What Do You Love To Do?


(Scheduled post.)

The work and time authors put into writing their book is a task that is both challenging and rewarding. It’s almost doesn’t feel like work, but it is. Then there’s the reader who gets experienced in the world in which the characters lived. And go on this journey with the characters.

Being an avid reader is something that had done more than give me a place to escape. It is both relaxing and gives me this “book high.”

As I went through the days, weeks, and months of last year, so much had happened that I can’t even begin to list them all. I had gotten away and moved from an abusive ex where the person and environment took toxic to a whole other level. I was sick two months straight and had to force myself to do everything because I felt like a walking zombie.

In a previous post, I spoke about my doctor who doesn’t really do her job like she should. I ended up getting another doctor and was placed on different medications for my blood pressure. And I also ended up on anxiety/depression medicine.

And I also found out why I was always tired and weak– my blood levels for vitamin D were extremely low. I had gone through a few years with my previous doctor and she always claimed to not know why my health was declining. And here comes the new doctor who knew what to do and was able to get my health where it should be.

I can say so many negatives happened last year, but there were some positives too. I confess, my therapist had to actually help me see that.

Doing that 50-books Goodreads challenge last year had helped me a lot in so many ways. I am still glad I did.

When I published my book on January 22, I was happy but also a little sad. A little sad because like I mentioned before it is the month my dad was born. On Saturday, as I’m writing this, a family member and I were talking about my dad. While there are times I still get emotional even though he passed away almost 19 years ago, this person wanted to bring up bad thoughts they harbored about him.

And all I can think about is the weekend I keep trying to get in touch with my dad the weekend he passed away in November 2003. He was very sick and never wanted us to remember him that away. But all I can remember was trying to get in touch with him because I was supposed to move in with him. And since I couldn’t drive at the time, I had to keep finding someone to take me to him.. Come to find out, I was too late. He died alone and was dead for a whole weekend before anyone knew.

Okay, those memories are making me sad again, and I’m glad it is not November.

What I am saying is, no matter what is going on in your life, doing something you love can really help. Other than reading and writing, music, and watching movies are the things that I can solace in.

What about you? What do you find solace in? Or what do you like to do that you find happiness in?

Love and blessings to you.

— Pamela ❤

Book Trailer & Release Date


Good morning/afternoon. After much deliberation with myself, I have decided to release my novel on January 21, 2022. I am a bundle of nerves to the point where my anxiety is grinning like a Cheshire cat from the backseat.

I am sure a lot of authors have felt this way, and along with other emotions for their first time. It doesn’t matter if it’s they’re traditionally published or self-published; the swarming of mixed emotions would still occurred.

Not only have I chosen this month because it’s, well, the first month of the year, but mainly because it is my dad’s birthday month. He was born on January 6th. (May he rest in paradise.) Though he’s not physically here anymore, I still want to honored him in some way. And, I finally was able to buy him a headstone.

I’m not going to get all mushy right now, but this month means so much to me than the month I was born.

Well, I have named one of my characters after my dad and mirrored the behavior of the two. That part was unintentional, and character “spoke” to me to keep going, so there’s that.

The book trailer, (you already know what it is) is to share a visual of the main characters, and so on. While looking back at the video, a thought hit me that I haven’t done an interview with my character, Caitlin like I’ve done with Paris and Trent. Hmm, we shall see.

So, tell us in the comments, what your first time publishing a novel was like? And if you haven’t publish yet, what are your thoughts about doing so and feelings about it?

Thank you for reading, and watching.

— Pamela 💜

Music sample created by: My Daughter

Interview with Paris – Click here

Interview with Trent – Click here

(I don’t own rights to the music. Photos and videos credit: pexels.com, bookbrush.com, and storyblocks.com.)

Final Sample Reading #MondayBlogs


Good morning/afternoon everyone! I hope all is going well with you. The thing with each new year as with any day or month, is to do self-reflection. And to continue to heal parts of me and do any cleansing, whether it’s spiritual, physical, or both, it is needed.

More on that for another post.

I would like to share with you the final sample reading from Secrets Unveil. If you haven’t read the previous sample, you can do so here.

I plan to release the novel this month. I am also still working on the release date and I will keep you updated. I promise.


Chapter 2

“Hey, Paris! Are you coming with us to the store?” A red-haired girl called out to her as she adjusted the straps of her backpack over her shoulders.

Paris’s chestnut eyes took in the two girls she would be studying with and mentally rolled her eyes.

Kayla knew she was supposed to be hanging out with Sean this evening. Still, since he usually likes to cancel out on her, Kayla thought she could save her the trouble by getting her to hang out with friends who enjoy her company.

Standing at five feet, three inches tall with shoulder-length auburn hair, Paris has skin the color of cinnamon and naturally arched eyebrows. Though she likes being around others sometimes, she considers herself a loner.

“Nah, you two go ‘head. I’ll be fine. Sean texted me earlier that he was still coming,” Paris told her. She started walking in the north part of the Science Building and onto the sidewalk from the parking lot. She knows she wasn’t supposed to be standing out by herself because of the school rules. No female student is supposed to be left alone when the sun goes down. And given five minutes, it was getting close for the sun to set.

She knows she wasn’t supposed to be standing out by herself because of the school rules. No female student is supposed to be left alone when the sun goes down. And given five minutes, it was getting close for the sun to set.

“Okay, now, if he doesn’t show up, call or text one of us to come back and get you. Don’t walk like you did last time. The store isn’t that far, but that doesn’t mean you need to do it,” Kayla went on, expressing concern for her.

Paris nodded her head in response, not feeling it. It was pointless, and she felt like it was also fake. An aging security guard was standing nearby, observing the surroundings with his hands on his hips. Oh, I feel so safe, Paris thought sarcastically.

“Trust me, I’m good. Sean can’t possibly be late or a no-show, again!” After the girls said their final farewells, Paris let out a huge sigh and saw that Sean wasn’t waiting for her like he said he would in his black Mustang. With the conversation she just had with Kayla about him, her mind immediately went to the thought that he was running late for sure, or worse, a no-show.

“Don’t do me like this, Sean!” She rummaged hastily through her purse for her Samsung cell phone and cursed.

The phone went black, and when she tried to hit the side button, nothing happened. She was infuriated. How did her cell phone die so quickly? The last time she checked, it was at forty-five percent, and that was the last hour!

She figured she had enough time to make it home to charge it since she left her charger there or could have used Sean’s. Now, she has no idea if he was trying to call her; however, it still doesn’t make any sense why he’s not there right now in the first place!

Paris turned around, fed up with the waiting around. She contemplated using the phone in the school to call him. As soon as Paris spun on her heels to do so, she ended up running smack dab into a tall guy with dreadlocks hanging down inches from his buttocks. She gasps.

This dude is so damn fine; she was mesmerized. Paris tried to remember where she saw him

As soon as Paris spun on her heels to do so, she ended up running smack dab into a tall guy with dreadlocks hanging down inches from his buttocks. She gasps.

This dude is so damn fine; she was mesmerized. Paris tried to remember where she saw him because he looked so familiar, but her brain and mouth failed to work at the moment.

Source: Final Sample Reading

Secrets Unveil Sample Reading #MondayBlogs


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.

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