Sunday, May 30, 2010

Fat Kills

Fat Kills

By: K.Reid

An urban thriller set in the Washington Metropolitan area.

Published: December 2009

Publisher: K.Reid Productions

204 pages


Mia Nickole Rose is a beautiful, full-figured, witty, aspiring songstress who feels stuck in her unfulfilling life. A struggling artist in Washington D.C.’s metropolitan area desperate to make ends meet, Mia’s life spirals horrifyingly out of control, deep into a world of insanity and murder when she is invited to a party that she will never forget. She is offered an ultimatum and, in exchange for her life, takes on a job working for a serial killer hell-bent on vengeance. Mia’s struggles with her finances and self-esteem become minute, while she focuses to stay sane, unharmed and alive.

Mia’s new “employer” will stop at nothing to keep her in his grasp. While the soundtrack of her life plays in the background, Mia is forced to distance herself from family, friends and even the love of her life in order to protect them from her hidden secrets.

Fat Kills is a must-read which will leave its audience astonished, angry and afraid. Yes, very afraid…


K.Reid is a native of Washington D.C but was raised primarily in Kettering, a small enclave in Maryland’s Prince George’s County. She graduated from Suitland High School and then went on to earn a bachelor's degree in print journalism from Howard University. Currently, she is pursuing her master's degree in Organizational Communications at Bowie State University.

A local girl, through and through, K.Reid enjoys rooting for her favorite sports team, the Washington Redskins. Additionally, her hobbies include watching political commentary, listening to music and reading. Some of her favorite writers and inspirations include Anita Shreve, J.K. Rowling, V.C. Andrews, Sister Souljah and Dan Brown.

K.Reid is currently pursuing several endeavors which include singing, music production, acting, screenwriting and directing. Fat Kills is her first novel. An entrepreneur at heart, she is the CEO of K.Reid Productions and is the co-founder of Transcend. Event Management & Consulting.

Chapter 2 Snippet

Mia grabbed the directions to the house in Fort Washington and hopped on the beltway towards Richmond. She turned on her iPod and cranked the O'Jays “Money” followed by Mickey Factz “Good Money.” Mia sang along and blasted the third song, “Hussel.”

Damn, this shit cranks. Glad I got over my obsession with “Paper Planes” and listened to M.I.A.'s whole CD. She is vicious as hell and her lyrics are tight as shit. It's true that money ain't everything, but everyone I know thinks about hustlin’ all the time. Makin' that paper is the only way to live comfortably, and comfort is the key to true happiness.

Her stomach fluttered with butterflies as her nerves went to war with her body.

I hope these fools aren’t crazy and don't try to kill me.

Mia laughed at her twisted humor.

I know I’m going to be the fattest one there as usual. I’m bad as hell, though. Fuck those people. I can’t second guess myself, especially when I need this money. Damn, I’m thirsty as hell but my bladder is the worst and I’m not trying to piss every five seconds when I get there.

Mia’s bladder was notoriously weak to the point where her Howard U friends nicknamed her “Pissy Lala” whenever they partied in Adams Morgan. Many drunken nights had ended with Mia marking her territory in random areas along 18th Street.

She arrived in an older neighborhood that screamed money. Fort Washington had its suspect parts, but there were really nice areas that had huge mansions, manicured lawns, and swimming pools. Mia was awestruck and wished she could afford a big ass house like these.

At least my parents have almost made it to this point although they are struggling like crazy to keep both of their houses.

She pulled around the back of the house and parked her truck.

Let me get this shit over with.

Mia walked up to the door, grabbed a piece of Stride gum out of her purse, and applied a last-minute coat of lip gloss to her full lips. She rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer.

Go get 'em girl.

A tall, slim man came to the door and she thought she saw a brief look of shock in his eyes.

“You must be Mia, I’m Gio. Please come in.”

“Hi Gio, nice to meet you.”

“God, you have a beautiful smile, you have a beautiful everything,” he replied as he looked her up and down.

She thanked him and walked into the house.

Damn this is some nice shit!

She walked into the foyer and peeped the opulence. The soft scents of patchouli and peaches filled her nose, and she stood still for a moment to take everything in. The Oriental rugs screamed expensive, so Mia decided to walk on the hardwood floor instead.

“Everyone is in the room to your right. You are the last guest to arrive so we’ll all talk in about 30 minutes, after everyone has had time to mingle. Can I get you a drink?” he asked.

“Oh, no thank you. I’m good,” she replied as she thought about her weak bladder.

