Pat G’orge Walker’s latest book Don’t Blame the Devil is not only filled with laughter, but with lessons of forgiveness and redemption. In Delilah Dupree Jewel’s earlier years, she chose her career over her family. Now that Delilah’s gotten older, she’s determined to regain the family she lost. Regaining their trust after abandoning them is not going to be easy. Deacon Pillar has been harboring a secret from his close friends and church members. Delilah threatens to reveal his secret, if Deacon Pillar doesn’t help her get back in her son’s Jesse’s good graces.

The interaction between Deacon Pillar and Delilah is comical. They both have unresolved feelings from their past relationship. Deacon Pillar wants to move on and be with a new woman; but Delilah’s determined to put a monkey wrench in his plans. Delilah doesn’t expect to meet her match in Deacon Pillar’s new love. Deacon Pillar is caught in the middle and it will take divine intervention to save him from both women’s wrath.

Each one of the main characters in Don’t Blame the Devi deal with situations that could hinder their Christian walk. Reading how each character deals with life’s issues shows readers that nothing is impossible with God. The book also reinforces that we’re each responsible for our own actions and shouldn’t put the blame on others or as Delilah would say, “Don’t blame the devil.”

Don’t Blame the Devil is a great summer read. Readers will be eagerly turning the pages to see what Delilah and Deacon Pillar are up to next. There’s never a dull moment in Pat G’Orge Walker’s latest book, Don’t Blame the Devil. ~ Review by Shelia M. Goss, Essence Magazine Best-selling author of My Invisible Husband and more.

Don’t Blame the Devil is available in stores everywhere or online.

A quote from Pat about her books: “Any resemblance to those dead or alive is a doggone shame!!!”

Enjoy today’s excerpt from Pat G’Orge Walker’s new novel Somebody’s Sinning in My Bed:

He was so beloved, the thirty-five year old, powerfully built, ultra handsome, tawny-colored, mega church pastor, Reverend Grayson Young. And yet that irony was not lost upon him as he stood rooted to the floor tile of a sex den. At that same moment his cross that he’d normally worn around his neck fell from his pants pocket. He could hear the March wind howl through an open window, testifying no doubt, that finally, he’d emotionally and spiritually traded in his church pulpit for one of a different kind.

So with his legs parted for good balance, he took one last look around the Sweet Bush Lounge. As he shook with anger, his eyes appeared shrunken and he looked deranged. Then the Grammy Award winning, mega star Reverend Grayson Young, aimed the 357 Magnum at where he knew it would do the most good.

“Adulteress!” His head jerked back, a move that caused his smooth, black curly hair to fall about his ears and neck. Suddenly his sable-brown eyes, no longer sunken, went wide as he bellowed, “Wanton Whore!”

There was no turning back as the Reverend Grayson Young used one hand to tip over a nearby votive candle, which quickly ignited the covers on a velvet-backed chair. Satisfied that the fire would purify whatever evil was within the sex den, he turned around and used his other hand to pull the trigger.

When the scandal was over, where it’d served as media fodder for several weeks, there was only a slight shift in the church where there should’ve been outrage. And yet, when it came to the mindset of the flock, it mattered little that before the fatal inferno, and his suicide, just about every Sunday, for the past four years, they’d heard the self-righteous Reverend Grayson Young preach of the necessity to live Holy or burn in hell.

Even months after his death, when the reverend’s many abominations came to light, what he’d preached, and ultimately what he lived, still didn’t matter to the majority of the members. In about every conversation in the house of God, the reverend was still beloved, he was still a man, and he was still forgiven.

However, spiritual amnesia blanketed the congregation of Brooklyn, New York’s New Hope Church Assembly when it came time to forgive the sins of his widow the beautiful, yet fallen First Lady, Chyna Young. They would not forgive her, as God would.

And it didn’t matter that no one in that congregation was sin-free and could’ve thrown the first stone.

St. John 8: 3-11

About Pat G’Orge-Walker:

Pat G’Orge (pronounced Gee-or-jay) – Walker is in a league of her own.  This accomplished Christian author and comedienne has an amazing mind and talent for turning her observations of church and black church life, in particular, into gems of sidesplitting humor.  It is her own special gift from God that enables G’Orge-Walker to depict the often ridiculous antics of church folk.  She does it without subverting the Good News or watering down the potency of its message.

Pat G’Orge-Walker has led a colorful life professionally, to say the least.  She is a former music industry veteran who has worked for several major labels including Epic, Def Jam and Columbia.  She cut her chops as a singer by performing with the legendary 60s girl group, Arlene Smith and the Chantels (“Maybe”) as well as with the gospel groups The Spiritualettes and The Heavenly Two.  And she has written as well as acted in stage presentations.

