Teardrops Know My Name



She regarded him silently for a moment, gazing into his dark brown eyes and watching a smile curve his lips. “I think that it would be. You don’t know me very well. I’ve had too many heartbreaks, and I’m in a vulnerable state right now where I may be incapable of making good choices. I don’t ever want to end up where I am right now—in this same place—again. For God’s sake, my last boyfriend was married, and I had absolutely no idea. How could I not have known? Other people were able to see the red flags, but I didn’t see a thing.”
“I hear what you’re saying, and I understand, but you can’t live the rest of your life that way. You can’t shield yourself from getting to know someone and never open yourself up to love again because of your past relationships.” He sipped water from the glass in front of him. His eyes were fixed on hers.
He stood and came around to her side of the booth, sat next to her, and reached for her hand, taking it into his and intertwining their fingers. He slowly lifted her hand to his mouth and gently pressed his lips to the back of it. Feeling his warm breath against the skin of her hand made her tremble. “I promise you that if you give me a chance, you won’t need to worry about anything. You will see no red flags when it comes to me. I have no secrets and no hidden agenda,” he said softly, lips brushing against her hand again. He lifted his eyes, looking her straight in the face.
Damn. He’s making this difficult. She couldn’t think clearly. Her senses had been heightened by his sensual touch, his silky smooth dark skin, and his masculine musk mixed with the spicy cologne he wore. She had to stop herself from being drawn in by this magnetic force that threatened to take her over mentally and physically.
He tipped her head up with his finger and lowered his mouth onto hers, brushing his lips against hers, teasing her, barely touching them at first. Then he whispered against her lips, “Please give me”— soft kiss—“a chance.”
Linda had to admit that she wanted Sean. There was something about him that stirred her soul. But was she willing to throw caution to the wind as she had done in the past? When she thought about it, she had always jumped from one relationship to another without giving herself a break in between. Maybe that was the problem. Was she codependent? Did she need to be in a relationship in order to feel whole? She needed some distance from Sean to find out more about who she was and what she wanted for herself in life.
It took every bit of her self-control and willpower to pull away from his kiss. She breathed in deeply. She knew she needed to say what she didn’t want to say. She mentally prepared herself to resist what she knew would be another attempt from him to pursue the idea of them being in a relationship. She slid a few inches away from him in an effort to prevent any further temptation, and she watched his shoulders droop.

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Book Title: First Family Secrets

Paperback Pages : 290

Genre : Christian Fiction

Publishing Company: Dorsey Publication

ISBN:  0692250905

ISBN: 978-0692250907

Meet The Author

Makasha Dorsey Headshot

Makasha Dorsey Bio

Makasha Dorsey is an award-winning author, motivational speaker and publishing industry

publicist.  In May 2014 Dorsey released “First Family Secrets”, the first book in The Church

House series. In addition to writing full length literary works, Makasha likes to challenge her

creativity by writing shorts stories and personal essays. She published her first short story My

Best Friend’s Brother in early 2012 and is a contributor to Surfacing … Phenomenal Women on

Passion, Politics, and Purpose (2006, Outskirts Press) and The Motherhood Diaries (2013,

Strebor Books). She blogs about being a writer, mother, wife, woman and Christian over at a

http://www.MakashaDorsey.com and has written for Bridal Tribe Magazine, The Midwest Book

Review, The Daily Times Leader, and ModVive Magazine.

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“A secret worth killing for threatens to destroy two families and an entire


Synopsis :

As a child, Tangela Houston experienced “sanctified” cruelty at the hands of her doctrine driven

mother. Had it not been for her father’s kind, faithful heart and a desire to find her true self,

she would have gladly exchanged Christianity for a pair of designer boots. But when she accepts

an invitation from Felecia Williams, her mentor and direct supervisor, to visit Greater

Tabernacle Christian Center, Tangela rededicates her life to God at the feet of Pastor Keith

Mitchell, a man who would do anything to keep secrets from his past hidden. She even bumps

into college crush turned professional football player Eric Parker and rekindles the old flame.

Her confidence in her newfound relationship with the Savior and Eric is shattered when she

finds herself accused of murdering Felecia and in the arms of David Moss, the newly appointed

minister of music, who is tied to her in a way that will change her life forever.

