NA Urban Christian Fiction
Date Published: Release day Nov. 5th 2020
Publisher: Jess, Mo’ Books LLC
“Dear Diary, On September 3, 1982, two things happened that I’ll never forget: I acquired an older sister, and I fell in real love. But tell me, what does an eight-year-old know about love?”
For nearly a decade, Hosea Felix and Gomer Williams were inseparable. She loved him from the moment she laid eyes on him. Their friendship was iron-clad until temptation rocked Gomer to her core. Somewhere along the way, she fell for another guy and traded young love for instant pleasure. Not only is Jeri Cole fine—he is a bonafide gangsta, unattainable, and off-limits. Jeri was all Gomer could think about, and the only thing she thought she wanted. Despite her big sister already laying claim to him, not much could stop Gomer from clawing at the possibility of love and diva status. Getting with Jeri felt right…but at what cost?
Gomer never backed down. She is the original bad girl—ratchet, bougie, and insatiable. Feel like you wanna dislike her? Well, get in line.
They Call me Gomer… JC Miller’s sophomore spin-off novel enthralls readers with a deeply woven, emotionally heart-tugging take on the Book of Hosea. By examining rape culture, drug addiction, family secrets, and the vulnerabilities of young Black girls in pursuit of fortune and fame, this contemporary tale gives those in search of a good dra-mance all the feelings!
She will chase after her lovers but not catch them; she will look for them but not find them. Then she will say, “I will go back to my husband as at first, for then I was better off than now. Hosea 2:7
Dear Diary: December 12, 1994
My dream guy drives a midnight blue Lexus GS, pimped out in a full body kit with chrome BBS
rims, and a sleek black leather interior. He cruises the streets in a gangsta lean, with tinted windows deliberately rolled down so that everyone can see him with me.
My dream guy is a smooth chocolate brother, a Nubian king, who smells as good as he looks.
From the crown of his S-Curl parted box fade to the sole of his Jordan Steel kicks, his gear is always tight. The gold and diamond-encrusted Jesus piece he wears around his neck cost more than the average yearly salary in the hood. Everyone gives him props. He earns respect, and you dare not cross him. He’ll shoot anyone who gets out of line and not think twice about it.
My dream guy and me, we eat expensive seafood dinners at fancy restaurants. We sit at the VIP
tables in the clubs and sip on bottles of Cristal while losers straight-up jock us hard. I can’t blame them though; we do look good together.
At night, my dream guy lays me back in our king size bed, in our leather decorated penthouse apartment overlooking the city, and he makes…my…mind…and body…feel…free.
You ever know a dream guy and wanted him so bad you’d do just about anything to be with him?
I know mine, and his boo ain’t me.
Damn shame,
Go-Go
About The Author
JC Miller lives in the scenic Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania with her husband, children, and floppy-eared Bassador pup.
Raised by a single-mother in the Bronx, JC pulls from early experiences to showcase the soul of the ghetto through faith-based novels. She also dedicates much of her time uplifting women via her blog and creating content with partner MR Spain, through their publishing company, Jess, Mo’ Books LLC.
On her days off, you can find JC whipping up her famous Red Velvet Cake and listening to songs from her impressive vinyl record collection.
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