Showing posts with label Inspirational Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspirational Fiction. Show all posts

Sample Sunday - Dominic's Pride

Sunday, January 10, 2021

The next book in the Virtues & Vices series is Dominic's Pride. Look out for it on March 21. You may pre-order at  https://bit.ly/DominicsPride


Nearby chatter interrupted Nick’s trip into the past. While sipping coffee, his eyes met those of the woman who told him a week ago that he got around. 

Seemed like she did too. 

She spoke into the phone, lifted her chin, then smiled. Something about her made him not only want to return the gesture but get closer. Frowning, Nick realized then that he hadn’t thought about being with anybody since he landed. As far as he knew, all his body parts still worked but he’d forgotten how much he enjoyed the chase.

Before he thought about what he was doing, Nick was halfway across the bistro to where the woman sat. He didn’t know her name, but that small detail wouldn’t stop him from reconnecting with her.

“May I?” he asked, pointing to the ladder-back chair.

“Sure.” 

He pulled it out and sat in the opposite seat. She was even more attractive up close. Her eyes were bright and shone with interest, a look he’d seen many times.

“I wasn’t wrong,” she said after sipping from a cup of orange juice.

“About what?” he asked.

She pushed away a saucer with a half-eaten rock cake. “The fact that you’d turn up again.”

He tipped his head to one side as he said, “You were thinking about me, huh?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Or what?” he said. “You’ll take me down a peg or two?”

“I don’t think anything I say will affect you.”

He studied her smooth skin, intense eyes and the braids pulled into a bun on top of her head.

She was right, but he wouldn’t tell her. People’s opinion didn’t bother him. His parents had instilled confidence and self-reliance in him. He just hadn’t bothered to stand on his own. Perhaps because he’d never needed to do so.

He didn’t want to come off as arrogant, so he shrugged. “Your opinion can’t affect me one way or the other since we don’t know each other.” He watched her over the next sip of coffee then said, “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours, pretty boy?”

“I beg your pardon?”

She hid a smile, then said, “You heard me just fine.”

Despite his habit of not letting things bother him, something about her words touched a nerve. His nostril’s flared, but he said, “My name is Dominic.”

“I’m Ashley.” Her smile turned into a grin as she added, “I see there are things that can and do hit a nerve.”

“You don’t know me, so some respect is very much in order.”

She raised one brow. “You’re the one who slid over here, trying to pick me up.”

“That’s not what I was doing.”

Now both her eyebrows levitated. “No?”

“Definitely not.”

She assumed a serious expression, but the light in her eyes betrayed her. “Okay, so why are you here?”

Nick ignored her amused tone. “It would have been rude of me to ignore you once we recognized each other.”

“Right.”

Despite his intention to keep a straight face, he chuckled. “So, how are things going between you and Antonio in terms of repairing your vehicle?”

“The car isn’t mine.” She stared over his shoulder and sat straight. “It belongs to my … ”

He waited, but she didn’t say anything more and her stubborn expression told him he’d be waiting a long time.

“Your friend almost got me in a world of trouble. For a couple days, he wouldn’t answer his phone.” She huffed. “Nearly made me have to set the police on his tail.”

Nick stifled laugher because Ashley didn’t crack a smile. He could imagine the hell she’d given Antonio when she caught up with him.

“I hear a little bit of something foreign in your accent,” he said. “D’you live here or abroad?

“Why d’you want to know?”

He swallowed more coffee and made her wait. “I’m just making conversation.”

“Liar.”

He stared hard at her. “What?”

A slow smile greeted him. “You’re asking because you’re interested in me. Not because you don’t have anything to say.”

He considered that, then said, “Busted.”

They laughed together before she answered his question. “Actually, I’ve been living in Orlando since I was a teenager.”

“So, what are you doing here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She hesitated, then said, “I’m visiting family. Sort of.”

Her response hinted at a complicated situation, so he changed the subject. “How long will you be on the island?”

“Maybe another week or two. You?”

