Released Today – ONE DEAD POLITICIAN

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Corruption, Scandals, Kickbacks- All Make For Good Politics and… MURDER.

“Gripping, fast-paced. The Suspense is a Killer!”

Detective Nick Myers of the Los Angeles Police Department is sent hundreds of miles ONE DEAD POLITICIAN COMPLETE (REG)away to impart his specialized training and modernized investigative techniques to the police force in a small Caribbean nation off the Florida Coast. He doesn’t imagine he’d find himself entangled in political rifts that will ultimately result in a prominent politician losing his life. Myers’ expertise as a top detective will be put to the test as he sets out to solve the mystery behind who would want Jackson Cunningham dead — a man he’d met and admired. What he discovers in the end will come as a complete surprise — not only to the citizens of that developing nation, but also to him as a seasoned investigator.

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Today’s Wisdom Key

Some persons tend to think that it’s all about them”( you know the ones — totally self-conceited; want others to take interest in what concerns them and rarely, if ever return the favor; they don’t feel anyone’s pain except their own) and no amount of words will convince them that it’s not. In this case when dealing with such ‘delusional’ individuals, your actions must speak louder than your words. Perhaps then and only then, they will finally understand that other people matter just as much.

10 Minutes Before Sleeping

’10 Minutes Before Sleeping’ is a powerful story of a young woman left on the doorstep of a neighbor as a child by her very own mother. She is abused, neglected, rejected and without a legal footing in the only place she knows as home. She struggles to obtain an education at the resistance of a woman who was left with the responsibility to raise her, but years later finally finds what she believes is true love. This event, ironically, progresses to a further downward spiral that costs this young woman her three most precious gifts in the world, thus evoking a snap decision that occurs ten minutes before sleeping. WATCH OUT FOR THIS POIGNANT, FULL-LENGTH NOVEL.

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Dysfunctional Families: The harmful effect of Favoritism

What constitutes a perfect parent? Is it one that does everything right and never makes a mistake? Perhaps… but can we find any of those?

Needless to say, no one is perfect, but when it comes to parenting certain things could and should be expected of adults given the wonderful responsibility of caring and nurturing children. As a parent myself of teenagers, I hope that one day when they’re grown, my kids will genuinely be able to say that my love for them was unconditional, I never had favorites and I did my very best to raise them with solid values and a good moral compass. I do believe that they’re able to say that even now. Am I a perfect parent then? Certainly not! That’s because I’m not a perfect human being. I make mistakes just like everyone else and when I’m wrong or mistaken about something, I apologize to my kids– I show them that I’m not too big to do that. Unfortunately, many parents I know believe it’s beneath them to apologize to their children when they’ve made a mistake, but if that’s the attitude, what are they teaching their kids? How will their children learn to apologize when they’re wrong?

I mentioned earlier that one thing I wanted my kids to be able to say is that I didn’t have favorites. Favoritism seems to be a usual problem in families even from the days of old. If you go by Biblical examples, you may think of Jacob and Esau or Joseph being his father’s favorite. The ideal situation would be that parents train themselves to love their children equally, but to those who don’t, my wish is that you never be open or make the fact obvious that you prefer one child over the other. This can be detrimental to the family structure and cause major problems among the siblings that will continue for years and years and then trickle down to generations. Open, blatant preference for one child over the other will have terrible, long-lasting effects.

In my book,’ INFESTATION: A Small Town Nightmare’, Marie Adams has faced the dilemma of being her mother’s least favorite child and as a grown adult now with a family of her own, she still faces the disdain of her aged mother. As a result of years of her mom’s mistreatment of her, her siblings have basically followed suit and the family structure is nonetheless, broken. However, Marie has turned out to be the most successful of all the children and although treated as an outcast, she has always been there to help each and everyone of them. I wanted to address this topic in my book because it is one that needs to be looked at and each of us as parents need to consider if we’re guilty of ‘tearing down our own house with our own hands’ based on the way we treated our kids.

In closing, I’d like to think that someone can improve the quality of a child’s life if we consider our children’s feelings before we speak and before we act.

Evil Lurks In The Most Unlikely Places…

Excerpt-

INFESTATION: A Small Town Nightmare (Part 2)

Their laughter abruptly ended when six police cars with blazing sirens and flashing red and blue lights zoomed past the Adams’ black Cadillac.

“Where on earth are they rushing to this time of night?” Marie gazed behind them.

Dave shook his head. “I wonder what it is this time.”

A trickle of rain splashed the windshield, then a sudden burst splattered onto the glass.

“Where did this come from?” Dave reached quickly for the wiper switch.

“Dad, we can barely see anything!” Amy said as her father slowed the car considerably.

They drove for another half a mile before noticing one of the street lights just ahead exploding after a large flash of lightning struck.

“Did you guys see that?” Amy asked.

“What on the lamp-pole could have possibly attracted that lightning?” Marie wondered. “Aren’t those things insulated?”

“I always thought so,” Dave said.

