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How do I live with fear I cannot understand?

9/28/2016

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​When I restarted my blog I promised one personal blog a month. My midmonth musing, but this couldn’t wait until October.
 
Growing up when I played house never did it include a hospital visit or funeral. I was not raised with a fear of my family being killed violently, but every report of a man getting gunned down with victim blaming to follow cripples me. Now some will say it’s my fault. I married outside my race. That argument is not valid in any way shape or form. I married a strong, proud man and I am raising the same I’m just afraid I’m setting my son up because I wasn’t raised in a world where going outside was dangerous even in the best of neighborhoods.

​For those who know me, met me or read me at some point probably determined I’m spoiled. I am. No reason denying it. I was the youngest of a newly formed family being spoiled by older siblings. The little pretty princess who everyone wanted to teach new things and play with. What can I say I was frickin’ adorable when I was kid. As I got older my parents had already gotten over the new kid over protective gotta save them from air that all of us with kids understand. I was left to my own devices for quite a few of life’s experiences. There was little to be nervous about except my curfew.

If I were to get in trouble find a police officer. They were your friend and would protect you. When I started to drive I was taught ways of being around police. Have your overhead light on and your window down when the officer walks up so he/she has a comfort level with you. Be apologetic, you know what you’ve done, apologize before they even tell you what you did. Be respectful.  

These rules were put into place to help me get out of tickets. No other reason. Never in my life did I fear a police officer hurting me. I’m not doing anything wrong why would I worry.  I was a hundred pound skinny white girl. Not really a threat.

Moving into adulthood I got married and we had a son. When we would be out, like my mother had with me I prompted my son to smile and wave if we came across a police officer. My husband bristled a bit, but tried to keep his unease to himself or at least away from my son. My husband worked around police officers almost daily. He worked in the corrections end of law enforcement and took shifts as the doorman at clubs downtown. He also was a black man raised in Mississippi and told to afraid of “those folks”.

Between his race, height and girth there were times if he didn’t humble himself to make a man a foot shorter and few hundred pounds lighter his appearance could become a death sentence. Unlike white men he couldn’t verbally discuss a ticket with an officer. He was to sit, take it and stay silent. He couldn’t joke, like I could if I got pulled over, because it might be considered mocking by the officer. He couldn’t reach for his ID while I was allowed to be digging in a bag for mine as a cop approached my window. His tone had to be metered and he had to determine in a split second if he was allowed to talk or if it was better to stay silent or worse yet if his silence was a threat.

Now my son is preparing to be a licensed driver and I have to go over rules I don’t even understand. They are being decided following every news story and yet, seem meaningless once the next one hits the news cycle. Will my son get pulled over and his natural defiance for authority kick in? We raised our son to be a proud man and I told him the police were his friends. Only in America right now you can’t be a proud man if you are black. That pride comes across as threatening or defiant. Born white this was not the world I was raised in.  This is not a fear I understand yet it washes over me daily. When I grew up there was right and wrong and right won out. I’m married to a college graduate, I’m currently raising an honor student-athlete and yet every time they are outside of my house I have to fight through crippling fear.

Having married a mutant (the husband is seven foot, not an exaggeration, and a former lineman who is protective by nature.) I gave birth to a mutant. Barely sixteen, but has been man sized for the past three years. Broad shouldered with a sweet smile and the same protective nature as his father. Both are proud men, but one has had to tamp that down after run ins with the police and I thank God he has because I still have in my life.

My fear is not unfounded. My husband has had a gun held to his head, not by a police officer, but community corrections officer that for some reason had lights in his car and pulled my husband over in an unmarked vehicle.  Why unmarked? Because he was a parole officer not a police officer. He doesn’t have the right to write a citation for speeding, not using his blinker or any other traffic violation. Seeing my husband’s size and race his immediate reaction was to pull his weapon and hold it on my husband because he was sure his “erratic” driving was due to some felony he was avoiding. In truth my husband was late picking our son up from the half day school program he was at. If my husband would have known this man wasn’t a state patrolman he would never pulled over. Now an untrained glorified parole office had him at gunpoint. It wasn’t until he saw my husband’s uniform in the back seat did he back down, return to his vehicle and took off without so much as giving him a card or apologizing for putting his life in danger on the side of an interstate. It took my husband over an hour to calm down enough as people at my son’s school tried to console him and keep my son away so he didn’t see is father breaking down. He could have been killed in that moment and what would they say? Who would have helped him? Would he have been described as another “violent” perpetrator? Would I have had to raise my son on my own? How could I tell my son the cops were good when someone with a badge killed his father?