Excerpt :

Tangela waited for her mother’s loud, commanding voice to slice through the morning’s thick

quietness. Terrified that something would tick off the woman, who was already short fused and

looking for a reason to spank the child, Tangela scanned the room and decided to straighten

her covers, fluff her pillows, and tuck the stray hairs back under her headscarf. She lay on her

pillow, staring up at the pink floral printed canopy delicately tied to the white washed, solid oak

four-post bed.

It won’t be long now, Tangela thought as she listened to her mother make her way down the


As much as she wished her father would make the morning wake up rounds, Tangela knew it

was totally out of the question. Her mother, First Lady Ruthie Houston, thought it totally

inappropriate for a man to see a young girl in her pajamas, even if the young girl was his

daughter. Mama, as Tangela called her with biting contempt, would rather have her teeth

knocked out than to allow her daughter to live a normal life. It would take a strong person to

knock out those teeth as Ruthie stood at five-foot-eleven and stoutly weighing at least 240


Everyone outside the walls of the Houston home pegged Ruthie as a loving wife and doting but

strict mother. Unfortunately, Tangela knew the real woman behind the long skirts and loud

amens. Ruthie took being the wife of a Church of God in Christ pastor to a whole new level. The

woman enjoyed her husband’s position and absolutely refused to have anyone, especially their

child, cloud his name. Tangela had to be well-behaved at all times and adhere to all of the rules

set forth by the Church and by God’s Word.

Other children could watch television, go swimming, and ride the bus to school. Tangela’s

mother subscribed to the belief that everything fun was sinful and didn’t mind letting her

seven-year-old daughter know it.

“Amy can do whatever her parents allow,” Tangela’s mother told her after she asked to go to

the girl’s birthday party. “No child of mine is going to a pool party. Good girls don’t wear

swimsuits and should not be seen in public in soaking wet t-shirts.”

“But,” Tangela said.

Ruthie slapped Tangela across the face and proclaimed, “You will do as I say.”

Tangela ran her hands across the spot her mother slapped the night before. She looked at her

closed door and then at the old-fashioned alarm clock on her night table. The short hand

pointed to the seven—the long hand, to the four. Since it was Sunday morning, Tangela’s

mother wouldn’t come into her room for another twenty minutes. School days were different.


Monday through Friday she left home by 7:30 a.m. dressed to the nines. Tangela road forty-five

minutes to attend Holy Lambs Christian Academy. She didn’t know what was so private about

the school because she knew everyone there.

“The school is private because unruly children cannot attend school with good kids like you,”

Ruthie explained while looking at Tangela through the rearview mirror at the beginning of the

school year. “Public schools are for them, the bad kids.”

Saturdays brought about entirely different challenges. While other children slept in or rose

early to watch cartoons, Tangela got up at six for breakfast and then accompanied her parents

to the roughest parts of town to witness to sinners.

She liked visiting sinners because they usually had children. While the grown-ups talked in the

living room or the kitchen, the kids played outside. If it was cold or rainy, they watched

television in another room, away from the adults.

A few Saturdays ago her parents went on vacation, so she went witnessing with Leroy and Judy

Rice, members of Tangela’s father’s church who happened to teach at Holy Lambs. Tangela

liked Mr. Rice more than she liked Mrs. Rice. Judy was almost as mean as Ruthie.

The sinner she visited with the Rice’s lived in Open Arms Housing Projects. Tangela looked

fearfully at the broken windows and graffiti brick as Judy urged her to walk faster. A man

wearing a torn, red plaid shirt and white tight underpants limped quickly toward the trio

shouting cuss words, angry that Leroy refused to acknowledge him as he begged for money.

The sinner woman opened the door and invited them in just as the man started cussing.

Tangela had never seen a home so poorly kept. Papers with crayon scribbles covered the glass

coffee table, stuffed animals made a soft mountain on the blue velvet love seat, and the carpet

had visible dirt stains. But the woman, who introduced herself as Karen, proudly offered

everyone a seat and then called for her children to come into the living room.

Two girls, who appeared to be seven or eight, ran into the living room still in African-American

Barbie pajamas. Tangela had never seen Black Barbie dolls. The girls were not dressed properly

for company but appeared happier than all the kids who went to church with her.