“There goes another one!” Marie cried as they watched a street light on their left erupt into pieces. Then another, just seconds later on the right. “Oh, my God… it’s what I saw; remember?” She was looking at Dave.

“Yeah, I remember,” Dave answered quietly. “The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up. It’s a good thing we’re almost home.”

“What dream?” Amy asked. “Mom, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Dave swiftly returned.

“Mom, what’re you not telling me?”

Marie looked at Dave who was finding it nearly impossible to see straight ahead although the wipers had been set at full speed.

“Amy, this is not the time,” Dave insisted. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? Let’s just focus on getting home safely.”

Amy sat back in the seat – arms folded. Her mother usually shared everything with her. Why was this time any different? She wondered.

The vehicle came to a complete halt. An unkempt man with medium-length, dirty-blonde hair was standing directly in front of it. He was staring wildly at them through the windshield as the heavy rain beat mercilessly upon him. Leaning forward a bit more, he rested both hands on the hood of the car; his intense glare eerily fixed as he and the savagery of the rain storm appeared to be one—like they were inherently connected.

Dave, Marie and Amy all gazed at what stood before them.

“Dave…” Marie nervously glanced at her husband, expecting him to do something.

Dave blew the car horn. “Get away from here!” he shouted, waving an arm. The wipers moved speedily as the stranger’s face flashed constantly before them.

The man’s focus was unbroken until a car’s blaring horn sounded behind the Cadillac. In an instant, he was gone and Dave wasted no time moving forward.

“How on earth did you see him?” Marie asked. “A few inches more and you would’ve surely hit him!”

“At the last minute, I thought I saw something in front of the car,” Dave explained. “Good thing, I didn’t keep going.”

“That guy’s a weirdo,” Amy said. “Why was he staring at us like that? He’s creepy.”

Marie sat quietly, wondering what to make of the encounter.

Minutes later, they were pulling into the garage of their home and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

“What do you make of that nut?” Dave was lying in bed with legs crossed and hands behind his head.

Marie had just slipped into a black nightie and was heading to bed. “Don’t know. Did you see the look on his face?” She asked, getting beneath the covers.

“Weird. For a moment there, I thought I might have to get outside in the pouring rain for that idiot.”

Marie reached over and switched off the lamp. Dave immediately put his arm around her.

Her back to him, Marie smiled. “I’m so lucky to have you as my husband, Dave Adams.” She stroked his hand gently.

“I’m the lucky one,” Dave answered softly. “But since I don’t really believe in luck, I guess fortunate is the better word. I’m really proud of you, honey.”

“For what?” Marie turned and faced him.

“Well, for starters…. you’ve worked hard and accomplished something that many people only dream of; you’ve survived an upbringing that was literally hell on earth and pulled through all right. What I admire most about you, Marie, is that you’re a kind, loving person with a heart of gold. How can I not be proud of you?”

Marie leaned in and kissed him; her hand now rested on his chest.

“Did you really think that no one would buy the book?” he asked.

“No.” Marie replied. “I just made up my mind that if someone was at least crazy enough to give it a shot, maybe it would help them in some way—at least that’s what I was hoping for. If it helped at least one person, that would’ve been good enough for me.”

“You see it’s definitely serving its purpose. Don’t you?”

Marie nodded. “But that’s strange; isn’t it?”

“What?”

“That I’m nobody special and people think that I did something worthwhile for them. I’d be the first to admit that other people out there deserve far more recognition for their work than I do.”

Dave laughed quietly. “You never were good at receiving compliments, Marie. So humble: That’s another thing I love about you.”

“We’ve come a long way. Haven’t we?” She smiled.

“We certainly have.” This time, Dave initiated the kiss and they were locked in each other’s embrace until passion drove them to the inimitable heights of ecstasy.

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This title may be purchased in separate episodes (1-3) or as The Complete Series.

Part 1                                                The Complete Series

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Dad just turned 76.

Earlier this month, my father turned 76 years old. Often when I think about him these days, I reflect on the awesome miracle God did in his life ten years ago . Back then in 2006, for the first time in my life, I saw just a shell of my father lying on that hospital gurney. None of us knew it right then, but he was suffering from heart failure. We were soon informed that his heart had expanded to the size of his chest and the bottom line was: He would need a heart transplant. Without that, he would have to be on medication for the rest of his life and from the frail condition he was in at that time, there was no telling how long “the rest of his life” would be. I remember the first day he spent in the hospital, I sat in my living room that night and had a heart to heart with God. I told Him (as if He didn’t know) that my Daddy was just 66 years old and he hadn’t even yet seen his three scores & ten. I asked my Heavenly Father to heal my dad and to please allow him to live years beyond the age of 70. God, in turn, miraculously healed my father, took him off the loads of medicine given to him and restored not just his heart and health, but his spirit. He became a new person– the greatest transformation I had ever seen in my entire life.

Every year that Daddy lives past the age of 70, I think about the prayer I prayed that night and how awesome God truly is. I told him the other day after wishing him happy birthday that every birthday he sees takes me back to that night with God. It’s been 10 years since then and my dad told me on his birthday recently that he’s just leaving his “teenage years”. I guess that’s how good he feels when years earlier, he was fighting for his life and the team of doctors never thought he would walk out of that hospital.