Having been raised white and that cops where good (again this guy wasn’t a cop, but he was employed by the state as an officer) I told my husband to file a gun charge against the man with the police. Tell them what happened. This couldn’t be legal. A white man had forced him to the side of a public interstate, held a gun to his head and even threatened to shoot. Although a special investigator was sent out and they found the man had even radioed in he was talked to about the interstate being state patrol’s jurisdiction. No change was made. No charge was brought for pulling a weapon. He kept his job. No lawsuit, civil or otherwise was filed because there was no way to get this armed man who pulled a gun on my husband and held it to his head to lose his badge or even his gun that he wielded recklessly.

Then another time he was pulled over with three different cars. Held and told his story didn’t matter even though he was telling the same as one of the others that the third vehicle had been driving recklessly and they were trying to get away from him. It was a road rage incident and my husband was told to sit like a damn child and be still because his voice didn’t matter as three sets of officers all kept their hands resting on the butts of their guns. My husband’s voice has trained all over the country in corrections and other fields on how to defuse situations, conflict management and cognitive behavior change. I’d say he wrote the book on it, but he actually WROTE the updated book with the changes implemented to the processes after years of working in the field. His voice didn’t matter because his voice came from a black man. He was deemed a threat in a situation caused by an outraged white man for a slight made on the road. And before you say it, no my husband hadn’t cut him off, flipped him off, etc, he was trying to get to a lane that was safe on the highway and was pulled over in mass with the others. Who ever upset this white driver to the point he was putting others lives in danger was not in the group of cars stopped.

Has every interaction my husband had with cops been bad? Not in the least. Does every cop see him as a threat because of size and race? Nope, but how can he tell by looking at them which are good and which are bad? Can we have them start wearing signs like rookie not much field experience or blames black men for dropping his house value or suffering from PTSD? No we can’t, but we can insist on more training before they are put on the streets. Additional training in de-escalations tactics. Not punish a police officer who uses those instead of deadly force. When did deadly force become the first option and not the last? Has it always been this way and the twenty four hour instant media world is just letting us know it? Remember I wasn’t raised to fear the men who were supposed to protect us.

How can I as a wife and mother send my family out into the world when one wrong word or scratch to an itchy nose could end their life? Not only would they take my family from me, they would then in turn vilify them. Talk about my son’s write ups in middle school for obstructive behavior. The behavior was usually around a pencil, but for some reason my black son was a disturbance when he asked to go to his locker to get the pencil he forgot. My son was asked to be part of a special afterschool program where they play basketball and try to connected with the boys that tended to be a little wilder. Mind you my son went a few times until I picked him up and saw only black boys in the gym.

Black men are seen as a threat that plagues society. How many times do I have to hear ‘not him, he’s one the good ones’ before others understand how horrible a statement that is and try as I might my son refuses to wear a sign that says I’m one of the good ones so he doesn’t get shot for being a teenage black boy or at least the officer chooses to shoot him with a taser instead of a gun. Or better yet calms him down verbally.

I know I’ve rambled more than I usually do and humor wasn’t peppered throughout the blog, but I can’t be flippant any more. I’m scared, petrified, and just want my family to be safe when they step out of the house because that was the way I was raised.
 
