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About Me
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I'm Violet and thanks so much for taking the time to read my book! I've always been a strong curvy African American woman who isn't afraid to go against societies social expectations of us. I hope through my writing you can trying to break out of these expectations as well, and truly be who you want to be. When I'm not writing I'm a regular 30 something gal who loves reading about strong males who appreciate women in all their beautiful forms. I also have a loving husband, and two beautiful children that I am grateful for every day.
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About This Book
Her world torn apart, Sherina calls off the wedding to the man of her dreams…
With a week left before her wedding to her dream man, Sherina was sitting on top of the world. This strong willed woman had the perfect fiancé, was about to land the job she always wanted in New York, and had a super supportive best friend. But this all came crumbling down, when she came back early from her interview to share the great news with her future husband.
What she saw tore her world apart, and shattered it into a billion tiny pieces before her eyes. Her best friend and her fiancé were making love together. After being frozen with shock, she throws a fit and calls off the wedding. She decides to take the new job she got in New York and just leave this all behind, allowing herself to heal.
But they say the past follows you no matter where you go, and after feeling very sick, she takes a pregnancy test only to find out she's pregnant with a cheater's baby!
Her world collapses in on itself yet again, and she decides to confirm the pregnancy with a doctor. After several nervous days, she finally gets a chance to see a doctor, but there is something very different about this physician. The way he looks at her almost makes her forget about all her sorrows, and her body lights up with fire when he touches her.
The Doctor lets Sherina know that the pregnancy test was false and she actually isn't pregnant. They end up hitting it off, and through a few chance encounters start a relationship together. After a few months they are totally inseparable, until Sherina finds something at the Doctor’s house that shatters her world all over again…
Love works in mysterious ways, but does this new couple have a future together?
Will Sherina be able to mend her wounds and find love with the Doctor?
This steamy BWWM romance is for adult audiences 18+ only
CHAPTER ONE
“Oh my God, you are like the best friend ever!” Sherina Jones declared, as she stuffed some more chocolate cake into her mouth, her brown eyes watering with the force.
Deborah Canter, her best friend of twenty-one years, shook her head, laughing as she threw Sherina a half-amused, half-irritated look.
“Girl, you’re a mess. You’ve got chocolate cake coming out of every orifice on your face. Ewwww,” Deb said.
“Well can you blame me? It’s not every day my best friend tells me an incredible story of how she got caught hooking up with someone at her office Christmas party...and by her boss no less! I can just see your face when he jokingly asked if you were up to making it a threesome!” Sherina retorted, collapsing into fresh fits of laughter.
“Yeah, I can see how that might be worth a laugh or two,” Deb commented dryly, her eyes focused on the road as she navigated the busy road from behind the wheel of her rather snazzy Mercedez Benz convertible.
Deb’s short red hair fluttered wildly in the wind as she drove and even though her sunshade was half-covering her entire face, Sherina knew her friend’s green eyes were twinkling behind her specs. It was one of the first things that had attracted her to the other girl when they had first met under a large pine tree at the ripe old age of six. Sherina had just moved to Ohio with her parents and she didn't have a single friend in the little community until Deb took her under her wing and began to introduce her around to the other kids. The subtle threat in Deb’s voice had warned the other kids to be friends with the new girl or else...
Sherina sighed now, her hair extensions fluttering in the wind as she shook her head in nostalgia. Deb really had been there forever for her; and she was as loyal as they come. She stood up for Sherina anywhere, any day, anytime. She did have a bit of a temper though; probably from all that red hair and her Irish origins. Sherina herself had really cute dimples in both cheeks that made people automatically smile back whenever she smiled at them. Her eyes were the color of hot chocolate, or so Deb said frequently, her skin was pure ebony and she was curvy and shapely with legs that seemed to go on for miles. Sherina also had a nice waist, baby soft skin, and breasts that were so huge she was amazed she could stand straight sometimes. But like most women, she still was sometimes concerned about her appearance.
“You look hot today,” Deb commented, as though on cue.
Sherina smiled; sometimes it was almost as though Deb could hear her thoughts. “I always look hot.”
“Yeah. Modesty never was your strong suit,” Deb said rolling her eyes.
Sherina smiled to herself as her eyes drifted down to her long, slim, feminine fingers and the huge, sparkling diamond ring on her left hand. She was marrying Darren Rowe, her childhood sweetheart in just seven days and she was so excited she could barely breathe. Just thinking of Darren, his tall athletic body, his blonde good looks, his warm smile, and his large masculine hands , made her feel hot all over. Then when she recalled the sweet words he had whispered as he kissed her goodbye before his business trip two nights ago her thighs clenched in anticipation. She couldn’t wait to see him again.
