SAMPLE SUNDAY TIMES THREE

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First-August 16th- Believe in God, Believe Also In Me by Desiree Francies

Welcome back! I’ve missed you. I’d ask how you’ve been, but we’re not going to pretend like I don’t already know.

So, where were we? Ah yes, I remember...

The idea that love looks or feels perfect is not only a myth, it’s a dangerous delusion.

Everyone has control over their own actions. What they cannot control are the responses to those actions. We’re all aware of the usual suspects’ ability to have a good time. That has never changed. They’re famous for it. The whole crew is back again, and the family is growing.

But each of their pasts play a major role in who they are today…

So, what happens when your past shows up to threaten your future, and the people that you love question not only you, but themselves too?

Can you believe that after all I’ve done for them, they still question so many things? I’m insulted.

Hello! Standing right over here waiting to be asked. You know, just watching the world spin, twiddling My all-powerful thumbs and whatnot.

Let not your heart be troubled, as you believe in God, believe also in Me…

(This is the third installment of the God’s Hand Book Series and the conclusion of Mary & DC’s story)

SAMPLE

“I’m scared, alright?” I finally admit.

“Scared of what, babe?” He sits next to me on the couch and rests his hand on my knee.

“I don’t know how good of a mother I’ll be.”

“Mary, you’re going to be an amazing mother. And we’re off to a great start. Everything is going smoothly according to the doctor.”

“I’m grateful I haven’t screwed the kids up already.” I think this has more to do with my sour mood, as my husband calls it. “But I’m nervous I’m going to do some irreparable damage and harm them in some way. I’m not great with sentiment, and I’m not as in touch with my emotions as I think most women are. It took me months just to come up with my vows. Draft after draft until I could finally let go of all my sarcasm and snipes to get to the root of what I was feeling. That takes so much work. Can I do that for these two little ones?”

I never got those sweet touches and loving words that warmed hearts. I never got those cute moments of tenderness and love when you knew just how much your parents loved you. I never even got the moments you look back on and laugh at now when you misbehaved, and your parents didn’t know what to do with you. 

“You’re acting out because you’re worried about being a sarcastic mother?”

“I was alone for most of my childhood. Or at least I felt that way. No one taught me how to willingly give of myself emotionally, and I still believe my relationship with you was a bolt of lightning. How do we get lightning to strike twice? Mother is in a much better place now, but unhappy people make unhappy parents. She only just recently found her happiness. So, how can I give them what I never got? I don’t know how to be the warm caring shoulder to cry on when something goes wrong. Or the person that gives amazing advice to live by. I’m not sure I can do this. And that terrifies me.”

I don’t want to be a horrible mother. And I don’t want my kids to go through what I went through.

“Are you kidding me? No one protects their loved ones as much as you do with such fierceness and strength. Babe, you would end anyone who so much as thought of harming them. And I know that because you do that for everyone else. Our children are going to be extremely blessed to have you in their corner. Ready to run on the field and fight a child for tackling our son too hard during a football game. Or pulling up to the school with the girls in tow ready to beat down on a minor for bullying our daughter.” He laughs at the thought and I grin because that sounds pretty accurate. “Mary, do you believe everything happens for a reason?” He asks sliding closer to wrap an arm around my shoulders.

“Yes, I do.” I nod.

“And do you believe that God has the final say? That He’s covered you thus far?”

“Yes.” I smile softly already knowing where he’s going.

“Then have some faith, baby.” He kisses my forehead. “Everything will go exactly the way it’s supposed to.” He breathes into my hair. “Besides, you’re not doing this alone. I’ve got you. Anything we struggle with we’ll work through together. I wouldn’t leave you hanging to figure it out by yourself. I’ll reinforce whenever and wherever you need me to. You’re my heart, Mary. Believe in yourself. And believe in me.”

I don’t know what to say, so I just hug him and squeeze until I feel my point has been made. He’s amazing at saying the right thing at exactly the right times. And he’s right. I don’t have to do this by myself, so I don’t have to figure this out by myself. I can lean on my man. And I can let my man lead. And who knows, maybe I’ll get this whole parenting thing figured out after a while.

Second-August 17th- Yearn For Me by Ivy Laika

Disclaimer: This is book two of the For Me series. Feign for Me must be read first.

The cat is out of the bag, well more like the baby is out of the bag. The weekend is over and Mac and Christela have returned to their old lives. What has been revealed about Mac has the two in a limbo with neither one sure of how to move forward from it.

Mac vowed that he would wait on Christela no matter what. But is what has come to light only going to lead to him waiting in vain?

Christela still has a dream job opportunity in Boston that she planned to take but will what she now knows about Mac cause her to change her mind? She can’t deny that Mac is the only man that can love her and bring her to multiple climaxes.

Their strength may be tested. Their desire may take over. Their seemingly unbreakable connection may break.

The only thing that is certain is that the two have been yearning for each other. The question is, will they give in or will they give up?

SAMPLE

“Do you still want to love me, Mac?”

