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April Features #2 - Ashea Goldson

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The April features continue today with author Ashea Goldson.  Here's a little bit about Ashea from her web site bio:

 

 

Calling herself a "kingdom writer", she founded Goldwrite Publishing, a faith based company, where she has produced both non-fiction and poetry books. Ashea is awaiting the release of her third novel, Count It All Joy, which is the sequel to Joy Comes In The Morning, and is part of a three part joy series. She is currently working on the third and final book of the series, Let Joy Arise and Your Enemies Be Scattered along with two childrens books and other independent projects.

 

 

She also hosts a blogtalkradio show called WordThirst Literary Journal & Authors Showcase which highlights the work of like-minded authors, poets, and/or visionaries

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Joy Comes In The Morning

 

Excerpt from Joy Comes in the Morning

Prologue

(Ten years ago)

I arrived at the clinic a shivering mess. I never imagined I’d feel so alone. Ahmad was supposed to meet me there at ten o’clock, to hold my hand, even though he had never held my hands before, to talk me out of it. Ahmad was supposed to marry me and make this thing right, make this problem disappear. In my mind there was never anything fancy, just us and a judge, covering this mistake with eternal vows. It had already been at least three months, and he hadn’t even asked.

 

The sky bulged with dark, angry looking clouds, clouds that threatened to explode in

magnificent fury. I imagined that it was God’s way of expressing His disapproval. As if disapproval was a strong enough word for what God must’ve been feeling toward me. It had rained all morning as if the heavens had opened up and my clothes were soaked, but not because I didn’t have an umbrella. Oh, I had an umbrella ticked away neatly in my little canvas backpack.

 

Believe it or not I wanted to walk in the rain and be cleansed. I wanted to feel the drops one by

one chastising me. To me the rain was a kind of baptism for the sin I was about to commit. I waited an hour before I snuck inside the building, trying to reason away what was already dying inside of me. A solitary tear fell from my eye, and it meant nothing because nothing was all there was left. I glanced down at the watch on my wrist, knowing that he had missed the deadline. It was finally clear that Ahmad wasn’t coming; that he had made his choice. Unfortunately, here beneath the open sky and the eyes of God, I had to make mine.

 

Chapter Twenty Three

 

He was a vision. Ahmad was still one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. His hazel eyes, skin the color of a sun-drenched peach, and his medium brown, naturally highlighted ringlets hung about his broad shoulders. His physique was still firm, except now every inch of him seemed to be defined, like had spent every waking hour in the gym. Biceps and triceps were overwhelming my senses. Time had only enhanced him. The picture in the paper had certainly not done him any justice.

 

“Alex.” Ahmad looked directly into my eyes and stirred a million memories at once.

 

 

“Ahmad, what in the world are you doing here?” I found myself shaken.

 

 

“I’m in New York on business, and I came looking for you. I told this one lady at the

church, who I didn’t recognize, that I was an old friend of yours, and the next thing I know, two other ladies were pointing me in this direction.”

 

“You shouldn’t be here, at all,” I said.

 

 

“I’m sorry if I startled you. I just- ”

 

 

“I don’t believe this mess. ” Taylor frowned up her face. “What do you want after all

these years?”

 

“Good to see you too, Taylor.” Ahmad turned to face Taylor, then turned back to me again.

 

 

“Look, don’t play with me okay?” Taylor put her hands on her hips.

 

 

“What do you want?” I insisted. No one had time to play childish games.

 

 

“Look, I don’t want to cause any trouble.” Ahmad threw up his hands in mock surrender.

 

 

“I just want to talk to you.”

 

 

“Talk?” I found that hard to believe, considering the circumstances.

 

 

Ahmad looked around him and whispered. “Yes, talk. I need to…talk to you…in

private.”

 

“Private?” I still couldn’t believe this was happening.

 

 

“I don’t believe this mess,” Taylor repeated.

 

 

“Please.” Ahmad put his hand on my shoulder, and I thought I’d faint. A flood of

memories came to my mind, some good, some bad, and some ugly. I looked around to see if anyone was looking. Then I took his hand off of me.”

 

“Look, I can’t do this.” I put my hands up to my mouth, overcome with emotions.