Damn I’m thirsty as hell, but I want to get in, listen to this fool, and get out with my money.

“Are you sure? “Everyone else is drinking. It might ease your nerves.”

“Oh naw, I’m sure. I’m not a big drinker,” she replied.

“Well, I have water and juice if you like. Just let me know.”

Mia politely declined again and walked into the room where everyone mingled in small groups. The room was a soft shade of purple, and had full-length windows that had the softest, golden-colored, velvet curtains she had ever seen. She smiled as she walked around the room taking in the scene. Soft familiar music played in the background.

Is that The Foreign Exchange's "House of Cards?" What do they know about muthafuckin Phonte??? That is my shit!

She felt more at ease and began singing softly as she focused her attention on the food. There were large fruit spreads all around the room, and chicken and beef kabobs with yellow rice on the side.

Damn, that shit looks good as hell. I would fuck up at least 10 of those kabobs, and I looove yellow rice. Fuck that, my stomach is already messin’ wit' me. I ain’t eatin' a damn thing tonight.

It only took a few minutes for Mia to realize she was definitely the biggest one in the room. She counted 15 somewhat attractive model types. There were nine women and six men mingling with each other and giving Mia dirty looks.

Oh, I know these motherfuckers ain’t trying to judge me because I’m not as skinny as them. That skinny bitch think I ain’t hear her ass say all the food is gonna disappear as I walked past the food trays. I might be fat, bitch, but you got a butta face: everything looks good but ya damn face. Yuck! That dude’s teeth look like someone snatched them out, had the crap game of the century, and threw them back in his raggedy ass mouth.

Two women in the corner gave her a look and started whispering and laughing as she walked toward one of the plush couches so she could cop a squat.

Oh, I know those dog-faced broads ain't tryin’ to joan on me. I mean, they literally have hound faces: one looks like a damn Doberman Pinscher and the other one looks like a Bulldog, with her smush face self.

Mia laughed to herself as she continued to clown the rest of the room.

Oh man, her shoes are leanin’ like shit! How your dress gonna look hot but your shoes are ran the fuck over?!?!?

An extremely muscular guy walked over in Mia’s area and hovered around for two minutes waiting for her to speak.

“Can I help you?” she asked with a slight attitude.

“Oh, I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to talk to me. I’m Horace,” he replied confidently.


“Aren’t you going to tell me your name?”

“Mia,” she huffed

“Not too biiiiiig on words, huh,” he said with a smirk.

I know this dabblin’ ass nigga better get the fuck outta my face. It looks like he’s been pumpin’ the 'roids. I know his shit is only twooooooo ennnnnnches.

She laughed at her reference to one of her classic weed movies How High.

“How did you find out about this party?” she finally asked.

“Oh, well, I got an email about this escort thing and I’m down. I’ll fuck the shit out of a old, rich broad for money. I fuck for free now, might as well get paid for it you know?” he responded.

“Wow, that was a bit much. I hope you don’t tell your future clients that,” she replied snottily.

Fed up with her stank attitude, he surveyed her body and rebuffed, “Well, at least I’ll have clients. I don’t see why anyone would pay to fuck you. You got a lot goin’ on.”

“Yeah, well you got a lot goin’ on just in the wrong places. You know the 'roids make your shit shrink dumb ass,” she laughed as her eyes surveyed his body and stopped at his crotch. “I don’t know why anyone would want to pay for something we both know you ain’t got.”

Horace’s face got tight as hell as he tried to come up with a stinging counter.

They were interrupted once Gio entered the room.

“I hope everyone is enjoying themselves. Please grab your drinks and follow me into the adjacent room so we can get down to business,” Gio instructed.

Everyone filed out of the room, Mia was the last to exit. She heard squeals of excitement as people grabbed the envelopes filled with cash.

Aight, that’s a bet. Let me grab my cash and listen to what dude has to say so I can take my ass back home.

Mia briefly glanced around the room and noticed the room was sparse as hell.

Dammit my feet hurt in these heels. How you gonna have a meeting with one couch and one chair? I'm not tryin' to stand up all damn night.

She walked up to the table and realized all of the envelopes were gone.

“Umm... excuse me, did anyone grab my envelope by mistake?” she asked loudly.

No one responded. Instead, they continued their conversations and laughed. She heard one woman reply, “Oh they didn’t forget. Who would pay her fat ass to fuck?”

Everyone in the room laughed and Mia fought the urge to walk over and snatch her weave out of her head.

