor. Lifting his head, he stared at the doctor through red eyes stained from crying.

“There’s really nothing you can do? I mean, suppose she was the president? What would y’all do then? I can’t take fifty-fifty, Doc. I need something more concrete. I need you to tell me she’s going to be okay.”

The doctor sighed as he searched for the right words of comfort.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Kennard, we’ve done everything we can. Pulling through something like this is up to the patient. It just depends on their will to live.”

I’ve pulled through, doc. Kevin, I’m up. It’s okay baby, Simone said.

“Can she hear us?” Kevin asked.

Yes, I can hear you. You can’t hear me? Simone cleared her throat. Is that better? Can you hear me now? 

“In most cases, they can,” the doctor shared. “So talk to her. It can only help.”

Okay, I have got to get out of this bed.

Simone tugged. She pulled. But no matter her attempt, she couldn’t free herself from the bed. To gather strength, she relaxed and filled her lungs with air. Fueled by determination, she gave another powerful tug until finally, she sat up in bed.

It happened in slow motion. Angela’s gut wrenching, boundless wails bedeviled the room as her body gradually descended from the chair to the floor. Kevin’s eyes bulged in fear as he and the doctor leaped across the room to Simone’s bedside.

Simone turned to the heart monitor. The continuously, annoying beep was gone. In its place: a flatline.

 Traci Bee is the award-winning author of the Kindle drama chart topping, Two Tears in a Bucket. When she’s not writing, Traci enjoys karaoke and spending time with her family. She currently resides in Waldorf, Maryland with her husband and kids and is working on two novels; the final installment to the Two Tears in a Bucket Series and A Nickel for A Kiss.


Get to Know Traci:


Two Tears in a Bucket is loosely based on some personal experiences that I embellished into fiction.


I have always been and will always be a daddy’s girl. My dad was my absolute everything. He died nine years ago the very way Thomas died in Two Tears in a Bucket. In all actuality, Thomas was created in my father’s likeness. His jovial personality, quick wit, Southern Charm were all attributes of my dad. The bond Simone and her dad shared is identical to the bond my dad and I shared.  
My mom and I are also close. She’s one of my best friends.


Simone is a mixture of several women that I know, myself included.


Writing has always been an escape.  It’s one of the rare times that my imagination can soar freely and morals and rules that tend to dictate our everyday life are tossed to the side. I can escape to my own little world where I can entertain myself and be in control of absolutely everything.


Believe it or not, I didn’t have any fears. I was doing what I enjoyed. When the book was finished, I was too excited. Fear was never a factor. 


Yes, there will be one more – THE FINAL TEAR. No release date in mind yet.


In between writing the TWO TEARS IN A BUCKET series, I’ve been toying with another title, A NICKEL FOR A KISS. Now that ANOTHER TEAR is done, A NICKEL FOR A KISS is burning holes in my fingers. My grandmother use to say, the worst beating in life is the one we give ourselves. A NICKEL FOR A KISS is Ginger Montgomery’s twisted tale of karma. It reiterates two things that we’ve all been told countless times: Know your self-worth and the grass isn’t always greener. It’s unreal the way karma comes back to haunt Ginger.


WRITE! Don’t worry about the order of the story or the grammar yet – just write! You can get a critique and edit later.  And never delete what you write, even if you’re changing the story around and feel you won’t need it. DO NOT DELETE IT. Cut and paste those scraps into a document. I have a scene that was deleted from TWO TEARS IN A BUCKET that fits into A FINAL TEAR perfectly! I was able to cut and paste it right from my scraps.

There are heavy elements of drama, romance, action, fantasy and a little street lit in just about everything I write.  I didn’t set out to write to any particular genre. I simply wrote a story.

