BLACK OR WHITE WE ALL READ THE SAME AND Just Want a good read!

This novel is compelling and something that every human should think about. When our happiness is threatened one will stop at nothing to fight and preserved what is ours to keep. As  Dr. Reuben Stacey did in his case. Read an excerpt and find out why the good doctor wanted to end his life once he thought he had lost his wife forever. But had he? He had restored to some desperate acts for desperate measures only to come back and force him to tell all. To reveal his fate that he so desperately tried to alter!  There has been over 1000 people that has read this novel. People from all walks of life. People of prestigious professions and people who are great lovers of a good book. But I'm going to take a leap forward as I write this blog. ADM has been out for five years. It's still being read today. It is being checked out of libraries still today. When I decided to write this story, which in fact was inspired by my husband because of the love he has for me and I him, I wanted to write the unique and truly unexpected. Here's the clincher when you look at this cover you see a title and name, but when you turn the book over and see the author, you will see a black women who has written and surrounded her story with white characters! Yes, my debut novel was  written not about my race as one would call it, but another race. One factor is it really doesn't make any different because of the human factor. WE ALL NEED LOVE! Even the animals! At a panel discussion, I was asked by the mediator what did I enjoy the most about being an "African-American writer" my response was, "I don't consider myself as an African-American writer. I am a writer plain and simple. I've away been an advocate of books and enjoyed reading from a little girl. My favorite part of the summer was going to the library and check out as many books as my arms could carry. As an adult the cover and title is what caught my attention when looking for a really good read. Lots of times I didn't even think to see who or what they author looked liked until I purchased the book and was ready to read. I have this book on amazon.com and others sites as well. I've tried to strike up discussions with other authors and readers for a whole year, but know one will give me the time of the day. I believe when they see my profile and learn that I am black they figure, what could she write in a story that I could relate to. She has written something for black people. And that's the further-est from the truth.  The cover tells it all but people don't pay attention. I have ran my blog for over three years and over 282 people have viewed it, but not one wanted to buy the story. Or even want to discuss the book with me. My husband published my book buy starting our own publishing company in order to retain 100% rights! Something other publishing houses would not give up. . .  publishing rights. But all isn't bad I have had major bookstores purchase A Desperate Man four libraries in the US including Ohio where I am from.  And I know I am not a well known author but the book is very popular with those who have read the story. Take a few minutes and read reviews from my website http://adsperateman.weebly.com; tomorrow I blog about my experiences with book signing. I want to change the category of African-American to simply writer or author. One Day

After Five Years ADM Still Going Strong! Rated Five Stars!

PEOPLE ARE STILL READING THIS FANTASTIC BOOK!     READ AN EXCERPT NOW!

 With no one to hear his cries, Reuben felt confused, guilty, and overwhelmed with despair. The negativity that plagued him emerged from deep within his soul. He felt more isolated than ever now that the clone had given up. Everything was crashing down on him. Reuben concluded that Finch had disappeared or dropped off of the planet altogether. Everything that was negative rambled through Reuben's mind. Maybe he didn't love the clone like he'd thought he would. Maybe she felt it. But maybes didn't bring any consolation to his heart. With no way out it felt like the end of the road as he sat in the dark alone. The love of his life is gone, and it still hurt Reuben. After everything he'd gone through, the lying, deceit, and the secret cloning of his deceased wife, to have it backfire made his life seem futile.
   Absorbed in dismay, Reuben cried out for Norrell, and he cried for the clone, but neither could hear the echoes of his cries. Their faces flashed before him in the surrounding darkness. "Oh Norrie, where are you?" he cried out. He wondered if she was in heaven. Or had he sent her into purgatory? He have cheated her out of going to heaven by talking her into going along with his devious deed. He blamed himself for not telling the family that she had cancer. As it were, she had had a short time to live, and he cheated his children of spending the lasts days with her. The Witmans to say they loved her one last time.
    In his heart, he knew that  Norrell had gone along with his plan only to make him happy. "Selfish, selfish, selfish!!" Reuben said repeatedly while pounding his fist against his forehead. His mind was in such turmoil now that he wasn't sure of anything, except that he still missed his wife terribly. Time wasn't healing at least not in Reuben's case. It had been almost two years since her death. He missed her so much that he ached inside. No one understood the love they had shared. Reuben was at an all-time low. He concluded that if she were in purgatory, he wanted to be there with her. At least they would be in torment together. Reuben found a bottle of whiskey in the bottom drawer of his dresser, and downed half the bottle quickly becoming intoxicated. He lay on his bed, his mind restless. He pounded his fist into the pillow as though it were his enemy. But he grew weary and couldn't find solace from beating the pillow.
     Reuben got up, wobbled to his closet, and took down a black box from the shelf. He reached into his pockets and took out his keys. Trying to find the right one turned out to be a task. "Damn it!" he shouted when the keys slipped through his trembling hands and clanged on the floor. "Can't I do anything right anymore?" Reuben hid his face in his hands as he tried to get a grip. Wearily he pushed back a lock of curly hair that had fallen from its place. Slowly he bent down to pick up the keys, but he tumbled down to the floor instead. Once down, he didn't want to get up, so he laid there for a minute or two before remembering that he had an agenda. Forcing himself up, he took the key and the black box and managed to find his way to the bed. Reuben flopped down on the bed took the key, and opened the box. Inside laid his 9mm, handgun. He inserted the clip and cocked it back.
    Reuben just sat there for a moment, staring at the gun. Finally he turned the gun toward his face. His hands began to shake as he placed the gun inside his mouth. Tears streamed down his face.
The more he thought about it, the more he planned to end it all. With his hands trembling and his breathing growing increasingly rapid, he closed his eyes and put his finger on the trigger. With a hard grunt he pulled the trigger. . . CLICK!!!!. . . Sorry! You'll have to buy the book to find out what happened! Go to  www.amazon.com, order ADM, on Kindle or down load to your PC or Mac. Kindle edition $9.99 and hard cover @ $25.95.
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