“There’s no other option, sweetheart. I need to love you.” I took my time looking over her body because I was exemplifying the highest level of self-control. Visually I’d taken in all of her even though she wasn’t able to take me in physically.

“You no longer have to wait, I’m ready.”

With one swift motion, I pushed her into the house, slamming the door behind me. I lifted her in the air, and she wrapped her thick legs around my waist. Our lips collided and everything felt balanced.

I needed her more than oxygen, so I was ready to drown in all of her. Whatever she gave me, I was going to take so much of it in and deal with the suffocation later.

I pressed her body against the wall struggling to hold her in place. My body was literally becoming weak from not being able to fill her. I sucked on her bottom lip as I set my manhood free. The confinement of my slacks was torturing him. Chrissi had her arms around my neck as I sucked on her lip for dear life.

Once he was out, I placed him at her opening. I hadn’t even entered her before her body began to shake. If we were going to do this, I needed her to be sure. There was no running after this.

“Are you sure that you are ready, sweetheart? Don’t say it if you’re not. I promise I’ll wait for you for as long as you need me to.”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she slid her right hand in between us while thrusting her hips forward. She kissed me ever so tenderly after which she said, “Husband, I’m ready.”

I don’t know what came over me but that triggered something from deep within. With one stroke, I was all the way inside. She closed her eyes as she held on to my neck tightly. Chrissi bit on her bottom lip. Every corner of her face displayed her pleasure. It was the sexist shit I’d ever seen.

She felt better around me than she ever had before. Maybe it was because she was going to truly give me a real chance. It could’ve been because after tonight I wouldn’t be left wondering how long I would have to wait for her to be ready to receive me. Every part of me.

Third-August 18th- Everything is Love by Aubreè Pynn

Dakari Summers returned home after two years of licking his wounds from a previous heartbreak. He has a new contract, a new team, and has reconnected with his college friends. He has made himself a vow – to never fall in love again – but life back home has different plans for him.

Baylee Alexander has finally come out of hiding and released the shambles left behind after making a grave mistake that shifted her view on life and love. Attempting to rid herself of the baggage she carries, her sight is set on the perfect distraction, which is work. With her dreams under attack, she takes a leap of faith that lands her in a situation she isn’t prepared for.

A whirlwind romance develops, and falling for each other is uncontrollable for both Dakari and Baylee. But how long will it last when the skeletons of their past come tumbling out of the closets they thought they sealed?

Find out if Dakari and Baylee can bounce back in Everything is Love.

SAMPLE

Dakari Summers

I could hear sultry music drone through the front door, ringing the doorbell would be useless, and she wasn’t answering her phone. Turning the doorknob of the door and letting myself in, I shook my head in frustration. Even if she did live in Calabasas, anyone could walk in on her. Placing the takeout container of sushi on her countertop, I began to roam around her home to find her. Following the sounds of Nina Simone, I hiked up the stairs seeing a room at the end of the hall with soft light peeking out. Pushing the door open to find her in an oversized t-shirt South Carolina State t-shirt covered in paint, she was deep into her painting. Shades of red, gray and bold black outlines stroked across a canvas that was almost taller than her.

Stepping away from her painting to analysis it, she looked up at me and jumped. “Oh my God! I thought you said you were going to call when you got here?” 

She covered her bare legs up with the hem of her shirt, and I couldn’t help but laugh at this bashfulness she possessed.

“Yeah, an hour ago. I’ve been calling, and you left the front door open,” I shook my head from side to side. “You ain’t got nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“I am something you haven’t seen before,” she sassed dropping her brushes in a mason jar of water. “I’m going to put clothes on. You can go downstairs and find a movie.”

“Don’t put clothes on account of me,” I kissed my teeth watching her walk away and feeling my man wake up a little. 

“Oh, you quit it. It ain't the kind of party."

It wasn’t long before she joined me in the living room in leggings and a hoodie. Good, I didn’t need any distractions tonight. I just wanted to eat this raw food and enjoy her company. Since she had called me out on my whoreish ways, I was trying to show her I wasn’t that guy. It was becoming very evident that I was developing something for her. I had to give Akil the courtesy of knowing, even though he didn’t give me the same.

“Thanks,” she hummed as I fumbled with my chopsticks. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to eat this shit,” I commented hearing her kiss her teeth and take them out my hand. “Do you ask?”

“No, you’re in my house.”

If she kept this up, she was going to get something else she wasn’t asking for.  “I swear, I don’t know why I come over here.”

“Because you like me.” That damn smile caused me to shift in my seat slightly, just to adjust myself. I was not going to have these basketball shorts tell on me. “Hold them like this, don’t be so rough.” Positioning my fingers around the chopstick, I nodded.

“I’m too big for this,” I huffed throwing them to the side and using my hands. “Look at that, works just as well.”

As she rolled her eyes into her head, they were bound to get stuck one day. “What was the point of me helping your ignorant ass?”

“Didn’t no one tell you to touch all up on me,” I teased making her roll her eyes again before flipping through Netflix to find a movie.

“You wish,” she mumbled.

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