Secrets Unveil Sample Reading


Hi, everyone! I would like to share with you a sneak peek of Secrets Unveil coming in January 2022. It is Book 1 of The Secrets Series, and I am excited to share this with you. Enjoy, and tell me what you think in the comments.

Chapter 1

Trent froze in his tracks and dropped his phone. What he feared would happen is now happening. ​ “Paris, call my folks and tell them to come down to the precinct. I love you.” Trent told her, not taking his eyes off the policemen.

“Trent, I love you! I love you! You know I will!” Paris wailed. Tears fell madly down as she watched the officers grab him by the shoulders to escort him to their squad car.

All because of her.

It’s all because of Paris why Trent was being taken away like a common criminal. She didn’t take their love seriously as he did, and now they both have to pay the price in some kind of way.

“Don’t cry. They have nothing on me. Dry your eyes and do what I asked.” Trent kissed her lips before being taken away. He looked back to see her falling to her knees, crying while her mother tried to console her.

Be strong, my love. This is not the end. I’m not going to leave you and Junior. I love you both.

* * *

January 2018

Trent Devereaux stared at his reflection in the golden oval-shaped mirror and saw the grave look of a guy on another mission. Though, this one has nothing to do with putting together a plan execution-style. No, it has something to do with a particular someone who pulled at the strings of his heart two weeks ago at a club called Crystal Dance Hall. The club is on the outskirts of Columbia in South Carolina, where Trent had never known of the club’s existence. It wasn’t his type of scene anyway, but someone requested him to be there.

Trent epitomized the fantasy for most women and some- a reality. For others, including men, a living nightmare. He has no qualms about this nor the willingness to change the hearts of those who refused to see the positive attributes he possessed.

Visiting And Loving Art


Taken by me on 11/2021

On this day, (11/6/2021) my 12 year ago daughter and I visited the annual festival in our hometown. It was constantly raining that day. You can’t tell it was raining in the photo, but the rain was a problem that day because it has been years since we last visited the festival.

Still, I was glad we was able to take a short time to visit and appreciate the arts in there. I plan on us going back and spend some time going to the art galleries. And perhaps the art museum.

I love creative arts. Actually I love all types of art. I used to take the time to sketch, but it has been a while. My daughter loves to draw and paint. I am encouraging her to not give up on her passion. She is doing better and wants to do more with her creative arts.

Do you like art? What type of art?

Genesis: A Long Time Coming #fiction #MichaelJseries


Photo by Augusto Lotti on Unsplash

Continued from: Genesis: If Only I Knew Before Now

I saw a look of horror stretched across my mom’s face. And my “dad” Jarren appeared angry as he would normally be when I’m gone too long without him knowing about it. When I got out and got my tote bags and extra bags for myself and the family, Mr. Xander rose out of the car like he was on a mission.

Next thing I knew, my “dad” angrily approached him and started shouting.

“What the hell your ass doing here?”

“Excuse me, Jarren. Karena, tell Michael that I’m his biological father.” When Mr. Xander said that, we all looked to my mom who just stared back at us.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cynthia walking up. Damn, if only I knew before now.


If only I knew before now that Cynthia was going to show up unexpectedly, I probably would have done something to change the course of action. But no, it was too late now, and both of them was looking at my mom with different expressions on their face. I stared her way waiting just like them for her answer.

My mom glanced nervously around quickly in a 180 degrees turn. She diverted her eyes to the two women who were sitting on the porch talking animatedly about us probably. Then, my mom made a gesture for us to follow her and we all ended up going into the backyard.

My sister, Tiana calmly motioned for Cynthia to follow her and I was glad she did. I did not for the sake of my embarrassment for her to witness and hear what’s going to happen. It was too much to deal with at this time.

“So, anyone wants to tell me why Mr. Xander is saying what he’s saying?” I asked after seeing the three of them exchanged looks as if those looks could kill. I just want them or my mom rather to stop beating around the bush and just say what needs to be said already. I hate when people prolong the inevitable.