“Thinking of Darren? If I were you, I would think of my job interview!” Deb chided, her eyes fastened onto the road as she sped towards the airport.
Sherina rolled her eyes in exasperation. Sometimes she swore she didn’t have a secret thought from Deb. The woman could read her like a freaking book!
She had applied for a job in New Yo
rk at Christmas and received a call just two weeks later to attend the interview this morning. Without hesitation, Deb had offered to drive her to the airport and used the opportunity to talk her ear off for loving chocolate cake.
“Cake!” she screamed, bolting upright in her seat.
“Yeah I know,” Deb said. “I just watched you scarf down a fat giant one without offering me a piece.”
“No, my wedding cake. It was getting delivered today,” Sherina cried, panic creeping in.
“Oh chill. I will pick it up. Anything else?”
“The florist.”
“That’s me. The hydrangeas for the hall are all set to go and yes, for the umpteenth time, your bouquet is made up completely of white orchids. I picked them myself. Next?”
“I’m nervous Deb. What if I do get the job? It’s so far away from you and Darren,” Sherina said, finally voicing her real fear.
Silence reigned for a bit, telling her more effectively than words that Deb was also more worried about her leaving than she was letting on.
Just when she was opening her mouth to ask her friend to turn the car around, Deb replied, “Please! It’s a job as the PA of Paul Whatshisname. He’s a Wall Street guru which means he’s probably one of those accounting geeks; so relax, you’ll never get it.”
“Deb!” Sherina cried looking over at her friend in stupefaction, her fear completely forgotten.
“What? It’s the truth. I mean, I love you and all, but Math is not your thing. Now if you had said Vogue Paris or W or even Cosmopolitan I would be peeing in my pants coz we both know they got nothing on you when it comes to fashion.”
Sherina grinned. Annoying as she was, Deb was right. She loved fashion and everything about it but give her accounting or anything to do with figures and she was ready to run for the hills. She’d merely applied for this job as a PA to Paul Wingman as a dare at Christmas; she’d never expected to be shortlisted. She had majored in Business Administration but her true passion was everything fashion! Butterflies knotted in her belly as the airport came into view.
“Well if I do get the job nothing says I have to take it; I mean, Darren’s practice is here and we’re getting hitched in just seven days!”
“Darren is a lawyer honey, his practice is everywhere so don’t you use him as an excuse. It’s okay to confess you’re gonna miss me you know,” Deb added, tongue in cheek.
Sherina laughed, relaxing back against the backrest of her seat as the last of the tension drained out of her. She didn’t have to take the job and who said she was going to get it anyway? Few moments later, she was up in the air on her way to an interview for a job she wasn’t certain she wanted.
***
Sherina Jones cleared the departure lounge of the Columbus, Ohio airport in a daze; she had met Paul Wingman in person at his New York office and he had been so enthusiastic about taking her on as a personal assistant, he had actually pumped her hand repeatedly. She had gotten the job! And just when she had opened her mouth to turn it down, he had informed her that the salary was in the six figures! An absolutely ridiculous amount for a PA role, but she had heard that he liked to take care of his employees.
Her mind whirled as she strolled towards a waiting taxi. She had thought she would need to sleep over in New York but evidently she’d been the only person shortlisted for the job interview and just two hours after arriving in New York, she was on her way back to Ohio! She had called Deb at least a thousand times to come get her from the airport but she was not picking up. Darren was scheduled to return from his trip tonight which was why she had rushed on home. She would prepare him a special meal she decided, before easing him into discussions about a job in another city. But first she had to stop by Deb's place to make sure she had taken care of all the wedding errands.
“Thanks” she mumbled absentmindedly as the cabbie helped her with her hand luggage. She gave him the address for Deb’s house and leaned back tiredly against the headrest, as the cab pulled smartly away from the curb. Her eyes drifted closed for just a second, or so she thought, but the next thing she knew, the taxi driver was shaking her awake none too gently.
“I’ll take that fare now ma'am,” he said in a tone that told her he thought she was trying to get out of paying him.
She stared at him in confusion as she began to dig around in her purse for change and of course, she had just a couple of twenties and a hundred.
The man glared right back at her, “By all means take your time. FYI, the meter’s running so if I were you, I’d get going.”
She rolled her eyes stomping from the vehicle, telling the cabbie she had to go inside to get change from her friend. The man was impossible; and she had only just noticed his cab was old and ugly, she thought uncharitably. She was so annoyed that she didn’t bother knocking when she got to Deb’s door; she just used her key, swinging the door wide as she walked in looking around wildly for her friend.
