Sharon C. Cooper

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The Love Sessions by Author Tia Kelly

Today I have the pleasure of spotlighting The Love Sessions, the latest release by author Tia Kelly.

The Love SessionsAbout The Love Sessions

Four couples discover the hard way that wedding vows are meant to be more than just words.

In Sickness and in Health

After a whirlwind courtship, Eric West and Shelby Bryan (featured in the prequel “Love’s Rebound”) elope. When their love loses its shine, the toll it takes on their marriage leads them down a detrimental path.

For Richer For Poorer

Secrets brought Terrence Baker and Alexis Norwood (featured in the prequel “Save Me From You”) together and now secrets threaten to tear them apart.

Do Us Part

Donovan Sinclair adores his wife Mya (featured in the prequel “Give Me You”) and lives to make her happy. Until one day, the one marital vow they never imagined experiencing ends it all – death.

With this Ring

Keri Waters arrives to the Poconos ready to pick a wedding date with her fiancé, but when she meets Nathan Garrett, she learns how it really feels to have a man love, honor and cherish her.

The Love Sessions is a full-length novel.

The Love Sessions (an excerpt)

Donovan & Mya

Donovan glanced at the monitors while refusing to let go of his wife’s hand. The strong, solid beat of his son’s heart could be heard throughout the room and according to the doctor and nurses, it was perfect.

Of course his firstborn, his namesake to be, would be perfect. He was the product of the love Donovan and Mya shared. It would only be fitting that their son would be born on the fourteenth of February.

The day Donovan accompanied Mya to her ultrasound appointment she had insisted that they should wait to find out the sex. Impatient and wanting to control as much as possible, he argued otherwise. As usual, they compromised.

Donovan could keep a secret. He almost did it too well. If he was a gambling man, he could have made a fortune playing poker. Mya gave the technician and doctor permission to share their unborn child’s sex with her husband as long as he would allow her the moment of surprise in the delivery room.

In the months to follow, Donovan asked his wife to select a décor befitting a boy’s room and something she would like for a little girl. Then he commissioned an outside source to help him shop and prepare the baby’s nursery as a welcome home surprise for the mother and child.

Donovan knew Mya was impatient at times and struggled relinquishing control on occasion. He had a lock installed temporarily on the nursery door to keep his wife from snooping. During a babymoon vacation, a trip they made together a few weeks before she went into labor to celebrate their time alone before the baby arrived, the decorator put the finishing touches on the room.

The only thing Mya was allowed to see of the nursery prior to the great reveal was a mural Donovan had painted on the wall. It was his first time painting since college and the task was an honor for him. They also agreed on two names suitable for a son and daughter. Despite all of his restraint, it took a lot of effort to not mention the little boy’s nickname when he was talking to her growing belly every day.

Donovan watched the monitor intently and noticed a wave forming high on the printout. Mya gripped his hand tightly as Donovan already knew another contraction was coming. He reached for the photo she had taken of the mural as her focal point and moved it into her line of vision. Mya had insisted that the photograph would keep her eye on the prize – the moment when she would carry her newborn into the room for the very first time.

“Just breathe, baby,” he coached her. From the sidelines, he was trying to be the perfect birthing coach, but inside he felt like last season’s jelly shimmying out of a mason jar. He, too, focused on the youthful mural of Citizens Bank Park, home of the Philadelphia Phillies. Donovan was a devout Boston Red Sox fan, but knew his wife had a devotion to her hometown sports teams.

With a sly grin, he couldn’t wait to show her the custom newborn Red Sox jersey he had waiting in his bag. “Trey” and the number three would be part of their son’s going home from the hospital attire. Donovan itched to wear his own jersey with the number two, as he was now the second of three Sinclair men named Donovan.

Confidently, Mya worked through that wave of pain and each subsequent one until the doctor finally told them it was time. With each contraction, she focused on the one person that could get her through it all – Donovan.

Donovan was her own knight in beautiful, smooth bronzed armor. His skin still glowed from the sunrays they experienced three weeks ago on the beach in Florida. That was once he finally eased up after stressing over Mya like a frantic father to be. Her obstetrician had cleared her for air travel one final time and Mya wanted to take advantage of warmer weather after a brutal winter was well under way in the northeast.

Despite feeling fat and out of place in the midst of long legged beauties playing in the white sand, Donovan reminded Mya that she was beautiful and exquisite every minute he could. He had her walking with a protruding stomach and newfound confidence in her swimsuits and sundresses, turning more heads than the gorgeous ladies of Miami everywhere they went.

Now in the homestretch, Mya looked down at her bare, trembling thighs shaking under the pressure of her hard labor. After ten hours, Donovan Xavier Sinclair, III was about to take his very first breath, but Mya was so exhausted that she wanted to call a time out.

“I can’t do this anymore. Let’s just go home and try again tomorrow,” Mya cried. Several bouts of pushing had rapidly drained what energy she had left.

Donovan chuckled at his wife and kissed the back of her hand. “The baby is right there, honey. I see the head! Just a couple more tries and our little one will be here before you know it.”

Mya didn’t care what Donovan or anyone else in the room had to say. She was hungry and tired. Wanting to desperately hold her bundle of joy in her arms made the wait even harder. Damn she could go for a cheesesteak right now!

“Maybe if I had something to eat, I can get my energy up.”

“I promise you. As soon as the baby gets here, I will bring you whatever you want to eat. Now, let’s focus. Just try really hard once more, okay?”

Donovan watched his wife’s obstetrician carefully, picking up on each cue. The moment he saw the doctor lean in toward Mya, he knew another push would soon be needed.

“I need you to give us a really big push this time, Mya,” Dr. Wagner instructed.

Mya exerted all of the energy she could muster and with the aid of Donovan sitting behind her and holding her weakened body upright, she forced out the one last push she had inside of her. Mya felt a hot flame shoot up from her thighs as it coursed to her brain. With a forceful growl, she cried out in agony.


Want to know what happens next? Here’s how you can get your copy!

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About the Author:
Tia Kelly may be witty and feisty on the outside, but she is a die hard romantic that is always looking for a happy ending while rooting for the underdog. In addition to her love for writing, reading and traveling, Tia loves to kick back with a glass of wine and a good game on her television screen.
Reach out to Tia by visiting her website or stop by and give her a shout out on Facebook!




June 3, 2013 - Posted by | Blog Guest | ,


  1. Reblogged this on tia kelly and commented:
    I am honored that Sharon C. Cooper, author of Rendezvous with Danger, selected my novel The Love Sessions for her spotlight today. Thank you, Sharon!

    Comment by Tia Kelly | June 3, 2013

  2. First of all, I just love Tia’s cover. So simply elegant. But I look forward to reading her books. I have this latest one and need to start at the beginning with the prequels.

    Comment by Aja | June 3, 2013

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