Monday, November 11, 2013

Author Spotlight - Dominique Wilkins

Today my special guest is author Dominique Wilkins, better known to some of us as Dee Double-u.  

Dee came by to share her new release, I Need a Little More Jesus, with us. 

Seventeen-year-old Giselle Donahue, is banished from her home when she becomes pregnant without a husband for fear of their community discovering her secret. Her father refused to allow her to return for even a visit or check in with her ailing mother, suffering from chemotherapy treatments.  

On her own, Giselle is filled with fear, regret, and guilt because she feels that God might be punishing her for her sin. After undergoing more pain and misery in exile, Giselle eventually meets Mitch, an older widow and Veronica, a prostitute who are also fighting their own demons. Their life experiences cause them to question their faith in a God that would allow such suffering, until they discover that their meeting is more than an accident.

Giselle tipped up the stairs and strained to reach the third flower pot from the end, where the spare key was hidden. It was harder work stretching over this bannister today than it ever seemed before. It felt like either her arm had become shorter or the window ledge had grown longer. Leaning over the railing was killing her as it pushed on her enlarged belly. As she leaned in, it seemed like the baby inside of her was pushing away with his feet (even the baby knew that she should not be there).

She was so preoccupied with getting the key, that she hadn’t notice the Cadillac pulling up behind her quietly, or the once empty block seeming to fill up with foot traffic. She hadn’t expected it to take so long to get into the house. Giselle knew she wasn’t supposed to be here, but she figured that if she came early after everyone had left for work and school, no one would pay any attention to her sneaking in through the front with a key.
The big, burly man, who had been staring, quickly exited his car and walked up to her and was upon her before she knew it. He moved so quickly, she was not alerted of his presence until she heard his voice growl behind her, “What are you doing here? What do you want from us?”

The unexpected sound of his voice and the anger in its tone scared her so much, she was sure she may have peed on herself a little. She whirled around to face him, unable to hide the guilty expression on her face. She hadn’t expected him to be there. She purposely planned to get the spare key and get in after he had left for the day. She was speechless and looking for words to say to explain being caught with her “hands in the cookie jar.” Pastor Donahue wanted to know why she was trying to get into his house without an invitation and she had no answer!

Since she didn’t respond, he spoke again, “Leave this place at once and do not come back again, if you know what is good for you!”

At that moment, she suddenly found her voice, and it was just as angry as his, “I left because I wanted to, but as long as my mother is here and she is sick, you cannot tell me that I can’t come back here to see her. I am a grown woman and if I want to see my mother, then I will, unless she tells me directly not to.”

No sooner than the words left her lips, her father’s hands left his sides. He only intended to grab her arms and shake some sense into her. It was not the way that he raised this rebellious girl to talk back to her elder, let alone, her father. He had not realized that his harmless intent combined with her positioning on the stairs would cause her to fall down the flight of stairs.

Good sense makes one slow to anger, and it is his glory to overlook an offense.( Proverbs 19:11)

He stood there at the top of the stairs towering down over his pregnant daughter as she lay sprawled across the ground at the foot of their home- in front of everyone to see, including his wife, who had decided at that moment to muster enough energy to greet the mail lady, whom she thought was responsible for the noise coming from the porch…

You can get your copy of I Need a Little More Jesus here: 



and also on Dee's web site -

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