Bestselling author E. Lynn Harris is back with another sexy, shocking, and immensely satisfying novel that explores some of today’s toughest and most timely issues.

Chauncey Greer is the owner of Cute Boy Card Company, a thriving company in Atlanta. As a teenager, he was a member of a popular boy band, but left in disgrace when word got out that he and his band mate D were more than good friends. Chauncey is a free spirit now, who's been known to hook up with men and women. After one too many bad dates, Chauncey finds himself in church, where the minister’s message inspires him to follow his dream of a singing career once again. Although he’s lost touch with D, as he starts writing songs his thoughts inevitably turn to his former lover.

I SAY A LITTLE PRAYER is filled with the delicious plot twists, humor, compassion, and up-to-the-minute controversy fans expect from their beloved "E. Lynn."

CHAPTER ONE

Oh, hell naw were the only three words that came to mind, and I found myself saying them out loud.

"Oh, hell naw," I said.

"Hold up," Jayshawn whispered as he held his finger to his lips.

"Oh, hell naw," I repeated.

He got up from the bed with his cell phone glued to his ear and walked into my bathroom. I could hear him say­ing, "I'm sorry, babygirl, I don't like it when you get upset like this. Give me five minutes and I'll call you back."

I sat up in my king-size sleigh bed and wondered how I got myself into situations like this. I had just enjoyed a quiet evening with great Chinese takeout from my favorite restaurant, P. F. Chang's, a bottle of Merlot, a blunt, and ended the evening with head-banging sex. I'd fallen asleep wrapped up with a handsome redbone PTB (pretty tall brother) and was having sweet dreams until they were inter­rupted by the sound of his cell phone.

I ignored the first call, and didn't mind when Jayshawn jumped out of bed and took the call in the adjacent bath­room. But then it happened again, and again. Every time I tried to go back to sleep, that fucking cell phone, playing rap music like we were in a club, woke me up. I'd had enough of this shit. I was even willing to give up the promised wake-up sex session with Jayshawn. It served me right for dealing with another so-called DL brother like Jayshawn. That nigga just wasn't in the closet, he was the closet--all three walls and the double-lock door, too. But what choice did I have, since I didn't date sissies or men who defined themselves strictly by their sexuality.

"I'm sorry, Chaunce," Jayshawn said as he walked back into the bedroom, completely nude with a semi-erect penis swinging from side to side.

"What's going on?" I demanded. It was going to take more than a fat dick to calm me down.

"My girl, you know she be bugging," he said.

"About what?"

"Thinks I am up here cheating with another girl," he said as he sat at the edge of the bed and turned toward me as if he was trying to gauge my anger.

"I thought you told her you were working."
"I did, but you know bitches--they always think they know something. Trying to catch a nigga in some shit," he said. "I think I need to catch the first flight out. I think there's one at seven A.M."

I looked at the digital clock on my DVD player and the time flashed 4:12 A.M. I turned back to Jayshawn and was getting ready to tell him that he needed to catch a taxi because I was not about to get out of my bed at this hour and take his tired ass to the airport, when the damn cell phone rang again!

"Don't answer that," I demanded, this time not trying to keep the anger out of my voice.

"I got to, Chauncey," he said. "I'll be downstairs trying to get her to chill."

"Listen, Jayshawn, you need to leave. I don't care where you go, but you need to get your ass up outta here. I'm going to church in a few hours, and I need some sleep." I tossed the covers to the floor and got up to take a leak, shaking my head in disgust.

While I was in the bathroom, I thought about all the conversations and e-mails that had led to this evening. Sev­eral years ago, I met Jayshawn as I was walking through the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton in Washington, D.C. I was there on a business trip and Jayshawn was having a drink in the bar. We gave each other the look, and before you could say, "Brothers gonna work it out," we had exchanged business cards. A couple of days later, I got an e-mail from Jayshawn with a nude picture attached. From that moment, it was on. We agreed to drive and meet each...

"Vintage Harris...A story filled with sex, humor and plenty of plot twists."