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Without Faith by Author Leslie J. Sherrod

About the Book

A diva and a gentleman have shown up for couples counseling, but now Sienna is the one in danger....

She’s a sleuth. She’s a scorned wife. She’s a sista on a mission. Sienna St. James is more than a sharp-witted social worker. She’s a problem solver who keeps getting pulled into life-and-death mysteries that only complicate her already complex life. With a head-strong teenage son and a missing, estranged husband - who could be anywhere on the globe - Sienna has to figure out what gets her focus first: the questions she has about her own love and loss or the dangerous quirks and dark confusion of her current clients... And then there are the current eligible men around her who are jockeying for position, waiting for her to make up her mind about it all.

 

 

 About the Author

Leslie J. Sherrod, the recipient of the SORMAG Readers Choice Award for Christian Author of the Year (2012), has a Masters in Social Work and has worked as a therapist, just like her current protagonist, Sienna St. James. Her novels, Losing Hope, Secret Place, and Like Sheep Gone Astray have been featured in Baltimore’s Enoch Pratt Free Library Writer’s LIVE! Series, as well as local CBS and NBC affiliates, and on AOL’s Black Voices. She has received a starred review from Booklist and is a contributor to the bestselling A Cup of Comfort devotional series. A graduate of the University of Maryland, she also took courses in writing at The Johns Hopkins University. Leslie lives in Baltimore, Maryland with her husband and three children.

 

 

 

 

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Meet Shana Burton, author of Flawfully Wedded Wives

About the Book

Just when Sullivan, Lawson, Kina, Angel, and Reginell finally think they’ve gotten life figured out, fate steps in and throws them all a curve ball, adding fuel to the drama that seems to follow the ladies wherever they go.

Mt. Zion’s first lady, Sullivan Webb, has left her philandering ways behind her, but lingering questions surrounding her daughter’s paternity motivate Sullivan to seek out her own absentee father, Pastor Samuel Sullivan. What her search uncovers is years of lies, secrets, and betrayal that threaten to destroy the lives of almost everyone she loves.

Kina Battle’s newfound celebrity status as the winner of a popular weight-loss reality show goes to her head as quickly as she shed her unwanted pounds. Kina is prepared for the fame, endorsement deals, and celebrity appearances that come along with stardom. What she isn’t prepared for is the harsh backlash when her secrets are exposed and the public starts to question whether she is the devout Christian that she’s led everyone to believe she is.

Lawson Kerry Banks could get over her husband’s affair if the evidence wasn’t staring at her through the eyes of his love child. Lawson’s insecurities and inability to accept his child force Garrett to choose between the woman he loves and the child he’s fathered.

Life as the soon-to-be wife of high school football coach Mark Vinson lacks the excitement of Reginell Kerry’s former life. It certainly lacks the financial security that pulling down $1000 a week as an exotic dancer afforded her. When the bills start to pile up, Reginell goes back to doing what she knows best, only this time it may cost her more than she’s willing to pay.

Angel King’s broken heart finds a safe place to mend in the arms of high school classmate Jordan McKay. He respects her decision to abstain from sex until marriage, he loves the Lord, and he adores her. However, Jordan is harboring a dangerous secret that could destroy their relationship and leave Angel brokenhearted once again.

The ladies often fall victim to being led by their hearts instead of their heads. This time, they may have gone too far.

About the Author

As a child, Shana Johnson Burton, a native of Macon, Georgia, wanted to be two things: an author and a flower. Eventually, she sided with being an author. She is a two-time Georgia Author of the Year nominee and has received many awards and accolades for her work as both an author and educator. She is the mother of two children and enjoys reading, dancing, traveling, and taking long naps.

In addition to Flawfully Wedded Wives, Shana Burton is the author of Suddenly Single, First Comes Love, Catt Chasin’, Flaws and All, and Flaw Less.

As a child, Shana Johnson Burton, a native of Macon, Georgia, wanted to be two things: an author and a flower. Eventually, she sided with being an author. She is a two-time Georgia Author of the Year nominee and has received many awards and accolades for her work as both an author and educator. She is the mother of two children and enjoys reading, dancing, traveling, and taking long naps.