My mom lightly touches my arm and smiles sadly. The answer was in her dark brown eyes and all I could do was slap my hands against the side of my head. I really didn’t need someone else to tell me what I already know by now. Though, I feel like it was better if I could hear it from my mother’s mouth, whenever that will be.

“Michael, sit down for me, please.” And I did, a little too quickly.

As my mom took a seat next to me. I saw out of the corner of my eye, both of my dads exchanging words in a heated fashion. This weekend had gone from strange to upsetting for me. I love my mom, don’t get me wrong, but this is out of character for her to do.

“Michael, yes, Xander is your biological father.” She actually rubbed my hands like she would do when I was a kid, and when she would explain something to me she felt I need understanding more about.

Well, I receive my truth. I already guess I should have known how Mr- uh, my birth dad treated me all along. The fact that they all knew for so long, but not that long because I’m not that old, it made me wonder if adults can ever be trusted.

“How do you feel about that, son?” my mom was asking, but any words after that was drowning out by the sound of loud arguing. I turned my head and saw my dads up in each other face, fists balled up at the sides, faces twisted in anger.

“I told you, you couldn’t keep me out of my son’s life forever!” I heard Xander say. The fatherly love that shone through his eyes when he mentioned “son” was taking the word weird to a whole new level. I mean, I feel this way because this is still new to me. Then again, this may me think about how my other dad who raised me knew he wasn’t my father yet still raised me as his own.

“You think just because you laid with my wife and she had your son that you going to keep showing your face and disrespect me? Huh? Get the hell out! You had your say. You spent time with your son, now-get-the-fuck-out. Now!” My dad Jarren was shaking and his skin appeared flushed. The stare he gave Xander was enough to engulf the man in hellish flames. I have seen him angry before, but not to this degree to Xander.

There was no way I am going to come between and stop to big grown-ass men from fighting. They are both at six feet or above and weighing perhaps 250 pounds I’m guessing. And there’s me who is 5’9 and weighing 138 pounds. Yeah, I know. I should stay out of it.

“Hey! Stop fighting!” My mom yells out, rushing over to them.

I stayed where I was and shook my head in astonishment. Like adults wanted us to do is to stay out of their business, even if it is about me I am staying out of it.

As I headed to go back to the house through the back door, one foot on the first stone step, a baritone tone called my name. I saw that it was my dad Xander.

“Michael, follow me to my car, quickly!” He grabbed my arm and before I know it he had me sprinting along with him back to his car.

“Wait! Why am I leaving with you?” I voiced, but it went on deaf ears as he literally pushed me into his car.

As I got my composure and sat up, I looked out of the window and heard my mom yelling for me to get out the car. Everyone started talking at once to the point it was becoming deafening. I was lost at what was best for me to do. My mom and dads were all angry and telling me what I should do.

At that point, I did what I wanted to do because some things haven’t changed for as long as I can remember. And that is the three of them constantly arguing and fighting over me. From keeping secrets to pushing me off to go with Xander somewhere all these years to controlling my entire life. I had enough so I got out and announce that I was going to my friend Craig’s house for the rest of the evening.

They were baffled but I didn’t care. I felt drained and adults don’t ever think how their actions can affect the child(ren). It was too much at once that I can bear. As I started walking, I saw Cynthia coming out of my house. She rushed towards me and gave me a hug.

I looked back at my parents and told them I was going to Cynthia’s instead.

©2020 Pamela E. Hester

PressThis: Atticus Review [2021]: Is it Worth it? Pros, Cons, and Features #MondayBlogs


I have recently came across a writing software in my email that is fairly new, (well, new to me) that looked like it my be useful for someone. It is known to be an all-in-one writing software for authors and the article is informative. The software, Atticus, sounds like it is worth a try when it comes to writing your book and formating.


See a review of the book writing tool called Atticus. Learn about its features and how well they work in this detailed overview. Will you be able to use it for your next book? Find out here!