Tangela looked around and waited for the rest of the family. No one else came. There was just a

mommy, no daddy—and the two girls.

Leroy and Judy followed the same routine as Tangela’s parents, adults in the front talking, kids

playing somewhere else. The mom with no dad for her children told the kids to play in her

bedroom because it was the only one with a television, and the crime was too bad for them to

play outside.

The girls decided to play dress up. Tangela stared around the room, amazed at all of the grown

up girly stuff. There were red dresses, see through animal print scarves, and perfume bottles.

Make up and nail polish littered almost every surface. Karen’s clothes looked like they belonged

to a rich woman, nothing like the old-lady clothes her mom wore. A thick, satin red bedspread

with matching pillows covered a heart-shaped bed.

The oldest girl, who couldn’t have been more than a year older than Tangela said, “Before we

get started, we should introduce ourselves. I’m Mercedes, and this is my sister, Lexus.”

Tangela laughed and said, “Those aren’t your real names. You’re trying to trick me. Mercedes

and Lexus are cars.”

“We know they’re cars, but they’re our names, too.”

“My name is Tangela. I’m sorry for making fun.”

“That’s okay, your name sounds like a fruit,” Mercedes said while looking in her mom’s vanity

mirror trying to untie the knot in her headscarf. “You are pretty and light skinned like my sister.

I’m black ‘cause my daddy is real black. Is that your momma and daddy up there talking to my


“No. My mom and dad are on vacation.”

Mercedes rolled her eyes. “So, who do you look like?”

“I don’t know,” Tangela said after she thought about it for a few moments.

“Your momma and daddy must be light just like mine,” Lexus said.

“Nope. My mom and dad are the same color as Mercedes.”

Both of the girls looked confused. Mercedes said, “Then your momma don’t know who your

daddy is. My momma’s girlfriend doesn’t know who her little boy’s daddy is. It’s okay ‘cause

your daddy must be too stupid to know. His feelings won’t be hurt ‘cause he’ll probably leave

your momma to raise you by herself just like our daddies.”

Tangela shook her head. “My daddy loves me. And I don’t have to look like anyone. I look like

my own self.”

Lexus yoked her neck as she scolded Mercedes. “Momma told you about being in grown folks’

business. You’re gonna get a whuppin’ if you don’t shut your mouth.”

Mercedes sighed, sucked her teeth, and said, “Come on, girl. Let’s put some make-up and high

heel shoes on.”

Excited, Tangela mimicked Mercedes’ dress up technique. She had never played dress up. Her

mom didn’t have stuff she wanted to play with anyway. All her mom ever wore was long-

sleeved black dresses and skirts that nearly touched the floor. She didn’t wear makeup and only

wore white on first Sundays.

“Tangela,” Judy called, “let’s go.”

Tangela rushed to put on her shoes and headed up the hallway. The girls waved goodbye to

each other.

“Where do you think you’re going looking like a Jezebel?” Judy grabbed her and wiped her face

with a Kleenex, and said, “You just like your momma looking like some street walker.” She hit

Tangela hard on the back, just above her shoulder blade.

“You can take a child from its momma, but can’t take the momma out the child,” Leroy said.

Mercedes and Lexus’ mom looked embarrassed and asked Judy and her husband to leave. She

screamed something about them being hypocrites and that God would get them for mistreating

a child like that.

“We didn’t mean you,” Judy tried to clean up her statement.

“You just meant people who wear make-up like me.”

Tangela went home that day, not mentioning any of the things that was said or done while out

witnessing. Mercedes’ words did cause Tangela to wonder because she really didn’t look like

her mother or father.


“Maybe my daddy really isn’t my dad, and it makes Mama upset,” she said to Lily, her pillow

baby. Tangela used a small pillow as a baby doll.

“Dolls are not allowed in my home,” her mother told her grandmother, who had purchased

Tangela a Cabbage Patch Kid with real hair. “It encourages girls to become unwed mothers.”

“Tangela,” her mother called from the hallway, “get out of that bed.”

Tangela tucked the pillow baby under the other pillows, and jumped out of bed. One foot

landed on the light green, shag rug and the other slid into her slippers just before her mother

turned on the light. She stood in place and squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light beaming

from the 100-watt bulb overhead.