I leave you with the closing argument from A Time to Kill. Maybe if the shoot first and vilifying after of the victim differently if you imagine it was a white father with a four year old in the back seat, or a white man broke down on the side of the highway needing assistance, or a white guy being pulled over my unmarked police cars that might not even be police officers you’ll realize their lives mattered.
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Cover me it's Monday with She Will Be Protected by Shara Azod

9/26/2016

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Cristene Williams had been the ideal girlfriend. She had stayed faithful through long deployments, tried to help her boyfriend deal with the aftermath of war. But no matter what she did she couldn’t seem to save a man who didn’t want to be saved, Instead, she found herself trapped in an increasingly abusive relationship with no way out. 
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No woman should ever be that unhappy, that wary. Especially not this particular woman. As soon As Capt. Rhys Powell discovered by the entrancing waitress never smiled, he was determined to set things right. Putting his career on the line, Rhys is determined she will be free and she will be protected.  

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Saturday Sneak Peeks of Remedy Maker by Sheri Fredericks

9/24/2016

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Blurb:
Man by day, Centaur by night, Rhycious is a remedy maker who needs his own healing.
 
He's the royal physician, famous for his cures. War and posttraumatic stress disorder has broken his spirit, preventing him from finding true happiness. Then a direct order from the queen to investigate an uprising forces him out of his secluded cabin at the edge of the forest.
 
Patience is an optimistic, good-natured Wood Nymph who works as a mediator to ensure harmony within the Nymph sector.
 
Environmental pollution in the aquifer stream that feeds the taproot tree of her heart is slowly killing her. Resigned to the fact she will not live long, she sets out to discover the mysterious disappearance of her sister. Experience has taught her to deny herself the love of a male, but the gruff Centaur is different. He doesn't push his expectations on her, only his healing nature.
 
When Rhycious loses his grip on reality, he believes his inability to control his disorder will drive Patience away. Nevertheless, desire flares, and Patience draws him close. Kidnapping and betrayal turn their mythic joint venture into a deadly bout.
 
Will their love endure when survival hinges on trusting each other?
 
 
Excerpt:
 
“Should we practice our joint effort, polytima, and see how good we can be together?”
How much hotter could they possibly get? Much as she hated flames, her body burned hot enough to internally combust.
“Rhycious!” she cried out, going for a scolding tone. But it came across as a sensual invitation.
His arm tightened around her waist, drawing her the wasted millimeter of space nearer. Patience’s mind spun. A man who wanted her was holding her in his arms. She closed her eyes. His mouth traveled up her throat, licking and sucking, until he settled over her lips once more. Persistent and demanding, his tongue slid along the seam until she complied and opened.
He charged right in like a Centaur warrior would, drawing her tongue into battle with his. Feinting and parrying, they slid sensuously against one another.
“My gods, Patience. You taste so damn good.”
And Rhycious tasted of pure Elysium, sending a tingle of exquisite warmth to a spot deep within her. A breathless tension coiled. “Your coffee tastes better than mine.”
His hand cupping her bottom alternated between kneading the cheek and rubbing sumptuous circles. The clench of desire increased between her thighs. She moaned her approval. His other hand traveled upward from her waist and settled under the heavy fall of hair, massaging the base of her skull.
Rhycious backed her up until her knees hit the couch, and buckled. He followed her down, arranging her body to stretch out beneath him, his hips spreading her thighs wide. Leaning on one elbow, he used his free hand to push the hair off her face. His feral gleam intensified, and his tawny eyes bore into hers.
 
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Cover me it's Monday with Zeus by LaVerne Thompson

9/19/2016

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via GIPHY

BLURB-
 
What if you woke up one day and found out you used to be a god? But you don’t care when you can’t save the one you love. Unless you claim your legacy and your powers, even if you have to kill your father to do it. 

Ze found he would do whatever he must to make sure Kassia lived. She was an innocent. 

Kassia lived her life for the last year under a death sentence. She had an end date of three months. This was her last chance to save herself against the thing killing her from the inside. Even accepting the will of a god. He could save her life but at what cost to her soul? 

When survival is everything, would you do anything to ensure that you do? 
*WARNING* This is not an erotic romance. It does however, have sex when warranted and lots of violence and cussing. You have been warned.

