Monday, August 2, 2010

The Kiss of Judas: A Fiery Furnace Novel

New cover as of
 January 2011

In this issue, I hope you would join in with me as I celebrate the release of my newly revised novel, The Kiss of Judas, delivering a strong message to all ages. It has been deemed insightful, suspenseful, intriguing, and fast-paced. It has also been reported that the shocking ending is worth the reading experience. Order an autographed copy today and find out for yourself.

As I ponder on my past and how much has transpired since the first edition release, I thank God for just being God. The blessings are too numerous to name them all, but I will express that I truly love Him. What an awesome God we serve!

In my recent move to another state, the Lord covered my family and kept us safe. Over the past few weeks I've stood (and is still standing) on Isaiah 54:17, “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and their righteousness is of me, saith the LORD.” It's amazing the fiery darts that the enemy will hurl, but as stated in Ephesians 6:16, with the shield of faith Christians are able to quench all of the fiery darts of the wicked.

Below, you can get an inside look at this first novel in a series of three and view the book trailer. I hope you enjoy…

Happy Reading!


The Kiss of Judas (August 2010)
ISBN: 978-1-934195-55-0

The storm of betrayal is brewing...

Justine Dasant walks the earth in search of something that always seems to be just out of reach. After she's promised herself that she would leave her past in the past, history starts to repeat when her current boyfriend, Isaiah Johnson, shows interest in someone other than her. Justine makes it known that she'll stop at nothing to get what she matter who gets hurt along the way.

Isaiah Johnson, a young, successful CEO, has climbed himself to a life of wealth. He's worked hard to open his own business and just when success peaks, Isaiah's new found strength to step out on faith drives a wedge between him and the woman in his life. Not only does he regret meeting Justine, it's a challenge for him to escape her calculated stalking. At what cost will Isaiah say no to the world and yes to God?

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~Video features old cover 2010~

Chapter 1|Isaiah
I was running from the devil as fast as I could. My hair raced in the opposite direction, and my feet floated like raging currents of an ocean. Desperate, petrified, jittery, strapped—something familiar snatched me back.

“Isaiah.” She loved calling my name with the sweetest voice I’ve ever known. Rendering me helpless, her femininity stifled my flow and tackled me to the ground. I knew from the moment we met, something just wasn’t right, yet I allowed my loins to act in place of my brain.

  Her beauty struck me every time I laid eyes upon her; pimp slaps to my face, karate kicks to my heart. She presented herself as every woman, every woman indeed.

Justine’s eyelashes fluttered the sweet song of seduction. Her lips pouted the hymn of fornication. And the rest of her wanted me to partake of the forbidden fruit. Movies, dinner, nightcaps, intercourse—her marathon tested my stamina. I never had a chance. Our bodies intertwined as one recreating the effects of a Twizzler stick. She moaned my name, I groaned hers. She grabbed my head in the heat of passion and marked her territory with scratches on my back. I winced a little, but didn’t want to disturb the groove. She’s my one and only. The woman I wanted to marry one day, the woman I wanted to carry my seed.

Her silhouette stirred up my desire, enticed my heart, and teased my thirst. Her beautiful hazel eyes lured me in. Excuse me—her beautiful hazel contacts lured me in. She presented me with every quality I asked for in a mate; perfection should have been her name.

I met this woman at a restaurant while I was having a Boys Night Out with my fellas. She was wearing an orange haltertop-tie-thing with some jeans that accentuated her booming system. Her toes, oh her toes ... I’m a sucker for pedicures. Her hair was in an up do that swung in opposite directions as she walked. She has strikingly smooth, ebony skin tone that should have been featured in the latest issue of Jet magazine. She should have been a Beauty of the Week—captivating smile, alluring fragrance, reputable intelligence, and justifiable conceitedness.

The single candle lit above our heads represented the year we had been together. The pictures on the wall displayed our loyalty to one another … or at least they should have.

I peered up remembering what my best friend told me, and suddenly my desire for her left. The feeling of insecurity injected a glacier into my heart, but I still loved her. She had my soul and I prayed that I had hers, yet envisioning her with another man killed my appetite.

I rolled over to my side of the bed, yanking the sheets up to my chest.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” she asked, placing a petite palm on my left shoulder.

I turned around to answer, almost wanting to ask her if it were true. The thoughts were driving me crazy, but I had to know. I had to know if the woman I had been idolizing for the past year was creeping behind my back. My thoughts shattered as something grabbed my attention to the Holy Bible sitting off in the corner of the room, and I deepened in my regret. The flickering flame reflecting from the scented candle atop my cherry wood dresser shed light in the midst of my dark transgression.

“Baby, is there something wrong?” Justine repeated, this time nudging my chin in her direction. As I gazed into her mesmerizing eyes, I was jolted right back into her trance.

She had me. I was on lock down. I tried to fight my way out, but she always managed to wrestle me to the mat. One, two, three … this time, the championship was her victory—I lost. I think I lost a lot more than I had bargained for.

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