“Stop looking crazy! You know that since your daddy has been elected regional superintendent

of our church we have to get there on time!” Her mother walked over to the closet, pulled out a

long sleeved, ankle length, navy blue sailor girl dress, hung it on the back of the door, and said,

“Make your bed! Only nasty people leave their beds unmade.”

After straightening out the fitted sheet, Tangela crafted perfect hospital corners with the flat

one over the mattress at the foot of the bed then made sure it laid smoothly over the fitted

sheet. She placed her perfectly-fluffed pillows in front of the headboard before going into her

bathroom to wash up.

She took off her pajama top revealing her white spaghetti strapped tank top, turned on her

bath water, and drug her step stool over to the sink. Tangela grabbed her toothbrush from the

holder and placed it on the counter. Knowing that it would be difficult to get anything out of

the flat tube of Crest, she rolled the tube from the bottom and tried to force at least a dab of

the green gel onto her toothbrush. Nothing. Tangela turned off the bathtub’s running faucet

and headed up the hall to the main linen closet to retrieve a new tube of toothpaste.

“Get back in your room, walking around half-naked,” her mother yelled.

“Momma, I don’t have any tooth…”

Her mother slapped her in the mouth, causing her to fall to the floor. Tangela wailed as her

mother hit her repeatedly. “Shut up when I am speaking to you. And do what I tell you.”

“Ruthie!” Tangela’s father grabbed the woman’s arm. “Stop hitting my child.”

“Do you see what she’s walking around the house in, Kevin?” Ruthie said.

“She’s a seven year old wearing pajamas.” He took Tangela’s hand and started walking toward

her bathroom.

Tangela sobbed. “I need toothpaste.”

Her father grabbed a new tube of toothpaste for Tangela’s bathroom, took her into her

bedroom, and told her to close her eyes. She obeyed and listened to her father’s footsteps fade

into the distance and then return.

“Open your eyes,” her father said.

When Tangela opened her eyes, she saw a three ruffle, yellow taffeta dress with a matching

purse. She ran over to the garment and caressed the fabric. “Daddy! “It’s so pretty and my

favorite color.”

“I know, baby. You look like a ray of sunshine in yellow. Did I ever tell you that your very first

dress was yellow?”

“Yeah, Daddy.” Tangela looked at the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Her father picked her up.

“I know why Mommy doesn’t like me.”

“Who said your mother doesn’t like you?”

“No one, but she is always mean to me. I think she knows that you are not my real daddy

because I am light-skinned, and you guys are dark. She’s mad about it because you’re going to

leave her to take care of me all alone, with no help.”

He stroked Tangela’s long, curly hair, reassuring her in a loving, fatherly tone, “That’s not true.

We are different skin tones because God, our father, made us that way. Your mom has had a lot

on her mind lately, but I will have a talk with her.” He kissed Tangela on the forehead and left.


Tangela heard her parents screaming at each other through the adjoining bedroom’s wall.

“Kevin, you have got to stop spoiling that girl.”

“How is being a good, caring father going to spoil Tangela?” he asked his wife.

“You keep buying her all them colorful dresses. You’re turning her into a Jezebel just like her…”

Tangela’s father interrupted so she did not hear the last part of her mother’s statement.

“Don’t you ever say that again,” Kevin warned. “I treat you so kind. Why can’t you treat Tangela

that way? If you didn’t want her, we should have never-”

Tangela ran into the room, completely dressed in the new outfit her father laid out for her, and

screamed, “Stop it. Just, stop it. I hate having a momma and a daddy. I saw two girls last week

and they were happy with only a momma. I wish I only had a daddy!”

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Angela Benson Author of Delilah’s Daughters and Many More


Though Angela Benson began writing fiction in Miss Milizo’s fifth grade English class, her first book was not published until 1994, more than thirty years later! Since then, Angela has published thirteen novels, two novellas, and a nonfiction writing book. Her books have appeared on national, regional and local bestseller lists, and she has won several writing awards, including Best Multicultural Romance from Romantic Times magazine, Best Contemporary Ethnic Romance from Affaire de Coeur magazine and the Emma Award for Best Inspirational Romance.

