Somebody's Sinning in My Bed

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Pat G'Orge-Walker delivers a wickedly funny, uplifting novel of love and betrayal. . .good karma and bad karma. . .sin and redemption. . .

Reverend Grayson Young and his wife Chyna have the perfect marriage. Perfect, that is, if you believe Reverend Young is walking the walk as well as talking the talk. For while the Reverend preaches about the evils of infidelity, both he and his wife are having so many affairs, you'd think the day of reckoning was at hand. And when Reverend ...

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Overview

Pat G'Orge-Walker delivers a wickedly funny, uplifting novel of love and betrayal. . .good karma and bad karma. . .sin and redemption. . .

Reverend Grayson Young and his wife Chyna have the perfect marriage. Perfect, that is, if you believe Reverend Young is walking the walk as well as talking the talk. For while the Reverend preaches about the evils of infidelity, both he and his wife are having so many affairs, you'd think the day of reckoning was at hand. And when Reverend Young catches his wife in the act at the fittingly named Sweet Bush Lounge, his faith and love for his wife are put to the ultimate test. . .

Distraught, Chyna turns to her sister Janelle for guidance--the same sister whose man she stole years ago. But if Chyna thinks she's getting sympathy from Janelle, she'd better think again. Cordell was Janelle's first love. And even though Cordell and Chyna eventually divorced, Janelle still feels the sting of their betrayal. As far as Janelle sees it, what goes around comes around, so it's now Chyna's turn to be hurting. What follows are squabbling, chaos, and surprises that show how hard the road to salvation really is. . .

Praise For Pat G'Orge-Walker

"Ms. Walker pens a tale so funny that you'll fall out of your chair laughing, and so poignantly realistic that you'll wipe tears from your eyes. . . a must-read." --Angela Benson on Cruisin' on Desperation

"One of my favorite writers of all time." --Zane, New York Times Bestselling Author

"Christian comedy fiction at its best." --Library Journal on Mother Eternal Ann Everlastin's Dead

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  • ISBN-13: 9780758235411
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 8/5/2014
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 265,173
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Pat G'Orge-Walker
Pat G'Orge-Walker is a former record industry veteran who has worked for several major labels including Epic, Def Jam, and Columbia. She also performed with the legendary 60's girl group, Arlene Smith and the Chantels ("Maybe") as well as with gospel groups. In between writing books and spending time with her husband Rob in their Long Island, New York, home, Pat is busy touring the country performing her sold-out One Woman Sister Betty comedy show.
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Somebody's Sinning in My Bed


By Pat G'Orge-Walker

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2009 Pat G'Orge-Walker
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-3541-1


CHAPTER 1

Violent March winds swirled viciously along Brooklyn, New York's Linden Boulevard, showing little respect for a supposedly holy and consecrated Sunday night. From the second earth took its form, God set that seventh day aside for everything He'd created to praise His work. However, as if mocking God, the very winds He'd created angrily kicked around empty wine and liquor bottles along a small section of Linden Boulevard that struggled to hide its poverty. Small yet powerful wind funnels seemed to mock heaven as they propelled scraps of paper toward the night sky. In a blink of an eye, it then turned its anger on small colorful plastic crack vials, tossing them against the street curbs like dice.

And then, without a warning, evil shifted its shape and intention as it prepared to release its minions.

That night, chaos of another sort was about to visit Linden Boulevard and fierce gusts of winds and signs of poverty along that stretch were the least of its problems. That night, some folks would learn that what goes around certainly does come back around, bringing with it the proverbial flip-top can of vicious comeuppance.

Further down Linden Boulevard the distant purring of an automobile somehow reached through the howling wind to make its presence known. As if on cue, a nearby broken streetlight suddenly flickered, revealing a slow-moving powder-blue 2006 Mercedes.

The car's driver found a spot, parked, and slowly stepped out. The embers of a lit cigarette flickered as a figure of a man was outlined. He puffed once more before tossing it to the ground.

