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Authors: Shelia M. Goss

The Joneses

Dear Reader:

Everyone has heard of the Joneses, the family with the coveted life-style.

Sometimes the Joneses are not what they appear to be. Such is the case with this novel filled with scandal surrounding a family based in the South and their funeral home business.

Royce and Lexi Jones, along with their three children, are held on a pedestal in their community. They are picture-perfect, but eventually, darkness comes to light and showcases a world of shadiness. It's not that they only keep their inner secrets from those on the outside, but from each other as well.

Shelia M. Goss, a prolific, bestselling author of nearly twenty books, makes her debut with Strebor with this dramatic tale that I'm sure you will enjoy.

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This book is dedicated to the memory of my father, Lloyd Goss, (1947-1996).

I'm living proof that all you need is faith of a mustard seed. To God, I give ALL THE GLORY.

I want to thank my mom, Exie, for her words of encouragement. For always being the voice of reason and pushing me to be the best “me” I can be.

I want to thank Zane. It's an honor to be a part of the Strebor Books family.

I want to thank Dr. Maxine Thompson. Thanks for hanging in there with me.

I want to thank all of my readers for supporting me over the years. Without you, I couldn't still be doing this. Thank you ____________(fill in your name). I appreciate you all.

Shelia M. Goss


verybody wants to be like the Joneses, but do they really know what we go through to maintain our status? I think not. Life as Lexi Jones hasn't always been a bed of roses especially when you're married to Royce Jones. To the outside world, Royce Jones is the perfect pillar of the community. He's taken his father's funeral home business and made it into a multimillion dollar company within the last ten years. He's been on the covers of several national magazines and interviewed for a variety of newspapers across the country.

So why am I sitting here at the country club, humiliated, because my platinum Visa card was declined? I can only imagine what those biddies are going to say if word gets out about this. Thankfully, I always carry cash on me, so I could take care of the bill.

“Mrs. Jones, it probably was just a simple mistake.”

I frowned. “I'm sure. I'll call and get it straightened out.”

The waitress couldn't even wait for me to get out of earshot. “Girl, what is this world coming to when the Joneses are having financial problems?”

Her friend responded, “That's just one card. I'm pretty sure she has more where that one came from.”

I pushed my designer shades over my eyes and looked back at both of the women who had jealousy written all over their faces. I flashed my kilowatt smile, that I'd paid my dentist a mint for, and walked out of the country club.

The valet handed me the keys to my jet black Jaguar. The personalized license plates read

I drove directly to RJ Jones Funeral Home. The parking lot was empty except for Royce's and his assistant's cars. I remember a time when the parking lot stayed full.

“Hi, Mrs. Jones,” Shannon said, when I entered. Shannon was cute, young, and petite. If she wasn't Royce's little cousin, she wouldn't be working in that position.

I didn't tolerate women outside of the family working in close proximity to my husband. I already had to deal with the women in our town who always found a reason to flaunt themselves around him, so I refused to have to concern myself with any of his employees. That was a promise Royce and I made when I agreed to go along with him taking over his father's funeral home: no women workers unless they were related. And they had to be related to him; I didn't trust any of my female relatives. Many would chop off my head to replace me.
Family, got to love them.

“Shannon, is my husband busy?” I asked. I had no time for formalities.

“He's in his office. You want me to ring him?” she asked.

“No need to.” I walked past her and down the hall to Royce's office.

Royce had his chair turned toward the window so all I could see was his short, black, curly, hair. I can recall many days and nights of running my hands through it. Some of my friends' husbands looked their age, but not Royce. My husband was as handsome now as he was the day I met him over thirty-something years ago. He was about to turn fifty and could give any twenty-five-year-old a run for his money in the body department.

“Baby, I know you're there so you might as well say something,” Royce said, right before turning the black leather chair around.

I pulled out my Visa card and threw it on the desk in front of him.

“Tell me why my credit card was denied? And I want to know now.”

I tapped my foot with my hands planted firmly on my hips.

Royce just stared up at me. “Have a seat, Lexi.”

“Not until you tell me what's going on.” I responded.

“If you take a seat, I will. I need to show you something.” He fumbled on his desk for a folder.

I plopped down in the chair across from his desk. “This better be good.”

“I've been meaning to have this talk with you, but it never seems like the right time. Now it seems like I have no choice.”

