SNEAK PEEK | The Enemy Between My Legs

The Enemy Between My Legs
by Stephanie L. Jones

MY INNOCENCE STOLEN

“The beauty of the past is that it is the past. The beauty of the now is to know it. The beauty of the future is to see where one is going.” ~Unknown

HOW DID I GET HERE?

After all of these years, it’s as clear in my mind as if it happened just last week. I was about five years old, and it was a beautiful summer night. Because the weather was so nice that evening, all of us children were allowed to sleep outdoors in our sleeping bags and make-shift beds. It was a simpler time, and adult supervision wasn’t necessary for such an outing. The memory of his touching me between my legs is so vivid because it was coupled with another embarrassing event; I had peed the bed. I remember lying there wrapped in those wet sheets until the next morning. I don’t know if I was more ashamed of wetting myself or of the abuse that had taken place.

NEW RELEASES | November 2008

Written Voices Blog will highlight the latest in AA Christian Fiction. We encourage you to spend quality time in God’s Word this month.

BOOK REVIEW | The Truth About Love

The Truth About Love
by Tia McCollors

If you read Zora’s Cry, then you are familiar with the friends Zora, Monet, Paula, and Belinda. They are back in this second book, facing new challenges in their lives. It’s not necessary to read the first book as The Truth About Love clearly stands on its own,

Paula has given birth to her second child, a little girl, but her husband does not believe he is the father of this child. On the other hand, Paula thinks her husband is cheating on her. Can her struggling marriage be saved?

NEW RELEASES | October 2008

Written Voices Blog will highlight the latest in AA Christian Fiction. We encourage you to spend quality time in God’s Word this month.

SNEAK PEEK | Heavenly Places

Heavenly Places
bu Kimberly Cash Tate

I told Hezekiah I wanted to live in Potomac or Chevy Chase or North Bethesda, someplace with cachet, where people had money and minded their own business. I didn’t know this for a fact, of course—that they minded their own business—but it sounded good and gave me one more reason to tick off in favor of living there. If I had had my druthers, I wouldn’t have lived anywhere near the D.C. metropolitan area. But if we had to be there, the where had to be Montgomery County, Maryland.

Montgomery County had seasoned money and grand old homes—or, in Potomac, breathtakingly newer homes. Exquisite shopping. And neighbors who would be concerned mostly with themselves and, perhaps, the fleeting question of how another black family amassed enough nickels to break bread among them. They wouldn’t get to know me, I wouldn’t get to know them. And we would revel, the neighbors and I, in perpetual aloofness.