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Royal went into his house and slammed the door closed, not even bothering to lock it behind him. He threw his cell phone to the ground, uncaring if it broke or not. Three steps were the most he could take before he had to stop and lean against the wall for support. His love for Delia had humbled him, literally weakened him in the knees. No amount of pressure could squeeze the desire out of his loins. “I knew I should have taken her in the car. And if she’d gotten pregnant, oh well,” Royal raged. “Maybe then she wouldn’t be so quick to discard me like yesterday’s newspaper. Maybe then she’d know and understand that I’m supposed to be in her life. That I’m supposed to father her future children, stepfather the ones she has now.” Fueled by ire, Royal kicked his phone out of the way and gathered up enough strength to make it to his den. He spewed his rage and disappointment all the way there. “She knows she wanted me just as much as I did her tonight,” Royal sprouted, recalling how...

On the way to Royal’s house, the conversation was light, fun, and extremely playful. Laughter abounded. Delia completely forgot about Vanna, the spotlight, her past and anything else that divided them. It wasn’t until she pulled into his long driveway that things started to rapidly turn serious between them. “Thanks for bringing me home, Delia,” Royal said, reluctant to get out of the car, though he had unbuckled his seatbelt. “I really appreciated it.” “No problem. Like you said, you did safely deliver my last child and all,” Delia teased, reminding him how he extorted this ride home. “It was my pleasure to assist you with Tess,” Royal replied, showing no sign of offense or remorse at that reminder. “How is it going with that other thing I did for you?” he asked, referring to her restored clitoris. Delia inhaled sharply as he issued a potent reminder of his own. “Everything’s fine,” she said, wishing that her voice didn’t sound so husky right now. But she couldn’t help it. She...

Royal waited until the show was over before making his presence known to Delia. She seemed surprised, no, shocked to see him. “H…how long have you been here?” Delia stammered out. “Since the beginning. Layla and I signed up for this class,” Royal replied, deeming Delia even more beautiful up close. Oh, how he missed gazing upon her lovely features. “Dr. Pacard is here, too?” Delia began to peruse the room in search of her doctor. “She was here. She got called away during your performance. Because I lent her my car to go to the hospital, I was hoping I could get a ride home from you,” Royal replied. Delia’s gaze snapped back to his. Her voice lowered. “Royal, I don’t think—” “Delia, darling, everyone says we did fabulous tonight and I agree,” said her animated dance partner, interrupting what she was about to say. “You can be my partner any time,” Eriel added, clearly proud of their performance, as well. “Thanks, Eriel,” Delia replied, giving him a chaste hug. “Whose yo...

“Royal, I’m so excited about taking these lessons with you,” Layla said as they ascended the stairs of the dance studio on the windiest night of the month. “I’ve always wanted to learn ballroom dances.” “Well, here’s your chance,” Royal replied, fighting not to frown. He did not want Layla here tonight. Yet the moment she learned he was interested in taking dance lessons, she got on the bandwagon. Royal had his mother to thank for this bit of inconvenience. She’d seen the brochure in his car last Sunday, questioned him about his potential enrollment and then passed the word on to Layla. By now it was obvious to Royal that his mother was playing matchmaker between friends. He just hoped Layla didn’t fall for it. He didn’t want to see her hurt, especially since he didn’t see her as a potential love interest at all. Not even when Delia wasn’t in the picture. Some women are just meant to be friends, Royal mused, deeming Layla in that category, despite how attractive she was. Maybe ...

April “Any new news about Delia?” Royal asked his cousin, eager to hear anything, great or small, about his beloved. Delia had gotten her cell phone and home numbers changed recently, making it impossible for him to call her. Had it not been for his sympathetic cousin, Royal would not have the new numbers today. Yet Aisha only gave them to him after he promised not to use them until the timing was right or in case of emergency. Royal also had to promise to stay away from Delia’s home and business, lest he ruin all chances of ever getting her back due to stalkerism. “There’s really nothing much to tell this week,” Aisha replied. “Delia called yesterday nervous about an upcoming performance in her dance class. The dance school she’s enrolled at is having an open house of sorts for newly enrolled and potential students to have a look at the talent of ongoing and outgoing students. Since I have a background in performing, she wanted some tips on how to remain calm in front of an audi...

In the privacy of his living quarters, Agent Nuevo sagged against the closed door. His heart ached for the family he left behind. Not his mother, mind you, since Greta had been the biggest leech of them all on E-Blade’s finances. No, he missed Delia and their kids. It pained E-Blade that he hadn’t even held his last child. Had it not been for his computer hacker of a partner Agent Fila, he might not have even seen pictures of his daughter. Always willing to have his back, Fila hacked into Delia’s home computer and downloaded the desktop photos found there of the family. Fila had his back right now as evident by the fact that she was currently in the Rec room scolding Speed in vivid Italian and English for once again trying to bait her partner with his past. In their line of business, they needed no additional torments since they all came from sordid pasts and for the most part, were trying to forget them. Can’t think about any of that now, Agent Nuevo told himself as he fought t...