In addition to Flawfully Wedded Wives, Shana Burton is the author of Suddenly Single, First Comes Love, Catt Chasin’, Flaws and All, and Flaw Less.

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A Sinner's Cry!

Chapter 1
Rinnnnnnng. Rinnnnng.

The sudden shrill of the phone jarred me awake. Pulling my hand from under the soft bed covers, I fumbled and patted the cherry wood nightstand in search of the sound that annoyed and interrupted my peaceful slumber. My fingers made contact with the hard receiver, as I lifted my head off my satin pillow and put it up to my ear.

“Hello,” I groaned as if in pain.

The woman on the other end screamed, “Who is this?!”

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes while I averted a yawn. “You called this number, so you should know.”

I closed my eyes and lay back down.

“This is Jill Tate, you trick.”

My eyes popped open as if a fairy godmother had sprinkled dust in them. All the sleepiness I felt was gone. My body sprung up to attention as I turned on the lamp. The bright light temporarily blinded me. My heart began to pound like little staccato
drums being brutally hit. I took a deep breath and released the irritation that
threatened to consume me. Finally, I asked, after reeling my voice back into
control, “Jill who?”

“Tate.” The woman smacked her lips like she was sampling a sour piece of candy.

“You know who I am. I’m tired of you little tricks sleeping with my husband.”

“Sorry, but I think you have the wrong number,” I said as I rubbed my right eye.

“I don’t think so. I checked my phone bill and your number is all over it. Your trifling ass is sleeping with my husband, Darren.”

I sat straight up in bed and changed the phone from my left ear to the right one, trying to assure I heard what the woman had said. “Darren is not married, not the one I know.”

“Are you serious? Is that it? Really, is that all it takes for a man to get into women’s panties is to say he’s not married?”

“Sorry, but the Darren I’m seeing is not married.” My heart was beating hard inside my chest as my left hand balled up into a fist. I needed more information. I tried to think of what would be a good facial distinction to share with her to assure she had the wrong number and wrong man. “Is the Darren you’re seeing a professor with green eyes?”

“You’re not stupid. Yes, he has green eyes and I’m sure you knew he was married. All you skanks know. You’re just playing a role like you don’t.”

Silence.

“The cat got your tongue, doesn’t he, sucker? You can’t say a word?” Jill’s voice echoed so loud in my ear, I had to pull the phone away to prevent harm to my eardrum.

As I held the phone tightly, my right hand turned numb. I shook my hand, trying to get the blood moving again. I was getting angrier by the minute. Beads of sweat flowed down my oval-shaped face, colliding with the tears that stained my smooth mocha-colored skin. The phone call was real. The man I loved was not mine. He had a wife. I couldn’t think nor swallow the saliva as it increased in my mouth. Activities we did together became blurred; the passion shared became foreign as I tried to remember how his hands had caressed my body. But what I felt at that moment was pain ingrained in my heart like rough sandpaper. How dare that snake make me believe I was the only one?

Normally, I was quick on my feet with smart responses when faced with uncomfortable
situations, but I couldn’t think of anything substantial to say,so I blurted out, “You need to talk to him.”

“I’m talking to you, trick, and I demand you stay away from him or your ass is grass. Leave my husband alone. He needs to be home with his wife and kids.”

I hung up the phone and sat in the same spot frozen, unable to think about what to do next. As my nerves settled, I lifted my left hand to the side of my left temple and tried to wipe away the feeling of dread that crept over my skin like little ants roaming on an ant hill. I swiped away at the tingles that nagged my right arm.

Darren couldn’t be married. I tried to reason by crossing out conversations as they rolled through my mind. Some of the conversations left more questions than answers. Why did he sometimes disappear when I needed him? Why did he sometimes rush me off the phone?

I grabbed the phone and punched his cell phone number into the phone pad. The phone rang until it went to voicemail. “Darren, please call me, it’s urgent.” I left message after message, as I lost hold of myself in my attempt to reach out to him. “Please call me back. Some woman called, Baby, and said you were her husband. Baby, please call me. I need to know if this is true.” The calls were never returned.

Darren always called back, so I was surprised he had not returned my voicemails. I began to feel the caller had told the truth. Lately, Darren had been slipping out of my bed. It seemed that he could not spend the night as he had done so many times before.