 

 

“Do what? All I’m asking for is a few minutes, maybe at that coffee shop around the

corner, the one we used to go to.” Ahmad wouldn’t give up. Same Ahmad.

 

“I know the one, but…” I couldn’t believe he was standing here begging for me to go and

talk with him. What I wouldn’t have given to hear those words ten years ago.

 

“Look, she ain’t going with you nowhere, so you can just-“ Taylor got up in his face.

 

 

“No, Taylor, it’s okay. I’ll go.” I pulled her back.

 

 

“What, are you crazy? You’re going with this dude? Taylor was clearly ready to fight for me.

 

 

“Please Taylor…I’m just going around the corner for a few minutes. Take my keys, and

go on without me.” My eyes pleaded with Taylor.

 

“I’ll bring her home,” Ahmad said.

 

 

No, I’ll take a cab home.” I handed Taylor the car keys. “I’ll be okay.”

 

 

“Are you sure?” Taylor looked like she wanted to go off on him instead.

 

 

“I’m sure.” I started walking away. “I won’t be long. Go on.”

 

 

I looked behind me to make sure no one was watching me, then I disappeared with the

man, in whose hands I’d once placed my life. 

 

Amazon Buy Link:

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Web site: http://www.asheagoldson.com

April Features

Posted on April 4, 2011 at 3:02 PM Comments comments (4)

Well, I'm back from Las Vegas! Had a wonderful, wonderful time. I got my next book outlined, ate some great tood, met Brad Garrett from Everybody Loves Raymond in the MGM Grand Casino, and went sightseeing. It was exactly what I needed, but now I'm back to reality.

 

Since I am working feverishly to finish the edits on Hollywood Swinging for the May 1st release, I will be featuring some of my author buddies every other day until the end of the month.

 

My first guest is author Rhonda McKnight.  Rhonda is the author of the Black Expressions bestsellers, Secrets and LIes (Dec 2009) and An Inconvenient Friend (Aug 2010) and A Piece of Revenge from the A Woman's Revenge anthology (May 2010). She's also the owner of Legacy Editing, a free-lance editing service for fiction writers and Urban Christian Fiction Today, a popular Internet site that highlights African-American Christian fiction. When she’s not editing projects or penning her next novel, she spends time with her family. Originally from a small, coastal town in New Jersey, she’s called Atlanta, Georgia home for thirteen years.

 

You can find her at

www.rhondamcknight.net, www.facebook.com/booksbyrhonda and www.twitter.com/rhondamcknight

 

 

Sprung

A prequel to the novel, Secrets and Lies

By

Rhonda McKnight

 

"Forget it. I’m not calling.” Jonah Morgan pushed the end button on the phone and dropped onto the sofa. Faith Andrews was the woman he’d been looking for his entire adult life. All he had to do was ask her out, but he was trippin’.

 

“You need to go on and call her,” Les Abrams, his best friend channel surfed with the remote control. “Ya’ old behind is almost thirty. It’s time to get married.”

 

Jonah craned his neck in Les’s direction. They had been friends since their freshman year at Morehouse. “How you advocating marriage when all you do is complain about your wife?”

 

Les settled on the Knicks game and picked up the bowl of popcorn in front of him. “Look, negro, all I’m saying is you practically a monk. Why not give this one a try, especially since it seems like she’s not feeling you anyway. You need the challenge.”

 

Jonah reached for a pillow to his right and threw it at Les’ head. “Very funny.”

 

Les caught the object mid-flight and laughed. “You been sending flowers and trying to be all suave with this sister. She has your number and I know you ain’t seen those digits on the Caller I.D.,” Les said. “That’s a first for you. Usually your woman have to be taken away by the police and served with a restraining order.”

 

“Like you haven’t had a stalker or two in your past.”

 

“Yeah, but marriage ends all that. I mean you still got women trying to throw behind your way, but they can’t blow up your phone and wait outside your house no more.”

 

Jonah considered what Les was saying. Especially the monk part. He needed some female companionship, but he wanted someone who had a little something going on. Someone like Faith.

 

“Unless you holding out because of the kid?” Les added, with raised eyebrows.

 

Jonah thought about Faith’s seven month old. Yeah, she came as a package. “Nah, dude. I don’t have a problem with kids as long as there’s no baby daddy drama.” No chance of that, the baby’s father was dead.