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Misleading By Winkk

Sexy, wealthy and handsome is what best describes Jarvis Denttin, the owner of the exclusive popular Denttin nightclubs.  His posh lifestyle has women flockingis love  to him regularly, and they feed his strong appetite for sex.  Having his choice of any woman, has created a selfish, deceiving, controlling man.  Women are attracted to his alluring demeanor, until they are invited into his life and introduce to his devious side. 
Expanding his company, Jarvis Denttin is excited to open a new nightclub in Chicago.  He is devastated when his close friend is killed and his businesses become in jeopardy, that he is now reconsidering his move to the Windy City.  Just as attractive and charming as Jarvis, his friend and employee Antonio Flink, is being well trained to become a duplicate of him, but Antonio proves that he is more conniving then Jarvis could imagine. 
Candace Mourton, the personal assistant to Jarvis Denttin is a smart opportunist and knows that he is capable of providing the lifestyle she deserves, and she is willing to do whatever it takes to keep the money flowing.   She enjoys her professional and sexual relationship with him, until she breaks her own rule and falls in love.  Jarvis takes care of her financially, and she caters to him daily, but realizes that isn’t enough to keep him interested in her.  
With money dominating Jarvis’s successful life, he is unaware of the scheme being orchestrated to bring him down and he gets caught up in a web of deception.  Knowing all the wrong he has done to people, he’s ready for a fresh start, but karma gets to him first.  Oblivious of his acquaintance motives, puts him in a deadly situation.  Will his life crumble before he finds out that the people around him have been misleading him the entire time?

Once you open one of Winkk’s novels, you won’t be able to stop until you’ve navigated every twist, turn and tragedy in the lives of her relatable and fascinating characters. Winkk’s deft storytelling and experience as a former model, actress and professional dancer for artists, including R. Kelly, Avant, and Ronald Isley made “Tour Secrets” and “Tour Secrets 2,” a rousing success.

The two novels–which follow the lives and torrid love affairs of dancers and best friends, Raven and Music–flew off virtual shelves when they were published in 2009 and 2010, netting acclaim from outlets including Rolling Out, Power 92.3 FM, Parle magazine and Raw TV. She is a “Breakout Author of the Year” nominee for the 2011 African American Literary Awards, an honor also bestowed upon fellow nominees and celebrity writers Iyanla Vanzant, Tavis Smiley and CNN anchor Don Lemon.

Winkk follows that credo in her own life. That is why, despite dancing for some of the biggest names in R&B and modeling for Ebony magazine among others, she opted not to go the tell-all route. Instead, Winkk focuses on fictionalized stories based on her experience and imagination, broaching topics from “down low” men to transsexual entertainers.

Winkk also is building her brand beyond writing novels. In 2011, she founded Ailam Publishing. Though she is currently publishing her own projects, she wants to assist other authors in finding their voice.

“When I first started writing, I wanted to tell the story of the tour experience from the dancer’s side…that’s a side that never got out,” Winkk said of the books and innovative video teasers she produced on her own. “Misleading” too will get the visual treatment, as part of Winkk’s holistic literary vision. “Now, I want to tell as many stories as I can as many ways as I can in print and eventually on the small and big screen.”

Get to Know Winnk:

What inspired you to write the novels Tour Secrets and Tour Secrets 2? 

I’m a former dancer/choreographer and have worked for artist including R. Kelly, Avant and Ronald Isley.  Traveling on the road as a dancer inspired me to write the Tour Secrets series so the readers could get a glimpse of what dancers experienced.  I felt it would be interesting to write some outrageous and sometimes unbelievable, but realistic things that dancers deal with.  Tour Secrets is not a tell all, but will give you a heart-stopping, jaw-dropping inside look into the music industry.  The novels have been re-released under Ailam Publishing, and are available in paperback an Ebooks.
 What character did you enjoy writing about the most in the series Tour Secrets?

  Raven and Que were the characters I enjoyed creating and writing about the most.  Raven revealed a big secret in the book and her sassy, humorous personality was exciting to write.  Que is scandalous and ruthless, and creating his character was fun. 
 Was it easy making the transition from a dancer to an author? 

The literary industry is very similar to the entertainment business, so the transition was very easy.  Since I’ve been writing for many years and used to write while traveling, I felt comfortable making the change. 
 Tell us about your new novel Misleading? 

 My new novel Misleading is about a nightclub owner who is focused on money and being successful.  He realizes that he can’t control the world with money and finds out that the people closes to him are more interested in bringing him down then helping him succeed.  Revenge, deceit, sex, drama and scandal are all tied up in this novel.  The novel will be available on September 30, 2011 and you can pre-order it now on and  It will be available in paperback an Ebooks.
 What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? 