I said all of that to say this: Miracles still do happen. As bad and hopeless as life can get sometimes, NEVER GIVE UP! God is still on His throne and He sees everything and most of all, He sees your heart–the state of which propels Him to do great things in your life.

In my book CORNELIUS, I gave a special acknowledgement to my father. His words I heard many times as I was growing up still lingers in my mind and helped mold me into who I am today.

More of Daddy’s story and so much more is in the book: Seeing Beyond the Natural.

Have a beautiful day and all the best. Just thought I’d share that with you.

Today’s Wisdom Key

Your true friends are not the ones giving lip service to appease you when you’re feeling down. They’re the ones on the battlefield with you every step of the way: Praying for you, weeping when you’re discouraged, giving you a helping hand as they are able, keeping you near to their heart. Anyone can give ‘lip service’ and call himself a friend, but a true friend gets down on that dirty battlefield and fights alongside you. And when you’re too weak to go on, they keep fighting long after you’ve stopped. 

Wandering Around In The Dark Is No Fun At All…

“I’m not quite sure what I was expecting when I downloaded this book. I thought it would be a little supernatural tale with a small romantic spin. Well, what I got was a sad but hauntingly beautiful tale of love lost and found, past and present. It was so well written and I cried like a baby in the end. I’ll definitely check out more work by this author, I’d like to see what other spooky stories she has to offer.” –  Verified Amazon customer

Excerpt from the Spine-tingling Tale ‘Cornelius’:

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Before stepping inside, Wade looked at her, “You mind letting up a bit? You’re squeezing my arm.”

“Oh sorry,” Mira replied nervously.

They walked inside together—eyes darting in all directions of the spacious interior. The white paint on the wall was chipped in several places and the dusty floor had been speckled with creature droppings and smudges of dirt and mud. There was no furniture in sight—just a large, empty space. Wade and Mira walked slowly ahead and entered a room that looked like an extension of the living room, only separated by an arched wall.

“Hello…” Wade called out again.

“Is anyone here?” Mira said behind him, voice breaking at the end.

They proceeded through the large front area then entered what looked like the kitchen. There was one row of cabinets still attached to the upper northern section of the wall with a few missing doors. Some doors were slanted due to rusty, broken hinges. There were three other sections of the wall where only the imprint of cabinets remained presenting a theory to the observer that they might have been cleanly extracted at some point by thieves.

“This place is a mess,” Mira uttered, still holding her brother’s arm.

“Yeah. You notice that just about every door around here is missing?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go upstairs,” Wade released Mira’s grip. “Follow me.”

“No way! You know I’m afraid of heights!” Mira whispered loudly.

“Just hold on to the rail. You’ll be fine,” Wade replied before heading up the long winding staircase.

Feeling that she would rather be with him than downstairs alone in the old, creepy house that resembled something from a horror flick, she took a deep breath in and decided to follow him. The ceiling of the house was extremely tall and as Mira carefully followed Wade up the stairs, she couldn’t help but wonder how the owners ever managed to change a light bulb up there whenever necessary. As they climbed the staircase, the wood beneath their feet creaked and Mira had no idea how she would ever get back down.

They made it to the second landing and refusing at that point to look down over the rail, Mira trailed closely behind Wade who had entered one of the bedrooms.

“Wow! This room is huge!” Wade remarked, hurrying over to a large window on the western side of the room. “Hee, hee!” He laughed looking down at the yard. “The second floor of this house must be at least a hundred feet from the ground!”

Mira quietly advanced toward the entrance of what looked like the walk-in closet. As she looked in, something immediately caught her eye. The floating image of a black woman was at the far end of the room. The apparition appeared relatively young with frazzled, black hair that hung tiredly just above her shoulders. Her face, rough and haggard, exuded a sadness that Mira could feel deep within her bones, and the thin, white dress the woman wore was drenched in what appeared to be blood around the mid-section where long trails of it had slid down to the end. Momentarily frozen by the sight of this woman, Mira’s mouth hung open, yet no voice escaped. The woman’s veiny eyes seemed to be begging, pleading… for something. Then her hand reached up toward Mira, re-enforcing what the little girl already felt was a cry for help. At that point, a blood-curdling scream escaped Mira’s lungs and she darted outside of the room—Wade running behind her.

With a fear of heights that paled in comparison to what she saw in that room, before Mira knew it, she was at the bottom of the staircase and out of the house.

“What’s wrong?” Wade called out to her in the yard. “Wait for me, Mira!”

She had run a good distance away from the house before even thinking of stopping.

“Tell me what’s wrong!” Wade insisted after catching up to her. “I never saw you run that fast in my life.”

“I know I shouldn’t have listened to you, Wade. You’re a jerk! We never should have come here,” Mira blasted, walking hurriedly.

“What did I do?” Wade was confused.

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now. I just wanna go home.”

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