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May 1, 2014
FAB FRIDAY FOUR_THE PROMISE, THE SECRET, THE GRASS, AND THE FLIGHT
Today I am sharing excerpts from all four of my novels...the Fab Four. They are truly a reflection of my journey, of where I have been and what I've conquered. Are these my stories? Yes, they're mine, yours, your sister's, your mother's, your daughter's, and your neighbor's. They are the stories of women just like you and me. I hope you enjoy.
REFLECTIONS OF PROMISES
Climbing out of her car and setting the alarm, she threw her coat on, but not before tucking her ponytail down into her sweatshirt and pulling the hood on her hair. She had her own set of keys to enter the clinic, and decided to do so from the rear entrance. She would not want anyone to see her looking the way that she did today.
Although she didn’t think she would run into anyone on a Saturday she knew that once a month they had group sessions, but that was at the first of the month. And sometimes some of the therapists held appointments on Saturdays but not often. After unlocking the door and locking it back behind her, she noticed that the alarm on the building had not been set. Jared must have been very upset to not reset it after coming in last night. That was always a precaution that he took whenever he was working late evenings or weekends.
Patricia walked down the marble tiled floors to the bank of elevators and passed Mamie one of the housekeeping personnel on her way. Ms. Mamie had on a set of earphones and was bopping her head side to side as she mopped back and forth swishing her wide hips down the hall. Pat began making stomping noises to make sure the elderly lady heard her. She didn’t want to scare her when she passed by. Sure enough Ms. Mamie turned around just before Pat came upon her.
Putting her left hand to her ample bosom, and holding onto the mop with the right hand, she shook her head. She then removed her headset and looked sternly at Pat.
“Lord ‘a mercy chile, you bout’ don’ scared me half to death,” she said behind a little giggle.
“I’m sorry Ms. Mamie, that’s why I started stomping so that you would hear me coming. I saw that you had on your headphones and were dancing your heart out. I didn’t want to disturb you, but I didn’t want to scare you either,” Pat replied, laughing with the elderly lady.
“Honey, I’m okay, just praising the Lord that’s all, just praising the Lord. Whachu’ doing out here this early in the morning Mrs. C?”
“Coming to pick up a little paperwork that I promised my husband I would help him with,” she replied, thinking quick. “You take care and keep on praising Him for me and you both, Ms. Mamie, okay?”
“Alright baby, tell that husband of yours I said hi,” Ms. Mamie replied.
Pat took the elevator to the 3rd floor where Jared’s office was located in the rear. Her steps were muffled by the thick, grey carpeting. She began to worry in her head that Jared would still be in an argumentative mood as she approached his office door. But it was too late to have second thoughts now, besides Ms. Mamie had seen her, and she would surely mention it to Jared if she were to see him soon.
She had driven all the way from Indian Hills to Clifton and she wasn’t about to turn around now. Patricia inserted the key, turned the lock and pushed the door open to her husband’s office. She saw him before he saw her. He was stripped of clothing, lying on his couch and a blonde’s head was lying on his chest. She was still covered under the blanket that failed to cover Jared completely. As Jared made a sudden move, the blonde sat up and looked at Patricia in the face. It was Lauren, the one everyone told her she wouldn’t have to worry about.
Jared was unable to catch up with Patricia as she ran down the hall. He had to scramble to get back into his clothes and make Lauren get dressed as well. He couldn’t leave her around to cause a scene if anyone else had shown up. And even if he had gone after Patricia right away he wouldn’t be able to catch up with her anyway. What he did not know was that his wife had run track in high school and also in college for the first 2 years. So she could really outrun Jared any day if she wanted to.
When he finally made it downstairs to the parking lot, Pat’s car was nowhere to be seen. Heading back into the building, he was still trying to button his shirt when he saw Ms. Mamie coming out of the ladies’ room with a roll of paper towels.
“Hey Mr…” she didn’t finish her sentence because Jared stormed past her to the back hallway and climbed the stairs. He didn’t want to stand waiting for the elevator while the nosy old lady tried to make small talk and figure out why his clothes were in such disarray.
But Ms. Mamie didn’t need to talk with Jared about it, she had seen Mrs. C come running out of the elevator and tears were streaking her face. When Ms. Mamie tried to stop her she was having none of it. Seeing Mr. C in the state he was in, she figured out what was going on. She had already seen that Lauren’s car in the lower parking lot on her way in. The way those two acted when they were around each other there was no confusion about what was going on. She knew it in her heart before Mrs. C went up that elevator, but she decided not to interfere, she felt it was time that she knew what everyone else already did. ‘Served that pompous ass, Mr. C right,’ Ms. Mamie thought.
Jared had decided to go back to finishing what he and Lauren had started. After he was done with her, he headed home to make amends with Pat. He knew that she would be there; she didn’t have family or anyone to go to. She didn’t even have friends except for a few co-workers that she socialized with every now and then.
