How One Keep A Relationship- Love Unconditionally 

First, get to know and love yourself!

Happy Friday!

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

— Anonymous


“There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.”

— John Lennon

Writing Challenge for SYTYCW- Opening Line #amwriting #WriterWednesday #romance


Where it all began with Michael J.


I was introduced to this challenge for SYTYCW(So You Think You Can Write) @Harlequin this Sunday passed by the beautifully spirited writer friend named Marquessa. You can find her awesome blog at Simply Marquessa where you will find wonderful posts and sexy stories. She had me on fire with this post and the previous ones, so afterwards, go visit hers, you won’t be disappointed.

Here’s the prompt: Your hero and heroine have just met. Give us your hero’s most impactful/ funny/ sexy/ intriguing/ eye-catching opening line!


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Michael isn’t the type to wait, but for Cynthia, she’s worth it. From her raven-black hair to her French manicured toes, Michael will wait for a lifetime for her. Sitting at an oak table by a window near the back of the coffee shop he frequented since his college days, he waited patiently still for Cynthia. Their online interaction which led to nightly phone calls has always left them desiring more.

Sitting tall with a 6’6 muscular frame of Iroquois and Greek mixed, his handsome, chiseled face transforms to wistfulness. Where is she? He wonders. His chestnut eyes began to search frantically around until-

Cynthia is like a breath of fresh air as she sashay his way. The scantily red baby doll dress with stilettos was sending burning longing Michael’s way.

Her witchy green eyes glared at him. He smirks. “So you decided to meet here? You naughty boy,” her husky voice teased.

“Yet, here we meet again after all this time.” Michael gruffly replied back, his eyes bore into hers with hunger.

Read the rest of the series by clicking on the stories below. Let me know what you think. I will also be taking a break from the Michael J series for this character is complex, daring, and… and I felt like I wasn’t doing him much justice. I may resume this series at a later date.

Thanks for reading!

The Eccentric Soul Of Michael J

Not A Good Time Today- Michael J 

Tell Me What You Want 

Tell Me What You Want- #amwriting #fiction #MichaelJseries

Home is where most say the heart is. Wanting to end his day, a man’s work is never done; Michael drove to de Passo’s Italian and Soul Cuisine and picked up his large order for eight.
“Thanks Crystal. Tell John I said to call me.” He stated, retrieving his AMEX card and receipt.

“Will do Mr. Michael. Is the party still on for next Saturday?” Crystal inquired, her eyes sparkle with hopefulness.

“Yes, definitely! Now, don’t lie and say you have to work, because I know you’re off.” Michael laughs loudly.

“I won’t.” Crystal took a waiting customer’s order, and Michael told her he would hold her to it.

After dinner, Michael sat in his office chair re-reading the revision of the proposal for the Dressel building. In the midst of taxing concentration, Cynthia snuck up on him, massaging his shoulders.

“Rough day, huh?” She asked, kneading deeper into his aching muscles. The quick shower he took before running to eat dinner with his family, didn’t help much.

“Oh, yeah. I don’t want to talk about work right now. Exhausted from that still. Where are the children?” Michael got up to lay back on the ivory chaise bought from Ontario by his mother, and briefly closed his eyes.

“Hmm. Everyone is everywhere; either doing homework, learning their dance steps for ballet recital, or something.” Cynthia disrobed. She pressed a button on a remote control, and soft jazz permeated the room.

Michael still has his eyes closed, feeling fatigue eating away at him. He can slightly feel the movements his wife made, and succumb to her skillfulness.

“Just relax, baby, while I massage you everywhere,” Cynthia breathes the last word out, grabbing the almond oil.

“Okay,” Michael stayed on his back, more so since he didn’t have enough energy to turn over.

Cynthia resumes her massage, paying close attention to any areas that bought on pain or delight; from him working so hard. Another side of Michael working diligently, he works even harder to stay healthy and keeping his body in impeccable shape.

Cynthia always maintained her wifely duties on the daily but lately, she’s been slacking. And with Michael being such a wonderful husband and father, she can’t dream of ever screwing up; not with the many women vying for her position.

She absentmindedly mounted her husband, stopping to study his handsome, angular face. She traced a wet line from his ear to his slightly pointed chin. Michael have always been attractive, at times she feels like his face is prettier than hers. Time changed them; his for the better and hers for the worse. Life had really taken its toll.

Michael moans in response to the finger-walking acts that Cynthia made up and down his arms and hairless chest. It was moments like these that made her appreciate what she has; especially when she tries to put forth an effort in all that she does.