After publishing seven romance novels and one novella with Kensington’s Arabesque Books and Silhouette Special Edition, Angela made a faith move to Christian fiction in 2000 with the publication of Awakening Mercy, the first book in her Genesis House series from Tyndale House Publishers. Awakening Mercy was a finalist for both the RITA Award for Excellence in Romance Fiction given by Romance Writers of America (RWA) and the Christy Award for Excellence in Christian Fiction. The second book in the series, Abiding Hope, was awarded the Emma Award for Best Inspirational Romance.  Angela’s first hardcover title and her third Genesis House book, The Amen Sisters (Walk Worthy Press, 2005) made the Essence Bestseller list and won the Emma Award for Best Inspirational Romance.

HarperCollins has published Angela’s most recent titles. Up Pops the Devil (2008) was named an African-American Book Club Pick at Books-A-Million and was featured in an issue of UPSCALE Magazine. It was followed by Sins of the Father (2009) and Showers of Blessings, a novella in the A Million Blessings anthology (Dafina Books, 2010).

In 2009, Angela was diagnosed with breast cancer.  After completing a rigorous treatment plan that included surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation coupled with a huge dose of faith and prayer, she resumed her writing career with the publication of Delilah’s Daughters (HarperCollins, 2014).  She recently learned that Delilah’s Daughters has been named one of the Library Journal’s Best Books of 2014 and a finalist for the 2014 Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award.

Angela is currently working on her fourteenth novel, The Summer of Me, which will be published by HarperCollins in August 2015.  In 2012, Angela began releasing revised, e-book only editions of her early romances.  Updated versions of Friend and Lover (novella), The Way Home and The Nicest Guy in America are currently available.  Bands of Gold, For All Time and Between the Lines will be available in Spring 2015 along with her fourth Genesis House title, Enduring Love.  An updated version of Telling the Tale: The African-American Fiction Writer’s Guide (Berkley Books, 2000) is also available in e-book only format with the new title, Telling Your Tale: A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction for Print and eBook.

Angela has a diverse education and work history. She majored in mathematics at Spelman College and Industrial Engineering at the Georgia Institute of Technology (Georgia Tech), and worked for fifteen years as an engineer in the telecommunications industry. She holds Masters degrees in operations research and human resources development. Her most recent degree is a doctorate in instructional technology from the University of Georgia. Dr. Benson is now an associate professor of educational technology at The University of Alabama

DeliliahMore about Delilah’s Daughters

ISBN-10: 0062002716 ISBN-13: 978-0062002716 Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks Available: January 28,

“I could not put it down. The themes of faith, family and forgiveness drew me in and wouldn’t let go until the very last page.” -Vanessa Miller, bestselling author of How Sweet the Sound

An inspirational story about the allure of fame and the faith that binds a family forever . . .

Delilah Monroe has done everything in her power to keep her three daughters strong since the death of her husband. And a big part of that connection is their singing group, Delilah’s Daughters. Veronica, Roxanne, and Alisha each have their own unique sense of self, but they all share the dream of Delilah’s Daughters hitting the Billboard charts.

Now, just as they enter the final round of a national talent show, a record producer approaches Veronica with the promise of fame . . . if she goes solo. Then the man Delilah has always leaned on wants more from her than just friendship, and someone from her past comes calling with a shocking secret. Will Delilah be able to hold her family together?





On days like today, Rocklin “Rocky” Monroe hated being dead.

He eased down on the bench next to his wife, Delilah, who sat at the piano near the back of the stage, beaming with pride as their three daughters, “Delilah’s Daughters,” as he’d named their singing trio, took their bows to a standing ovation at the annual Gospelfest in Birmingham, Alabama. The sassy and upbeat rendition of “Revive Us Again,” arranged by their youngest, Alisha, had brought the house to its feet. He put his arm around Delilah’s shoulders. You did good, sweetheart, he whispered, even though he knew neither she nor those around her could hear him.

She shivered, rubbed her arms, and he knew she felt his presence. “These are our girls, Rocky,” she murmured softly. “I’m so proud of them, and I know you would be too.”