Patricia was so full of pretense and always wanting to set the right image for someone that she didn’t have the time or the inclination to cultivate friendships. She had never let anyone in because she was always scared that they would find out her truth. She had even held Jared off to a certain extent, before and during the marriage. She was too afraid of getting close to anyone and getting hurt again in her life. She could not take the pain that would bring; the pain she had already endured as a result of losses and walls she had built to protect herself and others. She had already experienced that once in life and didn’t want to go through that again. But she couldn’t take anymore of Jared’s mess. She had to make a stand eventually or he would continue to walk all over her. He had been beating her for a long time and now, he was messing around too. And with that bitch Lauren of all people! Hmm! Sure she didn’t mean any harm.
Patricia struggled to keep the tears from blurring her eyesight. She knew despite the hurt and pain she was feeling she had to be careful driving on these slick and icy roads. She had almost had an accident on the way over. But seeing Jared with another woman was more than she could bear. She had to pull over to the side of the road to regain her composure. The memories came flooding back. REAL SECRETS
Tamara rose next to him and reached out her hand to shake the extended hands of Helene and Paul. The meeting had not lasted for twenty minutes, but Tamara couldn’t be happier.
“It was very nice meeting you once again, dear and maybe we can get together for a ladies’ day to get to know one another a little better,” Helene offered as she escorted her son and his conquest to the door.
Paul gave his son a look of warning and patted him on the shoulder, “Son you will be in contact?”
“Yes, Dad,” he said giving his father a loving hug.
“Tamara, it was my pleasure. Make sure you take care of my son. He has a tendency to get himself into trouble that he can’t get out of sometimes,” Paul said with a giggle out of character for a man of his stature.
“I will, Mr. Matthews,” Tamara replied with a smile feeling shy inside. It was something about the older gentleman that she liked, despite the air of arrogance.
Hunter walked Tamara to the Explorer and opened the door for her. He leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips and then pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I love you,” he whispered and went in for another more passionate kiss before he pulled away. “Hold on, let me say goodbye to my parents,” he replied and strode away before she could comment. Tamara wondered what he needed to say to them that couldn’t be said in front of her and the fact that he wouldn’t talk in front of her left her feeling self-conscious. Then out of the blue it all became clear, but she would bide her time and wait until they were home to confront him.
Hunter saw the concerned expressions on his parents’ faces as he walked to the door. “Hunter, you know this isn’t right,” Helene began. “Mom,” Hunter began letting out a brief sigh, “Please don’t start now, Mom. I’ll call you, and we’ll talk.” He kissed his mother on the cheek and pulled away from her strong embrace.
“No, you’ll come back and no later than tomorrow. I don’t buy that hogwash about deadlines. You are dodging a bullet that won’t miss next time,” his mother warned looking him in the eye.
Hunter turned to his father and saw a note of compassion and concern in his eyes. Paul gave his son a lukewarm hug and turned to walk into the house. With his arm around his wife, he escorted her into the house ahead of him and closed the door before Hunter could say another word.
Once again, Tamara and Hunter rode in silence during the drive home, each lost in his or her own thoughts. When they pulled up in front of the house Tamara didn’t get out of the car. Hunter glanced at her before opening his own door. He knew from the strained appearance around her eyes and the frown on her face that she was very upset.
“You didn’t tell them did you?”
“Tell them what Tamara?” Hunter asked.
"Don’t play with me! You didn’t tell your parents I was black did you?” she shouted. IS THE GRASS REALLY GREENER?
She closed her laptop and breathed a sigh of relief as she finished her edits for tomorrow’s show. She had been following the Lefkowicz murder trial for her news station WGNV, SKY TV, channel seven, one of the more popular stations in the city of Atlanta. She had actually booked an interview with a surprise guest that would shed light on the case. As a field reporter, her schedule varied often leaving her with little time for sleep. When she wasn’t chasing a story, investigating leads, interviewing sources and editing, she was clubbing the night away enjoying the single life. But her primary existence was for this one moment in time…Sunday evenings when she could see her boo and spend quality time with him.
