This Can’t Be Us – Spice Anthology

Friday, September 14, 2018


“When did you stop loving my mother,” Li’l Greg asked.

The kids, all six of them, seemed to work each other’s nerves and their parents’ too,a few of them didn’t respect Greg and Karen’s marriage. After one year, it was time to stop ignoring the issues. The weekends were the only time when they were guaranteed to be in the same house. 

“I won’t discuss the issues that destroyed our marriage,” Greg continued. “That’s not the purpose of the meeting. If you want to know the details, you should take that up with her.” Greg snatched up his glass of orange juice almost spilling some. He stormed into the spacious family room and plopped down on the leather couch.

Li’l Greg pushed back from the table; ten pairs of younger eyes following his progression as he joined his father in the family room. He dropped onto the ottoman across from Greg, leaned in elbows resting on his knees. “When can I divorce you?” he asked, as his chest puffed out. 

Greg’s hope seemed to disappear when his broad shoulders fell, his lips pressed in a disapproving line. 

“You left and now you want us to come over here and play Brady Bunch with y’all every weekend?” the teen snapped. “I’m not doing my mama like that.”

As usual everyone, all the way down to the seven-year-old, let Li’l Greg spew his anger speaking for the crew; the only time they seemed united. 

“It ain’t nothing to do out here,” he said, with a sweeping gesture of his lanky arm, “all the way out in the boondocks. It’s like you’re trying to change who you are. But, we’re still the same.” He jabbed a finger in his chest. “You can’t change me. You can’t change us.” 

And just when Karen didn’t think the man/child could go any further, a comment, which in her house growing up could’ve gotten her teeth knocked out, was blurted out of Li’l Greg’s mouth and in his father’s ear. “And she ain’t my mother,” gesturing in Karen’s direction as though referring to some trick in the street.

Karen gripped the edge of the dining room table.

Greg lunged toward his son, screaming, “You’re out of line.” He pulled up short, mere inches from his son. “Get it straight; your mother stopped loving me, not the other way around. When will you understand that?” Greg’s sudden movement wiped the smug look off his son’s face. 

Li’l Greg didn’t respond. His expression went from arrogant to humble. Even though his towering stature meant he could’ve stared directly into his father’s eyes, he wisely avoided his glare. He had been all mouth a few minutes earlier, but he wasn’t that crazy. 

When Karen angled to place herself between the two Gregs, Ava looked up to see who would make the first move and what the move would be, her eyes poised to type. At fourteen, she never said much but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a voice. Karen was totally aware that the tween was her mother’s spy. 

She only came over to the house so that she could provide information to Greg’s ex since information about what happened under their roof always found its way into Nicole’s ear and out of her mouth. If Karen received more than a “hi” or “bye” from Ava, that was a good day. Karen was a non-factor in Ava’s life and she made sure to show it at every point. 

Karen’s fifteen-year-old son, Jalen, stepped forward to speak but paused for a moment. He was what most people would consider a nerd, but the Black Lives Movement had given him a certain bravado that he’d never had. Ta-Nehisi Coates had replaced the science fiction on his bookshelf.
Jalen removed the white earbuds from his ears, in what Karen thought would be an effort to defuse the stand-off. Instead, Jalen erupted with a surprising, “Ma, you like this dude. We don’t have to.” 

Wait. What? This dude?

Counting to ten first, Karen didn’t address his disrespect toward Greg, the man of the house. Because if it was a diversion, it worked. Greg turned his head away from his son and glared at hers. His face became a mask of confusion. 

She’d talk to Jalen later and get him straight on the proper way to address his stepfather, but at least Greg wasn’t about to stomp a hole in his own son.

Greg’s stare bounced between Karen’s son and his, before he snatched his keys from the coffee table. “Karen, I’ll be back.”

“Wait.” Karen tried to grab his arm before he stormed out of the house. Unfortunately, the only thing she caught was the smell of freshly mowed grass as the storm door slammed in her face. She pushed it open and yelled, “Where are you going?”