What is Atticus?

Atticus is a software that currently gives authors an excellent way to write, and format their books at a lower cost and with equal results as a program like Vellum. However, one day it will be the all-in-one solution for writing, formatting, and collaborating.

Atticus not only has a ton of features at launch, but also boasts a HUGE number of upcoming features that will make it the be-all, end-all of writing software.

How Does Atticus Work?

Atticus is currently both a word processor and a book formatting software. You can write, edit, and export your novel with ease.

You start in the dashboard where you can create a new book or upload an old one (there are a variety of ways to import a book that I’ll get to in the features section).

atticus dashboard

Then you’re brought to the word processor element of the program, where you can create chapters (or front and back matter elements), and begin writing. In this section, you can drag and drop chapters or sections just like you can in Scrivener, and are offered an array of writing tools.

In the next couple of weeks and months though, there will be a whole slew of new features added to the writing section of Atticus, to really make this one of the most fun, aesthetic and helpful book writing software out there – without being complicated or convoluted. We’ll talk about this later, but we’ll be focusing on adding writing goals, special writing modes, analytics, character or note cards, and more.

From there, it lets you format the book and export to ebook or print, to use in KDP, IngramSpark, Draft2Digital, or wherever you sell your books.

Alice in Wonderland Formatted Using Atticus

In the future, there will be more features as well, including tools to keep you motivated, organized, and even collaborate with other authors.

In other words, it has everything that the top formatting and writing software has, and there’s more coming to make it the best in the industry.

Atticus Cost

The cost of Atticus is one of its strengths. Programs like Vellum cost $199 for just eBook and $249.99 for ebook & print book capability.

Atticus, on the other hand, costs only $147 for unlimited books and ebooks.

Plus, that price is for a lifetime purchase. $147 will get you the current version of Atticus, plus all future updates.

So, you get all the capabilities as before, but for a fraction of the cost.

Complete List of Atticus Features

Atticus is packed full of features, so for this review we’re going to break down all of them one by one.

1. Cross Platform Use

This is, by far, the strongest feature that authors have been asking for. Package like Vellum are not available outside of a Mac, and their website even says that they do not plan to create a Windows version, so waiting is not an option.

Atticus, on the other hand, is available not just for Mac, but for Windows, Linux, Chromebooks, as well as in your Internet browser.

2. Ease of Use

Atticus was designed to be intuitive and easy to use, while not sacrificing functionality. You shouldn’t have to watch a whole course just to figure out how to use a piece of writing software.

That sets it above other programs that might have a lot of features, but also a huge learning curve.

3. Autosave, Cloud Storage, and Backups

The Autosave function makes it easy to keep from losing your work. All you have to do is write and format, and it will take care of the rest.

The books in Atticus are saved to the cloud. Everything is saved on secure servers, meaning you can access it from anywhere, and you don’t have to worry about your computer breaking down and losing all your data.

Additionally, you have the option to backup your books, either one at a time, or all at once. It’s secure and you therefore you don’t have to worry about losing your work.

4. In-app Spell Check

Atticus is set up to have spell check natively in the app, with further plans to integrate ProWritingAid in the future. While we’d like to integrate with Grammarly, it’s a bit of a difficult company to work with and the way they designed their program, it’s a bit problematic – but we’ll keep trying.

5. Footnotes/Endnotes

endnotes in atticus

Footnotes and Endnotes are also a function of Atticus, making it comparable to Vellum, and also ensuring that those of you who write nonfiction, academic papers, or any other instance where you’d need a footnote, you can add them with Atticus.

6. Offline Use

While Atticus is cloud based, you can use the program and all of its features offline if you so choose.

To do this you can to download the Progressive Web App (instructions here) onto your computer or smart device, or you can log in with a browser before you go offline. That way you can take Atticus with you wherever you need to go. The only time you’ll need to be connected online is either initially login in, when you upload a document, export a document, and when you collaborate (a future feature).