His job required a lot from him, and often had him on the road traveling, as did hers. Between both their busy schedules they had little time for one another but knew someday that would all change. So in the spare time they did find together they shut out the world and focused on one another. It was seven thirty Sunday evening when he rung her doorbell. Christina stood and glanced in the mirror one last time, before grabbing a tube of Ravishing Romance lipstick to freshen her thick full lips. Tonight there was no wig, no colored contacts, or costumes for the games he enjoyed playing. It was just her, the woman he said he needed tonight. Her jet black hair, cut in a short spiky style pulled away from her forehead drew attention to her bedroom, light brown eyes. Opening the door Christina saw the look of appreciation and desire on Byron’s face as he took her in from head to toe. She loved when her efforts were appreciated by a man. She didn’t want him to take one single thing for granted. She wore a metallic brown bra and thong set, with shimmery metallic brown thigh high stockings and three inch heels to match. A simple gold bracelet on her left wrist, purchased by Byron was the only embellishment. Pulling her close to him and kicking the door closed behind him he inhaled her scent. “Mmm…girl just the thought of you on the way over had me losing my mind…feel that,” he said as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch. She softly stroked him before kissing his lips and then led him to the bedroom. There was no time for chatter tonight, just loving. She rode him with a forceful vigor, up and down to feel the entire length of his long, thick shaft until she was out of breath, at which point he flipped her over and entered her from behind. Damn, it felt so good with each stroke that he took and the sound of her butt smacking against his thighs as she pushed back turned her on more. She didn’t want him to stop, but she knew eventually it would. They had been going at it for almost forty-five minutes when he spent his seed in her. They came simultaneously as he made hoarse breathing noises and she screamed out his name. Lying beside her for a moment he kissed her shoulder blades, and then jumped up to head to the shower. She lay in the bed rubbing her body, reminiscing about the moments they had just shared, and still feeling the warmth of his body on the sheets and the pressure of him being inside her. As much as she wanted to shower with him she knew that he was against that. One of the peculiar rules he had when they finished making love, he wouldn’t touch her and she couldn’t touch him once he had showered. She almost felt tainted as she listened to the shower going. But she knew not to say anything about it because that would lead to another ridiculous argument. One day…one day Christina thought it will be different. Their relationship had begun almost six months ago with simple friendly conversations, graduating to inside jokes, to shared confessions, to lunch dates, to weekend retreats when they could find the time. Byron adored Christina, often buying small trinkets to show his affections, or sending her cards to let her know he was thinking of her. She looked forward to his phone calls just to check on her in the middle of the day and his calls to wish her a goodnight before bedtime. But most of all she looked forward to feeling him inside of her body. She loved the feel of his soft lips pressed against hers, the smooth way his tongue entered into her mouth sexing hers, always with a hint of mint flavored gum; she often lost herself in his kisses. But what she hated was these moments, when he walked to the door with his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder and looked back at her and winked, always blowing a kiss. “I love you baby, and if you be a good girl, Daddy will see you next week,” he said in his familiar goodbye. “I love you too baby.” “Tina, don’t look so sad. Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” he said calling her by the name she had grown up hearing her mother and father call her; he winked once more just before he closed the bedroom door behind himself. He would let himself out and lock up. Christina hugged the pillow tightly against her breasts and inhaled the scent of him he left behind, as he left her once again. She fought back the tears that threatened to overcome her every time he left. She knew that he would be back soon, but somehow next week just didn’t seem to be soon enough. It seemed as if time always dragged by when he left.
BEJEWELED: THE FLIGHT OF AN ANGEL (Available in eBook and paperback)
Angel woke up at 5 o’clock one Saturday morning after TJ had wet the bed. “Lil man, go back to the bedroom and wait for me, while I put these sheets in the washer,” Angel said, after pulling TJ out of the bathtub and wrapping him in a towel. Coming out of the laundry room and heading back to her room, she ran dead smack into a body in the darkened hallway. She stumbled momentarily but not long before gathering her wits. The body was too compact and tall to be her mother’s and she knew it wasn’t TJ. “Aiiiii!!! Get out! Get out of here!” Angel screamed to the top of her lungs. She began clawing and swinging on the body trying to land as many blows as possible. She was hoping her mother would hear and dial 911. “Stop! Angel, stop right now!” her mother yelled as she ran down the hall and stepped between Angel and her would-be attacker. “Mama, call 911, he’s breaking in. Run Mama, I got ‘im!” Angel screamed, still swinging. “Angel! Quit that foolishness right now, I said!” Her mother scolded, grabbing her arms to still them. “Huh?” Angel was out of breath from trying to save the family and her mother was mad at her? It didn’t make any sense. Gathering a short robe tightly around her, her mother flicked on the hallway lights and turned back to Angel. “Richard, this is my daughter, Angel. Angel, this is my…friend, Richard,” her mother introduced. Angel looked at her mother who clearly appeared embarrassed over the entire situation. She was shocked to see her mother in a flimsy night robe and teddy. “What the hell is going on?” Richard asked in a huffy tone. Light-skinned and standing only five feet and four inches tall, it was no surprise to Angel that she had given him a hard time. He wasn’t too much bigger than her. She was only 5’1 and 100 pounds having taken her small stature from her mother. Red scratches on his face were visible proof of Angel’s attempts to protect her family. “Um, baby, remember I told you my daughter and grandson were moving back in here? Well this is my daughter I was referring to,” Eden, Angel’s mother stated. “Mhmm. Well I gotta get going. I guess it was nice meeting you, Angel,” he grumbled and hurriedly walked past her to the front door. Eden walked him to the door trying to appease him as he was on his way out. Angel ran to her bedroom remembering she had told TJ to stay there. Her little boy stood in the middle of the bedroom floor shivering in his bath towel and looking frightened. “It’s okay, baby. Grandma Eden had company and I didn’t know it and got scared, that’s all. Are you alright?” she asked, leaning down to pick him up. He shook his head yes and looked at his mother with sad eyes. “Come on, let’s get you dressed and back to bed, baby.” Eden popped her head into the doorway. “Angel, I’ll talk to you later in the morning. Put that baby back to bed and get yourself some rest, you hear? I’m going to bed.” “Yes, ma’am,” she replied and finished dressing TJ. She got the distinct impression her mother was upset with her, but she had done nothing wrong. What was a strange man doing creeping out of her mother’s bedroom at that time of the morning? She just knew Eden Gardner wasn’t doing a booty call. Uh-uh not her strong miss ‘independent-I-don’t-need-a-man’ mama. Join me next week when I go out on tour. Check back Monday for a listing of my schedule, or check my website link below or an updated schedule. If you enjoyed this post, I encourage you to share it with others by clicking the social media icon below. Thanks for dropping in and as always please leave a comment, because I just love chatting with you. You can link up with me online using the icons above.