The part of the writing process I enjoy is creating the story and seeing all the elements come together.  I usually create the cover in my mind first and everything else falls into place.  I love creating so writing a novel is like choreographing a dance routine to me.  I enjoy the process from the beginning to the end.
 Why did you decide to self-publish and what are your plans for your new publishing company? 

 I started Ailam Publishing to publish my novels and to keep the creative control over my projects.  I will continue to publish my novels and would also like to publish other authors in the future. 
 What can we expect next from Winkk? 

I will keep writing novels and producing video book trailer.  I will turn my novels into movies and continue mentoring and sponsoring local artist.  I’ve got a few things up my sleeves, so be on the lookout. 
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Are the sins of the father and mother visited upon their sons and daughters? Undoubtedly damaged, Honey Lamb, like many, is a descendant of an unfortunate legacy of molestation, addiction, murder and bad decisions. For as long as she could remember, she believed the unhappiness she experienced was somehow bequeathed to her. The blood that surged through her veins seemed to be tainted and she often wondered about the DNA she possessed. Experiencing more than her share of misery at the hands of her mother, an alcoholic; the source of all her woes, Honey believed she’d overcome her seemingly checkered path all by herself when she met and married, Mason; a man she loves beyond her own understanding.  Unfortunately, unsettling memories emerge to crack the veneer of her seemingly happy existence. Feeling unable to escape what she believed to be her destiny, Honey makes a decision that may have ruined her life. Not realizing that God places people in our lives for His purpose, she reluctantly embarks upon a journey that will open her eyes and heart to a divine inheritance. Will she accept what God has already given to her or will she shun the invitation of salvation and allow her familial carnal legacy to continue to the next generation? Will she come to understand that Jesus’ blood redeemed us from a self-defeating existence because He became the sinful inheritance for us while at the same time eradicating it forever, giving us a spiritual blood transfusion that would change us all?

Eyes of confusion searched the room as I exited the bed and walked to the adjacent bathroom.   “Was that a memory or was it a dream?” I whispered, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror.
 “Who was that older woman?”  I didn’t know what to think.   Do I have any family other than that demon of a mother?  The thought of my having someone else in this world with my DNA was impossible to believe. I didn’t know where my father was or even if he was still alive but to know that I may have someone else…
Negativity entered my psyche and thoughts that she or they could be just like mother caused me to shiver.   “They can’t be,” I said to my reflection in the mirror.  
In the recesses of my mind, I heard a voice that haunted me. I recognized it. It was Mother.
“You ain’t worth nothing. Look what you did to Mason,” the voice said. “You had your chance to have a good life. Mason was the beginning of the family and the love you said you needed, wanted and always cried about and you blew it.” 
Before I knew it, I was screaming. The acoustics of the bathroom resulted in the exaggeration and expansion of the volume of my screams.
I was on the floor of the bathroom, bawling and yelling into the pristinely clean yellow and white tiles as if they could shut out the accusations I heard in my head. 
“Shut-up!” I screamed. “I didn’t want to…,” I explained to my invisible accuser. “God help me!” 
The outcry seemed to ride the sound waves out of the room.
As I inhaled, I felt someone embrace me gently and tentatively. 
“Baby…,” is what I heard as soft arms enfolded me.   “It’s okay. God is always willing to help,” Ms. Sadie affirmed confidently, squeezing me into her.  
Ms. Sadie… always here when I need her, I thought thankfully, trying to compose myself. 
“Come on dear, let’s get you to your room,” Ms. Sadie advised as she helped me to my feet.  
I placed my head on her shoulder as we walked slowly into my room.
As I entered the room, Sammy was watching me and I immediately felt ashamed. Surprisingly, there wasn’t any condemnation in his eyes. I couldn’t explain it but it was as if he just loved me the same way Ms. Sadie did. I felt new tears in production and relented. 
“I’m so sorry, Sammy…,” I said, not able to continue.  
“You owe me no apology, Honey. My wife heard the cries and asked me to come over and check on Aunt Sadie,” he smiled faintly.
You okay now?” 
I nodded. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know Sammy was even married.
“Baby, you need to stop fighting and let God fight your battles,” Ms. Sadie said. “You are fighting something only Jesus can help you win.” 
“Amen,” Sammy said. 
“Ms. Sadie, I don’t know…,” I began. 
“I know you don’t know, but I know,” she stated.  As if on cue, Sammy reached for the Bible on the night table. He brought it over and handed it to Ms. Sadie. 
“Sit down child,” she instructed.   I sat down on the bed and Sammy did the same.
The chair in which he sat in was gorgeous. Everything in this house was gorgeous. It was a cherry wood, Queen Anne chair with the lovely, gold brocade tapestry. There was something about Ms. Sadie. She was a puzzle. 
“You believe you’re not worthy of God’s love because of what you did to Mason and what you’ve had to endure, but God loves you and wants to be your everything. He wants you to take all of your guilt and suffering and give it to him.”
She watched me to be sure I absorbed what she’d said. “Do you know Jesus died so you could be free of whatever has you bound? Don’t push away the love that has been paid for with the shedding of His blood.”
As she flipped through the Bible, obviously looking for a scripture, I looked at the door and in the entranceway, a woman was standing there. Her skin reminded me of milk chocolate; smooth and flawless. Her hair, the color of shining onyx was tightly curled as it framed her angelic face. She was wearing a white shimmering nightdress. She caught my eye and smiled warmly. 
 “Sis, you have a friend in Jesus,” she whispered as she entered my room. “The song tells us that He will bear all of our sins and grief and it’s obvious you’re carrying a ton of them. One of the privileges of being His friend is that we can carry everything to God in prayer.” 
“You always show up right on time, baby,” Sammy said as he extended his hand to his wife and brought her to him, placing her on his lap.  
“Here it is, baby…” Ms. Sadie announced as she sat down next to me. The bed breathed as it received her weight as she read, …“When Jesus had raised Himself up and saw no one but the woman, He said to her, “Women, where are those accusers of yours? Has no one condemned you?” She said, “No one, Lord.” And Jesus said to her, “Neither do I condemn you; go and sin no more.’” 
M. Ann is a Christian Fiction author originally from Elizabeth, New Jersey presently residing in Bear, Delaware with her awesome husband and two handsome sons. She is a graduate of Rider University.