I am proud of them! he wanted to shout, but knew it would do no good. He could see her, touch her, smell her, but she could only sense his presence. As he’d learned in the three years since a blood clot in his lung led to his untimely and totally unexpected demise, being dead was certainly a limiting experience.

The applause grew amid chants of “Praise Him!” and “More, more!” The girls glanced back at their mother, whose fingers flowed across the keyboard as they launched into Alisha’s rendition of “Take My Life and Let It Be.” Their eldest, Roxanne, who had the best voice of the three, brought the lyrics alive. When she crooned, “Take my voice and let me sing,” he jumped to his feet along with the audience. Who could keep sitting when his baby poured out her heart and soul that way? It was as though her words became the words of the hearts of her listeners. It wasn’t her song anymore; it was everybody’s song.

Alisha and Veronica backed Roxanne up in perfect harmony. Their choreographed movements, which he knew to be the work of Veronica, the born entertainer of the family, were every bit as powerful as the lyrics. The three of them were angels, singing and dancing with joy before their Lord.

The song ended with the audience on its feet in another ovation and moment of praise. He rushed toward his girls, his heart more full of love now than it had ever been. He wondered how that could be possible, since he had loved them with all that was in him when he was alive. Maybe his heart had grown larger in death.

He reached Alisha first. His baby girl was the shy one who had always been closer to her mother than to him. He brushed a kiss against her forehead and whispered, I love you, in her ear. When he pulled back, her eyes were full of tears. She missed him, he knew, but she also knew he loved her and that he was there with her.

He moved next to Roxanne, favoring her with a kiss and the same I love you. Parents weren’t supposed to have favorites, but God help him, Roxanne had been his favorite. He guessed it was because she was most like him. While Alisha and Veronica enjoyed singing, Roxanne had to sing. The music gave her life and purpose. She sang when she was happy and when she was sad. He knew, too, that she sang when she missed him, sang until she felt him in every part of her being. In those times, he saw her heart in ways he hadn’t seen it when he’d been alive. Sometimes he ached for Roxanne because along with sharing his love for music, she also shared his willingness to do anything for it. Praying she would make better choices than he had, he pressed a second kiss against her forehead, then moved on to his middle daughter.

Ah, Veronica, the child he least understood. She worried him more than the other two. He reached her as the trio moved down the stairs in front of the stage and toward the audience. He managed a whisper kiss against her cheek, so fleeting he was unsure she even felt it. His heart ached that Veronica was as elusive to him in his death as she had been when he was alive. Her thirst for the limelight scared him at times. While he was glad that she was so at ease with the spotlight, he didn’t want it to consume her. He’d hoped her marriage would provide her with some much-needed perspective, but her husband seemed to fuel that fire rather than help calm it.

Shaking off his melancholy, Rocky stood back and watched with pride as his girls mingled with the audience, showing their appreciation with handshakes and hugs. Many of the audience members knew the girls, had known them since they were kids, which made the sharing now even more special. He glanced back and saw Delilah looking on them with pride as well.

He turned to go back to his wife, but a tall, slender man reached her first. Who is that? he wondered.

“Hey, Mrs. Monroe,” the man said, causing Delilah to look up at him.

“Roy,” she said, getting up to give him a hug. “It’s so good to see you. I didn’t know you were going to be here today.”

Roy? Rocky thought. That’s Roy Stiles? Well, that boy sure has lost a lot of weight. How long has it been since I last saw him?

Roy hugged Delilah back. “I missed Gospelfest the last couple of years because of American Star commitments, but I’m back now. I don’t plan to miss another one.”

“We understand, Roy,” Delilah said. “We’re all so proud of you. You’re an example to all the young people. Us old ones too,” she added with a twinkle in her eye.

“I can feel the love, Mrs. Monroe. Some people look at me and think I was an overnight success. I have to tell them that my overnight took fifteen years.” Delilah laughed. “You don’t have to tell me.”

Rocky agreed. He’d watched Roy’s career, and he’d wanted what Roy had for his girls: to be given the opportunity to sing before a television audience of millions. Like Roy, his girls sang a blend of gospel and pop that he called “gospel for the world,” and as with Roy, he hoped a television audience would embrace them and their sound. You couldn’t pay for that kind of exposure. Roy pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his shirt pocket. “Delilah’s Daughters is special, Mrs. Monroe, really special. They’ve only gotten better over the years.”