As if accepting the challenge to step up its evil, the wind suddenly changed its direction toward the Mercedes, abandoning its game of tossing about litter. Loud wooshing sounds accompanied its assault. It homed in on the rear flap of the man's expensive chocolate-brown trench coat, causing the material to fan rapidly.

The man suddenly stood still. With eyes narrowed and determined, he suddenly looked back toward his car. It was as though he were daring the wind to do its worst. He muttered, "Go to hell!"

He had dark, penetrating brown eyes that were set deep onto an extremely tawny-complexioned handsome face that hinted of a possible mixed heritage. Then he sucked in a deep breath of night air as though it were his last.

He'd only taken a few steps when one hand suddenly flew up and grabbed at the tan fedora about to fall off his head. He was too slow. The wind would not be denied and blew the expensive fedora over into the middle of the filthy street.

Through it all, he kept his eyes focused and determined. Without a word, he walked a few feet and retrieved the hat, placing it snug onto his head, and turned back to the sidewalk. He'd ignored the filth not so much from fear but almost as a reflex because of what he was about to do. With his hat now secured, he used the same hand to hold the front of his coat, not wanting anyone to see what he had hidden.

There was no turning back now.

Across the street there was a working streetlight. It burned bright on the man as he crossed the street as though to make up for those lights that didn't.

The man moved toward a two-story building nestled between a totally abandoned building and a closed Neighborhood Multi-Service Center. He came within a few feet of his destination and stopped. Despite the darkness, he could see clearly through a small square glass pane. He scowled briefly at a sleeping, obese man.

The portly man was supposed to be alert, but it was nighttime and sleep had claimed the bouncer for the Sweet Bush. Despite nodding off in a deep coma-like sleep and snoring like a bull with asthma, he somehow managed to keep from falling off a stool that was much too small for his wide girth.

The man was tempted to snatch off his unclean fedora, slap the bouncer, and stuff one of those disgusting snores back down his throat, but he needed to stick to the plan.

The man hugged his coat, again, against a body that had been well worked out and buffed. Being a bit of a health fanatic, he hadn't even started smoking until recently when it seemed as though his life was falling apart and brought him to where he now stood.

With one hand, he angrily pushed hard against the oak wood door. The door swung open and closed quickly. It almost nipped the hip of the man as he poured into the front room of the Sweet Bush Lounge.

Noise affected the bouncer much like a sleeping pill; with his barrel chest heaving slightly, he shifted his weight on the stool and continued sleeping soundly.

In a deep sleep, the bouncer would not be a problem.

Fool. The man suppressed a rising growl in his throat as he dismissed the bouncer as a threat. He chose, instead, to adjust his eyes to the dim lounge lights. While he slowed his heart to a manageable beat, he stood transfixed between the panels of a red velvet curtain and peered through a wall of love beads. His handsome face was stoic. With little effort he inhaled in the streams of thick, cloudy, cigarette and reefer smoke for what seemed like an eternity.

But it wasn't.

It'd only taken a moment before he fully understood that none of the other few patrons inside the dark smoky din of lust had paid particular attention to his entrance. Why should they? He wouldn't be the first, or hardly the last, to stumble through that door looking peaceful or angry, on the hunt for whatever was forbidden and getting it.

CHAPTER 2

The Sweet Bush was one of Brooklyn's worst-kept secrets. There were plenty of folks, young and old, rich and poor; the beautiful and the downright ugly, flooding in from miles around. They were unfulfilled souls who'd repeatedly risked reputations and relationships to freak nameless others. Full of denial and sex-driven demons, when they left at sunrise, they clung to a hope that their trysts stayed behind, hidden in condoms and disguised inside shot glasses.

The man pulled out the .357 Magnum from where he'd hidden it tucked in his waistband beneath his coat. With the gun now raised chest-high, his eyes searched. Side to side, his hypnotic gaze swept around the hall. With nothing and no one to stop him, he moved on.

As he inched closer to his destination, what moments before had been a purposeful gait suddenly became clumsy.

It'd been some time since he'd secretly visited the Sweet Bush. He'd visit the haunt usually after leaving his young wife crying in their king-size bed, less than satisfied and belittled. He reasoned his wife's hurt feelings and lack of sexual fulfillment were necessary collateral damage.