She was already in the living room when she noticed the low moans and grunts as well as the sighs of pleasure coming from the couch as well as the protruding pair of bare legs hanging in the air. From her vantage point, she could see the muscles in the man’s back flexing repeatedly as he thrust into Deb again and again. Deb’s head was thrown back, her eyes shut as she moaned in her lover’s arms.
Sherina gasped involuntarily as realization hit; she had interrupted Deb in the middle of a booty call! Deb would never forgive her; she thought frantically looking for a hole to dive into.
Her gasp must have alerted the couple on the couch though because they sprang guiltily apart, ceasing their lovemaking as they turned as one to stare up at her. In that moment, everything Sherina knew about the world was destroyed; the man on the couch with her best friend was her fiancée. The man on the couch with her best friend was her childhood sweetheart who was also to be her husband in seven short days!
CHAPTER TWO
“Oh God!” Sherina gasped around the shock freezing her brain into a useless immobile mass in her skull. “Oh God,” she repeated her eyes darting disbelievingly between the pair of guilty, sweaty faces staring back at her from the couch.
“Sherina? Calm down,” Darren said, rising slowly to his full height of six feet as though she were a deer in headlights he was afraid to scare off. A big glob of sweat trickled down his smooth, hard chest towards his pelvis and when her eyes followed the trail of moisture down his flat abs to his naked, wet, half-aroused penis she saw red.
“Don’t. Fucking. Tell. Me. To. Calm. Down!” she yelled, her forefinger punctuating every word violently in the air. Blood rushed to her head in a dizzying speed and she swayed on her feet as darkness clouded her vision.
Darren vaulted over the cushion and grabbed her to steady her. Palpable bile rose in her throat at his touch.
“Don’t touch me,” she protested weakly but when he ignored her, she wrenched her arm from his grasp with surprising force and took two quick steps back, fighting the darkness.
“I can explain,” he began.
“I’m sure you can. I, however, have absolutely no interest in hearing it,” she spat angrily, her brown eyes snapping.
“It just happened baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said gazing soulfully into Sherina’s eyes. “I was missing you and she was just ... here. This was a mistake; it has never happened before I swear. She was just here!”
Sherina’s gaze flicked involuntarily to Deb’s; the other woman was standing quietly watching them, her red hair in disarray around her head. A flicker of hurt passed Deb’s features at Darren’s words; quickly masked, but still identifiable nonetheless. She had wriggled into a baggy tee-shirt at least; thank the Lord for little favors.
The other woman? When had Deb become the other woman?
As usual, Deb read her thoughts before she had finished forming them. “No Sherina,” she said coming around the cushion. “Darren is right. This hasn’t been going on behind your back.”
“Stop it! Get out of my head!” Sherina warned in
an awful voice, her eyes narrowed.
“I’m sorry,” Deb said, coming closer to Sherina. Tears of remorse leaked from the corners of her beautiful green eyes. “Please. You are the last person in the world I would want to hurt. I swear after the last time...”
Deb cut herself off, almost biting off her tongue in her bid to recall the words and Sherina did a double take, her anger rising so swiftly she was certain steam was probably coming out of her ears.
“The last time?”
“No! Baby she didn’t mean to say that,” Darren interrupted desperately.
Sherina cast him a quelling look, her eyes locking angrily onto Deb’s, “Let’s talk about that last time.”
Deb licked her dry lips, avoiding Sherina’s eyes as her gaze drifted to everywhere else in the room.
“I want to hear about the last time!” Sherina yelled, all the veins in her neck standing out in stark relief as a new slash of pain ripped through her heart so hard, it was actually a physical pain.
Deb shook her head, her eyes filled with sorrow as she advanced even closer, finally reaching out to grab Sherina’s hands, “I am so sorry. Please don’t do this. Please.”
Deb’s anguish told her something; Deb was trying to protect her from some more pain. Sherina’s stomach knotted, twisting her insides into one big giant knot. Obviously there was more!
“How long has this been going on?” Sherina asked. From the corner of her eyes Sherina saw Darren’s head drop in defeat and she knew at once she had hit pay dirt.
“How long?” she repeated, glaring at Deb.
“A year,” Deb said in a low tone, shame leaking through her voice.
Something clicked and Sherina looked over at her friend of 21 years, trying to squelch the bitter hatred rising in her throat. “The man at the Christmas party? The one your boss walked in on you with?”
“Darren,” Deb admitted.
Darren? Deb had slept with her fiancé and then told her about it as a joke. Deb had slept with her fiancé and cracked her up for days with how her boss had walked in on them and suggested a threesome! How could she be so callous? How could anyone be so callous? How could her best friend have been sleeping with her fiancé for over a year? How could Deb even bear to look her in the face? Sherina was so angry she was almost murderous, her palms forming into fists.
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