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After the Feeling By T N Williams (Urban Christian)

Germani and Scott use pornography to spice up their marriage.  Lately Germani has
felt that it's not right as Christian.  To add to our drama ,Scott's best friend Damon
and his wife not only watch it they go to strip clubs together!  So will Germani and Scott follow suit?  Can you start a relationship  doing things like this in the
beginning and then change the rules years later?  Can their marriage survive ?
Germani's cousin Mehki can't get a job because of his criminal record and won't
stay away from the baby mama who put in  prison in the first place.  Has he really
found Christ  or is this another  case of  someone finding God when they're locked up
and forgetting all about him when they get out?  Scott's niece Alexis has sickle cell
anemia and is getting worse .  Will her deadbeat dad ,Alex step up to the plate ?

  I enjoyed the the dialogue which I feel is the author's strong point.  I definitely wanted to know what happened next . Good plot.  I felt the writer's style to be down
                                    to earth and funny.  I will definitely be reading more of her work.  I give this book
                                    4 out of  5 stars

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