After all, he was the Right Reverend Grayson Young. He was the son of the renowned late Bishop Isaiah Young and the late First Lady Mildred Young. It was only natural that upon his father's death, ten years ago, every leader of faith anointed him Brooklyn's megachurch phenomenon.

With eyes still blazing, Reverend Young whispered, "One day I've got to ask God what He thinks about that." He snickered at the joke to which only he was privy as he took a quick glance around.

Inside the Sweet Bush, as well as in the Reverend Grayson's mind, it seemed nothing much had changed since he'd last visited. The laid-back, free-love, ambience of the place was the same, and the soft and jazzy music of Kool and the Gang's "Summer Madness" filled the lounge.

"Reverend Grayson Young." A bald, fat man called out to him. "Well suh, I can't believe someone like you, after all these months, would come back down here to get down. I still can't believe it's you preaching all that fire and brimstone from the pulpit of New Hope." He stopped and gave a conspiring wink. "I sometime catch the second service on television when I can't make it to my own church." He followed his revelation with laughter that sounded more like snorting as he extended a hand. "At least you don't have to worry about these others knowing who you really are. Trust me, none of them go or even think about church. Your secret has been and will be safe with me."

Reverend Young just stared in disgust. The weight of the gun lessened but his anger grew as he mumbled. "Who gives a damn who recognizes me? Just stick to the plan, Reverend. Just stick to the plan. She's waiting for you."

Reverend Young's head jerked suddenly and he looked back toward the entrance to the Sweet Bush. His ears picked up the taunting from the outside wind as it made a wooshing sound for his ears alone. "For God is not mocked," he heard the wind say.

He staggered slightly, placing his hand that held the gun behind him. He planned to harm any avenging angels should God decide to send them.

Reverend Grayson Young had played spiritual tag with his Heavenly Father one time too many. He'd preached one way and lived another. Year after year, Sunday after Sunday, he'd called upon his congregation to give up their evil ways. He'd condemned those who stepped out of the bounds of marriage to fulfill their lust, although he'd stepped out to the point of no longer wanting his wife.

That night all accounts needed settling. He'd discovered that for almost a year it was possible that his wife, First Lady Chyna, might've done just as much tipping as he. He'd had her followed one evening, and it seemed that she favored the Sweet Bush, too. And the reverend couldn't take that.

He set about lighting parts of the Sweet Bush afire with the lit candles that just moments before were ambience.

"I'm fired up and I've come to kill my wife!" the reverend yelled, waving his gun in the air, sending petrified Sweet Bush patrons looking for the exits.

CHAPTER 3

Inside a two-room suite at the Hilton hotel just a few miles off the New England Thruway in Tarrytown, New York, Chyna Young woke with a start. There was something deep within her spirit that suddenly felt, as the old folks would say, as though someone had stepped on her grave.

It took her a moment to realize she wasn't in her own bed and the sudden tug of an arm pulling her into an embrace calmed her.

Her long dark hair cascaded onto the queen-size pillow as she moved closer to inhale the scent from her current affair.

"Can I order something for us?" The man, young and willing with skin smooth and dark like shaven chocolate, arose. He was still naked and showed no apology, yet he moved in a way that offered her more of him if she'd wanted.

"Just tea for me," Chyna answered as she stretched and rose up on one elbow as she admired his physique. She loved a well-built man.

For a brief moment, a mask of sadness appeared upon Chyna's face as she remembered that at home she already had one. At least that was the way it was supposed to be. Her husband, the supposedly wonderful and heaven-bound reverend spent little time at home and even less in their bed. Early in their marriage, she'd spent more time crying in their bedroom than she did at the church. Once she discovered that the good reverend wasn't just laying hands at the church, but that he'd brought other women into their king-sized bed, where she'd caught him each time, she'd begun to seek satisfaction elsewhere.

"I'll turn on the television while I call down."

"Thank you," Chyna answered as she briefly enjoyed the touch from one of his powerful hands as he reached across her for the remote.