I don’t understand why hoes think all them damn tracks are cute. The shit clearly isn't your hair and the bitch has the nerve to have black roots with blonde ends. Lookin’ crazy as hell.

Mia ignored the laughs and ran to catch Gio

“Hey Gio, Gio,” she yelled but he had already left and closed the door.

She tried to open the door but was stuck when she realized it was locked.

Why the hell is the damn door locked?

She tried the door again and fought off the urge to panic.

Okay, okay be easy. Maybe the shit is stuck…naw man, this shit is locked!

“Ummm…do ya’ll realize that this door is locked?” she yelled.

No one paid her any mind especially since they were tipsy and siced about their money. Mia made her way toward the back of the room and sat in the back watching the crowd. She pulled out her phone to try and call someone, anyone, to let them know where she was. Unfortunately, her raggedy ass Nextel didn’t have a signal, like always.

Damn it! Why didn’t I at least text Dani and let her know where I was going? So fuckin' stupid, Mia. I swear, you’re the genius of the year.

Mia got 'noid as shit when she saw one of the girls complain that she was dizzy.

“Damn I need to sit down. I’m not feeling so well.”

Horace, the asshole, laughed and yelled, “Someone can’t hold her liquor!”

A few of the other partygoers laughed and watched the girl pass out on the couch.

“Hey, I think there’s really something wrong with her. Matter of fact, I’m starting to feel dizzy,” another woman said in a worried voice.

Horace continued his shit talkin’, “Ya’ll know broads can’t handle they liquor.”

Mia’s mind raced as she thought about the night’s events.

First of all, why did that trick just randomly pass out? They can’t even revive her ass. People were only drinking for like an hour. I know I don't drink anymore but, hell, you can't get that tore up in an hour. And why the fuck did Gio's ass leave like that and lock us in???

Mia watched in horror as five other people experienced the same symptoms. Asshole Horace wasn’t laughing anymore.

“I’m about to go get some water for everyone,” he yelled.

He tried the door and flicked off when he realized it was locked.

“This fuckin’ door is locked! Heeeeyyyyy open this fuckin’ door!”

I tried to tell you that dumbass.

Mia thought fast and decided to play the part while she tried to figure out what to do. She faked like she was dizzy and passed out on the floor. She strategically placed her arm over her eye so she could watch the events without being noticed. Everyone in the room freaked out. Some started screaming and crying as people dropped like flies. Horace was the last one to fall to the ground sobbing and slurring his words as he begged for help. Mia laid still for what seemed like an eternity waiting for someone to come.

The door opened 28 minutes later and Gio entered with a man and a woman. She watched a middle aged man instruct Gio while the woman walked around the room poking people to make sure they were out cold. She made her way towards Mia but stopped once the older gentleman spoke in a deep voice.

“Toni, that’s enough. Go grab the carts and load ‘em up.”

Interview with K. Reid

1. Where’s home?

Home for me will always be in the Washington Metropolitan Area. I was born in Washington, D.C. and raised in Kettering, a small community in Prince George’s County. I attended P.G. County public schools and graduated from Howard University in 2005. I love my community and I will always invest in home no matter where life takes me. This area has made me the person that I am and as a tribute, I plan to always have all of my books set in the P.G. County area.

2. What made you write Fat Kills?

My best friend and I were emailing back and forth one day and I was telling him a funny story that happened to me. He replied to my email and suggested that I write a book. He said he could see the entire story in his mind when he read my email. If it weren’t for his suggestion, I don’t think I would be writing today.

Did you always think you would be a writer?

No, I had no clue that writing was my talent. I’ve always been good at writing term papers for school but never really considered it a hobby. I used to work as an editor for a while but never considered writing.

Why is writing important to you?

Writing has literally saved my life. It’s changed me for the better. The ability to tell a story is a blessing that I will never take for granted. Writing allows you to get your emotions down and truly express yourself. Having that outlet is critical for me.

Why is music important to you?

Music is the soundtrack of our lives. I have always loved music since I was a child and I love how I can hear a song and it takes me back to a certain point in my life. The title of each chapter in Fat Kills is a song that sets the tone of the story. Additionally I have playlists throughout the book. (For my hometown DMV folks, yes there is go-go playlist!) I made all of the playlists on my myspace page so people can really experience Fat Kills on an even deeper level.

What is one thing that you want people to do when they read Fat Kills?