7. Exporting Options

export feature in Atticus

Like Vellum, Atticus will export an EPUB-format eBook, as well as a PDF file for print.

Unlike Vellum, however, Atticus will also export to a DOCX file, which makes collaborating with editors that much easier.

Note: Even though Amazon no longer accepts MOBI files for eBook, Atticus will be coming out soon with a MOBI export so that authors can send MOBI files to their ARC team or Beta Readers.

8. Importing Options

Atticus also allows you to import a document, if you are taking an old book and importing it into Atticus, for example.

Atticus currently supports DOCX, RTF, MOBI, and EPUB file types for importing, with more options on the way. What’s great about this is that incase you need to update a previous submitted m MOBI file, it’s easy to drag the MOBI file into Atticus, make your changes, and export it as an EPUB so you can resubmit to Amazon – cause remember, Amazon no longer accepts MOBI files. This alone should be a major time saver.

9. Device Previewer

atticus device previewer

To see how your manuscript looks when formatted, Atticus boasts a device previewer with 14 different device possibilities to preview, including print.

Currently, this feature is being updated to include pagination, so that it functions more like an actual eReader device or a print book. But you can still get a solid sense of the style of your book, including its font, the chapter header, the table of contents, etc.

10. Chapter Splitting

button to split chapters in Atticus

Atticus allows you to split a chapter from any place in your manuscript. This is useful if the manuscript import fails to detect the beginning of a chapter, or if you’ve written a chapter, decide it’s too long, and want to divide it into two.

Along with this feature is the ability to merge chapters as well, should that be necessary.

(Click link to read more features Atticus has by the founder, Dave Chesson.)

Source: Atticus Review [2021]: Is it Worth it? Pros, Cons, and Features

What do you all think about Atticus? Does it sounds like something you may try?

Genesis: If Only I Knew Before Now- #MichaelJseries #amwriting #fiction


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Continued from The Genesis of Michael J’s Life

“You have some nerve being here. What if my husband comes home and sees you darkening our doorstep?” She hissed at him.

“I’ve been to Michael’s graduation away from your family. Now, I’m here to see him in person. I want to spend time with our son… today.”

Karena huffed. She felt like the last bit of energy was draining out of her and she had no strength to do anything about it. She wants and needs for him to be gone before her husband come back home early.

“Fine. When are you bringing him back?”

“It should be an hour before his bedtime,” Xander smirked.

Karena shook her head, knowing that meant whenever he felt like bringing him back. She called out to Michael to grab his things because he was going out for a ride with Mr. Xander.


When I heard my mom calling out to me to pack my things, my first thought was I was going to spend the night with someone. But when I went downstairs and saw her with her arms folded appearing upset standing next to Mr. Xander, I knew something else was going on.

“Yes, mom?” I asked her, raising an eyebrow. I needed to know why I was packing my things and for what.

“Michael, you are going with Mr. Xander for a day. So pack whatever you want, okay?”

Before I could say something, Mr. Xander interrupted.

“Pack an overnight bag, just in case,” he said.

“For what?” I wanted to know.

“Well, there’s a lot we’re going to do today. Pack an overnight bag just in case it runs over into the next day.” The way he spoke that let me know that I may or may not like it.

So I nodded and turned to leave, but not before I saw my mother glaring at the dude like she wanted to yell at him about whatever. I don’t know what is up with those two, and I can’t believe I haven’t noticed that until now.

After I threw some things like two shirts, jeans, socks, underwear, that sort of thing along with toiletries, I called my best friends, Craig and Cynthia to let them know I would be out for today. I know they would be pissed since this is a last-minute thing, but they’ll understand.

When I came back to the living room with my tote bag, I noticed my mom and Mr. Xander staring at each other like they were telepathically having a conversation. I didn’t know what to make of it, and it gave me vibes that they share or once shared some type of love for each other. I cleared my throat and they immediately broke contact to look my way.

“Ready, son?” Mr. Xander asked me.