"Do you always look this beautiful?" he'd asked as though this weren't their second encounter.

Chyna smiled. This man made her laugh whereas her husband had stopped doing so long ago, and if for no other reason, she felt close to him. She loved that he'd asked with the enthusiasm of a teenager although he was hardly one. According to him, when they met a few weeks ago, he was still in his twenties, but married with a pregnant wife and a two-year-old. They'd met at a Christian club where the sanctity of faith was supposedly upheld and the chances of sinful encounters minimized.

"I'm freelancing on the weekends with different bands," he'd told her. "I guess you can tell by my long fingers that I can play one hell of an organ."

They hadn't even exchanged names yet, and the flirtation had already started. The club was in New Jersey, though neither of them knew much about the state.

Chyna was about to say something to him, but she was stopped cold by what she saw and heard on the television.

"There were no survivors from the Sweet Bush fire ..."

Chyna didn't remember reaching for her clothes, but she did remember seeing her husband Grayson's Mercedes as the news camera panned along the street in front of the Sweet Bush. Even before the sight of the license plate appeared, she knew it was their car.

It couldn't have been more than another few moments before Chyna had gathered her things, found her car, and fled the hotel without so much as a good-bye or a thank-you.

CHAPTER 4

Thirty minutes after she'd fled the hotel and left the remnants of her affair probably in chaos Chyna could barely keep to the speed limit. She struggled to navigate the winding parkway road before she turned off the Jackie Robinson Parkway. She scraped the front fender as she did. Despite the damage she was sure she'd done to the car, her small hands clutched the steering wheel. Letting go wasn't an option.

"Oh God, I'm sorry ..." Chyna wanted to pray further, but couldn't. She'd promised God after several other trysts that she'd lean on Him and not seek revenge on Grayson. But she'd lied to herself and to God.

Her car skidded and came to an abrupt halt just in time to keep from rear-ending a school bus that had slowed down with the rest of the traffic.

Despite her belief that at that moment her God was in an unforgiving mood where she was concerned, there was a spiritual force that helped Chyna to keep her car on the road. Was it still His grace that kept her sanity as she alternated between trying to erase the image of Grayson's Mercedes on television and her own sins, and the fact that if her husband was in the Sweet Bush he was now gone?

Finally Chyna pulled into the driveway of her expansive Highland Park home. She heaved violently from the car, all the way to the shrubs, trying to purge all that had happened.

Chyna had always appreciated living in a quiet and secure neighborhood but never more than she did at that moment. The only sounds heard or made were hers. Despite all the emotions that hopscotched about inside her head, which still looked disheveled, she had the presence of mind to leave the car window cracked before she'd bailed out. She'd attend to the mess later. She had bigger problems than a soiled car.

Chyna felt as though she were running on three legs. Every step she took was uncontrolled as she tripped, repeatedly. By the time she finally reached the stained-glass and oak door to her brick, three-story Tudor home, she had the strength of string.

"Alarm on. Please disarm immediately!" Chyna was startled by the robotic and unsympathetic voice blasting from the house alarm. Her body trembled, almost violently as she fought to remain on her feet.

"Oh God," she muttered. Ninety seconds hadn't passed. That was the maximum time she had to disarm before the police would be called. "Two-eight-six-three," she repeated the code, rearranging the order as she struggled to remember the code to disarm the alarm. With two seconds to go, she finally entered the correct code.

Stumbling through the front door, she managed to crack one of its glass panes with her elbow. Chyna couldn't stop had she wanted to. Finally, now almost crawling, she reached the hall stairway and surrendered to the support from its banister. Chyna became robotic, embracing a sense of safety.

For all her effort, Chyna made very little distance. She slumped down onto one of the wide marble stair steps, where she rocked and wept.

Minutes passed, or was it hours? How many? Chyna didn't know. Her legs felt stiff from not moving around and cold from the marble.

Although Chyna had no way of measuring the time, it seemed that every few minutes either the telephone or her cell phone rang. She ignored them. Deep inside she knew Grayson was gone, but she couldn't deal with it.


(Continues...)

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  • Posted September 21, 2009

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    Laughter is the Best Medicine of All!!