Delilah beamed. “That’s nice of you to say.”

Roy shook his head. “I’m not being nice. I’m being honest. They need the kind of exposure that I got on AS.

“If only there were an American Star for groups,” she said.

Rocky had been thinking the same thing.

Roy chuckled. “Well, there is, or there will be.” He handed her the paper he had pulled out of his pocket. Rocky moved over to stand behind Delilah so he could read it too. “It’s a spin-off of American Star that’s going to be filmed in Atlanta,” Roy said. “They take solo acts and groups. I think Delilah’s Daughters should try out.”

I do too, Rocky said, forgetting that nobody could hear him. According to the flyer, the winners of the Sing for America competition would get a recording contract worth around $300,000. Right then, he began praying Delilah’s Daughters would win.

“I can’t believe this,” Delilah said, still staring at the flyer. “This is perfect for the girls.” She looked up at Roy. “I don’t know if they’re ready, though. Since their father died, they haven’t had much of a rehearsal schedule. Getting ready for Gospelfest each year is a major effort.”

What are you saying, Delilah? Rocky shouted at his wife. The girls are more than ready! If they could pull themselves together for a Gospelfest performance a few short months after I died, they can certainly get ready for this contest.

“Believe me, Mrs. Monroe,” Roy said, “they’re ready. Of course, more rehearsal time will help, but to be honest, I don’t see how they can pass up an opportunity to try out. If they’re chosen to compete, it can be a life-changing experience.”

Not only will they compete, Rocky said, touching Delilah’s arm and willing her his confidence, but our girls are gonna win this thing.

“I’ll talk to the girls about it,” Delilah said, with a little bit more enthusiasm. “What could it hurt?”

Roy smiled again. “That’s exactly what I thought when I tried out for American Star, and look what happened.” He hugged her again. “I need to head off to the green stage for my performance. I’ll look for you and the girls in the audience.”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Delilah said. She stared at the flyer after Roy left. “If only Rocky were here,” she murmured.

I am here, Rocky said, his frustration at being unheard growing. Though this was his third Gospelfest visitation, the boundaries between the living and the dead still grated on him. The girls have to try out. They’re going to win this thing. It’s their destiny. I feel it, Dee.

He watched his wife as a light chuckle escaped her lips. She felt the girls’ destiny too. He knew she did. When she quickly sobered, he knew she was thinking about him and his dream for Delilah’s Daughters to one day become a chart-topping gospel group. It was a dream that had begun forming early in their marriage, after they’d survived a major challenge to their love and recommitted themselves to each other and their family. It was a dream that later had been put on hold so the girls could complete their education. The plan had been for them to resume their careers after they finished college, but he’d died soon enough after Alisha’s graduation that the dream had been lost in their grief over his death.

“Maybe it’s time,” Delilah murmured to herself. “The girls have to do this for Rocky; I have to do this for Rocky.”

Rocky smiled, his heart full. He never knew what to expect during his yearly visits with his family, but this year was proving especially gratifying as he got to be a part of the moment when his daughters restarted the music careers he had always known were destined to be theirs. He pressed a kiss against his wife’s forehead, thankful for her continued belief in their daughters’ gifts. By the time he returned next year, Delilah’s Daughters would be well on their way to bringing their brand of music to households all over the world.

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Book Title: The Fall of the Prodigal

Paperback: 288 pages

Publisher: Urban Books (January 27, 2015)

ISBN-10: 1601626983

ISBN-13: 978-1601626981

Genre: Christian Fiction

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Michelle Lindo-Rice enjoys crafting women’s fiction with themes centered around the four “F” words:

Faith, Friendship, Family and Forgiveness. Her first published work, Sing A New Song, was a Black

Expressions featured selection. Originally from Jamaica West Indies, Michelle Lindo-Rice calls herself a

lifelong learner.

She has earned degrees from New York University, SUNY at Stony Brook, and Teachers College,

Columbia University. When she moved to Florida, she enrolled in Argosy University where she

completed her Education Specialist degree in Education Leadership. A pastor’s kid, Michelle upholds the

faith, preaching, teaching and ministering through praise and worship. Feel free to connect with her at


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About The Book

A condemned man, his two brides, and one untimely death.