 

The image of Faith floated into his mind. Not that it ever seemed to float out. He’d met her two months ago when she’d bought her son into the emergency room. He’d admitted the child into the hospital and spent time getting to know Faith while they were there. He liked her a lot. Heck, who was he kidding, a brother was sprung. “I’m going to my room to make this call,” Jonah said, standing. “I don’t need background noise.”

 

“Make it quick. They finna hoop,” Les said. “And I need you to see yaself lose this twenty we got on the game.”

 

Jonah laughed. Les was dreaming. Even the struggling Hawks would beat the Knicks this year. He entered his bedroom and dialed the number he’d committed to memory. He had to do this quick, or he’d punk out again.

 

“Hello.” Faith’s sultry voice greeted him after the third ring and caressed him like a familiar lover.

 

Jonah cleared his throat. “Faith, this is Jonah. Dr. Morgan from the hospital.”

 

She laughed, a deep, throaty, sexy sound that told him he’d said something funny, but he couldn’t imagine what. He didn’t want to be a joke. “I remember you Jonah. How could I forget? The flowers you sent have this entire apartment smelling like a garden.”

 

Relief washed over him. “Well, a brother never knows who else might be sending flowers.”

 

“How are you this evening?” she asked. So she wasn’t going to volunteer that no one else sent Valentine’s Day flowers.

 

“I’m good.” Great now that I’m hearing your incredible voice.

 

 

 

“I thought you’d be watching the game. I know you’re a diehard Hawks fan.”

 

 

 

 

And a brother was feeling like he could get some play because she remembered. “Tip off is in five minutes,” he replied. “I just wanted to call. See how you’re doing. Check on Eric.”

 

 

 

She was silent for a moment. A moment too long and he thought he’d lost her. “I’m good. Eric is fine.”

 

 

 

He’d observed that she was an excellent mother. Just the kind of woman he wanted to raise his kids. No I didn’t. He shook his head. “I’m glad to hear that, but how are you, Faith. I mean really?” Her husband had been dead almost a year and she was young; had to be hard.

 

 

 

“I’m okay.” But he noted she didn’t really sound like it. He heard something in her voice that resonated in his own. Loneliness, an ache, a feeling like you’re only half of a set of two. He was sick of it.

 

 

 

“Look, Faith. I think it’s kind of obvious that I’m attracted to you.” Halfway there. “ I’d like you to have dinner with me.” Bam, there it was. He wasn’t a punk. She’d have to be crazy to say no. I’m a black doctor. Every woman wants me. Right?

 

 

 

“Jonah, I’m flattered, but I don’t know. I,” she hesitated. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to start dating again.”

 

 

 

Jonah took a deep breath. Okay, so every woman doesn’t want him. He was going to have to push harder. She was just scared. Scared to stick her foot in the pool, scared the water would be cold. There was nothing about him that would shock her nerve endings. He just had to get her to stick her toe out. “Don’t think of it as a date. Think of it as dinner between friends.”

 

 

 

She laughed again, “I haven’t known you long enough to call you a friend.”

 

 

 

“Funny, I feel like I’ve known you all my life.” Did he think that or say it? He said it. Faith wasn’t responding. Cool points were way down. He took a deep breath. “Friday night, seven. I promise I won’t bite. We’ll have dinner, and I can get tickets to that Jazzy Sleeping Beauty Show.”

 

 

 

She’d told him she loved ethnic ballet, and tickets were hard to get. He had a hook-up. Les’s wife was on the Atlanta Arts Council.

 

 

 

“Very tempting.”

 

 

 

Jonah could hear a smile in her voice. He could see it in his memory. Cool points had to come up with Ballethnic tickets. “I’m trying my very best,” he said. He liked this woman. Liked that she wasn’t dying to go out with him. Liked that he had to work for it.

 

 

 

A long pause and then a promising murmur. “It would be nice to get out.”

 

 

 

Yes. Jonah’s fist went up victoriously. “Okay, then I’ll see you at let’s say seven on Friday.”

 

 

 

“Seven is good.”

 

 

 

Jonah reentered the living room, poked out his chest and flashed a wide grin. Les scanned him from head to toe and took another sip of his drink. “Sucker. You’ll be married by this time next year.”