“Go lower, ba,” Michael instructed, Cynthia went to take hold of-

“MOMMY! DADDY!” “Daddy, tell Xavier to stay out of my way,” goes two of the thirteen children who  dared to barge their way in yelling at the top of their lungs. What the hell happened to the door being locked? Michael thought as his eyes flew open in shocked.

“Hey! Hey! Y’all do not come through this door when its closed!” Cynthia shouted over their quarreling. She quickly threw on her red silk robe while Michael lay back casually like he didn’t have a care in the world. Cynthia fumed.

“But Mom, X knows not to bother me while I’m rehearsing for my recitals. I have only two-” Destiny whined.

“Don’t but Mom me. You are older than he is, Destiny. You know better than to come barging your way in here yelling!” Cynthia fussed, cutting her daughter off.

“But Xavier interrupted an important part though.”

“Des, like your mother said, you are older than he is. He’s only twelve and with you being seventeen, you have been taught how to handle a situation as this. Xavier, time again I preached to you about leaving your sister be when she’s going over her recitals.

Now I know how much you love your sister and seeing her dance, but give her some space to rehearse. Okay? You’ll see the final at the recital. Now kiss and make up,” Michael watches as they did so and smiles.

Once the children said apologies to each other and to their parents, they left the room talking about ice cream. Michael’s grin was slapped off his face when he turned to see Cynthia with her arms folded. Her eyes was glaring with anger. Before a word could escape his mouth, Cynthia bellowed,

“Why the hell didn’t you locked the damn door? You know how they are!”

Michael was taken aback, but not so much of what came next that nearly drove him to tears…

Thank you for reading and showing support for the Michael J series. It really means a lot. I’m not sure what Michael and his family have in store for us next week, so stay tune to find out!

Please do follow up on the series by clicking on the links:

Writing Challenge Teaser

Part 1

Part 2

Pamela E. Hester ©2016

If We Were Having Coffee…

If we were having coffee, I’ll start off by asking how your day went. Tell me how have you been, what’s new in your life, and/or anything particular you want to get off your chest. Because darling, I have a load to get off of my mines.

If we were having coffee, I’ll take Arabica flavor with hazelnut or caramel macchiato. Sigh. I take a sip and stare afar but won’t keep you in suspense. This virtual coffee date may become a bit tense.

If we were having coffee, I’ll tell you I didn’t get the job I spoke about getting to support my daughter and me in a previous post. It’s the same job I was offered before that I couldn’t take because of our, my daughter and my, situation. My heart was set since I’ve done quite well in the interview than the last time! I was sick at the first interview!

I would tell you how devastated I am and how I have to keep pushing to find another job. I would tell you how hard it is to get a job in the field you went to school for- medical, and how the job process is long and tiring. And scary too. Fingers crossed.

If we were having coffee, I’ll tell you how much I am working on my mental health and how a disbelieving, nerve wracking news has affected me so. At first, I was under the impression that a daughter of my child’s father was going to be dropped on us. It’s kind of weird how I planned for MY escape and all awhile without asking me, he assumed I would care for HIS daughter that he conceived with another woman years before we met. In any other time, on another astral plane I probably could.

If we were having this delicious coffee, I would tell you how I can not and will not help this thirteen-years-old child over my own. It’s unfair that the girl’s mother doesn’t want her and I would have to pick up her motherly duties. The girl is rebellious, wild, and don’t like to be told. Over the few years of knowing her, when I was to babysit her, she was okay but as she became a teenager, she won’t listened when her father and I told her to put her education first instead of chasing boys. I know being a teenager is hard and terrifying, but she simply like doing things her way; especially since her mother is always on the road leaving her and her other sisters (on her mother’s side) home alone. I’m just not able to care for her when I have too much on my plate and hindrance against me as it is.

If we were having coffee, I will remind you that I’m not a wife nor stepmother and my duties can only go so far. I would ask you if you think I’m complaining. Or is it the anxiety taking over. I’ve lost sleep in the last week and running on very low fuel.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that now the girl won’t be living with us. Her father been informed after figuring out what’s been going on with no questions answered for days that his child has a terrible, god-awful disease called AIDS. I will be praying for her, cause I believe it’s her parents job to do what’s best for her like I have to do for my daughter.

Thank you for sitting in on this coffee chat. I appreciate it greatly for listening to me. Have a wonderful day!
Always be protected. Always be safe. Talk to your children or anyone about the importance of safe sex especially with our young people. 💜