I waved my finger back and forth in the air. “Yada, yada. Enough of that. Get to the point, and stop beating around the bush.”

Royce looked me directly in my eyes. “Lexi, the funeral home has lost a lot of money, so I have to consolidate things until we get back on our feet financially.”

I blinked a few times, because I knew I didn't hear what I thought I heard. “Come again?” I asked.

Royce reached for my hand on the desk and held it. “Baby, our money is low so we have to curb our spending.”

I snatched my hands away. “Royce Lee Jones. Are you telling me that we're broke?”

He stood up, all six feet and one inch of him, and walked around the desk. He got down on bended knee in front of me. “No, baby, we're not broke.” His voice trailed off and I swore I heard him add, “Yet.”

I couldn't bear to look at him just then. All I could ask myself was,
How could a multimillion dollar company be going broke? All of my
hard work, helping him build this funeral home, and he's talking
about we're broke.
“I can't believe this. When I was in the office every day, money was flowing in. What happened, Royce? What in the world happened?”

Royce tried to get me to look at him, but I refused to. I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms.

“Come on, Lexi. I need you to be understanding about this and work with me.”

I uncrossed my arms. I stared at Royce directly in his eyes. If looks could kill, he would be in one of the coffins he sold. “I understand things perfectly. There's been mismanagement of funds on your part, and now I have to pay the consequences. Royce, you better handle this situation or else.”

Royce stood up. “Or else what?”

Frustrated, without saying another word, I stood up, grabbed my purse, and dashed out.

“Lexi, don't do anything drastic.”

I threw my hands up in the air.

“Everything okay?” Shannon asked, as I whisked passed her desk.

“Ask your boss,” I said, as I rushed out of the front door of the funeral home.

I got behind the wheel of my car and closed my eyes, taking in a few deep breaths before exhaling.

The knock on my window brought me out of my tranquil moment. I rolled my window down. “What?” I asked with attitude, yet sounding strangely calm.

Royce answered slowly, “For now, all of the credit cards are frozen except for one. And I have that one.”

I placed the car in reverse and sped out of the parking lot, not caring if I ran over Royce's foot. I saw him looking at me from my rearview mirror. At that moment, I couldn't stand the sight of him.


ord knows, if I didn't love Lexi, I would've left her a long time ago. Her selfish attitude turned many people off. But, I knew where she came from and why she was the way she was. So I overlooked it time after time. Well, except for once. I don't want to relive that moment right now.

I didn't expect Lexi to find out about our financial problems this soon. I realize now I should have listened to my accountant, and told her about it when I first became aware of the problems. It's not like Lexi would have curbed some of her spending, but at least maybe she would be more understanding.

Actually, I thought I had everything under control. I never thought the stock market would crash when it did, sending a lot of my investments south, and causing me to lose millions. Nonetheless, things were slowly coming back around, but not fast enough.

Some people are probably wondering how a funeral home could be struggling if there were always people dying. Well, until recently, my funeral homes served most of the parishes in the north Louisiana area. We were actually doing well until a competitor with a nationwide chain of funeral homes decided to open up a branch nearby, and offer the same services at more discounted prices.

Let's face it. Most people don't have life insurance these days, and burying a loved one can be expensive.

Later that day, a phone call came. It distracted me from my troublesome thoughts—and gave me a few more.

“Royce, I think you should really consider putting some of your property up on the market,” Jason Milton, my accountant and best friend from high school, said.

“But the market isn't the best right now.”

“Even with it not being the best, you'll still make a profit considering you bought a lot of the properties dirt cheap.”

He was correct. But, I didn't want to sell any of my real estate. However, if things didn't start looking up, I would be forced to.

“Jason, please try to find other solutions.”

“I'm going to do what I can. Can't promise you anything.”

“Just try,” I said, as I ended the call with Jason. Shannon was gone home, and here I was alone in my office pouring my sorrows out over a glass of bourbon. Staring at the near empty glass, I wondered how my life had gotten to this point. It was late, and as much as I hated to go home, I was tired of looking at these four walls.

I was locking up, and heading to my car when Charity's candy apple-red convertible eased up right next to my truck.

“Daddy, what's going on? I was at the mall, and my Visa card was declined. Can you say embarrassing?” Charity got all animated with her hands. No hugs, no kisses. My model-thin daughter ranted and raved as she walked up to me.

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