 

 

 

Jonah guffawed as his backside hit the sofa. He couldn’t help thinking that didn’t sound half bad.

 

 

When my debut novel, Secrets and Lies, opens Jonah and Faith Morgan have been married for ten years. Here’s a little about the book.

 

 

 

Faith Morgan is struggling with her faith. Years of poor communication and neglect leave her doubting that God will ever fix her marriage. When a coworker accuses her husband, Jonah, of the unthinkable, Faith begins to wonder if she really knows him at all, and if it’s truly in God’s will for them to stay married.

 

 

 

Pediatric cardiologist Jonah Morgan is obsessed with one thing: his work. A childhood incident cemented his desire to heal children at any cost, even his family, but now he finds himself at a crossroads in his life. Will he continue to allow the past to haunt him, or find healing and peace in a God he shut out long ago?

Interview Day!

Posted on March 28, 2011 at 2:00 PM Comments comments (0)

 

Today I'm being interviewed over at Romance Author Hotspot!

 

 

 

Please drop by for a chance to win a Hot Fun prize package.

 

Limited Time Price Reduction!

Posted on March 27, 2011 at 4:50 PM Comments comments (0)

In anticipation of the May 1st release of Hollywood Swinging, the price of Hot Fun in the Summertime, is reduced from $3.99 to $1.99 on Kindle, Nook and Google e-Books for a limited time only!

 

 

Buy links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004DI7KI0

Barnes & Noble: http://tinyurl.com/4u42rwl

Google eBooks: http://tinyurl.com/4mt6nw4

More birthday pics!

Posted on March 27, 2011 at 4:20 PM Comments comments (0)

I completely forgot that I said I'd post pictures from my birthday lunch at the Atlanta Westin, so here are a few. Can you tell we had a great time?

Daughter #2 and Son-in-law

Three of my five grandkids

Hubby, sister and niece

Me and Daughter #1

View from our table

Happy Birthday to Me!

Posted on March 20, 2011 at 7:20 AM Comments comments (4)

GUESS ...

WHERE ...

I'M ...

GOING!!!!!!

Yesterday, I thought I was having an early birthday lunch with my youngest daughter. She wouldn't tell me where we were going, so my husband drove to our mysterious location while I finished reading a book on my Kindle. When I looked up, we were parking across the street from the Westin Hotel in downtown Atlanta.

 

My daughter and her husband met us in the lobby and took us up to the 72nd floor where the elegant revolving Sun Dial restaurant sits overlooking the city. Once we got upstairs, I was so busy taking in the skyline, I didn't see my whole family at the table until they yelled, "Surprise!"

 

 

Well, to say I was shocked is an understatement. It was enough that I was finally having lunch at a place I've wanted to eat for 15 years. After a wonderful lunch with a 360-degree view of the metropolitan area (and we had a gorgeous, sunny day), we shared my favorite dessert -- the chocolate ganache cake from Publix bakery.

 

 

 

To top it off, they blessed me with an all-expense-paid trip to Las Vegas! I'll be leaving on March 30th for four days! My head is still spinning ...

 

 

 

My sister took care of every detail. She even made sure I have an upper level room with a view of the Vegas strip.

 

This was the most wonderful birthday I've ever had, and I am so thankful I have such a wonderful family. My two brothers weren't able to attend. One still lives in New Jersey, and the other had this three boys for the weekend, but they each contributed to the trip.

 

I'll have actual pictures they took later on today.

 

Thank you family! I love you all ...

 

 

 

 

 

Book Club Selection

Posted on March 18, 2011 at 6:24 AM Comments comments (0)

I am so excited! The Jumpseat Bookclub has chosen Hot Fun in the Summertime as their debut selection!

 

Jumpseat is a new bookclub for flight attendants from all over the world. The club gets its name from aircraft, jump seats - which are officially termed auxiliary crew stations - can be located in cockpits or passenger cabins. In cockpits, jump seats are provided for individuals who are not operating the aircraft. These might include trainee pilots, off-duty crew members in transition to another airport. (Wikipedia.org)

 

 

This Virtual Club was founded on the basis that Flight Attendants love to read. They spend countless hours waiting for flights, reading before, during and after.

 

 

 

 

Thank you ladies, for choosing my book!

Fun Friday!

