When You've Been Blessed (Feels Like Heaven) [NOOK Book]

What’s a woman of God to do when everything, even her faith, begins to fall apart?

Gospel star Tonya Langford-Hill revels in her role as First Lady of her husband’s church and is proud to be the wife of one of the most successful pastors in Central Arkansas. When an unexpected revelation sends shock waves through her life and her marriage, she finds herself on the edge of losing everything that ever mattered to her. Will Tonya regain her faith and accept the blessings of love that eventually come flowing her way?




Excerpt:

I stepped out of the car and walked up to the white-washed stone building. Etched into the glass entry door was an illustration of Kwame Kane, sitting Indian-style with his eyes closed. His hands were clasped in front of him. He wore an Arabian tunic and a turban. Underneath the logo were the words, “Swami Productions”. I rolled my eyes and thought, so this man is gonna produce a gospel album, huh?


I followed a young intern through the building to a small waiting area. He assured me that Mr. Kane would be right with me and then left me to wait alone. I sat on a sofa and took in my surroundings: plush white carpet, old Hollywood-style white cloth couches and chairs, mirrored tables, platinum and gold album plaques and framed magazine covers lining the walls. It wasn’t flashy or gaudy as I’d expected. On the contrary, it was rather elegant.


I sat there for a few moments and then picked up a magazine and began to thumb through it. I sat there long enough to read through three magazines, check my messages and emails on my phone and use the restroom twice. I was fast losing my patience with Mr. Kwame Kane. After all, it was him who wanted to work with me. I pulled out my phone and dialed Palmer’s number.


“Tonya! How’s it going?”


“Well, it’s going great if the company wanted me to be able to describe Mr. Kane’s lobby in detail.”


“What do you mean?”



“I mean that this guy is so darned busy that he had an intern greet me and stash me in his lobby. I’ve been here for hours and I've yet to meet him. You can just tell A&R or whoever else at the label that I don’t care how they feel about this guy, I’m not gonna sit here and be treated like this!” I was into a full-on rant.


“Okay, okay, calm down. Let me check into this.”


“Yeah, you better check into this. I flew all the way here, to some little fishy-smelling town that I didn’t even know existed, and for what? To sit in the lobby like I’m on an audition? I already have a record deal, or doesn’t Mr. Kwame ‘The Swami’ Kane know this? I’m not some young desperate girl willing to take any and everything for a shot. I’m a legend. I have earned some respect!” I could feel my temper and the volume of my voice rising.


“Tonya, just take it easy and let me check on this.”


“Take it easy? How can—” I was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. I spun around with a frown and was face to face with none other than Mr. Kwame Kane.