After I waited about two hours for him to call back, I lay down and cried until I fell asleep on my soaking wet, tear-stained pillow.

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The next morning Darren arrived before nine A. M. I was headed to work. I was dressed in a red two-piece suit, but my 130-pound,well-toned body felt naked. To have someone call to say you are sleeping with their husband leaves you feeling unclean and vulnerable, like you need a bath.

Every part of you is exposed. My heart pounded through my chest at a rapid pace. The doorbell rang and I darted to the door; I knew it was Darren. As I swung the door open with much force, the slight wind circulated the cologne I had given him. The scent wafted through the front door before he did. It assaulted my nostrils and floated through them with a fierceness that made my knees buckle. Oh, how good this man smelled and how good he looked in his dark Armani suit that fitted his body as if the seamstress had made it just for him.

“Baby, I got all your messages. Let me explain.” He reached his arms out to me as if my five-foot-three stature would just fall into them. I stepped back.

“Are you married?” I asked in a pitiful, wounded voice. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes,threatening to cascade like a river down my face.

“Yes, but we filed for divorce. It’s over with us. It’s been over a longtime.” He looked down like a rat caught in a trap as he begged to be released from the contraption causing him pain. His eyes looked puffy like he had either been hit in them or as if he had not slept in days.

Slap! The sound across his face exploded like a huge wave slamming against hard steel. He tried to grab my hands to stop the sudden thrashing against his body. My hands and arms flapped out of control as they swung at him in all directions. The hits jabbed and punched him in every part of his face and chest. My mocha-colored fists began to blur as they pounded into his ribcage. He grabbed my hands to slow the rhythmic thuds that battered his chest and stomach. With the right eye-hand coordination, he was able to secure my arms stiff against his body with a firm grip. “Stop it, Denise. Stop it now.”

“Let me go!” I cried out between sobs as I tried to wiggle out of his embrace. “You are hurting me.”

He loosened his grip and I dropped to the floor in agony. Nothing could have hurt more. “Get out, Darren. Just get out.”

“You don’t mean that. I love you.”

As I looked up at him, the frown on my face thickened at the nonsense this man had spilled out of his mouth. “Love? What do you know about love, you cheating dog? I trusted you!”

Darren’s eyes widened as he bent down to my level and grabbed my hands. If he had not been holding me so tight, I would have attacked him again. He blinked back tears. “You don’t mean that. I can explain everything. Just listen to me.”

“Get out!” I screamed. “I said get out of my house!” Hurt by his deceit, my voice roared like thunder. The rumble snapped him out of his trance-like stance. Not wanting to upset me anymore than I was; he stood up,turned around on the shiny wooden floors and walked briskly to the door. As he neared the doorway, he turned back. Looking over his shoulders with his beady swollen eyes, he said, “This isn’t over.”

As he walked out, he slammed the door behind him. I sat on the foyer floor for about ten minutes. I bawled until the heat that beamed off the window warmed my skin. The sun’s hot rays were dangerous to my unprotected skin, but I couldn’t move. It caused the suit I wore to stick to my clammy, sweat-soaked body. Embarrassed by the snot that bubbled out every time I took another deep breath and let out another sob, I forced myself to get up. To do so, I had to crawl toward the hall’s table and use it like an anchor to pull up my weakened and angry body. This was the second Friday in March, my favorite month. Instead of laughter, excitement and happiness, as I planned my wardrobe for tonight’s activity with some friends, I felt like someone had knocked my teeth out of my mouth. Instead of preparation for a lovers’ weekend, I felt sad and broken. My heart felt like someone had taken a hammer and cracked it into little pieces.

How could I celebrate love when the love I had was not real?

After I pulled up on the table, I walked to the living room like a dead man taking his final walk right before being electrocuted. I grabbed the phone when I reached my destination. I gathered all my emotions,put them in check and breathed in hard as I prepared to talk calmly to my secretary. When the secretary answered the phone I told her I would not be in and then called my mother. Standing there, listening to the phone ring, I breathed in hard to control the sad, squeaky voice laced with pain that had become routine when I was upset. When I heard my mother pick up the phone I said, “Hello.”