Greg jumped in his SUV. The passenger side window lowered. “I need some fresh air.”

Karen needed the same.

The next thing she heard was the tires screeching as he sped up the street.

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The Spice of Life

Thursday, September 13, 2018


Here's my contribution to the Spice Anthology ...


Nyoka’s thoughts wandered to Anif as she chatted with the celebrity chef who had the next guest slot on the morning show. Days later, she was still thinking about that handsome Jamaican author who had swept in and captured her with one simple look and intriguing conversations. 

As the filming progressed, she leaned against a wall watching, but her mind drifted to Anif. She breathed in hard, remembering the hint of cinnamon on his breath and the shape of his juicy lips surrounded by the stubble on his face.

The segment ended and she roused herself. The last time she’d been interested in someone, she’d gone overboard. Given her current situation, who had time for that?

He’d be a nice diversion though, as long as he doesn’t get too close.

When she got to the lobby, Judith, the other makeup artist, brushed shoulders with her on the way into the building. She smiled wide, but the gleam in her eyes put Nyoka on alert. “Haven’t seen you since you came back from the coffee shop the other day.”

“I’ve been around,” Nyoka said, but a boulder dropped in her stomach. 

The woman had seen her with Anif.

As her mother would say, Judith was dangerous, like a snake in the grass.

In the open air, Nyoka inhaled the summer. This was part of what she liked about Miami, the weather was similar to home. Minutes later, she skipped up the steps to her ground-level townhouse and instead of going next door to Aunt Gem’s house, she went home. Her heart ached knowing Gabrielle was a few feet away, but it was better to visit the clinic before collecting the baby. If she stopped in, Gabrielle would fuss when she left again. The thought made her teary, but Nyoka threw her bag on the bed, then stepped in the shower. She had a thing about getting clean before going in for treatment.

While Nyoka was bathing, Sierra, her bestie, came into the apartment using her key. Her job as a flight attendant meant she kept odd hours, but she was dependable and supportive. 

After her shower, Nyoka found Sierra sitting on the bed. She had slicked her naturally wavy hair away from her face and her deep-brown complexion and bright eyes glowed with health. Pointing to the clothes on the bed, Sierra said, “You’re going out for treatment?”

Nyoka nodded. “Yep, today’s the day. Remember I’m doing it at home soon.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve blocked it on my calendar,” Sierra confirmed.

“Great.” In the mirror, Nyoka threw her a smile. “What if I told you I met a cool Jamaican guy today?”

Sierra’s jaw dropped open, then she squealed. “For real?”

“Uh-huh. He’s a writer who did a segment on the show this morning.”

“Are you seeing more of him?”

Smiling wide, Nyoka teased Sierra. “Maybe.”

“Come on, spill it.”

“There’s nothing to tell yet. But, if I go and mess about with him I could lose my job. The station frowns on staff and clients fraternizing. Anyway, you know how I feel about men and relationships.”

Sierra sucked her teeth. “Pschaw. Don’t let your experience with that bum make you miss out on a good thing.”

“Honestly, after the way he used me for a leg-up with his career, it’s not easy to trust anybody.”

“I know, but it’s been almost two years,” Sierra said, “and you got a beautiful daughter out of it.”

The thought of Gaby softened Nyoka’s heart. “True that.”

“Enjoy the ride and forget that wanna-be photographer,” Sierra said, “He isn’t worth your time.”

“Good advice. I think I’ll take it.”

At the clinic, Nyoka had time to think but she hated letting DeWayne occupy space in her head and hoped he wouldn’t turn out to be a problem. He’d followed her Instagram account and liked pictures of Gabrielle. The message he sent yesterday jarred her.

Can I see my daughter?

She hadn’t responded and didn’t plan to acknowledge him.

The door of the treatment room opened and the technician entered to check the machine and her vitals.