Find out why she’s one of my favorite writers by picking up her latest book. www.sisterbetty.com and www.myspace.com/sisterbettycomedy

Today I have the honor of having author Pat G’Orge-Walker stop by my spot. She probably doesn’t remember this but I met her back in 2001 (long before I had a book published) on this cruise (I was the bright-eyed aspiring writer with glasses  eager to learn as much as I could). I got a chance to speak with her and another author, Sara Freeman Smith, one night over a late night snack during the 7 day cruise. I’ve been a fan of hers since.

This Woman’s Roar 

By Pat G’Orge Walker

Now let me start off by saying that I’m a registered Independent. Having long ago decided that both parties had lost their minds and moral compass. None-the-less, this Presidential election has been riveting. I’ve been so caught up until I didn’t learn until last week that Maurice Benard (Sonny) of General Hospital was leaving the show after all these years. And, I love that man! But I digress.

It’s been almost forty-eight hours since Republican presumptive nominee, Senator John McCain, announced his running mate. Of course, his choice of a relatively unknown Alaskan Governor, Sarah Palin, as his Vice Presidential running mate caused me to scratch my head, pinch my arm and holla…”What tha’ Ham and Cheese!”

However, this Republican vice presidential selection coming on the heels of the outstanding and historical Democratic event where the Old Guards, Kennedy and Clinton passed the torch to Senator Obama was not a total surprise. Almost thirty-eight million homes and counting witnessed Senator Kennedy pass it with a smile and handle-first. The Clintons’, not so much. Bill and Hillary did the party thing with the added punch of extending the torch with the blaze hot enough to singe the smooth skin of Barack. But they did give him a “supportive” band-aid with their speeches. So, therefore, when Biden was chosen Vice Presidential pick, McCain’s pick was no accident.

I can imagine Senator McCain probably slept little the night before and after making that disengenuous video of congratulations because he was too busy chuckling, wringing his hands, tapping the sides of his bloated cheeks for lack of a handle-bar mustache. He no doubt bellowed, “Move over Cindy, I’ve picked a Wife-N-Law for ya.”

“This is not funny, John.” Cindy responded while bobbing her head in agreement.

“Oh, come on. You gotta have a sense of humor.” John replied.

Now Cindy McCain might fall for the old okey doke. I’m not. I can imagine old slick John grinning and saying further,

“I’m just choosing this gun-toting, less-than-two years of experience, young mother of five, flipflopping on the Bridge to nowhere thingy, caught up in a scandal, big oil gal, because the Democrats didn’t choose Hillary and you know I need those votes.”

“I’ve always loved my country so I’ll go along, John.” Cindy gushes while nodding her head like a babble-head doll.

John, not fully trusting women since he cheated on and left his first disabled wife for Cindy smirked and continued, “You’ve seen my wrinkles and my medical report. With one foot in the dirt-bed hole and the other, albeit both shod with five-hundred dollar shoes, on a banana peel, I’ve got to do this. Now you be a good little Republican Stepford Wife and move to the side. And, make sure our cook knows how to cook Moose ala chutzpah.”

Well, Senator McCain… understand this. My vote is important to me and I’ll not give it up just because this woman and I share the same chromosone. You, Sir, cannot joke about rape, say that you put your country first, meet this woman once before and convince me to vote my confidence in you. I’m not convinced. I’m insulted. This is less about Senator Obama and more about your judgement.

The radio motor mouth, Rusty Limbaugh, summed it up perfectly, “Palin=Guns, Babies, Jesus,” he wrote in an e-mail. “Contrast that to Obama’s bitter clingers. Obama just lost blue-collar, white Democratic voters in Pennsylvania and other states.”

And that’s a shame. After all the campaigning to be included in this United States of America…Republicans have lowered their expectations of a United America to race. If McCain was so correct than why would they have to gloat about the possibility of pulling “White Democratic voters.”

With the hurricane, Gustav, bearing down with all it’s force just before the Republican Convention, I’m reminded that the rain falls on the just and the unjust.

As McCain so often likes to quip when trying to hide a hand that threw a rock, “I’ll let the American people decide.”

This is just one woman’s roar!

A little about Pat G’Orge Walker:

3 Things about me that others don’t know:

    1.    My husband is a highly decorated veteran of the Joint Terrorist Task Force.

    2.    My cousin is Lt. General Julius Becton, Jr. He was Head of FEMA from 1985-1989. He was also listed as one of the 100 Most Influential Blacks in America.

    3.    My sister Lorraine who is still wowing crowds with her vocal skills is a former backup singer for Stevie Wonder and was once a Ikette.

Two Lessons learned in the literary world:

    1.    Remember it is a business and there is no better promoter than you.

    2.    When retaining an agent make sure to research and get references. Not everyone who hangs a sign is honest and knowledgeable. Pray about everything!

Pat G’Orge Walker  is an Essence Best Selling and Award winning author of several books, including Somewhat Saved  and Cruisin’ On Desperation.   To learn more about Pat G’Orge Walker a/k/a Sister Betty, visit her site: www.sisterbetty.com.