“Denise, is this you?” my mother asked in a soothing voice, reflective of soft jazz.

The words lingered in my throat.

“Denise. Honey, what’s wrong?”

I felt like a little child who needed the comfort of her parent. At the sound of Mother’s voice, I gathered strength and whispered with a childlike soft voice,
“Mommy, I need you.”

**************

Before leaving to visit Mother, I showered again to knock the sweat off. As the water battered me in all the right places, I grabbed the soap and let the sweet smell of strawberries soothe me. I dried off, oiled my body down with Shea butter and put on a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt.

Brushing my sweaty, long, brownish-black, damp hair into a ponytail, I dabbed some brandy-colored lipstick on to mask how drained and broken I looked. I grabbed my purse, searched for the car keys, located them on the table in the foyer, put on a light jacket to ward off the thin chill in the air, set the house alarm and left. I drove thirty-five minutes to mother’s house.

As I drove to Mom’s, it occurred to me that Darren had provided so many signs of another woman being in his life. There were times he would leave early, arrive at my house at awkward unscheduled times, not answer his phone after he checked to see who was calling and the big one, going into the bathroom while lifting his finger to his mouth to shush me as he shut the door before talking on the phone. He would later explain it was the Dean of Students or the president of the college. Students or the president of the college. Like a fool, I believed him because I didn’t want to think he was seeing anyone else. I took the reasonable route and put my wild imagination into the back of my mind where I allowed it to stay under lock and key.

As I drove down the highway with plenty of time to cry again, I dried the tears that ran down my face with the back of my hand. Every now and then I banged my open hand against the steering wheel to punish myself for getting caught up, which was something I promised myself I would never do. One thing was certain: If I lived through this pain, I could make it through
anything.

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Prioritybooks Publications Presents New Author Stephanie Acon

**FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE**
November 2011

Wake Me up Please!

With the closing of one’s eyes, the subconscious can sometimes play cruel tricks on us. Images of us falling or in danger can engulf the mind, and leave us waking up in a cold sweat. When those moments happen, we are often relieved to realize that our escape from such terror comes with the simple task of opening one’s eyes. However, what happens when you do open your eyes and the realization that the nightmare is your reality becomes apparent?

In Stephanie Acon’s debut novel, Escape from a Nightmare, she paints a vivid portrait of vulnerability, fear, and what happens when people are in desperate need of guidance, but refuses to seek it.

When Gabriana first met Scholar, their attraction to one another was palpable. Wanting to maintain their connection, Gabriana deserted her family, friends, and dreams, in an attempt to give Scholar all the support and attention that she felt he needed. But with her normal surroundings gone, all Gabriana was left with were the familiar nightmares to keep her company. Often involving the people she love, her dreams would sometimes act as premonitions, warnings of things unknown, or fragments to a life forgotten. But as she’d gotten older she learned to discard her dreams, and focus on supporting her up and coming hip hop artist boyfriend, Scholar. But as each nightmare becomes more intense, Gabriana struggles with dealing with the horrors of her reality.

Stephanie Acon’s riveting portrayal of a broken woman struggling to grab for the pieces of her fragmented life touches those of all backgrounds. With elements of hip hop culture, Christian guidance, and the familiarity of approaching crossroads and knowingly choosing the wrong path, makes this novel a must read for people of all beliefs, views, and dreams.

Editor’s note: For more information about Escape from a Nightmare, or to schedule an interview with Stephanie Acon, call Prioritybooks at 314-306-2972 or write to prioritypublicity@yahoo.com. You may also contact the author at: scacon007@gmail.com. The book is available at http://www.amazon.com/, http://www.barnesandnoble.com/. If it is not on the shelf ask for it.

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**FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE**
October, 2011

A Sinner’s Cry

When Denise Reese was awoken out of her sleep by her cell phone ringing, she didn’t realize that it was the first sign of her world crumbling. Through the whisper of a stranger, the man and relationship that she held dear was now fully compromised. Feeling distraught and alone Denise decided to find solace in the arms of her mother and the church that she had been lapse from. Attempting to find redemption, the newly appointed pastor James Davis tries to lead his flock through the dissension within the walls of his church. While Pastor Davis and Denise Reese struggles to find an equilibrium in their lives, they also begin to examine the attraction between each other.