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REFLECTIONS OF PROMISES
Climbing out of her car and setting the alarm, she threw her coat on, but not before tucking her ponytail down into her sweatshirt and pulling the hood on her hair. She had her own set of keys to enter the clinic, and decided to do so from the rear entrance. She would not want anyone to see her looking the way that she did today.
Although she didn’t think she would run into anyone on a Saturday she knew that once a month they had group sessions, but that was at the first of the month. And sometimes some of the therapists held appointments on Saturdays but not often. After unlocking the door and locking it back behind her, she noticed that the alarm on the building had not been set. Jared must have been very upset to not reset it after coming in last night. That was always a precaution that he took whenever he was working late evenings or weekends.
Patricia walked down the marble tiled floors to the bank of elevators and passed Mamie one of the housekeeping personnel on her way. Ms. Mamie had on a set of earphones and was bopping her head side to side as she mopped back and forth swishing her wide hips down the hall. Pat began making stomping noises to make sure the elderly lady heard her. She didn’t want to scare her when she passed by. Sure enough Ms. Mamie turned around just before Pat came upon her.
Putting her left hand to her ample bosom, and holding onto the mop with the right hand, she shook her head. She then removed her headset and looked sternly at Pat.
“Lord ‘a mercy chile, you bout’ don’ scared me half to death,” she said behind a little giggle.
“I’m sorry Ms. Mamie, that’s why I started stomping so that you would hear me coming. I saw that you had on your headphones and were dancing your heart out. I didn’t want to disturb you, but I didn’t want to scare you either,” Pat replied, laughing with the elderly lady.
“Honey, I’m okay, just praising the Lord that’s all, just praising the Lord. Whachu’ doing out here this early in the morning Mrs. C?”
“Coming to pick up a little paperwork that I promised my husband I would help him with,” she replied, thinking quick. “You take care and keep on praising Him for me and you both, Ms. Mamie, okay?”
“Alright baby, tell that husband of yours I said hi,” Ms. Mamie replied.
Pat took the elevator to the 3rd floor where Jared’s office was located in the rear. Her steps were muffled by the thick, grey carpeting. She began to worry in her head that Jared would still be in an argumentative mood as she approached his office door. But it was too late to have second thoughts now, besides Ms. Mamie had seen her, and she would surely mention it to Jared if she were to see him soon.
She had driven all the way from Indian Hills to Clifton and she wasn’t about to turn around now. Patricia inserted the key, turned the lock and pushed the door open to her husband’s office. She saw him before he saw her. He was stripped of clothing, lying on his couch and a blonde’s head was lying on his chest. She was still covered under the blanket that failed to cover Jared completely. As Jared made a sudden move, the blonde sat up and looked at Patricia in the face. It was Lauren, the one everyone told her she wouldn’t have to worry about.
Jared was unable to catch up with Patricia as she ran down the hall. He had to scramble to get back into his clothes and make Lauren get dressed as well. He couldn’t leave her around to cause a scene if anyone else had shown up. And even if he had gone after Patricia right away he wouldn’t be able to catch up with her anyway. What he did not know was that his wife had run track in high school and also in college for the first 2 years. So she could really outrun Jared any day if she wanted to.
When he finally made it downstairs to the parking lot, Pat’s car was nowhere to be seen. Heading back into the building, he was still trying to button his shirt when he saw Ms. Mamie coming out of the ladies’ room with a roll of paper towels.
“Hey Mr…” she didn’t finish her sentence because Jared stormed past her to the back hallway and climbed the stairs. He didn’t want to stand waiting for the elevator while the nosy old lady tried to make small talk and figure out why his clothes were in such disarray.
But Ms. Mamie didn’t need to talk with Jared about it, she had seen Mrs. C come running out of the elevator and tears were streaking her face. When Ms. Mamie tried to stop her she was having none of it. Seeing Mr. C in the state he was in, she figured out what was going on. She had already seen that Lauren’s car in the lower parking lot on her way in. The way those two acted when they were around each other there was no confusion about what was going on. She knew it in her heart before Mrs. C went up that elevator, but she decided not to interfere, she felt it was time that she knew what everyone else already did. ‘Served that pompous ass, Mr. C right,’ Ms. Mamie thought.
Jared had decided to go back to finishing what he and Lauren had started. After he was done with her, he headed home to make amends with Pat. He knew that she would be there; she didn’t have family or anyone to go to. She didn’t even have friends except for a few co-workers that she socialized with every now and then.