I want readers to know that Fat Kills is more than just a story, it’s an experience. Try to pick apart the layers. While I want to keep people enthralled with a thrilling story, Fat Kills is so much more than entertainment. It’s a lesson on choices and how everything in life has a cause and effect. Fundamentally, we should all treat each other how we want to be treated and not be so focused on the superficial things in life. At the end of the day, we all want to be happy and I believe the characters in Fat Kills, no matter how crazy or deranged they come off, are human and could really be any of us.

What’s next for K.Reid?

More writing of course! I am currently writing the screenplay for Fat Kills. I’m also pitching a few short screenplays and a cartoon that I wrote last year. I am also pursuing song writing and vocal lessons and music production. I am the co-CEO of Trancend. Event Management & Consulting, an event planning company based in the Metropolitan area.

Facebook Fan Page: K.Reid!/pages/KReid/170799065831





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Sunday, May 23, 2010


J.M. Benjamin is a successful entrepreneur and motivational speaker from Plainfield, New Jersey. He is the author of the of the Essence Best Seller Ride Or Die Chick, Award Winning author of Down In the Dirty, My Manz and Em, On The Run With Love, Ride Or Die Chick 2 and a co-author of the non-fiction motivational book From Incarceration 2 Incorporation. He quickly made his presence felt in the fast growing genre of Urban Literature after the completion of his incarceration. Ironically, having spent more than half his life in the streets and a substantial amount of time in prison, J.M. Benjamin’s only credential as a street tale story teller is simply his own first hand experience and knowledge of what the street life consists of.

“I was in the Game wholeheartedly, since I was 12 years old, and throughout that time I survived near death experiences and escaped prison as being my permanent place of residency. For that I am blessed. Those are just two out of many things that inspire and motivate me to write, And if my stories save at least one person’s life, whether it be death or imprisonment, or cause them to change their game plan, then my work is serving it’s purpose,” he says when interviewed by The New York Times and The Courier News newspapers.

J.M. is also a motivational speaker, mentor and activist within his community
. He shares his experiences and knowledge of the streets as well as how writing was and continues to be his outlet at various high and junior schools, colleges, probation and religious programs for the youth, institutions and re-entry programs for ex- and incarcerated men and women, and urban communities throughout his travels, in hopes to make a difference.

He is the owner of A New Quality Publishing and publisher of the urban novels Back Stabbers by Nyema and Have You Ever…? By FiFi Cureton. Mr. Benjamin has also contributed to several urban anthologies and has received numerous of awards and accolades for his accomplishments and his contribution to his community. J.M. is also the owner of A New Quality Literary Lounge & Boutique downtown in his hometown of Plainfield where he still resides.

For more info on J.M. go to; "> or

Heaven & Earth

By J.M. Benjamin

The Columbians had Pablo Escobar…The Cubans had Scarface…The Italians had John Gotti…And the Brothers had Bumpy Johnson…But what about the Sisters?

Meet the female Nino Brown and Gee Money, only these two really are their sister’s keeper.

New Brunswick, New Jersey native Heavenly Jacobs inherited her beauty and street smarts honestly. Father a top notch go getter, mother a grade “A” dime piece. After tragedy strikes her home her only means of survival is to rely on what she acquired from them both. Her choice to ride for the wrong man ultimately lands her in prison where she is forced to re-strategize her game plan.

Eartha Davis is not your average female. Her eyes as well as her body were exposed to more then they were ready for at a young age. Between her mother, who was a bonafide gangster that loved young pretty females, and the streets of Plainfield, New Jersey, it was hard for her not to fall victim to and embrace all that was going on around her. Her crave for the streets, violence, and women all contributed to her imprisonment in Edna Mahan Correctional Facility.

As fate would have it, these two females are thrown together, in which they form a bond that is un-breakable and spills over into streets. Seeing that everybody got fat while they starved, they put together a team of female hustlers that got all men in the game on edge.

Jealousy, envy, ego’s, and pride all come into play unraveling beef between male and female that is far from being a game. Will the brothers sustain? Or will they succumb to the wrath of Heaven & Earth?

Contact info for J.m. Benjamin:

A New Quality Publishing

P.O.Box 589

Plainfield New Jersey 07061



Interview with J.M. Benjamin

Tell us who J.M. Benjamin is?
I’m just a dude from the projects in Plainfield New Jersey that embraced some of the many negative behaviors that existed in my community and like so many others had to learn the hard way that their was no longevity in the path I chose. I’m someone who society had already predicted my fate as being either death in the streets or prison being my permanent residence. I’m someone who took a negative situation such as incarceration and turned it into a positive opportunity by changing my game plan and switching my product. And now today I am a successful entrepreneur and business owner, author, publisher, motivational speaker and free man, have been for nearly four years.