Rose Jackson-Beavers weaves an intricate tapestry of desire, lies, and conviction in her novel A Sinner’s Cry. By creating a dichotomy between the relationships of man and woman, God and church, and sinner and saint, the reader is given a realistic view of the struggles of multiple people who find solace in and out of a church’s holy walls. Using the protagonist as a tool of realistic morality, the reader is able to observe the mistakes that can easily befall one, while realizing that no problem is ever just black or white; there are always various hues of gray. The author pens a bold novel that tows the line between desire and love for a mature audience.

As the Denise Reese attempts to climb toward redemption, her stumbles remind us all that as humans none of us are perfect. However, it is the way we get back up that defines our character. Whether you are weak or strong, Rose Jackson-Beaver’s book, A Sinner’s Cry helps lead the reader to the forgiving power of God, whether struggling saint, or crying sinner.

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Editor’s note: For more information about A Sinner’s Cry, or to schedule an interview with Rose Jackson-Beavers call Prioritybooks at 314-306-2972 or write to info@prioritybooks.com. You may also contact the author at rosbeav03@yahoo.com. A Sinner’s Cry will be released in November 2011. Pre-Orders are being taken at www.prioritybooks.com. The book will also be available at www.amazon.com, www.barnesandnoble.com. If it is not on the shelf ask for it.

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Pajama Party for Avid Readers

Come Party With Me and other Best Selling Authors

Rose Jackson-Beavers is one of the authors that will be featured at OOSA's Pajama Book Jam on October 29, 2011, in St. Louis, Missouri. Rose is the author of 4 books and the publisher/owner of Prioritybooks Publications. She also is the owner of the Family Enhancement Center, a non-profit organization that focuses on enhancing the lives of families through a variety of programs. Currently, she is a literary columnist for a local newspaper. In this column she recommends books to read to avid readers in several communities and cities.


Why did you choose to be participate in this literary event? In the St. Louis Metropolitan area, which includes so many municipalities and small cities, there are limited opportunities to attend literary events. Partly because it is difficult to get people to come out to support authors, and not many organizations or individuals sponsor activities. As an author and a lover of literature, I would like to see more activities that grant readers an opportunity to meet their favorite authors and discover new ones. Finally, have you seen the line up? LOL! The storytellers featured are awesome. I considered it a privilege to be included.

What is your favorite pajama party game/memory? My favorite pajama party game is Truth or Dare. It's a fun way to get people to talk.

Describe your favorite pair of pajamas? My black lace nightie with the spaghetti straps.

What are you most looking forward to at the Pajama Party? As an author I haven't had many opportunities to share my work in the way I would like to because of the many hats that I wear as a publisher. I'm always at my desk doing one hundred other things for authors that I publish; as a result my personal work tends to suffer. I always put others first. I believe this Pajama Party will give me an opportunity to introduce myself to other authors and readers.

Also check out my new book to be released soon. Please go to http://www.prioritybooks.com, for a special.

My Life as of this Moment

I have been exhausted working on my parent’s financial information, wills and living wills. If I can suggest one thing to the readers of my blog it would be to get your elderly parents’ information in order. This means finances, living will, finance and health power of attorney, and anything else that you will have to handle in the event that something happens.

I have been off work now for about 9 months and it has been the best nine months of my life. What have I done doing this time?