Patricia was so full of pretense and always wanting to set the right image for someone that she didn’t have the time or the inclination to cultivate friendships. She had never let anyone in because she was always scared that they would find out her truth. She had even held Jared off to a certain extent, before and during the marriage. She was too afraid of getting close to anyone and getting hurt again in her life. She could not take the pain that would bring; the pain she had already endured as a result of losses and walls she had built to protect herself and others. She had already experienced that once in life and didn’t want to go through that again. But she couldn’t take anymore of Jared’s mess. She had to make a stand eventually or he would continue to walk all over her. He had been beating her for a long time and now, he was messing around too. And with that bitch Lauren of all people! Hmm! Sure she didn’t mean any harm.
Patricia struggled to keep the tears from blurring her eyesight. She knew despite the hurt and pain she was feeling she had to be careful driving on these slick and icy roads. She had almost had an accident on the way over. But seeing Jared with another woman was more than she could bear. She had to pull over to the side of the road to regain her composure. The memories came flooding back. REAL SECRETS
Tamara rose next to him and reached out her hand to shake the extended hands of Helene and Paul. The meeting had not lasted for twenty minutes, but Tamara couldn’t be happier.
“It was very nice meeting you once again, dear and maybe we can get together for a ladies’ day to get to know one another a little better,” Helene offered as she escorted her son and his conquest to the door.
Paul gave his son a look of warning and patted him on the shoulder, “Son you will be in contact?”
“Yes, Dad,” he said giving his father a loving hug.
“Tamara, it was my pleasure. Make sure you take care of my son. He has a tendency to get himself into trouble that he can’t get out of sometimes,” Paul said with a giggle out of character for a man of his stature.
“I will, Mr. Matthews,” Tamara replied with a smile feeling shy inside. It was something about the older gentleman that she liked, despite the air of arrogance.
Hunter walked Tamara to the Explorer and opened the door for her. He leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips and then pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I love you,” he whispered and went in for another more passionate kiss before he pulled away. “Hold on, let me say goodbye to my parents,” he replied and strode away before she could comment. Tamara wondered what he needed to say to them that couldn’t be said in front of her and the fact that he wouldn’t talk in front of her left her feeling self-conscious. Then out of the blue it all became clear, but she would bide her time and wait until they were home to confront him.
Hunter saw the concerned expressions on his parents’ faces as he walked to the door. “Hunter, you know this isn’t right,” Helene began. “Mom,” Hunter began letting out a brief sigh, “Please don’t start now, Mom. I’ll call you, and we’ll talk.” He kissed his mother on the cheek and pulled away from her strong embrace.
“No, you’ll come back and no later than tomorrow. I don’t buy that hogwash about deadlines. You are dodging a bullet that won’t miss next time,” his mother warned looking him in the eye.
Hunter turned to his father and saw a note of compassion and concern in his eyes. Paul gave his son a lukewarm hug and turned to walk into the house. With his arm around his wife, he escorted her into the house ahead of him and closed the door before Hunter could say another word.
Once again, Tamara and Hunter rode in silence during the drive home, each lost in his or her own thoughts. When they pulled up in front of the house Tamara didn’t get out of the car. Hunter glanced at her before opening his own door. He knew from the strained appearance around her eyes and the frown on her face that she was very upset.
“You didn’t tell them did you?”
“Tell them what Tamara?” Hunter asked.
"Don’t play with me! You didn’t tell your parents I was black did you?” she shouted. IS THE GRASS REALLY GREENER?
She closed her laptop and breathed a sigh of relief as she finished her edits for tomorrow’s show. She had been following the Lefkowicz murder trial for her news station WGNV, SKY TV, channel seven, one of the more popular stations in the city of Atlanta. She had actually booked an interview with a surprise guest that would shed light on the case. As a field reporter, her schedule varied often leaving her with little time for sleep. When she wasn’t chasing a story, investigating leads, interviewing sources and editing, she was clubbing the night away enjoying the single life. But her primary existence was for this one moment in time…Sunday evenings when she could see her boo and spend quality time with him. His job required a lot from him, and often had him on the road traveling, as did hers. Between both their busy schedules they had little time for one another but knew someday that would all change. So in the spare time they did find together they shut out the world and focused on one another. It was seven thirty Sunday evening when he rung her doorbell. Christina stood and glanced in the mirror one last time, before grabbing a tube of Ravishing Romance lipstick to freshen her thick full lips. Tonight there was no wig, no colored contacts, or costumes for the games he enjoyed playing. It was just her, the woman he said he needed tonight. Her jet black hair, cut in a short spiky style pulled away from her forehead drew attention to her bedroom, light brown eyes. Opening the door Christina saw the look of appreciation and desire on Byron’s face as he took her in from head to toe. She loved when her efforts were appreciated by a man. She didn’t want him to take one single thing for granted. She wore a metallic brown bra and thong set, with shimmery metallic brown thigh high stockings and three inch heels to match. A simple gold bracelet on her left wrist, purchased by Byron was the only embellishment. Pulling her close to him and kicking the door closed behind him he inhaled her scent. “Mmm…girl just the thought of you on the way over had me losing my mind…feel that,” he said as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch. She softly stroked him before kissing his lips and then led him to the bedroom. There was no time for chatter tonight, just loving. She rode him with a forceful vigor, up and down to feel the entire length of his long, thick