    "Somebody's Sinning in My Bed" by Pat G'Orge-Walker is a delightful treat! It is primarily the tale of two sisters - different as salt and pepper, yet with similar seasoning. Although different, both sisters have the same number of skeletons in the closet and many people are counting! Chyna is First Lady of New Hope Assembly, a church full of more scandals and mess than "The National Enquirer." To the outside world, Chyna has it going on - she is saved, she is beautiful, has all the treasures money can buy, and has the respectful title as First Lady, married to New Hope's leader, Reverend Grayson Young. Despite all of this, Chyna is unhappy and unfulfilled with her life and herself. Chyna's sister, Janelle, is also beautiful, outspoken, single, and could care less about the inside of a church and/or bible. Janelle and Chyna both harbor an unspoken grudge against one another, and cannot be in the same room longer than a few minutes without conflict - yet they love each other and have each other's back (um.well not all of the time).

    The story heats up (literally) when an unsavory club in the neighborhood, Sweet Bush Lounge burns down, and the good Reverend Grayson Young is caught in a scandal that will change the lives of Chyna, Janelle, many colorful characters of New Hope Assembly Church and anyone else connected to Chyna and Janelle. To add more fuel to the fire, Janelle's first love, Cordell, shows up like the ghost from Christmas past, with enough skeletons in his own closet to host an anatomy class. Cordell has a few scores to settle with both Chyna and Janelle and in the process, the floodgates of hell are opened and there is no turning back.

    One character readers will never forget is Deacon Pillar. Deacon Pillar steps in to provide help to Chyna, Janelle and Cordell and other members at New Hope Assembly - by any means necessary! Deacon Pillar had me laughing until my side hurt. I could visualize an entire book based on his character alone.

    Overall, I highly recommend this book! Author Pat G'Orge-Walker stepped out on faith, tried something a little different and hit a home run! Despite everything that is going on in the world right now, it was truly refreshing to pick up a good book and laugh.and laugh..and laugh again. "Somebody's Sinning in My Bed" confirms that laughter is the best medicine of all - it was just what the doctor ordered!

    Rating: 5 Beignets out of 5
    Reviewed by: Sonya Ward
    Books and Beignets (BAB) Book Club

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2009

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    Don't Point Fingers

    Pat G'Orge Walker's latest book is filled with characters that jump off the page. The books opening sets the tone for the fast pace story. Chyna feels her current tragedy is just payback for the sins she committed. The stress leads her sister Janelle to come to her rescue. There's several twists and turns in the story that will not let you put the book down. Chyna is the first lady and has to deal with several church members who are determined to get rid of her. Those same church members have a past that would make Chyna's seem meek and mild.

    Pat G'Orge Walker has a way of showing us our flaws in a humorous manner. She reminds us through her writing that all of us have sinned and shouldn't point fingers at others.

    I highly recommend this book. ~ Shelia M. Goss, Entertainment Writer & Author of Young Adult Books & Women's Fiction

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  • Posted August 15, 2009

    Somebody's Sinning In My Bed

    Somebody's Sinning in My Bed
    Pat G'Orge Walker

    When The Sweet Bush Lounge burns down, all hell breaks loose at New Hope Assembly, Church. The Reverend Grayson Young's "good book" is not good at all. The "talented" First Lady of New Hope, Chyna, is at the church's mercy and doesn't know why. Janelle, Chyna's sister comes to help her sister out, BUT now the sisters Ex Cordell shows up! What a mess. Then add in several pious church members who have their own agenda, and secrets of their own, stirring the pot calling the kettle black.

    This was an excellent read an quite a turn for author Pat G'Orge Walker. She has packed so much love, redemption and wisdom in the chaotic tale, of sinners, yet reminds us all that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future
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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2011

    Not a good novel at all!

    This is the first book that I have read by this author and I seriously doubt if I would read another book by her in the future. IN MY OPINION, the entire story was very far fetched and it was not enjoyable. The characters were not memorable at all and there were several inconsistencies with the plot. I kept archiving and unarchiving this book and I was going to delete it several times, but I wanted to finish it hoping the story would get better, but unfortunately it didn't.