•First I am nominated to receive an award from the Racial Harmony- Phenomenal Women of Metropolitan St. Louis Award.
•Awarded by the Metropolitan NAACP for Inspiring Woman
•Prepared 6 new books for publishing by old and new authors on my imprint
•I completed three books coming out this year, A Sinner’s Cry- (my best work so far), Daddy’s Little Instruction Book for Finding and Marrying the Right Guy, African American Teens and Depression. I am also completing two other ones, On the Brink of Madness about families and Alzheimer, and Attacked by Love- a story of Domestic Violence,
•Started an Unemployment Blog
•Launched and organized and delivered first load of goodies for my now annual Adopt an After school Program. We have delivered a truck full of both office and after school supplies to Lessie Bates Davis Neighborhood House an organization in East St. Louis that really is about the people and helping to stabilize families through counseling, employment assistance, child care, senior health care, day care for seniors, etc.
•Spend two-three days a week with my mom and dad. Love this! Never would have been able to do this had I been working.
•Visited several sick and shut ins.
•Getting ready to start a Book Bazaar in Illinois
•Paid for accommodations to attend several author/publishing conferences- one in St. Louis, 1 in Atlanta
•Requested application and paper work to work on doctorate degree.
•Attended 1 wedding with another to go in September
•Helped organized my family for my mothers’ recognition banquet- Tribute to Seniors hosted by our church. (This was beautiful) will post pictures soon.
•Hosted daughters’ 23rd birthday dinner
•Traveled to the south for 5 day visit- visiting Memphis, Little Rock and Pine Bluff.
•Planning trip to New Orleans to see the rebuilding progress and to eat….yes that right. Want to try their gumbo.
•Planned and prepared delicious meals for hubby and family
•Oh yeah purchased a new dog Peanuts.
•Tutored my 5 year old grand niece
•Reconnected with lifelong friends for dinner
Took my daughter and grand niece and nephew to the Universal Soul Circus
Wow I have done much more but I think this is enough to post. I needed that time off to nurture me. Now I’m about to get this weight off. With all the dinners, lunches, and visiting with mom and dad and sitting at the computer, yes indeed, you know what happened? Yes I gained weight. I know I didn’t need any more considering I was carrying too much anyway, but yes I gained about 25 new pounds. But tomorrow, is a new day and pray for me because I am starting on tomorrow to begin a new day, a new dawn……….

What have you been up too? Be blessed readers

HAVE A BLESSED AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Soon to be released by Prioritybooks

Prioritybooks is proud to announce that we will soon release a new book on Obama. It is a look at his inner campaign for U. S. Senate, and President of the United States from an insider. My friend of nearly 30 plus years, Ray Coleman was a volunteer consultant for Barack's senate campaign, and a steering committee member on the presidential campaign. He spent many days and many hours with this man he perceived as a phenomenon. We are proud to become a part of the documentation of this historical event. We present to you the cover and some pictures that documented Ray's experience. The cover is by well known artist, Bruni.Sablan, the painting is entitled "The Chosen One."
Ray's daughter with Obama

Obama holding ray's daughter

Ray introducing Obama. Doing what he does best!

In Church waiting to announce his run for the U. S. Senate - November 9, 2003

Okay today I hit my 408th post and have had over 20,000 plus visitors. Although I started blogging in late 2005, I was not a regular writer, nor did I track visitors. When I started blogging, I would have up to 38 plus comments per blog. But so many bloggers who visited with me have moved on to Facebook and MySpace. I prefer blogging and decided to stay right here.

Blogging has been good to me. I have met many good friends, new fans for my books, new authors for my company, and found an avenue to keep my writing pretty fresh which eases frustration for me. When I'm stressed, I write. Although the comments are down, I have more lurkers than ever. There are some months when I had as many as 6500 lurkers. One day I even got 5,000 readers. I was concerned that my site meter had broken then I found out that the picture that I posted of Beyonce wearing her real hair brought thousands of lurkers to my site because someone had posted my site at Mediaouttakes.

Apparently they were discussing her hair and wondered how her real hair looked and someone said go to prioritybooks. Within hours, I had 5,000 visitors wanting to see her real hair. Imagine that!

People come to your site for all kinds of reasons. I'm just glad that you think of me and my little blog enough to stop by often enough to see what we are up to. Thanks for reading and I'm telling you I ain't going no where.

Stay tuned!

What Do Over Changed the Direction of Your Life?

What is the one thing in your life that changed your career direction? For me it was getting my books published by publishers who were more interested in money than quality. It wasn't just the covers that I disliked, it was also the editing that left much to be desired. I felt that I could do a better job, so I studied the market and learned a new skill.

These are the books that I redid and it changed one of my career directions.

Their version

My version

Their version

My version (revised Oct. 2008)
This cover was my idea. I kept it in the change over because the book is about substance abuse and the person who did the cover by hand is an alcoholic who remain sober long enough to draw and paint the cover. Unfortunately he is now chronic. Also the book was co-written by my then 14-year-old nephew for young readers.