Having learned the hard way about letting his anger get the best of him, Agent Nuevo forced a smile upon his face. He would not let Speed provoke him into ruining the good life he had now. “I’m glad Dee found a good man for herself. Good stepfather material for our kids. They deserve all the happiness they can get,” Agent Nuevo finally replied, after taking a moment to compose himself. His family’s happiness was the main reason E-Blade remained ‘dead’ to them. That and the fact that he still had too many enemies out there. Some had direct access to his family. Agent Nuevo couldn’t risk those enemies taking revenge out on his loved ones just to get to the old E-Blade, who was still alive and well, just with a different face, eye color, and new way of speaking. The new face came from hours of plastic surgery. The new eye color was courtesy of colored contact lens. The new speech was from long sessions with the agency’s language coach, who was determined to put E-Blade’s frequent...

Though I answered this question in the comment section, I wanted to post it again here to make sure everyone sees it. Q: When does the VOD start? Will you just post it on the blog when it does? A: The VOD officially starts at Ch. 23. It would have started at Ch. 22, but I wanted to let EVERYBODY (VOD-ers and non-VOD-ers) see Royal get right with God again first (spoiler). For those signed up for the VOD, Ch. 23 will be the first post over there. It will NOT appear on this blog. On to other things now… I want to take this time to personally thank all our new readers for joining in on this blog. I hope what you read here gave you a different view of inspirational novels. Perhaps even a different view of Christians as a whole. After all, we’re just people, too. We make lots of mistakes, yet it is our faith that prompts us to get back up and try it again, believing that this next time we will do it the RIGHT way. I want to also thank those who stopped to buy books along the wa...

On a floating commune that looked like a regular cruise ship, but was something else altogether, two government agents sat in a recreational area and quietly played chess. They were Agent Nuevo, a black-Hispanic male, and Agent Fila, an Italian female. Though their seafaring headquarters had everything from the latest spy equipment to restaurants and even a mall, Agents Nuevo and Fila preferred to play chess to relax and unwind. “Still wasting time on useless games I see,” Agent Speed quipped as he entered the room. His freckled face carried its usual smugness. In his hands was a newspaper printout from some internet database he’d recently accessed. Agent Nuevo frowned at the arrival of his number one rival in the AAC (At-All-Costs) Agency. The AAC was a special agency for undercover operatives who were willing to win the war on drugs at all costs. “What do you want now, Speed?” Agent Nuevo asked, relaxing some of the thick accent he’d maintained since joining the agency. “Th...

“I remember you,” Delia said as soon as she saw Vanna at her open office door. “Do you?” Vanna asked casually, crossing the threshold to the office, though she had not been formally invited in. “Yes, you were at my grand opening.” Delia got up and closed the door behind her unwelcome guest. She didn’t bother to tell her to have a seat. Blackmailers didn’t deserve courtesy. “That’s right. I was here that day.” Vanna sat down in one of the green cushioned chairs in front of the desk. “You bought a lot of baby items as I recall.” Delia returned to her desk chair. “Right again.” “I also remember you bragging about being pregnant by some prominent doctor.” Delia suddenly gasped in realization. “Prominent doctor? Is all this about Dr. Seeger? Is he the father of your child?” “Yes,” Vanna lied. “Except he doesn’t want anything to do with me or my child. He won’t even provide support for him.” Delia shook her head in disbelief. “That doesn’t sound like Dr. Seeger. The Dr. Seeg...

March “Miss Briscoe, once again, I don’t give interviews. Not even phone interviews. Sorry,” Delia told the persistent news reporter for the fourth time this week. This Vanna Briscoe woman had called her every day for the last four days. It was always with the same request. She always got the same answer – no interviews. “I suggest you reconsider unless you want me to go with a less flattering story about you,” Vanna said, revealing her impatience. She’d hoped to have her interview by now and a few other things. Yet with Delia shunning the spotlight like the plague, Vanna’s attempts at using flattery to entrap her into a meeting had been futile. Now it was time to play hardball. “What could you possibly say unflattering about that miraculous birth at my store?” Delia asked, growing increasingly annoyed by this woman. She was about to hang up on her. “Oh, I wouldn’t be talking about that birth. I’d be talking about a certain person’s death in my article. A certain Esteban ‘E-...

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Royal and Delia shot out of her office at the news that someone was actually about to deliver a baby in her store. When they made it to the holding room, Royal immediately took control of the situation. He sent Jerry, the security guard, to call for an ambulance and gather blankets and other items from the store shelves. He gave his key ring to Delia and sent her to get his medical bag from his trunk while he tended to the scared pregnant teenager. By the time the errand runners returned, Royal had the girl much calmer. His voice was soothing as he spoke to her. Yet it was downright affectionate when he spoke to Delia, calling her precious and claiming her as his impromptu nurse as they prepared to deliver the baby together. The security guard proved to be useless after that. Jerry kept swooning, kept being nauseated. Finally Royal sent him out of the room to wait for the paramedics to arrive. Quickly showing Delia how to sanitize her upper limbs all the way up to her elbows, t...