Michael Ward is at the top of his game and he doesn’t need anyone or anything. Money is his new best

friend–until he’s arrested for a heinous crime. As much as he hates to admit it, Michael needs his

brother, Keith Ward, the man who stole his wife and children. Will Michael open his heart to forgive his


Verona “Tiger” Stachs has been Michaels’ attorney for years. She’s in love with him, but is tired of being

treated as his guinea pig. A lapsed Christian, Verona finds herself being drawn closer to God. She

thought she was through with God, but soon discovers He’s nowhere through with her. Which

relationship will she choose?

Keith Ward’s a prominent minister and family man, yet he yearns to rekindle his relationship with his

brother. When Michael calls him explaining that he desperately needs his help, Keith jumps at the

chance to set things right with Michael. Will Keith be able to lead Michael into the light?

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Stitching Love Excerpt


In Part one of this debut series from Tiss Devane, Skyla Richards is a planner. But, all the forethought and organization on the planet can t prepare her for the events that are about to alter her world. After her six year marriage ends bitterly, her job becomes her refuge until Jonathan Bass enters her life. He s a young, handsome co-worker whose future includes an Ivy League opportunity and his upcoming nuptials to an unstable fiancée, Mia. But that doesn’t stop him from recruiting Skyla to help him sew a few wild oats before the clock winds down on his bachelorhood.

His relentless pursuit has her tossing her to-do lists into the fiery flames of passion and reacquaints her with feelings she d long since forgotten. And her feminine wiles has him rethinking his engagement and ultimately, taking a ring off of it. But while their hearts continue to align, their careers split into opposite paths when she gets promoted and his Princeton plans are jeopardized when his manager accuses him of dark and menacing acts. With Skyla s assistance, he rebounds and the two resume their future plans. But while they’ve been ring shopping and deciding wedding dates, Mia has been sulking and contemplating the fastest way to bring their relationship to a shattering demise. And what she comes up with will permanently transform all their lives.


I was engaged to be married in six months, eleven days and five and a half hours. Yet, here she was in my arms with those haunting black opals looking up at me. Truthfully, I’d fantasized about this moment, but this wasn’t exactly how I envisioned it. Still, I didn’t care. This was an experience I’d longed to have with her, even if I’d gotten it by default during an emotional meltdown.

We’d shot the morning breeze at the coffee machine and at different office functions, but I honestly struggled to ignore her beauty every time I saw her. But now, in this moment, I could allow my eyes to travel the smoothness of her honey colored skin against the back drop of her shoulder length hair and explore the curvature of her breast and hips until our chemistry naturally united and formed an undeniable bond. Then, the door swung open.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

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Love Delayed Blog Tour

Title : Love Delayed
Genre: Romance
Author Bio:
Love Belvin is a native of the Tri-State area and now lives in the Delaware Valley. She’s an avid reader and enjoys dinner parties with her closest girlfriends. While she enjoys many things, nothing excites her more than curling up with a glass of wine and a good romance novel.Love Belvin is the author of the “Love’s Improbable Possibility” Series. The first installment of the adult romance series is “Love Lost”, the second is “Love UnExpected”, the third is “Love UnCharted”, and the fourth and final is “Love Redeemed”.You can find Love on her website www.LoveBelvin.com
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What happens when Zoey Barrett, an ingenuous Princeton scholar, meets NBA All-star rocker-boy, Stenton Rogers? Zoey has her life all planned out. She’s working hard at her degree and to help her family stay afloat financially.Stenton’s at the top of his game on the court, but off, his life is out of bounds. That is until he happens upon Zoey, who represents something that he’s never had—family. Her world is spun completely out of control when they intersect. Could the lengths he decides to go destroy the future Stenton desperately desires to have with Zoey?Find out in Love Delayed

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His secret is uncovered and motives are disclosed. So now what?

Will Stenton get the favorable results he plotted years ago? Or will he have caused his own exile from Zoey’s love?

Her life charted an alternate journey because of unexpected circumstances. Now that Zoey has put together the pieces, how will she navigate Stenton’s obstacles?

Find out in Love Delivered.

*November 30th, 2014