Excerpt … Shattered

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“I do want this marriage, why else would I still be here?”

“To annoy me,” I shrug then laugh. “Maybe this is karma for everything I’ve done, to you or it’s God’s way of punishing me for breaking my vows. Either way, I can’t keep doing this. When I get back from Miami, I’m going to find somewhere else to stay and file for divorce. Now, get out,” I say walking over to open the door.

He grabs my arm, turning me to face him and closes the door. “I’m not going anywhere and you’re going to listen to me, for once.”

“I don’t—”

“Damn it, Camille.” The sound of his voice causes me to jump. “I’m sorry for yelling but I’ve put up with so much of your crap and never once did I say divorce. The nights, no the mornings you’d come in from doing God knows what, I was right here. When you threw in my face, your cheating, I still gave you chance after chance. The night you overdosed—”

“Don’t.”

“No,” he says pushing me back against the wall. “The night you overdosed, I gave you the option to stay and get help, but you left, and we all know how that worked out. You, laying in the hospital for seven days and I was right there, watching you fight for your life.

Camille, I’ve always been here, for you, even when I should have put your ass out and now, the first time I mess up, you want to leave me. Well, you can’t because you owe me more than that.”

I snatch my arm away from him. “I don’t owe you anything.”

“Like hell! You owe me the same freaking thing I keep giving you and that’s a chance. Camille, I made a huge mistake but why is my sin costing more than all the ones you’ve committed? Why should I have to pay, with our marriage when you almost paid with your life and yet, I’m right here? Am I not worth, fighting for?”

I slide down to the floor.

“You don’t get to decide that we’re over. You have to fight for me, at least once because I deserve it and damn it, you’re going to do it.”

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What would you do, if you could no longer hide behind the wall you’ve created?

What would you do, if the shattered pieces of your life began to cut, deeper and you can no longer hide the blood?

For Camille Shannon, she’s unapologetic about who she is, until she comes face to face with a demon of her past and it sends her spiraling.

From unfaithfulness to drugs, to love and loss; she’s experienced it. Some of it is due to her actions yet when she tries to get her life together, it’s proving to be harder than she expected. Will Camille find the strength to deal with the skeletons, in her closet, the ones that left her torn and battered; or will she always be Camille Shannon, hiding instead of owning her truth … she’s SHATTERED?

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“I’m sick of having this same argument with you.”

“And I’m sick of assuming you want this marriage,” I tell him.

“I do want this marriage, why else would I still be here?”

“To annoy me,” I shrug then laugh. “Maybe this is karma for everything I’ve done, to you or it’s God’s way of punishing me for breaking my vows. Either way, I can’t keep doing this. When I get back from Miami, I’m going to find somewhere else to stay and file for divorce. Now, get out,” I say walking over to open the door.

He grabs my arm, turning me to face him and closes the door. “I’m not going anywhere and you’re going to listen to me, for once.”

“I don’t—”

“Damn it, Camille.” The sound of his voice causes me to jump. “I’m sorry for yelling but I’ve put up with so much of your shit and never once did I say divorce. The nights, no the mornings you’d come in from doing God knows what, I was right here. When you threw in my face, your cheating, I still gave you chance after chance. The night you overdosed—”

“Don’t.”

“No,” he says pushing me back against the wall. “The night you overdosed, I gave you the option to stay and get help, but you left, and we all know how that worked out. You, laying in the hospital for seven days and I was right there, watching you fight for your life. Camille, I’ve always been here, for you, even when I should have put your ass out and now, the first time I mess up, you want to leave me. Well, you can’t because you owe me more than that.”

I snatch my arm away from him.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“Like hell! You owe me the same freaking thing I keep giving you and that’s a chance. Camille, I made a huge mistake but why is my sin costing more than all the ones you’ve committed? Why should I have to pay, with our marriage when you almost paid with your life and yet, I’m right here? Am I not worth, fighting for?”

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New Book – Broken

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Synopsis:

How do you survive brokenness when it’s been on your bloodline since before you were born?

Gwendolyn was 13 when her dad shattered her heart, leaving her broken. Her mother told her, a daddy can break a girl’s heart before any man has a chance and she was right. Through many failed relationships and giving herself to any man who showed interest, she knew she had to get herself together. So, she gave up on men.