How did you become an author?
I started writing while I was incarcerated in federal prison. Writing started out as therapy for me. A means to learn about myself and contribute to bettering myself. Ultimately something which was intended to be therapeutic wind up becoming my profession and life. I signed a two book deal with a small publishing house named Flowers In Bloom Publishing while I was incarcerated. They are responsible for my titles Down in The Dirty, which was my first and Ride Or Die Chick, which was my third being published, then later I signed a one book deal for Ride Or Die Chick 2. While signing with Flowers In Bloom Crystal Lacey Winslow of Melodrama Publishing accepted a short story from me, which was published in an anthology titled Menace II Society feat Al-Saadiq Banks and Isadore Johnson, it was released before my first novel and opened doors for me. Thereafter Nikki reached out to me and I submitted a shorty to her and it was released in an anthology titled Christmas in The Hood. Since then I’ve solidified myself as an author by releasing four of my titles independently.

3.) Your new book is titled Heaven & Earth, who does this book gear towards?

This is a read for both genders of all walks of life from teens to adults. If you come from this, then you'll be able to empathise with the characters more and possibly re-evaluate your own life style and if you don't come from this the you will learn valuable lessons without having to go through what the characters had in their lives.

4.)What is your book about?

It’s about two females who meet in a women prison, one is the brains from new Brunswick nj, the other is the muscle from plainfield nj, who is also gay, they come up with a plan while in prison to get out and form a all female crew of money getters. In doing so they are at constant war with men, so they have to prove that women go just as hard as dudes. Ultimately something happens and the book becomes a who dunnit? type of story. Still have your sex, money, murder people are use to reading from J.M. but with more substance in the story line.

5.) What makes you any different if you consider to be then other authors in your genre?

I don’t know if it makes me any different but I pour all of me into my writing. I hold no punches so that my readers may feel what it’s like almost to the point of living it themselves. Not to take away from anyone else, but I write from the heart and soul.

6.) Who are some of your favorite authors?

I appreciate authors such as Claude Brown, Sydney Pointier and Richard Wright, Chester Himes and Donald Goines. They inspire me in different ways and many different reasons. And then I also enjoy James Paterson and Dean Koontz

7.) What message would you want to relay to your fellow writers or people in general?

That’ it’s never too late…Never let anything or anyone come in between making your thoughts, dreams and vision into a reality…It’s doable!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Nothing is Too Hard For God

Nothing is Too Hard For God
C. M. Jones is well on her way to becoming a household name. She has just completed her second publication, Nothing Is Too Hard for God, and launched a publishing company with her family, HortonJonesInc., that also mentors young writers. In addition she has begun to offer writing seminars and motivational speaking services. When asked about her endeavors, C. M. Jones has said that writing and mentoring is her ministry and she does it all to the glory of God.
Her debut novella, I Still Do, which was published through Author House but is now apart of the HortonJones, Inc. portfolio, sold thousands of copies in the United States and abroad. This Christian ficton writer indeed is no stranger to writing creative and inspiring stories. She began writing at the young age of eight years old while acting in her elementary school drama club. C. M. Jones has written countless poems, musicals and short stories that include themes of redemption, forgiveness and a real picture of the things that can happen in life, when you have faith in Jesus Christ.
Visit her online at

About the Book

Nothing Is Too Hard for God is the sequel to the novella I Still Do. These three best friends are back to take you on a journey through their past and into their future. This book is full of truth, faith and testaments to what God can do when we submit our lives to Him. Do you want to know how God brought Deborah through her haunted past and into His saving grace? Would you like to know why Damien was disloyal to Karen and if their marriage can really survive after his affair? Last, but not least, if you want to know how Leslie’s heart went from being as cold as stone to being full of love, then you must read Nothing is too hard for God. Just when you think you have it all figured out, this novel will take another turn.