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  • Posted June 4, 2011

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    I LOVE THIS STORY BECAUSE WHEN I FIRST READ IT I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO BE A BORING READ.NOT! THIS BOOK WILL HAVE YOU LAUGHING CRYING,HAVING EMPATHY,ANGER,A SINCE OF BETRAYAL,AND TRUST.CHYNA IS HURT WHEN SHE FINDS OUT SHE LOST HER HUSBAND IN THE ONE PLACE SHE THIOUGHT HE WOULDN'T BE.HIS DEATH SET OFF A EMOTIONAL WAVES OF FEELING BETRAYAL.YA SEE CHYNA HUSBAND IS THE PASTOR OF A CHURCH ,AND SHE'S THE FIRST LADY WHO STAND AT THE HELMS WITH HIM.BOTH HAVE SOME DIRTY SECRETS IN THIER CLOSET,BUT HER HUSBAND DIED WITH OUT REVEALING HIS.WELL, IF THE CHURCH IF THE CHURCH ADMINSTRATOR HAS ANY THING TO DO WITH IT.I DON'T WANT TO GIVE TO MUCH AWAY,BUT I WILL SAY THIS IS A MUST READ..

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  • Posted October 27, 2009

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    A story of love and marriage gone awry!

    Any book by best-selling author Pat G'Orge Walker is worth time and vested reasons not to put it down! 'Somebody's Sinning In My Bed' is a story paradoxical in nature with the nauture of adultery explored through the antics of a set of flawed characters written with verve. It's the Biblical story from John 8:3-11 all over again where God forgives a woman conducting an ilicit affair. The author does a credible job of weaving the story around a significant statement regarding judging others prematurelyu, while admonishing his disciples to prove themselves otherwise. The scripture leaves the room dim but with just enough light to to expose others.

    With a stunning storyline she flips the script, fast forwards to modern times and handcuffs the man who surely thought he'd gotten away. Let's get to the gist of this poignant read where the hunt for the forbiden is just as satisfying as getting it. The story is set in Brooklyn - notorious for mayhem, mischief and the misbehaving. We find Chyna Young and Janelle Pierce, sisters with discord and a distant fued stemming from occasional spats, and Janelle's taboo act of stealing her sister's boyfriend years ago. As their sibling rivalry reverberate with ongoing angst, the plot thickens a bit and focuses on New Hope Assembly, a church searching for an identity atypical of its leader. Reverend Grayson Young is a flawed minister who happen to get caught at the infamous Sweet Bush Lounge., Wrap this around the fact that Chyna, who is married to the 'good' Reverend is forced to bear the humiliation as First Lady and turns to Janelle for help. Meanwhile the church is in chaos trying to cope with the Pastor's infidelity.

    Will Janelle help, hinder or harangue her sister in her time of need? Will she be willing to forget and forgive; Or, will she revert to tending to her own set of problems? Meanwhile, Cornell Dewitt, he of good looks street smarts and a conniving spirit suggesting that he gets what he wants. Two-timing and not missing a step he falls prey to inuendo and allows it to enhance enmity between two sisters caught in a triumverate web of lies and deceit. Readers will want to know who will be the first to unlock the door to adultery, and who indeed holds the key! If power was a risky and persistent aphrodiasiac, then opportunistic value is much more coveted by all the players in this drama who seeks redemption. It proves to be a slow road to salvation as the author deftly writes indelibly. She shows that adultery (through her characters here) knows no boundaries when the equation is a formula that would take serious arithmetic to solve. When you play by numbers, make sure they add up, and with Chyna, Janelle, Cordell and the Reverend there is no common denominator.

    This is a typical Pat G'Orge-Walker novel in the sense that it's well-written and full of intrigue. The chapters are short and breezy with a cliffhanger-type mettle that makes it anticipatory of what will happen next. The story flows with good continuity that says a lot about how balanced the book is. In my opinion, this is the best book that I've read of this author and I've read them all! The stroy has the type of ending that reeks of a sequel.

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