Peter Johnson Sr. shares the stunning story of how an evil preacher tricked his elderly mother out of his inheritance in this autobiography. The preacher even stole all the money from the sale of the family home, which the author had paid for by working tirelessly since he was a boy. His mother, however, was not the only person this hateful preacher misguided. As a pastor to Hollywood stars, he preyed on so many people. He never shared any of his spoils. The author also recalls getting shot up twice in mean streets and navigating suicide, treachery, and deceit—as well as the challenges of growing up Black. Join the author as he looks back at a life filled with wins, losses, and lots of surprises in An Evil Preacher Tricked My Mother.

Lacy Stevenson is a faithful member of one of Atlanta's mega churches, Mt. Zion AME. Pastor Dr. Warren McBeth is one of the youngest pastors to run a Multi-million dollar Mega church at the age of 35 with a congregation of over 25,000. Both get thrusted into a sea of mass destruction when one is caught up in federal indictments of conspiracy, murder, bank fraud, money laundering, wire fraud, and prostitution. No one can be trusted and where is God when you need him? Lacy finds that love doesn't conquer after all. In fact, L.O.V.E. stands for 'life of vicious enemies' as she quickly finds out. She soon falls in love then she asks herself if he is the ONE? What she doesn't know is that even men of the cloak can be very deceiving but when an investigation of her church is launched, she finds that she's right in the middle of the drama. But when Lacy gets arrested along with some of her congregation members, she soon finds out that she was being used as a pawn in this game of tricks. Now her life is on the line, people that she thought she could trust went bust, and now she finds out she's pregnant! Who is the father? Now threats are being promised to her if she keeps the baby. Blackmail becomes embedded on her tongue and then backfires in her face. Will Lacy get her life back or will she just lie down and play dead?

Jacquelyn Taylor, a freelance writer from Chicago, joins the House of Prayer Church in Harlem to write an expose` on the youth pastor. Though the New York Times calls Dr. Malcolm Irving Gods hope for Americas troubled youth, Real Life magazine wants to know if he preaches the gospel or promotes his own agenda. Jackie doesnt care one way or the other. A former call girl, fleeing an escort service, she feels the story about the preacher will hide her past, get her a promotion at the magazine, or a byline at the Times. She doesnt know it will change her life. When she meets Malcolm, there is an instant attraction. He is handsome, single, magnetic, and persistent. Can he help her with a missing brother, a murdered client, and an angry pimp who stalks her, eager for revenge? Malcolm Irving has an unusual gift and can help more than Jackie realizes. He also has secrets that would shock the church. A lethally attractive, eloquent speaker, hounded by the media and in demand all over the world, he wants a wife more than anything else, and Jackie, with her provocative questions and guilty secrets, appeals to him at first sight. Could she be the woman for him? How can he get her to trust him? While ministering to gangsters, the homeless, and the bereaved, he sees the trouble ahead. Can he protect her from danger too? Set in Chicago, New York, Toronto, Pennsylvania, and Rio de Janeiro, and Europe, this heartwarming tale of a phenomenal preacher who falls for a fallen woman will delight you and inspire you from start to finish. Jackie and the Preacher is not like any novel youve read before. The characters are real and so is the message.

What would happen if a preacher became president, of the USA? That president and a little brother of Christ had to fight to prevent, the absolute evil from fallen angels, from destroying the world. President Jack called you and explained that you must find a boy code named Jeff, or maybe using the name J.C., within hours. It is a matter of national security. Yes you! Can you imagine that this book was created for you by God Almighty to explain the extraordinary and super-spiritual? Imagine that in this world nothing is happening to you. Everything is happening through you. God Almighty is in you. You are in Christ and Christ is in you. We all live in Gods unconditional love. Do you believe in the process of Divine Inspiration? We all are being inspired by God Almightys unconditional love, all the time. God is in total power and even what we think is bad, is for Gods Good. Life is Gods love interpreted so you can understand it is translated into many forms. J.C. has the love to die to save the world. Do you? There is no such thing as death, we all live in Christ and in God. Christ proved it so why not believe Him. Hi, my names Mark I am 13 years old. My dad is the preacher at the largest church in town. Can you guess how I got my name? I am supposed to be a good kid but after you hear the story, you wont call me good. Oh, God I am sorry! I hate kids calling me, preacher boy. Why are people so cruel? My teacher told me that the two types of kids, who get into the most trouble are, policemans kids. and preachers kids. This year I may just prove it. I hope my dad dont find this, on my computer. He would kill me. Dear God, please show me if your real. I need to know. Or are you just a story like Santa Claus. I just dont know anymore. Please Jesus, help me! I have a mission. That mission is to know the truth. Im not looking to explain the truth to anybody. I only want to know the truth for myself. Do you think that is selfish? I dont. No one can teach you who God is. If there is a God, then you must experience God. So all I wanna know. God, who are you? Are you real? Yesterday we had a funeral for my mom. I know she believed in You, God. Is she safe in heaven? Oh sure, that is what everyone tells me, but I need to know! When I was a kid they told me Santa Claus was real. God I wish I would never of went to the funeral. After the funeral everyone one went up to talk to my father. I just sat there for over one half-hour. No one talked to me. It was like I wasnt there. No one cares, not even my dad. God, I dont think you do either. All dad does is tell me what to do. I just cant be that good. God forgive me. Im no Good. I gave up. It is no use. Today I start the eighth grade. I can see, its going to be a bad year. I got in the lunch line and a new boy, about 14 or 15 years old, asked me to give him some money for lunch. I thought. "Some lawmaker had the idea that he would lower the amount of money that a parent can make to receive free lunches, for their kid. That lawmaker saved money by taking food out of a kids mouth." The kid said. "Will you lone me enough money to buy lunch? I really mean: Will you give me enough money, because I cant pay you back." I saw a tear in his eye. I just knew, he was telling the truth. I never saw this boy before. I hoped this would be the last time. The boy had long hair, an old green army type shirt, and old blue jeans. I condemned him, as not being good enough. Anyone could wear better than that to school. I gave him the money he wanted. I was surprised to see him walk out of the lunchroom, and down the hallway. If he wanted to eat lunch why was he not staying in line? Even

A “wickedly funny” (Newsweek) collection of ten short stories from Nobel Prize–winning author Alice Munro, “one of the most eloquent and gifted writers of contemporary fiction” (Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times). “Each of her collections demonstrates such linguistic skill, delicacy of vision, and . . . moral strength and clarity.”—Chicago Tribune A woman haunted by dreams of her dead mother. An adulterous couple stepping over the line where the initial excitement ends and the pain begins. A widow visiting a Scottish village in search of her husband’s past—and instead discovering unsetting truths about a total stranger. The miraculously accomplished stories in this collection not only astonish and delight, but also convey the unspoken mysteries at the heart of all human experience. The mastery—the almost numinous ability to say the unsayable—makes Friend of My Youth a genuine literary event.