“Same as you,” he said. But the truth was, he didn’t have much to return to, other than debt and stress. Yet, he didn’t see himself staying in Jamaica under Marlon’s thumb. 

“How about going out with me on Friday evening?”

Ashley’s wide eyes reflected his surprise.

Nick’s mouth was moving faster than his mind, but he was grateful when she said, “I don’t see why not.”


Sample Sunday - Sacrifice

Sunday, November 29, 2020

 🌺🌺🌺SAMPLE SUNDAY🌺🌺🌺

Sacrifice is my latest novel. It's about a Christian couple, who go through a harrowing time after losing their daughter. Here's hoping you enjoy this snippet.

Dane's entry into the room stilled Sophie's thoughts. She realized then that she hadn’t moved from where he left her. He clasped her shoulders with both hands. “I can't know what the problem is if you don't tell me.”

She didn't look at him because if she did, her resentment would be obvious. While he was gone, she’d had a lot of time to think. Sophie wanted to ask so many things but couldn’t come up with the first word to make a sentence. Then the curiosity she couldn't suppress made her ask, “How was Jamaica?”

He tipped one brow as if she had said something strange, but replied, “No different from any other trip.”

“Did you stay with your father?”

Now, he frowned. “Of course, who else would have put me up?”

Her mouth puckered, then she said, “I wouldn’t really know where you were if you had a mind to stay somewhere else.”

Dane released her and took a step back. “Are you accusing me of something?”

“The better question might be whether there’s something you should tell me.”

He stared hard at her. “And what might that be?”

The intensity in his eyes unnerved her and she shrugged. “I’m not the one who would know.”

He cupped the back of his neck with one hand. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but if you have something you want to say, the best thing would be to simply get it out in the open. I don’t get why you’re asking me this now.”o say, the best thing would be to simply get it out in the open. I don’t get why you’re asking me this now.”

She cursed the coward inside her and sighed. “I’m sorry, I just—”

A cough, then a cry echoed from the baby monitor and stopped her words.

Nyla coughed again and they both turned toward the door, but Dane held her in place. “It’s okay, I’ll go.”

He hurried from the room, and she sank on the bed. If she didn’t get her act together, he’d start wondering if she was losing her mind. The pressure of trying to balance work and her anxieties was taking a toll.

Evie was good with Nyla, but sometimes Sophie wondered if she shouldn’t have taken Dane’s advice. He had suggested that she cut back on her days at the clinic, or consult from home, if that would ease her mental strain.

So far, she hadn’t moved on either suggestion. Another example of her tendency to procrastinate.

Nyla’s continued hacking pierced her mental haze and when she rose, Dane met her coming back down the corridor. “I don’t like how she looks.”

Nyla was now blue in the face. She gasped between coughs and tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.

“The nebulizer.” Sophie ran into their bedroom, yanked open the closet door, and reached for the box. “She needs it.”

With shaking hands, she assembled the unit on the dresser, inserted the medicine vial, connected the mask, and strapped it to Nyla’s face.

Dane sat on the bed and cradled Nyla, with lines of concern drawn on his face. After five minutes, his gaze met Sophie’s. She counted almost every second because her eyes kept going to the clock on her bedside table.

Nyla was not improving.

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Sunday Sample - DNA

Sunday, June 14, 2020

Here's today's snippet of DNA, which will be live on June 26.

Russ studied Amoy, admitting that with one incident, he no longer trusted her. His reaction was weird, given that what happened was far in the past. But there it was, and until he got past the hurt, he'd second guess everything, including her reluctance to move abroad. That was a whole other matter. When his gaze met hers, he shoved the thought aside but knew he'd revisit it.

“Russ, would you pray for us, please?” Amoy asked.

He said grace, thanking God for His provision and for their family.

They dug in, with the boys ignoring Amoy's instructions for them to stop talking with their mouths full. Their chatter rose and fell in waves. Junior was curious about everything and normally, his observations would have tickled Russ. Now his questions about Amoy's face—which was now free of makeup—served as an irritant.

