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Meet Adrienne Thompson


 
 
Meet Adrienne Thompson. I happened upon this wonderful author in 2014 and let me tell you, her books are outstanding. Adrienne catches you from her first words and I can say, once you start reading you will not want to stop. 
Married at sixteen, a mother twice by seventeen, and thrice a mother and divorced by twenty-four, Adrienne Thompson is no stranger to adversity. Not your typical teenage mother, she went on to complete her college degree and to earn her nursing license. She attributes God's faithfulness as the catalyst for her success in life. Now, having raised two children as a divorced mother, with a third fast-approaching adulthood, she is sharing a long hidden talent and passion with the world. Using the lessons that life has so expertly taught her as a guideline (betrayal, abusive relationships, self-esteem issues, witnessing the deteriorating effects of drug abuse), she has created stories that will both entertain and inspire the reader.

Adrienne currently resides in Arkansas with her daughter. Formerly an RN, she now writes and publishes her stories full time. She is also a motivational speaker.


I asked Adrienne a few questions and here is what she has shared.

When did you know that you wanted to be a writer and why?
My first attempt at writing a book was when I was in the 4th grade. As I grew up, I fell into the expectations of others and pursued other interests, but years later, with my kids growing up and leaving home, I prayed and was reminded of a passion long abandoned—writing. At first, I just wrote to be writing, but when I shared a little of my first book, Bluesday, with some friends and coworkers, their feedback showed me that maybe this was what I was meant to do. I now know that writing is my calling.

 What steps did you take to make the leap from employee to entrepreneur?
First and foremost, I prayed and asked God to give me a plan. I was miserable in my job and as my readership grew, I felt that being a full-time author was a real possibility. I saved a little money, cut some costs, and stepped out on faith with the assurance from God that I would not fall. And I haven’t fallen. He’s kept me just like He always has.

What do you do when you are not writing?
I read, listen to all types of music, watch movies, spend time with my family, and when it’s not cold outside, I love to go for walks. I’ve a little wanderlust bubbling inside of me right now and hope to be able to travel soon.

What do you enjoy most about connecting with your readers?
Hearing from them that my work has encouraged them or blessed them in some other way and just getting to know them as people. Many of them I now count as friends.

What two important pieces of advise would you give to those wanting to become a successful author?
I’d advise them to trust the story—even when it’s not making much sense or you have no idea where it’s going, trust it. And trust your own instincts. I once held onto a book and was afraid to publish it because of some feedback I received from someone close to me. I believed in the story, but their words shook my faith a little. Once I finally published it, without making the changes they suggested, it ended up being a big hit.


New Release: Ain’t Nobody by Adrienne Thompson
Genre: African American Women’s Fiction/ Interracial-Multicultural Romance
Released: January 27, 2015




Blurb:

With her biological clock ticking like a time bomb, Alex Weaver issues her long-time commitment-phobic boyfriend an ultimatum. Soon, things are back on track and Alex is well on her way to her “happily ever after.” That is, until she makes a discovery that rocks her to her core. When Alex decides to take control of her future, she begins to make some life-altering decisions that set her on the path of fulfilling her goal of having a family. But will she be able to deal with the consequences?
Excerpt:

I was sitting in my mother’s living room enjoying our weekly visit when she decided to ruin it for me.
“He calls me every day. Sounds like he’s crying half the time,” she said out of the blue.
“Who?” I asked as I picked up a People magazine from the coffee table and studied the cover like I was going to be quizzed on it later.
“You know who. When you gon’ make up with him?”
“I’m not. We’re over.” 

 Mama leaned forward in her recliner and shook her finger at me. “A man is hard to come by—especially one with a job. He ain’t got no kids and he’s got his own place. I don’t know what else you could want, Alex.” I turned my head towards the TV which was playing a Tyler Perry DVD with the volume muted. “Commitment.”  “Ain’t y’all engaged?”
“Yes, but if I leave it up to Quincy, we’ll be engaged forever. I mean, by the time you were my age, you’d already been married twice. Farrah’s younger than me and she’s already been married and divorced. And look at Gwin. She’s been married forever. I just want my chance to have a family.”