shaft until she was out of breath, at which point he flipped her over and entered her from behind. Damn, it felt so good with each stroke that he took and the sound of her butt smacking against his thighs as she pushed back turned her on more. She didn’t want him to stop, but she knew eventually it would. They had been going at it for almost forty-five minutes when he spent his seed in her. They came simultaneously as he made hoarse breathing noises and she screamed out his name. Lying beside her for a moment he kissed her shoulder blades, and then jumped up to head to the shower. She lay in the bed rubbing her body, reminiscing about the moments they had just shared, and still feeling the warmth of his body on the sheets and the pressure of him being inside her. As much as she wanted to shower with him she knew that he was against that. One of the peculiar rules he had when they finished making love, he wouldn’t touch her and she couldn’t touch him once he had showered. She almost felt tainted as she listened to the shower going. But she knew not to say anything about it because that would lead to another ridiculous argument. One day…one day Christina thought it will be different. Their relationship had begun almost six months ago with simple friendly conversations, graduating to inside jokes, to shared confessions, to lunch dates, to weekend retreats when they could find the time. Byron adored Christina, often buying small trinkets to show his affections, or sending her cards to let her know he was thinking of her. She looked forward to his phone calls just to check on her in the middle of the day and his calls to wish her a goodnight before bedtime. But most of all she looked forward to feeling him inside of her body. She loved the feel of his soft lips pressed against hers, the smooth way his tongue entered into her mouth sexing hers, always with a hint of mint flavored gum; she often lost herself in his kisses. But what she hated was these moments, when he walked to the door with his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder and looked back at her and winked, always blowing a kiss. “I love you baby, and if you be a good girl, Daddy will see you next week,” he said in his familiar goodbye. “I love you too baby.” “Tina, don’t look so sad. Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” he said calling her by the name she had grown up hearing her mother and father call her; he winked once more just before he closed the bedroom door behind himself. He would let himself out and lock up. Christina hugged the pillow tightly against her breasts and inhaled the scent of him he left behind, as he left her once again. She fought back the tears that threatened to overcome her every time he left. She knew that he would be back soon, but somehow next week just didn’t seem to be soon enough. It seemed as if time always dragged by when he left.
BEJEWELED: THE FLIGHT OF AN ANGEL (Available in eBook and paperback)
Angel woke up at 5 o’clock one Saturday morning after TJ had wet the bed. “Lil man, go back to the bedroom and wait for me, while I put these sheets in the washer,” Angel said, after pulling TJ out of the bathtub and wrapping him in a towel. Coming out of the laundry room and heading back to her room, she ran dead smack into a body in the darkened hallway. She stumbled momentarily but not long before gathering her wits. The body was too compact and tall to be her mother’s and she knew it wasn’t TJ. “Aiiiii!!! Get out! Get out of here!” Angel screamed to the top of her lungs. She began clawing and swinging on the body trying to land as many blows as possible. She was hoping her mother would hear and dial 911. “Stop! Angel, stop right now!” her mother yelled as she ran down the hall and stepped between Angel and her would-be attacker. “Mama, call 911, he’s breaking in. Run Mama, I got ‘im!” Angel screamed, still swinging. “Angel! Quit that foolishness right now, I said!” Her mother scolded, grabbing her arms to still them. “Huh?” Angel was out of breath from trying to save the family and her mother was mad at her? It didn’t make any sense. Gathering a short robe tightly around her, her mother flicked on the hallway lights and turned back to Angel. “Richard, this is my daughter, Angel. Angel, this is my…friend, Richard,” her mother introduced. Angel looked at her mother who clearly appeared embarrassed over the entire situation. She was shocked to see her mother in a flimsy night robe and teddy. “What the hell is going on?” Richard asked in a huffy tone. Light-skinned and standing only five feet and four inches tall, it was no surprise to Angel that she had given him a hard time. He wasn’t too much bigger than her. She was only 5’1 and 100 pounds having taken her small stature from her mother. Red scratches on his face were visible proof of Angel’s attempts to protect her family. “Um, baby, remember I told you my daughter and grandson were moving back in here? Well this is my daughter I was referring to,” Eden, Angel’s mother stated. “Mhmm. Well I gotta get going. I guess it was nice meeting you, Angel,” he grumbled and hurriedly walked past her to the front door. Eden walked him to the door trying to appease him as he was on his way out. Angel ran to her bedroom remembering she had told TJ to stay there. Her little boy stood in the middle of the bedroom floor shivering in his bath towel and looking frightened. “It’s okay, baby. Grandma Eden had company and I didn’t know it and got scared, that’s all. Are you alright?” she asked, leaning down to pick him up. He shook his head yes and looked at his mother with sad eyes. “Come on, let’s get you dressed and back to bed, baby.” Eden popped her head into the doorway. “Angel, I’ll talk to you later in the morning. Put that baby back to bed and get yourself some rest, you hear? I’m going to bed.” “Yes, ma’am,” she replied and finished dressing TJ. She got the distinct impression her mother was upset with her, but she had done nothing wrong. What was a strange man doing creeping out of her mother’s bedroom at that time of the morning? She just knew Eden Gardner wasn’t doing a booty call. Uh-uh not her strong miss ‘independent-I-don’t-need-a-man’ mama. Join me next week when I go out on tour. Check back Monday for a listing of my schedule, or check my website link below or an updated schedule. If you enjoyed this post, I encourage you to share it with others by clicking the social media icon below. Thanks for dropping in and as always please leave a comment, because I just love chatting with you. You can link up with me online using the icons above.