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Saturday Sneak Peek-No Greater Hell by Jerri Alexander

9/17/2016

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No Greater Hell
Lost and Found, Inc. Book 4

His past is better left forgotten...
Former Army helicopter pilot Jake Donovan is lucky to be alive. At least that’s what his team of neurosurgeons said. But he knows differently. Jake’s crimes almost cost Holly Hoffman her life, and even though he can’t remember, the pain in her eyes is something he’ll never forget.
Holly’s done being a victim. As a trauma nurse her skills are needed by a humanitarian group providing medical aid after a killer storm ravages the Gulf Coast of Texas. Saving lives however, won’t be an option when a madman wants her dead.
Can Jake and Holly shed the weight of his dark past, or will their happily-ever-after have a fatal ending?

Excerpt

 
"You'll come back when we get the new compound open?" Kay asked. "It's going to be complete with offices for everybody, a training gym for employees, and a bunkhouse for when our agents need a place to crash.” She shot a look at Nate. “I’m hoping to get my PI license.”
It’s about time you got into the field." Jake knew how badly she wanted to become a field agent. She’d been training hard.
"So you’ll come back for the big day?"
"I don't know." Not wanting to lie to her, Jake met her gaze with his. “No.”
She opened her mouth as if to argue. Nate cut her off by asking her to pass the coleslaw.
Jake shoved a forkful of beans into his mouth and said nothing else.
The group ate in an uncomfortable silence, thankfully broken when Diablo dropped a big paw on Jake's leg to beg for food. He jumped, giving everyone a laugh.
"Hang on," he said to the dog. As he pulled off a chunk of chopped beef to share, the talk switched to Diablo, who Marcus had smuggled into Texas from Colombia. Raised by the notorious drug lord, Manuel Ortega, the dog had been trained to kill on command, and was considered unredeemable by everybody except Marcus. But Diablo had proved them wrong by accepting new training, and he’d grown to worship Marcus. Man and dog had adjusted to each other beautifully.
Jake hoped his own transition to a new life would be as easy.
Just getting through today was trying as hell. The group of people surrounding him ranked up there with the best, a team that worked well as a unit, helping people when all other resources had failed.
Reluctantly, he stood and started his good-byes. He tried to make it quick, giving a friendly hug to Nate and Marcus. Dalton reached out his hand, and Jake accepted it as an honest gesture.
He and Dalton had gotten off to a rough start. Understandable, since Jake had been living as Johnny Darling for a human trafficking ring at the time. FBI agent Dalton Murphy had worked the case, ultimately arresting Jake for kidnapping Holly. That arrest led to the removal of a brain tumor that had saved his life and restored the part of his memory that was Jake Donovan. 
Kay held Jake tightly for a few minutes, then she whispered, “Take care of yourself.”
“I will.”
She turned and buried her face in her husband's chest. Jake kissed the back of her head and then walked out the door.
These people had saved his life. They’d taken care of him even though he didn’t deserve the sweat off their brow. Nothing would ever lessen his gratitude. He committed everything they'd done for him to memory.
He didn't remember the monster he'd once been, but they did.
With each step, his breathing grew labored, as an imagined metal strap tightened around his chest. With each step away from the comfort and protection of his friends, the band tightened. And with each step, he opened the door to his new future.
A big hand landed on his shoulder. "We all have our private hell. I hope you find the way back from yours. Take care, my friend."
Jake turned around to face Nate. "You too."
"You won't find redemption by living in isolation. You'll find it here." Nate tapped a finger on Jake's temple.
Jake shook his head. "I'm not looking for redemption. I'm just hoping for a little peace of mind."

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I made it!!!

9/14/2016

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​I know you’re all saying what is this weirdness I’ve been seeing going on with my blog. I have been posting blogs. It’s been awhile, I know. According to the date of my last blog it has been a year and almost five months. What changed? What happened? Well, first off I wanted to help authors reach new readers and I want new readers to find me. So what you can expect hopefully for the next year I hope is the following.
On Mondays an author will share their cover, blurb and buy links. Hopefully the cover will sell you on a great book and you’ll take a chance on a new author. Saturdays you’ll get a little bit more. An excerpt for another book will show up and you’ll get a sneak peek into their story. Midway through the month I’m going to attempt to give you another kind of peek, one into my world and all its craziness. Look back at my older posts to get a feel for the Midmonth Madness. This month I’m going to share some great news.
Midmonth Madness---I made it!!!!
 