Nyoka rested against the back of the chair, swiped the screen on the Kindle, and checked her social media accounts. Two additional messages from DeWayne awaited her on Instagram.

I need to talk to you.


If you haven’t changed your number, I’ll call you later today.

Her heart thumped in a slow, painful rhythm.

Nothing good could come of him contacting her. After ending their relationship without a word, what reason did he have to talk to her now?

In the anthology, SPICE, readers get a taste of the most anticipated fiction offerings of the year. Readers will enjoy this eclectic blend that will stay with you long after the pages have been turned.  


Heaven Can be Hell by Pat G’Orge Walker – Spice Anthology

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

From the Spice Anthology.


Heaven Foxx thought she was on top of her sex game until she meets the Rev. Averic Domingo; a young man handsome enough to grace the cover of a fashion magazine but much too attached to his pulpit. The good Reverend preached against having any type of kinky sex until Heaven walked into his life. She is hell bent on showing him just how wrong he had been. They both have met their match and have a lot to lose when they find out ... Heaven Can Be absolute Hell!



Story Notes: Heaven Can be Hell

I wanted to show what could happen when a confident, carnal-minded woman works her magic to seduce a sexually inhibited reverend. She got him but now can she keep him if God wants him too, kinky-free? It answers the question ... is the bed ever defiled between a consenting husband and wife when their explorations go outside the regular “missionary” position.

Pat G'Orge-Walker, aka Sister Betty, multi-award winning Essence and National best selling author, Christian Comedienne published by Kensington Books, a recording industry veteran, and former member of Arlene Smith & the Chantels. A recent transplant from Long Island, NY to North Carolina.

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In the anthology, SPICE readers get a taste of the most anticipated fiction offerings of the year. Readers will enjoy this eclectic blend that will stay with you long after the pages have been turned.
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Carnal Confections

Tuesday, September 11, 2018


Coming soon ... 


About Carnal Confections

Caressa Sidaná is a chocolatier magnate, expanding her family’s empire into new and exciting directions. She has more than a few tempting options vying for her attention—in the boardroom and the bedroom. Unbeknownst to her, one of those plans unearths sins from her father’s past that could threaten the company’s future. Can Caressa indulge in her confections—literally and figuratively—sate her palate, and keep her company safe?

Story Notes: Carnal Confections
The uniqueness of my story within this anthology is the fact that my leading lady is Eritrean, but she does not conform to what she describes as the “antiquated” mentality of the men who live in that country. She wields power as adeptly as a man would, including when it comes to the men in her life. This was a fun journey for me to step away from a typical United States locale and play with other cultures for a change, with an ending that I think readers will find interesting.

Shakir Rashaan is the author of the national bestselling novel In Service to the Senator, Unthinkable, the national bestselling series the Nubian Underworld, the Kink, P.I. series, and the upcoming novel, The Devil’s All-American. He is also developing projects under the pen name PK Rashaan. You can find out more about Rashaan at www.ShakirRashaan.com and connect via social media at Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Pinterest.

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Sweet Summer Breeze by Anita L. Roseboro – Sugar Anthology

Monday, September 10, 2018


Coming soon ...

Summer gasped at the sound of her voice, wondering how could a dead woman be on the other end of the line?

“Summer, are you there?”

Summer was shaken. Karen Reynolds had been her best friend since middle school. They were tight as sisters and could pass as twins. They shared everything until one day Karen took it too far and thought sharing extended to Summer’s boyfriend.

“What the hell do you want?” Summer said, sitting up in bed, thoroughly awakened in the middle of a good night’s sleep.

“You need to know why I disappeared.”

“I’m more interested in why you reappeared,” she snapped. “I can give you directions to my house. I’ll be here waiting.”

“That’s not necessary,” she replied. “I made an appointment in your office for tomorrow.”