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THANKFUL THURSDAY_ALL AROUND THE ATL
When I find myself taking some things for granted in this life, I have to stop and focus on my blessings. It helps me place my life in perspective and hold a more grateful heart. And trust me there are so many things that I have to be thankful for. But today my focus is on my city.
PIEDMONT PARK
DOWNTOWN ATLANTA
MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. CENTER
STONE MOUNTAIN
UNDERGROUND ATLANTA
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PIEDMONT PARK
DOWNTOWN ATLANTA
MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. CENTER
STONE MOUNTAIN
UNDERGROUND ATLANTAIf you enjoyed this post, I encourage you to share it with others by clicking the social media icon below. Thanks for dropping in and as always please leave a comment, because I just love chatting with you. You can link up with me online using the icons above.
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by: Chelle Ramsey www.cmichelleramsey.com
April 30, 2014
WHEN SECRETS LEAD TO LIES_WRITER WEDNESDAY
Sometimes we want to believe we're strong and can handle life's problems on our own. We often excuse our choice to hold back our problems from those close to us by stating we don't want to burden others. We trick ourselves into believing we are protecting our loved ones. However, oftentimes that choice can be our ultimate downfall. It can alter our relationships and have a negative impact on our health. Today's Writer Wednesday is an excerpt from my third novel, Is The Grass Really Greener? Pavi has received some devastating news from her doctor. Over dinner, her fiancé notices something is troubling her and confronts her.Take a peek »
April 29, 2014
THE HEARTACHE OF LOST LOVE HAS LEFT HER "JADED" ON THE FUTURE...
A devastating breakup leaves Yasmine Phillips in shambles. Unable to trust another man with her heart, she focuses on the one thing she can control—starting her own business. When her computer crashes, taking months of hard work with it, she must rely on computer genius Zachariah Givens to save her. A complete opposite of men from her past, she doesn't expect the passion that ensues. But just as she finds happiness, she learns the truth about the other women in Zachariah's life.
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April 28, 2014
FINDING THE LIGHT IN THE DARKEST HOURS_MOTIVATIONAL MONDAY MOMENT
It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.Aristotle Onassis
HEALTHY MIND:
I believe that we go through life challenges to build us stronger and to equip us for something greater. However, it is often difficult to stay positive during the trials of life. But if we stop for just a moment and reflect on our lives, we realize there have been many dark moments. And when we realize that we also realize there have been many light moments.
No matter what you are going through today, remember the sun will shine again. Whether you are suffering from grief, depression, or some other disappointment, He has a way of turning it around for you.
"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28
I have learned to focus on the things that are a blessing in my life, and give less attention to the negative. When I change my perspective to focus on the positive, it diminishes the power of the negative.
HEALTHY BODY:
Pan-Roasted Chicken Cutlets with Maple-Mustard Dill Sauce
Ingredients 4 (6-ounce) skinless, boneless chicken breast halves1/4 teaspoon salt 1/4 teaspoon black pepper Cooking spray 2 tablespoons chopped red onion 6 tablespoons maple syrup 1/4 cup Dijon mustard 1 tablespoon water 1 teaspoon chopped fresh dill 1 teaspoon grated orange rind PreparationPlace each chicken breast half between 2 sheets of heavy-duty plastic wrap; pound each to 1/4-inch thickness using a meat mallet or small heavy skillet. Sprinkle chicken evenly with salt and pepper. Heat a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Coat pan with cooking spray. Add chicken to pan; cook 4 minutes on each side or until done. Remove chicken from pan.Reduce heat to medium. Add onion to pan; cook 1 minute. Add syrup and remaining ingredients; cook 1 minute or until thoroughly heated, stirring frequently. Serve sauce with chicken.
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April 26, 2014
WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS_A GOLD NUGGET DROPPED INTO MY LAP
I've been searching for some time for a blog hop for authors. And now I have finally found one to join. This weekend I am linking up with Weekend Writing Warriors, to bring you an 8 sentence snippet of my latest novel, BeJeweled: The Flight of an Angel. And I have to thank fellow author M.j. Kane for tossing me this gold nugget last weekend. Take a peek and I hope you enjoy:
“The other side of me is the one you’ve created, the one you forgot to love and care about, the one you forgot to nurture. The other side of me is a lost little girl, feeling insecure and just needing a hug, a word of affirmation from you saying she will be okay. The other side of me is the one who wishes Black was nothing like her Daddy, the one who sees the beauty that Black truly is, while society says that black is just an ugly color, a pit of negativity. The other side of me is the woman that loves and needs you to be true to wash away her inner fears and secret tears. The other side of me is the one that you’re driving crazy when you stay out late nights. The other side of me is the woman who wonders what could’ve been, what should’ve been. The other side of me is the one that’s calling the hospitals praying you’ve not been hurt; the one that’s going online checking the local jails to see if you’ve been locked up; the one that cringes every time a car door slams praying the police aren’t showing up with a sad tale for me and the little boy in the other room. The other side of me is just a little girl who wants to be loved.”
