Sister Betty Says I
Do
by Pat G'Orge-Walker
by Pat G'Orge-Walker
An inspiring, devilishly funny tale of hope, secrets—and hard-knock faith that can make the most impossible situations right. . .
For Sister Betty, the marriage proposal from trustee Freddie Noel is a once-in-a-lifetime surprise blessing. Unfortunately, she knows the chances of having a peaceful ceremony in their beloved Crossing Over Sanctuary Church are slim to none. But she's armed with enough sense and scripture to keep contentious church busybodies Bea Blister and Sasha Pray Onn from sowing even more chaos amid the congregation—until a rehearsal disaster and an unexpected secret causes Freddie to break off the engagement without explanation. . .
While this no-nonsense prayer warrior needs all the holy backup she can get, her pastor, Reverend Leotis Tom, is desperately dodging temptation as Mother Pray Onn's wild-child niece and Betty's young cousin compete to become his First Lady. With her happiness, the church's future, and Tom's sanity on the line, Sister Betty will need to kick some spiritual butt, take names—and fight for some major soul-saving miracles.
BOOK REVIEW FROM THE LIBRARY JOURNAL (PICK OF THE MONTH)
Sister Betty Sarah Becton and Trustee Freddie Noel (skinny and yellow as a number two pencil) are both on the far side of 60 but decide to jump the broom. But there ain’t no drama like wedding-planning drama, especially in the small South Carolina town of Pelzer. Sweating in the Southern heat like “Friday night strippers sitting on Sunday morning church’s second pew,” church mothers Sasha Pray Onn and Bea Blister worry over Sister Betty’s plans. But Freddie’s off-and-on health issues may delay the big event. A wild bunch of extended family and church folk meddle in the plans lending the story a hilarious reality show vibe.
Stealing
scenes are Sweet Betty’s cousin Sharvon and sexy hot Ima, each batting their
eyelashes at muscled and sexy Rev. Leotis Tom. Down-home humor, scripture
readings, and outrageous trash talk. Priceless. VERDICT Might there be an
emerging subgenre of urban Christian romantic comedy? No matter how vendors
categorize G’Orge-Walker’s work (Sister Betty! God’s Calling You, Again;
Don’t Blame the Devil) it’s a wonderful romp that will have wide appeal to
both sinners and saints.
Sister Betty Says I Do by Pat G'Orge-Walker.
Excerpt from Sister Betty Says I Do
“Oh, man, please,” Thurgood said as he placed his hands on his hips. “You need to calm down. You already taking medicine for that high blood pressure.” Thurgood suddenly smiled. “Although, I got to tell you that you really surprised me back at Betty’s.”
Freddie stopped and spun around. “What are you talking about now?”
“I’m talking about the way you was reacting when my Dee Dee was reading that piece from the Song of Solomon. A man knows what another man is thinking.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Uh-huh.” Thurgood smiled. “I’m crazy enough to know that whatever you taking for your high blood pressure ain’t stopping Freddie Junior from trying to strike out on its own.”
A shade of red Thurgood had never seen before suddenly spread across Freddie’s face.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Thurgood told him. “Dee Dee can cause a stir in a graveyard.”
Freddie hung his head. “I guess now I’m being a bit hypocritical. I’m sorry,” he told Thurgood. “I’m not lusting after your wife. It’s Betty I want.”
Thurgood laughed. “Man, please. I ain’t hardly mad at you. Me and the whole world know that Dee Dee is a fine woman, and a gorgeous one at that.”
“She’s very pretty,” Freddie remarked. “But she’s not my Honey Bee.”
“Lord, no!” Thurgood blurted. “But I am glad to hear you say that. I mean, there’s a lot of playas out here and inside the church that would’ve had such ideas.”
“I’m no playa.”
“Of course you are,” Thurgood told him. “You’ve probably been running away and escaping the marriage claws by inches.”
“No, I haven’t,” Freddie admitted. “I’ve never been within reach of a marriage claw.”
“Really?” Thurgood said. He then folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the living room wall. “I betcha when you rode a horse, you tamed that filly, didn’t you?”
“I did ride a couple of horses back in the day, but as soon as I’d feel them bucking, I’d fall off too soon. . . . Word got around quick that I was no cowboy.”
What Freddie had confessed weakened Thurgood, and it showed as he slowly pushed away from the wall. Although he no longer wore his hair conked, the little gray fuzz he did have stood on edge. “Not even one that you could pay to ride?”
“Nope, I’ve never had a professional trainer in the art of sex.”
“And yet Betty still wants to marry you?” Thurgood shook his head and whistled as he looked Freddie in the eyes. “Man, whatever you need to do to get back on the good foot with my cousin, you need to do it. You can’t let nothing, not even high blood pressure, mess up your marriage plans.”