Summer had checked her calendar before leaving and was sure Karen’s name was not on the list, only a Charity was penciled in, a woman who’d been cagey about her reason for wanting to see Summer, but had cancelled multiple times. “Is this personal or business?”

“Personal and business.” Karen’s phone disconnected.

Summer rushed downstairs to the lower level of her townhouse, opened her laptop, after a few clicks and searches, brought up the article about Karen’s car crash. Now she had to wonder who was in the car because Karen was somehow on this side of the grave.


At exactly noon, Summer’s assistant escorted Charity into the office and gently closed the door upon her exit. As suspected, Charity was actually Karen, with a little cosmetic surgery and nearly fifteen years thrown in. Summer pulled the papers and slid them across her desktop. She had grown tired of this masquerade, thinking it was time to play a little of her hand. “Karen, do you want to tell me why you’re really here?”

Charity was silent for a long time, then she let out a long sigh, “Here I thought I had you fooled, but all along I’ve been the fool.”

“The voice and the mole were the dead giveaways for me. Everything else is different, but I know that trouble follows you wherever you go.”

Charity’s expression morphed from anger to relief. “Seemingly it does.”

“Tell me the whole story? Why’d you come here?”

“Your father sent me to find you.”

Summer smirked at the response. “You and I both know my father’s dead.”

“No, he isn’t. He’s in prison for the murder of the man who hurt you as a kid. Telling you that he was dead was a lie told to you to protect you.

Now that took the wind out of Summer’s sails. “How can you prove any of that? I have no reason to believe you whatsoever.”

Charity opened the folder she brought in with her, pulled out several pictures and spread them out in front of Summer

“Juan Carlos had them delivered to your father,” she explained. “Thinking it would buy his silence and cooperation. Everything I’m telling you can be verified in the documents your mom sent you before she died. The cartel went after you to keep your father in line. Your mother had lied to protect you, Summer. I didn’t know you all were in witness protection. When I tried to make up for what I’d done by finding your father, it led them right to you.” Charity took in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “It’s my fault your mom died.”

No sooner than the words were out of her mouth, three men burst through the door. The first one Charity recognized as a man who’d she spotted at the coffee shop she frequented.

“Ladies,” Juan Carlos said rubbing the tip of his gun on Summer’s face.

Summer turned her face, wishing she had brought her own weapon with her today. He moved on to Charity and rubbed the gun around the baby.

“What do you want?” Summer growled.

“Oh, besides the kid? I think she already told you what I want. Didn’t you, doll?” Juan Carlos kissed Charity across her lips.

Summer tried to gauge Charity’s expression but couldn’t tell if she was disgusted or if the frown was because she’d been busted. “So, you’ve been working for him all along?”



About Sweet Summer Breeze

Summer is still mending a broken heart from a relationship that ended long before its expiration date. When she runs into her ex, Devon, he tells her the most devastating news she’s heard since her mother was murdered. Then she learns that a mysterious woman, with ties to Devon, is stalking her under the guise of becoming a client. Summer now has to figure out if she’s been targeted as her mother had been.

Devon, promised to love Summer forever. Unfortunately, forever came much too soon when she made it clear that they had different goals in life and love. After their breakup and a few drinks, he finds himself engaged and soon to be a father with a woman he barely knows. The more Summer and Devon fight their feelings for each while they uncover the truth behind the mysterious situations that occurs, the more they are drawn together. Now with new developments that are not in his control, he must face Summer and risk breaking her heart again, while figuring out the secrets that his new wife is keeping.

Karen has infiltrated Summer's life, trying to right old wrongs. She will do anything to save the child she carries, even sacrifice herself to put it in the hands of a woman who will protect it from a man who wants the child—and her—for his own lurid purposes. How long can she hide in plain sight, redeem herself in Summer’s eyes, before all that is hidden comes to the light?

Devon and Summer are soon confronted with the fact that one woman holds the keys from a dangerous past and an even more devastating future.


