New Book Alert – The Pastor’s Admin

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Coming March 20, 2018 from Lakisha Johnson and Laquisha Rucker

**DISCLAIMER** This is Christian FICTION which includes some sex scenes and language. ***

Daphne ‘Dee’ Gary used to love being an admin … until Joseph Thornton.

She has been his administrative assistant for ten years and each year, she has to decide whether it will be his secrets or her sanity.

And the choice is beginning to take a toil.

Joseph is the founder and pastor of Assembly of God Christian Center and he is, hell, there are so many words Daphne can use to describe him but none are good. He does things without thinking of the consequence because he knows Dee will be there to bail him out. Truth is, she has too because … it’s her job, right?

A job she has been questioning lately.

Daphne knows life can be hard and flesh will sometimes win but when she has to choose between HIS SECRETS or HER SANITY, this time, will she remain The Pastor’s Admin?


“No, this time you don’t get to apologize. This time, I’m the one who’s sorry for staying with a piece of man like you. I’m the one who is sorry for giving my all to you when I knew it was too much for you to handle. I’m the one who is sorry for ever thinking my favor was fashioned for you. This time, I’m the one who is sorry for ever giving you a position you weren’t trained for.”

Coming March 20th


The Pastor's Admin


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Dear God … Hear my prayer!


Since the age of 14, Jayme’s life has been hell and she has one person to thank for it, Pastor James Madison.

He stood in the pulpit on Sundays waving the same hands that abused her at night. He glorified God with the same mouth he used to chip away her self-esteem, daily. He was a man of God who had turned her away from the same God he told people they needed to serve.

He was the man who was supposed to pray for, take care of and eventually love her. Instead he preyed on, took advantage of and shattered her heart before it had a chance to truly love someone else.

Now, 14 years and a son later, she finds herself needing God yet she doesn’t know how to reach Him. She longs for God but isn’t sure He can hear a sinner’s prayer until she starts to pray, Dear God…



“Jayme, you will make some mistakes. There will even be days you’re going to lash out and push Jacob away but he will be there.”

“Until he’s not.” I say.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He says coming into the kitchen.

“You say that now but one day your patience will run out. Every day I wake up thinking I am going to fail my son or that I’ll make you hate me because I can’t let you in. I’m trying not too but it’s hard.”

“Where is God Jayme?” His mom asks.

“I wish I knew.”

“He’s right here.” She says touching my chest. “He’s in your heart. You just have to trust that He’ll strengthen you when you’re at your lowest.”

“I’m trying, I promise I am.”

“Can we pray for you?” She asks as Michael and Jace walk into the kitchen.

Jace walks over and grabs my hand. They all surround me and his dad begins to pray and his mom begins speaking in a language I’d never heard of. The more they pray, the harder I cry until I am down on my knees. Jace wraps his arms around me.

“Oh God! Please help me because I am tired and cannot do it anymore.” I hug Jace tighter. After a few minutes I feel hands on my back as Diane begins praying, “Dear God…”



The Family that Lies Excerpt



“No Mother dear, I do not know where your precious Grayce is.”

“Yes, I am still here but the answer is still the same: I don’t know where she is and you asking again won’t change that!” I say, raising my voice.

I hear the alarm chirp and just when I am about to repeat myself again I see Grayce standing in the living room mouthing for me not to tell Mom she’s here.

Laughing, I say, “Yes Mother, that was the alarm you heard.”

Rolling my eyes while wanting to hit my head against the wall, I go on, “If it was Grayce, don’t you think I would have told you? Hell, I wish it was so you can get off my phone.”

She yells that this conversation is useless.

“You’re right, but I do believe you called my phone, ma’am. You can hang up at any time.”

After she swears, she says to have a good day. “I will, and you have a great day as well,” I reply.

“Damn!” I yell, putting my phone on the counter as I finish fixing my coffee.

I look up to see Grayce trying to exit stage left.

“No you don’t, heifer! I’ve been on the phone with your mother for over thirty minutes and you think you’re going to just walk away?”

“Merci, I am not in the mood, ok?”

“And do you think I am in the mood to deal with the same question of where you are every time you don’t answer your freaking phone? You are a grown ass woman who is still afraid of her parents.”

“I am not afraid of them.”

“Then why not answer your phone? Or were you too busy getting your back tilted?”

“Don’t start. I was not out having sex. Unlike you, I am not a whore.”

“Are you sure about that, oh sister of mine? What is it the bible says? Um, something like, before you talk about the speck in my eye remove the one from yours.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your shirt, saved one, it’s on inside out!”

“Merci, I…”

“Girl bye, your walk of shame is waiting.”

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Two Chapter Peek of Ms. Nice Nasty: Cam’s Confession


18 years ago

“Thank you Mr. Frederick, this is just what I need.”

“Is there any else, Camille?”

“What do you mean?” I ask looking confused while grabbing my things.

“Oh come on, you know what I mean. You didn’t come here tonight for help with this assignment because you could have easily figured it out yourself.”

“Um, I’m not following.”

“Sure you are,” he says, smiling.