M. Ann is forever grateful to her parents, Earnest and Anne Smith for their prayers and close reign over her young life.   Their seemingly ever-present influence and strong desire for her to know God, attend church and participate in every possible youth auxiliary kept her from elements that could have swallowed her whole.  Writing for M. Ann was always a hidden love. One would say that as her relationship with her Savior matured, her desire to write was blossomed. Stories that seemed to be buried in her heart to give God glory were unearthed. She then became convinced and confident that it was her gift.   She is determined to tell the world how wonderfully awesome Jesus Christ is and can be in our lives if we just allow Him to be.   She is honored to be used by God to spread His message with the stories she creates with the leading of the Holy Spirit, knowing that He will provide her with the words that will draw all men to Him.  She realizes that her role as a writer is simply to exhale what God has already breathed into her.

She is also what one may consider a motivational/inspirational speaker but she prefers the term, “Godspirational” as one may only be truly inspired and changed when hearing the uncompromised word of God!

M. Ann is the author of Awesome Wonder: The Gift of Remembrance , The Son and THE BLOOD DONE SIGNED MY NAME.

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How would you describe your latest novel: THE BLOOD DONE SIGNED MY NAME ?

Because of a checkered past, a destructive familial history or bad choices, many have decided to live a life of regret and fear; resolving that their fate is irreversible. Regardless of who you are, whatever you’ve done or whatever your family has done to you, the blood of Jesus can make you a new creature because of its power. THE BLOOD DONE SIGNED MY NAME chronicles a woman’s desire for redemption. The novel enlightens and encourages as the reader takes a journey with the heroine, Honey Lamb. Because the story of her life is one of demoralizing circumstances, she questions why she is and who she is.  Although making a life altering mistake because of her past, she finds that it does not have to dictate her destiny.  The blood that was shed on Calvary by Jesus Christ was the most definitive demonstration of unconditional love. It washed away every bad decision, every sin, and every generational curse, granting us an everlasting pardon.  Honey’s journey throughout the novel allows her to arrive at the realization that when Christ said “It is Finished!”, her past was erased. She was set free because He was the true sacrifice but it is up to her to recognize the sacrifice and receive her spiritual pardon.