Thurgood began thumbing the side of his cheek, as though to conjure up more advice. “If you telling the truth and every woman you ever slept with has stamped your lovemaking skills ‘return to sender,’ then there’s all kinds of things you can use to get your manhood off the trade-in block. If you and Betty think y’all wanna consummate and make things legal, there are ways. I mean, you have the pump. It’s a hand pump, so I’m just assuming you ain’t been completely idle all these years, so you probably won’t have too much trouble with it. And then there’s Viagra and Cialis. I’m telling you there’s a pill or a cure for just about everything that ails you. We can even come up with something romantic to square away Betty’s misunderstanding of where you stand about marrying her.”
Thurgood held out his hand to Freddie. “I normally look for a check when I counsel, but since you gonna be family soon, a handshake will do.”
“Sure. Why not?” Freddie gave Thurgood a limp handshake.
“Why the soft handshake, Freddie? Didn’t I help you?”
“You helped with everything but my cancer.”
The two men stood opposite one another, watching smiles fade and concern take their place.
( Continues... )
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Excerpt from Sister Betty Says I Do
“Oh, man, please,” Thurgood said as he placed his hands on his hips. “You need to calm down. You already taking medicine for that high blood pressure.” Thurgood suddenly smiled. “Although, I got to tell you that you really surprised me back at Betty’s.”
Freddie stopped and spun around. “What are you talking about now?”
“I’m talking about the way you was reacting when my Dee Dee was reading that piece from the Song of Solomon. A man knows what another man is thinking.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Uh-huh.” Thurgood smiled. “I’m crazy enough to know that whatever you taking for your high blood pressure ain’t stopping Freddie Junior from trying to strike out on its own.”
A shade of red Thurgood had never seen before suddenly spread across Freddie’s face.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Thurgood told him. “Dee Dee can cause a stir in a graveyard.”
Freddie hung his head. “I guess now I’m being a bit hypocritical. I’m sorry,” he told Thurgood. “I’m not lusting after your wife. It’s Betty I want.”
Thurgood laughed. “Man, please. I ain’t hardly mad at you. Me and the whole world know that Dee Dee is a fine woman, and a gorgeous one at that.”
“She’s very pretty,” Freddie remarked. “But she’s not my Honey Bee.”
“Lord, no!” Thurgood blurted. “But I am glad to hear you say that. I mean, there’s a lot of playas out here and inside the church that would’ve had such ideas.”
“I’m no playa.”
“Of course you are,” Thurgood told him. “You’ve probably been running away and escaping the marriage claws by inches.”
“No, I haven’t,” Freddie admitted. “I’ve never been within reach of a marriage claw.”
“Really?” Thurgood said. He then folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the living room wall. “I betcha when you rode a horse, you tamed that filly, didn’t you?”
“I did ride a couple of horses back in the day, but as soon as I’d feel them bucking, I’d fall off too soon. . . . Word got around quick that I was no cowboy.”
What Freddie had confessed weakened Thurgood, and it showed as he slowly pushed away from the wall. Although he no longer wore his hair conked, the little gray fuzz he did have stood on edge. “Not even one that you could pay to ride?”
“Nope, I’ve never had a professional trainer in the art of sex.”
“And yet Betty still wants to marry you?” Thurgood shook his head and whistled as he looked Freddie in the eyes. “Man, whatever you need to do to get back on the good foot with my cousin, you need to do it. You can’t let nothing, not even high blood pressure, mess up your marriage plans.”
Thurgood began thumbing the side of his cheek, as though to conjure up more advice. “If you telling the truth and every woman you ever slept with has stamped your lovemaking skills ‘return to sender,’ then there’s all kinds of things you can use to get your manhood off the trade-in block. If you and Betty think y’all wanna consummate and make things legal, there are ways. I mean, you have the pump. It’s a hand pump, so I’m just assuming you ain’t been completely idle all these years, so you probably won’t have too much trouble with it. And then there’s Viagra and Cialis. I’m telling you there’s a pill or a cure for just about everything that ails you. We can even come up with something romantic to square away Betty’s misunderstanding of where you stand about marrying her.”
Thurgood held out his hand to Freddie. “I normally look for a check when I counsel, but since you gonna be family soon, a handshake will do.”
“Sure. Why not?” Freddie gave Thurgood a limp handshake.
“Why the soft handshake, Freddie? Didn’t I help you?”
“You helped with everything but my cancer.”
The two men stood opposite one another, watching smiles fade and concern take their place.
( Continues... )
© 2013 All rights reserved. Book excerpt reprinted by permission of the author, Pat G’Orge-Walker. This excerpt is used for promotional purposes only. Do not reproduce, copy or use without the publisher's written permission. Copyright infringement is a serious offense. Share a link to this page or the author's website if you really like this promotional excerpt.
READ MORE HERE
http://amzn.com/0758289855
Available on Nook and Kindle
Sister Betty Fanpage: http://on.fb.me/19PzWeO
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