“Okay, but I’m not sure what you mean. You’ve always helped me before but if it’s a problem, I won’t come to you again.”

“No, no, there’s no problem but you’re not a freshman anymore so now I need some help from you.”

“Oookay,” I say, still confused.

He takes my books and sits them on the floor before taking my hand and placing it between his legs.

I snatch it back. “What in the hell are you doing?”

“Calm down, haven’t you felt a dick before?”

“No, and I don’t appreciate you putting my hand on yours.”

“You’re a virgin?” he asks, smiling.

“I’m going to go because obviously I’ve given you the wrong idea.”

He grabs my arm and pushes me back down on the couch. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

He gets up and locks the door.

“Look Mr. Frederick, I apologize if I gave you the wrong idea but if you let me out of here now, I promise I will not say anything.”

He starts laughing. “You aren’t going anywhere, little girl, and you won’t say anything either, not if you want to finish this program.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I have the power to make or break you at this school.”

“I’ll take my chances,” I say, trying to grab my books again.

He gets angry and pulls me up to him. “Oh, you’re a feisty little bitch. I like that, but I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You don’t know when to shut up, do you? Get on your knees.”

Crying, I kneel in front of him as he unbuckles his pants. Shoving his dick in my face, I squirm trying to avoid it but it’s only making him more aroused. Using it to slap me on my lips, he smiles. “Open your mouth.”

Refusing, he grabs my hair and pushes his dick into my mouth, “Suck it!”

I gag from the musty odor of him but he continues to thrust in and out until I almost throw up. Pulling me up by my hair, he licks me on the lips and says, “You’ll get better with practice.”

Turning me around on his desk and snatching my panties from under my dress, he spreads my legs with one of his. He pushes me down as he rubs a finger over my clit.

“I’ve been waiting to sample this pussy,” he tells me, slapping me on the ass. “Relax and you might enjoy it.”

Crying and begging him to stop only makes him more aggressive as he keeps one hand on my back, forcibly holding me down. He’s fumbling around with I’m guessing a condom when I take note of a paperweight sitting on the edge of the desk.

He finally thrusts into me and I cry out.

“Ah,” he moans as he pounds into me. “This is some good, pure pussy.”

He continues, every thrust getting harder and harder with his hand now on the back of my neck.

“Ah, ah!” he grunts before finally pulling out of me.

I lay there a few seconds giving him a minute to back up. Picking up the paperweight from the desk, I swing it towards his head, connecting the first time.

“Dammit!” he yells, stumbling back. “You crazy bitch!”

He walks towards me and I keep swinging.

Chapter 2

“Camille, Camille! You’re safe.”


“You’re safe,” says Dr. Melody Scott, my sex therapist, drawing me out of my nightmare.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for? For finally letting down your wall?” she asks, handing me a tissue. I didn’t realize tears were rolling down my face.

“I’ve never told anybody that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I didn’t want them looking at me with the same look you’re giving me now, that look of pity. Poor Camille, got herself raped—”

“Camille, stop it! I am not looking at you with pity.”

“Of course you are. Isn’t that what you doctors do? Sit up and judge folk because you never do any wrong? Is this not what you were expecting? This, or me having daddy issues?”

“We as doctors don’t judge: we are here to help and no, this isn’t what I was expecting. All I was ever expecting from you is the truth of your problem. And just so you know, I make mistakes too because I’m human.”

“Humph! You could have fooled me, Ms. Sex Therapist Doctor. Sitting here with your hair all nice and neat, fancy suit and shoes, looking like you’ve never sinned.”

“Don’t you look the same way every time you come in here? The only difference is that I don’t run from my problems.”

“Who said I’m running from mine?”

“I am. Have you not realized we’ve been at this for almost two years and this is the first time you’ve ever let me in? Why is that?”

“Because then I have to face the person I was sixteen years ago.”

“But aren’t you tired of running? Aren’t you tired of hiding behind the disguise of Cam?”

“It’s who I am. She’s the one who got me through that.”

“But what are you afraid of now?”

“Of losing her.”

“What makes you think losing her is a bad thing?”

“Because this is all I know. Cam is who I am!”

“And how’s that working for you?”

“It was working great. I was enjoying it quite well until everybody started dipping their nose in my business.”

“Why do you always blame everybody else?”

“Listen Doc, I don’t want to argue today. We’ve made some good progress.”

“Stop taking everything as a joke, Camille.”

“I’m not!” I say, getting angry. “And I am not blaming everyone else. Like I’ve told you before, I don’t have a problem with who I am. I love the shoes I’m walking in.”

“Even if they cause you to lose everything you’ve worked so hard for?”

“Who said they would?”

“Be real for a minute, Camille. Look at everything you’re going through now. Can you honestly say it’s worth it?”

“Well no, but—”

“There is no ‘but’ when it comes to your life. Don’t you get that? You have an opportunity to get it right, at this very moment, yet you’re choosing ‘Cam’ over everything else. Is she worth losing your family, your friends, your career and quite possibly your life?”

I can’t answer.

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