I’ve finally made it. I know sure I haven’t bought a new car, house or paid off the student loan debt that may go to the grave with me, but I’ve still made it. Want to know how I know this? It’s simple math. Maybe it’s a simple pest control that needs to be handled, or a combination of things. See when you put out your first book you know certain goals you want. Sell X number of books. Be able to pay off those student loans (no seriously I might just need a go-fund me on this one). Or simply to get a contract with a certain company.
All crazy dreams of someone who’s watched way too many movies or read too many sweet tales where the underdog not only gets the bone, but some kibble too. Yep, once you’re published you start to learn what true success looks like. It involves haters. Trolls, hence the pest control issue. See way, way back many centuries ago, or two and a half decades or so, before the internet was more than just a long dialing phone with a guy running across your screen people were vicious. Oh they would write scathing reviews or show up at your book signings bemoaning the horror that was your book. There’s the rub, it was in person or required a stamp or editor’s approval before it saw the light of day. Now a few clicks a person can tear down everything you do because it’s not like there’s a human being on the other side of the computer screen. Even if there was what are the chances they’d see it?
If your goal is to knock me off my writing, congratulations, there is a human on the other side of the computer. I know the whole thick skin we’re supposed to attribute to us being grown up would be nice. Unfortunately some no longer want to leave a scathing review with constructive notes. Nope, it’s all about the little digs. I’ve had enough of the little digs. My current troll’s favorite thing to add in her “comments” is to point out that I’m an unknown author. They then moved onto a slightly constructive criticism, followed by repeating that I am an unknown author.
Now this shouldn’t bother me. I’ve brought up some of the biggest names in my genre only to hear who? So not being know by everyone in the world isn’t too big of a deal, but it’s the way they are saying it. Who is this mysterious vermin? I have no clue and truly I’m moving on. I’ve had my two week hiatus and groaning over my lack of sales and poor me sobfest because I am unknown. Over twenty books later my fan base isn’t going to put me onto a best seller list when my book drops. I’ve made some good friends in the writing world because it is all about connections. Even those can be dangerous. For one reason or another those I’ve supported feel it’s not enough. Is this my troll coming back with a fake name and profile? Maybe, but I can’t focus on who I haven’t supported to their satisfaction. In Unwrapping a Marriage it is brought up that the wife needs to set limits because takers never do.  And ain’t that the truth!
Cutting back from friends that are toxic and use the should word more often than any other word. You know the ones. “You should do this” or “you should do that”. Thanks to Merriam-Webster we have the definition of this word. “—used in auxiliary function to express obligation, propriety, or expediency”.
Only, it has taken on a life of it’s own. Should has turned into a failure word. You have failed in what you are doing and you should being doing this instead. Your kid is XYZ and you should do something about XYZ. You should change your name because people think your XYZ. You’re not right and you should change yourself.
I don’t use a pen name. Should I? (gotcha there didn’t I) That’s my choice and my decision to make. Things I should do, exercise, eat right and love my family. Well, one out of three ain’t bad. There are lots of things I should do, but the biggest one is to remove the hate from my heart. The self doubt and questioning of choices I’ve made because it upset the balance of a person who was probably a little off balance to begin with.
Every morning Lexi Post (if she’s an unknown author to you well your welcome because now you know her.) she posts a positive event in her life that means it’s going to be a good day. I look for those posts. It may be as simple as hearing a bird in the morning or finding her favorite fruit at the market. No matter what it is she is finding the joy in life and making it a good day. Then there’s Jerrie Alexander… Seriously you don’t know her either? Well come back on Saturday and you’ll see an excerpt from one of her books and again, your welcome. She starts each day with the national day, you know it’s national peanut butter day or it’s national blueberry day. Whatever the day she reaches out and discusses what’s good about the day even if she doesn’t like national orange sherbet day. (the writer of this blog does not attest to whether or not Jerrie Alexander likes or dislikes orange sherbet. She may find it a refreshing treat. Who knows? Quit being so serious about life.)
Now to pest control. I’m going to quote the great Kevin Smith, director, writer, actor, producer all around voice of my generation because well, Clerks, Mallrats, Chasing Amy etc, etc spoke to me. A troll went after his daughter Harley. Yep it’s not just me who’s raising a kid that’s XYZ bad. His response to this person was simple. “But here's a nickel's worth of free advice for folks like this Troll: if you hate me (or my kid) this much, the better use of your time is to make YOUR dreams come true, instead of slamming others for doing the same. The best revenge is living insanely well - so if you wanna get back at a 17 year old girl for the grievous crime of enjoying her life, the best way to do it is to succeed in your OWN existence.”
I don’t know why this particular troll has a burr in their saddle about me and you know what, that’s okay because their burr is my success. Sure I may never pay off student loans or even quit my day job, but I create characters that people love. They touch people and invade their dreams. They want to know there will be a happy ending and the search out my next book. Your negative existence will not ruin my day any longer. Why because this morning I had bacon and that means it’s going to be a good day. 