Describe your journey to publication.

 It seems I always knew I was not destined to be a “corporate woman” and when my  position was eliminated throughout the entire organization, I had an inkling that it was God-ordained, at least for me.  Prior to this event, I’d resolved to reconnect with the Master and sought to draw nigh to Him.  I don’t think I would have been able to really hear God if I hadn’t been reconnected to Him. I’d always loved to write and as my relationship God became stronger, my desire to write become stronger and strangely, to my surprise, a need. My yearning to please Him with the stories that I created increased. I realized that this could be my way of bringing souls into the Kingdom of God. “Tell the world about Me with the words I will give you,” is what I heard. Admittedly, I used my occupation, (or lack thereof) as an excuse and had mixed emotions as to my next steps. After seeking the Lord and requesting and then receiving the needed confirmation, (two or three confirmations to be truthful), I finally arrived at the conclusion that writing was the path that God has placed me on.  Believing that God would give me the words, I began to write my first book; Awesome Wonder: The Gift of Remembrance. My husband said something that enables me to write with confidence; “If God told you to write, then write, and stand on His promises.”  After four months of searching for a publisher, God blessed me with an opportunity and the rest will certainly be “His-story”!

 What is the best piece of advice you would give to an aspiring author?

Firstly, one must believe in their gift and talent. In this industry, it’s easy to say “forget it” or “this is not for me”. Know that rejection is part of the process but persistence is the key. I have learned that what God has started in me, He is obligated to finish and I will be successful. If you believe that you have something to share that will change lives, write and believe in yourself and gift that you have been given. Understand that it isn’t the money that will satisfy you. The opportunity to speak into the lives  of others via your writing and make a difference is what will inevitably gratify you.

Secondly, if He has called you to it… He will see you through it!! As an author, your assignment is to write, God will send people for your life. The other aspects; promotion, marketing, notoriety and money will come… Seek ye first the Kingdom, (seek to do God’s will) and everything else will be added!

Finish this statement: I became a writer because creating and sharing stories of faith, His unconditional and unending love will change lives and provide spiritual revelation thus augmenting the Kingdom of God. I believe this is what God has purposed for my life and I am determined to walk in my purpose!

 Thousands of books are published each year. What sets your book apart from other books in your genre?

There isn’t a Christian Fiction novel in the marketplace presently that specifically discusses the healing and delivering power of the blood of Jesus. Oddly enough, the body of Christ today doesn’t seem to dialogue about its significance. Many are writing non-fictionally about generational curses, the importance of forgiveness and the wonderful love of Jesus but no author has fictionally penned a novel that clearly identifies what Jesus did when he died for us. This novel makes the significance of His blood truly comprehensible to even the lay person.  THE BLOOD DONE SIGNED MY NAME is the first of its kind because it not only shares a relatable story but it provides the liberating truth scripturally. This novel communicates and confirms that no longer does one need to label themselves as a “recovering” alcoholic, drug addict or even an inevitable beneficiary of the many generational tendencies and sicknesses that may be passed on from one generation to another. Christ has absolved all who believe in Him because His blood has erased every sinful stain. The key is to believe in Jesus and to renew our minds… to cast down everything, imagination or otherwise that can try to keep us from believing that Jesus has already paid the price. We are indeed FREE!

If you could spend an hour talking with any author, living or dead, who would it be and why?

I know Paul of Tarsus was inspired by God as God is the true author of the Bible but I would love to sit down and speak with him. He, with aid of the Holy Spirit wrote most of the New Testament, endured mental and physical persecution and still managed to mentor his brothers and sisters in the gospel. I would bombard Him with questions.   I believe we are all inspired by God to do what we do… write about the awesome Savior, Jesus Christ and to bring others to Christ while bringing God glory.  I would love to sit with Paul to hear first-hand about how he received his inspiration to write what thus saith the Lord.  What an awesome conversation that would be!

What is the most encouraging advice you’ve received as an author?

The most encouraging advice I have received waspray…and trust God…and give this over to Him.”  

More specifically, “ For the Lord GOD will help Me; Therefore I will not be disgraced; Therefore I have set My face like a flint, And I know that I will not be ashamed.” Isaiah 50:7

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