“Can you give it a rest, Junior?” His tone was harsher than he intended it to be, and he was sorry the moment he spoke.

Junior dipped his head, and Russ winced.

The boys were not used to hearing him speak that way.

Silence descended around them and Amoy's concerned gaze went to Junior. Then her focus turned back to Russ. Though she wouldn't say anything about his tone in front of the boys, her disappointment was clear.

Was he picking on Junior because of what he knew, or was it the boy’s concern for Amoy?  Whatever it was, Russ didn't want to dig too deeply.

They finished their meal in silence, while Russ grew more uncomfortable. His snooping changed things in a way he never anticipated. With every hour that crawled by, Russ wished he'd left the past where it belonged.

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Sample Sunday - DNA

Sunday, June 7, 2020

Amoy sat on the mattress facing him. When she didn't do anything but stare, Russ met her gaze. “What do you want from me, Amoy?”

The hurt in her eyes wrung his gut, but what did she expect? The hair covering her forehead fell into her eyes. They were red and watery as if she'd been crying.

Right now, he didn't give a damn. She deserved a taste of what he'd gone through since he found out how she'd duped him.

She sniffed and pressed the corners of her eyes, then cleared her throat. “We need to talk.”

“You keep saying that, but nothing you tell me is going to make a difference.”

Amoy folded her arms and lifted her chin. “So you're condemning me without even trying to find out what happened.”

“We both know what happened.” His dull response turned nasty along with his thoughts. “You tricked me.”

“For heaven's sake, Russ, can you stop playing the victim long enough to listen to me?”

His voice was louder than intended when he answered, “You don't get to talk to me like that.”

Amoy glared at him. “And you don't get to write me off without giving me a chance to—”

“A chance to do what, Amoy? Justify cheating me? Making yourself feel better about what you've done?”

Her skin was pale and her full lips drooped as if it was the end of the world. In a sense it was. Nothing would be the same for him.

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Two Steps Past The Altar...

Tuesday, August 7, 2018



Write Now Literary is pleased to be coordinating a blog tour for Patricia A. Bridewell. Book your own tour here.

Title: Two Steps Past the Altar
Genre: Genre: Inspirational Romance/Fiction  
ISBN: 978-1732130913
ASIN:B07DCC5XFT

          Meet Patricia 
Reading and daily journal entries were the catalyst to Patricia’s first novel, Reflections of a Quiet Storm, published by an independent publisher in 2009. 

An avid reader, her previous published work includes two books, multiple short stories, monthly health care columns for an online magazine, and several health care articles for a local newspaper. She also enjoys reading Women’s Fiction and Romance novels, which occupy many seats on her bookshelves.

Patricia is a Family Nurse Practitioner and a Psychiatric-Mental Health Nurse Practitioner, she holds Adjunct Nursing Faculty positions at two universities. She is a member of the National Black Nurses Association/Council of Black Nurses – L.A., Sigma Theta Tau International Honor Society of Nursing, Black Nurses Rock, California Association of Nurse Practitioners, and International Black Writers & Artists.

Patricia’s church home is Greater Zion Church Family in Compton, CA. She considers music, reading, and prayer as the keys to relaxation and creativity, and she loves spending time with her family.

Patricia’s short story appears in the Brown Girls Books Anthology Single Mama Dating Drama, an AALBC two-time best-selling book. Two Steps Past the Altar is her third and latest novel. She is currently working on her fourth novel.

                                                About The Book
Pharmaceutical Sales Representative, Sasha Edmonds, is a motivated high-flyer with a stellar track record. Being the top sales representative and having a fiancé who loves her is more than she could ever imagine. Her life spins in another direction when she discovers that her mom requires a life-saving medication and her fiancé, Damien, may be cheating. Devastated, she breaks off their engagement. 

Amid healing, she becomes captivated by Wesley, a wealthy pharmaceutical businessman who may hold the cure for her mom, career, and wounded heart. Romance transforms into a love triangle, surfeit of lies, blackmail, and deception. A story of love, trust, restoration, and forgiveness.

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