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Cover me it's Monday with The Queen's Heart by Michel Prince

9/12/2016

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At the tender age of seventeen, Mary Beth discovered the family she thought would see her through anything couldn’t accept her one mistake.  Thank goodness for her best friends that stepped up to support her decision to keep her child. Seven years later together with her friends she’s created a successful business on the verge of a large expansion.

But the desire to be accepted by her family continues to be a failure that taints all her accomplishments and has her making concessions she never thought she would.

Elias Marquez was content with his life. He definitely wasn’t looking for the vibrant redhead down the hall from him. After a chance encounter he can’t escape the need to be in her company again. He wants to explore the possibilities and the undeniable spark her touch inspires.

Torn between trying to right the past and accepting that she can only control her own life is Mary Beth truly ready for the love Elias is prepared to offer as a future?

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Sneak Peek Saturday with Unwrapping a Marriage by Reana Malori and Michel Prince

9/10/2016

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What do you do when the love that once set you free, feels like it’s holding you prisoner?
 
Sterling and Elizabeth Jackson have built a life most would envy. A beautiful home, two wonderful children and a very comfortable lifestyle. Yet something is tearing them apart. With divorce looming, they are trying to make it through the holiday season for their family.
 
With clashing schedules, demands from employers and two busy kids, the former lovers have managed to stay out of each other’s orbit, at least for a while. But Fate, or maybe their well-meaning family, has set them up on a collision course.
 
Past memories bubble up to the surface and there’s nothing to stem the flow. What once was amazing has turned hurtful and full of pain. But is that the real story? Is it too late for a couple who once lived and breathed for each other to find their way back?
 
There’s a thin line between love and hate. Will Sterling and Elizabeth be able to mend a love that seems broken and lost, or will the final pull on the holiday ribbon unwrap their last chance to save their marriage.