Posted on March 11, 2011 at 11:33 AM Comments comments (3)

It's been a long time since I posted a Fun Friday entry, so here's some pre-weekend silliness for you!

 

 

Why I'm divorced . . .

 

Last week was my birthday and I didn't feel very well waking up on that morning.. I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, 'Happy Birthday!', and possibly have a small present for me.

 

 

As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone ' Happy Birthday.' I thought.... well, that's marriage for you.

 

 

But the kids.... they will remember. My kids came bounding downstairs to breakfast and didn't say a word..

 

 

So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent. As I walked into my office, my secretary Jane said, 'Good Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday ! '

 

 

It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered. I worked until one o'clock , when Jane knocked on my door and said, 'You know, It's such a beautiful day outside, and it is your birthday. What do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me..'

 

 

I said, 'Thanks, Jane, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's go !'

 

 

We went to lunch, but we didn't go where we normally would go. She chose instead at a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.

 

 

On the way back to the office, Jane said, 'You know, It's such a beautiful day... We don't need to go straight back to the office, do we ?'

 

 

I responded, 'I guess not. What do you have in mind ?'

 

 

She said, 'Let's drop by my apartment. It's just around the corner..'

 

 

After arriving at her apartment, Jane turned to me and said,' Boss, if you don't mind, I'm going to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I'll be right back.'

 

 

'Ok.' I nervously replied. She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out carrying a huge birthday cake ...

 

 

Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing 'Happy Birthday'.

 

 

And I just sat there.... on the couch.....

 

 

Naked.

 

OMG!

Posted on March 10, 2011 at 9:38 AM Comments comments (0)

Hot Fun just received the best review yet from Miz Love & Crew!  http://tinyurl.com/4jodnpx   She gave me her permission to copy it here.

 

 

Hot Fun in the Summertime is a great read where each of the main characters have a chapter to themselves, giving me as the reader a chance to get to know everyone really well. First person has a way of showing me a deeper understanding of the characters, so I was doubly pleased to find a 1st-person book that was also well written with voices that sprang off the pages. Gotta love some deep and meaningful prose, people!

 

 

Hot Fun in the Summertime by Chicki Brown

 

 

 

Each character has visited the beach house to spend the summer doing what they love—delving into their creative passions while at the same time getting together and relaxing away from their everyday lives. I wanted a bit of that, let me tell ya, but as me going away for a whole summer is out of the question, I settled for living through these characters.

 

Inevitably, romance blooms (love it!), and each person discovers new things about themselves and the ones they fall in love with. Every great book has a dilemma, a tragedy, something for the characters to get over/past, and Hot Fun in the Summertime is no exception. Getting so deep into the characters’ point of views lent the book a sharp edge, in my opinion (oh yeah, I'm entitled to it lol), which made the angst and drama all the more poignant for me. No plot spoilers—it’s better that you read for yourself what befalls this band of people and how they cope with it. If I tell you, I'd have to do it Mission Impossible style, where the note blows up and takes you with it. Yeah, top-secret plotness going on here.

 

The house looked great sitting atop the sand dunes with a bright border of red tiger lilies outlining the wrap-around porch.

 

The reality of karma in our lives was no joke. She was only attracting what she’d put out in her own life.

 

The house was so quiet when I started fixing dinner on Friday, I could hear the waves outside, a sound usually drowned out by conversation, music or those yapping men on ESPN.

 

The private room faced east, and someone had angled the blinds slightly to allow sunlight into the room.

 

I had always wanted Doc to appreciate my intelligence, but now I wanted him to find me desirable…

 

Hot Fun in the Summertime has some fantastic descriptions and scene-setting, but the icing on the cake for me (big azz cake with a cherry on top too) was being able to understand everyone so clearly and see some of myself in them, making me empathise, nod, smile, and want to cry for them. Oh yeah, bring on the introspection here as you think about what you'd do in their situations. There are some “real” aspects in Hot Fun in the Summertime that rang true for me, bringing me even closer to the people. For example, not being able to get a loan or credit because your rating is shot to pieces. Not knowing whether to tell other people of your suspicions in case you’d got it wrong—the turmoil that goes with such suspicions; should I, shouldn’t I say? What if I’m right and me keeping quiet makes everything worse? I loved the little touches like that. A superb read. Really, really good.

 

 


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