Until Jacque.

He came into her life with promises to love, honor and cherish her; forsaking all others until death do they part. Twelve years later, he has made good on his promises until he didn’t. .

Now, Gwen finds herself spiraling out of control and it’s bad. What she didn’t realize, Jacque was more broken than she was and had demons of his own.

With inward fighting and outward consequences, will Gwen and Jacque recover or are they broken beyond repair?

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Gwen


I was up, earlier than usual, getting ready to stop by Dr. Lea’s office because I’m having some spotting but no pain. I didn’t want to call her because she told me, yesterday that if my pressure isn’t normal, I’m going straight to the hospital but I had too. I’m praying everything is good because Gloria is coming home tomorrow and I promised her a home cooked meal.

Once I’m done showering, dressing and all the other stuff that’s now taking me longer to accomplish, I’m headed out. I set the alarm and go out to get in the car. When I press the button for the garage to lift, I am shocked to see Jacque’s truck.

I get out of my car and walk over to the driver’s window. I tap but he doesn’t move so I knock harder and he jumps up.

“Jacque, what are you doing?”

He opens the door.

“Gwen, I’m so sorry.” He says pulling me into him but I push him off.

“How long have you been out here?”

“For about an hour. I drove, all night, from Houston and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Look, if this is about you staying in the guest room, I am not about to argue with you because I don’t need the drama. I’m trying to keep my blood pressure down so I don’t spend the rest of this pregnancy in the hospital.” I turn to walk off after telling all my business.

“Gwen wait, please.” He says grabbing my arm. “I’ve really made a mess of my life and I need help.”

“Good for you.”

“No, what I mean is, I need your help.”

She moves my hand from her arm. “Jacque—”

“I was going to kill myself last night,” he says with tears forming in his eyes. “I had the gun to my head and I almost pulled the trigger but I couldn’t. Gwen, I’m broken.”

He falls to his knees in front of me and God allows me to remember, waking up last night and praying.

“This last month has been the worse of my life and I didn’t think I was going to survive. Last night was the lowest I’ve ever been and without help, I might not make it.”

“Jacque, get up.” I help him stand. “The only way you can get the help you need; you have to get the help you need. I know that sounds crazy but I don’t know any other way to say it. You can’t do this for me, we aren’t together and neither can you do it for this baby. You must want it for Jacque.” I look at my watch. “I have a doctor’s appointment and if I don’t leave now, I’m going to be late. Why don’t you take a shower and try to rest until I get back? I think you have some clothes still here.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” He asks.

“Show up now that you’ve hit rock bottom. Jacque, I’m glad you’ve decided to get the help you need and I’ll be here for you, but things are still the same with us. Right now, you’re running off adrenaline. Sober up and if you feel the same about wanting to be a part of this baby’s life then we can set boundaries.”
I leave him standing there and continue to my appointment.

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Book Excerpt – The Family that Lies: Merci Restored

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“It’s not like that. I’m just tired of all the confusion and Merci, you’re the only daughter I have left. Look, I know it’s hard but God says we must forgive.”

I chuckle. “You always did like quoting the bible when it’s convenient for you. I’ll pass though. Good night.”

“Merci, we’ve all made mistakes. Maybe I was wrong for what I said about you and forbidding Warren from seeing you, but I didn’t mean any harm.” Marie interjects.

“There’s that word again. Look lady, spare me. Warren is a grown man who can make decisions for himself. However, like usual, all I’ve ever received from any of you is harm and it’s all I continually get, so I’ll pass on mending fences but enjoy your dinner. And Marie, you never have to worry about me wanting a relationship with Warren. He is neither a man nor a father figure. As a matter of fact, all y’all deserve each other and the greatest part of life for me; I don’t have to be a part of it.”

I turn and come face to face with Melvin and Warren.

“Merci, I’m sorry.” Warren stammers, coming close to me. “I never should have allowed Marie or anybody to stop me from being in your life. I know I haven’t proved to be much of a father but I’d like that to change. Yes, we’re trying to make amends and rebuild our friendship but I’d also like an opportunity to be a father to you. ”

“I must be getting punked!” I say looking around. “Sir, I’d rather pluck out every hair on my arm than stand here and listen to another excuse, empty apology, unasked for lie and faithless scripture from either of you.”

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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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