Heaven Forbid

By Lynnette Roman

Kim Jun Hyjo is a wealthy Korean businessman with a billion-dollar business. He has fallen for the lovely African woman, Keiza Samobe. But in the blossom of their new love, a secret is revealed about Kim that delivers a heavy blow to their relationship that only God can fix. At the same time something otherworldly is working behind the scenes, examining and testing the weight of their relationship, trying to break it at all cost. Will their love be able to survive the trials, or be doomed to be eternally broken?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lynnette Roman
• Release date: Oct 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386872795

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1

Call It Fear

My mouth had grown almost too dry to speak as Kim Jun Hyjo stood a few feet away from me deliberately blocking the door. His eyes were as deep a shade of brown as the rich African soil, standing in complete contrast to his Asian skin. The sun had kissed him well, tanning his features into something a bit more exotic, like a Malaysian artifact. His body was trussed in thin muscular coils his button-down shirt could not hide. The span of his chest stretched the fabric as he heaved a breath of determination, coming closer, withdrawing his hands from his pockets and pressing them to the wall on either side of my head.

I hadn’t realized my back was to the wall until that very moment. My fingers clutched the edge of the column behind me. I clung to it like the desperations of a young child instead of a grown woman, silently begging this man not to bend me to his will.

I wasn’t afraid of him, but I had crossed his seduction before and barely escaped it the first time. I knew to be cautious. Kim Jun was dangerous. The kind of dangerous my grandmother always warned me about, but now I understood.

His rich dark hooded eyes uninhibitedly roved all over me, making me wish I had worn a thicker dashiki, one that would keep his eyes from peeling back the silk fabric from my skin and seeing the most intimate parts of me. His head lowered to mine coming within a hair's breadth of my lips. But, instead of a kiss, he rubbed the blunt tip of his nose against mine and longingly whispered my name.

Keiza.

Then, without warning, the barrel of a gun was pressed to the side of his head. Kim froze. My jaw slackened as my eyes stretched taut and wide.

Scream and I’ll red dot his skull, a masked voice swore. I choked down my scream panting short bursts, keeping my head still, making my eyes do the work of looking at the assailant. There were two masked men wearing nylon stockings on their heads. One stood on either side of us, but the one with the gun was to the left.

Good girl, the gunman sneered, then turned his focus on Kim Jun. Now, give us all your money lover boy. We’ll take that watch, and your phone too.

Whenever Kim’s mother went down memory lane she tended to jokingly tell everyone that when the Lord created Kim Jun, He had forgotten to make a panic button inside of him. Kim knew no fear. Since the days of his youth he defied fear with every ounce of his being. He had to for his sanity’s sake. The few times when he did feel actual fear he simply refused to react the way fear wanted him to and fought against it tooth and nail, on the playground and in the streets. Being fearless was what got him through the mandated two years in the Korean army that every man in South Korea was subjected to. It’s what kept him alive during his five year stretch in the police force before he was forced to leave from a hand injury he sustained in self-defense. An idiot with a knife ran the