Story Notes: Sweet Summer Breeze

My process for this story wasn’t the greatest. I started this story many years ago with different names and a different scenario. After developmental editing, the story took shape into more than I could’ve dreamed. Now reading the story in the final stages and growing from the put from veteran authors in the project, I’ve become stronger as a writer and am applying what I’ve learned to a work in progress.

Anita L. Roseboro, a native of North Carolina. She has a B.S. degree in MIS (Management Information Systems) and a Master’s in Business Administration from Gardner-Webb University and the University of Phoenix respectively. The road has finally curved to the path
of her life-long dream of writing, she stands ready to take on the world as she lends her devotion and passion to her own life long motivations.

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Forever Mine - Sunday Sample

Sunday, September 9, 2018

#SundaySample Haven't got a copy of the Without Limits Boxed Set as yet? Here's a sample of why you should. . lrd.to/WihoutLimits

I chided myself for filling my mind with work when I was supposed to be relaxing. My phone pinged and I dug it out of my bag.

Scott.

I thought he'd given up, since I hadn't heard from him since Friday. I opened the messaging screen and read what he'd written.

Where are you?

I sucked my teeth. Why did he need to know?

As I squinted at the screen, the phone rang. It had to be him calling. Before I consciously thought about what I was doing, my thumb swiped the screen. I put the phone to my ear and pulled in a breath, but Scott got a word in before I did.

“Vaughn?”

“Yes.”

“Where are you?”

“Why?”

“Because I'm outside your door and you're not home.”

“Why are you there?”

“Do you really need to ask that? Did you expect me to leave things hanging?”

When I didn't answer, he drew in a breath. “I see.”

“What do you want?”

“I'll give you one guess.” When I didn't say anything more, he went on, “So, where are you and Angel at?”

“The beach.”

“Which?”

His question smacked me in the face. He really was back.
“Vaughn?”

“Yes, sorry. Hellshire. The same one.”

“I'm coming.”

“Scott, wait!”

He was gone.

I frowned at the phone, wondering if he'd lost his mind. A smile started at one corner of my mouth and despite my effort to hold it in, it broke free. “Crazy man,” I muttered, laying the phone next to me.

Angel sat up, rubbing her eyes. “You were talking in my sleep.”

“Sorry, but I'm not so sorry because if you slept any longer you wouldn't go to sleep tonight.”

She stretched and grabbed her bucket and shovel. “Grandma, let's build another castle.”

I took the bucket from her. “Let's get the water. Maybe by the time we come back, Mom will be awake.”

“I'm not sleeping,” she said, with her eyes closed and a slur in her speech.

“Right. We'll be back in a minute.”

We fetched the water and the construction was up and running seconds later.

Leaning against an almond tree, I watched Mom and Angel. As I hugged my legs, my thoughts drifted to Scott. Since his call, I'd deliberately kept my mind off him but my insides were humming as if a colony of moths had been set free and was trying to find a way out.

One minute, I was dying to see Scott and then a moment would pass and I'd be resentful. Maybe Scott returning was a good thing. At least I'd know where things stood between us.

Time passed and I wondered if he'd really be here or whether his call was a figment of my imagination. When Angel got to her feet and yelled, “Uncle Scott, you got the Jesus slippers,” I craned my neck as my heart pumped faster.

Here's hoping you enjoyed that excerpt. There are more wonderful stories in the Without Limits set. Pick up your copy at lrd.to/WithoutLimits

#IWSG Post

Wednesday, September 5, 2018


It’s the first Wednesday of the month and time for another posting of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group! Time to release our fears to the world – or offer encouragement to those who are feeling neurotic. If you’d like to join us, click on the above link and sign up. Visit as many blogs as you can today and leave a comment to encouragement someone else.

The co-hosts for the September 5 posting of the IWSG are Toi Thomas, T. Powell Coltrin, M.J. Fifield, and Tara Tyler!