Bejeweled: The Flight of an Angel Blurb:
THE HOUSE OF BEJEWELED– the place all divas go in the ATL for the hottest hair styles and even hotter gossip. OLIVIA – the owner of The House of BeJeweled hair and nail salon faces the challenge of inspiring the clientele while helping her team of talented stylists pick up the pieces of their broken lives. Paired with their constant drama, she must now fight to keep her heart protected from the one man who has always laid claim to it. ANGEL – has put up with a lot from the man she loves. Is his latest betrayal the last straw or can love conquer all? Beware the rage of a woman scorned. Stop by for a visit and get your hair cut or colored at BeJeweled, where the scissors are sharp, but the tongues are sharper. VIDEO AMAZON
Weekend Writing Warriors shares excerpts from various authors. Click WeWriWa to be exposed to a whole new world of reading. Enjoy! If you enjoyed this post, I encourage you to share it with others by clicking the social media icon below. Thanks for dropping in and as always please leave a comment, because I just love chatting with you. You can link up with me online using the icons above.
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“The other side of me is the one you’ve created, the one you forgot to love and care about, the one you forgot to nurture. The other side of me is a lost little girl, feeling insecure and just needing a hug, a word of affirmation from you saying she will be okay. The other side of me is the one who wishes Black was nothing like her Daddy, the one who sees the beauty that Black truly is, while society says that black is just an ugly color, a pit of negativity. The other side of me is the woman that loves and needs you to be true to wash away her inner fears and secret tears. The other side of me is the one that you’re driving crazy when you stay out late nights. The other side of me is the woman who wonders what could’ve been, what should’ve been. The other side of me is the one that’s calling the hospitals praying you’ve not been hurt; the one that’s going online checking the local jails to see if you’ve been locked up; the one that cringes every time a car door slams praying the police aren’t showing up with a sad tale for me and the little boy in the other room. The other side of me is just a little girl who wants to be loved.”
Bejeweled: The Flight of an Angel Blurb:
THE HOUSE OF BEJEWELED– the place all divas go in the ATL for the hottest hair styles and even hotter gossip. OLIVIA – the owner of The House of BeJeweled hair and nail salon faces the challenge of inspiring the clientele while helping her team of talented stylists pick up the pieces of their broken lives. Paired with their constant drama, she must now fight to keep her heart protected from the one man who has always laid claim to it. ANGEL – has put up with a lot from the man she loves. Is his latest betrayal the last straw or can love conquer all? Beware the rage of a woman scorned. Stop by for a visit and get your hair cut or colored at BeJeweled, where the scissors are sharp, but the tongues are sharper. VIDEO AMAZON
Weekend Writing Warriors shares excerpts from various authors. Click WeWriWa to be exposed to a whole new world of reading. Enjoy! If you enjoyed this post, I encourage you to share it with others by clicking the social media icon below. Thanks for dropping in and as always please leave a comment, because I just love chatting with you. You can link up with me online using the icons above.
Come check out my books, and learn more about the woman behind the blog at my website www.cmichelleramsey.com . Until the next time I'm just... Writing My Dreams by: Chelle Ramsey www.cmichelleramsey.com
April 25, 2014
FUN FRIDAY GIVEAWAY_JUST CLICK
It's Fun Friday and what better way to celebrate the end of the week than with a give-away! While I am on my book campaign I will be doing giveaways at different times. So I'm kicking off the weekend by giving away an autographed copy of BeJeweled: The Flight of an Angel. 
And it's really simple to win a copy. Just check out the Rafflecopter link below:https://www.facebook.com/AuthorChelleRamsey?sk=app_228910107186452
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April 24, 2014
THROWBACK THURSDAY_WAS THE SUMMER OF '69 A VERY GOOD YEAR?
1969 was a very good year. Or so they say, I wouldn't know because I wouldn't arrive until 4 years later. What the heck were they doing that year to have so many great songs about it, people reminiscing about it, and marvelous people being born in that year? I don't know. But I do agree a lot of great things came about that year...Take a peek »
April 23, 2014
HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED_WRITER WEDNESDAY EXCERPT
Today on Writer Wednesday, I am sharing a small excerpt from my latest novel, BeJeweled: The Flight of an Angel. Released this past weekend, this first book of a four book series, already has (10) 5 star ratings on Amazon. In this excerpt, Angel, one of BeJeweled's beauticians, has finally drummed up enough courage to address a situation that has grown out of control. Take a peek to see what happens in the chapter, Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned.
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April 22, 2014
GIVING A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO SOME SPECIAL LADIES...
Saturday was the release day of BeJeweled: The Flight of an Angel, my fourth novel. We celebrated on Facebook with several authors giving away their books. We also had a poncho to give away to one lucky participant. Today I want to offer a special thank you to those special ladies who helped make the day a great success.Take a peek »
