“I like reading revenge dramas. This one may become a favorite.”
— Irene J. Reid Russell, Kansas
“I can’t help but feel for Sonya. There’s nothing you won’t do for family.”
— Carmen L. Wang Tupelo, Mississippi
“While pulling off a revenge plot isn’t something I would do in real life, I can’t help but cheer Sonya on for a bit. When you cross my family, you cross me.”
— Carolyn R. Thompson West Palm Beach Florida
“Looks can indeed be deceiving. This book proves just that with some of its characters.”
— Matthew L. McReynolds Salem, Oregon
“Not every secret gets taken to the grave. The story just kept me reading until its last page.”
— Nelson R. Mudd Chicago, Illinois
“I can relate with Forrest as I consider myself a papa’s boy. Seeing my dad in danger is the last thing I want to witness.”
— Rod M. Carter Austin, Texas
About the book
After her father’s death, Sonya Ellis Colby inherits her father’s successful multimillion dollar advertising agency. Unfortunately, she has to share with her father’s personal assistant, Velma Hannah. With her father’s passing and her mother’s suicide, Sonya swears vengeance against Velma for her family.
Which woman will come out on top?
About the book
After finally getting his prayers answered, Rev. Benjamin Thomas felt like he was on cloud nine. Little does he know he’s slowly roped into something dark.
His son, Forrest, learns the secrets their church has been hiding—one of which involves his father.
Can Forrest rescue Benjamin before it’s too late?
Sonya had made the decision to leave the country the morning her mother’s body had been found. There was nothing to stay in Baltonville for, now that her mother had killed herself, coward that she was, leaving her eighteen-year-old daughter to fight the family battle—a monumental task Sonya knew she was not prepared to handle. Not yet. But she would be.
As much as she wanted to, Velma could not forget the younger woman. They were heiresses-in-common. The agency was as much the girl’s as it was hers, but an acting assistant general manager was still occupying the office at the other end of the hallway.
Velma suspected Sonya had something planned. But what? When would she reveal her hand? How would she? Whatever, Velma knew it would be designed to hurt her.
The next morning, when his father came down to breakfast, he looked as if the devil himself had been chasing him. Indeed, he probably had been in the form of the deacons and the chairman of the trustee board of the First St. Marks Missionary Baptist Church. Forrest wanted to tell his father that he had heard the men threatening him, but he did not want to embarrass him or let him know that he had been listening to parts of their conversation. But could he, in good conscience, just stand by and let whatever was going on continue when he knew his father was being harassed? Even threatened?
He looked out over his congregation—the congregation he had been wanting for so many years, the congregation he had finally gotten, the congregation he wanted to keep. But if he were going to keep this new blessing that had been given him, he had to get himself together.
What they wanted him to do was unconscionable. But they had ordered—yes, ordered, not asked—him to do it. But how could he do what they were insisting and still hold his head up and proclaim to be a minister, a man of the cloth, God’s servant? How could he explain his actions?