C.M. Jones Shares an Excerpt from
Nothing is Too Hard For God

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Love Found Me

Love Found Me
"When a man’s ways please the LORD, He maketh even his enemies to be at peace with him." (Proverbs 16:7)

Vanessa Richardson is an author, poet, and playwright. Vanessa has written several stage productions and have been blessed to perform them at various venues. Her stage productions includes: Someone To Love Me, Why Do Bad Things Happens To Good People?, Lord, I Don’t Understand, and The Fullness Of Time.
Vanessa wrote her freshman nonfiction inspirational novel titled, The Certain Ones. A spiritual impacting novel that inspires her readers to know that not everyone are called into greatness. Fact: Many can not handle the process that goes along with becoming great. Only the certain ones, who endures; can obtain destined greatness. She is currently working on the second installment of her, Inspirational Suspense Love Series titled, Love Lifted Me. Visit Vanessa online at
About the Book
Mike Montgomery once lived the American dream. Gainfully employed, beautiful home, and a wonderful loving wife. Growing up in a loving family whose faith was unbreakable was his source of strength. Mike’s faith would one day be shaken after losing the love of his life in an unexpected tragedy. Mike thought he would never love again until he meets Sheila Lawson. Everything about Sheila made him want to love again. Could he risk his heart again?
Sheila Lawson, a woman’s health advocate was strong and independent, yet something was missing in her life. Immersing herself in her work, she vowed off any relationships. Sheila would find her self-made decree shaken when she meets tall, dark, and handsome Mike Montgomery. There is an evil lurking in the shadows. Mike and Sheila will have to unite to overcome evil forces trying to keep them apart. Will their love be enough to see them through the testing of their faith?

Vanessa Shares an Excerpt

Monday, May 3, 2010

Who Speaks To Your Heart?

Who Speaks To Your Heart?

Hi, this is Stacy Hawkins Adams, author of Who Speaks To Your Heart? Tuning in to Hear God’s Whispers.

Here’s a question you may never have asked yourself : Who is speaking to my heart? Who is speaking to my heart? Is it my parents? My spouse? My boss? Is it a friend or an enemy? Is it God?

I’m guessing that all of the above could be true, but amid the chatter, or what I like to call “incoming traffic” from your fellow mortals, make sure you are keeping the door to your heart open for the One whose words matters most.

We can’t ignore the instructions, guidance, requests and pleas of our loved ones or our earthly leaders, and the Bible instructs us not to do that. However, amid the clamor of their demands, we need to find a way, and make the time, to be still and open, so that when God taps on our heart’s door, we’ll be prepared to receive Him and embrace His truths and His love.

When we allow God to speak to our hearts, our quest for happiness is replaced by a joy that only He can provide. Our longing for direction is satisfied with His divine guidance. Our need for affirmation and love is covered by his grace and mercy.

The more courage we muster to slow down and truly listen, the more we can hear him speaking through others, through signs and into our very spirits.

In Jeremiah 29:11-12, God reminds His prophet (and us) that He already knows what’s in store for us. All we must do is follow where He’s leading. We can stay on the right path, or get back on track, by looking for Him and listening for Him every day.

Meditate on this Scripture, then ask yourself, What does God want me to give up so I can grow closer to Him?

If I let go of the things that I know aren’t good for me, what’s the worst that can happen? What is the best?

Ask yourself these questions, then listen as God speaks to your heart.

About the Book

With insight, inspiration, and practical ideas in her new book—Who Speaks to Your Heart?—, author Stacy Hawkins Adams shows you and all women—regardless of the labels placed on you—that your best and most important title is the one given by God … chosen vessel.

“I wrestled with whether a God that I couldn’t see or touch would be willing to single me out from the millions of other people who wanted love, attention and help.”

To women all over the country, from all walks of life, this uncomfortable uncertainty is all too familiar. Now—for inspiration, for affirmation, for a divine connection—you have a new place to turn … to this authentic look at what it takes to pursue God with abandon, by acclaimed author Stacy Hawkins Adams.

Offering insight, inspiration, and practical ideas on how to connect more often and more deeply with God, Adams helps give you and women the world over the courage to go deeper and grow deeper in God’s word to hear Him more clearly. Women young and old will be empowered and renewed by Adams’ reminder that—regardless of the labels placed on you by society, your family, your friends, and even yourself—your best and most important title is the one given by God … chosen vessel.

About the Author
Stacy Hawkins Adams is a nationally-published, award-winning author and speaker. Her contemporary women’s fiction novels are filled with social themes and spiritual quests that take readers on journeys into their own souls.

She holds a degree in journalism and served as a newspaper reporter for more than a decade before turning her full attention to penning books, speaking professionally and writing freelance articles.

Stacy lives in a suburb of Richmond, Virginia with her husband and two young children. Visit Stacy online at

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