The Marriage Bed – Chapter 1

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Lynn

I run around the bedroom, lighting the candles on the nightstand. When I hear the chirp of the alarm, I quickly turn off the lights, remove my robe and stand next to the bed.

“Lynn, where are you?” Jerome calls out.

“In the bedroom.”

“Why do you have the lights off?” He asks flicking the light switch and then laughing. “What are you doing and what do you have on?”

“I am trying to have a romantic night with my husband.” I angrily reply grabbing my robe.

“Why are you dressed like a street walker? Where are the kids?” He asks taking off his suit jacket and throwing it across the chair.

“They are with my parents for the weekend but just disregard the fact your wife is standing in front of you semi-nude.” I reply blowing out the candles. “What is wrong with you?”

“Me? What is wrong with you? Where did you even get that outfit from?”

“I bought it because I thought you’d appreciate me going out of my way.”

“Why would you think that? I just hope nobody saw you in the store.” He says.

“Because I am your wife and it’s the only thing I requested for my birthday.”
His eyes widen.

“You forgot. Figures.”

“Babe, I’m sorry.” He says sitting on the side of the bed. “With everything going on at work and the church, it slipped my mind. We had the final meeting with the new youth minister and she accepted the position. I think she’s going to be a great fit for the church and the changes with the youth department and you’re going to like her, I think. In fact, you both kind of favor.”

“JEROME!” I yell to stop him from speaking. “I don’t want to talk about no freaking church when I’m standing here half naked.”

“Sorry. Look, put some clothes on, some decent clothes and we can go out to eat.”

“No,” I say slowly walking up to him. “I have everything we need right here so why don’t you take off your clothes and we stay in?” I kiss him on the forehead before loosening his tie. “I went to this store and got some stuff for us to play with and,” I kiss him again.

“What kind of stuff?” He asks interrupting.

“Some edible stuff.” I kiss him again. “Some sticky stuff.” I kiss him again.
“And some kinky, useful stuff.”

“Wait, you mean them sex toys?”

“Yep and whip cream, strawberries–”

He pushes me away.

“You know I’m not using those things Lynn.”

I fall onto the bed. “Come on Jerome. What’s the harm? It’s our marriage bed and the bible says–”

“I know what the bible says but aren’t you the one who just said you didn’t want to hear not bible talk?”

“You know that is not what I meant. We need some fun added to our marriage bed.”

“There is nothing wrong with our marriage bed. We have three children to prove that and if it ain’t broke, don’t break it trying to fix it.”

“Jerome, making children has nothing to do with our sex life which sucks, by the way.”

“Where are you getting this from? Who have you been talking too?”

“Why would I need to talk to anybody? If you were to get your head out of the bible and look at your wife, you’d see for yourself. All we ever do, is the same old tired missionary position with your five pumps. Hell, your idea of foreplay is rubbing on me like we’re in middle school. You don’t even kiss me anymore and I’m tired of it. I want you to make love to me like you used too!”

“You been watching that Fifty Shades stuff again, haven’t you? What did I tell you about that mess? Got you around here looking and sounding like a plum fool.”

“Forget you Jerome!”

“Lynn, I don’t know what is wrong with you but I’m going to take a shower. If you want to go out to dinner, be dressed by the time I am done.”
He walks into the bathroom and slams the door.

I walk into the closet and take off the lingerie and slip on a bra. I look through my clothes and pull a black tank dress from the hanger.

Putting it on, I grab a pair of black strappy sandals from the shelf. Sitting on the ottoman, I fasten them before standing to look at myself in the full-length mirror.

I run my hand over my hair and look closely to ensure my makeup is still intact. I take a red clutch from the shelf before leaving out the bedroom and going into the kitchen to get my license, lip gloss, credit card and keys from my other purse.

Making sure I have everything, I walk over to the alarm panel. Setting it to stay, I open the door before turning to look down the hall.

“Oh, I got your dinner boo.”

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I hope you’ve enjoyed the first chapter of The Marriage Bed. If you did, you can get a copy of the full book HERE.

As always, Happy Reading!

Lakisha

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THE PASTOR’S ADMIN

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?


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“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.”

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Dear God … Hear my prayer!

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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…

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“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…”

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The Family that Lies Excerpt

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Merci

“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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As an author, there will be bad reviews, it comes with the job. See, when you open yourself up to the public, you also open yourself up to the public’s opinion but what I’ve realized is this … For every ONE (1) bad review, there are TEN (10) good ones. Now, understand this, you need to read them ALL however don’t dwell on the bad ones because if you do, you’ll run the risk of missing out on the good ones.

Continue to use your gift because it’ll make room for you and take you to places you only dream about.

Keep writing!
Keep hustling!
Keep grinding!
Keep believing!

It’ll pay off!

Always
— Lakisha

 

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