Excerpt

“Cream cheese?” Beth raged right back at him. “How many times do I need to pound it into your thick skull she’s lactose intolerant until you get it? Hence the special milk in the fridge just for her.”
“I thought that was for you?”
“Why?”
“It said low fat.”
The smack of his words cut through every bit of her insecurity about the weight she’d gained. Comfort food and two kids she practically raised on her own had killed her thighs, hips, stomach… she saw the way he looked at her. Disgusted by her new form, but to throw it in her face was a new low. “How long are you gone for?” she asked through gritted teeth.
“Less than twenty-four hours.”
“Good, maybe Molly’s stomach will be settled by then. How about in the future, you set a reminder every day on your goddamn phone that your daughter can’t handle milk? Maybe then you’ll remember it.”
“Since when can’t she handle milk?”
“Remember this summer when she got really sick at the Fourth of July party?”
“She over ate. Stop giving our child problems because of one belly ache.” Sterling ran his hand down his face to reset himself to calm. “I know technically, she’s in remission, but you have to stop living for her to get another terminal diagnosis. Sometimes, it’s just the sniffles.”
“Mama,” Molly said as she came in their room looking green with her hand on her stomach. “I don’t—” She didn’t get to finish the sentence before vomiting on their carpet.
Beth rushed to her side and helped her to the toilet to finish. “Now you’ve seen it three times,” Beth spat at Sterling as she helped Molly clean up. “Is that enough? Have you noticed there’s less cheese in this house? Smaller cartons of milk? I had her tested last summer. Next time, I’ll send a memo to your secretary. Then maybe you’ll get the message.”
“I didn’t remember she was allergic,” Sterling confessed as he got an old towel to clean up the white clumps from the milk which had curdled in Molly’s stomach and now graced their cream colored bedroom carpet. “When she said you never let her have those sandwiches anymore I just thought—”
“That I was Cruella DeVille? Nope, just her mother.”
“Mama, my belly is cramping,” Molly interjected in a weak voice.
“Let’s get you on the toilet for round two.”
Three hours later, Molly’s stomach had stopped attacking her from both ends and she was tucked into bed. When Beth went in search of the wet vacuum to clean up the rug, it wasn’t where it should be. Had they used it a few days ago in Tommy’s room? Nope. Continuing to look in every nook and cranny until she arrived at her bedroom and got a big surprise. The vacuum sat idle to the side and the carpet had been cleaned. Sterling was sitting on his side of the bed in just a pair of pajama bottoms. His head cradled in his hands as his elbows rested on his legs. She watched him for a moment. Marveled at his still fit body with biceps flexed and shoulders cut with thick muscles. Women would kill to have a man like him in bed next to them every night. So then what was her problem?
“She’s asleep,” Elizabeth said startling him. “If her class wasn’t having a Christmas party tomorrow, I’d keep her home from school.” She crossed the room and sat next to Sterling. Heat wafted from him and she inhaled the clean scent of his soap. His eyes were mournful and the part of Beth that still loved him, wanted to pull him into her arms.
“I’m sorry, Beth, I really didn’t remember.”
“Thanks for taking puke duty,” she replied. “I know you hate it.”
“Well, you’ve done it enough times, thought I’d get my one time in.” Sterling gripped the top of his knees with his hands. “I suppose when I have the two of them by myself I’ll get used to it.”
“You can still call me with questions.” She sighed trying to imagine not having him with her in the house. Strange, she should be used to it by now, but this was the first time the image of him living somewhere else entered her mind and chills ran down her arms.
“Won’t you be busy?” he asked.
“Yeah, living it up on a Caribbean Island,” she scoffed.
“I meant with the guy, Tim.”
Her face flushed, she could feel it tingling with embarrassment. “What, on camping trips? I’ll have Tommy with me.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not.”
“Something is there.”
“Since when do you care?” she asked, her voice catching as she took in his words.
“I’ll always care Beth. I was a little hung over at our wedding, but I know my vows didn’t have an expiration date.” 

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Cover me it's Monday with First and Ten, by Michel Prince

9/5/2016

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In Chicago they say Speed Kills, or at least they have for the last seven years since the handsome running back Jerome Speed lead the Chicago Grizzlies to divisional and conference championships. 

Those who know Danika Albright’s parentage assume she needs for nothing. As the daughter of a self made billionaire she shouldn’t, but her father never wanted his children to be spoiled and demanded they make their own way with little to no help from him. Using the skills she learned growing up with the privileged class she’s working her way through school as a stylist when Jerome crosses her path. 

​With paternity suits hitting double digits the last thing either of them wanted was to let their desires outweigh their previous attempts at relationships. Especially when one of those suits has decided she wants more than money, she wants Jerome back. 

Can Danika and Jerome look past what they know to discover what really happens when you fall in love with a person that wants you and not your name?

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Sneak Peek Saturday with The Devil's Bedpost by Lena Hart

9/3/2016

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