SEPTEMBER 5th QUESTION: What publishing path are you considering/did you take, and why?

My first experience with publishing was through a publishing house, but around 2011 when self-publishing was not as big as it is today, I decided to self-publish a collection of short stories. Since then, I've also published the three books that reverted to me from my publishers. I've also been in several anthologies with other writers.

Most have been good experiences and I've taken on new challenges which have taught me so much over the years.

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Without Limits - Coming to a Platform Near You!

Monday, August 27, 2018

It's been a while since I posted. It seems I'm slacking off more and more with posting, but I have news!

My next release will be on September 4, and is included in the boxed set Without Limits. My contribution is Forever Mine. Here's the blurb:-


After being betrayed by his fiancée, Scott Fine isn't about to trust another woman.

Shevaughn Young escaped from her marriage to a control freak and isn’t planning to give up her independence a second time.


A mix up with their hotel booking throws them together and Scott and Shevaughn realize they want the same thing—an interlude with no strings attached.


That’s until their connection turns into something they didn’t anticipate. Now they’re hard pressed to keep their passion from flaring out of control and into something that looks like forever.



And for the boxed set:-


Love, Passion and Desire.



All powerful and often times uncontrollable emotions. Not knowing when they will strike or the depths that they’ll reach, it can be scary, exciting and in some instances completely consuming. 

Exciting and scary all at the same time, love takes hold when least expected, proving that love is colorblind.


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Sunday Sample - The Long Game

Sunday, August 12, 2018


Nothing sent me running faster than a woman trying to tie me down in a relationship before we'd been out a half-dozen times. Corinne wasn't demanding, and I liked that.

My thoughts fizzled when the doors opened. I raised one hand to allow what's-her-name to get off ahead of me.

She smiled again and walked alongside me to the front door of the building.

"Catch you tomorrow," I said, as a prelude to parting ways with her.

"Um, my car isn't working and I was wondering … "

I didn't hear anything else, but worked my brain to come up with a way to get out of giving her a ride. "I have to make a stop and I have someone waiting for me."

"I don't live far from here, so I won't take you out of your way."

"Where d'you live?"

She told me her address, which would take me out of my way since the supermarket where I liked to shop lay in the opposite direction. I should have given her an excuse, but I'd feel terrible about leaving her stranded. In any event, she must have planned to go to the bus stop before she ran into me. At times like these, I cursed my father for his insistence on teaching me things that always got me trapped in situations like these.

Be a gentleman, no matter what.

Never leave a lady, or anyone who needs your help, stranded.

The good you do always comes back to you.

Going against what I wanted, I told her to wait in front of the building and brought my van around.

She climbed in and being who I was, my gaze went to her legs, where her skirt was hiked up to mid-thigh. Her legs reminded me of rich, dark chocolate and before I could blink, I'd come up with a compliment that was sure to soften her up.

But I never said a word.

Since I wasn't looking for any trouble, I stuck my eyeballs back inside my head and focused on the cars ahead of me.

"So is it true you have more women than you know what to do with?"

Frowning, I took my eyes off the road which was bumper-to-bumper with traffic. "What did you say?"

"You have a reputation. I was checking to see if everything I hear is true."

"Why would you believe any of that?"

"You're a good-looking guy and the rumor is that you're never out with the same woman more than a couple of times."

Laughing, I glanced at her. "That's far from accurate."

"So you're saying there is at least a grain of truth in there somewhere?"

"I'm not saying anything. I might incriminate myself."

"And here I was, beginning to think you were salvageable."

I didn’t say anything, but I was disgusted. Why did people form opinions based on hearsay and little else? Yes, I stayed busy with women, but I did the best I could to keep my private life out of the office.

My annoyance had more to do with her words sounding like something Ayisha would say than anything else. The woman at my side had pushed me back into the weekend without trying and now I was teed off and couldn't wait to get rid of her.

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Two Steps Past The Altar...

Tuesday, August 7, 2018



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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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