“Yeah, sure,” I said, wondering why he seems to take great pleasure in calling me, son. Like damn, yeah, I am somebody’s son but not his.

We rode around for like thirty minutes before we ended up at the Robert Mueller Airport. I glanced around through the side window wondering why we were here. A look of puzzlement settled on my face because no one told me we were going to take a flight. Or maybe he was picking someone up like his sister like the last time. All I know is, the vibes I was picking up didn’t feel right.

Don’t get me wrong. I like hanging out with the guy and I have been since I was maybe six or seven. Off-and-on was more like it, and I would constantly hear my parents argued a lot with Mr. Xander’s name coming up just as much.

“Michael, we are going to take a short flight to Austin on my private jet.” When he saw my eyebrows raised up to my forehead, he added,

“Hear me out. We are going to do something different this time. Remember when I told you it was okay to be spontaneous and to do something entirely different than before, well this is it.” He actually said that with a huge smile and twinkled eyes like he had some big secret up his sleeve. I just nodded, feeling some type of way about it.

After we retrieved our bags from the trunk, we walked to the back of the airport. Once there, we got on a white jet with black stripes, and inside was impeccable. I have never been inside a jet before- private or commercial, and I really wish I could have brought Cynthia with me. She would love this!


The day went by smoothly and sort of fast, and I am not complaining either. The activities we did with his family had brought so much fun and joy, I didn’t want to leave. His family really believes in having fun at the highest level. They also like doing things as a family, and they are so tight-knit.

Now that the day was nearing an end, I settled into the cotton sheets and brought the white and yellow bedspread over my shoulders and stared at the ceiling. No matter how much of a great time I had today, I’m still worried about what my dad Jarren told me last night and I haven’t seen him for breakfast.

The next day around five in the evening, Mr. Xander pulled into the Gulf gas station. When I took a peek at the fuel gauge, I saw that it was above the halfway mark. And we are less than thirty minutes from my house. I know we weren’t stopping for gas and the way he steered the car away from the gas pumps to park near a telephone booth, so many things ran through my mind.

“Michael, I have something to tell you.” He started off to say.

“Yeah?”

He turned his full body to face me. He had a solemn expression on his face like something was weighing heavy on his mind.

“This is something I wanted to say for so long. And, it is killing me to get it off my chest. After having a quick talk with your mom yesterday before we left, she told me that it was revealed that your dad, Jarren isn’t your father.”

“Oh! Uh, yeah. I found out the previous night. Why did my mom tell you?” I wanted to know. I knew they were friends, or whatever they are, no one told me, but their weird friendship is making me question a lot of things. And just like with my sibling, we were taught not to get into grown folks’ business.

“Because she-” he paused, and then sighed. He cocked his head to the side and stated, “Michael, I am your father.” He said it with such a straight face I couldn’t help but laugh. I threw my hands over my face and continue to laugh.

“Michael, I’m serious. You know what? Let’s get you home and get our answer while we’re at it. Shall we?” Mr. Xander was serious. I can see it in his eyes. For as long as I have known him, when he was serious, he was serious. He had joked around about things before, but this new to me.

Arriving at my house, I saw my mom walking up and down the driveway glancing down the street probably looking for me. My dad, well, my dad Jarren, or whatever it is I can call him, was bent down digging up something by a bush. When they saw the car stopped by the sidewalk, they paused.

I saw a look of horror stretched across my mom’s face. And my “dad” Jarren appeared angry as he would normally be when I’m gone too long without him knowing about it. When I got out and got my tote bags and extra bags for myself and the family, Mr. Xander rose out of the car like he was on a mission.

Next thing I knew, my “dad” angrily approached him and started shouting.

“What the hell your ass doing here?”

“Excuse me, Jarren. Karena, tell Michael that I’m his biological father.” When Mr. Xander said that, we all looked to my mom who just stared back at us.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cynthia walking up. Damn, if only I knew before now.

TO BE CONTINUED.

©2020 Pamela E. Hester