 Mama frowned. “Well, hell, ain’t none of that worth bragging about. Farrah’s divorced, I’ve been married twice, and Gwin’s husband won’t even go to church with her. What kind of marriage is that? I don’t know what you think marriage is, but let me be the first to tell you, it ain’t no fairy tale. It’s a bunch of work. Sometimes it’s worth the trouble and sometimes it’s not. But one thing’s for sure, you ain’t gon’ get no closer to marrying the man by quitting him. That just don’t make no sense to me.”
I sighed. “Mama, I really don’t want to discuss this.” I pointed to the TV. “Which one is this? I Can Do Bad All By Myself?” “Naw, Diary of a Mad Black Woman. Alex, you’re making a mistake.”

 Before I could answer, I heard the front door open and close and seconds later, my younger sister, Farrah, walked in wearing tight jeans and a tank top. She was six years my junior and she was gorgeous. She was petite with the smoothest brown skin and I’d literally kill for her body. She’d already had one husband, two kids, and two baby daddies, but she looked like she was still in high school.

“Hey, y’all,” she said as she plopped down on the sofa next to me. “Where the kids?”
“They in the family room playing one of those video games,” Mama said.
“Well, can they stay here tonight? I got some stuff I need to do,” Farrah asked.
Someone you need to do,” I said under my breath.
“I heard that, Alex. Don’t hate on me just because you ain’t got no man. Oh, that’s right, you had one but you threw him away,” Farrah countered.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about. Why don’t you worry about raising your kids and stop leaving them on Mama all the time,” I said through my teeth.
“That’s enough!” Mama shouted. We were all startled by the ringing of the doorbell.
“I’ll get it,” I said. I cut my eyes at Farrah as I headed to the front door. Mama shook her head as I passed by her. I opened the door and wanted to scream. Mama had planned this and I knew it. Standing on the other side of the door was Quincy.
“Mama! I think you have company!” I yelled as Quincy stood there and stared at me.
“No, I don’t. That’s your company,” she called back.

I rolled my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t know why Mama did this. What is it, Q?” He smiled. “You’re the only person that calls me that, you know?” “Then I’ll stop.”

He dropped the smile and his shoulders. Quincy Wright was a nice-looking man. He was tall and husky with pale brown skin. His moustache and goatee were always neatly trimmed as was his thick hair, and he always smelled like Armani Code. He looked so good standing there in his business suit that I had to fight to stay in character. Oh, yeah. Did I mention he’s a lawyer and a successful one, at that? Yeah, I know.

“Alex, why won’t you talk to me?” he asked.
“Because I’m done, Quincy.”
“Can you tell me exactly what I’ve done to deserve this?”

I glanced behind me. I really didn’t want Farrah and Mama any deeper in my business than they already were. “Let’s step outside.” I closed the door and sat down on one of the resin chairs on Mama’s porch. Quincy sat down beside me. “Quincy, do you love me, I mean really love me?”

“Of course I do. You know that.”
“And you like being with me?” He nodded. “Yes.” “Then why won’t you marry me?”

 

Link to Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/RqJrao7MZhM
Link to Book Soundtrack: http://ow.ly/HTy53

Purchase Links:
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RW1VDFQ 
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00RW1VDFQ 
Nook:  http://ow.ly/I14bq 
Kobo: http://ow.ly/I14AL

 
Order of Been So Long Series:

Rapture
If
Been So Long
Little Sister
Been So Long 2
Been So Long III

Order of Bluesday Series:

Bluesday
Lovely Blues
Blues In The Key Of B
Locked out of Heaven

http://adriennethompsonwrites.webs.com

http://authoradriennethompson.blogspot.com
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http://see-me-novel.webs.com
http://bluesdaybookseries.webs.com


Thank you for stopping by The Unique View and meeting Adrienne. Happy Reading!
 
 
 




 
 

 

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